#greyson grayson

[rydain]

7 years, nearly 125,000 words, 2 stories in mind + 3 more that ran away like the gingerbread man and demanded to be told, and my Sexy Brutale magnum opus is finito at last. A quaint contemporary feel-good found family adaptation featuring -

Trinity/Clay Greyson/Redd Tequila/Willow Lucas being Lucas

I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Fans of a certain good boy pianist and ex-con expert locksmith should also have a look over here at what @scribblemakes made for me 💚💜

[somewillwin]

Day 17 of cleansing the #caitvi tl

Didn’t have time to finish the vi piece and the day is ending… so have cait side.

Cassandra has no energy for exes right now but Greyson had to make an appearance for cait

Kofi

[star--bird]

Which social media platform I think each Batfam member uses the most:

Alfred: Facebook (may be controversial but he probably keeps up with people on their, maybe former classmates or relatives)

Bruce: Instagram (again, controversial, he should be a Facebook user, but he is also a billionaire playboy philanthropist, and billionaire playboy philanthropists don't use Facebook)

Dick: Instagram (like the millennial he is, his page resembles the song "White Woman's Instagram" )

Jason: Tumblr (was familiar with it before he died, but has one of those blogs that has never liked, followed, or posted anything with a default avatar and theme)

Tim: Reddit (is the top contributor on several true crime subreddits)

Steph: Instagram (mainly posts memes and purposely poorly taken photos of events she attends and places she has visited)

Cass: TikTok (uses it to learn ballet. Idk if TikTok has a ballet teaching community but I assume they do. If they don't, Cass has found videos from a single person who posts lessons and follows them exclusively)

Duke: Tumblr (has one blog he uses for everything that changes content based on his current interest)

Damian: Twitter (like the 14 year old boy he is)

[ktkat99]

Dick, Jason, Tim, and Steph are taking a lesson from Batman on how to patch bullet wounds

Jason- Can't we just use tampons to plug the hole? I feel like they'd take up less space in our utility belts

Steph- What???

Tim- Yeah, I heard somewhere that that's what they were originally invented for

Steph, blinking slowly- Are you being serious right now? Or are you joking?

Jason- What? Why wouldn't that work?

Steph, pulling out a water bottle and pointing to the top- Bullet wound

Steph, pulling out a tampon- Tampon

Steph, inserting the tampon into the water bottle, the boys watch in horror as it expands- Jason, here. Pull it out and pretend it's your leg. Then tell me this is a good idea

Batman, still holding the laser pointer at the PowerPoint he'd spent all night making- I wanted kids. I wanted to be a father. I signed up for this. Why didn't Alfred stop me?

[tapwaterx]

surprised nobodys drawn the Barbie Movie characters and their Lego Movie counterparts… i had to be the one to do it

[nerokchi]

the beginning of a very long project

[nightwingsjockstrap]

art by jorge fornes

[00valentina-writes00]

Intimate with grayson while she has her enforcer uniform on, mommy kink

✞⛧ Under Her Protection ✞⛧

warnings: smut, power dynamics, mommy kink, intimate moments, strap on sex, fingering, use of the word “mommy”, soft dom Grayson

The soft hum of the evening wrapped around you like a warm blanket, the faint glow of your bedside lamp casting a golden hue across the room. You lay propped up against the pillows, a book resting in your lap, though the words had long since blurred into a meaningless haze. Your mind was elsewhere—on her. Grayson. Your wife. The Sheriff of Piltover. The woman who carried the weight of an entire city on her broad shoulders yet still found time to come home to you, to love you.

The sound of the front door opening broke the silence, sending a jolt of anticipation through your veins. You heard the familiar clink of her belt buckle, the heavy thud of her boots hitting the floor, and the rustle of her coat as she hung it up. Your heart raced, the book forgotten as you strained to listen, to catch every sound that signaled her arrival.

“I’m home,” Grayson’s voice called out, low and steady, sending a shiver down your spine.

