#nightwing fanfic

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-> 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

-> 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗎!

-> 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾 (𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗒𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 ) 𝖾𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖡𝗋𝗎𝖼𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗒𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾.

-> 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇🫶🏿

Gotham royalty, Dick Grayson, caught with actress Y/N Y/LN behind the scenes of upcoming movie (3/5/2023 1:52 PM)

For months now, fans have been questioning the mysterious relationship between Dick Grayson and Hollywood’s favorite star, Y/N Y/LN. While this may come as a surprise to some, for most of us, it was kind of expected.

Just this morning, the two were seen outside of the actress's trailer on the set of her upcoming movie. The young actress, most notable for her acclaimed EGOT status, is using the feature film to officially bring and end to her acting hiatus.

For a little over three years now, Y/N has practically shut herself out from the public eye, wanting to take care of personal matters in her life. Insiders report that regardless of her "mysterious health condition", she's back and better than ever!

And of course, despite most of the filming taking place in the heart of New York, the gothamite had no trouble traveling to to visit her on set. Paparazzi spotted the apparent couple looking closer than usual just as Dick was seen leaving her trailer.

Throughout the years, both celebrities have been stuck in the classic "will they, won't they" situationship. We can easily take a quick look at the history of the two when they were introduced to each other through their mutual friend, Kori Anders.

Kori, who also happens to be co-starring in the same film as Y/LN, has noted in the past how much she would love for both friends to get together, saying that:

"I know most people usually don't want their besties to date each other, but I actually wouldn't mind. Dick is a good guy, and he's the kind of guy that Y/N could really use right now..."

On the other hand, Y/N has made it clear in the past that she's not looking for a relationship, wanting to focus on her son, Jonathan, instead. After getting pregnant by her ex (who ended up cheating on her, ouch!), the actress tried to keep her life as private as possible.

Dick, on the other hand, absolutely adores Y/N and her son! Over the course of their decade long friendship, the billionaire has proven to be a prominent figure in the child's life. Even this past March, the eldest Wayne flew both the mother and her little five year old out of the country to vacation with him in Italy.

Even though the celebs constantly try to deny any dating rumors, the proof is in the pudding now! No matter how much they try to defend their so called "friendship", we can't help but love the way they love.

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@bigdickgrayson: Welp I guess the secret's out. These past few years have been some of the best years of my life all thanks to the little family I get to call my own. After getting married, I get to call myself a dad to not only my son Johnny, but to my beautiful baby girl Mari as well. Of course, while Johnathan may not be mine by blood, I still love him and his sister as my own. After practically raising him alongside my beautiful wife, there's nothing else I would see him as. These people here are the light of my life and I am forever greatful for it. Love you Y/NN❤️

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user1: THERE'S TWO???

⤷ user2: no actually since when was there a second one🧍‍♀️

user3: ahh the babies are too cute!!

user4: he's not a step father he's the father that stepped UP

@y/nofficial: 🩵

⤷ @bigdickgayson: 💙

⤷ user5: CRWING SCREAMING SOBBING

⤷ user6: when is it my turn bro PLEASE

user7: congra😭tula😭tions😭😭

user8: my royal family fr🫶

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@y/nofficial: my lil yeah <3

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user1: fym "lil yeah" girl yall are MARRIED

user2: WAR IS OVERRR

user3: im so happy for you mamas <3

user4: i like how dick wrote a whole essay while miss girl is out here giving us scraps😭

⤷ user5: bro she will NAWT hesitate to deactivate her entire account go get a straw and suck it up abeg

user6: still can't wrap my head around the fact that she hid a whole ass baby right under our noses💀

@bigdickgrayson: 💙

⤷ @y/nofficial: 🩵

⤷ user7: somebody catchme.... imma pass out..

user8: the true people's princess🥹

notice how i used e news for dick and tmz for jason because it matches their color scheme👀 also ty abby for giving me the idea to give them two kids instead of one ily foreva and eva

#yes i used nash and taylor’s family pics for dick’s insta post their family too adorable😭 #i lowkey wanna make a prequel to this tho #like a little backstory on how y/n and dick met and the whole deal w/ her ex #ﾉ彡☆ [read all about it] — my writing #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x fem!reader #dick grayson fanfiction #dick grayson fanfic #dick grayson smau #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #nightwing x fem!reader #nightwing fanfiction #nightwing fanfic #dc #dc fanfiction #dc fanfic #social media au #smau #actress!reader #famous!reader #black!reader #black!y/n #black!fem!reader #fanfiction #fanfic

[redbird-tf]

Mended Hearts

Nightwing x batsis reader

Summary: Nightwing awakens in the Batcave after a mind-controlling encounter with the Mad Hatter, only to discover he hurt the person he cares for most. How could he ever forgive himself.

Word count: 930

Warning: mention of injuries

Nightwing's head was foggy as he slowly gained consciousness, it felt like he had been out for weeks. His heavy eyes finally opened and recognized the familiar rock ceiling above him as the bat cave. He tried to sit up but found it impossible. He turned his head and found himself restrained to a medical table. His body ached at every inch, and his memory was fogged beyond belief, What happened to him?

“Bruce? Alfred?” He tried to call out, but his throat was raw and dry. He lay there for hours trying to remember what had happened knowing there was probably good reason he was in such a state. He turned his head hearing the door open and saw Alfred stepping into the cave. “Master dick, you're awake” he stated with a little shock in his voice, he walked over and began examining him. “What happened?” Dick asked. “Let me call master bruce first”

Less than 2 minutes had passed before the bat appeared, and made his way to dicks side. “Nightwing do you remember your name?” Bruce asked “dick grayson, what going on?” He asked growing more anxious “What was the last thing you remember,” Bruce asked again, “i- i don't remember, why am i here Bruce!? What happened!?” He asked pulling against his restraints. “Alfred?” Bruce questioned “i believe whatever effects mad hatter had on master dick have worn off” Alfred stated. “Someone answer me!” Dick demanded. Bruce sighed removing his mask and began undoing his restraints. “A week ago, we were dispatched to deal with the mad hatter after he escaped from Arkham. We had infiltrated his hiding place. We were dealing with his goons when you spotted Hatter and against my orders went after him alone. By the time i caught up, you were gone” bruce explained

“and how did i end up back here,” dick asked rubbing his wrist “Over the week I and the others responded to sightings of you and followed your trail. You were being mind controlled by him, you attacked multiple of us when we confronted you until i and Tim was able to take you down” Bruce finished. “Hatter?” He questioned for the last time, “taken care of” Bruce stated.

Bruce took dick back up to the manor to rest properly where he ran into Tim and Damian. “I see you're not beating anyone down anymore,” Damian said in his bratty voice. “I'm so sorry, both of you, i never wanted to hurt you…” he explained in sorrow. “Where y/n?” He asked turning to Bruce “On a mission, now go rest” Bruce demanded. Dick tried to sleep but was pledged by guilt, he couldn’t sleep until he knew exactly what he had done. He silently made his way down the bat cave stairs before pausing. “Are you planning to tell master dick the truth about y/n?” Alfred asked Bruce who was busy at the computer “No, i want y/n to be able to make that decision, he’s already too hard on himself” Bruce's tone was serious. Dicks mind started to run.“have you told her about Master dicks current state?” Alfred questioned back “No, i don't know how she’ll react” he stated coldly.

“What happened to y/n?” They both turned around in shock, “you should be in bed” Bruce started “What have i done!?” Dick shouted fear and anger laced his words. “Get in the car” Bruce instructed. They had arrived at one of the many safe houses and Bruce led him to a room slowly opening the door. There you were, an arm in a cast, heavy bandages around your head and throat, heavily stitched lacerations and hooked up to a heart monitor. Dick backed himself into the wall guilt and denial filling his body. “She was the first one to make contact with you…” Bruce paused seeing the fear on his son's face “I'll give you a moment” Bruce said excusing himself.

dick watched your chest rise and fall while you slept unable to look away. He couldn’t believe it, he had beaten someone he loved, his sister, to a bloody pulp. How could he let himself do that? “Dick..?” He broke from his trance seeing you awaken. More fear filled his body unknowing how you'd react to seeing your attacker. Your eyes were wide but slowly softened as you realized the man across from you looked more terrified than you. Your body was weak but you mustered the strength to hold your hand out towards him.

He was shocked but slowly made his way towards you, softly taking your hand into his, holding it as if it was made of glass. His knees collapsed at your bedside and tears streamed down his face. “Y/n i am so sorry for what I've done, I promise you’ll never have to see me again” he cried “No!” you screeched with a hoarse voice “Y/n, i almost killed you, You're not safe around me,” he explained grinding his teeth at the thought. “Please, dick...i still need you” you began to cry “i don't care what happened that night, it wasn’t your dick!” you said weakly gripping his hand “But it was..” he whispered “No, dick you were the first person i ever felt safe with. The only person i felt i could trust completely. I need you. Ill always need dick Grayson” you cried out. He embraced you so softly, allowing you to hide your teary face in the crock of his neck. “I'll be here as long as you need me”

#dick grayson #batfam #batman #nightwing #nightwing x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x batsis #batfam x batsis #batfam x y/n #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x female!reader #nightwing fanfiction #nightwing fanfic

[nightwingsbodaciousbootay]

After Hours | DickGrayson x Female Reader

Warning: Smut 18+

Tags: Mirror Sex, Smut, Nsfw, dirty talk, fingering, oral fem receiving, unprotected sex

You and Dick were getting ready for another infamous Wayne gala. Well, you were getting ready… Dick had finished half an hour ago. Instead, he sat on the bed behind you and watched intently as you applied your lipstick, looking at yourself in the full-length mirror. Even though your eyes weren't focused on him you could feel his gaze locked intently on your lips. 

