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bi-bard · 1 year

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Small Moments With... Dick Grayson [Titans]

Small Moments With...

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Reader

Word Count: 1,425 words

Warning(s): mention of injury

Author's Note: I haven't written one of these in a hot minute.

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New Titans Acting Like Your Embarrassed Children...

Dick and I were usually the first ones awake in the morning.

It was mostly because we had more experience in this kind of work, which seemed to make us some kind of leaders. Even with Jason's history as Robin, Dick and I had more time in the suits than all three of them combined.

The two of us were enjoying our morning to ourselves. Dick was throwing together two bowls of cereal while I got our coffee ready.

While I waited for the coffee pot to fill up, Dick wrapped his arms around me from behind.

"It's so quiet before everyone else gets up," he muttered in my ear.

"Stunning observation, Grayson," I chuckled. I paused to enjoy the quiet. "I like it."

"Why is that," he asked.

I turned around in his arms before wrapping my own around his neck.

"Because we have a chance to have just a bit of privacy," I explained.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. He hummed, pulling me a little closer to him. I grinned against his lips. After all this time, I was finally growing used to experiencing moments like this.

"Oh, gross!"

I pulled away when I heard a voice behind me. Jason had just walked in. He scrunched up his face as he did. I rolled my eyes.

"Good morning to you too, Jason," I said.

"Would be better if you two would not chew on each other's faces in front of the coffee machine," he replied.

I rolled my eyes again before moving and pulling Dick out of the way. "Don't take all of that coffee. I didn't make that for you."

"That sucks for you," Jason shrugged as he walked away with his cup of coffee.

I scoffed at him as did. I looked over at Dick, who was chuckling. I slapped his arm.

I forgot how much of a headache living in a shared space could be.

Dick Appreciates Your Approval of His New Suit...

I watched Dick stand in front of the mirror and look over his new suit.

It was nice. Black except for a symbol on his chest that was a dark blue. He looked more like himself in that than he ever did in his Robin uniform.

He looked good. Really good. There was something about seeing him be so comfortable that made me smile a little bit wider.

"What do you think," he asked.

"It's nice," I replied, walking in a slow circle around him. "Figured out a name?"

"Nightwing."

Again, he looked so confident in it that it brought me happiness.

"I like it," I said.

"Thanks."

"Fancy suit," I commented, completing my circle and letting my eyes wander a bit. "Very nice."

"Are you looking at my ass," Dick asked, looking at me through the mirror.

"Maybe," I muttered. He chuckled. "It looks good."

"Oh my God," he shook his head and looked down.

I scoffed. "Are you going to act like you've never looked at my ass in my suit?"

He stopped, eyes snapping up to meet mine in the reflection again.

"I'm hypervigilant to everything around me," I explained. "You didn't actually think that I missed that, did you?"

Dick didn't respond, he just looked down. I saw him blushing.

I walked around him. I kissed his cheek.

"It's okay," I mumbled to him. "When it's you, I find it quite sweet... as long as I get to return the favor sometimes."

He looked at me again, a grin pulling at his lips. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his briefly.

"Anytime you want," he said against my lips.

"Ooo, careful with those promises, Dick."

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him as he kissed me again.

Yeah, the new suit was pretty nice.

The Old Titans Ruined a Lot of Romantic Moments...

Dick and I were in the main sitting room.

I was curled into his side, my head on his shoulder and a book in my hands. He had an arm wrapped around my shoulders, holding me close to him.

We were kind of just... existing together.

He would kiss my head every once in a while, but would otherwise leave me to read my book.

It took him a while to speak up, "Your reading glasses look cute."

I looked at him. "Thank you. I think they make me look clever."

"It's a shame that I know you. I see right through the trick."

I whacked his chest with the book. "You're an ass."

"Aww, I'm sorry," he muttered as I went to bury my head in my book again.

He tilted my chin up again and kissed me gently. I kissed him back, tossing my book onto another cushion nearby. My arms wrapped around him as I shifted a bit. His hands touched my back, holding me in place.

"Ay! Look at the lovebirds!"

I pulled away and grumbled at the sound of Hank's voice. "I'm gonna kill him."

Dick chuckled and pressed another kiss to my head. Hank walked into the kitchen area, followed by Dawn.

"Don't get busy on the couch," Hank added. "We all have to use that thing."

I rolled my eyes and hid my face in the crook of Dick's neck. He was still chuckling at the whole event.

"Leave them alone," Dawn scolded him. "They're in love. It's sweet."

"It's gonna leave a stain."

I heard the sound of her hitting his chest.

"Sorry," she called out to us. "I really am!"

"I'm not!" Hank added.

I grumbled, "Please let me kick his ass."

"Focus on looking clever," Dick mumbled into my ear. I smacked his chest again.

There was definitely one con to this little superhero team that Dick had created.

Going on Patrol Together...

"I won!"

I threw my hands up as Dick landed on the roof seconds after me.

"You cheated," he accused.

"Oh, you are such a sore loser," I chuckled.

He rolled his eyes as I continued my little victory dance. It had been a slow night of patrol, so I suggested a race. It was just meant to keep us active and ready to go.

These were the moments with him that I loved most. The small ones that focused on something other than our jobs and the city that was around us.

"What does the victor want," Dick asked.

I tapped my finger on my chin, pretending to put a lot of thought into the idea.

"Come here," I waved him over.

"Why?"

"Because I won, so you owe me. Come here."

When he got close enough to me, I grabbed his hand and dragged him forward. I pressed my lips to his, grinning into the kiss. He slowly kissed me back.

I pulled away. "Perfect."

"That's all you wanted," Dick asked. "A kiss?"

"Would you like to see what I can come up with when I'm given more time?"

He paused for a moment. "Y'know, I think a kiss is very fair."

"I thought you'd say that."

He leaned in and kissed me again.

Yeah, a kiss was more than fair.

Date Nights Involving Bandaging Wounds...

It was a tradition after a while.

After a night working, Dick and I would meet at my place, change out of our suits, and then worry about each other's wounds. The deal was that the first one to call it got to take care of the other person first.

"You first."

Dick groaned when I beat him to the punch that night. He sat on my mattress and pulled his shirt off. The worst of the night's wounds was on his shoulder. Just needed to be bandaged up.

We sat facing each other, probably closer than necessary. Dick's breath fanned my face as he patiently watched me work. It would've made me nervous if this wasn't such a common occurrence for us.

"Does it hurt," I asked.

"Not right now."

I nodded.

I finished putting the bandage in place before looking at him. He grinned at me. I grinned back before leaning forward to kiss him gently. I cupped the side of his face as I leaned even closer to him.

He pulled away from me. "You can't just kiss me to distract me from your wounds."

"I was planning more than that."

He scoffed. "Sooner we do it, the sooner it's done, right?"

I grumbled before rolling my eyes and relenting.

He was so lucky that he was cute.

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dylobilysmomg · 1 year

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Dick Grayson Fic Recs

𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲! 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 *𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗳𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀* 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 <𝟯

𝗵𝗲𝘆! 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗸, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝘅 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀!

