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[gay-dorito-dust]

Hiii how are you? Could i please request a jealousy fic with jason and dick, like how would they react? What would they do about it? I'm sorry its reallyyy cliche, but i love it anyway💕

Hi anon! I’ve been fine, been taking lots of power naps whenever I can, especially after work, but I’ve fine.

Jason’s jealously more or less comes from a place of insecurity.

He fears that one interaction with the right guy/ girl/ whomever would be enough to make you see that there were better options out there than him.

He never doubts your loyalty to him, never. He wasn’t that pathetic. He just didn’t trust everyone else that even looked at you in the same light as he did on the daily, and it was extremely evident when Jason didn’t like the looks of someone; Furrowed brows over narrowed judging eyes, his form practically towering over you protectively as he stares down the person whom he believes might take you from him.

His protectiveness tends to spike up periodically the moment he see the person get a little too close for comfort and he would clench his jaw to prevent himself from saying something he might regret later on; Jason tries to restrain himself for your sake but it was blatantly obvious that he was on the brink of exploding.

So when you both got home Jason didn’t waste any time in letting you know how he felt during the entire interaction after having forced himself to hold his own tongue.

‘Did you find that person attractive?’ He’d ask.

‘No.’ you said. ‘were you jealous?’

‘I thought me staring down the poor bastard was evident enough.’ Jason scoffs and you hugged his waist all the while pressing reassuring kisses at the base of his neck, when his hands reached to hold yours and intertwine your fingers together.

‘I know that you know I love you very much, no one else catches my eye when I have you,’ you reassured as you pressed another kiss to his neck, ‘my beautiful boy, my beautiful jay birdie.’ You added in a whisper as Jason felt the last remnants of jealously fade away into the background with every kiss you gave him.

‘Are you sure you can see yourself being with me? long term I mean.’ He then says as he squeezed your hands in his search of comfort from you and it broke your heart when he didn’t see himself the way you did, but you were more then willing to kiss and cuddle away his troubles if it meant reminding him of his worth.

‘Without question.’ You confidently told him, squeezing his hands. ‘I don’t see myself with anyone else but you because even though you may not think it, you are more then enough and you are not broken, to me you are whole and you are perfect.’ You finished by pressing a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades and resting your head there as you focused on his breathing.

‘Can…can we just forget about all this and just cuddle like any other cliche couples do?’ Jason asked, finding himself feeling a lot better upon hearing you laugh against his back as a smile crossed his face.

‘Sure big guy.’ You replied. ‘We can go cuddle now.’

And with that Jason was quick to pick you up in his arms and carry you off towards the bedroom where you inevitably feel asleep in the other’s arms, happy and content.

Dick wasn’t one to speak up on his emotions much, which was something that he knew he could better work on for the sake of your relationship with him.

He’s seen himself in the mirror. He knows his own appeal very well but physical appearance were secondary to you as it was his personality that won you over in the end. However he knew that beauty was subjective and that one day you might come across someone more physically appealing than him.

He’d act as though nothing was wrong but if you could easily tell something was off by just his stance alone, crossed arms over chest and a look in his eyes, as though he was trying to deduce the person you were trying to have a civil conversation with.

He may stand close to you and put a hand on your waist or throw an arm over your shoulders, pull you into his side and press a kiss to your forehead with a smile plastered across his face, but he wouldn’t say a word in hopes that would be enough to get across to the person that you were very much taken.

Upon arriving home however, Dick acts he wasn’t even remotely jealous to begin with, despite the glaring fact that he very much was.

‘Me? Jealous?’ He asks incredulously but upon seeing your face, he knew that this act of his had long since stopped working the moment you grew the ability to read him.

‘Yes, you were and you weren’t even trying to make it discreet at all.’ You told him as you settled aside your things on the kitchen counter and sighed. ‘I just wish you would talk to me about these things so that we could get this together like couples should.’

Dick frowned as he moved next to you and gently took your hand in his own, caressing it. ‘I know and I’m sorry that I haven’t been more open and honest with you it’s just-‘

‘You find it difficult to do so I know.’ You cut him off, looking him in the eyes. ‘I don’t blame you for that and I never would, you know that but I just wished that you trust me more to speak to me about these things.’ You tell him as you squeezed his hand. ‘I only want to help you.’

Dick kisses your forehead. ‘I know you do and I appreciate it very much.’ He whispered against your skin. ‘I just don’t know what you see in me sometimes, nor do I understand how you could have possibly put up with me as long as you have given how closed off I can be sometimes.’ He adds as he pulls away, his heart weighing heavily in his chest as he awaits your response.

‘I stay with you because I love you stupid.’ You said softly as you bumped his shoulder with your own. ‘And maybe because Hayley is too cute a pup to ever leave.’

‘I had a feeling Hayley was a major factor in you staying.’ Dick laughed. ‘Can’t say I blame you though, she is indeed very cute.’ He adds as he looks over at the staffy, who was very much fast asleep in her little bed in the living room before looking back to you with gentle eyes. ‘But I’m glad that you did stay. I love you too, dummy.’ He utters softly as he nudged you with his shoulder, vowing to himself to do better by you from this day forth.

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Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader) - Chapter 3

Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader) Reader Insert: she/her pronouns Word Count: 2627 Warnings: death, violence, fighting, bloody wounds, angst, infuriatingly oblivious love interest, slowburn Spoilers: Young Justice Seasons 1-3 plot partially, but it ended in 2022 so catch up.

Y/N Prince - miracle daughter of Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor - and Dick Grayson - first adoptive son of the Batman himself - have been best friends since day one. They went to school together, trained together, kept each other's alter ego secret from everyone else, and they founded the Young Justice alongside their friends together. 

But as time progressed, Y/N and Dick grew up and Y/N found herself wanting more than friendship with Dick. But he never seemed to indicate that he reciprocated her feelings. And when Wally died and Dick abandoned the team, Y/N realised he never would. So she heads to the one place she knows will help her become a stronger warrior so that one day she can take her mother's place: Themyscira.

Two years after his leave, Dick reaches out to his old friends to help him with a mission. But when he finds out Y/N left too, he chases after her in the hopes to bring her back.

However, when the two finally reunite, it isn't as warm as he hopes. Not to mention Themyscira becomes under siege as they go to war against Echidna, the Mother of Monsters in Greek Mythology, and her army of monstrous children.

Will Dick and Y/N be able to put their past behind them and save the Amazons' homeland? Or will they fall, unable to tell one another their true feelings?

~~~

'You are five miles from the estimated target, Master Dick,' Alfred said over the intercom of the Bat Wing.

Immediately upon entering Wayne Manor, Dick had rushed to his childhood room - the one he still used on the occasion he worked with Bruce as the Dynamic Duo, or he needed some space from his duties as Bludhaven's hero - and packed a small duffle of clothes and weapons and ran straight for the Bat Cave. As promised, Alfred had the Bat Wing waiting, ready for take off, and Dick barely greeted the old man before leaving Gotham far behind.

Dick had been flying for almost twelve hours and hadn't slept a wink. Sitting at the control panel with only a wide window of open sea to look at, Dick rubbed his tired eyes as the shadows of sleep flickered in the corners of his vision. He had to stay awake, just a little bit longer at least.

And then... Well, he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.

'Is there anything else you need from me, Master Dick?' Alfred asked.

Dick shook his head initially, then remembered Alfred couldn't see him. 'No, thank you, Alfred,' Dick replied, sitting up straighter in his seat. 'I should be fine from here on out.'

It was quiet for a moment, and Dick thought Alfred had signed off accidentally. But then he spoke. 'Are you sure there is something out here? I know you and your friends' findings seem well-supported, but there is only open ocean. There isn't even an under water volcano or ancient mountain range recorded there.'

'Which makes it an even more suspicious place,' Dick countered. 'Trust me Alfred, there is something out here.'

'Let's just hope Miss Y/N is too, or you'll have wasted Master Bruce's fuel. And I will tell you now, he will not be pleased about that.'

The mention of her name caused Dick's heart rate to increase with anxiety. But he quickly recovered as he scoffed. 'I don't know why he's complaining,' Dick said nonchalantly. 'He's the billionaire of the family, after all.'

'Have you seen the price of fuel these days?'

That caused Dick to chuckle slightly, just imagining the singular raised eyebrow Alfred used to ask the silent question of Are you serious? In that moment, he was once again grateful for Alfred. He barely asked any questions as to why Dick needed the Bat Wing, he just trusted Dick that it was for a good reason. Unlike Bruce, where trust needed to be hard earned, Alfred had always given his trust and love unconditionally.

The Bat Wing suddenly jerked as it seemed to hit something. Or, maybe, something hit it.

'Master Dick, what was that?" Alfred asked, worry lacing his words.

Suddenly alert, Dick brought up the different cameras hidden in the ship to try and find what had cause the sudden shift, but sound nothing.

'I'm not sure, Alfred,' Dick answered, running diagnostics over the ship in case of damage. 'There seems to be no damage to the Bat Wing, and there is nothing on the radar indicating another ship or flying creature of sorts.'

The ship rocked again, and Dick gripped tighter to the control handles as he took the ship off autopilot. 'What in the world!'

'Master Di-,' Alfred said, but his words were glitchy and some parts were coming through slowly. 'A-re yo- all rig-' Alfred was cut off before he could finish.

'Alfred? Alfred,' Dick called, but he got no reply. He slammed the control handles in frustration. 'Damnit.' He was on his own now.

However, his annoyance dissipated at the site he'd only ever seen in books he'd borrowed from Y/N when they were children.

To say Themyscira stood atop a mountain would be an inaccurate description. It was more like Themyscira was the mountain, with a long staircase weaving and winding up the entire mountain from the ivory beach and cerulean waters at the base of it. There were small stone huts with woven roofs closer to the beach, but quickly evolved into larger houses and buildings of impressive white columns and marble. As Dick flew closer to the island, he spotted a large coliseum used for sports and physical trials like the ruins in Greece, and a small amphitheatre next door that no doubt was used for the arts.

Atop Themyscira's mountain could only be the royal palace, held up by intricately carved statues of women and marble columns, decorated in plates of gold and held together by green grape vines that covered the palace walls, the statues, the columns.

The bed time stories he'd heard from Wonder Woman when he and Y/N would have sleepovers was more than his imagination could ever conceptualise, and the few descriptions and drawings of the island in the books he'd read were amateur attempts that held no candle to the real deal.

It was, in a word, paradise.

I must've hit the invisible barrier before, Dick deduced as he took in the sight of it all. That's why communications were knocked. That's why he'd felt so anxious and tired the closer he got. Now that he'd passed through, he felt ten times better.

A beeping pulled Dick out his trance, drawing his attention to the radar. Something was coming at him. Fast.

Dick looked up in time to see a large fire ball flying at him and barely dodged it. It was so hot Dick felt its heat through the window as it scraped by.

'Woah!' Dick cried, angling the Bat Wing so Dick could see where the fireball had come from. And, more importantly, who had thrown it. Down on the ivory beach was a line of catapults set up Dick hadn't spotted before, and he could just make out an army milling about around each catapult as they reloaded the catapults.

Before he knew it, he was swerving as another fireball flew at him, this time catching part of the left wing and melting it. Sirens blared, indicating the damage, but Dick didn't have time to worry about that. The Amazons thought he was a threat. He needed to change that, or he'd be a goner.

Crazy an idea as it was, Dick manoeuvred through the line of fireballs the Amazons catapulted at him towards the beach. Once he was close enough, he turned on the speaker so the outside world could hear him. 'Please, Amazons of Themyscira, I mean you no harm,' Dick announced to them, hoping he sounded genuine. 'I am going to land my aircraft on your shore. I just want to ta-'

He didn't have time as a small boulder connected with the left wing, sending the Bat Wing into a spin that Dick couldn't control. Sirens blared in the cockpit, reds light flashed and his front window lit up with the message SYSTEM FAILURE in bright red letters. The steering was shot, his vision was impaired, so Dick just closed his eyes and braced for impact.

The Bat Wing hit the beach hard, knocking the wind out of Dick for a moment. Once he'd regained his breath and the world had stopped spinning, Dick checked his immediate surroundings. He was in one piece still, and the Bat Wing hadn't exploded. Good start.

Before he could unplug himself, a spearhead stabbed through the glass of the front window, shattering it completely as the Amazon wielding it pulled it out. Dick was temporarily blinded by the sudden invasion of sunlight to his senses, but he still put his hands up in surrender in case they still thought him a threat.

'Please,' he begged through laboured breaths. 'Please, I don't mean you any harm. I just need to talk with someone you might know. Please.'

'Síko órthios, pareísaktes,' a strong voice hissed above him, her words whipping out like a delicate snake. She yanked him from his seat, breaking the seatbelt as she did, and threw him onto white, hot sand.

Vision coming back ever so slowly, Dick saw more figures approaching where he laid on the beach, spears and swords and shields in hand. All women, and all wearing brown leather skirts, sandals, and breast plates and bronze helmets of the ancient greeks. A small crowd formed around him, leaving no room for escape.

Realising this, Dick hauled himself to his feet and spun around to survey the group with his hands raised. The women ranged from youthful to mature, but all of them looked capable of killing him should he dare run. Capable, and willing.

'Poios eísai esý?' a woman with long brunette hair asked. She looked slightly older than him, perhaps mid to late 20s. But knowing how old Wonder Woman had lived for already, Dick was almost sure all of the women surrounding him were much older than they appeared.

I really regret not taking those Greek classes with Y/N now, he thought to himself, not having a clue what the woman had asked him. When he didn't reply though, she repeated her question but with more annoyance and aggression, pointing her spear towards his chest.

'I am Dick Grayson,' he said, not sure if they could understand him or not. 'I mean you no harm. Please, I must talk with someone you know... Do you understand me?'

The blank faces he received in return were answer enough. The brunette turned to two other women beside her, whispering to one another. It only lasted a moment, for then the brunette raised her spear higher towards Dick's throat. The rest of the women also raised their weapons, all pointed at him.

'Ánthropos apó to exoterikó,' she announced for all to hear, her delivery final and true, 'edó tha petháneis!'

Just as she raised her spear, Dick threw his hands up again and cried, 'Y/N!'

He waited for pain, for the sensation of falling and then nothing, but it never came. The brunette paused, spear still raised above her, and looked at him curiously.

'Pós gnorízeis tin prinkípissá mas?' she asked, and to Dick's surprise, he recognised one word. Prinkipissá. Princess.

'Yes,' he said, seizing potentially his only chance at surviving. 'She would be your princess. Sorry, your prinkipissá. Daughter of your champion, Diana.'

At the mention of the mighty Wonder Women, the brunette lowered her weapon entirely and turned to the other women as quiet murmurs broke out amongst the group. Dick wasn't sure what he'd started, but he knew they knew of who he spoke of, and what power her name held. Not just anybody could wield her name.

'I came here to speak with Prinkipissá Y/N,' Dick continued, and then he put his hands together as if he were about to pray. 'Please, can you lead me to her? Is she even here?'

The brunette and her two friends looked him up and down for a moment before consulting one another one last time. After what felt like an eternity, the brunette stepped forward and looked him dead in the eyes.

'Piáste ton!' she cried, and two women grabbed both his arms, ensuring he couldn't escape. 'Tha ton páme stin prinkípissá mas.'

She then turned away, and Dick was lead by the arms after her and the rest of the crowd. He managed look over his shoulder to see the wreckage of the Bat Wing. The left wing was one metal sheet away from tearing off completely, and the shattered glass and the many dents in the side of the ship just added to Dick's dismay. Oh yeah, Bruce is going to be pissed.

If the Amazons let him live and he ever got off the island, Bruce would definitely make sure Dick suffered long and hard.

Dick was lead up hundreds and hundreds of steps, walking through the bustling city of women and young girls all going about their daily lives. For some reason, it was off putting to Dick to see women and children doing the washing or playing games in the open street. He wasn't sure why, but he envisioned the whole island as warrior women who all fought and died for each other and their home.

They could probably still whoop my ass, he thought as he was marched by some children who were previously playing a game with some dice and a ceramic cup before he came along and stole their attention. It came to Dick's mind that these young girls probably had never seen a male before, and so he smiled at them as kindly as he could. Some of the children smiled back, others had their mothers nearby collect them and take them inside. Dick couldn't blame them for it. Wouldn't he do the same for his child if the roles were reversed.

Why the hell am I thinking about children right now? he asked himself, but he didn't have time to ponder the question as they quickly walked up a final set of stairs into an open field of green covered in warrior women training. When the whole group stopped, Dick was brought to such a startling halt that he thought his arms were going to pop out of their sockets. Thank God for that, he thought, feeling his legs ache with all the climbing. Or is it Zeus I should thank? Maybe Hera? Athena?

The brunette raised her spear, and those not holding Dick prisoner did the same. 'Prinkipissá,' she called out above the din of all the sparring and training. 'Échoume kápoion gia esás.'

Dick wasn't sure who the brunette was talking to at first, but then his gaze settled on a group of women just ahead of them. It seemed it was a six-versus-one situation, as six women surrounded one young woman with familiar H/C hair. The six women ran at the young woman in the middle, all taking swings with their fists and swords, aiming for her head and legs and mid section. While the young woman took a few punches, she didn't flinch with pain. She would just grab her attacker's wrist and flip her over and slam her into the ground.

The fight only lasted a minute, and ended with the H/C haired pointing a sword at her final opponent's throat as she pressed her to the ground with her foot.

When she flipped her hair as she turned to face their group, only then did Dick fully realise who it was.

'Y/N!' he cried out, the brightest smile spreading across his face. Two years since he'd last seen her, his best friend. After the not-so-very-warm welcome, he was beyond relieved to see a familiar face.

But instead of reciprocating his smile with the one he'd always admired since they were children, Y/N paled as if she had seen a ghost. Her whole body seemed to freeze up as her eyes connected with Dick's, and for a moment Dick feared he had mistaken some poor girl for his best friend.

But her shock melted away, and Dick was met with angry eyes and a stony face. Oh, yeah. That's Y/N. He couldn't recall the amount of times he'd seen that expression before, but there was no mistaking it.

His fear turned towards himself as she suddenly, with sword still in hand, stormed towards him, ignoring the other women around her still training.

'Y/N, it's me Dick,' he said, just in case she hadn't recognised him, but still she came at him, raising the sword to her side. 'Wait, what are you doing?

As she stood a step from him, she changed her grip on the sword's hilt and swung the butt of it at his head.

'Hey! Don't-'

The last thing he saw were Y/N's angry eyes of E/C before pain exploded from his right temple and darkness overcame him.

