#Richard Grayson fanfiction

[mayfieldss]

Can't let go - Dick Grayson

Warnings; language, sexual innuendos, small arguments.

Pairing; Dick Grayson x fem!reader

Summary; You and Dick used to be in love. After your relationship comes to an end, Dick realizes that he never stopped loving you, and maybe he never will.

AN; very loosely inspired by 'Bad Omens' by 5SOS, thanks for the idea / song rec @hiya-its-amber

For the first time in months, Dick feels at peace. He's comfortable and happy, tangled in the sheets with your head on his chest. Your breaths match his, and with his fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin, he can convince himself that this is how it's meant to be. It's proof that he can be happy and that maybe he deserves to be.

"You're oddly quiet." He can hear the smile in your voice, your words drowned in it, and Dick lets himself soak in the fact that you're content. You're content with him.

"Does that bother you?" He presses a kiss to your hair, fingers running absentmindedly over your spine. Your skin is smooth there, scarless, unlike his own.

"I like hearing your voice." You shift in his embrace so you can look at him, and it hits Dick then, just how much he loves the way you look in the morning.

"And like hearing yours." He smiles, and you do the same, the sound of a laugh catching in your throat as he flips over, switching your positions. He's grinning as he presses soft kisses to your neck, and he tries his best to savor the feeling of his lips on your skin. Your hands move over his back and shoulders with touches that alternate between light fingers, skimming over his muscles, and soft hands gripping him tight.

Dick moves his attention to your collarbone, and you chuckle when his hair falls forward, tickling your shoulders. "Get yourself up here, Grayson." He loves the way you say it, and he does as he's told, bringing his lips up to meet yours.

"How ‘bout, I make us breakfast, and we can finish this later?" He stares down at you with gentle eyes, watching as you think it over. Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, and Dick knows more than anything that he would do whatever it took to stay in this moment with you.

"You've got yourself a deal." A Cheshire cat-like smile graces your lips, as you say it, making Dick's stomach do flips.

"What would you like me to make?" He knows the answer already because you give him the same one every time he asks. He only offers you the question so he can stay in bed with you a little while longer.

"You know what I want Grayson, you always do."

Dick raises an eyebrow, fingers running up and down your arm with featherlight touches. "That's an expensive meal you're asking for baby, it'll cost you."

He watches as you bite your lip, the look in your eyes now forever being one of his favourites, before you pull him down into a kiss. It starts soft, sweet, and full of all your affections, but changes soon to something needy and passionate, a feeling so good that it's criminal.

When you pull back for air, you keep him close, arms over his shoulders. "How much does it cost now?"

You smile again, and Dick releases a breathy laugh, moving a hand up to touch your cheek. "Just give me a few more of those, and you have yourself a free meal."

With no hesitation you pull him back toward you, lips melting into his. You were perfect for him, and the feelings that consumed Dick at that moment were still left unmatched.

That's his favourite memory of you, and he recalls it in detail whilst he burns his third plate of food this week. He can't focus on anything other than what he's lost, and he knows he has no one to blame for that but himself. He tried blaming you. He thought if he did, then maybe it wouldn't hurt as much. Maybe he could create some reason in his mind, an explanation for why he did what he did. You had your flaws, but Dick loved every one of them, and there's nothing he can use to pin his pain on you, even if you are the source of it.

When Rachel enters the kitchen Dick hardly notices until he's turned around to see her sitting at the marble island. He puts his plate down, dumping the pan in the sink.

"That's really what you're eating?" Rachel screws up her nose as she watches Dick stand with his back against the counter, plate back in his hand as he takes a small bite of the charred meal. "Did you cook that on a barbecue or something?"

Dick just shrugs, trying to offer the young girl a smile. "It tastes alright." It's a lie and an obvious one at that.

"Dick, put that down, Jesus." Rachel stands, making her way over to him and dumping his plate in the sink. She turns to the fruit bowl on the kitchen island and chucks him an apple. "I can't sit here and watch you eat shit. What was that even supposed to be, anyway?"

Dick grumbles as he watches his meal submerge itself into the water-filled sink, "It was meant to be an omelette, and you didn't have to watch me eat it."

Rachel gives him a pointed look. "That was not an omelette."

Dick turns his gaze away from the burnt, sunken, pile, allowing himself to return Rachel's stare. "I didn't say it was an omelette, I said that's what it was meant to be."

"Well, that doesn't matter." Rachel waves him off, and suddenly her expression changes to one of concern, though it's not directed at him. "I need to tell you something."

"Yeah?" He takes a bite of the apple in his hands, and Dick has to admit that it's a thousand times better than what he had attempted to eat before.

"It's about Y/N."

At the sound of your name Dick almost chokes, but he masks it with a cough, placing the apple on the counter. "What about her?"

Rachel eyes him cautiously, elbows resting on the marble countertop. "Gar and I saw her the other day, at the grocery store, and—" she pauses, frowning at Dick in a way he can't describe. It's something between pity and blame. "You really did a number on her, didn't you?"

Dick stays silent. He knows what he did to you, how he broke your heart. It haunts him every day.

"Aren't you going to ask how she is? Don't you care?" There are tears in Rachel's eyes, and for the first time in since Dick broke it off with you, he remembers how close the two of you had been. Rachel loved you, always stealing you away from him to talk 'girl stuff' in her room or to ask for advice. He'd been so stuck in his own self-pity to remember that.

"I care, Rachel, I do." He finds it hard to look at the girl, her face a reminder of every person he's let down. He wants to ask how you are, but he's afraid of the answer. Rachel tells him anyway.

"You broke her, you know that, right? She loved you so much."

Dick can only nod, her words breaking him down like a chisel to stone.

"I know, Rachel."

She stands, unable to contain her emotions, and stares him down, disappointment in her eyes. Rachel lowers her voice, the sound of heartbreak itself. "She wanted to marry you, Dick. She loved you that much."

That's his breaking point, words that Dick already knew deep down, solidified in the air between him and Rachel Roth. He turns away, pushing down the lump in his throat at the thought of you, walking down the aisle to him. It was something you'd planned together but never gone through with. Five years of love left to rot in the form of half-made wedding plans and late-night conversations.

"She still loves you Dick, and I know you love her too. You can fix this, but you've gotta do it soon." He listens as Rachel's footsteps recede down the hall, leaving him with tears he knows are about to fall.

Dick's hands rest atop the steering wheel, his eyes on the road with you beside him in the passenger seat. You look beautiful, and your smile is wider than usual when he turns to spare a glance at you.

"They looked so happy, didn't they?" You look at him as you say it, locking your eyes with his before he is forced to turn back to the road. By they, you mean the two friends of yours you just witnessed getting married, vows, flowers, and wedding cake enveloping your mind.

"I've never been a fan of weddings, but I think I'd like to get married one day." You sound so dreamy, so in love with the concept at that moment, and Dick lets a laugh escape into the air of the car.

"Nice subtle hint you dropped there."

He sees your head turn back to him in his peripheral, a smile wide on his lips that he can't seem to remove.

"That makes it sound like you're not interested in marrying me. Am I not wife material, Dick Grayson?" You've got a hand over your heart in mock offense as you say it and Dick drums his fingers against the steering wheel, preparing himself for what he's about to say.

"Don't worry baby, I have every intention of marrying you," He dares to risk another look in your direction, greeted by the wide smile on your lips, "if you're up for it of course."

He watches your nose scrunch up, your smile widening before you place a hand on his cheek, nudging him back to face the road. "You can't marry me if we die in a car crash, Grayson, eyes on the prize, baby."

Dick raises an eyebrow, smirk on his lips "You are my prize."

You laugh at that, resting your head on the seatbelt. Dick doesn't know how you find it comfortable, but you act as though it is. "Mrs. Grayson," You mumble, the words making Dick's stomach turn in excitement. "It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

His cheeks hurt, aching with the overload of elation Dick feels. He reaches over to you, placing his hand in yours, the other on the wheel. "I like the way that sounds," He mutters, "can you say it again?"

After that conversation, everything was different in a good way. Dick knew where he stood with you, and he knew how much he really wanted everything to work out. The fact you wanted him the same was what made everything perfect, even if the two of you weren't. You were two flawed people who somehow made each other whole, and with each memory that Dick turned over in his head, the reason he had ruined that grew fainter. He blamed it on his loving you too much, but perhaps the problem lay in Dick's fear that you might leave him when you promised to stay.

Right now, he's in the middle of a staring contest with his phone as it sits innocently on the coffee table. He wants to grab it, strangle it in his hand, and call you for one last shot. He wants to ask for your forgiveness. He wants to kiss your lips again and never let you go. He can't let you go. It's impossible to love someone as much as he loves you and not have them stick to you like glue.

The last time he called you, you didn't answer. He thought you'd moved on, quicker than he ever thought you could, but what Rachel so bittersweetly informed him of contradicts everything he thought he knew. There's a chance that you still want him, that you're still willing to be his person, and that's a chance he's willing to take.

He picks up the phone and slips it into his pocket, praying that he hasn't ruined the only thing he really needs as he heads for the elevator. It's risky, and by the time he's made it to his car, his hands are shaking. He can't reach over the centre console and hold your hand in his this time. He ruined that. And he has to fix it alone.

Dick Grayson can't breathe. He's trying to make sense of the situation before him, you standing in the doorway of your apartment, whilst Dick is in the hall mouth agape. He watches your eyes widen, the initial shock of seeing him settling upon you before you slam the door in his face.

That snaps him out of whatever trace he was stuck in, and he knocks one once more, calling out. "Y/N, please open the door."

He hears you shuffling around on the other side of the door, the faint sound of a sob hitting him with the force of a tidal wave. It rips down his defences, scratching at his skin until he's banging on the door again. He's desperate to get to you if it's the last thing he does.

"Y/N, come on baby, let me in."

"Why should I?" You shout back, voice breaking in the process. Dick ceases his movements, forehead resting against the door in defeat. He wanted this to happen differently. He wanted everything between you to end differently. He didn't want it to end at all.

"We need to talk, Y/N please, I'm begging you, open the door."

His heart tears open with every word, hands rested on firmly on the wood before him, until finally, the doorknob turns.

The door is left open by about an inch, an invitation for Dick to let himself in. He does so with relief, but when he steps inside, you've placed yourself halfway across the living room, a clear indication that even though he's allowed in, you still need space. Your arms are folded around yourself like some kind of protective barrier between you and him.

"I'm sorry." The words are pathetic and not nearly enough to excuse all he's done. "I'm so sorry."

You're staring him down, unblinking as if you're afraid doing so will make your tears fall faster. Dick hates himself, and pure burning disgust for his own being runs through his veins when you speak.

"Why? Why did you do it?"

Dick wants to be sick right there on your carpeted floor, but he stays strong for you. He'll try to for as long as he can.

"I didn't want what I do to put you in danger." He stands straighter, pushing back the lump in his throat, trying to keep what it means at bay. "I didn't want to see you get hurt because of me."

You let out a shallow laugh, casting your eyes across the ground. The whole situation seems so dark, lonely, and broken, and Dick supposes that represents both of you perfectly.

"Are you hearing yourself, Dick?" You look up at him, and it's impossible for Dick to interpret the emotion behind your eyes. There's too much of it to see through. "You did the one thing that could actually hurt me."

He can't think of anything to say to that. Dick wants to say sorry again, but it won't do any good. He knows that now. He stares at you with sorrow and disbelief, unable to form a single word. He came here to tell you he still loves you, but he doesn't know if you'll want to hear it.

"I thought you wanted me. I thought we had it all planned out." You swallow harshly, collecting yourself and Dick watches the tears roll down your cheeks, watches the way they are highlighted by the light reflecting off of them. He did that to you.

"I still want you, I do." Dick wants to move forward, but he knows it's not a good choice to make. "I want to go through with everything, all the plans we made. I want to marry you." It's abruptly spoken, and his voice shakes. His own tears prick against his eyes, and he pushes them back as best he can.

"If you wanted me, why'd you leave?" Your voice inches up in volume, and your arms fold around your body tighter, protecting yourself from the man who swore to protect you.

There's nothing Dick can say but the truth. He can't hide behind half of it, say only what he wants to believe, not anymore.

"I was scared you'd leave me first, okay? I was afraid I'd lose you to something I couldn't control, and I let that fear control me."

His tears forge a path down his cheeks, hot against his skin, his voice raising itself considerably, another thing he can't stop. "I didn't want to pull out a ring, and have you say no."

"I would've said yes. You know that." You're shaking your head in disbelief, taking small steps in his direction. "You know more than anything just how much I love you. I would've said yes."