Your eyes flickered to look at him through the mirror, his eyes caught yours as he slowly ran his hand down his face. You felt your face burn, and a familiar feeling began to spread through your body, but especially between your legs. Almost as if he could sense your desire he stood from his spot on the bed. He was standing so close to you that you could feel the ghost of his touch. After a second of silence, he ran his hand down your back slowly where your bright blue dress split because you hadn’t zipped it up yet. He loved when you wore this color when you wore his color. 

You jumped from the contact of his cold hand against your warm skin, goosebumps erupting all over you. And you didn't even need to look to know he had his usual cocky smirk plastered to his face.

“Dick, can you zip up my dress?” You asked, still feeling his hand roaming your bare skin, “Please?”

He slowly pulled the zipper, his eyes lingering on your back, “You know, we still have some time, we could-”

“Hell no Dick, last time we were so late we missed Bruce’s speech”

He sighed but zipped up your dress anyway. However, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Dick never pressed you if you said no, but this time you wanted it just as bad as he did, maybe even more.

While you were in your thoughts, Dick leaned over you to grab something, pressing himself into your ass. You could feel just how hard you made him, just the thought of how much you affected him turned you on even more. When he pulled back he was holding his favorite of your necklaces, a dainty gold necklace, with a small diamond heart at the end, he had bought it for you on your third date. Even though it had been two years since then, the day felt like only yesterday.

You moved your hair to the side so that he could put the necklace on you. You watched him through the mirror as he tried to get the clasp over and over again, the intense focus on the vigilante’s face making you giggle. When he finally got it he took a step back and his eyes dragged over you, finally landing on yours through the mirror.

“Absolutely Perfect.”

You could feel his cold hands slip under your dress, his hands grabbed your thighs and his thumbs began to trace circles into your flesh. You could feel the burning desire for him growing inside of you.

“Dick-”

“I know baby” He attempted to pull back from your thighs but you put your hands on top of his.

“No, Dick I want to” 

He resumed the tracing, as he pressed further into your back and leaned his head on your shoulder.

 “Are you sure?”

“Yes, please” You gasped.

He flipped you around to face him, “Tell me what you want.”

“Dick, I want” The feeling of his hands moving up your thighs to settle on the band of your panties pulled a small gasp from your lips.

“Come on baby, tell me what you want.”

“Dick I want you, please I need you.”

The second those words left your lips he dropped to his knees, causing the room to shake. And he quickly pulled down your panties to your ankles. The whole time he stared, his eyes never leaving yours.`

With one hand he lifted up your dress and held it against your stomach. The other hand moved up to your dripping cunt, bearly touching you. 

“You’re so wet for me baby, such a slut for me.”

His words caused you to whine and rock your hips into him, “Dick please, stop teasing me”

He smirked before slowly putting one finger inside of you. He moved at a tantalizing pace. Before slowly beginning to rub slow circles on your clit with his thumb. You moaned at his movements, causing him to add another finger. He began to speed up before he brought his mouth to your needy pussy, he slowly licked your clit. His fingers still pumping inside of you. The more you moaned the more he speed up. He let go of your dress and held onto your thigh to brace himself, causing his head to disappear under it. Dick licked your pussy like he was dying of thirst, he was amazing. The most obscene noises filled the room. 

Once you felt your orgasm coming you leaned back against the mirror. 

“Dick I’m cumming don’t stop.”  And he didn't, he kept sucking your clit and pumping his fingers until waves of pleasure came over you. You screamed his name over and over as you came.

When you finished he stoop up. He stared into your eyes as he slowly brought his fingers to his lips, right before sucking your cum off of them. When he finished, he slammed his lips to yours. You kissed until you both needed to take a breath.

“You taste so amazing, baby.” Dick said before kissing you again. When he pulled back this time, his eyes were filled with overwhelming desire. “Turn around, face the mirror. I want you to watch as I fuck you.”

You did as he said turning around to face the mirror again, using it to watch as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge cock. The two of you had done this so many times before, yet each time you were filled with anticipation and need. 

Dick grabbed your hips and pulled your ass towards him so quickly that you had to rush to put your hands against the wall to stabilize yourself.

“Such a good slut for me, you want to watch yourself as I fuck you?”

You rolled your eyes, Dick was always so chatty. 

Dick slowly pushed his cock inside of you, you watched yourself as you started to moan.

“Oh Dick, please. I need it please.”

That same cocky smirk spread across his face, as he started slowly thrusting inside of you. “God your tight baby, I love this pussy.” 

He was going at a painfully slow pace, never passing up a chance to be a tease.

“Dick faster, go faster”

“Wow, Such a needy slut for me, arent you?” He finally began to pick up the pace until he was pounding into you. He reached his hand around and started rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb again.  You could feel your cunt stretching to fit his fat cock all the way inside. 

He moaned loudly in your ear before grabbing your hair and lightly tugging, “Fuck baby you feel so good wrapped around me. Do you like that? Do you like how I fuck you?”

“Yes! Oh god yes, Dick you’re so big. Don't stop.”

You didn't know who to watch in the mirror, Dick was downright beautiful as he fucked you, his face flushed and his hair tussled. But your own face was flushed and filled with your own pleasure as he thrusted inside of you. It was something you had never seen before.

 Dick wrapped his free arm tightly around your waist and lifted you until you were on your tippy toes. He fucked up into you at an alarming speed, the new angle allowing for him to reach even deeper inside of you. He filled you completely, and you loved it. You squeezed like a vice around him. His thrusts started becoming sloppier, and his moans started to get louder.

Your own moans became louder too, and just as you felt yourself peaking, Dick moaned out “Fuck I’m cumming.” 

The moment you felt his cum shooting inside of you, you came to. You both steamed each other's names, orgasming together. After you both rode out your highs, Dick slowly fucked the last of his cum into your pussy. 

He stayed inside of you completely still, for just a moment before pulling out, and swiftly pulling up your panties. Your pussy still filled with his cum. You watched, dazed as he zipped up his pants, and fixed your dress.

“Come on baby, you don't wanna be late” 

A/N This is my first time writing smut so I hope you enjoyed it! I am hoping to do more and I am open to tips and requests <3

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[that-sea-sponge]

The Dichotomy of Grayson

"Dick was the happy Robin!" Yeah. Sometimes. "Dick was the angry, feral Robin!" That too! "Dick only has sex in committed relationships!" Mostly? "Dick sleeps with strangers." He's been known to. "Dick is a cheater!" Well, yeah, I guess, but let's not open that box tonight. "Dick was fired from Robin!", "No, Dick quit.", "No, it was you can't fire me, I quit!" Depends on the day really. Look, the character has been around a loooong time. You can justify just about any take on the character you want to write and back it up with canon text.

There are just a few rock solid character traits. 1) Dick believes that he can make the difference. Not a difference - THE difference. 2) Dick will prove to you that's the case, so don't count him out. 3) He loves love. He's cononically all about love and hope. That man LOVES powerfully, passionately, and completely. It's the character's greatest strength and weakness. That's why so many people interpret him as somewhere on the LGBTQ+ spectrum. Why should color, creed, species, or gender make a difference to that kind of love?

#dick grayson #nightwing #batfamily #nightwing fanfic #dc robin #The man fucked a gorilla for goodness' sake

[yourbridgebetweenworlds]

Dick Grayson Masterlist

Nothing yet...

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[pricetagofficial]

...Stays in Coast City -D.G. [18+]

Warnings: Language, NSFW smut, office sex (a lot of it), family shenanigans, Dick getting stepped on, Reader and Dick being too hot for their own good, Dick Grayson is a simp

Pairing: Dick Grayson x CEO!Reader

Part One

Masterlist

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Welcome to Part two! The full title of this fic is What Happens in Coast City, Stays in Coast City and I liked splitting it up the way I did. Big thanks to Fish for of course, not only proofing this but enabling me to write it at all. Blame them for this level of horniness.

Stepping off the plane, your heels clacked against the concrete of the airway. You were graced with the perfect opportunity to come to Gotham, it just so happened that Bruce wanted to do business with you and you were having trouble finding time to come out and see Dick anyway. 

Your arrival was a complete surprise to him, and you wanted to keep it that way. 

The driver waiting at the limo waved you over, opening the door as you came closer. 

“How was your flight Miss?” he asked, helping you in with your bags. 

“It was good, but I couldn't wait to get my feet on the ground though.” you smiled. 

The driver nodded, before shutting the door. Climbing into the driver side, he started the car. “Where to?”

“Mr. Wayne is already waiting for me, I’m sure. I would like to go to Wayne Enterprises and greet him first.” 

The driver nodded and drove off towards the tallest building in Gotham City. Popping open your mirror, you checked your lipstick making sure it was still how you wanted, and grinned. The ride to Wayne Tower wasn’t long, with the driver letting you out immediately after you arrived. 

“I’ll be here when you are finished with your meeting, Miss.” 

Nodding to the driver, you walked in the front doors. You were let up to Bruce’s office, and passed his secretary. 

“Mr. Wayne is out and won’t be back for a while,” she said. “But I believe his son is in if you’d like to speak to him.” 

Giving the secretary a smile, you nodded. “Thank you, please tell Mr. Wayne I stopped by.” 

Nodding you in, you opened the doors only to be greeted with a wonderful surprise of your own. You thought that it would be Tim Drake waiting in the office, but it was none other than Dick Grayson. 

Not even hearing you come in, you shut the door behind you with the click of the door alerting him to your presence. 

