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dcwriteraf · 2 years

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Always You Pt. 1

DickGraysonxF!Reader

Warnings: Heartbreak, smut (later on), that’s pretty much it but if you find something triggering in the post please comment and I will add to the warnings!

Summary: The reader and Dick have been best friends since they were little. Dick and her have done everything together; from fighting alongside each other to spending late nights just talking about life. What happens when you can’t control your feelings anymore? Will things be the same?

A/N: To everyone out there, I’m going to write the reader as being extremely attractive, as all of you are :) I’m going to write the reader’s body type based on how I would think she would look if she trained everyday, so please be wary of that! If you would like to imagine her differently that is totally fine, just disregard any description I give.

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Love was a hard game to figure out. Sure you’d had boyfriends; multiple, actually, but you didn’t think you loved them. You had only ever brought one person home to meet your family, and it did NOT go well.

Your father, had been Jim Gordon’s best friend since they were five. They did everything together, and ever since then, the two were inseparable. Fast forward about 30 years, and you were just five years old. Your father had gotten a job alongside Jim at the Gotham City Police Department, and just like that, you were inspired by thought of saving lives. Not so long after your introduction to your dad’s new job, Barbara Gordon came into the picture. She was a couple years older than you; you were 5, she was 7; and because of that, your father and Jim automatically assumed the two of you would be best friends, but that was far from the truth.

You could not stand her, and she could not stand you. When you reached the age of 13 and she reached the age of 15, you both began to train under Batman, right around the time Dick Grayson became the first Robin. And boy, were you infatuated by his 14-year-old self. He was so cute, as your 13-year-old self used to say. He had black hair, baby blue eyes, and an adorable smile that sent butterflies straight to your stomach. Yes, he was cute, but you knew immediately he was the biggest teenage flirt you had ever met. Despite his flirty personality, he seemed completely entranced with Barbara. You watched him watch her; his eyes would brighten and his lips would curl every time she did well in training, and when you had gone up against her, you could tell he was secretly rooting for her each time; and you hated it.

Now, Barbara may have been skilled, but you definitely took the look category. Your father always told you you were going to grow up to be beautiful, adults approaching him, mouthing “she’s going to be gorgeous”, but you never really realized it until one day, after an intense training session with Barbara, you took a look at yourself in the mirror. You were just in a tiny sports bra and spandex, and your hair was probably the grossest thing ever, but it was then you realized how pretty you are. Your shoulders are broad, but not too broad, your waist is tiny, your abs are definitely there, and your legs are perfectly toned. Your face is practically perfect, and even after a sweaty workout, that was very much evident.

About a year later, after you had just turned 14, you had called your mother on the phone telling her how you had finally gotten your period. She thanked the gods, saying she was worried you weren’t going to ever get it due to how everyone you had known had theirs by age 12. Shortly after this incident, you started to realize you had gone up a cup size in bras. And then another. And then another. You had to buy all new sports bras, and when you went from a small to a medium in bottoms, you knew something was up.

By the age of 16, you looked like a woman. You stepped into the training room, Bruce, Dick, Barbara and the newest member of the “family”, Jason Todd, all stood waiting for you. It had been about 3 months since the last time you saw any of them besides Barbara; you took a break with your family, and of course Barbara was there as well.

You could feel Dick Grayson’s eyes on you; his 17-year-old hormones finally beginning to kick in. You tried to avoid eye contact, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw an incredibly annoyed Babs; her arms were folded, and she was staring a hole through Dick Grayson’s head.

“Holy boobs,” said Jason Todd, who at the time, was only 13. Dick slapped the back of his head, causing Jason to jump, “what? Do you not see that?” Dick rolled his eyes.

Later that day, you felt confident. Dick had been shooting glances at you, looking away when you looked at him. You were so sure he had been flirting with you at training, teasing you, winking at you, and even letting his fingers linger on your waist when he went 1v1 with you. It was this very day you realized you were in love with Dick Grayson, and you were almost positive he felt some kind of feeling toward you. That night, you slipped on an oversized sweater. You had just officially moved into wayne manor, along with Babs, and you were so excited to live with Dick every day.

