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adrunkskeletonsduck · 1 year

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Pʀᴇᴛᴛʏ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Tʜɪɴɢs

➜ Pairing: Dick Grayson x villain!reader

➜ Synopsis: If he could find one word to describe the situation, Dick would describe it as lamentable. Sure it was nothing out of the ordinary, hell he was used to getting kidnapped but this particular situation stuck out above the rest. It wasn't the fancy apartment nor the lack of restraints rubbing against his wrist but you. Your…hospitality was…different, you were different and only heaven knows what kind of baseless depravity you would bring upon his life

➜ Warnings: F!reader, mentions of kidnapping, use of sedatives, word throw up, not properly proof read

➜ Word Count: 1.3k

➜ Notes: got tired of my old post format so I’m changing it, also I haven't wrote in a almost two weeks so excuse me if this is absolute dog shit

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He opened his mouth to speak, to ask who the hell were you and where the hell was he, but then came muffled banging from outside the lavish apartment he sat in and you pressed a gloved finger to his lips, shushing him as you waited for the sound to subside and sending him a wink. After a moment you removed your finger reaching behind you and pulling out a metal collar from your utility belt and snapping it closed around his neck. A shock collar. That made him scowl, stretching his neck as if that would somehow help take it off.

You pulled the gun away collapsing onto the couch in front of him with an exasperated sigh. Now that all the noise from outside was gone, along with the people making it, you felt comfortable speaking, “Maybe I should just keep you to myself, Joker never mentioned how pretty you’d turn out to be.”

“The Joker?” Dick repeated, you were working for the Joker?

“Mhm, the man has some grand plan for you. Although I’m not sure I’m very okay with letting such a pretty little thing like you go to waste for another of his stupid stunts. I’m not one to waste after all.” A wide grin stretched across your face as you answered him, and your eyes slid over to meet his masked ones. Dick didn’t reply, moving onto another question that had been prodding at his mind since he had woken up.

“How did I get here?” The last thing he remembered was getting jumped by some of red hoods goons, while coming back from a failed attempt at tracking down red hood. You pushed yourself up from the black couch you sat on, his eyes following your frame as you made your way to a small kitchen. From the way the room was laid out he assumed it was some type of lavish hotel. Definitely an odd place to take your captive.

He watched as you filled a kettle with water, setting it down to boil on the stove and answering him, “Found you with a bunch of red hood’s men. They left you unattended and I figured I could make some kind of cash of of you.”

You snickered, but your words set him off a bit, he would truly never understand people like you. Villains.“Thats all I am to you? Just another quick buck, not even a person?”

“Maybe,” you said with a shrug, and Dick could hear the smirk in your voice as you continued, “Why, you trying to be something more to me bird boy?” The hero scuffed at what you were insinuating. You may have had the looks to reel him, or any man for that matter, in but looks weren't everything.

Neither of you said anything after that, instead he listened to you work in kitchen. Listened to the sound of your footsteps and opening of cabinets followed by the clank of two mugs as you set them on the counter, and in the background, he could hear the faint sound of boiling water.

You seemed to be distracted enough, maybe he could make a run for it a small voice in his head whispered, but he was quick to remember the shock collar around his neck and it made his scowl deepen. What was he to you, some kind of pet that you could just sell? It angered to him to his core. His visit to Gotham had already been just short of a vacation, but this was less than ideal.

The sound of your footsteps approaching shook him out of his thoughts, and brought him back to the real world. You handed a steaming cup of what he assumed was tea, with a small warning of ‘carful its hot’ before blowing on your own and taking a small sip. Then you were rushing off to the bathroom, setting your mug on the further side of the coffee table and out of his reach as you disappeared behind the door and out of sight once more.

Dick knew that the smart thing to do would be to switch the drinks or not drink it at all, however he also knew he most likely wouldn’t be able to stand up without being shocked into unconsciousness and you seemed to had done a good job at keeping anything that could help him get out of the god-awful collar out of reach. His hands may not have been tied together, but you had taken away all his toys and his legs were bound with another heavy-duty metal clamp that wouldn’t allow him to walk or even hop. He decided on the later, letting the beverage sit in his lap untouched as he assessed the apartment.

After a few minutes the door to the bathroom swung open, and he turned his head as you exited, cursing and shoving things into a black clutch. You were no longer wearing a skin tight suit, instead you were in a ankle length dress, a sharp slit starting at the mid of your thigh. Small hoops adorned your ears, matching the necklace that hung from your neck and your bracelets clacked against each other as you moved, making rhythm with the click of you heals on the faux wood floor. Your hair was pulled up with pretty jeweled clip, loose strands pulled out to frame your face.

Only when you had everything in your bag did you turn to him, shutting it with a small click, “I have places to be, and a boring gala to attend so please drink your tea and don’t disappear on me,” you told him, and then your lips curled down in a frown when you saw he hadn't even touched the beverage. Dick made no move to drink it and you sighed,

“I had a feeling you wouldn’t trust it,” you grumbled reaching into your purse and pulling out a syringe full of sedative, “you bat boys just have to make everything the more complicated don’t you.” Rounding the corner, you came around the couch and grabbed him, pushing the collar down just a bit and positioning the needle.

Dick jerked back from your hold, twisting away from you and squirming, “Don't you dare,” he growled through clenched teeth. You just sighed wrapping a hand around his neck to hold him still and pulling him back towards you before injecting him with the sedative.

“Sorry pretty boy, but I can't have you going anywhere on me.” Almost instantly his eyelids were drooping and he was having to fight to stay keep his eyelids open and himself conscious. He felt you lean down and press a light kiss to his cheek, before gathering your things and getting up. It made his stomach churn unpleasantly.

“Be a good boy while I’m gone.” That was the last thing he heard from you before he slipped out of consciousness.

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makethatelevenrings · 11 months

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Contaminated // D. Grayson x f!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY. Minors get BACK. Go yearn for the mines awaY FROM HERE. Emotions! Sex pollen but it’s enthusiastic consent. Unprotected sex.

Summary: Three months ago, Dick Grayson told you he didn’t love you anymore and walked out the door. Tonight, you found yourself the unwitting victim of a Poison Ivy attack that forces Dick Grayson to end up on your doorstep once again. Will he help or will he leave once again?

Your hands shook as you unlocked the door of your apartment. Your skin prickled as the fabric of your hoodie scraped against the sensitive skin of your arms. A desperate whimper escaped your lips at the way your very cells seemed to burn with the strength of a thousand suns.

Somehow you got your mind straight long enough to lock the door behind you before you stumbled towards your bedroom. You kicked off your shoes as you went and your hoodie soon followed. Fuck, it wasn’t enough. Everything was hot but at the same time, you felt sweaty and chilled like you had a fever.

Something was wrong.

Grabbing your phone, you fought against the blurring of your vision in order to locate the contact you needed. You knew she would pick up the phone in seconds because she was glued to her tech everyday.

“What’s up, babes?” Barbara answered after the first ring. “If you’re calling to reschedule brunch, I have terrible news for you. I won’t allow you to skip out aga-”

“Babs,” you rasped. “Something’s wrong.”

The cheery tone fell from the redhead’s voice in seconds and you heard her start typing on her keyboard. “Where are you?”

“Home. I was walking home from work when Ivy attacked the park and I think I inhaled some of the spores. I don’t…I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Barbara swore under her breath. “The closest person to you is Nightwing.”

Your heart dropped. No. Not him. “Who else?”

“Everyone else is busy. I’m sorry, but I’m sending him.”

Your stomach cramped painfully, nearly knocking you to your knees, and you let out a groan. “Okay, okay. Fuck it. Fine.”

“We’re going to help you. I promise. I have to go handle something right now, but I’ll make sure I check on you.”

“Thanks, Babs.” Your breath escaped you in short pants, like a dog in heat. Fuck, it was hot in here. You wanted nothing more than to strip off your pants and shirt and lay on the cool tile of your bathroom, but you couldn’t. Not when he was coming over.

Richard Grayson, your ex boyfriend. Richard Grayson, the man who came over one night three months ago and broke up with you on your doorstep. Richard Grayson, the man you had loved for years until your heart shattered with a few words.

“I don’t love you anymore,” he had said. And then he dropped a box of your things on the doorstep and walked out of your life.

Fuck Dick Grayson. Fuck Nightwing. Fuck him and his pretty boy smile. He could go to hell.

“Shit.” As if the mere thought of your ex triggered it, you were suddenly acutely aware of the seam of your pants pressing against the sensitive flesh of your cunt. Shit shit shit, you cannot be horny in front of Dick Grayson. You just needed to keep a level and calm head until he gave you the antidote and then you could send him out on his ass.

Another wave of shaking wracked through your body and you let out a hiss of pain, doubling over until your face met the soft fabric of your comforter. Your body joined you on the mattress and you pulled yourself up until your cheek rested on the cool rayon fabric of the pillow. Curling your knees up towards your chest, you let the shakes consume you and prayed that Dick wasn’t so over you that he refused to come.

As though he heard your thoughts, you heard the window to your living room slide open. The slight screech of the old rubber sides sounded faster than normal and you figured he just wanted to get this over with.

The window shut and footsteps pounded towards the door to your bedroom. Your teeth chattered violently as you shook with this hellish hot/cold state your body had been thrust into. The shaking made it hard for you to lift your head, but you were able to make eye contact with the last man you wanted to see.

“Fuck,” Dick said in greeting. “Babs said Ivy got you, but she didn’t say it was this bad.”

You willed your jaw to stop rattling and shrugged. “Ran home so I didn’t pass out on the sidewalk or something.”

He stripped off his glove and pressed the back of his hand against your cheek. Shit. Oh fuck. Just the feel of his skin against yours was euphoric. A small mewl escaped you and your back arched in some desperate attempt to get closer to him. Dick ripped his hand away, a panicked look flitting across his masked face.

“Damnit Ivy,” he snarled.

“Am I dying?” It certainly felt like it. Your skin prickled painfully at the loss of contact and you tried to hold back the burn of tears that grew in your eyes.

“No, you’re not dying.” His hand drifted up to his ear where you knew a comms device rested. “Ivy hit her with sex pollen.”

A startled, albeit bitter, laugh escaped you and you shook your head. Of fucking course. Sex pollen meant you would have to wait for the antidote and get progressively hornier and in more pain. Or you could get off…

On autopilot, your hand drifted down to the waistband of your pants but the small part of your brain still in control screamed at you to stop. Tearing your hand away, you inhaled deeply and pressed your face further into the pillow. Not when he’s here.

“Just go get the antidote and I’ll suffer for a bit,” you snapped.

Dick barked out a sardonic laugh. “Do you really think I’m going to leave you like this?” Oh, the irony. If you weren’t burning up, you would laugh in his face and tell him to get the fuck out. All you could manage was glaring at him from your fetal position.

“I thought leaving was your specialty,” you hissed, venom lacing your tone. Your barb made a direct hit because his trained impassive face crumpled for a brief second. The cool drag of a tear along your cheek made you aware of the rising heat in your face and you brushed the tear away.

“Fuck you Richard Grayson. I know you don’t want to be here so you can go. I’ll just wait until someone can bring me the antidote.”

“You’re in pain,” he said barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, well, as if you care. I’ll just call Wally or Kaldur. Hell, I’ll call up Jason. I’m sure he won’t mind helping.”

“Stop,” he growled. “You won’t call anyone. I’m here. I’ll help you.”

Despite the aching weakness in your bones, you pushed up off the mattress so you could face him fully. Your arms trembled with exertion, but somehow you held yourself up.

“You left me. I don’t know what I did to make you hate me or whatever, but you left me and so you don’t have a right to be concerned. So do what you do best, Dick, and leave.” You were impressed by the way your voice stayed firm despite the tears streaming down your face. You were bracing yourself to see him walk out once more, leaving you in pain, both emotional and physical this time.

He turned away, showing you the kevlar spandex weave of his suit on full display. Just a few more steps and he would be out the window and out of your life again. Your breath caught in your throat, the pain surging through your veins. You whimpered and started to slowly lower yourself back down, but two strong hands settled on your shoulder and waist. Dick curled himself around you as if he could protect you from the fire licking at your insides. You shuddered at the firm pressure of his hands on you and in the moment of clarity, raised your chin to meet his gaze.

He had taken the mask off.

“It hurts,” you whispered.

His head lowered and he inhaled deeply before speaking once more. “I can’t, baby. You’re not thinking straight.”

Clasping your hands against his cheeks, you drew his head up and leveled him with a look. “Please, Dick. Make the pain go away.”

You had missed the taste of him. Dick’s hands drifted down to your hips as he slotted his lips against yours and pushed you back to lay against the bed. A gasp escaped you and he swallowed it with his tongue that pushed into your mouth. Everything was happening so quickly that it made your head spin in the best way possible. You shuddered as he unbuttoned your pants and slipped his long fingers under the band of your underwear.

“Oh,” you moaned as he brushed the rough pad of his finger along your slit. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the hollow of your throat before nipping at the soft skin of your jaw. Your legs closed instinctively as the toxin mixed with instinctive lust surged through your veins. Dick tutted and tugged at the hem of your shirt. You let him remove it and then he made quick work of your pants and underwear.

And then he stood up, unzipped his suit, and revealed the body you had dreamed about for nights.

Dick wasted no time in scooping you up and settling you between his legs, your back against his chest. One of his hands tugged your knee, pulling your legs apart, as the other drifted down to your soaked pussy.

“That’s my pretty girl,” he purred as you sagged against his chest. Dick nuzzled his nose against your temple as his fingers rubbed in lazy circles over your swollen cunt. Anytime your hips shifted, he made sure to keep you steadily locked in his hold.

“That feel good, baby?” he breathed. You nodded, too blissed out to speak, and he grinned that cocky smile you missed so much. Dick tipped your chin back and pulled you in for a filthy kiss, his tongue searching your mouth and leaving the lingering taste of his peppermint gum on your lips.

Your orgasm rocked through you faster than you expected thanks to the pollen flooding your veins. Legs trembling, you shook and thrashed against Dick as your cunt clenched around empty air. Dick held you tightly against him and continued his ministrations until you were whining about how it was-

“Too much. Ah! Dick, too much.”

