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porcalinecunt · 3 months ago

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𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆!

��ᯓᡣ𐭩 dating two vigilante’s is already a mouthful, so much so, you’re not too shocked when you and jason give dick a little treat during his patrol ~♡

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD & DICK GRAYSON X MALE! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader, open relationship [dick grayson], cuckholding, phone sex, facetime, masterbation, some degradation, cumshot, jason is a hoe and dick is a shameless cuck.

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ went off the rails with this one ngl, was kicking my feet the whole time too (*ﾉωﾉ) if willing, i’ll make a pt 2 for yall <3

still nothing yet.

dick grayson sat on the edge of the Wayne Industries building, gazing upon Gothem from an eagle’s eye. seemed like the criminals he usually decends upon decided to take it easy tonight, barely making a peep besides the typical bar fights and runaway children rebelling against their parents.

but it didn’t bother him much, after all, his patrol was nearly over with bruce and cass already out ‘n about the streets. dick will finally go home, to you and his stubborn brother jason fuckin’ todd.

none of you had any clue how the things went so off the rails, starting when you suggested to your boyfriend that you wanted to try and open the relationship. dick, while hesitant at first, decided to give it a go. surprisingly, it went pretty smooth. dick went off seeing other people just like you were, yet always coming home to each other just like before.

until, someone decided to take his golden opportunity.

it wasn’t a secret that jason had the hots for you, always taking the chances to talk to you while dick couldn’t grab his attention for shit as the vigilante was too lost in his conversation with you. “dick’s a lucky one alright..” he’d say so shamelessly.

so lucky, jason hops on your ass the moment he got a hint of your open relationship. you didn’t even stop the man and niether did dick, as things quickly escalated between you and the red hood. tonight being no exception.

rinnggg! rinnggg! dick’s phone jingles to you calling to facetime him, he picks up expecting to see your pretty face greeting him. and he did!

“hey prin!—“ “oh..oh fuck!”

there you were, on your back with cum already splattered all over your stomach, you’re whole body rocking up whatever soft surface you laid on from the unseen stranger’s cock pistoning in and out of your soaked cunt.

“sorry big bro, couldn’t wait another—shit!—second for ya..”

jason’s voice rasped into the speaker, drowning out your moans. dick stared, jaw agape and pants tighter then he remembered. despite listening to your hookups, he never actually watched you get your back blown out by another man. a high pitched whine snapped him back into reality, now you’re staring right at the camara with teary eyes and swollen, wet lips.

“nghh..dick..p-pwease come home! need you to..”

another harsh snap of jason’s hips knocked a moan out of you, as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your face back towards the camara. towards dick. “need him to what? c’mon [name], sing it for dickie!”

he mocked as dick already shuffled his way into the staircase, frantically fishing his leaking cock out as you clenched around jay’s girth.

“fuckkk..jason you son of a—“ dick hissed, fucking his fist to the sight of your squirming in orgasm. your knees threatening to snap together, your face flushed in embarrassment yet arousal and those syrupy, pathetic eyes staring back at his. a sight straight out of some fucked up porn for a guy with a cucking fetish.

“woah there! look at that dick..i think you’re little boyfriend’s into this, right? you brazen little minx?!”

jason’s breathy laugh of amusement harmonized with your hiccups and sobs as you creamed all over the red hood’s cock, his girth wet and coated in white as he slowed his thrusts down. dick, turned on yet aggravated that another man made you cum, threw his head back against the wall as he reached his own orgasm.

“[name], baby..look at me, please, look at me while i cum..! shit!”

dick let out a broken groan as ropes of white landed on his phone screen and onto the floor, yet he still was hard as a fucking rock. what didn’t help was that when he looked back at the facetime, you were already on all fours, ass up with your leaking pussy ready to be fucked once again.

“you might wanna hurry up, or i’ll fuck him raw again.”

jason chuckled as dick sprinted through the dark sky, already around the corner to get some well deserved payback. see who’s laughing still once you’re stuffed full of your man’s cock with the paramour watching.

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e-nonsense · 1 month ago

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“Up and down baby. Thought you said you could do it.” with dick grayson PUHLEASE imbegging </3

here you go anon, a little blurb

dick grayson was an unbearably smug bastard, that shit eating smirk on his lips as he observed you from his laying back position, lazily stretched out on the bed while you rocked your hips against his.

you were clearly exhausted, dried tears against your cheek, eyes all dazed in that pretty way he likes. your mind is blank, simply focused on the man you’re using to gain your own pleasure.

“dick— dickie please.” you whined out softly, thighs burning and the mess between your legs making a shlick sound, a mix of both yours and his cum.

“hm?” he hummed, looking up from where the two of you join. “what’s wrong, baby?” he cooed, fingers reaching up to cup your jaw gently tilting your head down to look at him.

“you want some help, baby?”

you nodded, eagerly and needily, hoping for more than what you could give yourself, his cock bumping against your g-spot every now and again.

“poor baby.” he grinned, letting go of your face. “up and down, baby.”

now he was just being mean, he could admit that he liked seeing you fail to reach your orgasm, it boosted his ego to know that he could it to you better than yourself.

“thought you said you could do it.”

#dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dick grayson smut #nightwing smut #[📮] asks #enzo writes [📝]#2k followers #2k followers celebration

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 month ago

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Hi again! I keep getting random thoughts about the bat boys. Going up to the bat boys in their clothes and cuddling with them. ♥️🖤🦋

Dick

Dick immediately reciprocated the hug the moment he saw you reach out to him, smiling brightly as he burrows his head into your shoulder, only to smell faint traces of his own cologne as he realised that you were wearing his hoodie.

‘You’re stealing from me now? After all I do for you.’ Dick gasps and you couldn’t help but giggle at his dramatics as you pinch his side, causing him to yelp a little. ‘Here I thought you’d get obsessed with me wearing your clothes but I guess wrong and should probably take it off now-‘ you teased as you tried to pull away from dick, only for him to pull you back into his embrace.

‘No.’ Dick cuts you off. ‘Keep in on as long as you like but don’t be surprised if I try to burrow my way under there like you did out of the blue.’ He adds teasingly, genuinely loving moments like these and feeling blessed to have you in his life to keep blessing him with moments like these on the regular.

‘I shall take my chances.’ You replied playfully as your hand reached up and your fingers ran through his hair in a soothing manor. ‘I couldn’t let a hoodie of this calibre go unworn.’ You add.

‘At least the hoodie knows it’s being loved by both its parents.’ Dick joked as he rubbed your back.

‘Very loved.’ You joined in on his shenanigans like you always did. You loved these small, meaningful moments between the two do you, as while they were few and far in between due to his work, they were more then worth the wait as it only made the moments all the more sweeter. ‘Love you dickie bean.’ You murmur in his ear, kissing his shoulder and feeling him sigh in relief.

‘Love you too baby.’ Dick replied as he hold you tighter and just at your feet sat Hayley, who was looking up at the two of you and whine, causing you both to laugh as you looked at her. ‘We love you too Hayley, very, very much.’ Dick adds as he used a hand to scratch her behind the ear. Moments like these were dick’s favourite for a reason and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Jason

The moment Jason felt you hug him from behind, he was quick to notice the familiar burgundy colour of his hoodie, a huge smile blossomed across his lips as he moved to face you properly.

‘So you’re stealing from my closet now are you, cheeky little chipmunk?’ He asks and you burrow your head into his chest to hide your smile, but it didn’t help that not only were you smiling but you were giggling too.

‘I couldn’t help it,’ came your muffled response, ‘it was too comfy to not wear it.’

Jason only chuckled as he tightened his hold on you, burring his face deep into your neck and breathing you in, just happy to have you simply in his arms and in his hoodie that he as been looking for the past five minutes too, but you were just too cute to deny and it didn’t help that whenever he did hug you he found himself not wanting to ever let go of you.

‘I’m very much aware, there’s a reason why I prefer it more so to others.’ Jason told you as though it was obvious, ‘and it’s obviously your favourite since you keep stealing it or try to burrow under it when I’m wearing it.’ He adds as he kisses across your necks humming in content as he felt everything outside of you two become quite; for with you everything was okay and Gotham wasn’t a shithole of a city, that nothing was wrong with him as he found himself healing within your embrace.

‘It reminds me of you,’ you admit, ‘keeps me safe, keeps me warm, keeps me loved when you’re far from me to do so yourself and I love being reminded of you and your love however I can, for being loved by you is the best thing that has ever happened to me in a while.’ Jason pulled away to look you in the eyes before pulling you in for a slow but sweet and lingering kiss that took your breath away.

