#dickgrayson x reader

[dickgraysonass]

its been a while

hi guys it been a while since i have been in this account . i just wanted too say thank you for everything that you have done to support me in this account and i wanted to restart and to commit t you guys again.

I've started another channel that from now on will be main and i will be posting mostly from there, i will also be reuploading my old work but fixing some mistakes that i made originally.

i also will be continuing the 'shatter me in peace' series but it will be after im done fixing the previous mistakes so i will need to upload past parts.

again, i would like thank you guys again for everything, i would have this platform or drive to write if it wasn't for you guys and i hope you guys will be willing to support me again.

my new account is called " almostmylove or K]krispyMoonlight " or if you cant find it , i have uploaded first part of 'shatter me in pieces' by a diffrent name , 'shatter me with your love'

i will be taking any new request, questions or critisim on that channel

good bye i love you guys , i hope to see you over there

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PULL ME IN

summary: due to Bruce distancing himself from reading and seeing other women - batfam has to watch their mom willow away.

For the twenty-five years, Bruce and Name have been married together - Alfred has never seen Name so withdrawn - so detached . He watches every morning how Name's frail body maneuvers around the kitchen making her own breakfast -

God knows how many times he's asked that stubborn woman to allow him to cook for him but she has always refused him with a quiet smile and a wave of hand. He watches her glide around the kitchen- a woman of once poise and grace reduced to her fumbling with simply holding a cereal box.

Alfred could never pin point where it had all went wrong in their marriage - they were both high-school sweethearts- their marriage was beautiful- he'd know because he had honored it himself. To see them so distant aches his heart.

Alfred knows Bruce has a mission - to save Gotham- a mission that seems ever lasting - a mission that had consumed him entirely to the point it took him over . It took away his relationship with his kids and his own wife .

Alfred would always shoot him disapproving looks when he sees Bruce being too flirty with Talia and Selina - he blesses Name's heart for loving Damian all the same like she has with all her other kids but Alfred notices since then she is virtual never in the same place with Bruce.

She no longer goes to galas anymore , no longer makes public appearances - maybe its because Bruce always had a different arm candy every other night. It's gotten so bad that even the kids started realizing this - Damian , upon realizing his birth had broken down in Name's arms one night - pleading with her to love him - that he's sorry for being born.

Alfred remembers Name cradling the young boy in her arms all night and assuring him he's the best thing Bruce ever made and that she would never blame him for Bruce's actions. Since then - the young boy has always stuck to Name - every morning, he'd affectionately hand her daily medicine and would always help her wrap a shawl over her shoulders.

Tim and Bruce began arguing - particularly because Bruce starting leaving the massive work of W.E for Tim to handle- it came to a head one night when Name and Bruce argued for two hours straight. He remembered how raw her voice was when she yelled at Bruce for overworked her poor son - that he's young and deserves to live and experience his teenage years.

Bruce had argued that Tim had wanted this - that this was what being Robin was about. Jason- god knows Jason and Bruce doesn't get along - ever since what happened to Joker but they argue even worse when it boils down to Name .

Jason was a child primarily raised by Name - she taught him to trust and showed him everything he knew - down to ironing his shirt to tying his shoelace - Name was the mother Jason never had and God could damn for all he cares but couldn't stand to watch Bruce treat her like she was an option because she wasn't - not to him or his brothers.

Jason always made it a point to call Bruce out for his own hypocrisy, himself and Damian always teamed up against him, especially when he was being too flirty with Selina or some random eye candy.

" I suggest you back off harlot , my mother might not kill you, but I will " - Damian when Bruce and Selina were flirting together on patrol.

" I don't give a fuck if ma begs me not to put a bullet in your head , the next damn time I see you talking about her like that I won't hesitate to skin you alive " - Jason when he caught some arm candy bragging to her friends how the 'Bruce Wayne' took her out on a date in front of Name.

God if anyone argues more with Bruce in this household was Dick - Dick was their first child and a child whom lost everything and yes Bruce may of made him robin but name made him dick grayson - bless that woman's heart for having to deal with his tantrums and outbursts when he was younger -

But that woman despite not birthing him was his mother - the woman who literally hugged him everynight to go to bed , the same woman who made his suit for prom by hand and also the same woman he goes to for advice and comfort - safe to say when he heard what Bruce was doing - they argued non stop-

" For god sake, Bruce, you're destroying us - you're destroying our family, and you don't even care." - Dick when Bruce had called you useless because you couldn't walk up a stairs anymore.

Someone from the outside might think they're dramatic, but ever since Bruce started distancing himself from Name and going out with God knows who , Name has fallen into a deep depression - a type of depression that ensnared them in their deep claws and deprive them of what little happiness and energy they have left.

Most days , Name sits on a swing outside and just exists- barely eats , barely talks anymore - how can they ? How can one fathom to be happy when their own spouse is out cheating on you with different people and to make matter worse the public condones it - even more so enables him.

Always publishing some new article of which new model or actress can become worthy of being Bruce's wife as if she doesn't exist. Alfred swallows as he watches her tonight - they're sat stiffly in a velvet love seat , a faint smile on her face, Damian is resting his head on their shoulder, showing them his latest art piece while quietly talking about his day.

Behind her, jason embraces her in a backhug , head resting on her head - his hands sometimes play with the loose strands. Tim quietly sits beside her , his hand holding her free hand - now and again he'd squeeze it . Dick is sat next to Damian on the love seats' arm rest as he prepares her nightly medicine.

Even if the public and her own husband loathes her, name still has the love of her kids and Alfred as always. Suddenly, the large oak doors of the living room are pushed open - the vibrant warmth interrupted as Bruce steps inside .

Damian quiets - everyone looking at Bruce except for Name - she has taken it to state at her hands. " It's time for patrol" Bruce says grufly . No one responds but reluctantly leaves Name side , Jason side hugs her one last time before leaving .

" Yeah, whatever you say, geaser," He says as he shoves Bruce out of his way to go to the cave . Damian glares at his father , " Hopefully, things are taken seriously on this patrol " he insinuated- knowing eyes glaring right at his father disapproving.

Bruce ignores them and stares at name, " Make dinner before we leave " he orders before promptly walking away. Name says nothing - too numbed out a long while to even react. Dick and Alfred himself curses him while Tim is glaring at the closing door harshly .

" Ma I'll order us something don't stress yourself " Tim assures her while ordering Uber eats for them on his phone . Name doesn't say anything but sends him a small smile. " I can't believe I raised that boy," Alfred murmurs as he shakes his head in disappointment .

Bruce may not realize it now but it's too late to fix anything - too late to pull his wife back in and live the happy life they once had - its too late to repair their broken family since the glue that's stuck them all together is fading away .

ty for reading, please like + comment + share !!!

pls do not hate a on queens talia & selina they won't do this , theyre too girlboss for bruce anyways

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Oh please expand on your thoughts about Dick being obsessed with reader’s hips and love handles!! What happens when he leaves Jason to go find them???

Initial thought a little suggestive so MDNI 18+ONLY

“You’re fucking whipped!” Jason calls after him as he watches Dick rush off behind you.

Jason doesn’t need to be looking at his brother to know that he’s flipping him the bird.

“I’m leaving, don’t break the bed again.”

“Baby,” Dick walks into the bedroom to find you sitting with your scrapbook and your colourful pens and markers all spread out on your table.

“Yes?” You spare him a quick glance and then look back at your book. You’re trying to arrange your cuttings and scraps from your days in the city with Dick nicely but you’re just not getting the right look.

“C’mere a second,” he’s leaning on the door jam, watching you as you sigh and stand. He gives you a once over and bites his lip. “Fuck.”

“What?” You look down at yourself and then back up at Dick. He doesn’t say anything and you frown. “Richard, what is it?”

He only shakes his head. “You just,” he inhales harshly and he’s got you pressed up against him suddenly; his hands cemented to your hips kneading the fat there. “You’re unbelievably attractive.”