You still sound angry with him, but your voice is softer, and with each second Dick finds it harder to breathe. He remembers everything so clearly, the five years he spent loving you that he threw away in one night.

"I didn't want to lose you, and I felt like it was going to happen, so I thought why not sooner rather than later?" His eyes burn, and he sucks in another breath to hold against his chest. "I regret everything I said to you that night. I fucked up, but I still fucking love you."

"I love you too." You're still miles from him, halfway across the room, and Dick wants to reach for you and make things right.

"It can't go back to the way it was, Dick." Your words cut deep, pulling at his heart like someone to a harp’s strings. "You have to earn it."

He takes in your words, breathing in his punishment. He's willing to do whatever it takes to get back to the place he was with you before. "Just give me one chance, Y/N, I won't fuck it up this time. I promise."

Your eyes scan over him as if accessing a threat and Dick hates that you see him that way now. "One chance."

And just like that relief floods his veins, his body loosening as you make your way to him, steps slow with caution. Once close enough, Dick reaches out, at peace when you move into his arms. With eyes shut tightly, he presses a kiss to your hair, tears still forcing themselves from his eyes in silence. "I'm so sorry." His words are muffled, and you stay quiet, but somehow that's enough.

AN: I literally hate this ending.

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[swabsandcream]

A New Start [Part 2]

Detective Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

A/N: I just want to say I appreciate all the positive feedback for the first part. This is my first time writing a fanfic, so I hope you guys like this part as much as the last. 

Summary: As Y/N and Dick begin to build a connection between one another, a new problem comes up that sets them at odds.  

Warnings: Profanity, mentions of violence 

After Y/N and Dick’s little heart to heart moment, they proceeded to go to work on the ongoing robbery investigation. As she sat at her desk and scanned through the evidence files Dick had given her, she allowed her mind wonder off to a more interesting topic. 

Y/N felt at ease now that she had managed to get on her partner’s good side, but she also began to have other feelings towards him. She could tell from that small interaction that he has seen and been through a lot of bad stuff, just like her. On one side, he has this kind of edge that tells you he’s not the kind of person you want to mess with. On the other side, he is compassionate and caring for those who he feels a connection with.

Y/N allowed herself to remain zoned out as she continued to think about Dick. What is he like outside of work? What does he enjoy doing in his spare time? Does he have a girlfriend? These intrusive thoughts clouded her mind to the point where she didn’t notice her partner was out of his chair and packing his things to leave. Dick, putting his coat on and throwing his bag over his shoulder, let out a deep sigh and turned to look over at Y/N.

“Well Y/N, it was nice to meet and talk to you, I’m heading out for the night. See you first thing in the morning alright?” He waited until she rose her head up to give her a warm smile.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” She smiled back and watched as he started towards the door.

Y/N watched as Dick walked out the front doors, feeling slightly ashamed by the impact he seemed to have on her although they just met. Despite her feelings, she decided that she wouldn’t try to act on them. After losing her old partner, she felt that it would be best to avoid getting too close to her new partner. She couldn’t handle losing another partner, let alone one that she cared deeply about. 

“Working late tonight new girl?” A woman’s voice caused Y/N to turn around and meet the eyes of an officer, who appeared to be on her way out as well.

“Oh no. I’m just preparing for tomorrow, hopefully we’ll be able to find a lead in the case.” Y/N waved to the officer, receiving a thumbs up in response as the woman continued walking.

Y/N had left shortly after, returning to her mediocre apartment in a semi-decent neighborhood not too far away from the station. She did her usual nightly routine and called it a night, prepared for the busy day tomorrow. 

It was now morning time and Y/N was standing in front of her long mirror giving herself a once over. She made a few changes to her usual plain black and white wardrobe, adding a bit more color. She convinced herself that it was only part of her journey to turn a new leaf. Satisfied with her new look, she grabbed her keys and the personal items she wanted to decorate her new desk with and headed out to work. Arriving to the police department a few minutes later, Y/N entered the building with a gleeful smile on her face like yesterday. Her smile dropped as soon as she saw what appeared to be an empty precinct. Confused and concerned, she went over to her desk to set her things down then heard the captain’s voice calling out for her.

“Detective Y/L/N! We’re all in the meeting room waiting for you.” She sped to the meeting room, where she could see everyone had already taken a seat, and Captain Nelson was standing behind the podium in front of everyone. In the very front, sat a tired-looking Dick with a cup of hot coffee in his hand. Y/N took the empty seat next to him, still confused about the unplanned meeting.

"Morning partner." Dick says softly as he sips his coffee, taking notice to his partner’s appearance being much more vibrant than the day before.

"Good morning, Dick. What's all this about anyway?"

"No clue.” Dick kept his eyes on Y/N as she looked around the room, still trying to make sense of what was happening. Their attention was quickly grabbed by the captain, who was ready to start the meeting.

"Now that everyone's here, I'd like to inform you all about a potentially new problem we'll have to face in the near future." Everyone watched the captain as he turned on the monitors behind him. On the screen were two surveillance shots of a man dressed in a red and green kevlar suit with a black mask on his face. He appeared to be in the middle of fighting a group of men.

"We got a call last night about some caped crusader single handedly fighting six men all by himself. By the time our people got there, they found all six men bloody and badly beaten. The vigilante was nowhere to be found."

Y/N couldn't believe her eyes. She had only heard stories about him, but never thought she would end up in the same city as him.

"Holy shit...is that Robin?" Y/N said as stood up to get a better view of the monitor, still in disbelief. Dick quickly turned to glare at her, surprised she was able to identify the person in the images so fast.

 He chose to remain silent and observe the reactions of his colleagues. They were all expressing a disapproving attitude, some of them even cracked jokes about the suit. All except for Y/N, who seemed to be thrilled by the revelation, almost like she was a fan. Dick tuned out everyone around him and focused only on Y/N, who only spoke highly of Robin. 

“You guys can say what you want but that guy is badass. To take on six guys all by himself is unreal! I wonder if Batman is here too or if he came by himself.”

"Don't know, and don't care. I refuse to let these mask wearing freaks come into my city and do whatever the hell they want. They think they can do our jobs better than us, but what happened last night wasn't justice. I want to know why he targeted them specifically.” Captain Nelson was clearly a part of the disapproving crowd, cutting off the monitor and stepping from behind the podium to assign the new task.

“Detectives Kurt and Rodriguez, I’m assigning you both to the vigilante case. The rest of you, continue with the robbery investigation and report to me as soon as you find a lead. Thank you, dismissed.” Y/N and Dick left out of the meeting room together, both watching Kurt and Rodriguez complain about the new assignment on the way back to their desks. 

“You seeing these guys? Just ungrateful. I would kill to take on a case like that.” Y/N turned to Dick, quietly walking alongside her. He just flashed a smile and continued walking. She noticed that he hadn’t really said anything during the entire meeting, but she just assumed that he was indifferent to the vigilante stuff.

They both went back to their desks and started working. Y/N couldn’t take her mind off of Robin and Dick couldn’t take his mind off of Y/N. He wondered how she would react if she knew that he was the man underneath the mask. Y/N on the other hand wondered about the motive Robin had to go after those men like that. They clearly weren’t good guys, but there are bad guys all over the city. Why them? Why now? The more she thought about it, the more she became invested in the case itself.

 Y/N took a quick look around to see if anyone was close enough to see what she was doing. Once the coast was clear, she used her computer to access the arrest records of the men who were detained after the Robin situation. All five of the men’s mugshots were displayed on her monitor and she could see the damage Robin had done to these guys, but there was one missing. She knew that his injuries must have been so severe that he had to be hospitalized. 

“What if this guy was the target and the rest of them were just collateral damage?” She muttered to herself, slowly piecing the mystery together. Her thoughts were interrupted by Dick slamming his notebook on the desk in front of her. Before she had a chance to react, Dick was already hovering over her, expressing his newfound enthusiasm. 

“I got it Y/N. This is our lead right here I just need you to-” Dick stopped as soon as he laid eyes on Y/N’s monitor. She was looking into the guys he beat to a pulp last night. Panic started to set in as he recalled her being listed as a proficient level detective in her files. He felt like there was a good chance she could uncover his secret, so he had to do whatever it takes to keep her from being successful.

“Y/N, we need to focus on the case that was assigned to us. No going off on our own, remember?” 

“I know and I’m sorry, but I just-”

“Don’t let your curiosity get the best of you. If I catch you looking into the Robin stuff any further, I’ll have to report you to Nelson. Trust me, pissing off the captain is the last thing you want to do.” Dick’s tone came off much sterner than he wanted it to, but he needed her to get off the Robin thing as soon as possible. Part of him felt guilty as he watched her remove the photos of the men from her screen, her silence and sullen expression said more than enough. 

“I’m going to take our lead to the captain and see what he says. If it’s good enough, I could get the green light to hold a stakeout.” Y/N sat in silence, staring at Dick while he briefly explained how he got some intel from someone he knows about a location where the stolen money is being stored.

She wasn’t giving him any sign of affirmation, making it clear that she wasn’t happy with him. Dick took the hint and walked off to the captain’s office. She felt like he was overreacting about her looking into the Robin case, but he was right about her not being focused on the task at hand. After sitting and thinking to herself for a few minutes, she made the conscious decision to give her full attention to the robbery case. But first, she wanted to know the name of the sixth man involved in the case. Y/N put her eyes on Kurt and Rodriguez, who were both sitting at their desks, presumably discussing the case. She figured all she had to do was go ask them for the guy’s name, but as soon as she got up to approach them Dick was already on his way back. She sat back down in her chair and acted natural as Dick came to stand on her side of the desk, towering over her again.

"Nelson gave us the green light for the stakeout. We should exchange numbers since we’ll be doing this together, in case anything happens.” Dick pulled his phone from his back pocket, unlocking and holding it out to her. Y/N obliged, saving her number into his phone. She looked back up at him to give him his phone back and watched as he parted his lips to speak. 

“Also, I want to apologize about the threat I made earlier. I just really want to get through this case Y/N, I’ve been busting my ass these past few weeks trying to catch these guys.”

“Dick, I totally understand. I’m sorry too, and the bird boy is off limits from now on, I promise.”

“Oh, that’s a good one.” Dick and Y/N shared a laugh before falling into a moment of silence. The prolonged eye contact between the two spoke volumes to one another. There was something there that neither one of them wanted to acknowledge at the time, especially since they were about to spend a few hours alone together the very next day. Y/N turned away first, trying to find something to do in effort to ease the tension.

“Okay, I’m just gonna-” 

“Yeah, me too.” Dick hastily turns away and moves back over to his desk, plopping down into his chair and raising his hands to hold the back of his head. He stared blankly at his computer screen, trying desperately not to shift his eyes over to his partner.

As much as he wanted to fight his growing attraction for Y/N, he couldn’t. After a failed relationship with Dawn, he promised himself that he wouldn’t get involved with another woman for a while, that is, until Y/N showed up. She just had to be his type, confident, strong-willed, and intelligent. Her unknowingly being fascinated with him and his ‘extracurricular activities’ only made his feelings stronger, along with the fear of her finding out and possibly ruining his acquaintance with her. 

On the other side of the desk, Y/N quietly tended to the decorations she brought from home, trying to keep her mind and eyes off the alluring man sitting a couple feet away from her. It wasn’t long before her attention was claimed by said man, who made her look at her left at a fellow detective, who had his right hand in the back of his pants, scratching aggressively. Dick and Y/N snickered at the man, finding his actions both humorous and disgusting. This provoked jokes and playful banter between the two as a result, which lasted until it was time to say goodbye. Y/N was the last to leave again, or she thought she was as she made her way to the door and caught Rodriguez still at his desk. With no hesitation, she redirected herself over to him to ask the million-dollar question. She had a hard time convincing him that her questions were just out of curiosity, but after a few words of reassurance, he finally gave her the answer. Tyler Hackett.

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[sanguineterrain]

Your writing is so damn good, you execute every request perfectly 😭

Could you maybe write something where Dick's insecure partner wants to break up with him because their self-image is getting worse cause they feel they can't catch up to the Golden Boy reputation, superheroes, billionaires and so on?

hi, thanks for the request! I hope I did it justice :) a brief interlude from jaytodd before we return to our regularly scheduled program lol

dick grayson x gn!reader. low self esteem, an almost breakup, reader feeling insecure, threatened, sad. happy ending! 2.1k words

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You've been tugging at your outfit for ten minutes. At this rate, you'll have to concede that this is as good as it's going to get.

"My love, you almost ready?"

You sigh and watch your reflection fold its arms.

"Yeah," you say softly. "'M ready."

The door opens. Your heart swoops.

