Love in the Air - Dick Grayson x Reader
Requested by Anon - Hi there! Do you think you could please do a dick Grayson x f!reader where it’s the first time someone has ever given her Valentine’s Day gifts and he goes all out and asks her to be his valentine? Thank you!
Author’s Note - This is very late and took off into something else...sorry.
***
“Wait a minute, you’ve never celebrated Valentine’s Day?!” Steph shouted from across the living room. Dick sat up straighter. He glanced over from his spot at the chessboard. Tim was soundly beating him, so Dick welcomed any distraction. It was just a perk that it was about you.
“It wasn’t a big deal where I grew up,” you said, taking a sip from your mug. You and Barbara were sitting on the couch while Steph and Cass sat on the floor. Bruce invited everyone over for a family dinner. Dick had been surprised to see you, but he expected Barbara had invited you. “I don’t really see the appeal anyway.”
Steph’s jaw hung open. “Your turn, Dick,” Tim said, smirking slightly. Dick sighed, focusing back on the game only to move a pawn to another dead end. Tim’s smirk got wider at the sight.
“Just end me swiftly,” Dick chuckled, turning to focus back on you.
“Funny that you haven’t celebrated. Didn’t you date Wally West in high school? He didn’t do anything for Valentine’s Day?” Barbara laughed, leaning back in her chair.
Dick blushed. He remembered the jealousy at seeing you with Wally. One of his best kept secrets was how he was happy when you two broke up.
“No, he’s fast, but slow brained.” You shook your head. “He always forgot, but I didn’t really care. Besides, he always remembered my birthday. Still does actually.” You laughed. “He brings me flowers.”
Dick frowned, the jealousy crawled up inside him again. Tim nudged Dick’s arm. “Checkmate.”
“You’re too smart for me, Timmy.” Dick sighed, smiling when Tim flinched at the praise.
Tim blushed, waving his hand. “You’re distracted.” He looked at you then back at Dick. Now it was Dick’s turn to blush.
“Quiet down.” Dick swallowed hard before looking back at you. Luckily, the girls were too into their conversation to notice.
“I’m going to get more tea. Anyone want refills?” You offered, getting to your feet.
Dick got to his feet. “Me.” He smiled, handing you his cup. You smiled back at him before leaving the room.
Steph scoffed. “Okay, I got what you wanted.” She stretched her arms.
Dick raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t have to be so direct.” He quickly looked back at the door. “Lower your voice.”
“In all fairness, you stand a chance. (Y/N) has told me in confidence that she thinks you’re hot,” Barbara said, laughing when Dick’s jaw dropped.
“Not so loud.” Dick ran a hand through his hair. His heart fluttered. You thought he was hot? A smirk pulled at his lips. “Did she really say that?”
Barbara nodded. Cass stood up and helped Tim clean up the chessboard. “What about Wally West? Are you worried about him?” Cass asked softly, studying Dick carefully. “You are jealous of him.”
Dick pursed his lips. “I’m not worried.” He chuckled half heartedly, looking at the door again. “They broke up years ago. They’re just friends.” Dick tensed at Cass’ unconvinced look. “Don’t look at me like that. They’re not a thing.”
Cass hummed before starting another game with Tim. Dick sighed. You came back in. “Here you go,” you said, handing Dick his cup.
Dick grinned. “Thank you.” He saw a charm bracelet on your wrist. “When did you get that?”
“Oh.” You turned your wrist to let him get a better look. “I’ve had this since I was little. My parents gave me charms for every milestone. I buy myself one from time to time too.” You shrugged. “I don’t wear it unless I know I’m not going to have to be (Y/S/N).”
Dick touched a charm of a vial. “What’s this one from?”
“Oh Wally gave me that.” You laughed. “After taking me to my first science fair.”
Dick’s heart dropped to his feet. “Aww.” He back away, sipping his tea. “That’s cool.”
You tilted your head before moving to sit back down with Barbara. Barbara got you into conversation, distracting you helpfully. Dick swallowed hard. Steph stood up, casually walking over to Dick.
“Just talk to Wally to ease your doubts. I noticed she has a lot of room on that bracelet and never celebrated a Valentine’s Day,” she whispered softly, bumping him with her hip. “Just go for it. Otherwise, why did you pay me to get you info?”
Dick snorted. He sipped his tea, listening in on your conversation while watching Cass destroy Tim at chess. “Who says I was going to pay you?” He laughed when Steph gasped, slapping his arm before going on a rant about his trickery.
***
Dick relaxed in his living room. He checked his phone, frowning at the time. “Wow, a minute late...a new record,” he said to himself. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the apartment.
“I’m not late. Your phone is fast.” Wally appeared next to Dick with a case of beer and three bags of fast food. “Honestly, I got caught up with a hit and run I found on the way here.” He flopped onto the couch with a groan.
“I have four pizzas in the oven, man. You didn’t have to bring food.” Dick laughed as Wally dug into the food. He paused long enough to hand Dick a beer.
“Hey, this is my appetizer.” Wally grinned with his mouth full.
Dick shook his head, rolling his eyes. He opened his beer and took a long sip. It was cheap beer, then again Wally couldn’t afford much with his appetite. Dick reminded himself to slip some money into Wally’s bank account again. Another “tax refund”.
“So how is everything?” Dick smiled, waiting for Wally to take a breath.
“Good. Busy as usual. You?” Wally slowed down, munching on a fry. “How’s the dating scene?”
Dick swallowed past the lump that formed in his throat. “Well, I kinda wanted to talk to you about that.”
Wally’s eyes widened, dropping his fry. “Dude, I love you, but not that way.” He blushed as red as his hair.
“What?” Dick choked. He almost dropped his beer. “No! I’m not asking you out, Walls. You forget I have seen you eat.”
Wally scoffed. “Rude. I’m a catch.” He looked down at his fallen fry before reaching down to pick it up and eat it.
Dick wrinkled his nose, guffawing. “Right, a catch. You nerd.” He shoved at Wally’s arm. Wally chuckled himself. “I can’t believe you were able to date (Y/N) for two years.”
“In high school.” Wally took out another burger. “I don’t think that counts as an achievement.”
“She talks about you a lot.” Dick ran a hand over his face. Part of him was losing his nerve. Could he survive being the reason you and Wally got back together? His chest wanted to burst at the thought.
Wally stopped, mouth open with burger halfway in. He looked at Dick carefully before setting his burger down. “Are you acting on your crush on (Y/N) finally? Dude, it’s been years.”
Dick’s heart skipped a beat. “What?! You knew?!”
“Dick, I’m your best friend.” Wally rolled his eyes, leaning back with his hands behind his head. “Come on. I knew you liked (Y/N) from the start, but I liked her too.” Wally pursed his lips. “But after we broke up, I thought you would make your move, but I guess you were too into Kori at the time.”
