#grason

[adhara2034]

I think Tim often listens to stories about Dick and Jason's time as Robin and feels so much envy.

When he was Robin, there was no hiding under Batmans cloak or saying crappy puns or laughing with him. There was just work and being alone.

Tim spent most of his Robin career either holding Batman together or doing things alone.

And then Jason came back, and Batman spent more time trying to unmask him, more effort into defeating him, then he had ever shown Tim.

It was only through so much time that Batman finally started seeing Tim not as his sons replacement, but as his Robin.

But still, Tim had the shittiest Robin run because he never truly got to be Robin.

[bobbinalong]

my guys

[slide-of-peace]

Batboys

Reaction to their crush going, "Hey, can you hold this for me? It's kinda heavy." And when he say yes they hold his hand

It's always so sweet when this happens. Also not sure if Bruce also counts but I added him.

Nightwing

Sure he has no trouble-

Man is blushing and has stupid smile on his face.

Oh how big of faith they have in him to trust to hold such treasure.

Yeah man fires back by being way more romantic.

Red Hood

He was walking on his motorbike so he didn't even look up when they give him their hand.

It takes a moment for him to register. Why do they hold his hand? What did they had?

Once it hits but just chuckles.

Oh hahaha. This is the oldest trick in the book.

And he fall for it. Welp, shame on him.

Does thinks it a but cute.

Batman

Just looks down at it being quiet.

Y/N is kinda getting nervous.

"Hmm. Soft and delicate. Must be something to treasure. I'll keep it safe though I think it would better with the ring."

Man pulled out the heavy cannons and Y/N ended up fainting in his arms.

[imperatrice21]

Bruce: "You're an orphan?" Billy: "Yes." Batman: "You're a vigilante?" Billy: "Yes." Bruce: "Your name is Billy Batson?" Billy: "Yes." Dick: "No... I know that look, B." Bruce: "You know I can't help it, Dick." Dick: "B—no!" Bruce: "C'mon, his name is literally Batson."

[smutinlove]

comic Dick Grayson taking the reader to the Wayne gala as their date when they realize that multiple men are eyeing her, and dick gets all jealous and overprotective and one way or another, he’s kissing down her neck and making out with her in a hallway, and dick keeps his eyes slightly open just to see how some men are watching them make out so he just smirks into the kiss and leads the reader into Bruce’s office where he forces her to stay quiet (AM I INSANE FOR REQUESTING THIS??😭)

No, sweetheart, you are perfectly sane. I love you <3

—Warnings: 18+ content. Fingering, pet names (princess, love, etc.,)

Everyone knows the Wayne Galas are always extravagant, meaning—no matter your gender, you need to dress your best. I mean, it's Bruce Wayne, right? And sometimes it's more fun to attend a gala with a... friend—or better yet, a date.

That date being Dick Grayson, whose arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, he dragged you around with him all night. Why? He knew the looks those "men" were giving you.

I mean, you were gorgeous, that was a fact. (Look it up)

And, well, those men wanted you. They wanted to be the ones holding you and making you laugh. But all they could do was watch, and watching isn't entertaining.

Now, you found yourself standing near a corner while Dick had left to get some lemonade. "Are you alright, miss?" You heard a voice pang from behind you.

You turned around and saw a man dressed in a tuxedo. He adjusted his tie and inched closer to you. "You seem... tired. Would you like to leave? I assure you—my mansion is up to its name."

You held in an obnoxious laugh. "I don't think my boyfriend would like that."

The man chuckled, "Well, your boyfriend isn't here, love. And he doesn't need to know either." He cupped your cheek, making you roll your eyes.

"Don't worry, doll, later, you'll be rolling your eyes for a different reason." You smirked, knowing that Dick was watching your interaction with this man.

Bless the souls of those who dare to even look at Dick Grayson's girl.

"Really now?" He nodded. "What do you say... we get 'outta here?"

"Hands off," you heard from behind you. You grinned. "Sorry, buddy. She's taken." His eyes bore into the man. Dick's hand snacked up to your waist, pulling you close to him.

The man's eyes widened, "Right, of course," he quickly ran off, his face red from embarrassment.

"Trying to rile me up, aren't ya? Silly girl," he whispered into your ear.

You grinned. "Maybe I was trying to make you just a bit mad,"

Next thing you knew, you and Dick were in the hallway, his hands tracing the fabric of your dress. He left small trails of kisses down your neck, making you gasp.

He lifted your chin, his eyes looking deeply into your soul. Dick closed the gap between you, causing fireworks to explode. You wrapped your arms around his neck and closed your eyes.

Little did you know that Dick's eyes weren't. The door to the area of the gala was slightly open. And those men that were eyeing you earlier could only watch and get off with Dick making out with you.

