#why do I keep seeing myself in Dick Grayson

[nterror-blog]

There's been talk about the question "Can Dick cook?" and this just sums up my personal view of it perfectly

He can if he can keep the focus, but for someone with a touch of the ADHD it's not gonna work always. That's also the reason we so often see Dick having cereal for breakfast. Because imagine being half awake and already wanting to do handstands or something and other breakfast options mean you have to wait.

[signedsfs]

not to out myself but Yeah...I think it was all such a Bad Idea, and I. am a little confused about people who are generally so objective and analytical about most character choices Agreeing with him that it was a necessary choice to "help" Damian.

I have a vent fic wip that I may or may not finish so I just need to tell someone that I am...feeling so many things all the time about the consequences of the 16th birthday but...

primarily, right now, at this moment. without Robin/Bruce, Tim thought he would lose Dick and everyone else he knew through Robin. and then a little bit later when he quit for Jack, he got radio silence for Months until he became a potential victim, and even then it was just Cass stopping in to give the message and be like "I'll watch you to keep you safe 👁️👁️ ok bye" and he had actual Proof that without Robin, he would lose everyone.

and then. Dick "you're my equal (even tho I'm drastically changing your life without your knowledge or permission), you're my closest ally (even tho you don't even have a name to go out in the field to assist me as backup), I need you (even tho, as mentioned, I made a huge decision without your input because I didn't need it because I know best actually)" Grayson.

skipping over the fact that Dick didn't even have the time to say "you're fired" or anything resembling that, when Tim lost "Robin" to Damian, he felt like he lost everything else too. it didn't matter what Dick said about "equals" or "allies" or "needing". he already had Concrete Proof that it was all false. cheap words that are easily disproven do nothing in this situation, Dichard!

(disclaimer: I love and respect Dick Grayson, I just also think Dick Stopped Existing as soon as he made Damian his Robin for the most pathetic stupid illogical risky-ass excuse he could ever give for making anyone Robin (or a vigilante in general). "because he'll kill someone again". who the fuck says that?? who thinks "oh no oh god oh fuck this kid is gonna go off the rails he's gonna kill someone, I need to Put Him In A Place Of Power Over Oblivious Innocent Untrained People Who Are Expecting A Kind And Empathetic Hero To Save Them" hUH???? ok sorry, I just wanted to rant about what Tim "losing Robin" meant)

I agree with ya. Dick Grayson is fantastic, but it seems weird that he nuked his entire relationship with Tim (a very strong one that other fans have referred to them as "The Brothers") for the new kid.

Yes, Damian is a ten year old traumatized kid who just lost the dad he didn't really have the chance to get to know. Yes, Damian needed guidance, boundaries, and compassion.

But DC spent so much time and effort building up Tim and Dick's rapport only to obliterate it once the "blood son" came in (I also love Damian. This is not hate on the kid. This is confused commentary on DC's choices). It's just a strange idea, but that's also why it hurts so much when Dick does that to Tim.

Then you tie in Tim losing Robin by Dick to Tim's experiences before? Fuck. You are so right for that.

As far as the RR run, Dick could've handled Tim believing Bruce a bit better. I don't necessarily blame him for that one. I get why he wasn't supportive in the way Tim wanted, even though I would've chosen differently for my siblings.

Dick taking Robin, though? That was fucked up. I, honest to the gods, do not see how that was a justified course of action. I can understand his perspective, but it's still not okay. At all.

There's your very adequate analysis:

Robin, for Tim, is his tie to his loved ones. He has proof (twice) that without it, he does not have access to the people he cares about and his support system.

Dick said a lot of pretty words about "equals," but his actions were precisely contradictory to his "intentions."

Tim has had Robin taken from him before or had to give it up. He chose to go back despite this. He obviously feels strongly about being Robin

Damian has not proven, at this point, to be trustworthy as a vigilante (someone in power without oversight). He has instead shown use of excessive force

This isn't even going into the way he found out. That's just an extra layer.

The way Tim has repeated lost and regained Robin (even after RR) as well as his title as Red ROBIN are, to me, a sign that he's still trying to hold on. It's my belief that he would have moved onto a new title, like his predecessors, if it hadn't constantly been an unsure role.

His start was rocky as hell due to Bruce not initially wanting it. Tim had to prove himself and put himself into the costume.

He "quit" twice before it was taken from him in a traumatic way (nothing like being instilled with the fear that the position you've held for four years can suddenly be yanked out from under you without warning)

Damian and Jason both vehemently protested to him being Robin

It would make sense if all of these factors combined to Tim's unwillingness or inability to just let Robin go, especially when we factor in his reason to be Robin. Since Bruce never really gets "better" and continually falls back into bad habits, Tim needs to maintain his task of pulling Bruce back from the edge. We could also throw Jean Paul into this to further how Tim is forced to play as the barrier between a grown adult and their desire to harm others in the name of good.

So, Tim's time as Robin is marked by consistent instability while contrasted with his inherent position as Bruce's leash and the batfam fixer. While the other Robins did have times of doubt, the predecessors of Tim did not have the pervasive role insecurity with regards to Robin.

They had their big moment at the end and some smaller moments in-between, but not quite on the continous scale of Tim. Tim had three big moments and was still sucked back into Robin when Damian quit.

To be Robin is to earn Bruce's love and the ability to be part of the Wayne family. To lose Robin is the risk of losing that (at least to the perspectives of the Robins if not 100% the reality).

I'm not sure I'm articulating this accurately. Regardless, no wonder Tim clutches the title of Robin with bleeding hands no matter how much it cuts him and costs him.

[gilverrwrites]

Best friends to lovers, but it's Dick Grayson.

≈1.3K words, CWs: F!Reader, cunnilingus, dirty talk. Pet-names: Princess, baby girl, pretty girl. Rating: 18+ MINOR DNI

Your best friend Dick Grayson has no boundaries.

He helps himself to your food, swapping and changing dumplings for noodles, carrots for celery, dips his fries in your milkshake, without even asking.  

He leaves his dirty clothes in your washing hamper, ‘borrows’ your lotions, and leaves his streaming services logged in on all your devices. In the winter he puts his cold hands under your shirt, stealing your warmth, and laughs when you flinch. “But you’re so hot!” He whines, hugging you tighter, “Let me hold you a while longer, please.”

In the summer he struts around your apartment, shirtless and sheening with sweat, eating your ice cream, pumping up the AC so he and Haley can chill out post-run. Not that you mind, it’s just that ‘oh, no, he’s my best friend’ is a hard sell when you bring dates home.

At random hours of the early morning, he wakes you up by crawling into bed with you, clings to the over-sized shirt you're sleeping in that is clearly his and makes fun of your tattered old underwear. “They’re comfy!” “They’re… something...” He trails off, all dreamy and quiet, refusing to expand before falling asleep, and is gone by the time you wake up.  

Your best friend Dick Grayson brings you gifts from all over the world. Chocolates from that one mom-and-pop you once mentioned in Keystone, jewellery, and perfume he probably paid way too much for from market vendors in cities like Paris and Istanbul, risqué pieces of underwear from Milan.

On late nights, he rests his head on your tummy, settled between your thighs as you watch your favourite film series for the nth time, smiling to himself as you babble on about your favourite scenes, about facts he already knows because you already told him, but he wants to hear you say it again anyway. When you start falling asleep on the couch, he lifts you, bridal style with ease, and carries you to the bedroom. “Come on then princess, let’s get you to bed.” “I can do it myself.” “You can’t even keep your eyes open, let me.”

He brushes stray pieces of hair out of your face when you’re too engrossed in something to do it yourself, when your hands are too full to reach, or when he wants to get a better look at you, just because he loves looking at your face.

“Um, what are you doing?” He nonchalantly hooks his finger into the waistband of your trousers, disappointed when he gets a not-too-subtle peek at neither your endearing threadbare usuals, nor the lacey Italian ones he’d bought for you.

Your best friend Dick Grayson flirts with you blatant and publicly;

“The red or the blue?” “Neither.” “I have to wear something!” “I’d love to see you wearing nothing.” “Wear the blue, always the blue.” Jason would never let it go otherwise.   “What do you want?” “You.” “I meant to eat.” “Same answer.” “I could never be you.” “What? Why?” “Must be tiring, being that cute.”

He texts you when you’re not together. “Good morning pretty girl” “saw this and thought of you.” “What are you wearing?”

One day you text back a picture, a mirror selfie from behind, your skirt hiked up, showing off the tiny navy-blue thong and he doesn’t text back. You worry that you’ve taken it too far, overstepped a line. 

Until your best friend Dick Grayson is waiting for you when you arrive home, sporting a nasty black eye and a smile the size of titan tower. In actuality, that image was exactly what he’d been hoping for every time he messaged. That image had been ingrained in his mind since you sent it, and it was one thousand times better than he’d imagined. That image was his hook, time to reel you in.

“Sorry I didn’t text back, I was speechless. No really, I got this” he points to the purple bruise forming around his eye “because I was distracted, thinking about you.”

“It’s cool, you didn’t have to say anything.” You lie. “Not like you haven’t seen it all before.” 

“Can I see it again?”

In the middle of your cramped kitchen, your best friend Dick Grayson lifts your skirt above your waist and drops to his knees, brazenly eying your folds. On request, you take the skirt from his hands, holding it up, exposing yourself as you do a little twirl for him, letting him see the full picture. 

When he lands a playful smack on your ass-cheek he grins, thrilled by the playfully petulant look you fire at him over your shoulder. When he runs a finger over your clothed slit, he’s even more delighted by the way your body shivers, by the hint of wetness he can feel seeping through the thin piece of fabric.   

You don’t stop him when he hooks a finger in the crotch, pulling the obstructing lace to the side, or when he runs his fingers through your now exposed lips. Deft fingers tease you, ghosting over your clit with no real fiction, making your pussy clench around nothing. 

“Want something?” The sight of him at your feet, watching you through defiant eyes has you weak.  

“Yes, touch me.” The sight of you, spread and writhing has him near feral, but he wants something more. 

“I’m already touching you, Princess.” He laughs, his warm breath against your slick tingles. If his breath is enough to make you quiver, he can’t wait to find out what his tongue will do to you. “Ask for something else. Nicely.”

You’re not sure exactly what he wants you to say, so you stammer the first words that come to mind; “Please Dick, stop teasing. Just do whatever you want to do, I want it too.” 

It’s enough. 

Your best friend Dick Grayson lifts you by your knees, setting you on the counter and securing your thighs over his shoulders as he descends on your folds. He’s messy and desperate, unable to get enough of your sweetness, darting his tongue in every direction until he finds the select few motions that have your fingers curling in his hair, have you panting his name between loose lips.

When you start to roll your hips, using his mouth for your own pleasure he can’t help but moan, the reverb sending further vibrations through your body that has your toes curling. He’s rock hard, itching to palm his cock, to grind it against the closest surface, but that’s an afterthought. He won’t get off until he’s lapped up your climax at least once. 

“Are you gonna cum for me?” His words are slurred, muffled between your legs, unwilling to pull away long enough to get his words out cohesively. “I want you to cum all over my face, okay baby girl?”

If he wasn’t already salivating against you, Dick’s mouth would water at the sight of you. Your body begins to jerk, your back arching, head thrown back as your orgasm hits you, his firm hands tighten around your legs, locking your lower body in place until all your tension is gone, and his face is soaked with your fluids. 

As you come down from your high, he savours the flavour, occasionally licking up stray droplets from your skin. He admires the way you look, head lolled to the side, eyes static under heavy lids, jaw slack, until it’s too much, until he needs to see you high on his doing once more. Without warning he lifts you. The collar of his shirt is damp, his cheeks are flushed, his hair a mess.

“Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable for round two.” Your best friend Dick Grayson says as he cradles your body in his arms. 

[devilstruly]

Hey so how do you think Jason Todd and Dick grayson would deal with their love who’s a ray of sunshine (not hyper. More like has an innocence about them where they’re just experiencing life for the first time. They just get happy over the little things in life: Like their dress has pockets or they see a stray cat or dog down an alley and they’ve left their boyfriend side to say hi to it and give it some food they somehow always have hiding in their clothes. Even tight fitted dressed).. and living a pretty good life s/o finding out the men’s secret identity and the men are like “are you sure you’re ok with this?” Or Jason’s like “I got a lot of baggage”. And s/o’s very calm and not their usual ray of sunshine self “ This is a lot better than other stuff I’ve been through in the past. I’m good with it”. Or to Jason “what? You think you’re the only one with baggage?” The men didn’t know this, but s/o grew up in the roughest part of gotham in a poor family? So they’ve seen a lot of bad things and bad things have happened to them? They’re ok with their bf doing vigilante work cuz if vigilantes were around more often back then, bad stuff that happened to s/o probably wouldn’t of happened. Also let him know that, “if you get injured, you can always come to me to help you”?

hi omg !! thanks sm for the ask <3 now i've never written the sunshine trope myself but i'll try my best here

i think when it comes to dick grayson he would go about revealing his identity very carefully and very thoughtfully, lest he scares you off. mans has probably been stressing about it for weeks. but when he finally drops the bomb and you're just there, all nonchalant, he's utterly confused. nightwing.exe has stopped working.

'w-what do you mean okay? that's it?!'

'i've seen worse. you're good.'

'WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?'

cue a lot of questions. you're in for a long night.

now with jason todd it happens as an accident. he was planning to tell you who he was. obviously. at some point of course. not now, while he's sneaking back into his apartment after patrol to find you sitting on his couch watching a movie. his first issue is why you aren't fazed by fucking Red Hood sneaking into your boyfriend's apartment. he's kinda concerned if he's being honest.

'uh- okay, might as well get this over with.' he sighs, taking his helmet off and bracing himself for you to either yell or just get up and leave.

but you don't, instead your eyes rake over his form, noticing the deep cut on his side.

'that needs stitches.'

redhood.exe has stopped working. 'wh- huh?!?'

'sit down, i'll be right back.' you get up from the couch and gesture for him to take your place while you go grab the first-aid kit you know he keeps in the bathroom.

while you're stitching him up and he's still trying to grasp what the actual fuck is going on he uses the opportunity to distract himself from the pain by talking. you talk a little about your background but it's mainly just him trying to make sure you know how fucked up he is and that he's bad for you and a killer, yada yada yada.

'you've told me all of that before, jay. i'm not going anywhere.'

his heart swells, but he refuses to cry in this state so he deflects like usual.

'how the fuck do you know how to stitch a wound?'

[gay-dorito-dust]

Vampire dick grayson… please i’m begging you i’ll give you my first born if you write stuff for him ONG

For clarification; I had a look over a comic storyline where dick is the king of vampires and he’s a complete cunt, so if this dick seems a little ooc it’s because it’s based on that version of him.

‘You got a staring problem or?’ You left the question to trial off as you were forced to look at the monster across from you who wore the face of a close friend.

Dick chuckled, his newly acquired fangs on full display when his cruel smile widened across his face as he closed the distance between the two of you until he was mere inches from your face. ‘I find your attempts to be valiant and brave in the face of fear rather humorous.’

You tried to stop yourself from wincing from the foul and warm stench of blood on his breath, and instead focus on how funny his face would look when you smack him just to wipe that smug look upon his face. ‘Glad to have entertained you, can I go now?’ You asked sarcastically, face as still as stone, even when Dick grips your face in his hand and draws you in closer as your foreheads touch briefly.

