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samstersv · 3 months

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“i’m so sorry baby”;dick grayson

• in which dick does the “shut up” prank on his girlfriend while she’s already having a bad day

- fluff but some angst

it had been all over tik tok, an app dick was constantly on when he wasn’t patrolling or beating people’s asses, annoying his siblings or girlfriend. it was videos of boyfriends doing a prank on their girlfriend, secretly filming in a car or in their houses as their girlfriend walks in and says something. they then cut them off with a “shut up.”

obviously, the prank can go many ways, getting amusing reactions out of the girlfriend and a funny video whenever it ends well. knowing how you are, dick wanted to see how’d you react to this prank specifically. you were sarcastic and kind and your attitude was probably what he loved the most about you. so, he was beyond excited to see what you’d say to him.

earlier that day, you had asked dick to pick you up from your nail appointment. first you had work but your boss said you’d get out early that day (for whatever reason you didn’t care to remember) and you had arranged to get your nails done afterwards for fun.

dick was going to arrive an hour earlier than he did, but he received a text from you simply asking if he could pick you up a little later, and of course dick agreed. he’s do anything for you.

parked outside the nail place he had gotten familiar with over time, dick decided to set up his phone to film the prank. a few moments later he saw you walk out of the nail salon and his smile brightened, the camera catching it all. when he saw you get closer his smile dropped, getting into character. dick unlocked your door and you sat in, putting your bag by your feet and getting comfortable. you didn’t seem as enthusiastic as he thought you would after getting your nails done, but dick continued on either way.

“hey babe. how was your day?” your face adorned a small smile.

“it was good.” was all he said. your face barely dropped, but it did nonetheless. you were confused as to why dick hadn’t asked you the same thing, when without fail that’s what he did.

“that’s good. sorry my nails took a little longer than usual, my boss made me—“ that’s when it was dick’s cue to cut you off, and oh he felt so bad.

“just shut up (y/n),” he felt like such a shitty boyfriend but he was too far in for the prank to back out now.” without looking at your face cause he knew he’d break character, dick continued “just—just shut up.” he shook his head and placed it onto the steering wheel.

your face had dropped to one of sorrow. the camera had captured you looking so sad at your boyfriend’s words and you felt so hurt. “oh. okay.” was all you said as you resulted to staring at your lap as you held back the tears that were threatening to spill out.

when all dick heard was silence for a second or two, he pulled his head to look at yours. and he knew he couldn’t go any longer when he noticed the state you were in. “baby—“ he started, about to apologize.

that’s when you started balling, tears streaming down your face as it covered the “sorry” that he repeated alongside a few apologetic words. your makeup soon got messed up as you rubbed the back of your hands to stop the tears from flowing, crying even harder when you noticed your makeup was messed up too.

dick tried to grab ahold of your hand as you cried, embarrassed. you pulled away and reached for the doorknob. not because you were mad at dick but because you were embarrassed, you felt like a child. before you could open the door, dick had reached over and pulled you to him onto his lap with two hands.

if it were any other situation, you’d be blushing and fawning over what your boyfriend had just done. but it wasn’t that situation. and despite the words he said to you, you buried your head into his neck as you cried some more. at that point you weren’t crying because of him, you were crying because of the day you just had.

“baby i’m so sorry. it was a prank—one of those tik tok pranks. i didn’t mean it at all.” he held your head as you slowly stopped the tears, still with your eyes full. dick killed your forehead and the top of your head then your cheeks and grabbed your hands softly and with care and kissed them as well.

“babe your nails look so beautiful, what’s wrong?” he keeps his grip tight but caresses your face, wiping the black mascara tears from your face.

hiccuping, you shook your head, “no, it’s fine don’t worry—“

“(y/n) tell me, i’m here to listen. do i need to beat anyone up? you know i’ll do it gorgeous.”

scoffing with a smile, you shook your head and intertwined your fingers with dick’s as you continued to sit on his lap in his car and tell him the reason for your bad mood.

“it was going all good. but then i had to stay longer to do some extra work that my boss assigned me. i hated it cause i wanted to get my nails done and see you. and then i had to call my nail salon and tell them to push it to a little later if they could—thank god they could or else i’d probably still be waiting to get them done.” you sniffled from crying earlier and continued on, “then the person who usually does my nails was sick and i had to have someone else do it. but they messed up my nails and i thought it was a quick fix so i asked if they could change a certain thing on it because im paying for their time and id charge them extra and everything.” you started to get teary eyed again and with a small squeeze of your hand from dick, you continued on with your story.

then the person doing my nails scoffed at me and rolled her eyes then started talking shit about me to their coworkers in their language. but i understood the language they were speaking. and i felt like shit.” you started to softly cry once again “i felt so bad to make them do it again and they were also making fun of me and everything else. a-and when i was thanking them profusely and all that, they all rolled their eyes at me and i payed them extra because i felt guilty. and they were just so rude. then when you said this to me i just had enough.” you were now spilling out tears once more.

“baby, it’s all okay don’t worry. those idiots are so rude. you don’t deserve any of that. and i’m so so sorry for what i said, the prank. you don’t deserve any of it you’re too sweet and you’re the best girlfriend, i’m so sorry.”

you smiled and ran your freshly manicured fingers through your boyfriend’s hair. “it’s okay dick. i forgive you. i probably would’ve forgiven you anyway.”

“i know you would’ve which sucks even more. i feel so bad. let’s go home and watch criminal minds with chocolate. and let’s cuddle. you’re getting so many kisses.” he profusely tried to say things he knew would make his girlfriend happy. even if being around him made her happy enough.

your eyes lit up and you wiped your face in fear of how you currently looked because of how much you previously cried. “i love criminal minds.” you whispered in excitement. over the past few weeks, dick had been so busy whenever the two of you had down time, so you weren’t able to chill out and be a lazy couple of couch potatoes. so when you heard this you were so happy.

with the same energy you currently had, dick said, “i know, you love criminal minds.”

“i love you.” your eyes looked lovingly into his.

“i love you more, and im so sorry for earlier baby.” even though your eyes were glued to dick and your mind was blank with the fact that you had such an amazing boyfriend, dick was practically 10x more in love with you, no matter how much you said you loved him more. his heart hurt when you hurt and when you were happy, he was even happier.

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you had given dick permission to post the tik tok. he felt so bad about it but you kind of found it cute how much he visibly cared in the tik tok. and you were also greatful the camera didn’t catch what you thought was an ugly crying face.

user1 STOP THIS IS SO CUTE???

user2 i wonder what bruce thought of this

therdh00d dick head you should get canceled for making her cry

imbatman tell (y/n) i said hello

imbatman you’re an imbecile for making (y/n) cry.

(later on, dick found out that it was damian using bruce’s private tik tok account to text these messages)

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ravcns · 2 years

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Cruel Summer

Dick Grayson x reader

summary: he doesn’t do commitment well neither of you did, however he takes it to a whole other level

Dating him was like a fever dream it didn’t feel real and it should have felt amazing being together, but there was this looming feeling that something was going to happen. You two have been in a relationship for almost four months now yet you never met his family. Part of you felt disappointed, what else could you feel? Sometimes Dick made you feel like he was ashamed of your relationship then he would turn around and all he would do is show you affection. The hot and cold attitude only worsened your fears overtime. Of course you were open about some of the concerns you had.

“Why haven’t I met your family yet?” You asked him one day when the two of you were laying on his bed at his apartment in Bludhaven. He paused from caressing your hair and looked down, you could have swore a look of annoyance crossed his features but as soon as it came it was gone. “I just don’t want to subject you to that, love. My family can be a bit much at times and it wouldn’t be fair to put you through that.” He explained with a concerned look. At the time his reasoning was good enough for you, thinking how amazing he was to not want you to go through that and protecting you as he would call it.

Going on dates had always been a thing for you both, trying new things together and you enjoyed it. As time went on those happened less and less, whenever you suggested something he was always busy or would be called in for work. He was one of Gotham’s most sought after men that also came with a reputation, one which you ignored for some reason. Maybe it was the way he looked at you that could make your heart stop and face get all hot. None of the past boyfriends you had could compare to Dick Grayson. He put all your concerns to ease with his words followed by soft kisses.

With the arrival of summer you were hoping to get more time with him maybe even a vacation together. Of course it didn’t happen and your schedules got in the way once again. Now you wouldn’t say you were addicted to your phone but you did keep up with what went on in the city. “Bruce Wayne’s Ward Lives Up To His Reputation” An article which included your boyfriend dancing with a stunning red head at his father’s charity gala, scrolling you also see him with a ravenette. All this time he never took you with him to these galas but he would dance with those girls and the only thing you could do is watch.

It was the end of August, your birthday to be exact. The two of you were supposed to be out for dinner, he never came. That didn’t stop you from ordering a few drinks before calling a taxi to get to his apartment, crying during the ride. Using your key you opened the door to his apartment quietly only to see the same ravenette from the article in his kitchen making coffee, in his shirt. Her hair was messy and she had visible hickeys, many of them. You looked at her then called out, “Dick Grayson!” The man himself came out of his bedroom in a pair of sweatpants and shirtless. You didn’t even let him speak before going off, “You are a fucking coward that’s what you are, a cheater, and a liar. I knew it was too good to be true you have so many people lining up to be with you. I’m guessing I wasn’t enough huh.” You spat sarcastically. “Don’t be like that.” He said, walking towards you but you moved away. “Be like what? You are the one who cheated on me, on my birthday mind you.” You told him. The girl in the kitchen looked at him, “You said you were single, that was dick move dude.” She told him, moving to get her stuff. “Listen I had no idea, I’m so sorry.” She continued whispering, “I hope you beat his ass.” Then she left the apartment.

The two do you stood in silence before you broke it. “So this is how it is?” You asked him. “I never wanted to hurt you, I love you so much. Babe we are going to go to Hawaii and everything will be fine.” He told you. “Everything will not be fine, no stupid vacation will fix the fact that you cheated.” You were yelling at this point. “I was so grateful that you loved me, that was my mistake.” You walked out of his apartment not stopping for any of his calls.

It was a cruel summer.

#dc comics #dc imagine #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #jason todd imagine #dc angst #cheating imagine

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circusclownsam · 9 months

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DC Titans OC info (newer version, accidentally deleted the old one😭)

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[•BASIC INFO•]

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Name:

MinYa Choi, sometimes written as Choi MinYa

Nicknames:

• Minnie, she only goes by that nickname

Gender:

Female

Age:

18-20s

Species:

Meta-Human

Nationality:

Korean - Australian

Race:

Asian

Languages: (in order, first - last)

• English

• Korean

Accent:

Australian, Mid-Pitch

"Am I beautiful now, dad?"

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[•PHYSICAL INFO•]

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Height:

158cm (5’2)

Weight:

(UNDOCUMENTED]

Body Shape:

hourglass, average thickness, small waist, d cup size (big titty goth gf💅✨)

Body Type:

Although hourglass shaped, she has faint abs and muscles (athletic, basically)

Face claim:

https://pin.it/46s6xG9Gv

Eye colour:

Deep blue

Hair type and colour:

2C, chocolate brown

Skin Tone:

Warm tan (seen in face claim)

Scars:

• inner thighs

• arms

• back

Piercings:

• one on each earlobe.

Birthmark(s):

A heart shaped birthmark behind her ear

Scent:

A faint marshmallow smell.

Main attire:

: https://pin.it/1uYLwXyoP

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Sleep attire:

: https://pin.it/3LOhqwpwE

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Other:

Freckled cheeks and nose, dimpled smile

"That’s such a great plan"

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[•PRESONALITY INFO•]

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Overall personality:

often described as cold, secluded and untrusting of others, tends to keep to herself most of the time; especially when it comes to her personal life- not wanting others to know how horrid her father was, despite also having a sarcastic attitude; Minnie is quite gentle and kind behind closed doors, volunteering to help those in need or helping her grandmother take care of her younger sister. When upset, she’d often ‘shut down’ and not answer anyone, if annoyed- she’ll curse in Korean before going to vent to anyone who’ll listen (that often being her therapist)

Self Esteem:

Despite being praised for her looks by her grandmother, she’s quite self-conscious about her scars and overall appearance

Defult Mood:

Quiet, sometimes grumpy

Temperament:

Although she grew up in an abusive household, her temper is quite good- usually takes a lot to anger her

Humour:

Light-hearted jokes, mostly. Rarely makes a joke that’ll deeply offend someone

Habits:

Picking at her scars and nails, bouncing her leg up and down when nervous

Fears:

Being forgotten, deep waters (pools, lakes, oceans, rivers etc)

Regrets:

Not being there for her friend whom committed suicide due to relentless bullying

Pet Peeves:

When her belongings are moved around

Willingness to Kill:

If it’s for a good cause, she’ll kill someone.