Your feet silently made their way down the hall as you approached Dick’s door. You inhaled, then exhaled, your fist ready to knock. That was until the door swung open. Your heart dropped at the sight. Barbara Gordon stood in the doorway, one of Dick’s t-shirts draped over her body, her hair messy, her lips puffy, and a large hickey on her neck. A soft smirk formed on her lips before she spoke, but you didn’t hear anything she said. You peered over her shoulder at Dick, who was shirtless, just in his boxers. He had a few hickey’s on his chest, his hair messy, his lips puffy, and his cheek stained with Barbara’s cheap, color chapstick. Babs shot you an odd look before leaving, your feet refusing to move.

“Hey Y/N, caught me at an awkward time,” he said with a chuckle, your eyes dropping as you processed what happened. Why didn’t Dick feel guilty about this? Why was he acting so normal? That’s when you realized, Dick Grayson did not love you; he did not have feelings for you. Those feelings were for Barbara, and Barbara only. Dick Grayson thought of you as a friend, which is why he could act so normal around you after catching him post-hookup session.

A smirk formed on his lips as he leaned against the door frame.

“You come to give me round two?” he asked with a playful smirk, causing a frown to appear on your lips. That’s when you remembered, Dick was a flirt. He was just like his father, and even though he loved Barbara, he would never let go of that playboy attitude.

“Absolutely not,” you said as you backed up, a disgusted look on your face as you stormed off down the hallway, back to your room. It was this moment that you realized how hurt you were, and how even though, at this very moment you hated Dick Grayson, you were the most in love with him you had ever been.

Three years later, you had just turned 19. You had been dating your first boyfriend for about 6 months now, and it was time to introduce him to the family. You invited your boyfriend to dinner at Wayne Manor, your father and Jim both attending, along with your mother. At this point, Jason Todd had died, come back to life, and had been set straight by the entire batfamily, and even though he was much more stable now, Jason was known to give others a very, very hard time. But who gave your boyfriend the hardest time was not Jason Todd; in fact, it was the last person you thought would give him a hard time; it was Dick Grayson.

Your boyfriend was very attractive. He stood taller than Dick at 6′2, and he had wavy, light brown hair with hazel colored eyes and tan skin. He had a dashing smile, and even Babs had whispered to you how well you had done. Dick and Barbara had finally started dating, their love for each other very obvious as you watched the two of them play footsies under the table at dinner. Besides that, everything was going pretty well. Your father seemed to like your boyfriend, Bruce enjoyed talking to him about money, and even Barbara’s dad was having delightful conversations with him. Your boyfriend bonded with Jason over motorcycles, and with Barbara and your mother over how he has a little sister, he bonded with the newest Robin, Tim Drake over what his time was like at Tim’s age, but Dick sat there the entire time, his arms folded over his chest, refusing to even speak to your boyfriend.

“She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met,” your boyfriend announced after your mother asked what he thought of you. You blushed, winking at your boyfriend before looking across the table to see Dick glaring straight at your boyfriend, his eyes rolling before he spoke for the first time.

“How many other girls have you said that to?” Dick asked, causing the entire table to go silent. Your boyfriend just looked at him, a shocked expression on his face. Barbara hit Dick’s foot under the table, but he ignored it, continuing to speak.

“You know you’ll never do better than her, right? You should think a little harder about your pickup lines before you use cheesy ones like that,” Dick said, causing Bruce to immediately grab Dick by the arm, leading him out of the room. You apologized over and over again, but your boyfriend just shook his head. That night, your boyfriend ended your relationship. He said it wasn’t you, but you knew exactly why he did it: pure intimidation. You knew you weren’t going to marry him anyways, so you let him go with a goodbye kiss and a hug, but it still hurt.