“I’m only in lounge clothes.” You’re trying to not let the effects of his attention be too evident but it isn’t working because Dick can see your pulse tick under your jaw.

“Yeah and you’re stunning. I swear it’s your fucking hips I don’t know what about them but they’re so fucking,” Dick trails off as his hands grope your hips and waist a little harder.

You don’t mind. His nose brushes along your jaw, his mouth nipping at the sensitive skin under it making you shiver.

“Jason is right outside.” Despite your efforts, your voice is breathy and your head cranes back just a little to give Dick more room.

“He went home, just you and me here.” His teeth sink into the column of your neck making you gasp.

“I’m scrapbooking.” You try to deny the way your stomach pools, the heat that pours right into your centre and crawls up your chest making your breath heave.

Dick licks against your neck, sucking a bruise right above your collarbone. “Too busy for me, then? Should I stop?” He’s only teasing, Dick knows that won’t be what you want. He’s proved right when your arms sling around his neck and you pull him closer.

“No, no. Keep going.”

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HOW YOU DOIN’? | D. GRAYSON ❦

Dick can’t control his jealousy.

based on this ask.

18+ mdni!

frat boy!dick grayson x fem!reader

warnings: oral (m!receiving), face-fucking, dick is jelly af.

requests for v-day event are closed!!

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DICK GRAYSON couldn’t help but be possessive over you, you were his pretty girl. Every single one of his frat brothers drooled over you, their eyes lingering longer than they should when you were in their vicinity. It made Dick go blind with rage, he wanted to smash their faces in but he couldn't risk getting kicked out of his fraternity or out of school.

The two of you weren’t technically together, but everyone knew you were his. The two of you have been fucking for months, it started as a casual hookup here and there. But then, you both decided you didn’t want to stop. You decided friends with benefits was your best course of action, both of you not wanting to label anything.

Tonight was his fraternity, Alpha Phi Alpha’s Valentine’s Day party; everyone was going to be there. Dick had texted you a few hours ago to invite you, but he got no response. He figured you probably had plans with your friends and left it alone, he didn't want to seem clingy. But, what he didn't know was that you had already been invited. His frat brother, Alex had invited you.

When the time came for the party, people began filing in and filling the house up. In no less than an hour, it was packed body to body with sweaty drunk people. Dick found himself scanning the crowd every few minutes to see if you were going to show, he felt embarrassed that he was upset that you weren’t there.

That’s when you walked in, you looked so beautiful it nearly knocked the wind from his lungs. You were wearing a cute pink crop top with a small leather skirt that fits the curve of your ass just right, you knew Dick loved that skirt and he knew that you knew that. His happy look was quickly wiped off of his face when Alex approached you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

It took all of Dick's willpower to not go and wring Alex’s neck, his anger bubbling hot throughout his entire body. He approached the two of you quickly to gauge the situation and see what was going on.

“Hey, you didn't respond to my text. What are you doing?” Dick asked, his eyes gesturing between you and Alex.

“Hey, Dick. Alex here asked me to come to the party with him and I said yes,” you smiled, acting like you had done nothing wrong.

Dick nodded and stormed off, going to find the closest bottle of liquor he could find. He entered the kitchen and found exactly what he was looking for, popping the cap off to take a long swig. Dick sipped the bottle for a while until he got an idea.

“Hey! Everyone! Let’s all play a game of Too Hot,” Dick shouted out with his hands cupped around his mouth, getting the attention of everyone in the living room and kitchen.

Dick got a group of people to play, conveniently including you and sat everyone in a circle in the living room.

“Alright, rules are the brother's spin to pick who they go with and you guys already know, the winner takes the loser to the bedroom to do whatever they want,” Dick announced to the group, locking eyes with you at the end.

“I’ll go first,” Dick said, grabbing the nearest empty beer bottle to spin on the table. Dick somehow managed to spin the bottle perfectly, watching as it came to a halt pointing at you.

Dick used his fingers to make a ‘come here’ motion, smirking at the disdain on Alex’s face. You knew Dick was just being territorial, but you loved to rile him up.

Once you got close enough, Dick grabbed you by your hips and yanked you into him roughly. The both of you put your hands behind your back and leaned in, catching each other in a passionate kiss. Dick wanted to feel you up but he refused to let you win, you needed to be punished for what you did.

Your lips moved in sync, your tongue sliding into his mouth to wrestle with his. While the two of you kissed, you decided you couldn't care less about winning or losing, you just wanted Dick. You let your hands run up his arms, feeling the muscley plains of his biceps. Dick pulled away with a smirk, hoisting you over his shoulder with ease to take you to his room.

Dick shot a cocky look at Alex, smacking your ass roughly letting the sound reverberate through the room while the rest of the brothers cheered him on. Alex visibly deflated in his seat watching the two of you walking away, seeing your giggle as Dick said something to you that he was too far away to hear.

When you reached Dick’s room, he tossed you on the bed and began unbuttoning his khakis. You started to follow his lead and undress when he stopped you with a confused look on his face.

“Why are you getting undressed?” He asked, moving your hands away from the zipper of your skirt.

“Aren’t we going to fuck?” you answered his question with a question, the confusion evident in your expression.

“No, you’re gonna suck my dick and then we're gonna go back to the party,” Dick said bluntly, pulling down his boxers. You frowned and nodded, getting on the floor to get on your knees.

“I don’t know why you’re acting so surprised, after the shit you pulled I should be getting my dick sucked by Jessica,” Dick said while wrapping your hair around his fist.

Jessica was your sorority sister who was so clearly obsessed with Dick, you never paid much attention to her but recently she’s been getting under your skin with her flirting and Dick knew that.

You pouted and opened your mouth, letting Dick insert himself. He used your hair as a guide to move you up and down on his cock, thrusting his hips to meet your mouth halfway. Your gags were muffled by his length while he face-fucked you, tears beginning to spill down your face. Dick moaned out at the feeling, you always took him so well.

Dick was loud during sex, he could care less who heard him or what they thought about him. He let every moan and whine slip past his lips without a fight and you loved it.

Dick’s hips quickened their pace he began to hold your head in place for a moment once your mouth was wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, your head starting to go dizzy from the lack of oxygen. You tapped Dick’s thigh twice, the signal that you needed a moment, and Dick let you off of him. He smiled at the way you gasped for air, giving him a lazy grin while your tears and spit rolled down your cheeks and chin.

“You’re such a whore for me,” he chuckled and slapped his cock against your face and you sat in place and took it, you loved every second of it.

Dick used your hair to guide you back to your place on his cock, returning to his previous brutal speed in your throat. Your tongue began to lick at his tip every time he pulled his hips back, making sure to swipe over his tip to collect all of his pre-cum.

“I’m gonna cum,” Dick moaned out, somehow managing to pick up his speed even more. You were practically sobbing by now, your makeup leaked down your face and your lipstick was smeared across your chin along with the base of Dick’s cock.

His load shot down your throat in thick spurts causing you to gag around him one last time, his hands holding you all the way down on his length to make sure you swallow all of his cum. You swallowed his load once Dick let you off of him, sticking your tongue out to show him you swallowed it all.

“Good girl,” Dick smiled at you, patting your cheek and helping you up. “What do you say we just stay in here and go to sleep?”

You nodded and padded over to Dick’s closet for an oversized tee, grabbing one and stripping out of your clothes to change. You and Dick crawled into bed together once you were changed and snuggled into each other.

“I’m sorry I came with Alex, I didn't think you’d care,” you said with a sheepish smile.

“It’s okay, but can you just be my girlfriend so those assholes can finally know you’re really mine?” Dick asked, putting on his best puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, fine,” you giggled and pushed his face away from yours.

Boy did you love this jealous side of Dick.

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Dick Grayson Who...