‘Now why would I do such a thing when I’m just starting to see the appeal in keeping you here, away from everyone else out of my own selfish need to keep you all for myself.’ Dick replied as his eyes trailed from your face to your neck, just where he could see your pulse beating beneath the skin deliciously, and you felt every need to hide it…if only your hands weren’t bound to your sides…

‘However the idea of you being under my thumb is often the more tempting thought.’ Dick adds on as though he was getting torn between the two ideas but you knew he wasn’t, not even in the slightest, and given how your plan has worked out thus far you were feeling as though escaping was only one half of the plan and survival was the other half.

You were stuck in this big and confusing house with the supposed king of the vampires, and you weren’t certain you’d be able to even be able to step outside the door without him summoning his minions to drag you back. Only to let you go again and see how far you’d get before he has you dragged back to him like this was all some form of fun for him, as though he were a cat playing with it’s food.

‘You were once my friend Dick.’ You tell him through gritted teeth as memories of such simpler times began to flood through your mind, reminding you of how you’ve lost and gained in the same breath. ‘No. You were once my best friend and you threw that all away the day you killed Bruce, and for what? Power? Control? Complete submission from everyone? What!’ You shouted out the last part in desperation as to know the reason why.

Dick’s face became still, no emotion flickered through it, not even is usually expressive eyes held any emotion at all and before you could ask what was so seemingly difficult about your question; there was a moment where his mouth moved but no sound came out as all you remembered before everything faded to black was the sensation of fangs piercing your neck.

[were-wolverine]

batfam and the JL as incorrect quotes

*in the batmobile*

Robin (12 y/o Dick Grayson): Have I ever told you how much I love you?

Batman: We are not stopping at McDonald's.

Robin: This is bullshit.

***

Tim: I have an idea. It's deceptive and borderline unethical.

Damian: I'm listening.

***

*at a gala*

10 y/o Dick, to Lex: It was nice meeting you!

Bruce: No, it wasn't.

Dick: We hate you!

***

Batman: What's the point of all of this?

Red Hood: Revenge!

Batman: The best revenge is living well.

Red Hood: Well, there's no chance of that.

***

Tim: So, what’s the plan?

Steph: I don’t know. You’re smart, Damian is mean, come up with something.

***

Bruce: YOU MEAN A LOT TO ME!

Clark: Wh-

Bruce: YOU'RE ESSENTIAL TO MY EXISTENCE!

Clark: Why are you screaming?!

Bruce: I HAVE DIFFICULTY EXPRESSING MYSELF! IT HELPS TO SAY SENTIMENTAL THINGS IN AN AGGRESSIVE TONE!

Clark:

Bruce: I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!

***

Dick, cradling Wally’s face lovingly: Hey. I spilled superglue on my hands.

***

*at the Watchtower*

Green Lantern (Hal Jordan): Is Batman… laughing?

Flash (Barry Allen): *nods*

Green Lantern: I’ve never been more scared in my life.

***

Jason: I know we’ve always had this unspoken rivalry.

Tim: Not a rivalry, you’re just always mean to me. And not unspoken, you talk about it all the time.

***

Harley Quinn: I did it for love!

Nightwing: Cool motive, still murder.

***

Harley: I’m not a thug, I’m a law abiding citizen!

Signal: Okay, then name one law.

Harley: Don’t kill people.

Signal: That’s on me, I set the bar too low.

***

Cass: I was thinking about how I’d make the perfect American president, based on my skill set, dance ability, and blood lust.

***

Dick: Tim, please keep an eye on Damian today. He’s gonna say something to the wrong person and get himself punched.

Tim: Sure, I’d love to see Damian get punched.

Dick: Try again.

Tim: ….I will stop Damian from getting punched.

***

*after a JL meeting*

Batman: Flash, can I speak to you for a minute.

Flash (Wally West): Oooooh, someone’s in trouble!

Batman:

Flash: It’s me. I don’t know why I did that.

***

Hal: And, once again, Green Lantern and the Flash save the day!

Diana: You didn’t do anything. It was all Barry.

Hal: We’re a package deal. Everyone knows that.

***

Nightwing and Red Hood: *looking at a suspicious stain*

Red Hood: Gasoline? I’m pretty sure that’s water. Well, only one way to tell.

Red Hood: *lights a match and sets the stain on fire*

Nightwing: There were definitely more ways to tell!

***

Bruce: I tried to acknowledge her feelings. It wasn’t easy. There were a lot of them.

[earlier that day]

Selina: I’m just so confused- Are you… are you climbing out the window?

Bruce: *halfway out the window*

Bruce:

Bruce: No.

***

*at a bar*

Jason: Thanks for the advice. I gotta go.

Roy: Um, aren’t you forgetting something?

Jason:

Jason: *hesitates before awkwardly kissing him on the forehead*

Roy: No! Pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

I'll find you always (but I'd rather go alone)

comfort came against my will - series masterlist coming soon

pairing: dick grayson x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.1k

genre: fluff, comfort

warnings: established relationship, reader finding out dick is nightwing, reader is almost mugged but nothing actually happens, dick has big feelings and doesn't know how to handle them

a/n: I have a ton more written for this couple but let's just start here

It's while you're walking home late one night that it all comes out. You sigh as you weave through a back alley, knowing that Dick would be furious if he knew that, not only were you walking home alone after dark, but you're taking shortcuts through more dangerous parts of the city. But you're tired and you'd had a long day and you couldn't stand the thought of dealing with a creepy cabbie, so you decided to walk, slipping through side streets as all your thoughts swirled around wanting to be home.

But of course, it's not that simple. Of course, you're cornered by three guys who are incredibly interested in the contents of your bag. And… of course, you grew up the way you did, in Gotham of all places. You're not scared, you're just tired and fed up and want to go home.

You don't even have a chance to move, though, before Nightwing is dropping from a nearby roof and dispatching the men in front of you. You cross your arms and huff while you lean against the brick wall. You tilt your chin up as Nightwing stalks towards you and somewhere in the back of your brain, where your sensible self-preservation instincts are buried, an alarm bell rings. Nightwing is all power and presence and danger as he stands tall before you, close enough that you can see the way his muscles strain against his suit.  

You level your gaze with his, waiting for him to make the first move as he stares back at you - you've had your fair share of run-ins with vigilantes and you know that not all of them are as friendly as Batman and his crew. So you wait, holding yourself steady until Nightwing makes the first move.

"Are you hurt?" is all he asks. You arch a brow, his voice pinging some sort of recognition in your brain as you try to place where you've heard it before.

"Pretty sure you showed up before anything had a chance to happen, hm?" you quip back and notice the way his fists ball. Okay, you think. Not in the mood for banter.

"You should be more careful," he responds, and there's a levelness to his rage that reminds you of something but you just can't place it and -

"I'm as careful as I need to be," you snap back. "There are a lot of people in this city who need a guardian angel more than I do - you should go find one of them." So much for not provoking him.

He doesn't do anything, though. He's wound up, that much is clear; he's tense and angry and frustrated and you're not completely sure why or… why you know all of that about him. 

"I found you," is what he finally offers, softness seeping into his voice in a way that makes your stomach flip.

"Hm?" you respond, worried that if you speak, you'll break through the blanket of softness that enveloped you both.

"I found you. Always - I'll always find you. I'll always be here," it's the gentleness that does it, that clicks the last piece of the puzzle into place and forces a huff of breath out of your lungs.

"Is that so?" you murmur back. His hand unclenches and looks as if it's reaching for you for a moment before it falls back to his side and he steps back.

"Of course," he clears his throat. "I always will."

"And why's that?" you press, finally knowing what you're pressing for.

"I'm going to make sure you get home safely. Come on… other people are waiting for their guardian angel," he says, stiff as a board as he closes up. You cock your head to the side.

"Go on then," you prompt. "I can get myself home."

"And I'll make sure of it. Come on."

"No," you shrug. "I'd rather go alone."

"I'm trying to keep you safe." There it is, that dangerous, angry edge seeping back into his voice. You recognize it so clearly this time around.

"And I said no," you push. "I don't need protecting, and you can't save someone that doesn't want to be saved."

"Sometimes when people refuse it is when they need it the most," he growls back, fists balling again. You scoff and cross your arms, slouching against the alley wall.

"Dick saviour complex Grayson, huh. You never let it go, do you?"

Time sort of just… stands still after that. Dick stands before you frozen and your heart melts a little, knowing how rare it is for him to be caught like this and how he must be reeling right now.

"Come on," you say gently as you push yourself off the wall and start walking down the alley. "You were gonna walk me home, right?" He doesn't respond, but you hear his footsteps ever so slightly following behind you, and wonder if he's doing it intentionally so that he doesn't spook you, or if you've done enough spooking and he's still in shock. You glance behind you, but his mask keeps so much from you. You sigh, then, halting as you wait for him to catch up.

"Hey…" you say gently when he stands in front of you, anxious in a way you've never seen him before. "You ok?"

"How long have you known?" he asks quietly.

"About… three minutes I think," you respond lightly. His eyes snap to your and he huffs out a laugh.

"Oh…" he says. "Oh, that's not so bad." you laugh and take his hand, pulling him further out of the alley.

"No, it's really not, is it? Your teasing is gentle. "Now come on, Nightwing, you promised to make sure I get home safe. We can talk about this later, okay? But - you should know… it's okay. It's all okay." He stops walking, then, pulling your arm gently so that you swing around and face him.

"Really?" he prods gently.

"Really," you assure. "I mean… if I had a problem with vigilantes I wouldn't be here, right? And I did, uh… have some suspicions that you hadn't quite retired after Robin"

"Yea," Dick laughs. "I guess that was bound to happen. But, you're right, we can talk later. Come on, now - I promised to get you home safe." you smile up at him, letting him keep your hand firmly in his as you walk side by side.

"Oh," he continues. "And don't think for a second this means I've forgotten about you being out here alone late at night. We're gonna be talking about that, too." You groan and he laughs, pulling you into him to press a kiss to your forehead.

[sunnyvelvet]

Time Together (Teen Titan!Dick Grayson!Robin x Reader)

A/N: Hello! He is an imagine from a time before that I am really proud of. Enjoy!

WC: 1,529

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It wasn't always easy, with him at the tower almost 24/7 and me working a full-time job. We still made it work. A lot of nights would end with him coming through my window and complaining that I shouldn't keep it open. I only kept it open for him, and he knew that. His time at my apartment was always content, gave him a reason to be out of that Goddamn suit. We would watch a movie or infomercials. Cuddled up together without a care, soft kisses and hand-holding being fairly common in these times. It was always something we looked forward too.

(Y/N)'s POV I had only been to the tower a handful of times. Mostly when everyone else on the team was out. He liked to keep me his secret, even though he had plenty of secrets from them. I understood though, not being in the "business" and all. He wants to keep me safe. It honestly surprised me when he texted me to come to the tower.

It was late as I crept to were Dick had said to meet him. It was probably 2 AM, thankfully I don't have work tomorrow. I was standing on a beach that was connected to the water that surrounded the tower. Getting fed up with waiting, I decided to start walking back to my car. I had parked it about four blocks away. As I started to walk back to it I heard my name. "(Y/n)! Wait!" It was Dick. "And I thought you weren't going to show up." I said with a smile on my face. I honestly was really happy to see him, even in full gear.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting. I got caught up in something." He smiled at me then engulfed me into a hug. I had to pull myself away from him. "So, what did you want to meet about out here?" I asked, very confused about why we were meeting here. "Well, I kinda have a surprise for you in the tower." He proceeded to scratch the back of his neck, "As long as we're quite we shouldn't wake anyone." I looked at him unsurely. Yes, I had been in the tower before but not when the team was there.

"I'm not sure Dick, should we really take that chance?" I stepped away from him as I said that. I really wasn't prepared to meet his team if someone does wake up. Especially at 2 AM! "It'll be fine (Y/N), we just got to sneak around till we get to your surprise." I agreed as we started to walk to the small motorboat he had taken from the tower to the small beach. Thankfully the engine wasn't too loud and we got to the tower without notifying anyone, I hope.

Once we were in the tower we took an elevator to a floor, I hadn't seen the number Dick pushed because he had me held in his arms so tight I could barely move. Once we got out of the elevator we walked slowly towards the end of the hall. He was, basically, dragging me down it. We got to a bathroom. "Umm, Babe..." I said trying to refrain from using his real name, "Why are we at a bathroom?" I laughed for a good minute before he just opened the door and walked in.

In the bathroom were candles lit and a bubble bath run for both of use. Flower petals were scattered on the floor and in the water. "Oh, wow!" That's all I could say as I stared at it in awe. "Do you like it? I thought it would be nice." He had a little bit of doubt in his voice. Like I wouldn't like it. "I love it." I moved over to him and gave him a kiss. Just a peck but enough to make his doubt go away. I started to stripe my clothes. Shoes, socks, shirt, and pants. I noticed Dick hadn't taken anything off yet.

"Are you going to join me or not?" I asked then proceeded to take my bra and panties off. I glanced at him as I walked towards the tub. He quickly took off his suit, wasting no time. He stepped into the tub and sat in front of me. "I thought we could relax together and your apartment doesn't have a tub," He started to talk about something else but all I could focus on was his face. He still had his mask on but I could tell he was excited to just be with me tonight.

I moved over so that I was sitting in between his legs. His arms going straight to my waist to hold me. We sat there for nothing but a few minutes, even though it felt like hours. Nothing was better than being in Dick's arms. He moved and grabbed a cup that was sitting next to the tub. "What are you doing?" I smiled while I looked at him, so confused. "I'm going to wash your hair. You know, like before." Oh, how you did know. When you still lived in Gotham with your Father/Mother, they would always leave for days on end for business. Dick would come over and stay with you.

We would always end up taking a bath. Mostly because we were both stressed and just need to be near each other. With him out fighting crime and me trying to get both of use though high school. I did most of his homework, I swear. I was always nice just be together, even just for a little bit. We would wash each other hair and talk about nothing. It was some of my favorite memories with him.

Dick started to pour some water onto my head, covering my eyes with his other hand. He did it multiple times before my whole head was wet. Continuing, he opened an unlabeled bottle and poured its contents onto his hand. As Dick scrubbed my scalp I leaned back into him. Relaxing a bit, noting that it smelled like strawberries. "Does it feel good?" All I could do was hum at him. To content to talk. Dick continued to wash my hair until he felt it was clean enough. Fishing the cup out of the water, he covers my eyes. "I don't want to get soap in them." He started to rinse my hair until all the suds were out of it. He pushed some of my hair away and kissed my cheek. I turned my head so I could kiss him. It turned a little heated but ended so I could tell him to turn around.

Now sitting facing him I took the cup from him. Quickly filling it up and pouring over his head. I smiled at him as I continued. "So, how are things around here?" It wasn't a question I asked often but I still liked to know sometimes. I poured some of the same strawberry shampoo he used on me into my hands. "It's the same I guess. Not a lot goes on." I knew that was bull but I didn't push the issue. I didn't really want to know what he would say if I do. I scrubbed his head as we sat in silence. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it just silence we had gotten used to when being alone together.

Rising his hair, I realized that I had wrapped my legs around his waist. My ankles were even linked. When his hair was finally free of soap suds he leaned towards me and wrapped his arms around me. I did the same. We ended up staying in that position and just talked about little things.