‘Being loved by you feels like I’m healing, like I’m not the broken man others like to make me out to be, like I’m not this eternally angry person and I thank you for being back my smile.’ Jason says softly against your lips as he peppered your face in kisses, praising you, worshiping you in the simplest but effective ways possible.

Bruce

‘Come to bed.’ You whined as you threw your arms over his broad shoulders, burring your head into his neck.

‘You’re wearing my hoodie.’ Bruce stated matter of factly. You shrugged as you breathed in his scent. ‘It’s comfy and warm and was going to waste in the wardrobe.’ Bruce smiled softly at that as he manages to pull you into his lap, hands resting respectfully on your waist, rubbing it.

‘So you’re accusing me of leaving things to collect dust in my wardrobe?’ Bruce raised his brow at you, his eyes glinting in amusement as you pouted at him. ‘You underestimate how sexy and sophisticated you look in black hoodies and jackets mr Wayne.’ You teased as you gave his neck a could have kisses and a cheekily little nibble.

‘Behave yourself.’ Bruce warned as he pinched your side, making you giggle as you nuzzled his neck as though you didn’t do anything wrong while Bruce then soothed the area he pinched. ‘I’m only making an astute observation, nothing more.’ You defend yourself but you weren’t wrong, Bruce looked amazing in anything he wore but the moment he wore black hoodie or jacket, you swore heaven had came to greet you early with such a heavenly sight.

Bruce hummed as he rubbed your back, finding your antics humorous as you never failed to remind him how beautiful he was in your eyes, and while he was aware of this fact, it was the fact that it was coming from you made it all the more genuine. ‘You’ve got a unique way of saying so.’ He says as he sees you fighting the desire to fall asleep with the way you tried to prevent yourself from drifting off by toying with his shirt, distracting your mind in hopes of spending just those few more minutes with him.

While he appreciates it, he would much regret you sleep instead. However he was also aware that you wouldn’t dream of doing so without him also coming to bed and sleep, you were too stubborn because you were aware that he would stay awake for far long and so if you needed to sleep in his lap, you’ll do it for Bruce knew you well enough to know you would.

‘I don’t see you complaining about it.’ You murmured against his neck, ‘now are you going to come to bed or do I have to drag you.’ You add but half of your words were slurred from the sleep you were trying to fight off, which made Bruce laugh as he helped you to your feet and escorted you to bed. ‘You don’t have to worry about dragging me my dear.’ Bruce replied, ‘I was just about to head to bed regardless you or don’t.’

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redflagshipwriter · 4 months ago

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Check Yes Chapter 7 part 1

in which the bats start to suspect that something is going on with Jason

Masterpost

“No, I'm at Jason's place,” Dick read out loud. “Have fun without me.” He put his hands on his hips. “I think I'm offended. Are you offended?”

Damian shrugged, cheeks hollowed around a juice box straw. He had under eye wrinkles from a long day of being a small child. Dick felt vaguely tempted to squish his cheeks, but the bites were still healing from last time and he needed dexterity to grapple.

“I'm deeply offended and think you should remind Jason who is the alpha older brother.” Tim didn't stop his keyboard mashing, splayed upside down on the back of the sofa. His neck was squashed at an uncomfortable looking angle. “Go get Duke and give him fundamental childhood memories. Now is your time to shine. Teach him how to ride a bicycle or Jason will do it for you.”

Dick hummed skeptically. He paced a little. “Duke probably knows how to ride a bike. But still.” He took a couple of steps while he wrestled with himself. “I know that you’re trying to encourage the worst in me.” He tapped his fingers against his hipbone rapidly.

It wasn’t going to work. He didn’t need to be competitive about this. Duke wasn’t really picking Jason over him, he was just- choosing to be with Jason instead of Dick. No big deal.

“Are you really going to take Jason take a W over you?” Tim didn’t even look over at him.

“He’s not winning anything.” Dick frowned at the distance, out the window. It was just that usually these few hours in between Duke’s patrol and bedtime lined up well with his free time after work, before patrol. He liked having the family together. He liked that they hung out in the TV room and fought for control of the TV. It built character, and he wasn’t saying that just because he usually won.

“He’s winning,” Tim said darkly. “You’re letting Duke get away from you.”

Dick ripped away Tim’s DS player and scowled down at him. “Stop trying to rile me up,” he demanded.

Tim gave him a shitty smile. “You’re right. It’s probably better if Duke hangs out with Jason. What’s one more bird who avoids the Manor? We can be a family from a distance. You don’t really need to see Duke grow up.”

“You suck.” Dick let go of the DS and stalked out of the TV room. He ignored the instant scramble behind him as Damian and Tim fought for control of the TV. Tim was probably doomed to two hours of Animal Planet, but Dick felt no mercy as he grabbed his riding jacket and jogged to the upstairs parking garage. He passed Bruce and they exchanged a silent nod.

Jason’s place was annoyingly far away from the Manor. Dick steamed inside his motorcycle helmet for the first ten minutes and then decided to be a better, more cheerful person, and also to do some recon. He called up Roy on his headset. “He-ey,” he sang with the line picked up.

“Dickie McDickface,” Roy said evenly. “Fancy hearing from you.”

“Oh please, McDickface is my father.” Dick swerved around a car that was merging without a turn signal and then gunned the engine so that he could get even with the driver and show them his middle finger. “You can just call me Baby.”

“Will do, sweet cheeks.” Something snapped in the background and then a humming started up. Microwave? “What’s up? You calling just to flirt or do you need to see my face?”

“Just thought of you,” Dick lied breezily. “Since I’m on my way to see my little wing and he’s tried so hard to subsume my place in your heart.” He tightened his grip on his motorcycle handles.

“You really don’t need to compete with him.” Roy said blandly. “You’re different people. I can have friendships with multiple people without one of them being the alpha friend.”

Dick made an unconvinced hum and took a sharp left turn onto the freeway. “If you say so. I’m not arguing with a man with beautiful brown eyes.”

Roy sniggered. “You’re terrible.”

Dick grinned. Gottem.

“I don’t think Jason wants my heart,” he said wryly. “You can relax.”

Dick got much tenser. “Oh?” he prompted. Say what you know! Reveal Jason’s secrets!

“I think he’s got someone else in the picture, he deep-cleaned his place again and last week he sent me pictures of him in three identical black leather jackets asking which gave off more of an air of careless sophistication.” A pan clattered.

“I’m sure they weren’t identical,” Dick said, a little distracted by how hopeless Roy always was about these things. “What were the lapels like?”

A few cars ahead sirens blared and then there was a momentous crash. Glass sparkled high in the air and someone skidded across the pavement while Roy chattered on.

“Anyway, I’m actually making dinner right now. Right, sweetheart? Wanna say hello to Uncle Dickie?” Roy cooed, voice going slightly unfocused as he moved away from the speaker.

A multi-car pileup crashed into place ahead of him.

“Oh, Lian is there!” Dick hit the brakes hard and safely settled to the side of the mess. “Hi, princess!” He puttered through the scene at a low speed, checking everyone out. “How was your day? Did you kick ass on the bar at preschool?” Fender bender, fender bender, angry woman obviously calling the police- seemed fine. Dick hit the throttle and passed the wreck on the side.

A faint childish voice spoke in the background, utterly incomprehensible. Roy translated after a second, deadpan. “Boy Wonder, she says that she conquered like a roman general. She was as powerful and beloved as the second- no, sorry, she said the first emperor of the Chin dynasty. Lian, I corrected- I said the first!”

Dick winced. “Yeah, the first emperor was better,” he said. Massive understatement. “So proud of you, Li-Li!”

“I better let you go. Take care, Dickie. Hope Gotham doesn’t treat you too mean.”

“Gotham is a sweetheart,” Dick said cheerfully. “Enjoy dinner!” He cut the call and grinned to himself, thinking over the new information.

His first thought was that Roy was off-base and Jason had cleaned his apartment because Duke was coming over. But Roy was right about the jacket– Jason wouldn’t be worried about his clothes to impress a sibling.

‘What does this have to do with Duke?’

He turned that part of the puzzle over in his mind as he approached Park Row. It could be a coincidence, sure, but he could smell something more interesting here. It made more sense for there to be a connection than for there to be two changes to routine in a short time frame.

