#dickbabsweek2021

[thychesters]

dickbabsweek2021 | in this life and the next. day 7: free day (explicit) ; 4k

Dick doesn’t pay much attention to her as she approaches, balancing one of his escrima sticks in his palm as he tests its weight. Barbara shifts from her chair to the couch, elbows digging into her knees as she props her chin up on her fists and her gaze wanders.

Her fingers slowly crawl up his back, taking their time and tracing along the scars dotting it. She can feel and hear his breathing hitch as they reach his shoulder blades and then come to rest where they meet his neck, the smooth slope of the muscle that dips into his collarbone.

“Babs,” he starts, turning his head enough that she can spot the flicker of his eyelashes, a length she’s always envied. She moves forward and presses against him, nosing at the top of his spine; his heart beats against her chest as she presses a kiss against his shoulder and hums. Her hand glides against it, freshly healed and out of the sling.

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[tumblerlina]

WIP

so.. this is my entry for dickbabsweek 2021- day two: fantasy au. So I decided to make Babs a vampire (so original I know🙄). I didn't finish yet cause I work very slow. (Someday I will finish it, I can't promise tho 😅)

[dickbabsweek21]

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[r-misa]

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[thychesters]

dickbabsweek2021 | in this life and the next. day 6: batman!dick ; 3.4k

Dick allows himself a moment to zone out, then, just a moment, so then he starts when he feels a hand grace the skin of his wrist. He tenses before coaxing himself to relax, because it’s Barbara, just Barbara, and where some of her words have hurt (and some of his own have, too) her touch never has. Briefly, he entertains the notion of holding her hand the way he used to. It used to be grounding; it reminded them both they always had someone in their corner, always had a shoulder to lean on, but their relationship isn’t like that anymore. He pushes away from the bowl of soggy cereal.

They’re friends before anything else. He cannot help but wish the distance between them didn’t feel so wide, though.

He turns his hand over to take hers, and it’s then she pulls away.

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[thychesters]

dickbabsweek2021 | in this life and the next. day 4: court of owls (talon!dick + oracle babs team up) ; 4.1k

He’d asked her once how it felt to kiss a dead man, and she’d only regarded him quietly for a moment in thought before telling him, cold. He’d laughed because that wasn’t a lie and he couldn’t remember the last time he was warm, he was always so cold, and then she’d led him away from her workstation where the air was always cool for her machinery.

He told her stories of the circus, what he could remember. In turn she told him that she, too, used to fly, but with a distant air to her voice. She asked him, then, in that quiet voice of hers, if he could remember how he died, and he thought of a smile he trusted and a my boy and a blade buried in his chest, and Dick said no.

He rubs the heel of his palm over his suit, just at the line above his heart. Barbara’s head tilts, her brow pulling together. “Is it bothering you?”

“No,” he says before stepping back out of her grasp with one last stretch. Dick slips the eye mask back on, blinking as his eyes adjust to the lenses. “Now, I believe we were aiding and abetting in extortion?”

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[dickbabsweek21]

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[thychesters]

#dickbabsweek2021 | in this life and the next. day 3: first time (explicit) ; 4.2k

“I wish you were here,” she murmurs. It’s said like they’re sharing a secret, like even he isn’t supposed to know and she’s going out on a limb by telling him anyway. The sound of his gentle, even breathing greets her, and for a moment she wonders if he’s fallen asleep.

“And what would you do if I were?” he finally asks. The question throws her for a moment, because the response she would have expected was more along the lines of me, too or be there as soon as this case wraps up.

Barbara opts to test the waters.

“I sleep better when you’re here,” she confesses. Dick chuckles a little but murmurs in kind.

“I—” he starts, stopping to clear his throat. There’s a note of hesitation that fades as he continues. “I wish I was there because I really want to kiss you. It’s been three days and all I want to do is kiss you and it’s driving me mad.”

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[thychesters]

#dickbabsweek2021 | in this life and the next. day 2: fantasy au (the oracle of delphi) ; 4.9k

“Your curiosity suits you,” she says, tilting her head to face him. His gaze darts to her lips and the tiny collection of freckles circling them and the rest of her features like tiny constellations. Her eyes gleam in the firelight, green in a brilliant, dazzling way that tells of a thousand different lives she’s seen, and Barbara leans into his side. Her presence is warm, welcome, and familiar.

She hesitates and looks about to say something else, and then a hand darts out to grasp his arm. His other winds around her back to brace her when she stills. A soft sound emits from the back of her throat, and he’ll admit watching a vision overtake her is a rather terrifying sight.

“What do you see?” he whispers in the space between them, minuscule as it is. Barbara tilts her head and something in her eyes hardens rather than clouds.

“I—I’m not sure,” she says, and he leans.

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[thychesters]

dickbabsweek2021 | in this life and the next. day 5: lap dance (explicit) ; 3.3k

“Brought you something,” he says, passing her the plate of hors d'oeuvres and her eyes light up.