So there. That was your first real boyfriend. And as you can see, it just didn’t go well. That night you went up to your room, a tear slipping down your cheek as you felt your heart sink. Maybe you didn’t love your now ex boyfriend, but you did really like him. A single tear turned to a sob, and soon enough, you were bawling your eyes out. You cried into your pillow, your mascara getting all over the pillow cover, but you didn’t care. You weren’t enough for him, and that was something you couldn’t stop thinking about. It was then that there was a soft knock on your door,

You opened the door to an awkwardly standing Dick Grayson, his hands in his pockets, his messy hair falling in front of his face, and a sorry look. His heart broke as he noticed how puffy your eyes were and how red your cheeks looked, so he pushed past you and sat on your bed. You shut the door, turning to face him.

“Did he-?” he asked, you nodded your head slightly, and he cursed at himself before itching the back of his head.

“God, Y/N, I’m so sorry. This is all my fau-”

“No,” you interrupted him, “If he truly wanted me, he would’ve stayed; despite those crude comments you made. I just wasn’t enough for him.” you said with a sigh as you sat next to him, his cologne filling your senses.

Dick couldn’t help it. He grabbed your waist, pulling you to his chest. You melted into his touch, sobbing into his shirt as he stroked your hair. He shushed you, pulling you next to him as you laid down on your bed. He let you cry into him, your hands pulling his shirt into your fists as you sobbed onto him.

“You’re perfect,” he said as he stroked your head. “Don’t think you’re not, because you are the most perfect girl I’ve ever met,” That night you fell asleep in his arms, while Dick let Barbara go to bed alone.

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Now, present time, your 22 and Dick is 23. The entire batfamily had moved back into Wayne Manor temporarily, since the Joker had left a major threat note to Batman about the downfall of Gotham. Bruce Wayne, as the anxious ball of nerves he is, called the entire family back to Gotham to help out. So there you sat, in your old room, the memories flooding back. In the time you had been gone, Dick and Babs had been on and off, but he always went back to her. Your father and Jim never stopped working to protect Gotham, the newest Robin, Damian Wayne, had been introduced into the family, and you had taken up your own duties elsewhere, outside of the city.

You moved your hand to scratch an itch on your face before you sighed, standing up. It was time to face the people you had been dreading to see. Alfred had greeted you, and after that, you went straight to your room.

It was dinner time, and you knew you were going to have to face your teammates. You put on a light layer of makeup before walking out of your room.

The first person you ran into with Bruce, who you greeted with a hug and a “how are you doing?”. Next, you met the newest member, Damian, who even though appeared stand offish, he was sweet to you. You said hi to Tim, before you continued into the kitchen. It was then that your eyes fell upon a very tall, a very buff, and a very attractive Jason Todd.

“Jason?” You asked as he approached you, flashing a pearly smile before bringing you in for a hug. “You look so different!” You said as he chuckled.

“Yeah, I’ve been getting that. How have you been?” He asked as you smirked at him.

“Oh, ya know, stuff,” you added, causing a chuckle to escape from his lips. “About to turn 20?” You asked as he nodded his head.

“Soon,” he said before smirking at you. “You look good. You always look good, but you look real good now,” he said, a blush forming on your cheeks.

“So do you,” you replied. Then, you peered over his shoulder. There stood a very handsome Dick Grayson. He had definitely gotten more built, and he looked incredible. You felt the butterflies form in your stomach, and you immediately wanted to throw yourself in his arms.

But, you resisted. He hadn’t even reached out to you since you had last seen him, about two years ago. He smiled when he saw you, hugging you tightly as you approached him.

“How’s Babs?” You asked, his smile growing wider.

“Just perfect.” he added.

And there stood Barbara Gordon, a sparkly diamond on her finger.

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bad4amficideas · 1 year

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How do you think yandere batfam (platonic and romantic) would react to Reader doing one of those "I'm selling my first time"?

#yandere dc x reader #dc x reader #lemon #batfamxreader

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reareaotaku · 2 years

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postingrandomcontent · 2 years

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Hiii i was wondering for which fandoms do you write? Do you for PJO? Or Miraculous Ladybug ? Or Arcane ? Avatar? Or Hades (the game)?

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visionofhope04 · 3 years

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Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

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It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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flashdash626 · 4 years

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Jason: Stop being rude Y/N!