Looking up, you were met with his crystal blue eyes that already had you melting at how soft they turned the second he saw you. 

“Y/N?” he asked, standing straight. 

“We have got to stop meeting like this,” you giggled, walking towards him. 

Meeting you halfway, Dick grinned and wrapped his arms around you before kissing you deeply. “I didn’t even know you were coming,” 

Looking up at him, you smiled. “I wanted to surprise you,”

“Well color me surprised.” Leaning down, Dick pressed his lips to yours again. Unlike the last, this kiss was needy. Needy like Dick needed to feel your lips on his or he might disappear. His hands gripped your waist tightly, afraid to let you go. 

Gripping the front of his shirt, you pulled Dick lower nibbling on his bottom lip. 

A low moan grumbled in his throat as he pulled your hips to meet his. “Did you miss me baby?” 

Leaning into his touch, you tilted your head up as he placed kisses down your throat, towards your collar. 

“I managed,” you hummed. 

Dick chuckled, his hot breath fanning over your soft skin. “Oh, I think you missed me more than that, sweetheart.” 

His name left your lips in a soft whisper, your eyes closing at the feeling. “Maybe I did,” 

A low growl rumbled in his throat as Dick pulled you closer, his hands tightening on your waist. Leading you closer to the desk, Dick wasted no time in pinning you against it as he continued to leave a trail of kisses across your throat. 

“I missed you too,” Moving his hands, Dick slowly slid them up your thighs pushing your skirt up as he went. Hooking your thighs around his waist, you watched as Dick dropped to his knees and kissed up your thigh before mouthing over your clothed pussy. 

“F-Fuck–” you muttered, your breath catching in your throat at the feeling. 

Not missing the mischievous quark of his brows, your hand flew to his hair as he teasingly slid your panties down your legs. 

“Dickie–” you whined, running a hand through his hair only to tighten your grip and pull him up to look at you. “Don’t be a tease,”

“Yes, ma’am.” he grinned, tossing the fabric behind him leaning forward and propping your legs over his shoulders. You could feel the excitement pooling, waiting before Dick finally ran his tongue through your folds. 

Tipping your head back, you let out a low moan at the feeling. You couldn’t see his face, your skirt hiding it from view, but you heard the wet sounds of his tongue lapping at your pussy with such ferocity it had you seeing stars. 

Digging the heel of your black Jimmy Choos into his back, Dick let out a guttural moan feeling you pull and tug at his hair. Tilting your hips up, Dick continued giving himself a better angle at your cunt making you squeal his name. 

“Fuck! Baby–Baby, please!” Your hips moved against his mouth, bringing you closer to your orgasm, his lips leaving delicious tingles across your core. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he hummed, not letting up one bit before he had you wriggling on his tongue coating it in your release. 

Panting heavily as you came down from your high, you shook as Dick cleaned you thoroughly moaning softly before watching him peek his adorable face up from beneath your skirt. His mouth and chin were covered in your cum, a drunk expression on his face. 

Dick ran a hand up your calf, placing kisses over the smooth skin. Before he could go further, you pulled your heel back and placed it firmly on his chest and pushed Dick onto his back. Eye going wide, you watched as he gasped hitting the carpet below, with you towering over him. 

What Dick wouldn’t give to have you walk all over him, let alone step on him. 

He couldn’t stop himself from staring as you lowered yourself onto his lap, placing your bare pussy over his hard cock, straining in his pants. The feeling had him tipping his head back, moaning as his hands went to your waist. 

“Please, baby. I need you on my cock–” he whined. “Need your pretty pussy–” 

A grin formed on your face as you slowly unbuttoned your shirt, Dick’s eyes not leaving your form for a second as you stripped above him. With your bra discarded, and your skirt with it, all Dick could do was stare. 

He had to have you, and he had to have you now. Flipping you onto your back, Dick ground his hips into yours as he made quick work of getting his suit off. Feeling your nails rake his skin through his shirt sent shivers down his spine, making him even more impatient especially now that he had you naked underneath him. 

Helping him with his clothes, you brought his lips down to meet yours, swallowing his moans as his cock was finally free from the tight fabric of his slacks. Kicking them off, you wrapped your legs around his waist, your heels dangling in the air as Dick thrusted his cock into you. 

Letting out a loud moan at the feeling, your eyes rolled back letting yourself adjust. Dick held you close as he placed kisses anywhere he could reach, groaning at the feeling of your wet heat. 

“God you feel so–fuck–feel so fucking good baby,” he moaned, “Wanna keep you on my cock forever–” 

Feeling him move his hips, you kept Dick close as the two of you fucked on the floor of Bruce Wayne’s office. 

It wasn’t long before you heard footsteps coming your way. Immediately, you and Dick peeked your heads up from behind Bruce’s desk and went silent. Only taking a few seconds to pass, the two of you waited it out, before letting out the breath you were holding. 

Letting out a light chuckle, you looked at Dick and took his chin in your hand. “Where were we, handsome?” You asked. 

Dick hummed, before laying you back on the ground. “I believe, I was giving you the best fuck of your life.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

While you were staying in Gotham, Dick decided to let you meet his family for once. Bruce was still out on League business, so it was just him and his mass amount of siblings. No matter how hard he tried, Dick could not have prepared you for how many there were. 

Bruce had a problem of adopting kids, like it was a pathological need to take in every orphaned kid he saw. One by one, you were introduced to them all. Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke, Cass, and even friends that were like family like Stephanie, and Barbara. 

Which led to where you were now. 

“So, you’re telling me that you weren’t hired by Dick to pretend to be his girlfriend?” Tim asked. 

There was an audible smack as Dick facepalmed so hard, it made you giggle. Pulling his hand down, you placed a kiss to the growing red mark on his forehead. 

“No, he did not pay me. Didn’t he tell you we met at my charity even in Coast City?” 

“In all honesty, we thought Coast City was code for Canada.” 

“No, that was just you Jason.” Stephanie corrected. “I knew something happened, Dick looked too happy for it to be a fake girlfriend he hired only to meet his family.” 

At her words, you turned to Dick who was obviously blushing now. “I make you happy?” 

“Sickeningly so,” 

“Shut up, Jason.” 

Tapping the front of the stool he was sitting on, Jason narrowed his eyes. “You’re telling me it’s not the least bit suspicious Dick picked up a girlfriend after spending a week in Coast City?” 

Duke crossed his arms and gave him a look. “Is it so hard for you to be happy for him?”

“The guy literally ignored me for months and–” 

“That was years ago, Todd. Let it go.” 

“You’re one to talk about holding grudges,” Stephanie muttered under her breath. 

Before either of you knew it, all of them were arguing and fighting over things that may or may not have actually happened. It wasn’t long before Dick and Cassandra got roped into it, trying to separate them before getting dragged into the middle to be buried under the quarreling bodies.

 Barbara was beside you, watching it unfold with the most unimpressed look on her face. 

“Is it always like this?” you asked, with a chuckle. 

Barbara smiled, “It feels like it, but deep down they all love each other. They’re all just too stubborn to admit it.” 

“When Bruce said it got crazy, I didn’t think it’d be this crazy.” It kind of warmed your heart to see Dick interact with his family like this, goofing off, rough housing and even tame name-calling because “They may be little shits, but they are my little shits and no one else is allowed to call them that.” 

Those were the exact words Dick used to describe his siblings, and you could easily see how much he loved all of them. 

Looking at Barbara again, you chuckled. “How long does something like this usually last?” 

“With this family? Let’s just say I’ll be surprised if it doesn’t turn into a game of Assassin, or some sort of Nerf War.” 

“Wanna go get lunch while we wait?” 

Barbara nodded, before wheeling out the room. “You coming Alfred?” she called. 

Sparing the wrestling bodies on the floor, Alfred smiled. “Don’t mind if I do, Miss Barbara.” 

You were in Gotham for just over a week before having to head back, you like Bruce were a CEO of your own family company and could only spend so much time away. Unlike Bruce however, you didn’t have any family you could rely on to get the job done. 

Everything in your company was done how you liked it, and it worked because you put in the effort to make it work. Every night you would call Dick, catch him up on your day and he would do the same. 

His job as a personal trainer, outside of the family business seemed to be booming which you were happy for. It gave Dick a sense of independence, away from family money. Something you understood, having come from money yourself. 

When your father approached you to take over, initially you refused. You wanted to work your way from the bottom, get to know the people and the company before you ever thought of taking it over. The company was everything to your father, and you would fight like hell to keep it running. 

Being on your own, it was nice to have someone like Dick to confide in. He understood your struggles, and listened to everything you had to say. The only downside is that you didn’t get to see him much. It was almost two months before you saw him in person again, you coming back from lunch to see him sitting on your desk with his legs crossed, flipping through a magazine.

Hearing the click of your door, Dick’s head snapped up and a smile grew on his face. Dick was wearing a nice white button up, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The fabric of his shirt was straining against the muscle of his chest, the muscle you knew so well. His black slack fit his legs perfectly, making his ass look even rounder.

Dick looking this good should be illegal. 

“What are you doing here?” 

Setting the magazine to the side, Dick slid off your desk and walked over taking your waist. “I came to see my favorite girl. Is it a crime to try and surprise you?” he chuckled. 

You didn’t realize how much you missed him up until then, hearing his melodious laugh making your heart swoon at the sound. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pecked his lips with a content hum. 

“Well, reason or not, I’m glad you’re here. I missed you.” 

Cupping your face, Dick looked at you fondly as he stroked your cheek. “I missed you too beautiful. How long until you get off?” 