Summary: Thoughts about your relationship with Dick Grayson.

Word Count: 1.3K

Notes: Was written in a half daze if I'm being honest.

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Thinking about a Dick Grayson who...

Is hardly ever home and has hardly ever been since you began your relationship. When he is home, he sleeps heavily and is exhausted in everything he does. Yet he still finds just enough time to talk to you when you climb into bed, forcing his eyes to stay awake so he can listen to you talk about your day. Little do you know that he fights to stay awake because hearing your stories is the favourite part of his night.

Thinking about a Dick Grayson who...

Comes home black and blue, and not just in the suit. In fact, you don't even know the suit exists, stashed behind his tuxes worn only for Bruce's galas and date nights. He comes back riddled with bruises that shiver under your touch, and he feels like he's been beaten all over again when he sees the grimace and worried expression on your face. It all comes to a head one night when you tearfully confront him, asking if he's fallen into the wrong crowd, and if he's in trouble. You offer him a way out if he is, worriedly telling him that you'll ask your friend at the GCPD to put him in protection if he needs to be. He assured you that wasn't the case and you reluctantly bought it. The subsequent patrols were noticed by Robin and Spoiler, with many less quips than usual from the cocky vigilante and him dodging before any thug could lay more than a hand on him.

Thinking about a Dick Grayson who...

Takes you to every and any gala that Bruce throws, despite his half-hearted attendance at those events before. He had enjoyed them of course, more than his other family members at least, but not to this extent. Now everyone knew that he was an expected face at whatever fundraiser or ball that was held in the Wayne name, but very little knew why. Only a few knew that he went to every event just so he could have you on his arm, all dressed up and beaming with the smile that lit up his world. That every gala was an excuse to be able to kneel down in front of the bed as you put on your heels, taking the shoe from you so he could do it himself, or to let his fingers brush against the back of your neck as he fastened the necklace he got you last anniversary.

Thinking about a Dick Grayson who...

Worries constantly that you'll find out that he's Nightwing, but more than that, that you'll leave him if you do. Who sneaks home to slip in next to you every night, pretending that he hadn't left. When he wraps you back up in his arms and can feel the tension of his patrol melt away, he can almost pretend he never did. He fiddles with your hair as you sleep, lost in thought and eyes boring into whatever wall or ceiling is his victim that night, running over all the ways he could tell you if he only had the courage. If he wasn't so scared of you leaving, but more than that, if he wasn't so scared of you wanting to join him.

Thinking about a Dick Grayson who...

Has his identity revealed regardless, in a way that he hadn't planned. The suit was his second skin, the persona he had lived and breathed in more than the life of Dick Grayson, until you came along and brought Dick Grayson a life he never knew he wanted. When Red Hood had called in over the coms, letting everyone know that the Bristol area of North Gotham was the target area of Scarecrow's fear gas, he hadn't thought twice. His heart beat as if he himself was affected by the fear gas, slamming hard against his ribs to the point it hurt as he raced to your apartment. He had thrown open the door in a hurry, out of breath and Batman yelling in his ear to fall back. You had just stared at him as he ran to you in the kitchen, gripping your arms and telling you to leave. It was only once he caught sight of himself in the shiny fridge reflection that he glimpsed the black and blue of his second skin, blood freezing in his veins. He looked to you, your eyes widened in shock and mind trying to process everything.

He wasn't sure whether to cry or laugh as you opened your mouth, lips curling into a confused smile and shrugging lightly.

"At least it's not drugs."

Thinking about a Dick Grayson who...

Feels like the weight of the world is off his shoulders as you accept and understand his night life. Any scolding of Batman for revealing his identity pales in the light of your worry when he comes home, and the constant fussing of your hands turning his face. He would never admit the selfish part of himself that likes the nights that you stay up, tucked into bed with the bedside lamp on, book in your lap. Your eyes are always tired when he appears at the windowsill of your bedroom, and there's no greater joy to him now than not having to sneak into bed. Instead, you welcome him in with open arms and a tired smile, a siren's call to him after a rough night. The light in your eyes is still flickering despite your exhaustion, and he takes it all in before kissing you on the forehead with a soft, "Sorry I'm late." Then he leans over the both of you to turn off your lamp, book discarded on the bedside table as he settles into the darkness with you for sleep, muscles relaxing under the warm weight of your body against his.

Thinking about a Dick Grayson who...

Decides one day that he doesn't want to be your boyfriend anymore.

He wants to be more than that, wants to be something where he can feel closer to you than he already does. he craves it, and it’s clear in the way he trawls through jewellers on his days off, searching for something in particular. He wants the days of coming into the kitchen to see your sleepy form making coffee to last forever. He wants to be the one with you when you grumble about work and wipe the frustrated tears from your face when you get overwhelmed. There's no one else he'd rather send flowers to at work when he felt bored, or swing by to take on coffee dates in their lunch break. He wanted to be there for every birthday and Christmas and Valentines Day, to see you smile at whatever he had carefully wrapped just for you. He wanted to be there to see you bathed in candlelight at every anniversary dinner, except this time he wanted the anniversary to be for something else. As he watched how you laughed with Alfred in the sitting room of Wayne manor after a family dinner, his heart thudded violently. The old man cast a knowing glance at the way Dick wiped his palms on his dress pants, and the harsh swallow of his throat. Everyone else had left earlier to grab either drinks or dessert before curling up by the fireplace, giving him the perfect opportunity. The old man bowed at you, making up a kind excuse that he needed to fetch something for Bruce. As he passed Dick, he gave him a fatherly smile, calming his nerves only slightly. When your eyes meet his it’s like his heart as stopped, your smile chasing away the cold the beginning of winter brought. He smiled back, and it's like the world was lifted from his shoulders as he approached you, the weight of the sapphire studded ring in his pocket now non-existent.

Thinking about a Dick Grayson who...

Wants nothing more than to be your forever.

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《Notes / Ideas / Mini Fic》

In this Au, (Y/N) is the the first sidekick since Dick Grayson is Stray in this timeline. Due to that, her origin is much different.

I would say (Y/N) would take the mantle in her college years.

By day, normal college girl that has a intership at Wayne Enterprise. At night, timid heroine that aids the dark-knight crusader.

With a quiet breath, you do your best to keep up with Mr. Wayne as he walks amongst the party guests. His secretary calling out sick, along with needing you as extra eyes incase of any.. Mishaps.

I would say (Y/N) back story is completely up to ya'll! But overall, she is the eldest sibling of batfam. Adopted or not!

"Ah.. Ms. Kyle." Mr. Wayne gently takes her hand, placing a small kiss on her knuckle as she chuckles gracefully at the contact. "Bruce.." She smirks cheekily, "I see your unacompanied at the moment.."

"I'm not, this is my son, Richard."

I see this (Y/N) is much more dependent on Batman/Bruce than Dick was.

Instead of her leaving Bruce with the intentons of becoming her own hero. He basically had to persuade about it, disscussing it and such.

Which works out! Kinda...

Ms. Kyle states, as you linger behind Mr. Wayne. Trying to take a peek at the situation, until you hear a unfamiliar voice chime in."A pleasure to meet you, Sir." He said respectfully.

Dick however, later on. Does in fact travel out of Gotham and becomes his own seasoned thief.

Later on, becoming more situated in Bludhaven, often visiting Selina!

Overhearing the greetings, you shuffle closer anxiously. Honestly just wanting to head home and finish assignments until patrol. "And who's this?" Ms. Kyle says soothingly as she sees you.

"A-ah.. Uhm.."

I would like to think in this Au, much more magicl-girl vibes!

Also, to add! Bruce is much more protective than usual. Cause I think its funnier!

But this is mainly due to MouseHero!(Y/N) still not as well-trained as Bruce, yet shows promise.