“You’re still burning up, baby,” he murmured.

“I need your cock. I need you to fuck me again. I missed the feel of you in me, Dick.”

His tongue trailed along the sweaty line of your neck and your back arched off of his chest as he left along a cool trail. His slick soaked fingers drifted up to rub and pinch your nipples, alternating between both with equal devotion.

“Did you fuck anyone else?” he panted. “Tell me, baby. Did another man make you feel as good as I do?”

“No!” You needed him to fill you. You would combust if his long cock didn’t enter you in the next five seconds. You struggled against his grip in an attempt to flip yourself over and ride him, but Dick was too strong.

“No,” you gasped. “I touched myself and thought of you. No other man could satisfy me.”

As though you were a delicate package, he cradled your head as he slid you down onto the mattress and slotted himself between your spread thighs.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, princess.”

Any retort left you as your mouth dropped open. Three months without him had made you forget how fully he consumed you. Your folds parted as he split you open with his shaft, whimpers and pants escaping him as he slowly and surely slid into your waiting body. He hefted your legs up and you wrapped them around his waist as he finally bottomed out.

“I missed you,” he murmured.

You, your traitorous mind echoed. Not this. You.

No. This was just his way of helping you.

A throaty groan tore past your lips as he pulled out, the veins of his cock dragging against your walls, and then pushed back in. Your eyes rolled back as he brushed against your g-spot. He was more than just his name, not by much. Dick Grayson laid pipe like he was a union plumber going on forty-five years.

“Fuck me like you mean it, Grayson.”

He yanked his hips back and drilled into your cunt. You clawed at his back as he started to jackhammer into you. The fever was slowly abating as your second orgasm built. You lifted your hands to play with your own tits but he batted them away. Dick ducked his head down and enveloped your right nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking at the soft skin there. The constant stimulation adding to the electricity surging through your veins and you threw your head back. Dick let go of your breast with a soft pop and he stroked your cheek, dragging your attention back to him.

“Look at that, princess. Look at how well you take me,” he said. You nodded dumbly at his words and he forced your head up. Your gaze fixed on the way his cock slid in and out of you and, coupled with the feeling of him inside of you, had your second orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

“That’s it. There’s my good girl. You were made to take me. I missed fucking this pretty pussy. I. missed. you.” He punctuated the last three words with deep thrusts before he pulled out and let his cum streak along your tits. Dick’s chest heaved with exertion but he reached up and pressed the back of his hand to your forehead and then to your cheeks.

“How…how is it?” you asked.

He scooted back a bit and leaned forward so he was bracketing your hips. “You like doggy style, right?”

A pounding headache and a dry mouth was your morning gift. The warmth of the sun touched your cheeks gently and you relaxed when you realized you were no longer sweating buckets and burning up.

But a heavy, warm presence was still in your bed.

You slowly turned over to face Dick who was already awake. He reached up and checked your temperature again before offering you a wry smile. “Fever broke. You passed out around orgasm number six. I got you some water and snacks and you’ll need to take a shower. I can start the laundry once you’re in the shower. I’ll wait to leave until you’re feeling alright. Just to make sure you’re okay.”

Your heart ached at the tenderness of his words. This was the man who practically launched himself off the couch to get you a bandaid after you gave yourself a papercut while reading a book. This was the man who kept your favorite coffee and tea stocked at his place. This was the man who walked out on you and told you that he didn’t love you anymore.

“Dick…” Your soft voice stopped him from climbing out of the bed. He settled in next to you, the thin sheet pooling at his waist and revealing his well-muscled torso.

“I left because they put a hit on your head,” he said. Warm breath washed over your face and you shivered at the contact. His azure eyes searched your face before he continued.

“I couldn’t risk losing you. Permanently. I’ve buried too many people, baby, and I refuse to lose you until you’re old and gray.”

“No one knows I’m connected to Nightwing,” you whispered.

“No, but they know you were connected to Dick Grayson. There are a lot of people that aren’t happy about what I’ve been doing to help Bludhaven. I’ve made enemies and they knew exactly where to target.”

“But Nightwing stopped them, right?”

His full lips lifted at the corners, amused at your unfailing trust in him, and he nodded. “Destroyed their entire operation.”

“So there was no threat.”

His eyes softened and he reached up to touch your cheek. “Being with me puts you at risk. Always.”

“I never felt as safe as I did with you. Last night, you helped me because you would never let anything hurt me. Right? You’ll never let anyone hurt me.”

He moved in close and pressed a delicate kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips drifted down to lay a kiss to each eyelid, cheek, your nose, chin, and finally landing on your lips. This wasn’t the rushed, burning kisses from the night before.

This was soft and gentle and, underneath the veneer of sweetness, it was an apology.

“I’ll go get the shower started so it’s warm,” he murmured once he pulled away. “And I’ll cook breakfast while you’re getting clean.”

“And we’ll talk?”

He smiled. Not the fake media smile he perfected years ago. Not the confident, cocky grin he gave his teammates. It was the smile only you saw. The soft, tender curve of his lips as his vulnerability shone through.

“Yeah.” His fingers interlaced with yours. “We’ll talk.”

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hearts4robs · 6 months

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𝐓𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ☕️

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Fandom. DC

Pairing. Richard(Dick) Grayson x f!reader

Genre. fluff/soft/sfw🍊

Word count. 1271

Warnings. None :)

Req. This wasn’t requested <3

Summary. Spending an afternoon in with your busy boyfriend was a foreign thing for the two of you. It only made it that more special when Dick for once wasn’t a dick. A quiet movie night sounds about right.

Notes. This story isn’t proof read, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way :) <3

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It’s not that Dick isn’t an affectionate and loving guy; he really is. He’s just... a bit of an asshole, really.

He doesn’t think before he speaks; he’s hot-headed, and his temper isn’t easy to dance around. And it certainly doesn’t help if he’s stressed out or pressured into something, not that you’d ever pressure him into anything.

Dick was, in fact, a great boyfriend. He treated you well, communicated decently, and tried to see you as often as possible, despite his busy schedule.

But for once, Dick had an afternoon off. Totally cleared; no work, no training, nothing. So now he has time to spend with you. And when he finally submerged in the sheets of your shared bed, he headed directly for you. With messy, black bedhair and groggy eyes, his arms snaked around your waist, squeezing you lazily. A small grunt escapes you as you almost drop the tea bag that was in your hand.

“Good morning, Dick. Slept well?” You grunt out, your own voice a little hoarse for the lack of use the past few hours. Dick slowly loosens his arms around you, his hands cupping each side of your ribs and his fingers tracing circles over the fabric of your shirt. His nose searches for your neck, piercing through your hair as his eyes flutter closed, inhaling you.

"I've slept good.. real good.” He mutters, his voice groggy and strained with sleep. I press a kiss on your hair before pulling his heavy head back up. He straightens up as he opens his eyes again. “Making tea, I see?” He speaks as you lower the teabag into your mug.

You nod your head, patiently waiting for the kettle on the stove to boil your water. You turn around in Dick’s arms, a groggy and lazy smile appearing as soon as he sees your face.

“Do you want a cup?” You ask him, your hand brushing a few wild strands of hair out of Dick’s eyes, his eyelashes fluttering briefly before he focuses on you again. He smiles before ducking his face into the crook of your neck again, nuzzling his nose into the warm, soft skin of your neck. “No thanks,” he mutters, politely declining your offer, his warm and quiet breath fanning over your neck. “I’ll just steal a few sips from you.” A soft smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and Dick inhales your natural scent deeply. It fills his lungs and the pit of his stomach with comfort.

He litters a few kisses on the skin of your neck, obviously still tired from his nap. Your fingers push his hair pack, scratching his scalp. He groans contently, humming quietly as he enjoys the touch of your cold finger against his warm scalp. “I’m assuming you’ve got the afternoon off?” You ask him, your other arm wrapping around his waist. Dick nods, once again lifting his head to look at you. A smile tugs at his lips. “Yeah, rest of the night.” He says, blinking a few times in a row to really adjust to the cool lighting of the kitchen. "What does that mean?" You trail off a little, your smile turning into a playfully smirk as the hand your prior had buried in his hair travels to his chest, caressing his chest through his t-shirt. “movie marathon?” You finish, your smirk turning into a grin as you wrap your arms around his neck. He tightens his arms around your waist, pressing you back against the edge of the kitchen counter, dipping down, and pressing a few lazy kisses to your lips.

“Sure,” he mutters, his lips sculpting against yours. “as long as I get to choose.” His words get lost in your lips, his kisses trailing down your neck. Your head falls back slightly, a smile on your lips as Dick stops his kissing, once again hugging you tightly, his arms running up and down your back. A soft laugh escapes you, Dick straightening up again. His lips parted as if to speak. Before he gets to speak, he’s cut off by the howling of the kettle on the stove. Dick grunts quietly as your attention is torn away from him, your body turning around once again. He lets go of your waist, taking a small step backwards as he watches you.

You reach for the kettle, pouring the boiling water onto your mug, the flavor of the tea bag coloring the water quickly. You set the kettle back, taking your mug into your hands and turning it back around. Dick makes his way to the living room, which is openly connected to the kitchen. You follow, mug in hand, as you settle on the sofa beside Dick. Your muscles relax against him, with Dick lifting his arm and wrapping around your shoulder. His arm wraps around yours, his finger tips caressing your arm as he grabs the remote. He presses a kiss on your temple as he searches various streaming platforms for just the right movie. As he does so, you reach for the thick blanket lying a few inches from you. You pull it over you, tugging your knees up to your chest. Dick looks at you with a smile on his lips as he quickly tugs some of the blanket over him as well. The two of you melt against each other and into each other, like two separate pieces that fit perfectly together.

The movie plays, your eyes locked on the flashing screen as I mindlessly sip my tea. Dick glances at you, reaching over and wrapping his hand around the other side of the mug as you hold onto the handle. He leans closer, tilting the mug to his lips. He was definitely making it hard for himself, but his eyes were locked on the screen, like he didn’t want to miss a second. Your eyes land on him, a chuckle escaping your chest as you watch Dick. A few droplets of the hot tea roll down his chin before leaning back again.

“You’re making it very hard for yourself, babe.” You say, both your hands wrapping around the mug again before you press a kiss on his cheek. Dick simply hums out one of those 'I'm listening' sounds. Another small, breathy chuckle escapes you as your lips meet his cheek again. Dick simply squeezes your shoulders briefly with your kisses and laughs before just staring at the screen. He was barely blinking. A few more minutes pass, with a soft, tired smile on your lips as you lean your head against Dick’s. He tilts his head against yours, both of you breathing calmly. He turns his head slightly, his hand coming to the teacup again. He was like a little kid hyper-focused on his iPad, playing Coco-melon. You start smiling wider as you start guiding the mug to his lips. Dick is gulping the tea. He pulls away again, clicking his tongue before sighing contently.

You scoff out a chuckle before setting the now-empty mug on the coffee table. Dick’s eyes finally tear away from the screen, meeting your face. He quickly wraps his arms under your legs, turning you to face him, your legs over his lap. He re-wraps the blanket around the two of you, snuggling up with you. He sighed contently, his muscles relaxing as he finally embraced you. He finally had his whole world in his arms. Despite sometimes being an asshole and sometimes having an unhinged temper, he loves you.

And he’d rather die than not express that.

“I love you, [your name].” He mutters, squeezing you tighter.

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Notes . This is my first piece of “proper” writing in like, 2 or 3 years so I hope y’all like it🫶 I’d love receiving feedback in the comments or my request/letter box!

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aries-writingblog · 1 year

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If We Have Each Other

Summary: Dick Grayson has always been a saint for his friends, but especially for his best friend and her daughter.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: reader is a single mom, language, mention of adultery/ cheating

AN: this can be read as a platonic relationship or romantic, photos are from Pinterest

“Grayson, you’re an angel.” YN announced as she opened the apartment door.

Dick chuckled, turning away from his current task of gathering stray clothes that had never seemed to make it to the laundry basket. He dropped the pair of socks into the pile, quickly approaching the two newcomers.

“Oh, my favorite person in the world.” He reached out and snagged the baby from her hip. Olivia gurgled, her hands grabbing out for him. “And her mother, of course.”

“Ha, ha.” YN droned, allowing him to take both bags and the carrier from her, as well as the baby. “She was a little fussy during the night, but she’s happy as a lark now.”

“Never mind, that, I’ll handle it. Olive loves me.” Dick grinned, tilting the baby’s body side to side, only to listen to the giggling and cooing she made. He tucked her against his chest, cradling her with both arms. His attention returned to YN, as she closed the door. “How’ve you been holding up?”

YN exhaled. Hands falling to her hips.

He could see the exhaustion on her face. In her eyes. It was more than a restless night’s worth.

Between her job, errands, and daughter, YN was stretched thin. It was her own choice— a stupid one, considering Dick had offered his assistance, time and time again. She refused, more often than not.

It didn’t stop him from going over to her place and ripping the baby away, forcing her to relax.

He wished she would let him do more.

“I’ve been hanging in there.” She admitted I’m taking Night Shift next week, first time since Olivia was born.

“She can stay with me. I’d love to have a house guest; We can watch Golden Girls together and have all sorts of fun.” He promised, eager to lift her burden, even just for a few nights.

YN shook her head, instantly; She dug around through the backpack, brows furrowed. She swore she packed Olivia’s blanket…

“No, I’m calling the babysitter. She’s college age and could use the cash—“

“No way!” Dick interrupted. He sighed, shifting Olivia to his hip. His free hand reached out and brushed her arm. Holding at her elbow. YN finally stopped shuffling the items, meeting his eyes. “Look, I know it’s tough for you. And I know you want to do everything yourself, but I’m not gonna let that happen. You already know, I don’t mind helping out.”

YN swallowed, her eyes stinging with tears.

God, she didn’t deserve Richard Grayson.

He wasn’t the father of this baby, he wasn’t even in a romantic relationship with her, and here he was, giving up the best years of his life for some other man’s neglect.

For her choices.

And he did it all with a glimmering smile in his eyes.

