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catpriciousmarjara · 4 months

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DP x DC: Dick's Totally Normal Date?

Inspired by that one juju sanpo where Yuuji thought Megumi was being hit on and he, Nobara, and Gojo pull out their ridiculous Formation B to drive away the potential date. And I thought, 'this, but batfam, but veer wildly to the left, with DP'. So here you go.

Third floor study, Wayne Manor

"Thank you all coming on such short notice", Tim said, eyes serious, one hand on the pile of documents on the table.

His siblings nodded at him, faces grave, except for Duke who just looked confused.

"I'm sure all of you already know why this meeting was called-

"I don't actually know why we are here", Duke interrupted.

He was thoroughly ignored.

-and are just waiting for confirmation. But the wait is now over. I have here the results."

His siblings all leaned forward, except for Cass who was too chill for that, apprehension radiating through their frames. Though Duke was more confused than apprehensive.

Tim sighed. "It's true. Dick is dating."

Gasps ran through the group.

Tim dropped the bigger bomb. "And its not a redhead."

Jason cursed as he leaned back in his chair, face directed at the ceiling exasperatedly. Steph brought a fist down on the table, shaking her head. Cass simply placed an elbow on arm of her chair, chin supported by the back of her hand. Damian just scoffed.

Duke looked at all of them still trying to see what the issue was and why they were even here doing this. Tired of being out of the loop the young man decided to just go ahead and bite the bullet.

"Question!", he began,"Why is Dick dating someone a problem?"

They all stared at him.

Jason raised an eyebrow. "Dude, he dated a witch king that tried to make us all into creepy dolls just a year and a half ago. The bastard almost turned everyone in Gotham into literal hamster plushies when they broke up."

"His immediate rebound after that relationship was the alien that tried to hunt him for sport", Steph contributed helpfully.

Jason waved an arm towards her while looking Duke, as if asking him why he wasn't getting the point.

And Duke...really wasn't getting the point. In fact he seemed to be getting even more confused.

"Dick's a habitual monsterfucker, old news, so what? And it isn't as if every single one of you haven't had some kind of romantic relationship with non-humans before. Even Damian's dated Jon! Besides Heira did not turn us all into hamsters. That was a joke. Aaaand Ga-va'se is a great guy and he definitely wasn't a rebound. Also he and Dick broke up really amicably and they still meet up for boba and he gives us really cool alien shit so I don't know why you guys don't like him."

"Duke, Ga-va'se hunted us for sport", Tim said from the side.

"That was because we were in his hunting grounds! Plus he apologized for that!", Duke defended his alien buddy. The guy was really nice! What was their hang up with him? Sure he was a bit murderous but hey, Duke dared his siblings to find one person from each of their social circles who wasn't a bit murderous and insane. Sure he hunted them for the better part of five days in a terrifying alien jungle a galaxy away from home but that was honestly their fault for intruding on the hunting grounds of his people in the first place. Plus it was all a misunderstanding!

"I agree with Thomas", Damian said as he thumbed through the files Tim had distributed among them. Across from him Cass was doing the same thing, rapidly turning the pages. "Partially at least. The Yautja was a worthy candidate for Grayson's hand-

"You just like him because he got you that sword, Demon Spawn", Jason drawled in that assholish tone of his that never failed to incense Damian.

-Shut it Todd! Ahem. As I was saying Ga-va'se was worthy but Heira was an imbecile. Unfortunately there are more Heiras in Grayson's romantic history than Ga-va'ses so it would be prudent for all of us to remain vigilant", the youngest member of the Wayne family finished, closing the file decidedly. "Especially if his current choice isn't a redhead."

Duke had to ask. "Again whats up with the hair colour thing?"

Tim looked at Steph pointedly. "Officer Stephanie Brown please proceed with orientation."

A truly terrifying grin bloomed on Steph's face. She stood up from her chair and walked to the wall, pulling down a projector screen. A click of a button and it came alive, with what looked like an honest to god power-point presentation on Dick's dating life. Tim slid Duke an brochure of all things.

"Dick's choice of romantic partners can be classified into three categories", she began as if she was a lecturer. She was even wearing glasses. "Redheads, which everyone and their third aunt's weird dog knows about, morally ambiguous older men, and extremely dangerous non-humans. There are outliers of course, and overlaps, but generally he tends to keep his choices confined to these groups. Turn to page 3 please."

Duke dutifully turned to page 3, which looked like it contained profiles of the various people Dick's dated in the past. If it was any other family this would be a gross invasion of privacy.

"Exhibit A- Barbara Gordon, great taste, mostly downhill from here I'm afraid. Exhibit B-Slade Wilson aka The Terminator, no I'm not kidding, the entire thing is weird and toxic. And Exhibit C-the weird eldritch thing Dick dated two years ago who I'm pretty sure is Cthulhu's actual cousin who made us all taste colours for a week straight."

"Deathstroke?", Duke exclaimed, weirded out.

Jason raised an eyebrow. "Thats who bothered you? Not Cthulhu's cousin?"

Duke huffed. "Their name is Umh'uidrritl and I know where to draw the line."

Tim side-eyed him. "On a whiteboard with an old marker maybe."

"Hey!"

"Back to my very important power-point that no one else is going to interrupt-",Steph said as she glowered at them, "-mapping Dick's dating history shows us that the more volatile of his partners tend to cause trouble post-breakup. A deeper investigation would reveal that while his harem of redheads mainly just stir up delicious, juicy drama, hot tea and angst all around baby, bless their souls, his harem of morally ambiguous older men, and harem of extremely dangerous non-human entities tend to lean towards more destructive reactions. While the former is content with kidnapping and threatening and the assorted standard yandere meltdowns-

"Yandere?", Damian murmured.

Jason just snorted.

-the latter likes to cause damage on a larger scale". The blonde gestured with a flourish and a new slide popped up.

"Exhibit A- That time Gotham almost got gobbled up like a light snack by that space whale pet of the Ryagonian emperor. Exhibit B- That time a Fairy Queen tried to spirit Dick away and almost put the entire city into an enchanted coma, which was honestly kinda festive, I'd never been more well rested. Exhibit C- That entire thing with the tentacles that we are all better off without revisiting."

Everybody in the room blanched at that last one. Duke nodded his head at their reactions. The ink really was hard to get off of clothes.

The screen went dark and she pulled the cord at the bottom, the projector screen rolling up. The blonde turned to them with a smug and satisfied expression on her face.

"In conclusion, despite there being no biological connection between them, and the fact that romantic and sexual preferences are not genetically inherited, Dick has managed to acquire Bruce's proclivity for an interesting dating life, which we all did if we're being honest. Its just that while Bruce dates across the law, Dick dates across realms and his romantic entanglements often happen to be so above our pay grade that its ridiculous. Data has shown that redheads cause the least amount of property damage so whenever he dates non-redheads, we have to keep an eye on the tea-I mean an eye on the situation."

She sat back in her chair with a satisfied air. "Questions?"

"Yes", Tim said miserably. "Did you have to bring Bruce into this? Like ew."

"I had to, yeah!", Steph replied cheerily. "You stole my croissant alienfucker!"

"Excuse you the alien fucks me thank you very much!"

Jason almost gagged. "TMI Timbo TMI!"

Duke frantically gestured at Damian. "Damian's right here!"

The boy in question just looked supremely unimpressed. "I was raised by assassins Thomas."

"Where's Cass?", asked Steph, munching on a packet of chips she produced from somewhere.

"Left this clown fest to assist Pennyworth in drugging father so that he can actually rest."

"Ah", said the whole room. Each one individually resolving to go to Bruce's room and get blackmail pics later. Sibling solidarity at its finest.

"Back to the matter at hand", said Tim, "Dick dating a possibly dangerous entity even remotely around the time frame when the Joker turned up dead is a red flag. And that's why our secret society is meeting today."

"Okay one, you think Dick's new boyfriend offed Joker? Two, this is a secret society?", asked Duke, his earlier confusion now fully evolving into resignation.

"I already filled out your documentation."

"What?"

"Don't worry. Everything's in order."

"Thats not...you know what? Thanks Tim."

"You're welcome!"

Steph chortled at the entire exchange and almost choked on her chips. Karma.

Jason leaned back with his hands behind his head.

"You know, if this guy merked the clown, and has no evil plans or something...I'm all for him actually. Guy has my vote. If they get married I might even decide not to embarrass Dickie at the wedding", he said while Steph hacked up a lung in the background.