~~~

Síko órthios, pareísaktes = On your feet, outsider

Poios eísai esý? = Who are you?

Ánthropos apó to exoterikó, edó tha petháneis! = Man from the outside, you will die here!

Pós gnorízeis tin prinkípissá mas? = How do you know our princess?

Piáste ton! = Grab him!

Tha ton páme stin prinkípissá mas = We shall take him to our princess

Échoume kápoion gia esás = We have someone for you

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[serafilms]

song 69! loser of the year (simple plan) + dick grayson requested by @celamoon (2023 spotify wrapped event) (this works so perfectly holy shit?? also hi cressie ilysm i’m such a big fan)

you make me wanna shut it all down, throw it all away, ‘cause i’m nothing if i don’t have you

Dick Grayson has no shortage of blessings.

He wakes up every day with a full head of silky hair, skin glowing and a bank account fuller than that house on Full House. He has a great job (that he doesn’t even need. Thanks, Bruce) and great friends, old ladies love him and even his smile has been known to make a few people faint.

He’s a celebrity. His life is great. He’s on top of the world.

So why is he still staring at his phone, waiting for the screen to light up?

Because of you. You, his good friend of three years and silly little crush of one.

Yesterday, his life was perfect. He’d met up with you in the city because you’d promised to help him get his new tux for the next gala. He’d made a few jokes and got to see your smile, and got to meet a few fans on the street. Then, when the two of you were sat in a coffee shop, he looked over at you and his heart stopped.

The sunlight was caught perfectly on your face, lighting up your eyes and bouncing off your hair and god, he was so down bad.

Well, no time like the present, he’d thought.

The conversation lasted about one excruciating minute, before you were throwing a few bills on the table, giving him an apologetic look and walking out the door.

“I’m in love with you,” he’d said.

“I need to think about it,” you’d replied.

His world has slowly been crumbling ever since.

Yeah, his hair and skin are still perfect, his bank account is still loaded and everything else in his life is totally fine, but none of it seems as useful anymore.

His phone buzzes and Dick lunges for it.

Jason: hey

Jason: when r u coming for the gala

Jason: damian’s extra homidical today

He frowns down at the screen. That doesn’t seem good. He shoots back a quick idk and promptly mutes the conversation so he isn’t baited again.

He’s alone with his thoughts for long enough to start thinking about his next move. Dick is starting to think you’ll never give him an answer, and you’re just ghosting him now to avoid rejecting him. Therefore, the obvious solution would be to move far, far away from Gotham. Nightwing will just have to relocate. The Bats will be fine without him.

Maybe Hawaii? No, still too close. Somewhere in Europe, maybe? Or is that too high profile a place for a celebrity? Australia seems nice. The sun would be good for his tan. He could live in a little house by the beach. Learn to surf. A simple life.

Without you, he doesn’t think he has much need for any luxuries. He’d give it all up for you if you wanted, he’d give it all up if he didn’t get you anyway. He’s nothing without you. Money or not, he’s a total loser.

There’s an incessant knocking on his door and he groans.

“Oh, come on, Jason! Did you really need to come to my apartment to drag me out?”

He makes his way to the door and throws it open, preparing to see the face of his annoying younger brother. His scowl drops instantly.

You’re standing there, all dressed up, a bouquet in your hands.

“Hi,” you say, smiling shyly, “I was wondering if you might need a date to the gala.”

Dick grins, grabs you by the waist, and pulls you in for a kiss.

He guesses he won this time.

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[sanguineterrain]

For the drabbles!!

Can you walk? I need you to walk for me! With Dick, if that sounds interesting to you!!

Loved the Drabble you posted, you’re a talented writer!

thanks very much nonnie 🥺❤️ wanted to switch it up and whump dickie boy >:)

"can you walk? i need you to walk." - dick grayson x gn!reader. tw: injured dick, bullet wound, reader tasers a bad guy. dick's not dead i prommy!! Loosely based on the Nightwing 2021 comics.

prompt lists are here! i reblog all fics to @sanguinelibrary

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You wake up to the beeping of the distress signal. Instantly, you're awake, fumbling for the comm bud to put in your ear.

"—in, do you copy? Nightwing needs help, he's—"

"Where is he, Babs?" you ask, flinging the sheet off of your legs and jumping into your suit.

"Blüdhaven City Hall."

"What the hell? Alone?"

Barbara sighs. "Yes. I didn't know until the mayor texted."

Anger flares. You tamp it down because Barbara hasn't done anything wrong, and it's not fair to snap at her for Dick's stupid choices.

Besides, the anger is only to mask the chilling fear that bubbles up.

You stick to the rooftops like Dick himself had taught you when you were first getting the hang of the vigilante thing. You're more like Barbara in that you prefer to stay on the sidelines and help.

But if Dick is in trouble, you're there.

Your heart pounds; you can barely hear the instructions Barbara's giving you as you approach City Hall.

"Is he conscious?" you ask, interrupting her.

She doesn't answer at first.

"Oracle," you press, gritting your teeth as you descend down the roof access stairs. "Is he awake?"

"I don't know. I lost his comm link."

The fear sharpens. Your heart beats so fast, you're afraid you might collapse.

"He's alive, though. His suit vitals are still elevated."

You run faster, flying down the stairwell. It takes some searching to find Dick since his mask camera is also destroyed, according to Barbara. But you manage to track him down relatively fast.

Dick is bound to a chair, puddles of blood at his feet. You rush over and pull at the knots without thinking, growing frustrated when they don't turn loose.

"Blade on your left side."

You startle hard at Dick's voice. He lifts his head slowly and you stifle a gasp at his face. One of the lenses of his mask is cracked. His cheek is bloody and nearly black with bruises. His suit is torn and dirty.

They'd left him for dead.

"I found him, Babs."

You hear her sigh of relief. She starts to organize your exit route. You're only half listening as you slice through the ropes with the blade you forgot you had in your left pocket.

Dick's arms hang at his sides even after you free them. They'd done a number on him.

He watches you as you free his legs next.

"Suit looks good on you," he says, head lolling. "Peak design, if y'ask me."

"You're so stupid," you say, bowing your head so he can't see the tears that sting your eyes. "This was an idiotic thing you did, Dick."

"Alias names only in the field," he reminds you.

You yank the rope harder than you mean to and free his legs.

Dick has to use his whole body to push himself off of the chair. Even so, he stumbles, and you rush to catch him. Your heart jumps to your throat. Of course he'd hide how bad his injuries are.

"Oracle, call Batman."

"No," Dick grits, shaking his head. "Don't call him."

"You can barely move. I can't carry you myself."

You wish you could. As furious as you are, you'd carry him home.

"Am I calling him?" Barbara asks in your ear.

A door slams somewhere upstairs. Cold sweat erupts all over your body. Dick looks at you, and you know he heard it too.

"Guys, am I calling Batman or not?"

"No, we can do it," you say against your better judgment. "Can you move?"

Dick nods rapidly, though you don't totally believe him. You sling an arm under his arm, then wrap your other arm around his waist. He puts nearly all of his weight on you, though you can tell he's using what little strength he has left to try and shift his weight.

The two of you go like that, Dick half limping. You try not to think about how his blood stains your suit.

You move slowly, which unfortunately means that the goon upstairs catches up to you. He pulls out a gun, and Dick shoves you aside before you can advance. He pays the price for it when the goon shoots his leg.

Dick screams.

Quick as Flash, you grab an escrima stick and charge the taser to two thousand volts. Then you ram it into the goon's gut.

He drops like a sack of potatoes. You don't check if he's breathing.

"We don't kill," Dick says as you return the stick to his back holster.

You harshly cut the goon's shirt with your blade and tourniquet Dick's bullet wound. He hisses in pain.

"I didn't kill him," you snap.

"You could've. What the hell was that?"

"That was me stopping him before he blew your brains out!" you shout. "That was me making sure the commissioner doesn't have to fish your body out of the river!"

Dick's head thumps against the wall. His suit is slick with blood. "That wouldn't have happened."

"You could've died tonight, Dick! Why can't you get that through your head?"

His eyes close for too long on the next blink. You kneel in front of him immediately, shaking his shoulder. He grunts.

"Dick, no. Wake up. Don't do this, you gotta stay awake for me."

"'M awake," he says groggily. "I'm..."

"Oracle," you say, panicked. "Vitals."

"His heart rate is sluggish; he's lost a lot of blood. You have to—"

"Dick," you say, shaking his shoulder again. "Dickie, you gotta get up. Can you walk? I need you to walk for me."

"'Kay," he whispers, barely lifting his arm.

"Okay, I've got you. Ready? One, two—"

You lift him and stagger under his full weight.

"Sorry," he murmurs, and you feel sick.

"It's okay. You don't have to apologize. I shouldn't have yelled, I'm sorry. Stay awake, okay?"

He hums. You manage to establish a decent gait between the two of you. Dick stumbles along, trying his best to walk independently.

You're almost out of City Hall when Dick collapses. This time, he doesn't get up.

"No, no. Wake up, Dick, wake up. Come on, come on!"

You shake him as hard as you'll let yourself. Dick doesn't stir.

"There's so much blood," you say, your hands sticky with it. "B-Babs..."

"I'm sending help right now. B's on his way, okay?" She sounds just as wrecked as you feel. "Just hold on."

You cradle Dick's head and suck in gasping breaths, keeping pressure on his thigh.

That's how Batman finds you, shaking and hunched over his son.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson fanfiction #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #nightwing imagines #batman fanfiction #dc fanfiction #inbox #blurb

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

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

comfort came against my will - series masterlist coming soon

pairing: dick grayson x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.1k

genre: fluff, comfort

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?" he prods gently.

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

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

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

#smsn.writes #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #richard grayson #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson fanfiction #dick grayson fluff #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #nightwing x y/n #nightwing imagines

[angelltheninth]

Please ,I love your writing I need Dick Grayson proposing to reader

I'll think up of the cutest proposal then!

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, marriage proposal, surprises, Dick Grayson being cute, Dick Grayson being romantic

A/N: I'm probably never getting married but I can think about it. I think it's cute.

