#dick grayson is a burnt out gifted child

[deathbydibs]

Broke: Dick can't cook so all he eats is uber-sugary cereal

Woke: Dick can cook and is amazing at it it

Awoken: Dick can cook and is amazing at it, but he is an exhausted and burnt-out young adult so almost all he eats is his comfort food, uber-sugary cereal, because cooking takes too much time and mental energy that he doesn't have to waste

[lovelytormentor]

PART ONE: Poison Ivy and Dick Grayson.

Authors: @AdeptAcrobat and @HypnoticToxin 

Author notes: An unlikely encounter between supervillainess, Poison Ivy and the playboy socialite, Richard Grayson. 

Dick Grayson

"Nobody tell Bruce that I 'borrowed' his car..." "Or that he's not getting it back."

Poison Ivy

["Affluent boys make for easy prey," Pamela thought, ignorant to his heroic identity.] 

You're a friend of Mr. Wayne? 

[Pamela had unfinished business with the billionaire aristocrat, therefore stringing along those susceptible to agitating Bruce would become a certified resolution to the "heartthrob bachelor" repaying his debts. A perfectly sculpted eyebrow arching as she scrutinised the boy and his lavish car. Her disposition undeniably charming. For now.]

Dick Grayson

That alluring voice was quick to capture Dick's attention. It was as beautiful as it was painfully familiar. His eyes instantly spotted that crimson hair - unmistakably belonging to Ivy, but of course he couldn't let on that he knew her, so he played the part she expected him to. Continuing to lean against the car, a charming grin crossed his lips, 

"I guess you could say friend." 

Nonchalantly shrugging, he continued, "He adopted me, back in the day."

Poison Ivy

[Transfiguration was an adopted strength amongst Ivy's natural adroitness. In the bids to appear more 'mundane' her emerald complexion altered to a porcelain pigment but such changes were immune to Pamela's scarlet mane, which retained its signature vibrancy. Tantalisingly slow strides swept the temptress off in the direction of this winsome character; Ivy manoeuvring in hypnotic oscillates to accentuate her hourglass curvature. When in proximity of @AdeptAcrobat, her svelte fingertips walked across the bonnet of Wayne's vehicle before diverging their route to @AdeptAcrobat's surprisingly robust arm. Playing this sensuous enticer was Poison Ivy's forte, even without the use of pheromones and considering @AdeptAcrobat's confession about being of  close relation to Bruce, she would ensure the boy would succumb to her very presence.] 

I didn't know a billion dollar bachelor in too tight of suits could have a heart.

["How repulsive" was her immediate response but Ivy exhibited no indifferences, instead perpetuating her seductress facade.] 

Tell me, adoptive son of Bruce Wayne, how many females use you to get close with him?

Dick Grayson

A trail of minuscule goosebumps followed Ivy's fingers as they grazed over Grayson's exposed bicep. Had he not been aware that the striking woman standing before him was a dangerous eco-terrorist, the acrobat would have easily fallen for her sensual disposition. Playing the self-indulgent, socialite son of billionaire Bruce Wayne came to Dick rather easily - this was a role he had embodied plenty of times before. 

"Too many." He commented, stretching backwards to purposely accentuate his defined muscles. 

"That's why I prefer to stay single." 

Shrugging in a nonchalant manner, he elaborated, "Why stick to one woman when you can have your pick of the litter?" 

The words burnt his mouth like venom, he hated implying such derogatory activities.

Poison Ivy

[Infernos blazed behind those emerald irises; the internal firestorm fuelled by the gallons of @AdeptAcrobat's disparaging utterance. Insolent. Pathetic. Moronic. /Man/. Another self-entitled tycoon, ungrateful to the natural splendour, was engrossed by the excessive needs for a materialistic lifestyle – including the outlook of women being objects in a prize pool. The notion made Pamela seethe, therefore eradicating any ounce of mercy she would have bestowed upon the wealthy adoptee. Ivy stepped over one of @AdeptAcrobat's legs, leaning inwards to the muscular specimen with a mind of a generic simpleton.] 

Is that all  we are to you? Helpless damsels? Objects of masculine pleasure? 

