#Been doing little Wally doodle studies again and this one was one of the sketches that I decided to finish!

[sketchy-tour]

Thank you, Remderem!

[forthemultiverse]

Written In Ink - Dick Grayson x Reader

Whatever you draw on your skin, appears on your soulmate’s skin too.  

You were a little down, and quite bored. Your two best friends had just figured out they were soulmates and you felt like an even bigger third wheel than ever. You had noticed the odd reminders or doodles appear on both of their wrists, but had assumed they must have already noticed too. No. Turns out they were both just really oblivious. 

You’d left the pair of them at the library and decided to return to your dorm room to do homework. Since one of your best friends was also your dorm mate, you were pretty sure you’d have the room to yourself all night. You made yourself a warm drink and set up your laptop screen. You needed to write an essay. You weren’t in the mood though. Instead, you turned on Netflix and started clicking through the Rom-Com section. 

All that did was encourage you to procrastinate and wallow in your loneliness. Whoever was your soulmate didn’t write on their skin, ever. They probably didn’t even want a soulmate so were deliberately not risking you responding. 

Then again, you’d never written anything either.

You didn’t want to ruin someone else’s body with your messy sketches or math problems. 

You looked at your desk carefully. A whiteboard marker was just sitting them. Staring at you. Would it really be such a bad thing? Why couldn’t you just write one thing and see if you got a reply? 

You rushed to the pen and wrote a simple ‘Hello?’ 

Dick Grayson had never written on his skin. He knew about the whole soulmate thing, and it completely terrified him. There was someone out there who was destined to be with him, and they would be at a constant risk if he continued to be Nightwing after they met. They would have to be okay with him leaving randomly in the night and coming home with bruises and cuts. They would have to put up with the Wayne family drama and name. It wasn’t fair to them. 

He didn’t want to drag them into that life until he felt ready and secure. 

The second ‘Hello?’ appeared on his left arm he jumped. He had been pouring himself a bowl of cereal and split some of the milk on the floor.

He started to panic and managed to waste a good few minutes clearing up the milk before running around his apartment like a headless chicken. He crashed from the kitchen, into the living room, and stopped mid-run (one leg in the air and the other bent and supporting all his weight). He was frozen and holding his cereal at a risky angle. He had made so much noise, completely forgetting that Damian was sleeping at his after having a bad nightmare and an argument with Tim. 

He tiptoed past the sofa and on to the balcony, grabbing a pen as he went - not checking to see if it was removable or not.

All his other worries and thoughts vanished as he stared at the tiny handwriting on his arm. He didn’t hesitate before replying. 

‘HEy.’ he didn’t even notice that he’d accidentally written too capital letters then switched to a lower case y. 

‘oh my god, you actually replied!’

The next hour was spent talking about random things. Why you were both up after midnight (he gave a slight lie - ‘a family thing’). He offered to help you with some of the homework and proved to be a lot better at maths than you were. Then he told you that he’d been a mathlete in high school and you had made fun of him a little bit. 

‘We haven’t actually swapped names yet! lol.’ you pointed out some time after two thirty.

‘google each other?’ Dick suggested. This could be a first small test. See how you would react to the Wayne information that would definitely come up. 

‘y/n y/l/n’ there was a pause as you tried to find more space to write ‘but all my socials are your/user/names’

‘Dick Grayson (or Richard if you want to be full names) and I’m pretty sure you’ll find my socials without having to look very hard.’

‘And google.’ 

You both started to look each other up. You had done all the talking bonding stuff already. Ten questions about each other, things you love, whether you pour cereal first all milk. Luckily you were both sane and poured cereal first. 

‘The Bruce Wayne Family?’

‘That’s the one, anything you find, I can guarantee my family in real life is a lot worse. But I love them, and every crazy second with them is the best crazy second.’

‘Four brothers, a sister, a butler, plus lots of animals and a few very close family friends. Damn. I’m an only child and have no cousins.’ 

‘Your life must be so quiet.’

‘You live in Bludhaven?’

‘Usually. I’m in Gotham at the moment, like I said, family thing.’ You guys were running out of appropriate places to write on. ‘You’re studying in Keystone City?’