Good Traits:

Flirtatious, Humorous, Kind, Gentle

Bad Traits:

Sarcastic, Cold, Secluded, Untrusting of others

Likes:

Not being poked at, hanging out with Gar and Rachel, watching crime shows, reading horror stories on the web, cooking for her grandmother

Dislikes:

When people touch her without her permission, hospitals, when her past is used against her, when something isn’t cooked right

"My father was a drunk, mother was an addict"

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[•RELATIONS•]

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Father:

Robert Kingly Choi, Alive, Divorced from Lin shortly after Minnie turned 16, alcoholic

Mother:

Lin Kingly Choi, Alive, Divorced from Robert shortly after Minnie turned 16, recovering addict

Sister(s):

Katie Kingly Choi, Alive, currently lives with their grandmother

Lover:

NA (depends on roleplay)

Friends:

• Garfield Logan

• Rachel Roth

• Kory

• Dick Grayson

Mentor:

N/A

Pets:

A black cat named Cheshire

Other:

A grandmother named Lena, alive, currently owns custody of her sister

"I never asked for this power"

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[•POWER INFO•]

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Power:

Black Magic

Quick Summary:

The extent of her power is unknown, nor how she obtained it.

Strengths:

N/A (will edit once I’ve thought of some)

Weaknesses:

N/A (will edit once I’ve thought of some)

Transportation:

A car, model and license plate unknown

Stats:

Strength: 8/10

Perception: 8/10

Endurance: 8/10

Charisma: 6/10

Agility: 8/10

Intelligence: 7/10

Speed: 8/10

Durability: 7/10

Fighting Skill: 8/10

Luck: 7/10

Confidence: 6/10

"You need to know my life story too? Goddamn"

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[•BACKSTORY•]

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Quick summary:

Born in Seoul, South Korea. Moved to Sydney, Australia at the age of 1. Became the second victim of her fathers abuse at the age of 6. Moved to San Francisco, CA at the age of 16 to live with her grandmother and younger sister; resulting in her parents divorcing due to no longer having custody over the girls.

#CircusClownSam OCs #hbo titans #netflix titans #titans rp #titans oc

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ladyclwriter · 2 years

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The name

BatFam!AU! Angst

BrucexDiana married, Damian canon, Dick Grayson, dead Jason Todd

Prompt: Grayson couldn't deny, he's an intense soul. And that would be his excuse for releasing his emotions in front of Y/N, the guest, exposing to everyone on the table that he would never let anyone forget about his brother's death — and Bruce wouldn't let it pass.

“I'm adopted.” his friend got quite a scare. You looked at him instantly, visibly shocked. The young man soon tried to calm you down. "What, you thought Diana was my mother?"

Understanding the intentions, you blinked your eyes, trying to clear the shock. “You look alike. All of you. Before Damian mentioned his mother I thought he was a Prince.”

“Well, we're certainly all Wayne.” Diana finished the subject with a smile, holding her husband's hand at her side. It was an attempt to appease and end the matter before bloods would boil.

“Some more than others.” Richard commented, bittersweet.

“Whatever that means, Richard, I'd like to say it's a misconception.” Bruce glared at him as intensely as his wife did to her husband. “Once Wayne, always Wayne.

“Blood and surname are the same thing.” Damian argued, his most serene gaze toward his brother. “In the end, what matters is the soul. And ours have always been and always will be connected.”

A sarcastic joke hung on his lips, but Richard decided not to respond.

He wanted more. He wanted to argue, to scream, to say everything he felt. His hands curled into fists in his lap, taking a deep breath. He felt all eyes watching him, felt the shame and the anger and the sadness.

“As much as I want to” he whispered. “Something in me will never feel at home. Something in me will never be Wayne. It is impossible to be like you. Jay said that every day.”

A question tickled your unnaturally quiet tongue. You didn't have time to think, Bruce's fist against the table made you shrink — Diana turning in her chair, back to her guest in a protective posture. It was deeply contradictory and offensive, but everyone in the room had the same attitude; set out to protect you from whatever Bruce did. However, the host's cold, sharp eyes were fixed on his son. “Don't you dare mention him again.”

“ Or what?!” Dick raised his tone, looking at him with tears in his eyes. “It pisses me off the way you pretend nothing happened! The world should know the name Jason Wayne Todd. His name should be constantly remembered, mentioned. He doesn't deserve to fall into the ignorant oblivion of his own father!”

“That's enough, Richard!” Bruce stood up, the chair he was sitting on falling back. Diana did the same, her back to you, who didn't even blink. Alfred was alarmed, quietly asking the boss to calm down.

“No! It will never be enough. We will never honor him enough.” He got up too, Damian soon after, his back to his father. “We'll never free ourselves from that guilt, Bruce. You know that very well. And that's why you can't even hear his name.”

Damian touched his brother's neck and shoulder, calling his name and almost begging to sit down.

“But I won't stop. I will say the name as many times as I want” Dick leaned over his brother, toward his father, only the Al Ghul holding him back. “Jason Peter Wayne Todd.”

It was enough. Enough for Diana to nearly jump over the table, for Damian to push his brother away while his stepmother stopped his father from advancing. Bruce was holding back tears, gritting his teeth like a rabid dog. Prince didn't have to do anything but stop him from passing with her hands on his arms, looking him in the eyes.

The guest was paralyzed, scared and shocked at the same time. Questions merged with terror and you couldn't even think about moving. Alfred gently and carefully lifted you from your seat, saying something polite about having to leave for a moment.

Yeah, quick shortie for you guys. It's a cut from a Portuguese fanfiction of mine. Tell me your thoughts 💙 see ya

#imagine #fanfic #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #diana prince #wonderbat #damian wayne #Jason todd #batfam #batfamily #dc

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ficfanatictrf · 1 year

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bluebell, tigerlily, and aster for the ask game!

And just in case you haven't heard it yet, happy new year!

Thank you very much and I hope that you have a happy new year as well <3 <3 bluebell— do you have any pets? if so, what are their names?

I have two cats. Sunny and Jaci. They are twins when my mom adopted them from our local cat shelter she was volunteering at after my cat (Cookie) past away. Sunny is a male short haired orange hyper mess. He is ready to run towards anything that seems dangerous, but he is also super intelligent. He comes when I call his name, and he is pure muscle. Jaci is a female long haired mixture of grey tones ball of anxiety. She would rather lay down and nap than run around, and honestly she is a tad stupid (I say this with love because she is my favorite). She is super small, half of what you see of her is just fur.

tigerlily— do you have any favorite quotes from any movies, tv shows, books, or poetry? (or from people in real life)

It is a super short quote, but is something that I have always loved because of the whole entire story. "Hey Mr. Arnstein, here I am" - Barbra Streisand (Funny Girl) For me, I always looked up to this song because if she had just stayed with the group (the safe option) she would have never lived the life she wanted. She put herself out there and went for something that could have blown up in her face - yet she made the decision with knowing that. That is why I love it so much.

aster— do you have any 'fictional crushes' on any movie, tv show, or book characters? who and why?

OMFG! Well, let's go on the list. Thin Smart (I am a nerd, and I adore listening to Tedtalks and podcasts....give me someone who can talk for hours on a topic they are passionate about? I'll marry the man in a heartbeat) - Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) - Milo Thatch (Atlantis) - Viktor (Arcane) - Athelstan (Vikings) - Professor Lupin (Harry Potter) Husband Material (They are so perfectly what I am looking for in a husband that I can't help but love them) - Shikamaru (Naruto) - Intelligence, dry humor, board games - James (Seduce Me, Otome Game) Intelligence, oldest child, *cough* BDSM *cough* - Sam (Seduce Me, Otome Game) Physically fit, protective, caring - Zuko (Avatar the Last Air Bender) - Tom Lucitor (Star vs the Forces of Evil) He learns about what his partner is into (even if he doesn't like it), he is protective but in a supportive way, may have an obsession with Tomco - Genos (One Punch Man) Hardworking, never gives up, caring, sometimes adorably childish - Shin-Ah (Yona of the Dawn) OH GOD A precious sweetheart, he deserves all the hugs, such a sweet and caring guy - Hak Son (Yona of the Dawn) Sarcastic humor, protective, dedicated, loyal - Tetsuro Kuroo (Haikyuu) Science nerd + sports, pays attention to his team, good with people, punny - Rengoku Kyojuro (Demon Slayer) What I want to be more like. Positive attitude even when not in a good mood, able to work hard even when people try to push you down, and kind in all situations but able to speak his mind bluntly - Bakugou Katsuki (My Hero Academia) Hard working, physically fit, shows care for people the way I show care for people, while I wish I was more like Kyojuro I know I am more like Katsuki - Dick Grayson (DC Comics) Funny, positive attitude, kind, hard working, caring I know it's a kink (if we met in real life I would probably die- I can go more into these...but this is getting long) - Loki (Marvel) - Sasori of the Red Sand (Naruto) - Damon Salvatore ( The Vampire Diaries) - Sukuna Ryoumen (Jujutsu Kaisen) - Lucifer, Avatar of Pride (Obey Me! Game) - Satan, Avatar of Wrath (Obey Me! Game) - Mammon, Avatar of Greed (Obey Me! Game) - Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony (Obey Me! Game) - Garou (One Punch Man) - Ban (Seven Deadly Sins) - Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter) - Kaz Brekker (Shadow and Bones)

#asktrf #I love doing these #I would love to talk to people on here more

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jasonsthunderthighs · 4 years

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This week has been a huge ass blur. I'm so sleep deprived. I now know how Tim feels when he stays up all nights doin a case, living on coffee and no sleep.

#personal #not DC #not DC related #sorry for the personal post #personal post #I'm a white haired Non-binary version of Jason #with the body and sleep schedule of Tim Drake #and a sarcastic attitude like Dick Grayson #plus the wrath of Damian Wayne #I need to shut up #Shut up G

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catxsnow · 4 years

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BROTHERLY DISTURBANCES W.W

Request: can i request a wally and batsis!reader trying to make out in peace but keep getting interrupted by her brothers?

Warning: fluff, kissing, implied smut

A/N: I love Wally West with my whole heart okay. He deserves better and I hope he comes back in season four of YJ 😩

Word count: 2.2k

It was great that your boyfriend and your brothers got a long. Wally and Dick were best friends long before you even met him. Jason liked the speedster too - you were sure it was because he reminded him of Roy a little bit. Even Tim liked Wally - mostly because Bart was one of his best friends.

Least to say, they were all happy that it was Wally that you were dating, not some asshole. You were glad that you didn't have to go through that awkward stage of your brothers intimidatingly asking your boyfriend what he wanted with you. Wally already knew them all, they knew exactly what kind of person he was.

Dick the most. Their time together on the Young Justice team proved a friendship that would never end. Having him basically be part of the family with dating you was even better.

You and Wally started dating after his endless flirting with you. At first, it had just been a joke to piss Dick off, before he realized that he genuinely had feelings for you. He was trying to spend as much time with you as he could get - and as a speedster it seemed that he had all the time in the world.

It took you a long time to cave to his pleads of asking you on a date. The second you did, it was like your whole world changed. Your brothers got closer to you, Wally was more loving than ever, you were happier. Dating Wally made you a better sister, and a better person.

The downside of them all being friends, was that you were often interrupted by them. Dick was always stopping by your apartment to hang out with Wally or you. It was nice to see him, but there were times that you wanted to get into a classic sibling throw-down with him as well.

Today, was one of those days.

For the first time in a long time, you and Wally both were free of university classes and missions. You got the chance to laze around in your apartment and just enjoy the presence of one another. Wally always complained about how slowly the days passed, but you knew that these were his guilty pleasure days.

The smell of fresh cookies filled your apartment, upon Wally's request. Rain pattered against the window, filling the empty noise. Wally sat in the arm chair in your small living room with you on his lap. His hand grasped your thigh as he met your lips. His favourite part about days like these? Getting to kiss you as much as he wanted.

Wally dragged out his kisses for as long as he possible could. It was one of the few times he despised speed. You smiled into the kiss, wishing that you could spend every day like this. Hands tugging through Wally's messy hair, the heat of his body radiating to yours. Nothing could ruin this moment.

Except for Dick Grayson.

You regretted giving your brother a key to your apartment. Especially right now, when he barged in without knocking. You nearly jumped off of Wally's lap, startled from his sudden entrance. Your fear turned to disappointment very quickly, and it seemed like Wally's did too.

"Cookies," Dick grinned, grabbing one off the plate and shoving nearly the entire thing into his mouth. He finally noticed that you and Wally were sitting on the chair, and awkwardly smiled at your angered look. "Bad timing?" It didn't take being a detective to realize what you were previously doing.

"When do you ever have good timing?" You glared. Wally tapped your leg, gesturing for you to get off of his lap, to which you complied to. Your arms were crossed over your chest as the two friends dabbed it up. In all your time together, it seemed like Wally was never mad at Dick for something like this, always you.

"What're you doing here, Rob?" Wally asked, using Dick's old nickname. His mouth was full of a half eaten cookie and you were sure the plate was going to be gone within the hour. As much as you loved Wally, he was a lot to cook for.

"Was in the neighborhood, thought I'd stop by," Dick shrugged. He swung his arm over your shoulder and when you didn't return his hug, he tightened his grip and completely messed up your hair. Of course, both boys thought it was hilarious to see you so frustrated about a simple fix.