“You’re a life saver, Richard Grayson.” She croaked, blinking rapidly to quell the tears before they fell.

Dick chuckled, lightly brushing the stray tears from her cheeks.

She had been all over the place, ever since she found out she was pregnant. Crying at the drop of a hat, angry the next, overwhelmingly happy, rinse and repeat.

He was fully capable of surfing the waves of mood swings, by now.

“I’m your life saver, baby.” He nodded. He placed a hand on her back, pushing her along toward his bedroom. “Now, shoo. Go and sleep. Relax. Take a bath, read some books. Lunch is in the fridge when you’re hungry. Let the babysitting commence!”

He turned, holding the baby above his head and stomping back to the spare room, turned Olivia’s room.

Olivia giggled, as Dick wiggled her body in the air.

YN smiled, shaking her head. That man was something else entirely.

Pulling into a safe parking space, Dick turned his car off, searching his console for his wallet. Olive sound asleep in her car seat in the back. The girl could sleep through a hurricane, as long as she was in a moving car.

He was impressed, really.

Exiting the car, he rounded the back— making a pit stop on the left to grab his bag— then to the right side of the vehicle. Opening the back door and unclipping the belts around the baby’s chest.

Olivia cracked her eyes open, at all the new movements, a yawn escaping her lips.

“Grocery shopping with Olive.” Dick sang, tugging the knitted beanie snuggly onto Olive’s head. Covering her ears as she awoke, groggily staring above his head, into the shaded skies of Gotham.

He slipped the baby carrier over his shoulders, then scooped Olivia from her car seat and settling her against his chest.

She made no fuss, just curled her fists between their chests and propped her head against him. Cooing quietly as she tried to settle back into her nap.

Dick locked the car behind himself, backpack full of baby supplies, and his own necessities, on his back. Baby on his front.

This was how a majority of his errands were run, now. His ‘leaving home’ list a bit longer. Keys, phone, wallet, baby, diapers, etcetera. He preferred this over his bachelor days, anyhow.

Snagging a cart on his way in, Dick shrugged the backpack over his shoulders. Depositing the bag into the largest portion of the metallic apparatus. Withholding the infant, still against his chest.

Dick was more paranoid than YN was about a baby in the world. Bludhaven wasn’t as dark or despicable as Gotham’s streets, but having grown up in the dark made his affinity for the light that much greater.

And he never let Olivia out of his sight.

That included grocery store shopping carts. Not only were they hot beds for every snot nose kid’s germs, Dick could see a scenario playing out before his eyes. He leaves Olivia in the cart, cart gets snagged, baby gets snatched, and bye bye Dick Grayson.

Six feet under, murdered by a very angry mother.

Snapping away from the violent daydreams sucking him toward a crisis, Dick refocused on where he had aimlessly drifted. Luckily, down the right aisle.

Breakfast foods.

“You want Cheerios?” He muttered, moving his chin back to look at her. She didn’t seem to care about his words. It didn’t matter to Dick. “Hell yeah.”

He tossed the box into the cart, picking up a few other breakfast materials as he went. Several aisles passed, Olivia keeping herself occupied as he shopped. He talked to her nonstop— convinced that her grasp on the language would be better if he did.

And he didn’t care how stupid he might’ve looked doing it. Anything for Olivia wasn’t stupid at all. He was long past looking stupid in public; It was a juvenile fear of his that he surpassed quite easily, after his first few patrols with Bruce.

“Does the Olive want olives?” He asked, showing her the jar. Olivia turned her head to the opposite aisle, her eyes scanning the items. Uninterested in his proposition. “Yeah, me either.”

Dick swapped out the jar for a smaller one, putting it in the cart instead. He had nearly gagged the day he saw YN eating olives out of the jar— like they were potato chips. And at first, he was going to blame it on her sixth month pregnancy situation, but he couldn’t even do that because she had eaten them on many things, willingly, before that incident.

He usually had a small jar at home— pushed to the very back of his fridge, where YN would be the only person to eat them.

He didn’t even want to look at the things.

Dick hummed under his breath, bouncing gently. Olivia let out a long noise, the tone fluctuating as he bounced her.

She ended in a giggle; Wild laughter that echoed along the aisle. Dick scrunched his nose, mocking her. She only laughed harder.

He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Dick pulled to a stop at the end of the aisle, glancing both ways before turning down the next.

But just as he pulled to a stop for Goldfish and other various crackers, he heard his name called from behind. Turning, keeping one hand on Olivia, his eyes landed on an approaching, feminine figure.

Kelly— the Police Sergeant’s secretary.

Her smile broadened as her eyes scanned to the baby strapped to his chest.

“I didn’t know you were a father.” Kelly smiled, her eyes switching back and forth from Dick to Olivia.

Dick laughed, following her gaze.

“Oh, technically— this is a friend.”

She blinked, brows creasing as her eyes flicked from the infant to the man she was strapped to again.

“The… baby?”

Dick gave an elated ‘uh-huh!’, before tilting his shoulder so that Olivia’s face was visible. Kelly cooed, doting on the baby instantly.

“Say hello, Olivia.” Dick shifted, trying to keep moving so that she wouldn’t fuss. “Her mom is a close friend and a single parent so, on my days off, I watch Olivia while she rests.”

“That’s so sweet of you.” Kelly pressed a hand to her heart, her eyes darkened, tilted so that she gazed at him through her lashes. Dick grit his teeth through a smile. “I’m sure her mom appreciates it.”

She was practically purring— in front of a baby, no less. A shiver of discomfort snaked down his spine.

He knew she had always been friendly with him at work, but he had never paid attention to just how friendly.

When he was younger, before YN and Olivia, perhaps he would have noticed. Perhaps he would have done something about it. But now, he just dreaded the scene that played out before him.

How was he supposed to word this and let her down easy?

“Yeah.” Involuntarily, his palm pressed to the back of his neck, brushing the strands away from his nape. “She’s a nurse at the hospital so her hands are always full.”

“I’ll bet you’re a hit with the ladies.” She giggled, fingertips brushing his bicep as she removed her hand from Olivia.

Bingo. Perfect opportunity.

“My days of chasing ladies are over, I’m afraid.” Dick chuckled, his hand pressed to Olivia’s back. She was wide awake now, and leaning into his palm, arms and legs outspread. Dangling from her seat. “It was nice seeing you, I’ve got a few more errands to run and Olivia has a date with a couple good looking toys on aisle seventeen.”

“Oh, don’t let me hold you up.” Kelly responded, her hands held in surrender. She gave another dazzling smile before leaning back down to the baby. “Bye, Olivia. It was wonderful to meet you. See you Monday, Grayson?”

“Monday, it is.” He confirmed, a nervous chuckle slipping from his lips. Satisfied with her work, Kelly turned on her heel and began making her way back to where she came from. Only glancing over her shoulder twice to send him a smirk— to ensure he was watching her walk away. Watching the sway in her hips.

As soon as she was out of sight, Dick exhaled a breath he hadn’t been aware was stuck in his chest.

“Oh, boy.” He groaned, relieved at his lonesomeness once again. Olivia gave a light grunt, fingers trailing over his lips. Removing the offending wigglers from his mouth, he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. “You’re a godsend, babe.”

She gurgled happily, completely ignorant of the words he spoke.

Even though she technically got him into the altercation, she also got him out of it. He didn’t feel bad taking advantage of her presence; Though, he may owe her a toy or two, after all.

It was mid afternoon before Dick and Olivia showed face at his apartment again. She was strapped to his chest, his arms full of his reusable grocery bags. Backpack on his back.

YN, who had taken it upon herself to finish up the laundry, pushed herself to her feet at his arrival. Her hands outstretched for the bags hanging from his arms.

He grunted.

“I’ve got them, don’t worry about that.” Dick refused. Instead, opening his arms so that she could unclip the infant.

So, she did what he asked. A wispy smile on her lips as she removed her daughter.

“Hello, darling. You have fun today?” YN asked, cuddling Olivia close to her chest. Dick gave an ‘uh-huh’ to answer; YN narrowed her eyes playfully, a smile pulling her lips involuntarily. “Were you able to get all your errands done?”

Dick nodded, dumping another bag onto the counter. He gathered a few items, then turned to put them away in the fridge.

“Yes. We went to the grocery store, the bank, picked up some documents from the station, defeated a whole gang of drug dealers, and got seven phone numbers.” He informed with a lilt in his voice. YN snorted, and Dick turned away from his fridge to continue his story. “You know how concerning it is that women practically fall over themselves for a guy with a baby? What if I were married?”

He pressed a hand to his chest, scandalously. As if adultery was the worst someone could do.

As if he didn’t see the utter destruction of human nature night after night.

“You should accept some of those, definitely.” She nodded, teasingly.

“Now why would I do that? I’ve got all the ladies I need, right here.” He grinned, holding her tightly against his side. She rolled her eyes when he squeezed her shoulder. “You staying for dinner?”

YN paused, running down her to do list. Nothing that couldn’t be put off another few hours.

“I don’t see why not, long as you’re not tired of us.” She bargained. Dick scoffed, sweeping her hair away from her face.

“Never.” He promised.

YN smiled gratefully, staring up at him. The domesticity of the moment was endearing. His blue eyes even more so. She should’ve been thinking a million different things— hell, she had been thinking at least a thousand before he looked at her like that.

Now, the only thought in her brain was that it was a shame her baby didn’t have those bright blue eyes.

A sudden, loud growling noise erupted from between the two adults. Yn’s face flushed with heat as she averted her gaze to the child in her arms.

“Speaking of dinner, someone is hungry. After that big day of fighting bad guys, we’ve got a tummy rumbling.” YN’s voice lowered, pressing kisses to Olivia’s face.

The baby laughed, her hands smacking her mother’s face and smushing her cheeks.

“You and me both, sister.” Dick concurred, brushing a hand over Olivia’s head.

YN readjusted to grab Dick’s backpack and start sifting through it.

“She have any milk left over?” She asked, pulling out his wallet and keys, pepper spray (like he wasn’t six foot and one eighty nine), various items of Olivia’s. She finally produced two empty bottles.

“Not a drop.”

“Damn.” YN muttered. Half relieved at the fact the infant was healthy and hungry, half annoyed she drank everything. Standing from her seat, YN began making her way out of the kitchen. “I didn’t have time to pump this afternoon, I slept most of it. Looks like we’re going old school, sugar.”

Dick reached over to the drawer beside the sink, rummaging through tea towels and potholders to find a burping rag.

YN caught it as he tossed it at her, throwing it over her shoulder. She made her way toward the living room to procure a modicum of privacy.

Dick hummed at her newest situation. He’d seen her topless far too many times to count. His embarrassment had long worn off.

That first night, in the hospital, he had tried to give her as much privacy and respect he could. He would turn away every time a nurse or doctor came in to check her; At every feeding, he would keep his eyes glued to her face so intensely it became a source of her self consciousness.

‘Get it over with and just look at my tits, Grayson.’

‘YN!’ He’d squawked— eyes going wide. She chuckled. ‘You’re my best friend and that feels like a boundary we shouldn’t cross.’

‘You’ve seen it all, Dick. Trust me when I tell you, this is the least embarrassing thing you’ll see me do from here on out.’

And she was right. As always.

But he liked to think himself a gentleman, and still gave her what she deserved in dignity.

Which is why he stayed in the kitchen, his back turned. YN’s soft hums floated in the air, along with the smells of dinner, being reheated on the stove.

It felt terribly domestic. It didn’t feel real. Like this was something he had dreamed up. Conjured in his mind to satiate his loneliness.

But his mind wouldn’t have made YN pregnant by a man who didn’t hold his word to her. Who didn’t have her back. Dick was too good a friend to imagine a future like that for her.

Even if he benefited from another’s loss. It hurt the ones he loved in the process.

“Your dinner, madam.” He presented the bowl graciously, his head dipping into a bow. YN snorted, eyes rolling. He settled in beside her, careful of the baby in the rocker in front of them. YN gently pushed it back and forth with her shin, keeping Olivia in motion. “Hey, wouldn’t it be hilarious if her first word was my name?”

YN sent him a side eye glance.

“If she says the word ‘Richard’ on first try, she’s—“

“No.” Dick laughed, the look of pure indignation on her face was too good to pass up. His original statement had been half a joke, but now… what he wanted to tell her wasn’t. He hesitated, fingers tracing over the handle of his spoon. “I mean like… dad.”

Yn’s chest tightened, her knee stopped moving. Her eyes pierced through him, though his own gaze remained glued to his soup.

She couldn’t say he had blind sided her— not really.

Dick had acted like Olivia’s father for as long as YN could remember. He had been the first person she called when she found out.

And he had been there every step of the way.

Of course, Olivia would call him dad. That was a given, that she had already confronted.

But for Dick to accept it? Encourage it?

That was almost too much to ask for.

“I’d like that,” YN murmured, clearing her throat. Dick’s gaze was heavy, as he lifted it to level with her. Her face was kind— her eyes gave away her true excitement. “You being her dad. Better than her real father.”

Dick scoffed, anger stabbing at his chest at the mention of the man who fumbled the best two people he had ever laid eyes on.

“That guy can kiss my entire ass.” He grumbled, tilting his bowl to his lips. YN hummed quietly, shifting Olivia closer to her body and carefully bringing a spoonful to to her own mouth. Olivia’s chubby hand reached up, attempting to disrupt the course. Dick smiled softly, reaching over and taking her hand. Pushing it down. “I do consider Olivia mine, you know. And you.”

He was trying to give her a heart attack.

And he was gonna get what he wanted.

Her heart pounded against her sternum. She had known for a while that Dick was slowing down in his older years. He hadn’t been on an actual date in… she couldn’t even remember.

At first she wanted to scold herself for being such a bad friend that she hadn’t even asked about his love life; But then, she realized, he hadn’t even mentioned anything like that recently.

He was being serious.

He hadn’t even needed to ask her and she agreed to his sentiments, wholeheartedly.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

“It’s nice to feel wanted.” YN murmured, failing at her attempt to guard herself.

Dick swore he heard heart strings snapping at her tone. He widened his legs, pressing his thigh to hers, ankles intertwined.