Dick bit his lip, looking out the window at the skyline. It was quiet for mid afternoon. “I guess I was.”
“Well, go for it. (Y/N) always thought you were hot even during the disco years.” Wally snorted, clapping a hand on Dick’s shoulder. “And that means something, I don’t even think Kori was a fan of that suit.”
“Shut up.” Dick let a smile tug at his lips. “She mentioned how you still give her flowers on her birthday?”
Wally picked up his burger. “And I always sing you happy birthday on yours. I do stuff for my friends on their birthdays as most people do.” He took a big bite. Dick picked up his beer, sipping at it as he thought. He remembered you checking him out, but he never thought much of it at the time.
“And you really didn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day with her?” Dick asked after a long moment. A cloudy plan slowly formed in his mind.
Wally blushed, finishing his burger and licking his fingers. “Oh yeah, I didn’t. Kept forgetting. I was sixteen and dumb.”
“Still dumb.” Dick laughed when Wally pushed him gently. Wally pouted, but Dick’s plan was suddenly becoming clearer.
***
You yawned as you woke to the sound of your phone ringing. “I knew I should have turned that off,” you mumbled, reaching over to grab it. You hit the answer button blindly, keeping your eyes closed. “Hello?” You yawned again.
“(Y/N)? Sorry, is this a bad time?” Dick’s voice sounded shaky and...nervous. You opened your eyes, frowning up at your bedroom ceiling.
“No, it’s okay.” You swallowed hard. “What’s wrong?”
Dick choked. “No, nothing is wrong,” he said quickly. In your mind’s eye, you could see him running his hand through his hair. Signature Dick Grayson move. You almost laughed, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “Sorry, I realize I don’t normally call you without it being an emergency.”
A real laugh bubbled out of you. “It’s okay, Dick. What’s up?” You looked around your room, noting your vigilante suit was still on the floor. It was dirty. You wrinkled your nose.
“So I...” He cleared his throat. “Bruce got an invitation to try out this new restaurant that opened by Wayne Tower. He doesn’t want to go, but gave it to me and I have a plus one...”
You smiled. “A plus one huh?”
Dick paused. “Yeah, so you want to go? Tonight?”
“I’m game. What time?” You bit your lip. It was strange for Dick to ask you to dinner. The two of you never hung out alone before.
“Six. I’ll pick you up at your place.” Dick’s tone brightened. You heard a bang followed by an ouch. “Stupid ceiling.”
You laughed. “Six o’clock. I’ll see you then.” Hanging up the phone, you shook your head and threw back your covers to start your day.
***
Dick adjusted the collar of his blue button-down shirt in the mirror before turning around. “What do you think? Sexy, but causal?”
“It looks nice,” Tim said. Tim was seated on Dick’s bed, flipping through Dick’s old yearbook while Dick attempted to find something to wear. Dick knew this wasn’t Tim’s thing, but appreciated that he was trying. Tim frowned suddenly. “Wait, do you know what (Y/N) is going to wear? You don’t want to clash.”
“I think I’ll be fine, Timmy.” Dick chuckled, turning back to the mirror.
“Did you order flowers?” Tim asked, going back to the yearbook in his lap.
“Yes, I got her favorites.” Dick turned to go into his closet to search for his dress shoes. He tossed clothes and shoes over his shoulder, making his room a disaster.
Tim hummed, grunting when a shirt landed on top of his head. “So you’re nervous?”
“Why would you say that?” Dick found his dress shoes and sat on the floor to put them on. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but there was a few butterflies in his stomach. Maybe you didn’t like him that way anymore? It could be too weird for you. After all, you dated Wally. Maybe it would be strange for you?
“Well, you don’t normally throw your clothes around the room or take this long to get dressed or invite me over to check your outfit?” Tim chuckled, yanking the shirt off his head and tossing it on the floor with the rest. “Besides, you should have asked Steph over, she’s better at this sort of thing.”
“Yeah.” Dick snorted, struggling with a knot in his laces. “Steph won’t let me have any peace until I pay her money for her services.”
“I warned you.” Tim pursed his lips, setting the yearbook aside. “If you buy her waffles at some point, she’ll forgive you. Just make sure they are good ones.”
Dick nodded. Tim held up his hand for the shoe. Dick tossed it over. “Thanks Timmy.”
Tim worked at the knot. “What did you do to this thing?” He muttered under his breath.
Dick chuckled, getting up with only one shoe on. “I don’t know. Last time I wore these was...probably when I went undercover at that wedding.”
“That makes sense.” Tim rolled his eyes as he pulled the right lace and undid the knot. He tossed the shoe back to Dick. “You should be leaving soon. There might be traffic.”
“I will.” Dick hopped on one foot to put on his shoe. He grinned, flicking his head to get his hair out of his eyes. “Am I good? Anything else?”
Tim studied him, pursing his lips. “I think you’re good. Don’t forget the flowers...you still have to pick them up.”
“I know.” Dick grabbed his wallet and keys. “Thanks Tim. Help yourself to anything. I’ll be back late.”
“If at all,” Tim mumbled so softly that Dick missed it. Dick swallowed hard, goosebumps from anticipation and nervousness appeared on his skin. He shivered, pushing away his nerves as he flew out the door.
***
You whined, stretching your arm at an awkward angle to try to zip up your dress. It was a beautiful, yet sexy one, but the only problem with it was the zipper. You always needed help with it.
Sighing, you gave up after your arm ached. You put on your charm bracelet. “Oh well. Dick can get it for me.” You stood in front of your mirror, checking yourself. “Good enough.” It crossed your mind earlier that day as you replayed the conversation with Dick that this might be a date. The realization made you spit out your morning coffee.
Of course, the first thing you did was call Wally.
“Hiya, (Y/N). Isn’t this early for you?” Wally answered, chuckling. You heard wind in the background, knowing he was probably patrolling Keystone.
“I think Dick asked me out.” You ripped off the band-aid, wincing when you heard Wally trip and stumble on his end.
He swore softly. “He did? Wow, that was quick. And on Valentine’s Day too.”
“So it is a date?!” You dropped your coffee cup. It shattered, spilling hot coffee all over your feet. “Damn it.” You stared at your feet, feeling the burns as you couldn’t move due to the glass.
A gust of wind ruffled your hair. “Oh dear.” Wally picked you up, zooming you to the bathroom and putting your feet in the bathtub. He turned on the cold water. You hissed, but stayed where you were, trying not to feel too dizzy from suddenly appearing in the bathroom.
“Thanks Walls.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Wally sped out of the room only to come back with a fresh cup of coffee. He handed it to you. You smiled, taking a sip.
“I cleaned up your kitchen too.” Wally sat on the edge of the bathtub. “So...you okay knowing it’s a date?” His eyes were wide, waiting. It reminded you of when he first asked you out. He stared at you until you answered. It was the awkwardness minute of your life and the reason you told him no at first.