“I still have a couple hours, the life of a CEO never stops you know.” you chuckled, pulling out of his hold to walk around to your desk. 

“Oh, I know.” Following you around, Dick held your waist and placed soft kisses to the base of your throat, brushing back your collar just enough. 

“And neither do you, it seems.”

“What can I say? You look really fucking hot in a pencil skirt with those damn heels.” You could feel the grin as he made his way to the shell of your ear. 

“I’m not the one about to bust out of my shirt,” 

Dick’s laughter rumbled in his chest, sending shivers down your spine. “That can be arranged.” 

You could feel his hands travel up from your waist, to the buttons of your shirt. Slowly, one by one Dick undid them as he pressed light kisses to the back of your neck, pinning you against your desk. 

Leaning into his touch, you tipped your head back as Dick ground his hips into yours, arching into his hands. Once your shirt was removed, and your bra discarded to the side, Dick had his hands on your breasts massaging and kneading them as he kept you close. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” he hummed, nibbling on your ear. 

A gasp left your lips as a hand trailed up your chest and collar, before wrapping itself around your throat. “But we both know you’ll look so much better, bent over your desk.” 

Before you could process his words, Dick had your chest pressed against the cold wood of your desk and your skirt was hiked up your hips exposing your ass to him. Running a hand over the skin, DIck grinned at the little noise you made as he snapped the string of your thong. 

“Dick–Dick, please!” 

“Please what, sweetheart?” he asked, leaning over to look at you. 

“Fuck me, eat me, something please!” 

Instead of a response, you were met with a harsh smack of your ass making you gasp at the contact. 

“And what makes you think you deserve that, hm?” 

“I–I– Fuck!” Your words were cut off with another smack, the skin off your ass stinging from his touch as he smoothed over the skin. 

“You remember our little rendezvous in Bruce’s office?” he asked, his tone harsh yet soft. 

Oh no. Oh fuck no. 

Your sudden silence gave Dick all the confirmation he needed, you knew exactly what he was talking about. The two of you had wild sex in Bruce’s office, and he found out about it. You no longer could show your face at galas, to Bruce, let alone in Gotham again. Your business partner knew you fucked his son, in his office.

“That’s right baby, now it’s my turn for revenge,” he grinned, slowly pulling your thong down your legs. 

What did Dick mean by revenge? Before you could ask, the phone on your desk began to ring. 

“Oh perfect, timing.” Dick’s fingers teased your folds, listening to the soft whines leaving your lips. “Go on baby girl, answer the phone.” 

You didn’t move, mainly because you were too focused on the feeling of Dick’s fingers stroking your walls, making your pussy clench around them. 

“You answer the phone, and I’ll let you cum as many times as you want.” Dick began to scissor his fingers, making your toes curl as they barley touched the ground from Dick holding you down to the desk. 

Taking his promise, you slowly reached over and answered the phone. “Hello?” 

“Ah, Miss L/N. I do hope I caught you at a good time?” 

Nodding, you gripped the edge of the desk to bite back the moans. “Right now is good, Mr. Seymour, is everythi–thing alright?” 

You didn’t pay attention to a thing he was saying, you were too focused on the fact that Dick decided to kneel behind you, and use his tongue. If there was one thing you were sure of, it was the fact that Dick Grayson was like a god with his tongue. 

Trying to keep your breaths even, you listened and responded when it was appropriate. All you wanted was for this damn phone call to be over, but it got harder and harder with each pinch, thrust and stroke Dick did with his tongue and fingers. 

“Are we still on for our Thursday lunch?” 

You were about to respond when Dick leaned over and whispered in your ear. “Tell him you won’t make it, you’ll be too busy warming my cock to even think about going.” 

Dick’s words alone, almost had you moaning for him. 

“I-I’ll have to dou–double check my schedule. Let me get back to you on that one.” 

Dick could see you were losing your composure, with a grin on his face Dick quietly slid out of his pants before he thrust his cock into you. He wished he had a mirror so he could see the look on your face as your tight pussy took every inch of his cock, all while remaining silent. 

You were surprised you didn’t break the desk with how hard you were gripping it. 

“I am so sorry Mr. Seymour, and emergency came up and I have to go.” 

Before the poor old man could even respond, you hung up the phone finally able to let lose at the feeling of Dick’s cock filling you so perfectly. 

“Dick–Dick please!” you cried, not caring who could hear you. 

Gripping your hips tighter, Dick picked up the pace moaning your name. “Such a good girl,” he hummed. “You want to cum?” 

Unable to speak, all you could do was nod as obscenities flowed from your mouth in jumbled letters. The feeling of Dick’s hands holding you in place as he fucked you thouroughly was too good, you needed him to keep going. 

“Since you did so well,” pressing a kiss to your shoulder, Dick grinned. “Go ahead baby.” 

At his words, you let out a loud moan of his name coating his cock in your cum. Thrusting through it, Dick watched as it flowed out of you covering his cock from tip to base. It was a few thrusts after that he came with a shout of your name, filling you with his hot seed. 

Dick held you close as he slowly thrust his hips, keeping the rhythm at a leisurely pace waiting for you to come down. It wasn’t until your breathing slowed that he pulled out, and helped you up. It didn’t take a genius to see that he wore you out, letting out a chuckle Dick kissed your cheek. 

“We–” you panted. “We have got to stop having office sex.” 

“I don’t think you get it babe, you look really fucking hot in your office with that tight little skirt and those heels.” 

Leaning back into him as he sat on your chair, you let out a chuckle. “Keep it in your pants Grayson, or I’ll give you a reason to be excited.” 

Kissing your cheek, he laughed along with you. “Is that a promise?” 

Rolling your eyes, you curled into his chest, “Shut up and hold me before I tell your family you ask for pictures of my tits on a nightly basis.”

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[robinsdearest]

Coffee for One

Dick Grayson x Reader

You had just single handedly pulled each of the tables and chairs inside the building when he arrived the first time. 

He was nicely dressed in a button down shirt and ironed pants, expensive shoes. He brushed past you as you were grabbing your small street chalkboard with an intense urgency, as if your store was closing in just a few seconds. 

Which it was.

You followed the man inside, brushed your hands off on your apron, and feigned a nice smile to appease him. He skipped the pleasantries and asked for a large triple mocha hot chocolate. You were positive that item was not at all healthy this late at night, but you shrugged, asked for his payment, and turned to make his monstrosity of a drink. You didn’t even question his tastes, you simply wanted him out of your shop so you could go home. You added the rest of the can of whipped cream to the top and dumped an ungodly amount of chocolate sauce before adding the lid. When you turn to hand the man his triple mocha hot chocolate, he’s staring directly at you. Not at the menu board above your tired head, not the counter of bean grinders, a chrome espresso machine, and a drip coffee tower- you. Exhausted, worn down, burnt out, coffee shop owner. 

Your breath caught in your lungs as his fingers grazed yours in exchange of the warm cup, a small spark of electricity you felt could potentially brighten your day. 

But he doesn’t even say thank you before rushing out, the bell above the door giving the only gratitude you’ll receive. He didn’t even tip. 

You hoped you’d never see him again. 

But you did. 

You had just turned the open sign off and were about to lock the door when he arrived the second time a few days later. 

You saw him coming and briefly debated how nice you were going to play. He was running towards you waving his hands, frantic. Earlier that day had been nicer, you had gotten more tips than usual, so you decided to repay karma for her good fortune. You held the door open for him as he fell through the doorframe, hurried and disheveled. You didn’t get a good look at his face last time he was here, but the way he looked at you felt the same, something unlike any other customer you had ever met. You thought maybe he needed something more than a hot chocolate. 

Which he did. 

He still skipped the pleasantries, but he ordered a shaken espresso, a latte with too many different flavors, and the same atrocious hot chocolate. As you’re punching the items into your register, he briefly explained he needed the hot chocolate to be made the exact same way you did last time. Emphatically. You shrugged, asked for his payment, and turned to make the drinks. While you waited for the espresso machine to whir back to life, you finally got a good look at this man. 

He was tall, his raven colored hair freshly cut and framed his face beautifully, just long enough to curl on the ends. A devilish jaw and cheekbone structure to match. You could tell muscles corded beneath his dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms looked well-fit, tight. Bright sapphire eyes reminding you of robin eggs that tracked your every movement. He was familiar in a way that all customers were familiar, many pretty faces, many people in and out. Maybe you had seen him elsewhere in Gotham as well. You gave him a customer serviced smile, one he finally reciprocated. It was strikingly white and dazzling and hatched a few butterflies in your stomach. Heat pinched at your cheeks, and you realized suddenly the milk was completely frothed and the steam was overwhelming. 

As you handed the man his drinks for the night, he verbally thanked you and left a crisp hundred dollar bill in the tip jar. 

You hoped you’d see him again. 

And you did. 

The man showed up every couple of days, orders drifting between only one drink and four or five different drinks at any given time, but the triple mocha hot chocolate was forever constant. It became almost normal, you thought. You’d even stay open a few minutes longer each night just in case. Just in case the unconventionally attractive man made his way to your door to show his lovely smile and alluring charm. Mystery man never said more than a few words, and you never pushed, but a small affection forged, a nice level of respect. He had learned to say hello and goodbye, but never much more. Friendship seemed too intimate a word for the interactions.

As you owned your tiny coffee shop in a high traffic area for tourists, you got a lot of customers, travelers and locals, kind and rude alike. Also as a small business owner, it was hard to keep a staff beyond just you. So naturally, you resorted to only keeping yourself employed- it made profits easier and the HR team was a delight to work with. On the other hand, when mornings got busy and the line for your coffee trailed out the door, it made you frustrated. Worried this was a war you couldn’t handle. Mystery man appearing every few nights, however, would remind you that the struggle was worth it. He gave you something to look forward to beyond the monotonous day-to-day barista career. The days he came to see you were some of your favorite nights. You hoped he would take that extra step or make the move that you were too afraid to commit to, too afraid to lose one good constant in your life. 