Your peaceful day had come to an end as Wally and Dick settled on the couch and chatted about everything and anything. Their friendship had come first for longer than you were dating Wally and longer than you were siblings with Dick. It was often times hard to compete with that and over the years, you had just accepted it.

It was hours that Dick had stayed over, him and Wally laughing and having fun like the good old days. You loved seeing them happy like this, but you also just wanted your alone time with Wally again. Finally, Dick had decided that he used up his time and that it was time to head back to his own home.

The second that Dick left, Wally sped over to you and latched onto your waist. His lips crashed onto yours, missing your taste just as much as you had missed his. At that moment, your bed - even the couch - seemed too far away. Wally settled with setting you up on the kitchen counter, standing between your legs.

You trapped him in his place, legs wrapped around his waist. Wally's hands rested below your shirt, gently rubbing the pads of his fingers on your skin. He pulled his lips away, just long enough to utter, "I love you."

"As much as you love my brother?" You teased. Wally playfully glared at you, you always teased him about how close he and Dick were. He grabbed the bottom of your thighs, carrying you to your bedroom. You laughed the whole way there, even more so as he literally threw you on the bed.

Wally didn't hesitate to join you. He hovered over you, legs entangled as he kissed you again. His hair tickled the underside of your chin as he trailed down your neck. Hands grasping at your shirt, but not wanting to pull away long enough to tug it off of you. Finally, he pulled away the material.

"Babe, I don't think I'll ever stop admiring you," Wally grinned. He took every chance he got to flirt with you, and you had to admit that you loved it. This time, you rolled your eyes at him, and pulled him back down to meet your lips. He didn't seem to complain about that either.

A sudden, familiar gush of wind made you freeze. You were well accustomed to Wally speeding in and out of a room, along with the mess of loose items that followed. However, with Wally hovering over you, there was only one other person that would be speeding in and out of your room at that speed.

"Please don't tell me..." You trailed off, already knowing the answer. Wally sighed, handing you back your shirt that he had just removed. The two of you straightened up your clothes before leaving your room and back into the kitchen.

Bart was raiding your fridge, food already shoved in his mouth while none other than Tim was sitting in your favourite chair.

"You look great in red (Y/N)!" Bart complimented while still chewing. You could feel Wally's glare, and before he could do anything to his relative, you grasped his hand. You hoped that he hadn't noticed you shirtless, but of course being a speedster he easily noticed everything in a room before you could blink.

"What do you want, Tim?" You asked, looking over at your younger brother. "Bart if you take that last slice of pizza I'll personally send you back to your timeline myself," you snapped. Bart wearily looked between the pizza in his hand and you before setting it back in the fridge and closing the door.

"Haven't seen Kon in a while, thought he might have come here," Tim explained. It wouldn't have been the first time one of your super friends came and crashed at your apartment for a couple nights. Tim looked up at Wally's ruffled hair and your shirt that was on inside-out. "Sorry for the bad timing." Just like Dick.

"Kon isn't here," Wally answered the obvious.

"A simple text would have sufficed instead of showing up," You snapped. It seemed like everyone was making the effort to ruin your day with Wally. However, family was family and as much as you hated them you couldn't be annoyed for long. They all meant their best, even if it wasn't valuing you in the moment.

"Am I not allowed to come visit?" Tim asked. Of course he was. Just like Dick, you did enjoy Tim's visits to your home as well. Also like Dick, you weren't in the mood for anyone else to come by your home. The hours of the day were ticking down and you knew that by the next day, you weren't going to get the option of peace again for a while.

"Hi, Tim. Thanks for stopping by, great catching up. You too, Bart. Really great visit, missed you both, bye!" You sarcastically vote as you ushered both the men towards your front door. They tried to complain as you did so, but you had slammed the door right in their faces, followed by an obvious click of your lock.

"Really, babe?" Wally chuckled at you. "Just can't get enough of me today, huh?"

"Do you want me to invite them back in? Stay for dinner? Less time that you get to see me nak-"

"Nope!" Wally changed his attitude very quickly. He sped over to you, hoisting you up in his arms and raced back into your bedroom, this time closing and locking the door in case you had any more visitors. The tension between the two of you escalated dramatically throughout the day and it was killing you not to break it.

Wally's finger's danced along your skin. They roamed up your thighs, under your shirt, anywhere that he could reach. All day he had been waiting for his and all day he had been denied. It wasn't just you who was craving his kisses, he was craving yours as well. He needed this moment with you, otherwise he was sure he was going to explode.

Your kisses were no longer slow and tender, they were rushed, needy. Both of you were petrified that someone else was going to come along and ruin your moment. The perfect day that you had envisioned was no more, the last few hours of the night were fading just as you had dreaded.

You were right to fear as well. Wally barely had his belt undone when yet another knock came from your front door. His eyes filled with dread at the sound. "Think we can ignore them?" Wally asked, still kissing along your jaw. You didn't answer, just tilted his chin so you could kiss his lips.

However, the knock didn't stop. It got louder, and louder until you couldn't bare the sound of it anymore. Whoever it was, they had no patience in the slightest. "Fuck," You muttered. You grabbed the closest shirt on the floor and shoved it over your half naked body. Wally flopped against the bed, rubbing his eyes in frustration.

You whipped open your front door, fire in your eyes at getting interrupted once more. Just as you had dreaded - and expected - it was Jason at your door. His arms were crossed and he had a duffel bag over his shoulder, one that held his Red Hood suit.

"Patrol?" Jason asked. There were several times that he came to you asking if you wanted to scour the city with him. Most times, you wanted to. This time, you barely gave him notice.

"No," you deadpanned. The door was maybe a little too harshly slammed in his face. There was no way that you were going to waste the last bit of time with Wally to go out in this city to fight criminals. You wanted this night to yourself and you had even gone out of your way to tell Jason that you were taking the night off. He must have forgotten.

"Babe, I know I've said it before but you look so good in my clothes," Wally complimented as you walked back into your room. You hadn't noticed that it was his shirt that you picked up rather than your own. "Another one of your brothers?"

"Jason," you scowled.

"I thought I had a big family," Wally joked. He pulled you back into your bed so your legs straddled his thighs. Both hands were intertwined as he stared up at you. "How many more interruptions can we expect? My body can only handle so much more."

"Well, if you include Bruce, there's still a chance of five more," You shuddered at the thought. "I don't care what's happening out there. I'm not leaving this bed again. Even if it's Beyonce that comes at my door."

"Babe, I like the way you think."

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SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK [GD]

Description: No strings attached. That was the only rule.

Inspired by ‘SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK’ by Joji, with a happy ending.

Warnings: Soft Smut (barely anything)

Word Count: 3.09k+

Slow dancing. The only passionate dance where you can’t truly see your partners face. Such a passionate dance. That’s what Grayson felt his relationship with Y/N was. And it sort of was. It was supposed to be intimate and that was it. No feelings; Just pleasure.

Impersonal, is what some would call it. He knew her, he knew every inch of her, but not the way he wanted to know her. He wanted to know what she liked. What she disliked. Things that no one knew about her. Like her favorite band, which he already knew, but other things that were meaningful to her.

‘Gray come over’ was the text that had managed to break Grayson's thought process.

It was the person he wanted, but the wrong context.

With a sigh, he responded with an ‘omw’ and left his apartment and made his way to hers. A million thought racing past his mind as he drove until he was finally knocking on her door.

“S’missed you,” she muttered before pulling him inside, smashing her lips against his.

“Missed you too,” he whispered, but she didn’t hear it, he didn’t want her to anyways.

He meant it in a completely different way than she did.

“Gray,” she moaned at the feeling of his hands traveling around her body before she gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it off his body, as he did the same thing to her.

His lips latched onto her neck, painting a pretty picture which he was sure she was gonna remember him with.

“Fuck I’ve missed this,” she moaned at the feeling of his hands gripping her ass causing a smirk to spread across his face.

“Yeah? How bout’ this?” he asked before his hand moved down to cup one of her most private places, making shivers run down her spine.

“Mhm,” she moaned before her hand caught hold of his jaw, pulling his face up to her’s and pressing his plumped lips against hers. “Quit the teasing,” she muttered against his lips, a chuckle being his response.

“Yeah? What do you want?” he asked, making her groan.

He knew she hated that. She hated begging. The asking. The feeling of vulnerability.

Yet he was the only one, who made her feel that way. That made her beg, make her ask for what she wants.

“Come on angel, tell me, what do you want?” he asked, the small little pet name causing a field of butterflies to erupt in her stomach, while he blushed because it slipped.

“I want you, Grayson,” she muttered, slightly annoyed while Grayson’s ego grew.

“Then you have me. All of me,” he spoke, whispering the last part before laying her down on the couch, his hands quickly slipping her small biker-shorts off her body, his eyes traveling down her almost naked body, while his hands slipped the rest of their clothes off.

“Don’t take it easy on me Gray,” she smirked, making his eyes turn dark and cold, and full of lust.

“I wasn’t planning on to,” he smirked before slamming his dick in her pussy, a pleasure-filled scream falling past her lips.

“Oh my God Grayson don’t sto-...do- don't stop please,” she moaned, taking a second to gather her thoughts as her eyes paid a long visit to her brain.

“You like this? You like how I’m destroying your tight little pussy? You little whore,” he grunted making her eyes widened.

Not that she didn’t enjoy that, but Grayson wasn’t the type to use those types of words, at least with you.

“I do. I do so fucking much,” you moaned and felt his hand move from your back to pressing his thumb against your clit.

“Good,” he muttered before fasting his pace, causing a string of curse words to fall past her lips.

And that’s how it went. Teeth clashing, purple necks, toes curling, earth-shaking orgasms, multiple times.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna have to leave town every weekend,” she sighed out of breath while her hand was still tied to the headboard.

“I was still in town Y/N,” he said causing her eyes to widen, “Have you been with anyone else?”

“What? No. I’ve been talking to someone, but I think I got confused,” she said, her words stabbing his heart with every letter that it was made up of.

“Oh,” was the only thing he said before getting up, wrapping a blanket around his waist and walking over to her, untying the knot, freeing her hand.

“Where you going?” she asked when she noticed him walking away.

“Take a shower,” he muttered before walking away and leaving her alone on the bed.

And that’s how it went for a couple of weeks. She would text him the quick ‘come over’ and Grayson would be on his way like a lost puppy, while she did and didn’t do whatever she wanted.

This time Grayson said no.

He simply said no. Causing a frown to spread across her face at his attitude.

Maybe he’s having a bad day? Was her only thought.

She truly cared for him. Maybe not in the way that he wanted, but she really did.

With a sigh, she got up from the couch slipping up a pair of sweatpants with a simple t-shirt, and a dirty pair of air forces.

She left her small and humble apartment, got in her car, and drove to his. Her mind clouded with questions and a bit of pain.

Why was he so cold? Did he not want to do it anymore?

Those were the main questions. The only ones that she wanted an answer to.

So with a click of her key, she locked her car and made her way to his door.

After two knocks a confused and shirtless Grayson opened the door, sweat dripping down his forehead, probably from his workout.

“What are you doing here?” he casually asked, making her think he didn’t want her there.

“I came to check if you were okay,” she muttered, and a scoff was his only response for a couple of seconds.

“Why? Because I said no I wouldn’t be okay? Because I didn’t go crawling for you means I’m not okay?” he spoke as his words turned louder over time, hitting her with a pang of hurt because she had no idea of what he was referring to.

“What? No. I came because I care for you and I wanted to make sure you were okay,” she whispered, suddenly being washed away with emotions.

We could say you were not a confrontational person, but when it came to people you cared about. So this? This, you were hating.

“You care?” he scoffed with a sarcastic laugh, “You care? Y/N do you? Do you really care? Or are you just saying this because I didn’t want to hook up with you?” he said earning a scoff from her.

“Alright, what is going on? This is not the Grayson I know. And no, I’m not just saying that because your feelings are more important than a quick hookup,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes at his sudden attitude.

“Grayson, I can’t finish myself up,” the girliest voice she thought she’s ever heard, shouted from inside his apartment, and she nodded her head with a chuckle

“I guess you’re completely fine, go finish her up Gray,” she sarcastically said before turning around and leaving.

Was she jealous? Maybe she was. But that wasn’t the reason why she was upset.

She was upset because he was her best friend. He was her best friend and he blew her off to be with a barbie wanna bitch, well that’s what she called her. The point was, she was hurt because he was angry at her. And she didn’t know why.

Meanwhile, Grayson was upset at himself. Thinking he ruined the only thing he had. Even if it’s not what he wanted, he at least had it in some way.

Even if it was impersonal, but now he had nothing, and he was angry.

“Leave. Please,” he told the girl once he walked into his bedroom.

“What?” she scoffed.

“I’m sorry, I’m not in the mood anymore,” he sighed, putting on one of his t-shirts when suddenly the scent made its way to his nose.

The scent of her perfume. A scent he adored so much. The scent of her. That scent represented her and no one else.