Calm. Controlled. As always. You loved that about her. She never rushed, never faltered. She was a pillar of strength, even in the simplest moments.

“In here,” you called back, your voice soft but laced with an excitement you couldn’t quite hide.

Her footsteps echoed down the hall, growing louder with each passing second. And then, there she was, standing in the doorway, her tall frame silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway. She hadn’t even taken off her uniform yet—the dark fabric of her shirt hugging her toned arms, the badge on her chest glinting faintly. Her hair was still pinned back neatly, though a few strands had come loose, framing her sharp jawline. Her eyes, those intense dark eyes, locked onto yours, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist.

“Long day?” you asked, though you already knew the answer. Her days were always long.

She let out a soft sigh, her shoulders relaxing ever so slightly as she stepped into the room. “Longer than most,” she admitted, her voice carrying the faintest hint of weariness. But even then, there was a warmth there, a tenderness reserved only for you.

She crossed the room in a few strides, her boots leaving faint impressions on the carpet, and sank onto the edge of the bed beside you. The mattress dipped under her weight, and you could feel the heat radiating off her, a mix of exhaustion and something else—something deeper.

Without a word, she reached out, her fingers brushing against the side of your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Her touch was gentle, almost reverent, and it sent a spark of electricity coursing through you.

“You’re still up,” she murmured, her gaze softening as it traveled over your face.

“I was waiting for you,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and for a moment, she just looked at you, her thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. “You didn’t have to,” she said, though the way her eyes lingered on you told you she appreciated it—neededit.

“I wanted to,” you insisted, your hand reaching up to cover hers, your fingers intertwining with hers.

Her smile widened, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against your forehead in a kiss that was both tender and possessive. “You’re too good to me,” she murmured, her breath warm against your skin.

You shook your head, your heart swelling with affection. “No,” you said, your voice firm. “You’re the one who’s too good. To everyone. To me.”

She chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “Maybe,” she conceded, pulling back just enough to look at you again. Her eyes searched yours, and for a moment, there was a vulnerability there, a crack in her otherwise unshakable facade.

You cupped her face in your hands, your thumbs brushing against her cheeks. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, you know,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. “Not with me.”

Her eyes closed for a moment, and when she opened them again, there was a rawness there that took your breath away. “I know,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “But it’s... hard. After everything.”

“I know,” you said, pulling her closer, your forehead resting against hers. “But you’re not alone. Not anymore.”

She let out a shaky breath, her hands gripping your waist as if you were the only thing keeping her grounded. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

You didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. Instead, you tilted your head up, your lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss. It was soft, almost tentative at first, but then she deepened it, her hands sliding up your back to pull you closer.

Her kiss was intoxicating, a mix of passion and control that left you breathless. Her lips moved against yours with a certainty that made your head spin, her tongue slipping into your mouth to tease and explore. You moaned softly, your hands tangling in her hair as you pressed yourself against her, needing to feel more of her.

She pulled back slightly, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as she looked down at you. Her eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that made your stomach twist in anticipation. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her voice rough with desire.

You blushed, your heart pounding in your chest as you looked up at her. “Mommy,” you breathed, the word slipping out before you could stop it.

Her eyes widened for a moment, and then a slow, predatory smile spread across her lips. “What did you just call me?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.

You hesitated, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“No,” she interrupted, her hand coming up to cup your cheek. “Say it again.”

Your breath hitched, and you swallowed hard, your heart racing. “Mommy,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

The sound of her sharp intake of breath sent a jolt of heat straight to your core. Her eyes darkened, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice sending shivers down your spine.

You whimpered, your hands clutching at her shirt as she trailed kisses along your jawline, her teeth grazing your skin in a way that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you. “Please,” you begged, your voice trembling with need.

“Please what, darling?” she asked, pulling back just enough to look at you, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Please, mommy, I need you,” you gasped, your hips bucking against hers.

