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pokeberry5 · 1 year
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i wanted to draw tim and cass as jesse and james but tim felt more like meowth to me so i replaced him with steph and then things kept escalating
edit: now with bonus bruce
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ghost-bxrd · 4 months
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It was too good to be true anyway, he tells himself. It’s ok. This is the catch. He knew there would be one eventually.
But the thing is— there probably wouldn’t have been. Not if it weren’t for Ivy and her stupid tantrums and her stupid fucking pollen-
Doesn’t matter. It happened, Talon got tagged, and now they have to deal with it.
Talon cries out softly as Jason slips his hand away to pry away the loose board behind the tower and a moment later a pale hand takes the board from him and just— breaks it. Clean down the middle.
Idly, almost numbly, Jason notes that he’ll have to replace it later. Can’t have anyone else think this place is good for squatting.
Talon makes a pleased little chirrup in the back of his throat and suddenly there are hands under Jason’s knees, around his waist, and his brain short circuits and screams and whimpers but—-
Jason clamps his mouth shut.
It’s ok. He can do this.
— Owl Song pt. vii sneak peek
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jasontoddsgaythoughts · 9 months
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Me (delusional): If young justice gets another season I might get the closest Jason team to the one I want. Jason has been hinted at as the red hooded ninja, and there hasn’t been sight of Rose, Eddie, Connor, Kori, or Kyle yet, and there is now a Roy and Will, but Roy will definitely be the one joining them, and Talia will be the good mom she was always meant to be, and Damian will see Jason as his brother from the start because they met at the league of assassins, talking about assassins they probably assassinated Jason’s arc about becoming the red hood because there’s therapy here,but maybe they’ll let us keep the duffel bag of heads or maybe not, so is it really worth the pay off to get the team…maybe? But at least we might get Damian sneaking into the outlaws ship assuming Kori still has her ship because he’s going with his brother no matter what because again, therapy™️but Damian will make a friend out of Jon early and he’ll bring him along, and the bats might be a family because therapy and Jason will get so much screen time even though Steph Cass Tim and Barbara barely get any, and maybe they can even get Supergirl on their team since she was hinted at the end , and..
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Okay, so more on my Nurse Nightwing au.
is it an au? I think it is. read the original here
Here’s why I think he would be a pediatric nurse.
As a kid, Dick probably got hurt A LOT. Crime fighting is dangerous, and so is doing a triple backflip off the banister onto the chandelier. And sometimes he would need to go to the hospital, even if it’s just to get properly checked out. As a kid, hospitals are really scary, and Dick being the kind of guy he is, I think he would want to help kids feel less scared.
And just to spitball some more little details
- he loves to tell kids he met batman and robin (including telling scared kids, “You can be brave just like Robin!”)
- Jason once bought him custom red hood themed scrubs, he does not wear them. Jason was very offended by this.
- He pretends to lose his stethoscope when it’s around his neck for the kids to point at it for him and maybe laugh at him
- He asks kids their favorite superhero before they leave and that’s the sticker they get. (Anyone who answers Nightwing gets an extra lollipop)
- When doing shots he always says “Boop!” to try and make it less scary
- He sings a lot while charting
- Jason comes to visit him at work sometimes, and never leaves without a lollipop
- He is the only nurse Damian trusts
- Always checking up on Tim “Did you get a flu shot yet? We’re taking walk-ins for them all day tomorrow.” Ever since Tim’s splenectomy he has been very adamant that he take care his health.
- Takes care of everyone when they’re sick
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literatureaesthetics · 6 months
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batboy coded well yes
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fanaticalthings · 1 year
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It would be so fucking funny if whenever Bruce even slightly pisses off one of his kids, they start leaving flyers for nursing homes around the manor for him to find.
[Bruce, even slightly raising his voice]: Wh-
Batkids: You better watch that tone young man before we throw your ass into a nursing home.
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hidden-in-the-shadows · 10 months
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Y’all I need help finding a fic
It was about dick grayson and it was on AO3
Essentially Bruce and tim and Jason and dick were all bio related and then their mom dies (I think it was Selina but don’t quote me on that)
At the end of the story he decided to become a nurse after the person that helped him take care of his mom
Some random shit I remember about the sorry was that dick and Wally played tennis on the high school team and it was a series
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bluegarners · 2 years
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Bad Things Happen Bingo: Distress Call (Dick Grayson)
The radio is playing one of those new pop-songs that Dick can’t keep up with. It’s a fun, quick paced song, full of electronic instruments and auto-tuned voices that sound ridiculously young, and the lyrics are lamenting about a breakup, or maybe some sort of lost love. It’s standard, typical outlet store music that he’s sure minimum wage workers rage at whenever they hear it, but Dick doesn’t mind it. He doesn’t have a preference when it comes to music, though most of the songs on his playlist tend to be rock, so he taps his fingers along the steering wheel to its beat, humming the chorus and following the rhythm. 
The backroads behind highways are always dark, an inky depth to its long pathways that makes driving them at night almost peaceful. Dick likes to think of it as space travel, a quiet trip through the cosmos, passing through black-holes and asteroid belts. He has the LEDs on for his headlights, these backroads hardly ever trafficked through, and the scenery consists solely of himself, the car, a seemingly endless road, and acres and acres of woodland mixed with the busy noises of thousands of cars on the distant highway. 
Taking backroads always added another thirty minutes or so to his commute from Bludhaven to Gotham, but Dick appreciated the scenic route. It was a nice change of pace compared to the loud and bustling cities he traveled between, and the stillness of the forest would always pleasantly haunt him. He’s been a city boy his entire life, and even when traveling with Haly did the ringmaster only ever lead them to populated cities and towns for good turnouts to their shows. So, even though the city is a comforting familiarity, the muffled world of forgotten streets and old oaks is an eerie, well loved feeling that Dick enjoys whenever he can.
The song changes to a commercial break, an old woman with the voice of an aged smoker speaking into the mic, and Dick’s eyes stay lazily trained on the road ahead of him. He looks in his rear-view mirror, glancing behind the turn he just took, and slowly pushes against the accelerator. He’s careful about his speeds on backroads, a much less maintained area than the highways, but because the chances of running into anyone else is pretty low, Dick lets his lead-foot guide him. He’s reaching around sixty-five mph when the radio begins to whine, a screechy static overwhelming the woman’s voice as she announces the next song.
Muttering to himself about bad reception, Dick fiddles with a knob on his dash, flicking over to the next radio station. He only gets a few snappy catches of some kind of horn before that, too, turns into whirring static, oscillating frequencies mutilating the sound. Frustrated, Dick scrolls through each station, waiting to hear some kind of recognizable rhythm, eyes flickering back and forth between the station numbers and the blank road before him, straight and unchanging. Finally, something catches his ear, a melodic voice weeping about some past memory, and Dick brightens, turning his attention to his dash as he narrows in on the exact frequency. It takes barely a second, mindlessly tuning into the station and catching the tail ends of an old, crooning ballad, but when Dick looks up, two small beacons of light are staring right at him, flashing in his irises.
He doesn’t have time to even yell, both hands white knuckling the steering wheel as he swerves, tires howling against broken asphalt and headlights cutting through seething darkness. His knees lock, right foot tight against the break, and he feels the exact moment centripetal force wins over as his seatbelt tears into his shoulder and his weight is thrown forwards, whiplash snapping his forehead into the steering wheel in milliseconds.
The world becomes a mess of white light and gray leather after that, rolling, rolling, rolling, and somewhere amidst the chaos, Dick sees a wash of brilliant color kaleidoscope in his vision. Finally, the world jerks to a stop, his head lolling forwards, and Dick is faintly aware of the mess of red, blinking light and flaring pain. He still can’t see straight and there’s a loud ringing in his ears, like he finally knows what a dog whistle sounds like, and, weirdly, the kaleidoscope begins to fade in the corners of his vision. He blinks and the colors only fade further, melding together in a slush of hazy, static gray.
Stay awake, half of his mind screams at him. Stay awake!
But between one blink and the next, the world winks out and Dick slumps soundlessly into the noise.
x x x
Bruce is stacking dishes when he feels his phone faintly buzz. He ignores it, paying attention to the task at hand, and accepts the glass dish handed to him, drying it with a slightly damp towel. Damian is to his left, also drying, and somewhere in the dining room, Alfred is putting away the placemats and various untouched silverware. The evening is still in their gentle routine, somehow even smaller than it usually is.
Dick had not made it in time for dinner. 
It had put his youngest son into a foul mood, the boy especially quiet and dutifully putting away the last of the dishes into their appropriate cabinets. Bruce hadn’t said anything, knowing those kinds of platitudes only served to further sour the young boy’s mood, but, secretly, Bruce had also been disappointed in his eldest’s no show. It was unlike Dick to be late, at least without warning, and Bruce noticed Alfred’s muted demeanor at having to store away the uneaten portions of food. 
Dick was supposed to come sometime in the late evening, traveling towards Gotham after getting off of work, but after waiting an additional hour for him to show, Alfred had sighed and set aside some food on another plate, encouraging the others to eat. “I’m sure Master Dick won’t mind,” Alfred had said, even as his mouth dipped. “Go on, the food will get cold.”
That had been almost two hours ago, the meal having taken an hour to get through if only for the unspoken agreement to stall for the young man. Now, the process of cleaning was also almost done, Bruce shelving the last drinking glass and Damian setting their drying cloths onto a rack. Outside, night had fully settled, pitch and obsidian. 
“Has he called you?” Damian asks, face disinterested but hands twitching at his sides. 
Bruce shakes his head, pulling out his phone. There’s a new notification for a voicemail. Confusion pokes at his brow though when he sees its sender. “I must have missed it,” he mutters, thumbing the screen as he clicks on the message. “He left a voicemail.”
Holding the phone to his ear, Bruce leans back against the counter, Damian’s eyes fixed on his face.  There’s nothing for a moment, just a strange, almost static cling in the frequency, before Dick begins to speak.
“Hey, Bruce.” His voice is raspy, like he’s speaking with sandpaper in his throat. “There’s no reception out here. Can you believe that?” Hysteria slides into the end of his question, desperate laughter tumbling out. Immediately, Bruce is straightening, eyes finding his youngest son’s in a message that says, Something’s wrong. 
“I’ll get the car,” Damian says, rushing out of the kitchen. The urgency is unsaid, but the weight in the room is suddenly tangible between Bruce’s fingers like hot, sticky molasses. He feels his head pulse in time with the molten air, sweat dripping into the crease in his collar.
“I tried calling 911,” Dick continues, and Bruce’s heart falters in his chest, “but it didn’t go through. Tried calling you, too, but it’s not working out too great. At least you’ve got your voicemail set up.” There’s another dry laugh as Bruce fumbles around the kitchen, yanking together all the medical supplies from under the sink. Alfred walks in then, surprise flickering onto his face at the sight, and Bruce mouths, Dick’s hurt. 
“I crashed my car.” Bruce wills his arms not to shake as he hands some of the supplies over to Alfred, the older man taking a moment to firmly squeeze his shoulder before swiftly exiting. “There was a deer in the road and I wasn’t– doesn’t matter much right now. I… The car flipped. I can’t get out of my seat and I’m pretty sure I broke my left arm. I hit my head on the steering wheel, too.”
Damian runs back into the kitchen, brows pinched and jaw clenched tightly. He waits for something, anything, but Bruce is firmly blocking every other noise except for the one directly in his ear.
“I passed out for a while. I think it’s been a little over an hour. Maybe more. I’m-I’m hurt, B.” Dick breathes in deeply, air snagging in his throat as his voice catches. “Can you come get me?”
The message ends there, an abrupt silence that makes Bruce want to hurl his phone across the room. He needs to keep his head though, so instead he shoves the device back into his pocket, marching after Damian as the boy turns on his heel and leads them out to the garage, where he has already started their largest, most inconspicuous vehicle. It’s their choice of transportation when the situation isn’t Batman related, fully stocked with communicators, spare medical supplies, various necessities, and, most importantly, access to the Cave. 
“I’ve found him, Master Bruce.” Alfred’s voice takes on a slightly tinny quality through the car’s speakers, a map with markers flashing onto the dashboard screen. “Follow the directions I’ve laid out for you. You’ll reach him in less than ten minutes.”
Less than ten minutes, Bruce repeats in his head, tires screeching as they tear out from the driveway and out of Wayne property. He was that close?
Damian must be thinking the same thing, scowl deepening as he checks and re-checks over the supplies they have. Bandages, QuickClot, water, adrenaline, sutures, sewing kit, alcohol, tape, tourniquets, hydrogen peroxide. Bandaids, eyepatches, defibulators, safety pins, cold packs, hand warmers. Splints, braces, cotton balls, baster, saline solution, towelettes. Check, re-check, double check. Bruce’s fingers are going numb.
“Master Dick will be on your left,” Alfred interrupts, collectively cool and away from the potency. “Begin to slow, you’re approaching his marker quickly. I’ve prepared a gurney and an IV for when–”
“There!” Damian suddenly shouts, shoving forwards in his seat as he points desperately at the dull shine of a grand marquis in the headlights. “He’s there!”