You took a big sip of coffee. “I mean...sure...but it wouldn’t be weird? For you?” You studied him, waiting for the sign that he was uncomfortable. However, Wally just grinned.
“Nah, I mean.” He ran a hand through his hair. A move he got from Dick. “We both liked you back in the day, but I got to you first. The only thing I beat him at actually.”
You snorted. “Really?” You blinked, thinking back to those days.
Everyone flirted with each other. Teenage exploration and all that. Dick did always seem to watch you and you always made him blush.
“Go for it. See what happens. Dick and you deserve a chance.” Wally kissed your cheek. “Of course, I will have always got you first. Make sure he knows that.”
You punched his arm hard. Wally whined, flinching. “I’m not a piece of meat, West.”
“Nope, you’re not. You’re just the most amazing person in the world and Dick better be good to you or I’ll come after him.” Wally grinned.
You pulled him into a side hug and kissed his cheek. “Thanks Walls.” Wally blushed.
A loud knock from your front door brought you to the here and now. You shook your head, smiling at the thought of Wally’s approval. Taking a deep breath, you made your way to the door and opened it.
Dick flicked his head, getting his hair out of his eyes. A big grin grew on his face at the sight of you. You couldn’t help, but smile back at him, taken back by his sparkling blue eyes. Did they always sparkle like that?
“Hi.” You said after a long moment. Shaking your head, you stepped aside to let him in. It was then you noticed the flowers in his hands. “Are those for me?”
“Yeah.” He handed them to you. His hands shook slightly. You took comfort in the fact he seemed as jittery as you.
“Thank you. I’ll put them in water.” You went into your kitchen.
Dick followed you. He cleared his throat. “Do you need me to zip you up?”
You turned to look at him, almost laughing at the blush on his cheeks. “If you could, thanks. As much as I’m sure the world wants to see my bare back...” You turned back around.
Dick’s fingers tickled your skin as he grabbed the zipper and gently pulled it up. Your skin buzzed at the touch. You threw him a smile over your shoulder and went to grab a vase from the cabinet. Dick stayed where he was, almost transfixed in place.
You filled the vase with water and careful arranged the flowers inside, glad to have something to do with your hands. “Should we get going?” You glanced back at Dick only to find him watching you with an intensity that sent sparks straight to your abdomen.
Dick jumped. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat before painting a charming smile on his face. “You ready?”
You nodded, stepping into your shoes and grabbing your purse. “Ready.” He offered his arm. You took it happily.
***
Dick pulled up to the restaurant. You played with the strap of your purse. The radio played softly, narrowly avoiding awkward silence. You blinked when you saw the red hearts decorating the front window of the restaurant. “Oh, is today Valentine’s Day?” you asked as Dick parked the car. You barely remembered Wally saying it was today.
“It is? Guess I didn’t notice?” He chuckled too quickly. You eyed him, knowing he definitely knew it was Valentine’s Day.
Humming lowly, you started to get out of the car. “Wait,” Dick said, jumping out his side and running over to open your door for you. “My lady.” He bowed slightly and offered his hand. A cheeky smile on his face.
“Nerd.” You laughed, taking his hand and getting out. “But thank you.”
“Wow, first time I’ve been called a nerd.” Dick squeezed your fingers gently. He guided your hand to his arm. “At least by you anyway.”
You let your hand stay on his arm as he led you to the front of the restaurant. “Right, I used to call you killjoy.”
“Hey, I grew up.” Dick chuckled, holding restaurant door open for you.
“You did. Somewhat.” You smirked, his jaw dropped in fake surprise. The restaurant was busy, but had a calming atmosphere.
“Do you have a reservation?” The hostess asked, smiling at your interaction.
Dick cleared his throat. “Yeah, under Grayson.” You raised an eyebrow at him. Dick narrowed his eyes at you. “Dick Grayson.”
“Oh yes, Mr. Grayson. Right this way.” The hostess led the way through the restaurant to a private booth in the back. “Your server will be with you shortly.” She set down the menus and left you and Dick alone.
Dick gestured for you to sit first. You slid into the booth, making yourself comfortable. A small smirk pulled at your lips as Dick hesitated. He glanced between you and the other side. Finally, he chose to sit across from you.
“So...this place is nice,” you said, looking around the restaurant. When you looked past the somewhat tacky Valentine’s Day décor, it was beautiful. You sighed, turning back to Dick to find him watching you with a somewhat dumb expression. “You okay, Dickie?”
“Fine.” He cleared his throat, running a hand over his face. “You’re just...really pretty, (Y/N).”
Your face burned. A giggle slipped out of you. “You don’t look bad yourself.” You winked at him. “So, can I ask why you decided to ask me out now?”
Dick opened his mouth, but the server appeared. You ordered your drink and when Dick failed to speak, you ordered one for him too. The server walked off.
“Thanks.” Dick whispered, clearing his throat. “I haven’t been this speechless since I was a teenager.”
You laughed. “Yeah, I think I remember you being this speechless when you first saw me in a bikini.”
Dick’s face was almost as red as the hearts that decorated the restaurant. “You noticed that, huh?”
You nodded, smiling big. “Yeah, I did. To be fair, Wally was pretty speechless too.” You froze when you saw Dick’s face fall slightly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t mention him.”
“It’s okay. He’s still our friend. Part of your history.” Dick bit his lip. “You know, I wanted to ask you out that day, but Wally beat me to it.”
Your jaw dropped. “Really?” You reached over to take his hand. “I didn’t know.” Now it made sense why Dick left in a hurry after Wally finished the most awkward ‘asking out on a date’ you had ever experienced.
Dick squeezed your fingers. “Although, when I think about it, I’m glad that I didn’t.” He looked up at you. You gasped, taken back by his beautiful blue eyes. “Because I got to ask you out now and we’re both older. We aren’t kids anymore.”
“That’s for sure.” You laughed as the server came back with the drinks. Dick chuckled with you. Both of you ordered your food quickly and the server left you alone.
Dick sipped at his drink. His hand still in yours. “So...”
You blinked at him before giggling. “So...”
He laughed. “I guess I don’t really know what to say now.”
You hummed, letting go of his hand to take a sip of your own drink. “How about we play a game?” You smirked when Dick raised an eyebrow. “Like what’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?”
Dick rubbed his chin. “Orange swirl.” You tilted your head at him. “It was one of the flavors we had back at the Circus. Mom and Dad would let me have one after a successful show. Funny enough, it was the one flavor that didn’t sell as well, so we could get it for free most of the time.” He licked his lips. “Best I’ve ever had.”
You cradled your chin in your hand. “Wow.” You smiled softly. “You know what mine is, of course.”
“I do.” He smiled back at you. “Now do I ask you a question? I assume that’s what we’re doing, right?”
You wiggled your eyebrows. “Ask away.”