It ended up being two hours later before we knew it. Time can really go by when you're with someone you love. We washed each other's bodies by then. I had my back to his chest laying in his embrace when we started to look at the time. "It's 4 AM, we should probably get out." He looked at me sadly, not wanting to leave yet. "I don't wanna." I stated, looking at him with puppy dog eyes. "I mean you could always stay for breakfast with me... And the team." The team...

"Fine." That's all I said before I stood up in the tub, grabbing a towel. I dried off and started to re-dress when Dick got out of the tub. I waited for him to get ready before leaving the bathroom, not wanting to get caught. "Let's get you back to your car."

We were both quite to the motorboat. We were honestly quite the whole way to my car. Dick had insisted to walk me to it. Now we were at it and I didn't know what to say. Great night, see you next week?! That wasn't really what I was looking for. "I love you (Y/N)." Dick said it so fast and so abruptly I almost did release he said anything. "I love you too Dick." I leaned in to kiss him and then I got into my car. Waving as I drove off.

[roses-r-rosie3]

Holiday Drama

Dick Grayson x M!Reader

Warning: Crack, Jason bring really nosy, Fluff

Summary: The reader is keeping a secret and Jason is gonna help Dick get to the bottom of it

A/n: This is TOTALLY not based on that one episode of modern family

Quote: “That’s definitely not how I thought this night would go”

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Jason was as bored as one could be. I mean yeah, it was Christmas, and yeah, he loved his family. But there was no drama! One may say that there was no flavor!

This year for the holidays, you and Dick decided to host a dinner at your place. So Jason… being… well.. Jason.. he decided if there wasn’t any drama that he knew of, maybe there was drama someone else knew of.

“Sooo Dick, what’s up with you and you and y/n? I’m sensing some tension” Jason asked.

Jason did not in-fact sense any tension. He just saw that you were helping Alfred cook, while Dick just sat down on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through channels on the tv. So he figured it was a safe bet.

“There is tension” Dick gasped.

Jason squealed in the inside. Finally! Something interesting! So he excitedly sat next to Dick on the couch listening to all that Dick had to say.

“Okay so, first of all, you know how he’s always extra crazy about this dinner. So every Christmas I jokingly complain about having to go home with to see his family. And this year, he said I don’t have to go, and he was totally cool about it” Dick said.

“Oh no, super fishy. So you didn’t find any clues while you were looking inside his luggage?” Jason asked.

“I didn’t go through his luggage..” Dick said.

“It’s like you want your relationship to fall apart, come on follow me” Jason sighed.

After some digging in your suitcase, Jason managed to find a first class ticket to

“Y/n why do you have a first class ticket to (Random place [soz im a bit lazy])?” Dick confronted.

“Not now, and why are you digging in my suitcase?” You asked.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but I need y/n to help me in the kitchen” Alfred said.

“Can we get back to the first class ticket thing what are we hiding?” Jason said

“Okay, I’m not sure what you have to do with this, but I bought that ticket because I’m going on a holiday trip” you said.

“You? The same person who refuses to even let me buy you something expensive?” Dick questioned.

“Can we talk about this later, I gotta help Alfred with the food” you said before walking away.

Dick and Jason sat back on the couch, talking about what just happened.

“Do you really think y/n bought himself a first class ticket?” Dick asked.

“Isn’t he like poor? Doesn’t he like, eat stuff from your backyard?” Jason questioned.

“He likes planting, yes” Dick responded

“We’ve gotta dig deeper, get y/n’s phone, check his texts” Jadon said.

“That’s an invasion of privacy I don’t even know his passcode” Dick said uneasily.

“I just need his face. I do it all the time with… uh… people” Jason said before walking up to you.

“Hey y/n, I forgot my phone in my car and I wanna take a picture of me and my favorite future brother-in-law at his gorgeous dinner” Jason smiled.

“That’s very flattering but-”

Jason ignored you and just took your phone before pretending to take a selfie. You immediately looked into the camera and smiled.

“Oh my god that looks so good, I’m gonna text it to myself” Jason

“We’re in” Jason

“Y/n, what’s up with your trip with you’re family, you’re parents don’t even know you’re gonna be there, ‘Happy holidays, wish you could spend it with us this year’” Dick

“First of all how are you snooping through my phone- You! That was false selfie” you

“You know what, forget it- forgiven. I just want today to be a special Christmas, let’s just sit down and enjoy the food” you

The entire time, Jason was whispering to everyone about the whole plane ticket thing. Before you knew it, everyone knew about it and started asking you questions. Now that everyone knew, you might as well have told them. You decided to get up from your seat and make an announcement.

“Hey everyone, I know you guys must have heard about the whole plane ticket thing, and I know everyone must be very suspicious. But the truth is…” you paused.

“Is he pausing to be dramatic or..?” Tim asked.

“What do you think?” Dick scoffed.

“The truth is, I’m planning on a new house in (random place)” You revealed.

Everyone was in shock at first, but then the questions came flooding.

“You guys are moving?!”

“What?!”

“Really?!”

“Moving?!”

“EVERYBODY STOP FOR ONE SECOND PLEASE!” Dick spoke up.

“Why didn’t you just tell me y/n?” Dick asked.

“I wanted to surprise you” you said.

“Now that the cat is out of the bag, I have another surprise” you smiled sheepishly.

“Dick, when I met you, I was immediately love struck. When we finally got together I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you” you said as you got to your knees and pulled out a box from your pocket.

“So I guess what I’m trying to say is, Richard John Grayson, will you marry me?” You smiled.

“Yes” Dick nodded as tear started to form in his eyes.

Everyone started to cheer as you put the ring on Dick’s finger. When you got up from your knee’s Dick immediately gave you a long, loving kiss.

“I love you so much” Dick sobbed with tears of joy as he hugged you.

“That’s definitely not how I thought this night would go” Jason mumbled.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Damian has been in the family for a while he has made his peace with Drake understood that no matter what he has a place but he still can't understand the dynamics. Maybe it isn't exactly the most intelligent choice to track down Todd and ask but he figured it was the best option.

Sitting on Todd's couch in the middle of crime alley eating a dish he can only vaguely remember his mother making he isn't exactly regretting it yet.

"So let me get this straight bat brat, you don't get how people work so you came to me?" Todd's confusion isn't exactly surprising but it is unhelpful to his plight.

"No I understand people, well when I have to I do not understand the bats." He at the moment can't bring himself to actually act with the dignity his mother expects of him another way Gotham had corrupted him.

-

Jason can't say he expected to feed and be interrogated by the demon brat he just wanted to relax but this isn't exactly a surprise now that the kid has chilled out he was almost waiting for it.

"You want me to give you a cheat sheet to how our family actually works becusse you are now realizing that Talia didn't understand shit and it fucked you?"

He can't keep the pure joy out of his voice knowing that he is actually gonna get to knock the kid down a peg after today.

"Not in those words Todd but I understand you have a perspective that I may lack."

God demon looks pissed below the joy he understand that this is actually important and he needs to explain this well knowing this could make or break the already pretty fucked up kid.

"Alright listen and don't fucking interrupt me save your questions and bitchness for the end do I make myself clear."

Holding the kids eyes he sees the kid is actually paying attention as he nods maybe Dickie really did find out the secrets housebreaking who knows.

"Ok let's start with me and I'm gonna be sappy for ten seconds and if you ever repeat this I will shoot you and put you in another duffle bag ok, ok good. I'm your brother I love you would kill for you that whole bullshit. I'm also Dick's, and Tim's brother, on days I don't want to kill the old man I'm his son."

God he's gonna need a smoke after this bullshit fuck he sees the kid is nodding good he hasn't lost him.

"Now Dick is my older brother he's not yours you can lie to yourself all you fucking want but he's your dad teaching you how to be a real boy and all that shit."

He sees an embarrassed flush and the start of protests but he's not dealing with it that bullshit the kid can work on in his own time.

" You wanted it your gonna fucking hear it, now Tim-Tam the sleep deprived idiot is a bit more complicated."

He takes a breath trying to put into words what he wants to say.

"Why is Drake complicated wouldn't he be somewhat easy" the confusion isn't a good sign maybe it is better the kid came so he can restrain him if he has too.

"Tim is the best of us alright, he's someone I want to protect I love him truly even if he's an annoying little shit. Now listen Tim is a lot like you when it comes to Dick crossing the line between Dad and Brother. Tim will always side with Dick that's his Robin and Tim is Dick's. You can't be a jealous little shit here because I don't even fully understand them."

"Bruce isn't Tim"s dad at least on his end Dick is, Bruce loves Tim but no one can ever replace Dickie just like you which is honestly half the reason you hated the kid."

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Damian is now regretting this conversation he thought this would be simple once again he has somewhat lost his mind since coming to Gotham.

Yet he knows Todd's right that the way Grayson looks at Drake is the same look he gets and the same part of him who loves his animals and loves Richard feels guilty because he knew. He just didn't want to admit it.

"Why I don't understand why is Timothy so different to any of us even you, both of us tried to kill him yet he seems to matter so much"

frustration is leaking through but this is what he wanted to know why Drake is so important even to him why, what is so special about him.

Todd is hesitating but slowly steeling himself Damian cant help but to copy him knowing whatever comes out isn't gonna be easy it's gonna hurt but he asked didn't he.

"Tim was the first, the one to really unlock Dick not being well a dick he knows parts of all of us, secretswhatever, the shit that matters. Bruce, Dick, me even you, we don't run shit ok Wayne Entetprises, plans Tim does. Dick and Tim are the glue holding us together without them we would be fucked you know that."

"That's what's so special about him everything we do Tim has a part of he's genuinely irreplaceable and it bothers the fuck out of both of us."

Damian can't breathe he just runs words he never wanted admitted are stabbing through his mind he doesn't stop until somehow he ends up in his bed at the manor he just hides pushing it down the real reason he tried to kill his brother the fact that he almost broke the family he just hides he shouldn't have asked.

Maybe Richard was right being naive was a gift and now he can't go back.

[kaylynnshh]

This Is Not A Love Story PT. 2

Dick Grayson X Reader

PART 1

꧂𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼꧁

I’m selfish. By nature and habit I am selfish. I don’t particularly enjoy giving up things in my life, or changing how I go about things to better suit people or new situations. I guess that’s why Dick was always so slow about introducing someone new to me that he was interested in.

Slowly he would talk about them, mention his meetings with them and what they were like. And then I would been shown pictures, messages, videos, anything he could find to give me a physical representation on whoever he had been talking about. Finally I would meet them, normally in a causal manner or simply passing by, but I would see them, hear them, interact with them in a manner that was always polite but never truly wanted on my part.

I guess it shouldn’t have been as much of a surprise when I walked in the door and found a woman sitting on my couch, in my living, in my apartment, under my roof. Her name was Ophelia if I remembered correctly, and she was just as pretty as her name. Dick had a type, something I figured out early on after his first few girlfriends. They were always pretty and fit, and normally smart to a degree that could be a bit annoying if not endearing.

I pause for a moment as she glances over, a small look of confusion making its way across her face before recognization takes over instead. A warm smile spreading across her lips as she stands up and quickly adjust the cocktail dress she was wearing.

“You must be (Y/n)! I’ve heard so much about you, Dick just goes on and on about his childhood best friend,” She exclaims as she approaches me. Her black heels that had been paired perfectly with her dress made a distinct clicking noise on the hard wood floor that reminding me of a metronome moving at 80BPM.

She extends a hand outwards and I glance down to see her freshly manicured French tips, “Oh, yes, that’s me,” I say as I offer up a smile and take her hand shaking it. “You must be Ophelia, Dicks mentioned you a few times now,” I say with a warm tone and smile as I take my hand back while reaching up to put my bag away.

Her smile remains as she nods, “I am,” She says before glancing me over. Her eyes seem to linger on a few places, seemingly taking me in fully before Dick emerges from his room dressed in a pair of black dress pants with a dark green long sleeve shirt tucked in and black dress pants. “Hey, you’re home,” He says with a smile and I nod.

“Yeah, you guys headed out somewhere nice?,” I ask as I glance between them. It was clear wherever they were going had some sort of dress code. “Dick is taking me to see a ballet! I’ve never been before so he offered to take me to one,” Ophelia explains with a tone of excitement.

I nod softly, “Sounds like fun, I hope you enjoy it,” I say with a smile before I move to step into the kitchen and out of the entryway to give them space to leave. “I’ll be back around 10 okay?,” Dick says as he grabs his jacket and opens the door for her to step outside. I nod, “Okay, have fun and be safe,” I say softly as I flick on the lights to the kitchen and he nods before stepping out of the apartment and closing the door behind him.

Silence follows. Deafening silence that makes my ears ring slightly until I turn on the radio to fill the air with the sound of people to keep myself distracted. Dinner tonight would be something simple since it was just me, a bit of a sour feeling given I had been thinking about what to make during my 15 minute walk home.

I was going to make that lobster ravioli we had gotten a week ago that had been sitting in the freezer for an uncomfortable amount of time with some homemade alfredo sauce. I could still make it of course, but I would be doing it with a bitter feeling and taste in my mouth which would ruin the flavor of anything I touched. So tonight I would eat a sandwich with some chips, and for dessert I would crack open his pint of cookie dough ice cream and eat half of it as a small show of distaste towards her sudden appearance in my home.

I shouldn’t feel this way, he had been talking about her for over 2 weeks now and had been showing my pictures nearly everyday but I just couldn’t help it. The bitter feeling was only made worse given he had taken me to see Swan Lake just last week, and I had been so happy about it that I wouldn’t shut up about my new found love for ballet. Something now ruined in my mind after knowing he was taking her to most likely see the same show in the same theater.

Once my dinner is finished I take a seat in the living room on the couch and turn on the TV to watch something while I eat. As I eat I can smell the linger scent of her perfume. It was floral and fresh…the same one I had smelt a few weeks ago and equated to the smell of a grandma. I guess the date hadn’t gone as poorly as I thought it had.

I’m slow about finishing my food, my mind going blank as I sit here lingering in this thick floral smell. Once I’m up I immediately crack not one but two windows in the living room opening to get fresh air in and rid myself of this scent.

My shower was hot, scolding hot as I stood still under the water allowing it to run down me. By the time I was finished it was already 8:30, and I found myself flopping down into my bed once I had closed up the apartment and turned off the lights leaving everything in a thick darkness.

8:30

9:00

9:30

The front door opens at 10:03, and the sound of heavy footsteps enters the quiet place. My eyes fixated up at the ceiling for a moment before I gently close them as I hear him drawing closer to my room.

“(Y/n)?,” A soft whisper of my name is heard as he opens the door and steps into my space. There was that smell again, even thicker that it had been the first time or for the moments it was left to linger in the living room.

“Are you awake?,” He whisper as he nears my bed and leans over me. ‘Yes, but go away’ I think to myself as I lay there with my eyes shut and my breathing slow and steady. A pause is heard in the air before he sighs, “You didn’t like her…you made that face you always make when you don’t like someone,” He whispers softly as I feel him reach down and my pull my covers up further, gently tucking me in.

His hands linger for a moment before I feel his knuckles brush over my face, “It’s okay, I don’t really like her much anyways. She’s a bit snobby,” He whispers as his knuckles trace over the apple of my cheek. His movements pausing as his hand move downwards and I feel his fingertips softly brush over my lips. “Not very pretty either,” He mumbles as his touch lingers for a moment before he pulls away.