They can’t get out fast enough, both Waynes launching themselves out of the car and to the overturned vehicle. 
“Dick?” Bruce calls, sliding to his knees to peer into the driver’s seat. “Dick?”
The windows are cracked, spiderweb fractures covering the entirety of the left side of the vehicle, and Bruce curses. He can’t see his son through the breakage, and by the lack of response, his eldest is most likely unconscious. Damian is breathing hard next to him and when he sees that there’s no way to get to his brother, he runs back to their car, returning with a glass breaker in hand.
Bruce takes it, throwing over his shoulder, “Stabilizers next.”
Damian is gone again and Bruce hastily shoves on some gloves, the intensity in which he does so enough to make his world shrink to a pinprick. The white LEDs from the car they came in, combined with the flashing red hazards from Dick’s car, is nearly enough to overwhelm him, the sound of his own breathing irritating to listen to. Picking the breaker back up, Bruce strikes at the bottom corner of the window, careful to not be too forceful lest the glass shatter inwards and break on his son’s face. A hole opens up, tiny shards sprinkling the cool grass, and Bruce shoves a few gloved fingers into the opening, pulling the glass outwards onto the ground. He’s careful not to spread it, mindful of his own vulnerable knees, and Damian returns with the stabilizers, heading to the front of the car and pushing the wedges beneath the windshield and hood.
“Is he awake yet?” the boy asks, hovering. 
Bruce doesn’t answer, continuing to widen the hole, when a soft groan emerges from the car. 
“Richard?” Damian lowers himself next to Bruce, peeking into the dark car. “Richard, can you hear me?”
There’s another groan in response, a little louder this time.
“Where are you injured?” Damian continues to question, unable to do anything else as Bruce pulls away the last of the glass. “Are you bleeding?”
“Flashlight,” Bruce mumbles, holding out a hand expectedly as one is placed in his palm. “He said his left arm is broken. Probably a concussion too, which means-”
“On it.” And Damian is gone again, rushing back to the car.
“B?”
“I’m here.” Shuffling as close as he dares, Bruce shines the flashlight to the floor, avoiding his eldest’s eyes. “I’m here, Dick. You’re okay.”
“M’ head hurts,” Dick slurs, face bright red and gaze unfocused. 
“We’re going to get you out soon.” A neck brace is suddenly beside him, Damian clutching other supplies in his hands. “But you need to be still. Do not move.”
“Can’t,” Dick chuckles, cringing as his eyes slide shut again. “I’m hurt, B.”
“I know, I know, chum. Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to unlock your car and open up this door. Damian–”
“Dami’s here?”
“Yes, he’s here, and when I open this door, I’m going to put this brace around your neck. After that, I’m going to hold you, okay? I’m going to hold you and Damian is going to undo your seatbelt so we can get you out, okay? Do you understand, Dick? You need to be as still as possible. Do you understand?”
“Yeah,” Dick croaks out, a grimace smothered on his face as tears squeeze past his clenched eyelids. “I got it.”
Hurrying but still so, so cautious, Bruce feels around for the side door lock, fumbling with the buttons. A stray piece of glass scrapes against the underside of his forearm, but the sting is hardly felt as he hears the latches unlock. Holding his breath, Bruce extracts his arm, praying for the door to not be stuck, and releases it when the handle moves without issue. 
“I’m going to open the door now,” he says, bracing a hand against the metal. “Say something if it hurts you.”
Dick hums in response, eyes still firmly shut, and Bruce slowly edges open the door, meeting only slight resistance as the frame scrapes against the dirt. Picking up the flashlight, Damian shines it around the inside of the vehicle, illuminating the deployed airbags, toppled water bottles, and other personal items strewn about the cabin. There’s no dripping blood though, nor obvious splattered fluids. The chaos is contained to material destruction and Damian relaxes fractionally. Finally having pried the door open wide enough, Bruce reaches for the brace. 
“Dick?” A hum. “I’m going to put the neck brace on you now. You need to be still. I know you’re in pain, we’re going to help you with that soon, but do not move. It’s going to be okay.”
Dick just hums again and Bruce grimaces, knowing his son is drifting back to the edge of unconsciousness. 
“Damian.” The boy is immediately at his side. “Crawl in here- watch the glass- and hold his chin steady.”
Slowly, Bruce slides the plastic chin piece beneath Dick’s jaw, the movement awkward with so many people in such a cramped place. Dick has fully passed out again, the bloodrush to his head likely having been too much to keep him aware for long, and Bruce is silently grateful for it. As Damian adjusts his grip to hold the underside of the brace, Bruce reaches around and delicately connects the other side of the brace to wrap around the back of Dick’s neck. He hears the small clicks as Damian adjusts the chin strap to sit tighter beneath his older brother’s jaw and breathes out.
“Done?” he asks, hand lingering over the straps.
“Yeah.”
Grunting, Bruce moves to the side as Damian crawls back out, grabbing the seat belt cutter and opening the latches on the prepared backboard. Double checking, Damian looks over to Bruce for confirmation. Satisfied, Bruce braces himself against Dick’s shoulders, securing his sides and supporting as much as his body with his own as possible. “Go.”
Quickly, Damian reaches around his father’s broad back, pulling first at the cross belt. “Cutting,” he announces, sawing through the polyester with ease. 
Bruce tenses, pressing only lightly against his eldest so he doesn’t fall forward. “Clear.”
Moving forwards again, Damian reaches for the lap belt, re-checking his father’s position. “Cutting,” he says again, the woven nylon tearing apart at his hand.
Dick’s weight fully rests against Bruce’s chest, and slowly, with Damian’s help, they maneuver him as cautiously as possible out of the wrecked car, placing him gently onto the backboard and strapping him in. Relieved that the worst of the ordeal is over, Bruce rests on the balls of his feet for a moment, taking in the flushed and slightly bloodied face of his son. 
There’s a cut just below his hairline, a goose egg swelling to an awful proportion, sickly purple blotting the area and disappearing into thick, dark hair. Looking at his son’s left arm, Bruce determines it to be just dislocated rather than broken. Not wanting to mess with it until they have better access to medical equipment, Bruce places the arm in a sling, allowing Damian to tape an ice pack over the worst of the swelling. Further than that, Dick’s injuries mainly seem to consist of various bruises and a few minor lacerations. Later, they’ll have to scan for internal bleeding or other closed injuries they missed, but for now, Dick doesn’t seem to be in any critical state. The seatbelt and airbags did their job and Bruce has never been more thankful for his persistence in car safety. 