Dick is beautiful, as usual. Your boyfriend can do a lot, including fill a suit. Both your and his outfits were tailor-made because that's one of the perks of being the son of a billionaire.

Over and over, you'd insisted you could wear off-the-rack, and over and over, Dick had said that was silly, that Bruce wouldn't mind.

And it's true that what you're wearing flatters you better than anything from Macy's or Marshall's would've. But you know it won't help tonight. Not in a room full of Gotham's elite.

"Just as I suspected," Dick says, immediately draping his arms over your hips. "You're gonna steal the show tonight."

He's lying.

That voice in your head has gotten louder recently, and you don't know how to turn it off.

You kiss him instead of responding. Dick enthusiastically reciprocates, always delighted when you touch him. You used to think it would be enough.

But ever since you found out that not only are you dating a billionaire philanthropist with a face that makes angels weep, but that said guy is also arguably the most beloved hero in Gotham, maybe second only to the Batman (who's his freaking dad?!), you've begun to have doubts.

You pull back. Dick's tie perfectly sets off his eyes. They're bright as they look at you.

"Everything okay?" he asks, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

"Uh-huh," you say, trying to smile. "Just nervous."

“Hey, it's alright. I'll be by your side all night. I'll save you from any and all small talk, promise." He winks. "And we can duck out early, get hot chocolate from that place you like. They won't care."

Dick's always doing that. Always catering to you. You're just some nobody who happened to stumble into the best relationship you’ve ever had with a golden god.

Dick never reminds you of that. That he could do better. He doesn't have to—you know it all on your own.

You swallow. “Okay. If you're sure. I... I would like to leave early, Gray."

“‘Course, baby,” Dick says, attaching his cuff links. "Anything you want."

You turn back to the mirror, wondering if you can reinvent your personality before you go and remind everyone what a mistake Dick Grayson has made in choosing you. 

****

The party is tasteful, though a little stuffy. You're only here because Dick is going to give a speech, and he asked you to come support him. And while you know it's better for him to go without you so you won't dull his shine, it seems Dick hasn't quite figured that out.  

You hold onto Dick’s arm as he makes his usual rounds. Dick doesn't enjoy these events, you know that, but he's fluid in his interactions. There is no doubt he’s Bruce Wayne’s prodigy. With his suit, his hair, his easy posture, Dick is almost unrecognizable from when you woke up with him this morning. 

He's in his element. All you can do is peer in and watch. 

Dick leans in and slips a hand around your waist after the fourth interaction with a donor. A donor who, again, acted like Dick may as well have been dragging around a coat rack with how intently they ignored you. Not that you give a shit about what the one percent have to say about you, except sometimes they say a lot of mean things, things you're pretty sure they don't let Dick overhear, and sometimes you start wondering if Dick is the only person who can't see truth in what they say, and sometimes—

“Hey.” Dick leans in to talk in your ear. He's warm and solid. You wish that was a comfort. “You okay?”

You're exhausted. 

“Uh-hmm.”

He is going to wake up one of these days and realize he can have it so much better. 

Dick moves like he's about to say more, pull you closer and permeate your senses with his gold.

“Dickie!” 

Sweet, tinkling laughter echoes across the room. The crowd parts for this new woman, an obvious socialite, dressed to the nines and gorgeous. 

Her dress matches Dick's tie. You feel sick.

When she reaches you two, she wastes no time grabbing Dick and kissing his cheek. He extricates himself from her, like he's done a million times before with everyone else who thinks they're entitled to a piece of Dick Grayson. He shoots you an apologetic look. You look away.

“My God, it’s been what, ten years?” she says. Then she sees you. “Oh! Where are my manners? I’m Caroline Banesbury, Duchess of Middlesworth. I heard the Dickie Grayson was going to be here, and I had to come.”

“Been a while,” Dick says, smiling blandly. “How are you, Caroline?”

“Spectacular! Father just bought another castle. You should come and see it sometime.” She plucks a flute of champagne off of a passing tray and smiles behind the rim of the glass. 

“Dick and I go way back,” she says, gaze roving over him. “I hear you're transforming Blüdhaven. Taking a page out of Bruce's book, hm? You always had a big heart, Dickie.” 

She grabs his arm and links it with hers. You sigh and take a sip of your own drink. You half-wish Poison Ivy would come in and gas the room or something.

Dick clears his throat and maneuvers out of her grip once more, letting go of her with a light pat. He returns to you, snugly holding your shoulders.

"This is my partner," he says about you.

Caroline hums, looking over you. "I see. Pleasure."

You nod. She turns back to Dick.

“If I can be of any help to your project, you let me know,” she adds, glancing down at where her empty arm now hangs at her side. “Anything.” 

“That's generous of you, Carrie.” 

Dick and I go way back.

Oh. Right. You're stupid. They've dated. 

“We should have dinner,” she continues. “Catch up. I'm dying to know what Gotham's darling has been up to.”

“I feel sick,” you announce. 

Dick and Caroline turn to you. Caroline looks perplexed, like you've just said you like to chew concrete. 

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that,” she says, hardly sparing you a glance. "Perhaps you ought to lie down."

You feel Dick's eyes on you. If you don't leave soon, he'll know you're lying. Possibly the worst part about dating Batman's protégé.

Suddenly, leaving this hall is the most important thing you've ever had to do. You feel like you'll die if you don't.

Your feet start moving.

"Baby—"

Anyway, this is Caroline's chance. She can swoop in with her trust fund and while you think Dick can do way better than her—he can always do better—anyone is better than you. For Dick Grayson, who has been a master acrobat since he was a child, son of Batman, leader of the Titans, indubitably intelligent, capable, beautiful, the best goddamn guy you'll ever know—

You've lost your way. You're out of the gala, away from duchesses and doom. And you meant to get your coat but this hall that Bruce rented is enormous. You've no idea where you are. But you're alone.

Bruce must've known too, how unfit you are for his son. And why wouldn't he tell Dick? Unless Dick ignored him, because Dick, for all his smarts, is stupidly in love with you, thinks you're where he should put his heart, is certain you won't fumble and drop it.

Warm, callused fingers catch your wrist and you remember, suddenly, Dick telling you once, after you'd nearly stumbled into the street, that he'd never let you fall.

You meet his eyes. Why does he look at you like that? Who gave him the right to look at you like-like you—as if you could ever deserve—

"Hey," he says, squeezes your hand. "Hey, hey. What's going on?"

Dick Grayson is not a trusting man but he trusts you and good God, you're about to break him.

"I need to break up with you," you blurt.

"What?" he breathes. "What—why would you say that?"

You wish he'd give you the slip he gave everyone in that room, gently separate your arm from his hand. You never learned how to evade Dick's touch.

"Because it's true. Dick, please understand—"

"No, I'm trying to understand. Because yesterday—no, tonight, you were fine—"

"No, Dick, I wasn't fine! I haven't been fine in months!"

You wrench your arm away. He looks like you slapped him.

"You know anybody I talk to in there means nothing, right? You know that, honey." He's pleading.

You curl your fist into your eye. "It's more than that, Gray."

"Then tell me what the problem is," he says desperately. "Tell me and we'll fix it. I promise we can fix it."

"You can't!" you say, voice cracking. "You can't fix me."

Dick shakes his head. "I don't—"

"Why can't you let me break up with you with a little bit of dignity?" you ask. "Do you have to be better at this too?"

"I don't want to break up," he says, tugging at a handful of his hair. "This doesn't make sense. We're happy. You're happy, aren't you? Don't I make you happy?"

"Of course," you choke out. "Of course you make me happy. But you don't see I'm bad for you. You're wonderful and perfect and golden, Dick. And I'm a stain. I need to be scrubbed away."

"Wh—that's not true!"

"Everywhere we go, people see me with you and are immediately confused. I'm not a superhero, I'm not royalty, I'm not a socialite, and yet somehow I've managed to snag Gotham's darling. This is a mistake. I'm trying to do you a favor and wake you up!"

Dick's face is hard with anger. How could you have thought this would be easy?

"I don't need to be woken up! What is it that makes you think I have no agency over the people I choose to spend time with? Everyone I meet thinks they're entitled to touch me, demand me. Everyone but you. You, the person I chose to love, who I love everyday. Do you think you pulled the wool over my eyes and you're snapping me out of it? Is that what you really think?"

And isn't this the most puzzling thing? That he's not sad or gently accepting; Dick is mad.

"I just—" He runs a hand through his hair. "I don't mean to yell, but really, I can't bear it if you see me as some god on a pedestal, unattainable and inhuman, like everyone else sees me. I love you on purpose."

"You're so accomplished, though," you say weakly. "You're..." You wave your hand over him. "You're fucking Nightwing, D. You were Robin, you have superheroes for friends, Batman for a parent, you're beloved by, like, all of Jersey—"

"My love, you know those are just parts of me. You see all of me. You know me. And that's not a one-way privilege, okay? I'm so damn lucky to know you, to love you, to be with you, to fight with you. To fight for you. Knowing you isn't something I take for granted."

"But I'm boring," you say, tears spilling over. "Jesus Christ, Dick, I'm plain and untalented, barely a dime to my name, so painfully ordinary that—"

"Listen to me," he says, taking your face in his hands. "Flying around or shooting lasers out of your eyes, sure, it's cool, and it's helpful for taking down an alien dictator. But I don't need you to do any of that, honey. I don't need nor want you to be anyone but you. I wasn't tricked or swindled into loving you. We caught each other halfway, just like we were meant to."

You let him pull you into his arms, let him press your tear stains to his silk pocket square, let his hair fall around you.

His embrace is solid, firm, but when he inhales, his shoulders shake.

"Do you—" He swallows, throat against yours. "Do you still want to break up?"

His heart beats against your cheek.

"I'm just afraid you'll get tired of me," you whisper. "Bored. Annoyed."

"I won't," he whispers. "You're the least boring person ever. It's never boring to be loved."

You squeeze your eyes shut. Dick's warmth encloses you.

"No, I don't want to break up. I'm sorry."

He holds you tighter, and you realize you never had to match Dick's tie. Not when you've got his heart.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #richard grayson x reader #Nightwing x reader #Nightwing x you #Nightwing fanfiction #dick Grayson fanfiction #dick Grayson imagine #Nightwing imagine #batman fanfiction #dc fanfiction #inbox #blurb

[peppermintwhisp]

Ok guys. This has been bothering me for a while, but I’ve finally had enough.

Alfred Pennyworth would not stick the title ‘Master’ in front of any rando that wanders into the manor. So please get all the “Master Kents” and “Master Harpers” out of your fics.

Hell, proper butler etiquette dictates that Alfred should not be addressing Bruce as ‘Master Wayne’ nor “Master Bruce”. As the head of the household, Bruce should be addressed as “Sir” or “Mister Wayne”

The title ‘Master’ is reserved for young male children deemed not old enough for the title ‘Mister’ and it is exactly how Alfred would have addressed a young Bruce at the time of his parents’ death. Over the years, Alfred likely kept the same address for Bruce out of affection.

The Robins too would mostly likely get the same treatment - “Master Jason”, “Master Dick”, etc, but please, please NOT any of their friends nor any other acquaintance that happened to wander in the door. They would be addressed under the proper honorific of “Mister”.

Alfred Pennyworth did not study the art of butler etiquette for you guys to shame him like this.

#alfred pennyworth #batfam #bruce wayne #richard grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #clark kent #roy harper #dcu #writing #fanfiction #butler etiquette #is actually kinda find to read about #the highest paid butler #is making supposedly over 2M a year #and they’re not supposed to leave a room without asking ‘will that be all sir?’ #and they’re never supposed to tell their employers that they’re wrong #which must have been veeeeery difficult for Alfred

[loppsided]

d. grayson as your boyfriend

summary: headcanons for boyfriend dick :p

pairing: dick grayson x afab!reader

wc: 397

warnings: fluffy grayson, slight cussing,

a/n: probably going to be doing a lot of headcanons since im in school so enjoy this! reblogs and likes appreciated!

so protective, sometimes to the point where it gets annoying lmao. he just wants to make sure your safe at all times and what better way to do that than being near you 24/7!