“It’s okay. I heard your conversation. You love her don’t you?” she asked, getting up from his bed and putting her clothes back on while he sighed.

“I don’t know. But I know she doesn’t feel the same way,” he said and she nodded her head and sat down next to him.

“Have you spoken to her about it? You never know until you try,”

“I didn’t think I could make it more obvious. I’m always replying to her texts as soon as I receive them. She says come over and I drop everything I’m doing and get there in under 5 minutes, I’m always making sure she doesn’t need or is missing anything. How more obvious can I be?” He spoke and she listened.

Meanwhile, Y/N had no one to vent to. No one to hear her, no one to listen to her.

She was confused. So confused when it came to her feelings. And Grayson knew that. She was always confused, so she wondered what she did to make him upset.

But she couldn’t come up with anything. She hadn’t done anything bad. She hadn't broken the rule, at least not verbally so what exactly did she do?

She decided to ask him. But not now. She thought he needed space so that’s what she’s going to give him and plenty of it.

Three weeks to be exact. She gave him three weeks before standing in front of his door and knocking on his door, except this time, a blonde girl opened it, with a smile that Y/N could see right through.

“Is Grayson here?” she spoke in a monotone voice.

“Yeah, why?” The girl asked, fixing the collar of her shirt.

“Can you tell him Y/N is here and that she needs to speak with him,” she said, the girl’s face dropping at the mention of her name.

“Sure,” she muttered before closing the door and walking to get him, which took a couple of minutes for unknown reasons.

“What?” he said after he opened the door, she looked down, refusing to look at his face.

“How’d you know?” was the only thing she asked. He stepped out and closed the door, not wanting his private conversation to be heard by anyone.

“What?”

“How’d you know I broke the rule? I never told you,” she said again and he shook his head.

“What rule Y/N? What are you talking about?” he asked, getting impatient.

“The one fucking rule. The one rule that said I wasn’t supposed to fall for you! How’d you know that I did? Because I never told anyone. Is that why you broke it off without any explaining whatsoever?” She questioned and finally looked up at him. Only three weeks and he already looked different, he had a beard, and his hair was a bit longer.

“I didn’t know that. That’s why I broke it off,” he whispered and she shook her head.

“Then what was it? Because you seem happy now. Just blow me off with no explanation. And who is she?”

“I stopped it because I fell in love with you. I fell in love from the minute I saw you walk out of the smoothie shop. And I knew you didn’t love me back, so I stopped it before I got more hurt,” he explained and she nodded her head.

“Who is she?” she asked again, disregarding his previous statement.

“Alex,” he whispered.

“Are you together?”

And when he stayed quiet, she knew. She knew they were.

She knew she had lost him. Lost him to someone she didn’t know existed.

She lost him because she wasn’t clear about her feelings. Or lost him because maybe they weren’t meant to be. After all, everything happens for a reason; Even if that reason makes no sense at the time.

“Bye Grayson. I wish you the best,” she spoke before turning around and leaving.

This was now the second time. The second time she left that building feeling heartbroken. The first being when she came to make sure he was okay and he blew her off, and this time he rejected her with no words.

It was true what they said. Mixing sex with friendships wasn’t always the best. And it was true. Maybe if she never introduced the idea at all and told him how she felt, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

But the many ‘what if’s’ were not helping at all. They were what if’s after all, an alternate universe of some sort, and that was it.

In the real world, she was lonely, and he wasn’t, and that was it.

Her apartment felt different. It did ever since she came back that day. It’s been two weeks and she no longer hears his obnoxious laugh that she loved to hear. His loud voice echoing through the hallways. His horrible singing voice coming out of the shower. Her giggles as he chased her through the apartment. Before his arms wrapped around her and he slammed her down on the couch, before pressing his lips against hers.

At that moment she should’ve known.

She should’ve known that she was desperately, and deeply falling in love with him.

And that he was with her.

She missed him. She truly did. She missed everything good about him and his bad habits.

She missed yelling at him to put the toilet seat down. She missed yelling at him to dry the counters after he made a mess with water after washing the dishes. She missed his cute corny dad jokes that made her laugh until tears were streaming down her face. She missed the way his hands felt when they were on her body. The feeling of his lips against hers. She just missed him.

And he missed her too. He missed getting yelled at, even when he found it annoying at the time. He missed chasing her around until he finally had her cornered and she had nowhere to go then picking her up. He missed her ‘come over’ texts. He missed her tiny hands wrapped around his neck. The way she chanted his name when he was hitting oh so perfectly. He just missed her.

They just missed each other. But they were too stubborn to go see each other. They were equally stubborn which wasn’t that good of a mix. Arguing over the silliest things. If Grayson saw green it was green, if Y/N saw blue it was blue.

“Grayson that was at least three times,” she argued and he shook his head.

“It was three,”

“It was not. If it was three we still wouldn't be here,” she scoffed.

“How are you gonna tell me how many times I threw the ball?” he asked, emphasizing the I.

“By telling you. I was watching you. It was five and the conversation is over,” she groaned before walking away. It takes two to argue, and by walking away she also had the last word,

And that’s just who they were. Argued over something silly, then be perfectly fine a couple of minutes after.

They also missed each other's presence. When you’re around a person almost all day, every day, and they’re suddenly gone, you don’t only miss them but you also miss the feeling of the person being there. And that’s what was happening, they were missing their energy.

Getting fed up with the waiting, and sadness, they both got up, at the same time, and walked to their cars and drove to each other's apartments, and knocked at the door, knocked but no one answered.

‘Open the door’ was the text that they sent to each other. Grayson quickly clicked the little phone icon and called her, each ring adding on to his nerves.

“Where are you?” he asked the second she answered.

“In front of your door, where are you?” she replied, anxiously chewing on her nails while walking back and forth.

“At your door. Stay where you. I’m on my way,” he replied and hung up, racing down the stairs and driving over the speed limit, what was usually a ten-minute drive turned into a five minute one.

Filled with so much emotion, a few tears manage to fall past his eyelids as he ran up the stairs to his apartment.

The sight of her nervously walking back and forth while chewing on her nails was enough to make his heart swell.

“Y/N,” he said, causing her to turn around and stop her pacing.

“I love you,” they both whispered before falling into each other.

“I love you so fucking much,” Grayson muttered against her hair, she tried to hold back her tears but couldn’t.

“I love you more. So fucking much Gray,” she said against his chest, the vibration running through his entire body.

“I missed you,” he said, picking her up before unlocking his door and walking inside.

“I missed you more,” she smiled as he sat her down on his island in the middle of his kitchen.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” he said, making her chuckle.

“I’m serious, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you said looking away, his staring causing her to blush. “I missed your stupid loud laugh, and your horrible singing, your dumb jokes, I just missed you,” she said causing him to smile, he placed his finger on her jaw, softly turning her head so that she was facing him.

“I missed you too. I missed your cute and loud laugh. Your corny dad jokes, your little baking moments, yelling at me like you’re my mom, I missed my best friend and I missed you,” he spoke looking directly into her eyes.

“Remember when I told you not to follow me?” he randomly said and she sent him a look of confusion.

“I said ‘don’t follow me, you’ll end up in my arms’,” he said and she nodded her head.

“I was telling you, that I love you,”

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ravensmind · 3 years

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Happy RobRae week 2021! Here's my day 1 prompt fic. There will be an extended smuttier version coming soon. Might only do this prompt this year just due to things I have going on, but I'm still writing! Hope you enjoy this 😃.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13863436/1/Finals-and-a-First

~RavensMind~

RobRae week 2021

Day 1: Gotham Academy AU

Finals and a First

Finals week. Two simple words that had the power to make anyone quake with anxiety and while he may do a good job of hiding it, Dick Grayson was no exception. Luckily for him, he had a solid group of friends who had each other’s backs. They mostly studied as a group when they were free, unless their class schedule or extracurricular activity demanded they improvise. Gotham Academy was not known for caring about its students' friendships or whether they had free time to study together or not. Dick was on the football team and they did not have practice that day, so he was free, but Victor, Kori, Garfield, and Tara were all at meets or practices or matches or just in class, only Rachel was able to study with him, and that presented a challenge. Dick was enamored with Rachel, infatuated with Rachel, could not stop thinking about Rachel, and she had no idea because he just could. Not. Tell. Her.

Even though Rachel Roth, the quiet, reserved, sarcastic, smart, violet-haired girl was sitting only inches away from him at the same table in the library, he could not look at her, as he had some paranoid feeling that she knew exactly how he felt when he looked at her. Normally, he would play off of his other friends, but now they were alone. He hid in his textbook, pretending to be very interested in some words located near the spine of the book in some rose colored block of text. Out of frustration with his own inner turmoil, he picked up the noble they’d been assigned to read and chucked it into a nearby bookcase.

“Are you okay?” Rachel asked in a frustrated tone.

“Yeah, I’m fine, why?” Dick returned.

"You’re just not usually this quiet, is all,” she replied.

“Guess I’m just nervous,” he said.

“About our finals?”

“Yeah,” he said, thanking the universe for that excuse.

“I didn’t think you got nervous over stuff like this, at least I don’t think I’ve seen it. Wait ‘till this gets out, the chill, cool captain of the football team is freaking over his final,” she teased.

“But you wouldn’t tell anyone, right?”

“No. Lucky you, I don’t think anyone would believe me.”

“That the only reason you wouldn’t say anything?”

“No, because I don’t know that I believe you either,” she replied, toying with a strand of her hair with one of her slim, almost pale fingers.

Dick chanced a look at her and was surprised to see a playful smirk on her face and a strange look in her violet eyes that he was not sure he had seen before. He tensed a little when he realized he had slipped up and looked at her. Did she know? Was he screwed? The last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable and get on her bad side. She had enough trouble dealing with the gossip and judgmental teachers for her goth vibe and overall lack of shits to give attitude.

At one point, he heard Rachel had been summoned to the dean’s office for violating the dress code by wearing black knee highs over fishnets and foregoing the standard blue skirt for a black one. Her response was that technically she was in compliance, as there was no rule about a specific color skirt, or that she could not wear anything in addition to the socks on her legs, and she was a model student. Aside from snapping at a teacher or two, she was rarely in trouble, and he knew she had good grades. She still kept that style, even though more teachers voiced their disapproval, but they ultimately could not do anything without changing the dress code and it was not worth it. After he heard about what happened, Dick helped her out by changing the color tie and slacks he wore from blue to black, as his popularity would make her style choice far less controversial. He had mostly done it to help her, but he also liked being seen as more of a rebel. He stuck up for her when she was being picked on and she was always quick to shut down anyone who was bad-mouthing him.They had grown a bit closer as a result, though neither really acknowledged it to the other.

He swallowed and considered what his options would be if she dug deeper. He hoped that he could talk his way out of whatever accusation she was about to make. He shifted in his chair and cleared his throat.

“What makes you say that?” he asked.

“Hmm. Well, you’ve never really stressed about tests before. When Gar complains, you calm him down and put together a plan to study, so I’m pretty sure you’re more level-headed,” she replied.

“Doesn’t mean I’m not nervous.”

“No, but I think it’s less likely that it’s about the exams. Now that I think about it… you kind of acted like this last time we hung out. Maybe it’s about one of us,” she thought aloud.

“Like I said, I’m nervous about finals. It’s, uhh, just been a lot for me this time. It’s our last year and I don’t want Bruce to be harder on me if I don’t measure up,” he said, injecting a little truth, desperately hoping it would help sell his lie.

“I suppose that’s fair, but I still don’t think it’s that.”

“Why’s it matter? It’s not like I’m hiding anything that would hurt people. I’m just stressed!”

“You’re hiding plenty, but that’s not the point. It matters,” she hesitated before continuing, “because I don’t like seeing you stressed. It’s like I can feel it and I want to help you. Something’s clearly eating at you and I hate seeing you try and bury it like it’s not there.”

He sighed and looked down at his book. He stared down at the page as he felt the swelling of emotions that rose from his heart. He wanted to spill everything, but knew that it would not be fair to her, to dump everything at once and give her a massive choice to make about them. He cared about her and she clearly cared about him, so he thought he might be able to at least give her a hint or two. She was dealing with more than enough, she didn’t need his problems too.

“Okay...don’t laugh. It’s about a girl,” he said.

Rachel perked up and tilted her head. Dick swore her eyes lit up, but that may have just been a trick of the light as someone passed by the window near them, book in hand.

“I’m not going to laugh! What’s making you so nervous? I seriously doubt you’d ever need to be stressing over a girl, plenty throw themselves at you, though I guess that could be tough too.”

“She’s different. I like her, but she’s never really said if she likes me or not. I hang out with her quite a bit and we have fun, or I think we do. I'm just not sure if I want to take a chance and mess up a good thing.”

“You’re being ridiculous.. Clearly she likes you enough to spend time with you, you should have had some kinda obvious sign by now. Some girls tease you or act a certain way around you, others might be more blunt, but you have to know at this point. Though, it would help if you said who she is,” she teased knowingly.

