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delusionsofgrandeur13 · 16 days ago

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CASUAL

two weeks and his dad invites you to his beach house..

chapter three

NSFW!! MDNI. seriously. please look away.

tim drake x reader

readers can expect: many sexual acts, sex sans condom, shower sex, semi-public fingering, oral like reader receiving and face fucking, blurry relationship lines, missionary and cowgirl, etc. i went buck wild and so reader did too.

one chapter left, it’s just gonna keep getting crazier. thanks for waiting so patiently, it’s a LONG one. enjoy!!

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“well, i need you to decide now.”

“this would’ve been a lot easier if you’d given me even a week’s notice..” you trail off under your breath, rolling your eyes.

you’re gonna have to call out of work, and see if your neighbor, or maybe lydia? could water your plants. you’d have to write up a note on which plants need some sun and which need more water than others. you’d need to make sure you have everything you need, from shorts, sandals, a bikini, to definitely something fancier, knowing tim’s family.

you sigh, shaking your head, lost in thought.

“no?!” tim asks, incredulous. you snap to, blinking.

“what? no. yes, i’ll go with you. calm down.” you reply, making a face when he huffs at you.

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earlier

“you look antisocial.” bruce wayne’s voice echoed around the empty den, the ice in his whiskey glass clinking as he set it down.

“i’m the president of a frat. being antisocial is borderline—no, downright impossible.”

bruce rubs a hand over his face, sighing.

“i know that, tim, and you know that, but we: the family, the frat…” bruce sighs again. “we need the good publicity.”

“it’s been a few weeks already, though.” tim gestures with his hands, getting exasperated. feeling like he’s trying to climb out of a sand pit. he will not be winning this argument. “doesn’t enough happen in gotham that people have already forgotten?”

“you’d think, right?” bruce chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “but unfortunately for you, no.”

“but—bruce, i’m not dating right now. who am i supposed to bring?” tim looks incredulous, his hands spread wide.

“you’ll figure it out.” bruce is hiding a smile behind his whiskey glass, taking a long sip.

“oh, come on—,” tim shuts his mouth when bruce holds up a hand.

“you have a month.”

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the week of..

seagulls call out to each other as the sea crashes beneath them, the sun a spotlight onto this beautiful little town you’d never thought you’d see.

old, colonial style houses with gardens full of obnoxiously huge hydrangea bushes, beautiful old women walking their pedigree cocker spaniels, golden retrievers, groomed poodles. the town center built on brick, with shops selling salt water taffy and artisanal, locally made ceramics. an old mustang drives past, rumbling down the cracked, well-worn streets.

the air itself feels premium, a deep breath bringing the fresh smell of clean earth and a lower note of salt from the ocean’s immediate presence.

it’d be overwhelming if it didn’t seem so perfect, the smile on tim’s face sending your heart stuttering. why didn’t you get out of gotham more often?

he grabs your suitcase from the trunk, setting it onto the gray gravel of the driveway with a crunch. how did they make even rocks look expensive? you take it, wheeling it over to the front door the best you can, tim behind you.

“master timothy.” an elderly man dressed to the nines opens the door, his mustache and beard gray but groomed to perfection. “they’re expecting you in the backyard.”

“we’re late?” you hiss to the boy next to you as he starts after the butler.

“..nah,” tim replies, looking back to give you a lazy and meant-to-be reassuring smile. you breathe in again, thinking about what this place would smell like as a candle.

“timmy…” the closest guy shouts, raising the cup he’s holding. his deep brown skin shines in the sunlight, glistening along with his wet swim trunks as he reclines on the deck furniture.

the blonde girl next to him turns, along with the girl she was talking to, who’s smaller, with a haircut not too different from tim’s. you try to roll your shoulders back as they take you in, the blonde girl giving you a solicitous smile.

the back yard is beautiful, and huge, the grassy lawn neverending, the pool attached to an almost pool-sized hot tub and a bar, tall trees surrounding the fence for privacy, but not blocking the sunlight.

the butler comes out with a tray of sandwiches and a refilled pitcher of lemonade, to cheers from the group.

the sun starts to set before you know it, and exhaustion sinks into your bones. your face hurts from smiling, voice scratchy from all the talking.

making a hasty excuse, you scamper inside. the silence of the kitchen helps loosen the vice on your ribs, letting you breathe in the cool air.

the butler watches you with an amused look from where he stands, behind the kitchen island. you notice him with a start, trying to play it off as the corners of his eyes crinkle into well-worn divots.

“could i please get some water, mr...?”

“pennyworth. but just alfred, please. and you are?” he extends his hand, nodding as you tell him your name, shaking his hand how you were taught to. “it’s lovely to meet you. would you like a bottle of water or a glass?”

“just a glass, if that’s alright.” you fidget, putting your hands behind your back.

“of course it’s alright, dear.” he hands you the glass, filled with frigid water but no ice. you thank him, gulping down a sip. “is there anything else i can do for you? show you your room? the bathroom?”

“maybe just my room, if it’s okay.” you say, clearing your throat.

he takes you upstairs, opening the door to your bedroom for the week with a sweeping gesture. your suitcase sits across the bed on the floor, your covers turned down. an open window beckons evening air inside, the smell of salt and flowers drifting into the space.

“your room, miss.”

“thank you very much, alfred.”

your new favorite place in the world, and it’s tim’s?

you shut your eyes, burrowing deeper into the cooled sheets and comforter.

tossing and turning, you can’t seem to shake the rolling feeling in your stomach that you’re not really supposed to be here. you settle onto your stomach, your face smushed into the pillow. a soft, cool hand brushes hair from your forehead, trailing down your burning skin to rub your back.

eyes glued shut, you sigh contentedly. the restlessness leaves you in waves, peace settling into your bones.

you feel the press of lips against your temple, and you fall into sleep as the presence fades.

the house is alive, the smell of bacon flirting with your nostrils. you roll out of bed, pulling on a hoodie and putting your hair up.

you come down the stairs, greeted by a small smile from cass who’s walking a loaded plate of pancakes to the table. your stomach growls, and duke chuckles from behind you.

“don’t worry, alfred’ll get you right.”

you smile in reply, nodding sheepishly. you follow him to the kitchen, grabbing the plate he hands to you, taking it to the table.

everything’s set, the bacon’s settled next to a steaming bowl of scrambled eggs, a pitcher of orange juice next to the basket of pre-toasted bread.

the sound of footsteps hits your ears, tim yawning as he enters the dining room. a faded old hoodie hangs off his shoulders, pajama pants slung low on his hips. he stretches like a cat, overdramatic as ever. but his hoodie rises, and your eyes track the line of hair leading from his navel, disappearing into his waistband. your mouth starts watering, definitely from the food. not because you just remembered his habit of going commando in flannel pajama pants. he passes your side of the table, tugging at your ponytail.

tim seats himself across from you, shooting you a sleepy smirk. dark circles ring his eyes, his hair tousled.