Dick sat back in the booth. The two of you slowly learned more about each other as you waited for your food.
***
“You’re joking.” Dick almost spit out his food. He grabbed his napkin and covered his mouth just in case. “They didn’t.”
“They did.” You giggled, taking a sip of your drink. “Roy and Donna are a thing. Walked in on them myself.” You shivered. “A sight I never wanted to see.”
Dick snorted, putting his napkin down. “Roy’s ass isn’t a pretty sight. I had to share a locker room with him.” He smiled when you looked away. His heart fluttered. He had to pinch himself to make sure he was really here with you.
The food was good. The restaurant had a nice atmosphere, soft music in the background, not too loud, but not too soft either. Dick knew he’d have to leave the place a nice review.
“I never asked you about your work. How is the police station?” You looked back at Dick. Dick’s heart skipped a beat.
“Oh, it’s okay. Lots of corruption. I’m making some headway, but it’s going to take a while.” He let his eyes drop to your chest before forcing them back to your eyes. You didn’t seem to notice. “I found some allies though. What about you? How’s the retail business?”
You rolled your eyes. “Dick, I’m an art dealer. I wouldn’t call that retail, but sure, it’s good. Sold a painting by a newcomer for four million to a well-known mobster.” Dick’s eyes widened in concern. You waved your hand. “It’s taken care of.” You winked. Dick sighed in relief.
“Good.” Dick went back to his food. “Do you enjoy being an art dealer?”
“It has it’s good days and bad days, but I like it. Being around artwork is a joy for me.” You took the last bite from your plate. “Thank you for bringing me here. This might become my new favorite restaurant.”
A smile pulled at Dick’s lips. “I’ll remember to take you here more often then.”
You grinned back. “You better.” Slowly, you slid out of the booth. “I’ll be right back.”
Dick nodded, watching you head over toward the restrooms. He reached down to pull his phone out of his pocket. There were several encouraging text messages from Tim, Steph, Cass, and Barbara. Even Bruce sent a good luck text. Dick smiled, sending them all a thumbs up.
He scrolled through to find one message from Wally. ‘I have it on good authority that your date is going well.’
Dick frowned. He looked around the restaurant, but didn't see anyone he knew. ‘Who’s authority?’
‘The most important one.' Dick swallowed hard, confused yet delighted at the same time. He looked back up suddenly enough to give himself whiplash. You returned from the restroom.
“What happened? A crisis or is everyone checking in on you to make sure I haven’t sunk my teeth into you yet?” you teased, taking your seat and sipping your drink again.
Several naughty images played through Dick’s mind. He let out a slow breath, trying to calm himself down. “No, more like cheering me on.”
You looked slightly surprised. “Really? Wow.” You giggled softly, looking around the restaurant for a moment. Dick admired how lovely you looked. The lighting in the restaurant highlighted you just right. “So, did you want to get out of here? There’s something I wanted to show you.”
Dick nodded. “Yeah, sure.” He waved for the server, wondering what you wanted to show him.
***
You threw a smile back at Dick. Dick smiled back, despite the dark hallway you were leading him down. “Where are we going?”
“My workshop.” You unlocked the door at the end and pushed it open. Dick followed, stepping inside just as you flicked on the light. He gasped at the sight.
The room itself was bare bones, but artwork was all over the place. Some on the walls, others leaning against other canvases on the floor. A few were covered up with sheets. In the center of the room was a desk and two chairs along with a cheery fuzzy rug.
“So this is where you work? I knew it was around this part of town, but wow.” Dick crossed his arms, studying a piece on the wall. It looked like it was an abstract Batman.
You hummed, walking to the other side of the room. “This is what I wanted to show you.” You picked up one of the covered canvases and walked over to an easel. Propping it up, you turned to look at him. “You can keep this one if you like it.” You pulled off the sheet.
At first, it didn’t register with Dick. Just colors and shapes. However, he tilted his head and it clicked. “It’s a trapeze. Wait a minute, that’s...that’s our colors. My parents’ colors.”
You nodded, leaning gently into Dick’s side. Your hand rubbed his back, grounding him to the here and now. “There’s a new artist, he’s a retired hockey player who went into painting. Anyway, he must have seen one of your parents’ shows and painted this one in their honor.”
Dick could see the painting come to life. He knew the routine by heart. His father’s confident laugh filled his ears. His mother’s giggles followed. “How did he remember it so well?”
“I guess he’s like Tim. The one performance stuck in his head.” You leaned forward to study Dick. Dick swallowed hard, meeting your eye. You smiled. “It took me a while to find it. I had to give up two Damien Hirst paintings to get the guy to sell it to me.”
“Did you get this for me?” Dick looked back at the painting. He blinked back the tears threatening to fall. It saddened him, yet filled him with pride at the same time. His parents would be happy to know that people still loved their performances to this day.
You rested your head against his shoulder. Dick reached for your hand, squeezing it tightly. “I did,” you whispered. “I was going to save it for your birthday, but...well, then you asked me out on Valentine’s Day.”
“Thank you.” His shoulder felt wet. He peeked to find you with tears on your cheeks. A laugh slipped out of him. “I feel so dumb. All I got you was a charm for your bracelet.”
“You did?!” You quickly wiped your face with your free hand. Dick dug into his pocket, pulling out a small wrapped jewelry box.
He handed it to you, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “You know if I gave this to you at the restaurant, everyone would have thought I was proposing.”
You snorted. “I wouldn’t put it past you.” You opened the box, smiling at the beautiful delicate heart charm inside.
Dick chuckled. “Right. I would propose on the first date just to see what the others would say.” He shook his head, taking the charm out and carefully putting it on your bracelet. “Bruce would have a heart attack. Tim would spit out his coffee. Steph just might drop dead.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Well, in that case, I give you permission to tell them I said yes.” You shook your bracelet, holding it up to the light. The charm shined.
Dick grinned, looking back at the painting. “I still can’t believe this. It’s almost from my memory. I used to stand on the platform, watching the show from above, waiting for my chance to join.” He sighed as he felt you take his hand again. “Thank you so much.”
“Thank you for the charm. My first Valentine’s Day.” You squeezed his hand gently. “I’ll get this framed for you before you take it.”
Dick looked back at you. You met his eye after a moment. Slowly, you sat down on the rug, pulling Dick to sit down beside you. You kissed the corner of his mouth. “Wow,” Dick hummed, smirking at the kiss. You turned back to the painting, a hint of a blush on your cheeks. Dick chuckled. He leaned back on his hands and studied the painting along with you.
After a long while, Dick’s butt started to hurt. He fidgeted. You giggled and looked over at him. “You want to get out of here?”
“Yeah, let’s do something fun.” Dick grinned. You got to your feet and held out your hand. Dick took it, eager to follow you anywhere.
***
“Are you sure about this?” Dick asked, watching you walk your way past the line to get into the club.