“Goodnight (Y/n),” He whispers before leaning down and kissing my forehead. His footsteps are a bit more heavy as he leaves my room and closes the door behind him. Once I hear his door shut I open my eyes and glance up at the ceiling again.

‘I don’t really like her much anyways…not very pretty either’ the words replay in my mind for a moment before I reach a hand up to feel over my lips. He had never done something like that before, never touched me like that before.

My eyes flicker to my door as I hear him turning his shower on. My heart racing for a moment I stare at the barrier that keeps me closed off in my room from him and the rest of the apartment. Should I go to his room? Should I ask him what happened during this date that changed his opinions of her?

Just a few days ago he seemed so happy to be talking to her. She was brought up in nearly every conversation, and it had even grown annoying at times listening to him drone on and on.

My body moves before my mind can tell it not to. My feet hit the cold wood floor and I start the short walk to his room. I open the door quietly and make sure to close it just as quietly before I make my way over to his bed and tuck myself under his covers waiting for him.

Tonight’s shower was long…extremely long, which was odd for him and led to me feeling all the more confused and worried as I laid under his covers waiting for him to emerge from the bathroom. I could smell his body wash, his shampoo and conditioner, and I found myself panicking a little as I heard the water turning off but I remained still and quiet as I waited for him.

When he emerged and enters his room again he pauses as he sees a silhouette under his comforter. He stands there for a moment before stepping closer and soon joining me under the covers. “I thought you were asleep,” He whispers.

“I was,” I lie, “I heard your shower,” I say softly as he moves closer. His head finding its way onto the pillow I was using as he invaded my person space. “How was your date?,” I whisper as our eyes meet in the darkness.

“…It was okay, I don’t think I’m going to see her anymore,” He whispers before pausing for a second, “We don’t have much in common,” He explains as his eyes flicker between mine. “I’m sorry to hear that,” I retort before my hand reaches up to move some of his hair out of his face.

His eyes close for a moment and a gentle silence falls over the room. His hand moves forward and reaches my hips before traveling upwards under my shirt to rest on my ribcage. “This is exhausting,” He whispers softly as his grip tightens and I feel his fingertips dip into my skin a bit more harshly.

“Dating?,” I ask softly as I find my fingers combing through his hair. Silence is heard for a moment, “No,” He mumbles, the single word almost unheard as he says it.

“No, not dating,” He says a bit louder this time. His eyes were fixed on mine as he spoke, “(Y/n) was is this?,” He ask softly and I pause for a minute. ��What do you mean Dick?,” I ask softly as I pull my hand back from him, “This,” He says making a motion between the two of us, “What is this, what am I to you?,” He ask, and I feel my heart stop for a second.

“You’re my best friend,” I whisper softly only for his grip to grow tighter making me wince a little, “That’s all?,” He ask softly, his voice carrying a tone I had never heard before. There was an edge to it that made my heart race and my stomach tighten, “What else is there?,” I ask softly, trying to keep my voice even.

“Cut the crap,” He says lowly, and I feel goosebumps spread across my skin, “Are you really going to make me say it?” He ask as he pulls me closer. My eyes widen and my hands shaking from how quickly my heart was beating, “I know you’re in love with me,” He whispers as he leans in closer.

I’m silent, what was I supposed to say? Yes? Proclaim my secret love of over 6 years?

“I can’t keep acting like you’re not…like I’m not,” He mumbles with a low and somewhat bitter tone, “We’re not just friends…we haven’t been for a long time and both you and I know it,” He whispers as he leans in closer, “I’ve been trying for years to just get it out of my system, I thought maybe if I found someone that was like you but wasn’t you I could have everything without getting rid of it all,” He leans in even closer. His hot breath hitting my face as I feel his nose brush the tip of mine. “I’m tired of pretending, I’m exhausted from having to push all of this down and act like you don’t love me, and I don’t love you,”.

His lips are only for inches from mine as he keeps his eyes on mine, “Say it,” He whispers with a tone of desperation and want. “Say it…say you love me,” He adds and for a moment I feel his lips gently linger and brush over mine.

…

“I love you,” I whisper feeling my throat tighten as soon as the words pass my lips, but I don’t have much time to react before his lips meet mine in a kiss that leaves me feeling like I’m floating on air.

‘This is not a love story’ I think to myself as he pulls me closer and tilts his head just right to deepen the kiss. But this is real, he is real, I am real, and this kiss is real making me doubt my thoughts regarding our friendship.

‘This is not a love story’ I think, “I love you,” He mumbles against my lips as he pulls me closer and wraps his arms around me in a tight binding grip, “I love you too” I mumble back as my own arms wrap around him.

꧂𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼꧁

Not proof read, I’ll be back later to fix the errors.

-Mrs. Grayson.

[skulla-rxcks]

I wish you’d stay another night

Paring: Dick Grayson x f reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: or4l (fem and male rec), drinking, drugs, protected s3x, mention of injuries

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Dick saw you getting a little too drunk at a party so he had to take you to his place to sober up.

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

It’s 11pm there was a massive party happening in Bruce Wayne’s Mansion, I somehow won an invitation, it was a one in 30 chance to be invited and I somehow got it. It isn’t that surprising as it could’ve been way harder to get in due to it being a party in a billionaires mansion. the party only started half an hour ago and I’m already 6 drinks in, all of the alcohol, drinks and food are all expensive high quality stuff, I didn’t end up reading the alcohol percentage on the drinks due to not being able to because of the flashing lights, but that’s not the worst part. I didn’t know how strong and rich tasting the drinks could be.

I can barely stand or move around without stumbling over myself. I cannot go home like this yet alone take care of myself while drunk. I need to get out of this party and get some fresh air. I place my hand on the wall as I walk trying to keep myself steady, I continue walking slowly, trying to keep my balance.

I look around anxiously praying that no one’s staring at my pathetic attempts to walk, especially important figures in this city, cause oh god that would be so embarrassing, I would fucking kill myself! What if Nightwing saw me like this? He’s helped patch me up after I got stabbed once but being found and saved while being extremely god damn drunk is probably 10 times worse than me being stabbed, that’s just my personal opinion though. I’d rather cry in front of someone instead of them seeing me intoxicated.

I make it to the door and exit the mansion that the party was held in, once I’m outside I sit on a step and take a blunt I rolled up before I left out of my purse, lighting it with a flick of my lighter. I hold the cigarette between my fingers and inhale softly, trying to get my senses back to sober up faster; even though weeds definitely not going to help it, not even a little bit. I don’t have enough money for cigarettes lately so my stash of pot is all I can rely on.

“Y/n? You shouldn’t be doing drugs outside it’s risky, especially outside of Bruce’s property. Look I won’t turn you in or tell anyone but just for future reference”. It’s a man, he has the same physique as Nightwing as well as the same voice. “Who youuu an how do you know my naame..?” I ask, god why do I sound so fucking stupid when I’m intoxicated? “I’m Dick, Dick Grayson, you probably know me better as nightwing, since that one time I saved you. And for your name well, I looked it up in the files, I was curious and wanted to learn more about you and that was the only way to do so.”

He takes a seat next to me on the stairs. “Ohhhh hi dick… hehe, dick..” I lean my head on his shoulder, I reek of alcohol and weed. “You’re drunk, how much did you have to drink?” He takes my hands in his and looks at me sternly in the eyes. “Like 6 or….orrr 6… or mayyybee 7…?” I respond before quickly turning to the side and throwing up on the pavement next to me, holding my head in my hands, it’s pounding and I can hardly feel anything. “Fuck you’re drunk. I’m going to take you back to mine and take care of you for the rest of the night, you’ve had way too much to drink.” He sighs, lifting me onto his back like I’m a child again and bringing me back to his car, he buckles me into the passenger seat before hopping into the drivers seat and starting the car.

“I’m sorry... I’m sorry..” I mumble, resting my head against the window. “For what?” He questions.

“that you have to.. to waste time… looking after me” I whine, trying to keep my eyes open, but it’s difficult.

“you’re not wasting any of my time, trust me. I’d rather help you out than some other random drunk guy.” I close my eyes as my head sinks into the car seat relaxing myself as the drive continues on. a few minutes later Dick wakes me up “We’re here. need help getting inside?” he asks. “where are.. where are we…?” I look up at him rubbing my eyes. “my house, hope that’s okay, it was closer after all.” He says, opening the door and helping me out of the car. I wobble along slightly before finally standing up straight with his help.

“My room is upstairs, come on.” He tells me pointing the stairs up ahead. “okay,.” I attempt to walk up the stairs but end up stumbling and falling backwards. Dick grabs my arms to stop me falling backwards and luckily ends up catching me. “careful” he mumbles, taking my hand and helping me get up the stairs and into his room. “Here, lay down here” He places me onto the bed, I’m still drunk but my head feels more clearer now than before. He sits down beside me. “So how do you feel now? Are you still feeling sick? Do you need anything? Food, water..?” His hands are clasped together, he’s nervously tapping on his leg, clearly not used to practically ‘babysitting’ a drunk person. “I’m okay… I think”. I say, yawning a little. My head starts hurting all of a sudden. “ow.. fuck, p-painkillers maybe.” I whisper to myself, feeling a headache coming on. “You want pain killers?” he questions, raising an eyebrow at me. “Yeah please.” I reply, he gets up from the bed and leaves the room. Minutes later he returns and gives me two pill bottles. “Here, the blue ones are for extreme pain, red ones are for slight.”

“whatever you suggest, my heads fucking killing me.” I groan as I open them up and swallow them down accidentally taking a few more than the container prescribes immediately regretting it. “Oh shit!” I yell, grabbing my head in pain, I fall off of the bed and land heavily on the floor. “Hey careful!” He yells running towards me, stopping at the side of the bed. I lift my head out of my hands and see a small trickle of blood dripping down from my head into my hands. “fuck, you’re bleeding. okay, we’re definitely getting you into the shower. come on.”

Dick takes my hand once again this time leading me into his bathroom, he turns on the shower taps, fiddling with them and testing the water to see if it’s not too hot or not too cold, letting me adjust it if I need to. “Come put your hand in the water. Is the temperature okay?”

“Yeah, it’s perfect thank you..”

“can you help me shower?” I ask, looking at him and receiving a nod in response to my question. i strip down until I’m fully nude. the cold air of the bathroom making my nipples hard. once Dick’s undressed we hop in the shower, he makes sure to wash all of the wounds and injuries from all of the fights I’ve been caught up in and around Gotham.

I look down at the shower floor as he washes my hair and back. I watch the excess water drop onto the floor and travel down into the drain to keep myself entertained, I see some blood joining the water. I move so I can face Dick, there’s wounds on his chest and thighs, they seem new, not exactly new but not exactly old. “Dick? you’re bleeding..” I look at him concerned, I reach out and put my hand on his chest, hoping if he’s in any pain contact will soothe it. “it doesn’t hurt” he assures me, moving my hand away. “but..” I look at him sadly, knowing that deep down he knows it does, he just doesn’t want to say that he’s hurt.

“thank you for worrying about me though, I really do appreciate it.” Dick looks at me and smiles softly. He brings his lips towards mine and connects our lips gently. His hands find their way around my waist pulling me closer towards him as he presses himself against me harder. “You taste like alcohol mm..” I pull away from the kiss confused, but still allowing his grip on my waist. “what.. what.. was that for..?” my face turns red with embarrassment, his straight forward actions making me realise that I crave him, I need him. I want him.

“I don’t know, I apologise if I made you uncomfortable I just-“ before he can continue speaking I cut him off by pushing him against the cold tiled wall in the shower, bringing my lips back to his as the warm water sprinkles over us. “Dick.. I want you.” I mutter, putting my arms around his neck and pushing myself against him, feeling him grow hard against my thigh.

“Are you sure? You’re still tipsy.” He asks for my consent, reassuring me, reminding me that Im not fully sober.

“I’m sure..” I giggle, moving my hand down between his legs, cupping his cock with my palm before stroking him softly, trying to convince him to let me do stuff even if I’m still not sober. “Then..fuck.. can you please.. uh, suck me?” He groans, pressing little kisses along my neck. “here in the shower?..” I ask. “Yeah, here. In the shower.” He chuckles. I get down on my knees, not caring if water accidentally gets into my eyes, since that’s not what my goal is. My goal is to make Dick feel good all over. I take him into my mouth, surprised at how many inches he gained just from growing hard. I begin moving my mouth up and down, trying my best to impress him even though I’m definitely not the best at giving blow jobs. I use my hand to stroke his base, since I can’t manage to take all of him into my mouth.

It’s not long until I feel his dick twitch in my mouth, so I continue sucking on it bobbing my head faster now and tightening the inside of my mouth. Feeling his hands gripping onto my hips as he thrusts into my mouth faster. I’m starting to get a bit turned on and excited. who knew just by having someone in my mouth would get me so hot, especially Dick Graysons! “I’m close.. fuck..” He moans out, I nod and increase my mouth skills once again. Not long after he cums down my throat, I swallow it all like a good girl to impress him. “Jesus Christ that was good.. haven’t gotten sucked off that well in years..” Dick groans, pulling his dick out of my mouth and pulling me up to my feet to kiss me deeply once again, this time parting my lips with his tongue and exploring more of my mouth with his.

“Dick? can we go to your room. I need you..”

“of course.” he smiles, leading me into his room where he lies me down on his bed, hungrily prying my legs open to reveal my wet needy cunt, without warning he grabs my thighs and brings my crotch towards his face, beginning to thrust his tounge into my pussy. “mmg…!” I gasp in delight, tangling my fingers in his black messy hair as he starts devouring my pussy like a starved man.

“o-oh my god Dick.. !” I moan, my head falling back into the pillows, I buck my hips upwards trying to get more out of his mouth, as if it weren’t already perfect for me. He takes note seeing that I want more, he takes his tongue out of me and flicks it on my clit, but he also gently thrusts two fingers inside of me curling them upwards to hit that sweet spot of mine inside of me so my dripping hole won’t be lonely. he starts moving his fingers faster inside of me, making me arch my back in pleasure.

“Dick.. I want your dick..”

“Don’t worry baby, I wanna be inside you as well.” He smirks as he moves away from me to get a condom out of the night stand, he rolls it on before positioning himself at my hole. “Ready?” He asks. “M-mhm just put it in.” I beg “please Dick.” His expression changes as I use my manners, looking pleased at my obedience towards him. He pushes inside of me letting both of us letting out loud moans, he stretches me out perfectly, so fucking perfect. “Oh god!” I cry out, wrapping my arms around him and hugging him closely as he moves inside of me, slowly increasing his movements. “So tight..” he whispers into my ear before nibbling on it lightly. “Harder.. more.. please.” I tell him, as a response he starts thrusting even harder than I expected, making me scream louder than I ever have in my entire fucking life, the mixture of both pleasure and pain his cock is giving me makes me feel unreal. “I’m gonna cum..” I warn, hugging him tighter as my orgasm creeps closer and closer towards me like a spider. “Me too. I’ll cum after you don’t you worry.”

Dick says, a mixture of groans falling out between his words. Just hearing his groans is enough to make me cum on the spot, I cry out as I tighten around him, finally cumming, having the best orgasm of my life. Not too long after I feel the weight of the condom fill up, indicating that he came too. “Oh my god.. Dick.. I…fuck.” I kiss him softly before we get underneath the covers.

