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Hiya!!! Since you sent 4 💖 I'll do 4 headcanons for 4 f/o's!

Miranda:

I was super nervous to meet her father over a grand dinner but he liked me regardless, kinda made me swear fealty to their kingdom but I'm sure that'll be fine...

Beach dates!!! All the time!!!! Picnics on the shore!!! Snorkeling (well for her the gear isn't necessary but she plays along for me)!!! Playing in the waves!!! Checking out tide pools!!! Jet skis!!! Anything on the water!!!

After prom we went to the beach and watched the stars for hours, talking about life and all that stuff. She convinced me to go in the ocean with her (I was hesitant bc it was dark out and there wasn't really any light other than the stars) after she promised to rescue me if something happened.

She honestly loves going shopping! Since she's royalty, price isn't an issue, so she'll get almost anything she or I want.

Asra:

One of the first things he ever taught me was palmistry. Looking back, he was definitely trying to let me know he liked me by doing that. The tender traces over my skin, the emphasis on my love line...

We almost always go shopping together. He gets worried that we'll get separated when the market is really busy and makes sure I'm always next to him. He gets nervous if he can't find me.

We go on double dates with Portia and Nadia quite a bit, sometimes that consists of us inviting them over for a night of card games. Portia and Asra are far better than myself and Nadia, due to Portia's incredible poker face and bluffing skills and Asra's years of practice.

Asra loves to sing. He doesn't realize I'm aware of that. The shower, under his breath when he thinks I can't hear, when he's doing readings for himself... His voice is so lovely, soft and breathy.

Lapis:

I have my own house in Beach City, and she comes over a lot. It's across the street from the beach itself. Sometimes she comes over for dinner if she feels like eating that evening, or if she doesn't want dinner itself we'll get ice cream.

Greg taught her how to drive a motorcycle. She has one of her own now and she refuses to tell me how she acquired it. I'm not really that concerned, I enjoy going for rides with her too much to care

We love going to the beach, but sometimes she doesn't want to go in the water. It depends on her frame of mind. I'm more than happy just to sit with her and look out to the horizon, watching the sunset.

She loves flying me to Empire City, where we'll hang out on top of a skyscraper and watch the nightlife below. We don't fly much in winter on account of the wind-chill for me, but if it's a nice night we'll probably be flying somewhere.

David:

Literally from my first day on the job we had crushes on each other. He saw how excited I was to be a counselor at Camp Campbell, and I saw how kind a person he was. It took like a week for us to get together and by that point everyone was more than ready for our mutual oblivious pining to be over

When he suggested camping at another place on our first day off together, and I emphatically agreed, he made a joke about marrying me on the spot and I think my brain shorted out, I don't think he even registered that's what he said.

Max gave me his acceptance and blessing by saying "if he likes you, I guess that's good enough for me... But hurt him and you die." I later told David about it and he thought it was sweet. I mean, I did too, that's just how Max is.

David and I like to sing duets around the campfire, whether it's just us or everyone together. We also have a similar music taste, unsurprisingly his favorite genre is acoustic.

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#213: Damian Wayne & Batmom!Reader

I discovered the beautiful lullaby “Bayu Bayushki Bayu” (the link is to my favorite version of the song) a few months ago. Those who know me know I came to America at a young age through adoption, so I never got to hear it when I was a child, but I hope to sing it to my kids. I thought this was a cute imagine idea for Damian. I feel like he’d love it. Russian lullabies are lovely but terrifying, just like Dami ❤ God I love my smol boi. 

P.S. I’m still struggling with Damian’s name. I think Damianka is the best I can do for a diminutive and I think it sounds sweet, but if anyone knows a better way to make Damian a diminutive, let me know.  

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You had become a light sleeper in your time knowing Bruce, so you woke up the moment he got into bed. You turned and groggily gathered your husband into your arms, feeling the tension in his body leave him as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“How did patrol go?” you asked, raising your head to see what time it was. 3:00 am, a later night for the Batfamily, but Bruce always made it home eventually. 