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pretty bird - @makethatelevenrings

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kimpossibly · 1 year

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— dating dick grayson

ੈ✩‧₊˚ sfw & nsfw under the cut

PAIRING: dick grayson x fem!reader WARNINGS: there is some nsfw content underneath the cut (i labelled it so it can't be missed). there are also mentions of fighting, cuts, bruises, general vigilante stuff. SUMMARY: just some cute (and some spicy) headcanons for dating our beloved nightwing

NOTE: I love writing for this character so much — specifically because I've heard from sooooo many people that my boyfriend looks exactly like him. It actually became such a recurring joke with my friend group that we dressed up as Dick & Barbara Gordon for homecoming. But the resemblance is so uncanny it's actually insane — hence why I love this character so much. I hope you guys enjoy this thing I wrote at three in the morning!!

ੈ✩‧₊˚ sfw

Dick is so protective, just as a person. Of family, of friends, and especially of you.

If you're a Titan like him, he's the first to jump to your side in a fight — not because he doesn't think you can handle yourself (he knows you can) but because he can't bear not having you in his eye line during a fight. If something were to happen when his back was turned, he'd never quite be able to get over it.

In the middle of the fight, he's constantly shouting to you, asking if you're okay, if you need help. And after the fight he's the first one to you, asking if you're hurt.

And if you're a civilian and you somehow get caught in the middle of his work? Oh my God this man will lose it. His top priority disappears and is instantly replaced by making sure you're safe and well out of the way of danger.

The 'patching up each other's wounds' trope is strong with Dick

He always wants to know how and why each little cut and bruise got there

❝ Wait, where did this one come from? ❞ ❝ Remember when the guy pulled out all those little throwing knives? ❞ ❝ Ah. ❞

I feel like his love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch — he loves both giving and receiving them.

He'll always pull you aside to tell you he loves you before he goes into a fight.

He'll reassure you with forehead kisses instead of kisses on the lips. They just feel more safe and comforting.

But the ultimate way he makes you feel safe and comfortable is by cuddling. He loooooves cuddling.

Nothing makes him happier than wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight to him. He loves falling asleep that way, tangled up together, because it lets him know that you feel completely safe around him.

He knows he can be an imposing person, so he always does his best to make you and everyone else feel safe around him.

And let's be honest, that man is a giant teddy bear.

But he can be pretty scary when he wants to be.

Like I kind of said earlier, if someone is messing with you, he's the first one to be by your side to defend you

At the end of the day, he loves coming home to you and knowing that you'll be there for him every step of the way.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ nsfw — mentions of hickeys, oral (f & m receiving), praise, roughness, fingering

Dick is a pretty selfless person — he's always concerned about other people, he's a bit of a people pleaser, etc.

Thus I firmly believe he's a giver over a receiver.

They don't call him Dick for nothing—

He also definitely has a praise kink, both for giving praise and receiving it.

His favorite, of course, is calling you a ❝ Good girl ❞ and telling you how well you're doing.

He loves to go down on you. There's nothing he finds more beautiful than looking up at you from in between your legs, seeing your face contorted in pleasure as he brings you over the edge.

He also looooves when you pull his hair. It's a sign that he's doing well at making you feel good. This ties in with the whole praise thing.

He never pressures you into anything and always makes sure to get consent before doing something.

He also loves to wake you up by going down on you. He obviously asked for consent the night before, but he just loves the surprise of it.

Or he'll even just wake you up by pressing kisses to your neck and gently fingering you

It isn't until you're awake and moaning that he'll smirk at you and say good morning.

The auDACITY

And if you want to go down on him? I mean...he won't refuse.

I don't think his initial instinct is to be very vocal, but once he feels perfectly comfortable and safe with you, oh Lord is he vocal.

He's a very gentle person in general, but every once in a while he needs to let off some steam.

You'll come back from a fight and you'll barely have the time to shut the bedroom door before he's pulling you to him and kissing you.

The suit stays ON

He can get a little rough, but he always makes sure that you're okay with what he's doing.

But he loves after care — and he's great at it too

Like I said earlier, he's a cuddler, but if you're both up for it he'll jump in a shower with you

He doesn't normally like to leave marks because he doesn't want the others to start asking questions, but every once in a while he likes giving you a hickey or two.

But he places them strategically on your collarbone, where they'll be just barely hidden by your shirts and revealed by the merest tug on the neckline (and yes he does take advantage of this)

You're a little more enthusiastic about hickeys than he is

Luckily, in his, er, line of work (???) hickeys can more often be explained away as bruises

Like if it ever gets brought up, he just brushes it off.

❝ What's on your neck? ❞ ❝ It's uh, just a bruise. ❞ ❝ Oh. Looks like a hickey. ❞

Dick will just kind of freeze up, caught of guard by the directness of that statement, and you'll just smile and wrap an arm around him, pressing a kiss directly to the so-called ❝ bruise. ❞

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astraeaalstroemeria · 6 months

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it's a new soundtrack, i could dance to this beat

SONG INSPO: Welcome To New York (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

SYNOPSIS: You and Dick Grayson had been close friends for years, but your connection snapped when your family moved to London. Everything changed for you, but you managed. It only took an invitation from your old friends and you were off to a plane back home.

GENRE: Fluff, Comfort, Angst

PAIRING(S): Titans!Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

WARNING(S): Violence, Blood, Weapons, Slight Gore, Explicit Language, Blood, Weapons, Implied Smut, Trauma, Death, Near Death Experience, Coma

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

Rules & Navigation | Dick Grayson Masterlist

1989 (Taylor's Version) Special | request by anon

Your headphones blasted music as you were closing up your family’s restaurant and mopped the floors. You were twirling around with the mop in your hands when the door of the shop opened and the bell rang.

You averted your eyes from the ground and glanced at the five men in tuxedos and they had some kind of wired device around their ears. You took off your headphones and stared at the men.

“Uh, if you’re going to order, we’re closed. In case you missed the sign outside.” You mumbled cautiously. Oh why? Because you never had any trust in tuxedo poker-faced looking men. That’s always a bad sign from where you originally were years ago.

“We’re here for something else, Calyptra” a man said snarky and you immediately knew what was going on. You raised your eyebrow in curiosity and took a small step back.

“Hmm, I figured.” and with that, you swung the mop to a man’s stomach and the fight began. The men didn’t hesitate bringing their guns out from their blazer pockets and you ran around for cover. You backflipped to a table and flipped the table over to serve as a barrier while you took off your necklace that was holding your true power back.

One of the men shot the table from the other side and it almost hit your head within an inch of distance from your side. You finally stood up and came out of your hiding spot with your hands raised and you levitated the bullets that came towards you.

With the bullets floating in the air, the man immediately saw through your plan and started heading for their own cover but you sent the bullets flying through the bodies of two of the men and they laid on the ground, dead.

The three remaining men charged towards you with a war cry and you started fighting them off. A man started to charge towards you with a knife in their hand and intend to stab through your head and another man charged towards you with a table cloth in their hands intended to choke you or possibly tie you up.

You noticed that the third man was nowhere to be found and you had taken a mental note of that. Meanwhile, you moved swiftly and swerved your shoulder to your side and you made him fly across the room with your power and sent him flying to the man with the tablecloth and both men crashed to the floor.

Both of the men grunted as you held them back with your power and made them stick to the ground. While focused, the third man had an opportunity to ambush you and took it. The third man fired the gun towards the direction of your stomach while you had your back turned from where he was hiding earlier, but you were prepared.

