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Bruce Wayne fucked his partners through the mattress—and it depended on who and why. If you know he’s Batman, then he’d fuck for stress relief, to uncoil the sickening knot in his belly. However, if you’re unaware of his nighttime activities and believe you’d just lucked up meeting Bruce Wayne, then he’d fuck for ego. He’s got a point to prove: all those years as a recluse hadn’t dulled his ability to grant a lady a good time; that the stories of his youthful adventures are true. (Though his ego bleeds over into Batman as well since he wonders if he’s too old to still be the Dark Knight. If he’s lost his edge).
Bruce’s stamina is insane. He’d have you spread on your belly while he drove his cock into you. One hand enclosed around your throat, the other encircling your waist, and his lips grazing over your ear. Warm gusts of air caressing your cheek with each huff and grunt. The faint scent of his cologne lingering within the atmosphere, though it had been toppled by the aroma of sweat and sex. “Fuck,” he gritted out,” so tight f’me, doll. Only for me. Mine, aren’t you?” There was pride in being the one to undo Bruce Wayne, to make him cuss and grunt like a caveman, to draw out his Gotham accent. He was usually so put-together and driven.
Time warped and melted whenever Bruce had you beneath him. Despite his age, (don’t let him hear that) he could fuck for hours, content to drive his cum back into your hole until he came again. In fact, he enjoyed the slickness. There was something about keeping you beneath him that soothed the territorial monster caged within him like Mr. Hyde. Rarely could you lure the possessive, emerald eyed, envious beast out; Bruce was old and had dealt with his fair share of women seeking an emotional response. But with the perfect concoction of circumstances could you shatter the manacles binding the dominating, jealous, spiteful side of him—and it was wonderful.
Dick Grayson (Dixon’s version) preferred to let his lover work for it. There was a tantalizing element to gazing at his partner while she straddled him, and attempted to sink down into his cock. Dick wasn’t girth-y like Jason or Bruce (nor as unshaven). No, Dick was slim and long—and pretty. Dick was shaven and trimmed, smooth and hairless if he could help it. He never liked to offer up unshaven goods; he thought it was rude.
“God, you. . . you ride like a pro,” he breathed out, nigh gasping as though he’d run a race beside Usain Bolt. A sheen of sweated coated his toned physique, and a scarlet blush left a fiery trail from his cheeks down to his neck. “Don’t stop till I say.” Dick is more selfish in bed than Jason. Unlike Jason, Dick knows he’s cute—pretty, even. He’s confident both in himself and his ability to be selfish and still make you cum. . . hard. He won’t hesitate to assume control if he’s not liking your rhythm, or if he just wants to be a little shit and knock your orgasm off kilter. “Oh, were you going to cum? Sorry. Didn’t notice.”
Speaking of orgasms, Dick cums beautifully, even when he’d rather be described as ‘’manly’’ and handsome. He couldn’t restrain the tremble of his muscular thighs, or quell the furnace roaring inside his belly, or freeze the stars bursting behind the paleness of his eyelids. “I know, pretty baby. I know. Tight, aren’t I? Let it out for me,” you cooed, caressing his sweat-slick, inky black curls. Dick nodded quick and desperately, coal black lashes falling over his oceanic eyes. “Yes. Yes. That’s it. Gonna cum again. Just keep going.” The power he’d stolen returned with a vengeance. He’d gone limp beneath you. Fucked out, his breaths tremulous and stuttered. Naturally, Dick’s palms found purchase upon your breasts, pinching and flicking your nipples before he exerted the last of his strength to lean forward and suckle one into his mouth.
(There’s hints of a mommy kink if you squint hard enough).
Jason Todd loved to see his partner deep-throat his cock. It’s a personal pleasure of his, the one time he allows himself to be selfish during sex. He’s not sure why it’s fascinating to him. Perhaps the sheer primality of watching you struggle to swallow his thickness intrigues him, excites him, causes the hairs on his forearms to stand at attention and the nerves within his body to buzz like a million bees trapped beneath his skin.“That’s right, baby, keep going. Till I see tears,” he murmured, as his large hands slithered up into your nape and tightened in your hair.” Show me how much you love me, baby.”
“What a beauty.” Jason’s chocolate smeared irises tipped backward, his slender hips bucking upward into the warm cavern of your throat, his cock spewing viscous ropes of pearlescent cum. Jason’s frame fell slack against the sofa. Sated. Only you could loosen the tautness in his shoulders like a ball of yarn. Boy, did he adore you.” I hope you can go all night. Cuz I got some steam I been needin’ t’ blow off.”
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lxvvie · 7 months ago
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Can I suggest two? Dick Grayson and Jason Todd. These two consistently pull the baddest of bitches, bet they’d have good stories.
headcanon about a sexcapade they may have had
Jason got manhandled once by a partner half his size. Wasn't expecting it but it was a thoroughly pleasant surprise. He thinks. His head kinda hurt from all the hair pulling but damn...
Dick had a partner who was very much into leaving their mark. Like... very much. He didn't realize how many hickeys and scratches he had until the next morning and... let's just say he went incognito for a bit to let them heal.
write about how they flirt (if they even do)
Dick is, simply put, suave. Learned a thing or two or three from Bruce, y'know?
Jason is more of the eyefucking, "hey, wanna fuck?" kind of guy. Really leans into the bad guy image he projects.
what turns them on?
What doesn't turn these two on?
what kind of kisser are they?
For Dick, it varies depending on his partner's likes. He's good at changing it up for you.
For Jason, it's all-consuming. Very, very firm. When he really likes you, though, there's a hint of vulnerability there.
any other random nsfw headcanon that comes to mind.
Dick may or may not have (read: he did) slept with two friends at different times. He didn't know and when they found out, they called him a whore lmao.
Jason fuckin' loves cockwarming. Loves driving his partners crazy with it.
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kimberly-spirits13 · 2 years ago
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How the Batfam Reacts to Dick and Jason Dating a Black Widow HC
Dick:
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• He met you on a mission where you were partnered together
• Dick immediately recognized the emblem on your suit showing that you were a Widow
• He was suspicious at first thinking that you were still with the organization until he heard you talking about it
• “Dreykov stood no chance against the freed widows.” He heard you explaining to Wonder Woman, “I hope that they’re doing well on Themyscira”
• He knew that if you were in cahoots with Diana, you must be sound
• When you were on the mission, you started talking a lot
• You thought he was funny and charming and he thought you were smart and witty
• Dick liked that you could handle yourself in situations and that you had grown from everything that had happened to you, not crumble from it
• When the mission was over, you two exchanged numbers
• One day, a few months later, you texted him and said that you were looking to move to Gotham
• You wanted to know if he’d go look at apartments with you since he knew Gotham better
• He was so excited and despite him trying to play it cool, everyone knew that he was up to something
• He made the excuse that Wally was doing some apartment shopping and wanted to hang out that week
• Let’s be honest, when you find your apartment you probably hook up or have a Disney binge night
• After a wild weekend, he heads back to the manor and is glowing
• Always on his phone
• Is in a good mood
• Sneaks off during patrol
• The works
• Everyone knew that he must be dating someone, it was so obvious
• When everyone finally finds out that he’s dating a Widow, it’s because they follow him to your apartment
• He’s there to work on some detective stuff that was going around in Gotham
• You had your monitors set up and your suit laying over the sofa when Tim, Jason, and Steph broke in through the window
• You pushed Dick behind the coach, rolling to take cover while you drew a Glock that was tucked in your waistband
• “Stand still, hands where I can see them!”
• “Y/N/N, those are my siblings!” Dick said tackling you, “idiot siblings at that”
• “You’re dating a Widow?!” While Jason still had his helmet on, his sense of surprise was evident
• “You’re dating a Widow and you called her by a nickname?” Steph gawked, “Never in all my days-“
• “You guys can’t tell Bruce!” Dick said frantically, “Tim don’t you dare touch that com”
• “Too late.” Damian came into the apartment, giving it a once over and glaring at you, “So this is the distraction that has been plaguing Grayson.” “Is he paying you to court him?”
• Bruce came into the apartment later to haul his kids out after they had basically interrogated you about life and how you and Dick were dating
• Bruce was suspicious of you at first, as he is, but after a few weeks, you were invited to patrol with everyone
• You and Jason trauma bonded and shot guns together
• Cass and Damian liked you since you were an assassin, and a skilled one at that
• Steph liked you cause you were pretty and badass
• Babs and Timmy thought you were intelligent and a good friend to have
• Bruce and Alfred eventually come around, Bruce likes that you’re loyal and intelligent
• Alfred likes that you’re not a crazy clout chaser
• Everyone adjusts really well to you quickly, and you easily become part of the family
Jason:
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• You two met while you were rehabilitating on Themyscira with Diana as your mentor
• You and Artemis had quickly become friends and she had you come with her on a mission
• You needed something at a faster pace that you could exercise your skills with
• Artemis introduced you to Jason and you two hit it off quickly
• She noticed this and had you two paired up for a mission
• She’s not Artemis anymore y’all, she’s Cupid/ Eros and she just shot Jason Todd in the butt with an arrow
• He’s so gushy over you
• Puppy dog eyes and everything
• At first he’s like, it’s got to be the Russian accent
• But after a few hours, he knew it definitely wasn’t the accent
• When you’re still living at Themyscira, he asks Artemis to take you on as many missions as possible so that he can see you
• When you’re finally done living on the island, he’s the first to offer a new place
• Wants you to live at once of his safe houses in Gotham
• You would accept the offer but you already had gotten an apartment
• Jason was so depressed about it until you told him that it was in Gotham
• “What- you’re like my only friend. I’m not moving to LA or something.” You told him
• He was just puppy eyes and gushy
• Everyone saw a change in his demeanor and they were suspicious of what was going on
• Steph and Dick followed him one night to your apartment where they saw you in your widow suit and him in his red hood suit eating messy burgers and fries
• His boots and helmet were strewn about on the floor and weapons were littering the kitchen table
• He probably has his head in your lap at one point for you to string your fingers through your hair
• They’re both excited and rush back to the cave to spill the beans
• A few days later Dick tells Jason that he should invite his new gf over
• “You dickhead how’d you know about that! We’re you stalking me?”
• Maybe Dick was
• When you showed up to the manor, Damian immediately challenged you to a sparing duel
• Everyone but Jason was hesitant and when you landed the kid on his butt he was beaming with joy
• That’s when you earned Cass and Tim’s respect
• Damian liked you now too, but he wasn’t going to admit it after that beat down
• Bruce got to know more about you mainly from Diana
• Since he trusted her, it was easier to not be so suspicious about you
• Alfred liked you since you brought out the good in Jason and you were good help when he needed it
• The entire family ends up liking you really quickly, but you have to start setting boundaries about them coming and crashing in your place at some ungodly hour of the night
• Sometimes, the last thing you want to see at 4am is Dick Grayson sprawled out on the coach with his dogs out
• Jason is always welcome though
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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year ago
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.⋆。A Big Night In。⋆.
Dick Grayson x plus size reader
The one where Dickie and Dove finally have a night to themselves
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fluff, mom!reader, embarrassment, sort of breeding kink?
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“Now, if she gets fussy, she really likes the koala with the missing ear. She literally can’t sleep without it.” Dick was panicking, that much was plain to see and Bruce couldn't help but smile. It was moments like this, where his boy was filled with anxiety about something so normal as leaving his 6 month old baby with her grandparents overnight, that made his heart ache in the best way.
“Chum, I know how to take care of Alice, I think the 20 page binder you gave each of us on her needs helps.” He glared at his father, arms tightening around his baby as she sat on his narrow hips, happily playing with the buttons on his shirt.
“Oh leave him alone.” His mother scolded, giving her husband a light slap on his arm. “Don't pretend you weren't even more upset when you had to leave Dick alone for the first time. I seem to remember you calling me every ten minutes to get updates on how he was doing.” A light pink flush spread across Bruce's cheeks at the memory.
Grumbling, his eyes dropped to the floor like a petulant child. “It wasn't every ten minutes.” Dick shot his mother a grateful smile before turning his attention to Alice who didn't seem to share her father's level of anxiety.
It was a big day, her first sleepover without her parents. It would have happened sooner, in fact the first attempt had been when she was three months old. You and Dick needed some 'alone time' and your in-laws had been more than happy to extend their babysitting services. But an hour before they would come to pick her up, you and Dick had a breakdown and cancelled, instead spending the night curled up together in bed, Alice between you.