"Be that as it may Todd, we still need to monitor the situation. If this Daniel did have anything to do with the Joker's death, then he is a dangerous individual who could pose a threat to Grayson", remarked the young Robin, and then as an add-on, "...and Gotham."

Duke sighed. There really was no escaping this was there? "So what do we have on the guy?", he asked Tim.

"Page 4. Name-Daniel Nightingale, prefers to be called Dan. Father, Vladimir Masters. Mother, Daniella Nightingale. Sister, Danielle Nightingale. Brother and sister are apparently vacationing-

"In Gotham?!, Duke asked horrified.

-and Dan met Dick during a Halloween Party in Bludhaven-

"In Bludhaven?!", Steph asked appalled.

"Why was a supposedly vacationing wealthy European in Bludhaven for Halloween?", Jason asked with a frown.

"European?!", Damian asked scandalized.

-And they hit it right off. As of now, they have been dating for five months and the relationship looks to be going strong. While the records seem legitimate, something's off about them. Also the Joker turned up dead on Valentine's Day. So my verdict...sus."

There was a bout of thoughtful silence.

Then.

"Daniella, Daniel, and Danielle? What the fuck? What are they? Clones?" asked an incredulous Jason, aghast at the unoriginality.

Duke scrutinized the provided photos closely. "Whoa, this Master's guy's genes really stood no chance! They all really could be clones for real."

Steph whistled. "He ripped!"

They stared at her. She sipped her boba unrepentantly.

"What? I'm right! He ripped!"

She was indeed right. He was ripped.

Duke put the file down. "So what's the plan? Do we just follow him around till we find out what he is or something?"

"Okay so the next week Gotham's got a week long 'Joker is Dead' carnival planned-

"Another one?", Damian asked surprised.

"We deserve it", both Jason and Steph reply vehemently.

-and Dick said Dan's taking him to the fair every single day of the celebration. If everything goes according to plan, we can sneak our way into the organizers, stall owners, ride operators whatnot and do some tests to figure Daniel Nightingale out. And if he's normal trouble we prepare for the breakup meltdown. If he's a different sort of trouble we deal with it."

"We gotta be careful though". Steph obnoxiously slurped her boba. "Or else Dick will deal with us."

They all shuddered in fear. Dick Grayson could be a mean bitch when it came to revenge.

"We'll just have to execute it well. Thomas will be adequate for the job. The rest of you fools will just have to step up, especially you Drake", Damian said as he crossed his arms across his chest, nose up imperiously.

The two robins, red and regular, sneered at each other.

Jason 'hmpfed'. "Sounds good enough. If that's it I'm gonna go. I got shit to do". He stood up from his chair and stretched, a symphony of cracking sounds coming from his spine. "Shit I'm old."

"You're just gonna re-watch Pride and Prejudice 2005 again". Tim also stood up, even more concerning popping sounds coming from his spine.

"Damn right I am", said the crime lord as he ambled out of the room.

Steph also got out of her chair and started collecting her trash, Alfred would kill he if she didn't. "I'm all in on this plan Timtam! Clown's dead, Gotham's finally calmed down, I went to bed early...No way I'm letting some ripped Adonis mess with my peace and quiet no matter how mouthwateringly swole he is! And he is swole!" With that she also swept out of the room.

"I'll update Cass!", she shouted from the corridor.

Damian had already disappeared. This left Tim and Duke alone in the room. When Tim also made to leave, Duke finally managed to break through the disbelieving fugue this entire meeting had pulled him under.

"So where's the plan Tim?"

"Oh", said the sleep deprived vigilante, already halfway out the door, "I emailed it you already."

And then there was one.

Duke just stood there processing that last sentence for a long two minutes. He sighed.

"So this meeting could've been an email."

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Dick is rather adventurous in his dating life. Helen of Troy vibes.

The entire operation reveals nothing suspicious. According to all the tests known to man and bat kind, Daniel 'I prefer Dan' Nightingale is a completely normal member of the Homo sapiens species. Not even a metagene. Just generously swole.

Duke being half immortal doesn't really get his siblings' reservations against some of Dick's exes. He doesn't realize that beings like Umh'uidrritl, who was not Cthulhu's cousin but a distant relative by the way, give most people incomprehensible nightmares. He on the other hand thought that Umh'uidrritl and his pet colossal hydrothermal squid were perfectly lovely. Though he and Damian high-key root for their Yautja friend.

There is absolutely no romantic relationship between Vlad and Danny. Dan and Danielle are just little shits who just love the horrified expression that overtakes Danny's face every time he sees their IDs for vacation time. To be clear its the Vlad part that horrifies him, he rocks as Daniella. Vlad, who is reformed here, is also horrified at this. Which is why the two little shits do it. Also the DP characters are all aged up. Could be by a few years, could be by millennia. They haven't deigned to reveal that to me.

Bruce spend the entire week under Alfred's careful supervision, getting rest and relaxation. He had spa days with Clark and Diana. He slept ten hours. He felt energetic in the morning. He hummed a cheerful tune. It was disgusting. He remained blissfully unaware of his eldest son's latest romantic adventure. Good for him.

Alfred thinks Ga-va'se was a splendid young man and that Umh'uidrritl was a lovely partner. He just wishes Master Dick would stop dragging in ruffians like that ill-mannered Heira every now and then. Truly a son of Master Bruce that one. What about that wonderful demon boy from a few years ago Master Dick? Mezarel was it? Oh he was sealed away, was he? Well bat your eyelashes at that man Constantine you and Master Bruce keep around and try to get that boy back will you? Such a well mannered young devil he was!

Alfred becomes that mother-in-law that never truly accepts Dan completely, still holding out hope for Mezarel to make a comeback. I've heard harems are wonderful this time of year Master Dick. A second husband would do you some good!

Dan finds this hilarious. His family does as well. Alfred also likes Dan. They have a weird understanding.

Cass likes most of Dick's exes. Except for Heira. Everybody hates Heira. Although Duke kinda likes him but even sunshine boy has his limits.

Yes the bat-siblings are doing this only for the safety of Gotham, not to also low-key annoy their big brother at all.

Yes Dan and Dick were aware of the hi-jinks.

Yes Cass did think they should just ask Dick.

Yes Dick is aware of who and what Dan is. He met him at a supernatural Samhain gala he literally stumbled into. He just rolled with it, celebrating the end of the harvest with the decidedly non-human revelers, and not only ate the food there but also drunk flirt with Dan.

Dan said, 'You're stupid. I like that in a human' and saved him from being stolen away by some very interested entities. It was the start of a beautiful relationship. Dani sometimes calls them the 'tits and ass duo' and she's right.

Danny is just happy that Dan found someone he loves and could keep up with him. He almost felt like a proud mother at their wedding and then had an existential crisis about it.

The family does find out Dan's real identity. It was after Dick accepted his proposal and it was hilarious. Jason meets Jazz at the wedding. He thinks he got infected with Dick's redhead fetish.

Yes this is all for my Dick/Dan propaganda. I hope you're not immune.

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inkareds · 1 year

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Flirt Dick Grayson

nav // dc m.list // ko-fi ✧.* word count: 3k ✧.* genre: SFW // Fluff ✧.* warnings: nothing rly except Dick's dating history with Kori, Barbs, and Wally lmao he rly does have a type (redheads)

When you, the resident flirt of Gotham's arsenal of vigilantes, noticeably stop flirting with the only person who ever reciprocated your flirts, Nightwing. Dick realises he needed to face his feelings for you before anything worse happens.

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It has been a running joke for the longest time. Even Alfred and Bruce have gotten used to it at this point. After years of you flirting with practically everyone in your age group in the Batfamily, off and on the missions, it is almost expected.

Which was why it was so surprising when you stopped, particularly stopped with Dick Grayson. Nightwing.

“Babs, you’re looking even hotter now in that new haircut, care for a hot coffee?” You pranced in the Batcave during a rather tedious night while everyone was analysing a collection of pieces of evidence they were able to put together to hopefully take down Two Face.

Barbara only chuckled and turned around in her wheelchair to face you, “Thank you for noticing, sure, I’ll have a cup of coffee.” Right as you gave Barbara her coffee, Tim yelled out from behind you, “She gets a coffee and I don’t?!”

You sarcastically groaned before turning around and handing the overworked Red Robin his coffee, “Thre-” “Three shots of just espresso, yes. I know your order well enough at this point.