The only thing to do about it was to let himself into Jason’s apartment building, hoist open the staircase window on the floor below Jason’s apartment, and free climb up the wall to let himself onto Jason’s balcony. Jason’s door was only accessible by code, and he was aiming for stealth this time. Dick hunkered down to listen closely.

Duke was definitely in there. He could hear the faint music of a boss battle coming from inside.

‘...That’s definitely weird,’ Dick noted, getting excited about it. ‘Jason doesn’t own games. What’s Duke got on him? Is it blackmail? What do I have to do to force Duke to tell me?’

#red check yes #dp x dc #dc x dp #dead on main

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saltymarshmall0w · 8 days ago

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Dp x DC blerb

Danny jumped, seeing Dick outside his window. He was perched on the ledge almost comfortably and waving enthusiastically.

Danny ran over the past ten seconds in his head, trying to remember if he used any ghost powers, as he hurried to open the second-story window.

“Why did you resort to climbing my walls?" Danny asked incredulously, watching Dick tuck and roll into his bedroom like a freaking acrobat. "I would have been down in two seconds!"

“Dicky-bird here was raised in the circus. He’s just like that.” A man, probably between Danny and Dick’s age, but giving off a much gruffer vibe, also climbed in through the window, landing with a heavy thud of his boots.

He stood up to his full height, revealing himself to be built to approximately the size of a brick house. Even though Danny just saw it, he had no idea how the man fit through his window.

“Uhuh,” Danny answered, so focused on wearily watching who must have been one of Dick's mentioned "baby brothers", he missed the little kid that simply materialized by Danny’s elbow. He glared up at Danny like a particularly judgmental cat.

#Writing excerpt from something I will *never* post #danny phantom #dpxdc #dick grayson #Dick is just like that #and so are his brothers #jason todd #damian wayne #Climbing into peoples windows #Just batfam things

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wondersinwaynemanor · 10 months ago

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thinking how Dick always finds ways to hang out with his brothers. but reality is that, they have grown with different schedules and locations and responsibilities. his brothers have partners now. Jason is a dad for goodness sake.

Dick finds himself often emotional. he is a man nearing his 30's, but he still often misses his younger brothers.

so Dick tries.

Dick, calls Jason, who is in Star City: Hey, Little Wing. You free this Saturday? There's a new action movie. Want to check it out?

Jason, pouts at the other end of the phone: Sorry, Dickie. I have to attend to Lian's reading playdate at her friend's house. Roy refuses to go.

Dick, feels a pang on his chest: Oh, of course, yeah. I'm glad you're there to teach Roy how to read.

Jason, laughs which makes Dick smile: Hey, lay off! But maybe we can watch another movie next month? My schedule is kinda booked this month-

Dick, doesn't mean to cut his brother off: No problem, Jay. Next time, yeah? Maybe me and Wally can visit soon.

Jason: You both should. Lian is asking for her favorite uncles. Please don't tell Tim and Conner I told you that.

Dick, laughs: I'll see you soon, Little Wing. Miss you. Say "hi" to Lian for me. And "fuck you" to Roy for me.

Jason, chuckles which makes Dick smile again: You got it, Goldie. See ya!

Dick keeps trying.

Dick knocks on the door of Tim's room and cherishes this moment, because Tim is barely at the Manor. Well, none of them mostly are at the Manor for years now. He enters when Tim says "come in".

Dick: Timmy!! Want to try this new coffee-

he closes his mouth when he sees Tim in front of the mirror, wearing a suit and fixing a tie.

Dick, frowns: Oh, you leaving already?

Tim bites his lip as he concentrates to fixing the tie. Dick chuckles and approaches Tim to do it for him.

Tim: Yes, going to Metropolis for a business meeting. Then off to New York after, booked that hotel for me and Kon.

Tim gestures to the packed bag on the floor.

Dick, feels a pang on his chest: Oh, right right. I almost forgot.

he backs up and smiles at his brother.

Dick: Well, looks like you're ready to go. You look handsome, Baby Bird.

Tim, smiles: Thank you, Dick.

he gives Dick a quick hug and Dick wishes it was longer.

Tim: See you next week, Dick!

Dick: Have fun! See you, Timmy!

before Tim exists his room, he turns around.

Tim: You were saying something a while ago? Sorry, I didn't catch it.

Dick: It's nothing.

Tim: You better tell me when I come back. Bye, Dick!

Dick, says to the empty room: Bye...

and Dick keeps trying.

Dick is barely with Damian during patrols anymore, so he's glad his brother called for back up, since Bruce was in another planet with the Justice League. Damian has grown so much, he's been using new suits, because he has outgrown a few of the older ones.

Nightwing: Hey, Robin. Want to catch some Big Belly burgers after we freshen up?

Robin: I think I'll have to pass, Nightwing. Superboy is picking me up in a few.

Nightwing, feels a pang on his chest: Right, right. He better not drop you.

Robin, snorts, but he smiles so Nightwing smiles also: He would never.

before Nightwing leaves Robin on the rooftop, he leans down to kiss the top of his head. it hits him that very long ago, he acted as his father figure when Batman was gone.

Nightwing: Take care, okay? Love you.

Nightwing thought he would not get a response, but as soon as he turns around to head for home, he hears Robin.

Robin: Love you, Akhi.

Dick has come to accept that his brothers are grown up now. that maybe he wasn't part of their lives anymore, he could honestly cry-

so when the door opens of their house, he expects to see Wally, bringing flowers and food like usual, but he sees his brothers instead. Jason has a box on his hand, which happens to be a copy of the movie they were supposed to watch. Tim has a bag of coffee from the new cafe place. Damian has a bag from Big Belly Burger. and if there tears on his eyes when they hang out that night, at least he's got his brothers to cuddle with on the couch.

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aestheticaltcow · 2 months ago

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I read some of your stuff and really liked it and I was wondering

If you could do like a carmy x English major fic?

Like maybe a book store opens somewhere near the bear and it’s Natalie’s babies first birthday and he figures that kids like books and stuffed animals and he’s been too busy to get anything for the party cuz he’s helping Natalie by catering so she doesn’t have to worry about it

So he goes in and he meets reader and she recommends him something (like stellaluna or where the wild things are, like a classic kids book that carmy has somehow never heard of)

But then he thinks she’s really cute so he just keeps finding excuses to go in and talk to her and she starts like regularly recommending him books and everyone’s like “when the fuck did he learn how to read?”

No pressure just thought I’d ask, tysm!

Written Romance

Carmy Berzatto x Reader

The Bear Masterlist

“What do you even get a one-year-old?” Marcus queried as he looked down at the pastel-fruit-decorated birthday invitation. Michelle Witaske-Berzatto’s Berry's first birthday was this upcoming Sunday, and of course, the entire Bear staff was invited.

Carmy shrugged, “Last time I babysat, she played with a paper towel roll for 45 minutes.” he chuckled, remembering his niece squealing as she threw it in the air as much as her chubby little arms could. While he had become one of Natalie’s go-to babysitters, his apartment lacked baby-friendly activities. He’d busted out a couple of his old stuffed animals from Donna’s garage, and he had a couple of soft blankets for her to sit on, but aside from that- he was the awkward uncle who didn’t know what to talk about with a baby. He did like reading about French cuisine with her, but Sugar argued she preferred the story books Donna and their Nona used to read them when they were little. Carmy insisted she was actually a huge Julia Child fan, but his opinion was written off.

Carmy was taking out the trash when he noticed a new bookstore had opened a few storefronts down. He paused before throwing the bags in the dumpster; he’d have to check it out on his break.

It had been a slow day in the bookshop, granted days like this were nice since you were behind on homework. You were on a hot streak with your writing when the welcome bell rang, signaling you had a customer. After mentally cursing their existence, you closed your laptop and looked up to see a handsome man. Black Dickie work pants, crisp white t-shirt, and Birkenstock clogs with a reusable tote bag on his shoulder. You bit your cheek as you watched this mystery man approach the counter. “Hey, how can I help you?” your voice cracked subtly enough for him not to notice- or at least not indicate he heard it crack.

“Do you have any children’s section and recommendations?” he asked hopefully. “Well, that depends,” you started as you walked around the counter. “How old is the kiddo?” you asked as you walked toward the back of the shop, motioning him to follow you.

“She’s one.” Carmy answered, following you through a narrow hallway made up of two overstuffed bookshelves. You nodded, “Well, my nephew loved Stellaluna when he was little- so that’s my go-to.”