As close as he could get without disrupting their bowls, or the baby.

“I’ll always want you.” He promised, carefully leaning closer. “Even if you are obnoxious.”

YN let out a laugh, drenched in her tears. But Dick was prepared for them this time.

At least they were happy tears.

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Slumber Party?

A/N: This has no point. None at all besides cuddles and fluff :) Featuring a teensy bit of Bruce POV at the end.

Tags: Jason Todd x f!reader, Jason Todd x you, Jason Todd x Reader, Jason Todd, Red Hood, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Batfam, Batfamily, DC Imagines, Red Hood x f!reader, Red Hood x you, Red Hood x Reader, The Joker, Death in the Family, Lazarus Pits, Nightwing, Robin, Damian Wayne, Richard Grayson, Dick Grayson, Batfamily fluff

WARNINGS: mentions of grief/loss/depression

Summary: There's no better cure to a hard day than cuddles and ramen noodles.

Word count: 2.6k+

Grief is a funny thing.

Sometimes you feel it acutely, perhaps from the initial loss of someone close to you or ending a relationship. Other times it’s a chronic ache, visiting now and then to remind you of someone or something and drag your day to a halt.

Today, you were feeling the latter.

It’s been over four years since your brother died, and the pain is manageable now. In the beginning it was like losing a piece of yourself- it was losing a piece of yourself. Now, you think about him every day and even laugh at something which reminds you of him when your family gets together. It isn’t painful anymore, and you’ve accepted what’s happened and the fact that no one can change it. Overall, your heart did what hearts do. They heal around the hole left in them, and you push on to the next day.

You hadn’t had a bad day in a long while, and suppose you were due for one. The young brother and sister playing tag down the street were overflowing with youthful innocence, their excited shouts bouncing off concrete sidewalks and ancient brick buildings. When you realized the boy shared a name with your brother though, the pain crept back into the corners of your psyche. It wallowed there before swelling and penetrating the fenced-in part of your heart, tugging at the exposed heartstrings.

Hence, your current position. You shuffle down the grocery store aisle, one Airpod shoved into your ears and hood up while some celebrity podcast rambles to fill the void. A sniffle escapes without proper permission, and you hastily wipe your face with your sleeve. Tears prick at your eyes, and you blink rapidly while tossing a whole case of instant ramen into the cart. If there was anything you wanted to do, it was to sit on the couch with your electric blanket and eat shitty ramen while crying your eyes out.

Of course, nothing could be that easy.

Footsteps approach from behind, and you tense automatically. They’re short strides, and you discern it’s a young person fairly easily. Slowly, you lift the hood from your head and turn, furrowing your brow at the pint-sized person.

“Damian? What are you doing here?”

The youngest Wayne raises one aristocratic brow, wrinkling the smooth olive skin on his forehead. “Shopping, obviously.”

He launches himself up effortlessly, landing inside of your shopping cart. Of fucking course he does, because the big carts you hate pushing were the only ones left, and -oh yeah- he was Batman’s offspring.

“Seriously?” You groan and drop your head to the handle. “Dami, I’m really-”

“Sad? Upset? In need of comfort?”

This time you turn the whole cart around- Damian included- to face the second member of your pity party. Dick Grayson leans casually against the shelves, dressed in dark jeans and a blue sweatshirt, black hair tousled perfectly as per usual.

“God, you too? Can’t even shop without being bothered by your cult.” You bite out, snatching a package of tortillas from the shelf near Dick’s arm.

It was a bit more hostile than you intend, but you’re not in the mood for a Wayne Family intervention at the moment. You’ve had enough since Jason had come back from the dead.

“Hey, we really were just shopping and saw a familiar face. You looked sad, so Damian wanted to check on you.” Dick pushes away from the shelf.

And if that wasn’t the biggest load of shit you’d ever heard.

“Really? You two? Shopping?”

“Alfred is visiting family out of the country.”

You narrow your eyes. “And they entrusted shopping to the two members of the family least likely to step foot in the kitchen?”

“Tt. Nonsense. They entrusted shopping to me, since I am the only one capable of making and fulfilling a list.” Damian glances at his adopted brother. “Grayson is only here because I required a driver.”

“Uh-huh… Well, it’s always nice to see you guys, but I gotta go.” You haul Damian out of the cart by his armpits, eliciting a squawk of protest that almost breaks your eardrum. “Things to do.”

“Like crying by yourself at the store?” Dick presses.

You begin to push the cart away. “Goodbye Dick. Goodbye, Damian.”

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Back at your apartment, the TV blares a depressing Netflix documentary while you put your ramen in a bowl. While the depression you’d felt at first had ebbed away, being alone was not exactly helping the issue. Now it seems that each TV show or movie you attempt has something to remind you of the pain.

Ramen was the only comforting thing you sought.

While you were praying that Jason would be over soon, you refuse to admit it. Any text to him would cause worry, and the last thing you want is Jason to be in a hurry while doing his nightly business. With your luck, he would channel it into an explosive to take down a city block full of mob members and cause an all-out war. Maybe behead some druglords. Or torture a up-and coming criminal mastermind.

Or something else extreme. You’re not 100% accurate when it comes to predicting Jason’s pit-influenced creative thinking.

You continue on your journey back to the couch, and stoop to plug in your electric blanket. Tinny television speakers ramble on about the mistreatment of killer whales in captivity while you tuck yourself into the couch.

“Seclusion isn’t the ideal treatment for grief, you know.”

You leap up from the couch to face the fire escape window. Darkness is settling over Gotham, but you can see the faint glow of two lenses outside the open window. Damian nudges it open enough to crawl in, changing from a clumsy tumble into a graceful flip faster than you can blink.

“You’re breaking into my apartment now?” You don’t deign to give him a reaction, simply plopping down on the couch. As much as you hate to admit it, the adopted Wayne boys were something of brothers to you. Pushing them away at the store was nothing more than to protect yourself from embarrassment, but you can’t run away now.

“It wasn’t breaking in.” Damian said as he moves to sit beside you on the couch. “Your fire escape is always open.”

You grunt in answer and decide to slurp on ramen instead. Damian flicks his cape boredly and focuses on the TV.

“Are you watching a film about orcas?”

It’s kind of sweet, Damian sitting with you in an attempt to soothe the pain you were feeling. He might be Bruce Wayne’s son, but there’s a flicker of something more in the young man.

“Documentary.” You mumble around a mouthful of noodles. “Think ‘s called Blackfish.”

“Perfect.” Damian declares. “I enjoy educational programs. I will watch it with you.”

Your heart flickers at the statement. So young, yet striving to be the most intelligent creature he can. But if there was one thing you know, it’s that where there’s a Robin, there’s a Batman not far behind.

“Where’s your father?”

Damian huffs and falls back into the couch cushions. “Meeting with Gordon.”

You nod. “I’m sure he’s not thrilled about where you’re at.”

It wasn’t that you and Bruce didn’t like each other. Moreso the fact that he disapproved of Jason’s actions, and you were aligned with Jason. Therefore, you got the same end of the stick as the Red Hood: the shitty side.

“Tt. His petty disagreements with Todd are none of my concern.” He answers haughtily, “Besides, he has no direct quarrel with you. Nor would he, since I am helping you.”

You look away from the whales. “Are you?”

As usual, the sarcasm soars over Damian’s head. “Of course. You’re having a day of mourning, and as I said: it’s unhealthy to be alone.”

You ignore the pang of sadness and smile at him. “You know, Damian, you’re my favorite of the Wayne wards.”

He scoffs in the most menacing way an eleven-year old can. “We both know that’s a lie.”

After a good ruffling of his ornery black locks, you lean back into your side of the couch and collect your rapidly cooling bowl to finish it.

The documentary continues on, and you zone out. Tapping away at Twitter and Instagram draws your attention, and by the time the apartment door opens, you’re dozing off. Your phone has slipped from your grip and the afghan blanket has been tugged across the couch. A warm weight leans into your side, and you decide moving isn’t an option for the foreseeable future.

Somewhere in your subconscious, you recognize the sound of the shower turning on and off. A faint haze of humidity wafts across the apartment, followed by a gentle brush of fingers over your hair.

Eyelashes flutter against your cheeks at the touch, and you observe Jason hovering above you. His hair is shiny and dripping, black tangles with white as it hangs over his eyes. A black t-shirt clings to his damp chest, and sweatpants adorn his lower half.

“Hey, you.” You yawn, leaning your cheek into the kiss Jason lays there.

Awareness bleeds into you, bringing the sensation of another smaller body near you to the forefront of your mind. Much to your surprise Damian is asleep, body slumped against your shoulder and domino mask discarded on the coffee table. You recall his dedication to keep you company earlier in the night, and smile softly.

“Big Bird is on his way to pick up Demon.” Jason opens his mouth to continue, but stops to stare at the window. “Fuckin’ birds. He’s here already.”

Sure enough, the same window Damian crawled through is now occluded by the lithe shape of Nightwing. One dramatic somersault later, he manages to land himself on the couch between you and Damian. The youngest Wayne opens his eyes with a scowl but lets Nightwing toss an arm around his shoulders.

“Hello again.” He chirps, then looks to Jason. “Jaybird.”

“Dickwing. You’re on my couch.” He grits in response.

Dick smiles innocently at his foster brother, leaning a head of wild black locks onto your shoulder. His arms wrap around you in a loose hug. “Not your couch. I am cuddling your girl though.”

The sheer stupidity of their rivalry draws a giggle from your throat. You reach a hand up to Jason’s waist, tugging at his belt loops.

“It’s alright, babe. I love you more than him.” You reassure, “Especially since you don’t stalk me at the grocery store.”

Jason stiffens, even with your playful tone. “You keeping tabs on us now, Wing?”

Dick pulls off his domino to roll his eyes at Jason. “Couldn’t be bothered. Dami and I had to do the shopping ‘cause Alfred’s on vacation. She was the one across town and crying in the cereal aisle.”

You drop your head against the top of Dick’s with a heavy sigh.

Teal eyes bore into you, suddenly filled with concern. “What happened, Bug?”

Swallowing the trepidation the claws into your throat, you look up at Jason.

“I was just having a bad morning. Saw some kids that reminded me of my brother.” You grasp Jason’s hand, rubbing gentle circles onto it. “Damian stopped by tonight so I had company.”

“And now, I’m here! It’s like a family get-together.” Dick hums with excessive enthusiasm. “You should join the party, Jay.”

While Dick Grayson was annoying at his worst, he was a sweetheart at his best. All of the Wayne wards were, in their own way. Him being an advocate for Jason through the toughest times had brought the three of you close- no matter how much Jason would deny it.

“For once, I agree with Dick. You really should join.” You wiggle free from Dick’s hold, reaching your arms up to tug at Jason’s. “If you dont, I’ll be forced to cuddle Damian instead. Or Dick, if I’m desperate.”

Sleepily, Damian pipes up. “I shall not be used as someone’s teddy bear.”

This prompts Dick to let you go and instead rotate to gather Damian in his arms. “Too late baby bird. You’re the best teddy bear.”

“Unhand me at once, Grayson!”

Much to your delight, while the other two argue, Jason relents. And that is how the four of you end up nestled into your old couch, Jason against the armrest pouting. You’re cuddled into his right side with an arm tossed around your shoulders, while Dick sits with his back on the opposite armrest and feet tossed across your lap. You choose a random documentary and press play, letting it drone on over the relentless bickering.

“Touch me with your feet, Dickwing and I’ll break ‘em.”

“Relax, Jaybird. I washed them last week.”

“Yeah? Well I washed my machete when I got home tonight.”

“I oiled my sword the night before last.”

“Remind me why the fuck Bruce has a stick in his ass about a gun but he lets you carry that?”

It’s soothing, you realize, tucked in between three of Gotham’s heroes- or two vigilantes and a crime lord, as it were. Their bickering chases away the bits of grief that still litter your mind, and you relax a little more into Jason’s warm body as the minutes tick by.

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Bruce Wayne hasn’t spoken to Bug in over a year.

Not since the day after Jason tried to force him into killing the Joker. Since Bruce threw a batarang at his second son’s throat and the building exploded.

And, in that case, he might have deserved the tongue-lashing. He’d pledged to let Jason and her be- to let them live and enjoy each other as long as the Red Hood stayed in his territory. Bruce had followed that pledge to a tee too, until this morning.

Damian and Dick were nowhere to be found after patrols, and though it wasn’t unusual for them to do their own thing- brotherly bonding, Dick had called it- but it was unusual for them not to check in. Tim was sick tonight, leaving Bruce with an odd sense of melancholy as he traversed the streets. Thus, when four-thirty rolled around, Bruce found himself hopping rooftops to Bug’s apartment.

The fire escape is rickety, stained with red splotches that Bruce doesn’t want to believe are dried blood. It rattles against the building as he turns to the window and kneels to peer through the glass.

Oh.

His heart does a strange sort of leap as he sees two- three- of his boys curled up on the couch. Both outer seats have the footrests extended, and pillows littered the floor. Jason is stretched out on the far side, closest to the door. One hand is tucked behind his head, and the other is wrapped around Bug’s waist where she’s tucked into his side, legs twined with his on the recliner. Dick, unsurprisingly, takes up the most space, head pillowed far opposite from Jason and legs tossed over Bug’s lap. To top it off, Damian has managed to pile himself in the middle, arms wrapped around one of Bug’s and body pressed between Dick’s legs and the back of the couch.

There are three domino masks and a broken red hood mask on the coffee table, though any identifiable costumes are covered by the blankets. Bruce winces at the amount of guns he sees discarded on the kitchen island and the crowbar propped near Jason’s end of the couch.

He gnaws on the idea of sliding the window open, drumming his gloves gently on the glass. Eventually Bruce straightens, taking a deep breath and turning towards the east where dawn is just beginning to break over the ocean. His kids are safe, Gotham is quiet.

And Bruce can deal with that. So he lets his kids sleep a little longer.

