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She's All Ten Things (Wally)
Mar. 3rd, 2018 12:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
utilitybeltedThe very last thing Dick wanted to do that morning was get up and go to school, especially when his cheek was still sporting a very impressive bruise - a parting gift from his so-called 'friends' when they had got him drunk enough to do gymnastics on a garden wall and then thrown things to see who could make him fall off. He was lucky, Bruce had reminded him several times during his angry tirade, that he didn't break anything. The lecture had been another happy consequence of the party he'd thrown on Friday night, along with two broken windows, a priceless antique vase cracked and still smelling faintly of beer, a portrait of a long-dead Wayne ancestor stained with some indiscernible, and enough garbage strewn around the house to fill seven bags - not to mention the hours he'd spent scrubbing every surface a drunken teenager had so much as looked at until Alfred was satisfied that he'd cleaned everything.
He'd been grounded for three weeks, and when he snuck one final text message before handing his phone over to his father, to the group chat to tell his friends that he was grounded, they'd immediately just started talking about where they were going to have their next party if they couldn't have it at Wayne manor, though Dick was hardly surprised after the way they'd scattered the moment Bruce arrived home unexpectedly early.
As weekends went, it hadn't been his best. Even the party itself wasn't all that much fun, he'd spent so long waiting to see if Wally would show up that he barely had time to enjoy himself, and when he'd started drinking... given that it had ended in bruises and throwing up in the flower beds, he didn't want to do it again any time soon.
There was only so long he could hit snooze for, and neither Bruce nor Alfred was going to be particularly comforting about his reluctance to go to school, and he'd been too stubborn and embarrassed to confess how the popular crowd had manipulated and used him to get a lavish party at Wayne Manor, so they had no sympathy at all for everything that had happened. So he finally dragged himself out of bed and into his morning routine, and when he made it to school he headed straight to class with his head down, not wanting to talk to anybody.
He'd been grounded for three weeks, and when he snuck one final text message before handing his phone over to his father, to the group chat to tell his friends that he was grounded, they'd immediately just started talking about where they were going to have their next party if they couldn't have it at Wayne manor, though Dick was hardly surprised after the way they'd scattered the moment Bruce arrived home unexpectedly early.
As weekends went, it hadn't been his best. Even the party itself wasn't all that much fun, he'd spent so long waiting to see if Wally would show up that he barely had time to enjoy himself, and when he'd started drinking... given that it had ended in bruises and throwing up in the flower beds, he didn't want to do it again any time soon.
There was only so long he could hit snooze for, and neither Bruce nor Alfred was going to be particularly comforting about his reluctance to go to school, and he'd been too stubborn and embarrassed to confess how the popular crowd had manipulated and used him to get a lavish party at Wayne Manor, so they had no sympathy at all for everything that had happened. So he finally dragged himself out of bed and into his morning routine, and when he made it to school he headed straight to class with his head down, not wanting to talk to anybody.
