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Trust
part 9 of DLM
ao3
After the stew was done and Danny got out of the shower they all sat down to eat. They ate in silence for a while neither one of the bats wanting to push Danny into feeling uncomfortable, but Jason had a question he wanted to ask. He probably should have asked earlier, but he’ll blame it on the shock for not thinking of it sooner.
“Hey, Danny?”
“Yeah?” Danny said, setting his spoon down.
“How did you know it was me?”
Danny tilted his head and squinted, “What do you mean?”
Jason gestured with his spoon, off to the side Dick was watching them, his gaze analytical. “I mean, how did you know the guy in a red helmet was me?”
“Oh.” Danny settled and picked up his spoon again, through a mouthful of soup he answered, “It wuz th’ same ectoplasmic signature.”
Jason stared. He glanced at Dick, but he also looked confused.
Across from them Danny paused and glanced between them warily. He stared at Dick for a moment before turning to Jason. “Like I mentioned before, we’ve both been… death touched. And when someone’s been death touched a bit of ectoplasm gets incorporated into their system, the amount of ectoplasm varies depending on the situation. But when ectoplasm binds with a person it develops its own unique chemical signature. You can think of it like DNA. Ghosts and some machines can sense the differences, so when I came across Red Hood, I could sense that it was you.”
“Huh.” Jason said unable to come up with anything else in the face of discovering that he gave of what probably amounted to his own unique radioactive signal.
“And you said some machines can track this?” Dick asked. Jason was thankful that his brother was here because he wasn’t sure if he was up for asking all the necessary questions.
Danny looked hesitant again and looked at jason.
Jason nodded at him and Danny looked a little reassured.
“Yeah. There are a few. That’s how the GIW are tracking me. I don’t think they were around Jason enough to latch onto his ecto-signature so you shouldn’t need to be worried about them tracking you down. Gotham has plenty of low level ghosts so their scanners should be pretty muddled. But that’s also why I should go. My signature is stronger than the shades of Gotham and They know how to track it. I don’t want to give you any more trouble.” Daanny wasn't looking at either of them, instead he was completely focused on stirring his stew.
Jason and Dick glanced at each other.
“Hey, Danny, look at me.” Jason said.
It took a bit, but eventually Danny looked up.”
Jason smiled slightly, “I told you I’d protect you, didn’t I?”
Danny looked away, biting his lip. “I don’t want to put you in danger.”
Jason reached across the table and placed his hand over one of Danny’s. “I’m Red Hood, kid, I can defend myself. And there are plenty of bats in Gotham who would love to help.”
“The GIW are different. They don’t care who they have to hurt to get what they want. They’ll just keep bringing in more agents until they get me.”
“Well then we’ll bring in the Justice League.” Jason said, Bruce would be okay with it if Jason told him it was to protect a kid.
“I don’t want you to get caught in the crossfire. I won’t let you get hurt.” Danny said, shaking his head.
Jason glanced over at his brother. Dick was always better with the emotional talk.
“We’re vigilantes Danny. We’ve been trained in defending ourselves and others.” Dick said.
“And they wouldn’t be able to take us down without causing people to go after them for attacking vigilantes.” Jason added.
Danny shook his head harder, he was staring at the table, his eyes slightly glossy. “They won’t care, they'll lie and say you were defending dangerous creatures, that you were being manipulated by evil ghosts.” Danny laughed bitterly. “Or they’ll claim you’re also contaminated and capture or exterminate you. They’ll do anything to get what they want.”
There was more to this, Jason knew. Something bad had happened to the kid, apart from the obvious scar, but now wasn’t the time to push for information. Right now, they needed to convince Danny to stay with them, to let them protect him.
Jason got up, walked around the table and crouched by Danny’s chair. “Kid, look at me.” Jason said gently. He waited till Danny did before continuing. “I know you’re scared,” Danny opened his mouth and Jason continued before he could argue, “and I know you’re worried about us getting hurt. But this is what we do. We fight to protect people. And there are a lot of powerful people on our side. And I’m sorry we haven’t been there for you before, I’m sorry we didn’t get to you in time in the past, but we’re here now. Together we can take down the GIW. Let us help you.”