“It went pretty well, actually. Damian did well against the Joker,” Bruce told you, but he could tell you’d tensed up. “What’s wrong Y/N?” 

“Nothing. Go to bed before you become an insomniac like Tim,” you mumbled. “Lord knows I try to help that boy but he always sneaks an energy drink past me.” Your attempt at humor didn’t deter your husband. Bruce could tell when something was worrying you, and he knew you weren’t getting back to sleep until you told him what it was. 

“When I was with Alfred in the Batcave I heard you radio in that the Joker was back again,” you told him. “I don’t know why, but I kept thinking about what Jason went through, and I knew I didn’t want Damian anywhere near that maniac.”

“I’m sorry.” Now it was Bruce’s turn to hold you, easily wrapping you in his strong arms. 

“You can’t control when that clown will rear his head,” you said. “I just wish I could stop worrying.”

“You’re the boys’ mother. It’s okay to worry.”

“That doesn’t mean I like it.” 

Bruce didn’t push you to talk anymore, instead allowing sleep to take him. He certainly needed it after a night with the Joker and a full day of work at Wayne Enterprises in a few hours. You, however, couldn’t fall back asleep. You carefully got out of bed once you were sure Bruce was fast asleep and headed down to the kitchen. While you were in the privacy of the kitchen you took a few minutes to call Jason and see if he was okay. You felt a little better after talking with him, and you let him get off the phone so he could get some rest. Once you’d hung up, you saw a small figure in a yellow cape walk past the kitchen. 

“Damianka?” you called out quietly as you followed him out to the stairwell. Your youngest son turned to face you with a guilty look. He had been heading up the stairs, clearly trying to sneak past you without you seeing him, but you knew what was up. Damian could be a ghost in this house, disappearing as he snuck around with no one knowing he was there. He had wanted you to see him. 

“Why haven’t you gone to bed yet?” you asked him as you came to meet him on the stairs. 

“I was just working in the Batcave for a bit before I went to bed,” he told you, never one to admit how he was really feeling. You got the sense that he was pretty shaken up, and you couldn’t hide your frustration. The Joker was a figure who scared everyone, even Batman sometimes. Of course Damian would be having a hard time after his first experience with him. 

“Let me tuck you in.” He was about to protest, but you shushed him. “It will make me feel better, Damianka. Come on.”

You both went up to his room. While he changed out of his Robin uniform and into some pajamas, you made sure he had extra blankets and a glass of water on his nightstand. When he was ready, he allowed you to tuck him under the covers. You gave him a kiss on the forehead and went to the light switch, about to leave and go back to your room, but Damian’s next words stopped you.

“Can you stay for a little while, Y/N?” Damian looked ashamed at having asked such a thing of you, but you gave him a smile and nodded. He allowed you to lay down next to him, hugging him to you and gently running your fingers through his hair. 

“Do you want to talk about what happened tonight or just sleep?”

“Sleep.” Of course he wanted to sleep, but you weren’t sure he would be able to. 

“Did anyone ever sing to help you sleep when you were younger, Damian?” When he shook his head, you asked, “Would you like me to?”

“If it’s some nonsense like Rock-a-bye Baby, I will have to say no.” His words made you laugh. He was always the direct one when it came to “childish nonsense”. 

“No. It’s a Russian lullaby my Babushka sang to me when I was younger,” you told him. “If you think it would help, I can sing for you.”

“If you think it would help,” he relented. You made sure he was comfortable and warm before you started, and once you did, his expression changed from one of doubt to one of rapture.

“Bayu bayushki bayu,

Ne lozhisya na krayu.

Pridyot serenkiy volchok,

On ukhvatit za bochok

I utashchit vo lesok

Pod rakitovy kustok.”

((I have the lyrics in English so it’s easier for you guys to look it up if you want to))

As you continued singing, Damian’s eyes started to droop. You continued to the very end of the lullaby as he drifted further into sleep, and when you finished, you were relieved to see he was fast asleep. That lullaby had worked on Dick when he was younger, and Jason and Tim as well. You were glad you got to share it with Damian, too, and you were happy that you were able to give him enough of a distraction from tonight’s events that he could sleep peacefully. 

You didn’t get up, afraid to wake Damian, instead choosing to sleep next to your son for the rest of the night. You had a feeling Damian would feel better knowing you had stayed by his side without him needing to summon the courage to ask you himself. One day the Joker wouldn’t be around anymore to wreak havoc on your lives, but until then, you would be there for your family to help them through it.

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A/N: To anyone who’s wondering, the song is basically a warning for small children to sleep in the center of the bed so they don’t fall off. Nice right? NOPE. This is Russian so it has to be, “Don’t sleep on the edge of the bed or a fUCKIN WOLF WILL GET YOU AND DRAG YOU INTO THE WOODS.” I imagined Batmom being worried about him while he’s on patrol, so kind of indirectly warning him to be careful and not stray too far after her experience losing Jason. I hope this makes sense. 

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It’s finally here!! My piece for the @tfbigbang 2019! i’m so excited that i get to share what i’ve been working on for the past few months! hope you guys enjoy! many thanks to my beta reader @honorarybastard, i wouldn’t have survived without you i swear.

also, to my artists: @rhapsodaze, @jarofloosescrews, and @lexsartsies, i know i’ve probably thanked you guys a billion times at this point, but its truly a different feeling seeing your story come to life in beautiful artwork. 

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#199: Jack Frost x Reader

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Request: Can I request an imagine of Jack Frost being surprise when he meets a bubbly upbeat and happy spirit and is taken back when he discovers that she is not only a new guardian but also the grim reaper. The spirit of death. Lmfao. It’s okay if you don’t do it 💗

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“So you’re the new Guardian Manny picked?” You knew who had asked you that question once you saw him, a white haired boy with a blue frost dusted sweatshirt and a wide grin on his face.

You returned his friendly smile. “Yeah. It’s nice to meet you, Jack. I’m not gonna be in town long. I just need to take care of someone.”

“Oh, cool.” Jack drifted along while you walked along the road, eyeing the scythe in your hand. “That looks sharp.”

“Thanks! I just sharpened it today.”

“You’re awfully happy to have a scythe as your tool.”

“Well, if it were up to me I would have picked something a little less intimidating, but I make do with what Manny gave me. Honestly, I’m just happy he believed in me enough to give make me a Guardian.”

“Yeah, about that, what exactly are you the Guardian of?”

You had come to a stop in front of a large building, and you both could see through the windows that it was a care home for elderly people. Jack followed where you pointed, seeing an old man who had just passed away in his bed while his family wept around him.

“I’m late,” you said, heading for the door.

“Wait, you’re the Guardian of Death?” Jack finally got to his feet, standing in your way while he stared at you with wide eyes. “You’re the Grim Reaper?”

“Yes,” you said, stepping around him so you could do your job. “He’s waiting for me. He doesn’t know what’s happened and he needs me to guide him.”

Before you entered the building, you looked back to Jack and gave him one more smile. “I hope I’ll see you around, maybe under better circumstances.”

“Me too.” Jack waved goodbye to you, leaving you to do your job as the new Guardian of Death.

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#209: Wally West & Reader

Thanks @underworldsheiress for requesting ❤ I started writing this as soon as I got the inbox request because it’s Saturday night and I’m lame like that xD I’m probably gonna be writing all night so I have imagines to post all this week for you guys. 

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Request: Hi, it is me again. How are you? Could you please do a part 2 from my request of Wally's best friend? Now she is secret dating Dick and Artemis founds then making out but they get caught in middle of hero stuff. And reader freaks out with Wally for never telling her. And Dick introduces her to the rest of the team as his girlfriend. Thank you for the attention.

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“Dick, stop,” you giggled, but your boyfriend didn’t stop kissing you. You were just leaving school for the day and he couldn’t resist pulling you aside, out of sight of your classmates, and kissing you. 

“Why? It’s not like anyone’s gonna see us,” he said with a cheeky grin. “If it’s Wally you’re worried about, he’s probably already headed home.” Dick didn’t share that Wally was headed to Mount Justice for the new mission and he was already supposed to be there too, and the only thing stopping him was these last few minutes he had with you before he had to go. 

“I think you underestimate the power of protective best friends,” you told him. “I swear sometimes I think he knows we’re dating.”

“He doesn’t but now I do.” You both turned to see Artemis in front of you, her arms crossed and one brow arched in a question. “So this is what you’ve been hiding, Dick?”

“Don’t tell Wally!” you practically yelped, pulling away from Dick to plead with her. “He’s my best friend and everything, but I don’t think he’d like knowing this.” 

Artemis sighed as she relented. “I won’t. Dick, come on. Study group, remember?”

“I’m coming.” Dick gave you one final kiss on the cheek as he and Artemis started to walk away. 

“Wait, study group?” You quickly caught up to them. “Can I come?”

“No!” They both said at the same time, and your smile fell. You always felt like you were left out of your friend group, always excluded from these study groups they went to. Dick felt a pang of sadness at how he couldn’t tell you what the study group really was, and he offered you a hug. 

“Not today, Y/N. Maybe next time.” 

You turned away from Dick, walking away while his arms were still open. You didn’t feel like talking to him or Artemis right now. You were tired of being left out. It was when you were watching the news that night and saw close up footage of the Young Justice team that your heart leaped to your throat and you finally understood what the so called “study group” was. 

When Wally picked up his phone back at Mount Justice and lifted it to his ear, he had to hold it away from the volume of your screaming. 

“HOW DUMB DO YOU THINK I AM, WALLY?” Your voice was loud enough that Dick, who was standing nearby, heard you. He looked to Wally in confusion, and his friend returned his baffled look. 

“What are you talking about Y/N?” 

“I SAW YOU AND DICK AND ARTEMIS ON THE NEWS! THOSE MASKS DON’T COVER SHIT!” Wally’s face paled as Dick felt a cold sweat come over him. 

You took a moment to calm down, and said in a more reserved voice, “Is Dick there?”

“Yeah.”

“Put me on speaker. I have some words for both of you.”

Wally reluctantly put you on speaker as Dick came to stand with him, both of them dreading what you would say. 

“Is this what the ‘study group’ you guys always talk about is?” 

“Yeah, it is,” Wally told you. “I’m sorry for lying.”

“I better be getting an apology from you too, Dick.”

“Sorry, babe.”

“Babe?” Wally’s eyes widened at his friend as Dick backed away. 

“Oh come on,” you snapped. “You can keep your vigilante identity a secret from me and I can’t keep my boyfriend a secret from you? Well, if we’re gonna get it all out in the open, yeah. Dick and I are dating. I know you don’t like it, but I don’t care.”

“Y/N, I didn’t want you to date him because we’re always in danger!”

“WHAT KIND OF LOGIC IS THAT? YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND! IF THERE WAS ANY DANGER I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN INTO IT BY NOW!”

“Okay, okay,” Wally shushed you. “Look, I think I know how to make this up to you. Do you wanna come to Mount Justice and meet everyone?”

“I--- Wait, what?” You didn’t know if you’d heard him correctly. “Come to Mount Justice? And meet the heroes?”

“You interact with three of them every day.”

“I know that now, but still . . . wow. Are you serious?” 

“Yeah. I am.”

You were stunned for a few moments before you finally answered. “Sure. Sounds fun.” 

The next weekend Dick and Wally brought you to Mount Justice and introduced you to everyone, Wally holding himself from being protective as Dick held your hand and gave you the occasional kiss. Now that everyone was on the same page, hopefully things would get easier. You had an explanation for why your boyfriend and best friend disappeared so much, and Wally had a piece of mind knowing your boyfriend was the best guy you could have picked.

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#206: Damian Wayne & Batmom!Reader

No one requested this but I had the idea and I wrote it. I hope you like it ❤ Just wanted to share a bit of my culture with you guys. Damian isn’t a Russian name so I struggled with thinking of how to write his name as a diminutive, but I think it sounds cute :)

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It had taken Damian an eternity for him to warm up to you even being his father’s wife, let alone a present mother figure to him, but you’d never given up on him. Something you two had eventually bonded over was the fact that you were both American immigrants. You had just broken away from your crime family in Russia when you first met Bruce, and the culture you brought with you piqued Damian’s curiosity. You had been in the country longer than him and were able to help him get used to the new culture while also satisfying his curiosity about yours. The thing that completely won him over was when you started calling him Damianka. 

“What did you just call me, Y/N?” he asked the first time it happened, the change to his name utterly confusing him. He’d heard you call him many Russian endearments, but this was new. 

“Damianka,” you told him with a smile and ruffled his hair. “It’s a Russian thing. You change the way you say someone’s name to make it an endearment.”

Damian tried to think of examples where you’d used such language with anyone else, but couldn’t bring any to mind. 

“Do you do the same for anyone else?” he asked you. 

“Now that I think of it, no. How about we make it our own little thing we share?”

“I’d like that,” he told you, unable to hide the small smile lighting up his face. 

You were inseparable after that.

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#207: Dick Grayson x Reader

This imagine was based on this series of posts I originally found on Pinterest and I believe were originally created by @fwips I believe. No one requested this but I’m going through some intense personal stuff in my life with my family and writing helps me vent, and my relationship with my brother reminds me a lot of Dick and Damian so basing an imagine off of these seemed right at the moment i wrote it. I hope you guys enjoy it ❤ 

I will put in bold the writing that is not mine and are the words that come from the letters so everyone knows that the credit for those is not mine. 

To the original artist: if you would like me to take this imagine down as I used your words in it, PLEASE don’t hesitate to message me or pop in my inbox and ask me. I will respectfully do so ❤

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Dick had finally had enough. He had stormed back into your shared apartment late one night after a particularly brutal fight with Bruce, refusing to speak about it even when you both woke up the next morning. In the following days he was oddly silent and stiff, only speaking to you and anyone else when they spoke to him, and if someone asked him what was wrong, he would just leave the room. You did your best to get him to open up about whatever the fight had been about, but he wouldn’t, something you found strange because he normally shared everything with you. You got particularly worried when you started getting calls from Alfred, Tim, and even Jason, all desperately wanting to know if Dick was okay. You hadn’t even known he’d cut off contact with all of them. The day you went to get the mail and saw a folded piece of notebook paper with words scrawled in crayon was the day you found out he’d even stopped speaking to Damian, and you were worried more than ever.

You came back into your apartment, glad that Dick was still asleep, and read the letter, hoping it would give you more context for what was going on with your boyfriend. Your heart nearly broke while reading it. 

“Dear Grayson,

Father has informed me of your intention to abandon resume your role as Nightwing again, rather than remain with me as partners. Good riddance, and take Drake with you. 

Yours, Damian W.”

“Dick, wake up,” you said, walking into the bedroom where your boyfriend still slept. He grunted at you in response, but he’d kept you in the dark long enough. 

“Don’t you grunt at me, Richard Grayson.” You pulled the pillow out from under his head, and he threw an uncharacteristically cold glare at you that nearly broke your resolve. 

“What do you want, Y/N? I’m exhausted.” 

“I want to know why Damian sent you this,” you told him, giving him the letter so he could read it. His eyes scanned the page quickly, and you saw a flicker of sadness in them before he just sighed and put it in the nightstand drawer.

“Dick, please, let me help you,” you pleaded, sitting next to him on the bed and taking his hand. “I guessed that you and Bruce had fought, and the calls from your family made it clear that it was bad, but Damian clearly doesn’t understand what’s truly going on. You need to explain things to him.” 

“It’s none of your business, Y/N,” Dick snapped, jerking his hand away from yours and retreating to the bathroom. You wanted desperately to help him, but he wasn’t ready to talk yet. Still, you were worried about Damian. He was more attached to Dick than his other brothers, forming a unique bond with him in the years that he’d been living with Bruce, and that bond was at risk of being ripped away from him, and you could only anticipate the heartbreak that poor boy was going through. 

Two weeks later, Dick seemed to be warming up to everyone again, although he clearly still wasn’t ready to talk. He was back to smiling around you at the very least, but he was still clearly sad about the situation with his family. It was around this time you found two more letters in your mailbox from Damian. 

“Dear Grayson,

You have not visited in some time. Alfred is quite worried and wishes to see you. Please return to the estate. I will allow you to stay in my quarters if you wish.

Yours, Damian W.”

“Dear Grayson,

Are you receiving my letters? You have not returned home as I requested. Please contact Alfred or myself post haste. 

Yours, Damian W.”

“Dick,” you said quietly as you came into the kitchen, placing the letters on the counter next to where he was making breakfast. The moment he saw them his smile disappeared. You moved to hug him from behind when he picked them up to read them, neither of you saying anything as he folded them and put them in his pocket. You hoped he would finally open up, but he just finished making breakfast as you continued to hug him. You weren’t going to push him to talk, but you needed him to know you were there for him. When you felt him shaking in your arms, you let go of him for a moment to turn off the stove so you could hug him properly as he cried. 

Throughout the next month Dick insisted on getting the mail, obviously trying to keep you from seeing any more letters that might arrive. He also went back to patrolling Bludhaven as Nightwing, meaning you went back to spending the majority of your nights alone worrying about his safety, but now it was his physical and mental safety. Eventually he felt comfortable enough to show you another letter that had arrived.

“Dear Grayson,

Are you coming back home soon?

Yours, Damian W.

P.S. I will allow Drake back if necessary.”

“At least he’s allowing Tim home,” you said with a small laugh, hoping to cheer him up, but instead he averted his eyes and whispered, “I didn’t know Tim had left, too.” 

You spent the night in each others’ arms after that, neither of you getting a moment of sleep as he finally told you what happened. 

“I don’t know what happened. Something just broke in me,” he murmured. “I realized that if I was getting this unhappy with how things were going between me and Bruce, then I didn’t have to keep coming back. I didn’t have to work with him if it was too much for me.”

“You have every right to feel that way,” you consoled him, running your hands through his hair. “You’ve been through a lot. It’s okay to take a step back.” 

“Jason had already taken that step, so I didn’t think it would be this hard, but I realized once I got back to you that I was leaving Tim and Damian behind, as well. Tim has always seemed happy enough, so I didn’t worry about him too much. Damian was always talking about how he belonged with Bruce as Robin, so I didn’t think he needed me.” 

“I think he does, Dick,” you said softly, finally taking the opportunity to share a letter that you’d found in the mailbox Dick had missed. 

“Dear Grayson,

I miss you.

Please come home. 

Love Damian”

Dick was silent again, gripping the paper tightly as he buried his face in your shoulder and held you tighter. You didn’t push him to talk any more that night. The right time to talk more would come when he was ready. You were just glad that he had finally trusted you enough to confide in you. 

One more letter came on one of Dick’s days off, and you sat with him while he read it aloud.

“Dear Grayson,

I would like to apologize if it was something I have done to keep you from returning home. I promise I will no longer do that thing, so please come back soon.I am using my best blue crayon as I know this color to be your favorite. Please tell me if your favorite is no longer blue and I will use another color.

Alfred said I should draw you something, so I have. It is myself and a cat. 

Love

Yours, Damian W. 

P.S. (These are rain drops!!)”

“That’s a cute cat,” he said, a genuine smile finally lighting up his face. 

“He used his best blue crayon, too,” you added with your own smile. 

“He didn’t do anything to keep me away,” Dick said sadly. “He’s been doing so well, he’s grown so much. I couldn’t ask anything more of him.” 

“Then you should tell him that.”

“I’m not ready to go back, though,” Dick said, raking his hands through his hair in frustration. “I can’t. Not right now. I’m not ready.”

“If you don’t want to go back, then you don’t have to, Dick,” you assured him, pulling him close to you. “No one can force you to go back.”

“But I’ve left him alone long enough.”

“Why don’t you write him a letter then?” you suggested. “I think he would appreciate it.”

Dick gave you a smile and kissed you, clearly a fan of the idea. He wasn’t ready to set foot anywhere near Wayne manor for the time being, and that was okay. He needed his space to think and sort out his feelings for awhile. Still, if Damian needed him that much, Dick was okay with sending a letter back. 

“I’ll go find our best green crayon for you,” you said, going in search of a box of crayons. 

“Okay Y/N,” Dick said with a laugh as he searched for a piece of paper. It wasn’t much, but it was a first step for Dick. Maybe this would be the only letter he would send back, maybe it wouldn’t be. Maybe someday he would call his family back, maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he would go home soon, maybe it would take some more time. However things turned out, you were there to help him every step of the way.

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#205: Dick Grayson x Reader

Thanks for requesting anon ❤ This one was inspired by a Nightwing cosplayer called @koyotecosplay on TikTok! He’s such an adorable bean and a perfect Dick Grayson reference xD

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Request: Can I resquest an imagine for Dick Grayson. I want to imagine the reader helping Dick with his injuries.

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You had been relaxing in the Batcave with a book while Alfred readied the first aid supplies for when the boys came back. He’d only just gone upstairs to make tea when Dick’s bike entered the cave. He stumbled a few steps over to you when he got off the bike, looking like he was about to pass out.

“Can someone please get me to the hospital?” he slurred. “If you need to know my blood type is red.” With that he collapsed to the floor, not unconscious, but definitely out of it.

“Oh my God, Dick!” You threw your book aside and hurried over to him, making sure he hadn’t hit his head when he hit the floor. He looked blearily up at you as you checked the rest of his body for injuries, finding a nasty gash on his leg that was probably the cause of his blood loss.

“Hey beautiful,” Dick giggled. “I think my suit is gonna need stitched up.”

“Your leg is what needs stitched up,” you said, frantically gathering the tools you needed to stitch his leg up. You were good at giving the boys a few stitches here and there as it was needed thanks to Alfred’s first aid training, but a gash like this was nothing like you’d done before. If Dick wasn’t blacking out you would have gone to get the butler, but you knew you had to act fast.

“I expect Jason to come back with injuries like this, not you! What the hell happened?” you asked, trying to keep Dick conscious and focused.

“I fell off a building onto a fire escape . . . and onto someone’s flowerpots.”

“Of course the flower pots would take you out,” you muttered as you stitched the wound up. “At least it wasn’t Damian’s sword.”

“They certainly had his attitude.” He winced as you finished up. “Thanks.”

“You’re not in the clear yet. When Alfred gets here, he’ll get it properly cleaned and everything.”

Dick didn’t say anything else, clearly about to completely pass out. He just took your hand, ignoring the blood on it, and squeezed as hard as he could. You squeezed his back, just thankful that you had been there to help him.

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#200: Jack Frost x Reader

Thanks for requesting anon ❤ This actually inspired me to include a bit of my performing experience. I performed in a holiday parade one year and it was so bitterly cold but I had so much fun! It was nice to remember it :)

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Request: Hey! I've been reading your rotg imagines and they're really good! If you're not too busy, can I request a Jack frost X reader where the reader is another winter spirit? I think she would be kind of flirty and fun-loving. I don't have any good ideas plot-wise... Maybe they're best friends and they develop a crush on eachother? I don't know. Anyway, thanks for reading this, and if you don't write it; that's okay! I hope you have a great day. xx

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“So you mean to tell me you’re the inspiration for this dance?” Jack asked you, and you nodded sheepishly. You were attending an outdoor performance of The Nutcracker, watching as the dancers did their best in the cold. They had leg warmers, jackets, and other things to keep them warm over their costumes, but the feeling the audience got was all the same. The chimes of the Sugar Plum Fairy’s music rang in the snowy air, and the magic of the performance was not lost on Jack. 

“Tchaikovsky didn’t know it, but I was there when he wrote this song,” you murmured, watching the ballerina dance across the stage. “That’s how I decided I would be called the Sugar Plum Fairy.”

“Well I have to say, she doesn’t dance nearly as gracefully as you fly,” Jack teased, putting an arm around you. Your wings fluttered a bit in delight at his words, and you couldn’t fight back your smile. 

