#dickkoryweek2019

[celestial-mari]

“You always carry me Koriand’r. I’ve got to get some sort of vehicle.” “Why? I love having you near me, Dick.”

DickKory Week Day 1: Flying

[martaare-llopart]

🌟🦇 Dick has told me lots about you🦇🌟

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Dickkory Week [Day 2]: In-Laws

[nightwingwhatdidisay]

[day 1 prompt: flying]

People can go to the moon and back with reasons why a girlfriend who flies is the greatest perk, and Dick Grayson will just nod his head and smile.

He’ll lay back on the lawn chair and toast a beer with Roy Harper, who’s brazenly mumbling some drunken words into the summer air like, “Dick, the sex has got to be insane, man.”

“It is,” Dick says, laughing.

Or he’ll be down in the batcave, updating reports on the computer in complete peace until Damian Wayne decides to stand over him, voicing his approval over Dick’s new relationship and rattling off an objective analysis of Starfire’s combative effectiveness.

“—and when you find yourself at a disadvantage, as you tend to do, Grayson—let’s be rational, here—Starfire has the aerial control for striking down on any assailant—”

“Stop leaning on my chair, Damian.”

He’ll watch wondrously as Kory flies over the top of the T-Mobile to catch the nozzle of the hose when Cyborg throws it up, and spray all the soap off the car like makeshift rain. And what’s the point of taking planes these days anyway? Not when it costs nothing but the love he’s been freely giving to be in her arms alone in the air for a good long while.

But no one ever brings up a perk that means quite a lot to Dick Grayson, more than anyone ever realizes.

He likes how he doesn’t have to add Kory to the list of loved ones who can fall to their deaths.

[nightglider124]

Dickkory Week: Day 2

I liked writing this one... any excuse to write about pregnant Kory? I take. 

This hasn’t been proofread properly yet, as is always the story with ship week entries lmao.

Hope ya like it.

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In-Laws

The downpour of rain continued to fall from the dark sky above, pelting everything in its path within the city.

Water flooded the streets, cars continuing to speed through and drench the sidewalks even more. 

Few people were around, besides the usual thugs and homeless that were huddled around low embered trash cans down quiet alleyways. 

Drops of water smeared across the glass of the car window and Kory sighed, peering out of it.

“I do not know if I will ever get used to Gotham…”

Dick smiled from his position in the driver’s seat and shifted his grip on the steering wheel so he could reach down and lace their fingers together.

“I don’t even think I am used to Gotham, babe.” He murmured, keeping his eyes on the road on account of the hazardous weather.

“I just wish it had more color… nicer streets and perhaps… not so much rain…” Kory told him, quietly.

“That’d be the day.” He paused and looked over at her, “How are you feeling tonight?”

“Nervous… I always am when we go and visit Bruce.”

He returned his focus to the road, “Why?”

Kory pulled a face that she knew Dick could see in his peripheral, “Even after all these years… I still do not think he is too… keen on me.”

“Babe, he loves you. You’re part of his family.”

She looked at the silver engagement and wedding rings that were wrapped around the same finger of her left hand.

“Not by his choice…” 

“Hey… c’mon, he was quite happy when I told him I was marrying you. And he didn’t object when given the chance at the wedding, did he?”

Kory took a deep breath, “No… apologies. I love Bruce like family… I just… worry that he does not.”

Dick smiled and turned his head towards her, “I know. It’s hard. He isn’t the most affectionate guy but he cares in his own ways.”

Nodding, Kory tried to shake the bout of insecurities she felt in her heart but not before she felt a bump and she groaned.

“Something up?”

She inclined her head and tiredly smirked, “I think she is also telling me to be calm…”

Dick grinned and as they pulled up to Wayne Manor, he reached over and placed a palm on his wife’s swollen belly, waiting to feel his baby kick from inside.

He received two bumps almost immediately which only brightened the smile he wore, “Hey little one… should mama listen to daddy when he says she is loved by grandpa Bruce? Gimme one kick for yes.”

Dick chuckled when a kick was given and he eyed his wife, “Well, the princess has spoken.”

Kory rolled her eyes but smiled, placing her hand over his atop of her stomach. Dick quickly reached through the window at the gates and buzzed for Alfred to let them pass which he did so straight away.

Once they pulled into the large driveway, Dick parked the car up and leaned down to kiss her stomach.

He pulled back and brushed his nose against Kory’s, “Ready to do this?”

With a tight smile, Kory nodded.

Dick got out first, using his coat as a shield from the onslaught of rain before he hurried over to Kory’s side and opened the door up, giving her a helping hand to get out.

Using his coat still, he covered them both as the couple ran to the front doors, already open with Alfred waiting to greet them.

“Thanks Al.” Dick huffed as they got into the foyer, pulling the coat away from their heads and shaking it down before hanging it by the door.

“I do believe the rain will not be letting up this evening.” Alfred sighed, eyeing the window with distaste,

“Such is life when it’s Gotham.” Dick shrugged, leaning in to give Alfred a brief yet firm hug, “He around yet or is he out?”

Alfred patted Dick’s back once before he replied, “He called to say he is on his way back now.”

With that, Alfred turned and smiled at Kory who was excitedly waiting to force another hug on the older gentleman, just as she always did.

“Miss Kory, you are looking radiant.” He told her as she threw her arms around his shoulders,

She snorted, “I do not feel radiant. I feel most like a whale. But, thank you, Alfred. It is lovely to see you again.”

Alfred patted her back and eyed her protruding belly briefly when pulling away, but Dick caught it and smirked.

“Guess what?” Dick paused, “Baby has started kicking since we last saw you. Want to feel?”

The sparkle in his eyes told Dick the truth that Alfred would never voice on account of being a ‘butler’ in his own eyes, despite Dick and Bruce thinking of him like blood, “Oh no… that is-”

Kory dramatically rolled her eyes and stepped forward, grasping Alfred’s hand and placing it on her belly.

They waited in silence for a few seconds before Alfred received a tiny bump against his hand; one that turned his expression to one of utter astonishment.

“Extraordinary… truly extraordinary.” Alfred gushed, before he stood back and took Kory’s coat from her to hang up beside her husband’s.

“Touching a pregnant stomach is deemed a form of luck on my home world; you need not be so hesitant, Alfred.” Kory explained, a grin toying at her lips,

He nodded, his smile one that could only be described as bashful. Dick laughed aloud before the two were led into the den by Alfred as they waited for Bruce to arrive home.

The billionaire by day, vigilante by night materialized from down in the cave after a short while, having swapped the cowl and cape for a smart shirt and pressed dress pants. 

He offered them one of his dazzling smiles that always reminded Kory of Dick’s boyish grin and she wondered if he’d picked it up from his adoptive father back in the early days of his youth.

Dick smirked and got up from the leather sofa they had been lounging on first, shaking Bruce’s hand and giving him an awkward half hug which ended with a casual slap on the back.

“Dick, glad you two could stay over this weekend. I wasn’t sure if you would when I saw the storm tonight.” Bruce said, releasing his son from his hold,

“We were already nearly here when it started so it was smarter to just come.” Dick told him, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

Kory slowly got to her feet, one hand supporting her belly as she rose from the sofa. She smoothed down the creases of her woolen, long sleeved bodycon dress; it was a forest green color that worked well to really emphasize her baby bump.