“good morning,” he says, his voice deep and thick with sleep. butterflies play tag in your large intestine as you and the table return the greeting.

tim raises an eyebrow, the bacon plate in his outstretched hands. you nod eagerly, and he chuckles quietly at the look on your face. duke chatters to cass about how he hopes to even out his tan at the beach tomorrow, steph quietly talking to alfred about his dinner menu for the week.

his bare foot pokes yours, and you stretch out your legs, slotting your feet between his on the ground. he leans over the table, the epitome of innocence as he shovels food into his mouth.

the day is mellow, one spent to laugh and chat with new friends, to twine your fingers into tim’s hair and scratch.

you’re given a tour of the small town, tim buying you your favorite flavor of saltwater taffy at the candy store, a souvenir necklace, the deep blue pendant made of seaglass. the way it catches the light reminds you of his eyes.

later, bruce wayne and his eldest son, dick grayson, arrive. cass notices the rumble of the engine first, starting the charge into the house with her siblings following. tim stretches out a hand for you to grab, leading you in.

“hello, hello!” dick says, gathering his siblings into a big group hug.

he brushes away your hand when you try to shake his, pulling you into a quick hug as well.

“you must be here with tim,” dick says, his eyes twinkling and full of warmth. “welcome to the family!”

“what do y’all think..family game night?” duke asks, holding open a cupboard door, revealing stacks and stacks of board games.

“not monopoly, though!” steph shouts. “bruce is way too good at that one.”

“i beat him last time we played,” tim whispers into your ear, the smirk on his lips clear in his voice.

he wins a game of uno, folds quickly in the following game of poker, salt water taffy as the chips. the wrapper crinkles as he pushes the candy out into his mouth, tucking the trash into his pocket. the hollowing of his cheeks as he sucks at the candy shouldn’t be as erotic as it is.

steph rolls her eyes, pulling her pile of taffy away from him.

“you always give up so early.” she says, tim’s eyebrow raising in response.

“what’s it to you,” he replies, crossing his arms. cass laughs, duke chuckling under his breath.

“either way,” dick says, “i’m gonna smoke you losers.”

bruce drops his hand, effectively shutting him up.

“royal flush!” duke shouts, pointing. cass’s eyebrows are touching her hair, her mouth a perfect ‘o’. steph scoffs, snatching up a taffy from her own stash to chew angrily.

tim smirks, sliding an arm around your shoulders.

“you’ll get ‘em next time, tiger.”

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the next day

“it’s probably a crime to ignore the way you look in that suit, babe.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes. “too cheesy. try that on a different girl and see where it gets you. i am not the one.”

tim smirks, crossing his arms. his sun kissed biceps look back at you as he leans in.

“i’ve gotten your pants off without a word, and i can do it again.”

“shut it, drake,” you shove him, laughing.

“usually i try to open it, doll.” he replies, and you roll your eyes again, starting down the beach.

you look back, adding a sway to your hips when you see his eyes locked onto your retreating figure.

“tease!” he shouts after you.

you bask in the sunlight, sliding your sunglasses up to watch the guys toss around a football. dick throws a perfect spiral to duke, who jumps to catch it one-handed. tim tackles him into the sand, dick cackling all the while.

cass motions to you, and steph nods, stretching her long legs out onto the blanket, feet nested in the sand.

“so,” she starts, tilting her head as she looks at you. “you and tim, huh?”

you blush, nodding. cass rolls her eyes at steph, giving her a look.

“yeah, yeah.” steph says, shaking her head. “look, did he tell you about us?”

you furrow your eyebrows, tearing your eyes away from the boys by the water.

“his family? of course.” you say, unsure. cass sighs.

“no, like, me and him,” steph says, her words sending your stomach off of a 50 foot cliff.

“..no, he hasn’t.” you say, keeping your tone light.

“we used to date, that’s all. nothing special for me, or anything.” she waves her hand. “water under the bridge, for sure. definitely got closer with his family, in the long run.” cass nods approvingly, giving you a reassuring smile.

“like, i promise there’s nothing there. it was a long time ago and we realized we’re much better off broken up.”

“okay,” you say, drawing circles in the sand.

“i just wanted to make sure you knew,” she continues, as you look up. “i knew he was never going to say anything.”

you nod, leaning back onto your hands. “well, no hard feelings. i promise.”

steph gives you a firm nod in return, her lips pulling into a grin.

“i think we’ll be good friends.”

cass hands you a peach ring from the bag.

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later,

you head upstairs to shower before dinner, tim waiting a beat before following you up the stairs.

he can barely take it, thinking about how you looked on the beach today.

he wanted to take you right there on the sand, roll around with you until he had you on top of him, hips clapping into his as you bounce on his cock.

he had to get you away, all to himself.

it was almost dinner time anyways. you two should probably work up an appetite, no?

steam envelops the room, the beat of the water on tile drowning out the soft moans that escape from your lips. your leg’s wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you, his eyes darkened with desire. tim’s barely able to hold back the rough noises leaving him, grunting as he watches the way your tits bounce with each of his thrusts.

need burns through his body, sending waves of heat off of him onto you. you know he’s about to come, can see it in the furrow of his brows and stutter of his hips.

he moans into the crook of your neck as he finishes, burying his hot cum deep inside of you.

you blink and tim’s beneath you, your back pressed against the shower wall as your leg rests on his shoulder.

a rough lick across your clit has you arching away from the pristine tile, tim’s first three fingers buried inside of you, pushing his cum deeper.

he’s relentless, sucking at your clit, messily shoving his fingers farther and farther into your pulsing hole. you can’t take it, the sensation making your thighs shake, your toes curl. you throw a hand over your mouth as you cry out. and before you know it:

you’re coming onto his tongue, and he laps it up, suckling and kissing away the mixture of your fluids.

he kisses his way over your stomach, licking a flat stripe up the valley of your breasts. you grip at his back, scratching into the muscled skin. he moans from where he’s situated, sucking your nipple into his mouth as he works the other with his fingers, arousal burning ever hot between your thighs. he moves, and your resulting whine is swallowed by him as he kisses you, passion laced in his lips as his tongue dances with yours. you lean into him, arms around his neck, letting him hold you up on your shaky legs.

gathering shampoo into his hands, he lathers it into bubbles before massaging it into your scalp. you practically go limp, his long fingers working, fingernails softly scratching.

he carefully rinses out every sud, smoothing conditioner into your hair to let it sit as he grabs the soap bar.

he slides it along your skin, his flushed cheeks and swollen lips making your heartbeat pound so loudly in your ears it’s a wonder that he can’t hear it.

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dinner’s at the local lobster restaurant, their neon sign winking at you as you enter.

you’re happy: it’s not somewhere hoity-toity with seven spoons just for different courses. you know how to eat lobster, you know how to get messy.

the plate in front of you makes your mouth water. you’re famished, the butter dripping off the corn on the cob and pooling under the herb-laden lobster has you blinking in disbelief.

the rest of the table digs in, and duke watches in awe as you crack your lobster easily.

“how’re you so good at that??” he asks, jaw dropped.

you giggle, sucking the butter off of your finger, extremely aware of tim tracking the movement like he’s a wolf and you’re a bunny. funny, he does chase after you wherever you go, doesn’t he?

you beckon to duke, who hands you his plate. the shell of his lobster cracks easily for you, even with your butter-greased fingers. you slide it back over to him, bruce giving you a nod, a warm smile.