She chuckled softly, her hand sliding down your body to cup your heat through the thin fabric of your pajamas. “You’re so wet for me already,” she murmured, her fingers teasing you through the fabric.

You moaned, your head falling back against the pillows as she continued to touch you, her fingers pressing against your clit in slow, deliberate circles. “Grayson,” you gasped, your hands clutching at the sheets.

“Call me mommy,” she commanded, her voice firm but gentle.

“Mommy,” you moaned, the word slipping out easily this time, sending a thrill of excitement through you.

“That’s my girl,” she purred, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your pajamas to find your slick folds. “So wet. So ready for me.”

You cried out as she slid a finger inside you, your hips bucking against her hand as she began to move, her thumb rubbing circles against your clit. “Oh god, mommy,” you gasped, your nails digging into the sheets.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was both possessive and tender. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice filled with a fierce determination. “All mine.”

You nodded frantically, your body trembling with pleasure as she added a second finger, curling them just right to hit that spot inside you that made you see stars. “Yours,” you gasped, your voice breaking as pleasure washed over you in waves.

She continued to move her fingers, her pace steady and unrelenting, her eyes locked on yours as she watched you fall apart beneath her. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing. “Let go for me, darling.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through you, your cries of pleasure muffled by her lips as she kissed you deeply, her fingers never stopping until you were left trembling and spent.

She pulled back slightly, a smug smile tugging at her lips as she looked down at you. “You’re so beautiful like this,” she murmured, her voice filled with adoration.

You smiled up at her, your heart swelling with love as you reached up to cup her face. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

Her smile softened, and she leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you too,” she murmured, her voice warm and tender.

You reached for her, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. “Take it off,” you said, your voice low and urgent.

She chuckled softly, her hands covering yours as she helped you undo the buttons. “Impatient, are we?” she teased, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

“You have no idea,” you replied, your breath hitching as her shirt fell open, revealing the smooth, toned skin of her abdomen.

She smirked, her hands moving to unbutton her pants as she watched you with a predatory gleam in her eyes. “Well then,” she murmured, her voice low and husky. “Let’s not keep you waiting.”

She stood up, peeling off her pants and boxers with practiced ease, leaving her standing before you bare. she reaches for her strap-on on the desk nearby. She slides the straps into place snug around her hips, the harness hugs her hips perfectly causing small dips in the fleas that made your mouth water. Your breath caught in your throat as you took her in, your eyes traveling over her toned body, the way the muscles in her arms and shoulders flexed as she moved.

She climbed back onto the bed, her hands resting on either side of your head as she hovered above you, her eyes dark with desire. “Are you ready, darling?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.

You nodded, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps as you looked up at her. “Yes, mommy,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need.

She smirked, her hands sliding down your body to grip your hips as she positioned herself at your entrance. “Good,” she murmured, her voice filled with a quiet intensity. “Because I’m going to make you feel so good.”

And then she was pushing inside you, the thick length of her strap-on stretching you in the most delicious way, filling you completely. You cried out, your nails digging into her back as she began to move, her hips rocking against yours in a steady, relentless rhythm.

“Oh god, mommy,” you gasped, your head falling back against the pillows as she fucked you with a skill that left you breathless.

“That’s it,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing as she continued to move, her pace steady and unrelenting. “Take it, darling. You’re doing so well.”

You moaned, your hips bucking against hers as pleasure coursed through you in waves. “Mommy,” you gasped, your voice breaking as she hit that spot inside you that made you see stars.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was both possessive and tender. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice filled with a fierce determination. “All mine.”

You nodded frantically, your body trembling with pleasure as she continued to move, her pace never faltering. “Yours,” you gasped, your voice breaking as pleasure washed over you in waves.

She continued to fuck you, her movements becoming more urgent as she chased her own release, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. “Come for me, darling,” she commanded, her voice low and husky.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through you, your cries of pleasure muffled by her lips as she kissed you deeply, her hips never stopping until you were left trembling and spent.