Bruce’s gaze fell on her and she could have sworn his expression softened as he crossed the space to greet her as well.

“Bruce… it is good to see you again.” She states, smiling brightly at her father in law.

He nodded and collected her into a polite hug, giving her cheek a kiss for good measure. 

“Hello Kory…” Bruce stepped back and his eyes fell to her belly, “How are you feeling lately?”

She lifted her shoulders, “Uh… she certainly keeps me alert…”

“Oh?”

Kory sighed and nodded, “Kicking. Just always kicking recently and I feel the need to blame Dick for that.”

Bruce smirked and the two of them ignored Dick’s weak protest from where he stood by Alfred now.

His eyes trailed upwards until he met her emerald orbs, “May I?”

Kory beamed at him, her heart warm at the interest he had been taking in connecting with his granddaughter.

“Of course… you need not ask.” She giggled, bringing the hand at his side to press against her tummy,

“Well… some women on Earth don’t like people always feeling their bellies.”

Kory smirked, “True but… I am not from Earth. Tamaranians deem it lucky every time someone touches their stomachs.”

Bruce nodded his head in intrigue, waiting patiently for hers and Dick’s child to give him some kind of response. And, after a minute or so, he was rewarded with a powerful bump directly under the palm of his hand.

His blue eyes widened and he slowly smiled from ear to ear, the true wonder of new life exciting all of them. 

“She is certainly an active little thing, isn’t she?” Bruce commented, patting Kory’s belly before removing his hand entirely,

“She is, indeed.”

“Only a couple more months to go, isn’t it?” 

Kory nodded and cradled her belly with both of her hands, an attempt to soothe her unborn daughter into a light slumber; just for a while so that she could relax a little more during dinner.

“I believe I shall miss being pregnant.” Kory admitted,

Bruce chuckled and threw a smirk in Dick’s direction, “I suppose you’ll just have to have another then, hm?” 

Dick choked on his tongue and a blush leaked across his cheeks as he stammered, “Uh… I-I don’t… I think we’ll be a little busy to…” 

Whilst her husband stumbled over himself, Bruce turned to Kory and gave her a secret wink only she could see, drawing an amused giggle from her.

“Right, let’s eat. Shall we?”

Alfred bobbed his head, “I’ll start preparing to bring it out, Master Bruce.”

“Thank you, Alfred.” 

With that, Bruce, Dick and Kory started to make their way towards the long dining table in the room just next door. 

Dick followed closely, falling in beside Kory and touching the small of her back, causing her to smile in content. His touch was a godsend; something her body and the baby had craved since the moment they discovered she was with child. She leaned back into his hand, appreciating the way his fingers rubbed circles against her cloth covered skin.

As they approached the dining table, Dick hurried ahead of his wife, pulling her chair out and taking her hand to help her sit down on it. She smiled and sweetly kissed his cheek, thankful to have married someone who was so protective and devoted to her basic well being.

He grinned back before he took the seat beside her.

The corners of Bruce’s lips lifted upward, silently proud of the way Dick had turned out. It made him feel like he had steered him right, despite his own conquests throughout his adult life, with only select women meaning something to him the way Kory meant something to Dick.

But, he did wonder if any woman had actually meant something to him like Kory meant something to Dick. Their sturdy relationship was something rare and special and he was genuinely very happy for his son, to have found something like that.

As Alfred served the dishes for the evening, conversation began to flow, the natural streak slowly starting to show itself. 

“So…” Bruce started, cutting into the meat on his plate, “How are the Titans?”

Dick smirked, “You mean… how is Damian doing as leader?”

Bruce shrugged, not wanting to show how obvious he was.

“He is doing extremely well. He has learned a lot from his time with the team… he is much more… patient and aware than when he first came to us.” Kory explained, lifting her fork full of chicken into her mouth,

Dick nodded and took a swig of his wine, “He’s definitely matured. I mean… 16 years old and he’s proving to be a very good leader. Hardly any complaints from the others.”

Bruce raised a dark brow, “But there are some.”

Kory stifled a smirk, “It would seem not everyone is a fan of his early morning training sessions.”

The head of the table paused, blinked in disbelief before he burst into laughter, “Well, I suppose that’s a fair reason not to be happy with him.”

Dick and Kory laughed alongside him, nodding their heads in agreement.

“Kory?” Bruce began, “Do you think you’ll return to your role of leader once you are settled with the little one?”

The Princess paused in her sipping from the glass of water and tilted her head to the side as she swallowed the mouthful, “I… am undecided… we are… still deciding what we wish to do in terms of the future.”

“Oh?”

Dick cleared his throat and his cerulean gaze fell on his former mentor, “Well… we were considering leaving Damian as the team’s leader… y’know… permanently.”

Bruce’s brows shot to his hairline, “Really?”

Sighing, Dick briefly dragged his fingers through his hair, “We need to pull back… maybe not forever but… our daughter is gonna need our focus. I’m working on arranging a roster so that I’m not always away from home as well. We’re… really taking this seriously.”

“We never want her to feel like she missed one of us whilst growing up…” Kory murmured, pattering her fingers against her belly in a moment of playfulness.

Bruce took a long moment before he nodded earnestly, “That sounds like a smart idea, you two.”

Kory smiled and glanced in Dick’s direction as he clasped her knee beneath the table, “Thanks.”

“So, I’m assuming you don’t want to come along for the secondary patrol later tonight.” 

Dick lifted his head, “Uh… I didn’t say that. As long as it doesn’t go past midnight, I’m permitted to go with.”

“Permitted?”

Kory smirked into her food as Dick chuckled, “Didn’t you know, Bruce? Kory makes all the final decisions.”

Bruce smiled, “She is the more intelligent one so that makes sense.”

“Hey!” 

Kory burst into a fit of giggles, taking another gulp of water from her glass. She felt her cheeks grow rosy from the banter that was being shared around the table and slowly, the walls that seemed to go up whenever she came to Gotham started to crack; just a little. 

She returned to slicing up the succulent chicken breast that sat on her plate, popping a piece into her mouth and allowing the flavors to dance across her tongue. 

“So, Kory… will you be visiting your parents on Tamaran closer to your due date?” Bruce asked, making gentle conversation,

Kory froze in her seat, her body going rigid at the question, despite Bruce’s complete obliviousness to the elephant in the room. She realized that Dick had never told his father about her own lack of family members; with most of them having perished years prior.

“Uh-” Dick made to save her from explaining but Kory held a hand up, stopping him. She felt a need in her heart to be honest and direct with her personal life. There was a constant feeling that dwelled in the pit of her stomach that Bruce merely tolerated her and that he barely knew anything about her, despite being his daughter in law for the past 2 years. 

But, she wanted him to know all about her and she wanted to share things with him; to have a closeness with her father by marriage that she did not necessarily have with her biological father.

Bruce had paused in eating, sensing that he had erred somewhere in his question.

Kory swallowed the mouthful of poultry and gently dabbed her lips, careful not to smear the lipstick she wore. 

“Unfortunately… my parents are deceased.”

Realization suddenly dawned on Bruce and his shoulders sagged in obvious sympathy and understanding for the woman sat at his table, “Oh… I’m sorry, Kory.”