“she’s so cool, but she never has the time to do anything. trust me, i’ve asked.” dick sighs.

you ponder this, pointing your seafood pick at him.

“are you sure she’s not just saying she’s busy?” you ask, and dick’s eyes widen.

“yes, i swear. she’s got a ton going on. always, always working.” he says.

you nod, chewing on another bite of food.

“just take her lunch. on her break. find out where she likes to eat and what her order is and bring it to her. have a date at her workplace.”

duke and dick’s eyes widen in unison, and duke nods.

“dude. that’s perfect.”

“why didn’t i think of that?!” dick says, disbelief painted across his face. the face he’s making along with the plastic bib is too much for everyone, just beyond comical.

steph giggles beside you as cass snorts, the table dissolving into laughter. even tim chuckles, shaking his head.

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that night

“it’s not like he was given a month in advance, or anything.”

you can feel yourself opening and closing your mouth like a fish. A MONTH?

and he took his sweet time, too. floundering around, always looking like he needed to say something to you every time he saw you.

god, he’s so baffling!

“he—he asked me two days ago.” you’re looking at your hands, folded in your lap. you were barely even able to squeak out that sentence to her, feeling like it was some big secret or something.

“you’re his girlfriend, and he took a month to ask you to come on a family vacation? we do these every year, the date is always on the calendar..” steph’s looking at you with wide eyes, shaking her head. she looks baffled too. that’s somewhat reassuring.

a low knock sounds at your door. you look to steph, who shrugs.

“yeah?”

no reply, just tim sweeping the door open before lifting his arms to hold onto the door frame.

steph rolls her eyes, and you just look at him expectantly.

“steph, i need to talk to her.”

“..okay?”

he leans against the frame, crossing his arms. his biceps bulge, looking bigger in the low light of the lamp.

“alone?”

steph looks to you, and after you nod, gets up with a sigh.

“yeah. whatever.”

she brushes past him, and he moves quickly, the door closed and click locked behind him.

“what do you want,” you start, but he’s over to you before you can blink. his arms circle your waist, and your palms rest on his chest, smooth, like it was choreographed.

“you.” he smiles as you roll your eyes. “i missed you.”

“….uh-huh.”

he pulls you impossibly closer, looking deep into your eyes.

“you’re so cute when you’re annoyed with me.”

you try to push him off, and he relents. but instead he grabs your hands, walking back until he hits the bed, sitting. you’re standing over him now, your hands naturally going to his neck as you play with his hair. he’s been letting it grow since summer started, but you know he’ll probably want to cut it soon.

you thread your fingers into the little curling hairs at his nape, cherishing the length while he has it. you know he’ll spend a week after his trip to the family barber obsessively looking in the mirror and messing with his bangs until he’s (barely) satisfied.

“where’d you go?”

you blink, his gaze boring into yours. you feel your cheeks heat as you realize he’s been studying you as you drifted into nowhereville thinking about his haircut habits. ridiculous.

“nunya.”

he scoffs, an amused look on his face as he raises an eyebrow at you.

“oh, really?”

“mmhm. yep.”

he digs his thumb into your hip, right where you’re ticklish, and you yank a little where your hand is gripped into his hair.

“okay, okay,” he holds his hands up in surrender, and seeing the opportunity, you grab them and push him onto the bed, straddling his hips.

he makes a surprised noise that has you stifling a giggle as you hold his hands above his head.

your turn.

“you think it’s sooo cuuute when i’m annoyed, huh?”

he nods, a stupid grin on his face.

“you’ve got that right.”

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he moans into your mouth, one that would’ve been loud, were you not tongue deep.

you roll your hips against him again. you can feel the wet spot on his boxers through your panties, and you lean back to tug him free.

his length bobs out, and he’s hard as a rock, a pearl of pre glistening on his tip. you swipe it off with your thumb and he slaps a hand to his mouth to stifle a groan. you’ve been relentless, to say the least. and you don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. you push his bared cock against his stomach, not bothering to remove anything but your shirt as you rock back and forth against it.

“god, fuck! fuck me,” he pants, his hands gripping into your thighs in a way that’ll no doubt bruise.

“i will if you’re good.”

“if i’m good—,”

and you know he would’ve finished his sentence in some smart-aleck way if you hadn’t leaned back, running a finger over his tip.

his exhale is a whimper, his eyes slammed closed.

you pull your panties to the side, spreading your folds over his shaft. the wet warmth of the spot between your legs has tim hissing, his hands clenched so tightly at your hips you’ll be bruised in the morning. you move your hips back, sitting up on your knees.

he looks so concerned, you giggle, the idea of you moving just devastating to him.

you grab his cock, pumping it in your hand before lining it up with your entrance. you’re so wet, so ready, that you bottom out easily. you’re not paying any attention to tim, your hands planted on his chest as you roll your hips over his, the friction sending shocks of pleasure up your body. you press tim further into the mattress, his groans mixing with the wet sound of your bodies melding together.

“tim,” you pant, and he knows immediately, starting up exactly where you stopped, his hips lifting from the bed to drive his cock deeper into you. throwing your head back, you suppress a moan feeling the way tim’s hitting that perfect spot.

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tim can’t believe how good it feels to have you clench around him like that, pulling him further in. his back is damp with sweat, his skin hot against yours.

he loves having you underneath him like this, letting him pound you into the bed like you don’t have to walk around tomorrow.

your nails scratch into the soft skin of his back, the thought of bearing evidence of your pleasure makes his eyes roll back.

he whimpers into the crook of your neck as he fucks into you, the roll of his hips driving him deeper and deeper still.

but you want his attention. you need his attention. you’re not just some plaything of his.

“so i’m your girlfriend, huh?” you grit out, fingers grabbing at his chin to keep his eyes on yours.

“where’d you hear that one?” tim replies, his slanted brows becoming angry slashes on his face, the darkness exaggerating his features in an unrecognizable way.

“your family, tim.” you say, smirking when you feel his hips stutter and stop, the look on his face making you giggle. “what, like i wasn’t gonna hear about it? i’m living in your dad’s house.”

he’s opening and closing his mouth like a fish, and when he opens it again, you stick your middle and ring fingers in. his eyes widen with surprise, but he relents, sucking on your digits, swirling his tongue around them.

“now move.” you say, feeling him jump inside of you. he can act high and mighty all he wants, but he’s aching to finish just as much as you are. tim starts up again, snapping his hips into yours.

you pull your fingers out with a pop, using how wet they are to rub circles on your clit, just how you like it. tim’s eyes are huge, he’s unable to stop watching the way you’re using him for your own pleasure.

two can play at that game, can’t they?