But, you couldn't put it off any longer. Alice needed to be socialised with other people and you needed to get laid.
So after a tearful goodbye, Dick drove her to Gotham, insisting on a little daddy-daughter bonding time before she was handed over to her grandparents.
“She likes thunderstorm sounds when she goes to sleep. And if she's still fussy, there's some frozen milk in the cooler bag.” Said bag was handed over to the awaiting hands of her grandfather, along with a Wonder Woman themed duffle-bag that held everything else she could possibly need.
“Ba.” Alice spat out, chubby arm pointing to her grandmother. Dick knew he had to get this over with, like pulling off a bandaid.
He pressed a long kiss to the patch of dark hair on the top of her head, inhaling that baby smell she hadn't yet grown out of. “You’ll be good for nana and pops won't you?” She cooed, eyes still locked on the older woman. He sighed, pecking her soft skin a couple more times before she slipped from his arms and placed safely in his mother's.
“Everything will be fine, I promise baby bird. You two have fun tonight.” Dick was quickly shooed out of the manor but not without a vague threat to Bruce to keep her safe, which he brushed off with his usual nonchalance.
By the time he had returned to his apartment in Blüdhaven, his mood had improved, especially with the text he received from you telling him to come straight to the bedroom when he got home.
“Dove?” He called into the darkened apartment, slipping off his shoes as he stumbled forward. A trail of clothes, haphazardly thrown on the hardwood guided him forward. There was a dim glow coming from the room just off of the kitchen, the smell of vanilla like a siren's call.
“Come on Dickie, we have a lot to make up for and not a lot of time to do it.” Your voice called out to him.
Dick groaned and palmed his already throbbing cock- it had been a long time, too long. “You're playing a dangerous game, Dove.” His voice thick with arousal as he called back to you.
His own clothes quickly joined yours, leaving him in just his boxers as he stepped into the bedroom where all the air was knocked from his lungs.
Your perfect, soft, naked body was completely on display for him as you lounged on the bed. 
Your skin glowed in the soft orange light of the room and for a moment, Dick thought that there was no way you were real and that you were his.
“Holy fuck.” He watched with wide eyes as your legs fell open, revealing paradise to him, your fingers already tracing over your clit. “Leave it!” He suddenly shouted, now furiously tugging at his boxers. “That's all mine baby!”
Your giggles quickly turned into moans as your husband's strong body forced you further into the mattress and his lips met yours in a truly desperate kiss. Your nails dug into his muscular back making his hips buck into yours.
“Well, what are you gonna do about it daddy?” You cooed into his mouth, your left hand travelling down his front deliberately slow.
He caught your hand before you could reach his cock and with a dangerous gleam in his eye, he responded. “How about baby number 2?”
The cold metal of his wedding ring against your heated thigh sent a shiver up your spine, making his smirk grow as your nipples pebbled beneath his gaze. His fingers inched towards your centre, quickly gathering the arousal that had smeared onto your skin.
“God, you get even sexier by the day.” You gasped as he finally touched where you needed him the most, both easing and adding more fuel to your lust. His own patience was quickly wearing thin so your husband wasted no time in sliding two thick fingers inside you.
“Dick!” You threw your head back with a moan of his name.
“That's it, that's my pretty dove.” With his other hand planted by your head, Dick watched his fingers pump in and out of you, his skin now shinny with your wetness. “You're so fucking wet dove, must be aching for me.”
Your only response was to tighten around his fingers, your orgasm dangerously close. “Please please.” You begged.
“Do you want to cum on my fingers or my cock?” Dick breathed into your ear but the way that he was pressed so tightly against you, you could feel his thick cock throbbing against your thigh, the decision was already made for you.
“Want you inside, wanna feel your cock again.” His body sagged against you as he groaned from deep in his chest.
“Fuck, you can't say stuff like that- gonna make me cum before we even get to the good part.”
“Then you better fuck me already Grayson.” But the bite of your words was softened by the moan he forced from you as he ripped his fingers from your aching cunt and replaced them with the fat head of his cock.
“If you insist.” The first thrust was always deliciously painful as he stretched you out, making you feel every inch of his perfect length until he was nestled against your cervix and his balls pressed tightly to your ass.
Your groans mingled together in a beautiful lewd symphony, filling the bedroom like music. “So fucking tight.” Dick moaned through clenched teeth. “Need to fuck you more.”
“Yes.” You hissed both in response to your husband and because at that moment, his hips twitched causing his cock to brush against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside you.
“My poor girl, been neglecting my perfect wife. Gonna make it up to you, make you sit on my face till you beg me to stop.” His first thrusts were tentative, almost shy just like the first time you fell into bed with him but as you began to relax beneath him, he switched it up.
He knocked the moans from your lungs as he jackhammered into you, his own desperate need for release blinding him to everything else. “Never gonna let you feel empty again, I'll make sure you're always full of me one way or another.”
You sobbed with a particularly brutal thrust to your cervix and you dragged your nails down his back, leaving bright red marks. “Yes!” You cried.
“Fuck, your pussy is so fucking warm and tight, need to cum.”
“Inside, need it inside.” Your ankles locked around his hips. Your stomach began to pull tight just as Dick's thrusts began to waver.
“C'mon dove, cum for me- please.” And you shattered below him, melting into a puddle of ecstasy as your husband filled you with his cum, prolonging your orgasm.
Your left hand tangled in his dark hair and tugged his lips into yours. Your breath mingled as you both came down from your highs but Dick remained inside you, neither of you keen on having this end just yet.
“I love you.” You whispered to him and your husband smiled against your lips.
“I love you.” He replied with a gentle peck. “Soooooo, round 2?”
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“Dick's late.” Bruce's eyes once again flicked to the grandfather clock in the corner of the living room and then to the entryway but once again, there was no indication that his son had arrived.
Looking up from the floor where she had been playing with their granddaughter, his wife rolled her eyes. “Bruce, we've just given them their first uninterrupted date night in months, of course they're gonna be late. And hopefully they spent the night productively.” She said this last part almost to herself as she turned back to Alice who suddenly believed her right foot to be the most delicious thing ever.
Bruce raised an eyebrow at his wife. “What's that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing!” She sing-songed. “Oh look! They're here!”
And sure enough, Dick and a limping you walked through the door, not looking as well-rested as Bruce assumed you would be but both of you had big smiles on your faces.
“My girl!” Of course Dick immediately dove for his daughter, sending her into peels of laughter at seeing her father trip over his own feet in his hurry to get to her. You instead approached your father-in-law, greeting him with a warm hug and kiss to the cheek.
“Thank you for watching her, I hope she didn't give you too much trouble.” Bruce waved you off.
“She was an angel, like always. I thought you and Dick were going to get some rest, you look like you haven't slept a wink.” Dick snorted but immediately stopped when both you and his mother shot him a look.
You cleared your throat and with a look of embarrassment, you avoided Bruce's eyes. “We lost track of time and didn't get to bed until late.” You were content to leave it there but apparently, your husband had other ideas.
“Alice, what do you think about having a baby brother?” You and your mother-in-law sighed heavily as Bruce went pale, the realisation finally dawning on him.
“Oh-oh god. I think I need a drink.” 
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casualwriters · 3 months ago
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Dick Grayson x Plus size reader ending up stuck in a elevator together.
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This can't be happening," you said, standing outside the elevator, staring daggers at the man known as Dick Grayson. You weren't sure how this little rivalry started in the first place; maybe it started when Dick moved in right next to your apartment. Not caring at all that he kept you up all night with his flings and their obnoxious moaning, how good could his dick be? He wasn't a god or something. Dick's eyes moved from scrolling through his phone. "You're going to stand there all day or get in; I have places to go," he said. Most people who knew Dick thought he wasn't the nicest man ever; he was the one your mom's would want you to bring home, but weirdly enough, that wasn't how he treated you. Grinning from ear to ear, stepping in, "Oh, my deepest apologies," rolling your eyes and leaning forward to push the lobby button. Dick raised an eyebrow; his lip twitched to a small smile, but it didn't meet his eyes. Instead, he said, "Do you always have to be a spoiled brat?" Glaring at him and slipping your phone in your purse pocket, fingers gripping handle "That rich coming from you didn't Bruce Wayne take you under his wing; you know a fucking billionaire." She knew some things about Dick and how she had seen Bruce Wayne visit his apartment. "Oh, and how you and you're annoying bimbos keeping me up all night; you can't say anything." Raising your voice, huffing, but neither of you felt the elevator moving. "Oh, look, you even made the elevator scared of you," Dick snapped, pushing his fingers through his dark brown locks in frustration.
Chest tightening has you pushed off from the wall, mind freaking out and slapping the emergency button. "Why isn't this working!?" You're voice changed; your breathing was getting harder, starting to pace in my the small areas. "What's going on?" Dick asked, annoyed at first, but stepped up, walking closer. He could tell you didn't like small places, and being in a trapped elevator was the worst of them all. "Take my hands." There wasn't any sense of sarcasm or annoyance. In his voice, you did what he asked.  Looking up at him your face confused and wondering why he was helping "why do you care?" Asking him Dick Snickers and he squeezed you're hands " because I don't need you passing out on me okay Princess" he says so normal like not knowing why that one phrase caused butterfly's in your stomach. Dick's hand ran down you're waist that made you shiver his presence was calming you wanted to push him away saying to go fuck, himself but of course you didn't . His hand slipped around the curves of your waist pushing your body closer to his. Glaring at him you raised a eyebrow seeing were this was going he noticed how your breathing became more noticable, hands were shaking. Dick leaned forward wrapping his arms around your waist "hey listen to me" he says pushing the strands behind your ear you sighed leaning into his touch "thank you" Dick smiled his movie star smile and that when the both of you hear the Elevator door open seeing the fire fighters "You guys okay?" The older man said holding his hand out for the two of you. Walking forward winking at Dick " Thanks for the help" you said and Dick laughed " see you later Brat" she says watching you leave the elevator and when you did he followed right after you.
A/n - This was so fun to write might Wright some more short stories of the bat boys xo.
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corydora-writes · 6 months ago
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Baby Bird
Summary: You tell Dick that you're carrying the essence of new life.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Plus Size Female Reader.
A/N: Writing self-indulgent fan fiction has been a source of comfort for me and a private outlet for my feelings. This particular piece was penned two years ago when I was expecting my baby girl and coping with the absence of her father. Fairies held a special place in my heart at that time, which is why the reader (you) is of fairy and human lineage in the story. After revisiting my writing works, I've decided to share it with you. I hope it brings you some joy! x
Word Count: 945
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After debriefing with the Titans, Dick found spare time to call you. Not a second went by that he didn't think of you. Your absence each second was arduous. Eternal.  He grabbed the phone from his locker, and the screen lit up, showcasing a candid photo he had taken of you at a community carnival event for low-income families in Bludhaven.  The trace of a smile broke the grime line of his lips as he recalled your effort and determination, actions that spoke of passion, of zest to help those downtrodden by a system. Seeing you embrace the children had flickered to life a sudden longing and desire for a family.  Not wanting to waste more time in his reveries, Dick dialed you.  "My love," you said and sighed in relief. "What a relief to hear from you and a surprise."  "Our briefing tonight was, well, brief," Dick joked, and he heard you giggle. Your laughter was a joyful, melodic sound, and Dick found himself joining you in a wide smile.  "I miss you every second of the day," you said with heartfelt sincerity.  "Hey, me too," Dick replied.  "Now that I've stepped down as Moonbow, I have spent a lot of time at the clinic," your voice softened, and Dick sensed a hint of cheer in your voice. He wondered if you reconciled with stepping down as a superhero. He recalled comforting you when you were distraught and inexplicably felt out of touch with your powers.  "You don't sound as upset about it as you were before I left," he said.  "Dick," you uttered his name so softly that it felt like you were there caressing him. "I need to see you, please. Even if it's for a minute." There was an urgent tone in your voice, and Dick felt his stomach drop.  "I'm all yours," he said.  As you both closed your eyes, fully focused on establishing a connection that would enable teleportation, you could feel the energy buzzing around you. After mere seconds, Dick sensed a familiar presence and, as he opened his eyes, he was astonished to see you standing just a few feet away. In that moment, you appeared in your fairy form, with delicate, gossamer wings and pointy ears peeking through your hair. You wore a long sky blue neck halter gown that modeled every curve of your body from your neck to a line below your hips, then flared out into a flowing skirt. The sight of your ethereal beauty could make anyone halt to admire you.  You stood there absolutely silent as if contemplating what you needed to tell Dick. Then, as though you made up your mind to something, your lips parted in an inviting smile, and with your smile, the whole ambient of the dull room changed. It became alive, animated, and comforting.  Not wanting to waste further seconds, you ran to Dick, and he wrapped his arms around you. He relished your perfume's delightful languor and aroma that enthralled his senses.  He let you go and looked at him, and a weight settled in Dick's gut.  You reached out to lock your arms around Dick's neck and gently rubbed your thumbs on his neck in a tender caress. 