She offered him a tight lipped smile and shook her head, “Do not be. It was… a long time ago…” She paused, considering how they treated her when she was alive and what she had endured at the hands of her parents, using her to barter for peace on their world, “Besides… they were not… the nicest of people.”

Her father in law stared at her for a long stretch of time, as if mulling over things in his head before he gave her a gentle smile, one that revealed his own pain from a young age. 

She knew that they were all orphans in truth, the three of them sat at the oak wood table that lined the middle of the room. She knew about Dick’s parents and then she later learned of Bruce’s origin as well, which was no less saddening than hers or Dick’s.

“It doesn’t make it much easier… whether they are good or bad people. It still hurts.”

Kory eyed him and felt a lump in her throat. She nodded in agreement, “No. It does not.”

She felt his hand cover hers, gently against the surface of the table and she looked up to hold his stare to which he offered her the softest smile she thought she had ever seen on him,

“Well… you know you’ve got us, Kory. You’ve always got a place here, in this family.”

Kory felt tears prick the back of her eyes but she refused her emotions for once. Her smile trembled as her heart felt so full before she nodded back to him, understanding that Dick had been right about what Bruce supposedly thought of her after all this time.

“Thank you, Bruce.”

[3dmouseart]

Dickkory week: (Day 5) Honeymoon

Kory:  It’s so beautiful here...

Dick:  I thought you’d like it; the other choices were Themyscira, New Genesis and the big guy’s Fortress.

Kory:  Any of those would have been interesting?

Dick:  Yeah.  But having sex in public in any of those locations, not such a good idea.

Kory grins and undoes her bikini.  Dick grins back.

Dick:  Why Mrs. Grayson, whatever are you doing?

[celestial-mari]

DickKory Week Day 4: Next Generation

When Mar’i grows up she forms her own Teen Titans team

[celestial-mari]

DICKKORY WEEK DAY 3: LOVE LANGUAGE [character fanmix] 

[listen here]

01. no light, no light ; florence + the machine // 02. seeing stars ; børns // 03. icarus ; bastille // 04. fingerprints ; kita klane // 05. starlight ; muse // 06. killer queen ; queen // 07. shine a light ; banners // 08. still feel. ; half•alive  // 09. nasa ; ariana grande // 10. midnight city ; m83 // 11. killing time ; max and the moon // 12. gold ; sir sly // 13. while we’re young ; jhene aiko // 14. electric love ; børns // 15. god is a woman ; ariana grande // 16. daydream ; ruelle // 17. hazey ; glass animals // 18. i see you. ; missio  // 19. out of my league ; fitz and the tantrums // 20. ocean eyes ; billie eilish // 21. cosmic love ; florence + the machine // 22. i feel love ; donna summer // 23. night running ; cage the elephant // 24. star fire ; sleeping wolf // 25. shut up and dance ; walk the moon // 26. my type ; saint motel // 27. tear in my heart ; twenty-one pilots // 28. human right ; the strike // 29. sunny ; boney m.  // 30. bottom of the deep blue sea ; missio

[celestial-mari]

“From the moment we met, there was always a connection. Physical, yes, but more. He is my soulmate. I will love him to the end of my days, and I believe I will always be in his heart.”

DickKory Week Day 5: Honeymoon

[celestial-mari]

“I was born at dawn--the hour of innocence, they say--when the day is yet to be and still brimming with hope and possibilities”

DickKory Week Day 2: In-Laws

[nightwingwhatdidisay]

[day 2 prompt: in-laws]

Honestly? Donna Troy will gladly get off Dick Grayson’s back if he’d ever stop making these dumbass decisions. She swears she doesn’t always feel the need to meddle, but she can’t help that her Big Sister Senses flare up whenever Dick Grayson commits serious Team-Leader crimes like a goddamn homing beacon.

She’s dangling her legs off the table in the Tower’s Common Room, unimpressed with the way an exhausted Nightwing throws callous statements at the team after their latest mission. They need rest, Dick. Why can’t you see that?

It’s a rhetorical question, really. She knows exactly why he can’t see things clearly anymore. Donna turns her head to look at Koriand’r, who sits tiredly on the couch in an utter state of dismay.

They’ve been doing this dance for some time now, this Will-They-Won’t-They tango bullshit, because Dick refuses to acknowledge what’s going on between them for what it is. Pent up feelings are the devil. They come down like a bog. They creep into your mind like a phantom and once they sink their talons into your brain, there’s just no more focus for anything else.

And when the leader can’t get it together, it throws the whole team out of sync, and Dick Grayson’s blindly dragging all of them through the mud. If there’s anything Donna’s learned from Batman, it’s how quickly you can invite trouble into your life if you keep holding back emotions. If there’s anything she’s learned from Wonder Woman, it’s how powerful the truth can be.

Nightwing turns to leave the room, but only makes it a few steps forward before feeling something fall over his shoulders and tighten around his chest. He looks down to see the Lasso of Truth’s hold on him and he throws back an angry look at Donna, understanding exactly what she’s trying to do.

“D, this isn’t fair.“

“Aren’t you in love with Starfire?”

“Don’t.”

Everyone in the room goes rigid as they turn to look at Starfire, who’s looking at Nightwing, who’s looking—threateningly—at Donna.

The lasso begins to glow.

“Well,” Donna says, “aren’t you?”

[nightwingwhatdidisay]

[day 4 prompt: the next generation]

A blinding flash of white.

Raven starts with a night spent reading in the Common Room, where all at once she feels the presence of Robin and Starfire entering the base of the Tower beneath her. She knows it's them because she can feel the storm of emotions they're both trying to rein in: a myriad of bashfulness and excitement, of joy and hope and fear.

It’s only Robin who enters. She hears the fridge door opening behind her and she turns her head to look at him. “First date went well?” Raven asks, trying to keep her voice even.

“Shut up.” Robin says, walking away with a water bottle in his hand. But he’s grinning ear to ear.

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Now, Raven is wading knee deep into the ocean with Garfield and Donna and Wally, and looks back at the shore. They can’t seem to keep their hands off each other, and despite the teasing and groaning from everyone demanding they get a room, Raven can feel it from all of them. That no one wants anything different happening between Kory and Dick Grayson. Because for some reason, a world where they’re together is a world that makes sense.

Dick mumbles something against her lips, and the laugh of Kory is so bright it restores Raven to the fullest.

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It’s a procession of various superheroes in wedding attire entering the garden of Bruce Wayne’s Gotham estate. It’s an evening of music and terrace lanterns and ice sculptures and the most delicious selection of hors d'oeuvres she’s ever tasted. The residence hides behind a dense forest of Tamaranean flower arrangements, and at the center of the crowd is Koriand’r and her new husband swaying together for their first of many dances.

People don’t need to be empaths, Raven thinks, to feel the fierceness and sustainability of this love.

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Dick comes out of the room with his newborn daughter safe in his arms, giving Raven a look of wonder. He can’t even speak, and there are not many things that can render the notoriously quippy Nightwing speechless. He carefully shifts the baby into Raven’s arms. She’s perfect. Green galaxies for eyes. Coarse black hair. The face of potential, and promise, and power. Mar’i, Raven says to the gurgling baby, Do you know how lucky you are? You were made from the best people I know. You’re going to rip the breath away from all of us.