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started: 12/10/21 last updated: 9/13/23

ALSO MOST OF MY WORKS R (GN) READING OR (F) READER :D

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

Chuuya x Reader

GENSHIN IMPACT

Kazuha x Reader

Eula x Reader

Albedo x Reader

RRR

Ram x Reader

COD

Ghost x Reader

König x Reader

I'm Ready Pt 1

I'm Ready Pt 2

Ghost x Reader

Richard (Dick) Grayson x Reader

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zipperzoo · 2 years

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FIGHT TO MAKE IT UP

The Batman (2022) bruce wayne x f!reader

Word count: - 3.7k

Masterlist / AO3 / Playlist

Themes: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Crime Family, Thriller, Noire, Heist, Action, Comedy, Crime.

Warning: Graphic descriptions of bodily harm and hallucinations.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter! Inspired by the infamous artwork by Hieronymus Bosch!

Chapter five part 2:

The Garden of Earthly Delights

An erupt applause shook from the far tent. A crowd cheered as the main performance was about to take place after the warm up. Now the audience had an appetizer, they were ready for the main meal. The Flying Graysons!

A woman, beautiful in every aspect stood by the entrance of the tent tapping her foot furiously. Frantically looking around, between and around those who were left outside wandering around. The Technicolor lights from the inside illuminated her silhouette while she smoked a cigarette. Clouding her vision with smoke that danced from the tip.

“Got pre show jitters?” Asked a man, emerging from within the tent behind her. He carefully places both of his hands either side of her arms, cocking his head around to catch her beautiful face.

Dropping her head to let a smile grow, she exhaled a laugh before lifting her head back up and leaning into his touch. “Not now, with you here with me.”

“Well- good to know I’m of some use to you.”

“You’ve got many good uses.” she teased turning around to be face to face with him. “Your reach perfectly matches my flexibility and it has been very useful” she stuck her tongue out at him intertwining her fingers with his. “Oh and you make a spine chilling-” pausing for anticipation, keeping him hanging on her word.

“Spine chilling-?” He whispered, desperate for her to finish.

“Spine chilling…” Inching closer, letting her lips linger over his. Her eyes lingered within his sight. Relishing in the pull. “...homemade spicy fajitas which I want later!” She busted out into a loud and deep laughter that even a snort came and said hello.

“Oh you tease.”

“And I’ll have some of those turkey dinosaurs! The ones you keep sneaking for Richard to eat when he doesn't eat his dinner!”

Tipping his head to the side, relaxing his pose as he lazily grinned at his wife. “I can't help it, he wont eat your cooking but eats mine… and freezer mystery meat in the shape of a lizard?”

She gasped. “You know that's a lie- he LOVES my shortbread!”

“You can bake, but you can't cook. There is a difference.”

“Oh yeah? Want to push your luck and sleep on the floor tonight and tell me the difference between that and the bed?” Dripped in sarcasm.

A single chuckle left him. “You're not nervous anymore.” His words are soft, reassuring and comforting, bringing attention to what she had forgotten and what she was even nervous about. She shook her head and sighed in response.

Standing in front of him, staring at her feet. The wet grass strands stuck to her black heels in clumps. She kicked small amounts of it off while pondering something that was sitting in her mind, weighing heavily on her nerves and her husband could tell but he waited patiently for her to speak. “Do you think Richard is going to be okay?” Her voice cracked.

“What do you mean? He’s never done a bad show before, why worry now?”

“That's not what I mean. With his internship in Gotham, he’ll be all alone at that fancy prep school. He is only twelve John.”

“Is that what you were worried about?” Clasping her hand in his “Our little robin will do just fine. He has your wit and my humour.”

“I love how you complimented me as smart but I am also funny I'll have you know!” staring up at him with big old puppy eyes, batting her long lashes.

“Debatable.” Her attempt was a complete failure. He was immune to her charms but he couldn't help but give her a lopsided grin.

Whacking her hand playfully at his chest “Hey! Don’t be mean!”

“Um- Mary? John?” Right behind them, inside the tent popped out the head of a clown. Her voice was high and shy like a mouse. “Are you both ready? You're on in three.” smiling, two giant red circles sat on her cheeks.

Mary tucked a stray hair behind her ear, nodded towards the clown then looked up at her husband John. The couple decided to put an end to their conversation and make their way into the tent, following behind the clown.

Opening the tent’s flap wider the technicolour's and rowdy crowd was as clear as sunlight. Children running around hoping over the wires and around under the bleachers that held the seats.

Inside the tent’s display was a bowl seating area. Gathered around for a Greek chorus that was about to take place unbeknownst to them it would be a tragedy. Pieces of peanuts flew across the air as the couple cut through the back of the tent’s layout to the ladder that they were to ascend up to the top of. Where they’d be doing their magnificent jumps and spins.

On the outskirts of the inner circle that held the stage were cannons; confetti cannons. They were being turned towards the crowd. Preparing to shoot colorful paper to encourage a positive reaction and experience.

“Wait.” Mary paused climbing up the ladder. Looking down at her husband who was confused at the delay. “Where’s Richard?”

The sudden realization on John’s face. He had gone out to see his wife to check if Dick was with her as he wasn't in their caravan or by the changing room tent. He had forgotten in an attempt to comfort his wife what his true intentions were. To see if Richard was with her as he had just vanished after being given a candied apple by one of the staff members.

Cutting his gaze from his wife to then scan the ground. He wasn't within the set up team or the clowns of the last performance. Scanning his eyes towards the crowd, He noticed there were too many children to really pick out dick. It was hard to tell, especially when they were all running around and moving. A hard game of where's waldo.

It was hopeless. The crowd was too lively and time was ticking. They had to perform, Cobblepot made it clear that they had to start the performance as soon as the confetti cannons went off. They’ll have to perform without Dick and go looking for him after if they are unable to locate him currently.

John looked over at the clown from earlier, waving to grab her attention. “Dizzy! Where's my son? Richard?”

“What?”

“Where is Richard!”

Mishearing him because of the over stimulating visuals and sounds from within the tent. She heard something along the lines of “are there going to be pictures?” Confused by this, she thought he was referring to the photographer for the newspaper. There was obviously going to be photographs taken for the press.

“Oh! In the changing room tent!” She yelled back up at them.

“Should we wait?”

“No Cobblepot said earlier to go ahead without him.”

“Why are we just now hearing about this?” John was muddled, Dizzy shrugged. She was just as clueless as him. With Dizzy’s lack of worry, John felt a little at ease. She most likely saw him in there herself otherwise she would be in a hysterical state.

“John?” Mary asked John, hoping for some reassurance on where their child is or if he will even be showing up. Mary let one hand dangle beside her as she looked down at her husband awaiting for a reply.

“He is fine, we’ve been told to go on without him.”

“What? Changing the show last minute?”

“It’s fine, we’ll do an old performance.” He patted her ankle, signalling for her to go ahead and climb up.

Hesitating, she slowly started to climb up but her motherly instinct was detecting something was off. Stopping again she looked down at John. “No, something feels wrong.”

John looked at her then at the audience. They had to perform now. Cobblepot had given them very strict instructions, it would be easy to be more free with it if he hadn’t paid upfront and worse they had taken that money upfront.

“I promise, once the show is over we’ll go and check on him.”

Looking back at her husband as he desperately tried to persuade her, convince her that everything is okay so they can proceed with the slow. She desperately searched for any betrayal on his face but it prevailed.

“And finally, what you’ve all been waiting for! The Flying Graysons!” Following the announcement of the ring leader, the crowd rose from the seats to throw their arms up in the air and cheer. Some jumped up in their seats, others waved at the couple standing at the platform.

John squeezed Mary’s hand. She squeezed back in return, glancing down at his hand. She didn't look confident, she was worrying as a mother would, something felt really off but Mary just couldn't put her finger on it.

The canons went off letting confetti rain down on the stage and the audience. Glittering just like the rain outside but with primary colors letting light from the stage lights bounce off them crafting reflections on everyone's faces.

“He’ll be fine Mary. We’ll be fine.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

^v^

The protective urge kicked in and from a rush of adrenaline, Bruce snatched up the child from under his arms and darted out of the tent. Everything went by like a flash before Dick could even take into account what was happening as he was on the ground besides Y/N.

Dick noticed the cloud that lingered over the top of the tent. Now only processing the blood curdling screeching with the sight of one of the twins skinning himself came to mind. Squeezing his eyes shut, mumbling to try and comfort himself while desperately pleading for his mother.

The sweet comforting sound of the large tent along with heavy pants from the three grounded them all, they weren’t in a nightmare this was reality.

Sausages crawled out on his hands and knees, flopping to his side. The mushrooms had heightened the effect of the gas- he was falling in and out of consciousness.

Collapsing on the mud in front of Y/N, Bruce wheezed and coughed, every attempt his body would go through to evict the gas out of his system. However In Front of Y/N wasn’t Bruce. To her It was a beast with tall demonic black horns and piercing white eyes. His cold and stern stare pierced through her, seeing all her truths and lies that she betrayed in her fear. She was seeing the one thing worse than a dead man that haunted her in the crowd. She was seeing the man that made her fear the shadows.

Batman.

The heavy sense of inebriation was quickly followed by powerful disorientating visuals. Y/N felt herself tense up as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Her shoulders squared.

Staring into those empty dark eyes that looked back with a kubrick stare- she wished to see those strangely comforting blue ones she encountered earlier. To see the specks of green stars in Bruce’s.

Bruce glowered, confused at her gawking glare at him. She looked- scared? Terrified even.

Scuttling back, kicking up grass and mud, Y/N even grabbed Dick and used him as a shoulder. Any desperate attempt to get away from her boogeyman.

Dick tried to push away but her tight grip made it hard for him to break free. Bruce watched, as Y/N freely offered this child to him as a sacrifice- thinking Bruce was something that terrified her. His mind rattled on what it could be that had her so startled.

“B-Batman- ha… ha” she stuttered. He got his answer, she was seeing him as his true self. “Its fucking batman-”

“Batman?” yelled Dick, whacking Y/N as she held him hostage. He managed to slip out of her strong grip to stagger next to Bruce. Catching her line of sight, Dick saw she was looking at Bruce. He didn't see it. He just saw Bruce, a brooding man on his knees in the mud with his hand to his chest.

Pained from the gas, Bruce needed a moment to clear his airways and swallowed. It felt like a nerve exploded.

The loud cheer from the main large tent suddenly died letting an uncomfortable quietness invade. It quickly caught Dick’s attention as he took a step towards its location patting Bruce on the shoulder.

“Did everyone else hear that?” Dick asked, honestly too petrified to know the answer. “What happened to the cheering?” Dick muttered.

Too wrapped up with a demon in front of her, Y/N wasn’t paying attention to a single word that was verbal.

A pin could drop on the carpet and it could be heard. It was like an entire audience, the entire population of the circus has just vanished. Crickets sang as the distant cars on the highway swooshes by.

Then a sudden crash of screams evicted from the large tent as a tsunami of people rushed out. The sight was unexpected, so sudden, so violent.

A re-enactment of Hieronymus borsch's rendering of hell. The garden of Earthly delights- a vast landscape of human kind lavishing in sin, hell ascended from the tent onto the circus grounds. Civilians ran out chaotically and hazardously with rage, fear and greedy eyes. Bumping into one another aggressively patting themselves down. The tent from the outside looked unharmed- but how the people who ran from it, it might as well have been on fire or home to a plane crash.

It was like a scene from a zombie movie, growling and drooling people tripping and trampling over one another. A man had knocked over someone and punched them aggressively in the face until their face was nothing more than a stain in the grass.

A clown had picked up a person like a rag doll and lobbed them into a car causing the car to slightly move from impact.

No doubt about it, it was the gas. There was no other explanation, it mirrored the panic that Bruce saw within the tent that was behind him. Cobblepot had planned to gas the audience. Of fucking course he had planned to gas the audience. It was the perfect cover. It explained why he was here, why his tent was a safe distance. It also explained why everyone was acting so strange.

Overcast the tents, further above the towering buildings of Gotham, shined the beacon that birthed fear in the locals of the city. Gordon was signalling Batman- calling for him. It looked down at those falling and jumping out of the tent like a god itself who inflicted the night terrors into the sinners.

With the eruption of sudden chaos, Y/N diverted her attention from Batman who was captivated by the sky to the tent. At a loss of words of how to even describe the scene. The mass hysteria was animalistic. She needed to get out of here, flee, run. Anything to get away from this nightmare.

Finding it hard to think with distant yelling and screams of the gas taking hostage its victims of the circus and with Y/N crawling towards the limp body on the floor that was her friend, frantically shaking Sausages and howling for him to wake up.

Dick Nudged Bruce, breaking him out of his deep desperate thoughts. “What do we do?!” The child looked lost, horror-struck.

Instantaneously Bruce let melt away all human emotions and thoughts. He might not have his mask but right now he needed to be his true self, needed to be Batman. He rose up and carefully pushed Dick aside.

Bruce pulled Y/N up from the ground by one arm, raising her to her feet weakly. He stared into her eyes, he was taking charge and had a comforting and reassuring stillness in his gaze. He wasn't attacking her, wasn’t pinning her up by her neck, treating her like an obstacle in the way. His eyes were softer.

Blue with a ring of earth green around the pupil. Little specks of dark blue sprayed across the palette.

Y/N wasn’t seeing Batman anymore. She was seeing Bruce.

Although Bruce might not know it himself, he was trying his best to be reassuring. An alien emotion to Bruce brewed thin him while doing something that felt unlike him but it's what needed to be done at this moment. He reflected back to when he first saw Y/N. The woman stood there in the field looking down at Bruce as he laid there in the trunk of the car. Her eyes were swollen and cheeks were tear stained. She was just like that right now.

“I need you to take the child and run.” Bruce whispered only for her to hear. “I’ll take care of your friend.”

“But-”

“Y/N.” She almost melted in his touch but a fire burnt in her breast. Frowning, she trembled to hold Bruce’s hands that held her forearm. Instead she shoved them off her to stand in one action. The rain drenching her- sticking strands of hair to her face. She looked like an art nouveau painting. Bruce was briefly in awe of her desire to be stubbornly distant and in control whenever Bruce attempted to show some humanity towards her.