Measures your finger by comparing it to his, he does this by pushing his palm against yours and then intertwining your fingers together

He plays this off by kissing your hand right after

Buys the ring while on a week long mission, that way you never suspect him, he doesn't need to sneak out anywhere

Almost loses the ring box while fighting the bad guys

The only reason he didn't tell you he was coming back early like he usually would is because he wanted you to get to see the clues he left in your home

You didn't think he'd just ask you to marry him the old fashioned way, right

No, he wants you to follow the clues to the rooftop where you shared your first kiss

When you see him standing there, still in his Nightwing outfit but with a little bow-tie and flowers in hand you can't help but think how cute and funny he looks

You go in to kiss him but before you get to him he tells you to stop

Even more confusing is the fact that he doesn't hand you the flowers, he tosses them to you in one graceful move

When you catch them you see that he's no longer standing where he was, he's in front of you, one one knee and presenting you with the ring he bought

So, will you make him the happiest man on any Earth and marry him

Or did he go overboard with the proposal

In that case he'd be happy to do it all over again, but you have to act surprised

#dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dc comics x reader #titans x reader #dick grayson imagine #nightwing imagines #dc comics imagine #titans imagine #dick grayson headcanons #nightwing headcanon #dc comics headcanons #titans headcanons #dick grayson fluff #nightwing fluff #dc comics fluff #titans fluff #x reader

[dc-and-arfrona]

Night Time - Headcannons - Batboys

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Bat Boys x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 2.3k+

Masterlist

Summary: Your gifts to them after a night of patrol. 

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Jason Todd - Home Cooked Meal

After a long and exhausting night of patrolling Gotham City, Jason Todd, the Red Hood, returned to the sanctuary of his home, a mix of weariness and anticipation coursing through his veins. He opened the door and was immediately greeted by the enticing aroma of a home-cooked meal that filled the air.

As he entered the kitchen, he found you, the person who held his heart, standing there with a warm smile on your face. The sight of you preparing a delicious feast tugged at Jason's heart, washing away the fatigue of the night's battles.

"Welcome home, Jason," you said, your voice filled with affection. "I thought you could use a good meal after tonight."

Jason's lips curled into a grateful smile, his eyes reflecting his love and appreciation. "You always know how to make me feel at home, Y/N. Thank you."

He joined you in the kitchen, stealing a taste of the dish you were preparing. The flavors exploded on his taste buds, a testament to your culinary skills. With every bite, he felt nourished not only by the meal but also by the love and care you poured into it.

As you both sat down to enjoy the meal together, the exhaustion from the night's battles faded into the background. The warmth of the home-cooked food mirrored the warmth that enveloped the space between you, strengthening the bond you shared.

In those moments, Jason realized the true meaning of coming home—finding solace and comfort in your presence, in the simple act of sharing a meal together. The home-cooked meal became a symbol of the love and care you bestowed upon him, a reminder that amidst the chaos of their lives, he had found a haven in your arms.

As you exchanged smiles and conversation, the weight of the night's battles lifted from Jason's shoulders. In your embrace and through the flavors of the meal, he found peace—a respite from the darkness he fought against. He cherished these moments, knowing that they were the threads that wove their lives together, creating a tapestry of love and support.

And so, in the glow of the kitchen, Jason Todd and you discovered that the simplest acts—a home-cooked meal and the shared moments around the table—could heal wounds, rekindle spirits, and remind them of the love that burned bright in their hearts. In each other's presence, they found a home—a place where they could truly be themselves, nurtured by the warmth of love and the taste of a home-cooked meal made with devotion.

Dick Grayson - Pillow Fort

After a grueling night of patrolling Gotham City as Nightwing, Dick Grayson returned to his apartment, his body weary but his spirit alive with anticipation. Little did he know that you, his partner and love, had prepared a surprise that would chase away the weariness and envelop him in warmth.

As he stepped through the door, he noticed a soft glow coming from the living room. Curiosity piqued, he followed the light and discovered a sight that brought a wide smile to his face—a cozy pillow fort filled with blankets, fairy lights, and a collection of his favorite movies.

Dick's heart swelled with joy as he realized what you had done. The thoughtfulness and care behind the gesture warmed his soul, washing away the fatigue of the night's battles. He couldn't help but feel a deep appreciation for the effort you had put into creating this haven of comfort and relaxation.

"You've outdone yourself, Y/N," Dick said, his voice filled with awe. "This is amazing."

You stepped out from behind the fort, a playful grin on your face. "I thought you could use a little relaxation after tonight. Come on, let's unwind and enjoy some movie magic."

Without hesitation, Dick joined you in the pillow fort, sinking into the softness of the cushions and reveling in the cozy atmosphere you had created. The dim lighting, the warmth of the blankets, and the presence of the person he loved turned the living room into a sanctuary—a place where the weight of the world could be momentarily set aside.

As you snuggled close, laughter and whispered conversations filled the air. You shared stories, whispered secrets, and basked in the comfort of each other's company. The movies played in the background, but the real magic was the connection between you and Dick.

In those moments, as they lost themselves in the embrace of the pillow fort, Dick realized the true meaning of home—a place where he could find solace and love, where the weariness of the night could be cast aside in favor of moments of pure joy and relaxation.

Together, you created memories—moments that would be etched in their hearts forever. In the gentle glow of the fairy lights and the soft whispers that filled the fort, Dick Grayson and you discovered the power of simple pleasures—a pillow fort and movie night became a symbol of their love and the sanctuary they had created together.

As the night wore on, Dick's weariness transformed into a profound gratitude for the person who had brought this beautiful moment into his life. With every laugh shared and every stolen glance, their love grew stronger, nourished by the comfort of the pillow fort and the magic of movie night.

And so, in the embrace of the fort, Dick Grayson and you found respite from the darkness of Gotham, a safe haven where their love could bloom. In each other's arms and in the flickering light of the movies, they discovered the true power of home—a place where they could be themselves, surrounded by the warmth of love and the gentle embrace of a cozy pillow fort.

Tim Drake - Coffee 

After a long and demanding night of patrolling Gotham City as Red Robin, Tim Drake returned to his residence, a mix of exhaustion and appreciation coursing through his veins. He opened the door, expecting to find a familiar mess of books and gadgets scattered about. Instead, he was met with a pleasant surprise.

The house was impeccably clean, everything in its place. The sight instantly eased the tension in Tim's shoulders, a smile of gratitude gracing his lips. He could see your thoughtful touch in every corner, in the tidy rooms and the polished surfaces.

As he made his way to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Tim's senses awakened, and he spotted a cup waiting for him on the counter—a steaming mug of decaf coffee, perfectly prepared to his liking.

Tim couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth and love. The consideration you had shown him, taking care of the chores and providing him with a comforting beverage after his patrol, touched him deeply. It was a testament to the bond you shared, a connection that extended beyond the mask and cape.

With a grateful sigh, Tim settled into a chair at the kitchen table, cradling the cup of decaf coffee in his hands. The warmth seeped into his palms, matching the warmth he felt in his heart. As he took a sip, the rich flavors danced across his taste buds, providing a moment of solace and comfort.

In that quiet moment, Tim's weariness faded into the background. The clean house and the cup of decaf coffee became symbols of your love and care, a reminder that amidst the chaos of their lives, he had found a haven in your presence.

As you joined him at the table, Tim's gaze met yours—a silent expression of gratitude and affection. He didn't need words to convey his appreciation; the gentle smile on his face said it all.

Together, you shared a peaceful moment, savoring the quietude and the gentle companionship. The clean house and the decaf coffee became touchstones in their relationship, reminders that even in the face of darkness and danger, love could create pockets of serenity and understanding.

And so, in the gentle embrace of a clean home and the comfort of a cup of decaf coffee, Tim Drake and you discovered the true meaning of love—a partnership built on consideration and support. In each other's presence, they found a sanctuary—a place where they could recharge and find solace, nourished by the warmth of love and the taste of a perfectly brewed cup of coffee.

Damian Wayne - Night Cuddles 

After a long and challenging night of fighting crime as Robin, Damian Wayne returned to the comforts of the Wayne Manor. As he entered his room, a familiar sight brought a small smile to his face—the bed was made with precision and care, a soft glow emanating from the bedside lamp.

Beside the bed, his loyal companion Ace, the Bat-Hound, eagerly wagged his tail, sensing his return. Damian's heart swelled with warmth, knowing that you, the person who held his heart, had prepared everything for a night of peaceful rest and the comfort of shared cuddles.

As Damian approached, Ace jumped onto the bed, settling himself in anticipation. Damian couldn't help but appreciate the thoughtfulness behind your actions. The meticulously made bed and the calming ambiance set the stage for a moment of respite—a sanctuary from the trials of their crime-fighting endeavors.

Climbing onto the bed, Damian wrapped his arms around Ace, feeling the softness of his fur against his fingertips. He couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity, a calmness that washed away the weight of his responsibilities.

And just as he settled in, you joined them on the bed, a gentle smile on your face. Damian's eyes met yours, a silent expression of gratitude and affection. The world outside may have been chaotic, but here, in this moment, he found solace and a sense of belonging.

With Ace snuggled against his side and you resting against his other, Damian experienced a moment of tranquility. The warmth of the embrace and the comfort of shared affection brought a sense of peace to his heart. The trials and tribulations of their lives seemed to fade away, replaced by a profound connection—a reminder that love could thrive even in the midst of darkness.

As Damian drifted off to sleep, the bed made with care and the nightly cuddles with Ace and you became symbols of comfort and security. They were reminders that, no matter the challenges they faced, there was a haven waiting—a place where he could find solace, embraced by the love of those closest to him.

And so, in the gentle embrace of a perfectly made bed and the soothing presence of Ace and you, Damian Wayne and you discovered the true meaning of love—a sanctuary built on trust, understanding, and shared affection. In each other's arms, they found a respite—a place where they could recharge and find solace, surrounded by the warmth of love and the unconditional support of their loyal companion.

Bruce Wayne - Bath 

After a long and relentless night of protecting Gotham City as Batman, Bruce Wayne returned to the solace of Wayne Manor, his body aching from the battles fought in the shadows. As he made his way to the master suite, he was met with a sight that filled his heart with gratitude and anticipation.

You, the person who had captured his heart, had prepared a luxurious bath, the warm water cascading from the ornate taps, filling the room with a soothing ambiance. Candles flickered, casting a soft glow that danced along the walls, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.

Bruce's eyes met yours, and a genuine smile played upon his lips. The tension that had gripped his body began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of calm as he realized the depth of your thoughtfulness.

"You've outdone yourself, my love," Bruce said, his voice filled with appreciation. "This is exactly what I need after a night on patrol."

You stepped closer, your presence comforting and grounding. "I thought it would help you relax and ease the weariness from your body. Let me take care of you, Bruce."

Without hesitation, Bruce shed his suit, the weight of the night's battles fading with each discarded piece of armor. He stepped into the warm embrace of the bath, the soothing water enveloping his tired muscles. As he settled, you joined him, the fragrant scent of bath oils filling the air.

Silence settled between you, broken only by the soft lapping of water and the steady beating of their hearts. Bruce's eyes met yours, conveying a depth of gratitude that mere words could not express. In your presence, he found a sanctuary—a respite from the darkness that consumed his nights.

As you gently washed away the dirt and fatigue from his skin, Bruce allowed himself to lean into the tenderness, embracing the vulnerability that came with allowing someone to care for him. The weight of the cowl and the burden of Batman were momentarily set aside, replaced by the intimacy and comfort of the moment.

In the quietude of the bath, a connection deepened—an unspoken language of love and understanding. You saw beyond the mask and into the vulnerable heart of the man beneath, tending to his physical and emotional wounds with gentle care.

And as the warm water enveloped them, Bruce Wayne and you discovered the power of love—a force that could heal the wounds of the night and soothe the weariness of the soul. In each other's presence, they found solace—a place where they could truly be themselves, embraced by the love and care of the person who saw beyond the façade.

In the realm of tranquil baths and shared intimacy, Bruce Wayne and you found a haven—a place where they could find respite, supported by the warmth of love and the understanding that they were not alone.

#batboy x reader #batboy x you #batboy x y/n #batboy headcannons #dc headcannons #dc universe #dc imagines #batman x reader #tim drake x reader #jason todd x reader #daimian wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #red hood x reader #nightwing x reader #robin x reader #red robin x reader #batman imagines #red hood imagines #red robin imagines #nightwing imagines #robin imagines

[niphredil-14]

Imagine being a villain, getting your ass handed to you by nightwing, and then having to watch him giggle like a little girl and cartwheel away. personally i’d rather just die

#dc #dc comics dick grayson #dc comics #dick grayson #richard grayson #nightwing #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson imagines #nightwing imagine #nightwing imagines

[hanluex]

♡ MARRY ME — DICK GRAYSON

bf!dick x reader | wc : 0.6k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, comedy, fluff, proposal au, mentions of petnames

it was the perfect day to propose.

the sun was shining; the birds were chirping, and you were absolutely sure of your feelings for your boyfriend.

you and dick had been dating for almost five years, and even though you knew you two were still young (at heart, at least), you wanted to propose.

it was just a proposal, after all. you weren't asking to get married that second. maybe in a year, or two … or ten. 

"you've brought me to the woods," dick claimed, smiling teasingly. "are you going to kill me?"

you laughed, shaking your head. dick has always been the clueless one in your relationship, and it was no surprise how oblivious he was now, too.

you'd been hinting about proposals for the past few weeks, and he never caught on to the hints, always focusing on something else.

it was no surprise to you, really. 

this was the exact guy who was surprised when you asked him to be your boyfriend because he thought you guys were always dating.

yep, oblivious and clueless indeed.

"i wouldn't kill you now," you joked. "maybe after we are married, so i can claim your life insurance."

dick chuckled. "ah, so i am being killed," he stated. "just not now." he intertwined your hands, swinging them as you two walked.

a massive hint, yet the man remained clueless.

the two of you finally got towards a clearing in the woods, overlooking the little town you two grew up in.

it was quite a sentimental moment for you as you took in the view, realizing you had come so far with dick and were about to take the next biggest step in both your lives.

"richie, the reason i brought you here today," you paused, taking a breath to calm yourself, "is because i wanted to ask you something."

dick turned away from the view to look at you, an oblivious smile on his face. 

"the location and view seem romantic," he stated, “are you going to propose, y/n?"

you could tell he was trying to tease you with the way he smiled, but not getting a response from you gave away that it was indeed the reason you had brought him there.

"wait … you are not saying no."

"i am not."

"oh, fuck." dick had a look of horror on his face as he realized he had just ruined the surprise for himself. "no, i ruined it! do it again!"

you chuckled, amused by your boyfriend's reactions. "babe, it's fine–" you tried to console him, but he was already pacing around.

"no, no, no." he shook his head, adamant. "you are gonna tell me you have to ask me something again, and i will not jump to conclusions and let you ask the question."

"dick, it's–"

the brunet was already running away, hiding behind a tree as he attempted to fix the proposal he just messed up.