“Fuck, I needed that. I needed you so badly Y/n thank you.. now how about we get you drunk again so you can stay another night?” Dick winks at me.

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Flickers of Green #2

(Dick Grayson & Jason Todd)

[Art is not mine! Credit to fish-goat]

Requested by: quirkyshortdumbo11

Keys:

Y/N: Your Name

Word Count: 6,214

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Cursing

Mentions of Death

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I walk out of the abandoned building, the sounds of my gunshot and the now-dead drug lord's screaming still ringing in my head.

Nowadays it seems that these sounds comfort me more than Bruce ever could. Fucking Bruce. I hate him. I hate Batman. I hate the Joker. I hate myself for letting Y/N die. For dragging her to her death. For not being able to save her. For me being the one that's alive.

I can't let guilt cloud my mind right now. It's hard to kill someone as you're feeling guilty for causing the death of someone else. I need something to clear my head, something to reset myself. Coffee should help, it always did when I was originally alive.

I glance around, trying to get my wits together and figure out where the nearest coffee shop is. I tug my phone out of my jacket, taking a glance at the time. Nine thirty-two. Late but not too late, except for coffee. I don't know if anywhere with a decent cup of Joe will be open. I don't need that watered-down bean soup shit they serve at gas stations.

Pamela's cafe will be open. They're always open. I don't want to go there though. The last thing I need is more memories of Y/N.

I do a quick Google search, hoping to find any other cafe open, but I don't. I don't need coffee, but I do need something to eat and a donut sounds so good right now. I can't even remember what a donut tastes like. I'll just have to eat my feelings alongside the donut then.

I pull up Google Maps, glancing over it quickly before heading towards the cafe. The plus side of Pamela's is that the staff is pretty chill with anything; heroes, villains, and citizens alike.

It seems that in the past couple of years, the girls on staff have been adopted by some of the villains. I see Ivy, Scarecrow, and Harley coming and going from there a lot.

When I was at the Iceberg Lounge - aka Penguin's bar, strip club, and not-so-underground business - he mentioned that he "keeps up" on the girls and pays some of their tuition. He also mentioned there's a new girl that started a couple of months ago and that she's "a feisty little one that doesn't fear shit". That coming from Penguin is a bit of an honor. Not many people can get a compliment like that from him.

Maybe I'll meet this feisty new girl tonight. Maybe I'll take her home. I could use the distraction. However, I don't usually end up doing anything with them when I do get them home. I usually just lose my shit cause it's not the same as it was with Y/N.

I switch between being mad and being indifferent about being unable to move on from her. She died only ever loving me, why can't I live only ever loving her?

The neon lights of the cafe cut into my line of sight along with cutting through my thoughts. I forgot how obnoxious all the neon was. Standing right outside the cafe is Penguin and a young girl. She's in the 50s dinner uniform Pamela's staff wears. She's also wrapped up in a fancy-looking coat.

I feel half bad for the girl. If she's working at a cafe, she can't afford a coat like that, which means it's from the Penguin. It's never good for anyone - much less a young girl - to be in debt to Penguin.

My pace slows as I approach them. "Come on Feisty, just let me pay for your courses. Then you wouldn't have to work so much."

"No, I'm good. I don't mind supporting myself." The girl's voice is soft but firm as she speaks. Maybe she isn't as stupid as I thought.

"Listen here you little bitch-"

"No, you listen here you fucking flightless bird," the girl yells back, causing a bit of laughter to brew in my chest. "I already told you I don't want your money and unlike most of the other girls, I don't owe you shit so back off."

"And if I don't?" He asks, starting to turn the head on his cane. Under the head is usually a knife that Penguin is known to use on people when he doesn't get his way.

The girl yanks the cane away before any damage can be done, causing shock in both the bird and me. "If you don't I'll stab you to death with your own cane. Go back to your dumb pimp square." Penguin stands there for a second, just staring at the girl before he walks away mumbling to himself. His wobble is more present than usual now that he doesn't have his cane to support him. The club owner wasn't kidding about this girl not being scared of anything, or at least she was good at pretending.

Now that the fat man isn't in the way, I'm able to see the girl he was talking to. As my eyes scan over her my mind both empties and explodes. Standing in the neon lights is the spitting image of Y/N, which is impossible... because she's dead.

Or is it? I'm technically dead and yet here I am. But if she was alive, she would have looked for me, right? Like I did for her? She would at least be at the manor, right? Bruce would take her back in or at the very least Dick would... right? Or maybe she didn't want to go back to them. Maybe she's mad at them too.

Y/N - I think it's her - turns on her heels, heading down the road. I need to follow her. If she is my Y/N I need to know. I need to be a hundred percent certain. At the very least, if it's not Y/N I should still watch the girl get home safe after she disagreed with Penguin.

What if it's not Y/N? What if it is? What if this is a trap? Is Al Ghul fucking with my head again? Did he set this up to trap me back within the League? Even if he did, I need to know what's going on. Just in case it is a trap, I stay hidden. I'll have the element of surprise if shit does go south.

I follow this girl, not paying much attention to where she's going but making sure to keep pace with her. If it is my Y/N I can't lose her again from careless mistakes.

My mind runs a mile a minute as I trail her. I need answers, I need to hold her, I need her to be Y/N.

Maybe-Y/N turns, making my heart race. Fear of losing her around the corner mixes with the joy of a split second of light enveloping her.

I catch a glimpse behind her ear. When we were twelve, right before Bruce took us in, we thought it would be a good idea to give each other stick-and-poke tattoos. We tattooed each other's names behind our ears. My name is there, behind her left ear, in my chicken scratch handwriting. It has to be her. There's no way Al Ghul could know about that. I don't even think Bruce knows about our matching tattoos.

My pace quicks as I slide around the corner after her. I need her. I need to tell her I'm here. I need - it's a trap.

Hands land on me, throwing me to my right. My boots slide against the gravel on the sidewalk, aiding in me losing my balance. I fall hard, harder than the Roman Empire.

On my way down, my helmet comes into contact with a trash can. The noise echoes within my disguise, promising to give me a headache.

"What the hell?" I bark, quickly getting back to my feet. I should have known this was too good to be true. I should have known it was a trap. I should have known to pay attention to my surroundings. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Once the sound rattling around my helmet quiets some I'm able to get a grip on my surroundings. Standing in front of me is Dick Grayson in his signature black and blue spandex suit. "Fucking Nightwing," I husk out, shaking my head to get the last of the echoes out.

"Hood," he answers, positioning himself for a throwdown.

From my last run-in with Bruce, it's evident he knows who I am. Despite his attempt to hide it, the Bat was throwing his punches. I'm guessing from the greeting that he didn't share his findings with Dick.

But fine, if a fight is what Nightwing wants, a fight is what he'll get. It shouldn't be difficult to get him down.

I cautiously walk toward him, preparing myself to swing. One easy hit. Just one to knock him down long enough for me to sneak off and find Y/N.

I swing at him, but he ducks. What a little shit. I don't want trouble, I just want to go find - he thinks I'm stalking her. Dick thinks I'm stalking Y/N. Does he know it's Y/N?

"Just move aside, Wing, it's not what you think," I call out louder than I meant to. I throw another punch, trying to get him down again. I don't have time for this. I don't have the want to explain who I am and who I'm chasing after.

Dick needs to get out of my way before I lose Y/N. I can't lose her again. I'd burn the Earth to a crisp before I let that happen.

My thoughts distract me, making me lag as Nightwing tries to sweep my feet out from under me. I almost managed to avoid it but do end up tripping a bit from my late reaction.

"You're a notorious killer chasing after a girl, what else am I supposed to think?" Grayson calls, his cocky attitude present in his words. Well, that answers my question; he doesn't know it's Y/N. Or who I am. Or maybe he does and doesn't want me to know that he's connected to her. I hate the hush-hush behaviors we both inherited from Bruce.

I stumble back, again causing my helmet to come into contact with more metal. I'm definitely going to have a piercing headache for the next couple of hours. Great.

As the object behind me catches my fall, my guns slide across it, reminding me of their presence. If he's not going to go down with physical force, a gunshot sure as hell will work.

Nightwing approaches me, pulling his weapon out from behind his back. He's mumbling, probably answering whoever is on the other end of his coms. Great, I'm going to have to go through Batman too to get to Y/N. If that's the case, so be it. Bruce's name is as good as carved into my bullets if that's what it takes to get Y/N back.

I take Nightwing's distraction as a chance to get the upper hand. Being the asshole I am, I sweep Nightwing's feet out from under him. It's what he deserves and quite good karma. He stumbles back, landing on his back a couple of steps ahead of me.

No time is wasted as I start closing the gap between us. My gun feels heavy in my hand as I pull it out. Richard made his own grave trying to get between Y/N and me again, but that doesn't mean I like laying him in it. I watch as he grabs for one of his sticks as I tower over him. He can try all he wants but it won't stop me; nothing will stop me. Y/N will be safe from him, from Bruce, from the life I dragged her into it.

I level the barrel to his head debating if I should just end it here. It would be quite the message to Batman. "Lady don't!" A young voice screams out.

I glance up to find who else is present but before I can my eyes lock on Y/N. She's rushed and flustered as she races towards me. Before I can stop her, she's shoving the gun up towards the sky. "Don't shoot!" She shouts, her words followed by the sound of the gun going off.

Fear flickers through me before my senses come in. Y/N isn't shot, she can't be, the gun is pointed too high.

She stands in front of me, anger rooted in her eyes as she looks at me. There are flickers of green mixed in with her normal eye color. I take in the rest of her, letting my mind go silent as I look her over. Y/N has a strand of grey mixed in her hair, just like me. She has to be alive because of the Laza pit. She has the same greying hair and recent green added to her eyes, just like me. Mine were caused because of the pit, so hers have to be because of it too, right? Is she suffering from the same side effects I did because of the pit?

"What the fuck is your problem, you daft cow?" Y/N yells, tugging the weapon from my hand before I can stop her. I have to stop myself from laughing at the situation. It's too much like it was when we were younger. Dick and me going toe-to-toe and Y/N swooping in to break us up once again.

"Don't stand there and look dumb at me. What do you think you're doing?" She repeats herself, her attention turning towards the gun.

I shift to point it down, so she doesn't accidentally shoot herself, but she beats me to it. The barrel is pointed at the open pavement between our feet as her hands work on disconnecting the bullets from the gun.

Y/N's fingers look smooth and soft as they work. I want to touch them. I want to hold them in my hands. I want to press kisses into them. I want to touch her. I want to know she's real.

"I..." I start, my mouth feels heavy and suddenly full of cotton. "Hi." The word sounds loud when it tumbles out.

"Hello," Y/N says back, her eyes sparkling. The color I've grown so used to comforts me despite the newly added flickers of green. She's so bright and here and alive.

Her focus stays on me for a beat longer as she hands me back my gun. Our fingers bumping into each other, sending shivers up my spine. She's alive.

I let the feeling envelop me as my eyes switch from her face to staying locked on the shitty tattoo behind her ear. My mind is on overtime, running through a million questions even as Y/N moves up and down in front of me. I can hear her voice as she talks to Dick but it's hard to focus on processing her words.

My eyes snap back up as Y/N stands. She whispers something, the words lost in her uncomfortableness. Am I making her upset? Is Dick? I glance around her to hopefully see what shifted her tone. Since being distracted, Bruce's new Robin has appeared in front of us. Is he making her upset?

Y/N starts walking away, causing panic about losing her to wash over me. Before I can stop myself, I reach out for her, my hand wrapping around her arm to stop her movements. "Let..." I start again, my mouth still feeling dry, and it gets drier as Y/N turns towards me. "Let me walk you home." The words come out quieter than I thought they would.

Her eyes harden as she looks at me and shakes me off of her. "What the fuck is with all you superheroes? Two days ago, I had a frantic Batman shoving hundred-dollar bills into my hand. You have been trailing me for three blocks, you-" So she knows I was behind her? Does she know it's me? Does she not remember Bruce is Batman? What does she remember?

I shake my head again, trying to Etch-A-Sketch the thoughts out of my head. I focus my attention back on Y/N. Her hands are on her hips, her right one popped out. I want to touch her again. I want to put my hands on her hips. I want to feel her between my fingers. I want to feel her warmth against me. I want-

My thoughts are cut off again when Dick starts touching her. "I... Y/N?" Dick says his tone as quiet as mine was. All the love-struck feelings wash out of me and are replaced with anger and jealousy. I don't want him touching her. I should be touching her. She's mine. She's always been mine. What the fuck does Dick think he's doing?

"Good guess," Y/N answers, her figure relaxing some. Does she remember that Grayson is Nightwing? Why does she remember that but not that Bruce is Batman? Does she like him touching her?

"Y/N?" He repeats, his face scrunched up in confusion. He needs to stop touching her before I lose my shit.

Almost as if Y/N can read my thoughts, she shrugs him off and starts walking away again. "That's my name, don't wear it out." Her tune is light and happy, making butterflies flap around my stomach. Nightwing and I stay frozen, watching her slip out of the alleyway before vanishing from our sight.

Dick's attention turns back towards me. His eyes are watery. Apparently, I'm not the only secret Bruce has been keeping from him, how in tune for the bat. "What's next? You going to end up being Jason Todd?" He asks, a sad laugh following. It tinges my heart, almost making me regret being willing to kill him a few minutes ago.

I hum a bit, turning towards the direction Y/N went in as I think about what I'm going to do. I start heading after her before changing my mind. I know she's alive and in town. That's all that matters. It'll be best for her if I back off, give her time to think over the event, and give Dick time to tattle to Bruce so I can see how they'll react. I glance at Nightwing behind me before opening my mouth again, "We both know that Y/N being alive isn't the only secret Bruce Wayne is hiding from the world."

I let the words hang behind me as I walk away. Waiting to go after Y/N also gives me time to think over what I'm going to do. If she doesn't remember parts of her life - if any of it - I don't need to scare her away by coming off too strong.

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My heart jumps around as I walk up the path from the other day. The neon lights are still obnoxious as fuck, but I don't mind. Y/N will be there. I know she will. I've been watching her, keeping tabs on her, getting the hang of her schedule. I know, I know, I know. I sound like a stalker. But it's not stalking. It's... intel collecting.

I know she'll be here. She works until nine-thirty, so unlike the other night, I come in earlier, so I have time to see her. Time to talk to her. I also know they're not too busy at night so the cafe will at least be mostly empty, if not completely deserted.

From my stalk- intel collecting, I know Dick came in earlier to talk to her. I don't know what they talked about though. I don't know if I want to know. It pissed me off seeing Dick with Y/N. Pissed me off seeing him touch her again. Pissed me off seeing the smile that stayed on her face even after she left the cafe for class.

What does Dick think he's doing? I'm not stupid or blind. Hell, even a blind man can see how down-hard Dick is for Y/N. Even when we were younger, he pretty much had hearts in his eyes anytime Y/N was around. She wanted me last time; she'll want me this time too... I think.

The jingle of the bell on the door competes with my heartbeat for space in my ears. Sitting in one of the bar chairs at the coffee island is Y/N. Scarecrow is next to her, helping her with her chemistry homework. I'm not thrilled about this arrangement but at least Y/N is getting the academic help she needs.