Danny’s eyes started watering, and Jason reached up to give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
Then Jason was falling back as the kid launched himself at him. Jason held Danny as he started to sob. “I’ve got you, kid. I’ve got you.”
“Thank you.” Danny whispered as he cried. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
#jason todd#dick gayson#Jason and dick are good brothers#Danny fenton#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc au#danny phantom#batman
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also dick grayson has a lovely therapist. she's lovely. they discuss types of tea and baked goods between dick trauma dumping. she validates how he's always been an older sibling to everyone, a parent to everyone, though he never got much fatherly bonding from bruce. and then she sets him a bit of homework to say "no, i need a break" to at least one person that week.
#dick grayson#haha dick GAYSON#dick gayson#batfam#batfam hcs#dick grayson needs and deserves therapy#dc#batkids
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Winter Quarters is one of my all time favorite fics! You do an amazing job of building a believable characterization for both Clint and Dick. I was just wondering if you still had any plans of continuing the story? Your writing is so good and I read everything you put out, but Winter Quarters holds a special place in my heart and lives rent free in my brain always.
Aaahhh! Thank you so much, nony!
Yes! I swear I do still plan to write part 2 of the Clint/Dick Rarepair 'verse! Honestly, this fic holds a special place in my heart, too, and I am NOT done with these two circus boyz! Here's the situation: I have significantly less time for writing than I used to because of home and work obligations, so there's that. I also am a very slow writer (which I'm sure you've noticed). Currently, I am writing an auction fic and that has to be done by the end of the year (pretty sure I'll hit that deadline), but of course, it was going to be 5K and now it's ballooned to over 12K and I expect it will be many more (sigh). BUT, when I'm done with that, my plan is to turn back to WQ and work on the next part. So...be patient with me? In the meantime, here's a silly little snippet I've got drafted:
“What’s your position on pets?” Dick asks Bruce the next morning over breakfast. He asks while Alfred’s in the room, figuring that although it’s Bruce’s house so it’s Bruce’s decision, that’s theoretical at best. What really matters is what Alfred thinks about it.
“Hn,” Bruce says, not glancing up from the newspaper.
“Did you have something in mind, Master Richard?” Alfred asks as he pours juice for Dick.
“I was thinking about maybe a cat.”
“Hn,” Bruce says again.
“I mean, a dog would be great, but we have such crazy schedules, a cat seems more realistic. Plus, they’re nocturnal, like we are.”
“What’s the cat’s name?” Bruce asks him, still not looking up from the newspaper.
Without thinking, Dick answers him truthfully. “Tiger.” As soon as it’s out of his mouth, he realizes his mistake.
The full focus of Bruce’s attention is on him—has been the whole time, Dick belatedly realizes. “Dick,” he says slowly, “would your friend Clint’s cat by any chance be in your bedroom?”
Thanks, nony, for your interest. Honestly, readers have been so gracious with their interest in this strange crossover rarepair fic and hearing from you really energizes me to keep writing! xoxo
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Damian : you know I'm a Gayson.
Steph finding cute: yes yes you're.
Dick in almost tears :
Tim : what?
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Dick : it's quite cute that Damian Sometimes can't spell "r"
Jason who lived with Damian like always : what?
Dick : he can't spell r
Jason : he can spell it with no trouble since he was five :/
Dick :
Jason : you think he called Ra's,Grampa Aa's?
Dick : wait..
Dick : oh.
Tim: now you get the gayson? And im the one bad at jokes.
#tim drake#damian Wayne#damian wayne#jason peter todd#jason todd#jajay#Dick grayson#damian a grayson? yea#damian a gayson? yea#batfamily#damian al ghul#damian grayson
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DC's next big event needs to be dedicated to the amount of truckers nightwing has fucked im so sick of him being posed with women like it personally degrades me
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Tim: Steph and I were watching drag race and we got into brainstorming what our drag names would be. What's yours?