Sighing, Bruce looks up and meets Damian’s significantly less pinched face. The long night had come to an end. 
“Let’s go home."
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selinascatnip · 2 years
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Stupid ass idea that I'll not be taking responsibility for #837
You know how Tamaraneans are felines, right? And that cats hardly have single offspring during their pregnancies? What if Dick gets Kory preggo but instead 01 baby Mar'i she pops out half a dozen half-alien princess half-birdboy babies? 🤣
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violentdick · 1 month
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-source: Batman (1940) #6-
Weapon of choice: Gurney ride.
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millyhelp · 2 months
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Lock the door.
DILF!Dick Grayson x wife!fem!reader
Request: hiii!! I love ur work for dick soooo much I'm actually foaming at the mouth😵‍💫 I was wondering if u could do these prompts 35. “Ooh, you’re not wearing any underwear. Trying to tell me something?” 21. “Go and lock the door for me. I don’t want anyone to walk in while I’m balls deep.” with dilf!dick fucking his wife after putting their kid to sleep. thank you!!
warnings: boobsmilk kink!, breeding kink!, p in v sex, Dick called the reader "mama". Johnny is 2yo here. 18+ minors dni!
notes: I had to do this as a request and not just as a prompt! I just loved the idea!!
Taglist: @harleycao , @spectr3inl0ve , @sparklytoaster
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You and Dick were putting Johnny to sleep. Today was one of the rare occasions where Dick arrived home from the station early and spent some extra time with Johnny and you.
“Lavenders blue, dilly, dilly. Lavender's green. When you are king, dilly, dilly. I shall be queen…” Your voice sounded sweet throughout the room, making the little boy sleep.
Dick watched the two of you closely with a smile on his face, he felt like the most accomplished man in the world. His eyes couldn't help but notice the blue pajamas hugging your body. He sighed and got up slowly so as not to wake Johnny and walked over to you on the other side of the boy's small bed. Dick needs you tonight.
He extended a hand to you and before you took it, you kissed Johonny's forehead and turned off the lamp. Taking Dick's hand, he guides you out of Johnny's room and closes the door silently.
The hand before yours takes place on your waist and guides you to the bedroom. Dick's bare chest presses into your back as the two of you walk to your shared bedroom.
Upon arriving at the bedroom, Dick plants a kiss on your neck and runs his nose along the extension shortly after.
“My favorite..." He finally said something and his voice sounded hoarse and low. You smiled and turned to look at him.
"Yes, the Chanel you gave me for my birthday." You giggled. Dick always loved the smell of perfume on you, and of course, you only wore this one for him. “I missed you…”
Dick’s hands went directly to your waist again, this time, pulling you into him.
“Yeah?...” He kissed your lips “Did my beautiful wife miss me?”
“Mhm” You looked into the intense blue eyes.
“And how much did she missed me?..." Dick's eyes looked at your mouth and your eyes waiting for a response.
“Why don't you find out?" You looked at his lips.
Dick attacked your lips in a needy way. His tongue dancing next to yours brought whimpers from your throat.
Dick's hands began to roam your body, squeezing, pinching and pulling. At some point he puts both hands on your ass inside your little pajama shorts.
“Ooh, you’re not wearing any underwear.” His mouth was swollen from the kiss. He looked into her eyes, the pupils taking over the blue. “Trying to tell me something?”
“Yes... I told you to find out how much I missed you." Your fingers played with the hair on the back of his neck. "Does that answer your question?"
"Oh yes, that does." He nodded his head with a smile. Still with his hands on your ass, he pulls you up to give you momentum so you can jump onto his lap, wrapping your legs around his hips.
He carried you to the bed and laid you down on it. Kisses were planted on your neck. Nimble fingers began to unbutton your pajama shirt so he could have more access to your collarbone.
“Oh God!” Dick groaned "No bra? My prayers have been answered."
You gave a small laugh. Dick loved your breasts, especially because you still breastfed Johnny sometimes. The little boy was only two years old and only nursed in the afternoon, but today, for some reason, Johnny didn't want to.
Your breasts were swollen and round from the milk. Dick could swear he felt drool run down the corner of his lip.
“Can I?” Dick looked into your eyes. His eyes sparkled with lust and anticipation.
When you nodded, Dick's lips closed around your left breast. The contact of his lips on your sensitive nipple made you moan.
Sucking the milk and licking the tip of your nipple, Dick felt high and very horny. His fingers guided themselves inside your pajama shorts.
He ran his fingers through her wet folds and moaned with his mouth on her nipple. Another whimper was heard from you.
“Hmm I need to fuck you!” He said after releasing your nipple with a 'pop' of his mouth. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip. The scene was totally sexy. “Go and lock the door for me. I don’t want to Johnny walk in while I’m balls deep.”
You nodded and stood up. Dick slapped your ass as you went to lock the bedroom door.
"My wife is so sexy..." Dick looked at you as if he was going to fuck you, and he really was.
Walking back to him. Dick pulls on his pajama button-down shirt making them pop.
“It's okay, mama. I can give you another one.” And he was really going to give you another one, but before that, his lips went towards your right breast. This one he hadn't attacked yet.
Dick squeezed and the pressure of the milk in his mouth was greater. He moaned at the sensation. You could feel Dick's cock poking your thigh through the fabric of his sweatpants.
“Dick, please.” You sighed. “I need you…”
Licking your nipple, he pulls away from your breast.
“Needing me, mama? Where do you need me?”
“Inside. I need you Inside.” Your hand passed over Dick's hard, needy cock. He trembled under your touch.
“Can you ride me? Huh?” Dick pulled up his sweatpants. He had no underwear on, which made his hard and heavy dick hit his stomach as soon as it was freed.
You nodded and took off your shorts. Straddling his lap, he fit the tip into your wet folds.
You slowly went down on his length. Dick and you always fit together. It was as if he was tailor-made just for you. His big cock, from the first time together, always filled you up.
A moan left your lips and Dick returned his attention to your breasts.
You started to move up, down and roll on top of Dick's cock. With one hand on your hip and the other on your other breast, Dick helped you.
"I'm going to keep you with my children... do you know why?" He grunted and looked into your eyes as you moved up and down. You shook your head. “So I can continue to suck that sweet milk of yours! You are so good to me, mama! So good!"
You moaned at his words. Dick could only imagine your belly being round and big again. You being sensitive and very horny during pregnancy. He wants it all again.
With his hands on either side of your hips, Dick helped you bounce faster on his dick. He felt you tighten more and more around him, the tip hitting the bottom of your uterus.