“You said you wanted to get out for some fun and this is fun. For you anyway.” You glanced back at him with a wink. Dick swallowed hard when you stopped to talk to the bouncer. It looked like you knew the bouncer and soon you were gesturing for Dick to follow you in.
The club was decked out in red and white decorations. Music was loud with a good beat. Dance floor wild and crazy. Dick reached out to take your hand as you led him through the madness to the bar.
“Yo, Mickey. You got your specials still?” you asked, catching one of the bartenders as he walked by. Dick admitted he was a bit shocked that you seemed comfortable in this scene. Maybe there was a lot he didn’t know about you? He wondered if Wally knew you were into the club scene.
“For you, babe. Anything.” Mickey winked, turning to fix up two drinks. Dick watched in slight awe.
“I didn’t know you like clubs,” Dick shouted in your ear, squeezing your hand.
You smiled. “Not all. Just this one.” You slipped Mickey a twenty once he laid the tropical-looking drinks before you. You picked up yours, nodding for Dick to do the same and started to lead him back through the crowd.
Dick’s curiosity grew as you led him through the stage door and down a flight of stairs. “Please tell me this isn’t a sex dungeon or something?” Dick blushed. “Not that I’d mind, but I don’t think that’s a first date thing.”
You laughed, sipping your drink as you rolled your eyes at him. “Settle down, Dickie. I’m not going to take your innocence.” You pushed open the door.
Dick lost his breath as you reveal a huge, colorfully lit room with a trapeze set in the center. “How?” He looked at the setup. It was professionally done. You two were the only ones in the room.
“I’m honestly surprised you didn’t know about this. This used to be a strip club and they had a trapeze act, but when the new owners made things more all-ages friendly, they left this space open for rent.” You smirked, eyeing Dick from over your drink. Your fingers wiggled in his hand. “But I’m glad I could surprise you with this.” You gestured to his drink. “Take a sip.”
Dick sipped it. His eyes widened at the orange, vanilla taste. “Wow, it’s almost like orange swirl.”
You smiled. “Glad you like it. Mickey always makes the best.”
Dick took another sip. “You know I thought I was going to spoil you, not the other way around.” He pulled away from you to check out the trapeze set.
You hummed, following him. “Well, who says you’re not spoiling me? You’re driving me around the city, paid for dinner, got me a pretty charm, and now you’re going to take me flying.” Dick’s head snapped to look at you. “Aren’t you?” You pouted.
“Anything for you, princess.” Dick grinned, setting his drink down on the table. He walked over to test the ropes. Feeling your gaze on him, Dick’s chest swelled with pride.
***
You took a seat and watched him prep the trapeze. It was a nice sight. You licked your lips, admiring the view as Dick bent down to pick up a fallen cord.
Of course, you would never admit how many strings you pulled to set this up for him. Honestly, you were amazed how fast things moved with one call from the bathroom at the restaurant.
You checked your phone. There was a text from Wally. ‘Having fun? I heard about the favor you called in.’
‘From Barbara, I’m sure. You snoop.’ You smiled and watched Dick again. He was hanging off one of the ropes, testing it’s durability. ‘It’s going well.’
‘Good. I’m happy for you both.’ You tilted your head, hoping Wally was as okay with this as he acted earlier. He and Dick always had a bit of a rivalry.
“You ready?” Dick’s voice brought you away from your phone.
“Of course.” You kicked off your shoes, leaving your phone on the table along with your drink. Dick’s shoes and shirt were off. You let your eyes linger before going back to his face.
A smirk played on Dick’s lips. “Like what you see?”
You kissed his cheek. “What do you think?” He chuckled, blushing. Stepping back, he let you climb the ladder first before following. You knew he probably looked up your dress, but you found you didn’t mind.
At the top, your blood raced. Dick wrapped his arm around your waist once he joined you. “It’s like swinging through the city,” Dick said, taking the flyer bar out of it’s holder.
“Just more muscle and coordination. No grapple gun to correct the mistakes.” You nodded, holding onto Dick tight. A lump formed in your throat. Truth be told, you mostly drove on your motorcycle when you went on patrol.
He chuckled. “You want to swing together first? Just to the other platform. I know it’s a little scary for the first time.”
“I’ll say.” You snorted. Dick tightened his arm around you. You, in turn, held him like your life depended on it.
Dick laughed, lifting you slightly and jumping off the platform. A little scream escaped you as you were suddenly flying. Your stomach dropped to your feet. You looked down before going back to Dick’s face. His confident grin brought your stomach back to where it was supposed to be.
All too soon, you and Dick landed on the opposite platform. “That was...awesome!” You giggled, letting go of Dick to hop in place.
Dick watched you, beaming. “See? It’s not too different from swinging in the city.”
“It’s better.” You took the bar from him. “Let’s go again.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Dick took hold of the bar. His hand brushed against yours as his arm wrapped back around your waist. “Ready?”
“Always.” You grinned at him before you both jumped off together.
***
Over the next hour, you grew more reassured with the trapeze. Dick walked you through more complicated moves. There were a lot of falls onto the safety net below, but it only added to the fun.
“I think I understand more about the painting now,” you said as you flipped up to sit on your flyer bar. Dick flipped up on his bar too, sitting to face you. “It’s magical.” You leaned back, pumping your legs to swing gently.
Dick chuckled. “I’ve never experienced anything else like it. My parents were so lucky to do this for a living.” You looked up at him to see a sad smile on his face. “Of course, what I do for a living is far better for society.”
“Stopping crime and corruption. Your parents would be proud.” You swore there was a sparkle of tears in Dick’s eyes. Swinging closer to him, you nudged his foot with your own.
Dick smirked, catching your leg with his to keep you close to him. He looked into your eyes. You sighed at his pretty blues, heart melting into a puddle of goo. “You know, I never asked you the big question.”
“Oh, so you were going to ask me to marry you?” You leaned forward to touch your nose to his.
He chuckled, pulling away enough to press a butterfly kiss to your forehead. “No.” His eyes sparkled with youthful excitement. You felt like a teenager all over again. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you be my valentine?”
Your heart pounded. Goosebumps grew on your skin. You leaned forward until your lips were centimeters to his. “Yes, Dick Grayson. I’ll be your valentine.” Dick gasped as you pressed your lips against his.
You never believed the stories about fireworks and seeing stars when you kissed someone. Kissing Wally was nice, hot at times. Other kisses you shared with others never had that earth shattering moment that the media always described.
However, your heart stopped. Your lips tingled from the pressure. All you could feel was him. His hands in your hair, lips molding to yours. Everything faded away.
You leaned forward to get more of him only to suddenly find yourself free falling. “(Y/N)!” Dick shouted. You screamed, hitting the net below. Soon, Dick landed on the net, bouncing you. He crawled over to your side. “Are you okay?”