"This is my intern, (L/N), she's substituting for my secretary tonight." Placing a hand on your shoulder. He gently nudges you in front of the two. "Uh.. H-Hello?" You said weakly, doing your best to look at them both.

"Hello there." Ms. Kyle greets kindly, giving a small wave as Richard took a glance at you. "Hi, (L/N). Right?" He greeted charmingly, holding out a hand.

In this Au, there are Robins! But the mantle is always changing.

You blink at his presence, he.. He was gorgeous. His lips pursing into a grin, blue irises taking hold of your heart.

Grasping ahold of his hand, you politlely shake back.

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Yawning, Stray boredly stood watch as Selina grabbed the jewel. Smirking, he helped her up, letting her take the lead as he followed after. Running amongst the rooftops. Graceful as their feline personas as they dash.

*THUNK!*

Wincing slightly, Stray glances at the other building. Seeing a familiar bat-themed caped-crusader on their trail. Rolling his eyes, he kept moving, something or rather.. Someone did catch his intreset..

Gasping in awe at the moonlight, you jump over buildings carefully. Trying to keep up with your mentor as he skillfully plants his feet on the opposing building. You managed to bring your speed up, eagerly leaping forward, eyes bright as a smile blooms on your lips.

Stray, noticing the actions, slows down ever so slightly.. Savoring the raw expression on the heronies features.

Ah.. Far too late to admire when the opposing duos now stood neck and neck.

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Civilian (Y/N) is still shy, but more akward and humble, almost embarrssingly . While her Hero counterpart is still shy, a bit more cry-baby with a strong willed-heart. Overall, still the same girl, just one with more confidence.

Babs is still Batgirl! She doesn't date Stray. But does date Dick for a bit, but before they create their hero/vigilante personas, though it doesn't work out. Overall still on good-terms and are besties.

"Aww... Seems Pussy-Cat is gonna' ruin the fun!" Joker laughed, watching Stray pick you up carefully. Your costume torn a bit as you weakly move in his arms in defiance.

"Why don’t cats play cards with mice? They’re too fur-midable at poker!" Joker joked, sweating slightly as he saw the glare directed at him.

I love to think Babara is your utter bestie, in or out of costume. She Dislikes Stray, (she doesn't know its Dick), finds him way too cocky and flashy. Bruce and her team up to scare him away whenever they can, (often failing).

Jason however, finds Stray!Dick annoying but kinda cool. Though, Jay does on occassion get teased by the thief. Which he hates, and goes to (Y/N) with crocodile tears.

It works often, Dick finds it annoying and tries to explain himself as Jason smiles in wickedness. It still works when your all older! What a pain! (Dicks words, not mine.)

In this Au, Dick gives off more "golden-kid" vibes, due to the fact his thief-persona is much more flirty and blunt.

You smile, giggling as the thief dramatically recalls his tales with your "hero-self". Flustered slightly, dumbly nodding along as your chest felt warm.

Stray and Civilian!(Y/N) relationship is sorta like Mari-Chat in a sense (lol).

But I feel like she'd open up to him more due to Dick's flamboyant energy. Finding comfort without the need to be enemies when shes not in uniform.

But with Richard, she's more self concious than ever! Always afraid she'll mess up and ruin their starange friendship and he'll figure who she is.

Batman is so done, while Selina loves her new novela.

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[Yay! I wrote more! Horray! I need to write Hemlock!Jason. But overall one of my favorite Aus! Any more ideas? Send them in! Hearts, comments, fan art are super Appreciated! Check out the extra! Mousequerade Ball!]

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A New Start

Detective Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Summary:  Y/N was an exceptional detective, responsible for solving several high-profile crimes alongside her partner while working with the Los Angeles Police Department. Shortly after losing her partner on the job, she decides to move out of LA to have a fresh start elsewhere. 

Warnings: None

Part 2, Part 3

I think I’m going to like it here. Y/N thinks to herself as she takes in the view of the city of Detroit through her windshield while making her way to work. She was glad to be in a new place where everything was different, from the cold weather to the not so friendly neighbors she had encountered this morning. In a way, it helped her cope with the loss of her longtime partner who was also her best friend. She proceeded to think about him while on her way to meet her new partner for the first time.

A few minutes later she finally arrived at the Detroit Police Department. She stood outside the doors briefly to take a deep breath, then walked in with her head up high and a smile on her face. Making her way to the captain’s office, she was greeted by a few detectives and officers who were anticipating her arrival. She was already starting to feel welcomed once she politely entered the captain’s office to introduce herself. There were two men in the office, one who was clearly the captain sitting behind the desk, and she wasn’t sure who the other one was standing on the side of him. They were in the middle of a conversation, but stopped and turned to face her once she came in.

“Good morning, Captain Nelson. My name is-”

“Detective Y/N Y/L/N! Hello and welcome, nice to finally meet you. We were just talking about you and we’re both glad that you’ve decided to join our team.” She directed her attention from the captain to the man, who stood there quietly and gave her the meanest glare she’d ever seen in her life. She quickly observes him; young, brown hair and eyes, slightly taller than her, and on his belt was a badge that said ‘Detective’ in bold letters. 

“So, you must be my new partner.” She approaches the man, holding her hand out and still wearing a smile on her face. There was a moment of silence, as the man hesitantly grabbed her hand and gave it a quick shake before releasing it.

“Detective Dick Grayson. We done here? I’d like to get back to work if you don’t mind captain.” The man stepped away from Y/N and slowly made his way to the door while waiting for the captain’s approval. Her smile began to fade as she kept her eyes on the man, disliking his cold and unfriendly demeanor. 

“Sure Grayson, but once Y/N is ready to join the investigation I expect you to fill her in completely. Understand?” Dick scoffed at the captain’s words and left the office promptly.

“Wow. His name suits him very well.” Y/N’s joke cracks a smile out of Captain Nelson, who gestured her to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of him.

“Grayson’s a loner around here. Hes been trying to avoid having a partner since he transferred here a month ago from Gotham PD.”

“Gotham PD? Jesus Christ, I’d never even step foot in that city.”

“Yeah, apparently he lost his partner and decided to move on, just like you.” She leaned in to listen to the captain, fully intrigued by the newfound connection between herself and the cold stranger she’s being forced to work with.

“What happened to his partner?”

“Gassed by the joker, who knows?” They both let out a chuckle, but Y/N didn’t really find it funny. She started to feel like there may be a chance for her to get him to warm up to her.

Moments later, she had wrapped up her conversation with the captain and went to find her new desk, which is right across from her new partner. She found him focused on his computer, typing and reading the screen intently. She sat down in her chair, observing her new desk which only had a computer, a stapler, and a cup of pencils and pens on the side. She figured she would make herself at home and bring personal belongings tomorrow.

 For now, she was trying to work up the nerve to speak up to her partner, who didn’t pay her any mind and continued working. She ended up observing him once more, although his attitude was ugly, he was definitely the opposite in the looks department. He was very nice to look at with his charming face, broad shoulders, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up just enough to see just how toned his arms are. She was so caught up in her observations that she didn’t realize he had stopped looking at his computer and was staring directly at her. 

She panicked, not knowing how long this went on for. She tried to quickly find something to say, but he beat her to it.

“Come over here so I can fill you in.” Dick scoots over in his rolling chair, giving her enough room to bring her chair next to him in front of his desk. She quietly rolled her chair next to him while sitting in it, avoiding eye contact with him and trying to focus on the stack of open files displayed in front of them.

“I’m in the middle of investigating a string of robberies taking place in the Downtown area. So far, two banks and one jewelry store have been hit in the past three weeks. I’m working on finding a pattern with the robberies, but progress has been slow since-”

“Since you’re trying to take this on all by yourself.” Y/N looks over at Dick, who kept his eyes on her as he sat back in his chair and folded his arms. She decides that this is the perfect time to try and win him over.