100% clingy dick when you get that comfortable with each other

hands always roaming on your body, in your hair, on your back, holding yours.

if your a titan it takes a lot of convincing him to let you on missions not because he doesn't think you can handle yourself but because he knows he'll be distracted making sure your not hurt instead of doing the mission.

if your a normal civilian he teaches you hand to hand combat, hes nervous one day someone might try to take you and he needs you to be capable of defending yourself.

brings you flowers every friday, especially when hes super busy with missions to let you know your still his #1 priority.

patching up his bruises and cuts after a mission, scolding him on being more careful as he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes.

love language is definitely acts of service -- training with you to make sure your at your best, making your bed for you when your busy, cooking you breakfast in bed just because "he feels like it."

just those little things that make sure you don't forget how much he loves you.

his stern demeanor falls quickly when hes around you, a big softy when its just you and him watching a movie or taking a bath together.

speaking of baths, this man LOVES taking showers/baths with you in a non-sexual way. after a mission when he's all bloody and sweaty he asks you to join him so you can wash each other off.

play fighting when training together -- always ending in you and him wrestling on the floor with side splinters from laughing so hard.

listening to each others favorite songs, discussing the lyric delivery and melody of each one. after ranting about your favorite album for almost 10 minutes he decides to buy you a vinyl of it.

him opening up about his past, growing up with bruce, his time as a detective in detroit and more around the 5-6 month mark of the relationship.

overall, though he can be a pain in the ass, he's the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

#titans!dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson #hbo max titans #richard grayson x reader #dick grayson headcanons #dick grayson imagine #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x reader #x fem!reader #fanfiction #titans!richard grayson x reader #nightwing fluff #nightwing x y/n

[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

[asgardianhobbit98]

Four for Valentine: Week 3 "Eavesdropping"

Fandom: DC, Nightwing, Batfamily

Pairing: Nightwing / Female Reader

Important tags: Probably the most overdone trope in the world but hey, it’s Nightwing fluff, we deserve more Nightwing fluff; fluff; proposal; eavesdropping; established relationship; female reader.

Summary: You overhear Dick and Bruce talking on the phone and find out Dick is wanting to borrow money... This sets off some alarm bells in your mind as their relationship is so strained it must be something very important for Dick to ask for money. Turns out, though, that it's not all as bad as you thought it was...

Written for my "Four for Valentine" event 🩶🩷

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You had been done with work maybe two minutes earlier than usual. Yet, in those few moments before he noticed you, you managed to overhear enough to scramble your brain completely.

Dick was on the phone with someone you deduced to be Bruce – not because you were in any way a detective like Dick, but because you literally overheard an annoyed ‘Bruce’ come from Dick’s mouth.

Awkwardly standing behind him, you listened in on what was going to become a life changing moment of eavesdropping.

It wasn’t like Dick had any secrets from you to begin with, so eavesdropping wasn’t perhaps the reason behind why you suddenly felt so awkward. It was more the fact that, quite honestly, Dick’s relationship with Bruce was.. complicated. And on top of that Bruce was a very intimidating character all on his own. So you didn’t want to interrupt in the slightest in fear that he might get annoyed with you (not that Bruce ever could get annoyed with you). So you stayed right there on the side of the street, staring at Richard’s back as you overheard everything…

“It needs to be perfect. She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on, I can’t just give – But it’s just a little… Yes, I know. I know. I know what I said. I just can’t afford this one right now. I’ll pay back… Really? No, I want to pay back. Thank you Bruce. I mean it. I owe you one. No, I do. Thanks. Bye.”

Once he hung up, he turned to find you awkwardly stood behind him. He nearly jumped out of his skin, which was unusual as Dick was really difficult to scare. The man had a sixth sense or something, probably from his time at the academy.

“Did you just overhear-“

“No! Not at all,” you were quick to say.

But inside, that lie didn’t quite cover the beating of your heart and the worry spreading through your chest. Dick would never borrow money from Bruce because of their complicated relationship. So what was so important…

Assuming it was you that he was speaking of was something you were comfortable with. After all, this man had devoted himself to you since that day, three months into your relationship, that you’d caught him mid mental breakdown in the shower… and you had jumped in, clothes on, to just hold him. He went through so much. So much pain. So much anguish. He saw such horrors as a detective in Bludhaven. You just wanted to be there for him. So of course you were. Without judgement. Without fail. And apparently he’d had little to no such support before. Because from that day on, Dick had been in love with you.

You’d fallen for him a bit earlier, but once his love was locked in, you only fell deeper in love with him. He was so gentle, so caring, and so extremely goofy… Just to make you laugh, smile…

Perfection. He was perfection to you. And so, you didn’t feel it was a presumption to think he had been speaking about you. The only thing your brain was trying to figure out was what he was borrowing money for.

…

He drove you home, as always.

You didn’t live together yet, but you practically did.

On the days that he could get away from work to pick you up from your job, drive you home safe and walk you up to your door, and subsequently enter after you invited him in for dinner or a movie marathon or to just talk, Dick didn’t go home. He had clothes in your closet, his own set of towels, his own bar of soap. And you had the same objects in his flat.

Why the two of you didn’t live together yet was mainly because Dick was a little reluctant. Not in a bad way. But he was worried for your safety. He never brought his work home unless it was too much on him and he needed to talk or cry to you, but he was terrified that “work” would follow him home some day and it would put you in danger.

You weren’t quite sure why, considering Dick always managed to put everyone in jail. And if he didn’t, then Bludhaven’s protector, Nightwing, sure did. Still… you let him fret about your safety and you didn’t push him on the subject.

You hadn’t mentioned living together for three years now. It had turned into a comfortable routine to simply pretend to have daily sleepovers.

But as Dick walked you up to your door that afternoon, using his own key to unlock it for you, you were quieter than usual and forgot to offer the usual invite in.

He tried to ask if something was the matter but you just kept up the ‘no no! I’m okay!’ façade as best as you could.

The routine continued as normal for a while after that; the gentle homely everyday life the two of you had created, where Dick would sit himself down at the kitchen counter with some reports he wanted to finish, or read through, whilst he watched you cook happened just as always.

He cooked sometimes too in the beginning of your relationship but that hadn’t lasted long as he was, quite honestly, useless in the kitchen. You blamed his childhood where he’d literally had a butler. He blamed the fact that he was just better at other things. Whatever it was he was better at, you used to joke, you hadn’t seen it yet.

He’d always chuckle and pretend to be hurt before pressing kisses to your temple, hugging you tightly.

This evening was a little different from others though. He finished some reports. You cooked. He would look up and stare at you… And that was where the difference came in. You wanted to turn around and catch his gaze as usual, send him a little loving smile… But you didn’t. You were too caught up in the conversation you’d overheard, not sure why. Your mind was trying its hardest to come up with something: a reason for why Dick would borrow money for you…

Of course Dick noticed that. He was a detective, and a damned good one when it came to you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked once more. There was a mixture between worry and haste in his words whilst he stood to move over to you.

You were absentmindedly stirring the boiling pasta which wasn’t needed as much as you were doing it, but it was something to avoid his loving gaze. He hugged you from behind, and you instantly leaned back into the hug, enjoying his little kisses and his little nibbles at your neck. “You’re quiet and you’re avoiding me. You never do that.”

True. Even if you were sad or upset about something, even him, then you’d never become distant.

Humming in delight at his show of affection, you let go of the wooden spoon and let your hands rest on his arms around you. “I’m sorry, Dick. I don’t mean to worry you.”

“So something is wrong?”

“No… I don’t know.”

He let go of you to gently turn you, catching your gaze with a tilt of his head. “What do you mean?”

You desperately reached out to hold his hands, just to touch something and to ground your thoughts a bit, because honestly you weren’t quite sure why you were so fixated on this but… you were.

“I guess I sorta overheard your phone call earlier…”

“Oh…” His eyes grew big, and he tensed.

Oh no.

“Love, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but why were you asking Bruce for money?”

Dick shook his head quickly, “Wait no, this isn’t…” Dick sighed. “Just. Stay there. Well, don’t let the food burn I guess but stay there.”

He suddenly rushed off, leaving you with more questions than anything else, really.

“Dick? Wait where are you going?”

He grabbed his jacket and just reassured you it was all okay and that you shouldn’t go anywhere… then he left.

Huh? You stood, dumbfounded, in the kitchen, pasta boiling, sauce bubbling…

And now you were less worried, and more confused. Dick hadn’t seemed weirded out or like he was off to never come back, he just seemed stressed about something not going his way and you really had no idea what was going on.

Fighting the urge to get a little upset about his lack of communication, you finished cooking and prepared two plates of food.

In the end, you ate yours all alone, and put his plate in the fridge for him.

You cleaned up the kitchen, you watched the sun go down over Bludhaven, you stared at the clock, you paced for a while, you tried to watch TV for a while…

Hours later, you gave up waiting and moved to the shower. You sent a couple of worried text messages with no response. You got ready for the night as best you could despite the growing pit in your stomach.

Did he run out for good after all?

Had something happened?

He had seemed stressed, maybe he didn’t drive safely?!

…

At some point during the night, you’d heard the key enter the slot and the front door open. It wasn’t like you could sleep, after all, so you’d propped yourself up on your elbows and waited. It was Dick’s footsteps that entered. He shifted around a bit by the door, then his steps disappeared into the flat.

Confused, and at this point a little hurt despite not knowing what to be hurt about, you just laid back down and turned onto your side.

What a strange day.

…

Not quite sure if you got a lot of sleep in or not, but at least aware that you had fallen asleep now that you knew Dick was safe, you were suddenly stirred awake by Dick crawling onto the bed.

He sat on his knees next to you, reaching for your shoulder to wake you, but paused when he noticed you move your head to look at him. It was dark as all hell in the room, so you only saw his shape for a while. Until he bent back to turn the lamp on behind him.

You squinted your eyes for a bit as they got used to the light, noticing him shift his hand to hold something out to you, but not seeing what until a bit later and…

Once you saw what it was, you just sort of stared.

There were even more questions in your mind now. He had run out for this!? Was this the thing he wanted to buy that he required Bruce’s help with!? If so, you understood why because… this ring looked expensive. Not only that, but you saw the little black box had an insignia from a rare jewellery store which one couldn’t find anywhere but in Gotham City.

Had Dick really gone all the way to Gotham just now to… “What’s this?” you asked, voice filled with sleep.

“A ring.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him. “I know but… Dick, I asked earlier-“

“It was this. I saw this a couple days ago when I visited Bruce.”

Huh? When had Dick been to Gotham? So many questions…

“I wanted to get it for you. It’s… It’s perfect.” He was still sat there on his knees, both his hands holding the little black box open for you to see.

You were still half asleep in bed, head lifted from the pillow, sheets wrapped around your body snug. “What… Dick I don’t get it.”

“Marry me.”

OH.

“I mean…” Dick laughed a bit awkwardly, “Do you want to marry me?”

Were there still questions that you had? Yes. Many. And a lot of them were going to be answered those days before the wedding when Dick decided to come clean about his secrets, but for now… For now, you were elated.

This silly man had driven to Gotham to get the ring once he understood that you were beginning to get onto what he was planning… For what? Just so he could still surprise you?

Probably. He liked surprising you.

So of course you laughed. A little bit at him rather than anything else. He looked a little miffed by this reaction, so you were quick to sit up in bed and reach your hands out to lovingly cup his hands holding that… insanely expensive looking ring. Which you loved, by the way. Even if you were scared of wearing it in fear of breaking it.

“This is what this was all about?” you asked.

He nodded his head, his blue eyes clearly not quite sure yet of whether you were okay with this or not.

So, you were quick to smile at him and nod your head to ease his mind: “Yes, silly. Of course I want to marry you. You didn’t have to ask. And you didn’t have to get such an expensive ring. All I ever need is just you.”

He smiled. Oh did he smile. It only made this moment even more precious to see him smiling this much.

After three years with him you didn’t think you could see any new sides of his, but that smile… that smile was different than anything you’d ever seen before. That smile was adoring and devoted and close to crying all at once… and you loved it. It was a special smile, you’d find out. One that only happened during a couple of special moments in his life. Like right now when he looked at you through a new lens of love.

“All I ever need is you too. But I wanted to get you the most perfect ring, to show you how much you mean to me.” He leaned over and pressed a long, deep kiss to your lips, before pressing his forehead against yours, noses touching as he slipped the expensive ring onto your finger…

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[ghost-bxrd]

Some more “hallucination” Jason angst 👀

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[ev-arrested]

I fucking love galas as a plot device in batman fic

Such a good plot device 10/10. You can use it for literally anything. It's a neat excuse to dress up your batman characters in fancy outfits, get them to play their silly little civilian identities--there's music, champaign, utter vibes.

And the best part is, you can use this for fucking anything. Writing a gen fic where the batkids are doing a prank war? A gala is a perfect venue, especially when you have this added tension because the kids have to do their pranks discreetly.

Writing a slash fic where someone might not know one of the batfam members' civilian identities? Good ol fashion identity porn ahoy. Or maybe they're just not used to seeing them so dressed up and fancy. Let romance and shenanigans ensure.

Not to mention how catastrophic a gala can actually get if you try hard enough.

It has so many uses. Gen fics, romance, or some easy terrorism. The possibilities are endless!