Looking up at him, you found yourself hysterically giggling. Dick’s brow furrowed in concern. You waved at him, trying to speak, but the laughter wouldn’t stop.
“I didn’t think kissing me would be so funny,” Dick mumbled, blushing. He looked away.
“No.” You hiccupped, reaching up to touch his cheek. “I loved it.” You cupped his face and pulled him back to you. He moaned before melting into you. This time, you saw stars.
***
Dick sighed, pulling the warm body curled beside him closer. He opened his eyes to take in the sight of you. You were still fast asleep, hair a mess against your pillow. He kissed your cheek, looking around the room.
Your bedroom was very much yours. Dick could see the little touches, learning more about you just from your décor choices alone. Plus your bed was surprisingly comfortable.
He chuckled. Contentment filled him as he snuggled back to you. It felt right, being here with you. Last night was perfect. He kissed your cheek again, smiling when you smiled back at him in your sleep.
***
*Bonus*
Dick took his seat at the table. He nodded to Bruce before filling his plate from the spread on the table. It was the batfamily’s monthly brunch. Everyone had fallen quiet when Dick entered the room.
“So...you and (Y/N)?” Bruce asked, sipping his coffee.
Dick smirked. He looked around the room at his siblings. All with smug expressions. He wished he could record this. You would get a kick out of it.
“She said yes.” Dick took a bite of bacon. The food went dead silent. Bruce’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Tim and Steph had dropped jaws. Barbara shook her head in disbelief. Cass frowned, studying Dick carefully.
“Master Dick, it isn’t polite to tease.” Alfred clicked his tongue, pouring juice in Dick’s glass.
“I’m not teasing. She said yes to being my valentine.” Dick laughed when the entire room breathed a sigh. “What did you guys think?”
Bruce rolled his eyes, relaxing. “Dick, that was mean,” Steph groaned, throwing her hands up in the air. “I was so excited to plan a wedding, then Tim could help with the divorce two weeks later.”
“Good for you, Dick.” Barbara elbowed his side hard. “And you’re lucky (Y/N) tells me everything.”
“And that (Y/N) lowered her standards even more than they already were,” Tim mumbled, grinning when Dick glared at him.
Dick shook his head, taking another bite of bacon as he checked his phone. He had a text from you, asking if he wanted to meet up for dinner and patrol. His heart fluttered as he quickly texted yes back.
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anon i am so sorry i lost your request but here it is ! thank you for your request! my goodness, you guys love a sneezy d/ick g/rayson . the poor man. i am delivering once again , a more exploratory (?) w/ally w/est. i miiight make a part 2 about the shower. let me know
i hope you enjoy!
Wally grunted as he pulled another weed out of the ground. Setting his tools down, he looked over at his boyfriend's frame bent over a few vegetables in the garden. The young man smiled, marveling at the tomatoes, turnips, and carrots. Wally noted the older man's tan skin, handsome face and muscular build.
"Hey babe, if we took some of these back home I'm sure Alfred could make a mean soup or something."
"Sounds heavenly," Wally responded.
Wally had brought Dick along to watch the West's old family home while they were away on vacation. Dick had been looking forward to the trip, having missed Wally's childhood home in Blue Valley, Nebraska. Fall was just beginning, and the summer heat was losing its strength. It was a welcome break from the work back home. Wally loved the city, but he'd never forgotten about all the kinds of nature back home. It was so much greener, full of different plants and wildlife. The most "diverse" wildlife in Blüdhaven was a rat digging in a trash can.
"Dick, could you help me out here? Gotta prune these before it starts to get hot. Wanna eat lunch soon," he turned, squinting up at the sun before shivering into a sudden, "hp'TSSHH'U! snf-!" His grip tightened on the spade as he sneezed wetly into the crook of his elbow, spray shimmering visibly against the morning sun.
"Bless you!" Dick chirped, blue eyes scanning his gorgeous redhead of a boyfriend. Wally's hair had fallen into his face, the freckles on his nose wrinkling with another helpful sniff.
"Thanks. Second time today," he mused.
Dick stepped over the small gate surrounding the vegetables, garden fork in hand. "So what am I doing?"
Wally stuck the spade he was holding into the rich soil. "I need you to hold this side up-," he gestured, motioning towards the large bush, "-for a sec, I just need to shave the sides of it off real quick, make it look neat and whatnot." The plant had grown a ridiculous amount, leaning slightly from the immense weight on one side. It was clear that Wally wanted to get it over with, carelessly flipping a tiny shovel while he waited for his boyfriend. Dick licked his lips, steeling himself to the sweet scent coming from the thin, white petals. Wally grabbed a pair of shears. Gently lifting a handful of the flowers, Dick positioned himself carefully for Wally to have easy access to the small flowers. Suddenly, he, too, wanted to get it over with. Sure, he'd taken his allergy medication, but he'd been told to avoid triggers all the same. And he wasn't exactly itching to get to know all the flora in the yard. He breathed shallowly, the beginnings of a tickle blooming on the insides of his nasal passages.
"I tell ya, every time I come back here-" snip! "-these things have grown triple their size. Dad insists that they don't need to be maintained but I mean, come on." snip!
The tickle was instantaneous. Dick squeezed his eyes shut, brows furrowing. He could feel his breaths quickening, his hand wavering, causing the flowers to shake a little.
"Real pretty things though. I forgot how much I missed this place," Wally continued.
The former robin's breath caught, the flowers' strong scent finally breaking through his weak defenses.
"Those shrub roses were always my favorite, though. These and the daisies-"
"hh-kKSCHHH'U!" He sneezed off to the side. He'd barely sucked in another breath before he crushed a gloved finger to his septum, trying to discourage the itch. "—hhZZZSCH'OO-!"
"Ope!" Wally's head appeared from the other side of the bush, emerald eyes wide with surprise. "Bless you!"
"Thhankyou," Dick sniffled, already feeling his nose begin to run. The itch raked its way up the inside of his nose, spreading to the soft tissues of his nasal cavity. His eyes watered. "All done-?" He asked hopefully.
"Almost," Wally reassured. "Did you take your medicine this morning?" snip!
"hhhuh, uhhHESSCH'UE!" He managed to sneeze a few inches away from his elbow, wiggling his nose in the aftermath. "Mmhm, guess it's hh-! still getting to me," he exhaled cautiously. God, he wouldn't be able to take it much longer-!
"Alright," Wally made his way back around the bush, carefully shaving the sides off with a few more chops. Finally, he cut the excess Dick had been holding, releasing a few of the petite flowers onto Dick's shoes. Dick's nose protested immediately, bending him at the waist with a rushed "—EzZZSCHOOuU! ERrH'ZZSSHOO! hehh! heEEZZCHHhHEU!" He shook as every sneeze ripped through him. Bringing his hands up to cover his leaking nose, he worsened the ordeal by exposing his twitching nostrils to the pollen that remained on his hands. "Oh, shhhit, it's all over my hh-! hands-! HRRZZSCH'uU!!" He stepped back, nearly tripping, uncharacteristically clumsy for a Grayson. A light pink was beginning to spread across the bridge of his nose, his dark lashes damp with allergic tears. Quickly pulling off a glove, he pulled the collar of his shirt over his nose and released another wet, "uhh'khh'sSCHHU'UE!"