Dick: oh my god, I've been waiting for someone to ask me. It's obviously The Gayson
Jason: hate to say it. This is the one time your puns work. Mines obviously Ive Bendover
Tim: you like puns? Well guess what mine is? Ophelia Tits
#tim drake#jason todd#dick grayson#incorrect tim drake#incorrect batfamily quotes#incorrect batboys quotes#red hood#red robin#nightwing#jason todd x reader#tim drake x reader#dick grayson x reader#red hood x reader#nightwing x reader#incorrect jason todd#incorrect dick grayson#stardust:txt
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Date Night - Batboys Headcannons
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Batboys! x GN!Reader
Type: Fluff
Word Count: 2.8k+
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Summary: Date-Night
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Batman / Bruce Wayne
Once upon a time in Gotham City, you found yourself in an unexpected and thrilling romance with none other than the enigmatic billionaire, Bruce Wayne. Bruce, as you soon discovered, was also the caped crusader known as Batman. However, when the two of you were together, he set aside his vigilante persona to be just Bruce.
One night, Bruce invited you to Wayne Manor for a special date night. He had prepared a surprise for you, and as you entered the grand estate, you were greeted with the warmth of candlelight and the aroma of freshly popped popcorn. Bruce led you through the vast mansion, and you found yourself in a private theater, complete with luxurious seating and a gigantic screen.
"I thought we could have a cozy movie night," Bruce said, smiling as he saw your eyes light up in delight.
"Wow, Bruce, this is amazing," you exclaimed, feeling touched by the effort he had put into making the evening special.
The two of you settled into the plush seats, and Bruce held out a large bucket of popcorn. He chuckled as he noticed your surprise. "I had Alfred make a generous portion. It's your favorite, right?"
"Definitely," you replied, taking a handful and enjoying the buttery goodness. As the movie began to play, Bruce's arm gently draped over your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. The two of you shared sweet glances, your connection deepening with every passing moment.
Throughout the movie, you found yourselves laughing together, whispering inside jokes, and stealing affectionate glances. Bruce had a way of making you feel at ease and cherished. It was as if the weight of the world lifted whenever you were with him, and you were grateful for these precious moments of normalcy amidst the chaos of Gotham.
After the movie, Bruce surprised you with an array of sweet treats. There were decadent chocolates, delicious pastries, and even your favorite ice cream flavor.
"You remembered," you said, touched by his thoughtfulness.
"I pay attention to the little things," he replied, a soft smile gracing his lips.
As you savored the treats, you and Bruce shared stories from your childhood, revealing more about yourselves and strengthening the bond between you.
As the night came to an end, Bruce walked you to the door. "Thank you for tonight. I had a wonderful time," he said, his voice warm and sincere.
"Thank you for everything, Bruce," you replied, feeling a rush of affection for the man standing before you. "I never thought I'd find someone like you."
He leaned in and kissed you softly, the touch of his lips sending a shiver down your spine. "I never thought I'd find someone like you either," he whispered, his eyes locking with yours.
From that night on, the private theater at Wayne Manor became your special place. Whenever the weight of the world felt too heavy, you knew you could escape there with Bruce, even if only for a few hours. Together, you found solace in each other's presence, watching movies, sharing sweet treats, and cherishing the simple joys of being together.
And so, in the heart of Gotham City, amidst the chaos and darkness, a love story blossomed between a brave billionaire and a kind-hearted soul. Together, they found light in the shadows, and their love thrived, like the beacon of hope that Batman represented to the city he protected.
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Nightwing / Dick Gayson
In the bustling city of Blüdhaven, a sweet and endearing love story unfolded between you and Dick Grayson, the charming and acrobatic hero known as Nightwing. Beneath the mask and the crime-fighting persona, he was Dick—a warm-hearted and fun-loving person who cherished every moment spent with you.
One evening, Dick arrived at your doorstep, a bright smile on his face. "Hey there, partner. Ready for our date night?" he said with a playful wink.