Carmy nodded, “Okay.. any others? It’s her birthday, so wanna get her somethin’ fun.” he explained as you handed him a copy of Stellaluna, “Is this about bats?” he asked as he held up the book to you. You laughed and nodded, “It’s charming- it’s about embracing differences and how different people can be friends.”

You directed Carmy through the children’s section for about an hour. Carmy held a pile of colorful picture books and a copy of a fairy series you’d recommended for when Michelle got older. “You’re really into this, aren’t you?” Carmy asked as he set the pile of books on the counter. You nodded as you began ringing up his purchase, “I’m getting my Master’s in English Lit.”

Carmy smiled, “That’s cool.”

“Thanks… what about you? Are you passionate about your work?” you challenged as you put each book in a paper bag. “Passion is a subjective experience… I’m a chef- I actually own The Bear.” he laughed, gesturing toward the exit. “Is it nearby? Sorry, I don’t go out to eat often.” you grimaced, hoping you hadn’t offended him. Carmy nodded, “It’s across the street a few doors down.”

“I’ll check it out sometime.” you smiled, handing him his bag. Carmy nodded, “Sure thing. I’m Carmy, by the way.”

“Y/N. I hope the little one likes her books.”

“I’ll be her favorite uncle for sure.”

It took a few weeks for Natalie to notice, Carmy was happier. When she went to pick Michelle up she noticed an ever growing stack of children’s books, coloring books, and his not ratty old stuffed animals from Donna’s garage. Something was goin’ on… she just didn’t know what.

“Is Carmy dating someone?” she asked Syd one night when they were alone in the office. She shrugged, “Honestly, I don’t want to know about his love life.” she laughed at the end. The sheer obscurity of Carmy having a girlfriend after the Claire saga was something Syd didn’t want to wrap her head around. “He’s been going to that bookshop a lot- if he is seeing someone, she probably works there.” Syd thought aloud as Natalie hit print on the document she’d been working on.

“Hm. Interesting…”. “Natalie trailed off as she exited the office with the paperwork and a pen. She walked into the dining room to get Richie to sign off on an order. She watched him squeeze the bridge of his nose at the host stand. “Stressed?” Natalie commented as she set the documents in front of Richie. Yeah… where’s Carmy? I need to ask him about the menu for next week.”

Natalie shrugged, “Not sure. He said he had to run an errand?”

Richie shook his head, “I swear that child is tryin’ to get with this girl- mother fucker learned how to read to impress her. Marcus saw him reading some philosophy book in the office last night.”

“Hm. I guess I’ll just have to ask him about it.”

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urrockstar-xe · 4 months ago

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Please, please, please - d.g x fem!reader

posted july 8th, 2024 10:11 pm

reidsexual asked: “please please please” with dick grayson🙏🙏

OHHHH NOW WE'RE TALKING i hope u don't mind the little twist I did with this one, i also think i could totally go more in depth with this idea but for now, heres ur blurb :)

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wc: 0.4k

just used brenton cause hes hot and the nightwing gifs are lacking, not necessarily or even close to titans!dick

not proofread

Dick knew full well what he was getting into when he began dating you, how couldn’t he?

Getting with someone who grew up in the darkest parts of Gotham, raised by the worst of the worst, who all seem to have a knack for childcare.

“And who exactly is your new little lady friend?” Of course, Jason was curious, he saw how Dick hesitated every time his little brother mentioned Dick’s latest partner in crime,

Metaphorically, of course.

But before Dick could even finish your name, Jason was in hysterics.

“Her? She’s going to eat you alive, Dickie, and probably stomp in your chest in the process.”

Jason was the 4th person to tell him a variation of that same warning.

“No, man, she’s different than you think, really” He promised.

“Really, Jay, I have good judgment, trust me.” Jason just scoffed, chuckling at his insistence,

“I don’t know if I should laugh at you or feel sad for you over the irony in that statement.”

Dick cannot afford for you to make any mistakes.

Dick watched as you trained, focusing on how hard you were going on the punching bag. He walked up closer, grabbing the bag as you hit it, causing you to stop. “What?” You asked, out of breath.

“Give me your fist” You did just that, watching as he moved your hand in a different position, “try that way, stronger hits. Can’t have you embarrassing me out there” He teased, winking at you as he held the bag. You scoffed, ignoring how your cheeks warmed and the grin that forced its way onto your face.

“So, our date tonight,” You started punching again, listening to Dick’s hum as he waited for you to continue. “What’s the plan, Wonderboy?”

“I was thinking, maybe, we could just spend the night in, get takeout, watch a movie, somethin’ simple” he suggested casually, shrugging. “I was kinda craving some fresh air tonight,” you teased, smiling at his date idea.

“Oh but, baby, the ceiling fan is so nice”

“You just want to have me to yourself, greedy” you mused, punching again, catching him off guard as he chuckled, tightening his hold on the bag.

“What can I do to convince you to let me have you all to myself tonight?” he asked, almost cautious to ask. “Beg.”

here’s his reason to be cautious.

“Please baby, please, please, please.”

“Okay fine, we can have a night in”

His fear of getting hurt from this budding relationship was walking hand in hand with his fear of you crushing his ego, but he loved a thrill.

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justherebecause15 · 1 year ago

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Pet names Bruce uses for his kids.

I'm having feelings so let's do this crap

Bruce's petnames are all either really old fashioned or strange. very few normal ones.

Dick: Chum, Dickie, kiddo, his little bird, baby. I feel like Bruce calls all his babies baby because. well. that's what they are. Dick won't let Bruce call him anything when he moves out. Bruce still does.

Babs: she's more of like a niece to him, but i can totally see him calling her barbie and kiddo and little girl.

Jason: Jay, lad, Jaylad, Jaybird (he 86'd that one when Roy started), bean. He calls him bean because he was a little bean. a tiny infant. he still does it when Jason's 6'4.

Tim: Sweetheart, buddy, timbit, Tater Tot, and the much longer Tim The Tater Tot.

Cass: Sweetheart, honey, sugarpea or sugarsnap, princess, my moon.

Steph: Steph, and Angel. sometimes, she's very tired and swear that he calls her "stephy". she's right.

Damian: With Damian, I like to think he reuses his mother's nickname of "beloved". I feel like he knows Damian misses his mama, but Bruce is one hell of an emotionally stunted alpaca and doesn't know what to do about it, so that's his little way of acknowledging her presence. Damian loves it. he also calls him dames, and sometimes little pear or cactus, because he's prickly. like a prickly pear cactus

Duke: he calls duke champ. like unironically. as well as kiddo and sport. Duke calls him an old man. Once he finds out about his powers he calls him a bunch of names to do with that. His little firefly(ONLY OUTSIDE OF GOTHAM), his lightbulb, starlight, sunny, my sun. Once he called him lighting mcqueen. Duke dyed his hair red in his sleep for that one.

I don't really know a lot of the other characters, like harper or cullen or luke. but of the ones I've got a grasp on, these what i think they'd be.

#i also know nothing about jarro #bruce wayne #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #jason todd #barbara gordon #I'm very attached to the petname angel #because my dad called me that #when i was little #i miss it #batdad

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lovelywetdreamer · 10 months ago

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Prompt 3: Dick teaching you to suck dick

"Can you pretty please teach me how to suck dick, Dicky?"

"Say what again?"

"You teach me your beautiful girlfriend to suck your dick. Please bae?"

In the first place in his life, Dick is out of words. His brain must be having a kick at his expense. That have to be it. You are like the most innocent person he knows. You never curse. For example, you called him a Moby Dick when he is acting like a dick sometime.

Now that he thinks about it, you stuttered everytime you try to make a dirty joke. With all the information he had collected about you, you can't blame your boyfriend for being shock from your lewd request. Dick's rub your soft, squishy cheek before pinching it. "Are you really my Y/N?"

"Don't be silly, of course it's me.", you put your hand on his chest and made him sit in a chair, "I just want to be a good girl that please her man." Your soul left your body. You can't believe you said that with a straight face; you couldn't say that to youself in the mirror without blushing.

"So are you going to teach me or not?", as you say while your knees are hitting the floor, your brown eyes are looking up into his piercing blue eyes. Now the second time in Dick's life, his mouth cannot search for words. His pant was becoming tight of the sight of his beautiful girlfriend on her knees for him. Dick's dick twitching and begging to be touch.