“Hah, yeah, it is a little silly,” he chuckled, “You wouldn’t tell her though?”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m interested, I need to get ready for the big reveal, lots of pyro and speakers to set up,” she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes, “No, of course not, idiot. You know you can trust me. Why the secrecy, though? Is it... Kori?”

She leaned forward with interest, almost teetering on the edge of her seat.

“No, uh, but you’re kinda close,” he said, anxiously shifting in his chair.

He watched as she went quiet and crossed her legs in her chair, sitting up a bit straighter as she considered the possible remaining options. He hoped she had thought of herself first.

“I admit, I could see why you’d like Tara, she’s pretty easy to talk to and knows what she likes, which isn’t common,” she said, tracing her bottom lip with her finger, “I think she can be a little insecure though, so you may want to keep that in mind.”

He wondered to himself if she was toying with him.

“It’s uhh, it’s not Tara, either,” he admitted, his cheeks turning red.

Rachel’s cheeks also reddened as her mouth formed a coy smile, and she went quiet. Her fingers played with the edge of a page in her textbook as she looked away from Dick toward the door before snapping back so her eyes met his.

“Oh. So, I think if you like her, you really should say something. I’m not sure if I know *exactly* how she feels, but I’d want to hear you say how much you like me. I’d like to know how I made you feel… if I was her,” she teased.

“Are you sure? I uhh, I’d hate if I came on to her too strongly, she’d shut me down and it would mess with the friendship she and I had,” he asked, undoing his tie and opening his school blazer a little. He was feeling very warm all of a sudden.

“I don’t think she would let that happen, Dick,” she replied, leaning closer to him, “You should probably tell me who she is...so I have a better idea.”

He took a deep breath and smiled at her, letting the moment last, enjoying the hopeful, expectant look on her face.

“Her name is Rachel,” he said, edging closer to her.

Dick felt his heart pounding in his chest and he swore his face was burning as they both got closer to each other, until his lips were inches from Rachel’s. Neither looked around to see who else in the library might be watching, and the idea that anyone else even existed was as distant as another planet. Her eyes closed as she pressed her lips to his and he eagerly kissed her back, hardly believing this was happening. Their heated kiss was interrupted by the sound of the librarian reprimanding a classmate of theirs at another table on the other side of a bookcase. Rachel smiled at him, biting her lip while she studied his face for a moment.

“That. Is what you get when you tell the truth,” she said.

#raven #robin #robrae #teen titans #robrae week #robraeweek #robraeweek2021 #robrae week 2021 #fanfic

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Mockingbird!Reader x Nightwing Harry Potter Headcannons

Anon: If you know Harry Potter, Mockingbird and Dick at Hogwarts?

A/n: Oh goodness, Harry Potter was my jam when I was growing up! And for these HCs, I went on the Wizarding World website (also called Pottermore?), and took the sorting hat quiz to find out what Mockingbird’s house would be for top accuracy. I based my answers off of Mockingbird’s personality! Enjoy!

Beware: This is really long, I got really into it.

Mockingbird met Dick Grayson when he first came to Hogwarts.

Mockingbird was a year ahead of him, and a silver-tongued Slytherin at that. She made it clear that she wasn’t one to mess with not long after her first day there. If someone ever attempts to, Mockingbird’s sharp tongue embarrasses them. It went from just embarrassing them or ruining their reputations.

As soon as Dick walked in, he and Mockingbird locked eyes. He immediately captured her interest, and she obtained his in return.

Mockingbird’s best friend, Artemis Crock, noticed and teased her for staring at a boy. Since it was Artemis, Mockingbird didn’t mind the teasing; there was no one else she trusted more.

Dick kept glancing over at Mockingbird and made eye contact a few more times.

Mockingbird crossed her fingers for him to be sorted into Slytherin, but to your dismay, he was sorted into Gryffindor. Gryffindor, of all houses.

“Damn, that’s unfortunate.” Artemis said afterwards.

You were very disappointed, but you didn’t show it. Instead, you shrugged and agreed with her.

Dick was bummed out as well, even more so when he learned that Slytherin and Gryffindor were sworn enemies. He didn’t want to hate you; he wanted to meet you and befriend you.

Wally West, his eventual best friend, was convinced that you were going to hate Dick for being in Gryffindor, like Slytherins tend to do.

“Don’t worry about it, there are plenty more girls out there that aren’t Slytherins.” Wally said. “Just don’t have your hopes up on Mockingbird; I’ve never met a Slytherin that I didn’t hate.”

Dick occasionally saw Mockingbird in the halls between classes, sometimes in the courtyard. He yearned to go talk to you, but Wally’s advice echoed in his head any time he thought about approaching you. He was usually one of the bravest of the bunch, so Dick wasn’t sure why he couldn’t get himself to do it.

The first time he talked to Mockingbird wasn’t until his first Quidditch game. Professor McGonagal saw him as the perfect Seeker for Gryffindor, and she was right.

Dick was pleasantly surprised to see that Mockingbird was the opposing Seeker, although you were much more intimidating up close. Your eyebrows quirked when you saw him, but you otherwise had no visible reaction.

Despite being one of most talented Seekers Gryffindor had ever seen, you managed to catch the Golden Snitch... but just barely. She would never admit it, but he almost beat her to it.

It wasn’t too much of a surprise; Mockingbird’s late mother was the best Seeker in Slytherin’s Quidditch history.

Plenty of banter was thrown back and forth between the two of them every chance they got. It made the Quidditch game much more interesting.

Wally noticed how close Dick was to beating Mockingbird, and he didn’t hesitate to call Mockingbird out after the game. They didn’t get along very well, which was well known throughout the school.

“Get off your high-horse and admit that Dick almost got the Snitch before you!” Wally said in front of everyone.

Mockingbird rolled her eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and you probably don’t know either; aren’t you the one who didn’t make Quidditch tryouts?”

Dick moved Wally out of the way before he could dig himself any deeper or do something he would regret. To Mockingbird’s surprise, instead of snapping at her, Dick said, “Congrats on catching the Snitch; it was a good game.”

It puzzled her at first, but she shook it off and scoffed lightly. “Can’t say I expected a Gryffindor to say something like that.”

“Yeah, I figured I’d try to see if it’s possible to to teach a Slytherin manners.”

From that moment on, Dick became Mockingbird’s biggest rival.

Dick’s sarcasm and quips and attitude drove Mockingbird insane, but she thought it was fun at the same time. Even when she returned it tenfold, Dick wouldn’t give up. It was like a game to him, and that both enraged her and entertained her.

Snippy comments to each other during class often earned them a scolding

It continued all throughout Dick’s first, second, and third year. By his second year, some subtle flirting was thrown into the mix, but nothing noticeable.

Dick’s fourth year is when things started to change. He started to pay even closer attention to Mockingbird, much more than he used to. For example, he was surprised that he had never noticed how beautiful Mockingbird’s eyes were.

It was the one secret that he would never spill to Wally; no one could deny that Mockingbird had very good looks, but if Dick even hinted at romantic feelings, Wally would surely faint.

One night, when Dick was sneaking around Hogwarts, he ran into Mockingbird and discovered that she was investigating the same thing. She reluctantly agreed to team up with him for the night.

When Mockingbird sneaked back to bed, she realized she felt a connection to Dick... and she didn’t appreciate that at all.

After running into each other a second time, and mutually enjoying it, it became a tradition to meet up somewhere alone, be it at night, at Hagrid’s, or some empty corner of the castle.

Hagrid managed to never mention it when Wally was around.

By the time Dick’s fifth year rolled around, they started dating in secret. Enemies around other students, lovers behind closed doors.

When Wally found out, it was revealed that he and Artemis were pretty much in the same boat.

Unfortunately, Mockingbird’s relationship with a Gryffindor couldn’t remain a secret forever. A lot of Slytherin students made fun of her for dating Dick, but she and Artemis wasted no time in putting them back in their place.

Dick didn’t mind their relationship being out in the open; it meant that he could go to Hogsmead with her and been seen with her, instead of constantly hiding it.

Dick was much more openly affectionate than Mockingbird. She usually didn’t know how to react, and was often only affectionate when they were alone.

Of course, they never stopped being sarcastic and getting an attitude with each other. If someone didn’t know they were dating, they’d think Mockingbird and Dick still hated each other.

Unlike most relationships that start at their age, they never broke up. Even after Mockingbird graduated a year before him, their relationship never weakened.

Later in life, after marrying and starting a family, Dick and Mockingbird both went back to Hogwarts as teachers up until retirement. Their legacies were a permanent part of Hogwarts’ history, never forgotten even after the end of their days.

#young justice x reader #young justice #young justice headcannons #mockingbird #young justice x reader headcannons #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson headcannons #dick grayson x reader headcannons #harry potter #harry potter AU #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing headcannons #nightwing x reader headcannons

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birdy-bat-writes · 4 years

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Out of all the batboys who do you think would be your best friend?

I feel like would get along with all of them really well, but probably Tim or Duke the most because I love nerding out with my friends and I feel like I share Tim’s attitude a bit. I like to be independent and get stuff done. I’m also a total mom-friend :D Duke because he likes Star Wars and movie references so I feel like he and we would have much to talk about. My bet’s on Tim though. He’s smart, supportive, fun, occasionally sarcastic, caring and still just a fun guy.

On the other hand… I’ve had a major crush on every Robin at least 3x per month. Dick Grayson was my first actual comic book crush and it was mainly because of Teen Titans and Young Justice. I feel like the leadership mentality would be something I could probably bond with him over and he’s a funny guy. He’s someone who’s be easy to get along with too. I liked that he was a layered character and I love his charm. He’d be fun to hang out with and so would Jason. I would totally be down to late night convos and deep talks with Jason and then goofy jokes and stupid humor the next morning. I’d love to have long conversations with him about books. With best friends, I can go from 0 to a 100 real quick. We could be talking about hula hoops one second and then talk about the impact of the school system on children’s brain development the next. Its a combination of deep stuff, feelings and random goofy stuff and weird theories about fictional universes. Its also worth noting that most of the time if you walked in on a conversation with me and a close friend, you’d be confused because we rarely if ever make sense for more than two sentences. Lol. I really like this request.

Ahhh I can imagine trips to the ice rink in the winter with Tim and video games in the screening room of the manor. Can you imagine the pool parties?! They’d all be flipping of the diving board and showing off haha. Tim would have to drive me everywhere because your girl here cannot drive well at all. I hate the highway. Ooh trips to the movies, I would happily drag him to watch murder mysteries and he’d probably solve them before the first 20 minutes pass. Bff selfies!! Ooh watch me steal Steph from him and take her out on shopping dates. I’d totally help them both shop for presents for each other. Gosh darn itt, now I want to befriend fictional characters.

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boyy-wonder-grayson · 4 years

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Winter's Weather// Dick Grayson AU!

Chapter 1

Warnings: nothing really

A/n: this is the first chapter in the series, I'm really excited about this so hopefully however read this will be as excited as I am of putting this out. This is more like an introduction of the story, feedback is always appreciated and sorry for any mistakes!

Snowed covered roads surrounded the small town of Mystic, Connecticut. Winter has just arrived and overnight the snow covered every possible surface. The sides of the roads were covered under mountains of white, the rivers were frozen and they were now used as skating rinks. The sun was barely visible under a layer of dark clouds. Everything in town screamed winter and Y/n could not be happier. She hummed along the song on the radio, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel as she moved through the icy roads carefully. It's been years since she's been here and she forgot how difficult it was to drive in the snow.

She looked around taking in how much the city had changed, but apparently the people were still the same. The old bar, The Hood, that she used to frequent with her sister was still there. Mrs. O'Riley's bakery was hustling and bustling with costumer's waiting outside, just like she remembered.

She sighed still looking around trying to find familiar faces amongst the citizens. She saw some of her old teachers, and schoolmates. What she loved about that town was that people were not to be stopped by the cold weather. She turned on the street that was so familiar to her; the street that would lead her to her new home for the next few months, or maybe years who knows. The stores and the houses slowly got behind as she entered the wooded part of the city, at the end of the road it was her father's cabin. She smiled when she found the old house still intact. That cabin was built by her grandfather near the 50's, and was still as beautiful as ever. When her father died she found out that he had left her the cabin to her. It's been at least five years since she came back so the state of the house must not be the best one.

She wrapped her scarf around her neck and walked out of the car. She looked around seeing that the snow was covering some of the windows, that would be a job for later she thought. She entered the house and used the flashlight on her phone to found the light switch. She tried to turn it on but nothing happened. The cabin usually work with generators so the one at the back was probably busted. She groaned when she bumped into a solid object. She took a look around the whole house, looking room for room trying to find if there was something wrong with the house,but luckily everything seemed to be in a pretty good shape given that no one had been there for years.

She walked back to the living room only to bump into someone else. She screamed loudly, trying to get away from whoever that person was.

It was a tall man. She scurried away trying not to focus the flashlight of her phone into the strangers face.

"Could you put that down, please?" A deep voice asked. He sounded annoyed. "And while you're at it quit with the screaming, I think the whole town heard you."