“Look, I heard you lost your partner. I did too. But that doesn’t mean we should give everyone else the cold shoulder and go off on our own.” Dick uncrossed his arms and sat back up as his demeanor began to transition from standoffish to empathetic.  

“I’m sorry for your loss. What happened to him, if you don’t mind me asking.” The tone of his voice was much softer than before, which made Y/N feel comfortable enough to open up to him. 

“We were holding a stakeout for some big-time drug dealers in South LA, but we were compromised. We ended up in a shootout with these guys. We called for backup...but they were too late. He died a hero and I just got lucky.” She turned away from Dick in effort to hide her eyes beginning to well up with tears. 

Dick started to feel guilty about the way he initially treated her. He moved his chair closer to her and laid his hand on her shoulder, making her turn back around. She took a deep breath and used her fingers to wipe her eyes. She apologized to Dick, who immediately ensured her that there was no need to apologize. He moved his hand from her shoulder to her back, rubbing it in circles in effort to make her feel better. She gave him a bittersweet smile, and he slowly removed his hand from her back. 

“We’ll solve this case together Y/N, and I won’t go off on my own. I promise.” 

“Thanks, Detective Grayson.”

“Please, call me Dick.”

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Love's Symphony

Jason Todd x gn!reader

Tags: Angst

Jason had been away, on a mission, and the hours without his voice, his laughter, his touch, had stretched on endlessly. He had spent the entire day out on patrol, trying to keep the streets safe from the ever-present criminal element that plagued the city. He knew the job was never easy, but it had been particularly grueling today.

But now, finally, the moment you had been waiting for was here. Jason was back. You practically leapt off the couch when you heard the familiar sound of his motorcycle pulling into the driveway. You raced to the door, your heart pounding so loudly that you thought it might burst from your chest. As soon as the door swung open, there he was, standing in all his brooding glory, his dark eyes locking onto yours.

Entering the dimly lit hideout, Jason kicked off his boots and tossed his helmet onto a nearby table. He rubbed his temples, feeling a dull ache starting to form in his head. Just as he was about to retreat to his room for some much-needed rest, he heard a voice echoing through the quiet space. Your lips stretched into a wide grin, and without thinking, you lunged at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug.

"Jaybird!" The voice was enthusiastic and filled with an energy that Jason found almost overwhelming.

"Hey, you're back!" you exclaimed, a grin spreading across your face as you closed the distance between you and Jason.

He couldn't help but feel a small smile tug at the corner of his lips in response to your infectious energy. It had been a long day, and seeing you so happy to see him was a welcome sight. However, as you continued to chatter excitedly about your day, he felt a subtle throbbing in his head intensify.

He stiffened in your arms, and you pulled back slightly, noticing the storm clouds gathering in his eyes. His jaw clenched, and you could see the tension radiating off him.

"Hey, could you calm down," he said in a low, gravelly voice, prying your arms from around his neck. "You're acting like a damn hurricane."

You paused mid-sentence, the excitement in your eyes dimming slightly as you processed his words. The smile that had been so vibrant moments ago faltered, and you took a step back, suddenly self-conscious. You blinked, taken aback by his sudden coldness. "What?"

"You're being too loud and you're giving me a headache." he muttered, pushing past you and into the living room.

"Oh, uh, sorry," you mumbled, your enthusiasm now replaced with uncertainty.

You stared after him, hurt and confusion warring within you. You had anticipated this joyful reunion, the two of you wrapped up in each other's arms, but instead, his words hung in the air like a heavy fog. You had missed him all day, every second of it, and now that he was back, he was telling you to calm down? You felt like you had been slapped in the face.

For the rest of the evening, you tried your best to contain your exuberance, to dim the light that had been burning so brightly inside you. You spoke in hushed tones, moved with measured steps, and kept your laughter in check. Every fiber of your being ached to be near him, to touch him, but you held yourself back, convinced that this was what he wanted.

The days that followed were a monotonous blur. you moved through them like a shadow, your heart heavy with the weight of his words. You were consumed by a quiet sadness, an ache that gnawed at you day and night. You missed the way we used to be, the way he would wrap you in his arms and tell you that your happiness was his priority. But now, you felt like a nuisance, a burden that he couldn't wait to be rid of.

One evening, as you sat on the couch, lost in your thoughts, Jason walked in. He looked at you with his brow furrowed.

"Hey," he began, his voice gentle this time.

You turned to look at him, your eyes still carrying a touch of sadness.

"Hi" you replied to him trying to keep a straight face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer than before.

You stare at nothing as you answer the question. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You've been very quiet all week. You're not yourself. You used to be… well, you used to be energetic, and now you're like a shadow," he said, his gaze searching yours.

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly tight. "You told me to calm down, and that I was being loud."

"I'm sorry for snapping at you," Jason said sincerely. "I know you were just excited to see me, But I needed a moment to adjust after being on that mission. I wasn't prepared to interact with you, but that doesn't mean I wanted you to disappear."

You sighed, your gaze dropping to your hands in your lap.

You felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. You had misunderstood him, taken his words to heart in the worst possible way. "I just... I didn't want to bother you," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "maybe I was being too much for you."

Jason reached out and gently tilted your chin up, making you meet his eyes.

"You're never too much for me," he said softly. "I appreciate your energy and enthusiasm. It's just... I was having a rough day, and I didn't handle it well. I didn't mean to make you feel like you had to change who you are."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and a hint of your usual spark returned to your eyes.

"You're forgiven," you said, giving him a playful nudge as you pout and say "But next time, maybe just tell me you're having a bad day instead of being mean, okay?"

Jason chuckled, relieved to see your spirit returning. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close.

"Deal," he replied. "Now, let's enjoy this sunset together."

[elarianastreamikaelso]

Spiaggia

Pov. T/n convince Dick a prendersi una vacanza.

t/n entro nell'ufficio di Dick alla centrale di polizia e si sedete sulla sua sedia e resto lì finche la porta dell'ufficio si apri ed entrò Dick.

"tesoro cosa ci fai qui pensa che fossi con le ragazze?" disse Dick. "lo ero poi ho deciso di venire qui ma prima sono passata da sturbucks e ti ho presso il tuo Frappuccino preferito." disse t/n e gli diede il frappuccino. "grazie tesoro, ma penso che ci sia altro." disse Dick.

"hai ragione sono qui anche per dirti che hai bisogno di una vacanza." disse t/n. "tesoro." inizio Dick, ma t/n lo interruppe "tesoro niente Dick stai lavorando troppo non dormi più di tre ore ormai da due settimane devi prenderti una pausa e su questo non si discute." disse t/n testardemente.

Dick sospiro e annui "bene aspetta qui vado dal capo e mi prendo una settimana di vacanza ok." disse Dick. t/n annui sorridendo. Dick usci dal suo ufficio per andare a parlare con il suo capo. Quando torno nel suo ufficio trovo t/n che girava sulla sua sedia.

"tesoro." chiamo Dick facendola fermare. "si ?" chiese t/n. "sono ufficialmente in ferie" disse Dick. "bene andiamo a casa." disse t/n saltando in piedi e battendo le mani. i due uscirono mano nella mano dalla stazione di polizia.

Il giorno dopo

Dick e t/n scesero dall'aereo e presero un taxi per andare all'albergo che avevano prenotato. i due entrarono. "finalmente siamo arrivati alla Hawaii." strillo t/n. Dick rise "sono felice che ti piaccia tesoro" disse Dick.

"lo adoro mettiamoci il costume e andiamo al mare non vedo l'ora di andare a fare una nuotata e poi al pomeriggio andiamo alla spa e sta sera ristorante." disse t/n. "va bene tesoro una cosa alla volta mettiamoci il costume e scendiamo in spiaggia" disse Dick. t/n e Dick si misero il costume e scesero giù in spiaggia e si tuffarono in mare.