Slowly, you were being dragged somewhere. An office...

Bruce Wayne's office. This wasn't right. Definitely not.

He closed the door behind him.

"Dick, what're we doing here?" you asked. "My dear, we needed a bit of privacy," Dick said, his hands trailing up to your thighs, gently squeezing them.

As you were about to utter another word, he clamped his hand on your mouth and whispered, "Don't, love. We don't want anyone to hear us, right?" You nodded, falling right into his trap. (wtf)

His hands went back to your thighs, moving further up, causing you to let out a small moan. "Keep quiet, baby, don't wanna get caught now do we? I mean, we are in Bruce's office." Dick chuckled.

You whined. It was unfair of Dick. You wanted each other badly and now he was asking you to be quiet.

He pushed your panties to the side and began to gently twist and pinch your clit.

Fuck," you groaned, his hand still clamped onto your mouth. "That's not very lady-like, princess," he taunted, pushing his fingers inside you.

Dick curled his fingers, hitting that spot which made you squirm.

"I know, sweetheart. So fucking wet," Dick's mouth latched onto your nipple. His free hand went up and unclipped the front part of your dress, letting your breast free.

He continued to push his fingers deeper inside you. Your moans and pants were muffled by his hand. "You're close, aren't ya? I can feel you, baby. Squeezing my fingers."

"Keep quiet, love. Don't want anyone finding out that my fingers are deep inside you now do we? Now that'd be a scandal." he teased.

Your body was shaking from pleasure. "Come on, princess. Let go for me."

And you did. Your legs were shaking, and you were seeing stars. Dick's eyes lit up with joy as he watched his girl ride out her orgasm.

"That's it, sweet girl," he cooed. He slipped his fingers out and into his mouth, sucking your cum off. "Delicious," he purred, making your core tighten.

"On the desk," Dick demanded, pointing his finger towards Bruce's desk.

You obliged and sat on the desk. You were a sight to see. He lifted your chin, "God, you're so fucking perfect. You're my girl, all mine." Dick whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

And now suddenly you knew why he wasn't given a nickname such as "rich," "rick," or any other basic white-boy nickname.

He was Dick Grayson.

And it's safe to say that he ISN'T done with you.

»»————<3———-««

giggling while writing this omg omg

dick is so hot. ugh, he's just so perfect. like omg those abs... and that ASS. im about to start calling him "daddy dick". sorry.

[midiosaamor]

❪ ✦ ❫ 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: grayson hawthorne x fem!reader.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: grayson hawthorne has a long routine for the morning; but his half-asleep-willing-girlfriend will make it all better.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, pet names, sleepy, female reader, forehead kisses, waking up early, swimming (are those even warnings?), use of Y/N, softie grayson (?)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 1073

𝐀/𝐍: bro reader is me. also idk i saw this on a fanfic or like a headcanon with grayson but i forgot who made it?? TRLL ME WHO IT IS SO I COULD KNOW AND TAG THEM GRAHGG??

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ✓

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: @reminiscentreader @nqds @never-enough-novels @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys @evaswarner @sc11vb @sophiesonlinediary @starrynightsxo @f4iry-bell @his-littlefox @viivdle

grayson hawthorne has a strict morning routine. wake up at 5 to swim, swim until the others wake up, take a shower, get dressed, get coffee, and do whatever grayson does.

now, having a girlfriend who hates mornings, though, makes his routine have some… holes in it. though, whenever she said she wanted to do it with him, he couldn’t lie that he was happy with it.

“are you sure you want to wake up with me tomorrow, love?” he asks, looking at you nervously. you grin at him. “yeah, i’m sure. plus, i’m tired of not waking up with you in bed, so…” you trail off.

grayson lifts an eyebrow before sighing. “okay, but if you’re too tired to, just tell me and you could go back to bed, okay?”

“i know, don’t worry!”

now, you know that he wakes up early. but you never knew how early.

“love,” grayson says as he lightly shakes your shoulders. you groan tiredly, turning on your side. “Y/N, you said you wanted to wake up with me.”

“yeah, but i never knew how early…” you mumble, your eyes still closed. he chuckles lightly. “you said you wanted to, right?”

“mhm.”