Reaching over and snatching Dick’s wrist. Y/N Glared down at Bruce with heavy eyes. “We aren't friends.” she directed towards Bruce. “You don't get to make demands of me.” She swallowed. “Or touch me.” He had not realized until she mentioned it, he had touched her a lot- from pinning her up by her neck, by holding her wrist, by holding her down in the mud. Even in the tent he had grabbed her in an attempt to help her.

Drawing in a sharp breath through her teeth, seeing the dead man flicker between blinks besides Bruce. She’d have to suck up her fear of seeing him in her car but at the time being he was a welcomed guest compared to Batman.

Dragging the child behind her, Y/N ran through the crowd, near dodging those who frantically charged away from the tent, hallucinating sounds and visuals.

“Where are we going? We can't just leave?”

“Shut up.”

Tugging on her grip, Dick watched people scream and run around the circus grounds. Unable to find Bruce, Sausages or his parents.

Just realizing his parents, who would have been in that tent that exploded with activity, Dick yelled out “Stop! We need to find my parents!” he dug his heel into the mud, yanking Y/N back. She whipped her head back to him to jerk him forward. The ire in her chest sparked from the embers of annoyance. Now was not the time to be a brat she thought through gritted teeth.

“We’ll come back for them later!.”

“What about Bruce Wayne?!” He could handle himself, she saw it herself, the man could hold his own, but the child wanted to help him, wanting to help anyone in any way.

“Screw him!”

“What about your friend?”

She didn't even stop at the mention of Sausages. She contemplated on it, “We will come back later!” She lied, she had no intentions of coming back. She planned on just jumping into her car and dropping the kid off at some corner shop for some sad passer byer. Then get out of Gotham city, this night was the last fucking straw.

^v^

Gordon stood at the top of the constructional abandoned building. The rain poured endlessly as he stood for a few minutes mesmerized by the signal in the sky.

Hands in his pocket, fiddling with loose change and receipts. The last time he was here was before the flood, from when he and Batman had been working on that case. The case that rippled through Gotham still now, and the civilians were now the ones paying the price.

Exhaling, his breath was visible in front of him. Thinking of Christmas with his family, Gordon imagined Batman in a little Santa Claus hat and a beard. Chucking to himself, he couldn't help it. He would have to draw it on a post it note and leave it on the signal for the guy, to let him know he is thought of even on the holidays.

A buzz cracked through on the radio. Gordon wet his lips, turning to look at the elevator. No one was coming yet. He reached over and pressed the button on the radio.

The first sound he heard was Riley’s voice in manic. “Woah woah Rivers- slow down I can't make out anything you're saying?”

“Gordon-” Many people were using the channel buzzing in and talking, cutting off Rivers.

“We need back up, a scene has broken out at-”

“Several casualties, We need air patrol and-”

“Need paramedics and police backup ASAP.”

“We need backup!”

“Negative. Several officers are MIA-”

Gordon was paralyzed. So much info was buzzing through suddenly. He inhaled a sharp breath. And buzzed through. Beads of sweat forming and trailing down his face. “What's happening? Over.”

Silence. The signal radiated heat next to him, making him impatient and increase anticipation.

“Gordon!” It was Riley Rivers again- their voice alive with fear. “We need you- there has been a -” They abruptly paused. Gordon’s eyes burnt into Gotham city. In the distance he saw a flood of lights in a field/ A trail of police lights heading that way.

Rivers buzzed back in “Gordon it's horrible- people are running into the roads, jumping in front of cars!”

“What?”

“Gordon no one knows what's happening there's just mass amounts of suicide! We need you now!” Rivers screeched. The background commotion was just audible to pick up over the radio. Several alarms and distant blood chilling screams could be picked up.

“You're not at Wayne tower?”

“No! They called everyone out!-”

He turned to look at the signal back at the sky. His mind ran empty. Darting his eyes to the elevator as his heart pounded in his chest. Where is he?

Hesitating to leave- in case at any moment he would show up- the elevator doors would open up and he would just walk out. The longer Gordon waited the more lives were piling up- the more he felt responsible for the death toll rising. This was just like the floods. Maybe even worse than the floods. That was a political terrorist act but this- it sounded like a direct attack on the citizens. Or- god, he just didn't know.

“Gordon?”

Gordon took a step forward towards the elevator to leave but his mind pulled back.

Where is Batman?

“I’m on my way.”

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2. Baking Cookies

A/N: This is short but oh well. Hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader

Warnings: none, fluff, cooking mistakes

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The whole apartment smelled like Christmas. Cookies are cooling on the stove and some are still baking in the oven. It was so calm and peaceful.

But this wasn’t always the case.

The first three batches burned. One even was raw when it came out of the oven. Two batters smelled weird and one was so hard you couldn’t even roll it out. It was chaos.

Dick leaned next to you with an exhausted smile adoring his lips. “Thanks to Alfred we have enough cookies for us to last us till Christmas.” You pushed at his shoulder and he yelped a little. You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s dramatic nature. “Yes. And I told you we need his help. But you didn’t believe me. Now we have to throw away free trash bags full of baking mistakes.”

Dick sneakered while you glared at him. “Well, I told you we would wing it.” You raised your eyebrows, questioning him with your stare. “Okay. Alfred winged it. But we had a plan F.” You shook your head and took the not so heavy looking bag, “We had a plan F. I had plans reaching further into the Greek alphabet.” He smiled his goofy smile at you, “See and that’s why we complement each other.” He picked up the heavy trash bags and walked out of the apartment door you held out for him. He thanked you by leaving a kiss on your cheek.

“You mean to say that you are the optimist that only plans to plan C while I’m the pessimist who has plans that reach to omega. Is that what you are trying to say?” He just shrugged and went down the stairs. “Richard John Grayson! Answer the question and don’t try to ninja your way out of this conversation! DICK!”

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Sister

Four time's Y/N helps her brothers and the first time they help her

Dick Grayson X sister-reader!

When Dick is Robin and gets fear toxin from Scarecrow

I came to the Manor missing home I knocked Alfred opened

"hey Alfred"

"Ms Y/N always lovely to see you back home. Your father is at work Master Richard is taking much needed time asleep"

I walked in wait why's Dick asle-Scarecrow! Shit! No! No! No! I can't believe I forgot!

"I'm the world's worst sister!"

I ran upstairs remembering, Dick got injected with fear toxin last night he had called me last night acting off. I asked Bruce and he told me. I knocked not hearing anything come on bud open up

"hey Birdboy it's your sister Dick little bro.. OK I'm opening the door"

I slowly opened the door the lights off. The sunlight shining in from the window. I saw him laying with a blanket wrapped around him, he was shaking, mumbling and crying. I ran to his side touching his shoulder

"Dick! Buddy please open your eyes"

He carefully opened his eyes he saw me he jolted back terrified. It kills me seeing him like this

"Dick buddy it's OK it's me it's your sister you're OK you're here" I said calming

He quickly wrapped his arms around my neck crying. I rubbed his head my heart breaking. Oh, Grayson.

"shhh shhh it's OK"

He crossed his legs around me

"I'm so sorry I wasn't good enough"

"Dick honey you are a great kid. You are my brother ok nothing is going to change that I promise you. You are more than good enough"

I sat on the bed he hugged my neck crying. I rubbed his head rocking back and forth he kept crying

"shhh it's OK Birdboy"

I use his nickname again to help pull him out of his panic attack. He finally started calming down. He's OK.

"there that's better" I softly said

"hey sis" he asked his voice brittle

"yeah buddy"

"can I have some ice cream"

A wave of relief crashes into me. I smiled in relief he's going to be OK my baby brother is going to be OK

"of course"

Jason Todd X sister-reader!

Jason worries he will lose Y/N the same way he lost his mom

I headed to the my place from grocery shopping. I pulled in seeing my kitchen light on. Did I leave the light on? I grabbed the groceries I went inside and screamed. I dropped the groceries, Jason!

"Jason what hell?! Are you trying to scare me to death?!"

He just stood there not looking at me

"hey what's wrong, Jaybird"

He shrugged his shoulders what is going on with him. I picked up the groceries and put them away. I turned folding my arms

"spill it" I demanded

"c-can you promise me something?"

"if you ask me first"

"you would never do.. it right"

"what's it, Jason?" his eye's swell he's trying not to cry. I want to hold him and tell him everything's going to be OK. Though Jason's not Grayson it's best to let him express his feelings before smothering him with affection "Jay?"

"N-nothing forget I said anything" he puts his hands in his pocket

"Jason come on now what is it?"

"never do.. Drugs" I'm shocked

"Jason Peter Todd! Of course I would never do that it's wrong and I love you all too much too even put you through that"

His lip trembling. I can't stop myself. I put my hands on his shoulders he wouldn't look at me

"sometimes the people you love are not good enough" he disappointingly stated

"Jay, what do you mean not good enough"

He shakes his head and he mumbled something

"Jason have you been doing--" he cut me off

"fuck no!" he sighed, good that's a mountain in my gut leaving "I just....forget it"

"Jason, buddy talk to me. I'm here you can tell me anything about what's going on with you"

"I - yesterday was my mom's anniversary of when she died OK... I just didn't-don't I--"

Oh buddy I hugged him tight he wouldn't hug me back. I didn't care. I finally felt him wrap his arms around me. I heard him crying

"Jason. You listen to me when I say that I am not going anywhere. I promise you I will never do that to you ok"

He nodded we parted I kissed his head he sniffed

"geez I sound like a baby"

"you sound like you needed to get things off your chest. You want to stay here tonight we can watch Harry Potter and LORD Of The Rings. I got honey buns"

He smiled drying his tears and nodded. I dried his tears with my thumbs hugging him again

Tim Drake X sister-reader!

Y/N gets a call that her sister died she rushes to the Manor to make sure her little brother Tim is OK (the picture is from when is dad died but I thought it'd work for the moment)

Stephanie died last night Dick just told me as of a few moments ago. My first worry Tim. I went to the Manor rushing to Tim's room I gently knocked. Please be OK

"hey Timmy.. It's me Y/N.. Dick told me what happened" I feel tears threatening to fall "I just want you to know that I am here for you.... Can I open the door?"

I hear him take a deep breath I opened the door his room completely trashed the lights off it wouldn't be if.. Stephanie saw this. A lot of things would be different I turned the light on. He lays on his bed. I looked at his face his eyes bloodshot, watering, swollen like he had been crying for hour's. He started sniffing he rubbed his nose and eye's

"you ok? "

"I'm fine... you need help with something?" he asked

"Tim you know you don't have to be that way not with me"

I sat on his bed he huffed shutting his laptop

"I'm fine Y/N I just need to be left alone right now"

"Tim you've been through so much you can't expect me to just let you go through this alone. I'm your sister rather if you like it or not"

"just promise me you won't leave me too sis"

"of course Timmy"

I hugged him he buried his head in my neck sobbing holding on to me tight

"I love her Y/N h-how am I supposed to live without her I was going to spend the rest of my life with her. She was my life, my happiness, my everything.. H-how am I sup-posed to go on with life without her"

"Tim I don't have the right advice but I promise you that you are going to get through this, your strong. It may take time but you are going to be OK I promise"

Damian Wayne X sister-reader!

Damian feels guilty for how he treats Y/N before he died. She's trying not to crowd him through it causes little Damian to think she doesn't care about him

I sat on the couch trying not to cry Dick just got off the phone with me telling me that Damian's alive, he's OK, he's not OK, but he will be. I hear my door open and see little D. Don't bombard him he just got back I'm sure Dick's been giving him a million hugs. Damian, folded his arms

"tt I see my sister's house hasn't been properly taken care of"

"well sometimes people grieve differently"

He looked at me shocked he looked away from me. He looks at the door. What should I do?

"father has requested that I return with you home"

"that's fine I'm feeling home sick"

Damian just stood there I grabbed my keys worrying about him. We left to go to the Manor. That evening Damian went to his room refusing too see anyone. I sat on the couch. Dick walked in he sat down next to me

"he's feeling guilty, Y/N"

"guilty! About what?"

"for how he treats you, did treat you He's afraid you don't see him the way you see me, Tim and Jason"

"Aww, Damian!"

I quickly got up I ran to his room and knocked

"hey Dami... Little D can we talk"

"there is nothing to speak of!" he snapped

"come on Damian please let me talk to you I want to see my little brother"

"I don't want to say anything to you"

"OK then just listen"

"tt fine I'm listening"

I sat against the door

"Damian, I should have told you year's ago that I love you... You are my little brother, no one can ever change that, not your grandfather, your mother, your father, not your siblings. Absolutely nothing will change the fact that I love you Damian. You are always going to be my little brother...I was a wreak Damian losing you broke me knowing I failed to say you are not a bad kid, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye, I love you little brother, I'm sorry" I broke down sobbing remorse is all I feel

Damian opened the door. I hugged him wall on my knees I stood he held on to my neck crossing his legs around me. I kissed his head he cried. That's all we both needed.

"I love you too sister"

Bat-brother's X sister-reader!

The boys help their sister

I sat on the couch my arm's bandaged, my hand wrapped in bandaging, and my legs bandaged. A sling for my broken left arm. I look like hell. I heard my phone Dick I used my good hand but I kept shaking fuck. I'm still sore. I put the phone on the table answering. I put him on speaker and laid on the couch

"I'm here"

-"hey where are you at sis"

"ho-me"

-"Y/N, what happened? Are you ok? Are you hurt?"

"P-patrol"

Fuck it hurts to talk

-"you need us to come get you?"

"I-I d-d-don't n-know" I stuttered

-"I'm on my way with our brother's"

"hmm m"

Dick hung up I laid there. I hear the car pull in. Damian, abruptly opened the door and slammed it behind him. He ran to me a glare on his face

"dammit sister!"