Y/N: I’m not being rude I’m being honest, but it would be rude if I followed you around and each step you took I played the tuba!

Jason: I KNEW THAT WAS YOU!!!

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jasontoddismybabe · 4 years

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Kaldur is fine

#fakesocialmedia #kaldur'ahmxreader #aqualad #aqualad×reader #batfamsocialmedia #batfamilyxreader #batfamxreader #batfam #batsis

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burningdreamunknown · 4 years

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Althea Grace Prince (Prologue)

She was the daughter of Diana, brought to life the same way her mother was. Sculpted out of clay, and brought to life by the breath of Zeus. She was born on Themyscira, on a thunderous and stormy night. Her mother, much like her grandmother, desperately wished for a child. And because of all that her mother had done for the gods and for the world of man, she was granted her wish.

Althea Grace, that was her name and she was loved, and she was raised as a warrior. The same way her mother and all of the other amazons were. She was as dedicated and as formidable as her mother had been at her age. Althea was a happy child, another bright light to add to Diana’s.

Althea was 11 years old when her mother first brought her to the world of man. She was brought to Metropolis, on the roof of a tall skyscraper that had a globe attached to it.

There, she met her mother’s colleagues. The great and daunting nightmare that is the man of bats. He blended into the shadows as if he was created out of one. He was seemingly a child of Nyx. It was quite a feat to accomplish considering it was daylight in Metropolis.

The last son of Krypton was quite his opposite. Though tall and formidable, Kal-El was a lighthearted and enthralling man. Truly a man that represented the bright and cheery Metropolis. It was as if Euphrosyne had a child with Ares, (minus the anger of course) and raised him with Dike. A happy war-like god with a sense of morals, that is Kal-El.

However, those were not the only men she met that day. She met the young offspring of the man of bats and of Kal-El.

Robin and Superboy. The boys that would forever change her destiny. The only men she would die for.

Both of the boys were impeccable replicas of their fathers.

Robin was cold and standoffish with her, never wanting to be close, but still she tried. She went along with his escapades, even if it went against their parents’ wishes. She was older, so it was only right for her accompany him and Superboy to whatever they were doing, to make sure they wouldn’t maim themselves.

Unlike Robin, her and Superboy got along like a house on fire. They had battled their strength and powers against one another. Mostly for fun, sometimes for competition. He was the sibling that Althea never had, and she would cherish those moments with Jon.

A few years after they had met, Robin had trusted them enough to tell Althea and Jon his identity. His name was Damian Wayne. The son of Bruce Wayne, heir to a billion dollar company. He was still her Robin, but with dazzling green eyes.

It was shortly after this that her mother had told her of what was to happen. Every summer, starting on her 14th birthday, she was to go to Themyscira for training. Proper Amazonian training and education, along with visiting her family.

And truly, that was where this story was starting. The third summer that Althea had gone to Themyscira and came back, something had dramatically changed between the three friends.

They were no longer the children they were when they had first met all those years ago. They were young adults with hormones and problems. Boy were their parents up for a bumpy ride.

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determinedkitty24 · 6 years

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Youngest!Batsis x Batboys

I just had this sudden idea, plus I already did an "being the oldest" one soooo.....plus I need to post more....

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I don't even need to say it. Overprotectiveness to the highest level.

Spoiled af.

Everyone loves you. EVERYONE.

Being the sassiest biotch.

Creating a zoo with Damian in the manor.

Free rides from Jaybird every weekened.

Obsessing with cereals with Dick.

Beating Timmy in every video games.

Alfred's little angel.

The manor's life and little bundle of joy.

Movie nights every Friday. Some little touch of pillow forts, pillow fights, and tickle wars.

The media snipping only few to none pictures of you. Your gigantic of brothera and father acts as your human shields every time you go outside.

When you were younger, there is ALWAYS someone with you. When you're older, every minute you are bombarded with texts and calls. Or maybe your father put trackers on all of your belongings. Or maybe, everywhere you go, there are shadows above hopping and hovering on you.