"babe, what are you doing?"

"restarting!" he yelled from behind the tree. "now, call me out, and let's start from the top."

you smiled, knowing then and there that you were making the best decision of your life. 

of course, you wanted to marry richard grayson. how could you not?

"hey, richie. i wanted to ask you something." you played along, stifling your giggles as you watched him peek his head from behind the tree.

his cherry red ears didn't go unnoticed as he looked at you, making it harder for you not to laugh. "yeah, babe. what's up?" he asked, trying to be as nonchalant as he could.

just like you had planned, you held onto your boyfriend's hands before kneeling on the ground. smiling as you looked into his eyes, you asked the question he already knew was coming.

"would you do me the greatest honor and marry me, richard john grayson?"

the brunet smiled brightly, tears glistening in his eyes as he nodded. "of course, i will. you redid an entire proposal for me after all," he said, pulling you up towards him. "how could i ever say no?" 

yep, it was indeed the perfect day to propose.

taglist : @maverick-wingman (to be added, please send a dm or ask!)

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[fandomgirlz01]

My Place In This World Pt. 2

Fireworks

Dick Grayson X Reader

Imagine on my fandom instagram?: No

Prompt?: No

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 8,463 

Ko-fi

Masterlist

Warnings here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date: December 14th, 2023

Post Time: 10:41 pm

Summary: Growing up in Haly's circus and losing their parents in the same night makes the reader and Dick closer than anyone else. Together they go through life having one another's backs though every life change, even eventually becoming Robin and Blue Jay together. What happens when feelings have changed and slowly start to be revealed? 

Y/n’s Pov: 

“Time runs short. You must awaken,” a weird ominous voice speaks. 

“You must awaken now!” The voice shouts and my head shoots up as I open my eyes. 

We all awake with a gasp as we find ourselves locked up in pods. I try pulling at my arms only to find that they’re restrained above my head. I try wiggling my feet only to find that they too are restrained. 

Looking back up, I see the clone standing in front of us just staring at us with a very stoic look on his face. I look over to my left to see Dick next to me and he looks at me. He silently asks me if I’m okay and I nod before silently asking him the same thing, feeling pleased when he nods. 

“What? What— what do you want?!” Wally yells out, making me turn to my right to see him before looking back at the clone. 

“Quit staring. You’re creeping me out,” Wally continues to yell at the clone standing in front of us and I shake my head. 

“Uh, KF, how about we not tick off the guy who can fry us with a look?” Dick calmly asks in a soft tone and I hum in agreement. 

“Listen, we only sought to help you,” Kaldur states in a calm and soft voice. 

“Yeah. We free you, and you turn on us. How’s that for grat—” Wally berates the clone and I roll my eyes. 

“Kid, please, be quiet now,” Kaldur interrupts as he turns to look at him. 

“Yeah. KF, quiet. Even I know now’s not the time to get angry, and I’m the most angry person here,” I add onto Kaldur’s words and Dick scoffs. 

“Blue Jay. Stop. You are not,” he pointedly says with a roll of his eyes. 

“Enough. I believe our new friend was not in control of his actions like we are,” Kaldur cuts in and I look over at Dick with a light smirk when I see him pop out his lock pick from his glove. 

He nods at me and I nod back before pressing the small button in my glove. My lock pick pops out as his had done and we both start quietly working on our shackles. 

“Wha— what if I… what if I wasn’t?” The clone asks in a hesitant tone and Wally’s eyes widen. 

“He can talk!” he shouts in shock and I roll my eyes. 

“Of course he can, KF. He may be a clone, but—” I go to defend it in an annoyed tone, but the clone cuts me off. 

“Yes, he can,” he comments in anger as his fists clench at his side. 

“And I thought I had anger issues…” I mumble with another roll of my eyes. 

“Jay…” Dick warns and I stifle a giggle as I shrug when Dick gives me his disapproval look. 

“Not like I said it,” Wally defends himself and I chuckle, shaking my head. 

“You might as well have, KF,” I exasperate with a roll of my eyes and he huffs. 

“The genomorphs taught you telepathically,” Kaldur asks, changing the subject as he turns his head to look at the clone. 

“They taught me much. I can read, write. I— I know the names of things,” the clone tries to convey what he knows. 

“But have you seen them? Have they ever let you actually see the sky?” Dick asks but pauses for a moment. 

“Or the sun?” I finish Dick’s thoughts, making him look at me before looking back at the clone. 

“Images are implanted in my mind, but no. I have not seen them,” the clone answers in a melancholy tone and I frown. 

“Well, you deserve to see them and feel the heat from the sun,” I tell him in a sympathetic tone, still frowning. 

“Do you know what you are, who you are?” Kaldur asks and the clone seems to stand a little straighter. 

“I am the Superboy, a genomorph, a clone made from the DNA of the Superman created to replace him should he perish…” the clone starts to explain, but pauses. 

“To destroy him should he turn from the light,” the clone finishes explaining and Dick turns to look at me. I frown at him and he shakes his head before looking back at the clone. 

“To be like superman is a worthy aspiration, but like superman you deserve a life of your own, beyond that solar suit, beyond your pod, beyond Cadmus,” Kaldur tries to get our point further across to the clone. 

“I live because of Cadmus! It is my home!” The clone angrily shouts out as he argues back. 

“Your home is a test tube. We can show you the sun,” Dick starts to try explaining what else he can have and I smile. 

“Uh, pretty sure it’s after midnight, but we can show you the moon,” Wally adds on and I roll my eyes in annoyance at the boy for the millionth time. 

“Robin’s point is that we can show you how to have a real life outside these walls,” I add on and Dick smiles softly at me as Wally rolls his eyes. 

“We can show you, introduce you to superman,” Kaldur tells him and for a moment it looks like the clone is thinking about it. 

“No, they can’t,” another voice speaks up, making the clone turn around as we all look up. 

“They’ll be otherwise occupied,” the scientist creepily tells us as he, Guardian and another scientist walk in through the door. 

“Activate the cloning process,” he demands the other female scientist as he and Guardian come to a stop. 

“Pass. Batcav’s crowded enough—” Dick comments and I have to hold back a giggle. 

“Tell me about it, Rob. With you, me, Bats and now Batgirl, I can’t take on any more added to the team,” I agree with him, playfully rolling my eyes and he smirks as I hold back my laughter. 

“And get the weapon back in its pod!” The male scientist demands again as he looks at Guardian, who then starts towards the clone. 

“Hey, how come he gets to call Supey an it?” Wally whines out and I sigh, shaking my head. 

Guardian walks up behind the clone and puts a hand on his shoulder. The clone watches him walk up from the corner of his eye until he touches his shoulder and turns to look at Kaldur. 

“Help us,” Kaldur tells the clone one last time. 

The clone then shoves Guardian's hand off of his shoulder and turns to look at him. He gives him a glare before the scientist walks up behind him. 

“Don’t start thinking now,” the scientist exasperates as he walks past the clone and the genomorph on his shoulder jumps off onto the clone’s shoulder. 

The genomorph’s horns glow and the clone's eyes widen before becoming void of emotion. The scientist moves to stand in front of the clone and comes to a stop. 

“See, you’re not a real boy. You’re a weapon and you belong to me! Well, to Cadmus. Same thing. Now get back to your pod!” The scientist tells him as the horns continue to glow. 

The clone then turns and starts to leave. The door closes behind him and the scientist turns to the woman at the computer station. She types on the keys for a minute before a metal arm with prongs on the end pops up in each of our pods. 

They launch forward towards each of us and before we know it, there’s a shock flowing through our bodies. We each scream out as it seems to last forever. The scientist starts to speak, but it’s hard to make out what he’s saying as we all continue to scream out in pain. 

The scientist talks to the head genomorph that we fought earlier on, but again it’s hard to hear anything as we scream in pain. The pain continues on and on for a while. I look over at Dick and frown harder, wishing I could stop his pain. 

Then I look at Wally and tears well up in my eyes. Last I look at Kaldur, who seems to be whispering something and I wonder what he’s saying. Slowly black starts to take over my vision and closes in slower and slower as I start to feel utterly drained. 

“Sir, this one can’t handle the cloning process. She’s lost far too much blood,” the lady scientist calls out as my eyes droop more and more. 

“Then don’t worry about cloning her. Just get rid of her now then,” the emotionless male scientist barks out and the lady nods solemnly. 

“Don’t you dare touch her. You lay a hand on her and I’ll never let you have a moment of peace again,” Dick growls out in anger and I try to formulate some words to try to comfort him, telling him I won’t go down without a fight, but the words won’t leave my mouth. 

My tongue turns and turns in my mouth, but the more effort I make, the more tired I feel. I look over at Dick one last time before there’s a loud banging noise, making us all look over to see the door being ripped open by the clone. It sparks as he holds it over his head before throwing it aside and suddenly the pain that was flowing through my body stops. I feel a little bit of life flow through me as Kaldur lets out a sigh of relief when he sees the clone and he walks in ominously. 

“I told you to get back to your…” the main scientist starts as he turns and looks at the clone. 

The clone only ignores him and continues towards us, pushing Guardian to the left and the scientist to the right, making them all go flying back into the walls. He stands straight over the scientist, all big and tall. 

“Don’t give me orders!” The clone seethes out before turning and walking closer to us. 

“You here to help us or fry us?” Wally asks and the clone glares at him. 

“Huh, I don’t seem to have heat vision. So I suppose helping is my only option,” the clone smugly tells Wally. 

It’s quiet for a literal second before there’s a loud hiss to my left, making me turn weakly to see Dick finally release himself from his shackles. As soon as his arms and legs are free, his pod opens. He quickly jumps down and starts to rub at his wrists. 

“Aha. Finally, lucky Batman isn’t here. He’d have our heads for taking so long. Right, Jay?” Dick jokes but stops when I don’t reply. 

He slowly turns and looks around before looking up at me. His face falls when he sees me looking down at him tiredly. I give him a soft smile and his eyes widen as he shakes his head. 

“Seriously, that’s what you’re worried about?” Wally deadpans, making Dick look at him. 

“The whole league will have our heads after tonight!” Wally finishes as Dick doesn’t even really listen to him, he just rushes over to the panel with all the buttons and pushes one. 

After he pushes it, there’s a faint buzz before the pods open. Dick then turns to the clone, who looks at him. 

“Free Aqualad. I’ll get Blue Jay then kid mouth,” Dick orders and my vision slowly starts to swim some more. 

“Don’t you give me orders either,” the clone angrily seethes at him before taking a leap over to Aqualad. 

The clone breaks Aqualad’s arm shackles and he falls forward into the clone's arms. Kaldur lets out a small ‘thank you’ before smiling at the clone. As he helps Kaldur the rest of the way, Dick climbs up to the top of my pod and again pops his lock pick out from his glove. 

He quickly picks up where I left off on picking the lock and soon my hands come free along with my feet. I stay in the pod and lean tiredly against the wall of it. Dick quickly climbs down before looking back up at me and I shake my head before sluggishly motioning to Wally. 

Dick gives me a worried glance before nodding at my persistent look. He then goes and climbs up Wally’s and helps him get out. Once Wally is out they all jump down to the floor and the others start to run. 

“Guys, hold on. Blue Jay’s hurt!” Dick yells out, making the others come to a stop. 

They all slowly turn around and Dick now has his back turned to me. They all stay quiet for a moment as I lean against the wall. 

“What do we do? I can’t hack and carry her,” Dick quickly explains through a fearful tone and Kaldur smiles softly at him before he walks over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

“I will carry her. You just worry about hacking. I promise Blue Jay will be safe with me,” Kaldur assures Dick, who nods before looking at the floor for a moment as Wally puts a hand on his shoulder in comfort. 

Kaldur jumps up into my pod and slowly picks me up. He holds me tight before getting ready to jump down, but I stop him. 

“Please make sure he’s alright, Kal…” I whisper out and he chuckles lightly. 

“You are the one hurt and you are making sure he’s ok. You two really are two birds of a kind…” he tells me and I smile weakly at him as I shrug. 

“I love him, what can I say?” I whisper out super quietly as my vision starts to really fade now. 

“You have my word, Blue Jay. You both will make it out okay,” he tells me softly before everything becomes completely dark. 

Dick’s Pov:

Kaldur jumps down with y/n in his arms, but her eyes are closed. I scramble in my utility belt for a moment before finding what I need. Wally gives me a confused look when I pull it out, but I quickly walk over to Kaldur and y/n. 

“What’s that?” Wally asks as I quickly put the tab on y/n’s neck. 

“Heart monitor. Batman made it after the last time she was injured on a mission. He made it so we can make sure she’s still doing ok as we make our way outta here,” I explain as I open my holo computer up on my arm. 

“Woah. That little patch is a heart monitor?” he asks in astonishment and I nod. 

“Yup. Sends the stats right to my computer here so I can hack and monitor it at the same time,” I tell him as I make my holo computer pop up and his eyes widen. 

“That’s so cool! Me and Flash have ours in our suits,” he tells me and I nod in agreement. 

“We have them in ours too, but for some reason hers hasn’t been working, hence why Bats made this… backup,” I explain as I start typing stuff in to bring up the monitor on my computer. 

“So she’s been hurt before?” Wally asks and I swallow back my emotions. 

“Yes. Four missions ago she was hurt badly. Had to be hospitalized for a few days. We’ve been trying to fix hers, but we just can’t figure out why it won’t work after that one mission,” I explain as I continue to type before finally pulling it up. 

“She’ll be ok. She’s a fighter. If you want, me and the Flash gang can take a look to see if we can figure it out for you guys,” Wally tells me and I look up at him in thanks. 

“We should be good to go, but we gotta be fast. She needs medical attention soon,” I tell Kaldur and he nods. 

“Ok. Let’s go then,” he agrees with a nod and before I know it, we’re all running past the scientist who unfortunately seems to wake up. 

“You— you’ll never get out of here! Your friend’s gonna die!” he shouts to us as we run past him. 

“I’ll have you back in pods before morning!” he finishes off as we just make it out of the door. 

“That guy is not whelmed. Not whelmed at all,” I tell Wally as we both come to a stop. 

“What is it with you and this whelmed thing?” he asks as I throw four explosive batarangs. 

“Inside joke with Blue Jay…” I tell him as I begin running again. 

The wing dings perfectly hit the pods before exploding as we continue running away. We quickly catch up to Kaldur and the clone only to keep running. 

“We are still 42 levels below ground, but if we can make the elevator…” Kaldur starts to explain the plan as he runs with y/n in his arms. 