"Bless you! Are you okay?" Wally set his gloves aside, placing a gentle hand on Dick's shoulder.
"F-hh! Fine," Dick sniffled thickly, harshly rubbing his nose with the side of his wrist. He snapped his head to the side again,
"—zzZSCHhuu!" Wally observed the way Dick shook his head helplessly as he sneezed, apparently too itchy to hold back.
"Making quite the scene," Wally grinned at his boyfriend, teasing.
Dick huffed a short laugh, resting his hands on his thighs before surrendering to the tickle once again. He sneezed openly, his nose twitching for relief. "huh-ESSCHHOO-!! not trying to be," he responded.
The younger man deftly wiped a tear from his boyfriend's cheek.
"Um-hm," Dick quietly cleared his throat. "Flowers-hh-! really getting to me."
"I can see that," Wally's lips twitched upwards, trying to hide his smile. "C'mon," he gently took his boyfriend's hand, leading them inside before setting his keys on the counter.
"hheh, h-ohh, heh-!" Dick's breath hitched dramatically, his rapid gasps rising in pitch. "he'EHHDsSHH'uU!!" The itch produced a desperate, less-than-graceful sounding rasp at the beginning of his sneezes.
"Bless." Wally gently lifted the bottom of Dick's shirt, revealing his gorgeously toned abs. "C'mon," he motioned for Dick to put his arms up. "Gotta get you out of these clothes."
"That-hh! eager, West?"
"Ha-ha," Wally rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a smile. It didn't come out sounding as sarcastic as he'd intended, though, and he swallowed.
Dick obliged, raising his arms, and Wally gently tugged upwards on the shirt, exposing his boyfriend's chest and sides. As the shirt was being pulled over his head, he froze, and with him, the redhead. He looked ridiculous, arms up, blue t-shirt pulled halfway over his face, chest heaving with a huge breath-
"—zzZSShHH'U!!"
"Bless you, baby."
He gave the shirt a final tug, removing it from his boyfriend's body just in time for him to gear up for another sneeze. The vigilante's mouth went slack, watery eyes shutting in weak surrender. He sneezed wetly, once, twice, down his bare stomach. Wally swallowed again, watching his poor boyfriend lose control. He'd served in the league with Dick for a long time, even before that in young justice. But for as long as he'd known him, he'd never seen Dick lose complete and utter control like during his allergy fits. The man had been shot, tortured, and beaten nearly to death many a time, still somehow remaining a pillar of confidence and hope. But when Nightwing was forced to face a flower, he would always lose.
Wally shook his head, clearing any thoughts from his mind. "You should take a quick shower, wash off anything still on you or-" he ruffled his boyfriend's dark hair, "-in your hair."
Dick nodded, gingerly rubbing his pink nose. The man looked more than a little spent, red eyes, nose a little inflamed from the relentless allergen. His nostrils flared, irritated. "ERhh'sSSChuUE!"
Don't be weird. Wally closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. There was no denying seeing Dick in this state did something to him — he just wasn't sure what it was.
"Wally? You okay?" Dick sniffled, pulling him from his thoughts.
"Oh — totally. Let me bring you a change of clothes for after your shower," Wally leaned down to plant a soft peck on his boyfriend's lips, wanting to dispel any worry.
Dick accepted the kiss, humming comfortably for a moment. To Wally's surprise, he moved a hand to Wally's lower back, drawing him closer. Dick kissed him, long and firm, and Wally could have melted into his touch. Kissing him more deeply, his fingers pressed into the small of the younger man's back, his tongue meeting Wally's with perfect rhythm. It was almost too much for him, the warmth of Dick's mouth against his causing the previous feeling to go straight to his groin.
"Dick," Wally pulled back, reeling from the unexpected affection. "What's going on...?" He searched the shorter man's eyes, looking for an explanation.
"Just testing something," Dick replied, almost relaxed. "Think I got my answer."
Wally stiffened, heat rising to his cheeks. Fuck.
Something was definitely wrong with him. His dick had a mind of its own, and his sweats weren't doing him any favors. His mouth twitched, a wave of embarrassment washing over him. "I—"
"You've been holding out on me."
"I haven't—! I swear. I'm," he ran a nervous hand through his hair. "I'm... dreaming?"
"Yeah, you wish," Dick laughed. Wally loved the sound of his laugh. His voice was smooth and kind; every laugh sounded like music. Wally laughed too, albeit a bit more awkwardly, some tension releasing from his shoulders.
"snf! huh-! hhe'EHHSHhh'IU! HRRSHH’IEWW!!" Dick turned away in time, sparing his boyfriend.
Wally bit back a groan.
"Won't hh-!! Stop! Hh-! hHAH-AAESSSHHUU!!... Mmh, snf! Bless me," he apologized.
"Bless you," Wally breathed.
Dick rubbed his nose, eyeing the younger man carefully. Wally could practically watch the gears turning in his mind. Wally looked away, and for a moment, neither of them said anything, Dick too busy thinking and Wally too embarrassed to break the silence.
"Well," Dick's face broke into a grin, red-rimmed eyes taking on that mischievous glint when he had a plan. "You are just full of surprises."
"I guess I am?" Wally rubbed his neck, at a loss for words.
"I have a lot of questions," Dick sniffled, the sound thick due to congestion. "But right now, how about you join me in the shower?" He leaned in close, speaking the last few words in a low, firm voice. The kind of tone he used during patrol. Wally shivered, the warm breath tickling his neck.
It wasn't really a question.
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-Alright I’ve been tagged by @stealingyourbones to do the WIP Challenge. Rules Here!
Feel free to ask me about any of them and I’ll be happy to let u know what it’s about! :D (please i need encouragement to write about them and I don’t want them to be left in WIP hell forever)
Most of these didn’t previously have titles so I’m going to make them up as I go with some having brief summaries.
As I have chronic carpal tunnel so many (but definitely not all) of these are generally short prompts or fic outlines I need to iron out but many have surpassed 3k so I can safely declare some as fics. And there’s a Lot of stuff here so sorry that this is super fucking long but I’m still not including a shit ton of ideas so I can keep it under 100 for now.
I focus a lot on world building and ideas just keeps expanding to the point where I feel like I can’t write it out without having to explain everything else & so I tried splitting them into the smaller ideas & hopefully that’ll help!