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the next day

you’d really love to be concentrating on the conversation you’re in, but that’s borderline impossible with the way tim’s playing with your clit.

his fingers pet over your lacy underwear, hidden by the long tablecloth and your dress.

you fight the urge to curl your toes in your dressy sandals, tim’s hand nothing but a hard surface to grind up against. as he chats with mr. whoever about who knows what, he’s pulling your panties to the side, sliding a finger through the gathering slick to then push it into you.

you stop breathing, thinking about the amount of people surrounding the two of you.

he’s slow, methodical, trying to make you loud while he stays quiet.

he turns his attention back to your clit, noting the way it’s making you squirm.

you turn the resulting moan into a cough, nothing tim’s smirk. asshole.

tim rubs slow circles around the little pink bud, tutting under his breath at you when you try to cross your legs. you sigh, giving him a little nod, and he continues, pulling you right to the edge just to stop. you bite back a gasp at the sudden lack of stimulation, your pulse pounding out a beat between your legs.

you’re coming around his fingers, pussy clenching as you try to pull him deeper. you feel heat creeping up your neck, burning your ears and cheeks as you fall apart for him in public, the noise of the party growing louder and louder in your ears. you grab your drink, gulping down the cool liquid.

he pulls his hand away, slowly, nonchalant as ever.

your pussy flutters around the lack of him, and you ache for another release, three, four. you doubt you’ll ever be truly sated when it comes to tim and the things he does to you.

he grabs his glass, spilling a little on his fingers. without so much as a glance to you, he sucks the liquid off of his middle digit, the one still warm from being inside of you.

“well, montgomery, i think that if you continue to build your portfolio in such a way, it'll cause financial ruin down the road. i suggest you have it sent to my father’s assistant at wayne enterprises and i’ll take a look at it for you, find you some new stock.”

mr. montgomery nods at tim’s suggestion, obviously trying to suppress how eager he is at the chance to have timothy drake-wayne look at his poor attempts at investing.

ice clinks in glasses as soft music floats over the garden from the band in the corner, string lights twinkling overhead.

his arms cross over your lower back, guiding you to sway along to the beat as you rest your head on his shoulder, your arms circling his neck.

the spot between your thighs still aches from where his hand was, where his fingers had been pushed deep inside of you.

you know you’re being watched, a sweet smile plastered to your face as the select few members of the press allowed in snap shots of you and tim.

you can still feel your pulse down there, and you pull ever closer to tim. you feel his already hard cock react, twitching from where it’s pressed between your bodies.

haven’t even touched him, but he’s walking around with his need for you obvious. you’re shocked he hasn’t pulled you into an empty bedroom yet.

probably too much press present.

the song ends, and tim breaks the embrace, those on the dancefloor clapping politely for the band.

he leads you off to the side, saying he’s going to grab something to drink. you nod, feeling eyes on you, trying to not look like you’re shrinking into the corner, but trying to shrink into the corner.

you’re in all white, pristine linen that feels dirty from being pressed up against tim like that in front of press, bruce’s friends, his family.

it’s been awhile now, and the crowd’s cleared away from the little poolside bar, no tim in sight.

“hey,” dick says, sidling up next to where you’re waiting. “you all good?”

his thick eyebrows are knitted with concern, and he’s so endearing you can’t help but want to tell him the truth.

“yeah,” you smile, watching his face relax in response. “just waiting for tim. he said he’d grab me something to drink, but..” you look around, lifting your hands as you shrug.

“well then, this is perfect.” dick says, handing you one of the champagne flutes he’s holding.

“thank you!” you gush, beaming up at him, cheeks rosy. did manners skip a generation in this family?

dick returns your smile, grabbing your elbow to pull you closer as a guest pushes by. he asks about school, interrogating you about your major.

he smirks when you talk about the mess hall food, laughs at a retelling of the time you fell down the stairs in a lecture hall, nods with fervor when you talk about protests on campus, eyes crinkling when you bemoan the way bubblegum flavored vodka smells on drunk breath. you don’t remember the last time someone paid this much attention to you, his eyes locked on yours as you talk with your hands, gesturing about with your glass.

the golden, bubbling liquid has you babbling, giggling over whatever quip dick inserts into the conversation. you realize that you’re being rude, cutting yourself off abruptly, much to dick’s surprise.

“but enough about me! what’s going on with you?” you rush out, shutting your mouth to give dick the stage.

dick chuckles, his grin like a little spotlight.

“i’ve been working for the nonprofit side of wayne enterprises recently, trying to get a feel of where we could best help gotham.” he starts, and a sense of hope rises in your chest, flutters its wings delicately against your ribcage.

“that sounds wonderful, dick!” you say, feeling yourself smiling like a dork. what a good idea. “does tim help with stuff like that?”

dick notes the hopeful tilt in your voice, the responding sinking feeling in his chest. he’s got to take the chance while he can.

“sometimes, but look—,” he starts, sighing into his glass. “tim’s not..he’s never been in a good relationship, honestly.”

you look up, confused.

“and that’s never been the fault of the other person.” he runs a hand through his hair, a little apprehensive. his eyes dart around. “that’s all i’ll say on the subject.”

your mind’s reeling, moving through thoughts at lightning speed. you can’t say you’re surprised, but can you even do better?

his face when he laughs flashes in your brain, the deep blue of his eyes, the little smile he gives you when he sees you after a long time. how he holds you, teases you. he brought you flowers on your birthday, paid for you to get your car a brand new radiator, driving you everywhere when it was in the shop getting fixed.

the forehead kisses, the feeling of his hands on your waist, the press of his lips on your neck. you’d turn the way he smells into a candle if you could, a cologne that you could spray everywhere he wasn’t.

the way he holds your hand, like he’s scared you’ll run if he lets go. the look on his face when you talk about guys in your classes, moving away from gotham after college.

and—

what would’ve happened if you’d met dick first? his blue eyes that hold a warning, contrasting with his light brown skin and his smile: one that’s easy, that he wears often.

or stephanie, tim’s ex-girlfriend? would she have warned you away? held you close to her instead, defending you as a best friend would?

or even cass, silent, and obviously endeared towards her family—it seemed as if even through her love she was able to see past the shiny teeth and empty promises tim peddled.

but you? it was too late for you. you were in much, much too deep.

tim had to run off to the bathroom. there was no other way. he felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t.

he darted up the stairs, knowing the house would be completely empty. locking the door to his bathroom (the one en suite to his room) he undoes his belt with practiced speed, yanking his boxers down.

the ones he’s wearing are your favorites, the pair you steal to wear every time you sleep over. the thought sends his cock jerking, the tip red and swollen, already dripping precum. the last time he was this hard you’d been on your knees under him, and that memory alone almost has him repainting the bathroom door.

you were so ready for him, sitting next to him at dinner. so warm, and so, so wet. the feeling of you clenching around his fingers is all he can think about as he fucks his hand, bracing himself against the counter. your little gasps, the thin line your lips formed as you tried to bite back moans, all while tim was two fingers deep in your pretty pussy, curling his digits further into you. was he not supposed to react?

and then dancing afterwards, his body pressed to yours lengthwise—he’d already been hard, but was practically dizzy from how fast the rest of his blood rushed to his cock.

so that’s why he’s here, biting his lip so hard he’s probably drawing blood, harshly tugging at the length of his cock, eyes squeezed shut.

tim groans, cum covering his hand as he shudders, breathing heavily.

cleaning himself up, he hears laughter from the backyard. happy, full laughter, not the kind that most guests at the party would have. but you’re not most guests. tucking his shirt back in, he buckles his belt.

he leans over, peering down through the window pane to try and get a glimpse of who you were so animatedly talking to. he goes up on the balls of his feet, and growls.

his brother.