Tim silently thanked you before going back to work, only for you to reply with a low you’re welcome and a wink. All this almost felt routine to you. Being your own vigilante out on the streets, you’ve come to enjoy the playful banter and flirts that are so uniquely you. It made you even happier that the recipients, the entirety of the Batfamily, seem to enjoy them just as much.

Your little quips and playful teasings brought some light and humour into the dark and gloomy nights of Gotham City. So, you kept doing them.

A little jab at Jason’s book obsession, a small back and forth banter with Stephanie, even the rare corny jokes that somehow were able to make Cass smile. It was all worth it and you made sure everyone got a dose of it. Even Tim, who has repeatedly told you to stop, especially when your jokes get suggestive, and he gets too flustered, seems to tolerate and even humour it at times.

See, you made sure everyone got their daily dose of you. Except, the resident oldest son in the Batfamily, Dick Grayson. The original Boy Wonder. At first, it wasn’t that noticeable. It went from you complimenting his ass every other day to only chuckling at his dad jokes that annoyed everyone else.

But then it became so much more noticeable. So much so that Stephanie started wondering if there was anything wrong between the two of you. You started brushing off Dick more and more when he asked to be partnered with you during your missions. Despite the fact that you’re usually excited anytime anyone at all wants to partner with you, even if it wasn’t the most strategically well-thought-out decision. You seemed to prefer going with anyone except Dick in most cases when the strategy even slightly calls for it.

To be quite honest, Bruce would be quite content if this was where it ended. After all, he could only explain to you and Dick so many times why being together in every single mission is a bad idea, especially during the missions where it’s clear Dick is better suited to go with someone else or the opposite. But it didn’t just end there.

You would also take up more daytime shifts with Duke. Your reasoning? Since the day you started you weren’t a night-only vigilante like most of Gotham’s protectors were. So why not take more day shifts? This wouldn’t be so suspicious had you not opted out for the daytime shifts during the days Dick was working with the Batfamily. Which, mind you, wasn’t every day. He had his own duties in Bludhaven, but every time he was needed in Gotham, needed by Bruce. You avoided working with him unless absolutely necessary.

Then came the complete erasure of your dose of flirts and jabs. It was clear within the mansion that you got the most joy doing your little quips and flirtings when it was to Dick. As he would usually quip back to you with the same energy. But it was as if that entire thing was gone from you now.

Even in missions where there was some downtime, just like now, you’d avoid complimenting Dick. Not Jason, who doesn’t always react well to your statements. Not Cass who never says anything back, only chuckles or smiles. Not even Tim who groans and pretends you annoy him. But Dick, fucking, Grayson, the man who always matched your energy and would always make you laugh even more. You avoided him.

“Hey hot stuff, big bat said you needed my assistance.” You landed right in the empty spot between Jason and Dick, grinning ear to ear from under your mask at the obvious annoyance radiating off of Jason immediately after your statement. “When I said we needed help, I was expecting Cass.”

You feigned hurt as you dramatically fall to your side and leaned at Jason, “Ouch. Why would you hurt me so, my love?” your hand reached out to touch his helmet before getting swatted by Jason. A burst of laughter escaped you as you stood up straight again. All before turning to Dick and greeting him with a simple, “Hey, blue, how’s Bludhaven?”

“It’d be better with you in it.” Dick landed his signature sarcastic smirk as Jason groaned in displeasure beside you. The two men expected you to say something equally as flirtatious, as you always do. But instead, you only chuckled dryly. “I’m guessing it’s not currently infested with crime then if you’re here helping us Gothamites out.”

Jason’s brow furrowed under his helmet as he listened in to the interaction between the two of you. He was never one to be too curious about things that didn’t affect him, but this was one of his best friends acting completely out of their element. And it seems that not only Jason was caught off guard.

As Dick had to pause for a moment, letting your response sink in before clearing his throat and answering, almost awkwardly so. “Yeah, nothing too big, just petty thieves the police can deal with.”

“Good to know.” That was your only response. Plain, dry, and straight to the point. It was odd seeing you react and especially talk in that manner. No funny flirts? No banter? Nothing about how the police wouldn’t be able to handle Dick in that costume? Nothing at all???

This would be weird if it happened once, unfortunately, it became downright strange when it happened almost every time.

Long conversations between you and Dick would turn into short polite greetings. And his attempts at trying to elongate any type of interaction between you two would only be one-sided. It had seemed, to everyone in the manor that, you hated Dick Grayson. Well, to everyone except Cassandra Cain.

Dick barged into Barbara’s apartment one night after an uneventful night in Gotham and decided to vent to one of your closest mutual friends with him. “I just don’t get it, Babs. One day we were fine! Then the next they suddenly started avoiding me?? Did I do something wrong to them?”

Barbara Gordon, absolutely tired of Dick’s melodrama wheeled herself towards the window sill where Dick was perching on top of like a damn bird. “Listen, Dick, maybe they just need some time, you know? It couldn’t be something personal to them, it’s not always your fault.” She tried consoling him. Even though all she ever wanted to do right now was get back to her couch with Cass and continue watching the film Dick interrupted.

“But that’s the thing! If it is personal, then it’s personal to them AND me!” Despite the fact that Barbara made no indication of letting Dick in, the man, still fully suited, let himself in through the window. “They’re acting normal to you guys, hell did you even hear what happened during the mission yesterday? They said Tim’s tired voice was hot! Tim!!! They usually say that about me!”

Dick then collapsed on the couch in front of the one Cass was sitting on, sighing over dramatically. “I just- I want to know what I did wrong so I can apologize to them.”

“You did nothing wrong.” Cass suddenly spoke, surprising Dick. Though Barbara just sighed and made her way towards Cass, sitting beside the black-haired woman, “She’s right. Cass and I have been talking about this and I think the issue is with them, not you.” Barbara explained further.

This statement confused Dick even more, how could it be your fault? What did they even mean? “You know, for the first person trained by Bruce, you’re kind of dumb.” Barbara jested at seeing Dick’s perplexed face.

The cogs started to turn in Dick’s brain but still, it didn’t make any sense. “Grayson, how do you feel about them? Why do you care so much?” Barbara, feeling slightly less exhausted and more pity for the man who seemed like he was not getting the hint finally tried to better explain.

Dick contemplated his answer for a moment. He’s had thought about his feelings for you once before, and the conclusion then was the same as he was about to come to right now. Inconclusive. He’s fallen in love before. Kori, Barbara, hell, even Wally. All three he fucked up one way or another, all three he’s made the best of, and all three were his closest friends now. But with you, with you, it felt almost different.

With you, nothing ever felt heavy or complicated. He didn’t feel the thoughts running through his head on how he should impress you or how he could get rid of his competition. He didn’t feel butterflies or nerves whenever he was around you either. Quite the opposite actually. You made him feel light.

Lighter than feathers.

You made him feel like he was capable of flying.

And so he told all of this to Barbara and Cass. Barbara reacted by smiling, whilst Cass gave him a straight answer. “You love them.” It was then the blocks really fell into place. He felt confident, light, and happy around you because that’s the kind of love he felt right now. The kind of love that felt joyous with no burdens. The kind of pure love that no one ever realises they harbour for anyone until the direct question is asked. The kind of love that’s just absolutely perfect.

His realisation causes the entire situation to worsen. Now his heart hurt even more at the thought of you ignoring him or being mad at him. “That still doesn’t answer why they’d avoid me.” he spoke, exasperated.

“Talk to them.” That was all that Cass said, and before Dick could protest, saying he could never put you in such an awkward position, Barbara agreed with her.

She urged Dick outside and somehow gave him the strength a childhood friend could give. So, he nodded. He needed the closure anyways. Even if you told him outright that you were avoiding him because you hated him, or the like, at least he’d have an answer. A straightforward one. He just had to talk to you.

So, that is exactly what he did. Dick, at this point, knew the days you’d leave to patrol and the days when you don’t. It was just his luck that today was the day you finished patrolling early. Thankfully, Gotham wasn’t that noisy tonight, so you must’ve already been in bed, cuddled up in your blanket, scrolling mindlessly through your phone before surrendering to slumber.

He thought it was alright to just pop in for a while.

Whilst making his way from rooftop to rooftop towards your apartment, Dick rehearsed what he wanted to say over and over again in his mind. He thought about what to respond with for every one of your answers. Despite what Barbara said, it was VERY clear Dick was Bruce's first trainee, for he had the same anxiety and overthinking nature Bruce did. Something he wished he could trade for the whole world right now.