"Hello!" Y/N peeps out, sending a smile at me as her attention turns away from Scarecrow. Her eyes soften when she focuses on me. "It's you again."

"It's me again," I mumble, taking slow steps towards her.

Scarecrow stands up, placing himself between Y/N and me. He's always been a small man, even when I was a kid, but he seems even smaller nowadays. "Again?" He asks, trying to look intimidating. He's barely intimidating when he's in his suit, and definitely isn't when he's dressed like a civilian.

"Again," Y/N peeps up, her voice still airy and soft. The same voice that used to whisper sweet nothings into my ear until I fell asleep most nights. "Helmet man here walked me home after I argued with Penguin the other night."

"You got into an argument with Penguin?" Crow asks, turning his attention from me to Y/N. "What did he want?"

"You know, the usual. He wants me in debt to him for another body to do his bidding," She teases a soft smile on her face in an attempt to comfort Crow. Scarecrow shifts around a bit glancing at me a few times.

I step aside, standing next to the skinny man and joining him looking at Y/N. She's so pretty, even out of her style and in the dumb uniform for the cafe. "Can I buy you a coffee?" I ask her, slowly tugging my helmet off as well as making sure the mask under it stays in place. The last thing I need is Scarecrow knowing I'm Jason Todd.

"Look at you, pulling all the guys today," Crow half teases, sending glares my way.

"I guess so," Y/N says, her smile even bigger as she scans over my face. Maybe she does know who I am.

"I have something to deal with. Will you be okay if I leave?" Crow asks, his attention not being pulled from me.

"I'll be fine. I'm pretty confident that I can take him if need be." Y/N giggles at herself, pulling a soft chuckle from Crow as well. He nods at her before turning on his heels and walking off. "What do you want to drink?" She asks, standing up and sliding behind the counter.

"I'll have whatever you're going to have." She hums, starting to make whatever it is she's making. I watch her move around, my eyes drinking in every moment. Memories flow in and out as I watch her. Memories of her hands on me, her lips on me, of her laugh, of her. "What do you think he's off to go do?" I ask, being careful not to call him Scarecrow in case she doesn't know. It would be better if Y/N didn't know; it would be one less person to protect her from.

She hums, her hands working at pouring our drinks out. "He's probably going to go line the fog machines in the Iceberg with fear gas. He gets pretty pissy when Penguin fucks with the staff." So, she does know. Is that good or bad? Probably good in this situation. "Here you go," She murmurs, pushing my cup towards me before walking back around the counter with her drink.

Y/N slides back into her seat, patting the one next to her. I obey, sitting down. Her eyes stay locked on me, the flickers of green swirling around them as she stares. The space is quiet, the only sound being us sipping on our coffees. "Are you stalking me?" She asks, filling in the space and causing me to choke a bit.

My lungs force out a cough in an attempt to counteract my choking. Y/N's eyes stay locked on me, the green standing out as she watches. "I... no?" Why the fuck did that come out as a question? That's pretty counterproductive. "No, I'm not." That's better... maybe.

She hums again, sipping on her coffee as she thinks over my answer. "Defiantly seems like you're stalking me. Most people don't sneak around and follow me all day." Once again silence falls between us. How am I supposed to respond to that?

Y/N sits in silence, enjoying her coffee as she watches me. Even though I know she's suspicious of me, I still find comfort in her gaze. "I don't remember much of my life before six months ago so if I'm supposed to know you, I'm not avoiding you. I just don't know who you are, so you don't need to sneak around me; you just need to talk to me. Well, and be patient please." She says, being the one to break the silence again.

Oh... So, she doesn't know anything. That's... scary. For many reasons. "Is there anything you do remember?" I ask, gently pushing my coffee back and forth between my hands.

"Snip bits of stuff. Though some things have started coming back since I ran into Nightwing and you. Some more came back after my coffee chat with Richard Grayson too."

Don't fucking say his name. Don't say it. You should be saying my name. Should be remembering stuff because of me. Not because of fucking Dick. "Oh ya?" I peep out, glaring ahead of me at the menu instead of focusing my anger on Y/N.

"Mmhmm..." She falls silent, nodding her head back and forth as if she's trying to wiggle her thoughts around. "Helmet man-"

"Red Hood," I say, cutting her off with my correction.

I turn my attention back to her, being met with her eyes already on me. "You're my Jason, right?"

"Ya," I push out, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. The word 'my' repeats nonstop in my head, bouncing around my brain as I try to sort through my feelings of bliss.

"I think I love you," She whispers, her hand dipping back behind her ear to mess with her tattoo.

The bliss is all washed away once the words hit my ears. She thinks she loves me? Does she not remember loving me? Of course not, Y/N doesn't remember anything. Well, at least a small piece of her remembers me. Remembers me enough to know she's supposed to love me and that's good enough. There's enough hope there for me to build on.

"Well, I know I love you," I whisper back, keeping my eyes on her to see her reaction. She's still looking at me, her eyes shining.

She hums a bit, tilting her head as she scans me again. "Can I take your mask off?" Y/N asks, her hands slow and gentle as they slide over my cheeks and come into contact with the mask covering my eyes.

"Ya."

Her fingers are soft as they snap off my mask. The joy drains from me as the warmth from her touch is removed. "Your eyes are green... I remember them being blue," Y/N says, her fingertips soon back on my cheeks.

I can feel my cheeks heating up, both from a blush and the hands present on my skin. "They used to be, now they're green." Y/N hums, running her fingers over my cheekbones before sliding them into my hair. I let my eyes close, soaking in her touches. It's calming, being able to be so close to her again, feeling her touch me again, feeling proof that she's alive. I lean forward a bit, getting close enough to feel Y/N's soft breathing coat my face. "Can..." Asking to kiss her might be a little much right now. Maybe I shouldn't ask.

"Can you what?" Y/N prompts, her hands dropping down to my shoulders.

My eyes snap open and once again they're met with the familiar color and the newly added flickers of green. Why did she only get slivers and mine completely changed color? "Can I take you on a date?" I finally ask, shifting a bit so our noses are touching. God, I want to kiss her. I want to hold her. I want her in every way possible. It's going to kill me having to work back up to that.

"I'd like that, Jason."

Yes. God, yes. "Say my name again," I mumble, rubbing my nose against hers.

"Jason," She whispers, bopping my nose with her own before pulling away from me.

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Butterflies flap around my stomach, threatening to come up in a not-pretty way. My hands shake as I lift one to knock on the door of Y/N's apartment. The knocking feels loud as I do it. Maybe I knocked too loud.

The door swings open soon after, the door frame filling with the image of Y/N. She's dressed up with her hair down to cup her face. "Hi," I breathe out, my eyes drinking her in. She's so pretty, so perfect, so alive.

"Hello," she answers back, her eyes glancing at my hand. "You got me flowers?" Y/N asks, leaning against the door frame.

"Oh ya," I bark out, definitely too loud, as I push the bouquet toward her. I couldn't decide what flowers to get so I ended up getting three different bouquets and had the lady mix them. "Your favorite flowers are orange roses, but I didn't know if you still liked them or not, so I panicked and got more flowers than you probably need or want." That was dumb. Why did I say that? I feel like a thirteen-year-old with his first crush again.

"I still like orange roses," Y/N tells me, taking the flowers from me before walking back through the door. I follow after her, making sure to close the door behind me. Her apartment is small but cozy. There's not much in her home either but I guess that's expected since Y/N doesn't know herself.

There is a small couch and one of those old, bulky, shitty TVs tucked into her living room. The apartment smells nice, like pork and chili pepper. A million different dishes are stacked up around her countertop in the kitchen. "What are you making?" I ask her, sliding my jacket off before laying it on the couch.

"I'm making Pozole. I remember you liking it. Or I think you liked it. Somebody did at least," She mumbles a bit, keeping her attention to the pot on the stove in front of her.

"I like pozole. Alfred and you used to make it for me all the time."

Y/N's eyes light up at my words, making my chest fill with the warmth of joy. I walk into the cramped kitchen, making sure to stay out of her way as I stand in her presence. I watch her like a hawk as she works away, letting the warmth of the stove and the smell of dinner fill the space between us. For the first time in two years, I finally feel okay, finally feel at peace.

"You didn't answer my question the other day," I voice, sliding in closer to her. I want to hold her; I want to wrap my arms around her waist. I debate it for a second. I don't want to scare her off.

"What question?" Y/N asks, glancing at me before turning back to her project at hand.

"Is there anything you remember from our - er - your life?"

Y/N snaps the heat off, continuing to stir the pot as she thinks it over. "There's not a lot I do remember. I'm starting to remember this dude named Wally, I think. I don't know. I'm going to talk to Dick about him tomorrow. I remember a bit about Dick too but not much. I remember a bit about you... about us." Her eyes glance at me, before turning back to our dinner. She picks up some heat absorbers, wrapping them around the pot before setting it on a cutting board on the counter.

She's talking to Dick? About her memories? Or lack thereof, I guess. I don't want her talking to him. What's he going to say to her? What has he already said to her? What ideas is he putting into Y/N's head? Has Dick tried anything with her?

"What do you remember about us?" I ask, trying to push for more information as I try to forget my worried thoughts.

Y/N floats around the kitchen, taking out dishes for our food. My eyes trail her as she moves around the small space. "Umm... I remember us kissing a lot."

I chuckle a bit at that response. We do - did kiss a lot. We did other things a lot too. "Ya, ya we kissed a lot. We were very... touchy." Y/N giggles a bit as she makes our plates. My eyes keep glancing from her face to her hips. I really want to touch her. Before I can stop myself, I push off the counter I'm leaning on and wrap her up in me. My hands are firm on her hips and her back is pressed into my chest as I bury my head into her neck.

Y/N stiffens a bit in my hold before relaxing her muscles again. "We danced a lot too," I mumble into her neck, softly shifting her hips so we can sway together. She sways with me, her body weight feeling so good against mine. "You liked to read out loud to me too."

"Do you not know how to read?" She teases, shifting in my hold so we're face to face.

"I know how to read, I just read too slow for your liking."

"Oh ya?"

"Absolutely not, I just like your voice," I answer, lifting my head from her neck and placing our noses next to each other.

Y/N's hands slide up my arms, resting on my shoulders. "Our favorite book is The Great Gatsby, ya?"

My heart swells a bit at her words. "Ya, it is," I whisper, trying to focus my eyes on hers instead of her lips. It doesn't work so I decide to close my eyes, letting myself focus on her body heat instead. We stay silent, sitting like this, with me holding her. I could stay like this forever.

"Could you kiss me?" Y/N mumbles, shifting in my hold.

My eyes snap open, taking in her face. I roll the words over in my head. I already thought holding her was much for a "first date" and now she's asking me to kiss her? Maybe this is a trap. Maybe I'm making her feel like we have to move fast. Maybe Al Ghul is fucking with my head somehow. "Why?" I peep out, loosening my grip on her.

"Well, my therapist says doing stuff I used to do can help with my memories coming back. We were together ya?"

"Ya, we still are." Her face pinches some as her body stiffens again. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. It isn't fair of me to expect a relationship from Y/N. She doesn't even know who she is, let alone who I am.

"Well, I thought maybe kissing you again would help. We don't have to-"

"I really want to kiss you," I say, cutting her off, and tightening my grip on her again. Y/N's hands slide to the back of my neck, her fingers shaking a bit against my skin but her body relaxes again. "Close your eyes," I mumble, sliding my nose against hers again.

Y/N obeys, fluttering her eyes shut. I take my time, trailing kisses across her nose, her eyes, and her cheeks, before placing myself above her mouth. I soak this scene in for a second before closing the gap between us. Her lips are soft against mine and taste like mint gum.

I shift my hands up, cupping her neck with one and softly dipping the other into her hair. All my need and want and love is boiled into the kiss. Our lips shift against each other for a while, the kiss getting heated way more than it meant.

As my lungs start burning, Y/N pulls back, making me a bit sad. I'd gladly suffocate to death from her kiss. "Jason," She murmurs, her words a little slurred.

"Say it again," I whisper back, tilting my head so our lips are close again.

"Jason," She mutters again. Her lips brush against mine as she speaks.

Fucking Christ. This is too hot, too heated, too much for her right now but I can't stop thinking about hearing her whisper my name all night. "I can't wait for you to fall in love with me again," I say, keeping my tone at a whisper as I glance over her face.

"Why is that?" Y/N asks, her fingers tangling into my hair.

"Because I still love you so fucking much."

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I won't hurt you : Dick Grayson x f!reader

Warning: well, this gif was not chosen by accident, duh, SMUT, insecurities, MINORS DNI!

Being intimate with someone was always hard to imagine for me. Ok, I may have been deeply in love with Dick Grayson but the thought of him making love to me was just too much. I mean, he was the Nightwing. Flawlessly looking, perfectly sculptured, all muscles and trained and toned figure. Me? Not so much. Most of the times when I looked inn the mirror it was like a prick of conscience that I’m not doing more to look better.  That my body was far from good looking. All those imperfections, insecurities and my internal critic screaming at me that I don’t deserve him. I might have been a good person inside but my outside was making me feel terrible. Not to mention that one too many times I’ve heard (and that coming from the people who were my closest family, apparently) that I was fat and waste of space. I used to shrug it off casually not letting anyone show how much it hurt, but the truth was that it did. One of the worst feeling ever – trusting someone enough to show that vulnerable side that was later on used against you, just to cause pain and make you feel this sharp pain inside. So, with such experiences it was always hard for me to let people in. Both emotionally and especially physically.

I knew Dick loved me, I did. But knowing was something far different from letting him see me whole. All that parts I hated, which pretty much was all of them. What if he gets disgusted? What if he change the way he see me? God! All those thoughts were just spinning inside my mind. It was harder than I expected.

So when the time came, after a lot of convincing it was time for us to get intimate.

“YN” he said lightly stepping forward and pulling me close.

I couldn’t even look him straight into the eyes, my heart beating so loud I couldn’t breathe properly. My eyes were everywhere but on him.

“Baby, look at me” he spoke softly but I just shook my head, clenching my fist unwillingly and closing eyes. That was when I felt his lips on my forehead, his hands starting to caress my back softly, slowly,  trying his best to help me relax in his arms. But the more he tried to give me comfort and support the more I started to shake and quiver. “I am not going to hurt you” he whispered, his mouth now hovering over mine, mere centimeters apart and  that finally made me open my eyes and look at him. There were just pure love and concern and softness on his face, quite a rare view, given his alter ego and night works. “I love you” he added.

“I know” I gasped and much to my embarrassment started crying. “I’m sorry….” I panted trying my best to stop the tears from falling “I just…. I don’t think I know how to be loved …..” I clenched my fist even more since that was what I used to do to keep myself strong.

“Don’t” he took my hands in his making me unclench them, preventing me from hurting the palms with the fingernails. Holding me close to his chest to the point where I was hiding my face in his shirt making it wet but he just didn’t care, stroking my hair gently. “It’s ok. Everything is all right. We can wait. I can wait. I won’t push you to do anything, I swear.”

Why was it so hard? I felt so safe in his embrace like he was the one who could shield me from the entire world, protect me from whatever danger might be coming so why couldn’t I let my guards down and just let him love me?! What was wrong with me?! Any other girl at my place would just jump into his arms without hesitation. Any other girl would fall straight to her knees in front of him. Fuck, there were a line of them, waiting to get into his bed. And I was just a freaking out because he was about to love me.