She pulled back slightly, a smug smile tugging at her lips as she looked down at you. “You’re so beautiful like this,” she murmured, her voice filled with adoration.

You smiled up at her, your heart swelling with love as you reached up to cup her face. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

Her smile softened, and she leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you too,” she murmured, her voice warm and tender.

“Stay with me,” you whispered, your fingers tracing the curve of her jaw.

“Always,” she replied, her eyes filled with a quiet intensity. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And as she lay down beside you, pulling you into her arms, you knew she meant it. With her, you were safe. With her, you were home.

“Goodnight, mommy,” you murmured, your eyes already closing as exhaustion overtook you.

“Goodnight, darling,” she whispered, her lips pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well.”

[writing-nothing-but-spilled-ink]

Alright to expand on my little Jason todd and crime alley kids au

Anytime one of the bat kids mentions Jason's kids Jason just kinda goes guys they're not my kids they're just under my protection and I make sure they're clothes and dry and not sick

And I just imagine dick go and what do we call that when someone houses a child feeds them and clothes them

And Jason just goes still not my kids he then before he can even finish speaking one of the crime alley kids goes running up to red all smiles going dad dad look look it worked I got an A on my spelling test because you helped aren't you proud

And dick with a smug look on his face goes and you were saying and Jason just tells him to fuck off and that he and the batfam are banned from crime alley indefinitely

Dick is just cackling while Jason ruffles the young kids hair and kinda goes hey let's go get ya some ice cream go round up some of the other kids

[goddessofbees]

Dick and Tim, Kidnapped for some quality time together

[ryemiffie]

Quotes from my day as batfam incorrect quotes!

-After a fight between Bruce and Dick-

Bruce: What the hell are you doing up there?!

Dick, atop the grand chandelier: I left a tootsie roll up here 12 years ago and I want it back!

Bruce: You broke into the manor just for that?! You could literally just buy a whole new bag of tootsie rolls!

Dick: That's not the point, it's the principle!

[alicepooryorick]

Another ridiculously funny thing in the OracleFam is like... Genuinely the existence of the kids who all kinda dysfunctionally form a pseudo family and listen to Barbara as she sorta raises them but not. Like, imagine you're Jim Gordon. Your beautiful daughter that's biologically your niece but by god she's YOUR daughter and you love her so decides that she's gonna use her intelligence and skills and experience as a borderline A-Lister to lead superhero teams and play support for anyone who needs it, primarily your vigilante friend Batman.

Then one day, you visit your incredible daughter who always thinks things out and is careful... And bam. There's just this unexplained little girl who doesn't talk. Apparently your daughter is looking after a traumatized assassin child now. Do you now have a daughter in law? It's complicated because your daughter and your vigilante bestie somehow managed to start acting like they divorced and have split custody over this kid, despite them never even liking eachother. Great.

Then you visit again. The girl your daughter is looking after has a best friend sleeping over. You're sure you won't see her around to to much right?

Then you visit again, the blond girl your kinda grand daughter is best friends with is there again. Your daughter corrects you, *there still. You aren't sure where the kid sleeps because there's only two bedrooms; but apparently she just stays over often.

You visit five more times, see this "Stephanie" with "Cass" everytime. You ask if they're dating. They aren't. You ask if Steph is another Cass situation. She's not.

Then Stephanie dies.

Then Stephanie comes back to life.

Then Cass dies.

Then Cass comes back to life.

They go straight back to being inseparable. Your daughter tells you they hallucinate each other when separated for too long.

Then you visit again and HOLY FUCK IS THAT A DE-AGED VERSION OF YOUR DAUGHTER WALKING- nope she's just looking after another kid Barbara's looking after. Apparently this one was actually an orphan this time. ... ... ... "This time?"