"Shit baby! You're going to melt my brain you that dontcha? Of course, I'll teach you babygirl, but I need to make sure you are okay with this. Do this for yourself not for me, okay?"

"I want to do this."

"I'm all yours then princess.", he says with a smirk as he unzip his pant and rub his thumb along your soft juicy, plumpy lips. "Before we start tho, can you bring me the chocolate syrup from the fridge?"

"Okay, but why?"

"Don't question your teacher."

When you came back retrieving the chocolate syrup from the fridge, Dick was spread eagle in the chair. He is a robin but how he looking at you, you would had thought he was wolf starring at his prey. You were on your knees before your brain could processed the action. "Hand me the chocolate syrup."

The moment you hand him the chocolate syrup he poured some already on his leaking dick. "I know you hate sour and bitter thing in your mouth."

You have the most sweetest boyfriend in the world, literally. He rubs his hand through your braids, "Please goes at your own pace and don't tries to force the whole thing down your throat. I know how greedy you can get."

"I'm not that greedy now", you say with a toothy grin. You wouldn't scared as you were nervous. Dick is suprisely packing. You are wondering now how he could hide this meaty six inch monster in that tight leather costume. You place a kiss on his red swollen, leaking precum tip. Experimental licks up and down on his length. You read in a book to make sure get a man's dick wet before putting it in your mouth.

Withdrawaling your tongue from his dick, whimpers escape Dick's mouth. You open your mouth wide enough to slowly put his tip inside your warm wet mouth. You don't want your teeth to gaze him. Inch by inch enter your mouth at the best of your ability. Dick has to keep running his hand through his hair. That's the only thing keeping him under control from thrusting upward into your hot little mouth.

"Try to bob your head up and down like bobbing for apples."

His hand were now on the back your head as you bob up and down on his length. "You're such a good girl for me." News to you his praise making you form a wet spot in your panties. You tried to shove his member down your throat, to no one suprise your gag reflex turn against you. Dick quickly remove himself from your mouth. "Are you okay?!", Dick say as he is rubbing your back.

"I gotten too cocky. Sorry, I'm good. Please let me continue."

"Okay, but remember you are a beginner."

You guys continue where you left at. Dick's moans and groans fill the room when you moved a little faster around him. You even moan around his member; Dick accidentally pulls your hair and say," You're gonna be a good whore for me right?

Sadly within ten minutes, Dick was tapping on your shoulder, "I'm gonna cum babygirl. You should probably get off my junk right now baby." He wanted to last longer for you. Little dick follow his own rules not big Dick's rule. You kept going on his dick waiting hungrily for his cum. Your mouth was full of his chocolate flavor cum. The chocolate syrup couldn't hide the true bitter flavor of his cum. At least he tried to hide the flavor for you.

He gave the biggest and wettest kiss on your lip.

#DC #dick grayson #batman #robin #dick grayson x female reader #nightwing #night wing x female reader #dick grayson x black reader #night wing black female reader #dick grayson smut #DC smut #night wing smut #dick grayson x inexperience reader

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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 9 months ago

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Slade has spent an awful long time toying with the bats especially Nightwing he even respects the little Robin after so long.

But there must have been some misconception along the way.

"Little Bird, don't think your living beyond anything other than my god damn mercy, your not your brother."

The wound on Nightwings leg must be giving him some trouble as he slouches stuttering out

"What..I don't get it, who."

Grabbing Dicks head grip tightening hard enough to leave reminders everytime his pretty bird looks in the mirror.

"You might be the oldest," stoking down to where the zipper lays on his costume.

"Yet, My Little Dove Rouges do not shake at the very mention of your name, more importantly you are nothing more than a pretty inconvenience and I don't need your bird gunning for my head I already owe him enough." Snarls out of his mouth.

His guns are loaded back, mask in place becon flashing so that the Bat can come get his eldest he turns.

"Slade wait" gasps Nightwing.

"What did, Jay do to earn that. What did you do for him?"

Oh his poor idiotic little protege

"Your little Red Hood is nothing more than a worthless street brat past his expiration. Only one of you pathetic little brats has actually made a mark beyond annoying your daddy."

"Damian than, I know you have tangled with him before." He sounds confused oh how delightful.

"I have to go little bird, your stalling is truly admirable but I don't feel like fighting your family, but again I find it fascinating that the worlds greatest detectives don't understand the wolf hiding under the sheep. You name all your siblings but the one who's impressive, who is almost a better villain than I." He pauses.

"I fight to win, why would I fight the Robin who would put me in a grave for daring to piss him off I have rules about killing clients it's bad for business after all." He can't help the laughter that slips through.

"You mean Red Robin don't you, I don't understand."

"He's Tim when would he have done anything with you, he avoids you like the plague." Growls Nightwing.

As Slade walks through the door throwing one last tidbit for Dickie to think over.

"Oh sweetheart, I avoid him and let's just say the streets tend to bleed when baby brother isn't happy."

He's already ten blocks away when the Bat descends to rescure pretty bird he whips out his phone sending a warning to his favorite Robin not even a second later it rings.

"How's my favorite boy wonder tonight"

"Really Dad, now I have bats on my ass you have to be fucking with me."

"No I just think it's time you come home, you can't tell me your having fun kiddo." Smile creeping on his face he never denied having a favorite child after all.

" Yah alright old man don't think I won't kick your ass for this."

"Always, I expect nothing less love you."

"Yah, yah New York midnight see you soon"

" Can't wait I got a billionaire waiting for you Renegade"

He hangs up, he wonders how the Bat will handle this or better yet how betrayed the heroes will be after his son is done only time will tell.

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disillusioneddanny · 1 year ago

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Halloween Traditions Tim/Danny

Danny smiled to himself as he watched Violet run across the room doing flips and cartwheels excitedly. He glanced over at his husband and snorted.

“Are you seriously still pouting?” He asked, arching an eyebrow at the vigilante. Tim let out a huff and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I wanted her to be like a princess or I dunno like a robot or a zombie!” He grumbled angrily, still watching their daughter dressed in her gaudy and obnoxious costume. When the lights of their home hit it just right, the sequins seemed to shine right in Danny’s eyes. Silently, he agreed with his husband. Out of all the costumes in the world, Violet really had to pick this one for what she wanted to be for Halloween. But they were encouraging parents, they had to let their daughter choose what she wanted to make her happy. And apparently, this costume made her happy.

“I understand but we should have known better than to show her the costume with the sequins,” Danny said with a wince as Violet giggled and flew around their heads. The four-year-old was beyond happy to go trick or treating tonight with her uncles. The four men were going to be there any minute now and Danny had a feeling that Violet would get quite the reaction from her costume once they got here.

Truly, Dick had outdone himself this year.

It had turned into a tradition for the Wayne family upon the birth of their first niece. Each one would gift the Nightingales a costume of their vigilante personas for Violet to dress up as. On her first Halloween, she was only one month old and Danny and Tim had decided to ignore all of the costumes gifted to them and dress her as her namesake. She had worn a beautiful little violet flower costume.

The next year Violet was one and the couple had again vetoed all of the vigilante costumes and instead dressed her up as a potato. Something that no one found funny but Tim and Danny but it was fine, they thought it was genius.

When she was two the couple had dressed her up as a ghost, again no one was amused but the couple, but they were thriving with getting to choose their baby’s Halloween costumes and ignore all of the horrible vigilante costumes thrust at them by their family.

Her fourth Halloween Violet had gotten old enough to actually make her own decisions for her costumes and had declared happily to her parents that she wanted to dress up like a unicorn which of course her parents happily obliged.

This year, though, Dick was a traitor. He was a horrible scumbag of a man and Danny knew that Tim would never forgive his eldest brother for this slight against their family. He had managed to worm his way into becoming Violet’s favorite uncle and not only that, but he had shown her the wonders of Discowing.

And somehow that had been all Violet was able to talk about this year was her desire to be sparkly like her Uncle Nightwing. And that was the biggest kick in the teeth for the couple.

Danny had taken one look at the costume and he had been horrified. Tim had nearly sobbed in horror upon seeing the atrocious get-up. And what was worse was the fact that Dick brought his old Discowing costume out of retirement to match.

“People are going to see Dick as Discowing and they’re going to immediately make the connection that he’s Nightwing,” Tim said with a sigh.