Al pomeriggio

"sbrigati Dick abbiamo la prenotazione per la spa alle 16:30 e sono già le 16:25 dai che se no arriviamo in ritardo." disse t/n. "tesoro sono pronto andiamo" disse Dick. Dick e t/n arrivarono alla spa dell'albergo. "buon pomeriggio signori avete prenotato?." disse la receptionist. "si abbiamo prenotato a nome Grayson." disse Dick.

la receptionist controllo il computer. "bene allora questi sono le chiavi per gli armadietti cambiatevi e andate alla stanza 22 per i massaggi e poi la stanza 33 per l'inizio del percorso rilassante." disse la receptionist. "ok grazie mille" disse t/n prese le chiavi e prese la mano di Dick e li porto agli spogliatogli.

Dick e t/n avevano appena finito di fare il massaggio e il percorso rilassante stavano tornando nella loro stanza d'albergo. "la spa e il massaggio è stata l'idea migliore della tua vita mi serviva proprio." disse Dick. "te l'avevo detto che avevi bisogno di una vacanza" disse t/n. "ti giuro che non dubiterò mai più delle tue parole." disse Dick. "ti conviene" disse t/n lanciandogli un finto sguardo serio che fecce scoppiare a ridere tutti e due.

La sera

Dick stava aspettando che t/n fosse pronta per la cena mentre si guardava allo specchio. "tesoro sei pronta." urlo Dick. "si, sono pronta." disse t/n uscendo dal bagno. "allo che ne dici." disse t/n girando su se stessa. Indossava un abito nero elegante.

"tesoro sei magnifica." disse Dick. "grazie anche tu sei stupendo." disse t/n baciando Dick. "è meglio che andiamo a mangiare se non vuoi che cambi idea tesoro." disse Dick. "hai ragione andiamo a cena che sta sera ti aspetta il dessert" disse t/n. "oh mi piace quello che sento." disse Dick. T/n rise "andiamo." disse t/n. "prima le signore." disse Dick aprendogli la porta.

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Lone Warrior pt.2

summary :reader is put into emergency foster care after a tragedy , despite living with the Wayne family for a bit , reader takes it upon herself to move away and start anew since she clearly wasn't welcomed , after many years have passed Damian finally joins the family and after a particular spat w his father he finds himself in reader's room and an interest in them has sparked.

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part 1 , part 3

" Y/n ?" Damian asks as he turns to Alfred , his face morphs into a mask of confusion . He has resided in his father's mansion for three years, and never has he heard of someone by that name ever being mentioned . He stared at Alfred curiously as he shuffled through the door and steeled himself to sit on the dusty bed .

Another reason that bewildered Damian to the core - he knew Alfred personally tended and cleaned all of Wayne Manor regardless if a space was used often or not so for this room to be neglected in this state itches at his mind .

" Y/n is one of your older adopted siblings Master Damian." Alfred begins . Damian huffs - ' Seriously, another charity case his father had to take pity on ? ' he thinks as his mind grew bored - the initial interest being lost . " Y/n was adopted around the time Master Jason had passed, and before Master Drake joined us," Alfred continued , paying no heed to Damian's uninterested look.

He rolls his eyes , " That's nothing special, Pennyworth. Besides, where are they if they're my supposed adopted sibling ?" Damian asks pointedly . Alfred goes silent for a few moments , wringing his worn hands together as he looks everywhere but at Damian .

" We do not know where Master Y/N is " he finishes - voice going soft . Damian quirks up an eyebrow, " Thats insane Pennyworth surely we have an inkling where they are - hell, we know where Jason is whenever he's being all pissy and distant !!" Damian exclaims .

" Master Damian , Master Y/N left when she was 14 without saying anything to anyone," Alfred explains as he stares at your bed with a face of longing . Silence draws out between them - Damian is too shocked to say anything . " Did father not bother to look for them ?" He asks carefully.

Another beat of awkward silence passes between them before Alfred answers with a quiet ' no ' . Nothing is said between them again for a while . " Why " Damian questions in disbelief - it's too uncharacteristic of his father to simply forget one of his own children - he is batman - batman always has a plan for everything - always thinks of possibilities- always solves anomalies - so why hadn't father cared enough about this ? About you ?

" I am afraid Master Name and Master Bruce never clicked seeing as ...they never once conversed for the scarce years she lived with us " Alfred shakily answers - it as if the thought of you haunts him deeply - maybe you do - maybe you do haunt the old man after all in his eyes you were the only normal child he had the pleasure of raising in Bruce's ward.

Damian says nothing , just walks around the room until he stops at an old portrait of a young girl - what he presumes a younger you . It's worn down from the years and pile of dust . Damian takes a good look at you , notes your dead eyes - dead eyes that reflect indifference to the world around you with hints of pain and endless suffering burrow within . Your hair is loosely tied behind with a ribbon behind . You are noticeably not smiling , even when you hold a giant ice cream cone in your hands - just a dead pan look staring back at him.

His hand caresses the portrait with care - he wonders what you are like . ' Were you someone kind ?' . ' Someone who takes and cares only for themselves? ' . 'Were you a born genius or hard worker type ? ' . 'A hero or maybe a villain ? ' . ' Were you a go with the flow person or practical?' .

' Why were you so unheard of ? ' , ' Why hadn't Father , Grayson, or Drake told him about you ?' So many questions he wants to demand but all left unanswered . " Tell me about them, Pennyworth." Damian demands , turning around to look at the old man .

Pennyworth sighs as he runs his hands along the sheets , " They were quiet - not the awkward type of quiet , the observing type - they didn't say much about themselves - only briefly mentioned her parents and life before . She was an incredible student , straight A's and incredibly independent .....in fact - I've never had to clean up Master Y/N because she insisted I hadn't because of my elderly age ....... she loved gardening and making little water fountains for the strays and the birds that used to come by . She loved apple tarts and loved to swim, but if K recalled properly , she hated whenever people talked about Arkham Asylum . " Alfrdd recounts.

Damian takes it all in - you sound complex - an enigma , sound so unlike himself and his siblings but alike at the same time . " Why did they hate Arkham Asylum?" He asks , intrigued . ' Were you close to Tood ?' , ' Had something happened to you for you to be there ?'.

" She never said - just ... expressed how inhumane Arkham Asylum is, " he finishes . Silence passes between them as Damian ponders on the response . " I must leave now Master Damian to prepare dinner," Alfred excuses himself as he leaves the room promptly.

Damian pays him no mind , eyes glued to your portrait with determination. There is something inside him that prompts him to take it - a siren call begging him to find you and if he's learnt anything in life - he knows it's best not to ignore a gut feeling .

With determination , Damian swipes your portrait, hiding it in his pocket before leaving .

Y/N sits on a rooftop , overlooking the vast skyline of distant skyscrapers . Each moment is precise as she she carefully tracks her target, leaving a store . Y/N uses the advantage of the setting sun's bright light to align her sniper's magnification on the target's neck . - A perfect disguise as the target wouldn't see her coming unless he wants to risk his eyesight .

The gun of the sniper is pressed against her cheek while her trained hand rests on the trigger as she patiently awaits the perfect moment . The target fishes out his phone and begins to converse while walking past an open dumpster - here, she carefully takes point and shoots .

She watches with a muted look as her target halts in their actions , blood spills from his head as he falls dumbly into the dumpster . " Great job agent 15 , a job well executed," a voice buzzes through her earpiece . Y/N tucks her sniper back into its discreet brief case before answering, " Thank you, agent 17 , permission to clock out for today's mission ?" Y/N asks into her intercom , the sun setting behind her in a beautiful arch as the wind blows past her .

" Permission granted , please return to base 15 " agent 17's motherly voice chimes in before cutting out . Y/N takes a good look at the setting sun - thoughts of her mother and father come to her mind - she wishes - she wishes she can cradle them both and comfort them with the knowledge that their daughter is putting a stop to crime but she knows it's wishful thinking - she knows mothers far too insane and father has long forgotten her but still - she's determined to prevent what's happened to her , happen to another person. Determined to save an innocent life from walking down the road she has .