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The visions go on for some time—a house in Bludhaven, a boy named Jake, a lifetime of overwhelming laughter and love—until, reverberating meekly into the void, is Starfire’s confused voice. Raven. I don’t understand. What is all of this? Robin and I aren’t...

They’re my memories, Starfire, Raven explains, from the future, of what you could have. And they’re bursting with life. But they aren’t promised, they’ll only happen if you find the strength. So they’re yours for the taking, Starfire, if you want them. We just need you to find the strength.

Raven disconnects the tips of her fingers from Starfire’s forehead, and returns to the realness of the room. A myriad of monitors beep and hum and whirr in their own rhythm against the stillness of the night, reporting an analysis of Starfire’s still body. She’s been in a coma for two weeks, and Raven knows that this is probably just a shot in the dark.

She steps around an unkempt, unshaven Robin, who’s sleeping awkwardly in the chair next to Starfire’s bed. There’s no point in waking him up and coaxing him back to his room. He’s refused to leave her side this whole time.

Raven leaves the infirmary, brimming with hope.

[nightglider124]

Dickkory Week: Day 3

Okay so I am a day late bc I spent yesterday just basically fixated on Titans trailer and venting/chatting about that. Like, I barely even did any stuff at work bc I was like on tumblr about it lmao.

ANYWAY. Here is Day 3 for yesterday. Today’s prompt will be posted later tonight.

I used 3 of the supposed 5 love languages. I used: Words of Affirmation, Quality Time & Physical Touch. I also just happened to use the literal idea of language as well lmao.

Hope ya like it.

Oh and if you couldn’t guess... I based yet another of these in the DCAU world bc I just really love writing them in their cute lil apartment. 

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Love Language 

Laughter bubbled up from the characters on screen, some kind of pun having fallen from the main guy’s mouth at a rather inappropriate time. He grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head as a blush took control over his cheeks. 

Kory and Dick both smiled lazily at the comedy movie they had on the TV as they relaxed in the comfort of their apartment, sat upon their sofa. Dick was sat with one arm leaning against the cushions of the sofa and the other draped across the back of it, behind Kory’s head as she remained huddled in the corner of the sofa.

Her legs were draped over her boyfriend’s lap, crossed at the ankles with a fluffy blanket strewn over their lower halves, protecting them from the slight chill in the air, signalling that Fall would soon be coming to an end if that and the orange leaves that fell from the tree outside were anything to go by.

Kory suddenly shifted, keeping her legs over Dick’s but snuggling into the arm that was just around her shoulders. She deeply inhaled his familiar scent before she rested her head on his chest, her smile widening as Dick played with a few tendrils of her long, auburn locks.

Her fingers found the material of his shirt, playing with it as she idly watched the movie. Dick smirked as he watched her movements, toying with his shirt simply for the want to be in contact with him in some way. 

The thumping beneath the skin of his torso seemed to grow stronger; louder, like her presence alone raised his heart rate in a way akin to if he had just sprinted a marathon. 

He peered down at her, a true swell of contentment inside his chest.

Dick leaned down a little, just enough so that he could press a small kiss to her neck, making her squirm.

Kory giggled and sighed, “Yiv tu daktar…”

He blinked, having grown so accustomed to only hearing her speak English; the random use of her mother tongue had him thrown.

“What?” He chuckled,

Kory inclined her head to look up at him, “Hm?”

“You just said something in Tamaranian.”

Her eyes widened and a blush dripped across her face, like paint spilling down a wall, “Oh? I did not realize… I said ‘you are so sweet’.”

Dick smiled at the compliment but his curious mind and continuous thirst for knowledge had him pause and shuffle away from her a little,

“You know… I don’t think I ever really hear you speak it anymore. The only time really is when we first found you… and sometimes when you sing in the shower or mumble in your sleep.”

Kory raised a brow at him, “I mumble in my sleep?”

“Sometimes and it’s not always in English.”

She shrugged her shoulders and played with a long piece of hair cascading over her shoulder, “I know a selection of languages; some that are of this world and some that are from other planets… English and Tamaranian are the ones I know most… I suppose I cannot help but deviate to my first language every now and then.”

“Seems to be when you aren’t really thinking about it.” Dick surmised,

Kory nodded, “Yes… English is not my first language and… I believe it takes more concentration.”

“I think it’s cool. You’re like some kind of translator.”

His Princess laughed and shook her head, “So, if I get bored of leading the Titans and decide to get a day job like you have… translator is the one I should pursue?”

Dick grinned, “I mean, you could do a lot of things if you wanted to. Modelling would definitely be one for you too.”

Kory rolled her eyes, “Mhm…”

“I mean it. You’ve got the height and the looks. You could do it.”

She smirked and folded her arms over her chest, “Oh? And you wouldn’t mind if I were to model clothes and lingerie and be all over posters and billboards for all men to see?” 

Dick stared at her before he shook his head and waved his hand dismissively, “Okay. Nope. Translator. Do that instead.” 

Kory burst into laughter, letting her hands fall back into her lap, “Do not worry, my love. I think that a translator would be more enjoyable anyway.”

He chewed on his bottom lip, eyeing her with a sense of question riddled on his own face, “Hey, babe?”

“Yes?” She asked, her head rested against the back of the sofa so she could watch him,

“Do you think… you could teach me some Tamaranian?” 

Kory sat up straight, her eyebrows at her hairline in surprise, “Really?”

He lifted his shoulders and rubbed his neck in that sheepish way of his, “Well, yeah… I mean, I’ve always liked learning new languages and… what other humans can say they know a language from another planet that isn’t a fictional one?” He paused and smiled, “Sides… I think it would be nice. We always do things that are influenced by Earth since we live here… I’d like to know more about where you come from too.”

She tilted her head and smiled, one that softened her entire facial expression, “Oh, Dick…” 

He grinned and shuffled to get comfortable as he sat opposite her on the couch, “C’mon… teach me a few things now.”

Kory giggled, mirroring his position, “Like what?”

Dick shrugged, “I don’t know… whatever comes to mind.”

Tapping her fingertips against her chin, Kory considered and mulled over what things she could teach him that were simple enough for him to grasp. With a light bulb going off in her mind, she smiled and focused on him, clearing her throat.

“Gultach.”

“Gul-tack.” Dick tested, already knowing his pronunciation was off,

“Gultach.” Kory paused, “Tamaranian is more guttural than English… along the lines of German but more. My language is… aggressive sounding. The end sound should come from your throat… like when you are sick.”

Dick furrowed his brows in concentration and tried it again, “Gultach.”

He peered at her for approval and felt his heart melt when she beamed back at him, looking as though someone had just given her the best gift in the whole world. 

“Was that… better?” 

Kory nodded enthusiastically, “Oh! Much better, Dick. It is a case of grasping the somewhat scratchy roll in your throat.”

He nodded in understanding, “What does it mean?”

“Hello.” 

Dick grinned, “Cool. What else?”

Kory thought for a moment until she straightened her back again, signalling she had one for him, “Shu kareth Gu’anrei… Dick Grayson.” 

He deadpanned, “Seriously? We’re going from ‘Hello’ to something that sounds… way more advanced?”

She smirked, “I assure you, it is quite simple.”

“Easy for you to say, Miss I know a thousand languages fluently.” He scoffed,

Kory rolled her eyes, “I don’t know a thousand… It is more around a hundred.”