My head throbbed. I groaned the rest of my brother's walked in. I tried to set up

"hey take it easy sis" Dick said

Jason put pillows behind so I could sit up with ease. They all looked at me not a single smile

"wo-uld y-you guy's p-please not look at me like th-that"

"Y/N, try to quit talking" Tim said

"f-food I-in" Dick cut me off

"Y/N you've taken care of all of us for a long time it's time we help you.. Now please rest"

I took deep breaths laying down. The boys sat in front of the couch. We watched a movie eating snacks. It makes me feel better knowing they are OK and safe. I ruffle each one of their heads

"I love you boy's" they each respond with 'I love you too' in their own way

"yeah, but don't ever fucking get yourself this fucked up again!" Jason added Dick elbowed Jason. This is home. My family, is my home.

Bruce's P. O. V

Night had fallen the boys did not come for patrol meaning Y/N is not OK. I drove to my daughter's house looking for the boy's and making sure she's OK. I made it I opened the door quietly. I saw the boy's asleep on the floor leaning on the couch and each other. My daughter sound asleep. Her breathing evident she's in pain. My heart drops. I laid a blanket on the boy's. I kissed her head she touched my hand. She opened her eye's. I softly smile, shushing and shake my head intending to let her know to stay quiet. A rare occasion to have my son's and my daughter together with silence. It's pleasant.

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herstarburststories · 4 years

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Quarantine Boredoom (Dick Grayson x Reader)

✾ A/N: It’s been a certain couple of months since I wrote smut/erotica, but here you go! Although, I think it’s better classified as silly porn aka Nightwing’s type? Anyway! Thanks to my friend for being my beta for this one.

✾ Request: hiya! i saw that your requests are open and then i had a mini asthma attack because i had come back from binge reading your masterlist oops,,,,that got me thinking,,,how funny would it be if reader has asthma and just has to use their puffer during sex? like could you imagine if that were to happen to dick or jason? i’d like to see that happen 👀 also your writing is absolutely amazing!!! keep up the good work!! 💕👌🏻🤠

✾ Disclaimer: fingering.

A purposefully loud huff escaped your lips when your body met Dick's couch. He looked away from the copy of Robin Hood in his hand to raise an eyebrow, but the only response he received was a dramatic sigh.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Bludhaven's protector ultimately asked, placing his book on the desk to offer his girlfriend unrestricted attention.

"I’ve never been so bored in my life," you grunted, tilting your head in one of your best dramatic performances. "Quarantine isn’t as fun as it looks in the movies."

"I'm sure zombies will appear and we’ll convert to cannibalism soon, (Y/N). Don't worry," Dick replied, humor obvious in his tone. You rolled your eyes, huffing once more. "Also, it’s only been two days. You can't be that bored, right?"

"Easy for you to talk, Nightwing. You still go out on patrol every night. Something you shouldn't do, by the way." You changed the subject of conversation, returning to a topic which you and Dick widely disagreed. Fortunately, the acrobat had an idea of how to entertain you and change the subject to something less likely to end up with him sleeping in the room he currently resided in.

"You know I can’t abandon my role, (Y/N). Especially at a time like this. I take the necessary precautions, like using my sticks instead of punching them in the face, don't worry." His patented wink was followed by the classic playful smile. Before you could rationalize the joke, he continued, "But I might have a hint of how to get you rid of your boredom..."

The suggestive tone in his speech caught your interest instantaneously. "I would love to hear your idea, Dick Grayson."

Grayson's next words evaporated upon his lips, giving space to a malicious smirk as his body leaned over yours on the couch. His mouth easily found its home; your lips, into the slow, lazy beginnings of a kiss.

When you drink for the first time, it is easy to get drunk. Then, you start drinking on more occasions and your limit increases. Two glasses are needed when, a while ago, it would take just one. The organism gets used to it and needs more to achieve the sensation of the first time. With Dick, it always felt like the first time. It didn't matter if he had kissed you two minutes or two months ago; every single touch of him reached a new layer of everything good that someone could transfer to another person, like discovering a new exciting part of yourself.

His hand cupped your cheek, drawing you closer in. The world existed outside that apartment, each minute still had sixty seconds, and Dick Grayson was willing to spend all of them making your body reach a new level of highness for him, without even needing more doses of change to do so. Your heart felt like it was tied to his touch and his only. Dick's hand slowly fell down on the side of your face. His thumb pulled down your lower lip, a farewell present in the intense softness of the gesture.

You giggled, and Richard smiled at you. The playful fingers began their private journey in search of paradise itself on earth. More murmurous kisses were offered as bargain and readily accepted by you. It was a small distraction from the new heights your body was reaching.

Fingers from your chin to jaw, his tongue found yours and caressed it as if he were trained for it. Kissing him was like a dance, it always had been. Grayson's hand stopped on your neck for a moment, but there was no trace of pressure there. Dick just kept dancing, holding on; you wanted to wrap your legs around him, offer some comfort to your wet pussy, even if it was just pressing it against his erection, which was now hard against your leg, to make his self-control more difficult. Yet, you knew better than that. He would have already pulled your legs if that was the plan. His fingerprints on your chest indicated the antics the hero wanted to use.

Dick placed his lips on your neck, lavishing attention upon that spot as much as he wanted. You closed your eyes, unable to decide what you liked most: the bites and gentle suction on your neck or the tender fingers that were already on your stomach. Your hips moved of their own will, seeking the carnal solace you craved as you moaned softly. The former Robin laughed in pleasure at your neediness, moving away from his little branding job to look you in the eyes. He loved to watch you like this, spreading your legs for him while his hand found its way inside your pants.

And now, looking at you and feeling wetness in your panties, Dick decided to keep it a bit slow, as if to see how far you would go. After all, it had been three long weeks without sexual activity. Between his work of detective division vigilante and yours in full-time journalism, 24 hours weren't always enough, but in this moment, all he had to worry about was how needy for him you could get.

Grayson's digits circled your vulva, playing on the edges of its outer lips until he received an impatient sigh from you. He laughed, temporarily satisfied. You looked at him, ready to tell him to do what he knew how to do, but you were silenced by one of his fingers entering your vagina. You pressed your lips together and pushed hips towards him, a nonverbal way of saying that you wanted more. Dick, however, just moved his finger out of your reach. It caused you to open your eyes, stunned.

"Dick!" You were breathless, probably from the rush of sensations he had been — and was supposed to still be — making you experience.

"What?" There was false innocence in his voice that contradicted everything that was happening, especially when he took the finger that was inside you to his mouth and sucked, expression shifting into contentment. "You taste so good, baby. Imagine when you're coming for me."

"Richard John Grayson, if you don’t put— Fuck." The ensuing groan encompassed an ugly word. One of his fingers was still inside you while the other was pressed to your clitoris.

"How am I making you feel, huh?" he asked, despite knowing the answer as well as he knew your sweet spots. Adding another finger, Dick started looking for your G-spot, clitoris being well taken care of by his ring finger. Fuck, he was almost salivating by just thinking about eating you out, your taste, putting his tongue in the warm, wet place his fingers were, but for now, Grayson wanted to watch you enjoy yourself. It was in the way you bit your lip, whimpered for it and moved your hips to get more as if you didn't already have it all when it came to Dick Grayson. "Am I making you feel good?"

"I..." The weight on your chest worsened significantly, almost as if you had put a rock there. You mentally screamed at yourself. Fuck, out of all possible times, you had to be literally running out of breath while your pussy— Come on! The only good thing was that you knew your own body language well enough to quickly understand what was going on. "Dick, I can't breathe."

Dick, on the other hand, was too involved in taking you apart to reach the same conclusion as you.

"I’m making you breathless now?" Indigo eyes meet yours, full of lust. For a millisecond, you wondered if you could handle the random crisis, or if you could be confused about two different things with similar symptoms. That is until the shortness of breath had gotten worse. Fuck.

Well, the opposite of fuck now.

"No, Di— FUCK!" Feeling like the air wasn’t getting into your lungs and the fact that your boyfriend had just found a certain spot inside you while simultaneously rubbing your clitoris didn’t help you remember how to breathe. "I’m literally... My puffer!"

"Wh-- Oh my God, your inhaler!" Mentioning your little miraculous friend that wasn’t between his legs finally brought Detective Grayson's dormant instincts to the surface. He almost jumped away from you, hastily looking for the inhaler. "I'm sorry— I thought... Wait." The scene would be comical if you weren’t coughing in despair, gasping for air and yet simultaneously turned on. He found the puffer on the floor, beside the desk, and handed it to you. Relieved and mildly frustrated, you forced oxygen back into your body for a few moments. You forced yourself to calm down until the inhaler could be discarded next to Dick's book where it originally was.

You faced each other. What could be said? Sorry for forgetting how to breathe while you fingered me? Sorry for confusing your moans of "I can’t breathe’’ for "You’re making me breathless"? Can we agree never to use this expression again? So, I almost died, but am I still up for it? Is my cock still hard after your near-death experience?

For the second time in the evening, words were passed over to make room for another way of communication. The two of you burst out laughing, loud and scandalous. What the fuck just happened? A few good minutes later and you looked at Dick with a smile, your hand full of sin located on his thigh.

"We still got plenty of time. You know, quarantine perks."

Noises of 'you are unbelievable' from him were drowned out by a few more giggles, which soon gave way to corny moans. Perhaps the last two options were the right things to say.

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makethatelevenrings · 1 year

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It’s White and Gold // D. Grayson x f!reader

Requested: yes!

Warnings: insecurity

Summary: You would be stepping out in public as Dick Grayson’s girlfriend for the very first time and you needed something formal to wear. Well, fuck.

Part of assassin!verse but can be read alone

“Well, I think the only reasonable solution here is that I go ask Ivy if she can concoct something that will keep me housebound for a week and we have to cancel the date,” you announced from the other side of the curtain. Stephanie booed as Cassandra tossed a shoe at your feet. You emerged from the thick rayon fabric and sent a half-hearted glare at the three women seated in front of you. You spun in a slow circle, your arms extended at your side to show off the dress Cass had picked out. Barbara glanced up from her phone and scrunched her nose up.

“Nah. Too much sequins. That would be so uncomfortable to eat in,” she declared. You dropped your arms to your sides and grimaced. She was right. The little plastic circles dug into your skin and it would be a bitch and a half to move around in.

“Fuck it. I’m staying home,” you declared.

“Who taught her that word?” Damian sighed as he emerged from the racks. “Right. Todd. I don’t know why I even bothered to ask. May I just say, those sequins are awful.”

“Thank you, tiny Tan France,” Stephanie said. “We get it. It’s a bad dress.”

“Sorry, Steph.” You knew she wasn’t taking the criticism to heart even if she had picked the dress. It was just the first time you would be going on a real date with Dick to some high-end Bludhaven restaurant as both a PR opportunity and as a mission. Rumor had it that a certain politician would be present with one of the largest cartel leaders and Dick needed a chance to bug their dinner and gather intel.

Which meant that you would be stepping out in public as Dick Grayson’s girlfriend.

Dick Grayson, the son of the Prince of Gotham. The Heartthrob of Bludhaven.

The man who fell asleep into his oatmeal this morning.

“Is it too late for me to fake my death, change my name, and fall off the face of the earth?”

“Been there, done that,” Damian hummed. “Father can’t possibly do even more of that paperwork. It nearly took him out the first time.”

Cass nodded. “No, no. This could work. He ate the last oreos. Go ahead. Fake your death.”

“No one is faking anyone’s death,” Barbara cut in. “Let’s just try a different store.”

You groaned. “This is the fourth store we’ve tried and we have three hours until reservations. I might as well just go in sweats and call it a night.”

Stepping back into the dressing room, you ignored the bickering outside from your entourage and instead focused on stripping off the dress and putting it back on the hanger. It wasn’t your fault you didn’t have any formal wear. You were never assigned jobs where you needed to get dressed up. Your role was always to hide in the shadows, not to be seen. This was the exact opposite of what your training required and it was starting to grate on your nerves. How could you do this?

As if he could sense your frustration, your phone rang from the pile of your belongings tucked on the bench in the dressing room. You picked it up and glanced at the caller ID, a small smile crossing your lips as you swiped your thumb across the screen and answered.

“Hi, Buttercup,” Dick greeted. Warmth suffused through your veins at his soft greeting and you ducked your head as heat rose to your face. Fucking hell, you had at least seventeen confirmed kills under your belt and Richard Grayson made you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Hey,” you replied. “Are you cool with me wearing a bathrobe and slippers to dinner tonight?”

He laughed and you wished desperately that he was here in this tiny dressing room with you. You wanted to feel his hands enclose around your waist, stroke along your skin, and kiss your temple. You wanted to feel the safety he offered. You had four Batlings sitting on the other side of the flimsy curtain and you had years of training, but you never felt as safe as you did when Dick was near.

“Babe, you could wear one of my old shirts and those cute little shorts you wear and I wouldn’t care. I take it shopping isn’t going well?”

“I didn’t realize Damian religiously watches Queer Eye and Drag Race because you would think I’ve committed the most egregious fashion sins with the options I picked.”

He laughed again and then sighed. “I figured it wasn’t going well since you weren’t home yet. Stop stressing yourself out, baby, I can hear you thinking over the phone. Anything you wear is going to look amazing, okay? Just wear whatever makes you comfortable.”

“But the media…”

“Fuck the paparazzi. Fuck them all. Your comfort is more important than a stupid magazine cover.”

You gave up fighting the grin that spread across your face and shook your head. Holding the phone with one hand, you tugged your pants on with the other. “Okay. We’ll try one more store and if I can’t find anything, I’ll come home and figure it out.”

“Good. I miss you, Buttercup.”

“Miss you too, Westley.”

You hung up so you could pull your shirt over your head (it was actually Dick’s shirt that you had stolen but he wasn’t going to argue) and gathered up your wallet and keys. You emerged from the dressing room to join the others and your little gaggle of Batlings led you to another shop at the mall.

“Wait,” you called once your eyes caught on a mannequin in the window of some store. Steph nearly collided with you when you stopped in the middle of walking. The blonde examined the outfit and a crooked grin spread across her face.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” she cooed. “Let’s go try it on.”

Dick kept himself entertained as he waited for you by playing fetch with Haley. Cass and Steph had practically shoved you into the apartment with a bag clutched in your hand, waved at Dick, and disappeared as you darted towards the bedroom before he could say anything. He was glad he already changed into his tux because the clock was inching closer to your reservation time.