"Your daughter and I need you to return to us safely," you whispered lovingly.  Your words echoed in his mind until it settled, and the cognizance kicked in. His chest brimmed with profound love and affection. 
"I'm going to be a father?" 
You nodded and smiled with encouragement. Your eyes were warm and comforting. 
Dick answered the passion rising inside him, bent his head slightly to you, and kissed you full on the lips. His pulse began to pound like thunder in his ears. It was clear to him, as he reveled in the passionate kiss, that he had been without your intimacy for far too long.  The kiss was gentle, cajoling, yet resolute. His hands grasped the back of your waist and coaxed you against his solid, toned chest.  When at last your mouth lifted, setting him free, you let your forehead drop to his shoulder that was bulky from the armor of his suit. "I don't want to let you go," Dick said eventually. He sounded far from pleased by the fact. "I don't want to leave my family."  "Me either," you answered softly. "But we will be waiting for you." You let go of Dick and stepped back. You held your hands out and put both palms on each other to manipulate energy. You released your palm to reveal a blue hyacinth.  "Our daughter has an affinity for harvesting and agriculture," you began, "and she made this grow as soon as I had mentioned that I wanted to see you, so I think this is for you."  You held out the hyacinth to him, and he graciously took it. His gaze was filled with adoration for you and your daughter. He lowered his head to your growing belly and said, "Thank you for the gift, my blossom. I already adore you and can't wait to spend more time with you and sing the lullabies your grandparents sang to me." 
His attention shifted to the second stem sprouting and blooming from the same hyacinth planter. 
"I think that means she approves and loves the idea," you added cheerfully. Dick turned his gaze on you and stood in absolute awe of what he'd just witnessed. He already loved his daughter.
"Dick!" Raven shouted from above the room and interrupted their moment.  Dick frowned as he knew it was time to leave.  "I will come back, I promise," he said, striving to keep his tone neutral. It was a promise that he swore to uphold.
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Sweet home chicago (jason todd x afab!reader)
chapter one
Rating: 18+
Warnings: eventual smut, swearing, father figure dick grayson, skater tim drake, sad jason todd :(
Summary: dick and tim trick jason into taking a vacation in chicago. There, he meets someone he hopes to never forget.
Note: im sorry for dipping, yall. I really had some important things to take care of.
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Amber and rose peeked through the hedge between the array of buildings on Michigan Avenue. Jason blended himself with the sea of tourists and chic aristocrats. He didn’t necessarily stick out like a sore thumb, as there were a few Chicagoans dressed casually like him; even in the late-November evening, he sported his signature red hoodie and straight fit jeans, tattered and dirty near the hem. No matter what, he wanted to appear mildly stressed, only mildly, so as to not draw more attention to himself than his six-foot-four frame already did.
He wondered how he got here. Was it the phone call from Dick, or the two dozen from Tim? Could it have been neither, and he perhaps wanted to rush the plane during the busiest season, nudged in a lousy middle seat between an obnoxious preteen and a middle-aged woman watching poorly edited, extremist conservative media? To be fair, Jason treated himself to Portillo’s once he left the airport - a well-earned reward for not lashing out at the self-absorbed individuals beside him.
He stepped briskly, moving in sync with the less-anxious of the crowd toward the shopping district notoriously named Magnificent Mile. On his left ear, he heard the excitement in the tune of indistinguishable conversations and the season’s final water taxis boarding; in his right, a wireless earbud, softly playing his childhood favorite, Diana Ross and the Supremes.
Once he reached the other end of the bridge, he strolled to the sidewalk in front of Tribune Tower, pulling his phone out and indiscreetly sending a message of his coordinates to-
A call. “As much as I love the smell of fish, garbage, and the crooked CPD, why did you and Tim want me here?” Jason was more curious than upset, but he’d rather not disclose his true feelings to his brothers.
“C’mon, Jay, it’s the Windy City! You ever been to Chicago?” Dick asked. “Beautiful everything here. Tim’s at the Van store up the street, and I’m grabbing a slice of pizza across from ya. You wanna come over and get a slice, grumpy? You get a little hangry sometimes.”
Jason sighed, and his stomach grumbled in response to the offer. “Alright, but I’m not goin’ outside. I sat next to some wackjob on the flight who sounded like she needed to be in the looney bin, and I’m not lookin’ to make friends.” As he spoke, he quickly turned his head before dashing across the busy street, waving off a car blaring its horn at him. “What’do’ey have?”
“How about you see?” Dick approached Jason, smiling mischievously. Jason ended the call, moving his eyes to Dick’s hands behind his back. “Guess what I got?”
“Dick, I’m not in the mood for games-”
“Ta-da!” Dick shifted in his coat, revealing a white box with a drawn pizza and the name Lou Malnati’s on it. Jason pretended like his mouth didn’t water at the smell of grease and garlic. “I had ‘em make a classic cheese with those square slices. How about we sit down on the riverfront and talk?”
And talk. No matter the temptation, be it a buttery, gooey pizza right under Jason’s nose, he still believed it wasn’t worth the compromise of having to make more than small talk with others. “Listen, Dickie, as much as I appreciate the offer, I don’t think I’m ready to talk about-”
“Dude, this isn’t about Artemis, if that’s what you’re about to say.” Dick shrugged in his beige peacoat, a piece of his thick, navy, knitted cardigan spilling from his waist. “I just want to, y’know, see if you want to go to this thing tonight.”
Jason cocked a brow in his theatrical manner. “So you and Tim badgered me, had me fly all the way to goddamn Chicago, all to just talk over some overpriced pizza?” Around him, he felt the glare of customers, but he doubled down, giving them knowing looks. “I’ve been here. Want a real place? Go to the goddamn place off Clark and Dickens. You’ll thank me later.”
Dick rolled his eyes, already tired by Jason’s heels in the sand. “Always gotta be a drama queen. Just…come with me. I’ll explain once we’re out of earshot.” His voice was hushed, signaling Jason to follow suit. They walked together to the riverwalk, sitting on the cold high-risen edging. Dick delicately opened the lid of the box, revealing the savory American delicacy and motioning for Jason to take the first slice.
Once Jason reached for the slice, taking his first bite and stretching the rosemary-seasoned cheese from its bed atop the crust, Dick began. “Tim and I were thinking that the three of us could use a break.” Jason grumbled indistinctly into his pizza slice, swirling the string of cheese around his tongue in a tight noose. “Bruce has been a handful lately - I mean, he always is - and I think it would be a good lesson for him to finally be on his own instead of taking us for granted, y’know?”
Jason nodded, rearranging his food to one side of his mouth so he could speak with the other. “You do know that Bruce is probably better off without me, right? Since I-” he swallowed the food, kissing the excess sauce and garlic from his teeth, “leave a ‘pretty big mess’, as he says.”
“You also help. Gang-related crime decreased about 37 percent when Red Hood regularly patrolled, and the Gotham Gazette did a poll, based on before and after Red: thanks to Red Hood, 6 out of 10 female Gothamites feel safe walking home at night, compared to the 3 out of 10 prior to Red Hood’s introduction.”
The statistic surprised Jason. He was used to the smearing from Justice League’s best, so it was nice to hear a compliment for a change. “And Timmy’s on board with this?” He didn’t hesitate to take a second slice, while Dick left the pizza untouched.
“He was the one who coined it.” Dick looked out at the river, mildly put off by Jason’s shameless eating habits. “We were patrolling one night and he just said it out of the blue. I get it, though.” He pursed his lips, staring wistfully. “I couldn’t tell you before because then you wouldn’t agree to it.”
Dick was right: when he’d offer to take Jason in after they reconciled, Jason refused. Though not Bruce’s blood son, Jason was comparably stubborn, sometimes surpassing the Dark Knight. “And where are we gonna stay?”
“That’s the best part.” Dick finally reached for a slice, folding it in half and dipping a chunk into his mouth to cut from the slice. “Tim hacked into Bruce’s business travel account and used some of his points to book a stay at some fancy place called Waldalf…lemme check.” Dick reached into his peacoat pocket and pulled out his phone, checking the reservation. He continued to chew, as did Jason, and Dick leaned over to show Jason the reservation email. “Astoria. It’s a couple of blocks here, I think. Worst case, we can just use a taxi or Uber there or something.”
“I’m banned from using Uber.” Jason said nonchalantly, squinting at the details on Dick’s pristine phone screen before looking the name up for himself. “I can walk as long as I can have another slice.”
Dick blinked at Jason blankly before glancing at the remnants of the pizza. “Take the small one right there.” Removing a wrinkled, discolored restaurant napkin from his back pocket, Jason snatched the slice with an asymmetrical, genuine smile, now holding a slice in each hand. Dick bit his tongue in his mouth to keep himself from laughing. If he hadn’t held a slice in his, he would have snapped a photo to send to the family group chat. “We’re already checked in, so just bring whatever luggage you have with you.”
Jason looked up from his slices like a deer in the headlights. “Sorry, I didn’t think to bring anything other than the usual.” With a slice, he vaguely gestured to his dirty clothes.
“I was…expecting that.” Dick chuckled lightly. “I brought you some clothes so you could go out and enjoy yourself for a change.” He spotted Jason’s eye roll. “You’re in your twenties, for crying out loud. Enjoy yourself! Make a friend. Would it kill you to just live?”
As Jason shook his head, a few strands of grey fell from his messily combed back hair and onto his forehead. “What, is coming back from the dead and seeking vengeance to blood-thirsty psychopaths not living?”
“No, it’s not.” a voice came from the other side of the riverwalk, by the bustling street: a lanky-built male, wearing a beige Santa Cruz sweatshirt and dark jeans, strolled on his skateboard toward the brothers. “And by the way, Jason, you look no different than the bourgeoisie skimming the racks at Urban Outfitters over there.” Jason’s frown dropped at Tim, already bugged by him. “Me and Dick were basically wanting you to, y’know, socialize like a normal human being. I know you’re an introvert, I get that, but you’ve gotta, y’know…converse.”
 Jason stood from the platform, brushing the suggestion from his broad shoulders. “Jesus, and you wonder why I don’t want to hang out with you guys.” he made an excuse and walked back toward Michigan Ave, finishing his slices along the way.
“By the way, Dick.” Tim nudged Dick with his elbow, showing him a photo of zoomed-in Jason, a few minutes earlier, smiling goofily with his two slices of pizza pie.
Dick erupted into laughter, doubling over and nearly knocking over the box.
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“You got the terrace suite?” Jason muttered in blustering shock. “Bruce is going to be so pissed.” His lips stretched into a wide smile.
He plopped onto the sleeper sofa, sprawling his limbs out to relax. Dick assigned Jason to the couch (“Finder’s keepers!”), while Dick and Tim each slept in their separate rooms. “We already received a warning about how you’re dressed, Jason, so if you could please promptly change into something more appropriate, I’m sure this stay would be more enjoyable for all of us.” Dick managed to remain calm while conveying, despite the fatherly-level of disappointment underneath his skin.
Heeding Dick’s advice, Jason made his way to Dick’s room, where he opened up the luggage Dick neatly packed for him: a pair of dress shoes, two pairs of socks and boxer briefs (all red, for continuity’s sake), along with a lightweight, tightly knitted sweater, t-shirt, long-sleeve undershirts, and two pairs of slacks (one beige, one black). Jason sighed halfheartedly, bummed by the array chosen for him. He knew, of course, it was his responsibility to select his own attire, but of course he’d forgotten it, lost in the chaos of his everyday life; Dick anticipated Jason’s reaction, and packed something nonetheless, and although grateful, Jason still hesitated to express it.
While Tim and Dick explored the depths of downtown, Jason immersed himself into the room, quietly exploring the channels that Astoria offered.
Knock, knock. “Housekeeping!”