“then come on.”

sighing, you blink your eyes open before rubbing the sleep from your eyes. you look up at the blond above you and hum.

you wrap your arms around his neck and close your eyes again. “‘cmon, pick me up,” you mumble, digging your face in his neck. grayson tries to hide his smile as he puts a hand behind the small of your back and picks you up with him.

you wrap your legs around him as he walks to the walk-in closet and sets you down again.

you yawn, rubbing your eyes as grayson gets out his swimming trunks and your bathing suit. “do you want to swim with me?” he asks, looking up at you from his crouching position.

you shrug and say i don’t know with your mouth closed. he rolls his eyes at you, amused as he takes the swimming clothes.

you watch him as he takes his swimming trunks and walks into the restroom with them. you frown. you’ve already seen everything, why does he need to change in the bathroom?

but, you suppose that him sleeping without a shirt is a reward itself already. even though the reason why, was a whole nother conversation that you two already had.

soon, he comes back out with his swimming trunks on and you grab your swimming suit and walk into the restroom.

you tiredly—slowly—change into your swimming suit, the feeling of the fabric against your dry skin making you feel weird. of course, it’ll feel better once you're wet, but still.

you toss your dirty clothes on the wall, where a piece of it opens and takes the clothes before closing again.

you snort and roll your eyes. rich people. walking back out, you see grayson making his bed with two towels on his shoulder and if you were any other person, you’d find this weird, cleaning while he’s in his swimming trunks.

if you were any other person.

he spots you walking out and straightens his back, offering his hand to you. smiling—still tired, surprisingly—you take his hand.

he smiles back and takes you out of his room and to the swimming pool. he swims until everyone else wakes up, he told you. you wonder how long that exactly takes.

all of the rooms are still dark as he makes it to the swimming pool, sliding open the see-through door.

still holding your hand, he steps outside and to one of the pool chairs, putting down the towels on top of it.

you hum and sit on the chair, bringing your legs to your chest.

“do you want to stay here?” grayson asks, lifting an eyebrow at you. you nod at him. “i’ll go in later,” you say, making him form a little smile at you.

he was never one to smile, but he always does when he’s with you. it brings toy joy; especially when it’s a full-blown smile, one of those rare ones.

you watch as he gets into the pool and begins to swim, going from the end of the pool to the other end of the pool, swimming in laps.

you watch how his back muscles move as he moves his arms, his biceps flexing. you blink and look away from him before he can see you staring.

even though you two are official now, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed whenever he caught you staring at him.

especially in situations like this one.

it was a little while later when you got up from your chair and stepped to the edge of the pool. grayson glanced at you sitting down, before making his way to you.

he’s over there before you even got your feet in the water, putting his hands on either side of your thighs. you put your hands on top of his own and lean down, kissing his wet forehead.

he wraps his arms around your hips and puts his head on top of your chest, making you wrap your arms around his wet neck.

“do you want to come in now?” he asks, his words slightly muffled from your chest. “yeah,” you hum, moving your legs back and forth in the water, both beside his hips.

he nods and trails his hands down to your bottom, pulling you towards him before he backs away from the ledge, bringing you with him.

you squeal as you wrap your legs and arms around him, the cold water making you freeze. “it’s freezing!” you exclaim, squeezing your eyes shut. “jesus—how are you not cold, gray?”

he chuckles and kisses your forehead. “i’ve gotten used to it, flower.”

a few moments later after swimming, kissing, and hugging, avery walks out with jameson by his side.

“stop flirting and come eat. breakfast is ready,” jameson says, smirking at his brother. grayson glares at him and slowly brings you down from where you were.

you had tried to see how long he could not breathe from underwater, but of course, he had to try to impress you and was under there longer than he should have.

of course, he didn’t tell you that, though. after all, he needs to beat you in the pool games tomorrow—which, of course, he’ll never admit to liking.

[soulmushh]

Pony's your bat boys

[honorarypines]

Mark after the events on Thraxa (I feel so evil for this)

[anntova]

Sladick

[pumpkinpiecreature]

My Pinterest really outing my daddy issues and shit type of man

[tumblerlina]

it redraw season and they need their own post!

happy new year!!!

[ruffles-the-chipmaster-blog]

Lets be honest every Robin has died, several times over at this point. Who doesn't care any more? Me, I don't fucking care. Put 'em 6 feet deep, send them back to hell, have them jump off a building. IDC and you cant make me. Your too p*ssy to kill them fr, so keep giving me fodder DC, I dare you.

[rentumblsstuff]

Has anybody pointed out yet that Jason brought a flask to Homecoming where he was on a date with Grace??? Bro knew he was NOT gonna have a good time 💀💀💀 He’s lucky that Shapiro confiscated it or Grace wouldn’t have even waited him a whole song before she killed him

[miya-sheep]

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

[unkownsimoperson]

Marinette: Alright, listen here you son of a b#itch-

Jason: How dare you insult mom like that!?

Marinette: ... I was talking about Bruce..

Jason: Fair. Continue.

Bruce: *pinches the bridge of his nose* Have kids, they said. It'll be fun, they said.

Sabine: *smiles smugly*

Dick: *trying to hold in his lafter, but fails miserably*

ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sɴᴇᴀᴋ ᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ғɪᴄ ɪ'ᴍ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ (๑'ڡ'๑)

[mysonshineblr]

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures