#nightwing fanfic

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If I Could Turn Back Time

Summary: Dick wishes he could turn back time, anything to win you back. (Dick Grayson x fem!reader)

Word Count: 2.5K

Notes: I'm baaacck~! I'm gonna filter out some posts for y'all in between work and prepping for a Christmas countdown. I hope that y'all in the northern hemisphere are enjoying the winter months, and that the heat is manageable for the rest of us in the southern. Hope I didn't make anyone wait too long, and thank you for being patient!

~RiRi <33

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Dick Grayson swore that he wasn't as big of a romantic as people made him out to be. After your breakup he had returned to the manor, unwilling to commit to the long drive back to Bludhaven. He milled around the kitchen, face sullen, telling a concerned Alfred he was just too tired to make the trip and didn't want to drive in the dark. He didn't tell him that he was worried that the image of you crying at the kitchen sink would distract him so badly that he'd either crash or turn back to see you.

He defended himself when Jason came by to drop something off for Bruce and catching the eldest in a state of disarray and blatant bedhead, shambling around in the living room. The younger man rolled his eyes and scoffed, striding past him.

"She break up with you?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"I broke up with her." He said softly. "But I'm fine." he waved off, taking another sip of his coffee.

"You're an idiot." Jason sighed, kissing his teeth and shaking his head as he strode past in heavy footfalls.

He swore that he was able to move on. That it had been for your best interest. It had only been fourteen days, six hours and twenty-three minutes since he'd driven away. Now he was banging his head against the steering wheel, stuck in the late afternoon traffic between Bludhaven and Gotham. He had the persistent itch under his skin to pull out the suit, weave his way through traffic on his bike just so he could get back to you faster. But he knew that was an abuse of his identity, and could raise some pretty heavy eyebrows from Bruce and even Clark if they found out he took the suit just for a house call.

So, he sat there, stewing in his own thoughts. The late sunset flickered off the water and into the interior of his car. His bangs fluttered with a heavy exhale; hands sweaty as they tapped a mindless rhythm on the wheel. He wished he had a clock that wasn't just the digital numbers of the car display. A clock where he could turn back time.

He'd turn it back to your first date, where you both spent hours wandering the park in Gotham. You had dressed up nicely for a picnic, and it was like you had just walked out of the greenery. The only thought that Dick had while watching you that afternoon was how stunning you looked, so natural in the park with a beaming smile. He had seen Poison Ivy in all of her glory, and her deep connection with the green. If he didn't know better, he would have thought you were born of nature the same way, the way you seemed so in tune with the scenery.

You had surprised him by adjusting your clothes with a cheeky grin and racing hand and hand with him through the park, weaving in and out of the trees with a beaming smile. He had to catch his breath from the way you stole it from under him, taking him to what you had dubbed your 'favourite tree'.

"Why is this one your favourite?" he had asked, hands on his hips and eyebrows quirked. You cast him a glance over your shoulder, looking at him like it should be obvious. Fingers deftly pried your feet from your shoes and you tossed them aside, walking in front of him. "Because it's the best for climbing, of course." you chided, like he was silly for even asking. Swiftly, you proceeded to hoist your way into the low hanging branches, graceful as you traced a path you clearly knew. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander, heart warming oddly. As if he was no longer in control, he reached down to undo his own shoes, hands running along the rough bark before pulling himself up after you.

Being a vigilante and circus performer, the movements themselves were easy enough, but despite all of his training he didn't even move with a fraction of your ease. When he caught up you were already nestled in a nook, leaning against a thick branch. You looked at him, late sunset beginning to flicker across the angle of your face. The golden light made your eyes glow, and you wore a soft, lazy smile, like a cat lounging on a bough. "Made it, I see." you hummed playfully, and he huffed.

"Was I not supposed to?" he quipped back, pulling himself up so he could sit next to you. You just shake your head, eyes closing with a gentle smile. "Not 'not supposed to', you've just been the first to follow. Normally my dates either just wait at the bottom or leave. No one really tries to come up, and the ones that do usually struggle to make it this far."

Dick shrugged, heart fluttering as he pushes his hair back with a hand. "Well, I'm used to this kind of the thing."

You give him a sceptical glance and he laughs. "The circus." He explains.

You grin. "Explains the runaway vibe."

"Hey!" he protests, hand to his heart. "I was raised there, thank you very much."

He spent so long up there he didn't realise you had been talking at the top of the tree for hours until the sunset began to filter into dusk, lost in the view of Gotham city park and its skyline.

Well, you might have been. He was too busy watching the way your mouth moved when you spoke or what actions your hands made when you spoke.

The second place that he would turn back time is the day he left you.

He'd take back every emotional scar he lashed you with, every word that cut into the soft flesh of your heart. He'd go back in an instant to pick up the pieces of you that he shattered, stop them from falling into the sink alongside your tears. He wouldn't have left the moment that your broken voice had asked him to leave, to give you space. He'd trade anything to have you in his arms again, to shush you and mumble his apologies into your hair.

The same apologies he was rehearsing to himself as he inched forward in the traffic for two painstaking hours. He practiced the cadence of his sentences by tapping them into his leg as he jogged up the stairs to your apartment. He steeled himself for a slap, a hiss, a scathing remark that would likely greet him when, no, if, you opened the door to him. He'd bear anything you threw at him, as long as he didn't have to see you cry. When you didn't respond to his knuckles rapping against the door, he sucked his teeth. Maybe you were out? Maybe you were ignoring him? He wouldn't blame you if you did.

Frustrated, he kicked the door frame, head thudding onto the door. He didn't know how to keep a relationship alive, if he was being perfectly honest. He had been enamoured with Kory, but the flame they had fizzled out. He and Babs had ended as natural as you could manage between coworkers. Yet, both of them had both ended the same way deep down. The anger that he failed to let go of deep inside that came out when he truly let himself be vulnerable. The little boy in his heart with his little fists clenched so tightly onto that ball of rage. The anger and hurt of losing his parents. It was a ball that Bruce and Alfred had managed to lessen, managed to pry those young fingers off little by little and helping him to redirect it, but it was never fully gone.

All it took was one relationship argument that carried on for a little too long or burned a little too hot, and that little ball moved into his throat. The fear would shake in his hands again, that there was always the possibility that he'd lose them too. Dick Grayson wouldn't really call himself a romantic. He was just someone who always fell in love, who made the person he was with always fall into him without a safety net.

Then, he'd push them off that tightrope, and he'd flee.

Irritated with himself he practiced breathing techniques to calm himself, unclenching his fists and unhunching his shoulders from his ears. He wanted to fix this. For you. For him. For that little boy holding onto that little ball of hurt. He waited another fifteen minutes before he jogged back to his car. He worried his lip in between his teeth as he cruised around, leg bouncing as he visited your favourite spots. You weren't at work, and you weren't visiting the library either. Your favourite bar wasn't open yet, and your favourite cafe had already closed for the day.

He felt stupid. He felt guilty. Stupid for leaving, and guilty for chasing you so pitifully. His behaviour was getting borderline obsessive, but he couldn't help himself. He felt like he was going to go insane if he didn't get the chance to even talk to you again. With an angry sigh he threw the car into park, breaking loudly. He slammed the car door a little harder than he would have liked.

Gotham City Park.

A part of him hoped that you weren't here, honestly. It was dark, and everyone knew Gotham was worse after hours. You were alone, presumably unarmed, and a complete fool if you were. His feet traced the path that he knew so well, but it felt weird without having your weight looped around his arm. Hands shoved deep into pockets he fiddled with the lining, chewing his cheek till he got to your tree.

The massive boughs stretched before him, blocking most of the city light. However, he knew that as soon as he got up there, he'd be able to see almost everything. With a pained exhale Dick ran his fingers over the smooth bark before reaching up for the nearest branch and hoisting himself up. Even if you weren't here, he needed somewhere to gather his thoughts. Somewhere to figure out how to fix his fuck up.

He navigated clumsily upwards, the dark making it hard to see. He hadn't realised how naturally his body followed yours when you climbed up, now getting lost by himself. Branches smacked him in the face as he ascended, dense foliage hiding his next foothold from him. Eventually his head poked through the entrance, and he took a deep lungful of crisp air, eyes closing.

"You looked like an idiot climbing around in circles down there, you know."

His eyes fly open, heart catching as he sees you. You're still in your work uniform, knees to your chest. Your eyes are dull despite the starlight. Dick revered your eyes, telling you many times that you could make even a stone glimmer if you gave it a fraction of your light. Now they were like a dying bulb, burnt out and dim.

"Hey," he said softly, as if you'd disappear if he raised his voice any louder. "I was looking for you."

"Well, you found me." You say, shifting your eyes from him to the city. "What do you want?"

His throat closed up, burning. He could feel that bright little ball being shoved into his throat, and he had to grimace to push it back down.

He needed to do this.

"I'm here to apologise." he said quietly, pulling himself up and sitting a respectable distance from you. His fingers suddenly became interesting as he toyed with them, picking at the skin. "I don't expect you to take me back or anything, but I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." he chokes out, looking up at you. "I was- I was scared. I was scared someone was going to take you away from me, that it wasn't worth it. But I was wrong. I'm sorry-" he swallowed harshly as your eyes met his, and the softening at the corners of yours made him want to fold. "I'm sorry for everything I said, for everything I did. You didn’t deserve that; you deserve something better."

"Dick-"

he held up his hand. "You deserve the world, sweetheart." he said, choked at the softness and pain in his own voice. "If I was Superman, I would fly to your window every morning and take you into the clouds just so you could experience what it's like for a heart to fly, like you make mine do. I'd go across the ends of the earth to find the sun after the sunset just to realise it can't be brighter than the smile that you give me in the morning. So, I came to tell you that I made a mistake." he says, quiet and unable to hold your gaze any longer. "I made the biggest mistake of my life. I want another chance." he takes a deep breath, nose burning as he tried to hold back his tears. "And if you don't want me back, I want you to know you deserve all that. Even if it's not me, never settle for anyone that will give you less than that." His voice cracked as he finished, and he swallowed.

He needed to leave. He had done his piece.

The shame swirled in his veins like a cloud and hurrying him to find his way down. His senses were dulled like he was struck with a concussion, thoughts echoing like they were in a tunnel. It was only when he felt the soft skin of your palm on his that his head snapped up. The moment his face was tilted up the light was blocked, and his face was warm.

It took him a good second to recognise the familiar feeling.

You were kissing him.

With a relieved sigh he let out a sigh straight from his chest, chasing after your touch desperately. He thought he may have been in a dream, but when he reached up to cradle your face with a palm, he knew that it wasn't true.

"You idiot." you breathe out, eyes fluttering as you part from the kiss. "You grade A, boy wonder, spandex clad idiot." your rest your forehead against his. "Tell me next time." your murmur, hand coming down to grip his and place it on your chest. “You’re not alone anymore, you know?"

A faint flicker of a smile danced its way across his lips, and his shoulders shook lightly as he laughed at himself. He leant up and brushed his lips against yours once more and finally, that little ball of rage fell through the fingers of that hurt young boy.

[dehydrated-turtle]

Morning Wood

//warnings// nsfw, 16+, mdni

//contents// Dick Grayson x transmasc!reader, fluffy, smut

//synopsis// how does morning wood lead to pussy eating? i guess that's just what gets dick off - wc: 1.6k

//on ao3//

The morning is golden, shimmering and dancing between the leaves on the trees, spilling through the glass of your bedroom window. Light dancing around the room and over your face as you start to stir. The lush greenery glowing in through the window and the robins chirping away as spring blooms outside. Your whole body comes to realization and consciousness in a couple of minutes. You feel an arm around your waist that comes up to meet your hand, fingers intertwined. You can feel the warm breath of your boyfriend, Dick Grayson along your neck, his nose nuzzled into you. 

You start to feel Dick move and hear the duvet shuffle as well as a groan that comes from his mouth that sounds suspiciously like a moan. He presses his hips into your back lightly and you feel his hard on, throbbing against your ass. His hand tightens around yours as his hips start to move lazily. Soft little moans spill from his throat as he keeps rolling into your back, sound asleep. You don’t really want him to stop because it’s really cute but you can tell he needs more and you’re already awake so might as well help the poor guy. 

“Dick…” you whisper, shaking his shoulder lightly, trying to wake him. 

“Hm?” He groaned, opening his eyes slowly. 

“You need some help there, bud?” 

“What… oh um…” he starts to go red as his eyes struggle to open and he avoids eye contact which earns a smile from you. 

“It’s ok, honey. Let me help.” 

“Hm, you’re too good to me…” He whispers as he cups your cheek with his hand and takes your lips into a soft and sensuous kiss, breathing against your face. Your hand travels to his waist, luring him toward you. You pull him, lightly, on top of you as you slip your tongue past his lips. He grants it entry with a low moan and earns a rolling of his hips. He’s rutting into your thigh now, you can feel his cock throbbing against your skin. The PJ shorts you are wearing have been pushed all the way up to your hips. 

“I have a fantastic idea…” he whispered into the crook of your neck. 

“Hm, and what would that be?” 

“You’ll see.” 

He started to shimmy his way down, pulling the duvet over his head, disappearing into the sea of sheets. You could feel him pull down your shorts and slip them off, discarding them somewhere under the covers. The anticipation is bubbling because you can’t see what he’s about to do. Your cunt is clenching around nothing, just waiting to see what he’s going to do. Or rather not see. 

You jump slightly when you feel a soft kiss on your inner thigh, a line of them being created, coming closer to your heat. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of your thigh, taking a large inhale, taking in your smell before carefully placing a sweet kiss directly on your growth earning a light moan from you. 

“Please…” you whisper, unsure if he can even hear you. 

A hand presses against your thigh, pushing it open and massaging the flesh gently. You can feel his breath against your folds, laughing as he watches you clench around nothing before licking a long stripe right through the slick. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back as the unexpected sensation renders you speechless. He starts sucking on your growth which has gotten hard with all the anticipation, his head bobbing up and down ever so slightly which you can see through the settled blankets. 

A sudden lack of sensation has you worried and more so confused before Dick lifts the duvet over his head, revealing his dazed, still half asleep face, panting just a tad. 

“Phew, it was getting hot in there!” he remarked before diving right back in. 

Now being able to see his hair laying perfectly, just resting on your pelvic bone, has you moaning beyond belief. You reach your hand down and tangle your fingers into his hair, pushing him further down. He flattens his tongue, flush onto your clit, looking up at you with a smile and satisfaction. You whine at the sight, god, if only he knew what he did to you. You moan, gutturally, throwing your head back as he starts sucking again. 

With your head back you couldn’t see his hand move towards your hole and slip a digit in, curling it up. Your thighs close around his head briefly in response to the unexpected panging in your lower abdomen. He pumps in and out a couple of times before sliding his ring finger in, leaving them inside and curling them up repeatedly. The recurring sensation hitting your g-spot makes the heat boil over. 

“Fuck… Dick, I-I’m cumming…” you whisper, unable to speak any louder, panting from the stimulation. 

All he does is hum against your clit, sending vibrations through your entire body. That finally pushes you over the edge, squeezing around his fingers and thighs shaking around his head, keeping him in place. He continues to lick and lap at your drenched cunt through and after your high, becoming overstimulated. But oh, does it feel good. The moaning mess you’ve become, almost screaming and trying to bite down on your lip before Dick finally lets go. 

“You’re such a good boy for me, hm?” He says cockily, planting kisses on your thighs. All you can manage is small whimpers of his name and heavy pants, legs relaxed now but still shaking and being massaged by Dick. 

His hands start to wander under the hoodie you’ve been wearing, just to your waist, massaging the flesh. He comes back up to your face, placing a kiss onto your lips, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. You can taste the cum on his tongue which makes you moan ever so slightly. He moans back when you grab the flesh on his ass and start to kneed it, pushing his hips into yours. You can feel his cock throbbing through the fabric of his boxers and onto your growth. God, it's intoxicating. 

“I need you inside me… please.” 

“I love it when you tell me exactly what you want, my prince because it’s my job to make it happen. What was it you wanted again?” oh he’s teasing. 

“Inside… Dick please”  

“As you wish.” (please get my princess bride reference it's one of my favourite movies) He slides his boxers off in one go, dick springing free. His cock is so pretty, glistening from all the precum in his soaked underwear. It jerked in anticipation before lightly drawing a line up your folds, spreading your slick over his tip. He places a hand on your hip before pushing in, so, so slowly, making sure you’re comfortable. You moan generously as his tip meets your cervix, sending a vigorous twang throughout your entire body. He starts to move inside you, dick throbbing at the silky warmth. A ring of white starts to form at the base of his cock as he slides mercilessly in and out of your hole. 

“That feel good, honey, hm? Me pounding into you like this? My handsome boy… you feel so good, so tight for me.” He mumbles into your ear, a warm breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. All you can muster out is a whimper, clawing at the skin on his back. “I love the sounds you make for me, honey. Fuck-” 

The thrusts of his hips start to become uneven and erratic. He’s close. His tip hitting your cervix with each movement, you start to feel a familiar heat boil in your abdomen. His persistent thrusts and mewling whines in your ear push you over the edge, cumming and clenching onto his cock. He keeps fucking into you through your high, thighs shaking against his skin. Your legs tied around his waist, pulling him in closer as he comes to his own high. The white rivers flowing into you, spilling into your canal. He whimpers into the fabric of your hoodie on your shoulder, jerking his hips every few seconds out of sensitivity. Your legs still around his torso you rub his back gently as he starts to recover. He places kisses on your neck while slowly pulling out, making sure you’re comfortable before collapsing on top of you like a weighted blanket and nuzzling into your chest. 

“Hm, you smell nice…” he whispers against the fabric of your sweater, hugging you tightly. 

“You’re such a flirt.” You say with a chuckle and run your fingers through his hair planting a kiss on the top of his head. 

“I just want to stay in your arms forever, my pretty boy. But alas, I must help you clean up, no?” He heaves himself off of you and hops off the bed, walking toward the bathroom, softening dick bouncing between his legs. 

He walks back out with a damp hand towel and a vigorous smile. Oh how he loves to clean you up. He climbs back onto the bed and spreads your legs. 

“Look at this beautiful mess, honey. You’re so heavenly.” he remarks making you blush. He dips his head down to kiss your inner thigh after wiping it with the cloth. He wipes up your core and all around until it’s free of any mess. He places another kiss on your pelvic bone. 

“Perfect…” Who knows if he means he’s finished or you’re perfect. Let’s go with the latter. 

He discards the small towel onto the floor before climbing up to where he was before, on top of you, laying into you and relaxing against your body, heaving a large sigh before promptly falling asleep again. It’s the weekend, let him sleep.

[smutinlove]

i just found your blog so idk if you've done this already but can I request a nightwing with a reader who's insecure about their body?

<3

of course!!

tw/reminders: insecurities; weight gain; angsty

it's a bit short

The mirror was your space. It was where you'd pick out the flaws from your body and glare. And you'd keep glaring until you couldn't. It wasn't your fault that you had gained a bit of weight or your skin was breaking out. It just happened.

You hated it, too.

Once again, you stood in front of the full-length mirror, picking at the flaws and criticizing yourself.

You heard the door to your bedroom creak open; you jumped back in surprise. It was Dick, or, well, Nightwing. He seemed to have just gotten back from patrolling the streets of Bludhaven.

"Babe, hey," you stammered; he had arrived early, earlier than you'd expected too. He took off his mask. "Hey, love," he said, a sly grin forming on his face.

He noticed your grim expression and rushed towards you. "Are you alright, did something happen?" Dick's hand cupped your cheek.

"I'm fine. I am fine," you replied, trying your best not to let down the facade you built. His gaze softened. "It's okay, love. Tell me what happened."

And just then, you melted at his words and found yourself crying into his shoulder as he whispered sweet words of affirmation into your ear.

"I hate it. I hate things... things about my body and the way I look, Dick," you finally managed to confess. "Baby, no, you're perfect just the way you are, okay?" Dick replied.

"No, there are these voices in my head, telling me that I'm not enough, and I can't help but listen to them."

"Love, you're the sun that lights up the world. You're fucking beautiful. I love you, okay? I fucking love you. And I know that you're the most beautiful person," he cupped your cheek. "You're perfect." Dick stated, staring deeply into your eyes.

[nightwingsbodaciousbootay]

After Hours | DickGrayson x Female Reader

Warning: Smut 18+

Tags: Mirror Sex, Smut, Nsfw, dirty talk, fingering, oral fem receiving, unprotected sex

You and Dick were getting ready for another infamous Wayne gala. Well, you were getting ready… Dick had finished half an hour ago. Instead, he sat on the bed behind you and watched intently as you applied your lipstick, looking at yourself in the full-length mirror. Even though your eyes weren't focused on him you could feel his gaze locked intently on your lips. 

Your eyes flickered to look at him through the mirror, his eyes caught yours as he slowly ran his hand down his face. You felt your face burn, and a familiar feeling began to spread through your body, but especially between your legs. Almost as if he could sense your desire he stood from his spot on the bed. He was standing so close to you that you could feel the ghost of his touch. After a second of silence, he ran his hand down your back slowly where your bright blue dress split because you hadn’t zipped it up yet. He loved when you wore this color when you wore his color. 

You jumped from the contact of his cold hand against your warm skin, goosebumps erupting all over you. And you didn't even need to look to know he had his usual cocky smirk plastered to his face.

“Dick, can you zip up my dress?” You asked, still feeling his hand roaming your bare skin, “Please?”

He slowly pulled the zipper, his eyes lingering on your back, “You know, we still have some time, we could-”

“Hell no Dick, last time we were so late we missed Bruce’s speech”

He sighed but zipped up your dress anyway. However, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Dick never pressed you if you said no, but this time you wanted it just as bad as he did, maybe even more.

While you were in your thoughts, Dick leaned over you to grab something, pressing himself into your ass. You could feel just how hard you made him, just the thought of how much you affected him turned you on even more. When he pulled back he was holding his favorite of your necklaces, a dainty gold necklace, with a small diamond heart at the end, he had bought it for you on your third date. Even though it had been two years since then, the day felt like only yesterday.

You moved your hair to the side so that he could put the necklace on you. You watched him through the mirror as he tried to get the clasp over and over again, the intense focus on the vigilante’s face making you giggle. When he finally got it he took a step back and his eyes dragged over you, finally landing on yours through the mirror.

“Absolutely Perfect.”

You could feel his cold hands slip under your dress, his hands grabbed your thighs and his thumbs began to trace circles into your flesh. You could feel the burning desire for him growing inside of you.

“Dick-”

“I know baby” He attempted to pull back from your thighs but you put your hands on top of his.

“No, Dick I want to” 

He resumed the tracing, as he pressed further into your back and leaned his head on your shoulder.

 “Are you sure?”

“Yes, please” You gasped.

He flipped you around to face him, “Tell me what you want.”

“Dick, I want” The feeling of his hands moving up your thighs to settle on the band of your panties pulled a small gasp from your lips.

“Come on baby, tell me what you want.”

“Dick I want you, please I need you.”

The second those words left your lips he dropped to his knees, causing the room to shake. And he quickly pulled down your panties to your ankles. The whole time he stared, his eyes never leaving yours.`

With one hand he lifted up your dress and held it against your stomach. The other hand moved up to your dripping cunt, bearly touching you. 

“You’re so wet for me baby, such a slut for me.”

His words caused you to whine and rock your hips into him, “Dick please, stop teasing me”

He smirked before slowly putting one finger inside of you. He moved at a tantalizing pace. Before slowly beginning to rub slow circles on your clit with his thumb. You moaned at his movements, causing him to add another finger. He began to speed up before he brought his mouth to your needy pussy, he slowly licked your clit. His fingers still pumping inside of you. The more you moaned the more he speed up. He let go of your dress and held onto your thigh to brace himself, causing his head to disappear under it. Dick licked your pussy like he was dying of thirst, he was amazing. The most obscene noises filled the room. 

Once you felt your orgasm coming you leaned back against the mirror. 

“Dick I’m cumming don’t stop.”  And he didn't, he kept sucking your clit and pumping his fingers until waves of pleasure came over you. You screamed his name over and over as you came.

When you finished he stoop up. He stared into your eyes as he slowly brought his fingers to his lips, right before sucking your cum off of them. When he finished, he slammed his lips to yours. You kissed until you both needed to take a breath.

“You taste so amazing, baby.” Dick said before kissing you again. When he pulled back this time, his eyes were filled with overwhelming desire. “Turn around, face the mirror. I want you to watch as I fuck you.”

You did as he said turning around to face the mirror again, using it to watch as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge cock. The two of you had done this so many times before, yet each time you were filled with anticipation and need. 

Dick grabbed your hips and pulled your ass towards him so quickly that you had to rush to put your hands against the wall to stabilize yourself.

“Such a good slut for me, you want to watch yourself as I fuck you?”

You rolled your eyes, Dick was always so chatty. 

Dick slowly pushed his cock inside of you, you watched yourself as you started to moan.

“Oh Dick, please. I need it please.”

That same cocky smirk spread across his face, as he started slowly thrusting inside of you. “God your tight baby, I love this pussy.” 

He was going at a painfully slow pace, never passing up a chance to be a tease.

“Dick faster, go faster”

“Wow, Such a needy slut for me, arent you?” He finally began to pick up the pace until he was pounding into you. He reached his hand around and started rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb again.  You could feel your cunt stretching to fit his fat cock all the way inside. 

He moaned loudly in your ear before grabbing your hair and lightly tugging, “Fuck baby you feel so good wrapped around me. Do you like that? Do you like how I fuck you?”

“Yes! Oh god yes, Dick you’re so big. Don't stop.”

You didn't know who to watch in the mirror, Dick was downright beautiful as he fucked you, his face flushed and his hair tussled. But your own face was flushed and filled with your own pleasure as he thrusted inside of you. It was something you had never seen before.

 Dick wrapped his free arm tightly around your waist and lifted you until you were on your tippy toes. He fucked up into you at an alarming speed, the new angle allowing for him to reach even deeper inside of you. He filled you completely, and you loved it. You squeezed like a vice around him. His thrusts started becoming sloppier, and his moans started to get louder.

Your own moans became louder too, and just as you felt yourself peaking, Dick moaned out “Fuck I’m cumming.” 

The moment you felt his cum shooting inside of you, you came to. You both steamed each other's names, orgasming together. After you both rode out your highs, Dick slowly fucked the last of his cum into your pussy. 

He stayed inside of you completely still, for just a moment before pulling out, and swiftly pulling up your panties. Your pussy still filled with his cum. You watched, dazed as he zipped up his pants, and fixed your dress.

“Come on baby, you don't wanna be late” 

A/N This is my first time writing smut so I hope you enjoyed it! I am hoping to do more and I am open to tips and requests <3

[eyeheartboobiez]

-> 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

-> 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗎!

-> 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾 (𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗒𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 ) 𝖾𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖡𝗋𝗎𝖼𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗒𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾.

-> 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇🫶🏿

Gotham royalty, Dick Grayson, caught with actress Y/N Y/LN behind the scenes of upcoming movie (3/5/2023 1:52 PM)

For months now, fans have been questioning the mysterious relationship between Dick Grayson and Hollywood’s favorite star, Y/N Y/LN. While this may come as a surprise to some, for most of us, it was kind of expected.

Just this morning, the two were seen outside of the actress's trailer on the set of her upcoming movie. The young actress, most notable for her acclaimed EGOT status, is using the feature film to officially bring and end to her acting hiatus.

For a little over three years now, Y/N has practically shut herself out from the public eye, wanting to take care of personal matters in her life. Insiders report that regardless of her "mysterious health condition", she's back and better than ever!

And of course, despite most of the filming taking place in the heart of New York, the gothamite had no trouble traveling to to visit her on set. Paparazzi spotted the apparent couple looking closer than usual just as Dick was seen leaving her trailer.

Throughout the years, both celebrities have been stuck in the classic "will they, won't they" situationship. We can easily take a quick look at the history of the two when they were introduced to each other through their mutual friend, Kori Anders.

Kori, who also happens to be co-starring in the same film as Y/LN, has noted in the past how much she would love for both friends to get together, saying that:

"I know most people usually don't want their besties to date each other, but I actually wouldn't mind. Dick is a good guy, and he's the kind of guy that Y/N could really use right now..."

On the other hand, Y/N has made it clear in the past that she's not looking for a relationship, wanting to focus on her son, Jonathan, instead. After getting pregnant by her ex (who ended up cheating on her, ouch!), the actress tried to keep her life as private as possible.

Dick, on the other hand, absolutely adores Y/N and her son! Over the course of their decade long friendship, the billionaire has proven to be a prominent figure in the child's life. Even this past March, the eldest Wayne flew both the mother and her little five year old out of the country to vacation with him in Italy.

Even though the celebs constantly try to deny any dating rumors, the proof is in the pudding now! No matter how much they try to defend their so called "friendship", we can't help but love the way they love.

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@bigdickgrayson: Welp I guess the secret's out. These past few years have been some of the best years of my life all thanks to the little family I get to call my own. After getting married, I get to call myself a dad to not only my son Johnny, but to my beautiful baby girl Mari as well. Of course, while Johnathan may not be mine by blood, I still love him and his sister as my own. After practically raising him alongside my beautiful wife, there's nothing else I would see him as. These people here are the light of my life and I am forever greatful for it. Love you Y/NN❤️

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user1: THERE'S TWO???

⤷ user2: no actually since when was there a second one🧍‍♀️

user3: ahh the babies are too cute!!

user4: he's not a step father he's the father that stepped UP

@y/nofficial: 🩵

⤷ @bigdickgayson: 💙

⤷ user5: CRWING SCREAMING SOBBING

⤷ user6: when is it my turn bro PLEASE

user7: congra😭tula😭tions😭😭

user8: my royal family fr🫶

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@y/nofficial: my lil yeah <3

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user1: fym "lil yeah" girl yall are MARRIED

user2: WAR IS OVERRR

user3: im so happy for you mamas <3

user4: i like how dick wrote a whole essay while miss girl is out here giving us scraps😭

⤷ user5: bro she will NAWT hesitate to deactivate her entire account go get a straw and suck it up abeg

user6: still can't wrap my head around the fact that she hid a whole ass baby right under our noses💀

@bigdickgrayson: 💙

⤷ @y/nofficial: 🩵

⤷ user7: somebody catchme.... imma pass out..

user8: the true people's princess🥹

notice how i used e news for dick and tmz for jason because it matches their color scheme👀 also ty abby for giving me the idea to give them two kids instead of one ily foreva and eva

[pricetagofficial]

Day 15: Holiday Market

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings: None really, just Dick being a cutie patootie.

A/N: Welcome to day 15! We only have 10 days left! Ya girl came down with the sickness so these might not be as good or as long because I feel like I just got chewed up and spat back out by Jeff the Landshark. That's because I was just playing Marvel Rivals so yes I did. Header by me, divider by @cafekitsune

Masterlist

It was mid December, and Dick had surprised you with a trip to Europe. He thought a little getaway was a great idea, to escape the doom and gloom that was Gotham City.

He was right of course, but that was something you would never tell him. Dick would never let you live it down.

You had gone through different countries, really taking advantage of the time --and money-- you had.

The two of you were in Germany now, and you both decided that a walk around the local holiday market would be a fabulous idea.

Wrapping coats, Dick had your arm linked with his as you walked together looking at the many options.

The air smelled of fresh bread and Gluhwein. You had never heard of the second thing, but Dick told you it was amazing. Later you had come to find out it was warmed, spiced German wine that was drank in the holiday season.

"We should bring back gifts for everyone,"

Dick chuckled. "You've said that at the last three markets, and we've gotten them all a gift at the last three markets."

You looked up at him with a smile. "But none of those were from Germany, Dick. We have to get them a gift from here too!"

He wasn't going to win this argument, was he? Just like he didn't win the last two about the same topic.

Dick let out a playful sigh as he rolled his eyes. "Alright, but nothing too big. We are running out of space in our luggage. We do have to fly home in a few days, you know?"

Reaching on your toes to kiss his cheek, you smiled.

"You're the best, Dickie."

"I know,"

With a laugh, you walked up to various stalls as Dick stood back and watched. He loved seeing you light up with so much life. This trip really did some good for both of you.

As you shopped, Dick browsed around and bought you both some chocolate-covered fruit and the classic gluhwein. When he returned he saw that you had a few bags hanging off your arms already.

"Think you have enough there, beautiful?"

You gave Dick an incredulous look.

"Obviously not?"

Dick laughed as he handed you your snack. "Well, you need to eat up. Don't need you getting sick or something before we get home."

Taking the treat with a smile, you pecked his lips.

"I love you, Dick Grayson."

Dick cupped your cheek and returned the kiss. "I love you too, sweetheart."

[redbird-tf]

Mended Hearts

Nightwing x batsis reader

Summary: Nightwing awakens in the Batcave after a mind-controlling encounter with the Mad Hatter, only to discover he hurt the person he cares for most. How could he ever forgive himself.

Word count: 930

Warning: mention of injuries

Nightwing's head was foggy as he slowly gained consciousness, it felt like he had been out for weeks. His heavy eyes finally opened and recognized the familiar rock ceiling above him as the bat cave. He tried to sit up but found it impossible. He turned his head and found himself restrained to a medical table. His body ached at every inch, and his memory was fogged beyond belief, What happened to him?

“Bruce? Alfred?” He tried to call out, but his throat was raw and dry. He lay there for hours trying to remember what had happened knowing there was probably good reason he was in such a state. He turned his head hearing the door open and saw Alfred stepping into the cave. “Master dick, you're awake” he stated with a little shock in his voice, he walked over and began examining him. “What happened?” Dick asked. “Let me call master bruce first”

Less than 2 minutes had passed before the bat appeared, and made his way to dicks side. “Nightwing do you remember your name?” Bruce asked “dick grayson, what going on?” He asked growing more anxious “What was the last thing you remember,” Bruce asked again, “i- i don't remember, why am i here Bruce!? What happened!?” He asked pulling against his restraints. “Alfred?” Bruce questioned “i believe whatever effects mad hatter had on master dick have worn off” Alfred stated. “Someone answer me!” Dick demanded. Bruce sighed removing his mask and began undoing his restraints. “A week ago, we were dispatched to deal with the mad hatter after he escaped from Arkham. We had infiltrated his hiding place. We were dealing with his goons when you spotted Hatter and against my orders went after him alone. By the time i caught up, you were gone” bruce explained

“and how did i end up back here,” dick asked rubbing his wrist “Over the week I and the others responded to sightings of you and followed your trail. You were being mind controlled by him, you attacked multiple of us when we confronted you until i and Tim was able to take you down” Bruce finished. “Hatter?” He questioned for the last time, “taken care of” Bruce stated.

Bruce took dick back up to the manor to rest properly where he ran into Tim and Damian. “I see you're not beating anyone down anymore,” Damian said in his bratty voice. “I'm so sorry, both of you, i never wanted to hurt you…” he explained in sorrow. “Where y/n?” He asked turning to Bruce “On a mission, now go rest” Bruce demanded. Dick tried to sleep but was pledged by guilt, he couldn’t sleep until he knew exactly what he had done. He silently made his way down the bat cave stairs before pausing. “Are you planning to tell master dick the truth about y/n?” Alfred asked Bruce who was busy at the computer “No, i want y/n to be able to make that decision, he’s already too hard on himself” Bruce's tone was serious. Dicks mind started to run.“have you told her about Master dicks current state?” Alfred questioned back “No, i don't know how she’ll react” he stated coldly.

“What happened to y/n?” They both turned around in shock, “you should be in bed” Bruce started “What have i done!?” Dick shouted fear and anger laced his words. “Get in the car” Bruce instructed. They had arrived at one of the many safe houses and Bruce led him to a room slowly opening the door. There you were, an arm in a cast, heavy bandages around your head and throat, heavily stitched lacerations and hooked up to a heart monitor. Dick backed himself into the wall guilt and denial filling his body. “She was the first one to make contact with you…” Bruce paused seeing the fear on his son's face “I'll give you a moment” Bruce said excusing himself.

dick watched your chest rise and fall while you slept unable to look away. He couldn’t believe it, he had beaten someone he loved, his sister, to a bloody pulp. How could he let himself do that? “Dick..?” He broke from his trance seeing you awaken. More fear filled his body unknowing how you'd react to seeing your attacker. Your eyes were wide but slowly softened as you realized the man across from you looked more terrified than you. Your body was weak but you mustered the strength to hold your hand out towards him.

He was shocked but slowly made his way towards you, softly taking your hand into his, holding it as if it was made of glass. His knees collapsed at your bedside and tears streamed down his face. “Y/n i am so sorry for what I've done, I promise you’ll never have to see me again” he cried “No!” you screeched with a hoarse voice “Y/n, i almost killed you, You're not safe around me,” he explained grinding his teeth at the thought. “Please, dick...i still need you” you began to cry “i don't care what happened that night, it wasn’t your dick!” you said weakly gripping his hand “But it was..” he whispered “No, dick you were the first person i ever felt safe with. The only person i felt i could trust completely. I need you. Ill always need dick Grayson” you cried out. He embraced you so softly, allowing you to hide your teary face in the crock of his neck. “I'll be here as long as you need me”

[notthesoup]

Chat low key I really want to write a dick grayson/wally west story set in the dc vs vampires universe what do we think 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[that-sea-sponge]

The Dichotomy of Grayson

"Dick was the happy Robin!" Yeah. Sometimes. "Dick was the angry, feral Robin!" That too! "Dick only has sex in committed relationships!" Mostly? "Dick sleeps with strangers." He's been known to. "Dick is a cheater!" Well, yeah, I guess, but let's not open that box tonight. "Dick was fired from Robin!", "No, Dick quit.", "No, it was you can't fire me, I quit!" Depends on the day really. Look, the character has been around a loooong time. You can justify just about any take on the character you want to write and back it up with canon text.

There are just a few rock solid character traits. 1) Dick believes that he can make the difference. Not a difference - THE difference. 2) Dick will prove to you that's the case, so don't count him out. 3) He loves love. He's cononically all about love and hope. That man LOVES powerfully, passionately, and completely. It's the character's greatest strength and weakness. That's why so many people interpret him as somewhere on the LGBTQ+ spectrum. Why should color, creed, species, or gender make a difference to that kind of love?

[musings-and-fandoms]

Lust

Heyo! I hope you enjoy this fic. It's my first time writing something like this lol.

Rating: M

Characters: Dick x reader

Dick and you were sitting on the couch trying to be secrete with your flirting and cuddling with Tim and Damian in the kitchen a few feet away from you two. The siblings could sense that you needed some privacy and Tim spoke,

                “Tim, I think an evening drive would be lovely tonight, yes? We could see the sunset, I know how you love the Gotham sunset,” Tim snorted and played a long.

                “Yes, that sounds wonderful! Will you two be alright if we went?” he addressed you and Dick. You nodded eagerly. Damian went to grab the car keys from the hook at the door. “We shouldn’t be more than an hour or so, you two have fun,” They left in a hurry.

                “Fucking finally!” You said. “I thought we’d never get some time to ourselves tonight,” Dick laughed and pulled you into his lap and went for a kiss. It was electric and needy. Tongues danced around each other as they tried to swallow the other into the kiss. You sighed heavily and gently bit Dick’s bottom lip, sucking on it causing Dick to let out a deep groan. You two broke apart panting heavily; staring into each other’s eyes for a moment before going back to another needy kiss.

                “I’ve got to have you,” you said. “Please,” Your hands worked on his belt undoing it with ease with quick nimble fingers. Dick could feel himself getting aroused and painfully hard from the friction of your thighs rubbing against him as you two made out sloppily. He hisses as you cupped his bulge through his boxers and Dick leaned into the touch.

                Dick wasted no time in getting your clothing off fully, being thrown across the room haphazardly. Dick moved his mouth to your neck and sucked and gently bit at the soft skin. You mewled in pleasure, your body on fire as Dick gave a series of kisses down your collar bone where he bit hard, causing you to yelp and jump.

                “Sorry, too hard?” he mumbled as he steadied your hips against his and rocked into yours. (Y/N) let out a soft sigh at the movement.

                “N-no, love. I will definitely have a love bite there tomorrow,” You toyed with Dick’s nipples; twisting and pinching them causing the clone to let out a small hiss of pleasure.

                “You’re a tease, babe,” he said as he took one of your breasts into his mouth and sucked hard.  You let out a louder moan as your sensitive nipple was being played with in Dick’s mouth. There would be another hickey there as well.

 Heat swelled in your lower belly, and Dick could feel your pussy getting wet. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, but Dick wouldn’t allow it—not without permission.

“I need you to touch me, please,” You whispered into the man’s ear. “Please, love,” Dick chuckled low and moved his hands down his lover’s body slowly teasing the hot flesh with feather light touches causing you to arch into the touch. “Shit, Dick,”

Dick reached the hem of the panties that you wore and paused for a moment to look at them. They were light blue with a small bow and lace trim; he couldn’t wait to take them off, but there would be enough time. Using one of his fingers, Dick rubbed a knuckle against the soft fabric and noticed how wet you were already. You involuntarily pushed into his touch letting out a needy moan. 

                “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me, baby,” he whispered as he rubbed them through the thin material. You let out another whimper of pleasure and hitched their hips into the touch. “How much do you want me?”

“Please, Dick, please, I need you, please,” you whispered in a husky tone. “It’s been too long!” Dick rubbed your sensitive mound a little harder making sure to not rub the sensitive bud too much.

“It has,” Dick mumbled. “God, I just want to take you hard and fast, but we’re going to take our time, got it?” you whimpered, and you closed your eyes. “I’m going to make you enjoy this time we have,”                 You sighed and slowed your hips against the other’s finger against her wet mound. “O-okay, babe,” Dick loved it when you called him pet names; it was so sexy the way it came out. He captured your mouth once again in a hot passionate kiss. You both moaned against each other’s mouths as you rocked their hips against his causing an electric tingle to go up both your spines.

                Dick stood up, easily holding his lover against his flushed body and walked them into Dick’s bedroom, where he gently laid you down on the bed. He positioned himself on top of your body making sure he wasn’t putting his full weight on yours.

                “Hey,” you quietly said as you made eye contact in the moment. Strong emotions welled up inside their chest which you could only describe as passion and love for your lover. “I’m so lucky to have you,”

Dick cupped your face in his hands and gently kissed your forehead tenderly.

“So am I,” Dick replied before giving you another gentle kiss on the lips. You kissed repeatedly like you couldn’t get enough of each other. Dick slipped a hand in between your thighs once again rubbing at your sex gently; causing you to sigh against his mouth. He could feel your want, and it only drove him crazier, but Dick pulled himself together. How he wanted to just wreck his you until your body gave out from pleasure.

You moved their hips against the fingers that were currently driving you mad trying to get more friction or anything. Dick really knew how to tease you to drive you crazy carnally. You needed more of him; you wanted to meld into Dick’s body to become one with him. You just needed Dick and only Dick.

“Dick, please, I need you,” you moaned. “Please,”

Dick chuckled as he kissed your stomach making a trail down to your panties. “Since you asked so nicely,” He hooked his fingers along the elastic and in one quick motion pulled them off your body and tossed it on the floor. With no time wasted, Dick gave one strong lick to your weeping cunt; causing you to cry out in pleasure and arch off the bed.

“Fuck! A little warning would’ve been nice,” you panted. The man only chuckled as he continued to lick and suck at the sensitive flesh. It drove you crazy.

Dick could hear you moaning and cursing under your breath as he continued to eat you out. He ran his tongue down your slit, circling the entrance which was soaking wet already. Going back up to your clit, which was swollen, Dick licked it with earnest. You arched off the bed; crying out at the intensity of pleasure you were feeling throughout your body. It was maddening; all you could do was make noise and ride the waves. You were already so close to the edge, and you knew Dick could tell by the way he was sucking at your sensitive flesh.

“Dick, Dick, Dick,” you chanted over and over again as you could feel your climax approaching just from his mouth on your cunt. “I’m close, I’m so close,” Finally, you felt your orgasm approach and it hit hard. Pleasure crashed throughout your body causing you to spasm and cry out loudly. You felt like had been cumming for minutes as Dick didn’t let up their onslaught against your pussy until you had to forcefully push him away.

                “Oh, fucking hell,” you repeated and squirmed as the orgasm subsided, but you still felt the high of the aftershocks. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you tried to calm your breathing down. “Fuck, holy fucking shit. That was amazing, Dick,” The euphoria of the climax made you dizzy but in a good way.

                Dick felt pride in what he caused. He always loved seeing you in throws of pleasure that he created. Moving back up your body, leaving kisses here and there, he captured your mouth once again in a kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips and you licked Dick’s bottom lip getting more of yourself.

                “If you think that was amazing, just you wait until I’m fucking you hard into the mattress,” he mumbled into the kiss. That sent a shiver down your spine. “Ready for round two?” You nodded eagerly.

                Dick repositioned himself in between your legs, focused on the task at hand. He slipped one finger into your hot wet entrance pumping it in and out. Once he deemed it okay, a second finger was added. You groaned at the second intrusion and clamped down around the two digits. With the other hand, Dick gently rubbed circles on your clit. Dick took his time opening you up to be able to take his thick member. Crooking his fingers up against your wet walls, Dick brushed against the spot where he knew would drive you mad.

                “Oh shit, Dick,” you moaned and pushed down harder against his fingers. “Yeah, right there, baby,” He sped up with movements until only the room was filled with your moans and the wetness of your pussy as he fingers fucked you. Your cries got louder as they were once again nearing the edge of bliss. Dick didn’t let up; he knew you were close as he rubbed your clit harder and added a third finger inside. That sent you over. You screamed in pleasure as waves of an intense orgasm crashed through your body.

                Dick groaned at the sight of his lover in the throes of passion. Just seeing you in pure bliss almost sent him over the edge too, but luckily, he controlled himself. Warm liquid oozed out of your entrance coating his hand and the bed; he had made you squirt. He removed his fingers and tasted you on them. Another groan escaped him as he sucked on his fingers.

You lay on the bed panting as you rode your last bit of high. “Fuck,” you whispered. “That was fucking amazing, Dick,” Dick smiled at you; happy that they could bring such pleasure to you.

“We’re just getting started, love,” he said. “Do you need a minute to gather yourself?” You laughed at the question and shook your head; you were ready for another round. Dick took your legs and hooked them over his arms as he was guided by you into your hot core slowly. He moaned loudly and tried to keep himself from cumming from the sheer intensity of your hot and wet canal. You squeezed yourself around Dick’s large member a couple of times to test the waters. Every time, you could never get used to his cock being so big. You hissed in a combination of pleasure and pain. “You alright?” he asked.

“Y-yeah, it’s just been a while,” you replied. “Forgot how big you are,” Dick leaned down and kissed you, hoping it would help through the process of entering. When Dick was fully sheathed inside of you, he waited to get the all clear; giving you time to adjust to his size. You moved your hips slowly testing out the waters with each gentle thrust. Dick’s member brushed against the spot inside you deliciously and you couldn’t help but to let out a breathy moan and arched into the movement.

“You need to go faster,” you said and met his hips in a thrust. “Please, shit, go harder and faster,” Dick took that cue to do such that. He picked up his pace and threw your legs over each shoulder to get a deeper angle. All you could do was writhe under the man’s merciless pounding. The room was filled with moans and skin slapping against skin as you both chased your orgasms. Each thrust from Dick filled you to the brim over and over again. You cried out unintelligible noises, digging your heels into Dick’s shoulders as he met his every thrust into your core.

Dick was losing his control of himself. Seeing you in the throes of wanton bliss and need drove him to go harder and harder. He slipped out and without any warning, flipped you onto your stomach and entered you again in one smooth motion. You buried your face into the pillow, biting it. The new angle that Dick was pounding you with was deep and aggressive—the way you liked it. All you could do was grab the headboard and seek out your pleasure.

 You could feel Dick was closing to his climax and you wanted to be able to come together. It was like Dick knew what you wanted, and he reached around to your front and vigorously rubbed at your swollen clit. you cried out in pleasure at the assault from both sides. You moaned like a needy whore, body convulsing with every thrust and touch your climax was coming hard and fast. A scream tore through your throat as strong passion swelled throughout your entire body as your orgasm took you. It felt like it lasted forever, and you didn’t want it to end; you loved the high that came with the release. You could feel and hear Dick behind you finding his own end as his movements became erratic and then stilled as he emptied his seed inside.

Eventually, you two came down from your euphoria and you cleaned up as best as you could. Dick made sure that you were doing alright after the many rounds of orgasms you had. Lying in the bed, basking in the afterglow of the escapades, half asleep, you two talked quietly to one another until you both drifted off to sleep.

[yourbridgebetweenworlds]

Dick Grayson Masterlist

Nothing yet...

[messenger-of-babel]

Dillon and Kitty

Summary: You take Dick home to the farm for a breath of fresh air. It's perfect, but there's something weighing on his mind. (Dick Grayson x fem! reader)

Word Count: 3.5K

Notes: A little self indulgent, I'm homesick and got hooked listening to country again so this popped out. I loved writing country reader (but that might be the self indulgence hehe) I might make some others in the same theme. Reader wears a dress and is alluded as female, no other warnings tonight.~ Second to last post of this challenge, I didn't think I'd even get this far. Thank you for your support so far. 🥺🥺

Also for anyone wondering- the title is a reference from Gunsmoke, an old western. I got reminded of it while listening to Toby Keith and in the show Dillon and Ms. Kitty have this 'will-they-won't-they' relationship that tugged at my heart so I put a bit of that ache in there too. 🫣🫣

Enjoy Sweethearts~! xx

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You loved being out of the city. You loved being back in the sky for once, and the fact that you could walk away to a quiet spot in your house and not be bombarded with the sounds of cars and arguments on the city streets. You'd gladly trade your heels for a pair of work boots if you could, give your father another pair of hands on the farm. You could take your coffee under the big oak tree by the back porch that had seen you and your siblings break bones and scrape skin, instead of the cramped fire escape that was covered in rain more often than not.

You might have only gone back for a small holiday, but you couldn’t help the thoughts that wondered just 'what if' you did come back. You know that your mother would fuss over it happily, and your father would grumble but not protest. They had sent you away to have a better chance at life, so that you could go wherever your dream wanted to take you. You weren't sure how dream like Gotham could be, with its bleak skies, crime, and constant bustle. Your friends who still lived out by here laughed at you, but you knew that if you had never left, you never would have made your dream come true.

More accurately, you would have never met the man of your dreams, Dick Grayson.

You had both run into each other at a charity event, something you had gotten to attend through your degree in place of your professor. You felt out of place in the ballroom, filled with the rich and elite. You were no stranger to the upturned noses and lingering stares of city folk when you came in to shop with no time to change, still in your work clothes and with dust covered skin. However, being regarded like you were tracking mud across the polished floors when you were in your finest, was new. You knew these events were a big deal, everyone trying to get a ticket to the famous Bruce Wayne's extravagant gala, to taste the high life for a night.

You would be lying if you said that you hadn't been interested in the concept, the high-class events that seemed to be something out of a fairytale. No one would’ve blamed you for wanting to look inside, except the other party guests it seemed. You weren't dressed in anything racy, renting out a modest dress that matched the jewellery you had. Your roommate had done your makeup for you, and you did your hair yourself. You knew that you cleaned up nice, but it appeared that the country air clung to you still.

Socialising had become a nightmare, with people hesitant to even talk to you. The ones that did wavered in confidence when you said that you were still a student, your professors name doing little to ease their worries. You had no family name to shield you, no massive corporation at your back. You quickly realised that they weren't talking to you, because you couldn't do something for them. Even though you had no intent on working with rich assholes like them, the feeling of being useless quickly crept into the back of your mind. So much so, that you were stuck in that thought until you roughly collided with someone, and felt the barely sipped glass of champagne you cradled spill all the way down the front of your dress.

"I'm so sorry," are the first words that come out of your mouth, hands flying to the other person. You look up, hearing a soft chuckle and the blood drains from your face. Dick Grayson, the first adopted son of tonight’s host. He must recognise the panic on your face, because he laughs quietly and wraps a large palm around the crook of your elbow and pull you to the side. You expect to get scolded, but he takes you to a corner away from prying eyes and pulls out his pocket square.

"Here, use this." he says softly, smile on his lips. You take it after an apprehensive second, beginning to dry the fabric the best you can. "I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, that's completely on me." he says, eyes crinkling with worry. You shake your head in protest, swallowing hard.

"No, no, I wasn't either. Did I get your suit?"

He holds his hands up, "No, no, you're fine. Didn't get a drop on me." he smiles. "So don't worry." his eyes flit back down to the stain creeping across your front. He winces studying the wet patch. "Can I replace the dress for you?" he offers. "Get you a new one as an apology."

You shake your head violently, mind racing. He said is so casually, as if it was loose change to him.

"Oh, no. This isn't even my dress, it's a rental." you wave him off. "I'll just get it dry cleaned, and if that doesn't work, I'll just pay the fee. It's nothing for you to worry about."

His head tilts slightly to the side, strands of ebony hair tickling his forehead.

"You don't own the dress?" he asks, and your shoulders slump. You nod, expecting him to turn up his nose. The wealth in this single room made your head spin, and you watched his face. he was going to shrug you off and take his pocket square back, re-emerge into the sea of glittering people with silk lined pockets.

"It looks like it was made for you."

That makes your eyes widen and your cheeks burn with heat. He lets a pearly grin slip forward, making little lights dance in his eyes mischievously.

"Thank you." you stutter out, hands smoothing down the fabric.

"At least give me your details," he persists. "I'll pay for the dry cleaner and the fee if it comes to that. It was my fault, don't worry."

You smile hesitantly, mind wandering. Was he going to hold this over your head? Make you pay him back with favours that cost you more than you could afford?

"But I do have a favour to ask."

There it was.

He must have sensed the tension in your shoulders and the flicker of fear that ran across your face, because he raised his hands and softened his expression. "Feel free to say no of course."

You make your mouth move, tone hesitant. "What is it?"

"You wear it on our first date."

Your jaw drops open a little wider in shock, and a shit eating grin spreads across his face. You give a single, stunned nod and he beams wider. "Excellent. I'll be in touch. I'd stay longer, but Bruce will be insufferable if I disappear and make him handle all those vultures alone. I hope you can understand." he sends you a sympathetic and sheepish gaze, keeping eye contact with you as he drifts away into the crowd.

Two days later when you went to pick up the dress from the drycleaners, it was gone. You had panicked, calling the store to apologise, but oddly enough they couldn't find the dress in their system anymore. Tired from a long day of chasing, you found a tied package at your apartment door. Unwrapping the paper on your bed, you couldn't help but smile pulling out the dress you wore to the gala, freshly cleaned. Alongside it was a navy jewellery box, carrying a matching necklace. The piece of paper inside was written in a hastily scrawled handwriting, messier than you'd have expected from his pedigree.

I told you the dress was made for you. Call me to make plans.

-Dick

That had started the beginning of your relationship with the man who cheered you on relentlessly while you chased your dream. You called home so often that your mother had fallen in love with him too without even meeting him, while your father grew continually irritated with the way Dick's name became a household one without ever setting foot on the property. So, after a year of dating and having gone to meet his family multiple times (where upon meeting Bruce, you could tell where Dick had adopted many of his mannerisms) he was finally coming to see the place where you had grown up.

The second your car had rolled through the gates and hit park; your younger siblings were running towards you at full pelt. Correction, Lacey, your pocket rocket ten-year-old sister threw herself at Dick for a hug, while your quieter teen brother, Marcus watched from the porch.

"Are you Dickie?" Lacey had all but shouted at him, making him look at you. You stifled giggles behind your hand as he looked down at her, gently pulling her off before crouching. "You must be Lacey?" he asked with the soft smile he reserved for kids. She giggled and grinned at you, beaming.

"He knows my name!" she squeals, before giving you a big hug herself.

You laugh and send her back to your brother who was keeping his distance, sending a shrug to Dick as you go to unload the car. You can hear the fly screen rattle and the voices of your parents, signalling the start of a very active dinner. "Welcome, city boy." you smirk at him, leaning over to give him a peck on the lips. He pulls you close and kisses you back, hand cradling your neck before he parts.

"Good to be here." he smiles.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

The week had flown by and he had settled in well, while your body fell back into your old routine like clockwork. Your father had been sceptical of Dick at the beginning, but Dick had proven himself rather quickly, offering to help out. He wasn't afraid to get dirty, he didn't tear up or complain when he got a scrape or a bruise. Often times it was your mother that would fuss over him when he came into the kitchen sporting a new bump or injury, and he'd look down with surprise like he hadn’t even felt it. He was good with Lacey and even quiet Marcus warmed up to him, spending his afternoons in the stables with Dick showing him how to care for the horses. The horses were the animals Marcus had loved ever since he was a child, and when Marcus let Dick saddle up one of his to take a small ride around the paddock, you knew he was part of your family now.

You couldn’t deny that he looked good in work gear, it was like a weight was off his shoulders. His eyes seemed clearer; soul less burdened. It was only when he came out to meet your family that you realised he his lips naturally curved downwards in Gotham, his eyes blue as the sky but lost in someplace further than the horizon he stared out at. He looked good in denim and with reigns in his hand, gentle with the horse as he caught your gaze and steered her over to you. He was in a spare pair of work boots your quickly growing brother no longer fit, and a sweat broken work hat on his head. You had to stop the tingle in your hand and cheeks catching sight of him like that. When he looked at you, you finally felt like his eyes were looking at you.

"Hey, handsome." you call, pushing off from the paddock fence. "I see you've made a good impression on Marcus."

He grins down at you, dismounting swiftly like he had been riding all his life. "He's a good kid." he smiles, and you kiss his cheek.

"Come on, dinner's almost ready." you say sweetly before turning to your younger brother, still on his horse. "And that goes for you too, mister!" you holler, making Marcus flip you off in the distance.

"Teens." you grumble, making Dick laugh as you head to the stables.

You help Dick unsaddle, making sure the tack is put away properly. You look over at him, frowning softly as you see the expression on his face. It's the same shadow he wears in Gotham, the weight of something invisible constantly pressing down on him. "Hey, you okay?" you call with a kind smile, making him look up quickly. You don't see the phone in his hand that he slips back into his pocket, only the tight grin he sends back to you.

"Yeah, fine."

You walk back to the house in silence, and your mother already has dinner waiting for you. Everyone proceeds as usual, but you can't help looking at Dick seated across from you, with a soft frown on your face. He seems out of it, and when he meets your eyes it's guilty. The tension is thankfully not felt by other members of your family, allowing you to follow him when he slips out.

You find him in your childhood bedroom, where you've both been sleeping. "Hey, you okay?" you ask, leaning against the doorframe. he has his back to you, fiddling with something in his pocket. What he says next steals the breath from your lungs.

"I can't do this."

It's like the rug has fallen out from beneath your feet you and you straighten yourself quickly, closing the door behind you so no one can hear your conversation. "Dick?" you ask, softly, heart racing. "What do you mean?"

He sighs and turns to you, eyes normally so bright now swirling with emotion. "I think...I think we should break up." he says, voice barely pushing the words out.

"You don’t mean that." you shake your head, hand coming to your temple. This has to be a dream. Or a nightmare. "Why? what's wrong?"

"I just...I have something I need to do back in Gotham. I can't...I can't give you the life you want. I don't think we'll work out." he sends you an apologetic smile like your eyes aren't filling with tears, lip wobbling.

"What made you think that?" you ask, trying to hold it together. To not let your emotions control you and push him further away. "Was it...Was it my family? This life?"

"No, no, nothing like that." he says hurriedly. "I just think, god-" he runs a hand through his hair, sucking his teeth. "I just don't think we're compatible."

"And it took you until meeting my family for you to say that, huh?" you say, arms crossed and unable to hide the hurt tone. He winces, wringing his hands.

"I have to go." he says softly.

"Why?" you demand again, voice raising. "God damn it, Grayson, you can't just tell me you want to break up suddenly. That's not fair. Tell me. Tell me if it's something I did. You've been distracted on your phone, just tell me if it's work or another woman-" you cut yourself off when you see him grimace and your breath stops in your throat. You hadn’t been serious when you said that. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

He raises his hands in defence, making you scoff. "Please, listen." he pleads, making your blood rush to your head.

"You've actually been talking to another woman? Are you kidding-"

"It's just Babs, I swear-"

"Barbara Gordon?" your voice shrilly rings at the mentions of his ex. "Oh yes, because texting your ex-girlfriend makes me feel so much better." you spit, holding your hand out. "Be honest for once. S how me." You seethe, and after a hesitant moment he unlocks his phone and places it in your hand with a defeated sigh. You swipe to his messages, heart shattering as you read her contact’s name still with an orange heart beside it.

"There's something I need help with. You need to come home."

You hate reading how readily he replied, running back to his ex the second that she says she needed him. the way she called him home, like he hadn't been with you so naturally you even had the audacity to think that maybe he could find a life here too. A home. Somewhere peaceful, away from the hustle and bustle and having to constantly be on his guard. To be able to steal kisses under the shine of the stars instead of the invasive flash of the paparazzi.

He takes the phone from you, unable to meet your eyes. Dick doesn't feel like he deserves to.

His heart breaks as he walks past you, shoving his things back into the bag he packed. He can feel the hurt radiating off you, making his own heart break. He wants to tell you that he hasn't been talking to Barbara, not that way at least. That he did love you, with every part of him. He loved your family. He loved the gruffness of your dad and the way he'd check in on Dick periodically, grumbling about him being a city kid but still making sure he didn't get too banged up. He loved your mothers cooking and let Lacey play with his hair. He loved Marcus and his passion for his animals. He loved you.

He loved you in finery he bought you and he loved you with dust in your hair and callouses on your hands. He loved you in jewellery and he loved you in chaps, loved you in heels and the dirt caked work boots. That's what he told himself, but if he was breaking your heart this way, he wasn't sure if he was ever truly able to love you.

 If he loved you as much as he fooled himself, he wouldn't be leaving with no explanation, wouldn't be breaking your heart at your parents’ house, your safe place. If he loved you, he would tell you that he was Nightwing, and he would never be able to come out to the countryside with you. That he had a duty in Gotham that had him risking his life every night.

He wished he could tell you who he was, and he yearned to. When he looked into those heartbroken eyes of yours, he wanted to take you into his arms and spill his heart out and kiss you stupid. He wanted to tell you everything, about him, his family, about Bruce. But he couldn't, his own lips freezing in fear. His throat bobs as he swallows harshly, looking down in guilt. "Alfred is bringing the car. He'll be here soon." he says softly.

The words he really wants to say is:

Please love me. Please don’t hate me. Please forgive me.

He grabs the last of his things and pushes past you before the burning to comfort you overtakes his logical mind. He knows he has to go back. Indulging himself in you and your sunlight was something that he couldn't afford. He couldn't afford you to get hurt, to get wrapped up in his world. It was a first for him dating a civilian, and he was terrified. That fear built up over in his mind, and he knew it. He knew he should give you a chance, but it was the safer option, the lesser of two evils. He could suffer the pain of losing you, or he could suffer the pain of you finding out who he was and hating him.

His heart shatters as he hears the sob of you, beginning to break down as he leaves.

He passes the faces of your family, curious but silent. He feels their eyes follow him, a brand of shame tracing him and his path out. The cold is biting, nipping at his skin but he doesn't feel it. All he can see in his mind's eye is you undoubtably being comforted by the worried hands of your mother, crying out in heartbreak and not even getting to know why.

By the time that Alfred arrives, he can see the silhouette of your family on the porch, Marcus and your father. He can hear your father yell at him as he gets into the car, but he can't make out the words as he shuts the door and Alfred begins to roll away. He slouches against the door, head in his hands. Alfred looks back, studying him.

"Did you tell her, sir?" Alfred asks softly, the older man's fingers tightening on the steering wheel. Dick had promised that he'd tell you, let you make your own decision before continuing to be involved with him. Alfred liked you and had reassured Dick countlessly that you would likely be nothing but accepting is he did reveal his secret identity. yet as he stares at the slumped man in the rearview mirror, a pang of disappointment shoots through his heart as he pieces together what's happened. Dick tries his best to stop the tears, but they prickly to the forefront anyway.

"No. But there's nothing left to tell her." Dick mumbles defeatedly, staring out the window with dull eyes.

but there was, three little points he never got out of his mouth.

I'm Nightwing.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

[icgaminglogs]

Nightwing's Log, Night 24 Supplemental

...It's...well, it's as over as it's going to be. Talia got away, because of course she did, but I doubt she'll be back. The Lazarus Pit is destroyed, and Bruce...well. There's nothing in Gotham for her now.

God, Bruce...Losing him once was hard, but this...I almost wish the Pit were still there. Just, something that could actually bring him back again. It's not fair...god, it's not fair...

But there wasn't another choice. He knew it. I knew it. And I think I knew he wouldn't make it out anyway...not with how badly Talia slashed him. All I did by making him stand down was buy him time. A few minutes. Enough for him to get into position.

It's...different, actually having been there this time. Actually being a part of his last fight, instead of showing up a minute too late. The pain isn't any less, but it's...tempered, I guess. Or maybe that's because I've gone through it once already, I don't know.

But he was at peace, at least, this time. The way he spoke, the things he said...he knows Gotham's in good hands now. He wasn't worried, about us or about the city. He knows we'll take care of her like he did. Better than he did; that's what he wanted, and that's what we'll do. And we'll do it our way.

I've already broadcast a message to all of Gotham. Every television, every smartphone, computer, tablet...the whole city knows, now, that I'll be watching. Not just me, either. We're a team, the four of us, and Gotham is ours. We'll keep her safe, no matter who threatens her.

And I'll keep Bruce up to date on what's going on, when I visit his grave. I think he'd appreciate that. Besides, someone's got to clean up his family's mausoleum after what Talia did to it. I think he'd appreciate that, too.

End Log

[robinsdearest]

Coffee for One

Dick Grayson x Reader

You had just single handedly pulled each of the tables and chairs inside the building when he arrived the first time. 

He was nicely dressed in a button down shirt and ironed pants, expensive shoes. He brushed past you as you were grabbing your small street chalkboard with an intense urgency, as if your store was closing in just a few seconds. 

Which it was.

You followed the man inside, brushed your hands off on your apron, and feigned a nice smile to appease him. He skipped the pleasantries and asked for a large triple mocha hot chocolate. You were positive that item was not at all healthy this late at night, but you shrugged, asked for his payment, and turned to make his monstrosity of a drink. You didn’t even question his tastes, you simply wanted him out of your shop so you could go home. You added the rest of the can of whipped cream to the top and dumped an ungodly amount of chocolate sauce before adding the lid. When you turn to hand the man his triple mocha hot chocolate, he’s staring directly at you. Not at the menu board above your tired head, not the counter of bean grinders, a chrome espresso machine, and a drip coffee tower- you. Exhausted, worn down, burnt out, coffee shop owner. 

Your breath caught in your lungs as his fingers grazed yours in exchange of the warm cup, a small spark of electricity you felt could potentially brighten your day. 

But he doesn’t even say thank you before rushing out, the bell above the door giving the only gratitude you’ll receive. He didn’t even tip. 

You hoped you’d never see him again. 

But you did. 

You had just turned the open sign off and were about to lock the door when he arrived the second time a few days later. 

You saw him coming and briefly debated how nice you were going to play. He was running towards you waving his hands, frantic. Earlier that day had been nicer, you had gotten more tips than usual, so you decided to repay karma for her good fortune. You held the door open for him as he fell through the doorframe, hurried and disheveled. You didn’t get a good look at his face last time he was here, but the way he looked at you felt the same, something unlike any other customer you had ever met. You thought maybe he needed something more than a hot chocolate. 

Which he did. 

He still skipped the pleasantries, but he ordered a shaken espresso, a latte with too many different flavors, and the same atrocious hot chocolate. As you’re punching the items into your register, he briefly explained he needed the hot chocolate to be made the exact same way you did last time. Emphatically. You shrugged, asked for his payment, and turned to make the drinks. While you waited for the espresso machine to whir back to life, you finally got a good look at this man. 

He was tall, his raven colored hair freshly cut and framed his face beautifully, just long enough to curl on the ends. A devilish jaw and cheekbone structure to match. You could tell muscles corded beneath his dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms looked well-fit, tight. Bright sapphire eyes reminding you of robin eggs that tracked your every movement. He was familiar in a way that all customers were familiar, many pretty faces, many people in and out. Maybe you had seen him elsewhere in Gotham as well. You gave him a customer serviced smile, one he finally reciprocated. It was strikingly white and dazzling and hatched a few butterflies in your stomach. Heat pinched at your cheeks, and you realized suddenly the milk was completely frothed and the steam was overwhelming. 

As you handed the man his drinks for the night, he verbally thanked you and left a crisp hundred dollar bill in the tip jar. 

You hoped you’d see him again. 

And you did. 

The man showed up every couple of days, orders drifting between only one drink and four or five different drinks at any given time, but the triple mocha hot chocolate was forever constant. It became almost normal, you thought. You’d even stay open a few minutes longer each night just in case. Just in case the unconventionally attractive man made his way to your door to show his lovely smile and alluring charm. Mystery man never said more than a few words, and you never pushed, but a small affection forged, a nice level of respect. He had learned to say hello and goodbye, but never much more. Friendship seemed too intimate a word for the interactions.

As you owned your tiny coffee shop in a high traffic area for tourists, you got a lot of customers, travelers and locals, kind and rude alike. Also as a small business owner, it was hard to keep a staff beyond just you. So naturally, you resorted to only keeping yourself employed- it made profits easier and the HR team was a delight to work with. On the other hand, when mornings got busy and the line for your coffee trailed out the door, it made you frustrated. Worried this was a war you couldn’t handle. Mystery man appearing every few nights, however, would remind you that the struggle was worth it. He gave you something to look forward to beyond the monotonous day-to-day barista career. The days he came to see you were some of your favorite nights. You hoped he would take that extra step or make the move that you were too afraid to commit to, too afraid to lose one good constant in your life. 

You were sitting behind your counter for thirty minutes after your posted closing when he arrived another day. 

Just his presence was electrifying, and you had to calm your racing heart before even looking directly at him, afraid you would melt into a puddle on the spot. Crisp dress shirt and pants, as if he had just put them on to come here, a sole mission to maybe impress you. Tonight he didn’t look rushed or distraught, yet he still he darted through your door with a nervous quickness that piqued your interest and cocked your head. 

“Hey there,” he cooed. His voice was sultry, velvety and smooth like hot mocha. 

“Hi,” you answered, easily and automatically matching his smile, as if you were sure his grin was the singular reason the sun awoke each morning. 

You stared at each other like that for a few seconds, heat climbing your cheeks to rest easily on the bridge of your nose and the tips of your ears. He always had this effect on you: sending your heart into overdrive and leaving your brain in the dust. Like you were back in school and your first crush was finally speaking to you. You were lucky making drinks were all muscle memory at this point. After the few weeks that he had been coming to your shop, you would have hoped he would speak to you more, asked you something beyond his coffee order. You spoke to people all day, every day- you wished someone would want to talk to you more than a series of caffeinated drinks. 

He cleared his throat, bringing your attention back to his face. You realized horrifyingly that your wandering mind had taken your gaze to his chest, strong and competent and muscled. Caught red-handed and starry eyed. You sputtered and coughed, the heat of embarrassment now torching your entire body. 

“I’m so sorry about that, must have trailed off. What can I get for you tonight?”

His grin turned nothing short of devious, and he chuckled quietly. He ran a hand through his hair before resting it on the back of his neck. If you knew any better, you’d say he looked almost sheepish. 

“Actually, I was wondering if I could ask for a barista style favor.” 

Your heart dropped, the little food you had in your stomach becoming heavy with disappointment. You had a little more of higher expectations for this conversation, but that was what you get for being optimistic. You surprised yourself with how quickly you mocked up a small smile that you hoped did not look as fake as it felt. You nodded for him to continue. 

“I want you to cater this work event we’re having next week, and it’s kind of an all day thing, so you’d have to close up shop here and come to the building.”

Your fake smile quickly crumbled as annoyance and irritation bubbled under your skin. Just another customer, nothing more. He was here for the coffee, but you reminded yourself you made damn good drinks. You shrugged indifferently, mentally building a formal wall around your head, heart, and voice.

“Sure thing. I’ll give you prices if you can just write down your name, company, and number of estimated people.”

You steeled your eyes to glare at him, yet he looked taken back, his lips curling down just briefly. He laughed, unsure and a bit forced. When you don’t return the laugh, his smile truly does turn into a frown. The moment turned awkward, neither one of you entirely happy where the conversation had gone. 

“Oh, come on. I’m all over the news.” You looked around your store as if to gesture to the lack of televisions in your line of sight. He shuffled back and forth on his feet and ran his hand through his hair again. Genuine surprise lit his features.  

“Wait, you really don’t know who I am?”

“No, I do. You’re the jerk that comes into the store minutes before and after closing.” The joking tone you intended was actually not the tone the was used. The man flinched, and you kicked yourself behind the counter. Play nice. “It’s been a very long day, could you just help me out?”

His hands shot up in a quick surrender in front of his chest. His eyes landed on anything but you. “No, no. I’m sorry. I don’t want- I mean, I just-“ He sighed loudly. “I did this backwards, I think. I’m going to start over.” 

You don’t give him a reaction, you simply watched as he rolled his shoulders and looked back at you. A type of determination in his eyes that you think you’ve only seen in superheroes, the vigilantes that ran the streets in this town. 

“My name is Dick Grayson, and I think your coffee is the absolute best in town.” An authentic smile graced his face again, and you’re back to your heart melting in your shoes. “I wanted to help your business a bit with an event. And then I was hoping you would go to dinner with me afterwards.” 

You’re shocked your jaw doesn’t make a sound when it hits the floor. He waited patiently for an answer that you easily knew but couldn’t find the ability to voice. You closed your mouth so that you could beam at this man- Dick Grayson- you corrected. A name for the mystery man. 

Your brain short circuited as quick connections were made.

“Wait, like the Richard Grayson? Like the Wayne Enterprises, a work event?” 

Mystery m- Dick, you corrected again- laughed, a deep resounding sound that eased any and all tension you had in your shoulders. It was on reflex that you echoed the action. His eyes soften with your laugh, and you thought he might like the sound. He leaned forward on the counter, placing both forearms down to inch closer to you. 

“See, you do know who I am. Is that a yes?”

You leaned forward as well to match his stance, your pinky dragging alongside his. 

“Of course it’s a yes. It’s also a yes for the work event.” Dick wrapped his pinky around yours in a promise. “So long as I get to meet the child who drinks the triple mocha hot chocolate.” You giggled again. The extremely handsome man you’ve just agreed to go on a date with looked like you just slapped him. 

“What do you mean ‘child?’ The hot chocolate is for me!” 

[miriclebunny]

Hello again. I have decided to write another oneshot. This time focusing on Dick and Jason's brotherly relationship.

Dick gets to beat the shit out of a glass case, don't question it. Feel free to give it a read

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49989301

[arkhamsdarkestknight]

So I want to start posting again and writing however it feels really daunting to fix the links to my masterlist and fixing the layout of some fics that have broken 😭😭

But basically, I'm older, I'm hoping my writing has improved and would love to start writing again. I don't know how many of my original readers are still even on this app but I miss you all