“Dick, I am so sorry.” I repeated “It’s not ok, not at all. You are so good to me and I’m just…..I don’t know. You can have any girl you want and I’m…..

“Stop it. I don’t want any other girl I just want you. you hear me? Only you.” he grabbed my chin and made me look at him, opening his mouth to say something more but seeing the look in his eyes I just decided to stop thinking. Before he could say anything I leaned into him, connecting our lips. This kiss was sloppy and shy. At first. Of course it was not the first time we were making out but this was different, knowing where we were heading. Acting so out of character I gave up the control leaving the driving to him and he was more than willing to take the wheel as he started to deepen the kiss making it more heated, more passionate and  faster. Almost like he wanted to take all the bad thoughts and fears rooted so deep inside me. Before I realized what was happening he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his hips making me feel how hard he already was and I squeaked with both surprise and sudden  fright. This was really happening.

“Is everything ok?” He pulled back immediately eyeing me with so much care.

“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t make me think” I pulled him back to me by his neck and connected our lips again. I had no idea what I was doing but one think I was sure that the second I let my thinking consume me again my mental barrier will reappear as well. The only way was to take a leap of faith. Good thing Dick was more experienced on the field. He knew exactly what and how to do.

“I won’t.” he gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, gently sucking on the skin, sending shivers down my spine. “I will make you feel good. I promise.” Oh, he already was, slowly walking backwards towards the bedroom with my legs still wrapped around him, so I was hanging onto him like a koala. When we reached the edge of the bed he sat down with me on his lap, his nimble fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. “May I?” he murmured against my skin and almost hypnotized by all his actions  I nodded letting him expose me. “You are perfect” he repeated as more and more skin were showing. Next, still kissing me, he took my hands in his guiding them to unbutton his shirt and slowly, oh so slowly slid it down his strong toned arms, leaving his perfect abs exposed.  I was now so hot, pretty sure I was blushing like crazy “You are so perfect” he said once again, lips on mine, as my hands on their own volition started wondering around his chest and neck, feeling his pulse rising. “I want you YN. Will you let me love you like you deserve? Please, be mine…..” Dick leaned his forehead on mine and I nodded again. “I need you to say it out loud……”

“Yes. Just please don’t …..”

“I won’t hurt you. Just say a word and I stop. It’s ok, it’s all ok….” He gently laid me down, not breaking the kiss, his hands moving down my sides, settling on my waist and I shuddered again feeling the warmth coming from his body.

“Dick…..” I moaned, being so embarrassed with myself, he did barely anything and I was already a mess.

“I am here. I love you. Everything is all right. You are so perfect, so good…. We don’t have to rush. Just tell me what you want…..” he whispered, being as vocal as usual, just way more horny.

“You. I want you, Dick. I love you too….. ” I was still so scared, but slowly with every touch of his hands and lips he was making it go away. “I’m sorry. I’m so pathetic….” I covered my face with hands. A whiny and needy girl was surely nothing he wanted.

“You are wonderful” he grabbed my hands making me look straight at him. “don’t hide from me. I love seeing you coming apart already. All mine, all for me.” His eyes darkened with lust and I felt my insides clenching for him and my pussy throbbing and out of instinct I hooked my arms around his neck pulling him closer. At the time his hands slid around my back unclasping my bra and slowly massaging my bare breast making me moan into the kiss as he smiled.

“God. I’m so crazy for you” his lips replaced hands as he sucked on my nipples sending another wave of pleasure all over me. I arched my back turning into pure want and need.

“Dick….” I moaned feeling him playing with the zipper of my pants “don’t tease…..”

“Are you sure?” how was it possible for him to stay so in control while I was just overwhelmed with the sensations he was giving me.

“Yes, please.” I gasped as he slid the pants and underwear alongside my legs and pressing our bodies even closer together, skin to skin. “Fuck!” now I felt his hardness against my bare femininity. All but him forgotten, feeling nothing but his body against mine, his hands and lips on every inch of me. Brain off. Mental shutdown. All of a sudden everything seemed so natural, so beautiful. He was here, he wanted me, he didn’t think I was flawed or broken. And I wanted him too. All of him. Despite that little alarm that went on in my head as the unbuttoned his own jeans and his cock sprung out hard, swollen and ready, I pushed my thoughts away.

“Focus on me.” He breathed out, hovering over me, intertwining our fingers, completely overwhelmed by hunger of me “are you ready, baby?”

“Yes. Please. Make me yours. Just…. go slow.”

He smirked and complying with my request carefully started to enter me. It was only the tip of his member but as he was stretching me and pushing against my hymen I squirmed beneath him.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, so mindful of my own mental state

“Good. Weird, but so, so good.”

“Do you need some time to….”

“No. No” I shook my head “give me more, please, please….”

He smiled like crazy and pushed some more. I felt the resistance coming from my body, unwilling to let him inside and dug my nails into his shoulders making him stop at the spot.

“You good, babe?”

“Yes. Yes, I just need a second” I slightly moved my hips to adjust “now, you can move and …. Ah!”  as he pushed past my cherry this new feeling just consumed me whole making me arch my back, and throw my head further into the pillows.

“Let me in.” he muttered lips ghosting over mine, bodies pressed together and at this point I had no idea where I ended and he begun. “That’s it, babe. You feel so good. You are all mine.  All mine….” He was repeating this word like a broken record, but it was just so hot and emotional I was just melting completely.

Due to my surprise within seconds he was just all in and went still, silently asking me for permission to move and as I granted it, started rocking his hips, at first carefully, gently but slowly picking up the pace, holding me so, so close to his, our bodies becoming one.

“Dick,….” I moaned “don’t…. stop….. feels so good.….. I’m gonna… I’m gonna…..” my words were now an incoherent blabbing, I wasn’t able to form proper sentence.

“Good, babe. Let it go. Cum for me…. I want to see you fall apart for me. Only for me….” He was desperately chasing his own high, but we both knew he wouldn’t let himself finish before me. “I love you so fucking much, my girl, my baby….”

I don’t know if it was the words or just one final snap of his hips but soon I felt my own orgasm overwhelm me, sending me over the edge, as Dick walked me right through it. It was exhilarating, knowing he was the one to make me feel this way, that he was the one to be next to me during this first time. He soon followed me with his own high gasping and panting in pleasure.

“Shit, babe. You feel so good, so perfect….” He finished and crashed me with his body falling down. He was heavy but at the same time I felt complete with his bodyweight on mine, my hands immediately embracing him as I needed something to hold on to and to ground myself. After a while however I was not able to breathe anymore and gently tapped his shoulder urging him to move up.

“I love having you like this bird boy, but you need to move. You are hurting me now…” I whispered playing with his chiseled hair and the word “hurt” made him start up.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Please forgive me, I got so lost in you….” he turned onto the side eyes fixed on mine with so much love, care and affection as he intertwined our fingers..

“ Don’t be sorry, Dick. You just gave me something I never thought possible. You walked right past my inhibitions. Thank you.” I smiled at him, exhausted but happy.

“I’m glad. “ he muttered pulling me in, my head resting on his chest listening to his calming heartbeat “I told you I won’t hurt you. I love you so much YN.”

“I love you too, boy wonder” I mumbled, slowly drifting off from all the overwhelm.

“Get some rest. I will be right here when you wake up, not going anywhere…..”

“What about the crime that doesn’t sleep?” I chuckled on the verge of sleep.

“Jason and the rest will take care of it tonight. I just need, no want to have you in my arms. I’m not leaving.

And that was a promise he kept, making me feel safe, loved, wanted and satisfied. Glad that my first time was with him.

@pinksirensong - I;m sorry I;m putting you through this......

btw I've just realised I forgot to tag you in a cuple of my latest updates <sorrry>

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A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: mentions of death/su**ide

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

this took forever but i’m getting back in the groove! I got a little ahead of myself so I had to restart my whole timeline so it made sense. also yes asten is really determined to do this, you’ll learn why later

part sixteen

❝ WITHOUT A TRACE ❞

SATURDAY — AUGUST 8 — 10:04PM

SURPRISINGLY TO NO ONE, SLEEP WAS AVOIDED LIKE THE BLACK PLAGUE THAT NIGHT. Bentley, Nico, and Asten took to conversing quietly instead, all spread out on various parts of Bentley’s king sized bed. Nico was laying on his back across the foot of the mattress, bickering with Asten a little, but staring at the ceiling, mostly. He’d been jumping at shadows and flinching at the faintest of sounds for hours now. Bentley wasn’t even sure he’d seen him smile since they got to the Manor. Asten was posted up near the left edge of the bed, scouring the internet on Tim’s old laptop with a big bag of chips Jason had insisted they take up with them. He, as opposed to Nico, was taking their terrible circumstances in his stride, acting completely normal. Bentley was against the headboard, fiddling with his phone, trying his best not to be awkward.

Before they’d come up to Bentley’s bedroom, they’d been cooped up in the den, watching random movies on a quiet volume with Dick and Jason for company. It was the first time Bentley had seen Dick out of the hospital bed. Outwardly, he was just Dick Grayson. Charming, outgoing, fun-loving and even able to put Bentley’s jittery friends at ease; but Bentley could see the glimmer in his eyes that was dimmer than usual, the brief moments that he took to breathe and gather himself before he put the never-ending smile back on.

Jason had to have been seeing it, too. He was off to the side reading a book, but Bentley saw him react to things ever so slightly, like his finger twitching the slightest bit when Dick would shift uncomfortably, or the way his eyes flicked up for a split second when Asten’s Crime Alley drawl made a unmistakable appearance. 

After they successfully spent nine solid hours in the den, and skipped lunch, Dick practically begged them to eat something. (Bentley realized just then that he and Asten hadn’t eaten at all that day.) Dinner was quiet.

Bruce had let them know Damian had gone to a friend’s house — a family called the Kents — and Bentley was ninety-nine percent sure it was because of him, Asten, and Nico. Why else would Damian spontaneously up and leave? Duke was working on a school project at a classmate’s, Steph was swamped with college, Babs was staying late at the library, Tim was working over (which really meant he was in the cave.), and Cass was… well… doing whatever Cass did. (No one could really keep tabs on her, could they?) Bentley assumed it had to do with her upcoming dance recital next week.

Bentley didn’t mind. The meal was quick and quiet, and Alfred made some really good pasta stuff, that was so good Asten got a second helping. (Which Bentley considered really good, because he was Brazilian and Brazilians were very good cooks.)

And that pretty much led to now, ten at night, sitting in Bentley’s  bedroom that was pitch silent apart from Asten’s occasional crunching.

Bentley had exhausted all the games on his phone throughout the day, so now he was just kind of playing with his phone case. Nico’s phone kept going off repeatedly. (Bruce had called his parents to let them know what was going on, and they were coming back early, but their plane didn’t leave until morning so Nico had to stay with the Waynes until they got home.) Asten had said he called his uncle, but Bentley didn’t actually think so — he’d been near the bathroom door the whole time and never heard him say anything. But maybe he texted him. Either way, Asten was staying the night again, too. (As if Bruce would even consider letting him go home alone — He’d been checking on them nonstop, once every fifteen minutes at least. No one would know he was the calm and collected Batman based on the way he acted with his kids. Which was probably a good thing.)

“Bentley?”

It was the first time he’d heard Nico’s voice in quite a while, so both he and Asten perked up, glancing over at the blonde. His ocean blue eyes were locked on the ceiling. He was tugging on the strings of his light gray hoodie in a repetitive, rhythmic pattern, staring at nothing but deep in thought.

“Yeah?” Bentley questioned, picking at the edge of his clear phone case.

“What was your dream like? About her?” 

Bentley blinked. They hadn’t talked about the Secret Keeper since they got home, and he really hadn’t expected Nico to be the one to bring it up. He tapped on his phone lightly, exhaling.

“Uh… well… it was really realistic,” Was how he started, gaze focusing on the dark comforter he had over his legs. “I thought I was awake, and I started hearing her. Talking to me.”

He tried to hide the little shiver that shook him when he imagined the warped, strange mixture of her voice and Damian’s, but he wasn’t sure he hid it very well. “I tried to run but she was everywhere, taking peoples faces, their voices, just for me to look up and realize it was her and not them. I...” He looked down a bit farther. “I threw up when I finally woke up.”

Nico glanced over at him, blue eyes bouncing across his face for a few seconds. “Mine was really realistic, too. I woke up when my baby sister was crying, and I went to get her, but when I opened her bedroom door it was…” He trailed off, focusing back on the ceiling. “She, uh… started chasing me around my house. And none of the doors went to the right rooms, everywhere was a dead end, and I couldn’t find my parents or my sister, and I…”

Bentley glanced over at him, watching him blink the tiniest hint of glassy-ness out of his eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed,” Nico finally continued. “I threw up, too. Like four times. It always happens when I get really scared.”

A moment of silence passed.

“Was yours weird like that, Asten?” He questioned, glancing over at him.

Asten shrugged, not looking up from the screen that was lighting up his face and hair. “It… uh…”

Bentley watched his green irises move from the screen, to the keyboard, down to his lap, bouncing around there for a few moments. “I don’t… really want to talk about it.”

Nico blinked, looking back at the ceiling. “…Sorry.”

“S’fine,”

The room fell quiet, and Bentley kept fiddling with his phone. Maybe Asten’s dream had something to do with his parents or Brazil — that would make sense why he didn’t want to talk about it. Or maybe he was just terrified and didn’t want to think about it. Justifiably.

Bentley breathed in and out. “How’s your research going?” He said after a few moments, glancing over at Asten.

The blue-haired-boy shrugged. “I’ve pretty much dead-ended on my missing persons list. It totals up to forty-nine in the past four months, in and around Gotham. A lot of them are already… dead.”

Asten picked up the laptop and moved next to Bentley, adjusting the screen so he could see it. He had a spreadsheet open with a list of names and links to the articles where he’d found them. The whole thing looked freakishly similar to Tim’s — Asten wasn’t kidding around with his research, apparently.

“Research for what?” Nico questioned, sitting up on his elbows to gaze at them.

“I’m making a list of all the potential Secret Keeper targets. Trying to find something to go off of. To find her boss,” Asten explained, nonchalantly.

Nico wasted no time sitting up with a high-pitched: “To find her what?!”

Asten shrugged. “I dunno! Her boss, her leader, her dad, whoever branded her head.”

“Branded her head?”

“Yes, branded her head,” Asten clarified with a sigh. Nico pushed himself upright and shimmied up to the headboard, on the other side of Asten to look at the computer.

“Why in the world are you trying to find her boss?” He murmured, scanning the spreadsheet quickly.

“Because I want to destroy her,” Asten said, with a completely blank, serious expression on his face. Nico stared at him for a solid ten seconds before he frowned.

“What’re you gonna do? She’s killed people!”

Asten scoffed. “I’m going to make her life a living hell, thank you very much. Bentley said he’s in.”

Nico’s panicky blue eyes flicked over to Bentley. “For real?”

He shrugged lightly. Chasing down murdery metahuman supervillains wasn’t exactly his idea of fun, but if it would convince Damian he deserved to live with them, he’d do that five times over. After all, it’s what his whole family did, every single night. 

“Yeah,” He muttered quietly.

“If they harass you, harass them back,” Asten chimed, like it was some sort of nursery rhyme he learned when he was little. Nico gaped at him. “Fight fire with fire, they hit you, you hit them harder, all that jazz.”