[Fingertips which previously travelled @AdeptAcrobat's well-sculpted bicep repositioned in the cottons of his grey shirt. Clenching into the fabrics, she utilised this procured clasp as leverage to reel the magnate child from his slouching posture and compact into the bountiful curvature of the floral temptress. The second hand slithered around @AdeptAcrobat's shoulder and digits tantalisingly caressed the nape of his neck.] 

Well I just staying by my side because a /woman/ is the only one who can save you now. 

[Before @AdeptAcrobat was gifted with an opportunity to protest, Pamela had already manoeuvred her intoxicating lips against the mouth of her prey. Venoms,  fortunately not the fatal sort, excreted from her luscious brims and surged into the systems of @AdeptAcrobat. Such poisons were specific to rupturing brain cells, where the effected was still conscious but lost the ability to govern themselves and instead susceptible to mind control. Ivy retracted from the lip-lock, purring.] 

Now get in the car, Grayson. We're going to pay your 'father' Bruce a little visit.

Dick Grayson

Had the temptress gazed deep enough into Grayson's eyes, she would have seen the glass, hiding the true man beneath, but he was playing her - or at least, that's what he thought he was doing. It was near impossible to resist shivering beneath the alluring touch of Ivy's fingers, the acrobat knew the effect she induced in men, even Batman had failed to resist in the past. Suddenly, clenched within her fist was the collar of his shirt, and Dick was viciously pulled into a sensual kiss. The natural reaction would have been to push her away, but the pheromones and toxins took mere seconds to surge from one body to the other, giving the hero no chance in preventing his impending doom. 'Fight it, Grayson, you're better than her. Think of the damage you could do under her control.' These thoughts repeated themselves over and over again in his mind as he began to lose control of his willpower. Previously piercing blue eyes had now been replaced with dilated pupils - he could still see, but it felt as though someone else was controlling his limbs. With a stiff nod of his head, he climbed into the luxurious car, allowing Ivy to follow. Grayson's mind was urging him to utter some sickeningly lustful words to the eco-terrorist, but he quite literally bit his tongue to prevent this, eventually drawing a small amount of crimson blood, the metallic taste filling his mouth. Part of him was still in control - this fight wasn't over just yet.

Poison Ivy

[The degrees of mind control fluctuated between each individual and their mental resilience. Batman was a cardinal example of the nonconformist characters, whose cerebral barricades contained enough strength to withstand any exposure to enslavement toxins and combat the intrusive plague as if it were a smaller dosage. Pamela's ignorance to @AdeptAcrobat's double identity signified her choice to fervently kiss the socialite while excreting those venomous blights to a lesser extent. Presuming  @AdeptAcrobat was a conventional stereotype of the everyday, million-dollar man, this ecoterrorist refrained from further questioning his durability, and that became a prefigured downfall. Still, the bachelor showcased signs of obedience from the distending of pupils to the courteous nods of compliance when instructed by the sultry voice of his oppressor – the exterior behaviours of @AdeptAcrobat were satisfactory to the likes of Poison Ivy. She glided effortlessly around the sports vehicle, fingertips trailing along the embellished contours of the onyx structure. It wasn't long before her appreciation for the four-wheeled pollution dispenser ceased and she instead climbed into the passenger seat where her curvaceous physique was greeted by leather. Those explorative digits persisted with the inner framework and mechanics to @AdeptAcrobat's borrowed automobile and eventually entwined around the gearshift.] 

Come on, /lover/. I want to see how much horsepower this bad boy truly has.

[The seductress vocalised words like "lover" and "darling" to reinforce the bond between captor and captive.  It was a mental stimulant that activated reactions to her potent toxoids and fortified @AdeptAcrobat's pliability. She awaited the boy to turn his key and kickstart the roars of a finely crafted motor. As of this moment @AdeptAcrobat wasn't just entangling within the webs of her vines but also preempting another death in the Wayne family. His.]