Y/n scoffed. She was still scared about the strange man inside her house,but his attitude made her almost rolled her eyes. "Well excuse me for not expecting a stranger to walk into my house in the middle of the day" she replied in a sarcastic manner.

The man, which had a light in his hand too, looked at her up and down before scoffing "and you expect to believe that? No one's been here in years, and all of a sudden it's your house? Better leave before I call the cops" he said coldly. Y/n could not believe the audacity of this person. Who the hell was he to tell her what to do?

"Listen buddy,I don't know who do you think you are, but this is my house. My father left it for me, so ergo it's my house now. So why don't you leave before I call the cops on you for entering on private property" she retorted.

"You're Howard's kid? No way" he said pointing the flashlight at her which resulted in her covering her eyes.

"Yeah, what about it? Did you expect someone else?" The girl asked with a frown.

"Yes" he said and turned the flashlight off walking away living the girl alone in the dark. She was confused at first but followed the guy outside.

"Hey. I said hey!"

The guy stopped walking and turned around waiting for her to speak.

When the girl saw him in the light of day, she couldn't help but think how attractive this mysterious man was. In all her years she had never seen him around. Her brown hair was long, like he hasn't cut it in months. Her brown eyes matched his tan skin, that made her think that he was not from here. Not one that attractive could be from Mystic. His prominent cheekbones were covered with a rose tint because of the cold, and so was his nose. His plump lips were a little chapped but nevertheless attractive. He was wearing a henley shirt underneath a dark coat. Not really suitable for the cold weather,but she was grateful that he wore that that day. She cleared her throat realising that she was staring at him. And she took her time. After all, a fine specimen like that must be inspected with precision.

"Who are you? And what were you doing in my dad's cabin?" She asked after a while.

The man looked at her intently making her almost uncomfortable. "I'm the one who's been taking care of the property. You father asked me to keep it running, from his kids that was probably going to come back soon. That was five years ago."

"Oh" she said not knowing how to answer "um, well thanks then. I got it from here" she said lowering her voice.

"I'm sure you do" he said with a dry chuckle turning around and leaving her with her mouth hung open.

"What a dick" she muttered under her breath.

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x you #titans imagines #netflixs titans #dc #dcu #au #fanfic

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flying-nightwing · 4 years

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Decorum (1/3)

Oh hey! With the recent marvel abominations (read: endg*me) I have turned to DC for some comfort and I was not disappointed. So here’s my first attempt at writing something of the DC universe. So uh, enjoy the fruit of my procrastination. Pls like, reblog, comment, lemme know what you think.

Part 2

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader, eventually Jason Todd x Reader

Number of words: 2569

Warnings: lots of angst, arranged marriage, rich people lol, few swear words, mentions of cheating.

Summary: Being married to Dick Grayson is not as glamorous as everyone else in Gotham would think, especially since you both hate each other. But unbeknownst to him, his absence does have consequences.

The limo was silent. It always was, aside from the casual buzzing of Dick’s cell phone every three minutes or so. It was always the same story, you’d get ready in silence, in your seperate rooms, then meet in the vehicule already. The ride would be quiet, devoid of eye contact, or god forbid, remarks on the other’s effort on their evening attire. Yours was always the best, thought forward and flawless. Dick’s was pretty much the same every time, with the exception of a minor variant not to be caught dead in the same outfit twice.

Imagine the blow to the Wayne’s reputation if he did.

Then, you would pull out the smiles for the cameras the split second before the limo door opened. He would get out first and offer you his arm, beaming like he actually liked you. You would walk the red carpet at his arms, as if he allowed them outside of the public eye. You would mingle with the high society of Gotham and rave about how great was the fundraising, and how great was Bruce Wayne. How great was the company going with your father’s investments, and just how great life was with your husband. The women would tell you all about how your couple was such a match in heaven, but the jealousy behind their eyes would be a little too obvious. After all, you did secure Dick Grayson as your husband. The Boy Wonder, the Golden Boy, Gotham’s favourite son.

Yeah, isn’t life great.

And at the end of the night, after empty-smiling so much it hurt, you would climb back into the limo, take your seat as far as each other as possible, and return to your normal routine of avoiding each other. You knew he blamed you for forcing this union on you, even though you were the only one to voice your disagreement on it. Wayne Industries had suffered a blow after a prolonged absence from Bruce--one of them, anyway--and your father had so generously offered to help with the bailout. It came to a condition, however, one that would cost both you and Dick your freedom. But isn’t it just was the high society does, what they’ve always done? Personal feelings don’t matter, only money and reputation do. And Bruce, well, Bruce really needed that bailout for some reason. You were surprised, usually he had a tendency not to ask for help and do it himself.

There must have been some interest he had to protect at all cost.

You found out what put him against a wall a year later, at the same time you discovered that not all of Dick’s night escapades were dedicated to seeing Barbara. You had understood soon enough after your marriage that Dick would always be Dick, and set an accord with him that as long as his affair didn’t reach the public, you would turn a blind eye to it. But the bruises and haunting look in his eyes--whenever you could catch them--told an alternative narrative. You weren’t dumb, you put two and two together, with him and Bruce’s similar disappearing patterns. All this time spent in silence left a lot of space to observe, and observe you did.

And your theory was that he knew the second you discovered. The shift in both of your attitudes was unspoken, as everything else was, but it was there, visibly and prominent. At first he would send you questioning glances when he thought you weren’t paying attention, as he was trying to figure out why you hadn’t lashed out, or as to when exactly you would sell him out to the police. Then, he stopped sneaking back in at the early hours of the morning, him and Bruce even sometimes discussed vigilante matters with you at ear range. Hushered, but not hidden. He even let you tend to his wounds that one time, no question asked from either of you. It was the closest you got to him before he shut you out again.

“What did I do this time?”

His sighing voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and your eyes trailed from the window to him. You were back in the limo after the gala, and oh, he had spoken. Unusual thing for him to do, but his accusatory tone was anything but. You met his eyes half a second, then went back to looking outside. You couldn’t see anything in the darkness, but it was better than looking at him.

“You weren’t subtle” You hummed, and you felt the shift in his attitude. He knew as well as you did what you were talking about. “I can take a lot of shit you do, but I won’t let you publicly humiliate me”

“Come on” He scoffed dismissively. “It’s not like I went over there and made out with her”

“Those people are vultures” Your tone turned harsh as you looked back at him. “You’re lucky nobody noticed you straight up ogling at Barbara this time, or the scandal would already be out”

“Ah, yes. Your precious reputation” He rolled his eyes. “God forbid anyone taint it”

“Not just mine, but yours and Bruce as well” You raised your chin in defiance. You didn’t care if you were being an asshole to him, you weren’t the one acting like one in the relationship, if there was any. “Remember that if I leave, I leave with the money”

“Aren’t you tired of making that threat every times?” He asked sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. “You could at least come up with a new one”

“I could, it’s not for the lack of source material” You mused, and he tensed. “But I won’t. And you know why?”

He didn’t answer as the car came to a halt.

“Because I think of myself as a decent person, and despite how you’re behaving toward me, I will never stoop so low as to attack your dignity” You spoke firmly, quickly. You barely noticed Dick recoiling in his seat; never you had been so direct, so dry with him. You pushed the door open, and paused. “You better start managing yourself, because I’m done trying”

With that, you slammed the door and left him stunned in the car.

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“Mr. Grayson could not join us tonight?”

You turned around and smiled at Mr. Fowley, one of the generous donator to the Wayne foundation. They always asked about him, and you got pretty good at coming up with different excuses every time to justify his absence.

“Unfortunately, he and Mr. Wayne had to attend to a very important board meeting regarding the passing down of Wayne Industries assets when the time comes” You answered easily. It had become a second nature to you to cover for him ever since you said I do. “He was very sorry not to be able to attend”

He wasn’t.

“That’s unfortunate indeed” He sighed. “I wished to give him my gratitude for solving the mystery of my lost paintings”

Dick had solved the disappearance of one of the most impressive private collections of original Monets in North America. And obviously, it only made him more popular. But you had to give it to him, he was a fantastic detective with a flair for finding what others couldn’t.

“Then I will make sure to pass your praises along to him when I see him later” You nodded. “Thank you for being here tonight, Mr.Fowley. I hope you enjoy the night”

He had been the fourth guest to ask you about Dick. At the beginning of your marriage, it made you incredibly angry, but now you just accepted it, what else could you do? He would never be a presence you could count on, and you learned to deal with it. So when the gala ended, you were once again left to close the place alone. The cleaning crew would take care of the bigger mess tomorrow, but you were still responsible of the keys.

It seemed like forever until you reached the garage. Your car was the last one, obviously, since you decided to drive yourself. It had been your wedding gift from Bruce, a one in the world car that made head turns wherever you went. And after that almost fiasco, you needed to do some damage control and remind the high people of Gotham of the status quo. You truly ever rode the limo if Dick was there, anyway. You climbed in and started the engine, leaving the place tired and slightly annoyed.

However, halfway home, your engine decided to turn off, making you pull over on the side of the road. The car slowly rolled to a stop, seemingly having shut down completely. Not even your headlights responded, and it made you worried. No smoke was coming out of the hood, no strange odour reached your nose either. With a huff and your annoyance growing, you waited fifteen minutes and tried again to start the car.

Nothing.

You looked outside, seeing nothing around in the darkness. You tried to call for a taxi, but none of them were any close to your area. Or it would have taken at least two hours, as the lady on the other end of the phone so kindly told you so. You were left with one option, and it didn’t make you happy. But you knew nothing about car mechanic, so you did not have a choice. You reached for your phone and stared at it, deliberating if you really needed to call him. But reason got the best of you, so you swiped your phone open, went to your contact list and pressed Dick’s name. It hadn’t rung twice that it sent you straight to the voicemail. He had declined your call. You tried to call again, then again. The fourth time, it rang, and rang, until you reached the voicemail again. He hadn’t declined it this time, he only ignored it. You rubbed the bridge of your nose and sighed at the cold, impersonal robotic voice on the other end.

You have reached the voicemail of: Dick Grayson. Please leave a message after the dial tone.

“Dick, uh, it’s me. My car has broken down on the road 49, about twenty minutes drive from the mansion. I tried a taxi but I’m literally in the middle of nowhere. Could you pick me up? … Call me when you get this”

And you hung up. You waited fifteen minutes, checking your phone more often than you cared to admit. It was getting cold without heating, and he still didn’t call you back. It was too early for patrol, so he wasn’t gone yet. He was probably with Barbara, as usual. He had probably shut down his phone so it wouldn’t disturb them, he was probably pissed at you too.

Asshole.

You got annoyed, so you changed strategy and called someone else. If Dick wasn’t going to answer the god damn phone, a different Wayne would. You scrolled down your contacts and found Jason’s name. You didn’t hesitate as you launched the call, and he picked up at the third ring.

“Best looking Wayne son on the phone, how can I help you?”

“Jason” You chuckled at his humour. At least someone was having a better night than you. “I was wondering if you could come pick me up. My car broke down in the middle of nowhere and Dick won’t answer his phone”

“Ah, living up to his name once again I see” He hummed. He was also aware of Dick’s second type of night time activity. “I am so sorry, I’m actually out of town taking care of… Something. Isn’t Daddy Dearest around? Or Alfred?”

“Justice League matters” You sighed. “Only Dick can reach him during those meetings. And Alfred’s with Bruce”

“I can try and call someone” He suggested. “I have a few people that owe me favors”

“Thank you Jay, but uh, I think I’ll walk” You nodded to yourself. You knew the road well enough to make your way home. “It’s not that far”

“I do not agree with that but I can’t stop you either--hold on” His voice hitched, followed by a grunt that wasn’t his. It sounded like he was punching a guy, but you didn’t ask. It was Jason doing Jason stuff. You waited patiently, occasionally hearing glass and wood break. Nothing out of the ordinary, if you were honest. It didn’t freak you out anymore. “Listen, I-- oh fucker! I gotta go, but call me when you get home, okay?”

“Will do” You couldn’t help the small smile on your lips. Jason had always been the best, in his own weird way to cheer you up. “Thanks Jason”

“You’re welcome” He huffed. “Be careful”

He ended the call after that, probably off to finish his important business. You shook your head and put on your coat and scarf, grabbing your purse and your keys. You got out, locked the doors and began walking on the side of the deserted road. You picked your phone again and dialed Dick’s number once again, waiting for the inevitable voicemail.

“Dick. It’s me again. Don’t bother coming, I’m walking home. Hope you have fun tonight”

You hung up and shoved the phone in your pocket, along with your hands to warm them up. You walked at a brisk pace, remaining aware of your surroundings at all time. You didn’t live as a Wayne without knowing the basics of self defence, and that became much more clearer as to why once you found out about the vigilante thing. Both Bruce and Jason had made sure you weren’t totally defenceless, despite the fact that you had no affinity for combat like them. You didn’t fit, only your money did.

Perhaps it was why Dick had always disliked you.