Oh and the whole time this takes place while your daughter is suspiciously single but surrounded by a whole team of beautiful women, a few of whom she's incredibly close with. Also Barbara splits custody with this newest one, "Charlie" with some of these ladies, tho she does most of the... Whatever she's doing. But she doesn't seem to have the divorced-without-dating dynamic she has with Batman so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠⊙⁠_⁠ʖ⁠⊙⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Oh and your daughter's ex seemingly just hates the first daughter. Fascinating.

You still, after YEARS of Cassandra and Stephanie never being far apart, don't know if they're dating or not. Surely they are, right? But no announcement or revelation comes forth, and your daughter still says they aren't.

[khajittink]

Damian Wayne headcanon

Damian, trained from birth in the League of Assassins, is an incredible dancer. He was trained to have total control over his body, and one of the best ways to learn that is dance styles like ballet, swing, belly dancing, pole dancing, etc.

The batfam slowly finds this out over the years. Apart from Jason and Cass, as they have the same training. Eventually Tim finds out from his time with the League but that's after a couple years of knowing Damian.

The first is the obvious, waltzing at galas. That's expected, of course Talia would teach Bruce Wayne's son to waltz.

The family goes to one of his school events, and are very surprised to see him doing ballet (Cass and him practice together and she was happy she could share this with her shocked family).

They find out he can swing dance while undercover at some speakeasy club. Tim is undercover as Caroline Hill (and this is post League base explosions), and absolutely has a shit eating grin on his face when he sees Steph's flabbergasted expression across the bar. He later tells her Damian is who taught him to swing dance actually.

Dick tries very hard to forget finding out Damian could pole dance, having been visiting the Iceberg Lounge and not knowing Damian was undercover to keep an eye on a new Penguin deal. He's just glad he's an adult now cause he doesn't think he could bear watching his brother doing that underage without blowing his cover.

Jason and Damian end up undercover as belly dancers for entertainment at some rich fucks compound so they could bust his trafficking ring. Duke still can't forget how mesmerizing they both were (and maybe asks them for tips later, as well as telling Tim the latest batch of Bat™ concealer hid the scars so well he almost didn't believe it was them).

Babs blows everyone's minds when she sends a video of Damian break dancing to the group chat, cause even the League trained bats didn't know he could do that, and Damian just smiles and says he picked it up from watching tiktok videos Jon sends him.

Bruce had always guessed what Ra's and Talia had taught Damian, but each discovery he couldn't help but be amazed and impressed with his son. He pays Babs for videos of his dancing to save in his Proud Dad™ folder.

[star--bird]

HC that one time Dick was having a computer issue in the batcave so he texts Tim and asks him to come down and help him and Tim does, but it's clear he has been crying for the last few hours.

Dick: ...you good?

Tim: Yeah. I'm fine. Just life man.

Dick: Okay...

Tim: What did you need help with?

And then Tim helps him like nothing happened and goes back upstairs and Dick is just like "okay..."

[cardinalcheerio]

Jason at the bank: do you need anything else?

Banker: we need proof that you are who you say you are.

Jason *pulling out his death certificate*: does this work?

Dick *sitting next to him groaning*: I knew this was a bad idea.

[smutinlove]

prince dick grayson x knight reader that doesn't like him that much??

u can make it fluffy smutty angsty wtv 🙏

implied fem reader

sort of forbidden love??????

angsty af

i was kinda listening to a sad playlist i made...

Prince Dick was known for his scandalous activities. But those "rumors" were almost always shut down by his majesty, King Bruce.

I mean, Prince Dick was the first in line to the throne, so he had to uphold his reputation. But that didn't stop him from flirting and fucking with every maid in the palace.

You, one of the trusted knights in Gotham, were assigned to guard and shield Prince Dick. But sometimes, it felt as if you didn't really do anything.

Dick was... Dick. Currently, he's fooling around with one of the maids of the palace. You could hear her moaning. The sounds of skin slapping and Dick's voice, telling her how much of a "good girl" she was.

Honestly, it was repulsive. This was the future king of Gotham.

A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and the maid ran out. Her cheeks were puffy and red. Dick leaned against the doorframe; his bedsheets were wrapped around his hips, but that didn't cover his boner.