Because if he could flirt his way to getting the heart of his childhood friend, Barbara Gordon, an alien princess that towers over him, Koriand'r, and a speedster capable of rewriting time and space through speed, Wally West. Why was it so hard to just talk to you?

For once, he felt nervous to see you, yet his body would not let him turn around and flee for Bludhaven. Your very existence called out to him, and he chased after it. Even if it may lead to the end of his heart as if he was a moth and you were his very own personal flame.

Now approaching your fire escape, he stood there for a moment. Even if you were truly fire, someone to burn him to the ground after your rejection, he'd only have to rise from the ashes once more and wait until your flames would not hurt him as much.

So, with a deep inhale, he knocked on the glass. In a second, he heard you rushing inside the apartment before you slammed the window open. “Jay what took you so long?! I’ve been waiting-” That name genuinely felt like a slap to the face.

Any kind of bravery Barbara practically drilled into Dick’s head was gone when he heard you call out Jason’s name. Why were you expecting Jason? Did his brother come over to your home this late often? If so, why???

He saw you visibly tense up when you realised it was him and wondered if this was a bad idea. It was clear that something had happened between you and him to make you act this way, even if he himself didn’t know what it was. Perhaps it’d be better to leave it that way rather than confront it and make things even worse.

“Dick, hi,” you mumbled almost awkwardly. Especially after calling out to his brother, thinking it was him that was paying you a visit.

It was too late though, Dick couldn’t just back down now that you were in front of him. If he were to back down what kind of excuse could he tell you? Why would he be on your fire escape at 11 pm? It just made no sense. So he took a deep breath and finally spoke. “Hey, can we talk?”

There was a sudden air of seriousness that filled the empty space between both of you at that moment. The usual charming boyish smile on Dick’s face was the number one sign to you that he was being serious. “Yeah, uh, sure, come in.” You awkwardly shuffled away from the window to let Dick in.

It felt awkward having him in your space. As if the two of you didn’t spend hours upon hours in the past just lounging about in your apartment watching bad hallmark movies and laughing every time a cliche happens. He felt almost foreign now that you’ve made it your mission to avoid him for the last few months. It wasn’t any better for Dick, he had never felt so out of his element than at this very moment. Feeling as though he wasn’t supposed to be there.

“So,” you awkwardly started shifting your weight from one foot to the other, “What did you want to talk about?”

Dick stayed silent for a little while, “I just,” he braved himself to look at your eyes. “I just wanted to know where we went wrong.” Your eyes widened at his statement.

But your silence invited Dick to continue talking, “We used to be so close to each other and now I can’t help but feel like you’re avoiding me. I just want to know where we went wrong.” There was sincerity in his voice and you knew that.

He truly did feel like shit after your attempts of avoiding and ignoring him. Dick watched as the cogs start turning in your brain, he could only assume you were trying to formulate a response. But he wasn’t done telling you everything.

He was highly aware of how his plan may backfire, especially because there was a high chance in Dick’s mind that the reason why you were avoiding him was that you hated him. That’s why before he could take any of the negative responses he wanted you to know how he truly felt.

“I-,” he awkwardly stated, “I really like you. I want to be the reason you smile everyday and I want to always be by your side. But if you don’t feel the same way then I can understand that.” There was something awkward about accepting his rejection before he was even rejected. Despite this, he still said what he needed to say, and now he waited.

The tension in the air was palpable, you could cut it with a knife with how thick it was. Your silence was killing him. As he dropped his gaze to the ground, slowly regretting every single word that he spoke to you since his decision to confront you, he felt your soft hand touch his cheek.

His eyes, underneath the mask he forgot to take off, widened in surprise at your amused smile. Your thumb played with the edges of his mask for a moment before talking, “You dense idiot. Here I thought I was the fool.”

In pure confused fashion, Dick felt his words get stuck in his throat, so much so he didn’t know what to say. “I’ve been avoiding you because I wanted to move on from you. You idiot.”

It was then he looked at you as if you had grown fifty more heads, causing a spark of laughter to erupt from you. “Wait! Move on?! From me?! So you- you like me too?!” There was something so innocently childish with the way the puzzles connected in his head. You could only laugh and nod your head excitingly.

Once Dick finally let your words melt into his heart, he practically jumped. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner then?!?!!” He held your face in his hands as a giant smile decorated his face.

“I didn’t think you liked me that way, every time I flited with you, you’d always joke around! I thought you were just joking!!!” You stated in between your laughs. Dick could only let out an exasperated joyous bark of laughter. “I was never joking every singly time I flirted with you!”

“Well neither was I!”

It was at that moment the two of your realised what idiots both of you were. The tension then broke almost immediately, laughter and joy circled the air as the two of you lovestruck idiots realised the other’s feelings.

In the next few months, the Batfamily, including Bruce, would soon see the flirt of Gotham, you. Would soon not earn that title any longer. As your quips, flirts, and teasing would now only be directed to Bludhaven’s very own blue bird, Dick Grayson, Nightwing, and his pretty ass.

I don't really like the ending but this was already 3k words long so I didn't want to make it any longer tbh BUT HERE IT IS finally it's done I really enjoyed writing the awkward confessions cause that's what confessions are. They're always so awkward whether or not they end good or bad! Anyways, thank you so much for reading and I hope all of you have a very good day!

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #nightwing x reader #nightwing #dick grayson x you #dc comics #batfamily #nightwing x you

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lapetitechatonne · 1 year

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dp/dc ship week 2023 ideas

so, with ship week coming up i'm sure a lot of us are stumped on what ships we want to write. i know for me, i wanted to use it as an excuse to write ships i haven't gotten around to yet, or that have taken me by the throat. as the Batpham Server's Patron Saint of w|w and poly ships, i bring to you some rare pairs and ideas for ship week. these can be platonic or romantic!!!

First/Last

Jazz Fenton/Dick Grayson (Nightbirds) - you could play off how they're the first sibling, and if you want to make it angsty, how they're the last ones in their family to die.

Arranged Marriage AU

Danny Fenton/Duke Thomas (Will-o-Whisps) - Duke reads off of an artifact he found in the unused part of the manor and accidentally gives himself in marriage to the ghost king. after they figure it out, Danny decides he's pretty cute and asks him to coffee.

Holding Hands/Kiss

Dani Phantom/Lian Harper (Trick Shot) - it's hard to hold your girlfriend's hand when she makes you so nervous you turn into goo.

Soulmate AU

Valerie Gray/Kara Zor-El (Valkyrie) - for so long, when Valerie would write on her arm, no one would respond. when she decides that soulmates are a scam and she had bigger things to worry about, like keeping a roof over their heads, she finally gets a message in an unknown language.

Family/Friends

Dan Phantom/Tim Drake (Bad Ending) - with all their friends and family dead, a young Dan and Tim find themselves drawn together. with Dan's power and Tim's brain, nothing can stand in the way of this Bonnie and Clyde retelling.

Coffee Shop AU

Dani Phantom/Tim Drake (Travel Photos) - Tim didn't expect to find a girl on top of his favorite coffee shop when he snuck up to take photos of Batman and Robin. he gets her to trust him enough to go downstairs for a late-night hot chocolate and muffin.

Promise/Conflict

Jazz Fenton/Cassandra Cain (Speech Therapy) - Jazz promised Danny she would keep living after his death but she doesn't know how. Cass promised herself she'd never kill again, but if she isn't a killer what else is she? broken and conflicted, they meet each other.

Wings AU

Paulina Sanchez/Kara Zor-El (Star Struck) - Dragon!Paulina (whether she just kept some of the powers or was given the necklace by Dorathea) is flying around the midwest when she's spotted by another flying girl. naturally, they hit it off.

Secret Identity/Danger

Danny Fenton/Sam Manson/Tucker Foley/Tim Drake (Everlasting Insomniacs) - Tim is visited by a time god and given a mission to stop the catalyst of the end of the world. it starts with tutoring.

Friends to Lovers AU

Dani Phantom/Irey West (Short Circuit) - it's not abnormal to see a speedster in the Zone, in fact, you could even call it a normal occurrence. Dani's favorite visits are from a cute, sassy, redhead.