“I doubt it, Jason said he’s going as a zombie, Duke is going as the sun, and Damian said he’s going to be dressed up as a pirate,” Danny said with a soft laugh. “I think it’ll be enough to keep people from thinking that Dickie Grayson is Nightwing. Not everyone is as smart as you are Dear,” he said, pressing a kiss to Tim’s temple. Violet dropped from the air and landed in Tim’s lap just as the doorbell rang and the front door burst open just a moment later, the four brothers barging in without a care in the world.

“Daddy you caught me!” Violet giggled, staring up at Tim with her beautiful blue eyes. Danny just smiled down at her for a moment. The two had discussed having their little ball of ghostly joy for nearly a year before Danny had decided to get off of testosterone to have her. They had weighed out all of the pros and cons of raising a daughter and had found themselves wanting a child more than anything in the world and a year later, the twenty-two-year-olds had found themselves with the most perfect ball of joy.

“Violet!” A voice screeched, shaking Danny from his reverie and he groaned as soon as he looked up to find Dick bounding towards them to grab the four-year-old and pull her into his arms. He looked just as obnoxious as Danny was suspecting he would.

“Are you seriously going to go out in that?” Danny asked staring at the get-up in absolute horror.

Dick grinned and stuck his tongue out at Danny for just a moment before he turned his attention to the little girl in a matching costume.

“Is there anything we need to know before we take Violet out for trick or treating?” Damian asked, ever the most mature out of the Wayne boys.

Danny smiled. “Just keep her safe at all costs and make sure her grandpa remembers that she’s staying the night tonight,” he said softly, carefully wrapping his arm around Tim’s shoulders. He was sad that he was missing out on Halloween, just as he was every year since they had their daughter. But it was unfortunately unavoidable.

This was the time of the year when the veil was at its thinnest and therefore Danny was at his most unstable. He could barely keep his human form together the week of Samhain and Tim was stuck on guard duty to keep Danny from losing control. He was armed with an improved Fenton Thermos and was given strict rules to soup Danny if his powers started to fritz out even a smidgen.

“And what about you Ghostie?” Jason asked, walking over. Danny took a moment to take in his brother-in-law's costumes and couldn’t help the snicker that came from him.

Jason was covered in green paint and fake blood, spirit gum covered his face like rotting skin, and his clothes were ripped and raggedy. Duke was dressed in a bright yellow jumpsuit, a headband covered his head in bright yellow that looked like sun rays. Beside him, Damian was wearing the fanciest pirate costume that Danny had ever seen and he was pretty sure that his sword was real.

“Please don’t let Vi get close to the sword,” Danny said with a sigh before he looked back at Jason. “I’m fine, as soon as you all leave Tim is going to throw up the ghost shield and we’re probably going to watch some movies or something,” he said just as the room covered itself in a thin layer of frost and Danny winced. “My powers are a little on the fritz but hopefully we don’t have a repeat of what happened last year.”

Everyone winced at that and Danny had enough decency to look slightly embarrassed. The year before he and Tim had been having a rather quiet night when Tim had accidentally scared Danny and his ghostly wail was heard around the world. Tim had gone deaf for a good three hours before the ringing stopped and his hearing slowly came back to him.

“I can tell,” Jason said wryly. “We’ll keep the squirt safe for ya and B knows that she’s his responsibility tonight. He and Alfie are already Violet-proofing her room and the playroom,” he said.

“You all are going to be there too, right?” Tim asked hesitantly, watching as Dick threw Violet in the air and she flipped a few times before floating back into his arms. Their daughter was a bit ghostly like Danny, not enough for this time of year to truly incapacitate her the way it did Danny but enough that she had some fun powers in her arsenal. The girl could walk through walls and fly like her father but she didn’t have a ghost form and thank the ancients she didn’t have any of Danny’s other powers it seemed. She was mostly human with just enough ghost in her to make things fun and stressful for her parents.

“We will be,” Damian said seriously with a nod. “Do not worry, Father will not accidentally traumatize her like he did on her birthday.”

Everyone shuddered at the memory.

“Let me get her overnight bag,” Tim said, standing up. He pressed a kiss to Danny’s forehead before he left the room to get Vi’s things for the night.

Soon the brothers and Violet were on their way and Danny found himself curled up on the couch with his husband, a soft smile on his face.

“Think they’re going to be okay?” Danny asked nervously. “This is her first year going with her powers and I don’t know how prepared the guys are for it.”

Tim laughed and wrapped his arm around Danny’s shoulders as he reclined back in the couch. “They’re going to be fine Babe. How much trouble can four vigilantes and a meta kid get into?” He asked before slowly trailing off at the end. “What have we done?”

“They’ve taken her trick or treating every year,” Danny reasoned. “Surely it won’t be worse this year. Besides she only has the intangibility and the flying,” he said carefully. “They wouldn’t lose her.”

“They won’t lose her,” Tim said but Danny could tell just from looking at his husband that he believed the words just as much as Danny did. Tim was quiet for a moment as he contemplated it for a moment. “If I left the ghost shield up would you be fine on your own while I stalk them?”

Danny sighed and looked around the frost that covered their house and let out a breath. “Just soup me and take me with you. That way if something happens I can help you out at least a little bit.”

“Are you sure you want me to soup you?” Tim asked hesitantly, his hand already reaching for the thermos tucked underneath the couch.

Danny let out a huff and nodded his head. “Just don’t drop me again,” he said before Tim leaned forward, gave him a kiss before opening the thermos and sucking Danny into it.

Tim quickly set to work. He first changed from his pajamas to his Red Robin gear and quickly locked up the house before he went off to track his family.

“ It can’t be that bad, could it?” Danny asked through the comms device. The new thermos was upgraded so that if Danny was ever souped in it for whatever reason he was still able to communicate with the Bats. It was primarily made because of Halloween and when Danny lost control of his powers but they had used it other times as well whenever Danny was hurt on patrol and needed to be taken back to the cave or if he had to be hidden away from Amateaur ghost hunters who didn’t know when to quit.

“Knowing those idiots? Definitely,” Tim ground out before he climbed to the top of a building and tracked the movements of his family.

.....

“Violet, honey, don’t forget that you’re supposed to hold our hand the entire time,” Jason reminded as Violet phased her hand from Dick’s grip and tried to run ahead only for Duke to grab her and pull her back. Somehow, they weren’t sure how yet, but his powers made it where Violet’s intangibility didn’t work on her which meant he was on ghost duty for the night.

“But you’re being so slow,” she groaned, stomping her foot.

“We’re being slow because there’s a bunch of people who are out and we don’t want to lose you,” Dick said, looking down at the girl. “Besides, I’m pretty sure your dads gave you very strict rules about when you’re allowed to use your powers. Right?”

Violet grumbled under her breath and attempted to tug her hand away from Duke who only held on tighter.

“Violet, mumbling is unbecoming,” Damian chided. “And if you behave during our trick-or-treat session then I will allow you to play with my sword upon our arrival at the manor.”

Violet perked up at that and looked up at her uncle. “Can I stab Grandpa Bruce with it?” She asked, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Absolutely,” Jason said at the same time the other Duke and Dick let out a loud no.

Damian hummed. “If you manage to do it without using your powers then yes,” he said.

“Damian!” Dick gasped out. “Tim said no weapons.”

“What Dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Violet said and Jason chuckled in response, he taught his niece so well.

“No, absolutely not,” Dick declared. “You are not stabbing your Grandpa Bruce with a sword. You can stab Jason instead, or a training dummy.”

“I guess,” Violet said with a huff as she leaned into Duke’s side, the man simply chuckled and ruffled her hair with his free hand.

“When did you get to be so stabby Baby Ghost?” Duke asked him curiously. The girl merely shrugged her shoulders in response.

“I dunno, Youngblood, and I like to play pirates a lot,” she said with a small smile, referring to her cousin.

The group of five made it to the next door on the block and Duke led the little girl up to the door as the other three stood back.

“You can come out now Tim,” Jason said lazily. Tim huffed and slipped out of the shadows of the house he had been hiding in.

“You told her she could stab Bruce!” He exclaimed. “You can’t just encourage violence like that! She’s supposed to be acting like an ordinary girl not–”

“You let her play with ghosts,” Dick pointed out. “Not only that but both of her parents and all of her aunts and uncles are vigilantes and she has powers. The only normal person in her family is Jazz and she’s scarier than all of us combined,” he said with a shudder, thinking back on the time the redhead had been the defense attorney on a case that Dick had to be a witness for. She was a force to be reckoned with and Dick was terrified of the woman.

“Danny said that his side of the family doesn’t let Vi play with knives.”