“getting her drunk, dick?” tim’s voice sends a chill up your spine, feeling his presence behind you. you look down at your drink, watching the bubbles float to the surface, popping when they reach the top. tiny little deaths, tiny little fireworks.

“no, just doing what you couldn’t.” dick replies, a tight-lipped smile glued to his face for onlookers.

you try to suppress the shocked expression you feel your features reaching towards, opting to take another swig. you sling an amicable smile at dick, looping your arm through tim’s as he glares at his brother.

in an attempt to ease the tension, you turn to tim.

“have you chosen your classes for next semester yet?”

“hm?” tim replies, distracted. “oh, my career consultant does that for me.” he smiles, that cheshire cat smile, and grabs your drink from you, tilting his head back as he finishes it.

“did you hear she’s planning to ask bruce for a letter of rec?” dick says, smiling warmly at you, but addressing tim.

“she..what?” tim looks at you, his eyebrows furrowing, his facial expression leaning into incredulity.

“yeah, for my international affairs internship this fall. i told you about it last month, and..” you trail off, remembering that he hadn’t seemed like he was listening then, either. “well, anyway, i figured mr. wayne would be a good person to ask, and dick agreed, so.”

you shrug, feeling like you’re shrinking by the second.

“i’ll help you, babe. good idea.” tim relents, punctuating his sentence with a kiss to your temple.

looking down, you squint. what is that on tim’s shoe?

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the next day

“you’re full of shit, drake,” a voice growls from the speaker of his phone. tinny, but the power behind it is evident nonetheless.

“me? i’m full of shit, todd. me.” tim spits out, body language directed at his phone like the caller is really there.

“did i stutter?”

tim scoffs, a sneer distorting his features as he delivers his next blow.

“i don’t know why i entertain this. you. one push of the button and you’re dead to me.”

“that was low, drake, but i can’t say i expected anything else.”

“hmph.” tim’s scrubbing his hands over his face, through his hair.

“but this shit? stop being such an asshole. i know that’s almost impossible for you,” the voice continues. “but this poor girl doesn’t deserve it. i have half a mind to pay her fucking college tuition. in your name, mind you.”

tim’s rendered speechless, opening and closing his mouth. the voice chuckles.

“you want me to stop selling to your ‘frat bros’?” the speaker says, the end of his sentence dripping in sarcasm.

“i think i made that plenty clear,” tim says, words being grit out from behind his teeth.

“so stop being a shithead.”

tim’s fist clenches, and he almost hangs up.

“still don’t see what the fuck this’s got to do with her.” he says.

“you don’t need to see anything. i’m trying to keep the people of gotham safe.”

“..by selling them drugs?” tim laughs, sounding a little crazy.

“mmph, well. if that’s how you want to phrase it, then yes.”

the call disconnects, and tim tosses his phone on his bed, a little too harshly.

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“let’s go.” tim snarls, pulling you into your room from the hallway. his grip on your hand loosens when he notices how wide your eyes are.

he’s wearing that look on his face where he wants to yell but won’t. the resulting silence is usually worse than if he’d just do it.

“is everything okay?” you ask, keeping your tone light.

his response is a jerky nod, grabbing your things from the dresser to toss into your open suitcase on the floor.

“can you at least fold them?” you plead, and he glances at you. you’re smirking, but it falters when you see the cold fury in his eyes.

you push the door closed, locking it before coming to stand right in front of him.

his eyes widen when you drop to your knees, unbuckling his belt, pulling his boxers and jeans down.

you pull at his shaft until he’s hard, cooing over his angry, red tip and cupping his balls in your hand.

kissing along the side of his cock, he threads his fingers into your hair as he watches you go down on him.

his lips are pulled tight as he fights the urge to thrust into your mouth, to fuck your face. but that’s why you’re on your knees.

“let loose, drake.”

he nods, letting out a shaky sigh. you brace your hands on the top of his thighs, relaxing your throat as he slowly pushes himself deeper into your mouth.

he keeps an eye on your face, watching your reaction as he slowly starts to thrust, your cheeks hollowed as your lips stretch to fit his cock.

tears stream down your cheeks, your hair tangled into tim’s fingers as he uses your mouth to get off. he’s gentle, but his pace is still relentless, your mouth so wet and warm. the look on his face is almost pained, like it feels too good. you know he loves having control like this, figured it would be the quickest way to calm him down, tire him out too much to be angry without actually dropping your pants.

you look up at him, holding eye contact as he watches you bury your nose into the tuft of curls at the base of his cock. one last push of his hips, and you know he’s done, informed by months of experience at the way his stomach muscles tighten and he throws his head back.

a groan escapes from behind his gritted teeth, his hands gripping harder at your hair as he comes in your mouth.

white, hot ropes of cum paint the back of your throat in excess as he falls apart, your hands pumping his length to get every last drop.

he moans, eyes rolling back as you bob your head. but he stops you before you can get him worked up again, arousal rolling through his body as you let him out with a pop.

you pull his pants back up, and he buckles them, getting you on your feet and leading you to the bed where he sits you on his lap.

tim wipes your tears away, licking his thumb to smudge off runny makeup. you get a kiss on the forehead as he smooths your hair down, a kiss on the lips as he rubs your aching knees.

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rolling down the window, you wave like a little kid to your new friends, beaming at alfred, who returns the favor with a shy smile and a raised hand.

“bye!”

“bye! see you later! bye!”

“bye cass, steph!! bye dick!! bye duke!!” you quickly pull yourself back into the car when tim tugs on your shirt, and once you’re buckled he rolls up your window.

he settles his hand onto your thigh as he makes his way down the driveway, speeding off down the road.

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dollwhite · 22 days ago

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“Face of another”

FOA chapter 5

It’s been a day since you took Damina to your house, you’ve noticed mini cameras popping up everywhere. Not in weird places but just like the living room or the kitchen.

And you’ve been destroying them subtly, like dropping pot on one. Or throwing something into the room. The reason you didn’t confront him about it is that.

You wanna see what he’s intentions are, like is he doing this because Bruce told him to? Or for his mother and grandfather?

You could never be too sure, it’s only been a week since that conversation with Talia. You don’t know when Damian last Spoke with her.

It’s sad really the one thing you didn’t want your nephew to inherit. His parents' personalities, Bruce’s paranoia and his Morales.

Killing people is bad, but putting a murderer in jail, and then them breaking out the next day to kill some more people?

Than that just makes you no better than the murderer.

Talia’s obsession with things going her way exactly.

The only difference is Damian’s ego, being raised in the league. Means being taught, not to underestimate your opponents.

And while Bruce’s doesn’t really have an ego, yeah he might get a little cocky every once and a while.

But his paranoia makes him overestimate his opponents.

So where did Damian get that ego? Did he somehow get it from you? Maybe it’s because he use to be around you all the time when he was a baby.