You were sitting behind your counter for thirty minutes after your posted closing when he arrived another day. 

Just his presence was electrifying, and you had to calm your racing heart before even looking directly at him, afraid you would melt into a puddle on the spot. Crisp dress shirt and pants, as if he had just put them on to come here, a sole mission to maybe impress you. Tonight he didn’t look rushed or distraught, yet he still he darted through your door with a nervous quickness that piqued your interest and cocked your head. 

“Hey there,” he cooed. His voice was sultry, velvety and smooth like hot mocha. 

“Hi,” you answered, easily and automatically matching his smile, as if you were sure his grin was the singular reason the sun awoke each morning. 

You stared at each other like that for a few seconds, heat climbing your cheeks to rest easily on the bridge of your nose and the tips of your ears. He always had this effect on you: sending your heart into overdrive and leaving your brain in the dust. Like you were back in school and your first crush was finally speaking to you. You were lucky making drinks were all muscle memory at this point. After the few weeks that he had been coming to your shop, you would have hoped he would speak to you more, asked you something beyond his coffee order. You spoke to people all day, every day- you wished someone would want to talk to you more than a series of caffeinated drinks. 

He cleared his throat, bringing your attention back to his face. You realized horrifyingly that your wandering mind had taken your gaze to his chest, strong and competent and muscled. Caught red-handed and starry eyed. You sputtered and coughed, the heat of embarrassment now torching your entire body. 

“I’m so sorry about that, must have trailed off. What can I get for you tonight?”

His grin turned nothing short of devious, and he chuckled quietly. He ran a hand through his hair before resting it on the back of his neck. If you knew any better, you’d say he looked almost sheepish. 

“Actually, I was wondering if I could ask for a barista style favor.” 

Your heart dropped, the little food you had in your stomach becoming heavy with disappointment. You had a little more of higher expectations for this conversation, but that was what you get for being optimistic. You surprised yourself with how quickly you mocked up a small smile that you hoped did not look as fake as it felt. You nodded for him to continue. 

“I want you to cater this work event we’re having next week, and it’s kind of an all day thing, so you’d have to close up shop here and come to the building.”

Your fake smile quickly crumbled as annoyance and irritation bubbled under your skin. Just another customer, nothing more. He was here for the coffee, but you reminded yourself you made damn good drinks. You shrugged indifferently, mentally building a formal wall around your head, heart, and voice.

“Sure thing. I’ll give you prices if you can just write down your name, company, and number of estimated people.”

You steeled your eyes to glare at him, yet he looked taken back, his lips curling down just briefly. He laughed, unsure and a bit forced. When you don’t return the laugh, his smile truly does turn into a frown. The moment turned awkward, neither one of you entirely happy where the conversation had gone. 

“Oh, come on. I’m all over the news.” You looked around your store as if to gesture to the lack of televisions in your line of sight. He shuffled back and forth on his feet and ran his hand through his hair again. Genuine surprise lit his features.  

“Wait, you really don’t know who I am?”

“No, I do. You’re the jerk that comes into the store minutes before and after closing.” The joking tone you intended was actually not the tone the was used. The man flinched, and you kicked yourself behind the counter. Play nice. “It’s been a very long day, could you just help me out?”

His hands shot up in a quick surrender in front of his chest. His eyes landed on anything but you. “No, no. I’m sorry. I don’t want- I mean, I just-“ He sighed loudly. “I did this backwards, I think. I’m going to start over.” 

You don’t give him a reaction, you simply watched as he rolled his shoulders and looked back at you. A type of determination in his eyes that you think you’ve only seen in superheroes, the vigilantes that ran the streets in this town. 

“My name is Dick Grayson, and I think your coffee is the absolute best in town.” An authentic smile graced his face again, and you’re back to your heart melting in your shoes. “I wanted to help your business a bit with an event. And then I was hoping you would go to dinner with me afterwards.” 

You’re shocked your jaw doesn’t make a sound when it hits the floor. He waited patiently for an answer that you easily knew but couldn’t find the ability to voice. You closed your mouth so that you could beam at this man- Dick Grayson- you corrected. A name for the mystery man. 

Your brain short circuited as quick connections were made.

“Wait, like the Richard Grayson? Like the Wayne Enterprises, a work event?” 

Mystery m- Dick, you corrected again- laughed, a deep resounding sound that eased any and all tension you had in your shoulders. It was on reflex that you echoed the action. His eyes soften with your laugh, and you thought he might like the sound. He leaned forward on the counter, placing both forearms down to inch closer to you. 

“See, you do know who I am. Is that a yes?”

You leaned forward as well to match his stance, your pinky dragging alongside his. 

“Of course it’s a yes. It’s also a yes for the work event.” Dick wrapped his pinky around yours in a promise. “So long as I get to meet the child who drinks the triple mocha hot chocolate.” You giggled again. The extremely handsome man you’ve just agreed to go on a date with looked like you just slapped him. 

“What do you mean ‘child?’ The hot chocolate is for me!” 

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #such a sweet dick grayson #i do not see this man drinking anything other than sugar #nightwing fanfic #dc fanfic #robinsdearest #coffeshop owner au thingy? idk i liked the thought #let me know how you feel about this one and there might be a part two?

[pevensiechase]

Alaksskssiso noooo I lost a fic on here. I thought I saved it but it’s not in my likes and I don’t remember OP

Basically it’s a fluff dick Grayson x reader (it’s my guilty pleasure). Nightwing visits reader at their shared apartment to give her a kiss before patrol. I remember a line being like “now go or I’m not letting you leave” and dick saying “promise?” Because he didn’t wanna leave.

In the tw/cw the author said it was clean with one suggestive line

I really really liked it because it’s hard sometimes to find one shots I enjoy that are clean.

Edit: OH another thing I remember is that there were graphics. And I believe there was a “keep reading” cut. I know, not super helpful.

I also remember a line about the sunset coming through the window for some reason😂

#alexa's takes #dick grayson #nightwing #dick grayson fanfic #nightwing fanfic #mine #random thoughts #dick grayson x reader

[miriclebunny]

Hello again. I have decided to write another oneshot. This time focusing on Dick and Jason's brotherly relationship.

Dick gets to beat the shit out of a glass case, don't question it. Feel free to give it a read

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49989301

#fanfic #batfam fanfic #batfamily #bat family #batbros #batfam #batman #batkids #nightwing #nightwing fanfic #dick grayson #red hood #red hood fanfic #jason todd

[icgaminglogs]

Nightwing's Log, Night 23

Tim's gotten us a lead. Someone's been siphoning a lot of power lately; it isn't much but it's all we've got to go on. The only downside is that the location is Arkham. I don't think any of us want to go back to that crumbling wreck, but it's the only lead we've got. Let's get this over with.

Place looks as inviting as ever. Even when it wasn't halfway destroyed it wasn't exactly easy on the eye, though that might've been due to its reputation. I would say the worst thing I could find in here are ghosts, but that's A: not true and B: not reassuring anyway.

A light in an abandoned asylum...great. Maybe the ghosts really wouldn't be so bad. Why do I have the distinct feeling Talia knows I'm coming?

Because she probably does. She's predicted everything else, she has to know we'd track her down somehow. Bruce wouldn't have let this go, and neither will we.

I hate this place. I really do. And knowing Talia was continuing Langstrom's research here does not make it any better. Bad enough the Court used it to augment their Talons, now Talia's taking it to make better assassins for the League? What a goddamn hypocrite. Then again, I guess she's the 'end justifies the means' type, isn't she?

And now I have to walk through the creepy mental hospital in the dark. Through an old max security wing. To the basement. What could possibly go wrong. Honestly I'm not sure if I'd rather the League or the ghosts at this point.

God this place gives me the creeps. Makes my skin crawl just being here. But if you want a super-secret lair where guaranteed no one's going to come stumbling in by accident you probably couldn't pick a better spot. I'm pretty sure even the gangs avoid Arkham at this point.

At least the high security wing is kind of obvious; the shift from rooms to obvious cells is kind of a giveaway. I'm not sure if I should be relieved or concerned that I mostly remembered the way. Would've been perfectly happy never coming back here again, honestly.

Found the back-up breaker. Now I'm in a brighter-lit horror movie. You'd think having the lights on would make this place less creepy, and yet here we are.

Oh good. The League blocked my way back to the main hall. Has to be the League because ghosts don't use swords like that. Sure, why not, let's wander around the abandoned almost-definitely-haunted mental hospital a while longer, what's the harm. I hate this.

Y'know, it comes to something when you're actually relieved to see the spooky assassins come out of nowhere.

Oh this place is definitely haunted. Music out of nowhere, doors opening on their own, definitely haunted. Someone had to have turned that radio on, and it damn sure wasn't me. And I think the League prefers silence. Okay, let's keep moving. I got to get up into that tower, ghosts or no ghosts.

Okay, so at least some of the creepy sound was the equipment in the tower. Something tells me I should've just turned it off or cut the cables...Talia's notes said something about sonic experiments on the volunteers. A method of control, that I just fucked up. Something's going on in the lab. If one of those volunteers is loose...

And on top of that, now we get to worry about an actual Lazarus Pit possibly somewhere under Gotham. Just what we needed.

Hope Jason's alright...

Great. There was something in the tank. And now it's loose.

