𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭 || D. Grayson

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a/n: don't know why i can't put pictures in this chapter
oh well

~Hal's POV~

"Are we... too late?"

"On my Ring... those two are in so much trouble!" I yelled, moving a pile of debris where Mount Justice used to be. "So much damn trouble!"

"Hal," Bruce said and pointed ahead where I saw the now familiar glow of my daughter, sleeping soundly in Dick's arms.

"Oh... You are so screwed, Spooky!" I laughed and waved at them.

"Aqualad, what happened?" Bruce completely ignored me and I stepped to the side, constructing a bowl of popcorn and a chair.

"Crimson," Dick muttered and gently shook her awake as Sphere landed in front of us. "Baby, your dad's here."

Zaria blinked awake slowly, eyelids heavy, the Ring flickering in soft, drowsy pulses like stars yawning.

"Five more minutes," she mumbled, cheek still pressed to Dick's chest. "I saved the world. I deserve a nap... and maybe a grilled cheese."

"Crimson," Dick whispered again, voice pitched low and careful, "your dad's here."

That woke her up.

"Dad?" She grinned and I opened my arms. "DAD!"

Zaria practically launched out of Dick's arms.

She didn't float, didn't glide, didn't descend.

She collided with me at full speed, knocking the air out of my lungs as she clung to my neck like she was a child again.

"You'll never guess what I just did," she squeaked, burying her face into my shoulder.

"In a minute, little Red," I murmured, squeezing her tight enough that the Rings hissed a warning before deciding they approved. "I wanna see this."

Bruce stepped forward, every inch the Dark Knight even with half his cape torn and soot streaking his cowl.

"Nightwing," he said, voice that same gravelly disapproval always had. "Report."

Dick didn't even look at him.

Not at first.

He first glanced at Zaria where she was still tucked against me, made sure she was stable, and then he turned.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

"Fuck you," was the first thing he said and we all gasped.

He reached up with one hand, ripping Bruce's cowl from his head in one smooth motion. The mask went flying, landing somewhere in the rubble with a soft thump.

Then Dick's other hand shot forward. Fast. Precise. Brutally efficient.

Right across Bruce's jaw.

I watched, construct popcorn halfway to my mouth, and my own jaw practically hit the floor.

"That... was for Jason," Dick muttered, voice calm, almost casual. "And this one... is for everything you kept from me for five years."