Jason yelled back, “Come in.” while munching on a bag of corn chips on the couch, eyes lasered on the television screen.
The housekeeper, wearing a black and sky blue uniform, pushed his trolley in. “Are you enjoying your stay, Sir?”
Jason shrugged. “My ma was a housekeeper for a bit. Don’t worry about the ‘sir’ stuff, it’s all good.” The response was new to the employee, who stood for a moment before excusing himself to clean the bathroom and bedrooms.
“Sir,” the housekeeper returned, gripping the trolley behind him with a single hand. “Would you mind vacating the room while I clean, or should I return if you are…busy?”
Jason looked at the chip crumbs on his hoodie before looking back at the housekeeper. “I’ve no problem leaving. I’ve gotta change, so I’ll go the other room. Could you just lock the door when you leave?”
“Absolutely, Sir.” the housekeeper said before Jason shut the bathroom door, slacks and sweater in hand.
Stepping out from the courtyard of the hotel premises, Jason wandered down the corner, unable to prevent himself from making grotesque faces at the high-end stores nearby. The breeze chilled the skin on his face to the point where it eventually felt like he was kissed by needles, and he unlocked his phone to find a place to settle down and (hopefully) eat. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an approaching blotch of yellow and blue, to which he immediately hailed down. A taxi parked along the curb, and Jason hopped in. “Could you please take me away from here? Some place with some good food?”
The driver gave Jason a look of uncertainty, pondering before nodding and starting the meter.
Jason sat back and relaxed as giant metallic letters standing proudly on top of clear, godliness glass storefronts began to disappear, one by one, until they were replaced with bulletins and signs, and tented storefronts matched with painted, worn down brickwork.
He exhaled in relief. Despite living with Bruce and his luxurious lifestyle, the unspoken language of wealth was still foreign to Jason. He didn’t understand why the affluent would whisper, and why evil would poison their tongue and burn away at their heart once their financial wealth accrued.
After slipping the taxi driver a couple of hundred dollar bills, Jason abruptly left the vehicle, reading the name of the restaurant to himself. “Like the song…?” he asked the driver, who nodded.
“Different spelling, different things.”
Jason inhaled nasily, chest rising. “Alrighty, thanks, man.”
The driver nodded once again before waving and merging back into traffic. Jason entered the restaurant and was instantly greeted with sweet and savory notes, causing Jason’s stomach to cramp in pain. He walked up to the counter, so clean that he could almost make his reflection out, and waited for an employee to serve him. While he waited, he studied the menu: sandwiches, soups, and more appetizers to choose from. He chewed on his bottom lip, distressed when deciding between pasteles (mix of plantain mix and meat, wrapped in a banana leaf) or mofongo (stuffed plantain).
“When you’re ready, I can take you.” A voice notified him as he stood like a bronze statue before the menu.
He didn’t take his eyes off the photos above the counter. “Sorry about this, I’m a first timer - what are your pasteles filled with?”
“Usually pork or chicken, but we make them with cheese now since there are some vegetarians.”
“Could I have just pasteles, one with cheese filling and one with chicken?” Jason asked.
The clerk pressed a button on the register, which was a tablet with a brightly lit screen. “Sure thing. Anything else?”
“Yeah, and…pastellitos de guayaba? Can I have that, too? And water.”
The clerk pressed the screen a few times, noting down Jason’s order. “Of course. For here or to go?”
Jason finally tore his eyes from the menu to look at the clerk, and his mouth fell open at the sight of the clerk: hair was tightly curled, coiled from their roots; lips plump and glossy, appearing much more enticing to Jason than the food he ogled at.
“Here.” he stuttered, feeling heat rise up to his neck. The clerk smiled at him, and they placed their hand on their wide hip, bringing Jason’s eye to it.
“It’ll be ready in a bit. We’ll bring it to your seat, yeah? Sientate.” They motioned with their nose at the dining area, a selection of polished wooden chairs and tables to choose from.
Before he could ask for their name, the clerk rushed to the kitchen of the restaurant, repeating his order to the rest of the staff. Jason watched them walk away, their bottom half swaying in the leggings they wore, before he realized his leering and chose an empty seat and table near the colorful mural.
Thoughts rushed to the tall man’s head, some impure ones welcoming themselves for the first time since he and Artemis parted. Their relationship was, in short, complicated, and neither of them were fully transparent toward another, leading to the inevitable diffusion of the once-kindled fire; it didn’t break Jason’s heart, but rather disappointed him, and he felt that his fate of inescapable loneliness was encapsulated.
The clerk reappeared from the kitchen, holding two plates of food. They walked past Jason, ignoring whatever eye contact he attempted to make at them, and attended to the table diagonally from his. “Y te quedas a tu mama, ok?” They spoke warmly but sternly to the couple, before leaving with a grin. “And you,” they pointed at Jason, “your pastellios should be ready in one to two minutes, okay?”
Jason nodded frantically, popping an optimistic grin. “Can’t wait.”
“I know.” they winked at Jason before turning back around and walking through the revolving door leading to the kitchen. Jason felt something distant in his stomach. Perhaps hunger?
In a few minutes, the mysterious clerk returned, holding what Jason hoped was his food. When they arrived at his table, settling the plates down delicately before handing him cutlery and a glass, he beamed first at the food, then at the beautiful clerk. He didn’t know which he was more excited for. “Thank you!”
“Not a problem.” they returned his smile, eyes glistening at him. “Our chef is working on something else for you to carry out, free of charge. Can’t let you starve out on us, right, big guy?” their eyes briefly scanned Jason’s figure, which caused Jason’s cheeks to flush a bright pink.
They’re hitting on me, the fuck. “Thanks! I was hoping maybe I can come back, get your name?”
“Oooh, I like the sound of that.” their voice dipped an octave, and Jason swore he felt his pants tighten under the table. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “How about I save you the trouble and tell ya now, that way next time you can take me out for dessert?”
Jason smirked at them, slowly checking their figure out before focusing his attention back on their eyes. “Sure.”
“It’s y/n.” they purred, reaching their hand to rest on Jason’s bicep. Their skin was soft, yet calloused. “And you are…?”
“Jason.” he grinned. “Sorry, I’m new at this.”
“Don’t worry.” they assured. “I’m here if you need anything. And if you decide to take me on that offer, my number is in the check right there.” they pointed to the black checkbook beside the plates of food. Jason’s skin was burning under their touch, and when y/n had to leave, Jason felt a twinge of sadness when they retracted their hand.
Unraveling his cutlery from the napkin, Jason made sure to make an important phone call before his vacation ended.
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jasontoddsthickbabe · 2 years ago
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Why am I horny for both of them ughhh my pussy be throbbing for them 🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦 I need them to ruin me badly lol I know they got some good big dick energy I’d ride them good they would be hitting my guts lol I’m gonna stop now bc if I keep going I will touch myself thinking about both lol sry 🫦🫦
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Good morning. I'm fairly new to batfamily comics and I was wondering if you know what the design inspirations for the nightwing black and blue suit are? Is it mentioned in the comics? I live in New Zealand and all the robins here are all black, except the south island robin which has a splash of white on its chest. To me the nightwing suit looks very reminiscent of New Zealand robins, though I'm sure that's just familiarity bias.
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GOOD MORNING!!! I had no idea there were blue robins!! That is extremely cool & these birds are my friends now <333 There are (tragically) no blue robins in comics AFAIK, but the Nightwing costume design is still fun to trace...
The Nightwing Costume: A History
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Nightwing I, Nightwing II, and a 1980s punk rocker.
Short version: The Nightwing black+blue+yellow costume is something Clark Kent wears in 1960s Superman comics, where the colors are inspired by Batman's costume - both in-universe and out-of-universe. So when Dick originally takes on the costume, it's an homage to both Batman and Superman. <3 The exact history gets tweaked a few times, but those basic vibes are usually consistent.
Long version: IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HEAR SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU WANTED TO KNOW re:a bunch of Doylist comics history followed by the various Watsonian explanations for Dick's costume choices, I have rambled about this below the cut in three parts:
1960s and 70s: Nightwing I: Superman and Jimmy Olsen, the Dynamic Duo of Kandor!!
1980s and Onward: Nightwing II: Dick Grayson's New Teen Titans & Gen X Influences
In-Universe Explanations for Dick's Costume: A History
1960s + 70s: The DYNAMIC DUO OF KANDOR
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Superman 158: The first appearance of Nightwing I!
Nightwing I - he's actually just Superman in another costume - was created for adventures in the Bottled City of Kandor! Kandor was invented in 1958 by Action Comics writer Otto Binder; it was a Kryptonian city shrunk by Braniac and kept as a trophy. Clark rescued the bottled city from him, kept it in the Fortress of Solitude, and sometimes used a shrink ray to shrink himself down to visit the city. (This was the 50s and 60s! Goofy sci-fi was in!) Kandor was a great setting for Superman stories because Clark could interact with a Kryptonian city without time travel. Plus, since Kandor had a miniature red sun, Clark could have adventures there where he didn't have powers.
In 1963, Superman writer Edmond Hamilton got the idea of having Superman and Jimmy Olson go undercover in Kandor. They have to come up with superhero disguises -- so naturally, Clark "takes a cue from his old friends Batman and Robin, and he and Jimmy Olsen become - The DYNAMIC DUO OF KANDOR!"
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Nightwing and Flamebird's names got linked to newly-invented Kryptonian birds (you can see the birds in the cages behind them) - therefore paralleling Batman and Robin, inspired by Earth's bats and robins!
Readers loved Clark and Jimmy's buddy-movie adventures as Nightwing and Flamebird, and the story conceit stuck around for quite a while. If you're curious, you can read a bit more about the stories here! I like them; they're goofy but adorable.
Kandor eventually got written out in 1979, when a writer who was bored with it "fixed" the city and had Clark find a way to make all the people normal size. No more adventures for Clark and Jimmy...
This meant that the Nightwing name was up for grabs.
1980s: The NEW TEEN TITANS & Gen X Influences
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In 1984 - five years after Kandor, Nightwing, and Flamebird had gotten written out of Superman comics - Marv Wolfman and George Pérez wanted to give Dick a new name and costume in Tales of the Teen Titans 44. They landed on Nightwing. It was a perfect legacy identity, representing an homage to both of Dick's role models: an identity that was used by Superman, but modeled after Batman.
Although the name stayed the same, the costume changed quite a bit! The design changes are IMO revealing both of the era in general and of some characterization choices Wolfman and Pérez were making for Dick.
Pérez - the artist, and therefore the guy who redesigned the Nightwing costume - gave a 1987 interview where he said this about Dick:
Robin/Nightwing, I like him a lot because of his history, he’s been around so long, and there’s a certain sleek sexuality about the character. He’s got a certain sense of everyman, a young swashbuckler type...
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IMO you can see those elements in Pérez's design - it's got vaguely piratical/swashbuckler vibes, and my extensive research (...okay, this article on 80s fashion trends) suggests that this very silly-looking Halloween costume may indeed be riffing on edgy sex symbols of the 1980s.
And both those choices are in keeping with the vibe of New Teen Titans, an aggressively not-kid-appropriate comic that was trying to do a more mature / edgy / adult take on superheroes.
What does that mean, "more mature"? Partly, it just meant, uh, sex. Dick and Kory were actually the first DC couple to ever be implied to be having premarital sex (in NTT 28 in 1983, where they're shown in bed together); in earlier eras, this would've been forbidden by the Comic Code Authority, which banned "illicit sex," sympathetic criminals, and a bunch of other things.
But it's not just about sex. In the 80s, comic readers were getting older and more impatient with moralizing in general; wholesome role models were out and sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll were in. Wolfman and Pérez were reinventing Dick as an aged-up, angsty, angry young man who was part of a more soap opera-esque team, with characters sleeping with each other and getting jealous and getting married and fighting with each other and generally making a lot of understandable-but-edgier decisions.
The switch to the Nightwing costume, a few years in, aesthetically mirrors Dick's shift in characterization from preppy good kid to angsty rebel:
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Nightwing II, or, "What would happen if you took Superman-pretending-be-Batman and stuck him in a blender with Billy Idol?"
Pérez started with the blue-and-yellow color scheme of the original Nightwing - which is just copying Batman, right down to the utility/antigravity belt. But for Dick, Pérez tweaked it to add 1980s fashion details that were Hip With The Edgy Youth, like a deep V-neck showing the chest, bling-y accents, and big flaps for the shirt collar.