That's a big bat.

What the hell, Talia, were you trying to make Dracula?

Oh shi-

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[thesevenumbrellas]

New fanfic!

Dick has been suffering from headaches ever since returning as Nightwing. Jason notices.

#Nightwing #Nightwing fanfic #Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

[delirious-detritus]

Chapter Two is up!

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[redbird-tf]

Graveyard pickup

nightwing x (platonic) reader

Summary: Dick's simple school pickup mission takes a twist when he finds himself searching for you in a graveyard.

Notes: really tried to capture his caring and brother characteristics from the comics (fluff)

Word count: 804

Warning: talk of death

“MaStEr DicK i NeEd A faVoR” dick mocked as he stood against his car in the empty park lot. Alfred had asked dick to pick you up from school as he was running late from picking up Damien and Bruce was on one of his many “missions”

You were the newest addition to the batfamily, you had only been around for two months. he had met you a few times in uniform and maybe twice at the manor. That being said he was a little reluctant to take the favor, but hell, he had been through this more than 3 times, and if Alfred asked anything dick would do it.

The task was simple enough; class gets out at 5:30, stand next to the pull to the left hand side of the school, you’ll come out five to ten minutes after. Simple. 5:30 rolled around and groups of students filled out, dicks eyes shot around trying to spot you but no site of you just yet. After 10 minutes most kids had left and you were still no where in sight and at 15 minutes he was the only one standing outside. “you told her id be here, right?” Dick questioned holding hjs phone to his ear “yes master dick” “and you said left hand side correct?” He smiled through his words “master dick is something wrong?” Alfred asked. “Noo, i think shes walking out right now, gotta go” he said quickly hanging up.

He sighed as he leaned against his car, dialing another number “Hey Babs, you wouldn’t have already put a tracker on your phone would you?” He asked nervously. “I have” she replied, “could you ping me her last location?” He asked in his nicest tone “Sure…may I ask why?” She asked with a little worry “i was supposed to pick her up from school but shes nowhere to be seen, i just want to check things out before making a big deal out of it.” Dick explained “you don't want to tell Batman you lost his kid” Babs stated. “Can't a man want two things?” He remarked making Babs laugh. “Ok, her last location was Gotham cemetery” The tone immediately changed. “I'll go check it out, thank you, Babs”

It didnt take dick long to arrive as the cemetery was only a few roads down. Stepping into the cemetery was completely silent, the only sound being the autumn leaves cracking under his feet. He walked down the graveyard looking for anything out of place. It wasn’t until he got to the back did he see you laying beside a grave, he sighed in relief.

He made his way to your sleeping figure and knelt examining the grave, he didn’t receive the first name but knew the last name was also yours. Dick thought he knew about your family tragedy, but not well enough. His gaze came back to you, he gently placed his hand on your shoulder, your eyes shot open, “hey” he greeted “Hey” you replied groggily. “I was supposed to pick you up from school, kind of difficult if you’re not there” he half-joked. “I'm sorry” you apologized sitting up. Silence fell between you two and dick felt he had to be the one to break it “So, who is this?” He asked trying to be as sensitive as possible. “My sibling” you stated blankly “i didn't know you had any siblings” dick replied “They passed before… before everything else happened” you explained standing up. “I'm sorry i left without telling you” you apologized as you both started walking to his car.

“Don't worry about it,” he said with a small smile. your gaze was set on the ground and dick hoped he wasn't overstepping “you know, you think after losing someone it gets easier the next time around, but i never dos. Each loss affects us differently” Silence fell again and dick was sure he messed up. “Do you think Bruce knows about my sibling?” You asked quietly “The greatest detective in the world? I'm sure he does but he's not much of a talker.” Dick chuckled. “Does he have to know about today?” You asked looking up at him “And know what? That i lost his kid? No way” That made you laugh which made him smile.

“Thank you dick,” you said with a smile “I'm an older brother of 3, i do this all the time” he chanted. “Really?” “Really,” he replied opening the car door for you. “What I'm trying to say y/n, is that if you ever need anything I'm here for you.” He said with a soft smile “Thank you dick, really” you say as tears edge your eyes “Every time, i know what it's like living with the bat. Now let's get you some food, I'm starving”

#nightwing x y/n #nightwing x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing fanfic #nightwing fanfiction #nightwing #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #nightwing platonic #nightwing x batsis #dick grayson x batsis

[lavidalunaa]

B&B: Issue 1 - Metamorphosis

Cross posed on AO3

AN:Hello!! This chapter is just an introduction to my OC and worldbuilding. This isn't a slow burn (edit: I lied this is def a slow burn) but it will take a couple chapters before our love interests start having a meaningful relationship. I want this to feel organic and not rush into romance too quickly (even though that's what I'm most excited for). Please enjoy the first real chapter of B&B! 

MONICA MOET

PRESENT-DAY 

BLUDHAVEN - MAY 28 - 4:38 PM

We had been having low turnouts for weeks. We weren’t entirely sure what was keeping kids away. It’s not as if all the troubled youth of Bludhaven suddenly disappeared. Maybe the kids were just enjoying the nice weather we’ve been having? We were also running low on volunteers. Today there were only two of us, supervised by a single nun. 

On weekdays St. Bernadine’s Church ran a youth program out of its basement. It was no secret that Bludhaven had a homelessness crisis, one that had a deep impact on children. St. Bernadine’s was determined to help. We had a variety of activities and resources for the kids — puzzles, art supplies, education tools, internet access and tablets. Most importantly we had food and shelter. While our program was open to all youth in the area, the vast majority that showed up were kids on the run or living on the streets needing a place to rest and eat. 

A part of me knew that this was probably a very complicated ploy to convert young impressionable kids to catholicism. I tried to believe that the good of this place outweighed any potential religious brainwashing. After all, ten years ago this place was my safe haven.

Now, I stop at nothing to make sure kids don’t have to suffer the way I did. After I got into Gotham U I spent every free second I wasn’t studying, in class or sleeping at St. Bernadine’s. I was proof that it was possible to make a better life for yourself off the streets. Now, I simply come when I can fit it into my schedule. At the very least I try to be here every Friday for animal therapy day.

The main area of the basement is a large rectangle. On the side of the room furthest from me, is a small elevated corridor that goes around to the kitchen, bathrooms, and the stairs to the back exit. The side closest to me has large double doors that closed the room off from the main stairs and entrance. There were desks with mismatched plastic chairs scattered around the room. A corner of the room had three beat-up couches arranged in a U shape. Fake plants decorated every table and empty space— Sister Agnes’ idea to brighten up the place. 

I currently sat alone at our registration desk fiddling with the stylus for my iPad. Behind my desk were several utility carts, some with books and others with arts and craft supplies. There was also a large bookshelf with board games, cards and puzzles. Under the table by my feet was a safe where we kept the tablets. Everything in my area had to be signed out in order to be used to limit theft. Most of the supplies we had were donated or thrifted; we couldn't afford to lose them. 

We only had three kids come through today. It was a Monday, which was usually one of our busier days. I scanned the room and felt a deep sense of sadness seeing how deserted it was today. All the tables sat empty. One of the couches was occupied by a sleeping teen in dirty clothes. The other two sat on the floor in the corner farthest from me playing Jenga. 

Opposite my desk was the only other volunteer, Roy Harper, keeping watch over the sandwiches that likely wouldn’t be claimed today. In addition to refreshments, Roy’s side of the room had extra chairs, blankets and pillows the kids could freely take and move about the basement. 

Roy was fidgeting a lot. I could hear the sound of his foot tapping from where I was sitting. Usually, he spent his time at St. B’s talking with the kids, playing games, or helping them with whatever little projects they were working on. It was clear he was itching for something to do. He never was able to sit still long or keep his mouth shut for that matter. 

Roy and I grew up together on the streets of Bludhaven. Turns out, I wasn’t the only angry orphan trying to survive on their own. We did everything together when we were kids. We shared everything — food, money, clothes, shelter. He was my first and only love. For a time Roy was my entire world and my only family. I wouldn’t have made it this far without him. He took care of me despite my flaws and loved me even though I was broken. 

As we got older though, I craved stability and he still wanted to be wild and free. I got my GED and then went to Gotham U. He worked odd jobs and moved around a lot. We made our choices and went our separate ways, I didn’t see him for years. Until last year when he showed up here to volunteer — the same place we met all those years ago.

“Harper,” I called towards the ginger.  

He raised his big bushy eyebrows at me. We were still trying to navigate what exactly we were now. Childhood friends? Ex-lovers? Two people that just volunteer together? All of the above?  I wanted nothing more than to have Roy back in my life, but even after all these months, things were awkward. 

There was a moment I considered getting back together with him. Maybe it was out of nostalgia? Seeing him again sparked something deep within me. A longing for love and companionship. Though it was a completely selfish desire. Whatever it was we had when we were kids, it was gone. That was probably in Roy’s best interest. 

He was so much different from the kid he was before. For starters, he claims to have been sober for over a year. His hair was much longer, he could likely tie it in a bun, much different from the buzz cut he used to sport. He grew a full beard and he was more broad and muscular too. He was calm. He laughed. This Roy was much more adult . I couldn’t get a grip on who exactly he was now so I chose to remain as casual as possible. 

“I have to go pick Carina up from daycare, I’m going to head out early” I informed him. He and Sister Jolene could handle the handful of kids that came in today and I was itching to get home before dark. 

“Later Mo,” he called as I packed away my iPad and slung my tote bag over my shoulder. 