“Remind Danny that his parents are in Blackgate,” Damian said with a huff.

“He resents that,” Tim said, repeating his husband's response.

“Oh my god, is he souped right now?” Jason asked, reaching over and grabbing the thermos from Tim. “How’s it feel to be souped up like a little bitch?” he whispered into the mic attached to the thermos.

“Danny said he has no problem sharing the space with your smell Revenant ass,” Tim said with a snicker just as Duke started back towards them with Violet in tow. He narrowed his eyes at his brothers before snatching Danny away from Jason. “No weapons, no stabbings. I’ve got my eyes on you dumbasses and I will release my ridiculously overpowered husband to torment you all if you lose my baby.”

Dick rolled his eyes. “Calm down Baby Bat. This is our fifth Halloween with Violet, we won’t let anything happen to her,” he said. “Powers or no powers,” he said before he eyed the thermos that Danny was sitting in.

“Don’t even think about souping my child,” Tim hissed before he disappeared into the shadows once more.

The rest of the night blessedly went off without a hitch. Tim and his souped-up husband kept an eye on Tim’s brothers for the rest of the night until he saw the ghost shield go up around Wayne Manor and felt just a little bit better.

He soon found himself back in his own home with Danny curled up next to him as he let out a breath of air. “The new thermos is roomier but man it’s still so uncomfortable,” Danny said with a whine as Tim ran his fingers through his husband’s hair.

“We can go back to the lab and figure it out later,” Tim hummed. “How are you feeling?”

“Sleepy. But also like I could destroy the entire world if I hiccuped,” Danny said with a chuckle before he let out a yawn. Before Tim could respond his cell phone went off.

“It’s Duke,” Tim said before he answered.

“Tim, we have a bit of a problem. Not sure if we need Danny to get her down or if you have any tips or tricks. But Violet is on one of the chandeliers and the only one who can get to her is Dick but she goes intangible every time he gets close to her,” Duke rushed out, his words smashing together.

“Danny would likely destroy the entire manor if he even tried to get her down. She’ll tire herself out eventually just get her when she does,” Tim said with a sigh.

“You got it, have fun you two,” Duke said before hanging up the phone.

“How did we have a daughter who acts just like Dick of all people?” Tim asked as he tossed his phone onto the coffee table.

“I couldn’t tell you,” Danny said with a sigh as he flicked through the movies on their television. “How does Nightmare Before Christmas sound?”

“That’s a Christmas movie,” Tim said, crinkling his nose.

“It’s a Halloween movie too,” Danny huffed out. “It’s both.”

“No, it isn’t. It’s not even about Halloween, it’s literally about Christmas.”

“It’s about Halloween too!” Danny argued before turning the movie on. “I’m right and you’re wrong so we’re watching it so I can prove it to you.”

“I can’t believe you’re making me watch a Christmas movie on Halloween,” Tim complained. Danny just chuckled and leaned up to give his husband a soft kiss.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you too,” Tim said with a small smile as the beginning of the movie started up. Sure their Halloween traditions were a little strange but Tim had to admit, he wouldn’t have them any other way.

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gothamite-rambler · 8 days ago

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Barbara Petty Revenge (Batfamily Chronicles Microfiction Series)

Context: Dick ate Barbara pastrami sandwich.

Barbara’s voice crackled through the comm as we Dick Grayson aka Nightwing stood alone on a rooftop, silhouetted against the skyline.

Barbara: Dickie bird, this is Oracle. What’s your location?

Dick crossed his arms and frowned, the tension evident on his face as he refused to respond. He knew she would be like this after eating her lunch, but in his defense the food wasn't labeled... and that was all he could use as a defense.

Barbara could feel the anger from his silence, so she continued to poke fun.

Barbara (mischievous smile as she speaks louder): Dickie bird, are you in? Dickie? Dickard? Dichard? Dickwad?

Dick pressed the comm button with an audible click, his face turning red with anger.

Dick (finally speaking, angry): Okay, that last one is intended to be insulting!

Barbara leans back in her chair, taking a sip from her tumler cup before putting on the theatrics.

Barbara (feigning shock): What am I doing wrong? These are nicknames connected to your main nickname, and I am simply calling you these as terms of endearment.

Dick shifts his weight, visibly irritated.

Dick: That is a damn lie! You are clearly doing this to mess with me because I ate that two-day-old pastrami sandwich! If you wanted it, label it!

Barbara put on a mock serious expression, placing her cup on the desk.

Barbara (fake stammering): I—What—I—I would never! I am simply being a friend. You eating the clearly pastrami-filled sandwich is not why I'm doing this. It's not like I'm the only other person who eats pastrami from the deli that's difficult to get to since I'm freaking paralyzed and it’s hard to take an Uber.

Dick rolled his eyes, a little smirk creeping onto his face despite himself.

Dick (trying to upset her): You snooze, you lose!

Barbara leaned forward, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Barbara: Mm-hm, mm-hm. Well, I am not being petty, just a friend. I even combined two of them—Dickard.

Barbara’s brows furrowed as she smiled, waiting for his neck move.

Dick (angry whisper): Dickard and Dichard aren’t what you call me! My name when I'm on patrol is Nightwing! I have been going by Nightwing for ten years! Say my damn hero name!

Barbara twirled her pen mockingly, pretending to be deep in thought.

Barbara (twirling her pen while pretending to think): Hm... I'm not sure, Dickard. Let me try to say it a few times: Nightwing, Nightwing, Nightwing... Chickenwing... Cockwing! Is that better?

Dick’s frustration boiled over, his body tense with anger as he raised his voice.

Dick: Keep talking, bitch, and I’ll tape your mouth shut! You call me by my name, Barbie, or—

Barbara, maintaining her sweet facade, leans back with her arms crossed.

Barbara (sickeningly sweet): Now, that’s not very nice. Dickwad, I was simply checking—

Dick jumping up and down in rage, clearly losing his patience.

Dick: I am not in the mood for this!

Suddenly, Bruce, in his Batman suit, enters the comm chat, his voice authoritative.

Bruce (entering the comm chat): Would you both stop being children! Oh my God, I will buy you a new sandwich, Oracle! Nightwing... you are grounded!

Barbara cackled hearing this news. She won, got a free sandiwch and got a grown man punished by his father. Dick shoulders slumped in shock.

Nightwing: What?! I didn't even do anything!

Bruce’s tone remains stern, emphasizing his frustration.

Batman: You are acting foolish in the middle of your job! And you threatened her! She is mocking you, yes, but she has not threatened you. You're grounded!

Barbara, taking advantage of the moment, shifted to a baby voice, playing innocent.

Barbara (baby voice): Yeah, I am a frail paralyzed lady. You might hurt me for harmless jokes? That’s so mean.

She chuckled softly in the background, further irritating Dick.

Dick (shrill voice): SHE'S LAUGHING AT ME IN THE BACKGROUND!

Bruce’s patience wears thin.

Batman: The people around you can hear you. Grounded! You are grounded! I don't care how old you are or if she picking on you, you are acting childish. I get you're upset Kori extended her vacation for three weeks, but during that time you are grounded! No missions, no fancy electronics, no hanging out with your friends. You're grounded for three weeks! Go home and think about what you did!

Dick stood there, arms crossed and lip quivering as if he were eight again, frustration radiating from him.

Dick: I—I—THIS IS SOME BULLSHIT!

He stomped away, the comm on his end disconnecting with a loud static pop. He fired up his grappling hook gun, swinging down from the rooftop, muttering to himself as he headed home.

Barbara: Mess with the queen, you get the gullitone.

Meanwhile on the streets of Gotham Bruce waited for Tim to return with the hot dogs he wanted Bruce to try. Tim, 19 and full of youthful energy, approached the caped crusader, holding a couple of hotdogs in hand.

Tim: What did I just walk over to?

Bruce: Nightwing is grounded.

Tim (confused): You grounded him? Like he's on punishment?

Bruce glanced at Tim, a hint of exasperation in his demeanor.

Bruce: Yep.

Tim raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Tim: But... he's in his twenties, he doesn't live with you— 'You're Batman' that’s the explanation, isn’t it?

Bruce gave a curt nod, looking slightly amused despite the situation.

Bruce: Yep.

Tim shrugs, accepting the absurdity of the situation.

Tim: All right then. At least it isn't me.

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School Gates

Sooo Bruce may have forgotten four year old Tim was starting school today. But that's okay, five year old Jason has many, many solutions to that problem...