"Dick! Oh-Mhmmm!" You're close and Dick was too. Dick's hands still tightened on his hips.
“Close?” He asks and you respond with a whimper. “Good…”
Dick takes his hands to your boxes and he stands up with his dick still inside you. The grip on your thighs is firm.
He starts fucking you standing up. You weren't supported by anything other than Dick's strong grip on your thighs.
Deep and quick thrusts made wet noises thanks to the new position.
"I'm going to fill you with my children. Do you like how that sounds?" Dick grunted looking at your face which was red and sweaty. "Are you close, mama? I know you are. Cum for me! Let me feel you!"
Dick's pelvis hit her clitoris, causing friction. Your orgasm exploded hard and Dick came to you with grunts.
He sat back down while he still had his cock inside you. Your face rested between his neck and his thumb stroked your back to calm the spasms of your orgasm.
"You really missed me, mama." Dick whispered and you let out a small laugh.
“I did, and-”
Knock knock
A small knock on the door was heard, and soon after a crying voice.
“Mommy! Mommy!” Johnny's voice echoed behind the door.
“Fuck…” Dick sighed "I'll sort this out, lay in bed and I'll come clean you up as soon as I'm done with Johnny."
Dick pulled out of you making you shudder and he put his sweatpants back on.
In the end, Johnny just woke up startled by Mommy's screams. Dick took a while to convince the little boy that his mother was sleeping and that it was all his dreams. The two-year-old boy didn't stay long and fell asleep in Dick's arms.
Poor Johnny.
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HOPE YOU LIKE IT!
I'm slowly coming back heheheh
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Playing Nurse for the Batfam
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Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. On your way home from work, you encounter an injured superhero. You have seen his secret identity. Now what will he do about it?
Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x reader, (maybe a why choose with Dick Grayson as well?? Idk tell me what you guys want)
Warning: Adult language, verbal abuse, parental abuse, severe injuries
Word Count: 1.5k
Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it 
Part One: Is that Trash or a Man?
There is calm chaos when working in the emergency room. You get used to the cacophony of beeps and alarms. Of moans, crying, screaming, and arguing. You get used to being on your feet all day and moving from task to task, from patient to patient. You get used to it because there is no other option. People need care and they need it now. You either step the fuck up or switch to a different unit. Or move to a calmer, cleaner, less crime-filled city. Calm wasn’t really my vibe. Maybe externally that’s what I portrayed, but internally my mind craves the chaos of the ER. It craves the chaos of Gotham. And the Gotham ER was an entirely different beast.
I finished nursing school about a year ago. A lot of my peers used it as an out. They went to more stable cities in New Jersey that had better funding and less chance of getting knifed in the staff parking lot. I was one of the only ones that stayed. I definitely was the only one that worked in the hospital. I couldn’t deny the demand for nurses was high, and the paychecks were even higher at Gotham General Hospital. And maybe some small pathetic part of my brain wanted to make the world a better place. I wanted Gotham to be a better place. Every day I worked. I convinced myself that how matter how shitty it got; I was making a difference. Even if it was only a handful of people in the grand scheme of things. 
I could convince myself that I mattered. That everyone mattered. That these people deserve more. They deserve better; they deserve a second, third, fourth, fifth chance. If I stopped trying to convince myself of that I know I would give up entirely. Seeing gunshot wounds, stabbings, overdoses, mutilations, burns, crushings, poisonings, beatings, day after day is a lot like erosion of the soul. Little by little it wears you down. You become jaded and jagged with time. Empathy becomes blame. Hope becomes desolate. Love becomes anger. The only thing you can do is gaslight yourself into thinking you’re making a big enough difference. That you’re helping enough people. After all, the brain can’t tell the difference between truth and irony. You tell yourself so many lies, you can start to believe them, right? 
Gotham City: 16 Years Ago 
“Dad, when is mom coming home?” My small voice asked. I was scared to make Dad yell at me again. I didn’t like it when I made him yell.
“She’s got stage four fucking cancer she is coming out of the hospital in a body bag, y/n.” 
I fought the tears that burned behind my eyes. Dad would get even angrier if he saw them. It was stupid of me to even ask. 
I felt him turn to me. His eyes bored into my skull. Quickly, I looked down at his feet. 
“Have you tried again?” He asked. His tone clipped. I knew he expected a timely answer.
Involuntarily, my fingers ruthlessly picked the skin around my nails. The sting was grounding in a way. 
“No, sir. Well yes, I have tried, but I… I failed,” the last word felt like a hot poker being placed through my throat. 
“Look at me.” Breathing became difficult, but I looked up at my father. He leaned his face close to mine. I could smell Jack wafting off him. “What good are you? What good is having healing powers if you can’t heal your sick mother?”
The simple hangnail became a chunk of missing skin. I lowered my head. Fighting back tears. 
“Sir,” my traitorous voice wobbled as I tried not to cry, “I keep trying but… I don’t think my power is that strong. I can close cuts, fix broken bones, but tumors are… hard.”
My father tilted his head back and laughed. Hard. He grabbed my wrist as quickly as a viper, “If I could put your mother’s cancer in you I would. You’re about as useful as a wet match in a dark cave.” 
I couldn’t help the tears that fell down my cheek. It felt like I was involuntarily waving a white flag.
Gotham City: Present Day
I had to be stealthy with my gift. I couldn’t heal every one of the patients to full health right away. That would lead to suspicion. But if I could help it I could stop the major damage. I would heal internal organs. Replenish blood. Reduce ten fractures to two or one. It all depended on timing and if people were watching me. 
I was walking home from the hospital. I only lived about three blocks away. I got off shift at around 20:49. I didn’t start my next stretch for another three days. And I was milking my walk home. Stopping to smell the roses or whatever. That is normally not a very smart thing to do in Gotham at night, especially as a woman. But part of me didn’t care. 
Earlier, I looked at my phone and frowned when I realized the date. 
Thursday, May 19th. 
My mom died 16 years ago today. Waves of emotion flooded my senses. Anger at myself for not remembering. Sadness that she had been gone more of my life than she had been in it. Restlessness for what my father might do or say. Some years he likes to reach out. Others he doesn’t. But most of all I was feeling reckless. Like I wanted someone to give me a reason. Obviously, I would only hurt someone to defend myself or others. But there was so much anger living in my body, part of me hoped some idiot would try something with me tonight. 
So, I walked home. Slowly. 