You saw through the plan of his and you used your other hand to levitate the three bullets and you turned your head towards the man. You sent the bullets flying his way and he swiftly dodged them.

While the third man was focused dodging the bullets, you had the time to use your power and take the tablecloth from the second man and use it to tie him and the first man and flung them across the room.

Blood oozed from their faces as they hit the ground and possibly have broken their noses from the brutal fall. You charged towards the third man and he tried to punch you but you caught his arm and twisted it behind his back, but he kicked you and you fell on the floor.

“Oh fuck no!” You screamed as you tried to get up but the third man put his foot on your neck and you clawed at his leg as you choked. You were about to blackout but you managed to summon the consciousness you still have left and you raised your hand and summoned your power to twist his neck so much that it fell off from his body.

The third man’s blood splattered to your face and body as the headless body fell off slowly and onto the floor pooling with red blood. You got up with a sore body and hurting neck.

The two men that were still tied up were wiggling in the tablecloth that you tied them too but you averted your eyes to the gun that was right at their feet.

You walked slowly and the men had fear in their eyes. You picked up the gun and cocked it. It clicked. You aimed for their foreheads…

And shoot.

The first man was down and his head hung downwards as the bullet penetrated his head. The blood once again splattered onto your face and the second man also had blood on him.

You decided to kneel at the level of the second man and had a poker face displayed in your face. You sighed a shaky breath and the man waited in anticipation.

“Tell me, and be honest. Who the fuck sent you to come after me?” you asked in a menacing tone and aimed the gun to his head. The man whimpered and you threatened to pull the trigger. He finally caved in and he blurted the answer. “IT WAS DEATHSTROKE!” he blurted out and you shot him after.

Splat.

You closed your eyes as blood once again was on your face. Looking around, you used your magic to clean up the bloody and gore-worthy mess before your parents or anyone around came by the restaurant and saw what you did.

After five minutes, you had successfully cleaned up the mess and disposed of the bodies—God knows where—and you also cleaned yourself up.

And you went back to mopping the floors and finished up cleaning. But in addition, you had new guns and knives added to your collection once again. You closed the lights and out of the restaurant you were.

Walking back to your apartment, it was cold and you had forgotten to bring your scarf because you had underestimated the weather and that was your biggest mistake.

Once you arrive at your apartment, you hang your coat on the coat rack, take off your shoes and put the keys in the bowl on the coffee table in your living room. You sigh as you walk into the kitchen and open the fridge to get some water.

You took the pitcher with water and grabbed a glass and poured yourself a full glass of water. After gulping down the water, you grabbed your phone in your bag and you dialed a number you knew all so well and tapped your shoes with anticipation.

Once the person on the other end picks up, you straightened your posture. “Hello? Who’s this?” an unfamiliar young voice greeted you.

“Uh, excuse me? May I speak to Richard Grayson, please?” you said and the girl on the other end could be heard on the phone saying “Hey, Dick! Someone on the phone is looking for you!”

And you could no longer hear someone saying until that familiar voice greeted you. “Ah, long time no see, Calyptra. What took you so long?” after hearing Dick’s—probably smug—voice, you started shouting.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” you screamed and you could hear that same girl in the background saying “Uh, what did you do? This time?” you assumed the reason the girl had heard you shout at Dick was you were on speaker phone.

“How the fuck did Deathstroke’s men found me? I’m miles away from goddamn Gotham! I swear to god-” you began rambling on and nothing could calm you down in the moment. “I swear I can explain if you let me-” you cut him off.

“NO! You listen to me. No contact from you for years and this is how I get in touch with you! Go fuck yourself!” you swore and you could hear a pained hiss on the other end and some chuckling.

“Hey hey, take it easy on him, sweetie. He just wants to talk some peace.” you hear Dawn on the other end. “Dawn? What- what are you doing with that dickhead?” you calmed down. You sat on the couch.

“Well, I have some news for you. And I don’t think that you’ll.. Erm..” Dawn trailed off and another person butt in. “The Titans are back in business again.” Donna said while chuckling. Your mouth hung open and you cleared your throat.

Oh now it made sense. Fucking bastards.

“Is that so? Does that include recruiting old pals that were cut off from contact years ago, Troy?” you said while gritting your teeth. “Ouch, going to the last name basis now, are we?” Donna said feigning hurt.

“I think that’s just about right. Never thought I’d hear from you again. And once I do, I find out that what broke us apart is back again.” you sighed and you fiddled with your nails.

“Yeah, I never thought that would happen. Especially that what happened had a huge impact on you..” after Donna said that, your ears began ringing and a memory displayed on your mind.

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[flashback starts]

You were fighting alongside the Titans and you were called ‘Calyptra’ who was famous for saving people and all that hero agenda. You were on a mission to fight Deathstroke but the fight was too easy. Deathstroke was gone, but you had a gut feeling something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

You were right seconds later. Your senses kicked in too late and you felt the world in slow motion as you whipped your head where you sensed Deathstroke was, but he had already fired the sniper towards Aqualad.

Shoot.

Splat.

Drop.

You were still stunned when you heard Donna scream, thinking it was because of Aqualad but you were wrong. Again. But that’s when you felt it. The stinging pain on your stomach.

You looked down and realized it was blood. Someone had stabbed their sword through your stomach and you turned around and saw it was none other than Deathstroke himself.

Your eyes widened and your mouth began to pour out blood. As you dropped to your knees and your body grew weak. Why had you let down your guard? Why? You had no idea.

Drop.

Blood.

Screams.

Everything was muffled. Even Dawn’s screaming and Dick’s panicked figure running towards you.

Oh how much he cared....

For you.

You laid on the ground and Deathstroke was no longer found in the area. You looked over at Aqualad’s dead body 3 feet away from you and a grieving Donna kneeling over and had his body being hugged by her. You hadn’t noticed that Dick was already by your side and he was doing the same thing.

He was sobbing.

Wait, was that right?

Why was Dick Grayson sobbing?

All because of you. He had held his feelings way too long enough to the point he might actually not get to say it to you. He was afraid at that moment as your eyes started to flutter shut and he was…

screaming?

Yes.

Screaming for Hank to get help.

Was he about to lose you? He hoped not. You had already begun to lose grip of your consciousness and you fully blacked out. Your ears started ringing again.

Louder.

And louder.

And…

[flashback ended]

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“Hello? Hello? Calyptra, are you there?” Donna on the other end asked as you zoned out for a minute and had the most traumatic flashback. “Ah, yes. I’m here. Were you saying something?” you chuckled nervously.

“Yes, I was saying something. I was saying if you’d accept the deal to go back.” Donna asked and you stood up from the couch and began pacing around the room. “Back? Back to what? Or where?” you questioned. Though you fear what might be the answer.

“Back here? In Gotham… And back to the Titans?” Donna said, as she waited with a shaky breath. You shook your head. “No. No I can’t. Donna please-” you said with a panicked voice as tears pricked your eyes. You couldn’t start with the trauma once again.

“Please, Calyptra, we need you-” you hung up. Sobs erupted from your mouth and you threw your phone on the coffee table. You couldn’t go back, you just… couldn’t. You sobbed and tears ran down on your cheeks.

Your eyes averted to the picture frame that sat on the fireplace and you slowly walked towards it. You gently took the picture frame and saw that it was of you, Donna and Dick.