Anyway link your fave fic with a gala scene, I need to see them.

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[astraeaalstroemeria]

it's a new soundtrack, i could dance to this beat

SONG INSPO: Welcome To New York (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

SYNOPSIS: You and Dick Grayson had been close friends for years, but your connection snapped when your family moved to London. Everything changed for you, but you managed. It only took an invitation from your old friends and you were off to a plane back home.

GENRE: Fluff, Comfort, Angst

PAIRING(S): Titans!Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

WARNING(S): Violence, Blood, Weapons, Slight Gore, Explicit Language, Blood, Weapons, Implied Smut, Trauma, Death, Near Death Experience, Coma

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

Rules & Navigation | Dick Grayson Masterlist

1989 (Taylor's Version) Special | request by anon

Your headphones blasted music as you were closing up your family’s restaurant and mopped the floors. You were twirling around with the mop in your hands when the door of the shop opened and the bell rang.

You averted your eyes from the ground and glanced at the five men in tuxedos and they had some kind of wired device around their ears. You took off your headphones and stared at the men.

“Uh, if you’re going to order, we’re closed. In case you missed the sign outside.” You mumbled cautiously. Oh why? Because you never had any trust in tuxedo poker-faced looking men. That’s always a bad sign from where you originally were years ago.

“We’re here for something else, Calyptra” a man said snarky and you immediately knew what was going on. You raised your eyebrow in curiosity and took a small step back.

“Hmm, I figured.” and with that, you swung the mop to a man’s stomach and the fight began. The men didn’t hesitate bringing their guns out from their blazer pockets and you ran around for cover. You backflipped to a table and flipped the table over to serve as a barrier while you took off your necklace that was holding your true power back. 

One of the men shot the table from the other side and it almost hit your head within an inch of distance from your side. You finally stood up and came out of your hiding spot with your hands raised and you levitated the bullets that came towards you.

With the bullets floating in the air, the man immediately saw through your plan and started heading for their own cover but you sent the bullets flying through the bodies of two of the men and they laid on the ground, dead.

The three remaining men charged towards you with a war cry and you started fighting them off. A man started to charge towards you with a knife in their hand and intend to stab through your head and another man charged towards you with a table cloth in their hands intended to choke you or possibly tie you up.

You noticed that the third man was nowhere to be found and you had taken a mental note of that. Meanwhile, you moved swiftly and swerved your shoulder to your side and you made him fly across the room with your power and sent him flying to the man with the tablecloth and both men crashed to the floor.

Both of the men grunted as you held them back with your power and made them stick to the ground. While focused, the third man had an opportunity to ambush you and took it. The third man fired the gun towards the direction of your stomach while you had your back turned from where he was hiding earlier, but you were prepared.

You saw through the plan of his and you used your other hand to levitate the three bullets and you turned your head towards the man. You sent the bullets flying his way and he swiftly dodged them.

While the third man was focused dodging the bullets, you had the time to use your power and take the tablecloth from the second man and use it to tie him and the first man and flung them across the room.

Blood oozed from their faces as they hit the ground and possibly have broken their noses from the brutal fall. You charged towards the third man and he tried to punch you but you caught his arm and twisted it behind his back, but he kicked you and you fell on the floor.

“Oh fuck no!” You screamed as you tried to get up but the third man put his foot on your neck and you clawed at his leg as you choked. You were about to blackout but you managed to summon the consciousness you still have left and you raised your hand and summoned your power to twist his neck so much that it fell off from his body.

The third man’s blood splattered to your face and body as the headless body fell off slowly and onto the floor pooling with red blood. You got up with a sore body and hurting neck. 

The two men that were still tied up were wiggling in the tablecloth that you tied them too but you averted your eyes to the gun that was right at their feet.

You walked slowly and the men had fear in their eyes. You picked up the gun and cocked it. It clicked. You aimed for their foreheads…

And shoot.

The first man was down and his head hung downwards as the bullet penetrated his head. The blood once again splattered onto your face and the second man also had blood on him. 

You decided to kneel at the level of the second man and had a poker face displayed in your face. You sighed a shaky breath and the man waited in anticipation.

“Tell me, and be honest. Who the fuck sent you to come after me?” you asked in a menacing tone and aimed the gun to his head. The man whimpered and you threatened to pull the trigger. He finally caved in and he blurted the answer. “IT WAS DEATHSTROKE!” he blurted out and you shot him after.

Splat.

You closed your eyes as blood once again was on your face. Looking around, you used your magic to clean up the bloody and gore-worthy mess before your parents or anyone around came by the restaurant and saw what you did.

After five minutes, you had successfully cleaned up the mess and disposed of the bodies—God knows where—and you also cleaned yourself up.

And you went back to mopping the floors and finished up cleaning. But in addition, you had new guns and knives added to your collection once again. You closed the lights and out of the restaurant you were.

Walking back to your apartment, it was cold and you had forgotten to bring your scarf because you had underestimated the weather and that was your biggest mistake.

Once you arrive at your apartment, you hang your coat on the coat rack, take off your shoes and put the keys in the bowl on the coffee table in your living room. You sigh as you walk into the kitchen and open the fridge to get some water.

You took the pitcher with water and grabbed a glass and poured yourself a full glass of water. After gulping down the water, you grabbed your phone in your bag and you dialed a number you knew all so well and tapped your shoes with anticipation. 

Once the person on the other end picks up, you straightened your posture. “Hello? Who’s this?” an unfamiliar young voice greeted you. 

“Uh, excuse me? May I speak to Richard Grayson, please?” you said and the girl on the other end could be heard on the phone saying “Hey, Dick! Someone on the phone is looking for you!”

And you could no longer hear someone saying until that familiar voice greeted you. “Ah, long time no see, Calyptra. What took you so long?” after hearing Dick’s—probably smug—voice, you started shouting.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” you screamed and you could hear that same girl in the background saying “Uh, what did you do? This time?” you assumed the reason the girl had heard you shout at Dick was you were on speaker phone.

“How the fuck did Deathstroke’s men found me? I’m miles away from goddamn Gotham! I swear to god-” you began rambling on and nothing could calm you down in the moment. “I swear I can explain if you let me-” you cut him off.

“NO! You listen to me. No contact from you for years and this is how I get in touch with you! Go fuck yourself!” you swore and you could hear a pained hiss on the other end and some chuckling.

“Hey hey, take it easy on him, sweetie. He just wants to talk some peace.” you hear Dawn on the other end. “Dawn? What- what are you doing with that dickhead?” you calmed down. You sat on the couch.

“Well, I have some news for you. And I don’t think that you’ll.. Erm..” Dawn trailed off and another person butt in. “The Titans are back in business again.” Donna said while chuckling. Your mouth hung open and you cleared your throat.

Oh now it made sense. Fucking bastards.

“Is that so? Does that include recruiting old pals that were cut off from contact years ago, Troy?” you said while gritting your teeth. “Ouch, going to the last name basis now, are we?” Donna said feigning hurt.

“I think that’s just about right. Never thought I’d hear from you again. And once I do, I find out that what broke us apart is back again.” you sighed and you fiddled with your nails.

“Yeah, I never thought that would happen. Especially that what happened had a huge impact on you..” after Donna said that, your ears began ringing and a memory displayed on your mind.

—

[flashback starts]

You were fighting alongside the Titans and you were called ‘Calyptra’ who was famous for saving people and all that hero agenda. You were on a mission to fight Deathstroke but the fight was too easy. Deathstroke was gone, but you had a gut feeling something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

You were right seconds later. Your senses kicked in too late and you felt the world in slow motion as you whipped your head where you sensed Deathstroke was, but he had already fired the sniper towards Aqualad.

Shoot.

Splat.

Drop.

You were still stunned when you heard Donna scream, thinking it was because of Aqualad but you were wrong. Again. But that’s when you felt it. The stinging pain on your stomach.

You looked down and realized it was blood. Someone had stabbed their sword through your stomach and you turned around and saw it was none other than Deathstroke himself.

Your eyes widened and your mouth began to pour out blood. As you dropped to your knees and your body grew weak. Why had you let down your guard? Why? You had no idea.

Drop.

Blood.

Screams.

Everything was muffled. Even Dawn’s screaming and Dick’s panicked figure running towards you.

Oh how much he cared....

For you.

You laid on the ground and Deathstroke was no longer found in the area. You looked over at Aqualad’s dead body 3 feet away from you and a grieving Donna kneeling over and had his body being hugged by her. You hadn’t noticed that Dick was already by your side and he was doing the same thing.

He was sobbing. 

Wait, was that right?

Why was Dick Grayson sobbing?

All because of you. He had held his feelings way too long enough to the point he might actually not get to say it to you. He was afraid at that moment as your eyes started to flutter shut and he was… 

screaming? 

Yes. 

Screaming for Hank to get help. 

Was he about to lose you? He hoped not. You had already begun to lose grip of your consciousness and you fully blacked out. Your ears started ringing again.

Louder.

And louder.

And…

[flashback ended]

—

“Hello? Hello? Calyptra, are you there?” Donna on the other end asked as you zoned out for a minute and had the most traumatic flashback. “Ah, yes. I’m here. Were you saying something?” you chuckled nervously.

“Yes, I was saying something. I was saying if you’d accept the deal to go back.” Donna asked and you stood up from the couch and began pacing around the room. “Back? Back to what? Or where?” you questioned. Though you fear what might be the answer.

“Back here? In Gotham… And back to the Titans?” Donna said, as she waited with a shaky breath. You shook your head. “No. No I can’t. Donna please-” you said with a panicked voice as tears pricked your eyes. You couldn’t start with the trauma once again.

“Please, Calyptra, we need you-” you hung up. Sobs erupted from your mouth and you threw your phone on the coffee table. You couldn’t go back, you just… couldn’t. You sobbed and tears ran down on your cheeks.

Your eyes averted to the picture frame that sat on the fireplace and you slowly walked towards it. You gently took the picture frame and saw that it was of you, Donna and Dick.

It was during the prom that Dick took you in as his partner. You were in the middle and smiling like there was no care in the world and Donna was smiling beside you while Dick only showed a bit of his smile.

You sniffled at the memory and hugged it closer to your chest. You stared above and wished for the stars to help you. Or anyone for that matter. You took a ragged breath and wiped your eyes. You could taste your salty tears.

You managed to pick yourself up and took the courage to grab your bag and went to your room. You were hesitant to decide whether you would accept the offer or would you rather stay in London and have your peaceful life again.

But you knew that getting involved with the Titans and with your old friends again, you knew that guilt would start eating up your insides once again. It was the same old cycle. It would never end.

You arrived in your room and tossed your bag somewhere and you face-planted to your pillow and you sighed. You turned and you were lying down on your back. You stared at your ceiling and you finally decided.

With the sudden burst of determination, you stood up from your bed and began packing your belongings. You grabbed two suitcases and began folding and shoving clothes into it. Your parents were out of town but you were no longer there once they got back.

You decided that you would either leave a note on the counter or call them once you were in Gotham. You decided to go with the latter. You finished packing with the help of your magic and you dressed yourself in clothes that would disguise you.

It was Saturday evening. It was the day after you were attacked and got a call from Donna asking you to join the Titans again and go back to Gotham. Your parents asked where you were going yesterday evening and had a talk with them.

To say that they were afraid and there were a lot of crying and sentimentals was an understatement. You cried your hearts out and they wished you luck because they knew what trauma you went through and they hoped you were gonna be okay.

You were currently standing in the living room of the Titans tower and you set down your suitcase and looked around quietly hoping to surprise them in the morning. You stared at the window view of the tower and the beautiful city lights below you.

It was midnight and no one was awake at this hour. That was what you thought. What you didn’t know was that a certain bird was assigned on a patrol and had just got back. So imagine his surprise when he stepped out of the elevator and saw a stranger standing near the window.

In instinct, he flinched and shouted. “Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing here?! Intruder! Intruder!” the boy in the Robin suit began shouting and you immediately began to shush him.

You stepped forward and tried to go near him but he threw his weapon at you. You dodged him and tendrils of your power appeared on your palm and used telekinesis to grab his foot and throw him across the room, leaving him gasping for breath as he hit a vase and it shattered on impact.

You grabbed a knife that was safely tucked on your boot and you nicked his arm.

He groaned in pain, and he was about to shout once again but you managed to shush him in time and you twisted his arm behind his back and placed the knife on his neck while your hand with your power was placed tightly on his mouth.

You heard some doors were beginning to open and the lights were turning on to see the commotion was about.

Shit.

Screw this.