Being annoyed on how protectice they are.

Being closest with Damian. Although, when you first arrived, Damian was the meannest to you.

You building a flower garden with Alfred for the boys. So the boys can have a place to be at peace. Also, the boys helping with gardening sometimes.

Being the only one to get through to Bruce whenever he gets too unreasonable.

The #1 source of joy to these family.

Cass, Kate, Steph, and Babs kidnapping you sometimes to have some girl time. Claiming that the boys never shares you.

Your laughter always echos throughout the manor. It lightens all the stress in the boys' bodies.

Cooking with Alfred.

Food fights.

Fashion shows.

Bruce just cannot comprehend how you get to have all the boys, the girls aren't surprising, join in your mini fashion show game.

Superman thinks that's your superpower. It's just so amazing and funny.

Whenever you get kidnapped, they always have a heart attack.

They just don't want to see you hurt. Worse, lose you. Your death would be far too much to these family. Take care of yourself.

#batsisxbatfam #batsis #batboys headcannon #batboysxreader #batboys #batfamxreader #batfam headcanons #batfamily #batman #timdrakexreader #jasontoddxreader #dickgraysonxreader #damianwaynexreader #batmanxreader

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hopesoldcomicblog · 7 years

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For the love of God shut up-(Dick Grayson x reader)

A.N. Dick slowly begins to fall for the new, elusive and sacarstic vigilante in Bludhaven who seems to have no problem with killing. Hilarity ensues. (Y/n)-your name (Y/v/n)- your vigilante name Enjoy!!!

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You were sitting on a rooftop overlooking Bludhaven, the lights of the sitting reflected on the waterfront bringing a sense of warmth to the dark and dirty city. You looked towards the docks, you had been waiting for a shipment to Come through all week and an anonymous source had tipped you off that it was coming tonight. So instead of being a normal collage student partying with your friends like literally everyone else was doing on a Friday night you had donned your vigilante costume, loaded your guns and set out on a stake out. Your (e/c) eyes peered through binoculars as you waited in silence for the boat to dock. Your heard a series of silent footsteps behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to be able tell who it was. “You need to work on your stealth. I heard your footsteps from the second you landed on the rooftop.” “And a good evening to you to miss (y/v/n).” Your theory was confirmed when your heard his voice. Great, Nightwing had decided to crash your quiet night of stake out. “I assume you’re her for Falcone’s new shipment too. I’ve been here all night and there hasn’t been anything so far.” You stated coldly. You didn’t need him to be here, you could do fine on your own. You had taken down bigger and badder people in the span of your career you didn’t need to babysat by someone who disapproved of your methods. “Hey no need to be harsh, pal.” His voice curled around that word and you could see the award winning smile forming. You turned your head and continued watching the docks and you watched the boat roll in. You sighed happily. Finally some action, you lept off the building and began your way to the docks, hiding in the shadows. A series of footsteps mimicked yours, he was following you. great. You made it to the docks quickly, ignoring your shadow that was practically radiating justice that was twirling around behind you. You waited in the shadows keeping an eye on who was there and what the shipment was. A silence fell between the two of you as you waited. Your (h/c) fluttered in the small breeze of Bludhaven waterfront. There wasn’t much space between the two of you, you could feel the heat radiating off of him. He pressed closer you rolled your eyes behind your mask and continued to wait in your new hiding spot. A few minutes passed and Falcone emerged from the inside of a luxury car that had just driven up. You took this moment as your chance to jump. You pulled out one of your guns, clicked the safety off and took aim. Shortly before firing you were tackled to the ground causing you to miss your target and hit the wall behind Falcone giving yourself away. Nightwing pinned you to the ground and wrestled the gun from your hands as Falcone’s men shot at the two of you. “Nice one Dickhead you gave away our cover.” You said as pushed him off of you and took cover behind a storage container. You could hear Falcone getting away. “(Y/v/n)-” he reached his hand out in order to help you up. You pushed it away and stood up yourself. “Because of you Falcone got away. Because of you I might have missed my chance to actually bring that fucking bastard to justice. Fuck you nightwing. Fuck you.” You screamed as you jabbed your finger at his chest. He stared back at you intently. “(Y/n) listen.” He explained calmly. He had called you by your real name, not your vigilante name. “What did you call me?” You stared back at the man who apparently knew your secret identity. “How do you know my name?” You demanded quietly back turned away from him. “I’m a detective. It’s what I do, but anyway (y/n), I mean (y/v/n) you can’t just kill people for the sake of bringing them to justice. Some of these people are sick and some of them need treatmen-” “Some of them are who deserve to burn in hell for all eternity. I’m just helping in getting them there.” You said coldly as you pulled sprinted away leaving nightwing alone at the docks shivering in the cold winter air of Bludhven.