Fight/Heal

Sam Manson/Zatanna Zatara (Black Rabbit) - Zatanna didn't mess with necromancy. there were just some things magic shouldn't meddle in, and she knew that, so when the Justice League called her to interrogate a known necromancer, she's weary. Sam is at the same time exactly what Zatanna expected, and nothing like she thought. (fills the prompt because necromancy is the opposite of healing, which insinuates necromancy can heal too.)

Enemies to Lovers AU

Tucker Foley/Tim Drake (Techno Geek) - Tim is constantly trying to stop Hacktavist TooFine from breaking into the Wayne servers. it becomes something of a game, and Tim finds himself enthralled in the puzzle.

Royalty/Servitude

Jazz Fenton/Jason Todd/Roy Harper (Street Smarts) - Jason and Roy find themselves getting sacrificed by a cult to the Ghost King as his eternal servants. they weren't expecting Queen Regent Jazz to decline their offer.

No Capes AU

Danny Fenton/Clark Kent (Last Suns) - Danny always believed in aliens. it was part of the reason he became an astronaut. he never expected to actually meet one. he also never expected them to be a farmer.

this post has been such fun to make, i love a good rare pair and these prompts are killer. i won't be doing any of these, i have mine planned out already, but let me know if you'd like a sneak peek ;) or if you'd like more variations on the prompts. happy creating!!!

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incorrect-quotes-batfam-edition · 2 years

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Another Dumb Headcanons Thing

Tim is very good at dissociating. Like, alarmingly good. No I am not taking this from my church kid days why do you ask He started doing it when his parents would bring him to galas and now it’s just a habit of his to drift off when he’s bored.

Damian calls Cass ‘Cassandra’ instead of ’Cain’ because she told him that doesn’t like to be reminded of her father. (Dick is a teeny bit jealous because it took him AGES to get to first name basis)

Duke and Steph are banned from every haunted house in Gotham because of the ‘Chainsaw Incident’.

Jason went through a lot of different phases in his life, and his Spotify playlists will give you whiplash. It will go from Beethoven to Green Day to Nirvana to Olivia Rodrigo to AC/DC to Carrie Underwood because he never takes anything off his playlist.

Barbara, Roy, Wally, Kori, Artemis, Bart, and Colin all have matching t-shirts that say ‘Emotional Support Redhead’. Steph was absolutely the one that printed the shirts, but no one’s going to tell on her so it’s a mystery.

Dick and Cass are blanket hogs.

Damian will deny it long beyond his dying breath, but if Tim falls asleep at his desk he’ll put a blanket over him.

Tim hates coffee with a burning passion. He will drink it for the caffeine if he needs to, but he much prefers energy drinks.

The only literary classic that Jason has ever hated was the Odyssey, specifically the Robert Fagles translation.

Duke had a Percy Jackson phase when he was like 12. Yes he wrote fanfiction and he’s not ashamed of it.

Bruce considers Cass and Duke his ‘Good Children’, but in reality they’re just good at not getting caught.

Dick has the intelligence of Albert Einstein, the physical abilities of an gold medalist Olympic gymnast/martial artist/rock climber, and the self-preservation instincts of a wet paper bag. He lives for Truth or Dare.

Every single one of the batkids (Babs and Steph included) are blacklisted from all the DeBrands in Kansas. No one knows what happened. Most people are too scared to ask.

It cannot be proven Babs destroyed any and all evidence but to this day Steph swears on her life that she once stole the Declaration of Independence because ‘Duke dared me to and Damian said I couldn’t do it so I absolutely had to’.

Bernard believes with all his heart that Clark Kent is Batman. Tim finds this hilarious. Bruce wants to slam his head into a wall.

#dick grayson #barbara gordon #jason todd #duke thomas #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #damian wayne #bruce wayne #bruce is a tired dad #Bruce Wayne’s dumbass kids #batfamily #batfam

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kiseiakhun · 4 years

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Do you think Batfam and DC forget Jason has a large base of skills and connections? Do they forget he’s a crime lord? Tim is just trying to decode a conversation, failing and Jason walts in, cracking what wasn’t cracked for 3 weeks? They’re in Russia fighting and suddenly this giant bear of a man named Ivan wipes their problems out, knowing Jason?? They’re in trouble in a bar fight and he makes a bomb with a bottle, whiskey and a lighter in under 2 minutes?? I’m being robbed of content what—

I know that red hood and the whatever (outlaws? outlaws v2? smol child baby? redheads? daddy issues?) is like, ongoing, and will still continue after Lobdell leaves, but in my personal canon Jason just dropped off the face of comics after issue 30 or whatever and his only appearances now are cameos in other books. He waltzes in and solves a case for yj, and he and Tim have a bewildering conversation about how Jason doesn’t owe him anymore for that time in Belarus. Damian sneaks into a bar and Jason appears just when things start getting tense, only to pick him up by the scruff like an angry little kitten and drop him back outside. Cass and Duke come across someone speaking German that they need info from, and they’re like ? and the next scene cuts to Jason and the girl laughing and ribbing each other while they’re sitting on the side, looking confused and disgruntled. Dick chases someone into Russia and he literally runs into Jason and they start shouting at each other. Not in an angry way, in a WHAT THE FUCK, NO YOU TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK, I ASKED FIRST! FUCK YOU! way. Every couple issues he drops in on Batman and Detective comics just to give Bruce the middle finger and make fart noises. When Alfred inevitably rises from the grave as a sexy leather-clad gun-toting zombie, he and Jason finally get their own book. It’s called Red Hood and the Butler. The world sees that Alfred is sexy, and I will be vindicated.

#batfam #jason todd #boarcide #asks

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ectonurites · 3 years

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Dick should be like 27/28 by now iirc, Jason should be like 20/21, Tim should definitely be 18/19, and Damian can stay baby (13). And on the Batgirl side, I have no idea how old Cassandra is supposed to be but I usually see her get placed somewhere around Jason and Tim, Stephanie is canonically a year older than Tim so she should be 19/20 by now, and Barbara. I have no freaking clue how old Barbara should be or is even supposed to be rn tbh. We joke about Tim’s aging being messed up and him being eternally young but tbh he’s got nothing on Barbara, who’s been gradually and consistently de-aged so much over the years! Iirc, originally she was closer to Bruce’s age than Dick’s! Then she got younger, a few years older than Dick, and then younger, and then younger, until now most recently they’ve been shown having gone to school at the same time! It’s irritating on a sexist level, and on a comics consistency level!

Yeah logistically those things would make sense but from canon right now it’s in general super hard to tell. It really feels like dc just throws darts at a board when deciding how old these guys are sometimes

We know Dick is at least mid-twenties from a Nightwing rebirth era comic from before he got shot and became Ric

as long as Jason was 9 or older when taken in by Bruce he’s at least 21 as of Red Hood #51 for the math to work out on when he left his old apartment for his friend to watch over 12 years ago

Tim’s last confirmed on panel age was said to be 16 still during early Rebirth but its also been referenced in YJ 2019 #19 that their adventure had them gone for two years so he’s possibly closer to 18 now?

Duke I believe was said to be 16 back during We Are Robin and I don’t think there’s been any reference to him aging since

Then Damian’s in that approximately 13 age range but someone said his solo is aging him to 14 and I haven’t looked into the validity of that yet but also wouldn’t be terribly surprised

For Cass there’s references during Rebirth to her being a teenager (like during the Batwoman trial thing in Detective Comics Babs mentioned her being a teen) but I’m not really sure since then and it didn’t get specific with what age of teen, but she’s often treated as being around the same age as Tim & Steph

Steph I genuinely can not recall off the top of my head if they have even said her age at all since reintroducing her. but like I think it’s generally assumed she’s Tim’s age or that the ‘one year older than him’ thing from pre New 52 carried over

Then Babs interestingly enough we can pretty safely assume falls somewhere near/in the ‘28-35’ age range right now, because at the end of her most recent Batgirl solo her own brother (James Gordon Jr) who absolutely knows how old she is was killing redheads who had Babs’ general look and description and dressing them up as Batgirl

(Batgirl (2016) #49)

But yeah in general DC’s handling of all this is just such a mess and trying to gauge their ages is almost always including a lot of guesswork

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slippinmickeys · 4 years

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Currahee

Her bathroom smells of verbena and linen with a very slight hint of mildew underlying all, about which she cannot bring herself to care. She used to light candles and listen to music when she bathed, but those days are past. The tub thunders to full behind her, adding a tidal brine to the air.