It was during the prom that Dick took you in as his partner. You were in the middle and smiling like there was no care in the world and Donna was smiling beside you while Dick only showed a bit of his smile.

You sniffled at the memory and hugged it closer to your chest. You stared above and wished for the stars to help you. Or anyone for that matter. You took a ragged breath and wiped your eyes. You could taste your salty tears.

You managed to pick yourself up and took the courage to grab your bag and went to your room. You were hesitant to decide whether you would accept the offer or would you rather stay in London and have your peaceful life again.

But you knew that getting involved with the Titans and with your old friends again, you knew that guilt would start eating up your insides once again. It was the same old cycle. It would never end.

You arrived in your room and tossed your bag somewhere and you face-planted to your pillow and you sighed. You turned and you were lying down on your back. You stared at your ceiling and you finally decided.

With the sudden burst of determination, you stood up from your bed and began packing your belongings. You grabbed two suitcases and began folding and shoving clothes into it. Your parents were out of town but you were no longer there once they got back.

You decided that you would either leave a note on the counter or call them once you were in Gotham. You decided to go with the latter. You finished packing with the help of your magic and you dressed yourself in clothes that would disguise you.

It was Saturday evening. It was the day after you were attacked and got a call from Donna asking you to join the Titans again and go back to Gotham. Your parents asked where you were going yesterday evening and had a talk with them.

To say that they were afraid and there were a lot of crying and sentimentals was an understatement. You cried your hearts out and they wished you luck because they knew what trauma you went through and they hoped you were gonna be okay.

You were currently standing in the living room of the Titans tower and you set down your suitcase and looked around quietly hoping to surprise them in the morning. You stared at the window view of the tower and the beautiful city lights below you.

It was midnight and no one was awake at this hour. That was what you thought. What you didn’t know was that a certain bird was assigned on a patrol and had just got back. So imagine his surprise when he stepped out of the elevator and saw a stranger standing near the window.

In instinct, he flinched and shouted. “Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing here?! Intruder! Intruder!” the boy in the Robin suit began shouting and you immediately began to shush him.

You stepped forward and tried to go near him but he threw his weapon at you. You dodged him and tendrils of your power appeared on your palm and used telekinesis to grab his foot and throw him across the room, leaving him gasping for breath as he hit a vase and it shattered on impact.

You grabbed a knife that was safely tucked on your boot and you nicked his arm.

He groaned in pain, and he was about to shout once again but you managed to shush him in time and you twisted his arm behind his back and placed the knife on his neck while your hand with your power was placed tightly on his mouth.

You heard some doors were beginning to open and the lights were turning on to see the commotion was about.

Shit.

Screw this.

You looked around and you made you and the boy invisible and you made way to the living room, going completely unnoticed. You saw Donna was the first one to come into view and had a confused look as she stepped carefully towards the shattered vase and inspected it.

Others came into view as well. Like Dawn, Hank and Dick. There were some unfamiliar people too and they were also confused as hell.

“What the hell is that commotion about?” a young girl asked. It was probably the same girl you had spoken to on the phone.

“Yeah, we heard Jason shouting. Who was he talking to?” a young boy with green hair asked. Dawn looked worriedly at Dick and her eyes averted to the suitcases in the living room that weren't there before.

“Uh, Dick? That wasn’t there before… was it?” Dawn asked and Dick also found himself staring at the suitcases. He shook his head.

Donna also averted her eyes from the vase and turned her focus to the suitcases. “Do you think…?” Donna questioned and she began to stare around the room for any being. An invisible being.

You were enjoying her trying to spot you but your invisibility has improved compared to the years prior. You threw ‘Jason’ on the ground and he grunted again. Donna stepped back and squinted her eyes to where she thought Jason was.

You released the invisibility from him and he quickly got up on his feet and had his fists out. He turned to Donna and the others. “There’s- there’s a crazy intruder! Some witchy bullshit!” he said panicking and Donna’s mouth was agape as you also released the invisibility on yourself.

Dawn chuckled happily and her hands flew to her mouth while Donna’s eyes widened and also chuckled and ran towards you for a hug. You groaned on the force and she swayed you a little while you hugged her back.

“Oh hell yeah! There’s the bitch witch!” Hank exclaimed happily and he also ran for a hug. Dawn was close behind. Donna released you from the hug and she had teary eyes while Dawn hugged you too. “Oh my god, Calyptra! You’re here, I can’t believe it.” Dawn mumbled on your shoulder.

You chuckled and you hugged her tight. “Yeah, I can’t believe it either. And also, fuck you, Hank.” you teased while Dawn pulled away from you and Hank side-hugged you. “Ah, I missed that fiery comeback of yours. Welcome back, witch.” Hank chuckled and patted your back.

You and Hank always got along well. Especially when he had a long-time crush on Dawn and you were crushing on Dick but what are the odds? He and Dawn were dating. Such a shame, truly.

“It’s good to be back. At least I hope it’s good.” you winked at Hank and he grumbled teasingly. Your eyes averted from Hank to the young teens in the room and a curly haired black woman. God she was beautiful. You thought.

“Uh, what is happening right now?” the raven-haired girl asked and she turned to the green-haired boy. “Yeah! That crazy woman tried to kill me and here you all are hugging her and having goody goody with her!” Jason said as he was pissed off.

“Excuse you, brat. But this crazy woman has been my friend since I joined the Titans. And now she’s back..” Hank trailed off and he looked at Dick who was still staring at you. “We have a chance against Deathstroke. Or anyone for that matter.” he mumbled.

You finally averted your eyes to Dick and your smile dropped and you took a long sigh.

“Grayson.” you said sternly.

Dick’s face was visibly hurt by your last name basis and he crossed his arms.

“Calyptra.” he responded.

But it wasn’t stern. It only had a normal tone, which was surprising for a yearning man all these years you moved away. The green-haired boy sensed something and he chuckled nervously trying to break the tension.

“Oho-kay! Since uhm, this was a very happy happy reunion, might as well introduce myself. My name is Gar. Gar Logan.” Gar said and he stepped forward with a smile and he offered his hand for you to shake. You smiled at him as well and shook his hand.

The raven-haired girl soon followed and she gave you a tight-lipped smile. “My name’s Rachel. Rachel Roth. I was the girl you were on the phone with yesterday?” Rachel said and she also offered her hand for you to shake and you happily accepted it.

Jason was still sulking in the corner and he was glaring at you. Rachel looked at Jason and she did the introduction for him. “Oh and you've met Jason. Jason Todd.” she said and Jason just gave you a glare.

You averted your eyes to the black woman and she stepped forwards and gave you a handshake. “Kory. Kory Anders. Pleasure to meet you. Finally.” Kory said and she shook your hand firmly.

“Alright, now that all of the introduction is done, should we go back to sleep? I mean, it is the middle of the night.” Dawn said, trying to ease the tension. “Oh and your room is still the same as is. It was never touched so I guess it’s still a bit… dusty.” Dawn smiled sheepishly.

“That’s alright, Dawn. I’ll go clean it myself. You’ve done enough, thank you.” you smiled and she gave you a nod. Gar yawned and Rachel followed. “Well, we should get going. It was nice meeting you, Calyptra.” Rachel said and waved goodbye as she started to walk away and back to her room.