Oh he was the cutest little thing ever! Oh it’s just like yesterday he couldn’t even talk.

Ah how you missed those days, because now all you get is attitude.but back in topic.

You did have an ego, but not as bad as he’s. Ok maybe you were worse when you were younger but that was years ago!

You’ve grown, and matured a lot. Especially with you traveling around the world and other places.

“Auntie” Damian spoke, walking into your room like he’s been there before.

“Hm?”

“ you’ve got a cat? Not one but three. And you didn’t tell me.”

Looks like he’s find your cats, three beautiful little kittys.

One boy, and two girls. All from the same litter, you would have taken the rest too.

But someone beat you to it, they took the mom too. Only leaving three black, white and orange Fluffy cats for you to grab.

Lily, Luck, Lucy.

Lily was a sort of dark brown and a little bit of black fluffy mix. With a medium piece of her chest hair being white, alone with a little spot above her nose. With big green eyes.

Lucy, along with her sister was fluffy. With light brown, a little bit of orange, black and white fur. Majority of her nose was black, and she had a little scratch that’s orange near her left eye.

Luck is less fluffy than his sisters. He’s black and orange. And has hazel eyes! He always comes up to Lily to steal some of her warmth. He would do this to Lucy but she bites him for it.

“Yes, their names are Luck, Lucy, and lily. Have you meet them yet?” You ask, your cats aren’t the kindest to new people.

And with your nephew being an animal person…well.

You know he wouldn’t take it too well if some of his favorite animals didn’t like him very much.

“Yes I have, their fur is beautiful. Are they all from the same litter?” Damian questioned.

He never knew you liked animals, nonetheless cats. You seemed more like a crow kind person, but who was Damian to judge?

He has a pet dragon.

Lmao y’all thought this was gon be important for the plot huh? Nopeeeeee

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dollwhite · 1 month ago

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Singing death

[not a chapter]

All writing made by me will be under the tag ‘dollings work’

Also I’m thinking about making a side account but I don’t really think I want to because i would like to focus more on this one.

Made by Dolling

“Tim.. this is the second time this month.” You said, you arms folded in front of your chest. Staring instantly at your now broken window. “You’ve got a key for a reason child” you added.

It’s not like you didn’t have the money to fix all of the broken windows,but having to pull excuses out of your ass when the workers ask what happened. Was getting exhausting, you bought an extra key for him and he has his own room in your condo. But he still brokes your windows??

Kids now days.

Ya didn’t mine back then, because it was always fun to get a surprise visit from Tim. But now it’s like he doesn’t know when to go home, don’t get confused you loved Tim like he was your own son. But sometimes he had to remember, you’re not his bio mother. And that you had your own needs, like dating!

Before meeting Tim, you love life was not… not the best. With you being a popular singer, trying to find someone to date. Who wasn’t with you because you were famous and rich was hard, even other rich people wanted to date you because you were the famous ‘s/n’

And when you took a break from singer, you thought.

“oh maybe I’ll have time to date now!”

oh boy how wrong you were, it’s like the first week you took a break Tim showed up. And with him being thrown in your life, you didn’t have time to date.

But today was your date night, it’s the first date you choose to go to in months. But now you have to cancel why? Because your ‘son’ decided instead of going back to the batcave or whatever it was that the farry bat had. He came to your condo, and it wasn’t like he didn’t know what today was, you had told him two weeks ahead.

Just so he know that you wouldn’t be home, so he wouldn’t come with one of his surprise visits. But he came anyway, and he broke your window!

It’s not like you didn’t get him a key to your place the thread week you guys met. Maybe he liked brokering windows? You hoped not…

“Maybe I miss you?” The why Tim said these words, they felt… calculated.like this encounter was all planned out?

“Don’t give me that bullshit, look at my window!” Maybe it was the fact that, you had known Tim for about five months now. That you felt so comfortable scolding him or the fact that you done it so often.

Or the fact that he got himself into trouble a lot.

“I’ll get Bruce to buy you a new one.” Tim murmured as he walked up to you, holding his arms out in expectations for a hug.

“Tim.” You muttered. “You are grounded.”

“Hm- thought you were going to [readers] house?” Jason said, staring at Tim. “She grounded me.”

“S-she [reader] grounded, I’m sorry you? Ain’t you her self proclaimed child?” Dick added. It was after petrol, that they all decided to have a game night hell even Jason was there.

Of course with the exception of Tim as he wanted to give reader a visits and maybe stay the night at their house. It’s like 85 percent of the time Tim lived with reader, and that other 15 percent? Oh he spent that time at school.

“And what did you do for her to decide to ground you?” A malicious little voice rung out. It was Damian of course, no one else liked to torture Tim more than him.

Maybe Jason on a bad day but still, it’s like that little demon liked to see to suffer.

“How does she even ground you if you don’t live with her?” Duke asked.placing down a drew four on the coffee table, for Cass.

“Yeh, how does that even work?”

“I’m grounded from her house.” Tim answered, it was a pretty obvious answer to him but maybe some people just don’t get the contacts clues.

“That sucks little guy”

Can u guys tell their playing uno? Also SCHOOL IS CLOSED TOMORROW!! So I might add on to this<333

Anddd do u guys like the name Allure being readers singer name or should I change it?

Also the little special one short I was goin to do…. I don’t think it’s going to be done in time 😭🙏🏽 if y’all have any questions about siren reader don’t be shy ask meee!!

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sramoonlight · 13 days ago

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In Gotham you can be a new girl

What if Damian Wayne had a sister?

Content you’ll see here: Batsis, batfamily, reader

English it’s not my first language so please be patient!

More color was added to your nails as you looked how it changes your whole hand shape, your tanned skin looked pale next to the purple on it but you couldn’t say anything about it, not because you didn’t care but because the girl who did your nails only had that color

— Purple suits you — the blonde hair said before letting go your hand, then you can finally look at it

It does, your short hands look larger than usually, not much because you’re use to chop your nails once they start growing, if someone ask you it is because it’s more practical

You can’t say you hated when the blood gets under them..

— If you start growing them I can make them in an almond shape, oh! You must ask Bruce to give you money for acrylics, I prefer gel but you need to prove all —

The chat seemed like a thing you couldn’t remember after, you kept looking at your hands more feminine than before, it felt weird to not see Damian’s hands on it

Not in a weird way, you’re use to be Damian’s literal reflection, your mother used to say that it was better for you both to be alike, so you could replace the other when it’s required

But this? This feel like you

— Let me see them — the black haired girl moved over your shoulder to see your hands and shyly you showed her the work, with a hand on her chin she hummed in approval

— you have pretty hands, it’s a matter of time before they take a feminine shape —

And it makes you look at them again, she’s right, they started getting slimmer even if they were as short as before and you could easily tell them apart from Damian’s

For the first time that makes you happy, maybe that wasn’t bad at all

— You’re still Damian’s clone — ah, that words made you feel like throwing up not knowing why.