After the Falcone incident you didn’t see Nightwing for a few weeks. Bludhaven had been slow, well slow for Bludhaven. You had decided to spend the night in, Nightwing could handle it if it was worse than just a few muggings and petty crimes. Resigning yourself to your couch alongside take out and Netflix. You ate your takeout and petted your cocker spaniel in a delightful amount of peaceful silence. And then your silence was shattered. “Hey (y/f/n), nice place you got yourself here.” You shrieked. You grabbed the closest weapon (in this case it was a dinner knife) spun on your heels. Your fear and shock was replaced by mild anger and well deserved annoyance as you realized who it was. “Did daddy never teach you about knocking or did he forget to teach you manors while you beat in henchmen’s skulls?"You sigh. You see the smirk that at this point should probably be copy righted form."so I assume you came here to talk about a case and not to just break into my apartment, terrify my dog and annoy me to the point where I’m seriously considering stabbing a dinner knife through that mask of yours.” You put a hand on your hips and awaited a serious answer. You got laughter. You frowned in response, you picked up your plate and put it away in your kitchen. “I came to talk about Falcone. He’s on the move again, I think I’ve tracked him down to the west side. He’s dealing a new type of drug. Calling it poison apple.” He explained. You snickered at the corny name.“I know, real creative right? Anyway as I was saying. I assume that’s what he was doing down at the docks a couple weeks ago.” You listened as he explained, glaring at the traitor that is your dog as she sniffs up Nightwing’s spandex covered leg. “Thanks for the info Nightwing. I can handle it from here.” “I’m not telling you this so you can bring Valcone to justice.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m telling you because I think we should team Up. You have a better understanding of how that area of Bludhaven works and I’ve got a plan that can bring him to justice.” “So do I. It’s called a gun.” You throw back, you can practically see him grimace. “Anyway pretty boy I think I’ll be fine without you. Thanks for the info, now kindly get the fuck out of my apartment. ” “Wait, (y/n) hear me out. He’ll kill you if you go after him tonight.” He speaks, his voice almost full of something close to worry. “Thanks for the concern Boy Wonder, but I think I’ll be fine. Plus we both know you don’t want to ‘team up’ with me for the sake of actually taking him down. You want to babysit me and make sure that I won’t kill the bastard.” His posture straightened, demeanor changing. “Killing him does not solve the problem it just causes another one. You can’t just use violence as a way to deal with problems.” “Last I checked you use violence every night to deal with problems.” You were walking away from him, you sat back down on your couch. He followed you of course. Fucking asshole. You sat down in the chair near you, sure go ahead and just make yourself at home dickhead. “That’s different. I don’t, I don’t kill. Killing is wrong, it takes a life from the world and doesn’t give a person a chance to change. It doesn’t-” you grabbed him by the hem of his costume, you could see him bracing for a punch. You felt him flinch when you pulled him into a kiss. It was rough and your fists balled the material of his costume tighter. He was obviously taken off guard by the kiss but he melted into it soon.