The bedroom door creaked with its aged hinges but it was enough to catch his attention. Dick raised his head and promptly lost all ability to breathe, think, and speak. You offered him a shy smile and ran your hands over the soft fabric that clung to your body. A thick strap rested over one shoulder, leaving your neck and arms exposed, and pulled taut across your chest. You had forgone a dress, but the jumpsuit was still formal enough for the restaurant you were attending.

And it was Nightwing blue.

“How does it look?” you asked, your voice quiet with apprehension. Dick sucked in a big gulp of air and he dropped the ball in his hand, sending Haley scrabbling across the wood in pursuit. He rose and crossed the room to stand before you. His hands rose to hover over your hips as his eyes raked over every inch of your body.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. His hands finally came down to settle on your waist and then drifted down to cup the back of your thighs, pulling you into his chest. You laughed at his desperation and eagerness.

“Is that a knife strapped to your thigh?” he murmured against your lips. You fixed the lapels of his suit and smoothed them down, a mischievous smile taking hold of your face.

“Ready to go to work, Mr. Grayson?” you teased.

“I owe Steph my life,” he groaned.

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madlittlecriminal · 4 years

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Colors ⥇ Dick Grayson × GN!Reader [soulmate a.u]

Request: yes! from 😎 anon- Dick Grayson x reader maybe a soulmate or Hogwarts au with ravenclaw reader? I have searched every variation of dick grayson x reader on tumblr and read everything I could find there really aren't enough fics with him -😎 (idk if this emoji had been used yet I'm a new nonnie)

Warnings: soulmate

Soulmates was something you had hoped for, but never actually believed in. Your parents definitely were soulmates as they always described what colors looked like to you and would always tell you the story of how they met. You thought it was cute, but you felt as though you didn’t have a soulmate. After all, you were turning 19, so it was odd that you didn’t get one color yet. You didn’t know why or how, but your parents simply told you that maybe he was older or maybe he lived wealthy.

You weren’t born or raised wealthy and you were comfortable with that. However, it would be nice to know if he was wealthy or not. You wouldn’t have minded it as money was never something you cared for, but if he was, it would make sense. If he wasn’t, you’d be confused. You sighed at the thought before plopping down on your couch and turned on the TV.

The house was pretty quiet as your parents went out to do some grocery shopping and the news was on. Suddenly, a pebble hit the living room window and you jumped from the couch. So much for trying to relax. You poked through the curtain to see a guy outside. If you were honest, you were confused as you didn’t recognize him at all. You open the window and tilt your head to the side. “Is Tim Drake there?”

“Who?” The guy nodded before his eyes met yours. “I was looking for my brother. That’s all.” Your heart began to race once you saw his fair skin and his light blue shirt. Dick’s heart raced when he saw your yellow shirt and your skin tone. It felt as time froze when you began seeing every color your parents described and more. “Wait there!” You called out before rushing outside. Once you met him outside he chuckled. “Hi.” Your cheeks felt warm as you took in his appearance up close. “Hi.”

“Richard John Grayson, but everyone calls me Dick.” You grinned. “(Y/F/N), but everyone calls me (preferred name).” He couldn’t stop himself from smiling so much at finally meeting you. “Where have you been all my life, (Y/N)?” You chuckle. “I could say the same for you Richard.” A faint pink appeared on his cheeks for the simple fact that he couldn’t remember the last time someone called him Richard without being mad at him.

Yeah, he definitely was gonna get used to it.

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theodorecanaryhood · 4 years

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Just be you

Nightwing/Dick Grayson x reader (platonic) Titans universe

Description: Dick is set up with a mutual friend and it gets romantic.

You and Dick had been good friends for about 2 years, got really close. You began dating his brother Jason a little while ago, about 6 months or so. Was going really well.

Your best friend, her nickname is Flossy but her name is y/f/n. She is plus size, elegant. However, she has had trouble finding love, as men in Gotham are Pigs. Prefer stick insects that are unhealthy and need to digest a cheeseburger or two.

You always loved food so that was never an issue, being the average and healthy size. Flossy was always a bit self conscious....especially since all the other girls in the city that were your age were skinnier, prettier and better.

'I've been invited out to a party, wanna come babe?' You ask Flossy as you walk in the room with Jason. Your friend looks at you and smiles a little.

'Not in the mood, think I might just have and early night' y/f/n responds, Jason walks upto her,

'Come on, it'll be fun. It's at Dick's place' Jason informs, Dick hadn't met your best friend yet. Flossy shrugged a little and nodded hesitantly

'Ok, if it makes you happy, let me get ready' she said as she stood and walked out of the room. Jason leant down and gave you a quick kiss.

...

The Titans Tower, huge building and pretty tall as well. Inside was Dawn, Hank, Rachel, Gar, Donna, Kori, Conner and Dick.

'Hey y/n and Jason. So glad you made it' Dick cheered as he walked over to hug you as you stepped out of the elevator. Y/f/n stood shy as she watched you interact with Dick.

'Missed you so much, been ages since we last met up. Oh, Dick this is my friend. Gonna go get us some drinks' you said as you walked over to say hi to everyone else and get drinks.

'Nice building' your friend said to Dick, Dick smiled and nodded, 'I'm y/f/n, everyone just calls me Flossy' she said as she took Dick's hand,

'Richard, but everyone calls me Dick' he said in response as he shook her hand, ' so Flossy? Why that?'

Flossy looked at him and smiled 'just something I got stuck with as a kid', you come back with two drinks for both of you,

'Hey, back did you miss me?' You asked cheerfully,

'Always do bestie' Flossy said laughing

...

It was late, real late and everyone was having a blast, you were slow dancing with Jason while all the other couples were up. Hank and Dawn, Rachel and Gar along with the group of friends Donna, Kori and Conner. You were having a great time, then 'bad guy' came blasting and everyone started singing and dancing round to it.

Took until the second verse for you to notice y/f/n wasn't up, sitting down alone drinking. You were about to go over and get her up when you spotted Dick beat you to it and offer his hand, which she accepted. You smiled over happily as your friend wasn't alone now.

...

The end came too soon, yet was best as everyone was drunk or just really tuckered out.

'Wanna stay in my old room?' Jason asked you, slurring a little,

'Think it's best, he's drank more than you' Kori said as she hugged you goodnight and Rachel followed. Everyone disappeared off to bed as you and Jason followed suit.

'Where's Flossy?' You asked Jason as he shrugged his shoulders,

'Don't worry babe, she was with Dick last time I saw' Jason replied as he tried to pull you to the bed.

'I should go check she's ok' you said as you tried to walk away, Jason grabbed your hand and pulled you on his lap,

'Don't worry about her, she's fine. Let's go to bed now' Jason whispered in your ear as he pouted a little.

...

The next morning you walked into the kitchen to find Flossy eating Dick's cereal happily,

'Morning, sleep well? Is that Dick's cereal?' You asked as you poured yourself a cup of coffee.

'Yeah, he said I could have some' she replied smiling at you, you gave a confused face,

'He never let's anyone touch his cereal' you stated, y/f/n just smiled and turned back around to carry on eating. Dick then walked in whistling,

'Morning' he said to you as he grabbed some coffee too, 'hello you' he said to y/f/n with a smile and a wink.

'Oh' you said as you gasped, 'you two...you' was all you could manage to spill out as the two just nodded.

'I no longer have body issues after last night' Flossy said, standing and kissing Dick which is when Jason came in and saw.

'Nice' was all he said as he poured coffee and gave you a kiss on the lips, 'we having breakfast or skipping?' Jason asked you as you just stood frozen.

'Give her some time' Flossy said chuckling, but in the end you were so happy for your friends being together.

'Glad you didn't call it an early night?' Jason asked as everyone started laughing, you hugging Dick and your best friend.

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It's only sixteen hours...

A/N: This is just a little piece that I found in my drafts from a while ago. If there's interest, I'll definitely start on a part two for you guys :)

WARNINGS: None :)

Summary: Two Robins stopping by your apartment is never a good sign. Especially when they have a very small, very familiar kid in tow.

Word Count: 1.1k+

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“Just a minute! Christ, these pizza guys get more impatient by the day.”

The woman stalks from her frankly understocked bathroom, hair half-dry and blowdryer still hot on the counter. She snatches a beat-up leather wallet on her way to the door, kicking discarded boots out of the way.

“What’s the damage?” She calls, likely loud enough to irritate her upstairs neighbor.

“Oh, you’ll see.” The voice is familiar. Very familiar.

Hand on the doorknob, she halts and huffs a sigh. “Go away, Tim. Jason isn’t even here.”

“Listen, it’s important-”

He starts off with her real name, which gives her pause, as Tim Drake- and all of the Waynes- have been calling her Bug for as long as she’s known them. There’s only two situations she can fathom where Tim would dare use her real name; the first possibility was he had a death wish, and the second was that something was wrong. Horribly wrong.

Bug grinds her teeth before cracking the apartment door and nudging Jason’s pile of miscellaneous weapons to the side. To her surprise, it’s Damian’s face that greets her, complete with a domino mask and sweaty hair. A hood conceals the rest of his face, which connects to a baggy sweatshirt and blue jeans he’s somehow managed to slide over his costume.

“Damian? Why are you here?” She demands, leaning against the doorframe.

Damian, uncharacteristically silent, shifts awkwardly and points to his left, just out of Bug’s line of sight. She pokes her head into the hallway and observes a similarly dressed Tim Drake, face ducked into his hood while he holds a small, sleeping child in his arms that appears to be wrapped in Damian’s cape.

“Can we come in? Not exactly inconspicuous out here.”

Bug is not a fan of young children, and she loathes babysitting, but there is something in Tim’s voice making her stomach twist. His usual robotic tone and calculated movements are absent, and his brow is creased deeply enough that it looks like it hurts.

“Make it fast.” She permisses, stepping to the side.

The child in Tim’s arms shifts, but remains with its head tucked into his shoulder. Both boys shuffle inside, Damian making himself at home on her couch while Tim lingers near the kitchen.

“So, we were fighting this…” Tim scratches his head, careful not to jostle the child, “Wizard.”

Lifting a brow, Bug smirks. “Let me guess. Bruce is adopting another kid that needs a checkup?”

Being associated with the Bat-family and holding a medical degree often resulted in Bug playing pro-bono street doctor. That is, until she nags Bruce about the cost of supplies and he gives an excessive amount of money to continue the care for his ragged group of vigilantes.

“Not exactly. I mean, Jas- er, he does need a checkup.” Tim stammers, “He was caught up in the fight with the wizard.”

Bug’s tongue slides over her teeth and she crosses her arms. “Wanna try that again, Drake?”

“I don’t know, I’m pretty sure you’re gonna be pissed, and you’re scary when you’re pissed.”

She growls. “Timothy.”

Damian shoots up from the couch, face twisted in irritation. “This immaturity is outrageous.”

He stomps into the kitchen, taking a fierce stance in front of Bug, hands on his hips.

“Todd appeared in the middle of our fight, which had apparently crossed into his ‘territory’.” Damian begins, and Bug feels her stomach begin to drop. “He refused to let those educated in the art of magic continue the battle, and insisted on joining. While failing to properly gauge his enemy’s attacks, he was struck by a spell.”

Yep, that sounded like her Jason. Bug chews on the inside of her cheeks, attempting to read Damian’s face through the domino. “What kind of spell?”

A breathy laugh slips out of Tim’s mouth, and you look to the older Robin. “The kind that, uh, makesyouintoachildtemporarily.”

Bug blinks. “...Makes you into a child?”

Damian motions to the child in Tim’s hold who is now beginning to shift, small hands clutching fistfuls of his sweatshirt.

“Obviously.”

“Obviously.” Bug snaps, imitating Damian’s regal accent and posture. “Shut it, hellspawn. Like someone getting fucking de-aged is obvious.”

“Tt. With your level of education, it should be obvious at this point.” Damian shoots back.

Bug opens her mouth to return his attitude, when a small voice beats her.

“Leave her alone, Demon brat.”

She looks towards the source, finding familiar teal eyes staring at her. He looks similar enough, Bug thinks, with the piercing eyes and white streak tangled in with black bangs. Though he can’t be made to look older than five or six, something on his face tells her the memories didn’t fade like his age. Bug smiles in his direction, unsure how to approach the situation.

“He remembers everything, but as far as Zatanna could tell, he has the emotional processing of a child. So, it’s a lot. A lot for his brain right now.” Tim murmurs.

Tiny Jason twists to look at his younger but bigger brother. “I might be pint-sized, but I can still kick your ass, Replacement.”

Bug bursts out laughing at the nickname. Hearing such a small person speak with such animosity is hilarious, no matter the situation.

“Doubt it, Todd.”

Jason seems to consider Bug’s reaction and Tim’s words a moment. At first his face grows frustrated, and then begins to redden. Bug tilts her head to the side. “Jason, honey, are you alright?”

Those familiar eyes track to her face again, but this time they’re brimming with tears. A pang of guilt slams into Bug’s gut, and she immediately feels guilty. Tim has just told her he was emotionally vulnerable.

“I’m f-fine.” He starts, “This is all just s-stupid.”

Bug feels a tug on her heart, reaching a hand to brush it over Jason’s unruly hair. “I know it’s all really hard right now.”

Blustery eyes focus on Bug just as his hands reach out, and she doesn’t hesitate to extract him from Tim’s hold. It seems his clothes have been shrunk with him, and if he wasn’t a sniffling mess, Bug would tease him for how adorable his Red Hood armor was.

“Shh, Jason. It’s alright.” She soothes.”

And just like that, Damian and Tim are strolling towards the door, Tim with your abandoned mug of coffee in one hand. “Thanks, Bug!”

“Um, excuse me?” Her tone stops both Robins in their tracks. “I have questions, Tim.”

Jason continues his soft whimpering, face hidden in Bug’s shoulder.

Tim drains her coffee mug despite its lukewarm state. “Zatanna said it should wear off shortly, within uh… what’d she say again Damian?”

“Sixteen hours.”

“...Sixteen hours, yes. Have fun!”

Before Bug can argue, the door slams.

“Well Jason, I guess it’s you and me.”

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