He did a double take and chuckled, “Oh, that’s better.” 

She grinned and tapped his knee, “Try it.”

“Shu… kareth... ” He sounded out, his forehead crinkling in confusion, “Uh… what was the next bit?”

“Gu’anrei.” 

“Gunray.”

“Gu’anrei.” Kory prompted, “There is a small pause which changes the words. Gu is like goo. Then, anrei is like… and ree but without the ‘D’ sound.”

Dick nodded and cleared his throat, “Shu kareth… Gu’anrei…” 

Kory smile and looked at him expectantly.

“Was… that not it?”

“You must say your name at the end.”

“Oh… Shu kareth Gu’anrei Dick Grayson.”

Kory gave him one of her thousand watt smiled and lightly clapped her hands together in appreciation for his efforts, “Very good, my love.”

He felt a jolt of pride spiral through him, feeling like he had achieved something special to be able to utter even one syllable of her language. 

“I can probably guess what that means in English but…” 

“It means, ‘My name is Dick Grayson.’” Kory elaborated,

Dick smirked and nodded his head, “Anything else you can think of?”

Her emerald gaze befell him and Kory could feel her heart swelling more and more with how much of an interest he was taking in her language and despite living on Earth for such a long time now, it was still nice to be reminded where she came from; for the right reasons.

She let her mind wander over how many times Dick had asked about Tamaran. From how she grew up, to Tamaranian traditions and even extending to learning about her family; Dick had always made sure to ask about her place of birth, rather than simply expecting her to conform to a lifestyle on Earth, with complete disregard to where she initially came from.

It was one of the things she truly adored about him; the level of respect and care he held for her was astounding and she loved him for it.

That’s when another idea popped into her mind of what to teach him next.

“I think I have another.” She murmured, her eyes clouded with warmth for the man sat before her,

“Shoot.” He grinned, oblivious to the inner emotions she was experiencing,

“Aku d’marai.” 

Dick brightened, “That doesn’t sound as difficult as the last one.” 

Her eyes shimmered as she watched him, “It is not commonly used on my world but it is an important statement, nonetheless.”

With a curt nod, Dick went over it multiple times in his head before he lifted his chin, “Aku… d’marai…”

She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself smiling too much but she did nod to him, “Perfect.”

Dick beamed at her like a kid who had just received the seal of approval from their parents or something, proud of himself for managing to get some of her language right. He was still a long way off being fluent, he knew that but it was definitely a start.

He noticed that in all of his excitement of learning a few foreign phrases, he’d absently shifted closer to her, so much so they were merely inches away from one another. With a slight lean, he could be brushing the tip of his nose against hers.

Suddenly breathless, his eyes searched her heart shaped face, printing everything to memory. The gorgeous haze in her eyes, the soft glow of her skin, the perfect line of her nose before he let his eyes drop to her mouth. Her lips were just flawless; a cupid bow shape that was full and completely kissable.

“So… what did that one mean?” He asked, his blue eyes locked on her solid green ones,

Kory smiled softly and tilted her head, gently raising her fingertips to his face and running them along the angle of his jaw,

“It means… ‘I love you’.”

Dick suddenly matched her expression; every feature softening on his face as he reached a hand to her neck, just cupping her face,

“I’ll need to remember that one.”

“Mhm.” Kory murmured before Dick closed the distance, molding his lips to hers and reveling in the spark sensations that made her whole mouth tingle.

As she continued to kiss her boyfriend, Kory couldn’t help but wonder why she had never thought of teaching him until now. But, she decided, better late than never.

[nightglider124]

Dickkory Week: Day 5

Oops. A day late again. I got in from work last night and just could not be fucked to write a thing XD.

We can assume that anytime I have Dick calling Kory, ‘babe’ it is based in the DCAU. 

Honeymoon was the greenlight for me to write some kinda smut but it didn’t turn out as great as I wanted but hope you still like it any way. NSFW ahead.

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Honeymoon

Purple skies bled into the orange tone that smothered the horizon as the sun descended lower on the world, casting an ethereal glow on anything the last light touched on it’s way into hibernation for the night.

The colors bounced and reflected off of the clear turquoise ocean, the calm waves seeping up onto the soft grains of sand before receding back into the mass of water. The sound of the sea as it lapped back and forth against the shore was tranquil; an utter state of relaxation encompassing the whole island.

A gentle breeze flowed along the edge of the beach, carrying a warmth within it that was comfortable enough for the time of day it was.  

Kory smiled up at the sky, letting the sacred rays of sunlight that remained wash over her skin, replenishing her energy and letting it build her strength anew. During this whole trip, she had felt extremely powerful due to the constant exposure to such a delicious taste of sunlight. There had yet to be a single cloud in the sky whilst they were staying there.

She hummed a quiet tune to herself as she swayed lightly on the swing that was attached to one of the long palm trees surrounding the main section of the beach they were spending the 2 weeks. 

It was merely a strong piece of wood that had been strung up with rope but Kory found it a peaceful place to be situated, given the breathtaking view of the ocean and the sky it provided.

She turned her head to the side of the island, a wooden boating dock and the small white yacht they had arrived on, filled her vision. The yacht glimmered under the dying sunlight and Kory found herself appreciating all that her now father in law had arranged for them.

Kory glanced down at the sparkling engagement and wedding rings that were intertwined upon the finger of her left hand and smiled to herself.

They were married.

She still couldn’t quite believe it; like she was living in some kind of dream and she was terrified she would wake up at any given moment and ruin the state of bliss she was in.

As she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with moments from their wedding; walking down to aisle to him, dancing their first dance at the reception, surrounded by friends and family.

With the squawk of an overhead seagull, her eyes shot open and she sighed in sheer contentment. She dug her toes into the sand beneath her feet, smiling at the heat emanating from it. 

Suddenly, he felt someone else grab the ropes of her swing and she grinned as she tilted her head upwards to get a look at him.

Dick smirked down at her before he leaned in and stole a brief kiss from her. She giggled against his mouth before he pulled away and crouched down in front of her,

“Hey, beautiful.” He murmured, placing his hands on her bare legs, not so subtly eyeing the green bikini she wore,

Kory giggled and touched his chin with her index finger, directing his cerulean gaze to her face, “Up here, thank you.”

Dick chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, “What? I’m just admiring my wife’s gorgeous body.”

“Mhm.” She returned, a smirk on her lips.

He gave her a wink before he rubbed the hand on her leg a little more, “You wanna come inside and start deciding what to eat tonight?”

Kory considered but was drawn to staying outside since the sunset was just so very captivating. 

“Perhaps a little bit later?” She suggested, shyly, “It is so beautiful out here…”

He watched as she got up off of the swing and walked along the beach, just out of reach of the sea that looked to be searching for her,

Dick smiled and let his eyes trail over her, enthralled by the way the setting sun shone down on her, illuminating her golden skin. The whisper of a breeze caught her long tendrils of hair, the lush mass of red swirling around her shoulders,

He couldn’t stop the way his heart hammered away in his chest, still in disbelief that he was married to her. He was in constant amazement that this goddess had genuinely chosen to start a life with him and him alone. 

He watched as Kory tiptoed closer to the water, shuddering when it flowed back and over her feet, tickling at her ankles. She let her shoulders sag and turned her face upwards to the light, simply absorbing every bit of solar energy that she could.