You looked around and you made you and the boy invisible and you made way to the living room, going completely unnoticed. You saw Donna was the first one to come into view and had a confused look as she stepped carefully towards the shattered vase and inspected it.

Others came into view as well. Like Dawn, Hank and Dick. There were some unfamiliar people too and they were also confused as hell.

“What the hell is that commotion about?” a young girl asked. It was probably the same girl you had spoken to on the phone.

“Yeah, we heard Jason shouting. Who was he talking to?” a young boy with green hair asked. Dawn looked worriedly at Dick and her eyes averted to the suitcases in the living room that weren't there before.

“Uh, Dick? That wasn’t there before… was it?” Dawn asked and Dick also found himself staring at the suitcases. He shook his head.

Donna also averted her eyes from the vase and turned her focus to the suitcases. “Do you think…?” Donna questioned and she began to stare around the room for any being. An invisible being.

You were enjoying her trying to spot you but your invisibility has improved compared to the years prior. You threw ‘Jason’ on the ground and he grunted again. Donna stepped back and squinted her eyes to where she thought Jason was.

You released the invisibility from him and he quickly got up on his feet and had his fists out. He turned to Donna and the others. “There’s- there’s a crazy intruder! Some witchy bullshit!” he said panicking and Donna’s mouth was agape as you also released the invisibility on yourself.

Dawn chuckled happily and her hands flew to her mouth while Donna’s eyes widened and also chuckled and ran towards you for a hug. You groaned on the force and she swayed you a little while you hugged her back.

“Oh hell yeah! There’s the bitch witch!” Hank exclaimed happily and he also ran for a hug. Dawn was close behind. Donna released you from the hug and she had teary eyes while Dawn hugged you too. “Oh my god, Calyptra! You’re here, I can’t believe it.” Dawn mumbled on your shoulder.

You chuckled and you hugged her tight. “Yeah, I can’t believe it either. And also, fuck you, Hank.” you teased while Dawn pulled away from you and Hank side-hugged you. “Ah, I missed that fiery comeback of yours. Welcome back, witch.” Hank chuckled and patted your back.

You and Hank always got along well. Especially when he had a long-time crush on Dawn and you were crushing on Dick but what are the odds? He and Dawn were dating. Such a shame, truly.

“It’s good to be back. At least I hope it’s good.” you winked at Hank and he grumbled teasingly. Your eyes averted from Hank to the young teens in the room and a curly haired black woman. God she was beautiful. You thought.

“Uh, what is happening right now?” the raven-haired girl asked and she turned to the green-haired boy. “Yeah! That crazy woman tried to kill me and here you all are hugging her and having goody goody with her!” Jason said as he was pissed off.

“Excuse you, brat. But this crazy woman has been my friend since I joined the Titans. And now she’s back..” Hank trailed off and he looked at Dick who was still staring at you. “We have a chance against Deathstroke. Or anyone for that matter.” he mumbled.

You finally averted your eyes to Dick and your smile dropped and you took a long sigh.

“Grayson.” you said sternly. 

Dick’s face was visibly hurt by your last name basis and he crossed his arms.

“Calyptra.” he responded. 

But it wasn’t stern. It only had a normal tone, which was surprising for a yearning man all these years you moved away. The green-haired boy sensed something and he chuckled nervously trying to break the tension.

“Oho-kay! Since uhm, this was a very happy happy reunion, might as well introduce myself. My name is Gar. Gar Logan.” Gar said and he stepped forward with a smile and he offered his hand for you to shake. You smiled at him as well and shook his hand.

The raven-haired girl soon followed and she gave you a tight-lipped smile. “My name’s Rachel. Rachel Roth. I was the girl you were on the phone with yesterday?” Rachel said and she also offered her hand for you to shake and you happily accepted it. 

Jason was still sulking in the corner and he was glaring at you. Rachel looked at Jason and she did the introduction for him. “Oh and you've met Jason. Jason Todd.” she said and Jason just gave you a glare.

You averted your eyes to the black woman and she stepped forwards and gave you a handshake. “Kory. Kory Anders. Pleasure to meet you. Finally.” Kory said and she shook your hand firmly.

“Alright, now that all of the introduction is done, should we go back to sleep? I mean, it is the middle of the night.” Dawn said, trying to ease the tension. “Oh and your room is still the same as is. It was never touched so I guess it’s still a bit… dusty.” Dawn smiled sheepishly.

“That’s alright, Dawn. I’ll go clean it myself. You’ve done enough, thank you.” you smiled and she gave you a nod. Gar yawned and Rachel followed. “Well, we should get going. It was nice meeting you, Calyptra.” Rachel said and waved goodbye as she started to walk away and back to her room.

Soon enough, everyone else did the same. But Dick was the last one to leave and you just dismissed him and turned to your suitcases and also went to your room. Dick tried to call out to you, but you just walked faster.

A minute later, you arrived at your room. It was still the same and the posters you had put up were still put up. Everything was dusty, and that included the bookshelf full with books. And the record player you had near your table was still there. You also had a box full of records in the corner.

You sigh as you put your suitcase in a corner and you whip your hand to immediately clean the room as tidy as possible. It was all cleaned within a minute but then you heard soft knocks on your door while you had your back turned to it. “Don’t come in.” you said as you already knew who it was.

But nevertheless, the person came in. It was Dick. Of course it was. “Hey.” he said as he entered your room. You turned around to face him and you responded with a dry tone. “Hi.” you said and you crossed your arms. He stepped closer while you didn’t move at your spot.

“Look, I’m sorry. I-” you cut him off. “Sorry my ass, Dick fucking Grayson. You cut me off when I was at my lowest. When I was in a coma. You abandoned me when I needed you and never once did I get a visit in the hospital until I was eventually moved to London.” you raised your voice.

Dick put his hands in front of him and he nodded. He sat down on your bed and it dipped with his weight. “Yes, I know what I did was wrong and low. But I had a reason.” he said and you raised your eyebrow.

“I thought that if I stayed away from you, you’d be away from danger and I…” he trailed off and he sighed.

Your eyes softened and you moved from where you were standing and also sat down beside him and the bed dipped more. You sighed and you shook your head.

“I loved you..” he mumbled and you lifted your heads towards him in shock. “I love you and I couldn’t lose you. The guilt was eating me up and I couldn’t bare it. So I stayed away hoping to move on.” he continued.

You had nothing to say to that. Years of wishing he would say that had finally come true. You shook your head and you turned to Dick.

“I… you loved me?” you said, hoping to have heard right. He nodded and gave you that subtle smile you loved so much. “I have. For years. But I never realized it until it was too late and you’ve moved.”

You didn’t let him finish and kissed him on impulse. Dick tensed up at the moment and he wasn’t expecting that. But after he got over his shock, he kissed you back and he put his arms around you, hugging you. He laid you on the bed and he was on top of you.

The kissing got more intense as you both devoured each other's lips with hunger. When you pulled away, you were both panting and Dick began to unbutton your shirt and you did the same to him. 

After unbuttoning all the buttons you leaned forward for Dick to take it off and you saw his nasty scar by his chest, but you didn't mind. You two continued kissing and he pulled away and you looked at him with a confused look before he started kissing your neck and you gave him more access by tilting it and he hit a sweet spot and you moaned with pleasure.

—

In the morning, you and Dick were naked and lying down with the blanket as cover. You had a steamy night with him and thank god for the barrier you put to silence your session with him. What a way to be back, right?

He certainly has a way to leave you...

breathless.

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[to-the-stars8]

Just One More Time

Jason Todd x Reader Ao3 Summary: Jason sees you everywhere and thinks there will never be a chance for the two of you to be together again.

As Jason lit another cigarette, he found himself thinking of you again, and it made his stomach churn. Just when he thought he’d forgotten you, you snuck in through the back doors of his mind. You'd be there, whether it be someone who vaguely looked like you or the way the sun fell through the trees. It made him regret not trying harder to keep you, loving you better. Staying in the constant push and pull of love he had put you two in would have been better than dealing with the loathing reminiscing of it. 

You had been nice when you broke it down that it was over. Using the sweetest words to break his heart. Jason didn’t know what was worse, that he denied ever not loving you enough or that he had expected the end from the very beginning. 

“I’m sorry, Jason,” You said, and he couldn’t believe those were the same lips that declared that you loved him. When you left his place, you kissed him one last time and he thought of getting on his knees. He'd grovel, pray, and kill for you to come back to him now. 

Staring out into the city, he thought of how you’d sit there on his window sill watching cars and people go past. Then, his mind betrayed him suddenly as he asked himself the one thing he’d rather die than think of; did you ever miss him? Jason put up little resistance to delving deeper into the hole that would eventually bury him alive. 

He pictured you sitting on your bed looking at your phone as you decided whether or not it would be a good idea to call him. He desperately answered the question that wasn’t asked—That it would be a good idea because he would love you so well now that he knew you were more than the air he breathed. Hell, he thought, there weren’t gods he’d worship more than you. 

Jason hated himself more so than when he first returned from the dead. He’d made stupid mistakes, but letting you go was one of the dumbest. You brought kindness, sunlight, and all things good to him just when he thought that it all would have been a dream. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he remembered the nights when you made him yours and the moments after. They had been everything he dreamed of, and he wondered if there would be any kind of redemption for him in your eyes. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to believe that you’d come back. He knew you were too smart to ever go through the trouble he put you through again. 

Jason was pulled away from the sweet thought of your face by a knock on his door. He hadn’t been expecting anyone and assumed it was his brother coming to comfort him again. With a sign and putting his cigarette out on the fire escape, he got up. 

He could hear the shuffling of feet on the other side of the door, and more so when opened it. Adrenaline ran through Jason and he felt like he’d seen a ghost. You were there frozen in place like you were about to step away. 

“Jason,” You said his name like it had been stuck on your tongue since the two of you parted ways. 

He said your name in return and it felt like he could breathe for the first time in forever. 

“I,” You stopped, looking down at the space between the two of you. Jason wanted to lift your chin to look at him because it had been too long since he last saw such a pretty face. “I can’t stop thinking about you Jason.”

You stepped forward and he could smell the familiar scent of your perfume and butterflies erupted in his stomach. Looking up at him, your eyes wandered down to his lips and he prayed that you would kiss him. 

“I could say the same,” He said. “And then some.”

You cracked a smile, but it quickly faded. “I want you, Jay. I’ve never stopped wanting you—Needing you.”

Jason nearly fell to his knees in ecstasy. Leaning forward slightly, he whispered, “You're killing me.”

He could see in your eyes that you had a mission being there, and he’d be damned before he stopped you. You ignored him, continuing, “I want to give us another try, Jason. Just one more time, but it can’t be like it was before. I…I can’t handle it.”

Jason nodded, reaching out to cup your cheek. “I swear it won’t be.”

Smiling, you leaned up and kissed him. Jason swore on his own grave that the one more time you were giving him would be the last. He didn’t want to expect the end this time.

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[mayfieldss]

Flights - Dick Grayson

Warnings; Language, fluff.

Pairing; Dick Grayson gn!reader

Summary; Dick Grayson hates flying. When on a flight with him, you discover his fear.

AN; This is shorter than me

Dick Grayson isn't fond of planes. The concept of being high in the sky, putting his full trust in someone who claims to be qualified as a pilot, never appealed to him, and the thought of being up in the air for minutes or hours with only two ways down was stressful. You could land safely or crash, and Dick had never been fond of the latter.

You were his pride and joy, the person he turned to when he felt uneasy, or in need of comfort, and right now you sat beside him, buckling yourself into your seat. Not just any seat, however, but the seat of an aeroplane. Dick was cautious to do the same, wondering if there was still time to back out of the flight. Looking over his shoulder his eyes wrestled with the door of the aircraft, now officially closing. He couldn't leave now, not just because the door was finally shut, but also because he didn't want you to know just how concerned he felt about being in the air.

"You okay?" Your voice tugs him from his thoughts, and he turns to you with a forced smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He buckles himself in as he says it, trying to get comfortable as best he can. You place your hand over his, brows furrowed in concern and at that moment Dick knows you've caught on to how he feels.

"You're scared, aren't you?" Your voice is gentle, and one would think you didn't find humor in the situation, but the smile on your lips says otherwise.

"I'm just a little concerned, you never know how these things are gonna go." Dick tries his best to keep his breathing steady, though the hand that isn't under yours is gripping the armrest of the seat.

"You are scared!" You slap him gently on the shoulder, smile widening. He gives in then, head drooping as he stares at his knees. He's in the window seat, and Dick is trying his best not to lock eyes on the outside world.

"You're gonna be fine, Dick." You knock his knee with your own, resting your head on his shoulder with all the affection you can muster. It does calm him; Dick can't deny that and for a second he thinks everything is going to be okay. Then the plane jolts, and he's lifting off of the ground inside it.