“Oh, this is perfect for tomorrow night.” From the foyer he watches her make her way to the kitchen to slide it into the fridge. He comes back with a yes after she asks if he’s still up to go to the afternoon Knights baseball game tomorrow, but when he doesn’t move she glances back at him with a raised eyebrow. “Are you going to come in?”

Dick tugs at his already loose tie and clears his throat. If anything, he’s a man of his word, and Barbara sits back in her chair with a quizzical look on her face.

“I did say I had a plan,” he says, voice a little thicker.

It shifts from quizzical to contemplative to a realization.

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[thychesters]

Love your fics! You're writing is AMAZING. Quick question: Is there a way to find all of your 'Growing Pains' POV fics together somewhere? I'm having a hard time finding Babs' POV. I already read Dick and Tim's and it was just AMAZING. THANK YOU!

hey, thank you so much!! ❤️

barbara’s pov was from last year’s dickbabsweek under the scars prompt in reverb. ! it should be chapter 3

[thychesters]

#dickbabsweek2021  | in this life and the next. day 1: soulmates ; 4.6k

Barbara Gordon doesn’t have a soulmark.

“It’s good to see you again,” Dick says as he envelopes her in a hug, and she’s sure he can feel her heart pounding as her arms loop around his shoulders to hold him tight. “Sorry to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” Barbara comes back with, pulling away enough she can look into his eyes. One of her hands toys with strands at the back of his head and she can swear he shivers. “This hair might have though.”

Dick closes his eyes and laughs, and Barbara thinks she’d like to hear that sound again.

The thought terrifies her.

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[thychesters]

#wipwednesday for #dickbabsweek2021! for tomorrow's prompt. i could leave it vague, but also yeah it's the smut one. lmao. no apologies. i have to post today’s prompt and finish up a bunch of work stuff, but hopefully this one will be done for tomorrow, too! and then i have to figure out what the hell to do for the rest of the week.

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Now her bed is empty, and Barbara’s fingers trawl across the covers toward his pillow. She wiggles her way toward the middle of the bed in an effort to make herself comfortable, but none of even the most subtle adjustments are any better. The fan in the corner of the room provides white noise and blows loose hair into her face. She huffs, running over the night’s events in her head and then thinks about all of the things she could do as sleep eludes her—finish up a book, check in on the status of the latest JL mission, or, hell, start a puzzle in the dining room.

Instead, she sighs and rolls again to paw for her phone on her nightstand before settling back in the middle of the bed again. Her lockscreen is nothing remarkable, but her thumb hovers over the messages icon to admire the picture of her pressing a kiss to Dick’s cheek as he pulls a face that serves as her home screen.

Barbara kills some time by filtering through various emails, and then starts as her phone buzzes and a similar image crops up on her screen. It garners a small smile from her before she’s swiping her thumb across the notification and bringing the phone to her ear.

“I was just thinking about you,” she says by way of greeting.

“All good things, I hope,” Dick returns, to which she only hums. He was in her ear not even an hour prior, but there are times it’s hard to have a decent conversation with her boyfriend while not on a private line and in the middle of him working a case.

[thychesters]

#wipwednesday for #dickbabsweek2021 ! yes, i'm late. yes, i'm still working on prompts even though the week ended a few days ago. either way, dick's pov for batman!dick. he's had a long night, if not life, and this mantle isn't one he wants.

yeah, i’m basically rewriting the prompt from last year but from his pov, lmao. it’s fine. i think this is the third time i’ve reused the scene too.

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He brakes harder than he means to as they roar into the Cave, and an apology catches in his throat at Tim’s wince and hurried recovery as he schools his expression again. He was a little more severe than he usually is or means to be with Tim—the excuse that Tim nearly got himself killed in stepping between Batman and Croc is just that: an excuse. Just because he’s hurting doesn’t give him the right to take that out on anyone else, least of all someone who doesn’t deserve it.

“Tim,” he tries, but his attempt is cut short when he finds Alfred and Barbara peering down at them. The last thing he needs or wants is an audience when Dick finally lets his grief lay bare, and Tim hurries out of the Batmobile like he can’t get out of it fast enough.

He eyes Barbara for a moment, from the safety of sitting behind the windshield, still. Maybe it’s cowardly, but he isn’t ready to face anyone now, least of all her. Despite the stretch of months there’s still a freshness to the wound that is their break up, the dancing around his kitchen before I can’t do this anymore. There’s a freshness to the wound that is Catalina, that are words with sharp edges and the anger he’s let bleed into his tone.

There’s rawness in every wound he hasn’t let heal properly, and Dick zips them all neatly into a little pouch he tucks away to deal with later as he extracts himself and tries not to let his footfalls ring out too heavily as he follows Tim up to the next tier.

[thychesters]

i should probably finish the last prompt for dickbabsweek2021. and i’m gonna. gonna write the dumbest thing ever, just watch me.