(Billy Idol had become a huge success in 1983, the year before Dick became Nightwing; the punk rocker was a college dropout and fashion icon for Gen X's edgy young men ... Look, I'm not saying he's a direct inspiration for Dick's costume, I'm just saying!! Similarities, no?? The other obvious point-of-reference is 70s disco - thus the fan nickname "disco-wing" - which had been popularized by John Travolta, another celebrity dropout.)
You can see a parallel shift in Dick's relationship to education - in the 1970s, he was basically a Good Role Model And Responsible College Student at Hudson University, where AFAIK he stayed in his first semester of college for about a decade. By contrast, in 1980, the first issue of New Teen Titans kicks off with Dick having dropped out of college and having tensions with Bruce about it - not a stereotypical "good kid" choice.
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Dick in New Teen Titans 1, looking... a little bit dopey, let's face it; he may be a cool & edgy college dropout now but his motorcycle kinda looks like it belongs to a middle-schooler
By NTT 34 in 1987, Dick's costume had gotten more dramatic and his motorcycle had gotten significantly cooler-looking:
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Over time, the Nightwing costume got tweaked in various ways to get more sedate and to add a more birdlike V-shape to the chest, but that's the Nightwing origin story!
Okay, so that's out-of-universe. But what about IN-UNIVERSE EXPLANATIONS for Dick's costume?
WHAT A GOOD QUESTION. There are three you can choose from!
FIRST OFF, in the original 1984 story, Dick says he got the idea from a costume Clark wore - a reference to Clark and Jimmy's adventures in Kandor.
BUT THEN, in the post-Crisis reboot, the Bottled City of Kandor got deleted from continuity for a while, along with Clark and Jimmy's history of being Nightwing and Flamebird. (Crisis on Infinite Earths was a late-1980s event that merged DC's Earth-One and Earth-Two, retconned a lot of backstories, erased a lot of goofier story elements, and tried to create a more streamlined DCU. Fans usually call the comics that were published after this event "post-Crisis comics," because "thecomicsthatwerepublishedpost-CrisisonInfiniteEarths" can't be said five times fast.)
With Kandor gone, the name's origin had to be tweaked a bit. In post-Crisis, Dick still gets the name idea from Superman, but it's from a Kryptonian legend that Clark knows, as opposed to a costume Clark wore.
And then in Nightwing: Year One, a retcon/retelling midway through post-Crisis, Dixon tweaks things a bit further, so that instead of the Robin costume being an homage to the Graysons' costumes (a Wolfman retcon in LPoD), it's instead the Nightwing costume which is an homage to the Graysons' costumes, and it's deliberately modeled after something John Grayson wore.
... So in-universe, the possible explanations are basically:
Pre-Crisis: Dick got both the name and the costume design from Superman, who came up with them in order to imitate Batman, OR
Post-Crisis: Dick got the name from Superman, and Dick came up with the costume on his own - probably still deliberately imitating Batman's color choices, OR
Post-Crisis: Dick got the name from Superman and the design from John Grayson's acrobat costume.
(The post-Crisis period ended in 2011 with Flashpoint, so for a while people called post-2011 comics "post-Flashpoint," but nowadays it's usually divided into DC's branded eras: new 52, Rebirth, and Infinite Frontier. I don't think those eras have any significant retcons to Dick's costume origin, but I'm not 100% sure.)
ALL THAT SAID, I love the idea of "it's Robin, but blue," so thank you; that's adorable and it's gonna live in my heart forever now <333
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Hey there👋👋 could you please do whatever love language of the bamboos are ??
LOVE LANGUAGE OF THE BATBOYS
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A/N: terribly sorry I let this request collect dust. My interest in comics fell as life got hectic and whatever the hell. I won't go all Wattpad author on you.
Dick Grayson’s love language is words of affirmation. At the peak of his characterization, he is a man ravenous for praise and attention. A moment of peace, of relief, of sweetness.
Stunted, yet too grown for his own good—simultaneously. He will seek attention, showering you with gifts and compliments in hopes that you reciprocate. Holidays would read like a HallMark movie that would move suburban mothers to tears.
Dick is also the man to send romantic quotes stolen from Pinterest, and the occasional confusing poem of his own hand. His nerves would grind as he read the ‘’seen’’ stamp beneath his text, worried out of his mind that it didn't properly convey his emotions, his love.
“What, no reply yet? If you're that moved, you could always come kiss me.” He'd send the message, playing it off as a joke. But his stomach groaned with the familiar ache, that cold and empty feeling of uncertainty.
What if she doesn't like it? Will she still like me? Would I seem lame if I double texted? Am I bugging her?
The flames of self doubt would spread and eat at his mind until his phone pinged with a,” it's beautiful, babe. A hard read, but the intention was there.” And a flirtatious emoji paired with it.
Thus, the flames of doubt were stomped out, like they never existed. They liked the poem, and he would spend hours rereading it. Marveling and gushing because you liked it. Something he made.
Jason Todd's love language is acts of service. It's a loyalty thing for him.
Gift sharing could be manipulation; soft words could be lies, and he's too self-loathing to believe them anyway. Red Hood swallows his spare time, and his desire for touch swung on a pendulum—one side thirsting for it, the other side uncomfortable.
The thought of returning home to a nice and warm meal would make him melt into a puddle. Or finding his hero suit washed, and his gear cleaned and stored away.
It reignites a flame in his cold eyes, the domesticity calling forth an unclassified emotion that sent goosebumps blazing over his skin like wildfire, calling his arm hairs to attention.
Jason would return the favor. You would awake to find breakfast made, the aroma of bacon and eggs thick in the air, the sweetness of syrup carrying around the house. Scalding tea trickling into a pot, milk and sugar already on the table. Plates washed and set.
Jason would also do laundry and iron clothes. He gets those random bursts of energy (or adrenaline) and cleans the entire house spotless.
Baths would be drawn for you, and if he's feeling lavish, he'll add roses to the bubbles. The finest soaps would lather your skin, scented with the the best smelling perfumes—business was good, and it was a present. His calloused fingers would be overjoyed to massage your scalp (he hoped you'd do his next).
Tim Drake’s love language is quality time. Also, I would like to preface this section by admitting I haven't read much of Tim.
He would help you study. Textbooks adorning the wooden table after hours of quizzing. Coffee steaming in a mug, pens and highlighters scratching at paper. Kisses shared with each right answer.
He'd tease,” Oh, that was a hard one. A trick question.” A smirk, sweet as frosting would tug on his lips, then a warm kiss would swallow yours.” If I were as filthy minded as Jason, maybe I'd crack a joke.”
Tim’s gaze would find you, in the middle of whatever—washing dishes, doing laundry, exercising. They'd burst with amorous passion, like exploding stars, shimmering and twinkling in his irises.
When the sun kisses Gotham goodnight, and the moon assumes it duty, he'd find himself wishing he could be beside you. Not Batman, not Dick, certainly not Damian. That's not proof that he hates his colleagues or that his work is last on the list of priorities. It's just. . . you're higher.
“Hey, love,” he'd speak into the phone, after the voicemail prompted him.” I know you're likely sleep tonight. But I wanted to at least call and tell you to sleep safe and warm. And to save space for me.” A chuckle would roll of his tongue, the wailing of police sirens in the background.
Damian Wayne's love language is also quality time.
Time is precious to him. His mother’s presence was unreliable. He, his father, his siblings tango with dead every silvery night. Each misfortune in his family reminded him of that.
Robin is not what Dick thinks. It's not just bursting into hideouts and knocking the crap out of villains. The peril is real, as well as the potential for failure—and failure in their line of work means death.
Oracle was paralyzed in a second, one wrong move and her nerves were shot. Jason’s life was quite literally put on a clock, killed by time itself. When Damian was an assassin, it merely took seconds to end a life, one of emotion and desires and opinions—gone at the stroke of a blade.
Time matters.
Damian would try to spend all of it with you, doing anything. Attending museums, painting you, listening to your playlists. Finding the child he was depraved of for so long. Being an angsty teenager and loving it.
“This is considered fun?” A dark eyebrow of his would raise teasingly. There you sat, at a sport's game, the roaring crowd trembling the stadium and stabbing his ears. The golden beam of the sun roasting both you, and the overpriced popcorn tossing and gurgling in his stomach.
But, deep down, the liveliness of the crowd intrigued him. Even he'd find himself screaming along with the masses on their feet, yelling out praise or curse words.
Damian's jade irises would slide over to you, the sheer glee decorating your features. A painting. He'd see a masterpiece in you; how that expression would translate onto a canvas.
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Fights & Hot Chocolate | Dick Grayson
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Plus Size Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Request: can I please request a Dick Grayson x ps! Reader where they fight because she’s part of the teen titans and he doesn’t like the fact that she’s always the first one to fight, and steps in when someone else is in danger so she ends up really injured and he tells her that she can’t go on missions ? Can it be so angsty but then super cutesy and happy at the end?? Pls and ty!!
Warnings: mentions of injuries, light angst, mentions of fights, overprotective!Dick, language maybe? That’s always a given with me, light fluff, mentions of hot chocolate.
A/N: for the love of me I can’t write action so I shifted a few things in the request for this to come out as decent.
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You walked out on him that morning, tired of the same excuse he gave you before every mission. When teenagers fantasize with a protective boyfriend they never think about said boyfriend not letting them do their job, no one fantasizes with their partner making them feel so small actually.
It was hypocritical, yelling at you for putting yourself in danger when he did that every night. Dick was great in every other regard, but when it came to vigilantism he was biased and it was time for him to see it. You feared that fighting so often would damage the relationship, but giving in wasn’t an option because it simply wasn’t fair for you to quit being a Titan— not after how hard it had been for you to believe in yourself, to believe that you were as capable an athletic as the others no matter your weight and complexion.
His orders were harsher when directed at you that day, drier in contrast to the way the spoke to the others. You had already expected it, Dick wasn’t always good at keeping his anger at bay and although he was getting better the pressure of being the leader of a team took a toll on him.
Everything was going smoothly until it didn’t. Gar was too slow and your instincts kicked in. Pushing your friend aside, you yelped as soon as the blade pierced your skin.
Dick’s worry increased as the minutes passed. He was told he had to be patient, not one of his qualities if anyone asked him— or you, or Alfred, or Bruce— and one that even if he had would fail him in such a situation. He should’ve known you would be your stubborn self and put yourself in danger, and he shouldn’t have yelled at you.
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White light blinded you, a pang on your right side making you wince as you tried to adjust to the uncomfortable surface you were laying on and the harsh lighting.
Alfred was by your side in an instant, making sure your vital signs were okay. You weakly smiled at him as a thank you which relieved him. He helped you get comfortable on the bed, careful to not hurt you.
“How’s everyone else?” you struggled to ask.
“They’re more than fine, Ms. (Y/N). You’re the only injured one.” Great, just another reason for Dick to yell at you as soon as he saw you.
You didn’t expect your boyfriend to enter the room the moment Alfred left. The silence between you was as uncomfortable as awkward— he clearly wanted to say something, so you waited for a comment that never came.
Dick couldn’t stop staring or find the appropriate thing to say for that matter. He had known you would be okay, but what if you wouldn’t? What if he hadn’t taken you to Alfred on time? What if the injury had been more critical?
He skipped patrol that night to stay with you in case you needed anything. Your silence hurt him, he wanted to hear your voice, to know you were okay by your own words. Fighting with you always bummed him, and the reason behind said fights always being the same wasn’t comforting at all. He didn’t think it was fair for you to worry him as much as you did because you couldn’t help but putting other people before you— he loved that about you because of how kind and caring you were but he hated it because he didn’t want anything bad to happen to you.
Dick understood, however, that either of you saying something would end in another fight. Not wanting to upset you, he just made you company until you fell asleep.
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Dark strands of hair were such a familiar sight to you. Through your fingers, on your chest or stomach, between your legs, from behind the mirror when Dick fixed his hair as you did your makeup... your favorite one was when you’d get home and he’d be on the couch, laying on his side with a hand under his cheek and his untamed hair let you know he had been tossing on the couch like he often did when he was watching tv or playing video games before falling asleep.
The one you were seeing was close to that, but his neck was stiff and his body curled up in what seemed an attempt to fit perfectly in the armchair. He stirred awake no long after, you hoped it wasn’t because of the intensity of your gaze.
Groggily, he asked, “how are you feeling?”
“Sore,” you answered truthfully.