Normally, you keep your head down and you keep moving. You don’t look or gawk. You listen out of necessity. I was listening just because I could. It was the normal stuff. Men smoking cigarettes and catcalling. Women were offering their nightly services. Random people either praising or damning superheroes. Drug deals. Graffiti artists. Fights. And of course, people who simply were walking home from work. Gotham had range and was never boring that’s for sure. 
But something picked up on the very edge of my senses. Despite my better logic, I turned toward the very quiet sound. It could have just been rats, but it sounded so familiar. It sounded like a death rattle. The thing you hear just before shit hits the fan and the patient codes. 
Without thinking I ran down the alley toward the sound. At first, it was nothing. Just trash and rats. But then I saw it. He almost blended perfectly in with the shiny black garbage bags. His cape was the same color but reflected the light less. 
“Sir? Sir, are you alright?” I walked hesitantly forward, grabbing my pepper spray just in case.
The man did not answer, he only garbled and coughed. My work brain took over my fear. Instantly I rolled the man over and began assessing him. I suppressed a gasp when I rolled him over and a familiar cowl mask came into view. It was cracked down the middle. His face was bleeding from an unknown location. His breathing was labored and staggered. 
Calmly, I closed my eyes and pressed my hands against his chest. 
Oh yeah. Batman was dying. He had several broken ribs. A pneumothorax. A bruised liver, kidney, and pancreas. His cardiac output was a joke. The man had no perfusion. 
I didn’t think. I didn’t hold back like I do at the hospital. I just healed. And healed. And healed. I healed him down to his bone-on-bone knees, sprained ankle, and fractured wrist. 
God, this guy had a lot of injuries. 
I was close to passing out by the time I was done. I had done too much, ate, and slept too little. My powers were demanding when it came to energy. If I didn’t eat or sleep within 30 minutes I was about to pass out next to bat boy himself.
I gave him one last assessment. After double-checking that he would live and that I didn’t miss anything I finally looked at his face again. 
This time I gasped. Batman was the billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne? I shook my head like I was clearing cobwebs. I didn’t have time to dwell on it. Much like Batman, I didn’t want people to know what I could do. The last time people knew…
Just as I turned and took a few steps I rolled my eyes at my nagging thoughts. 
What if someone sees him before he wakes up?
Reaching into my tote bag I pulled out a black medical mask. I not so gracefully MacGyvered it across his exposed face so that it was covered. And with that, I made my way home.
My cat, Hashbrown, eagerly greeted me at the door. I nearly fell asleep locking it. I bent down to pick her up and gave her a kiss on her perfect little cat head. I ripped my gross work scrubs off, threw them in the wash, and crashed on the couch in my underwear before my brain could process what happened.
I healed Batman. 
I healed… Bruce Wayne?
Part Two, Part Three
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So I know in canon Dick is a detective but I feel like he could’ve gone into the medical field.
He is a very caring person and he likes to help people, I like to think that during the day he helps people by treating their illnesses and injuries, and at night by keeping them safe.
This could go a few ways. On the one hand I could see him being an EMT, seeing as he does well in high stress faced paced situations. Helping people in emergencies and bringing them to the hospital is definitely something I could see him doing.
On the other hand I could also see him in nursing. He seems like he would have a good bedside manner, and I think he would be very gentle with how he goes about his job. Specifically, I think he would be a pediatric nurse.
I think he would be really good with the kids, cheering them up, easing their fears. There’s always lollipops and stickers in his scrub pockets for brave kids (and sad coworkers.)
He probably wears Nightwing scrubs a lot. It’s Nightwing, Teen Titans, Batman and Robin or Superman.
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kumori-suwan · 5 months
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Kinktober Day 29: Phone Sex with Dick Grayson
Nsfw under cut
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Being a night shift nurse in Bludhaven was far to stimulating, there was never a dull moment and even after being off for an hour already you couldn’t seem to sleep. You needed to make yourself tired but how could you? A familiar caller ID lit up your phone screen making you smile, “Hi babe.”, you cheered into the phone.
“Hey sweetie, just wanted to make sure you made it home safe. If I didn’t have patrol I would’ve picked you up.”, Dick apologized into the phone.
You smiled, he was far to sweet to you.
“I’ve been home for an hour, forgot to text you sorry. Hey…how long do you think you’ll be out tonight?”, you asked nervously.
“Just a few more hours, why you miss me?”, he teased.
You laughed at that comment, “Yeah…yeah I do. I miss you alot. I wanna be with you, hold you in my arms and just whisper the night away with you.”, you admitted.
A pleasant hum sounded from his side of the line, “I miss you too (Y/n), miss holding you after one of your long showers. Miss getting to kiss your pretty lips after you’ve taken off all your makeup, love seeing you bare faced and natural for me. I need to take you on a date soon.”, Dick sighed.
“You say that all the time, I’m not all that pretty y’know. I need to make up to look pretty for you.”
“No you don’t baby, your natural beauty is more than enough for me. I love the way your eyes scrunch up when you smile, I love the natural blush that paints across your face when I compliment you. I love your little beauty marks and your blemishes. I just love you so much.”
You smiled at his kind words, “I love you more Dick. Really wish you were here already. I just wanna kiss you all night long and hold you.”
His husky chuckle sounded across the line, “Sweetheart you know I can’t control myself if you kiss me to much, I get needy and then touchy.”, he confessed.
You giggle agreeing with him while you fall onto your shared bed, you fall onto his side just to take in his scent that’s soaked into the sheets. “Yeah you get grabby, squeezing my thighs until I laugh since I’m ticklish. Then you kiss me some more until…until…-“
“Until we can’t stop ourselves and just make love?”
Your face heats up, “Y-Yeah that. My lips feel all tingly now because of you.”, you whine, touching your lips with your fingertips.
He lets out another husky chuckle and suddenly falls silent, you’re curious by his sudden silence, “Dick what are you doing right now?”, you ask nervously.
“Taking a break, sitting on some random skyrise and talking to my beautiful wife.”, he responds in a breathless tone, “H-How about you…what are you doing?”
“Laying in bed, on your side since I miss you so much.”, you take a nervous breath as a bad idea pops off in your head, “I-In one of your shirts.”
“Yeah? In my clothes? You miss me that much (y/n)?”
You hum in agreement, suddenly feeling hot and bothered by the sound of his voice.
“Yes, love having you close. I really wanna kiss you right now…like…like we did a few nights ago.”
He groans into the phone, remembering the dirty little night you were talking about. Just a week ago he’d kissed you and it lead to a passionate sex crazed frenzy at the Manor during a Gala. He was jealous of the men talking to you and pulled you away asking you to kiss away his insecurities. You did, staining his lips and face in your lipstick, one thing lead to another and before you knew it, you’d fucked in one of Bruce’s offices and it was perfect.