"What'd I do?" Dick asked, tilting his head, causing you to snicker. "Well, your Royal Highness, maybe you should be less... Dickish."

"Come on, love, you love Dickish." You rolled your eyes. "Don't call me that, Dick."

He snickered. "Original. Hey, you know what?"

"What?"

"I have a perfectly empty bed, you know." You rolled your eyes. Prince Dick was always trying to get into your pants, either with his flirtatious comments or his wandering looks.

"Dick, stop," you muttered. "Why?" he said, looking up at you with the saddest expression. "Goodnight, your royal highness." Dick nodded, taking the hint. He retreated back into his room.

The sun rose, waking up the entire kingdom, including his royal highness, Prince Dick. You stood guard the entire night; it was part of the job, right?

The door creaked open, revealing Dick. There were bags under his eyes, and his cheeks were red and puffy. Your cold demeanor melted before it froze back over. "Are you alright, your royal highness?" you asked.

"What? Yeah, of course," he replied with a smile before quickly walking away.

Strange. Could it have been about last night? But you didn't care, right? You were his knight. And he was going to be king. And you sort of loathed him.

He was bratty, annoying, stupid, and a heartbreaker. You did not need that.

You watched as Prince Dick flirted with the neighboring princess, Princess Barbara. You were five feet behind Prince Dick, occasionally listening to his conversation with the princess whenever she laughed a little too loud.

Prince Dick led her to the fountain and gave her a kiss on the cheek; it wasn't incriminating, of course. But it was living up to his reputation of being an A-grade asshole and a flirt.

You looked away as the two continued flirting. You were not jealous, right? I mean, you were just a knight. You had no business being jealous.

You watched over Prince Dick every day. He was your responsibility. You had to follow him everywhere. You watched him flirt with countless men and women. You'd watched his breakdowns and his moments of triumph.

You had seen it all. But you felt empty every time. You were supposed to feel only one thing about him, and that was the need to protect him. That was it. But how have you changed over the past few years? He was becoming king soon. After that, he could get rid of you as he pleased.

You were a few feet behind him, watching as he entered his room before you took your place. You stood outside his door, guarding and protecting him from any possible harm.

Your eyes fell down to the doorknob. You wanted and needed to do so. An exchange of words wouldn't hurt, right?

Your hand fell to the doorknob, gripping it tightly. Your brain needed it to be locked, but your heart longed for it to be open.

Your cold demeanor melted as you twisted the doorknob, opening the door slowly. "What?" Dick called out, hearing the door creak open. "Hey," he said, turning around at the sound of your voice. "Oh, hey. Do you need something? I... did something happen?" he asked.

You smiled and shut the door, venturing further into his room. He tilted his head. "What's wrong?" he asked. You wrapped your arms around his neck, "This."

You leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss. Surprisingly, he kissed back. You quickly pulled away as you felt his hands slide down to your waist. "You and me... we can't happen, okay?"

"Why?" he asked obliviously. "I'm not a princess. I have no real title. And the kingdom would not approve, okay?" You replied, tears brimming your eyes.

"No, we can make this work, okay?" Dick tried reassuring you, but how? You were just a knight. It would never work.

"I do not wanna be your sidechick, Dick!" You yelled, tears falling down your eyes. "You're breaking my heart, love." His hand cupped your cheek.

You slapped it away. "We—we would be unhappy together! We would fight all the time and we would loathe each other, okay? Why can't you understand that?" Tears fell down your cheeks.

"Please, we can make this work, I promise," he whispered.

"No, Dick, we can't. We are too different." You gave him a soft kiss on his cheek and left.

You had nothing with Prince Dick Grayson. You were simply his protector.

CAN YOU TELL I LOVE ANGST??? OMG ANGST IS ANGSTING RN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG

CAN YOU TELL I WAS LISTENING TO "YOU'RE LOSING ME?" YES? WELL, FUCK ANYWAY