Being there had been amazing for her, she had felt utterly rejuvenated since she had been cradled by the sunlight all day, every day that they had been on their honeymoon.

Bruce had been the one to gift them with their post married gift; a honeymoon off the coast of Fiji on one of Bruce’s several, privately owned islands. It was just the two of them on this patch of sand and trees, in the middle of the south pacific ocean. 

As Dick wandered closer to where his wife stood, soaking up the last rays of daylight, he glanced over at the very place they had been staying.

His adoptive father had never been one to skimp on luxury when purchasing homes around the world. The sole building on the island was theirs for the 2 weeks they were staying.

It was all one floor, covering a chunk of square foot of the island. It was a modern style home with glass lining almost all of it, the few panels that were not, were a smooth mahogany wood, giving it a sleek geometric charm. An abundance of trees surrounded the back of it, creating an intriguing forest feel, despite being on a sandy island in the middle of the sea. 

The porch was a slick grey marble that had no railings but was lit up by multiple spotlights, lining the path with ease.

Dick had to chuckle; only Bruce would go for such an open styled home on a private island that was deserted most of the time.

He reached Kory and placed his hands on her waist from behind, peppering kisses along the line of her shoulder until he found the underside of her jaw. She giggled as he continued, sliding his hands around until they rested on her stomach. Kory gently laced her fingers together with his and leaned back against his bare chest.

“So, what do you want to do instead of eating?” Dick mumbled against her ear,

Kory bit her bottom lip, trying to fight the mischievous expression that was trying to burst forth on her face. With a humming sound, she turned in his arms and pressed her hands to his shoulders,

“I have an idea…” She whispered, kissing his cheek until she reached his ear which she blew on and nipped his lobe. 

Dick closed his eyes and shivered, his breath stalling in his throat at how brazen she was. He felt her pushing him towards the ground so, obeying his girl in every way he could, he let himself fall on his back against the sand, bringing her with him.

She giggled as she landed on top of him, the smile she wore so sultry that it would put most women to shame. Kory pressed her lips to her husband’s, running her tongue along his bottom lip, tasting and asking for entry. 

Not one to disappoint, Dick allowed her, cupping one side of her face to hold her in place whilst he continued to kiss her. 

“Babe…” He murmured, pulling away briefly to stare at her,

She appeared bashful but pushed some of her hair behind her ear and shifted so that she was straddling his hips. 

“You do not want to?” She asked, her tone one of complete innocence,

He snorted, “I always want to… but… y’know we have a bed for this.”

Kory flipped her hair over her shoulder so that it cascaded down the length of her back, “We do… however, I do so enjoy the fading light and heat of the sunset, my love…”

Dick shook his head at her, “You’re a minx, y’know that?”

“So you have said before but I never hear you complaining about it.”

“If I get sand in weird places after this, I’m blaming you.”

Kory’s eyelids drooped as she felt him becoming more accustomed to this idea of hers, “I believe I can live with that.”

She lifted off of him, floating for a minute before she placed her feet firmly on the sand whilst he remained on his back, pushing himself up onto his elbows to watch her. 

The Princess smirked at him before she reached up and behind her neck, carefully tugging at the strings holding her bikini top up. She could feel it loosening and reveled in the lust beginning to cloud her husband’s eyes, clearly tormented by how slow she was proceeding.

“Kory-” He breathed, cut off as she suddenly slipped the rest of the garment off, throwing it further up the beach so that it wouldn’t get taken by the waves behind them.

Dick gulped, his eyes glued to her form, her ample breasts right there in front of him under the shying daylight. If they had been on a public beach where people roamed, he would be mortified but this situation only served to excite him. 

And yet, she wasn’t even completely finished with torturing him.

Kory hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her bikini bottoms, sliding them over her hips and down the lines of her long legs. She let go, allowing the material to fall to the ground as she gracefully stepped out of them.

Dick smirked, eyeing her perfect body and admiring the slim pinch of her waist alongside the curve of her hips. He momentarily couldn’t wait to have her back on him so he could grab at her supple rear.

“Hm. No tan lines?” 

A silver laugh, full of delight poured from Kory’s throat as she descended back to him, knelt with one leg on either side of his hips again. 

There was a wicked gleam in her eyes as her gaze locked with his, “I have not been wearing this bikini today as much as you might think...”

His eyes widened and his mouth fell open, “You’re killing me here.”

Kory grinned and placed several kisses against his jaw before whispering, “You’re turn. I want you also naked…”

Dick scoffed, “That’s not hard since I’m only wearing trunks.” 

She considered that, reaching back to start pulling them, giggling as she got them off of him and threw them up the beach too, alongside her bikini. 

“Impatient today, huh?” 

Kory shrugged, “Just a woman thoroughly in love with her husband.”

Dick’s lips split into a grin at the terms used, loving the fact that was what he was to her now, “That’s fair.”

She leaned down, pressing her palms into the sand on either side of his head before she molded her lips to his, adoring the way fire sparked between them where their lips met. 

A heat stirred in his lower abdomen as Kory breathed more heavily, grinding her hips against his most sensitive area as of right now. Dick’s hands trailed down her back, stopping to hold her waist, kneading his fingers against her flesh. 

“I’m… assuming we don’t need foreplay tonight…” Dick huffed, pulling away and certainly not in need of any more coaxing,

Kory shook her head, strands of ruby hair falling over her shoulders, brushing against his chest.

She held his gaze, an unspoken heat between them as she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his member. He jerked at her touch, his grip on her waist becoming firmer.

Smiling, Kory positioned him so that the tip rested at her entrance. With a deep breath, she sank down, impaling herself on his cock. She gasped aloud, always enticed for more by the initial penetration.

Dick gritted his teeth together as he became overwhelmed with sensations. Despite regular intimacy with Kory, he could never quite prepare himself for how wet and tight and ready she constantly was for him.

“Damn, Kory…” He whispered, lifting one hand to push his fingers through her silk hair,

She breathed a laugh as she wriggled her hips, teasing him further. Dick squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back, thankful for the cushioning that was the sand.

Kory lifted up, slowly before she forced herself back down to the hilt. Dick groaned as she moved, the heat inside of him only burning more as she moved. 

Taking a deep breath, Kory increased her speed as she rode him, lifting her shoulders as the bout of pleasure swelled inside of her. Dick held her hips tight as he thrusted upwards to meet hers, pushing his cock as deep as he could go. 

“Dick…” She murmured, slipping her hands to his shoulders, bowing her head into the crook of his neck as they moved as one. 

She bounced against him, taking him all the way inside before pulling back and repeating the motion again. Dick’s hands moved to her ass, giving her a loving squeeze before he used her for leverage, shoving himself between her folds over and over until they both had a thin sheen of sweat against their skin.

Kory squealed in ecstasy as they found a steady rhythm, moving against each other in the best possible way. Dick puffed and groaned as she moved faster, the telltale tightening from her slick channel signalling that she was close,

He gave a breath of a laugh, “God, that didn’t take you long tonight…”

“I… have wanted you all day.” She whispered, her whole body seizing up in preparation of the explosive pleasure to come,

“Why… didn’t you.., say something earlier?” 

“I thought… it would be… more rewarding… to wait.” 