Soon enough, everyone else did the same. But Dick was the last one to leave and you just dismissed him and turned to your suitcases and also went to your room. Dick tried to call out to you, but you just walked faster.

A minute later, you arrived at your room. It was still the same and the posters you had put up were still put up. Everything was dusty, and that included the bookshelf full with books. And the record player you had near your table was still there. You also had a box full of records in the corner.

You sigh as you put your suitcase in a corner and you whip your hand to immediately clean the room as tidy as possible. It was all cleaned within a minute but then you heard soft knocks on your door while you had your back turned to it. “Don’t come in.” you said as you already knew who it was.

But nevertheless, the person came in. It was Dick. Of course it was. “Hey.” he said as he entered your room. You turned around to face him and you responded with a dry tone. “Hi.” you said and you crossed your arms. He stepped closer while you didn’t move at your spot.

“Look, I’m sorry. I-” you cut him off. “Sorry my ass, Dick fucking Grayson. You cut me off when I was at my lowest. When I was in a coma. You abandoned me when I needed you and never once did I get a visit in the hospital until I was eventually moved to London.” you raised your voice.

Dick put his hands in front of him and he nodded. He sat down on your bed and it dipped with his weight. “Yes, I know what I did was wrong and low. But I had a reason.” he said and you raised your eyebrow.

“I thought that if I stayed away from you, you’d be away from danger and I…” he trailed off and he sighed.

Your eyes softened and you moved from where you were standing and also sat down beside him and the bed dipped more. You sighed and you shook your head.

“I loved you..” he mumbled and you lifted your heads towards him in shock. “I love you and I couldn’t lose you. The guilt was eating me up and I couldn’t bare it. So I stayed away hoping to move on.” he continued.

You had nothing to say to that. Years of wishing he would say that had finally come true. You shook your head and you turned to Dick.

“I… you loved me?” you said, hoping to have heard right. He nodded and gave you that subtle smile you loved so much. “I have. For years. But I never realized it until it was too late and you’ve moved.”

You didn’t let him finish and kissed him on impulse. Dick tensed up at the moment and he wasn’t expecting that. But after he got over his shock, he kissed you back and he put his arms around you, hugging you. He laid you on the bed and he was on top of you.

The kissing got more intense as you both devoured each other's lips with hunger. When you pulled away, you were both panting and Dick began to unbutton your shirt and you did the same to him.

After unbuttoning all the buttons you leaned forward for Dick to take it off and you saw his nasty scar by his chest, but you didn't mind. You two continued kissing and he pulled away and you looked at him with a confused look before he started kissing your neck and you gave him more access by tilting it and he hit a sweet spot and you moaned with pleasure.

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In the morning, you and Dick were naked and lying down with the blanket as cover. You had a steamy night with him and thank god for the barrier you put to silence your session with him. What a way to be back, right?

He certainly has a way to leave you...

breathless.

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“You complete me.”

Pairing: Dick Grayson x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Warnings: mild-swearing, drinking

Summary: You try to help Dick become a more social person, as difficult as that might be.

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"Come on, Grayson. Dance with me."

Dick turns to you, not knowing what to do. You giggle in response, seeing the panic on his face. As the lights flash and people dance around you, Dick looks at you, begging you to not make him dance as well with the expression on his face.

"Nobody's looking, Dick. They're all dancing, they won't pay attention to you." you giggle, holding both of his hands. You wrap your arms around his neck softly and start to dance. You hold his hand while still wrapping your other arm around his neck.

"Follow my lead, okay?" you reassure him. "Listen to the rhythm. One, two, three." you teach him, doing dancing steps. He pays close attention and almost trips on the second step. He finally shows an ounce of emotion, laughing at himself. You laugh as well. "It's good, just take it easy." you tell him.

"Let's do it again. One, two, three. One, two, three." Dick follows your lead, being terribly off-beat, earning a little smile from you. "What?" he asks, smiling. "Nothing." you giggle. "You're doing great."

He holds your hand tighter and starts dancing on beat. "Oh, so you were bullshitting the fact that you didn't know how to dance?" He nods in a guilty manner, smiling. "How dare you?" you ask playfully. He laughs, now taking the lead. "You tricked me so you can show off your dance moves, didn't you?" you laugh. "What? I'm good at acting." he responds, caressing your face.

"You're a dick." you joke, earning a little smile from him. "Wow, so original." he laughs. You reach in for a kiss on the lips.

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The both of you hold hands, heading to your apartment, laughing and giggling on the way. "Alright, that's enough. You drank too much tonight." he says, taking your bottle from you. You act offended. "I didn't know you were my dad." you say jokingly.

He laughs as you arrive to the door. He grabs your hips from behind while you unlock the door.

He lifts you when the door is unlocked and throws you onto the bed, removing his shirt and kissing you. "You're drunk." you tell him after the kiss. "Yeah, maybe." he replies softly. "And to think you didn't want to go out tonight. Or any night." you joke.

"Just shut up and kiss me, Y/N."

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yourbridgebetweenworlds · 2 months

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Dick Grayson Masterlist

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 2 years

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There’d Better Be a Mirrorball

Pairing: Dick Grayson (version unspecified) x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, break up

Word Count: 1371

A/N: Here’s the Dick Grayson angst I mentioned! It’s based on There’d Better Be a Mirrorball by Arctic Monkeys and is the result of spending too much time on trains while in Italy. This isn’t based on any particular version of Dick’s character, so ignore the gif. Anyway, I don’t think I’ll ever do a part 2, but I hope you like it!!

(thanks to @yanna-banana and @stargirl25 for initially showing interest in this!)

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Dick pushed down the aching in his chest and downed the shot of whiskey the bartender passed him. He let himself face the bar for another minute, taking in his haggard appearance in the mirror behind the rows and rows of high end spirits. The people surrounding the bar were either too drunk or too preoccupied with the people around them to pay any attention to Bruce Wayne’s oldest son. For once, he was glad. He needed another minute before he re-joined the dancing crowd.

When he couldn’t put it off any longer, he rolled his shoulders and perfected his smile in the mirror before turning and walking back into the mass of people. He had absolutely no idea what this particular fundraiser was for, only that Bruce needed a show of familiar support for the night. And as much as his heart was breaking, he couldn’t find it in him to say no to family.

She’ll be packing the last of her bags now.

He shook his head and sucked in a deep breath, willing himself to only focus on the present and not let his emotions consume him. He could do this.

“I’m surprised you showed up. Thought you’d be drowning yourself in a bottle of Shiraz, eating Chinese and watching About Time right now.”

He spun around to find Jason watching him with a raised eyebrow. His white streak was hidden beneath box dye and he was wearing an impeccable suit and tie, but even though he had technically been resurrected medically and legally now, Dick was still surprised to find him willingly attending a gala.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Geez, no need to sound so surprised.” Jason rolled his eyes and stepped forward, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. “Babs told me, I thought… I thought you might need someone who could help you tap out, if you needed to leave.”

Dick screwed his eyes shut and focused on breathing. “I’m fine.”

“Sure. But if you find you aren’t, I’m around.” Jason gave a stiff nod once Dick had forced his eyes open again.

Dick returned it. “Thanks. Do you actually know what this thing is for?”