I locked the tablet safe and gave the keys back to Sister Jolene. I headed for the back exit. I hated going through the main doors, pillars of white marble lined the large stained glass doors. It was such a blatant display of wealth. Heading through the back alleys was much more my style. 

If I ran, maybe I could catch the next train and pick Carina up early. I tied my dark curly hair into a bun. I don’t know why I bothered with my hair on days like today; the humidity was just going to ruin it in ten minutes. The sun was still too high for my liking. I traded my large round wire glasses for my sunglasses and prayed the melanin of my skin would be enough to protect me from this sweltering heat. Why did I leave the nice air-conditioned church basement again? 

Carina. Right. The goodest girl of them all was waiting for me. 

My commute to doggy daycare was a 3 block jog to the train station and a 20-minute train ride. I put on my headphones and started my journey as my Spotify shuffled. Adele bled into Kendrick Lamar, and Solange turned to Post Malone as my horrendously varied taste in music accompanied me on my route. 

I spent my train ride thinking about all the projects I had due next week. I had a website to complete building and a digital art commission to finish. But those could wait until tomorrow. I really fell into the “university will get you a good paying job” BS narrative. A whole software engineering degree later and I was essentially running two businesses to stay afloat. 

I was never suited for the nine-to-five life. It was too restrictive. I wanted to pick the projects I worked on. Taking on those that inspired me, and rejecting ones that didn’t mesh with me. Of course, most of the projects I ended up working on were mundane and didn’t challenge me in the slightest. I wanted to program tech that would change the world, yet here I was building websites and creating productivity tracking software. 

Eventually, a combination of lacking a creative outlet and an inability to pay my bills on time lead me to also take art commissions. While I didn’t consider myself the best artist, random strangers on the internet seemed to like it. Somehow, trying to avoid being tied to a rigid 40-hour workweek lead to me working 16-hour days and having very little free time. 

“Monica, you’re early!” Zee exclaimed when I entered Paws & Rec dog daycare. She’s the owner whom I had gotten to know over the years. She smiled at me as soon as I entered. I had never actually seen the daycare area where the dogs played all day. All I had ever seen was the front lobby. The walls were a bright yellow that gave off a playful vibe. The front desk was a bright teal and had a gate next to it to keep the pups from running off. 

“I finished volunteering early,” I returned her smile. “How was she today?” 

“An absolute treasure as always. Carina’s one of our favourites.” Zee punched some numbers into her computer and gave me the total for Rina’s visit today. I paid and she retreated through the door behind the front counter. Less than a minute later, all dressed in her harness and ready to head home was my golden retriever. 

“Wee-na!” I cooed as my sunshine pup excitedly ran through the opened gate and straight to my legs. “Did you have a good day with Zee and the others?” Carina gave me some happy woo-woos as I gave her pets and pats for being such a good girl at daycare. 

I gave Zee a wave and a thank you as I grabbed Carina’s leash, attached it to her harness and started our trek home. It was only a 15-minute walk. I guess the good thing about living in a city is that nothing is ever too far from home. 

By the time we arrived back at my apartment and climbed four flights of stairs, Carina's burst of energy from being picked up from daycare had worn off and she lazily trotted to her bed in the living room once I removed her harness. After taking off my shoes and switching back to my indoor glasses I surveyed my apartment for any kitty mischief that occurred while I was gone the last few hours. 

My apartment was quite cozy. An open concept one-bedroom equipped with more than enough living space for myself and two kitties. I felt bad making a large dog like Carina live in a box in the sky so I tried my best to compensate by taking her on lots of walks, adventures, and daycare at least once a week. Now that I think about it…maybe the reason I’m broke is that I pamper my pets so much. Nah. 

As I entered the kitchen I was greeted by ice-blue eyes staring at me. It was almost as if Blanche was waiting for me to come home so she could start a fight. My foe wore a fluffy coat of pure white wielded blades which have scarred me many times. Her battleground of choice was my island counter. Her posture was regal as ever as her paw slowly inched toward the bowl of fruit that sat in front of her. Her fluffy tail swished back and forth informing me of her intent. This bitch is really going to do it.

“Don't you fucking dare,” I warned with narrowing eyes. This seemed to set her off. She pushed at the bowl with her paws before I had the chance to stop her. My bananas and pears toppled to the floor. 

“You really are a bitch,” I muttered under my breath as I went to collect the fruit before Carina could get to it. 

Blanche jumped off the counter, her tail high as she sauntered over to the cat tree so she could curl up at the very top like the princess she was. Blanche was the kind of cat you had to just observe. She wasn’t a fan of being picked up or God forbid cuddling. I respected her boundaries, even if it came with an attitude. I fed her, brushed her, cleaned her shit and she hated that I existed. 

I threw my bag onto my lightly-preowned couch and started to strip off my dirty clothes, tossing them to the floor as I headed for the bathroom. There I found Rocket, my other cat, an orange ball of fluff and chaos busying himself in the corner with a tissue he fished out of my garbage. It honestly astonished me sometimes how opposite my kitties seemed to be considering I got them at the same shelter.

“What are you doing my garbage baby?” I cooed as picked up my precious prince of trash and cradled him in my arms. Although likely annoyed I separated him from his tissue, Rocket purred in my arms as I rubbed his belly. He looked at me with his one good eye — the other he lost before I adopted him a scar running over its place. His lil’ toe beans pressed against my face gently as if he was petting me back. I could die happy right now. 

Unfortunately for Rocket, he wasn’t allowed in the bathroom while I was taking a shower. He was banned after jumping into the bathtub with me and proceeding to puke in my bathwater. So I escorted him out of the bathroom to join his fluffy siblings in the living area.

My disappointment with the underwhelming turnout at St. B’s was almost instantly washed away the moment the hot water hit my skin. I was finally done with the day’s responsibilities, and all the residents of the apartments were alive and well. My muscles felt like melting butter as I relaxed and started to sing nonsense to myself.

Once I felt sufficiently boiled I turned off the water and wrapped myself in my towel. For a moment I considered doing my entire skincare routine before deciding I was much too lazy for that and simply slapped some moisturizer on my face and called it a day. 

I dried myself off in my bedroom and nonchalantly threw on the first t-shirt and pair of underwear I pulled out of my drawers. This old Batman shirt I thrifted years ago was still the comfiest piece of clothing I owned even if it had holes big enough to fit my fingers through. I was a men's shirt that was three sizes too big for me. Perhaps if I weren’t so tall I could wear it like a dress like those petite girls I saw on Instagram.  

I paused for a moment staring at my double door closet. Not tonight, I thought. My eyes shifted towards the desk opposite my bed. They zeroed in on the side drawers I tried not to think about were stored within them. But I could, couldn’t I? I shook my head and left my bedroom. I was going to stay home tonight. I was staying home, petting my fluffy babies and relaxing at least that’s what I’m going to tell myself. 

-10:37 PM-

I was sprawled out on my couch waiting for enough time to pass so I could go to sleep. For an hour or so, I really believed the lies I told myself. That I could just leave it alone. I didn’t need to go out on the streets of Bludhaven. It was dangerous. The police are doing a fine job. 

I scrolled through my phone trying my best to ignore the nagging feeling in the back of my mind. I desperately seek distraction, but exactly what I’ve been trying to ignore finds me. 

BPD reports the 4th overdose death in the city this month. Steroid drug known as ‘venom’ suspected to be involved. 

I stopped scrolling when I read the headline on my timeline. It is linked to a news report. I had to physically stop myself from clicking it. I threw my phone on my coffee table and I sighed heavily. I have to do something.

The suit wasn't ready. This was all just a crazy idea that I took too far. I wasn’t a hero. I didn’t have powers like Superman or Wonder Woman. All I had were my fists. And flash grenades. And a taser. And brass knuckles. 

I’m not fighting anyone. I decided. I was simply going to patrol, call the police if I saw anything suspicious and get out. Recon only. No fights. No fighting. Not again. 

I sprang off the couch and took off towards my bedroom, Blanche followed behind me. I pulled my hair up and into a fluffy ponytail in preparation. I opened my closet doors and shuffled through the clothes and hangers until I got to the very end. There hung a near skin-tight black bodysuit and on the next hanger a cape. 

I pulled on the stretchy suit that hugged my body in ways that weren’t the most comfortable. How did the heroes wear stuff like this all the time?  The suit covered even my fingers and feet, essentially encasing everything from the neck down. I will admit, it showed off my thick, toned thighs that I was very proud of and made my boobs look amazing. 

I turned to my desk and found Blanche sitting on the tabletop. She was curled up so that all her paws were covered. Her eyes watched me as I moved about my room her tail swishing letting me know that she considered me her prey. Maybe Blanche could be my sidekick, I’m sure she would enjoy clawing up bad guys. She would be the only weapon I needed. 

 I dug through my desk drawers and pulled out the accessories and ‘armour’ pieces. I strapped on my red utility belt across my waist. It is joined on the left side of my hip with a butterfly-shaped clasp. Next, I slid on my red leather arm guards. I pulled out another drawer and started filling the pockets of my utility belt. Flash grenades. Grappling gun. And a taser just in case. I left my prototype gadgets deciding they were too early in development and not tested. Not that I had tested any of the things I had put in my pockets, but that's beside the point. 

I returned to my closet and pulled out my cape in the shape of insect wings. The top half was black with a red stripe down either wing and red eyespots. The bottom wings were red, the outer edges lined in black. The front of the cape came together with another red butterfly clasp. 

I pulled on my red boots that came to a point at the top matching my arm guards. I was scrambling. Going back and forth between closet and desk drawers as I put on the finishing touches to my hero costume. Black headphones with antennae that were capable of picking up a variety of signals and a black and red domino mask. I made sure to make the lenses of my mask correct my vision like my glasses.