Mulder’s bathroom smells like toothpaste and Pert, and has a red rubber duckie with devil horns perched on the back of the toilet. She looks at it whenever she is in there, wonders if it ever floats with him in the tub. She has considered getting him an angelic duckie to balance the space, to tip the scales of his life a bit more towards the light.

Earlier in the day, she had stumbled while writing the word “success” in a report. No matter how many times spell check ran clean, the word did not look right on the screen. She’s reminded of that off-putting moment as she stares at her own reflection, dark smudges under her eyes and her fingers bare, loneliness writ large.

The temperature of the water in the tub behind her is almost volcanic, a light steam rising from it in the cool air of the bathroom. She gives herself one more look in the mirror before she steps into it.

She knows she is pretty, she isn’t so humble that she won’t admit it. But she is also short, dissentient—a redheaded iconoclast in a world populated by leggy brunettes easily impressed by Mulder’s handsome nous. She’s been making a fool of herself over him for years and she isn’t even his type.

She sinks her head under the water of the bath in fit of petulant ennui.

She wonders if she appears as spinsterish as she feels, if the checkout clerk views her meager dinner-for-one groceries and thinks how sad. Mulder may be ever present in every other stratum of her life, but her cupboards are all Dana Scully; slight, a little wanting, there but for her.

She shaves her legs with precision and care--as she approaches all things--but wonders what for, exactly. It is March, the month after her birth, and still pretty cold--she will likely not be wearing skirts. She supposes she shaves for herself.

After 30 minutes, the water begins to cool, the wind outside the bathroom window pushing branches into it, a dull clawing sound in the humid air. There is a spot of shaving foam drifting dreamily along the surface of the water and it finally glides into the top of her knee, clinging there.

Sometimes she thinks of her heart as a Christmas tree. At one point it had been bright, cheerful, full of hope and spirit. But time had worn it down, turned it brittle. She was afraid if she were to let someone touch it, it would fall to pieces in their hands.

She finally drains the bath and steps out, feeling slippery and oversaturated. Her bones feel like they weigh twice what they did when she got in.

XxXxXxXxXxX

He thinks of the gold-plated records on Voyager, afield in the endless vacuum of space, a blueprint of life on earth. It passed beyond the orbit of Pluto in 1990. It will be 40,000 years before it even approaches another planetary system. It is the culmination of humanity, and no bigger than a small car.

If you packed everything that mattered from his life into a vessel, it would be five feet and two inches of clomping skepticism, with a face that could send men to war and a sheath of carrot hair.

She wielded knives that sliced flesh from bone and dipped her head when she received a compliment. He’d long ago memorized the way her lips looked when she said his name.

As if the universe were listening to his thoughts, came, “Mulder.”

He shook his head from where he stood in the doorway of the morgue, and looked to her.

She pulled her mask down off her face and removed her protective goggles. She looked tired, worn out. She shook her head at him.

“Nothing,” she said, “absolutely no trace evidence whatsoever.”

He believed her. If there had been anything there, she would have found it.

He moved into the room and stood next to her, looking at the body, neatly sewn back up; her sutures straight and tidy--one last act of respect she could pay the dead.

He sighed, leaned on the cold examination table and then thought better of it, absently wiping his hands on the outside of his coat. She made a move to go around him.

“Excuse me,” she said, not impatiently, and he tried to get out of the way but bumped into her when she passed.

Mulder felt like a giant next to her, with his clomping feet and hulking frame. He was all elbows and knees and felt like he was taking up all the oxygen in the room.

A clutch of something like guilt squeezed his heart. Like sorrow.

You weren’t supposed to fall in love with your partner. She was out of bounds, forbidden fruit, impermissible. She wasn’t supposed to become so big a part of your life that you needed her like air.

Scully was scrupulous, a rule-follower—not like Mulder, the rebel in the basement. She always went the speed limit and picked up litter. She’d pulled his ass out of the fire more times than he could count. You weren’t supposed to fall in love with your partner, and Scully always followed the rules.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, and she nodded, snapped off the latex.

XxXxXxXxXxX

Something compelled her out into the world that evening after she’d gotten home and showered the morgue off of her.

Once out of her front door, she was hit with the sweet smell of spring--daffodils coming to life in window boxes, chattering squirrels peeking out of trees. She felt a call to the river.

Georgetown didn’t have a Metro stop, so she got in her car, let it pull her toward the Potomac. Once across, she was in Virginia, and it was enough to know that he was there, too.

Past National Airport, she pulled into a parking lot filled with trucks and SUVs attached to empty boat trailers. There were sailboats bobbing in the inlet, people jogging, pushing strollers, rollerblading down the Mount Vernon trail. She joined them and walked and walked.

She found herself in Alexandria and let the pull of him carry her into the city. She stopped for dinner and a glass of wine on Duke Street, and she allowed herself to relax, sink into the chair, watch the people walking past just to see them--something she had not done in years. She saw a woman who looked like Melissa and remembered why.

She thought of her sister; of this world, but not in it, living on only in memory, in the hint of perfume on an old sweater, in the auburn curls of a stranger walking by.

After dinner, she went looking for quiet and found it in a cemetery nearby, some of the graves there older than the country itself. She sat on a bench as the sun went down. Despite the dusk, all around her, the city was coming to life. DC was shaking off its torpor and she felt like she was coming out of hibernation, herself. There was a moment where she thought of all the people who have ever lived—and died—were ever underfoot. The space above the ground is for the living, and she needed to start doing more of it.

She turned toward Hegal Place.

XxXxXxXxXxX

He was thinking about her, as he laid on his couch, unable to sleep. He was usually thinking about her.

A quick one-two knock came at his door, and when he opened it, she was there, as if thought could call a person across space and time.

“Scully,” he said with surprise, and opened the door wider. “Come in.”

“It’s late,” she said, as if she wasn’t the one that walked all the way to his apartment at 11:00pm.

“Come in,” he said, again.

XxXxXxXxXxX

She ducked under his arm, into the dark enclave of his apartment. It smelled like leather and fish tank and him.

She plopped on the couch, kicked off her shoes. The leather was still warm from his body heat.

“Everything all right?” he asked, lowering himself onto the other end of the couch.

She gave him a long look, considering.

“I don’t know,” she said, “is it?”

He stayed quiet, waiting for her to elaborate.

“Mulder, are you happy?” she asked him.

He raised a shoulder. “Sure,” he said.

“I believe you’re content,” she said, “but are you happy?”

“Are you?”

“No.”

He sighed, leaned back. She knew he took it as a personal affront.

“You want out,” he said.

“No,” she said, “that’s not what I’m saying at all.”

“What are you saying?”

She closed her eyes. She wasn’t even sure if she knew.

“I want… “ she started, looked at him, “I want more than a career. I want to live.”

She looked to his hands in his lap, at the finger the terrorists broke, his left pinkie, noticed how the knuckles in it were bigger and knobbier with calcified healing. Right next to his ring finger, she thought.

“Is that… do you…” he struggled, but at least he was trying to understand, she thought. “Does that mean you want to go skydiving or something?”

Her head fell back against the back of the couch. Why were they like this?

“I want a life, Mulder,” she said, “I want someone to come home to.”

“I understand,” he said, and she saw something pass over his face. “I want that for you, too.”

To hell with it.

“For God’s sake, Mulder, I want you.”

Contrary to her every expectation, Mulder stood from the couch and walked out of the room without a word.

Oddly, it didn’t bother or scare her. She wondered if he were trying to compose himself so he could let her down gently? Either way, she was no longer afraid.

After about a minute, she stood and went to look for him. He was not in the kitchen, nor his bedroom.

“Scully,” her name from behind her, close behind her, startled her, awoke something low in her belly. His whisper sounded like the night.

“Mulder,” she said, sharp and quick, and she was about to turn toward him when he stopped her--stepped right into her, his chest into her back. She could feel his breath puffing into her hair.

XxXxXxXxXxX

He tumbled into his bathroom and drew a deep breath. He tried to think of a way to give her an out. Deep down, he knew that a part of him was convinced that his love was a weapon that could only hurt people, but he is selfish and so far he has always been able to save her.

If she wanted him--wanted this, he was powerless to deny her.

She was standing in the doorway of his bedroom, doubtless looking for where he’d disappeared to. He approached her on silent feet. Whispered her name.

He startled her, he could tell, so he stepped up close, could feel her sharp intake of breath. After a moment, she turned to him, but didn’t step back. She looked up, a question in her eyes.