He bolted up the chair the moment you made a motion to change your position.
You lifted a hand, “I can do it on my own.”
Dick ignored your stubbornness and held you carefully with his palm flat on your back. You groaned as you tried to get comfortable, annoyed by his gesture to no end. His exasperated sigh made you roll your eyes, maddening you even more.
“Can you stop acting like a brat for a moment?”
“I wouldn’t act like a brat if you didn’t make me feel so guilty, Richard!” You snapped.
He huffed, crossing his arms. Opening his mouth only to clamp it shut, Dick turned around and sat back down, seemingly deciding to keep quiet. Probably for the best.
The recovering days were nightmarish. Your boyfriend didn’t really speak to you but would be overprotective at every moment. Dick had gone to the extent of leaving you under his family’s care, his siblings would take turns with Alfred to come and visit you, they’d bring food and movies to watch so they could distract you.
Tired of it all, you waited up for him one night. You felt fine, you weren’t in pain anymore, and you had started to do lightweight chores.
Dick threw his duffle-bag carelessly to the floor upon hearing noises in the kitchen. To his horror, you were making what looked like hot chocolate.
“Lemme do it,” he said from behind you, his warm palm resting lightly on your lower back as if to steady you.
You merely shook your head, your attention never moving away from the saucepan. “Do you want a cup?” you asked softly, hoping you could avoid another fight.
He didn’t answer you. Dick continued to steady you until the beverage was ready. Surprised, you poured the hot mixture into the two mugs you had ready. He removed his hand from your backside to pick both mugs, carrying them to the table.
Smirking to yourself, you turned the hob off. His eyes didn’t leave your form, watching every move you made toward the table. Dick had already pulled a chair out for you which you took, nodding as a thank you.
“You feeling better?” You nodded to answer his question. “Alfred said you’ll be good as new in a couple of weeks.”
“That’s a stretch,” you blurted. Your expectations were to be ready by next week.
He took a gulp of hot chocolate to restrain himself. He had promised he’d try, although it hadn’t gone well the first time he could try some more. “It’s a safety precaution,” he opted for explaining, softly putting the mug on the table.
Wrapping your fingers around your mug, you unconsciously sighed as the heat from the ceramic warmed your palms. “Are you still mad at me?”
“I don’t know,” he answered bluntly. “I don’t want to,” his clarification came quickly, “you scared the shit out of me.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
Dick didn’t doubt it. In fact, one of the few things he was sure in life was that you would never intentionally hurt him. He worried his fear of losing you would make you think he didn’t view you as capable— words weren’t enough to tell you how proud he was of you. And he was sure it was mutual.
“You need to be more careful,” he repeated what he said every time you got injured.
Placing the mug down, you wiped the chocolate mustache off with a napkin as you nodded. “You need to not get mad at me for doing my job, though.”
Dick nodded back, extending his hand across the table to place on top of yours. You marveled at how warm his palms were all the time, how their weight was always so comforting. Like him.
“Am I forgiven?” he inquired, standing up to take the seat next to yours instead of the one in front of you.
Chuckling, you feigned pondering. “I suppose you are,” you teased. The relief of the tension between you finally coming to an end increasing as he turned his hand to intertwine his fingers with yours.
“Thank God,” he exclaimed, leaning to kiss the side of your head. “I hate sleeping without you.”
“That makes two of us.” You leaned closer to him too, placing your head on his shoulder. You knew better than trying to get too touchy at that moment, he’d scold you and get protective, after all.
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pogueswrld · 3 years ago
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Hi Haddie!
I would like to request fem!reader with asthma dating Dawn Granger (Titans), please?
Thank you!
first time writing for dawn, pls tell me how this was and I'm so sorry for how late it is!! I've lost inspo for quite some time
*•.¸♡ lover of mine ♡¸.•*
pairing: dawn granger x fem!plus sized!reader
warnings: not much tbh just an asthma attack and dawn being an angel
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Today seemed fine as it is, the weather was perfect for a day out, the streets weren't as busy as they'd usually be, and y/n and Dawn found peace in that.
They've decided, instead of going out to the city, they'd have a picnic breakfast then spend the rest of the day at home. It seemed fitting enough.
They packed enough food and drinks to feed three houses, but they didn't mind. Whatever they didn't eat, they can always send it to the Titans downtown. Dawn knows how fast Gar can inhale his food.
By the time they made it back home, it was around noon and the couple decided to split today's chores; Dawn would clean their shared apartment while y/n would prepare lunch that they've planned to have with Dick and Hank.
It wasn't anything formal, but y/n decided to start early to make a mini feast for the boys, heaven knows they all eat like pigs.
She had barely started when y/n realized she was missing a few ingredients, so with a groan at the realization that she will have to go to city, she grabbed her bag and kissed her lover goodbye.
Dawn and y/n have been together for about a year now, y/n remembers when they first met; she was just another girl in San Francisco. Just another girl who was at the wrong place in the wrong time.
There was a robbery nearby her former workplace and y/n was the one locking up. That's when she heard the gunshots and saw the vigilantes running about in a hallway not too far from her. Filled with panic, she tried to run the other way but was cut off by more robbers. They held her with a gun to her head as they threatened the Titans to kill her if they don't let them leave, and in the midst of her chaos y/n found Dawn's eyes and somehow that was comforting enough.
Everything that happened after that was a rush, the Titans did take down the criminals, and y/n was safely placed on the roof of a nearby building by Dove. y/n didn't see her again until months later, and that too was a coincidence.
She had gone to wash her clothes and found the vigilante littered with brushes and gashes in a dark hallway beside her, she took it upon herself to help her. y/n highly doubted Dawn wanted to go to a hospital and risk announcing her identity.
y/n likes to say that the rest was history, that they were brought together by fate or whatever it was controlling their lives.
She's thankful, of course. She's thankful for all the nights they get to spend together; watching a movie or chatting about their futures, or even exploring one another with the intimacy of the sun and the moon. She's thankful for all the days they get to spend together where they'd dance or sing, or go on dates that end in feverish kisses and flushed faces.
The city may have not been as busy as usual, but the stores were. y/n didn't have a car, and she didn't remember to grab Dawn's keys on her way out, so she was stuck walking all the way to the nearest store —which was a few blocks away— get everything she needed and stand in line then rush back home.
Maybe she shouldn't have rushed as fast as she did, because halfway into her run her heart started speeding against the wind, and there was a low whistle sound with each breath of air she heaves. Still, she pressed on.
By the time her apartment complex came to view, y/n was having trouble breathing, she slowed down to a walk and paused every few minutes to catch her breath but the tightness in her chest prevented her from calming down. Panic set in as she realized she's having some sort of attack, and a wave of nausea passed through her when she couldn't find her inhaler in her bag.
Cursing her luck, y/n continued her walk. She was aware of her wheezing breath and her trembling body, her eyes glazed over and she squinted as she made it to the door.
She sat on the steps, deciding to calm down before climbing them because they alone needed her inhaler.
She must've made some sort of a disturbing noise because she didn't notice Dawn rushing down the stairs to get to her. "Hey, hey, you're okay. You're okay." Dawn whispered as she kneeled in front of the girl, her braid disappearing behind her shoulder. "Breathe with me, okay? Can you do that baby?"
With a fogged mind and a choked throat, y/n nodded as best as she could. She tried her best to copy Dawn's breatjing pattern; take a deep breath, lock it in for five seconds, let it go in a deep exhale. She repeated until her heart calmed down and her grip onto her girlfriends forearms wasn't a tight one.
She was exhausted, a drowsy feeling washing over her that made her want to crawl under cold sheets and never resurface. y/n frowned, knowing her day has been ruined, and buried her face in Dawn's chest to hide her teary eyes.
Dawn knew that she was upset, she saw it in her eyes, so she wrapped her arms around her head and let her rest for a minute. Then she was kissing her hairline and slowly pulling her face upwards to press more kisses across her face, from her forehead to her eyes and cheeks and lips.
"I'm sorry," y/n whispered, causing Dawn to shush her. "It's fine baby, you're okay. Are you feeling better?" y/n only hummed and leaned into Dawn's hand, craving her comforting touch.
"I forgot my inhaler." y/n mumbled and Dawn chuckled, pushing some loose strand behind her ear. "Yeah I figured, I saw you limping coming in." y/n groaned in embarrassment and covered her face with her hands, Dawn only chuckled at her and pulled her by her wrists to see her flushed face. "Do you still wanna make lunch or should I order a take out?"
It was y/n turn to chuckle, "I think a take out would do, I don't think they'll notice the difference."
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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year ago
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.⋆。Learned Behaviours。⋆.
Dick Grayson x plus size reader
The one where Alice has picked up some bad habits
Warnings: pregnant reader, fluff, dad!dick
WC: 1.1k
Minors DNI
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Nap time was sacred in the Grayson household. After lunch had been devoured and playtime had been played, you would all gather in the living room and toss blankets and pillows onto the floor before all curling up together for a nap.
It started when Alice was barely a week old. Neither you or Dick had any energy to step foot from the small square of warmth between the coffee table and the couch that had become Alice's spot. The both of you frequently fell asleep next to each other on the floor, watching over your little one as she slumbered on. And thus family nap time was born.
Now that Alice was almost 4, naps were a little less vital for her but as you hit the 6 month mark of your pregnancy and Dick started going back to his duty as Nightwing- naps were a necessity to the grown-ups. So you threw on some Bluey for your daughter to watch and curled around her little body as your husband wrapped an arm around your pregnant belly and nuzzled his nose into the back of your head. 
You both were passed out before the theme song ended.
A soft crunching brought you back from sleep. You groaned, now feeling uncomfortable as your front is cold while your back is overheating. You shoved Dick away from you, getting immediate relief from his furnace-like body but something was still wrong.
The TV was paused on an image of the cartoon dogs your daughter loved so much, but she was nowhere to be seen. “Ali?” You called, your voice raspy with sleep, but you were met with more soft crunching.
You groaned and sat up, your stomach churned as your baby woke up with you. “I know I know.” You whispered to them, standing cautiously, taking note that the sun had long-since set. Dick was still asleep at your feet, now curled around a pillow instead of your soft body. 
A thud came from the kitchen, distracting you from the sight of your handsome husband. A dull blue light filtered into the living room from behind the huge L-shaped couch. Now curious, you stepped around Dick quietly and tip-toed into the fully renovated kitchen.
Your brows scrunched in confusion- the fridge was wide open, providing the light you had seen from the living room but all other lights were off. “Ali?” You called out again, causing the crunching to stop. 
There was a clatter of dishes and then the fridge slammed shut. “'M here mommy!” Alice called back in a sickly sweet voice that she always used when she was in trouble. You smiled as she rounded the kitchen island. She wore an oversized hoodie, it flaring out around her legs from where it covered the black tutu she wore constantly these days. 
Her dark hair was in cute little buns at the top of her head, still somehow perfectly styled even after a day of play with her father. “What are you up to, baby bird?” You rub a hand over her head as she clutched at your pyjama pants.
“Nothin'.” She responded but her eyes darted over to the fridge.
You sighed. “Were you doing something you weren't supposed to?” She shook her head reluctantly. “Then I guess you wouldn't mind if I got a snack would you?” Her eyes went wide.
“Lemme get it for you mommy! You need rest!” She attempted to shove your legs to send you back to the couch but stopped when she saw your raised eyebrow. Alice scurried off, once again disappearing behind the island counter.
One of the cabinets slammed open, there was a rustle of plastic and then she returned, her tiny arms laden with her favourite snacks almost as if she were giving up an offering. “Here mommy! Now go sit.” You laughed under your breath at her antics.
“Alice, it's ok if you were hungry and wanted to get yourself a snack but you know not to go into the fridge without daddy or I to help you, you could’ve made a very big mess.” Her head lolled forward in shame. She dropped all her snacks to the floor in favour of \lifting her chunky hands above her head.
You did not hesitate to scoop her up and sit her on her wide hip. Immediately, she burrowed her face into your neck. “Sorry momma.” She murmured, her breath warming your skin. Placing a kiss to her soft forehead, you walked into the kitchen.
“That's ok baby, I know you were probably getting really hungry while daddy and I slept huh?” She nodded. The kitchen floor was spotless, which was surprising considering your daughter was about as graceful as a drunk giraffe, but there was a suspicious looking spoon on the ground.
Ignoring it for now, you went to the large fridge and carefully pulled open the door, bracing yourself for what you were about to find.