Your head started to spin trying to get an answer about it

— What about makeup? — Cass said looking and the blonde one, she thought about it

— I don’t know much about it, we can ask Babs — a name you didn’t recognize but the thought of trying new things makes you feel good, maybe it was because being raised next to a boy didn’t let you be as feminine

Feminine? You thought about it, the word tasted good in your tongue, you can try being like that for a while; your eyes moved to Steph who was putting aside her nail polish, she wasn’t a stereotypical feminine woman but she knew a lot about it, her hair is long isn’t that enough? Now you looked at Cassandra, her hair was shorter but that doesn’t make her look like a boy, instead it makes her look delicate

A good haircut for a face like hers

— How a new haircut would look on me? — you mumbled without noticing, Cass looked at you thinking about what you just said

— Well, we have almost the same haircut and once it gets longer it looks pretty — she said shaking your shoulders trying to be supportive about it

You imagined how it looked longer and you found it good enough

— But that would make you look like Thalia — a shiver ran along Steph’s back and she laughed about it

She’s right, you and Damian are almost like your mother but what makes Damian different it’s because he’s a boy, but you? Well that doesn’t matter, before you could look like her you had to let your hair grow for a few years

The thought made you smile, another difference

It didn’t lasted long before you thought about Damian, not being his identical twin feels wrong, you reminded yourself that you were the way you are just because you need to be the plan B if Damian needs it

Plan B?

Are you just that?

— I don’t think so — You put the thought aside, maybe it’s still not time to change.

The next night you were preparing your bed, even if it wasn’t a bed at all, Damian next to you was reading a book with Alfred the cat on his lap, you repeated the words in your head before looking at him

— Uhm, brother? — you talked, Damian replied with a hummed giving you the thought he was hearing you

Your mouth felt dry but you brush that thought away

— Maybe I should start sleeping in a different room — Damian didn’t looked at you, he kept reading in silence making you think he didnt heard you, and as soon as you tried to repeat it.

— It’s practical for both of us, we protect each other — the way he say it like it was nothing was enough to make you think otherwise, he was right, you can only trust your reflection do you?

That word, reflection, sounds awful not knowing why

— Yeah, you’re right — You put the thought aside nodding at it, now laying on the bed.

You were eating breakfast on the dinner room, Damian had to leave for school and you were left there without nothing to do

You checked your phone, only two contacts there but you kept looking at one

Your mother, you felt weird to be ask to do a mission, maybe she let you go so easily because you need to do a mission at Gotham, of course, it isn’t because she doesn’t need you anymore

You’re still necessary right?

— Oh, I forgot that you had a phone — Dick said behind you and you dropped the phone, he catches it typing something on it at a speed that concerned you

After a seconds he gave it to you, the contact “big bro” made you think it was his phone number

— I put B’s too, so you don’t need to ask him — he ruffled your hair as he was used to, even if he only met you a few days ago

But now, it didn’t make you feel weird, again with that warm feeling

— Little bird — he said asking for your attention once again, his eyes burned into yours and you had to look away

— In Gotham you can be a new girl — he left the room as you thought about it

“Girl” it sounds weird to be said to you, you’re used to hear reflection but this? You liked it

— Gray- Dick! Can we go somewhere?— it all started when you put the “Damian” way aside.

You get up following him through the halls, yours hands found comfort holding each other and in other moment you would force you to stop fidgeting but you don’t feel like you need to do it anymore

Instead, you let it be as you tried to keep Dick’s speed just because you needed him to hear you, but you found yourself having to stop

He changed his speed to match yours.

— Go to somewhere? We can go to see a movie if you want, I have the afternoon free — you nodded instantly out of words, for the first time you maintained Dick’s visual contact making sure he felt like you were listening him

Wait, in a flash all the times someone at the manor looked at your eyes when you talked, were they making sure you knew they were listening to you?

The thought made your heart warm and you didn’t hide a smile

— Yeah! It would be nice —

You don’t know how much you’re going to stay there, but you feel like you need to get all the feelings you can

It’s too good to waste it.

— What’s your favorite singer? — Dick asked walking next to you

— I don’t have one, I usually listen to classical music when I need to concentrate — the talk about your favorite things made you happier

— What?! Oh no! We need you to find one for you —

As you leave the manor you feel like finally you belong there, it didn’t matter how bad Dick’s taste on music was or how excited you were about eating popcorn you were

This was finally your moment! Not being a league of assassins’ member but yourself, you laughed as much as you could enjoying the time with your new big brother, and Dick couldn’t do more than laugh at your side

It felt bad to say it, but you enjoyed more this than training with Damian back at your house

House?

— Dick, how do I ask father to stay at the manor? — The question left your mouth like a normal thing, and it didn’t felt weird because Dick didn’t question it

— You don’t need to —

A four words sentence, which only made that time happier than before, you belong there, enough to not have to ask for permission to stay

With a lighter heart you kept having fun, hearing trash songs at the radio, not trash enough because you found yourself humming the melody or maybe it was just the excitement.

You both entered the manor again, the sound of Dick’s keys on his hands were enough to alert the people on the living room

— I never thought that popcorn could be sweet! — you said to your new brother, as your hands moved side to side making your point be hear, but instead of being shushed he listening to you with a little smile.

You kept yapping about how fun it was when you felt a gaze on your back, then you turned to see Damian looking at you like you just killed someone (that would be normal for him, actually)

— Where were you? — He asked, arms crossed as he moved closer

— Uh, out with Dick, we went to see a movie — you explained curious about the way Damian acted

With a groan he walked past you talking now with Dick, but you didn’t care instead you went to talk with Bruce who was minding his business

— Father, may I ask for something? — You asked, hands fidgeting as before

The man stopped doing what he was doing looking at you waiting for your next words, now the gaze didn’t felt like a judgment

— I want to stay at the manor for a few months, if that’s okay with you —

Your hands moved behind your back taking a more secure posture trying to make your point

And even if you knew already the answer you smiled.

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hollybinnisonx · 9 months ago

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for the last year or so my little sister had been telling me her favorite Robin was "the girl one". Dude I thought she meant Steph she was talking about Carrie Kelley

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anothertimdrakestan · 2 years ago

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Hi Elle!! Hope all is well 💕💕

Can I request a headcanon or fic of where Dick and y/n have been in a serious relationship for a few years and OC has become a “mom figure” to all the other batboys. So when the batboys misunderstand Dick and OC getting into a big fight somewhere, they both come home (either to their place or to the manor) to find that the batboys have moved/thrown out all of Dick’s things because they love OC that much??

Thank youuu ☺️

Ahhh this is such a cute little idea!! Thank you so so much for the request it’s lovely to see an old friend <333

Found Family - Dick Grayson x Reader

Steph gave you a sympathetic smile as she poured the rest of the wine bottle into your now empty glass. “What’s wrong hun? Because if it’s boy troubles I will personally castrate Richard if he hurt you.” Which only made you sigh as you nodded. Her eyes widened, you and Dick never ever fought, and this foreign emotional territory was a shock to you too- hence the wine.

“Dick asked me to move in with him, but I’m not ready to leave my place! I love Gotham, and I’m not sure Bludhaven is where I’m meant to be. But I also know I could never leave him. I just told him I needed more time to think and I think he took it really personally. It’s not that I’m not ready to live with him, I’m just not ready to leave my life here even if it is just a town over.” You said, happy to put into words the emotions swirling in your chest.