"Oh shit." It comes as a mumble that he repeats at least five times in the span of minutes it takes the plane to get off the ground. You chuckle to yourself all through it, head still tucked into the space between his collarbone and jaw, trying your best to provide comfort with your hand in his.

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[sanguineterrain]

the teeth you know | dick grayson

Summary: The war between the humans and the vampires has lasted for a year now. When you fled Gotham, you thought that would be the last time you'd see the Vampire King and the love of your life, Dick Grayson. You were wrong.

Pairing: vampire king!Dick Grayson x fem!reader. based on the dc vs vampires comics

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings/tags: smut!!! 18+ only. oral fem receiving, manipulation, romantic dick, me retconning whatever smarmy little bastard they wrote in dc vs vampires bc that is NOT my dick. dick is literally so gone for you, vampire king or not. themes of death, war, vampires killing humans. if i missed any warnings lmk!

happy almost halloween! follow your dreams and fuck that superhero turned vampire. it'll definitely fix them this time.

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Tonight, you dream. 

You don't usually have good dreams. Not since this whole war began. Your dreams are filled with red. Always red, always terrifying. 

Except when he's in them.

The first few times it happened, you yelled at him for intruding on your subconscious. For warping your emotions and making you miss him. He'd laughed at that. 

You should look at yourself a little harder before blaming me. I just appear. You do all the dirty work of missing me, my love.

You're in Gotham in tonight's dream. The old Gotham, of course. Before any bastard undead creatures could suck the life out of your city. Before Dick Grayson haunted your dreams. 

You're on a rooftop ledge, legs dangling. You stare at the harbor. The city's wet from the rain and alive. So alive. You start to cry. 

"Oh, honey," he says, and you cry harder because he sounds exactly like the Dick you knew. 

He keeps his distance, sitting a few feet away. You refuse to look at him, because this is exactly how he gets you to miss him. Dick makes a soft noise when you scrub at your face.

"Have you been eating enough?" he asks, and he almost sounds tender. But you know better. "I'll track down a produce shipment, tell my men to intercept the boat for you."

"Fuck you," you say. "I don't take food out of people's mouths."

Dick edges closer. He feels big in your dreams, looming over you. 

"You wouldn't take food out of anyone's mouth. There's no longer a faction on the planet that requires all that food." 

Because the vampires have all but wiped humans out. You snarl. 

"Why can't you leave me alone?" you snap. "I know you're cruel, but the least you could do is let me dream in peace."

"Have I been cruel to you? I don't mean to be, sweetheart. I visit to check on you."

"Bullshit, Dick." Saying his name makes you shake. "You visit to manipulate me. I'm not going to give up my location, I'm not going to turn against my team, and I'm definitely never going to be your queen."

Dick is next to you on the roof ledge, now. He leans in and you stiffen at his eyes. You still aren't used to the absence of blue.

"Of course not. I wouldn't make you do anything you don't want to," he says, hand slipping across your jaw. You immediately slap him away. He makes a displeased sound. 

"Why don't you find someone else to manipulate? I'm sure you've got countless minions who'd leap at the chance to be with you for eternity." 

"I don't want anyone else," he murmurs. "I've thought of nothing but you since we parted. I wish you hadn't run, my love. Things would be better if we were together, you’d see.”

"Hah. You used to be so much better at compartmentalizing, Grayson. Guess vampires aren't so good at controlling their own desires."

He laughs, tosses his head back. His fangs glint. Dick's smile is deceiving; underneath the charm, there's unimaginable power. Vampirism has treated him well: he's always filled out, lean with muscle, carrying an easy strength everywhere he goes. 

You, on the other hand, suffer from poor nutrition. You didn't sleep well before this mess; now, it's nearly impossible. 

(Except when Dick visits, you feel rested the next morning. You'd never admit such a thing to anybody, but it's the truth.) 

"Oh, sweetheart, but why would I bother controlling my desires now? There's no one stopping me from having what I want."

You stew in silence, turning away from him. Dick sighs. 

"What do you want, hm? Tell me. I'll give you anything." 

"I want you to free every human you're holding captive," you say. "And I want you and your people to stop this war."

"Such a golden heart," Dick says. "That's what I love about you. Always so good."

"You used to be good too," you shoot back bitterly. 

"No, I used to be obedient. There's a difference. I used to be Bruce's little, golden cow."

“He treated you well.”

“When I fell in line,” he says.

You fall quiet again. Dick scoots closer. You scoot away. 

"You know I've already let a few of the humans go. For you, honey. As a sign of goodwill. I'm not totally heartless, you know."

You roll your eyes. 

"Right. Well, us cattle don't find it merciful when we're sent out on our own to die, so you'll have to excuse me if I don't thank Your Highness on my knees."

"You are not cattle," Dick says fiercely. "Don't talk about yourself that way."

"My life is no less human and no more important than theirs," you say, temper flaring. "So, yes, I am."

"That's—"

You fall off the roof before he can say any more. Your stomach swoops similarly to how it would if you were awake. But then the stars bleed into the skyline, and there's a flash of golden light. 

And now you're in a bedroom. It's not one you recognize, richly decorated with golden accents and silk sheets and curtains. You'd almost mistake it for a room at Wayne Manor. 

"Now this is much better, don't you think? You're wearing my favorite color."

You look down and see that your pajamas have been swapped for a long, blood red, chiffon nightgown. It hugs every curve and dip of your body, the sleeves and collar trimmed in soft fur. The neckline is somewhat modest, but the fabric is totally see-through past your thighs. 

It's something a queen would wear. 

"Beautiful," Dick murmurs, voice rough. "Fuck, honey. This is the sort of thing you should wear all the time."

"Change me back," you demand. "I am not a doll for you to dress up, Dick."

"No, of course you're not. This is just a taste of how you'd live if you were with me, my love."

"I will never live with you. I'd rather die."

Dick hums, then draws closer. You back up until your legs hit the edge of the bed. He prowls further, eyes sharp like he's hunting prey. Your pulse quickens and you have to remind yourself that this is just a dream. 

"What happened to us?" he asks softly. "I know that, at one point, you loved me."

"Yeah, that was before you turned into a monster. I loved a man." 

"I'm no more monster than any of the men you've known," Dick says. 

You scoff. "God, where'd you get that one? Jason?"

Dick smiles, and it almost looks human. "No, that was a Grayson original. And it's true. Man has never been good. You don't like me because now I drink a little blood?"

"I don't like you because you used to be good, and now you're not."

He hums. "I'm not all bad, my love. I can be subdued, tamed. You want me to be tame? I can be good for you. I can give you anything your heart desires. Our wants are the same.”

Dick eases you backwards onto the bed. You shouldn’t let him. Shouldn’t like the cold press of undead flesh against your heat. Shouldn’t like how he holds you, how convincing he sounds. You know your wants aren’t the same, that Dick is playing you, and you’re being easy.

But… but it's not like you'll ever see him for real again. No one will know. 

And God, it's been so long since anyone touched you. You pined for this, what seems like forever ago. Dick Grayson wanting you had felt impossible, until it wasn't… but by then, he'd become the very thing you'd sworn to hate. 

"This–” You swallow. “This isn’t right.” 

But your legs part for him to kneel between. 

"Tell me to stop and I will. I serve you first."

Dick hovers over you, hands planted on either side of your head. You're getting wet. You ache in more ways than one. 

"This is cruel," you whine.

"I don’t mean to be cruel,” he says gently. “Do you want me to stop, my love? My beautiful queen, who hasn’t been touched in so long. You’ve needed me, haven’t you?”

“Not–not your queen,” you say, panting, but you let him in, let him settle above you. 

“If you say so, my love," he says, nuzzling your neck. You tense even though he can't actually bite you. 

His fingers thread with yours. The position is unbearably intimate. You’d forgotten how romantic Dick was. How loving. Briefly, you wonder if he kept that through the shift.

It’s impossible, you insist as he kisses your jaw.

"You're a dream in red," he purrs. "I might prefer it to you in blue, but it's a close call."

"Your ego is ridiculous," you say, and Dick unlinks one hand to pet the apex of your thighs with two fingers. You're still clothed, and you're still dreaming, but the heat and pressure and slick feel so real. 

"The sounds you're making certainly don’t keep my ego in check," Dick says with a proud grin, fangs on display. 

Then he rips your underwear off, ducks between your legs, and licks you until you cry. 

You arch off the bed, and even in the dream, his strength is easy, one hand keeping you pressed to the bed. Dick pushes one of your legs up to get a deeper angle, moaning into your cunt. Your leg goes up easily even though in real life, it would pinch. You’re not as flexible as he is.

"Dickie," you cry, tears slipping down your cheeks because it's so good, it feels real, you wish this was real, wish you had him back. 

He nips your thighs, groans into your sex. Dick ruts the mattress, the first loss of control he's shown. It makes you wetter, knowing that he's so gone for you. It's sick to like such a thing, but you never stopped loving him, not really. You can't seem to reckon the man from the monster. 

You come hard on his tongue, and he keeps licking until you push him away. 

"You haven't been touched in ages, I bet," he says, lips shiny with your arousal. His eyes are a brighter red. His chest heaves. He looks hungrier than before he started.

"Been a bit busy,” you say when your brain comes back online. “End of humanity and all that."

His eyes go soft. You hate that he can still make that look. 

"Why are you so stubborn? Why won't you let me take care of you? You belong at my side."

You scowl. "I don't belong anywhere, Dick. Certainly nowhere near you."

His eyes glitter and he grabs you by your hips and kisses you. You let him, because you're absolutely pathetic and because you haven't been touched in ages.

Dick laughs against your mouth and peppers kisses on your throat before pulling away. 

"I'll send your team food. They won't even know it's me," he says, half-lidded. "My beloved queen. You'll never starve. I didn't know it was so bad."

"I am not your queen and I don't need your charity. In fact, you know what? I'm waking up. Right now."

Dick smiles, and kisses your hand. Then he gets off of the bed, and fixes his collar. He must be aching in his slacks, dream or not, but he straightens up like he has all the time in the world to fuck you. Like he knows you’ll be back.

"Of course, my love. Whatever you want. Till next time."

The dream fades from a golden bedroom to your dark, tiny hole of a room you've camped in for a few months. 

You turn your head and look at the clock. It's still late. 

Your thighs ache. Your mouth tingles where he kissed you. 

You swore to never pledge yourself to the Vampire King. But you never made any such promises about Dick Grayson.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x female reader #vampire dick grayson #vampire richard grayson #dc vs vampires #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #nightwing fanfiction #batman fanfiction

[thecruellestmonth]

Dick & Jason fic recs

Some of the best fics featuring bickering, bonding, and brotherhood between Dick Grayson and Jason Todd.

"Secrets, Siblings, and Cigarettes" by CrimeAlley1048 - A young Jason Todd finds an uninvited guest at Wayne Manor.

"drawing lines in the sand" by acrobats - When Batman is injured, Nightwing and Robin have to patrol together. The only problem is that they can't stand each other.

"Call Me Hopeless" by incogneat_oh - Dick is so very tired. Love is stored in the brotherhood.

The Art of Bird Metaphor by lowflyingfruit - Batman works alone. Everyone knows that. What Jason's learning is that he also has a penchant for picking up strays. And while Jason's just your common or garden Gotham street rat, Bruce's other stray, Richard, is an ex-assassin for the Court of Owls. An ex-assassin for the Court of Owls who hates Jason's guts. Adjusting to life in Wayne Manor was hard enough already.

"the long lost art of killing it dead" by dustorange - Red Hood is a criminal, so it doesn't make sense why he would bother dragging Nightwing back to Dick Grayson's apartment and bandaging his potentially deadly gunshot wounds. What makes even less sense is why Hood keeps coming back. (AKA another "Dick redeems Red Hood with the power of affection" fic but with even less mental stability.)

"catch and release" by hellsreluctantheir - Dick tries to catch Jason. [Whumptober with hurt Dick]

"Proper Procedures for Undercover Missions" by solomonara - Dick shows off his master detective skills, tracks down Jason, and runs a refresher course on the proper procedure for undercover missions.

"like falling water" by naheka - All Jason wanted to do was take a nap and pull one over on Bruce. Trust Dick to go ahead and ruin everything.

"see my other side" by deepestbluesky- Red Hood rebrands.

"fortune telling and speculative science" by knowsphere - Nightwing and Red Hood face uncertain doom.

"Bow to the Crown" by hauntedlittledoll - Dick is down for the count. Jason delivers a monologue to poor Damian.