With that , Y/N looks back at the setting sun's one last time before jumping off the rooftop and disappearing into the evening's abyss .

Damian sits in front of the bat computer as he busily types away . The batcomputer scans through hundreds of possible pictures of what Y/N would be grown up to look like now , another monitor is combing through the internet archives trying to find any presence of her .

He groans in frustration as a monitor displays another 'error' - ' how can a computer capable of decrypting alien tech be so incapable and useless when it comes to finding a missing person?' Damian thinks as he runs another program.

He leans back in the seat - exhausted and tired , it has been three hours and he has yet to find anything about you - not even your old school records, not even your own birth - it's like you were seamlessly erased from the earth and it does nothing but fuel his intrigue and nagging gut feeling to find you.

' Were you trafficked?' , ' Were you murdered and thrown away to rot in a ditch?' , ' Or used in some illegal organ transfer ?' So many thoughts course through his mind violently like a tornado.

He silently curses Bruce and Pennyworth in his mind -' how can they possibly allow a 14 year old girl to run away ? ' . ' What made her run away in the first place ?' . So many questions but no answers .

Damian was suddenly ripped out of his dilemma when a monitor began to go off . His head eagerly whipped towards it - almost snapping his neck at the pace . There on the screen , displayed a blurry security footage of a figure leaping off a building and disappearing into an alleyway along with your portrait from earlier - a 40% guaranteed match as the software compares both hair properties and the blurry closeups of your faces .

Damian's eyes widened in eagerness as he enlarged the footage and immediately ran it through software to find the footage's location . He feels his heart beat rapidly - this could be it - he could have found you ! - he might actually have done something, not even batman could do. Pride and accomplishment swell within him as he watches the loading screen complete and there - his answer to all his past questions display as bright as day , ' Russia ,Rostov-on-Don ' .

" Russia ?" He murmurs a bit confused . ' How did a 14 year old girl get to Russia of all places ?' He questions . He looks back at the blurry footage of what might be your figure leaping off the building and disappearing into an alleyway . Whatever the reason is , he is going to find out - he is going to take this sliver of hope and find you himself ." I am coming for you, sister," Damian declares as he promptly begins his preparations for Russia.

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Dick Grayson who loves it when instead of interlacing your fingers you wrap both your arms around his bicep when you’re out because number one, he likes the feel of you grabbing onto him like that, number two, he loves knowing that he’s the one you want and need and love and number three, nine times out of tend you’re going to drag your nails in strange patterns up and down the bulk of his bicep and he just loves it so so much

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AWWW 😭

THE BEST DAMN PARENTS D.G.

Summary: Dick loved how you took care of Damian, maybe he would love it with his own kid too

Warning: fluff, Damian being adorable, nightmare. 

A/N: “I’m too young for a child” ~ me to myself everytime I’m ever writing about having a baby

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Word count: 1.7k

Everyone knew that Dick was Damian’s favorite brother.

He was the only one that Damian could tolerate for long periods of time and the only other person besides his father that he would trust with his life. Dick was the person that he could confide in when he felt like he could turn to no other.

So, when he got a girlfriend, Damian had gotten jealous. He was jealous that their time was being taken away for you and that Dick was cancelling plans because he wanted to spend time with you. Damian didn’t like you before he even met you, you were an inconvenience to his life without even being a part of it.

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[swabsandcream]

A New Start [Part 3]

Detective Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dick and Y/N have been assigned to conduct a stakeout for their robbery case, which leads to the two of them having to experience some unexpected events. 

Warnings: Mentions of violence, mentions of blood, swearing

It was roughly four-thirty in the morning. The sun hadn’t come up yet, and the streets of Downtown Detroit were remarkably quiet. The entire city was asleep, except for Y/N and Dick, who were sitting in an inconspicuous car right across the street from the suspected drop-off location, which was a storage unit. Y/N was not a morning person at all. In fact, she didn’t really have a chance to get any sleep after she left the station last night. Her conversation with Rodriguez about the Robin case caused her to draw an entirely different conclusion than she had before. A conclusion that involves her partner, who was sitting in the driver’s seat. They didn’t say much to each other since he picked her up from her apartment, making it a little awkward between the two of them as they panned their surroundings looking for anything suspicious. Y/N turned to look at Dick as he pulled something from the cooler he had in the backseat of the car.

“I can’t believe you brought an entire cooler to a stakeout. What did you even bring...beers? Any kind of liquor?”

“Well, if I knew you were an alcoholic, I would’ve brought more than a bunch of soft drinks.” Dick chuckled, watching Y/N roll her eyes at his remarks while he popped open a can of Vernors and took a sip.

“The hell is a Vernors? I never heard of that.” Y/N reached into the cooler and grabbed a cold can of Vernors, hesitant to try the new drink.

“Me neither until I got here. They definitely don’t sell these back in Gotham. It’s honestly not bad, try it.” Dick sat back in the seat, observing his partner’s reaction as she took a small sip of the carbonated beverage. 

She let out a loud belch shortly after, causing both of them to laugh hysterically. Then the car grew silent, and their eyes were locked onto one another just like the day before. Y/N couldn’t allow herself to get lost in the lustrous eyes of the man sitting next to her again, not after what she had learned during her secret investigation. 

“It’s funny you mentioned Gotham, because I’ve been thinking about how you and Robin are both from there.” Y/N was attentive to Dick’s actions as he immediately stopped looking at her, letting out a sigh of disappointment as he set his soda can down to bury his face in his hands. Ignoring his gestures, Y/N continued to push for a verbal response.

“And now both of you are here, of all places, at the same time. Isn’t that strange?” Dick raised his head out of his hands and looked over at Y/N, annoyed by the smug look on her face, like she has it all figured out. 

“Still not over the Robin thing huh? Hope you didn’t forget what I said yesterday Y/N. I do like you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t-”

“Report me to Nelson? Be my guest Dick, and I’ll be sure to tell him about how you’ve been working with Robin this entire time.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Tyler Hackett. Rodriguez told me all about it last night.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about Y/N.”

“I don’t huh? The main suspect in a child abuse case gets off easy, and you were fucking pissed about it considering the fact that you were hellbent on locking him up.”

“Y/N please-”

“Rodriguez said once Hackett was found not guilty you went on this big rant in front of everyone saying something along the lines of understanding why Batman and Robin do what they do. Then a week later, Hackett is in the hospital with life threatening injuries by Robin, coming all the way from Gotham. There have been several crimes taking place since then, and he hasn’t made another appearance since then.”

Dick was eerily silent, trying to process the fact that his fear had ultimately came true despite his meager attempt to keep her from pursuing this issue any further. She had most of it figured out, but the most important detail was left out of her theory, which gave Dick an opportunity to satisfy her hunger for the truth.

“Ok. You got me. Robin and I are...acquaintances. Back in Gotham I helped him keep tabs on criminals like the Joker and Scarecrow, and if I ever need a favor, I just gave him a call. I don’t like to call on him, but I couldn’t let Hackett get away with what he did to that little girl. Son of bitch better be lucky I...he didn’t kill him.” Dick was staring out the window as he told this strategic lie, avoiding eye contact with his partner in hopes to not get caught. “Despite what everyone’s saying, Robin’s not a bad guy. It seems like you’re one of the few people that actually understand that, so thank you.”

“No, thank you for telling me the truth. I promise I won’t tell anyone about it. Robin is great and all, but I admire how passionate you are about helping people, especially innocent kids.” Y/N reached out for Dick’s hand that was resting on the armrest and put her hand on top of his.