“Haven’t a clue.” Jason snorted, and just for a moment, all Dick could see was the twelve year old who had clung to him the entire night of his first gala. Dick had hated it with a passion, wanted nothing more than to pass Jason off on someone, but now he wouldn’t change it for the world. Funny how ten years made that much of a difference.

“We the only two here?” Dick scanned his eyes over the room.

“Us and Damian, who looks even happier to be here than you do.” Jason looked thoroughly pleased at that prospect but Dick didn’t have the energy to tell him off.

So, instead he just hummed. Jason frowned slightly, clearly picking up on Dick’s emotions.

“I thought you’d be with her.” Jason said softly.

“We agreed it was better if I wasn’t; less fuss and all that. We said goodbye yesterday.” Tears burned his eyes again and he dug his teeth into his cheek to try and stop them falling. He focused his eyes on the Mirrorball, watching the reflected light dance across the ceiling. He didn’t really understand why a gala would have one, but he wasn’t complaining. They always reminded him of the circus.

He stayed staring at the glittering reflections for a while, barely noticing Jason’s presence, until the second Robin choked on his champagne.

“Holy fuck.” Jason spluttered, staring past him.

He glanced over his shoulder and felt his heart freeze in his chest. He was convinced he had been dosed with something; fear toxin or something of Ivy’s because there was no way she could be here. She had a fight to catch in four hours for Christ’s sake! No, this couldn’t be happening.

But Jason was clearly seeing exactly what he was.

“Dickie, what the hell are you waiting for?” Jason shoved his shoulder.

That was all the prompt he needed, and before he even knew what he was doing, his feet were carrying him towards the entrance to the ball room. Towards her.

“You have a plane to catch.” Dick choked out.

“I have a little time to spare.” Y/N said it so nonchalantly, like they were talking about the weather.

“Y/N-”

“One last night.” She cut him off. “I couldn’t just go. I couldn’t.”

He nodded and stepped forward, cupping her face with one of her hands as his other wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him. She rested her forehead against his and wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling into the hair at the base of his neck.

“Dance with me?” He whispered.

She smiled. “Always.”

He tugged her out into the middle of the dancefloor, keeping his arms wrapped around her waist and hers around his neck, even though the music was too fast to be dancing like that. But neither of them cared.

“How long?” He asked, tears burning his lash lines.

“Half an hour. I already ordered a car.” She brushed a thumb along his cheek as a tear slipped out. “Don’t cry. If you cry, I’ll cry and then we will make the front page tomorrow.” She smiled and he chuckled wetly. “I’m sorry for coming here. I know we said we wouldn’t, but I just couldn’t leave without seeing you one last time.”

“Don’t apologise. I think Jason was about ten minutes away from calling me a cab to meet you at the airport because he couldn’t stand my moping.” He said, smiling as she laughed.

“Okay, enough moping for now then. We have thirty minutes and I just want to spend them with you.” She pressed her head against the side of his as he somehow managed to pull her closer.

“Okay.” He agreed.

The music changed to something slower, something that was in time with the way they were swaying, and he had a feeling it was Jason’s doing. He made a mental reminder to thank him later and then made himself focus on the present. On keeping Y/N pressed against him for what might be the last time as the Mirrorball bathed them in glittering light.

But all too soon he felt the tell tale sign of the alarm of her watch buzzing against his neck. He took a deep breath as she pressed closer against him for a moment before pulling back slightly. There were tears in her eyes and he wasn’t sure he was faring much better. She didn’t have say anything, the question was in her eyes and he nodded in response, taking her hand in his and leading her through the crowd to the main door.

The cold air did nothing to alleviate the heaviness in his heart as they got closer and closer to the inevitable.

“That’s the car.” She said, barely above a whisper as she nodded towards a silver Honda.

He nodded and pulled her against him again, pressing his lips to her temple. “I love you. I’ll always love you. You know where I’ll be if you ever need anything.”

“I love you too.” She smiled and cupped his face in her hands before pulling his lips to hers. She kissed him softly, neither of them bothered by the saltiness brought on by their tears. “You know where I’ll be if you ever need to get away, or decide you don’t need Nightwing anymore.”

He nodded and kissed her again. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Goodbye, Dickie.” She pressed one more chaste kiss to his lips and walked away. She looked back once more before she got in the car and the both understood what the other wanted to say.

And then she was gone.

He took several deep breaths and wiped at his face to clear his tears before turning and walking back inside. He caught Jason’s eyes across the room and the younger man held up two glasses of an amber liquid. He smiled slightly at that, as his eyes drifted up to the Mirrorball again. Maybe there were some perks to staying where he was.

#dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x fem!reader #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #jason todd #damian wayne #bruce wayne #titans #dc #brenton thwaites #arctic monkeys

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midnightstar-90 · 2 years

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Imagine #1: Jason being jealous of Reader and Dick

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*You and Dick are talking in the kitchen when Jason walks in*

Jason: Hey, guys. What are you two doing?

*You and Dick stop talking to look at Jason*

Y/N: Dick and I were just getting acquainted. I didn’t know you had a brother.

*Jason rolls his eyes*

Jason: Adopted.

Dick: What do you need, Jason?

*Jason gets angry*

Jason: I would like to spend time with <em>my</em> girlfriend. Is that okay, or do I have to wait in line behind Dick?

*You and Dick look at each other, confused before giving the same look to Jason*

Y/N: Jason? What has gotten into you?

Jason: Nothing. Let’s just go.

*Jason grabs your hand, pulling you out of the kitchen*

Y/N: Bye, Dick!

*You wave goodbye on your way out*

A/N: I was so nervous posting this. Let me know if you like things like this, and if you want more.

Have an amazing day!

#x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #dc comics #dc comics imagine #jason todd angst #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #dc titans #tv: titans #curran walters x reader #curran walters #brenton thwaites

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ambelle · 1 year

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I thought Anna, Brenton and Teagan would post something in the way of a farewell to the fans. I’m thinking the reason they haven’t is a combination of them being really broken up about the show ending or them holding out hope that there’s a possibility that they can reprise their roles in the near future. Your thoughts?

They are chronically offline. Brenton did say something (which folks are lucky seeing how they keep harassing his girlfriend and calling him a racist and bad father), Teagan is just inactive, and Anna she seems to have completely disengaged from all things Titans.

I don’t blame her. She was being harassed by her own fans so yeah. They apparently found a way to make Greg’s goodbye post into something negative about Anna because they are miserable and seem to want her to be too.

But anywho I hope to see something in the future and this time with fans who aren’t horrible.

#anonymous #anna diop #brenton thwaites #teagan croft #imagine acting your ass off #then getting dms from your own fans saying every scene you do is pointless if Brenton isn’t in it #I wouldn’t talk to them anymore either

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fubureaders · 1 year

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so i'm making a fanfic on wattpad about gar logan from titans (there's also some rpf in there with ryan potter x reader because i love that man and he needs more people thirsting over him), and i just posted the introduction!!

as you may know from my page, i'm very new to writing fanfic so it'll be a little longer before there's actual content, but i hope that you read the introduction/backstory that i just posted!! more than that, i hope you like it (of course)

and here's the link, of course

happy reading <3

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bi-bard · 1 year

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Birdy - Dick Grayson Imagine [Titans (HBO)]

Title: Birdy

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Reader

Word Count: 1,755 words

Warning(s): choking, violence, possession, mention of murder

Summary: (Season 2, Episode 1) Dick and (Y/n) had been friends for years. When Rachel becomes the reason that the pair find each other again, they have to face what had always been true about their relationship.