We make it down many halls before we hear a gowling, making us come to a stop when we see the big genomorphs coming our way. We turn around and look behind us to see the bumps on the walls start glowing a bright red. Soon more of the genomorphs start popping out of them and coming towards us. 

The one behind us bangs on the ground quickly, making us all turn and jump back. The clone quickly jumps up and hits one in the face as we run to get around them. The clone quickly stands, ready to fight some more before one punches him down into the floor. 

Kaldur, Wally and I jump over the one and land on the other side before turning to watch the clone start fighting. I look down at my computer and watch y/n’s heartbeat, letting out a sigh of relief when I see it’s still semi-steady, even if she’s passed out. 

“Superboy, the goal is escape, not to bury ourselves here,” Kaldur shouts out to the clone and he continues to fight. 

“You want escape?” Superboy yells out as he turns back to look at us. 

“Aha, yeah, that’s the whole point. Not to mention we have an injured party who needs medical attention soon,” I shout after Kaldur as I point to y/n. 

“Aha!” Superboy yells out as he turns and continues to fight the huge genomorphs. 

“Let’s just keep going,” Wally states and Kaldur hums, nodding in agreement. 

“Kid, take Blue Jay. I need to pry the doors open,” Kaldur tells Wally, who nods before taking y/n from his arms. 

Kaldur walks up to the doors and I turn to Wally. He gives me a look as I hold my arms out. 

“You sure?” he asks and I nod. 

“Yeah. Can’t hack anything right now anyway. I can get us up the shaft so you can climb,” I tell him and he nods before hesitatingly putting y/n into my arms. 

I nod in thanks to him before he takes a leap, landing on the side of the shaft and I shoot my grappling gun. I hold onto y/n with a single arm as tightly as I can while we shoot up the elevator shaft. Superboy grabs onto Kaldur and takes a big leap. 

Once at the end of my grappling gun, I swing lightly before landing on the side and keeping y/n with me. Once on the side, I plop down for a moment and just hold y/n a little closer as I watch Superboy and Kaldur get to about halfway up the shaft before they both start to fall. 

“I— I’m falling,”  Superboy says in shock before they start to fall quicker. 

My eyes widen in shock before I reach into my utility belt and grab a batarang. I quickly toss it at the wall they’re about to fall past and Kaldur reaches out to grab it as he grabs onto Superboy as well. 

“Superman can fly,” Superboy comments in sadness as he and Kaldur hang from the wall. 

“Why can’t I fly?” he solemnly asks as he looks up at Kaldur. 

“Don’t know, but it looks like you can leap tall buildings in a single bound. Still cool,” Wally tells him from beside me now and it’s quiet for a moment. 

My mind quickly wanders to what y/n would have said. She’d probably agree with Wally before making some joke about how it’s cooler then what Wally can do. I hold back a laugh at the thought as Wally helps Superboy down so he’s on the ledge with us. 

“Thank you,” Superboy calmly tells him with shame in his eyes as Kaldur hops onto the ledge right behind him. 

“How’s Blue Jay doing?” Kaldur asks, looking at me and I sigh. 

“Not good. I’ll have to add a bandage around her wound, but I can’t do it here. I need solid ground first,” I inform him and he gives a curt nod. 

“Ok. How much farther until we are out?” he asks me and I go to answer before there’s a loud sound coming from above us. 

“This will have to be our exit!” I quickly shout out and Kaldur nods. 

“Superboy. Help me with these doors!” Kaldur tells him and he nods. 

Together they each kick at one door and they both cave in. I grab onto y/n before we all rush though the new opening in the wall just before the express elevator quickly passes us going down. We all turn back for a moment watching as it passes. 

We then turn back to hall only to see more genomorphs start rushing towards us while growling.  Kaldur takes y/n from me before we all quickly turn to the right and start running again. 

“Go left! Left!” Superboy yells out and we do as he says, turning left before continuing to run. 

“Right!” he yells out again as we again do as he says before coming to a dead end. 

“Great directions, Supey. You trying to get us re-podded?” Wally angrily asks as he turns to Superboy. 

“No. I- I don’t understand…” Superboy replies with confusion laced in his tone. 

“Don’t apologize! This is perfect!” I shout and they all look at me in confusion. 

“How can this be perfect?” Wally asks and I smirk. 

“Take the vent off and we start crawling…” I inform them as I rip the vent off the wall. 

“Ok. You do that, but how exactly do you plan on getting Blue Jay through the vents?” Kaldur asks and I pause a moment. 

“Uhh… here. Tie her to my waist,” I quickly tell him as I pull out a small bit of rope from my utility belt. 

“How exactly is tying her to your waist gonna get her though?” Wally asks in clear confusion and I shrug as I finally close my holo computer. 

“Best thought is that I pull her along as we crawl,” I reply with a shrug. 

“That doesn’t really sound like it’d work to me,” he comments and I shrug. 

“Got any better ideas on how to get her out?” I ask as anger flares up inside me and he throws his hands up in surrender. 

“You're right. Only plan we got, so let’s do it,” he agrees and I sigh. 

“Sorry KF, but it’s that or leave her behind and I’m not too fond of leaving her behind,” I tell him and he nods, putting a hand on my shoulder. 

“I know, Rob. I know. We got this. Let’s get going,” he tells me and I nod as Kaldur now hands me the rope. 

I take it and pause a moment before hesitantly tying the rope around myself. I look at Kaldur and he gives me a nod of confirmation. 

“I’ll be right behind you. I’ll make sure she sticks with you. Do not worry,” he tells me and I nod, taking a deep breath before climbing up into the small air shaft. 

Once inside, I turn around and Kaldur quickly passes y/n up to me. I slowly pull her though before turning back to start crawling as best as I can. Kaldur climbs in right after us and quickly props y/n up against me so she’s not full on laying on the bottom of the air shaft. 

I continue to slowly crawl, trying to keep her from moving too much. Soon both Superboy and KF are following us in and we all slowly keep crawling. 

“Ah, at this rate we’ll never get out,” Wally comments after a while of crawling. 

“Kid, not now,” Kaldur sternly tells him. 

“Shh. Listen,” Superboy tells us and we all pause to listen. 

Suddenly there’s a sound coming and we all quickly figure out that it’s genomorphs crawling after us. I look at Kaldur and he nods. 

“They can’t find us, don't worry, just follow me. I have a plan,” I tell them and we continue crawling for a few more minutes. 

Soon we find another way out and I pop the grate off before sliding out. Kaldur then slowly slides y/n down to me and I pull her down the rest of the way. I set her down against the wall for a second before pulling my holo computer out and connecting it to the panel on the wall. 

The others all climb out and I continue to type on my computer for a second. I take a quick look at y/n’s monitor before pausing to fish my kit out. Once I have it, I hand it to Wally. 

“Here. Wrap her wound for me while I do this. You do remember how to do it don’t you?” I ask him as I hand him the first aid kit and he nods, taking it from me. 

He walks over and starts wrapping her wound as I turn back to my computer. I work for a minute before he tells me he’s done and he hands me the kit. 

“Thanks. That should keep her from getting worse then she already is,” I comment as I put the kit away and he nods. 

“So what are you hacking now?” Wally asks just as I’m finishing up. 

“I hacked the motion sensors,” I proudly tell him as I smirk.��

“Sweet!” he says as he throws his arms up. 

“Still plenty of them between us and out,” I explain as I start hacking to find a faster way out. 

“But I’ve finally got room to move,” he states as he puts his goggles over his eyes before rushing off. 

“Ok… I guess we’re moving now,” Kaldur comments and I nod as I stand up. 

“Robin, I’ll carry Blue Jay. You pay attention to those sensors,” Kaldur tells me as he picks y/n up and I nod. 

Wally runs in front of us and we all run up the stairs after him. He takes out some genomorphs that are coming down at us and I keep my eyes on my holo computer. 

“More behind us!” I shout out behind myself and Superboy stops. 

He turns so he’s facing the genomorphs that are coming before stomping and making the set of stairs so it breaks off. He then turns and catches up with us as we continue to run up the rest of the flights of stairs. Wally continues to run and just as we all round the corner of one of the many halls, the room starts flashing red. 

An alarm of some sort starts going off and we watch as Wally tries to skid to a stop before banging into the door that just closed off. He flies back and lands on the floor as we come to a stop next to him. 

“We’re cut off from the street,” Kaldur tells us as Wally rubs at his head. 

“Thanks. My head hadn’t noticed,” Wally comments from the floor, still rubbing his head. 

Superboy just walks around Wally and to the door. He then pulls his hand back and punches at the door. Nothing really happens, so Kaldur hands y/n to me before going over to help him. 

They both pull at the door from either side and nothing happens, so I set y/n lightly on the ground, leaning her against the wall. I pull my holo computer up and stick the plug in the USB before quickly starting to try to hack into the door. 

“Can’t hack this fast enough. If Blue Jay were here, maybe I could, but I can’t,” I exclaim before I turn my holo computer off just as a growl comes from my right, making me look up. 

I quickly take a look around and find a door. I pick y/n up and walk over to it. 

“This way!” I yell out to the others as I kick the door open before running through. 

We all run through and come to a stop when we see a whole army of genomorphs in front of us with Guardian standing in the front. We all turn around when we hear more walk up behind us and we all take a fighting stance. Suddenly all the genomorphs' horns start to glow and I’m slowly sinking down to the ground as does Kaldur and Wally. 

As I sink down, I keep as tight of a hold on y/n as I can and lay her on the floor before falling onto my back. Just as my back hits the floor, everything seems to go dark. 

~Small Time Skip~

After what feels like forever, my eyes slowly open and I blink. I sit up and quickly look over y/n, who’s still unconscious. I quickly pull up my holo computer and check her vitals before letting out a breath of relief when she’s still semi stable. 

Once I know she’s still doing okay, I start to stand with the others and feel a little dizzy. I hold a hand to my head for a moment as the dizzy feeling goes away. 

“Feels like fog lifting,” Guardian says as he holds his head. 

“Guardian?” Kaldur asks as he looks at him and Guardian stands straight. 

“Go. Get her out of here. I’ll deal with Desmond,” he tells us as he nods at y/n. 

“I think not,” comes Desmond’s voice from behind Guardian, making the Genomorphs all part as Guardian turns to look at him. 

“Project blockbuster will give me the power to restore order to Cadmus,” he sinisterly says as he holds up a vial with blue liquid in it. 

He takes a step back before pouring the liquid into his mouth. He starts to groan and his bones start to make loud cracking sounds as Guardian slowly moves back to us. Desmond tosses the vial to his left and it smashes against the ground. 

He then starts writhing around in pain all while still groaning and soon he’s throwing himself down on the ground. He hunches over in a ball before his body seems to grow, ripping his lab coat the more he grows. His skin starts to rip and his teeth become like fangs. 

I look at Wally, who looks at me in fear before looking at Blue Jay. Like I read his mind, I quickly bend down to gently pick her up once again. Once I’m standing straight, there’s a loud roar that Desmond lets out as he too fully stands, but now he’s a giant, tall blue monster. 

He stands there in his monster form, breathing heavily as we watch him carefully. He stands straight and Guardian stares at him for a moment. 

“Everyone back!” Guardian shouts as he uses his hands to hold us back. 

He then runs off towards Desmond, who just backhands him and he goes flying to the side before he hits the wall face first. 

Superboy is the first to react and he launches forward at Desmond with a primal yell before punching the new monster in the face. Desmond just punches back, but Superboy again throws another punch of his own and quickly gets the upper hand. He lands a few punches, but again Desmond gets one in, making Superboy fly back. 

Superboy quickly recovers after flying back on his back and spinning. He lands and quickly moves into a crouched position before jumping back up. He starts like he’s going to slam him into the ground, but Desmond jumps at the same time and they both crash though the ceiling. 

“Okay. That’s one way to bust through the ceiling,” I comment before grabbing my grappling gun. 

“You think lab coat planned that?” Wally asks and I shrug as before me and y/n shoot up though the hole. 

“I doubt he is planning anything anymore,” Kaldur comments as we land at the top. 

Kaldur grabs Wally and leaps through, landing right behind me. Once we land back in the lobby, we watch as Desmond grabs Superboy. He throws him and he comes flying at us. 

Wally and I quickly move out of the way as Superboy flies past us. He collides with Kaldur and they both go flying back. We quickly run over to them and Wally helps Kaldur up as I reach a hand out for Superboy. 

“Robin. Get y/n somewhere safe,” Kaldur tells me and I quickly nod before turning and looking around the room. 

I run over and set her down behind one of the pillars before checking her stats one last time. I frown when I see the small influx of a change making her less stable. I sigh and shake my head before turning my holo computer off. 

“Stay with me for a little longer, Jay. We’re almost out of here,” I tell her as I lean my head against hers for a moment before sighing and standing. 

“I’ll be right back. I promise,” I speak out to her even though I know she won’t say anything back. 

With one last sigh I walk back over and we all stand in a fight position, waiting for Desmond to make a move. When he does, we all move forward; Wally runs in first and goes under his legs, making Desmond turn to look at him. He looks back at Wally for a moment before turning just as Kaldur and Superboy jump together to punch him in the face. 

Wally goes down on all fours, making Desmond fall back and trip over Wally. He lands with a loud thud on the ground and Wally stands straight. 

“Learned that one in kindergarten,” Wally comments as I jump over him and throw a couple wing dings at him. 

Desmond turns and blocks them with his arms before coming face to face with Superboy again. He growls, jumping up and slamming Superboy into the pillar behind him. Superboy fights back but Desmond quickly stops him and throws his own punch. 

Kaldur takes his water bearers out and quickly uses the water to try pulling Desmond’s arm back from Superboy. However, it doesn’t work when Desmond just pulls Kaldur to him. Kaldur quickly switches his water bearers from rope form to a mace form while in the air and tries to slam it down onto Desmond. 

Desmond reaches up and wraps his hand around the mace before pulling Kaldur to the floor. He slams down onto the floor and Desmond throws Superboy into another pillar. Superboy falls to the ground and a piece of the pillar falls on top of him. 

Wally runs around and past Superboy over to where Desmond starts to fight with Aqualad. Desmond picks Wally up mid-run and flings him around. Kaldur tries to hit Desmond from behind, but he swings Wally around and throws him into Kaldur. 

Both Wally and Kaldur fly back and slam into a pillar behind them. I watch as they both fall to the floor before Aqualad is standing back up. He quickly starts to try fighting again, but once again gets slammed into a pillar. 

I watch the top of the pillar start to break away from its support system and my eyes widen as I get an idea. 