“That’s illegal and immoral,” Nico murmured. “And I’m pretty sure fire plus fire just equals more fire.”

Bentley glanced up at Asten, who snickered: “Nothings illegal if you don’t get caught!”

Nico blinked a few times, in silence. “No,” He deadpanned. “How are her supposed victims going to help you find her boss, anyway?”

Asten shrugged. “I’m not actually sure yet. Just working with what I’ve got. Which isn’t much.”

None of them said anything for a solid ten seconds, all just glancing between each other and the computer.

“You guys can help me, actually. I’m trying to find anything besides being missing or dead that might link all these people together. If you want to see what you can find on some of them, that would be very helpful,” Asten explained.

“Helpful in finding a boss that might not even exist, of a lady who can kill you from four states away, that’s been personally attacking us. Sounds safe to me,” Nico muttered, and Asten elbowed him with a pointed glare. 

“Shut up,”

“Why are you so obsessed with destroying her? Gotham has police and superheroes for that,” Nico continued.

Asten stared at the screen in silence for a moment, something grim swirling in the back of his eyes before he pushed it away with a sharp inhale. “Because she’s been stalking us like a freaking psycho. If she’s gonna mess with us, she’s gonna know who she’s messing with.”

Bentley blinked. “If she can read our minds, I guess she already does.”

Asten glanced over at him for a moment, their eyes locking for a solid five seconds before he looked away again.

“True,”

“You think she can just always read our minds? Whenever she wants?” Nico interjected, glancing between them worriedly. “Because I don’t think a supervillain that knows we’re trying to catch them is going to be very easy to catch. Not to mention she’ll probably kill us.”

Asten shrugged. “I mean, if she can, she already knows. There’s no point in stopping now.”

“Uh, yeah, there is. It’s called not dying,” Nico sassed.

“Would you just help me?” Asten finally muttered, gesturing to the computer. “Just pick anyone on the list and see what you can find. It’d take me forever to do all these.”

Bentley obeyed, turning his phone the right way and choosing a name from the very top of the list: Titus Lancaster. 

He navigated to the internet and typed the name in, and immediately, several different results popped up.

The first one was on a website called Gotham’s Coldest Cases, and when he clicked on it, a picture of a boy with shiny, grayish-brown eyes was the first thing he saw. He was holding a guitar and sitting on the floor in front of a distant Christmas tree, wearing a red hoodie and gray sweatpants, smiling brightly up at the camera with dimples the size of craters. There was a red and black beanie pulled over his head, his deep brown hair only peeking out slightly from the front and back.

The headline beneath it was: New Jersey Couple Awakes to their Twelve Year Old Son Gone Without a Trace.

Bentley continued to scroll, watching the body of the article appear as he did.

Isabelle and Jonathan Lancaster awoke the morning of May 6 like it was any other day… little did they know, it wasn’t. When Isabelle Lancaster went to wake up her pre-teen son for school, he wasn’t there.

‘There was nothing in his room or in the rest of the house that would suggest he ran away. Even his cellphone was still charging on his nightstand.’ Says Eugenia Carlomile, head detective on the case. ‘No signs of forced entry or forced exit, no sightings of him or any suspicious persons anywhere outside of their house. We’re waiting for further evidence to continue our search.’

Titus Lancaster was last seen on May 5, when he and his parents parted ways for bed around 10:45pm. He was reportedly wearing a black hoodie with his last name and the number 16 on the back, and the Gotham City Middle School basketball logo on the front, with light gray sweatpants and a black and red beanie on his head. 

As of today, July 17, there are still no sightings of Titus. His family is holding an empty, closed casket funeral that is open to the public for anyone who wishes to grieve with them on July 27.

If you have seen or believe you have seen Titus Lancaster, or have heard any additional information regarding his disappearance, please contact the Gotham City Police Department at (856)-916-GCPD.

Bentley scrolled back to the top and saved the website to his favorites folder, before tapping his way back to the initial search results.

The second website that came up was Gotham News Network (GNN). When he opened it, there was a button at the top that said About the Disappearance of Titus Lancaster, but below that stood the large headline: Isabelle and Jonathan Lancaster Found Dead.

He took a deep breath, in and out, then scrolled down.

Isabelle and Jonathan Lancaster were found dead in their garage due to asphyxiation on July 28, caused by the trapped fumes of two running vehicles. Detective Eugenia Carlomile suggests this was a direct response to their missing twelve-year-old son, Titus Lancaster’s closed casket funeral the day before.

Bentley opted out of reading the rest of the article, saving it to his file with the other instead.

He couldn’t even imagine going missing, only to come back and learn your parents were dead.

The rest of the articles were repeats of those two, the only other relevant website being one called Gotham Areopagus. Bentley clicked on it, but it just ended up being a congratulations on their website for a group graduating from a children’s physics course there early in the year. Titus was among the list of names.

“I didn’t find anything about Titus, other than what happened to him and his parents,” Bentley said quietly, glancing over at Asten. “And that he took some class at a place called the… Areopagus?”

Asten nodded lightly, typing something next to Titus’s name. “It’s some rich kid's extracurricular class thing. I think people go there to just… take more classes? Nico’s been there.”

Bentley glanced over at the blonde, who shrugged. “It’s like, hands on STEM class stuff. I only went to a birthday party there, but there are year-long courses and stuff you can take.”

Bentley nodded lightly. He wasn’t going to ask what STEM meant.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know about it, nosebleed,” Asten taunted, nudging Bentley with his elbow. “Y’know, being the kid of the richest man, like, ever, and everything.”

Bentley shrugged. “I’m not from here, remember? I’m from Drew.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Asten continued. “You can look up someone else, then. It’s fine if you can’t find much.”

Bentley moved onto another random name, in the middle of the list: Davis Henderson.

Why did he recognize that name?

He typed it into his browser, scanning the results that popped up. The first one was on a news site called Right Now New Jersey, and when he clicked on it, the headline read: New Jersey College Student Assaulted at Work.

When he opened it, a photograph of an eerily familiar, blonde-haired-green-eyed guy came up. He was wearing a blue button up and a little waist apron, with a notepad and pen in his hands, smiling down at the camera. Behind him was a bar.

The bar Bentley went into when he was running from his father last year. It was that Davis, the waiter that tried to keep Bentley away from his father’s men, to protect him, only to get the butt of a pistol to his head.

21-year-old Davis Henderson was assaulted by an unknown assailant in the back room of the bar he works at. He was found unconscious with a blow to the head by coworker, Madison Langford, who called the police. ‘All I saw was blood, a lot of it, and I immediately called the cops,’ Said Langford, Henderson’s coworker in training. ‘I was so afraid he might’ve been dead.’

Henderson woke up confused and unable to give the police any description of his assailant or the incident in question. The camera system in the bar seemed to have been tampered with, as the exact time of the assault was cut out of the footage. More on this story as it develops.

Bentley quickly clicked off of that article. He could still remember the way the gun cracked as it collided with the waiter’s head. The way he dropped like a rag doll. The fact that it was all his fault.

He silently scrolled down to the next article instead, on the same website as Titus’s: Gotham’s Coldest Cases. The headline was: Star Princeton University Student Missing?

He opened it up and scrolled past the exact picture of Davis that was on the other website.

21-year-old Princeton University student Davis Henderson was declared missing on August 2nd, after not showing up to work or classes for 24 hours. 

He was last seen on surveillance walking between his home and work on August 1st at approximately 3:27am on 9th street, near Whitehouse Library and The Gotham Areopagus. He was wearing a blue button-up, black slacks, and black tennis-shoes. He didn’t make contact with anyone on or around the time of his disappearance, and there is no surveillance footage of him returning to his apartment complex that night or the following 48 hours.

‘I assumed he was sick when he didn’t come to class,’ Said Ethan Hunt, Davis’s classmate at Princeton University. ‘But he didn’t respond all day. I drove all the way to his apartment complex in Gotham, to make sure he hadn’t fallen seriously ill, but it was still locked and he wasn’t home.’

If you have seen or believe you have seen Davis Henderson, or have heard any additional information regarding his disappearance, please contact the Gotham City Police Department at (856)-916-GCPD.

Bentley sighed lightly and closed the website. Davis was so nice to him, and now he was… gone. Disappeared off the street.

And wasn’t Whitehouse Library the same place where The Secret Keeper chased Asten?

When he went through more of the search results, they were just repeats of those two stories, plus a few social media posts where Davis was tagged. Bentley scoured four different accounts of his, even going back as far as when he was a young teenager, but there was nothing that aided his search or seemed suspicious in the slightest. 

Bentley sighed heavily, glancing at the list Asten had made. “This guy was last seen in the same area where the Secret Keeper chased you.” 

Asten glanced over at him, then at his phone. “Who?”

“Davis Henderson,” Bentley stated, and Asten nodded, finding Davis’s column and typing a few things next to his name.

“I’m not finding anything on this Olivia girl but her dream and the reports of her going missing,” Nico stated. “She saw the Secret Keeper in her yard.”

“That’s fine,” Asten muttered.

Well, three down. Forty-six to go.

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Ch. 18: Deception is a tasty treat

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How do you fool a family of detectives to believe that you are not in a secret relationship with someone who you’ve been in love with for years and they know?

Easy.

You continue to act as if nothing is going on and gaslight them to believe you are still irrevocably in love with the person but the other half doesn’t know it.

The last few weeks have been eventful at best. Dick and Y/n have been doing almost everything in order to enjoy as much as they can together without the rest knowing and surprisingly it was going well.

“Here’s the plan,” Y/n said, one night as Dick had just gotten out of the shower after patrol and was getting ready to go to sleep. He can’t remember the last time he slept in his apartment ever since the night they finally talked things through. He was currently brushing his teeth, with a white towel thrown carelessly on top of his head, without a shirt and black sweatpants. With a hand on his hip, he raised an eyebrow at her, asking her to continue. “We create a fake boyfriend.”

Dick finished brushing his teeth and laid next to her in bed, pulling her towards him and cuddling her. “I’d that so?” he said full of amusement. She nodded giggling and he couldn’t help but stop to admire her. “I can already think of 20 reasons why this could fail, why are we in Wonder Woman’s good graces fake you having a boyfriend that is not me?” he said making her laugh.

“Because if we can fool the world’s greatest detective, I can keep you for a little while for myself and yes, even though we know that it won’t be problem, they have made it abundantly clear that they want us together; but, I want you for myself for some time. No expectations, no pressure.” Y/n pulled him closer and kissed him. They both understood that it wasn’t that their families would be unsupportive. It was that they would be SO supportive that they would not be allowed privacy. Dick laughed because even though the plan was childish, it would be fun playing around with their family. Plus, having the privilege of saying that you fooled the world’s greatest detectives was something that appealed to both of them. Their own little prank. So, he agreed.

Step 1: Stage a fight.

If both of them began soft launching a relationship it would be too easy for the rest to figure it out seeing as he quite literally acted as a love struck puppy around her.

That part came easy to them, seeing as that’s where they most had expertise. They knew which words to say and how to create an argument convincing enough to fool their family and friends.

“-YOU JUST DONT KNOW WHEN TO QUIT, GRAYSON!” Y/n screamed at him. They were “arguing” in her lab just as everyone was outside in the cave. To them, what looked like a peaceful discussions between Dick and Y/n became an argument where Y/n was ready to burst into tears at any given moment. They looked at each other and sighed. It really was an endless circle. They joke, flirt, fight, separate, and reconcile; then it was all over again. “All for nothing” said Steph quietly as the rest agreed. So much excitement in the last few weeks and they went back to square one. Another sigh was let out the group as the continued their work, though this time a little bit discouraged. Damian stared at the two of them not believing how everything turned out. Kory was out of the picture, Yn was home, so was Dick, he gave her flowers for heaven’s sake! Why were they so disfuncional? if only- “JUST LEAVE!”

“FINE I WILL!”

“FINE”

“FINE!” Dick stormed off out of Y/n’s lab. Sun sat down in her chair placed her hands on her face and let out a frustrated scream. She tied her hair into a pony tail and got to work. “I don’t have time for him. Not anymore!” She said as she tapped on her laptop. Damian looked at her intently, trying to decipher what the argument was about. Dick was bothering Yn about something if she told him to quit and leave, but what could he have done so bad that she would want him to leave?

That night, when sun arrived to her apartment, a vase with fresh flowers was on her counter. Dick sneaked behind her and hugged her. “You make a very convincing actress, darling” he said as he kissed her cheek, making her laugh.

“As do you, my love, as do you” she answered.

Step 2: introduce the “new man”

“hmmmm”

“whats wrong, bubba?” asked Dick as he noticed his lover’s silence.

“I don’t know how we will do this without the public snitching on us. We are well known and you know Gotham Gazette is ALWAYS looking for an excuse to have us as their cover story. What if it gets ruined? What i-“

“What if we make a reservation? We do have enough money to clear the entire space? Maybe wear caps and sunglasses when we are out? Pay off anyone who wants to say anything? This all sound like good choices, don’t ya think?” Dick said making her laugh

“You know what? Those aren’t that bad?”

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Now you definitely had their attention and maybe you were starting to reconsider if your plan was a good one.

“Is he blonde”

“no”

“maybe a brunette, you’ve always liked those”

“no”

“is he from your gym?”

“no”

Barbara and Stephanie had decided to question you on who was your mystery guy and frankly it’s was tiring tu the fuck out. First, they had threatened to search him out but you counter attacked that you would stop fixing their suits if they breeched your privacy like that. That seemed to get them to stop. Then they had settled for good old questioning. Every time they were near you, they would start to ask questions trying to find a way to find out who HE was. If only they knew that the majority of the time, HE was sitting near them trying to hide a big ass grin seeing as he thoroughly enjoyed how much they were annoying Yn.

This time, they found themselves in the middle of the living room, waiting for Duke, Tim, Damian, and Jason to choose a movie seeing as it was Wayne Kids movie night. The sofa was occupied by Yn, with Barbara to her left and Stephanie and Cassie to her right. Dick sat at the love seat watching the conversation with huge amounts of amusement. To the rest it just looked like he was happy she was getting annoyed which was true but he mostly was just enjoying the view (her).

“Was it the guy from the park?”

Noticing how much he was enjoying her suffering from the questions she had an idea.

Step 3: Throw off suspicions between them

“Mayyyybe”

Hearing this, all of them perked up.

“YOU ARE KIDDING!”

“OH HE WAS CUTE!”

Barbara and Steph screamed at the same time. Tim and Jason swapped knowing glances and nodded, they were definitely going to look into him later. Duke exchanged excited looks with Cass and laughed. Finally, Damian took notice of Dick’s behavior. His jovial state was clearly replaced by annoyance as he lightly glared at Yn, who in return softly laughed. Hmm interesting. Dick managed to cover it up with an eye roll and told the guys to hurry up. Finally, after a few more minutes, they had How to Train Your Dragon playing.

Throughout the movie, Damian kept on staring at Yn and Dick, wondering what that small exchange was about. At once, Dick pulled out his phone and texted someone. What a coincidence that aun received a text not short after, looks up at him, winks and texts back. He then notices Dick rolling his eyes at his phone and pouting at the tv to which Yn lightly chuckles. That was weird.

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After the movie, Damian waits for everyone to leave and shoots a text through the chat they had made without Yn and Dick.

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