The kiss was rough, tongues melting together. Teeth bumping and biting. Full of wet slips of tongues and teeth. Eventually you pulled away and during the span of that hell of a kiss he had somehow landed on top of you. His hair was a mess and he was breathing heavily, a blush was on his cheeks. He looked a like a hot mess and you were sure you did too. “Please. For the love of god. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” You sighed as you brushed your (h/c) hair from out from in front of your eyes. “Make me.” He muttered as he peppered a string of kissed to your jaw. “God, even when you’re about to get laid you’re annoyingly as hell.” You sighed as you shifted positions as to not feel quite so crushed under his weight. He pulled away quickly. “Who said anything about sex?” He looked mildly confused and quite frankly fucking adorable. “I did. But only if we do it on the bed in the other room because this position of fucking wrecking my spine.” You said as you pressed a kiss to his neck and sat up leading him to the other room. “And the bedroom has better lighting, Grayson” you say with a smirk watching panic slip onto his face. “That’s right I know, you’re not the only detective. And besides, you’re not as subtle as you think Dickie boy.”

* “I knew you fucking set me up. I trusted you and you fucking went behind my back to get Falcone and take him in yourself.” You scream. You’re both in your apartment. The past few nights had gone very differently than you were expecting. “Excuse me? I’m the one who went behind your back? Says the one who literally barged into a restaurant shooting at civilians!” He shouts back. His voice was raw and his face was red. You both had discarded the masks. “They were the bad guys Dick. How many times must I tell you this? They were going to kill innocent people and stopped them. I thought that’s what you cared about your fucking asshole?” You stated calmly. You turn your back to him and return to your kitchen. You pull a glass and a bottle of whisky from the cupboard. He follows you and you can hear him sigh. “(Y/n) you can’t just solve all your problems with violence and drinking. It’s not healthy.” He says. His blue eyes staring back at yours. You take a drink of your whisky. “Fucking watch me you son of a bitch.” You say defiantly. “Anyway only one guy died and it was because he was being stupid. The rest were just wounded and if I truly wanted them dead. They would be.” “God, you’re just so fucking full of it (y/v/n).” He says, his words full of mild defeat. You both know this conversation is going nowhere and is a hopeless cause that won’t amount to anything. “Please define 'it’ I need you to be a little more specific, Nightwing.” You purr back. You walk right by Dick and back into the living room. “Anyway, it has been a pleasure having you over Dickhead but a vigilante needs their beauty sleep, so kindly get the hell out of my apartment.” You say gesturing out the window. “Awww (y/n)”, he purrs grabbing your arm and pulling you close. “Don’t play like that.” “God, is it okay for me to blame everything wrong with your personality on Bruce or shall I bone it on the childhood trauma?” You counter. Words leaving your lips. “ gonna go with blamin-” Unfortunately you’re unable to continue your sentence as it is rudely interrupted by Dick pressing his perfectly pink lips to yours. The kiss is long and it almost distracts you from the click that you recognize as the sound of metal hand cuffs. He pulls away, his fingertips dancing across your jawline. “In the wise words of a certain crime fighting vigilante 'for the love of God, shut the fuck up’” Dick muttered with a smile before pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek and diving out the window leaving a slightly dazed (y/v/n) handcuffed to the window holding a slip of paper with a set of sloppy numbers written in glitter blue gel pen.

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yandereteentitans · 2 years

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Um this is my first time asking someone things but um can u please do Damian wayne ideal type or beast boy ideal type. IF YOU DONT DO THESE ASKS ANYMORE U DONT HAVE TO DO IT

Of course! Though I do not do Damian on this account, but if that's what you want check my other tumblr out: @batfamxreader

So, I'll do Beast Boy <3

He's a huge cuddler, always wanting to be on you

He adores you and would do literally anything for you

Ask for it and he'll find a way to get it for you

Nothings to big or to small

He likes to show his love for you with gifts and affection

By god does this man love affection

Giving or receiving, he doesn't really care

He can get a little insecure

Though he is quickly reassured when he lays in your arms and falls into a deep sleep

He holds onto you tightly, while you both sleep

He doesn't want you sneaking off or getting out of his hold

If you try to move, he'll squeeze you tighter

He loves animals, so it wouldn't be hard to convince him of getting one or two or three or however many you want

There's a lot of green on your home, fruits and even vegetables

He wouldn't MIND if you ate meet, though he'd prefer if you didn't

He'd be okay with you eating eggs and stuff, THOUGH he really wants you to not eat meat