Dick looked down at their touching hands and back up at Y/N, who was glaring at him. Once again, they were caught in a moment of silence, but this time Dick wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. He slowly switched the position of their hands, putting his on top and slowly gliding his hand up and down her forearm. Y/N remained motionless, taking in the feeling of her partner's hands continuously stroking her left arm. Aroused by the tension, Dick decides to take it a step further by leaning toward his partner, being close enough to feel her quickened breathing on his face. Y/N's mind was screaming for her to retreat, but her body remained in place. Her lips parted slightly in preparation for what was about to happen next.

They both knew it was wrong to be doing this when they're supposed to be working, but the anticipation was much too high to dial it back now.

"We shouldn't." Y/N's voice was barely above a whisper.

"I know."

With that, the detectives were sent to an aura filled with pure, unadulterated bliss as their lips intertwined. Neither one of them had experienced a feeling like that in a very long time, allowing themselves to get lost in each other. Dick took his unoccupied hand and grabbed hold of her thigh, pulling her closer to him despite the obvious obstacle in between them. Y/N cupped his face with both of her hands, parting her lips wider to grant him entry with his tongue. The kiss grew more heated by the second, and Y/N had abandoned all hope of regaining self-control. She threw the leg he was grabbing over the armrest, preparing to get on top of him, and then a phone started ringing. The sound of Dick’s ringtone made Y/N pull away from his lips, retracting her leg and shifting back into her seat. Dick was yanked back into reality as he started patting himself to find his phone, which he eventually located in his back pocket. He read the caller ID and promptly answered.

“Hello? Yes, we’re here. Just play your part and don’t do anything stupid. If they sniff you out, you know what to do. Alright, bye.” Dick hung up the brief phone call and looked over at his partner, who was looking out the slightly fogged window, slumped in her seat with her arms folded.

“That was the informant I was telling you about. He just said that they’ll be here in a few minutes to meet a potential buyer for the jewelry.” He didn’t receive a response or any form of acknowledgment from his partner who remained in the same position. 

“Y/N? Did you hear what I just-”

“Loud and clear.” She said with a big sigh, avoiding eye contact with the man she just got done having a make out session with. She couldn’t belief how she just let herself lose control like that. After everything that happened between her and her last partner, not to mention she just met this guy two days ago. 

"Are you upset with me?" Dick's question didn’t receive an answer. "Listen, we clearly both like each other so there's no point of trying to hide it."

"Dick, you don't understand. My partner back in LA...he was more than just a work partner to me." Y/N finally turned her head away from the window, meeting eyes with Dick.

Now he understood why she was being so resistant towards him. She didn't want to get too involved with another partner in fear that she would end up losing him just like the last. Little did she know that her new partner was highly trained to deal with high-risk situations.

"So, you got a thing for detectives then?" His words caused Y/N to snicker, turning away from him with an eye roll. He brought her attention back to him once he grabbed her arm.

"You don't have to worry about me getting hurt or killed on the job. If anything comes up, I will handle it. I promise." He spoke in a very calm and reassuring tone with a smile, releasing his partner's arm in the process.

The moment between them was abruptly interrupted by the sight of a black SUV pulling into the parking lot of the storage unit. Dick swiftly grabbed the binoculars he had in the armrest and put it up to his eyes to focus on the site. Y/N prepared the earpieces connected to the wire the informant was wearing. She gave Dick one, and she had the other, both of them putting it on and watching as the scene unfolded right across the street from them.

"I really hope we can trust this guy. If he screws this up, we'll be fucked." Y/N's concerns were turned on deaf ears as Dick proceeded to watch the criminals begin to converse.

Three of them that came out of the SUV all at once. All dressed in black suits and ties, standing idle right in front of the storage unit. One of them was the informant, playing his part as Dick and Y/N listened to the group's conversation from a distance.

"So, the buyer's not here yet. They're all just standing out there waiting for them now." Dick serving as the commentator, while Y/N continues to look out the window.

"...wait. Something's not right." Y/N snapped her neck towards him.

"Dick what are you talking about?"

Dick put down his binoculars and quickly reached for his bag right next to the cooler. He rustled through the bag and pulled out a handgun, cocking it and handing it Y/N. Her heart started racing, confused about what was happening and starting to panic.

"Dick what the fuck is going on!?"

"It's a set up. They know we're here."

Before Dick could explain further, a black SUV pulled up a few spaces behind them and stopped. The doors opened, and five masked men with guns jumped out of the car and rushed towards them. Dick and Y/N quickly got out of the car, Y/N shooting at the men and taking cover in front of the car. She reached out for her partner, who was nowhere to be found.

"Dick!" She screamed in terror, afraid to move from her crouched position in front of the car. She couldn't see what was happening, but she heard a few gunshots and a lot of grunting. She had absolutely no clue what happened to her partner.

He's dead. They killed him. There's no way he could've made it. Maybe he ran away. He fucking left me here to die! What am I gonna do? Y/N's thoughts were running rampant while she remained crouched, holding the car for support. Then she realized she couldn't hear anything. No gunshots, no grunting, nothing. It was dead silent, then there were footsteps and heavy breathing. The sound grew louder in Y/N's direction, her state of panic intensifying as the footsteps got closer. By the time she could see the shoe of the person approaching her, she jumped up from in front of the car and shot the gun, completely missing her target.

"WHOA! Y/N, it's me! Don't shoot!" Dick held his hands up as if he were surrendering. Y/N's hands were violently shaking, her body frozen in place and tears flowing out of her eyes.

Dick slowly approached her until he could remove the gun from her hands, then brought her into his arms. She cried into her partner's huffing chest, relieved that he was alive but angry about him leaving her so suddenly. Then she realized that his shirt was wet, she opened her eyes and saw blood stains coating his shirt and a little bit on her face.

"What the fuck!" She stepped back from him, wiping her face off and getting a better look at him.

He had blood all over his shirt, and some splattered on his face. She looked over at the five men, who were all laid out on the ground, bloodied and lifeless. She was speechless by the sight, unable to comprehend how a detective was capable of taking on five armed men all at once without any kind of weapon. She looked across the street where the SUV was, but they had disappeared.

"Those guys at the storage unit were a decoy. My informant must've cut a deal with the guy behind all this." Dick’s demeanor was completely calm, despite his heavy breathing he has completely fine. Almost like it was another day on the job. Y/N thought she had him figured out, but quickly came to terms with the fact that she hadn’t.

"Are you Robin?"

"What?"

"Don't fuck with me Dick Grayson. I don't care if you know karate, taekwondo, or whatever. It was five on one, and you were completely unarmed."

"Not completely." Dick reached in his pocket and pulled out a bloody throwing star, carved into the letter 'R'. He handed it to Y/N, confirming her suspicions.

She didn't know how to feel about this revelation. There was so much to unpack, but the fact that she made out with the one and only Robin had taken over her train of thought. Dick stepped closer to her, closing the gap between them.

"Why did you lie to me?" Y/N looked up at his blood-stained face.

"I didn't want you to look at me differently. We both know that I've done some things that I'm not proud of, but I need you to know that I've always had the right intentions."

"I know Dick, and I trust you." She grabbed his hand, putting the throwing star into his palm and closing it for him. “The question is, do you trust me? Will you let me help you instead of you creeping around by yourself?” He snickered, smiling down at his partner in amusement.

“Of course. No going off on my own.” He said smoothly. With his face only inches away from Y/N’s, he decides to take the opportunity to kiss her once more. She cupped his face with her hands as they proceeded, until Dick broke away and looked over at the bodies again. 

“We should probably call this in huh?”

“Yeah, we should. But how exactly are we going to explain this?”

“We were under attack, I tried to stop them, and my badass partner took them out with the gun I gave her.” His fake explanation put a smile on Y/N’s face as they both stepped from in front of the car to get back inside. Once they got in the car, Dick called into the station about the bodies and drove off with Y/N by his side. With the two of them working together in the grimy streets of Detroit, there was nothing that could possibly stop them. 

~ Part 4? Maybe? ~