“Do you know the story of the 101st Airborne?” his voice was less than a whisper.

She quirked a grin. He knew she would.

He reached out and grabbed her face with both hands, ran his lips over hers, softer than butterfly wings. Rested his forehead against hers.

“Geronimo,” he said.

She gave a small laugh and he thought he could hear the shadow of relief in it.

Her hair shone like an old penny in the dusky glow of the street lamps outside his window.

She nodded at him, he nodded back.

Slowly, so slowly, he lowered his face until his lips met hers and pressed into them. She pressed back. Give, take. Everything they had ever been to each other and everything they ever would.

Geronimo.

#the x-files #fanfic #msr #my fic

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herstarburststories · 4 years

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Batfam Headcanon: Pregnancy

✾ Request: Can I request a batfam headcanon? Batboys reactions when Kory says she’s pregnant of Mar’i. Btw love you page💕

✾ A/N: You teased me about dickkory, now you got a bible. That’s how it goes. Also, added Babs, Alfred and Bruce as bonus. And I’m glad you enjoy my work! Ps: I barely know Duke, tha’s why he doesn’t show up here.

✾ Disclaimer: Main relationship is Dick Grayson x Koriand’r. Mentions of Tim x Steph and Tim x Kon (kind of?). Check my Fandoms’ liist to see which Ships I’ll write for.

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Dick Grayson

I'm gonna use unpublished Nightwing #30 here: he and Kory had sex when he was getting ready for the agente stuff.

Once Agent 37 is off the deal, they end up finding each other again. A bit before Dick gets shoot.

And then, as usually it is between the acrobat and the alien princess, they do it again.

Over and over again.

She gets pregnant and finds out by the time Dick is amnesic.

Don't @ me DC would do that.

Kory flies towards Bludhaven & talks to him. It's not exactly successful. As he had said to Babs before, he didn't want his memories back. Ric was happy without Dick's conscience.

But Starfire isn't asking for her; it's about him, of course. He should be himself, he worked very hard through years to become who he truly was. But mostly, she begged him to come back because of a new addition to their lives.

Pregnant alien!!

At first, Ric Grayson doesn't believe it. Actually, part of him is aware that's true, he can feel it in the change inside his heart when he saw her; something similar to shame and adoration and excitement at once. Kory moved, talked, and seemed like someone he could love, be completely crazy about.

But he wasn't a father!

Koriand'r leaves, and Grayson is by himself again. Without his Gotham or Titans affiliates.

And, for the first time, there is no comfort in that.

He could tell she wasn't lying. Even though a part of his treacherous new mind tried to convince him otherwise.

Grayson's mind didn't know any gorgeous alien, let alone a pregnant with his child alien.

Yet, Dick felt like he had her in his veins. Just like he did with Bruce, Damian, Barbara, Donna, and the others. Tickles behind his skin, a red alarm for a memory that was long lost. But the sensation of keeping it somewhere remained inside him.

Although, when it came to the redhead princess, the warmth inside him was more intense.

Dick was going to be a father. He didn't even know his whole self and would be needed to take care of someone else. Someone small, part of him, and the legacy of the Flying Grayson's. Besides, he didn't even actually remember the mother of his kid.

didn't even remember making the kid.

He calls Bruce. Telling him to bring the antidote that Barbara was keeping if he wanted his memories back.

Not for him, not because it was the right thing, not because of everyone who claimed to love him cried for Dick to do that. Not even because of familiar senses holding into him every time he interacted with someone from his past.

But because he was going to be a father.

This decision was for his child.

When Bruce, Babs, and Damian ask why, he doesn't answer.

He remembers now, and he needs to find Kory.

It's scary, exciting, and the biggest surprise she ever gave to him-- even more scandalous than the day she fell on earth and kissed him.

A dad! He would be a dad!

Jason Todd

It all started off as an unusual ordinary day;

Roy got himself in trouble, Jason went to help him and the little problem became a bigger situation. Roy called Kory and a few minutes later, the situation was replaced by dust and fire smell. No one died, but it was enough to make the villains leave.

In the middle of ''What the fuck they wanted?" & "Who were they?" wonders, the original Outlaws heard a familiar motorcycle's noise which made Jason huff, Roy arch eyebrows and Kory confused.

Dick Grayson was there.

He was hysterical, blue eyes flaming with worry and relief towards Kory. Between their couple discussion and the others attempt to understand what was going on

Were they back together? Did dick know about the outlaws' way and was sticking his nose where it didn't belong? Did the titans need kory urgently?

Until 'pregnant' left Dick's lips, being followed by Kory's chaotic scream of "Just because I am pregnant, it does not mean I can not fight!"

Roy just had to get closer to them and explain that it would make no good to go through stressful situations, especially if he got it right.

A deep breath would be taken, and then Dick would apologize to Kory, saying he was just really scared for both of them. She'd look at her Outlaw friends and curve the corner of her lips-- that Kory smile that translate into 'I've seen hell and chose to use its flames to warm up the cold places of my heart.'

‘’Jason, Roy. . . I am expecting a baby.’’

Meanwhile, Jason was taking off his helmet and glaring at his friends with a perplexed look on his face. Also, a slightly desire of punching Dick. Last time he had heard of their relationship, it was about both of them avoiding each other, his older brother telling him to take care of Kory and Jason calling Dick an idiot. Yeah, he had to have a chat with him later.

For now, Roy was pulling him and Kory into a group hug.

Almost felt like their old times together.

Roy: Outlaw baby!! / Dick: Excuse me?

Tim Drake

Okay, okay. First of all, he wasn't planning on seeing any member of his family for a quite while. Not that Tim didn't want to, he was just really running out of time. Being Young Justice's leader was a full time job, and he wanted to be excellent at it.

But things don't always pass by as they were settle to. Therefore, when a disaster happens and Conner, of all people, gets hurt, Tim is in a delicate state of mind.

Drake is smart. He knows it isn't just about Conner. It's all the small things he's been keeping since Gotham.

Not enough sleep, but a certain amount of coffee to make his hands shake when it's late enough for the sun to come out weakly. His relationship with Steph is growing with disagreements from both lives; heroic and urban. His best friend is hurt because he analyzed too much a situation instead of telling his team what to do, so they made their independent choices. A dumb mistake, the kind that Batman would be disappointed of. Tim himself was biting his own neck about it. How could he be a leader? He should be better than that.

And then, he made a call. Because of all things he might be and might not be, he wasn't Batman.

Tim had friends, and a brother that would know what he was going through.

And he knew how to ask for help sometimes.

Dick comes by as fast as possible. They go to the roof and talk it out.

"Remember that they aren't just your team, Tim," He would say, a tranquil smile on his face. It's so similar to how he explained his relationship with the Titans when Drake was still Robin years ago. "They are your family. It's impossible for you not to be affected when they get hurt or something goes wrong. But they are alive. They still trust you. They believe, and need you. You need to give yourself some credit, and do your best for them."

OF COURSE Tim is stubborn about that because Dick is Dick and he basically grew with the Titans, it wasn't the same thing. He didn't have his older brother's skills to command, communicate, etc.

It was scary.

"Yet, Tim, a lot of things are scary. But you have to keep going. For who needs saving. For yourself. For the people you love."

His tone is too sentimental, even for Dick's big brother moments.

"You need to find something to fight for. That's how you keep going, even when you make mistakes. Good news, you already have it. "

Tim: Yeah, I think so. . . You came back to the Titans? I still have access to the computers.

Dick: Yeah, no. Kind if. It's complicated.

Tim: "Complicated? Like. . . Alien kind of complication?"

Dick: "You should know about that, huh?"

BLUSHING, STUTTERING TIM. Cutting it because I already mentioned Steph, but I couldn't miss this opportunity ok.

Dick just laughs about it.

"Starfire isn't complicated, but yeah. We are still deciding if we will keep in the Titans or if we are going to Bludhaven for now."

"It sounds serious, even permanent."

"As permanent as a baby can be."

HHSHHSUSJJSIUSIE

BABY?

IS SHE PREGNANT??

Yeah, Tim was pretty wake, and shaking, and his brain felt like burning right now.

OH MY-- DICK

He was going to be a FATHER.

"YOU ARE GONNA BE A PARENT!"

But then, Dick was the older one and the best with kids.