Dick Grayson

Grayson was able to count himself lucky that his identity had remained a well-kept secret, for had Ivy known she currently had Nightwing sat beside her, the situation would have certainly been very different. With stiff movements in comparison to the crimson haired temptress' more fluid ones, Dick pulled the seat-belt across his broad torso, and gripped the leather coated steering wheel until the skin of his knuckles became pigmented with white. Whilst Pamela was indulging herself in appreciating the car - which actually belonged to Bruce, the vigilante had a few seconds to regain control of himself, mentally talking himself out of Ivy's mind control. The more he was able to resist, the more he felt in command of his actions, with his eyes returning to their usual bright blue. However, at the use of the term 'lover', the feeling of uncontrollable, and inexplicable lust began to bubble to the surface once again, and Dick's grip on the steering wheel was forced to tighten in order to remain in control of his actions. Key turned in the ignition and the engine roared to life. At Ivy's will, Grayson sped off with complete ignorance of any speed limits; he wouldn't have long to formulate a viable plan to get himself out of this situation. Over his years as Robin, and even as Nightwing, numerous encounters with the eco-terrorist had taught him that those under her control weren't mindless to the extent of not being able to speak without being spoken to, so he sparked a conversation - one that could have potentially held benefit to his own motives.

"Why Bruce Wayne? The guy may be rich, but I don't know what someone as beautiful and powerful as yourself would want with him." 

Grayson kept his voice slightly monotonic; it was hard enough for him to address Poison Ivy with such ardour.

Poison Ivy

[At the twist of a key this sporting vehicle was galvanised into ignition – emitting a thundering purr that was detectable from across Gotham City. As the engine was revved Pamela eagerly jerked the gearstick from parked to drive, altering the transmission so both, socialite and seductress, could bolt down the barren avenues with a falsetto screech following their every sharp turn. Obedience suited the gentry hostage. After the self-professed entitlements and imperious announcement which degraded the existence of women within his social cliques, witnessing the boy mindlessly serve a female had its benefits; for more often than not, the male species were intolerable swines that acted on impulse as consequence of their brains located within their trousers. Coercion ensured @AdeptAcrobat's submissive qualities would eclipse that domineering persona while maintaining an ounce of self-determination. Had Pamela desired a absentminded pet, she would have amplified the toxins excreted through her venomous injection but to an extent, the ecoterrorist indulged in controlled conversations, where she could at least converse on basic degrees of their enslavement. Hence why @AdeptAcrobat was bestowed with an honour of free speech despite his prior remarks leaving Pamela inclined to sever @AdeptAcrobat's tongue.] 

Well, my lover, Bruce Wayne is a parasite plaguing my earth. Another big name, with large pockets and consumed by greed. 

[Pamela, again seething, at the notions of the billionaire bachelor who only last week commissioned the funds for the expansion of an educational institution on her terrains. The floral temptress adjusted her position on the leather in order to find a comfortable placement where those slender arms could entangle around the one bicep in proximity with her being. Draped around the preocccupied Grayson, whose speeds breached three times the regulated limited, was  a hazardous ploy but it didn't bother the ecoterrorist for the pair were already gambling with death. She kept her appetisingly plush lips caressing the shell of @AdeptAcrobat's ear – a benevolent gesture to enhance his bewitchment even though Ivy wasn't expelling any toxoids.] 

What I want with Bruce is revenge and you, my ignorant, little prized possession, are going to assist with first getting me inside his compounds. Because you wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you? I do /loathe/ disappointments. 

Dick Grayson

As his mind sped to come up with a viable plan to stop Ivy from getting to Bruce, that wouldn't compromise his true identity, the young socialite was harboring some regrets for his prior words - perhaps he had played his part a little too well, his crude words inadvertently landing himself under the thumb of his nemesis. Although thankfully he now held the upper hand. There was another twitch at the use of a pet name, but this time the vigilante found himself to be more resistant than previously, which meant the seductress' toxin was gradually being expelled from his system; thus returning Grayson's psyche to its usual form. Just as he was going to reply, Ivy's hands began to roam his defined bicep, not to mention the sensation of her lips grazing his ear. If this had been any other situation, and any other woman, it was needless to say that Dick's reaction would have been more... keen, perhaps. He wracked his mind to recall how those enslaved to the will of Ivy spoke to her, and all he seemed to remember was that the mindless males worshipped their mistress. 