“You know I’d love to do that again with you, actually I promise I will when I get home.”, he sounded so confident and sexy as he swore this to you.
Your thighs clenched together, your body slowly growing hotter to the sound of his voice. Were you tired or horny, you weren’t to sure anymore.
“I’d really like that, I love when you take your time prepping me. Honestly you shouldn’t be that good with your mouth.”, you giggle.
Dick’s eyes go wide behind his mask from where he is, he’s catching on to what you’re trying to do and it makes his heart skip a beat. A devilish smirk lifts at his lips to the idea of you getting off on his voice. He lets his voice drop a but lower for you and speaks with an airy tone, “Can’t help it, just love seeing you in so much pleasure. It’s so cute when your thighs tremble as I kiss your clit and your taste is just so addicting. My tastebuds are over the moon when I drag my tongue through your wet folds.”
His words send a deep pulse to your core, you whine into the phone recalling the way his tongue feels against your pussy.
“Yeah…yeah I love when you eat me out, you’re just so messy but I can’t stop you. The way your eyes get all dark and focused makes me so wet for you. My favorite part is when you’re tongue fucking my little hole and glaring up at me with those pretty blue eyes, fuck I love how predatory you look between my thighs.”, you moan, sliding a hand between your thighs, you’re soaking through your cotton panties and you need more.
“I do get worked up because of you, but it’s because you’re so pretty and perfect. You look so good squirming when I split you open with my fingers. You take three in before I can’t take it anymore. One by one I fill you and rub your sweet spots, can you do that for me baby? Can you finger yourself for me please?”, Dick asks, he sounds so breathless on the other side. He hears shuffling, your getting comfortable for him, then he hears it. The sticky wet sounds that he adores, he moans to the sound of your slick cunt filling his ears.
“I’m so wet for you.”, you admit, putting him on speaker so he can hear the loud wet squelches of your dripping hole.
“Fuck…y-yeah you are. Sound so wet for me. What’s got you so messy? Were you having fun without me sweetheart?”, he teases, trying to ignore the aching pulse in his heavy balls.
You whimper into the phone, pumping and curling your fingers into your cunt.
“No. No (y/n) not like that. You can’t rush baby, that’s not how I do it.”, Dick scolds you, hearing the rushed sounds and whiny sounds of your voice.
“B-But I need you so bad, I need to cum so bad.”
Dick chuckles into the phone, “Then you’ll do as I say right? You’ll follow daddy’s orders right?”
He hears a whimper on your end, you pull your fingers from your cunt and roll them gently against your clit.
“Bully your clit for me baby, pretend it’s my fingers working you. You know how I do it, I’ve seen you trying to replicate it before, nice and slow, tight little circles into that cute little pearl between your legs.”
You do as told, stimulating your little clit for him and whining his name. Dick is about to lose himself, he rushes and contacts someone from the family to cover him the rest of the night.
“Good girl, slow now. Don’t forget to play with your nipples like I do, you know I love sucking and pulling on them.”, he chuckles.
You giggle and agree with him, adjusting yourself into a much more comfortable position. Your free hand glides up your shirt exposing your breasts, you focus on the sensation in your nipples and clit and sigh with pleasure.
“Feels good but it’s not the same without you. Wish I could be with you, I wish I could just sit on your face and let you work your magic on me.”, you moan.
“Don’t say that, you know how much I love you taking charge.”, Dick whines, the outline of his cock in his Nightwing suit is so obvious now.
It’s pulsing against his stomach but he has to resist touching himself, your breathy moans ring in his ears making his legs tremble.
“Baby girl please, tell me what you’re doing.”
You moan again, plunging your fingers back into your cunt, “C-Couldn’t help myself, had to fill my lonely pussy. I’m fingering myself, I’m going slow I promise. Just filling myself so I’m ready for you when you get home. In and out, in and out, just like a good girl.”, you sigh, taking a picture so he can see for himself.
The moment he gets the photo he curses outloud, breathless and needy to the sight of your creamy pussy being split open by your cute fingers.
“(Y/n) I’m gonna suck your fingers so hard when I get home. Gonna taste you on them and fill you up with my cock.”, he whines.
You giggle into the phone, fingers still pumping into you, “Only if you let me milk your cock with my mouth, love feeling you squirt all over my tongue. The way you moan for me when I make a show of swallowing your load is just so cute.”
Your hand leaves your breast and travels down to your little clit. Pinching and rubbing at the little bundle of nerves, you lift your hips just a bit to reach that sweet spot inside. You moan into the phone, listening to Dick praise you.
“I-I love you so much.”, you moan outloud, imagining your fingers to be his.
He repeats those sweet words to you and begs you to cum for him. You whimper, raising your hips just a bit more to hit that spot that would send you over the edge.
“Are you cumming (y/n), are you cumming to the thought of me? I can’t wait to see you, promise I’ll make it up to you for making you feel so lonely.”, he pants for breath into the phone.
“I-I am! I’m going to cum, I’m doing it for you. Doing it for my husband.”, you gasp rolling onto your stomach to bounce your hips back onto your fingers.
The loud wet sounds of your pussy fill the phone, along with your sexy little moans. Dick is rushing home, swinging from building to building on his grappling hook and racing across rooftops.
“Hold it in baby, I’m almost there. Promise we can do it together.”, he speaks in a hurried tone but you’re almost at your peak.
“C-Can’t wait…praise me more. Tell me what you’ll do when you get home.”, you beg sweetly.
“(Y/n) I swear I’m going to pound you into the mattress. You’re going to have to call off work tomorrow because I’m gonna be fucking you in positions you’ve never even heard of before. I’m gonna make you scream so loud the neighbors will call the police and even then I’ll answer the door with you riding my cock!”, he shouts, already able to see your apartment building in the distance.
God that thought alone pushes you over the edge, your legs and hips shake as a powerful orgasm washes through your pussy. You leave your fingers inside, mesmerized by the feeling of your spasming walls constricting around them. Dick moans with you, hearing the familiar sounds of your orgasming body in sheer pleasure.
“Oh sweet girl yes! God I’m going to burst!”, he moans into the phone. You accidentally hang up on him, having rested your cheek against the end call button.
You wanted to whine and call him back but a loud thud against your windowsill made you jump in fright. Your window flies open and Nightwing is glaring at you as he hops in. You can see the outline of his cock in his suit and notice the wet stain soaking through the fabric.
“I thought you were still o-“
“Get on my cock and ride me, if I don’t get to cum in your pussy within the next five minutes I swear you’ll regret ever making that call.”, he purrs darkly, stripping of his suit and mask until only your chisled bodied husband stands before you.