(Part of my baby-Bat AU here on AO3)

Bruce is stressed. Next level stressed. And it’s all his own stupid fault.

“I did leave a reminder with Alex at the office,” Alfred says dryly, “And on your desk in the study, and on your phone and told you to your face last week.” The older man looks deeply unimpressed. “Several times, in fact. And before you say anything,” He adds, as Bruce opens his mouth to respond. “The agreement was boys first, bats second.”

Bruce tries his utmost not to scowl. He ends up grimacing instead. “I just feel like you could be a little more helpful with the school uniform situation.”

As if on cue, Jason barges into Tim’s room, shoving past Alfred with an enormous pair of scissors clutched in his hands. “Oh my god.” Bruce breathes, stomach swooping in alarm. Where did Jason even get these from?

“Let’s just cut the sleeves off?” Jason suggests unhelpfully, not quite dodging quickly enough, as Bruce lunges for the scissors. He grunts as he tries to escape Bruce’s desperate grab for the offending blades. “Otherwise—unh—Bruce! No— we’ll be—ugh!— late.”

Tim flaps his arms, the sleeves of Jason’s knitted school sweater flapping with them. “Too big.” He says, and he drops his arms to his side with a small sigh. The sweater reaches his knees, the sleeves almost the floor.

“I did my time sorting school uniform out, if you recall, Master Bruce,” Alfred says smugly, (and Bruce is sure he can see a smirk beneath his moustache). “And given that I wash and iron all of the uniforms in the house,” he gives Bruce a pointed look. “I think I’m being more than helpful.”

He wanders out of Tim’s bedroom, leaving Bruce holding the scissors in one hand, and Jason by the ankle in the other.

Jason looks up at Bruce’s face from where he dangles. “What about the sweater you shrinked when Alfred was in the spa?” He asks, as though upside-down conversations are completely the norm. “That might fit?”

“Why don’t we just leave him behind?” Dick scowls from the doorway. “It’s not like he was in school last week, who cares if he’s there this week.”

“Be nice, Dickie.” Bruce warns, setting Jason back down on his feet. “School is important, remember? And besides, Tim wants to go, don’t you Timmy?”

Tim, who is trying to pick his nose through the sweater sleeve, doesn’t answer.

It’s not that Bruce forgot that Tim was starting school this week, clearly, or that he forgot Tim would need a school uniform to start school this week, it’s just that… look, he’s been busy, okay? And it’s not like he planned on an extra kid, it just kind of… happened? Obviously, he knew Tim was starting school, he’d paid the tuition fees himself! And it’s not that he’d forgotten Tim would need a uniform either. He’s not a moron. He just… didn’t realise all of that would be happening today.

It didn’t help that it was the middle of the semester and there were no helpful uniform reminders being sent every other week (given Tim had only come to Bruce a few weeks ago), nor did it help that none of the uniforms Dick and Jason had fit Tim (given Tim was so small for his age), and it especially didn’t help that Bruce had been up until 4am fighting some Killer-Croc wannabe calling himself ‘Danger Gator’.

All in all, Bruce wasn’t proud of himself, but frankly, at this stage of the morning, he didn’t see what other option he had.

“Boys.” He says seriously. “I need you to stay here for five minutes. You are not to leave this room, understand?”

Jason shrugs in agreement, and Tim is still too busy trying to get a finger up his nose when his hands have disappeared down such long sleeves, but Dick is furious.

“Where are you going now?" He hisses. "We’re going to be late as it is?”

“Dickie—“

“I told you we should just leave him here!”

Bruce doesn’t have time for this argument again. “Just stay here.” He says, hoping it comes off firm and authorative, but fairly certain it just sounds like he’s begging the seven year old. Then he scurries from Tim’s room, closing the door behind him.

“Superman?” He half whispers, not trying to hide the desperation in his voice. “Kal, if you can hear me, I’ve got an emergency at the Manor, the door is—” There’s a great whoosh of air and Superman appears before him, “—open.”

“What is it, Bruce? Are you okay? Lord, you look awful, what happened?” Clark says all in one rush, warm hand on Bruce’s shoulder, face full of concern.

Bruce is too tired to feel offended by the suggestion he looks awful, he’s pretty sure he’s still got drain-juice in his hair anyway. “I forgot to get Tim a school uniform.” He says, without pretence.

“You— huh?” Superman blinks politely.

“Tim. My son. Uniform. He starts school today. I need you to fly to Europe and grab me one. Probably the UK is the best bet, the stores will be open there.”

Superman blinks again. “Excuse me?”

“Clark!” Bruce snaps. “This is an emergency! I can’t send him to school without a uniform!”

Realisation slowly dawns on Superman’s face, a smug, knowing look begins to form. “Are you telling me,” He asks lightly, smirk growing with every second “Mr. I-have-a-contingency-for-every-possible-eventuality-including-sharks, wasn’t organised enough to do his back to school shopping?”

“Kal.” Bruce begins dangerously.

“Diana is going to love this.” The Kryptonian says gleefully.

“Kal!” Bruce says again, more loudly this time. “Please. I am not above begging. We have to be out the door in—” he checks his watch, “— five minutes ago! Please! Go! I will owe you one.”

Clark literally rubs his hands together with glee. “Yes, you will!” And he disappears with another whoosh. 90 seconds later, Bruce has a brand new uniform in his hands and an appointment slip for an interview with the Daily Planet’s new ‘Lifestyle’ section.

“Thanks Clark, you’re the worst.” He mumbles to himself, and heads back into Tim’s room.

“Ta-da!!” Jason says loudly as Bruce opens the door. He’s holding his hands out at Tim who is in the same ridiculously over-large sweater, but is now sporting an insane new haircut. “Remember you said Tim was meant to get haircut before school?” Jason asks, waving the safety scissors from Tim’s arts and crafts box around. “Now he’s all sorted!”

“Oh my god.” Bruce says. And he wonders if it’d be okay to lie down and cry and in front of his children.

“You don’t like?” Tim asks, him, running a hand over the side of his head, where the hair is cut so short it sticks up on end in tufts.

“No, it— it looks great, Timmy. You look very good.” Bruce tries to smile, can only manage a Chrissy Tiegen style grimace instead. “I got you a uniform, okay, let’s put this on. Jason, Dickie, out.”

The entire time Bruce is helping Tim change into his new school uniform his brain is whirring. He can’t let the kid go to school looking like a malting dog, but he also can’t let Tim miss his first day of school either. Down in the pit of his stomach, Bruce is coming to a terrible realisation. By the time Tim’s tie is tied (there’s not time for teaching this morning), he realises there is literally no other option.

He rushes the boys out the door, taking the car to school instead of their usual morning walk, so they’re not even later than they already are.

“Bye boys,” He calls, variously ruffling hair, and pressing kisses to cheeks. “Learn something good today!” Then he speeds off into the city.

A good few hours later, he’s back at the Manor. Flops face down onto one of the couches in the library.

“Is that you, Master Bruce?” Alfred calls from the kitchen. Bruce can hear him making up a tray of tea and cookies. “Did I really hear you call Superman, of all people, for help with uniforms this morning?” He asks disapprovingly, making his way to the library.

“I don’t want to hear it, Alfred.” Bruce mumbles into the cushion his face is squashed in.

“Well, as long as you’re not planning on abusing Clark’s good nature every mor—” Alfred suddenly stands very still. “What on earth have you done to your hair?” He asks.

Bruce sits up grumpily. “This cost me $300.” He says sourly.

“You did that on purpose!?” Alfred asks alarmed.

“Jason cut Tim’s hair this morning. I didn’t want Tim to feel stupid.” He mutters, then, “I didn’t know what else to do!”

“Oh my dear boy.” Alfred says with an affectionate laugh. He puts the tea tray down, ruffles Bruce’s ridiculous tufts of hair. “You really are a soft touch.”

Clearly Bruce’s hair is even worse than it originally looked in the barbers, because Alfred takes pity on him and goes to collect the boys from school. The second they return, Dick absolutely falls to pieces laughing at Bruce’s hair.

“You look like a squirrel!” He cackles, clutching his sides.

Tim looks up at Bruce, highly concerned. “Oh no.” He says, eyes wide. “Oh no, no, no.”

“Don’t worry.” Jason pats Bruce’s arm sagely. “It will grow back soon,” And Bruce has to remind himself that five year olds have no concept of time. “In like five years.”

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