“What?! You are NOT leaving Gotham anytime soon. What on earth would I do without you here?” Steph exclaimed, putting down her glass to pick up her phone, fingers typing frantically.

Less than a minute later, Tim was jogging into the Manor kitchen, “Dick’s tryna take Y/N from us? Over my dead body.” And before you could tell him otherwise, the young hero burst out the room, clearly on a type of war path.

“No! I love Dick and you guys, Bludhaven is great! I just need-”

“Taking down Richard has always been on my bucket list.” Damian’s snarky voice echoed through the manor as he stalked out the same door as Tim. You scrambled up and after him, but Steph side stepped in front of you, “don’t you dare try to fix this, we’ve got it!” Which only made you more nervous for the future of your relationship.

Before you knew it, another bottle was opened, and the colors of the Manor living room were awfully fuzzy. You were pretty sure you’d seen Jason, Tim, and Damian zipping in and out of the manor, each repeatedly promising an increasingly violent demise for your boyfriend, who’s radio silence was only making you more anxious. Steph, while physically with you, was terrifyingly glued to her phone, sending text after text- even taking the occasional call, but she was speaking quiet enough that your tipsy-mind couldn’t process the words flying out of her mouth.

You truly weren’t sure how much time had passed when Dick burst through the manor shouting “Stephanie Brown where the hell did you hide her!” And before you could shriek with excitement, Dick appeared in front of you, his eyes frantic until he saw you were okay.

“Dickie!” You cooed, outstretching your arms so he would scoop you up into a hug. And he did. He was breathing heavy, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he took a deep inhale. You were just giddy to see your handsome man, squeezing him tighter, wrapping your legs around his waist, happy to be carried as you weren’t sure you could stand in your current state.

“What on earth did they do to you sweetheart,” Dick mumbled, walking back towards the kitchen so you could place you on a counter, you leaned back to look up at his eyes. He swiped a hand over your cheek, you assumed you were still warm from the alcohol.

“She’s. Fine. Can’t say the same about you you selfish monster,” Steph slurred her speech, pointing an accusatory finger at Dick who gave you both a confused look.

Almost like a sitcom, the three other boys burst into the room, as if on cue.

“Step away from the woman Grayson!” Jason shouted as Damian lobbed the nearest manor antique he could get his hands on at Dick, who of course caught it effortlessly, setting it down next to you on the counter.

“What the hell is going on?” Dick raised his voice, but Tim was already in between the two of you, pushing Dick backwards as Damian hopped up onto the counter next to you, silently handing you a glass of water which you graciously took, enjoying the plot unfolding before you.

“No questions at this time Richard, as Y/N’s personal advisor I’m here to state the case.” Tim began, Jason and Damian nodding in agreement. Steph had her phone out, clearly filming the entire argument.

Tim continued, “it has come to our attention that you intend to take Y/N from us.”

“I asked her to move in with me?” Dick looked exasperated but intrigued by the way his brothers had turned on him in your name.

“And in doing so, you’d be removing her from Gotham, and therefore the four of us!” Tim concluded, and at the statement, Jason, Steph, and Damian mumbled angry agreements.

Dick scoffed, “I’m sorry, I thought she was my girlfriend, and you guys love coming to Bludhaven! With Y/N there it’s more reason for everyone to spend more time over there.”

Damian piped up immediately, “we hate Bludhaven Richard, Y/N is the only thing that makes it manageable.”

Jason snorted, “ever realized we only go over for dinner when Y/N is visiting you? Or that Steph only wants Sunday bagels in Bludhaven cuz Y/N spends the weekends there? Did you seriously think we just went over for you?” You cringed as the harsh tone, but Dick didn’t look offended, rather, proud?

Dick opened his mouth to retort, then closed it. Tim spoke up again, “Don’t worry Richard, I’ve already mended the problem at hand.”

Now Dick spoke up, “what the hell did you brats do now”.

“To the Zeta Tube!” Jason called, scooping you and Damian up in one arm and sprinting towards the teleporter, with Dick screeching for him to put you down following close behind. For once, Damian wasn’t squirming out of Jason’s grasp, rather he had quietly grabbed your hand, saying “I hope you love your new home” to you right before the Zeta Tube activated.

When you came through, Jason set you and Damian down happily, and you were situated in a fully furnished apartment. Furnished with your and Dick’s combined furniture. You froze for a moment, feeling like you were in a different dimension until you notice the window in the apartment. You recognized the block corner instantly.

“We refurbished an old safe house! It’s south west Gotham, so close enough to Bludhaven that Dick can’t whine too much, but only a couple minutes drive, or instant Zeta Tube to the manor!” Tim exclaimed excitedly.

Damian piped up, “we stripped Dick’s apartment to the ground to furnish it! Not like either of you will be needing it anyway!”

Dick had been silent, drinking in the new view. But he came up beside you to stare out the window, “I think they just made a compromise for us, but I do want you to love it. What I should’ve said earlier, is that I don’t need to be in Bludhaven, I need to be with you. You’re my home Y/N.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you leaned back into his chest.

You spoke up, “I love it, and I love you, and I especially love you guys,” you turned around to face your family. Steph was grinning, Jason was nodding knowingly, Tim was off slightly adjusting furniture placements, and Damian was- wiping away a tear. Not worth pointing out, because he’d deny it anyway, but your heart was bursting knowing the little guy wanted you near just as badly as you wanted to be close to him.

“Tim! Get over here, it’s group hug time!” Dick called, throwing an arm around Jason and Steph while you scooped up Damian, who for the second time that day, wasn’t fighting back. Tim crashed into the hug and your swore you could feel your heart beating out of your chest with pride in your found family.

Tim’s phone vibrated and he shouted “Dick! You’re rich! The Bludhaven apartment just sold!” And Dick shrieked, “You put my apartment up for sale in a day!!” To which Damian shrugged, “not like there was anything in there after we were through.” Jason nodded in agreement saying: “yeah, you don’t even wanna know what plan B was if you said no to this place!” But Steph shushed him before he could divulge any more, most likely violent, secrets. You couldn’t help but grin knowing your family had your back no matter what, even if Dick was slightly concerned over his brother’s undying loyalty to you, it made staying in Gotham that much more worth it to you both.

“As your realtor I will be taking 15% of the profit! Gonna go meet the new tenants!” Tim called, beelining to the Zeta Tube before Dick could even try to tell him no. You gave Damian’s hair a ruffle, which he immediately tried to fix, as Jason and Steph nodded, knowing they could be over whenever, but you and Dick probably wanted a moment to get used to the new place.

And suddenly, it was quiet. The bustle of the Gotham streets was faint, and you walked through the apartment which was truly designed perfectly, imagining the dinner parties, late night adventures, and peaceful mornings you’d get to have in your new place.

“As much as I hate to admit it, they did good.” Dick broke the silence. You nodded in agreement, unable to wipe the heartfelt smile off your face, you gave him a peck and said, “They sure did, it feels good to be home.”

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