"Upside Down" by withthekeyisking - Something that was not on Jason's agenda for the night, but somehow now is: take care of the de-aged version of his big brother, who is—in his tiny mind—apparently running away from juvie.

"Equivalent Exchange" by Lysical - Dick leaned over and pinched his cheek. Jason reached up and swiped at him, scowling. Dick calls in an old favor owed by Jason.

"Oh How the Turntables" by Lysical - Nearly drowning in Gotham Harbor means that it's Dick who is in the care of a concerned sibling. He's not prepared to go down without a fight, though.

"Always Someone Better" by lowflyingfruit - What Jason hadn't known when Batman scooped him off the streets was how much it sucked to be the second and second-best child. Five times Jason felt inferior to Dick, and a reversal he didn't savour like he thought he would.

"Home Intrusion" by daedalusdavinci - Dick feels overwhelmed by depression. Jason is a chaotic blend of unapologetically annoying and insufferably caring. ♡

"A little more heart and soul" by ruesyblues - Dick wants Damian to be happy. He just has no clue how to accomplish that.

Honorable mentions:

"scout's honour" by orphan_account - Jason meets his older brother for the first time. Alternatively: local children solve murders and hate their dad.

"One Bird, Two Bird, Red Bird, Dead Bird" by blacklettered - In which Jason Todd is dead, and Dick is fine.

"lonely town" by TheResurrectionist - Bruce doesn’t kill the Joker. But that was Dick’s little brother, damn it. Major character death, intense grief, death wishes, extreme peril, self-destructive behavior.

"haunt the blood" by wednesday - Hood walks into the warehouse and about a dozen feet in his steps falter. The helmet hides his face, but the way his muscles tense spell out danger in a way that makes Dick instantly wary. He’d rather not get handed over to any masked villains, Hood included.

"Convergence" by meaninglessblah - Dick volunteers to unmask the Red Hood rogue who's been meddling in Roman's business. The enigma Dick finds seems more intent on unmasking him. Villainous Red Hood.

"Pastrami on Rye" by sister_wolf - "You want a sandwich?" Jason Todd -- fucking Jason Todd -- asked off-handedly as he walked into the kitchenette of the small, dingy apartment. "Oh, right, you can't answer right now. Well, I want a sandwich, so you get one too." Hostility, bitterness, villainous Red Hood.

"Not A Brother Not A Friend" by kleine_aster - Nightwing helps the wanted villain Red Hood recover from fear toxin—though they are not brothers, and they are not friends.

"A Christmas Miracle" by Mithen - Damian and Dick go undercover to bust a child-kidnapping ring whose members dress up as Santa Claus.

"provisional kindred soul" - two guys sit on a roof and talk around their childhoods. Warning for crappy dad Bruce.

"New Life, New Leaf" by CrimeAlley1048 - Jason Todd gives the "no killing" rule a try.

"Like Father" by Wisetypewriter - Scarlet & Dick, Scarlet & Jason. Jason, Dick privately recalled, was ironically the one that took after Bruce's adoption addiction the most.

Two Dead Birds by InsaneTrollLogic - There's some lunatic in a red helmet running through Jason's territory. He wants to think it's a copy cat. He's wrong. "UtRH" time travel redux, Jason-centric.

"See No Evil" by cherrysour - Jason has never been great at feelings, and seeing strong, independent Nightwing blind and alone brings up too many of them. Jason never stopped idolizing Dick.

"occam's razor" by BeatriceEagle - An Internet community discusses the mysterious death of a billionaire's son.

"Joking" by CrimeAlley1048 - Dick has to put in entirely too much effort to wish his brother a happy birthday.

"It's Tomb Time" by FleetSparrow - Tiny vignette. When Dick and Jason have to investigate an old tomb, Jason doesn't like it one bit. And makes it known. Repeatedly.

"Save Me From Tears" by Shenanigans - Jason's gift isn't expensive; it's priceless.

"Through Me Tell the Story" by diefleder_tey - Jason takes Dick to his favorite bookstore and tasks him with finding a certain book; it doesn't end like he expects.

"for one more moment" by renecdote - Hurt/comfort, Dick is self-sacrificing, Jason is worried angry.

"Changes" by HoodEx - Dick copes with his depression in a certain way, much to the horror of his family. Jason helps him through it.

"Rumours Of My Death" by WordsAblaze - Dick and Jason end up sharing a messy but much-needed emotional moment in a graveyard. Set during the Spyral arc.

"Down to the Dregs" by firefright - The fallout of the Joker war and Dick getting his memory back is far messier than some in his family would like to acknowledge. But to the surprise of them both, Jason, out of all people, is willing to listen. Content warning: Ric arc, "City of Bane", "The Joker War", and other frustrating canon events referenced.

"the past doesn’t die" by Phidippus - Their lives have never been simple, but Dick and Jason come to find that some bonds last through death.

"Relax" by thebluemango - Dick is cold and bleeding. When he gets rescued, even in his disoriented brain he wants to stay strong for his littlest brothers. Little does he know, he can just relax.

"Fabric Softener" by ceruleon - As the title implies, this story is way soft. Feel-good fluff.

Red X by ilovelegendsalot - A rather painstakingly canon-compliant Teen Titans 2003 cartoon fic, in which Jason Todd steals the Red X suit from his older brother.

Bad Company by LilRedRobinHood - Deathstroke's son is dead and he demands an apprentice to pay off the blood debt--Robin, specifically. While the already-grieving Dark Knight's investigation devolves into a self-destructive spiral, Dick clings stubbornly to his ideals…and somewhere along the line he might end up accidentally befriending his dead brother. Work in progress, last updated in 2022.

#Batbros #Dick Grayson whump #Jason Todd fic #Jason Todd fanfic #Jason Todd fanfiction #Batfam fanfic #Batfamily fanfic #Batfamily fic #Batfam fic #Dick Grayson fic #Dick Grayson fanfiction #Dick Grayson fanfic #Talon Dick Grayson #Dick and Jason #Richard Grayson #80s Robins #Nightwing #Red Hood #DC Robin #fic rec list #fic rec #fanfic rec #POST MAY BE UPDATED AND REVISED #Fics listed in roughly chronological order!!! #competent Dick Grayson and competent Jason Todd #thecruellestmonth #pin #Why is there so much Dick whump in here?? Oh well. You guys are welcome.

[hearts4robs]

𝐓𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ☕️

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Fandom. DC

Pairing. Richard(Dick) Grayson x f!reader

Genre. fluff/soft/sfw🍊

Word count. 1271

Warnings. None :)

Req. This wasn’t requested <3

Summary. Spending an afternoon in with your busy boyfriend was a foreign thing for the two of you. It only made it that more special when Dick for once wasn’t a dick. A quiet movie night sounds about right.

Notes. This story isn’t proof read, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way :) <3

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It’s not that Dick isn’t an affectionate and loving guy; he really is. He’s just... a bit of an asshole, really.

He doesn’t think before he speaks; he’s hot-headed, and his temper isn’t easy to dance around. And it certainly doesn’t help if he’s stressed out or pressured into something, not that you’d ever pressure him into anything.

Dick was, in fact, a great boyfriend. He treated you well, communicated decently, and tried to see you as often as possible, despite his busy schedule.

But for once, Dick had an afternoon off. Totally cleared; no work, no training, nothing. So now he has time to spend with you. And when he finally submerged in the sheets of your shared bed, he headed directly for you. With messy, black bedhair and groggy eyes, his arms snaked around your waist, squeezing you lazily. A small grunt escapes you as you almost drop the tea bag that was in your hand.

“Good morning, Dick. Slept well?” You grunt out, your own voice a little hoarse for the lack of use the past few hours. Dick slowly loosens his arms around you, his hands cupping each side of your ribs and his fingers tracing circles over the fabric of your shirt. His nose searches for your neck, piercing through your hair as his eyes flutter closed, inhaling you.

"I've slept good.. real good.” He mutters, his voice groggy and strained with sleep. I press a kiss on your hair before pulling his heavy head back up. He straightens up as he opens his eyes again. “Making tea, I see?” He speaks as you lower the teabag into your mug.

You nod your head, patiently waiting for the kettle on the stove to boil your water. You turn around in Dick’s arms, a groggy and lazy smile appearing as soon as he sees your face.

“Do you want a cup?” You ask him, your hand brushing a few wild strands of hair out of Dick’s eyes, his eyelashes fluttering briefly before he focuses on you again. He smiles before ducking his face into the crook of your neck again, nuzzling his nose into the warm, soft skin of your neck. “No thanks,” he mutters, politely declining your offer, his warm and quiet breath fanning over your neck. “I’ll just steal a few sips from you.” A soft smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and Dick inhales your natural scent deeply. It fills his lungs and the pit of his stomach with comfort.

He litters a few kisses on the skin of your neck, obviously still tired from his nap. Your fingers push his hair pack, scratching his scalp. He groans contently, humming quietly as he enjoys the touch of your cold finger against his warm scalp. “I’m assuming you’ve got the afternoon off?” You ask him, your other arm wrapping around his waist. Dick nods, once again lifting his head to look at you. A smile tugs at his lips. “Yeah, rest of the night.” He says, blinking a few times in a row to really adjust to the cool lighting of the kitchen. "What does that mean?" You trail off a little, your smile turning into a playfully smirk as the hand your prior had buried in his hair travels to his chest, caressing his chest through his t-shirt. “movie marathon?” You finish, your smirk turning into a grin as you wrap your arms around his neck. He tightens his arms around your waist, pressing you back against the edge of the kitchen counter, dipping down, and pressing a few lazy kisses to your lips.

“Sure,” he mutters, his lips sculpting against yours. “as long as I get to choose.” His words get lost in your lips, his kisses trailing down your neck. Your head falls back slightly, a smile on your lips as Dick stops his kissing, once again hugging you tightly, his arms running up and down your back. A soft laugh escapes you, Dick straightening up again. His lips parted as if to speak. Before he gets to speak, he’s cut off by the howling of the kettle on the stove. Dick grunts quietly as your attention is torn away from him, your body turning around once again. He lets go of your waist, taking a small step backwards as he watches you.

You reach for the kettle, pouring the boiling water onto your mug, the flavor of the tea bag coloring the water quickly. You set the kettle back, taking your mug into your hands and turning it back around. Dick makes his way to the living room, which is openly connected to the kitchen. You follow, mug in hand, as you settle on the sofa beside Dick. Your muscles relax against him, with Dick lifting his arm and wrapping around your shoulder. His arm wraps around yours, his finger tips caressing your arm as he grabs the remote. He presses a kiss on your temple as he searches various streaming platforms for just the right movie. As he does so, you reach for the thick blanket lying a few inches from you. You pull it over you, tugging your knees up to your chest. Dick looks at you with a smile on his lips as he quickly tugs some of the blanket over him as well. The two of you melt against each other and into each other, like two separate pieces that fit perfectly together.

The movie plays, your eyes locked on the flashing screen as I mindlessly sip my tea. Dick glances at you, reaching over and wrapping his hand around the other side of the mug as you hold onto the handle. He leans closer, tilting the mug to his lips. He was definitely making it hard for himself, but his eyes were locked on the screen, like he didn’t want to miss a second. Your eyes land on him, a chuckle escaping your chest as you watch Dick. A few droplets of the hot tea roll down his chin before leaning back again.

“You’re making it very hard for yourself, babe.” You say, both your hands wrapping around the mug again before you press a kiss on his cheek. Dick simply hums out one of those 'I'm listening' sounds. Another small, breathy chuckle escapes you as your lips meet his cheek again. Dick simply squeezes your shoulders briefly with your kisses and laughs before just staring at the screen. He was barely blinking. A few more minutes pass, with a soft, tired smile on your lips as you lean your head against Dick’s. He tilts his head against yours, both of you breathing calmly. He turns his head slightly, his hand coming to the teacup again. He was like a little kid hyper-focused on his iPad, playing Coco-melon. You start smiling wider as you start guiding the mug to his lips. Dick is gulping the tea. He pulls away again, clicking his tongue before sighing contently.

You scoff out a chuckle before setting the now-empty mug on the coffee table. Dick’s eyes finally tear away from the screen, meeting your face. He quickly wraps his arms under your legs, turning you to face him, your legs over his lap. He re-wraps the blanket around the two of you, snuggling up with you. He sighed contently, his muscles relaxing as he finally embraced you. He finally had his whole world in his arms. Despite sometimes being an asshole and sometimes having an unhinged temper, he loves you.

And he’d rather die than not express that.

“I love you, [your name].” He mutters, squeezing you tighter.

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Notes . This is my first piece of “proper” writing in like, 2 or 3 years so I hope y’all like it🫶 I’d love receiving feedback in the comments or my request/letter box!

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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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