One of Dick's boxes of cereals sat on the second lowest shelf, slowly leaking milk onto the glass below while the half-empty jug sat open next to it. Unable to stop yourself, you laughed aloud, jostling your daughter who now rested on your chest.
It was an incredibly familiar sight from long before Alice was born. Dick used to frequently pour milk directly into bags of cereal in order to eat directly out of the box to cut down on dishes. 
You gave Alice a loving squeeze and set her down on the tile floor. “Good job not making a mess baby but maybe next time we can use a bowl and not the box.” She nodded in agreement, her smile returning now that she knew she wasn't in trouble. “Ok, let mommy clear this up. How about you wake up dad and get him to order us some pizza?”
Her little feet slapped against the floor as she ran off back to where her dad continued to slumber. With some effort, you retrieved the spoon and threw it into the sink before grabbing the soggy cardboard and throwing it into the trash just in time to hear a pained cry from Dick.
Standing on your toes, you were able to see that she had slid on her knees onto the blankets and then directly into his gut, violently waking him. “Hey there birdie.” He groaned.
“Mommy says we get pizza!” She shouted at him.
“Oh does she? And is mommy paying for this pizza?” His arms wound around her, tugging the small girl to his chest as she giggled.
“Daddy's paying cause obviously someone's been eating directly from the cereal box again and his little clone has picked up the habit.” At least he looked shameful as he glanced at you with a shy smile.
“Ok daddy's getting pizza!” Alice cheered and you rolled your eyes, somehow not being annoyed at all.
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theodorecanaryhood · 5 years ago
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Just be you
Nightwing/Dick Grayson x reader (platonic) Titans universe
Description: Dick is set up with a mutual friend and it gets romantic.
You and Dick had been good friends for about 2 years, got really close. You began dating his brother Jason a little while ago, about 6 months or so. Was going really well.
Your best friend, her nickname is Flossy but her name is y/f/n. She is plus size, elegant. However, she has had trouble finding love, as men in Gotham are Pigs. Prefer stick insects that are unhealthy and need to digest a cheeseburger or two.
You always loved food so that was never an issue, being the average and healthy size. Flossy was always a bit self conscious....especially since all the other girls in the city that were your age were skinnier, prettier and better.
'I've been invited out to a party, wanna come babe?' You ask Flossy as you walk in the room with Jason. Your friend looks at you and smiles a little.
'Not in the mood, think I might just have and early night' y/f/n responds, Jason walks upto her,
'Come on, it'll be fun. It's at Dick's place' Jason informs, Dick hadn't met your best friend yet. Flossy shrugged a little and nodded hesitantly
'Ok, if it makes you happy, let me get ready' she said as she stood and walked out of the room. Jason leant down and gave you a quick kiss.
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The Titans Tower, huge building and pretty tall as well. Inside was Dawn, Hank, Rachel, Gar, Donna, Kori, Conner and Dick.
'Hey y/n and Jason. So glad you made it' Dick cheered as he walked over to hug you as you stepped out of the elevator. Y/f/n stood shy as she watched you interact with Dick.
'Missed you so much, been ages since we last met up. Oh, Dick this is my friend. Gonna go get us some drinks' you said as you walked over to say hi to everyone else and get drinks.
'Nice building' your friend said to Dick, Dick smiled and nodded, 'I'm y/f/n, everyone just calls me Flossy' she said as she took Dick's hand,
'Richard, but everyone calls me Dick' he said in response as he shook her hand, ' so Flossy? Why that?'
Flossy looked at him and smiled 'just something I got stuck with as a kid', you come back with two drinks for both of you,
'Hey, back did you miss me?' You asked cheerfully,
'Always do bestie' Flossy said laughing
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It was late, real late and everyone was having a blast, you were slow dancing with Jason while all the other couples were up. Hank and Dawn, Rachel and Gar along with the group of friends Donna, Kori and Conner. You were having a great time, then 'bad guy' came blasting and everyone started singing and dancing round to it.
Took until the second verse for you to notice y/f/n wasn't up, sitting down alone drinking. You were about to go over and get her up when you spotted Dick beat you to it and offer his hand, which she accepted. You smiled over happily as your friend wasn't alone now.
...
The end came too soon, yet was best as everyone was drunk or just really tuckered out.
'Wanna stay in my old room?' Jason asked you, slurring a little,
'Think it's best, he's drank more than you' Kori said as she hugged you goodnight and Rachel followed. Everyone disappeared off to bed as you and Jason followed suit.
'Where's Flossy?' You asked Jason as he shrugged his shoulders,
'Don't worry babe, she was with Dick last time I saw' Jason replied as he tried to pull you to the bed.
'I should go check she's ok' you said as you tried to walk away, Jason grabbed your hand and pulled you on his lap,
'Don't worry about her, she's fine. Let's go to bed now' Jason whispered in your ear as he pouted a little.
...
The next morning you walked into the kitchen to find Flossy eating Dick's cereal happily,
'Morning, sleep well? Is that Dick's cereal?' You asked as you poured yourself a cup of coffee.
'Yeah, he said I could have some' she replied smiling at you, you gave a confused face,
'He never let's anyone touch his cereal' you stated, y/f/n just smiled and turned back around to carry on eating. Dick then walked in whistling,
'Morning' he said to you as he grabbed some coffee too, 'hello you' he said to y/f/n with a smile and a wink.
'Oh' you said as you gasped, 'you two...you' was all you could manage to spill out as the two just nodded.
'I no longer have body issues after last night' Flossy said, standing and kissing Dick which is when Jason came in and saw.
'Nice' was all he said as he poured coffee and gave you a kiss on the lips, 'we having breakfast or skipping?' Jason asked you as you just stood frozen.
'Give her some time' Flossy said chuckling, but in the end you were so happy for your friends being together.
'Glad you didn't call it an early night?' Jason asked as everyone started laughing, you hugging Dick and your best friend.
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wordsfromthesol · 5 years ago
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Out of Place (3/6)
Author: @wordsfromthesol Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Summary: Meeting Dick, and the rest of the batboys.  You’re confused, since you are nowhere near Bludhaven or Gotham. Some tragedies, some battles, etc. Happy ending because I’m a sap. Warnings: Language, blood and torture and other injuries, light smut Word Count: 1.5k A/N: I’m almost finished with the story and hope to post the rest soon.
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You watched vigilantly, while making mindless conversation with some patriarchal asshole. He did most of the talking, so it was easy for you to keep an eye on the boys, even if you weren’t entirely sure what this plan of theirs was. Suddenly, you see a fire fight break out. Fuck. Everyone on the beach was scattering, you lost your cover for being there. You ran over to a nearby tree and climbed. Hoping to stay out of sight, while making sure these two didn’t die. You see John pined to the ground with a sword at his throat. Well I guess that’s where all the cuts came from. Jason was nowhere to be seen. Come on John, get up. You seen the pain grimaced on his face. You knew it was too soon for him to be back in the field. Fuck. I’m so going to regret this. You jumped from your hiding place and rolled onto the ground. The assailant glanced up, unsure of what kind of foe you were. You whipped the gun from your waistband and shot directly at the swordsman’s shoulder. Wincing the figure was thrown backwards just enough that Nightwing was freed. He ran over to you.
“Y/N! What the fuck were you thinking?!”
“That you were going to be killed. It was whelming.” Your lips turned upward into a smirk. “I’m going to go back into hiding now, stay safe!” Without a thought you pecked him on the cheek and ran into the darkness. Climbing a nearby tree, you sat watching the fight unfold once more.
Jason ran over, “Fuck dude, I thought you were a goner. Where the fuck did Y/N come from?”
“I don’t even know. I just hope she’s safe.”
The two turned back to back as six men surrounded them. Thankfully, the two leaguers had taken off. This was not the job they were paid to do. Little did you know; their job was more centered around you than the two vigilantes.
Pulling up to your apartment, you helped John up the stairs. Several of his wounds had reopened. Thankfully, no more life-threatening ones were given. You fixed up both Jason and John and slumped onto the couch.
“Oh Jay,” not even thinking about the nickname you had just given him, “if you want a change of clothes, I bought a few things for John. Ya’ll are about the same size.”
The boys excuse was to go get clean clothes. Though you knew they were probably talking about the mission.
“Jay?” Dick questioned.
“I don’t know, maybe she heard you say it”
“Hmm..mm. Well, the leaguers got away. What do you think they were after?”
“Clearly, not the drugs. Or the gang dealing them.”
“Fuck. This isn’t over is it, Red?”
“’Fraid not Dickiebird”
Jason hopped in the shower, and John plopped on the couch next to you.
“Looks like this thing isn’t over”
“Yeah, I gathered that we the sword freak got away”
“You…you mind if we stay?”
“What kind of nurse would I be if I said no, Dickiebird?”
After the initial shock had passed, “Were you ease dropping, Y/N/N?”
“Blame my upbringing,” nonchalantly waving your hand. “Plus, it is my apartment.”
After a few moments in silence, you turned towards him, “Alright, so 1. That’s a weird ass nickname, John. 2. What the fuck are these guys after, if not drugs? 3. Who the fuck is the league?”
*Sigh* “I guess I should read you in…My name is actually Richard, but I go by Dick…hence how Jay came up with the colorful nickname. We have absolutely no clue, we thought it was just the drugs, and now Razorburn saw your face.” Dick put his head in his hands. “The League of Assassins is the full name, and the name is pretty self-explanatory. Razorburn is one of Ra’s al Ghul’s personal hitman. If he’s here, that can only mean more trouble will follow. Me and Jay may need more backup.”
“Ra’s al Ghul is…”
“The leader, the Demon.”
“Great…look, Dick, are you sure this is your job? I get you’re a superhero or whatever, but isn’t there someone else that can do this?”
“Y/N/N, I do this because I’m the someone else that can. I’ve trained since I was nine years old. Even earlier for some types of training. I can’t risk the lives of the police, they would have no idea what they are getting into.”
Jason steps out of the bathroom and sees Dick’s hand and yours intertwined. “You love birds need some more room? Plenty of things I can do in the bathroom…”
“Don’t you dare…” you growl at him, quickly pulling your hand away from Dick’s. “Right, well. You guys call whoever you need, not sure how many more can fit in my apartment…but whatever. I need a drink.” You see Dick glance over at the bottles of wine on the counter. “I need a strong drink.” Quickly you grab your keys and walk out the door.
“Jay, follow her…will ya? I am in desperate need of a shower.”
Though the words didn’t even need to be said, Jason was already headed towards the door.
Soon, weeks had gone by. You had gone back to your normal life. The boys had left. Though, both kept up with you. Guess you made an impression. Surprisingly Dick had come to visit you nearly every weekend. Jay even tagged along every once in a while.
Now almost a year had passed.
Dick stumbled out from your bedroom to find you, unshockingly, at the coffee machine. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Dick…you okay?” Yeah, you slept in the same bed, but it’s not like anything ever happened. You two were best friends, yeah you tossed the idea around, but no. It was Grayson, your best friend, and this…this was very out of character.
“Yeah, just…just needed a hug I guess.”
“Have a bad patrol?”
He looked up at the ceiling, “Yeah, I didn’t make it in time.” He remembered the young girl. She looked just like you. That’s what really got him, though he wouldn’t admit that out loud.
He had gotten in late last night, so you figured he hopped on Bruce’s plane as soon as his patrol was over. You don’t even think he showered, just pulled off his costume and put on the sweatpants he left there. What you didn’t know, is he really didn’t sleep at all. Just crawled into bed and pulled you in close. He was thankful you were sleeping heavily that night, because all he needed was your touch. He pulled away as soon as you started to stir and drifted to sleep for a few short moments.
“Dick” you cupped your hands around his face, “you can’t save everyone. You have to be grateful for the people that get another chance at life. Thanks to you.” You walked towards the bedroom and called out “I’m thinking it’s a pool day. Grab some coffee and meet me down there?” He nodded as you walked into your room and put your suit on. A few minutes later Dick joined you at the pool downstairs. It was still too early for anyone else to be out.
Razorburn, however, was hardly a person. He laid in the valley of the pool house roof. Head barely peaking over the ridge. He had been watching for weeks, waiting for Ra’s al Ghul signal to strike. Finally, he saw Cheshire leaping from the rooftops. It was time. Dick should’ve spotted the two, but his mind was still clouded from the events that transpired the night before. The events that Ra’s al Ghul had set up. He needed Grayson’s mind clouded. He needed you out of the apartment and focused on Grayson.