“Of course!” I speak out in wonderment as I pull up my holo computer and a holographic map of the pillars pop up. 

“KF, get over here!” I yell out to Wally, making him look up at me. 

He quickly comes over and I start to go over the plan with him as the others continue to fight off Desmond. The holograph blinks red, pointing out to him the breaking points of each pillar. 

“Got it?” I ask him as I pull my arm down with the holograph disappearing as I do. 

“Got it,” he confirms with a nod. 

“Go,” I firmly command him just as he takes off. 

Superboy now is getting lifted by Desmond as Wally races over and grabs his face. I quickly rush over to y/n and check her signs one last time before turning back around. 

“Got your nose!” Wally playfully sings out as he holds up a piece of skin he ripped off of Desmond. 

Desmond growls as he throws Superboy aside and heads for Wally. He starts to chase Wally around and I quickly start to pull up the hologram again. 

“Superboy! Aqualad!” I yell out to the two across from me and show them the hologram. 

“Come and get me, incredible bulk!” Wally yells out before running again and leading Desmond where he needs to. 

Wally keeps Desmond distracted for a moment as Superboy and Aqualad come over to me. I quickly show them the hologram again before explaining. 

“This one and that one,” I point out the pillars that need to be taken out. 

Both Superboy and Aqualad give me a firm nod before rushing off to the pillars. As they run off, I quickly pull out some chalk and run to the center of the building. Superboy takes his pillar out first, then Aqualad takes his pillar out and Wally gets Desmond to take out the one behind him.

“Sorry! Try again!” Wally taunts Desmond before running off. 

I quickly go to the middle and draw an ‘X’ in chalk and Aqualad makes a puddle over the top of it with his water bearers. As I stand, I quickly throw some explosive wing dings at my pillar. Wally then runs over and skids to a stop before turning back to look at Desmond. 

He goes after Wally, but Superboy comes in from behind and lands a punch, making Desmond fall on his back into the puddle with a loud thud. I rush over and pick y/n up before going to stand next to Kaldur.

Aqualad then leans down and electrocutes the puddle, which in turn electrocutes Desmond. Together we stand watching him growl and wither in pain for a moment. 

“Move!” I yell out as I press the button to activate the wing dings in the pillar. 

They beep as we all run for cover before doing what they’re made to do and exploding. The whole ceiling starts to give way and Desmond lets out a roar as he looks up at the piece of ceiling that’s falling. The whole building starts to crash around us after Desmond gets crushed and we continue to run for cover. 

I quickly drop down and cover y/n as Superboy grabs Wally and drops down over him. Aqualad drops down over me and we all wait until the rubble settles before Superboy punches his way through. Once he has a hand through, he grabs onto the piece that’s still above us and shoves it off. 

Slowly we all stand and look around at all the rubble. We all breathe heavily as we slowly calm down from the moment. 

“We… did it,” Kaldur says in shock as he looks over at me as I quickly sit y/n up against the side of some rubble. 

“Was there ever any doubt?” I ask him as I look back at him and rub my neck. 

Wally looks at me and we smile at one another before swinging our hands up in a high-five. We both quickly cringe though as we feel pain flow through our ribs. Superboy walks over to Desmond still under the rubble and we follow him. 

“See…” Wally speaks up, making Superboy turn to look at us. 

“The moon,” Wally finishes as he motions up at it and we all turn to look at it. 

We all stare up at the moon for a moment, but I look away before I go and sit down next to y/n. I pull her into my lap and hold her close as the others continue to watch the moon. 

“Oh. And Superman. Do we keep our promises or what?” Wally asks and I look up when he says it to see the whole league fly in behind him. 

I sigh in relief and stand with y/n in my arms when I see Bruce being lowered in by Green lantern. Bruce steps off and stops next to Superman as all the other members stand around us. There’s a moment of silence and the heroes look over us all before Superboy is stepping forward. 

He walks up to Superman, who has a cold, parental glare on all of us. Superboy stops and takes a moment before lifting his ripped shirt to show the S symbol on his chest. Superman falters ever so slightly in shock before straining up. 

“Is that what I think it is?” Bruce asks Superman, who stays quiet. 

“He doesn’t like being called an it,” Wally informs them through the side of his mouth as he walks up beside Superboy and uses his hand to hide his mouth from Superboy. 

“I’m Superman’s clone,” Superboy interjects in a matter of fact tone. 

Everyone seems to have different reactions, but all stay quiet nonetheless. The eyes of Batman’s mask narrow and I hold y/n a bit closer. 

“Start talking,” he tells us and the whole league starts to move around. 

“Bats. Can we get y/n medical first, please?” I ask him as I walk up to him and he frowns. 

“What happened? How’d Blue get hurt?” he immediately asks and it’s then I’m thankful for my domino mask as it hides my eyes welling up with tears. 

“We don’t have time to talk about it. Can I just tell you later? Her pulse is very faint,” I tell him and as if he reads my mind, he nods and turns around for a moment. 

“Arrow!” Bruce shouts, making the archer in question turn around to look at him. 

“Do you think you can take Blue Jay to medical?” he asks him and Green Arrow walks over to us. 

“Of course I can, Bats,” he tells him with a nod before coming over to me. 

He holds his arms out to me and I back away a little, not wanting to leave her. He sighs and turns to Batman, who sighs and walks over. 

“Robin… she will be ok,” Bruce tells me as he places his hands on my shoulders. 

“I promise, Robin, I’ll make sure she’s taken care of. You have my word,” Green Arrow tells me and I take a gulp before handing her over to him. 

He smiles gently at me before turning and starting to walk away with her. I quickly try to follow, but Batman holds me back. 

“Hold up, Robin. I promise we will both go be with her after, but first, you boys have some explaining to do,” Bruce tells me as he holds onto my shoulder with a firm hand. 

“Ok…” I whisper out, bowing my head down. 

Kaldur, Wally and I stand with our retrospective mentors. We quickly all start to explain ourselves and when we finish, they nod before telling us to wait aside. I huff as we walk off while our mentors have a quiet conversation. 

“This is insane. I should be with Jay right now. I wish we could leave already,” I groan out and Kaldur nods solemnly at me. 

“I know, my friend, and I wish you could be there with her, but Arrow will take good care of her and you’ll be with her when all this is over,” he tells me in a soft tone as he grips my shoulder and I sigh. 

We all stay quiet for a moment as we all try to hear what’s being said, but our mentors know us well and keep quiet. Superboy just keeps looking at Superman, who seems like he doesn’t know what to do. Soon, though, Superman comes walking over to us and stops in front of Superboy with a sigh. 

“We’ll, uh, we’ll figure something out for you,” Superman starts. “The League will, I mean,” he quickly adds on. 

“For now, I’d better make sure they get that Blockbuster creature squared away,” he tells him in a cold tone before turning and flying away. 

“Cadmus will be investigated, all 52 levels, but let’s make one thing clear—” Batman starts as he walks up behind us, making us all turn to look at him. 

“You should have called!” Flash cuts him off and Batman very clearly squints his eyes in annoyance, making me hold back a laugh at the thought of what y/n would have said. 

“End result aside, we are not happy. You hacked Justice League systems, disobeyed direct orders, endangered lives and over everything, Blue Jay got injured,” Batman informs us. 

“You will not be doing this again,” he tells us in a very straightforward tone. 

“I am sorry, but we will,” Kaldur states in a very clear tone and I take a step forward. 

“Aqualad, stand down,” Aquaman demands in a very stern and angry tone. 

“Apologies my king, but no,” Kaldur starts and Aquaman almost looks shocked for a moment. 

“We did good work here tonight. The work you trained us to do. Together on our own we forged something powerful, important,” Kaldur explains as he takes a step forward as he stands his ground and we follow his lead, standing straight. 

“If this is about your treatment at the hall, the four of you—” Flash starts to defend the mentors. 

“The five of us, and it’s not!” Wally angrily cuts his mentor off before his tone softens. 

“Batman, we’re ready to use what you taught us. Or why teach us at all?” I speak softly as I step forward and hold my hands out in confusion. 

“Why let them tell us what to do?!” Superboy angrily asks with his arms crossed. “It’s simple,” he continues as he uncrosses his arms. “Get on board or get out of the way.”

“Batman, you know Blue Jay would be on our side,” I add in as we all stand talking in front of our mentors, but they all stay quiet and Batman gives his famous glare that I know all too well. 

July 8th 8:04 EDT

Dick’s Pov: 

“This cave was the original secret sanctuary of the Justice League. We’re calling it into service again. Since you four—” Batman starts to explain to the four of us standing in a line in front of him, but I hold up a finger. 

“Five, Bats. You know Jay will want in when she’s better,” I add and he sighs, nodding. 

“—you five are determined to stay together and fight the good fight, you'll do it on League terms,” he continues to explain. 

“Red Tornado volunteered to live here and be your supervisor. Black Canary’s in charge of training. I… will deploy you on missions,” Batman explains and I roll my eyes behind my glasses. 

“Real missions?” I ask him and he takes a step closer to us. 

“Yes, but covert,” Batman curtly answers me. 

“The League will still handle the obvious stuff. There’s a reason we have these big targets on our chests,” Flash speaks up from behind us, making us turn to look at him as he points to the symbol on his chest. 

“But Cadmus proves the bad guys are getting smarter. Batman needs a team that can operate on the sly,” Aquaman takes over explaining with crossed arms, making us turn to him and Batman again. 

“The six of you will be that team,” Batman tells us and I smile. 

“Cool! Wait. Six?” I ask in confusion and Batman looks behind us, making us turn around once more. 

“This is the Martian Manhunter’s niece, Miss Martian,” Batman introduces as Martian Manhunter and a girl version of him walks up to us. 

“Hi,” she nervously says as she uncrosses her arms and gives a small wave. 

“Liking this gig more every minute,” Wally comments in a sly, charismatic tone and I raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Ow! What was that for?” Wally asks after I slap him on the head. 

“You know Blue Jay would have done it for that comment, so until she’s fully rested and back, I’m doing it for her,” I tell him with a shrug and he gives me an angry look. 

“Rude!” he groans and I chuckle as he just straightens up. 

“Uh, anyway. Welcome aboard. I’m Kid Flash,” he immediately changes his mood, making me roll my eyes. 

“That’s Robin,” he adds on as he introduces me and I give her a peace sign as I walk out from behind Wally. 

“Aqualad, it’s cool if you forget their names,” Wally continues to introduce each of us. 

“But I thought there were five others?” Miss Martian asks in confusion and I nod. 

“Oh, there is. You’ll meet Blue Jay later. She was injured so she can’t be here, but don’t worry you’ll definitely get to meet her,” I inform her and she smiles softly. 

“Well, I’m honored to be included,” she adds on, clasping her hands in front of herself like prayer hands. We all walk closer to her to talk a little more except Superboy and I turn around. 

“Hey, Superboy!” I call out and he looks at me. 

“Come meet Miss M!” I tell him as I wave him over and he turns before walking over to us. 

He comes to a stop and closes off the little circle we’ve made. Miss Martian’s outfit starts to change so the colors match Superboy’s shirt and she looks at him shyly. 

“I like your t-shirt,” she tells him and he just gives a small smile in response. 

I reach up and elbow him in the side as Wally zooms around so he’s on his left. Wally wraps an arm around his shoulder as we all smile softly at her. 

“Today is the day,” Kaldur says, making us look at him. 

To Be Continued…

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[michelle-is-writing]

I’ll always protect you, Dick Grayson

Rating: M

Word Count: 2k~

Dick never gets mad when I tell him I’m going out with friends. In fact, he encourages it, and I’m so happy he does. He’s told me many times that he loves spending time with me, but I should also spend time with friends. He’s not the “you have to be with me 24/7” type of boyfriend; although, I don’t think he would complain if that were the case. He says it’s only fair since he has to work at night, so he’s not always awake to do certain things. If only I knew what it is about his job that makes him so tired when he gets home.

When I texted him about tonight, he sent a happy response back, hoping I had a fun night. For a few minutes, that’s all he said until he sent another text.

Is that new guy going to be there?

Now, Dick isn’t the jealous type, nor is he controlling; but he is very cautious and knows trouble when he sees it. Especially when the man introduced himself to me as ‘Jake,’ followed by ‘a man who can tell a woman’s personality just by her blouse’. I wasn’t too happy with his comment myself, but Dick wanted to absolutely destroy this man.

It’s a girls night, and as far as we know, it’s just us

I sent Dick this message right as we clocked out, and the girls agreed. Nobody had invited him, so there’s no way Jake was tagging along. Finally, we can head out and have fun together without worrying about the pervy asshole who can’t take a hint.

“Guys, I’m thinking about calling corporate to complain about him because H-R hasn’t done a damn thing about it,” one of my coworkers announces as we all sit around a circle table, drinks in hand. We’ve been here for a while now, and as I drink this third glass, I’m feeling pretty good. “I’m getting sick and tired of his quote-on-quote funny jokes when really it’s just him being disgusting.”

“I agree,” I respond, nodding my head. “It’s getting to be too much. I know the position is hard to keep people in but is he really getting his job done when he’s constantly harassing us?” My question gains a chorus of amens before we all agree on letting it go and enjoying the night.

That is until a certain jerk makes an appearance at our table with a whole new list of inappropriate comments and jokes to make in front of us. Instead of getting the professional response Jake usually gets, one of my coworkers tells him to fuck off, but he doesn’t listen. Two of my friends go to get security, but I go outside instead. I want to get as far away from him as possible, and knowing that he most likely followed us here makes me want to vomit. I have to call Dick.

Walking to a more secluded part outside the bar, I lean against the side of the building and dial Dick. Putting the phone up to my ear, I hear the number ring for a few moments but he doesn’t answer. Trying again, I groan to myself before hanging up and slipping my phone back into my pocket. That’s very unusual of him; he always answers my calls with the rare exception that he forgot his phone somewhere.

“Mhm how I’d love to hear you make that noise again,” I hear a familiar voice behind me, making me roll my eyes in disgust.

Turning around, I see Jake standing a few feet away from me, a smirk on his lips. Instant rage boils within me, making me clench my fists as I squint my eyes at him. “Jerkoff, if you haven’t gotten the message, nobody wants you here,” I point out the obvious, the alcohol in my system taking away any filter I’d have any other time. “You’re disgusting and rude, and I’d like it if you’d leave me and my friends the hell alone.”

Anger makes its way onto his face after hearing my words, but instead of shouting at me or cussing me out, he moves forward. Before I can fully react, he’s grabbing me by my arm and twisting it up high. Spitting at me with rage, he begins yelling. “Nobody talks to me that way!” Fear courses through me; I just had to choose the most secluded part outside the bar, I just had to.