He was looking at an article about you and a mural art piece you did on the side of a building. You had drawn a giant artwork to do with superheroes, mainly focused on Flash and other heroes that had saved Keystone over the years. He laughed thinking that you’d already sketched him and Wally. 

‘You’re a cop.” he couldn’t tell if that was a good comment or not. ‘That’s interesting…’

Bad.

‘You don’t like cops?’

‘No, no, no. That’s just stressful for me. But you’re obviously good at your job all the articles make it seem like you love it. How did you decide to be a cop?’

You guys continued writing for another two hours. You didn’t have any lessons until the afternoon anyway, and he didn’t have ‘work’ until the next night. 

At about five in the morning, you had officially run out of space to write and finally sent each other a phone number. If only you had done that earlier. Now you could talk to each other without the fear of ink poisoning. 

Hearing his voice felt perfect. Each word was filled with energy, even if it was five in the morning and neither of you had slept. He told you about his childhood and how he ended up with Bruce. He talked about his brothers, and you could tell from each passionate sentence that he loved every member of his family so much. He told you that he was standing on his balcony talking because Damian was with him. He told you about his best friends; Wally and Barbara. Wally living in Keystone like you and how Barbara was paralyzed but still a total badass. You were pretty sure you were falling in love. 

He let you talk about TV shows you loved, books you read, how you started doing art and all the reasons you only did it on the side. How you’d decided to study law, and the intense internship you had started over Christmas that guaranteed you a position when you graduated. You talked about how your father had passed away when you were young, but your mother was superwomen to you. You talked about the year you had spent travelling with your two best friends and how you’d figured out they were soulmates on that trip - not because you’d seen marks on their skin, but because you could feel the connection they’d had. You’d actually met one of them on that trip and they had followed you back to Keystone and enrolled to study English Literature. 

By Seven o’clock, you felt like you knew everything about him. He knew nearly everything about you, whether you both had taken in everything, was a whole other matter. Dick had apparently snuck back into his apartment to find Damian asleep in his bed rather than the couch

By Eight o’clock, you were both halfway through some film. You were on the phone and giving running commentary. 

At Eight-thirty, the conversations were interrupted. Bruce and Tim were at Dick’s door to collect Damian. Dick opened the door whilst still on the phone to you, and covered in slightly smudged ink. 

“I’m going to have to go for a bit, talk to you later?”

“Definitely.” You hung up the phone and collapsed on to your bed. 

You wouldn’t have been surprised if butterflies just started flying out of you right then. You had a giddy smile stuck on your face. Your roommate arrived back to find you sprawled on your bed and covered in ink. They smirked and pulled a blanket over you, setting an alarm to make sure you didn’t miss your afternoon lecture. 

“Soulmate?” Tim asked with an amused raised eyebrow. His soulmate was Steph, and they’d both figured it out pretty quickly. Bruce was also pretty lucky considering Selina was Catwoman. 

“What gave it away?” Dick couldn’t stop smiling. “She lives in Keystone, and she’s studying law, but she’s really good at art so makes money from that on the side. She likes cooking, she pours cereal then milk, and she is an only child. She took a year to travel the world, her favourite colour is (Fav Colour) and she had really good taste in TV and Movies and I think I’m falling in love. We’ve been up all night. Talking to her is so easy, and she listens so well, and why didn’t you two tell me finding your soulmate was the best thing ever!”

“You only thought to phone her after you’d covered yourself?” Tim teased. “And the clue is the word soulmate. Obviously, a soulmate is the best thing, your dumb avoidance of one was always dumb and that’s what I’ve always said.”

“Shut up. You’re just jealous Steph’s never written over herself for you.”

“Steph draws me happy faces and coffee doodles whenever I’m sad or stressed. I’m good with that. Especially considering Steph only writes in sharpie.”

“Her voice is perfect and hypnotising and…” he started to smile into midair.

“Have you googled her face yet?” Bruce asked, he had dragged Damian out of bed so Tim could apologise. 

“I googled her, but I couldn’t be bothered to find a photo of her.”

“Only you would fall in love with a voice you’d only seen on your skin.” Tim rolled his eyes.