He's usually not one to argue with you and he's pretty much very easy going, he WILL put up a fight with the vegetarian thing

He might secretly glare at you when you eat meat, though if you look up at him, he'll look away

He wants to hug you so tightly and keep you in his arms

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jason-bitchass-todd · 3 years

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might fuxk around and make some dc moodboards again???? send in requests and i will be happy to fulfill

i am accepting batfamxreader, batsibling!, batmom!, and any general/specific ones ones!! (so basically anything)

#dc #batman #bruce wayne #damian wayne #robin #tim drake #red robin #jason todd #red hood #alfred #dc comics #batboy x reader #batmom #batsis #moodboard #moodboard requests #requests

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visionofhope04 · 3 years

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Neglected - Part 3

Batfam x Neglected!Batsis!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (Current) Part 4 Part 5

Thank you all for your support! I’m glad you enjoy my writing! Sorry it took so long, schools a pain.

Ages: Alfred (Immortal), Bruce (48-ish), Dick (26-27), Jason (24-25), Tim (17-18), Damian (13-14), Y/N (13-14)

Prompt: You are Damian’s twin sister and have been living with them for 3 years. (CONTAINS CHILD NEGLECT AS SUGGESTED BY THE TITLE AS WELL AS SELF HATE AND INVALIDATING PERSONAL ISSUES AS WELL AS EVERYONE EXCEPT JASON INDIRECTLY ASKING FOR A PUNCH)

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You heard a faint beeping noise beside you which started to become clearer as you came back into consciousness. You attempted to open your eyes, only to quickly snap them shut. The white light you had seen was so bright, you thought it could blind you. You heard multiple people enter your room, however, your eyes remained shut. You knew that Damian, Tim, Jason, Dick, and your father were there. They were waiting for you to open your eyes again. No matter how much you were dreading it, you eventually did after a few moments.

Eyes fully open, you noticed you were in the hospital. You looked to your left and saw Dick and Jason standing there, Dick’s expressions held anger while Jason’s held sorrow and guilt. At the foot of your bed, your father was there, expression holding pure anger and hatred. To your right, there was an angry sleep deprived Tim who looked as if he’d rather be anywhere but the hospital, and Damian looked as if he wanted to murder you himself.

“What were you thinking!” Your father said in complete rage. Not even a ‘Oh how are you?’ or ‘How are you feeling?’.

“Fan-fucking-tastic.” Sarcasm practically dripping from your voice.

“Don’t curse Y/N! You’re wasting our time! We could be doing things that are actually important! Instead, we had to worry about you and stay with you-” Bruce ranted until you cut him off.

“-so the media wouldn’t be suspicious? Oh, I’m sorry Bruce, is it my fault you got my mother pregnant with twins? Is it my fault I’m still alive? Is it my fault you don’t care about me? Is it my fault that everyone besides Jason makes me want to kill myself every day? Well then I’m sorry for being a waste of time and space but you can clearly see I tried doing something about that so I wouldn’t be such a burden anymore.”

“Stop being so full of yourself!” Dick snapped.

“Me? Me? Oh, I’m so sorry that you feel that way. I wanted this to work so I’d stop getting in the way of things. It would’ve made your lives easier. How is that being full of myself?”

This time, Damian spoke “Y/N you oaf! You could’ve died and the press would’ve bombarded us with their foolish questions! Everyone would’ve thought we had neglected you! That would’ve disgraced the Wayne name! I wish you would’ve never been born. You are nothing but a freak accident that shouldn’t have happened. You were always the second choice as I was the first. I have always, and will be better than you.”

You could hear your heart pounding. You began to tremble and started feeling weak and dizzy. You brought your dominant hand to your forehead, holding it.

“Everyone out besides Jason.” You said, voice uncharacteristically soft.

“Y/N-” Your father said in a hard tone, wanting to continue to scold you.

“Everyone out! You heard her.” Jason said. Everyone filed out of the room while Jason stayed back with you.

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