But that basic training was enough to make you notice something wasn’t right. Only your footstep on the gravel echoed into the night, but you had that nagging feeling that you weren’t alone. You looked behind your shoulder, but nothing was there still. You kept going, but your hand reached for your phone in your pocket. With your senses focused on your surroundings, your fingers found Dick’s contact, and you waited for the voicemail again.

“Dick, I think I’m being followed. Please call me if you get this”

Then you hung up again. The feeling only grew as your pace quickened, your eyesight now only focused forward. You didn’t have the guts to look behind you. You tried to call a few other time, hanging up before it got to the voicemail. You were terrified, you had to grab Dick’s attention even if he would be pissed at you for blowing up his phone.

“Come on, come on” You muttered to yourself as he still didn’t pick up. Then, the sound of rocks crushing behind you made your heartbeat stop for a second. Someone was definitely following you. You pressed the call button one more time as you started running. Footsteps took after you, and you knew you were done for.

You have reached the voicemail of: Dick Grayson. Please leave a message after the dial tone.

“Someone’s behind me” You said in a hurry as they got closer and closer. “They’re gaining on me and--”

The sound of your phone hitting the ground ended your voicemail.

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iwritethat · 4 years

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Nightwing: Alter Egos

A/N: I would like to apologise for my absence and lack of content, but new year so I’ll try harder. But there’s still CHRISTMAS and Halloween stories I want to post... Better late than never? If you want them that is.

(In this Nightwing and (Y/n) don’t know about one another’s vigilante life. Yet.)

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Usually, none of the team got a large amount of personal time with villains constantly threatening to end the world on a daily basis, but during rare periods of relaxation you spent the majority of your time with Dick Grayson - who happened to be one of your closest friends.

Obviously you couldn't tell him about being (s/h/n) because of the unspoken 'secret identity' rule despite how much you wanted to, however this arrangement did have it's advantages such as being able to keep your personal and hero lives separate.

"Hey (y/n)?" Rang through your mind and you noticed a hand waving in front of your face bringing you back to reality.

You were out shopping with Dick for your friends' Christmas presents, specifically for Wally who remained a mutual friend.

"You just completely zoned out on me." Dick laughed, seeing your confused expression.

"Did I? Sorry, I was thinking." You apologised, pushing his hand away with a smile.

"I guessed - are you gonna tell me what about, a big time crush maybe or some deep dark secret?" Grayson continued, tone filled with fake wonderment.

"Maybe, you tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." Was your upbeat response, implying that you were playing around.

"Deal - I'm Nightwing." Dick happily grinned, though his careless nature lead you to doubt him.

"Oh really?"

"No of course not (y/n), there's no way I'd have the time and I like my beauty sleep." Your friend assured you, maybe part of you was hoping he wasn't joking.

"That's a shame." You responded, tone still carrying some happiness as you continued looking through the stores' merchandise.

"How so?" Curiousity had got the better of Dick and he wanted to know what you had to say about him - uh Nightwing.

"Okay, well Nightwing is pretty cool, he has that cocky attitude that's quite attractive sometimes, being a vigilante is always a bonus and he must be good looking - from what I can tell. And his body! It's so amazing, he is just - umm I think I'm going too far?" You dragged yourself out of your lecture on Nightwing's alluring attributes once glancing over to Dick who seemed bemused with a raised brow.

"Oh no, please continue." Dick commented, undeniably enthralled and flattered but he couldn't understand the sinking feeling in stomach, you were saying these things about him yet to you, Nightwing was a completely different person.

"He's my favourite hero - that's all, possibly a tiny crush but it's unrealistic and I haven't even met the guy so I'm not going to fall head over heels in love with him. So don't look at me like that." You justified, true you weren't in love with the hero and you assumed your need to prove that to Dick Grayson was probably because you secretly liked him. Ah so many secrets.

"I get it (y/n), I personally think (s/h/n) is quite hot and a beautiful fighter." Dick responded wistfully, you couldn't help but blush even it was your alter ego he was talking about. It was times such as these you wished to tell him.

"Like you say, I haven't met her so she could be crazy for all I know. How about this for Wally?" Dick questioned, holding up a Flash Sweatshirt.

"No, he already has one." You reminisced, though you didn't forget his previous comment whilst he gazed at you skeptically leading you to defend your answer.

"Trust me he does, I bet we can find something else - if not you can just buy him food. And you're right, Nightwing could be a fuckboy." You stated nonchalantly, Dick however had to do a double take before following you out of the store desperately reminding you of your previous compliments of the hero much to your amusement.

~Time Skip~

The small Christmas gathering held at the Cave was quite exciting, though it was last minute so most were still dressed in their uniforms. Wally and Artemis even made an appearance which was unexpected but you were thankful, it had been a while since they'd left the team and admittedly it was quiet without them - even with the new recruits.

Wally knew about both yours and Nightwing's secret identities - being friends with both of you outside of heroing, but only found out who you were by accident. Honestly, he couldn't understand why Dick and yourself hadn't told each other but he'd promised to keep your secrets anyway because it wasn't his place to reveal such things - there were alternate ways to do so.

"You can see why someone would call you a fuckboy though right? The charm, the flirting, dating quite a few girls..." You half heartedly continued, responding to Nightwing's rambling of how his 'friend' outright insulted him.

"Yeah but (s/h/n) I really like this one. A lot, to the point where I don't even understand it. They're just everything I could ever want, I love everything that they do. I don't particularly want them to see me like that." Realisation hit the young hero, you on the other hand were watching on in disbelief but also with a look of sympathy.

You and Nightwing were close, so you got to know him well and you'd often talk to each other but this was new. Nightwing seemed lost in this person unlike any others you'd seen him with, even more so than with Zatana.

You smirked, ignoring the sudden breeze beside you and enlightened Nightwing with your wonderful advice.

"Wow aren't you love struck? It's horrible, I never thought I'd see the day, you should tell 'em what you just told me -"

"Sorry to interrupt guys but..." Wally intervened, pointing upwards towards the mistletoe dangling above your heads. Darn it.

"No no no. See, I've been avoiding that all evening, there wasn't any there earlier so how -" You argued before your eyes fell onto a smug Wally, too bad Kid Flash didn't forget how to use his super speed.

"One kiss?" Ex-boy wonder urged, since he knew neither of you would escape Wally's 'plan'.

Evidently, it was going to happen and kissing your superhero crush was a dream come true you supposed, so you went along with it. You placed one hand on his cheek/jaw and guided him to your lips and his held your waist loosely. Neither of you increased the intimacy, it only lasted 3 seconds maximum once you pulled away.

Wally held an expression of disappointment as that was not his desired outcome, the kiss you had just shared with his best friend was supposed to mean something. It was meant to be intimate and loving, you were supposed to tell/realise your feelings for each other - but nooo you're both just continuing your conversation like it never happened once you'd removed yourselves from the mistletoe. Wally threw his head back and sighed in frustration, he returned to Artemis who smirked at her boyfriend's antics.

"Nice try babe."

"Why did you pull away so fast?" Nightwing asked once you'd escaped the evil foliage.

"Same reason as you - I like someone else." You answered honestly, if Nightwing is willing to come to you with his relationship problems then you can get advice from him.

"Elaborate."

"I made the stupid - and clićhe - mistake of falling in love with my best friend." You proclaimed simply, rolling your eyes at your own idiocy.

"Hm, lucky guy." Nightwing's voice rang with cheerfulness once again.

"You would think, but I'm pretty sure my alter ego is friend zoned." Your tone upbeat and sarcastic causing you both to laugh.

~Time Skip~

You knocked on the door to the Manor, Bruce was invited to a gala for the New Year's celebration but the others decided to stay at the Manor which is where you were heading after Dick had asked if you were free.

It was late and New Years was approaching, wonderful at least at a party you may have the opportunity to kiss someone for good luck but you didn't mind missing out for your friends. Luck be damned.

"Miss (Y/n) I believe you left your scarf here from your previous visit, it is in Master Dick's room if you wish to collect it." Alfred greeted as you walked into the warmth the Manor provided.

"Sure, thanks Alfred." You nodded, going through to find Dick to ask for permission to enter his bedroom.

"Hey, can I grab my scarf from your room?" You called, politeness evident though you had given up your search since the Manor was huge.

"Sure (y/n)!" Dick responded from wherever he was, he understood and wouldn’t have minded if you didn’t ask but still.

Upon hearing his approval you made your way up the stairs and followed the route you knew by heart, calmly you opened his door and went to find your scarf. That's when you saw it, a Nightwing uniform strew across the bedroom floor, a string of curse words left your mouth after you got over your initial shock. Either Dick was Nightwing or an avid cosplayer, and if it was the latter why hadn’t he invited you?!

Cautiously, you began to piece together various situations in your head - as far as you knew no one else had insulted Nightwing via calling him a 'fuckboy' and did you really tell your best friend that you thought he had an amazing body that one time? Yes. Yes you did.

Taking a deep breath, you raced down stairs of the Manor focused on finding your friend despite the recent discoveries that were nagging at the back of your mind. Now most things made sense, if Dick was Nightwing then you were hoping that the 'friend' he was talking about was you - since you were the one who dared rip into his alter ego, though only in a friendly way.

Still you continued your search and luckily ran into him - literally. Arms were around your waist in an instant whilst you were mentally cursing yourself, you'd hoped it'd be smoother than this but you were willing to work with what you had considering the mini countdown ticking down to zero in your head - it was midnight!

"(Y/n) what are y-"

Instantaneously, you cut 'Nightwing' - Dick Grayson off by crashing your lips into his, unlike last time Dick was much more willing to reciprocate for you. Being lip locked with you meant so much to him and personally he wanted to make it last even if it was just for his own pleasure but was determined to make sure it was for yours as well.

Dick had eliminated all distance between you, his body was pressed against yours with his hands roaming your body and his lips moving against yours causing you to release a bearly audible moan. Though Dick heard it, of course he did, that's what he has been trying to earn from you the entire time - it meant he was making you feel good which was all he really wanted.

So when you felt him smile into the kiss after your small lapse of control you weren't surprised, painfully slowly you pulled away to leave a slight space between your lips'.

"Am I doing something wrong?" Dick inquired, his tone almost a soft whisper but carried a hint of disappointment that he'd tried to disguise.

"No, it’s amazing. You're amazing." You assured before he closed the gap again being more slow and gentle this time, deriving further pleasure for the both of you.

"That was nice... And Happy New Year fuckboy."

"Mmm, (y/n) - say what?!" Dick started, almost dreamily until your words had registered.

"I found this little thing - a uniform to be precise - on your floor." You replied, smirking slightly.

"(Y/n) I can explain just- just come with me." Dick pleaded, frustrated with himself for not putting it away in his rush to get ready. Quickly he guided you to the lounge, silently asking you to take a seat before he paced for a short time seemingly distressed. You faced your best friend expectantly, he had an explanation but where to start was a mystery.

"I wanted to tell you - I would have but with Batman and the team and I couldn't. It kept you safer too, (y/n) please I know you must be angry -" Dick began, rubbing the back of neck sheepishly.

"No I'm not angry, I completely understand." You cheerfully replied, your expression showing contentment.

"I'm so sorry (y/n) - what?" Dick looked at you completely puzzled, speechless, dumbfounded - he wasn't expecting this at all.

"That... was uh... easier than I thought?" The male concluded, still spectacle of your behaviour so much so he began to question reality.

"Yup, but just so we're even... Promise you won't freak out?" You requested politely, hoping he would react the way you did.

"I think I can do that." He nodded.

"I'm (s/h/n)." You blurted out, but you didn't get the desired response, instead you received a questioning look that implied he did not believe you.

"Trust me, you kissed me under the mistletoe at Mount Justice, the mission with the Ice villains, oh - when Bart crashed into our timeline. I also remember you talking about how love struck you were because of your friend." The final aspect of your explanation elicited a response from the one opposite you, he was blushing.

"You remembered that." Dick asked though it was more of a statement.

"I did."

"Well uh that friend - it was you (y/n), I don't understand or really know how to explain my feelings. You are everything I could ever want and I love everything you do. Shit (y/n) - I just really want to be good enough for you." Dick repeated the words he'd said to (s/h/n), or you as he'd just recently discovered, with sincerity.

"That's a relief because you're that best friend I told you about - I fell for you too." You replied sheepishly, getting to your feet.

You had no idea how happy that made him, he was in front of you in an instant placing yet another kiss on your lips.

"You give good advice (s/h/n) - and I recall you saying something about Nightwing having an amazing body." Grayson was smirking, cockiness practically radiating off of him knowing he had you cornered.

"You remembered that."

"I did." Grayson sang rather smugly, this beginning a new year with a new adventure.

...

"Oh I need to get my scarf, do you want to come with me?" You suggested, successfully changing the subject.

"Where is it (y/n)?" Dick inquired, more than willing to help you find it despite losing his moment.

"In your bedroom..."

#dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #dc #dc imagine

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mrkanman · 4 years

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you FOOL. you activated my special interest trap card

i read the whole thing and. oh my god. o h m y god. I WAS SO WRONG ABOUT EVERYTHING. LOOK AT ALL THESE BATKIDS. I LOVE ‘EM AND HAVE *NO* IDEA WHAT’S GOING ON IN THESE COMICS. - kanny

i’m finally home from work let’s DO THIS

Jason Todd: He died and came back and became Red Hood, and is regarded as “the badass Robin”. He was actually the second one! Batman was mopey and lonely bc Robin #1 (Dick Grayson) decided to leave for college and also become Nightwing. Then he found this scrappy little street kid stealing the tires off the Batmobile. Then he found out the scrappy little street kid didn’t have parents. His Son Now.

Tim Drake: Third Robin. You were referencing Tim in Batman the Animated Series. B:TAS Robin… is Jason Todd. He’s Jason Todd. Matching up to the comics, BTAS Tim and Jason both have a criminal father and are known for being a sarcastic little shit and they have HORRIBLE fates at the Joker’s hands. The animated series just called him Tim for marketing reasons. It’s weird. Comics Tim is known as “the smart one” and out of the Robins he’s the best with technology and he’s a HUGE DORK. Comics Tim saw Batman being angsty after Jason died, and Tim basically hired himself as Robin to balance Batman out.

Dick Grayson: First Robin! He was an acrobat in a circus, his parents got killed and Bruce was like “Oh shit an orphan. Just like me. I gotta adopt him”. Eventually becomes Nightwing. Probably the Robin who’s best at teamwork.

SIDE NOTE: Teen Titans cartoon Robin is an amalgam of Dick, Jason, and Tim. Sort of an “every-Robin”. A convenient way to divide him up is “Dick’s identity/backstory, Jason’s attitude, and Tim’s skillset,” but really every Robin has layers like an onion and different fans will recognize different aspects.

Barbara Gordon: Batgirl! She got shot by Joker and her lower body was paralyzed, so she became the hacker hero Oracle. Bruce Timm seems convinced that she and Batman were a romantic item and… gross. No. No one wants that.

Damian Wayne: Bruce’s bio-son who Bruce didn’t know existed for like 12 years. Was raised with assassins. Underwent a lot of character development, still a little shit but much less murdery. I think he’d be in Injustice? I don’t like thinking about Injustice, they did my main man Clark dirty. Fifth Robin. ADDITIONS

Stephanie Brown: Has had her own hero identity Spoiler, has been the fourth Robin (for a very short period, but SHE MATTERED FUCK YOU DAN DIDIO) (Tim was Robin, had to quit for complicated reasons and Stephanie replaced him, then Stephanie died temporarily and Tim was back to Robin) and was the third Batgirl. She’s spunky.

Cassandra Cain: Second Batgirl. Has a black bodysuit that covers her entirely and has stitches over the mouth, it looks so cool. Her asshole dad raised her to be the perfect assassin, an upbringing that also left her with a loooot of difficulty processing words. After she killed her first target, she decided killing sucks and she never wants to do it ever, and fucked off to live with Batman.

Current comics like to pretend Stephanie and Cass never existed >:(

#submission #save #onceuponymous #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA JASON

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bluboothalassophile · 5 years

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Bonds & Falling

Here’s the thing to know about Dick Grayson: He knew what falling in love felt like. He knew the passions and safety of love, he knew the wild hurricane which sucked one’s soul out and meshed itself with another’s soul. He knew how it felt to hand his heart, lock and key, to another and trust them to not shatter it. He had felt that all-encompassing love, dragging him under the surface, and it was fierce, alive, endless, boundless, unyielding, it was demanding, it was vital, alive, it was like the ocean dancing with the moon; every subtle and constant.

But it wasn’t HIM who was in love!

Not even he who was falling in love! Dick was in love, with Barbara Gordon, he had been for years, it was a constant. This stirring… it had taken him a while to lock it down, to pin it down, to realize to whom it belonged to, because he frequently forgot about this bond.

Raven was falling in love, head over heels in love, and looking at her he could see how no one would see it. His ever-apathetic demon friend was forever indifferent to the attentions of the male portion of the population. Though this could be because of her dismal dating life, he knew that the dating scene for Raven had been on some pretty terrible dates; at least that was the rumors he had from Donna and Kori.

And Dick had compiled a list of guys he knew Rave wasn’t in love with; mostly because with that empathy link between them he could feel when she was happy, sad and calm, and he had taken a while to pin down the emotion of love but he knew when she was with whoever it was. Dick didn’t know who she was in love with, but he knew who she wasn’t in love with; and that was pretty much everyone in the JL, Titans, Young Justice, and college associates (he had kind of stalked her at school just to check and he had felt nothing).

Now he sat in the Batcave glaring at the screen before him as he eliminated the obvious candidates.

“Yo Dickhead, have you seen Timbo?” Jason’s voice called out rousing Dick out of his focus as he looked over at his younger brother dismounting his motorcycle.

“Hey Jay! Maybe you could help me out!” Dick grinned as he got up and physically dragged his larger baby brother to the Batcomputer, before shoving him in the chair. “Sit there!”

“I’m not into kinky incestuous office sex Dickie!” Jason stated.

“Oh shut up and help me out!”

“Gollie, normally a guy would buy me dinner and schmooze me rather than giving me the shaft immediately,” Jason said dryly. His voice was venomously dripping with sarcasm but Dick didn’t care.

“I have a serious investigation going on here, little wing, focus!” Dick snapped.

“More serious than my child smuggling operation?”

“Well… maybe,” Dick said. “Rae’s in love.”

“Rae?”

“My friend Raven, from the Titans.”

“Okay… so?” Jason asked.

“Well, I’m trying to figure out with who!” Dick stated. “She gets all happy and safe whenever she’s with this person and I cannot figure out who she’s with!” Dick said.

“You’re on your own, Dickhead, I have work,” Jason said pushing himself up. Dick shoved him back into the chair, sending it rolling.

“Well, I wanted to ask you, cause you and she have a lot of similar natures, if you were in a secret relationship how would you hide it!?” Dick demanded.

“Dude!”

“What!? It’s not like you are, I mean, that’d require you to be selfless and in a committed relationship, also to stop ogling Supergirl and Power Girl, not to mention you’d have to stop meeting up with Rose at that dive for pool,” Dick said.

“I will have you know that Rose is very good at the corner pocket shot,” Jason defended. “Dick, did you ever think that maybe, it wasn’t any of your business?”

“I just… Rae’s family and she was there for me at a point in my life when I didn’t have anyone,” Dick said.

Jason gave him a bland look, unimpressed too, and Dick sighed.

“Forget it, I don’t expect you to get what it’s like to be in love or to put someone before yourself.”

His little brother had a dangerous flash of emotions in his eyes which pulsed brilliant green before he pushed himself up to his full height then.

“You’re right Dick, how could I possibly know how to love someone, everyone I have ever loved has betrayed me or killed me,” Jason said dryly. “And you know what, if I were Raven, I wouldn’t tell you because it’s not your fucking business. Not everything on this planet revolves around Dick Golden Child Grayson and her private life is for her to share when and if she’s ready!” Jason snapped.

“Well at least she’s not dating you!” Dick grounded out angrily.

“You’re right, you caught your culprit who makes your friend Raven insanely happy and loved, I’m obviously in a secret relationship with her and we don’t tell you because we know you’d disapprove.”

“Victor would never allow you to date his baby sister!” Dick stated.

“You’re right, now I’m leaving and talking to Tim, and only Tim, shove your investigation up your ass Dick!” Jason spat out as he stalked out.

Dick snorted at the mere idea of Raven even dating Jason because Jason was too emotionally volatile to be around the empath. No doubt it would be like living in a hurricane for Raven if she had to deal with Jason. However, that had brought him to another idea which had him grabbing his communicator to contact Victor Stone; a.k.a. Raven’s self-proclaimed older brother.

No way Vic had missed his little sister falling in love, even if Raven hid it well. Dick would get to the bottom of this!

He really just wanted to make sure his friend was safe and truly loved in return for as deeply as her love ran.

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Victor Stone sat in a grungy dive bar in Boston, near his apartment and University, far enough away that he could just hide if he was wearing the image inducer and enjoy a beer alone. But this time he was waiting for Dick to get his ass over here.

Dick had called him yesterday, babbling about Raven being in love and worried about her heart. Vic’s first thought was ‘oh shit! They’ve been ousted!’ his second thought was to see how much his friend had learned.

Raven shared an empathy bond with Dick, Victor knew that, it was a link between their psyches which made them a great team, but not always the best at being open with one another. Raven managed to keep that bond between herself and Dick mostly closed, or dormant. Which had salvaged hers’ and Dick’s friendship, but Raven also suffered from the whiplash of Dick Grayson’s emotions without filters some days. So, theoretically, even with their bond shut, he could guess that the deeper, more powerful emotions slipped through Raven’s defenses to make their bond a two way street. And Victor had no doubts Dick had felt some of the whiplash of Raven falling in love; just looking at his baby sister he knew she was in love; even if she didn’t express it outwardly. It was all in the looks she gave Jason.

But even more important, Victor didn’t need an empathy bond to see that Jason Todd was head over heels, ride or die, to hell and back in love with Raven and nothing was going to change that.

Dick walked into the bar rousing Vic from his private musings as his friend walked over to him.

“Vic!” Dick smiled.

“Hey man!” he got up as he clasped his friend’s hand and pulled him in for a hard hug. “You made it sound pretty urgent on the phone, what’s up?”

“Rae’s in love,” Dick stated.

“You said,” he said as he held up his hand for two beers to the tender.

“Yeah, but with who?” Dick asked.

There was a rush of relief in Victor knowing that his sister and Jason hadn’t been ousted; yet, then an overwhelming sense of dread at the thought of them being uncovered before they were ready.

“I don’t know,” Victor lied. He felt bad about the lie; he did, but he loved Raven far more than he cared about the Bats, and Raven and Jason wanted their relationship private.

“Well, I asked Jay about it, because, you know, they’re both secretive by nature,” Dick shrugged.

“Sure,” Vic nodded. He would be surprised if Jason hadn’t lashed out and sarcastically stated he and Raven were in a relationship; Dick had probably dismissed that out of hand on Jason’s attitude. Victor was very well aware of his sister’s idiotic boyfriend’s abrasive personality.

“I just… do you have any idea who she’s falling in love with?” Dick said.

“Nope,” he answered. Truthfully ‘falling in love’ was a cliché where Jason and Raven were concerned; at least when he saw them together. Falling insinuated a crash landing could happen; but with them he didn’t see it. They were more magnetic, a push and pull; like the ocean and the moon, or water and fire; it was unpredictable and them. They weren’t going to fall apart or break the other’s heart any time soon. “But I think whoever she’s falling for is right under our noses,” he mused.

“I don’t get why she wouldn’t just tell me, or talk to me,” he sighed.

“Cause maybe she knows you won’t approve,” Vic offered.

“Oh come on, I would support her! She’s my best friend; she’s like my little sister.”

“Really? You’d approve?” he asked.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s not like she’s dating Jason or something,” Dick shrugged.

“What makes you think it can’t be Jason or something!?” Victor snapped. He happened to approve of Jason. Jason treated his baby sis like she was a queen, even when they were at each other’s throats Jason went out of his way to make sure she was safe and content. Also, the guy was a complete gentleman with his sister; getting doors and chairs for her, keeping his hand on the small of her back when they walked, and listening to her. Victor approved of Jason being his sister’s boyfriend. Even better, Jason made Raven smile and live a little. Also, Jason would sooner self-castrate himself whilst carving out his heart than cheat on Rae or betray her trust. Victor approved of Jason on many levels, for many reasons, but mainly because Jason respected Raven, as a person, and not as the all-powerful demoness who could tear reality asunder on a whim. Jason loved his little sister, adored the ground she walked upon, and would go to hell and back for her. There was nothing wrong with Raven dating Jason; especially after some of the sleaze she had dated before Jason.

“You’d seriously approve of disrespectful, foul mouth, temperamental Jason dating Raven?” Dick asked skeptically.

“Look, I don’t approve of Rae dating anyone who makes her hurt for the fun of hurting her,” Victor stated. “I had that talk with Gar, he got the message. And when she’s ready for us to know that she’s dating, then she’ll tell us and bring the guy around.” Just cause she ain’t telling you brother doesn’t mean I don’t know, Victor thought dryly. Jason had actually come to his door, cooked him breakfast to ask permission to date Raven after that kiss.

“I just… I want to make sure, you know.”

“You have that empathy bond, you can feel if she’s happy or not,” he shrugged.

“Yeah, but feeling isn’t the same as seeing.”

“I’d leave it until she’s ready to tell you, and I have class, so I’ll see you later.” Victor pulled some money out and left it on the bar before walking out the door.

He’d call and check in to make sure Jason was alright; after that talk with Dick Vic kind of wanted to thump his friend up the back side of the head.

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #one shot #robrae week 2019 #dick grayson #victor stone #jason todd #jayrae #redrae #raex #calm in the storm

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