Always win
Pairing | Dick Grayson x reader
Summary | I had the idea of reader being the only person who’s ever been able to beat Dick in a fight and I needed it lmao so here it is.
Warnings | canon level violence (barely lmao)
Words | 800
Notes | I imagine reader and Dick dating but that’s never explicitly stated or hinted at so feel free to think of it however you want! If the fighting is confusing for anyone, just picture something Natasha Romanoff would do :)
Ao3 link | <3
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“Again.”
Jason groaned as he got up from the floor and let out an annoyed huff. Dick stood there with his arms crossed, waiting for his attack. When the younger boy came running at him, Dick easily dodged it and sent him to the floor once again.
“You’re getting angry.” He said simply, offering Jason a hand to get up that was slapped away.
“I wonder why.” He deadpanned, looking at him with a scowl. “I’m sick of this!” He exclaimed as he stood up. “And how come she never has to do any training?” He pointed an accusing finger at you and you froze, spoon and yogurt still in your mouth. After a beat you removed it and continued eating, waiting for Dick’s response.
“She does. But she doesn’t need as much as you and the rest of the team.”
“Bullshit! We’ve never even seen her fight yet.” He crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at the older man who reluctantly turned to you. A smile grew on your face.
“Can I?” You asked, excited to finally show everyone why you’re on the team. He sighed and looked away for a moment as he thought.
“Fine.”
“Yes!” You quickly put down your food and rushed to the mat in the center of the floor. “I think the rest of the team should watch too.” You bit your lip to contain your smirk but he saw right through you. Before he could protest, Jason was already leaving the room to go get them. You did a quick warm up as he watched you with his arms crossed.
“You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” He raised his brows and the corners of your lips turned up.
“Of course not. This is simply to show the team why I’m here.” You said innocently, making him scoff. The rest of the team entered the room and stood by the wall, waiting.
“Are we finally going to see you fight?” Rachel asked as a smile grew on her face.
“Yup. And I for one, am very very excited to give you all an opportunity to see this up close and personal.” You grinned, glancing at Dick. The team was confused but you didn’t bother explaining, they’ll see soon enough.
“Ready?” You asked and he raised his fists. You stood there patiently, both of you in a silent stand off for who will start. Finally he threw the first punch which you easily dodged. The rest of the sparring continued pretty much like that. He would do a kick or a leg sweep or another fancy move that usually had people on their backs in seconds. And you would dodge them all, sometimes giving a counter attack.
The second time he swung his leg at your head, you grabbed it and leaned into the motion, then swiped your foot through his leg on the ground, making him land flat on his back with a chorus of surprised “oohs” and an “oh shit” from Jason. When your head turned toward the noises, he landed a kick to your stomach, making you stumble back and giving him the opportunity to get up.
You quickly recovered and ran forward, then stepped on his thigh and brought your other leg up to knee his chin, using the momentum to turn your body and land on your feet facing away from him. The force knocked him down again but he did a kick up just as you turned back to him.
The second he was on his feet, you grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him into you. Using your grip on his body, you lifted your legs up behind him and wrapped them around his neck. From there you just let gravity do the work. You landed on your side as he was flipped onto his back with his head still between your legs. You only released him when he tapped out.
“I hate when you do that one.” He muttered and you grinned. He stood, then offered you a hand to help you up.
“I know. That’s why I do it.” You finally turned back to the rest of the group who were all just standing their with their mouths open.
“I’ve never seen anyone beat you in a fight.” Gar finally said, still staring at you in awe.
“Don’t get used to it.” He said sternly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“So, Jason, if you still think I need more training do you want to go next?” You asked, raising your brows and watching his cheeks flush.
“I think I’m good with Dick actually.” He said, crossing his arms and not meeting your gaze, making the corners of your lips turn up.
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how about instead of reverse isekai where Reader has a huge mansion and is a billionaire at 19
reader is this hanging by a thread strives of caffeine STEM major who hasn’t eaten actual food in months living with their bestie in a college dorm
~I m a g I n e~
you’re just on your (what? Fifth?) cup of coffee for the night (we’ll it’s actually 4:30) and all the sudden you get flashbanged like discord light mode and a character who you’re pretty sure isn’t supposed to be real. Is real.
on your lap.
staring at you
well, damn it, you’re too tired to deal with this anyways
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Shadow wrote diaries. He didn’t believe in his own memory. It was not like he could sit down at the desk at the end of the day and record everything due to his unpredictable work schedule as a G.U.N. agent; he attended to this matter once he’d got time, writing down mostly facts, occasionally his thoughts and feelings. He was still learning to understand his feelings. He kept the diaries in the most unfrequented drawer, strictly in order, and never read them again.
Sonic somehow found the diaries during one of his many visits to Shadow’s apartment and only realized what he was reading after flipping through a few pages.
“Sorry! Didn’t know these were your diaries.”
“That’s okay, you can read them. They’re boring stuff, anyway.”
“No entries about secret agent under cover missions?”
“You do know a thing called non-disclosure agreement, do you?”
“Am I in them? Do you write about me, too, Shadow?”
“What kind of stupid question is this.”
“So you do write about me!” Sonic grinned widely.
“You are annoying, is what I’m going to write down.” Shadow pretended to be annoyed. In this moment he knew for sure he was in love and happy, and it was moments like this that he wanted to hold on to—moments like this that he feared would be lost.
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