"I'd never disappoint someone as beautiful and perfect as you." 

Feigning a tone laced with lust, and flashing the crimson haired temptress a charming grin, Grayson continued to drive, disgusted at his words. Only when he reached the prolonged driveway, leading to the historic Wayne Manor, did a plan hatch in his mind. It may not have been highly thought through, but options were now limited. With complete disregard of his own safety, the young hero swiftly and fiercely locked the steering wheel to the left, the powerful car immediately responding by veering off-road, striking a signpost advertising the Manor but ultimately, and more crucially, colliding with a solid brick wall - belonging to an abandoned annex, once the lodgings of the groundskeeper. All Dick could hope was that Ivy was merely knocked out by the crash, but he had attempted to angle the vehicle to take a majority of the hit. Airbags were released, and the acrobat was thrown forwards, his head swimming as he desperately tried to regain his composure before his passenger did.

Poison Ivy

[Approaching rapidly from beyond the twilight horizon was that acclaimed estate – an heirloom to those titled Wayne. The manor was a fabled beauty, exalted by its neoclassical architecture betwixt with Hellenic finishes that exaggerated the traditional western man's desires to display an ignorant sense of culture and antiquity. Habitually, Poison Ivy felt indifference to vicinity despite its grandeur magnificence for the sheer fact, if the lodgings were deconstructed to its simplest roots, it would be another piece of concrete blocks that stood upon the grounds of earth genocide. Therefore, by lack of deterrence for Wayne Manor, this malicious ecoterrorist persisted in the grooming of her handsome hostage. Chartreuse lips followed the contours of @AdeptAcrobat's jawline, hovering the angular frame with an occasional kiss embedded to his flesh while simultaneously, the limb entangled around @AdeptAcrobat's flexed bicep heightened its already steely clasp. The floral seductress was essentially latched with little means to relinquish her prey until 

 … 

An unanticipated screech resonated throughout the atmosphere, accompanied by a violent jerk leftwards. The vehicle instantaneously veered off course, darting directly into a collision zone. In sight, between an array of blurred colours was the groundskeeping den and with no manageable time to counteract the predicament, Poison Ivy and Dick Grayson ploughed into the brick obstacle. Considering her blatant disregard for road safety, without a seatbelt encapsulating her lithe frame, the vixen was untangled from @AdeptAcrobat and launched westwards, smashing into the passengers window before the inflation of airbags. Fragments of shattered glass lacerated Ivy, while the impact which developed from copious momentum had brought the villainess to a state of unconsciousness.]

Dick Grayson

Years of vigilantism had given Grayson more experience with car crashes than he would care to admit, however at this moment in time he was certainly thankful for it. The carbon-fibre door was loose on its hinges, and all Dick had to do to release himself was gently maneuver his leg to the optimum point from which he could deliver a sharp kick, directly to the hinges at which the door met the (now slightly less so) sleek body of the vehicle. Clenching his jaw tightly to avoid making an audible indication of pain, the socialite reached across to unbuckle his seat belt. This gesture allowed his head to turn to enough of a degree to see Ivy, unconscious against the airbag. Although it wasn't the most pleasant of circumstances, Dick couldn't help but feel some relief at the temptress' state. Now freed of the constraint, Grayson cautiously rolled himself out of the car, lying on the luscious grass, now tainted with tyre-tracks, as he attempted to catch his breath. Slowly sitting up, he pressed a grubby hand to his forehead in an attempt to make his head stop churning. Only when he retracted his arm did he spot the crimson patch of blood that had come from his face. "Perfect." He grumbled to himself, wincing as he rose to his feet. Dick made a mental note to seek medical attention, but obviously his current priority was Ivy. Pulling out his phone, he dialed the number of Bruce Wayne, who picked up after two rings. "It's Dick. I need you to come down the drive, I have someone for you to collect... And maybe an apology to make." With his ex-mentor now en-route, the acrobat hobbled over to the passenger's side of the vehicle and worked on delicately removing the seductress from her seat. Not only did he not wish for her to regain consciousness, he also wanted no further harm to come to her. If all went according to plan, Ivy would wake up behind bars.