Cheshire bounded, and landed on your apartment’s patio. She waltzed into the apartment, however, she was not expecting the Red Hood to be on your couch.
*Back at the pool*
“Oh, Jay’s here”
“Really? Look, I’ve got both my boys this weekend” you smiled up at him from the water.
“Yeah, he’s pissed at dad…big shocker there.”
“You know there is always room for you two here. I’ll go up and say hi. I could use a mimosa anyways…” you winked his way and got out of the pool.
“Oh…Irish coffee!” He called after you as he sat on the pool chair.
You walked up the stairs and heard a crash coming from your apartment. Shit. You ran to the other side of the building and screamed, “DICK!”
You saw him racing towards your apartment, but you had to see if Jay was okay. You opened the door to find your things massacred. Jay and a woman in a cat mask were grappling on the floor. You rushed to your room, to grab your gun.
“Y/N, don’t!” Jason called after you.
It was too late, you stood face to face with Razorburn. You had been in martial arts training since meeting the boys. But a year of practice hardly compared to the skills of the assassin.
Dick raced into the apartment and headed immediately towards his brother, pinned down on the floor. Cheshire jumped back, freeing Jason.
“Get Y/N! I’ve got this!”
Dick looked around frantic and ran to the bedroom. Just in time to see Razorburn exit through the window with you on his shoulder.
“They’ve got her Jay! Don’t let Cheshire leave, I’m following…” the rest of Dick’s sentence was cut short as he leaped from the window.
“Well…where are you taking her?”
Cheshire smirked as the two cautiously went in circles. “Oh little birdie, you really don’t know your Y/N very well do you?”
“What do you mean? She is not involved in any of this.”
“Maybe not intentionally, but some very powerful men want something she has. Or at least, something she can get,” she waved her hands around, “that’s not my information to give.” She winked and ran to the balcony door.
“Fuck.” Jay didn’t even have the energy for a chase. Dick was already after Razorburn. Jason pulled out his phone.
“Tim, I need your help. Me and Dick both. You need to get to Y/Address, now.” He didn’t even wait for a response.
Soon after Dick stumbled into the apartment. “I fucking lost her. How…how did I lose her?”
“Tim’s on his way.”
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yeaaabudddy · 6 years ago
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A Little Crossover (1/4)
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Ship: Peter Parker x Batsis!Reader (Y/N)
Characters: Peter Parker (Spider-Man), Reader (S/H/N), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Jason Todd (Red Hood), Tim Drake (Red Robin), and Damian Wayne (Robin)
Type: Fluff
Requested: Yes, by @wolfiemichele and @comicsgirlimagines (her request was a bit long so I didn’t show it but I will definitely write it all up!)
Words: 2 220
Notes: This took a long time to write that’s why I wasn’t able to post for a few days, I’m currently still writing more for this so if you want more parts please let me know! Thank you for the request, it was fun to write! Also (h/c) = hair colour.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
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You walked around on top of buildings of the southern regions of Gotham, trying to see if there’s any crime on the street that might need your attention.
As you land on a closed burger joint, you noticed harsh whispering that invaded your sense. You turned to see the alley on the side of the building, noticing 3 bulky men and a terrified woman in the middle.
Your blood boiled at the thought of these men abusing their power over someone who wasn’t able to fight back. Her hands were held back by 2 of the men and the other guy was threatening her with physical and verbal violence.
You drop down lightly into the alley. Your footsteps light and your costume bleeding into the night, concealing you.
The man in front of the woman reached out for her bag and that’s when you knew it was your time to act.
You appeared behind him, kicking the back of his knee. He kneeled in response to his weakening and went to turn around but you knocked him out with your grappling hook. The two guys holding down the girl look at you in surprise.
Their leader was taken care of very quickly but they still had confidence as it was 2 against one. The guy on her right let goes of her arm to quickly get a punch in and the other bulky man reaches into his pocket and grabs a gun out.
You easily deflect the punch and see the scene in front of you. The girl was captive and being threatened with a gun.
If it was just you, you would’ve easily been able to deflect it but another person here was getting their life threatened which made you a bit nervous. You had to fight the current goon on your ass as he was continuously trying to attack you.
You dodged all the attacks about to go punch him as hard as you can before you hear a weird squirting noise that you couldn’t pinpoint.
Suddenly a web-like thing attaches itself to the man you were about to attack, constricting him and allowing you to get a clear hit in, kicking him out as well. You look around to see where it came from and you saw a man dressed in red and blue spandex jumping down and appearing before you.
You don’t dwell on the figure, hoping that he’s not a bad guy and put your focus on the woman who still had a gun held to her head.
“Don’t come close or I’ll shoot!” The man yelled, his hand shaking in fear as he noticed your gaze.
You put your hands up to show you weren’t a danger (at the moment).
“Just let her go and I won’t hurt you.” You negotiated -obviously lying but he didn't need to know that. Before you could get another word in you saw his hand clench the trigger, about to go through the motion of shooting but then you heard the familiar squirting sound.
“I got it!” The muffled voice of the boy in spandex yelled.
A thread suddenly attached itself onto the gun in between the two, pulling it to face you two instead. The boy pulls it towards him, trying to loosen the grip of the man’s hand on the gun.
Before you can fully detach the gun from him, he manages to get in a shot. You immediately act by jumping to the woman who had moved to your side unconsciously when she was freed. She was standing in shock at the alley wall and you pushed her from any incoming injuries.
The bullet missed the target, landing a few feet away from the position where she was standing. You looked angrily at the man seeing that the boy had constricted him onto the wall, the gun on the ground and his mouth struggling against the same thread.
“That was reckless!” You shouted at the boy dressed up in the obnoxiously bright colours.
“B- but I just-” He looked at you in confusion. The man was about to shoot and he stopped him from getting a direct hit.
“Sure, I was a damsel, I was in distress but I had it under control and didn’t need your help. I have learned many techniques on how to save a hostage and done this many times. I had a plan.”
The red and blue boy’s posture went defensive as his hand went to rub his neck and looking away from you. He wasn’t sure how to respond as he’s never really been in this situation. You made him pretty intimidated by your dominating personality in the field.
“But…” You paused your glaring, catching his attention again. ”Thank you for the help.” You turned your attention to the woman who looked at the man who held her in captive in awe. The white thread holding a lot of interest.
“You okay to wait for the police to come and give them a statement?” You asked her, making sure that she was mentally okay before you hand her to the police.
“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little taken aback. Thank you.” She looked at you before looking in between you and the boy spider. “Thank you both.”
You smiled at her in response, hearing the muted noise of police sirens becoming clearer. “It’s no problem but we gotta go.” You informed her before grappling up to the building and making your way across a few roofs away, hearing the hero following you.
You turned around after the fourth building -a pizza place, you noted. You came eye to eye with the other hero that was present before you.
“Are you…” Your eyes look over his costume before making an assumption. “Spider...man?”
The ‘eyes’ on his costume widen in size making you think that his eyes actually widened.
“Y-yeah! You heard of me?” His voice became higher than before making you question how old he actually was.
“Saw some videos but what are you doing in Gotham?” The videos you saw of him in crappy costumes catching buses and climbing buildings but they were all taken with the location stamp of Queens, a neighbouring city.
“Oh, uh. I was actually just patrolling around the city and I think I accidentally entered your city when I got caught up in my thoughts. Guess I webslinged here and then I saw you and the girl and thought I’d help out.” He explained his side nervously. He hoped you wouldn’t think he was lying or making it up.
“Well, I guess Gotham does need all the help it can get.” Peter laughed knowing that Gotham’s crime rate was pretty high even if it had the whole bat-family helping out to lessen it. Crime just didn’t want to leave its newfound home in Gotham.
“I would always love to help out. That’s why I chose this life.” He relayed his thoughts, he would definitely come back to help you if you ever needed it. Not that he didn't think you could take care of yourself but all the horror stories he’s heard made him fear the city a bit. If you needed another hero, he would come. “If you ever need help, I don’t mind.”
You smirked at his unsuspecting form. He was such a boy but you thought it was cute.
“Are you asking for my number?”
“Uh-” He was surprised at the forwardness of your statement but he realized what he might’ve implied. He blushed and thanked the mask for concealing it.
“Well?” You asked with the smirk still prominent on your face, making him nervous.
“I mean, I wouldn’t mind… getting your number.” You laughed at his shyness, you thought that because of his bright outfit in the middle of the night that he would be a more confident person -and usually, he was (but with you there was something that made him naturally nervous).
“I have to know how old you are first… and maybe your name?” You reach inside your pocket to take out your phone. Waiting for his response before handing it to him.
“I’m 15 and, well, secret Identities and all…” He was conflicted on whether to tell you or not. He’s been told not to trust easily by Tony, especially not by cute girls. You ticked off all the reasons why he should distrust you but he doesn’t think he could.
Plus you were a part of the whole bat-family which meant you had to be trustable because you knew who Batman was! No one just knows who Batman is.
“Very guarded.” You noted and he looked in embarrassment. “I respect that.” You still hand him your phone, realizing that he was probably new to the whole hero gig.
“You still gotta enter something as your name though and I could easily search up your number to get your name.” You point out as he types out his digits into a new contact. He freezes at your statement when he notices his mistake.
“I’m an idiot.” Not knowing whether to fill out his full number anymore, his covered hands stop typing at the screen.
“Don’t worry spidey, I won’t search it unless you give me a reason to.” You smile at the flustered hero, prodding him to finish adding his number in.
He doesn’t know why he did it because he realized that you could probably find out about him using his number as you were trained by a detective but he trusted you because he’s heard a lot of stories about you and your ‘family’.
He handed your phone back and you pocket it, exchanging it for your grappling hook instead.
“Alright spidey, I gotta go report back but It was nice seeing you around and hopefully you can ‘accidentally’ end up here again.” You winked at him. You were about to shoot off into the night but before you make it to the edge of the building where you would take your leave, you turn around.
“By the way, I’m also 15 and my name is Y/N.” You grappled off, jumping off the next few buildings with speed. You were supposed to meet everyone back at the cave for a report and they were probably questioning why you were late.
You hated being late and so you rush faster to not cause any further worry. The other guys always worried about you as you were just 15, they really did care for you as a sister and you loved them. They could be so annoying but sometimes it felt like that’s what normal is supposed to feel like.
Once you arrived at your destination, hurrying inside the cave to see the other heroes still dressed up and reporting on their night. You noticed that Dick was back from his few days long covert mission.
They turn to you upon hearing your entrance. Questioning gazes on their faces but you stand at the empty spot left for you to report on what happened tonight.
After Nightwing’s mission report, Batman turned his attention to you.
“Why were you late?” His question was to the point, as expected.
“I just got caught up in some hero drama, some hero in Queens accidentally crossed onto Gotham, showed him the way back.” You half-lied because you don’t really wanna tell Batman that the guy had helped with some crime around here as he would go full detective mode on who it is.
You also know to expect him finding out about what actually happened in his own ways but you decided to give the poor guy a few days before he gets thoroughly investigated by the big bat himself.
“Who was it?” He demanded to know, his voice authoritative, making anyone else afraid and complicit but you’ll try to keep Spider-Man off of Bruce’s radar as much as you can although he no doubt has a file on him already.
“Doesn’t matter, he left.” You brush off the question, trying your best to avoid his gaze.
“He?” Jason spoke up from beside you, interested now that you mentioned a boy. You rolled your eyes at the prodding. You look at him betrayed, hoping he would’ve taken your side especially since it’s against Bruce’s.
“Oh my gosh, just a mistake no need to make it a big deal. I showed him the way out.” You regret not making up a story but you didn’t want to deal with the repercussions of completely lying about a situation, knowing how much lying could affect everything. Also, Bruce would be really mad and you didn’t want to deal with that.
“You know the rules.” Damnit. You knew Bruce was serious and as much as you wanted to brush this off you were gonna end up telling him whether you liked it or not.
“Okay, It was Spider-Man. Happy?” Bruce had no response but you knew what he was going to do with that information.
“Everyone is dismissed.” You all turn to leave the cave to change and go to sleep. Your head was already aching from discussing the night and the new number on your phone felt heavy in your pocket. You’re glad you got to keep one secret from Bruce.
“So this Spider guy huh?”
“Oh shut up Dick.”
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This is just the beginning, wanted to see how you guys would like it and I will post more!
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