However, just as I see his hand raise to slap me, Jake’s hit over the head with some type of stick, the hit so hard that he stumbles back. Feeling his hand loosen up enough to get out of his grip, I practically throw myself backward, only for a pair of firm arms to direct me behind an equally firm body.

“Didn’t anyone tell you to take a hint?” The man in front of me asks, his voice oddly familiar. Looking up from the black suit he wears, my eyes catch his wavy black hair as well as the glowing staff he swipes toward Jake, only to purposely miss and scare the jerk. “When a woman tells you to go, you go,” the man further states before swinging the staff underneath Jake’s jaw, effectively knocking him out.

Looking at the sight of Jake on the ground of the bar’s parking lot, I smile with a quick sigh of relief. “Thank you so much,” I gasp out, placing a hand on my chest. The man in front of me turns around, a mask concealing the skin around his eyes and part of his forehead. On the chest of his suit, I can clearly tell this is Nightwing, but that’s not what’s distracting me. Right now, my eyes are glued to the familiar jawline and the blue orbs staring back at me, the same ones I gaze into every day.

“Dick?” I whisper, only to be answered by the man pulling me close to him and pressing his lips to mine. As soon as he does this, he seals the answer as his lips are unmistakable for Dick’s. Besides, no other man could kiss me like Dick does. Pressing me against the building, his lips are unrelenting as his hands pull every inch of me close to him. Or at least, that’s what his grip feels like right now, and usually, I wouldn't complain, but the almost-completely-steel suit he has on right now isn't all that comfortable.

Parting from me, Dick lets me catch my breath as his once unmoving face is now dusted pink, and after a few moments, my eyes meet his. “I never knew,” I confess, lifting a hand up to cradle his face. He immediately softens against my touch, watching as I continue on. “I wish I did, I would’ve patched you up when you got home,” Dick only smiles at this, “but it explains why you’re always so quote-on-quote clumsy.”

With that, Dick chuckles and leans close to kiss my lips once more before pulling away. “Let me take you home before I have to go on watch,” Dick offers, his hands now gently resting against my waist. I nod at him, a few seconds passing before he sighs and looks over at the still unconscious man on the ground. “Told you I didn’t trust him.”

I smile at his words before leaning close and kissing his cheek. “Thank you, Mr. Nightwing,” I whisper to him, resting my head on his shoulder. Looking over at me, Dick smiles with curiosity as I bat my eyelashes teasingly. If it weren’t for the drinks earlier, I wouldn’t be so calm after finding out my boyfriend is one of Gotham’s defenders, but for some reason, I really feel like teasing him right now. “How can I ever repay you for saving me?”

“You’re pushing it, baby,” he warns, leaning closer once again as his hands move farther down. However, the teasing only lasts a few moments before Dick takes my hand and starts walking us to our apartment. On the walk there, Dick remains in the dark shadows of the night, but that doesn’t stop him from murmuring stuff in my ear that he knows will get to me. “If I didn’t have to work tonight, you would be all mine,” he all but groans as we get to our house.

Unlocking the door, I quickly open it and smirk at him. “Guess you’ll have to wait till you get home later,” I tease, Dick not liking the current smirk painted across my lips. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the sheer surprise from finding out Dick is Nightwing, but this surge of confidence is making me say things I never thought I would say. “That is, if you can last that long without me.”

Without another second passing, Dick follows me into the house before slamming the door shut and pressing me against it. Pinning my hands above my head with one hand, Dick bends my knee with the other and proceeds to kiss me once again, purposefully pressing his clothed thigh against my center. The air around me feels hot all of a sudden, and the sensations I’m currently experiencing are almost overwhelming.

“Baby,” he starts, pulling away from my lips to begin biting down my neck. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head at this just as he moves his leg once more. “Jason owes me a favor, and it just so happens tonight’s the night he’ll do that favor.”

At his words, I grow a little confused until it dawns on me. His family members are the other protectors of Gotham, meaning his dad is most likely Batman, the leader among the large group of heroes. I would’ve never guessed that this is what Dick does when he works at night. The thought would have never even crossed my mind.

Gasping at a particularly harsh bite from Dick on my collarbone, I watch as he quickly takes the chance to kiss me once again, his movements slow and more sensual rather than rough like before. Upon pulling away from me, Dick leans his forehead against mine. “I love you so much, (Y/n),” he confesses, his voice soft. “I never wanna see anybody grab you like that again, no one can grab you like that.”

Noticing his now flustered state, I untangle my hands from his and lower them to his face. Pulling him close, I peck his lips gently before gazing into his eyes. “You protected me tonight, and I’m so thankful for that,” I tell him, bringing a smile to his face thankfully. “Let me make it up to you, huh? My very own protector.”

With that, the once rough and passionate Dick is back and I barely have a chance to brace myself before he’s picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. Always the one to multitask, he does as he said he would and calls his brother. As soon as Jason answers, Dick tells him he has to take watch tonight, to which Jason asks why.

“Because I have to stay home tonight,” he simply explains, looking over at me with a sweet smile. If it weren’t for the slightly swollen lips and reddened cheeks, you wouldn’t think Dick just made out with me and then swung me over his shoulder to throw on the bed.

“I’ve gotta take care of my girl,” he tells Jason, his tone almost endearing. Most people would perceive it as a sentimental statement, but to me, I know exactly what it means.

Luck is probably not going to be on my side tonight.

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How these guys would react to having their face held…

Dick smiles out of habit and pushes his face even further into your hands, humming in content.

He loves it when you held him, however that may be, as it was the one thing he looked forward to the most when coming home.

He’s prone to frequent bouts of fatigue with patrols and the like, but it was moments like these where he could truly appreciate your touch and the healing properties they have on him.

‘I could spend forever here in your hands.’ He’d sigh as he allowed himself to relax within your touch.

‘Oh really? Is that so?’ You raised your brows, watching as the features within his face relaxed into a one that showed you just how exhausted Dick looked. You could see the toll his job his job took but you knew that Dick was too devoted, too attached to what he does to ever give it up, no matter how constantly drained and tired it made him.

You respect his decision to keep doing what he was doing but there came times where you’d just wish he would take a breather from it all, even if it was just for a second, you just wanted to take the weight off of Dick’s shoulders and put it aside for a moment while you work the tension out of his aching muscles.

‘Yeah.’ He responded, feeling himself sink further into sleep. Dick loved what he does but some times he resents it for leaving him with little to no time to spend with you, at least not without him falling asleep five minutes within the interaction. Time with you was sparse and all Dick wanted to do was spend as much of it as he could to make up for the fact that he was barely home at all during the day.

He knew that he prioritised being a hero over your relationship too often and he couldn’t help but feel a tremendous amount of guilt over it during your relationship. You didn’t deserve to wait up for him every night to make sure he was okay, not while developing heavy eye bags of your own and a lack of a sleeping schedule.

He just hopes that one day you too will realise that you better then what he’s giving you and put yourself first, but you were too selfless to ever do that and he could feel that through the way you trace his features with your fingers with featherlight caresses.

Jason stiffens beneath your touch and goes unresponsive for such a long time that you were worried that you had accidentally crossed a boundary.

So just as you were about to remove your hands from his face, Jason quickly reaches out to grasp your hands and pull them back to cupping his cheeks as he then proceeded to nuzzle his cheek against your palm.

‘Stay.’ He whispered. ‘Please.’

Your heart broke at his plea but obeyed as you began to stroke his cheeks with either of your thumbs, feeling him gradually relax under your touch until he was practically a puddle in your hands.

‘I’m sorry.’ He whimpered, burying his face into your hands so that you didn’t see his tear stricken red face. ‘I don’t deserve this. None of it.’ He adds, cursing himself for being so pathetic but your touch practically broke him in the best way.

In your hands Jason felt as though all his broken prices were being put back together again through love, warmth and patience and that was enough to make him breakdown into tears.

Physical affection is a foreign concern to this poor man, and in due to that Jason is naturally going to be skeptical and on edge the moment the pads of your fingertips explore his jawline, before slowly coming up to cup his cheeks. ‘I’m right here Jaybridie.’ You utter softly as you felt his grip on your wrists slack a little. ‘I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere because nowhere is more important than staying here with you. Just take your time.’ And stay with him you did.

Damian is another one who’s not use to soft touches and sweet affection.

So he’ll initially be on guard when he saw you coming his way with your hands outstretched to cup his cheeks, but will huff and reluctantly rest his face in your palms, he’s extremely stiff while doing so and looking away from you out of initial embarrassment.

‘Get on with it.’ He’d mutter, acting as though such acts or moments of tenderness and vulnerability were beneath him, when in actuality Damian loved the feeling of you hold his face as though it were porcelain. He loved the fact that despite knowing his upbringing you still treat him with a love, kindness and warmth that he has never been shown before.

To Damian it was clear that you didn’t care if he was the son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul, grandson of Ra’s al Ghul. You only cared about him, Damian Wayne and he could feel that care through your touch as he vowed to cut through anything and everything that intended to harm you.

Your touch brings him a sense of calm, serenity and peace that brought him back from the brink a plethora of times, especially in moments when his arrogance and brashness would resurface. Damian was thankful for you being in his life, a true guiding light in his darkest moments, and he couldn’t think of any possible way to thank you for everything you’ve done for him but he’ll surly try.

Bruce feels the tension behind his eyes and in his jaw sooth themselves under your touch.

His eyes would slowly close as he brought his calloused hands up to gently stroke the inside of your wrists. Bruce needs no words to describe how he felt because he feels as though his expressions and the noises of content made it clear how much he appreciated you being here with him.

‘You look tired.’ You commented, tracing the weary lines on his hard face with your eyes as he observed your face and the way it showed most of your innermost emotions whether you were aware of this fact or not.

Bruce knew that you worry and that you worry a lot about him in particular when it came to whether he was sleeping enough, eating enough and keeping himself safe whilst fighting on the streets of Gotham. Bruce knew he was as stubborn as mule when it came to his life choices and that you were only just worried about him because you cared for him, but sometimes he wished you would redirect all this effort towards yourself because he oftentimes didn’t think he was worth of your worry, nor your care.

Bruce felt as though he should be the one taking care of you rather than you taking care of him. It’s not as though he hates it, it’s just you’ve shown him on countless occasions of your care towards him, and on even more occasions you have shown him of your unwavering dedication towards him. Bruce also feels like he should be the one paying you back for all the hard times where you stood by his side, watching him practically work himself to the bone and almost into a comatose if you didn’t step in and deal him away from the computers.

For you’ve proven time and time again that you weren’t so easily swayed into leaving, and that was made more true when he felt comfortable enough telling you that he was Batman and the dangers that would come with knowing such knowledge. You however only shrugged and told him that by his side, you were the safest you’ve ever been or will ever be.

‘More so than usual?’ He asked in a way that it might as well have came out as an indignant huff.

‘And by more so than usual you mean constantly, then yes, yes you are more tired than usual.’ You replied as you ran your thumbs under his eyes and across his eye bags as if to emphasise your point. Bruce only huffs as he watched you take in all of him with nothing but love and affection in your eyes and your touch.

John would most likely bite your hand out of an inherent need to be a teasing little shit.

Will boast about the fact that you just wanted to touch up his stubble. He wasn’t lying but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that and instead say; ‘in your dreams John.’

‘Oh I’m sure I am in yours.’ He reply with confidence as he winked, causing you to lightly pinch his cheek as punishment for his cockiness. ‘I hate you.’ You’d say as you push your fingertips through his stubbly beard, enjoying the way it deliciously tickles your skin, almost as though they were little prickly kisses.

‘No you don’t sweetheart, try as you might but you and me both know that for definite that you love me.’ John would state in a matter of fact tone. Once again you hated how right he was, but kept your lips sealed shut as not to give him any more ammunition to tease and contradict you at any given opportunity than you’ve already have.

The air between you is playful and light in comparison to how cynical, sharp witted and sarcastic he usually is on a daily basis. It was a welcomed change as you allowed the blonde to pretend to bite your hand, only allowing for his teeth to barely graze your skin before pulling away with a sly smirk as you scratch at his stubble.

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[stephstars08]

The two characters I would write the most about would be Jason Todd (Red Hood) and Dick Grayson (Nightwing) since they are my two favorites!

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[rev-wrath]

Liar

Dick Grayson x Reader

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Prompt: “Didn’t you say we were friends?” “I lied.”

Summary: Dick Grayson, a friend who has his back. On and off the field at any moment. Or so he thought.

Notes: Angst. Reader is male, he/him pronouns are used! 1.3k words. Tig comes from tiger who are apparently intelligent creatures!

Some genius he was. Then again this was Dick Grayson, born performer. He grew up performing and continued once he entered the vigilante lifestyle. It’s in his blood, it runs in his family. He’s a performer through and through.

Nearly a year ago he came into his life, months ago their night lives were revealed to each other. All those late nights, close calls, dinners, long conversations, led up to this.

Him, running for his life as he bleeds from a number of wounds. They’re all relatively shallow though. Somewhere Nightwing, Red Robin and Batman are chasing after him. He’s already winded from a few heavy hits to his torso, but he can’t stop. If he does he’s going straight to prison.

A batarang — or a wingding, he can’t tell — passes him, barely missing. It hardly matters though when he gets shot in the leg. None of them have guns. Only Red Hood uses guns. The only guns they use are… shit.

Throwing a knife in front of him as his claws come out he bends to swipe at the grappling line. Whoever got him is faster because he falls and starts being retracted backwards. Not letting it deter him he swipes again, this time being successful.

He hears someone swear. Not wasting a second he drops the second smoke bomb of the night, disappearing once more. Taking off further down the hall, careful to keep his sound to a minimum he takes a few random turns.

They thought this whole thing out. They probably worked this out for at least a week. Dick led him here, claiming there was a lead in this underground facility. Makes sense, nothing too out of the ordinary. The two wandered around the facility, looking for something, someone. They found someone alright. Red Robin and Batman coming from the shadows out of nowhere to ambush him. Dick joining them in the ambush.

Them saying what he did was wrong. Dick sometimes reminds him of that. That he could do good, that he did good, but sometimes he used his skills for the wrong people, hurting good or innocent people. That he messed up and people they personally knew had been hurt and needed help.