Dick grinned and gently bit her shoulder as he thrusted inside her a few more times before Kory froze, gasping and moaning against his neck. She tightened around his member and she remained that way for a brief few seconds before a wet heat surrounded his member.

“Oh… D-Dick…” Kory moaned, shakily coming down from her orgasmic high,

He rubbed her back for a minute or so before he cradled her body and gently turned her over onto her back so he could finish as well. 

“You okay for me to…?”

Kory smiled, a sight of beauty as she laid there panting, “Of course, my love.”

Dick kissed her quickly and pushed his cock all the way back inside her, grunting at the way she felt. He pushed forward, thrusting in and out at a frantic speed, clearly wanting to reach his peak as well since Kory already had.

His wife raised her knees, crossing her legs behind his back at the ankles, ensuring they remained connected throughout. 

His dark hair flopped over his forehead as he went harder, slamming his hips against hers so hard, her breasts bounced against her chest every time. Kory placed her hands on his back, holding him so close that their chests brushed together. She chewed on her lower lip as Dick continued to have his way with her, relentlessly pounding into her.

Kory sighed in euphoria as she raked her fingernails against the skin of his back, leaving faint red marks of passion. 

Dick grinned to himself, loving whenever she did that; all it served to do was spur him on.

“Kory… I… oh, babe…” He muttered, reaching the crest,

“Mm, Richard…” 

He clenched his jaw and with several more thrusts, he found himself groaning aloud; his cock throbbing as he released everything he was inside of her tight, wet hole. He shuddered as he continued to orgasm until finally, his energy gave out and he slumped atop of his Princess.

Kory giggled as his hot breath fanned her bare shoulder, their bodies slick with sweat as they rubbed together on account of their heaving breaths. 

“Don’t ever let me say you don’t have good ideas, babe.” 

She peppered gentle kisses against his shoulder and smiled, a serene haze fogging her mind, “I will not, don’t worry.”

Dick chuckled and carefully raised himself up to gaze at her face, “I love you, Kory.”

Matching his expression, Kory tilted her head, “And I love you as well.”

He lowered himself briefly so that he could place a chaste kiss against her cupid bow lips. Dick smirked as he came back up to look at her, “Now, you better be helping me wash the sand off in the shower.”

Kory beamed, “I would love to.”

[3dmouseart]

Dickkory week: (Day 3) Love Language

Kory:  Why are we doing this?

Dick:  Because it’s Valentine’s Day.

Kory:  Does this seem a little excessive?

Dick:  Yeah, the petals and balloons may be a bit much but it’s the aerial that’s important.  It’s how my parents met.  They would have liked you a lot.

Kory is thrilled.

Dick:  They were trained by The Great Lebedev, who had been headlining Haly’s for years.

Kory:  Was it love at first sight?

Dick: Yes… yes it was. They loved each other all their lives…

Dick grows quiet; he hangs from the ribbons in perfect stillness.

Kory disengages and hovers over to him.  She gently pries his fingers from the ribbons and carries him downwards.  She looks into his eyes, waiting for him to come back.

Dick:   Hey…

Kory:  Hey…

She kisses him then enfolds him in her arms.

Dick:  Happy Valentine’s Day.

The comfort sex that follows is the most gentle and poignant they have ever had.      

[nightglider124]

Dickkory Week: Day 4

So, here’s Day 4. I thought I’d have their child with a hint of the next generation to come shining through.

This is... not the best written and it is no way proofread so if it’s a bit of a disaster; sorry!

Hope you like it anyway.

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Kids/Next Generation

The melody which the birds overhead were singing echoed through the branches of the trees and drifted through the sky as the sun poured its light over the world, drenching everything in its path within the golden warmth it possessed.

A light, Summer breeze rustled the bushes and swayed the blades of grass as it danced through the air. The bright blue of the sky was dazzling; a sight that was truly refreshing after the long, snow filled Winter and the blink and miss it Spring that they had had.

Clouds were sparse but the odd couple, hanging in the blue void were perfect; a pure white and so fluffy, it was the image of cotton candy but of course something so sweet was out of reach for admirers on the ground.

With her tendrils of auburn hair gently flowing whenever the light wind decided to play, she kept her eyes solely focused on the small one that was bounding with life and energy just in front of her.

Kory sat back on the rattan outdoor sofa that was positioned in the corner of the porch that wrapped around the back of their home, overlooking their large backyard. She leaned forward, scooping up her glass of lemonade from the coffee table by her legs, the ice cubes floating in her drink like they too, were basking in the delicious liquid. 

The white wooden railing ran around the entirety of the back porch, with a small gap for the set of steps leading down onto the grass of the garden where the light of her life was currently dancing in circles, babbling to herself.

Briefly, Kory lifted her chin to smile at the lemon wind chime that was jingling in the light breeze, twirling and catching the sunlight every now and then. 

She closed her eyes, indulging in the sound of the chimes like it was some kind of ancient song of the past, eerie and mysterious.

A high pitched giggle pulled her from her reverie and Kory couldn’t help the smile that stretched from ear to ear upon her face.

Her 3 year old daughter spun in circles, dressed in one of her favorite purple fairy outfits, complete with elasticated wings that had glitter swirl patterns decorating the span of them. 

She was laughing to herself, bursting and brimming with excitement over the tiniest things. Her innocence was something to be treasured and savored and Kory found herself wishing Mar’i could stay this way forever.

Blissfully in her own little world, making up her own rules and playing make believe in whichever way she wanted.

Kory took a long sip of her drink, the icy flow making her top lip tingle from the drop in temperature. 

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Mar’i as she shifted her approach in playtime. She watched as her child murmured to herself amidst making random noises and squeals of joy before she tugged her small table and chair set to the middle of the grass. 

The chunky plastic table was in the middle, surrounded by matching pink chairs. She spied Mar’i as she brushed her hands down before searching for guests that would be attending her apparent tea party.

Kory absently watched as she picked up her stuffed bear, her big elephant plushie and a stray barbie doll that was face down on the soil beneath the table. Mar’i smiled and hummed a happy tune as she got her friends all set up, sat around the table and waiting to be served their helping of fresh, imaginary tea.

“No, bear. We will have tea or nothing!” She heard Mar’i inform one of her toys, in a tone so full of authority, it sounded strangely familiar to the alien Princess and mother.

Jerking forward at the sound of the back door opening and closing, Kory turned her head in the said direction, smiling when she saw her husband balancing a tray of fruits as he made his way over to her.

“Hey… thought munchkin could do with a snack to tide her over til’ dinner in a while.” Dick commented, placing the tray down on the coffee table.

“Mar’i! Come and have a snack and you can return to your toys afterwards.” Kory called,

Mar’i’s head snapped up and her solid green eyes glowed with exuberance. With a blunt order directed at her toys, informing them not to leave the table, Mar’i bounded over to them, clambering up the steps of the porch to reach her parents.

The 3 year old Princess let her eyes wander over her choices, presented on the table. There were an assortment of bowls; strawberries, bananas, apple and mixed berries. 

With a sparkle in her eyes, Mar’i bundled up the front of her dress and started stuffing some of each bowl into her makeshift carrier. 

Dick chuckled, “Mar’i… why don’t you eat them here?”