"WAIT, SHE WILL BE HALF ALIEN. An hybrid. In nature, two different but similar species can procreate, but their kid can't have kids. Do you think--"

"Tim, calm down. Can you at least give me congratulations before talking about my unborn child's probable infertility?"

Damian Wayne

He knew Kory and Dick had been seeing each other again.

Therefore, making one of them notice his presence before showing up was necessary.

He didn't want to accidentally see profanity between his brother figure and his team's current leader, thank you.

After an obvious noise, he got in Dick's apartment.

As expected, Starfire was there.

She was standing up, and Grayson and looking at her tearful, while holding her belly.

It wasn't possible.

Grayson wouldn't be that irresponsible, would he?

Of course he would.

" So, I supposed Starfire either has a deadly bellyache, or you two are procreating. "

He is mildly fearing that Dick won't have much time for him, but that's a matter for another time.

BONUS!

Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth

Dick visits the manor with Kory someday.

He had to give the news or Batman would end up knowing anyway.

Honestly, it wasn't about that. He actually wanted to tell Bruce about his baby.

Alfred was there when they exchanged greetings, politely as usual.

‘'We are having a baby.'’

Listen, Bruce knows how to keep his emotions under his skin, but his eldest son being a father?

This must be the most real expression he has showed in years, and it's full of emotions; he is content, and surprised, and worried.

Some would say that Alfred was tearfully, but kept his posture. Master Bruce really made it. Obstacles, of course, even more than necessary at times. Yet, he was going to be a grandfather, and master Dick was becoming a father.

Gotham had a sunny day for once.

Barbara Gordon

If it's not Kory and Babs' baby, she will be aunt Babs

Something happens, help becomes needed.

Nightwing shows up in the middle of the combat, he was in Gotham to talk to Bruce & Alfred & Damian, anyway.

Batman dispersed him, though.

And Batgirl was confused by Batman's choice, especially after listening to his explanation:

"Nightwing, this is more dangerous than our usual job. I will take Robin and Batgirl. You have more urgent thinks to be taken care of. "

The dynamic duo leaves and there is just two long time friends.

It doesn't take a half second for Barbara to notice Dick hiding something.

Sigh, sigh, sigh.

"All right, Dick Grayson. What did you do?"

"Apparently, a baby."

????????????

"He has been ditching me since he learned about Kory's pregnancy."

"KORY'S WHAT!?"

"You didn't even tell me you two were back together!"

"You lost your virginity to an attractive alien and now she is pregnant with your child. That is. . . Surprising."

"I am really happy for you, Dick."

"Thank you, Babs. . . You know what? Maybe it's time to actually introduce you to Kory."

Communicator ringing.

"After I take care of something. Go home, dad."

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Hiiiiii I'm new!!!!! Could you please explain who's who? Who's in the Bat Family, and their backstories please?! ❤️❤️

For this I’ve only done Bruce’s actual like genuinely adopted family (and Alfred) because it was getting really long!! Let me know If you want to hear about the rest and I’ll either make another post or reblog this one and add onto it. I tried my best lol!!

Alfred Pennyworth - Bruce’s batler and kind-of-dad rolled into one, tired, old man who just wants his family to be safe. The best baker, cook and costume creator of the group, absolutely no one can touch him or I Will Cry. Used to be in Her Majesty’s Secret Service before moving to America, so he can kick some ass - I’ve heard different code names for him, the most popular being Agent A or Penny-One, both very good at keeping secret identities secret. 👨‍🦳 /10

Bruce Wayne - This one should be obvs, he’s Batsy. Son of Martha and Thomas Wayne, he was orphaned when they were shot in an alley on their way home one night. He’s also a multi-billionaire due to his company Wayne industries, which you never hear anything about bc all he does is run around dressed in his fursona costume and punch people. Emotionally constipated, but he does love his kids a lot, even if he doesn’t show it. He’s 80 years old this year (2019), what an old man. Get some therapy. Around 40-45? 🦇/10

Dick Grayson - The original Boy Wonder/Robin. An absolutely feral child, and a slightly calmer adult. Was probably responsible for Batcomputer, Batmobile, Batarang, and many others due to his Holy Puns Batman! Born and raised in a circus as a trapeze artist/acrobat until his parents fell and died at any age between 8-12; it changes regularly. After this, he was taken in by Bruce and destroyed every chandelier he had by swinging off of it. When he’d outgrown Robin, he became Nightwing, a name he got from the Kryptonian legend and moved to Bludhaven (Gotham’s little sister city). He’s known as the funny one in the family, but in any other group, he’s the serious one so take that as u will lol. He’s the Robin you’ll see in pretty much any show about DC that has sidekicks in. Has a temper, don’t let fanon fool u. Was also Batman when Bruce died for a little bit before he was found again. Also “””””died”””””” for a bit, worked as a secret agent, back now. Absolutely amazing appalling sense in fashion. Around 24-27? 🕺/10

Cassandra Cain- Daughter of two of the best assassins in the world, and was raised to be a human weapon until she ran after her first assassination at age 8 and lived on the streets until 17 where she became one of Oracle’s agents, and later Bruce took her in and adopted her too. Due to her father’s training, she’s unable to speak with words well, and instead can read peoples body language and movement, often uses sign language to speak instead if the writer’s not a coward. She’s highly skilled in many different ways and is also my fucking child, I love her a lot. She went by Batgirl for a bit, before going by the code name Black Bat. Sometimes Orphan is used but I’m not sure why or in what comics. The cool one. She’s around Jason’s age, maybe younger, probably older. 🥰/10

Jason Todd - The second Robin, now Red Hood. Died angry, came back wrathful. Jason was living in Crime Alley, one of the dingiest places in Gotham, which is where he saw the Batmobile one day, and just decided to rob the wheels. Right there and then. Not only that but when Bruce caught him doing it, he started smacking him with a tire iron. He’s the passionate one, to say the least. Anyway, Bruce saw this kid robbing him and he was like ‘I have to have him’. So he did. For about 3 years maybe, then he died. Bc, he ran off, and the Joker killed him in a warehouse oop-. Anyway, he came back maybe a few years later to find another Robin in his place, and the clown who killed him still kicking, so he went on a murderous rampage, taking the mantle of Red Hood until he calmed down a bit. Now he’s like that angry brother u only see on holidays because Alfred makes him. Under all that anger he’s a sweetheart though, and I’m pretty sure he loves Classical Lit. Sometimes runs around with a group called the Outlaws, members changing regularly, but you have to be a redhead. Bizarro is the exception bc u can’t say no to him. Around 21? 😠/10

Tim Drake- Tim was the son of Bruce’s next-door neighbours, Jake and Janet Drake, often depicted as assholes, bc they literally just leave their kid to go do whatever they want ig????? Anyway, Timmy was like super smart, and when he was young, managed to figure out who Batman and Robin were bc he stalked them and took pictures of them every night. Sneaky. Then Jason died, Bats was like all sad and shit and wasn’t coping well so Tim just knocked on his door and was like ‘Yeah okay make me Robin’, and after maybe the 10th attempt, Bruce did. Anyway, his parents died somehow (the ‘how’ varies) and Bruce was like, yeah okay I’ll have another one. Tim’s a master hacker and he’s all-around baby, mainly bc he doesn’t fucking sleep. Was Dick’s first Robin when he was Batman, before Damian came along and got Robin instead, so he named himself Red Robin because he’s creative and petty like that. Not that I wouldn’t be tbf. Went off to find Bruce when he “died” bc he didn’t believe he was dead, and he wasn’t so like? Anyway, he changed his name to Drake recently, which is stupid so just ignore that. Needs to stop drinking coffee. Around 17? 🐉/10

Damian Wayne-Such a precious little shit. Blood son of Bruce Wayne and the assassin, Talia Ah Ghul, daughter of one of Bruce’s frenemies. He was trained all the way through his childhood to be the perfect sidekick for Bruce, so some of the things he was taught fucked him up a wee bit, but he’s slowly learning that not everything has to be difficult and he is allowed to have fun sometimes. In his eyes for a while, he was Bruce’s only son, because he was the only blood related one. Soon got told to shut up and shown that that wasn’t true. Now secretly loves his family but would die before admitting it. A baby. Became Dick’s Robin after Tim and they ended up being really close and I love them a lot. Absolutely adores animals, and adopts every animal he sees. Just like his father does with kids. Around 13. 🐈/10

The others are Kate Kane, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon and Selina Kyle. A villains list would be quite fun actually too!

Second Post! - Rest of the vigilantes

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