@die-erlkonigin6083 ur being tagged now:
Ok so my written ones:
- Stuck In An Adventure: (Wally West getting stuck in a The Adventures of Superman reminiscent universe (radio show that ran from 1940-1951)).
1) Fawcett City: Through A Child’s Eye:
1.a) Sovereign Nation
1.b) Child Logic: A Brief Rundown of How Things Work in Fawcett City In This AU.
1.c) F’s in Math: Fawcett City Education Standards
1.d) Childlike Misconceptions (x40 I have so many ideas about this)
1.e) Fawcett City Food Culture
1.f) Plan to get Captain Marvel back into continuity in a way that's entertaining, makes sense, and would keep it relevant in the DCU while being able to keep more of it’s original Golden Age tone and make the worldbuilding so much cooler.
1.g) Currency of an allowance
1.h) Robbing Bank Customs
1.i) Issues With The Education System
1.j) Magic Taught In Fawcett Educational Programs
1.k) Medicine & Injury Differences In Fawcett Citizens
1.l) Ambient Knowledge of the Radio & Past Lives: Billy Batson
2.a) Booster Gold. An Exploration into a Modern Version Adaptation of His Online Rise to Fame and His Downfall
2.b) Booster Gold: TikTok Sensation (this is kinda fused with the one above but is more lighthearted in tone)
3) Booster Gold: The Backstory and Rant About an Underappreciated and Massively Relatable Hero.
4) Billy Theorizing Back.
5) Linda Finding Out She Had Twins (but retold based on a real story)
6) The Daily Planet’s Gossip Mill
7) The Worries of the Daily Planet Employees over the one & only Clark Kent/ The Daily Planet thinks Clark’s a Meta but for Different Reasons Than You Might Think.
8) Jimmy Olsen Needs Therapy
9) The Softness Behind A Mask
10) Office Gossip
11) An Electric Charge: All Powered Up
12) Psychic/telepathic Clark (apparently this was a fairly uncommon but still very much existing fan theory that I just thought of independently. But once I found out that it already existed, I lost hope and stopped writing it but it's Very much a theory I enjoy and love that explains literally most if not all of Clark’s abilities.
13) “You mean, you Don’t actually look human?!
14) SO MANY KRYPTONIAN BIOLOGY IDEAS:
14.a) FUN (x so many just give me a number and I’ll give you a certain amount of short prompts for kryptonian biology ideas)
14.b) Inconvenience for the Kents
14.c) Braces
14.d) Biology Discussion
14.e) Different Nutritional Needs. Turns Out Invulnerable Teeth Mean You Can Eat A Lot Of Weird Shit
14.f) Humans stood on two legs to punch things. Why the fuck did kryptonians have the same
14.g) Eyes: Windows To The Soul The Size Of An Orange
15) Man of Steel, Unable to Feel: The issue of Clark’s the association of pain with touch.
16) A brief complaint on the lack of depictions of Batman’s Diet and Workout Regimine in fics because there’s so much comedy potential
17) A Meal Even The Flash Won’t Eat: Bruce’s Protein Shakes
18) Inside-out Space and Time (Dissecting the rock of eternity & it’s ability to travel time without the Speed Force)
DP X DC:
18) Critique on DP x DC twin AU
19) Guide on realism in twin interactions for twin au fics & how twins actually work.
20) Jason Todd’s Fenton Family Reunion
21) Discussion of Theme Similarity of 90’s Superboy and the Danny Phantom Cartoon.
22) A Summoning Going Dead Wrong (an ask commandeered from @stealingyourbones that got stuck in WIP hell and is FINALLY nearly done. I just need someone to unfuck my formatting & it’s all set.)
23) Wait What Do You Mean There’s Two Of You?
24) DP x DC What Do You Mean You Thought This Was A Nuclear Blast Zone?: Explaining the Metagene’s Existence in Amity Park, How Amity Park Was Hidden from the DC World, and the Discovery of It Not Being A Wasteland.
25) A Brief Reminder of Death and Revival: Blood Blossoms in Gotham
Based off of this post (which I am making a reply to but i gotta generate more ideas that fit with the theme first. Got the lore part done tho which is nice)
26.a) Wally West trips into the Backrooms.. wait why’s it all floating and green?
26.b) Speedsters can get healed by GZ
26.c) Speedsters get hurt by GZ contact
26.d) Speedsters gain extra powers when in contact with GZ
26.e) Too Much Of A Good Thing: Ectoplasm Overload (Flash Family)
26.f) How The Fuck Is This Working: Bafflement of the Fenton’s Building Conventions (Flash)
26.g) Lichtenberg AU Flash x DC (x2)
27) Familiar Branching Scars: Lichtenberg AU Captain Marvel x DP where I go way into specifics of magical theory and magical lab procedure than I should’ve
28) Danny’s Not Alive: The Issues That Come With Collecting a Ghost’s DNA
29) Ambient Ectoplasm Quality Warning: Health effects can be immediately felt by sensative groups. Healthy individuals may experience difficulty breathing and throat irritation; consider staying indoors and rescheduling outdoor activities. Please retreat to the GZ for your own safety.
30) tired TA Peter Parker who works a job at a university sponsored lab doing microfluidics
31) College Wally West complaining to his friends about his lab job & the difficulties trying to be a “real scientist”
32) They didn’t tell you being a Clone would come with an inferiority complex and the necessity to tell everyone around you that Not The Same Person Don’t Compare Us (yet I still I want to stand by their side and not in their shadow). (Kon-El)
Brainworms i need to write but have them recorded in my audio app & not transcribed yet:
33) Dash & Booster Gold, Ex-Star Quarterbacks
34) Frozen in Time (DP and the Flash Family)
35) I’m Not the Black Flash!
36) Ghosts In Space (do x dc)
37) The Contrast of Life and Death (Flash Family x dp)
38) Inhuman amounts of Speed. (Flash)
39) Opposing Forces: Same Energy (flash family x dp)
40) Metagene: How the Activation of an Integrated Virus Changes That Much Shit if it Activates
41) A Ghost and An Alien Walk Into A Bar…ow
42) A Ghost from the Future: A Mentor in the Past (Bart Allen)
43) Billy Batson: learning magic theory
44) Jimmy Olsen: Traumatized Beyond Belief (Taos discussion about how the character is handled)
45) Jimmy Olsen: A Neglected Superfamily Core Member By The Fans
46) A Parental Bond and Parental Worry: Clark Kent & Jimmy Olson
47)  Trust and Betrayal: Clark Kent Losing a Child’s Trust
48) Help I Think I Accidentally Adopted A College Student What Do I Do
49) A Brief Dissection of the Broad Symbols the DC Hero’s Stand For and Goals they Want: Personal Characterization Help
50) Anger Feels The Same As Happiness (The Feeling Is Just As Intense) (Bart Allen)
51) Shadows of the Future, Traces of the Past: Bart Allen is Not Okay (YJ cartoon)
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