Author's Note: I couldn't help myself.

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Taking care of Rachel should've worried me more than it did.

She was being followed and hunted by a group that none of us had heard of. She also had powers that none of us understood, and she wasn't sure she could control.

It should've scared me.

But I'd look at her and my heart would break. She was a kid. An innocent kid that had the weight of the world forced onto her shoulders.

I couldn't leave her.

Which meant that I packed a duffel bag and took off with Dick to try and keep the girl safe.

I would like to think that I would've reacted just as fast if Rachel had found me on her own. But it would be a lie to say that Dick had no influence on how quickly I joined them.

The scariest moment of it all was trying to get back to Rachel when we realized just how close her father was.

We tried to get to her as fast as possible. Dick was driving, I was in the passenger seat, Donna and Kory were sharing the back.

"She's gonna be okay," I tried to comfort Dick as he sped toward Rachel's mom's house.

I don't think it worked much. Maybe if I had believed myself, it would have worked better. I just didn't have time for that.

I think I got out of the car before it fully stopped moving. The house was covered in some kind of invisible shield or something.

Dick and I shared a look before taking off sprinting forward. The moment we hit the barrier was the moment my surroundings completely changed.

I found myself on a rooftop in Gotham City. I looked around, trying to figure out why I was there. Nothing was clicking. I couldn't remember how I had gotten there. Time felt like a mess.

I... I had been in Ohio. I was looking for Rachel. Rachel was in danger. I needed to get to her. I needed to protect her.

I looked down at the street below me when I heard a truck's brakes screech. A man got out of the driver's side before pulling the back door open.

"Oh," I mumbled.

I remembered this night.

I had escaped from my... home... I guess... with my sister. I had gotten her out before they could test on her like they did on me. I had worked so hard to protect her, only for her to get killed before I could save her.

This man was the hired gun that hadn't even been aiming for her. She was just collateral damage.

I had tracked him down to this building. I was going to get him to tell me where the man who hired him was and then turn him over to the police.

"(Y/n)."

I turned around to see Dick standing there.

That made sense.

He had tried to stop me because he thought I was going to get killed. I was outnumbered. This was the first night I had called him Birdy.

But his age... his age was wrong. Dick should've been younger. A teenager. He was fully grown now. That wasn't... That wasn't right.

"Dick?"

"Get him," he nodded toward the edge of the roof. "Kill him. You waited so long."

"What," I scoffed. "No. No. I... I don't kill people, Dick. If... If I kill them, I'm no better than them."

"But you want to," he stepped forward. "You have power, (Y/n). Use it."

"Dick-"

"Your fear and anger... remember how that felt?" he muttered. "The darkness?"

I shook my head. "No. No. I don't use my powers like that."

Another step forward gave me a clear view of his face. His eyes were pitch black. Darkness looked like it was traveling in the veins around them.

"Dick..."

"It's a shame," he said. I gasped as he grabbed my throat. "I was just trying to help you."

He threw me across the roof to the far edge, away from the street. I slid a bit, groaning at the feeling.

I pushed myself up slowly.

Dick was standing in front of me. His fists were clenched.

"Dick-"

"Do it."

"What?"

"Fight me," he snapped. "Go ahead. Embrace the desire. Give in-"

"No," I shook my head.

He ran at me. I ducked under his arms, taking a few steps away from him and turning back to him.

"What happened to you," I asked. "Who did this to you?"

"I embraced who I am," he said, getting right in my face.

"No... No... this isn't who you are," I shook my head.

"Then, how could I kill Bruce?"

I was stunned by the response.

Dick's hand wrapped around my throat again. He lifted me up enough to slam my back to the ground. His other hand joined the first.

"Stop me," he instructed. "Do it. Use your power, kill me, and save yourself."

I scratched at his hands.

"You really wouldn't embrace your darkness to save yourself?"

“I-I’m not going to kill you, Dick,” I said, letting my hands just sit on his. “I never could.”

His dark eyes felt like a dare. Pushing me to say that this wasn’t the real Dick. That killing him would mean nothing. It would feel good to kill him.

No.

No matter what state he was in… that was my Dick Grayson. The same boy who would race me around the streets of Gotham. The boy that had fought next to me more times than I could count. The boy who helped me control my powers without fear. The boy who I was still absolutely in love with.

Dick Grayson. Birdy.

“You’re weak,” his voice was distorted as his hand pushed harder into my neck.

I gasped, “No.”

My hands latched onto his arm.

He almost snarled at me as he pressed harder.

I felt my eyes closing as I stared up at him. He looked so angry. Angry, dark, empty… so lost.

I dug my nails into his skin as I muttered one last thing, “I forgive you.”

It almost felt like I blinked.

One moment, my neck was being crushed and I was dead. The next, I was waking up on the floor of Angela’s house, gasping in an attempt to catch my breath.

I looked around.

It was a disaster inside. Shelves and furniture were broken, the windows had been smashed out. But it was empty. Empty and quiet.

I pushed myself off the ground, running outside. I found almost everyone else lying on the porch. Gar wasn’t. He was standing in the grass, looking out at the scene in front of him.

I stepped down to where he was and followed his line of sight. I saw Dick and Rachel hugging in the distance. A cloud of smoke behind them.

As the team slowly woke up, Dick turned back around and started walking back.

He froze for a moment. He was still kind of far away, but I assumed it was because of me.

He took off running after Rachel shoved him a bit.

Once I was certain he was running toward me, I started running too. I felt a sob escape my lungs as I was pulled into a tight hug.

“I thought you were dead,” Dick mumbled in my ear. “I thought I lost you.”

I stepped back, wiping my eyes before lightly hitting his upper arm. “Oh, come on, Birdy, can’t get rid of me that easy.”

He let out a chuckle as he grinned at me.

His hands cupped the sides of my face. I felt my heart rate skyrocket at the feeling of his hands on my skin.

“Dick-“

He cut me off by leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. I froze for a few moments before slowly kissing him back and laying my hands on his chest.

I had imagined this before. Every time I did, I shook the thought away and assumed that I was dumb to even think about such a thing. I thought that I was never going to get the chance.

But now, it was happening. And no image of my imagination could’ve done it better.

He was passionate.

He had clearly been longing for this moment just as much as I had. He seemed content in whatever little world was constructed around us while his lips moved with mine.

I slowly pulled back, not moving very far. Just far enough to talk.

His thumbs ran over my skin. It was almost enough to make me lose my train of thought.

“We… We should get back… to the group.”

“Right,” he replied, stepping away fully.

He grabbed my hand as we started walking over. I looked down at our hands for a moment before looking back up at the group.

Everyone seemed mostly okay.

Except for Gar, who had cuts and bruises on his face from an event I wouldn’t know about until later.

I let go of Dick's hand to pull Rachel into a hug. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, hugging me back.

I kissed the top of her head before stepping back. I stopped for a moment when I saw the gem on her forehead.

I motioned to it. "That's very cool."

She chuckled at me. "Thanks."

"You are so cool."

She fully laughed at that. "You're cool too."

"Aw, we'll work on your lying ability."