“Thanks for watching this with me,” you said. “I know my idea of fun is a bit different from yours.”

“I love this, actually. I’ve never seen a ballet.” 

“I think it’s too cold for the full ballet, actually. I have a feeling they’re gonna stop the performance soon, so what would you say if I suggested we go have some of our own fun?” 

Jack grinned at the suggestion. “Lead the way.”

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#198: Jack Frost x Reader

Thanks for requesting anon ❤ The photo editor I use updated and I’m figuring it out so sorry if my headers look weird for a little bit. 

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Request: May I please request Jack Frost x reader where the reader is also a spirit and the adoptive daughter of Bunnymund? Her and jack are dating secretly because she’s afraid how her dad might react to them being together, but Jack accidentally lets it slip? Also thank you so much 💕

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“The end of winter is coming, Frosty,” Bunnymund told Jack, who was absentmindedly floating above you while you read a book. You were Bunnymund’s adopted daughter, still waiting for the Man in the Moon to make you a guardian, and very close with your adopted father. He tended to be a bit overprotective, which lead you to make some rebellious decisions sometimes, and your decision to act on your feelings for Jack was one of them. You and Jack had had feelings for each other for years, but only made it official this past winter, and your dad still had yet to find out.

“You sound excited to be rid of me,” Jack commented, playfully casting a small burst of snowflakes towards you. You directed a playful smirk up at him, ignoring the suspicious look your dad gave the two of you. “But I am too. The end of winter means Valentines’ Day.”

“And what exactly does that mean?”

“It means Y/N and I can finally . . . oh.” Your wide eyes let Jack know he had slipped up in keeping your relationship hidden, and you both looked to your dad fearfully. You had no idea what his reaction would be. Would he be angry? Accepting? Happy?

“I KNEW IT!” First option it was. “Get over here you frostbitten piece of---”

Jack darted away when Bunnymund lunged, and you and the rest of the guardians watched while they hashed it out. Tools and supplies and toys were all knocked over as Bunnymund tried to leap into the air after Jack. The Guardian of Fun stayed just out of reach, shooting ice onto the floor whenever he got a chance to trip your dad up.

“I told him my dad wouldn’t like this,” you told North while shaking your head. “He just had to let it slip.”

“Bunny will get over it,” North said as he put a reassuring arm around you, grinning widely as he watched the spirits of Fun and Hope go at it. “Eventually.”

“I hope so.”

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#204: Wally West & Reader

Thanks @underworldsheiress for requesting ❤

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Request: Could you please write one fic where the reader is Wally's best friend out of the heroes things and accidently she meetd and falls for Dick Grayson and Wally is like freaking out because of it? Thank you, love your fics. (And maybe tumblr stopped the notifications of your tumblr to me)

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“I think I just met my future husband.” Your wide eyes followed Dick Grayson as he strolled away from you, throwing a friendly grin over his shoulder as he left. It was the first day at your new school, one where your long time best friend Wally West was the only person you knew. You thought it was going to start rough when you bumped into someone much taller than you, causing you to drop your books. He was friendly about it and helped you pick them up, introducing himself and saying he hoped to see you around more as his crystal blue eyes stunned you speechless.

“You WHAT?” Wally had only just reached you and was shocked by your words. He looked between you, already head over heels for his other best friend, and other said friend walking away with a blush on his face, and started freaking out.

“Nope. Not him. Absolutely not. I will line up every other boy at this school for you to crush on, just not Dick.”

“Why?” You turned your now surprised gaze to Wally, wondering why he was acting this way. You didn’t know about his secret identity as Kid Flash, which meant you definitely had no idea Dick was Robin. The vigilante life was dangerous for those involved, and he didn’t want you anywhere near the hero stuff. He didn’t want you getting hurt.

“Wally.” You prodded him for an answer. “Are you jealous?”

“What? No! You know I like Artemis.”

“Then Dick is fair game for me,” you said with a grin, walking away to head to your first class. Wally shook his head as he headed in the opposite direction, wondering how he was going to explain things to you later on.

PART 2

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