Tig, his alter ego and vigilante name, is just another vigilante. Yeah, maybe he works both sides but it’s what pays. Unlike the 3 people chasing him he didn’t start this with a shit ton of money. It’s the reason he started in the first place. Gotham is a rough place and it’s hard to leave when you have nothing and also owe people a few things. Trouble seemed to follow him, like most people in Gotham, so he welcomed it like a lover returning home.

Running past another hallway he could hear the slightest difference as someone started running faster. So he runs faster too, maybe some more distance he could drop another smoke bomb. Or use the single tranquilizer dart he had on him. Of course he had to run out of them this week.

Another pair of footsteps join them and he swears before dropping his last smoke bombs. The two behind him run faster. Why is this hallway so fucking long?

Risking a glance down he sees that there’s not a trail of blood quite yet as he still has the grappling hook in his leg and that’s currently stopping too much blood from escaping.

That’s another problem now. He can only go so long with a fucking grappling hook in his leg. Once again a sharp black object flies past him. The second one, however, doesn’t miss. Neither does the fucking body that slams into him.

It’s Dick. Because of course it is. They both fall down to the floor but Dick immediately grabs his arms, careful not to get close to his hands, to his claws. His legs straddling him does nothing to stop him from struggling.

(Y/N) growls. “Let me go, Grayson.”

“I could but B would catch you.” A pair of legs covered in black and grey enters his vision.

“Fuck both of you.” He spits. “Tim too.” Bruce bends down with a pair of handcuffs as Dick applies more pressure on his arms. “Just all of you.”

“Buy dinner first.” Dick says, working with Bruce to pull him up. This man has the audacity to joke him still?

“I did. I bought you dinner, I made you dinner, you bought me dinner.” His voice starts to pick up. “I thought we were friends. You said we were friends.”

“I lied.” He says it so simply. And why wouldn’t he? This past year has been a lie apparently. “We were never friends. I just had to gain your trust so I could gather evidence and keep tabs on you.”

There’s not a trace of the sweet boy who came over with his favorite food and a plethora of terrible puns to laugh at terrible shows with him. Or the caring boy who came over with soup when he got sick from too many rainy nights. Or the boy who cleaned his wounds and helped stitch him up. Certainly not the boy who had his back for the last 5 or so months, the boy who he daydreamed about for the last 2 months.

He narrows his eyes — not like they could see it — continuing to ignore the fact his heart has been ripped out of him. “And what stops me from telling the world that Bruce Wayne and his kids are Batman and co?”

“Because,” When did Tim get here? “your siblings are alive and we know where they are. We can help them.”

It was one of the reasons why they had to wait so long. The plan was for Dick to befriend (Y/N) because it was Dick Grayson, the sweet, caring, flirt, who wouldn’t let him in? Eventually Dick would be there at the right times and force (Y/N) to reveal himself as Tig, Dick would gather information and evidence as he kept track of him. Unknown to (Y/N) some of his plans had fallen out because Dick told Bruce and they would make sure it couldn’t go through.

What wasn’t in the plan was for (Y/N) to figure out that Dick was Nightwing. He quickly figured out nearly all of them after that. Then they had to have him open up to Dick over the months to find something to hold over (Y/N).

His head snaps over to Tim, eyes wide before narrowing again. “They’re dead. I watched them die. And if they were alive I could help them.”

“(Y/N), come on.” Dick’s voice is soft in his ear. It reminds him of quiet reassurances as he held him, or even comments on random things as they sat next to each other.

“Don’t use that voice on me. You fucking liar.”

“You come with us, get turned in, and we can help your siblings, you can see them again. You can’t help them before you serve out your sentence. Otherwise you’d just be putting them in danger.” Again, (Y/N)’s brain supplies.

He hangs his head. “I fucking hate you.” (Y/N) is thankful for the coverage on his face right now. Covering up all the emotions that don’t show in his voice, the tears in his eyes.

“I know.” Sucking in a breath he raises his head.

“If I find out that this is also a lie you’re all dead. Whether it’s by my hand or the villains of Gotham who will know who you are. And if you’re telling the truth and I find out you hurt them in any way then I will bring you your own personal hell.”

“We’ll be sure to remember that.” Bruce notes dryly, cape swaying as he leaves.

Dick follows him, pulling (Y/N) along, heading towards the exit. (Y/N) didn’t know. No one did. No one knew of Dick’s heartache. His foolishness for falling in love despite knowing what exactly was going to happen. Maybe he had some hope that he would switch sides. Or leave Gotham or disappear or something that wouldn’t lead to this. But no, none of that happened. Leaving two boys with hurting hearts.

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[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

you've been holding out on me (but I can't find a way to hold onto you)

comfort came against my will - series masterlist here

pairing: dick grayson x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.3k

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: dick is so insecure but he's trying so hard ok. reader is still mentally ill but it's all fine in the end

a/n: I don't know why I think it's ok to end with dialogue and just stop writing but here we go ig

You don't hear Dick come home; it's the perk (or curse in this case) of him moving so silently. And of course, he's extra quiet right now. It's past 3am and he's getting home from patrol. He thinks you're asleep. When he gently pushes the bedroom door open, then, to find you sitting on the floor by the foot of your shared bed and curling into yourself, his heart stutters as panic grips him. What's wrong with you? Are you hurt? What happened? And god, of course, the one time you're hurt he's not there, the one time you need him he's gone and he's failed you and of course of course of course -

He focuses, though, stilling the questions before they can pour from his lips as he moves swiftly to crouch in front of you, eyes trailing over your form. You're not visibly injured as far as he can tell, but you have your head buried in your hands so he can't see your face and he doesn't know what's wrong and -

"Baby?" he asks tentatively, clenching his teeth and willing himself to calm down while he moves to put his hands on your shoulders. You flinch at the contact, though, an alarmed sound leaving you as your face shoots up to look at him.

"Jesus Christ Dick, make a noise or something next time," you say, annoyance hardening your tone. Dick feels his shoulders drop in relief ever so slightly; you're upset, yes. You're snapping at him in a way that you never do, so something's clearly wrong, but you're safe. You're not, well, bleeding from anywhere or in any sort of immediate, alarming physical distress. There are tear stains streaking your cheeks, though, and you're curled into yourself like it's offering you some sort of protection, and the image makes Dick's gut twist. 

You're afraid, he realizes. Of him? His hands retract from their spots on your shoulders like touching you is burning him and he jerks back hard enough that he almost loses his balance. 

"Dick?" your voice is practiced, your worry for him taking over as you shove your own emotions aside - god, he can see you doing it. "Hey, it's okay. You didn't… I didn't mean to flinch like that. I'm sorry." Dick makes a strangled sort of noise at your words and reaches out to you before halting and pulling his hand back towards him.

"No," he says firmly, keeping his voice quiet, gentle, soft. "No apologies. This isn't on you. I'm… sorry for scaring you."

"You didn't…" you begin, confusion clear in your voice. "You - no. No, I'm not scared of you, Dick. I'm never - I'm never scared of you." You assure as you move towards him, pushing him gently so that he's sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out. He lets you - lets you arrange him however you like and feels something in him soften when you crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. Usually, his arms would find their way around you, holding you to him. This time, though, they stay away, hovering unsurely.

"Dick," you whine. He huffs out an almost laugh. "Hold me… please." He doesn't laugh at that. He wraps his arms around you tightly, one anchored around your waist while the other tangles in your hair. The more he berates himself for how he acted, the tighter his grip gets. Here you are, clearly upset and in distress, and all he did was spiral and fall on his ass and make the whole thing about him.

"I'm sorry," he whispers into your hair as he presses kisses to the crown of your head. You squeeze him back reassuringly.

"You have nothing to apologize for, baby - you don't," you respond, bracing yourself with that voice he knows he can't win an argument against. It's the one he's seen you use at work, with lawyers and professional rivals and employees. He's only been on the receiving end of it a few times, usually with you telling him to take care of himself in some way.

No, you can't go out to patrol with broken ribs - the others can cover you for a few nights. No, you're not staying up any later than this - that case will still be there in the morning. No, you're not Atlas, my love - the world will not fall apart if you take a break.

He hasn't heard that voice directed at him many times, but it's enough that he knows to snap his mouth shut and admit defeat.

"Will you tell me what's wrong, at least?" He prompts gently. You slump against him.

"Just… a bad day. That's all."

"I've seen you have bad days, babe," he reminds patiently. "This is more than that. I know it is."

"Well, this is…" you begin, chewing your bottom lip. He reaches to smooth his thumb across your lip, a silent reminder to stop. "You've seen my normal bad days," you explain. "Sometimes I get… bad. You know. Mentally ill bad." Dick hums in understanding and squeezes you tighter to his chest.

"You've been holding out on me."

"What?"

"I told you," he explains, but there's no malice. He's kind and soft and gentle and you're reminded that that's why you fell in love with him. "I told you I'd be here for you, baby. I want to be here for you. Let me in, yea?"

"I didn't want to be too much," you whisper, and Dick feels his heart crack at the sad little warble of your voice.

"Never, honey," he soothes, smoothing a hand up and down your back. "I want all of you, okay? Every bit of you. Even when it's hard - especially when it's hard. I want to help."

"I know," you sigh. "I know, I know, I just… maybe you don't know what you're getting yourself into. Maybe you think you can handle it but you can't and you'll get overwhelmed and leave. Maybe you'll get tired of asking me to let you in and that'll be what makes you leave. Either way I - I just can't find a way to hold onto you."

Dick stills at that, breath catching in his lungs and an unpleasant feeling settling in his gut. How long had you been thinking this? How many of the moments where you held onto him a little tighter, reached for him a little more, told him you loved him a little louder - how many of those moments were born of fear? He straightens himself up and tenderly grabs your chin in his hand, guiding you until you're eye-to-eye with him. This has to be fixed, he thinks. Now. you're his. His love, his person, his everything. And you're, what, sitting here alone in a dark apartment worried about him leaving you? Terrified of him walking away while you need him? No. No, this has to be fixed.

"Honey," he says, an edge in his voice that makes you straighten up. It's the one you've heard him use while he's working, when he's donned his Nightwing gear and is commanding a room full of vigilantes and heroes. It's not a voice he's used many times with you, but you know it well enough to sit still and listen when he uses it. "I'm right here," he says. "Always. I'm here and I'm staying and I will never - never - walk away from you when you need me. I love you and that will never change, okay? I'm here. I promise, baby, I'm here."

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[happyimagines]

DC Comics: Dick Grayson/Reader

This was not requested, but either way I hope you like it!

There was a crack in the curtains wide enough to let in a stream of sunlight. And that stream hit me right in the face. I put a hand up to block the light and groaned at the pain in my chest. The previous night my chest was met with flying feet. While there weren’t any major injuries, there was still some nasty bruising.

My back was pressed against Dick’s bare chest and his warm breath hit the back of my neck. His arm was draped over my waist keeping me close to him. Carefully, I rolled over and came face to face with him. Despite the fact that he sustained some rough injuries, he slept soundly, his breathing even.

The two of us got in late, or early, since it was morning when we got in. After our rough patch ups, the two of us were tired and passed out in his room. Under normal circumstances, Dick would have gone out on patrol with one of his brothers. But since I was in Gotham rather than Metropolis, I volunteered.

~~~

“Hold still,” I told Dick as it tried to clean the wound on his back. There was a gravel embedded in his skin and a knife had slashed him. The slash wasn’t deep or too concerning, but it would better to clean it out. There was a clink I pulled out another piece from his shoulder. We both were sitting on the floor of his bedroom taking care of each other.

“Are you done?” Dick asked looking over his shoulder at me. There were bags under his eyes and they were becoming glassy.

“You keep moving, of course I’m not done.” I chided.

“It hurts.”

“I know.” I yawned and winced at the pain at my mouth. While Dick got stabbed in the back, I received hits to the front: the chest and lip.

“Okay,” Dick turned around to face me and gently took my chin to lift my head. “Let’s see that lip and you can give my back a break.” Dick sucked his teeth when he saw how bruised and busted it was.

“Aside from the lip, there’s a bruise under your eye, but it doesn’t look like anything is broken. Your eyes, they’re still pretty.” Dick smiled and I rolled my eyes.

“Just take of my lip, please.”

“Only because you said please.” Dick smiled and shorted the gap between us and gently kissed me careful not to hurt me. I winced. “Sorry,”

“It’s fine,” I assured him. I put my hand behind him where my cloth with rubbing alcohol was sitting in a bowl. I closed the gap between us again, this time as a distraction to clean a wound I noticed on his shoulder.

“OW!” Dick pulled away, his bright blue eyes wide in shock and betrayal.

“I didn’t notice you got hit in the shoulder!” I grabbed his shoulder and turned him so I could get a better look.

“It’s fine, let me check on you,” He moved my hand and brought it to his lips, gently kissing the scrapes I accumulated over the night. I laughed but couldn’t help feel fuzzy at the touch. The two of us spent some more time on the floor as Dick helped clean and dress more of my wounds. In between each dressing, Dick pressed a kiss to my head leaving me lightheaded.

“I think I’m good, how about you get in bed, and I’ll put a bandage on your back.”

“You could’ve just told me to get into bed,” Dick smirked. I rolled my eyes and let him help me to my feet. He raised his arms over his head in a stress, and then his face twisted in pain.

“Go,” I gestured for him to get into the bed and waited for him to lie down on his stomach. I smiled and walked over with bandages and some tape. Without shifting the bed room much, I knelt next to Dick, careful not to breathe too deep.

“How’s your chest?” Dick asked, his voice half muffled by his pillow.

“It hurts, the painkillers kicked in, but I’m going to be bruised for days.”

“I can imagine,” He kissed as I lay the bandages down and smoothed them over.

Once everything was secure, I lay down next to Dick. He smiled and draped an arm over my chest keeping me close to him.

~~

Careful not to move the bed, I gently slid out and made my way to the bathroom. Once I was finished, I opened the door and saw Dick laying on his stomach on his phone. His hair over the night had fallen on his forehead and was falling in his eyes.

“Hey,” I said lying next to him.

“Hey, how’re you feeling?” He propped himself up on his elbow.

“Rough, but I’ve been worse. You?”

“Rough, but nothing this can’t fix,” The bed shifted as Dick put a hand on the other side of my body so that he hovered over me. Slowly, he kissed me. Before I could deepen the kiss, I pushed him away.

“Go brush your teeth,” I told him.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously, otherwise I’m not kissing you.” I smiled as the bed shifted and Dick made his way to the bathroom. He returned back quickly and lay next to me the same way as before.

“See, minty fresh.” Dick pecked my lips in proof.

With a laugh, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. Then someone knocked on the door.

“We know you guys are awake! Do you want breakfast?”

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