I stared at myself in my full-length mirror. My original inspiration was butterflies. They were nostalgic. I eventually decided butterflies were not intimidating and chose instead to be a moth. Moths were like the butterflies of the night. The moth is more mysterious and elusive yet held the same beauty. I based my costume on the cinnabar moth, deciding red and black better suited a vigilante more than bright pink and yellow. I still somehow managed to look like a butterfly. I sighed. This is ridiculous.

Five times this month I pulled on this ridiculous getup and stared at myself. Initially, I felt powerful. Like all the heroes I admired so much. Like my idol, Batman. But the more I looked at myself the more foolish I felt. Blanche stared at me with those disdainful eyes of hers. It was like she was expressing her disappointment. Of course, I wasn’t actually going to do it, again . 

“Fuck you, I can do this,” I said more to myself than to Blanche. 

Somehow, that was the final push I needed. I turned off the lights in my apartment and snuck out my fire escape heading towards the roof. My building was only 5 stories high. Tall enough to be a good enough jumping-off point, short enough that I probably wouldn’t die if this all failed and I fell. 

I eyed the building next to mine, only three stories taller. This could be a good testing spot. Probably. This is insane . I paced in small circles. I could die. Why did I think I could do this? For a moment I considered going back inside. Then I thought of the look my bitch of a cat would give me as I snuck back into my apartment. 

Was I really being motivated by what I thought my cat thought of me? I really need to make friends. I took a deep breath to center myself. I’m doing this. The night brought with it cooler, crisper air than the evening. The feeling of the air filling my lungs cleared my mind. I can do this. 

I took a few steps back and took a running stance. This was it. Without a second thought, I took off running at full speed towards the neighbouring building. And once I reached the end of my roof I leaped. During the moments I spent airborne I felt like I was flying. It was exhilarating. I hadn’t felt this feeling in years. 

Everything went quiet. The world around me disappeared and all that existed was my target in front of me. It was the rush I had spent years chasing. Adrenaline coursing through my veins. I needed more. 

I threw my arms and legs out in front of me as I was about to hit the building. I closed my eyes and braced for impact, for everything to fail and for my fall. But the fall didn’t come. I opened my eyes to find my face inches away from the bricks. I worked. I stuck. I wasn’t falling. 

One of the integral design elements of my suit was the ability to stick to walls. It took months of research, and trial and error. Two months ago I finally figured it out. My suit was covered in tiny fibres that allowed me to stick to most surfaces, just like an insect. I had tested this ability out in my apartment. Sticking to drywall and my ceiling perfectly, I had no idea if it would work on brick or stone or glass for that matter. But it worked. It worked! 

I crawled up the side of the building until I reached the roof and pulled myself over the edge. I panted, my lungs burning from the exertion. I gave myself a moment to catch my breath before taking off toward the next building. And the building after that. The giant smile that plastered my face felt so foreign. When was the last time I enjoyed myself? 

After jumping to my fifth building I came to face my next challenge — an intersection. The building across the street was much taller than the one I currently stood on, and the gap created by the street below was much too far to jump. I reached into my utility belt and pulled out my grappling gun. I aimed slightly above the roofline of the next building and shot it upwards. 

The line connected. I gave it a hard yank to test its stability before running and taking another leap of faith swinging on my line. The risk of falling onto the street full of vehicles below only seemed to boost my thrill. I wasn’t scared of dying. I was scared of falling. Being able to defy that fear and literally rise above it gave me a rush like nothing else. As the line retracted I ascended towards the roof of the tall building. I may not be able to use my wings but I could fly. 

The view from the top was breathtaking. I was maybe 20 stories high looking down. There wasn’t much traffic but the city was alight nonetheless. People were going about their evenings as if they didn’t have a care in the world. I felt like I was in one of those romcoms set in New York City where the city sparkled at night. 

I didn’t know Bludhaven could look like this.  Living on the 4th floor, and only leaving my house to visit a church basement and dog daycare didn’t exactly leave room for sights like this. I could fall in love with this city if I saw this every night. 

The admiration of my home was cut short when I noticed a disturbance. Not too far from where I stood, a figure zipped across the sky, much like I had just done. Running across the tops of buildings. It couldn’t be, could it? My body moved before I could think about what I was doing. I took off after the figure. I didn’t even consider that it might not be who I was looking for. It could have been a villain for all I knew. But I ran, jumped and zipped across the city in pursuit of this mysterious figure. 

I kept my distance. Mostly because I wasn’t able to catch up. For a moment I thought I lost them. Continuing my flight path towards the last place I had seen them. I froze on that final roof, finally figuring out the identity of the person I had been chasing. It’s not him. I released a breath, my disappointment helped my exhaustion catch up to me. 

It wasn’t Batman. It was his former protégé, the original boy wonder, now known as Nightwing . It had made sense now that I had a moment to think about it. Batman operated mostly in Gotham when he wasn’t on Justice League business as far as anyone knew. Nightwing had taken up residence in Bludhaven a few years ago, becoming our city’s saviour. There was also the fact that Batman wore an iconic cape and the figure I was chasing didn’t. I should have known it wasn’t him.

Nightwing hadn’t moved since landing on the ground. He simply stared ahead of him. That’s when I finally processed what we were both looking at. It was a tent city. One full of children. No one there could have been over the age of sixteen. 

Tents littered an abandoned area by the docks. It was lit up by lanterns, fires and fairy lights. Children ran and laughed as they chased each other around playing. Others looked much more jaded. Likely hardened from years of homelessness. Some gathered by their fires seeking refuge from the crisp night air.

A group of children gathered in front of Nightwing looking up at him with fear in their eyes. I didn’t know what they were saying. Maybe they were asking for help? Or perhaps they wanted him to leave? I wish I could hear what they were saying. I needed to know what was going on. 

I couldn’t process everything I was seeing. Is this where all the kids I usually helped had gone? When was this set up? Were there always this many homeless kids in Bludhaven? My heart hurt. So many kids. Just like I was. 

Memories of those days being helpless and alone started flooding in. Suddenly it was as if I couldn’t breathe. My lungs burned with every sharp inhale. My vision started to blur and my body felt numb. The only thing I could feel was the beating of my racing heart. I needed to get out of here. When I tried to move my limbs my body refused my commands. Was this what dying feels like? 

It took every ounce of my power to control my breathing. Shaky breaths eventually evened out. My vision cleared. While my heart still raced, it slowed by enough beats that I could make sense of the world around me. 

I must have frozen too long. I hadn’t noticed Nightwing had moved. The moment I finally came back to the present it was too late. He was gone. I spun around trying to find where he had gone only to find him on the same rooftop staring right at me.

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Don’t think about any of the superhero stuff too hard. Things work because they do. The superhero business is honestly a small part of a much larger story so if something doesn’t quite make sense just…ignore it. I’m a dumb bitch trying to write characters with genius-level intellect so I’m fudging it a bit lol.

Hope you liked the first issue of B&B. I really want to thank my RL friends for pushing me to write after spending weeks rambling to them about batfamily LOL. And a huge thanks to my betas for making my writing actually make sense. Biggest thank you of all to my bestie who not only gave me amazing feedback but also puts up with me dumping plot points for days on end. Hope to see you all in Issue #2! It will be from Dick’s perspective. Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated ❤️✨

#nightwing fanfic #nightwing fanfiction #dick grayson x oc #original character fic #oc fic #eventual smut #slow burn fic #chaptered fic #chapter 1 #roy harper fanfic #este writes #nightwing #dick grayson #roy harper #dc universe #batman universe #batfam fic

[that-sea-sponge]

Come Back to Me

Chapter 10: Burn It Down, Build It up

Summary:

The Bats and The Titans launch one last attack against the Court of Owls to unravel the last conspiracy, save Richie's life and save Dick's soul.

Notes:

Epilogue incoming shortly.

It's finished! I've poured a lot into it and I'm really, really excited for you to see how it all ends.

#nightwing #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne #tim drake #nightwing fanfic #dick grayon / jason todd #dickjay #jaydick #knighthood #batfamily #fanfic

[redactedrem]

Headcanon where after so many arguments between the batkids and Bruce over his paranoia and complete disregard for his kids privacy, the entire family had compromised with (in the healthiest way possible) downloading life360 on their phones and that's how they all keep track of each other.

Now Bruce knew that this is mostly for his benefit and is supposed to be a healthy alternative for his unhealthy paranoia and helicopter parenting, but what he wasn't expecting was for his kids to start keeping track of him.

He's putting gas in his car and Dick calls him because apparently Dick has been watching him drive around on the app? And Bruce is currently at a gas station thats right around the corner from a Taco Bell and now Dick wants him to get food for everyone since he's already there.

He's driving home from a meeting and Steph calls him because her and Duke were shopping in the area and wants to know if he can pick them up, when he asks how she knew he was on the same street, he gets a "Oh I just like to stalk everyone on the app for funsies." as an answer.

Jason calls him and he can barely get out a hello before Jason cuts him off, "Bruce why the fuck is your phone battery on 5%, charge your damn phone" which completely stuns him because why does he know that. He clears his throat before answering. "Jason, what?"

"Everyone can see each others phone batteries on '360, now charge your phone." Is all he gets before Jason hangs up on him.

#I have more ideas in my head #but I didn't want to make the post too long #might repost later #might write a small fanfic off of this #I actually don't have life360 but my friend does and I'm basing this off of how she interacts with her mom #batfamily #batfam #headcanon #dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #batman #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #cardinal tim drake #stephanie brown #spoiler