Your legs quiver at his sudden aggression but it’s nothing a sweet kiss can’t cure. He falls into your embrace and kisses your lips, sinking his cock into your gummy walls. He’d hold you all night long because after all you did miss him.
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gatorbites-imagines · 11 months
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Dick grayson x male reader (preferably YJ verse)
Reader is Clark's bio son and their both hopelessly in love but reader is scared of dicks dating history and how close he's with all his exes and he doesn't want to get burned in the process
Dick Grayson x kryptonian male reader
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Featuring some of my kryptonian headcanons.
You and Dick would be close even before the young justice team was made, since Bruce and Clark worked side by side so much as you were growing up. That results in you two knowing each other pretty well.
You would both be crushing on one another, but neither of you would confess or think the other feels the same way. Dick would the one to go off and date other people whilst you just stayed single and nursed what you thought was your one-sided crush.
Clark would have realized very early on how you were feeling for Dick, and he would tease you good naturedly about how you keep purring when your around him, saying its good he cant hear those frequencies or dick would have known immediately too.
You bring kryptonian makes you one of the team’s power houses, since you pack a major punch and other very strong powers. This results in you also looking out for a lot of the other team members just in case.
You’ve taken many hits for Dick over the years, since you on instinct keep a closer eye on him than everyone else. It’s not on purpose, you just do.
When Conner shows up, you don’t turn him away like others and treat him like a fellow kryptonian even if your dad is having some issues with being cloned. You don’t blame Conner for being created, and you just want to help out.
This leads to you and Conner getting close, and you teaching him about the weird quirks that come with being part Kryptonian. He almost exposes you when he asks why you purr so much around Dick, but you quickly shut him up.
Pretty much everyone can tell Dick is just as head over heels for you in return, it’s probably why some of his past relationships ended. I could imagine his partners realizing he was pining hard for you, which lead to a breakup for the most part.
Dick would think you don’t want a relationship in general since you’ve never been in a relationship with anyone, but everyone knows its because you pine after him too.
You two circling eachother like a pair of peacocks has been the cause of many tired conversations between your dads or your teammates. Bruce and Clark have known for years that you two like each other, but they also don’t want to push either of you to confess if you arent ready.
Your teammates have bets on how long its gonna take, Roy is the winner right now, since the bet was made years ago and he bet it would take you guys years, whilst the others said months or a year max.
You guys “hang out” all the time, but its very much just dates without you guys admitting it is. Like going out to eat together, going to the movies, or you flying around with him in your arms just for fun.
You guys end up kissing when you’ve been hit with a pretty strong dose of kryptonite, and you were loopy and weak. You weren’t sure you would make it out, so you kiss him.
Of course, you survive, and try to ignore that anything actually happened since you still think he doesn’t like you in return, and you fear you might have ruined your friendship.
It doesn’t help that all his exes are so attractive and skilled that it makes you insecure. Dick isn’t doing well with you avoiding him, as you go as far as using your super hearing to avoid him.
It ends up being Wally or Conner who explains to Dick that you feel insecure and like you won’t be able to meet his standards, which Dick doesn’t understand because he thinks your so far out of his league.
He would want to talk to you, but again, you’re avoiding him. Dick ends up getting the help from teammates and probably even Clark as you can’t outfly your dad like you can some of the others.
Finally, you two get to talk it all through, tears or shed, both sad tears and happy tears. You both feel so stupid cuz you’ve liked each other for years, but neither of you realized or confessed.
It takes a while after you start dating for you not to feel insecure or like you can’t meet some invisible standard, but Dick being so insanely smitten as he is helps quite a lot.
Your teammates have definitely joked that Dick would kiss the very ground you walk on if you asked, not that you wouldn’t do the same though.
You two are so cute together its almost sickening honestly. Always near eachother, holding hands, cuddling, kissing. The amount of flirting you do over comms now that you are together is unbelievable.
You’re very happy, though the insecurity does pop up at times. Your families and friends are happy you two finally confessed too. And Roy won the bet and became a richer man.
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002yb · 7 months
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Dick and Jason being mistaken as Damian's parents in school (and Damian don't deny it)
When Damian feels truly ill, he doesn't call for Bruce or Alfred or even Dick. No, this boy wants his League of Assassins nursemaid (whether Jason remembers him or not)
Jason acts entirely put off and inconvenienced to be called out on a random weekday at midday by the demon brat, but then Damian comes at him with the softest request to come care for him
Spoken in Arabic because Damian doesn't want anyone to understand just how unwell and vulnerable he is/feels
Jason is flummoxed, then frantic because that's his charge - his baby needs him and everyone needs to get the fuck outta his way
Al Ghul conditioning, Jason will explain later. Though really it's just Jason's penchant for caretaking and his undying love for this brat he raised
Only Jason doesn't have a car - he's not putting a sick kid on his bike fffffffffff
So he goes to 'borrow' some unsuspecting citizen's car.
Only to be caught by Officer Grayson, of all people. And the vibes are very l: Just Dick standing by staring at Jason who is mid swing with a tire iron to break through the car's window. Jason staring back before pulling at Dick's heartstrings - looking every bit the distressed mother nanny Jason is because he's gotta get to his boy
ANd Dick is so soft, utterly weak. Especially with Jason. But then Jason says Damian and Dick is Σ(°ロ°) because their Damian?
Dick calls off of work mid shift, takes the patrol car and then they're flying across town, sirens blaring.
They straight up drift up to the front of Gotham Academy before they're sprinting to the front office for their boy
And the staff is all sorts of surprised because they'd been certain Damian was Bruce's kid? Here are these two clearly very young fathers who are very frantic about their child's health though and it makes sense - Damian probably is adopted. It would be no surprise that Bruce's adopted children would look into adoption, too.
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While Dick signs Damian out of school for the day, Damian is brought out of the nurse's office and beelines it for Jason.
Straight up walks into Jason's space and presses his head into Jason's chest and silently demands to be held.
It's darling. So cute.
Then Jason holds him. All soft and sweet to contrast how he huffs and puffs and frets.
And Dick, still signing Damian out, sees and just - it takes him out at the knees. Utter KO. They have to wait at the nurse's office even longer as Dick comes back to. It's embarrassing. Jason doesn't know what the fuck is happening.
He's got Damian koala'd around his middle. He's got Dick with his head on Jason's lap.
Bruce comes in at some point and ahhhhhhahahaha this man is stoic as ever, but for real he's teeming with jealousy he also wants to lay over his babygirl's lap what the hell.
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