We hit the road soon after that. Dick and I loaded up in a car with Rachel, Gar, and Jason.

"What's your plan," I asked after a little bit of time on the road.

Dick hummed, glancing at me for a moment.

"I mean... we're heading to Gotham City so Jason can get home... but then what?"

He paused for a moment like he was weighing the options for the first time.

"I... I need to talk to Bruce about something," he muttered. He was nervous.

I nodded. "Okay."

He shifted a bit in his seat, his hands tightening on the steering wheel.

"Hey," I reached over and grabbed one of his hands. He let me pull it away from the wheel. "I'm gonna be right here. You aren't alone."

A small grin pulled at his lips. I pressed a kiss to the back of his hand.

I smiled at him before turning to look out the front window again.

He was the best thing I had. The best thing I had ever had. I wanted to prove that to him.

And I would stop at nothing to be the same thing for him.

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millyhelp · 4 months

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weighing whether or not I should do a blog just about Dick Grayson...

Lately I've been thinking a lot about Dick Grayson by Brenton Thwaites. I mean. Brenton is a fucking Dilf! (his thighs, arms and that ass! how I wish I could squeeze that ass!) and seeing that man that size was making me think things.

Just imagine. Dick having to fuck you quietly so as not to wake his son... Fuck!

Okay... Should I do blog for Dick?

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solar-wing · 16 days

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Hello. I was wondering do you have a list of the characters you write for ?

I did originally but had accidentally taken it down and forgot to re-upload it. I can post it here and update it for anyone who needs to reference it.

Currently, I write for:

DC:

Barry Allen/Flash

BatBro/Bat Family

Clark Kent/Superman

Conner Kent/Superman

Dick Grayson/Nightwing

Hal Jordan/Green Lantern

Jason Todd/Red Hood

Marvel:

Miguel O'Hara/Spiderman 2099

Winx/Fate: WInx Saga:

Prince Sky

Brandon

Riven

ATLA/LOK:

Firelord Sozin

Bolin

Mako

Beifong Twins

These characters can be applied to any different versions of themselves (comic, movie, show, animated, live-action). While I tend to favor animated and comic versions myself, if you want to imagine Dick Grayson as Brenton Thwaites from Titans or Sky from the animated Winx show or the Netflix adaptation, you are to do that!

I also write for more original stories based in other universes like for the video games Wizard101, Guild Wars 2, etc.

My masterlists will also always have the most updated version of who I'm currently writing for, so you can always check that as well.

If you want to inquire about certain characters, you can submit them to my inbox!

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lavender-trees · 8 months

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imagine titans on hbo but instead of brenton thwaites as dick it’s nick lang

#titans #holy musical b@man #dick grayson

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thelextheluthor · 1 year

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I have a sort of love/hate relationship with Titans (the series on HBO Max) because:

On one hand I could literally not imagine anyone better to play any of these characters like Brenton Thwaites is peak Dick energy and Curran Walters makes baby asshole Jason look easy and Iain Glen is perfect Bruce material and Joshua Orpin gives off Superman vibes and also manages to make Conner feel young and inexperienced etc. There's also a good dynamic between most of the characters and they help each other out and they showing that they're people. They're people with problems and secrets and struggles, sure, but they're people. And they care. About each other. About the world. And the series shows that.

But. It also frustrates me to no end. Incoming huge rant, btw.

(warning- lots of spoilers for the show, mostly season 3 cuz that's where I have most of my beef with, and also i haven't watched s4)

Usually because of little -mostly Batman related- things that aren't really noticable to people not really into DC but are there nonetheless like: Dick is not his fucking legal name. It's Richard. No it's not going to say Dick on legal documents. I'm talking mostly about the episode where he got fucking arrested and they pulled up his file (and showed his passport to I think). Also his middle name is fucking John, people, not that hard to look up. (I'm pretty sure they do the same thing with Jason and make his middle name something completely random, but I'm sure in most if not all canons it's Peter). Just. Richard John Grayson. It's not that hard 🙄🤚 Nobody who is either not close to him or has no sense of boundaries will call him Dick. His (adoptive) father is Bruce MF Wayne. Richard, Mr. Grayson, Mr. Grayson-Wayne, whatever that canon is making his last name, that is what they will call him out of RESPECT, if not to him, to the one name everyone in Gotham knows.

Bruce's age is another thing. I have absolutely nothing against Iain Glen, pretty amazing Bruce, but your telling me Bruce is how old? Iain is 61. Like. I'm pretty sure he adopts Dick in his 20's. It's not him being an experienced adult. He's still young. So he WILL screw up. As a person and as a parent. Same thing for the young Dick flashbacks, like, an eight year old from a circus definitely would not know how to drive a car. I do love how he started off on the path of vengeance, because as a "darker" show, Titans is meant to highlight those parts of him hidden by traffic light colors and puns, but one of his things is that he's pretty much the age Bruce was when his parents died. The kid in the show was no younger than 13 in his earliest flashbacks (again, same with Jason and Tim. These kids showed up looking like high school graduates, which, sure, is young to be starting a life of crime-fighting, but you gotta remember that Jason died at 15 in the comics, and Tim never even graduated).

Another thing is, I really do want the show to introduce Damian, but I doubt that this version of Bruce would be able to raise a kid ever again, probably doesn't trust himself enough to, plus he's like in his 50's so either he had Dami really late or he -like the rest of the bat-fam so far- is really aged up when he starts his whole Robin thing, which also kinda worries me because Tim barely got introduced in the 3rd season and I think he will be Robin in the 4th, so I heavily doubt we'll get murder baby 10 year old-ish Damian. And while being young isn't all Damian is, it's a little crucial to his story because you see an adult who was trained to be a killer and you see them as dangerous, sure, but an adult. Actually seeing, witnessing a child being a murder weapon, knowing that that is all their childhood was, that is pretty twisted.

Also I feel like Dick's whole "prison arc" schtick just wasn't him because dude's whole thing was "adopting strays" and he just up and left a whole ass kid in charge of a tower and a comatose patient & got himself thrown into prison on purpose. Nuh uh. If there's one thing that separated Dick and Bruce personality-wise, I think it's that Dick is the one who helps and loves people from the bottom of his heart. Bruce does love people, but he doesn't know communication or where to draw the line between work and personal life. Dick also has that same problem and we see it, he knows it and resents it because he knows that's a *Bruce* trait, but he on the other hand has a support system, people who care and help. Because that's what the Titans is. And Dick wouldn't up and abandon that for anything.

Again with Bruce, I know fighting crime isn't the best way to raise a child, and that giving a traumatized child deadly weapons to fight their inner demons will leave scars, but I wholeheartedly believe that Bruce was trying to be a good parent. In the show, he's really no more than a mentor. The most emotion I've seen is AFTER Dick becomes Nightwing(in one of Dick's flashbacks, he communicated through fucking letters. Dick was practically alone). Same goes for Jason. This was supposed to be another kid Bruce saw himself in, someone lost and alone. And when we saw his computer files on possible future Robins?

Keeping the roll with Bruce, he does things I feel like neither Bruce or Batman would do. Hell, when Jason died, first thing he did was kill the Joker. That is Jason's whole schtick after getting revived‼️His whole problem with Bruce is that he let the Joker live, even after everything, even after his own son died! Nothing changed to Jason! His death didn't mean anything!

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