She glanced up at her father like he had just uttered the most stupid sentence ever, “Daddy… I’m at a tea party… I can’t just leave them alone!” 

“Are you going to share your fruit with them?” Kory murmured, taking a moment to push her slender fingers through her baby’s dark mop of hair, heart thudding when Mar’i smiled and leaned into her touch,

Mar’i considered and shifted her eyes to make sure her toys weren’t watching before she stuffed a handful of berries into her mouth, “Maybe, mama…” 

Kory burst into laughter and gave her daughter a gentle pat on the bottom, prompting her to get back to her group of friends, “Off you go then. Do not eat too fast!”

Waving a hand and waddling back down the steps of the porch, Mar’i hobbled over to her table and unloaded her stash of fruit onto it, forcing some in each direction of her toys.

Dick shook his head and smirked as he watched Mar’i scamper off before he sighed and took a seat on the sofa beside his wife. He lifted Kory’s legs and draped them over his lap, softly kneading at the tired soles of her feet.

Kory hummed and let her head rest against the back of the sofa, “You are so good at that.”

“Guess I had to be useful for something through the years, huh?” Dick quipped,

“You are useful for many things, my love.” She purred back, setting a deep blush off across his cheeks.

“I find it amazing that even after all this time together, you can still make me feel like a stammering idiot.” Dick huffed,

Kory giggled and winked at him, “That is the way I like you.”

Dick pulled a playful face at her before he turned his attention to Mar’i who had swapped out her fairy wings for one of Dick’s old Robin capes that he had given to her to play with when she told them she wanted to be a superhero like they were.

“The cape’s making another appearance, I see.” Dick murmured,

Kory smiled, her eyes half lidded; completely content with her life in that single moment. 

She peered at Mar’i and couldn’t help but feel fascinated by this tiny person that she had brought into the world.  

Her personality was already so alive and full of energy and she had only been in the world for 3 years. Mar’i was a force to be reckoned with at her young age and it warmed Kory’s heart to see how many traits she had already picked up from both herself and Dick. 

She was a very happy child, showing enthusiasm for the smallest of things such as going on a trip to the grocery store. Everything they did was an adventure in Mar’i’s eyes and she was always more than ready to take it on, no matter what.  

Dick constantly pointed out how Kory was the same; full of life and bursting with energy and excitement for new things. And, whilst Kory could see it, she found Mar’i’s innocence and purity with getting excitable over the little things so much more endearing. 

And on the flip side, Kory saw how stubborn Mar’i could be at times and how headstrong she got and whilst Kory wasn’t an angel in that area, she knew it was much more a streak of Dick showing through in their child.  

But now, watching as Mar’i babbled and spoke with her toys, Kory could see something else that reminded her so very much of Dick.  

Mar’i, by the looks of things, was planning a mission and was getting all of her allied toys involved, talking strategy to what Kory imagine was sneak up and steal more fruit from the bowls on the coffee table.  

The way she moved and the way she spoke; it was all so very… familiar. She had a streak of influence in her and Kory found her heart swelling as she considered Mar’i when she reached her teenage years. 

“What’re you thinking about, babe?” 

Dick’s voice tore her from her thoughts and she turned to look at him, a smile on her lips, “Just Mar’i…” 

“Oh?” 

“She is going to be so like you when she is older…”  

Dick’s brows lifted but he smiled, “How so?” 

“She’s going to be a leader, just like her father.” 

He chuckled, “You can tell that already, hm?” 

Kory ran her fingertip around the rim of her glass, “I can.”

“Well, I don’t know if-” 

She cut him off, lacing her fingers with his, “Just look at her, Dick.” 

And with that, her husband shifted on the sofa, trying to get a better eye on his daughter. When she fell within his sight, his curiosity grew as she spoke to her toys, apparently having them act as her superhero team.  

She was in the midst of briefing them all, telling them the mission, telling them the plan and talking up the members, pointing out their flaws and strengths.  

Of course, most of it was gibberish that only a 3 year old could ever hope to make sense of but Dick smirked, noticing what Kory was apparently seeing too. 

Mar’i was already quite the natural born leader and it made Dick wonder what she would be like in the distant future, with a team at her side, looking to her for guidance. 

“Do you see?” Kory prompted, 

Dick nodded, “Yeah… I see it.” 

“And? What do you think?” 

He took a deep breath, considering his words before he answered. Dick thought about his precious bundle of joy and wondered what kind of leader she would turn out to be one day but,  

“I think she’ll make an amazing leader ,someday.” He replied with a proud smile on his lips.

[nightwingwhatdidisay]

[day 5 prompt: honeymoon]

Ask Tim Drake where he is right now and he’ll tell you he’s in Sickoland, the city of Yikesville. State? Ida-ho boy am I in big fucking trouble. Population: Tim.

It’s not like he’s the one who thinks he needs a wardrobe upgrade. But Tim’s smart enough to know when to pick fights with his wildfire of a girlfriend, and that’s how he ends up in the changing room at the back of her favorite clothing store in Jump City Mall. And he's mulling over two different washes of the same chambray shirt when he hears it.

“It doesn’t hurt. Stop worrying.”

“You are lying. It is going to bruise when we get back to the Tower.”

It’s Dick and Kory just outside of the stalls, seemingly here to hash out a private conversation. Tim would know their voices anywhere, despite these new tones he’s unfamiliar with. Dick and Kory are unfortunately that couple. You know, the ones who seem to be in an eternal honeymoon phase. The ones who speak to each other with words drenched in affection and have absolutely no awareness of where the lines of appropriate PDA are drawn. And as insufferable as it can be to everyone else in the room, it unsettles Tim to hear how cold they sound to each other now. It’s terse, and Tim’s no good with terse.

A sigh from Kory. “Maybe it’s just an Earth custom I am not familiar with. Are you saying that all it takes to engage in a fist-fight with someone in public and have it be acceptable decorum is to insult someone’s mother?”

“No. That’s the beauty of it, Kory. You don’t actually have to insult. The words your mother are enough.”

“I do not understand.”

“It’s alright, beautiful,” Dick says, and it’s full of bitterness. “Doesn’t really affect girls anyway. It only works for those of us who have a—”

“Dick.” Kory’s voice. “I am not laughing.”

There’s a stretch of silence that goes on for a while before Tim realizes he’s stopped breathing for fear of being heard.

“He was also looking at you funny,” Dick finally says, and his voice is quiet. “He was asking for it from the beginning.”

“I thought we were not going to be that couple.”

“We’re not. Look—I’m sorry.”

“Maybe we should just find Tim and Steph and go.”

“Can you come here?

Tim can hear the smile in her voice now. “That is not proper decorum.”

“Does that mean you’re not going to come here?”

Tim hears it all. The creak of the floor beneath them. The definitive click of a stall door being shut. And Tim realizes how stupid it is for him to have stayed silent until now. But here he is: Sickoland. Yikesville. And he’s going to have to sneak his way out of the changing room and make a song and dance about walking in. Or he can cut his losses and let them know they have an audience (a victim, really). Especially if he hears moaning. It’s pervy if he hears moaning. So Tim makes a decision to do something the moment, the very moment, he hears anything in any way that can be considered a sexual act betwee—

"D-dick."

The stall door swings wildly as Tim kicks it open. “STEPH! A bigger size! I need a bigger size!”