"Absolutely," you replied, returning his smile. "What's on the agenda tonight?"
Dick held up a grocery bag filled with fresh ingredients. "We're going to cook a home-cooked meal together. I've got a great recipe in mind!"
You both donned aprons and set to work in the kitchen, laughing and joking as you prepared the meal. Dick's nimble fingers moved with grace, and he effortlessly guided you through each step, making it a delightful cooking experience.
As the aroma of the delicious meal filled the air, you couldn't help but feel grateful for these simple moments with him. Amidst the chaos of their lives, it was the little things that brought you both closer together.
Once the meal was ready, you set the table with candles, creating a cozy atmosphere in your dining area. You and Dick enjoyed the fruits of your labor, savoring the flavors of the meal you prepared together. The conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself sharing stories and dreams, deepening your connection with each passing moment.
After dinner, you settled on the couch, ready for the next part of your date night—a reality TV show known for its hilarious antics and quirky contestants.
"This show is ridiculous, but it's so much fun to watch," Dick chuckled, flipping through the channels until he found the right one.
You snuggled closer to him, feeling the comfort of his presence. "It's perfect for a date night," you said, laughing along with the show's shenanigans.
As the episodes played, you and Dick couldn't help but make playful commentary, sharing inside jokes and teasing each other about who would win the show's crazy challenges. The joy and laughter that filled the room made you feel like the rest of the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of happiness.
As the night wore on, you both realized that it didn't matter what you did as long as you were together. Whether it was fighting crime in the streets or simply cooking a meal and watching reality TV, every moment with Dick felt special and meaningful.
Eventually, the show came to an end, and you found yourselves exchanging sleepy smiles. "I had a great time tonight," Dick said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
"Me too," you replied, leaning in for a gentle kiss.
With a contented sigh, you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat. In that moment, you knew that your love for Dick Grayson, both as Nightwing and as the person he was with you, ran deep.
And so, in the heart of Blüdhaven, amidst the bustling nights and daring escapades, a love story blossomed between a masked hero and a caring soul. Together, they found comfort and joy in the simplest of moments—a home-cooked meal, a funny reality TV show, and most importantly, each other.
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Red Hood / Jason Todd
In the bustling streets of Gotham City, you found yourself in a passionate and thrilling relationship with none other than Jason Todd, the notorious Red Hood. Despite his vigilante alter ego, when he was with you, he embraced his real self, Jason, a complex man with a heart yearning for love and connection.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Jason picked you up on his motorcycle for a date night filled with culinary adventures. You wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling the powerful rumble of the bike beneath you as he expertly maneuvered through the city's traffic.
"Where are we headed tonight?" you asked, unable to contain your excitement.
"It's a surprise," Jason replied with a playful grin. "I thought we could try some new places I've discovered."
As you rode through the neon-lit streets, the aroma of different cuisines filled the air, enticing your senses. Your first stop was a cozy Italian trattoria known for its homemade pasta and authentic flavors. You and Jason sat close, savoring every bite of the delightful dishes. Between mouthfuls of pasta and sips of red wine, you shared laughter and stories, your connection growing stronger with each passing moment.
Next, Jason took you to a bustling food market where various food trucks lined the streets. You indulged in an array of street foods from different cultures—spicy tacos, savory dumplings, crispy falafels, and sweet churros. With each bite, you felt a deeper sense of appreciation for the diverse cuisines and the experiences they represented.
Jason's adventurous spirit shone through as he encouraged you to try unique dishes you'd never tasted before. And as you watched him enjoy every bite, you realized how much he cherished these simple moments of happiness with you, away from the dark and dangerous nights of fighting crime.
The night was far from over as Jason surprised you by taking you to a hidden gem—an intimate rooftop restaurant with a breathtaking view of Gotham's skyline. Soft candlelight illuminated the table as you both enjoyed a delectable dessert—rich chocolate cake paired with velvety smooth coffee.
As you gazed at the city lights together, you couldn't help but reflect on how much your life had changed since meeting Jason. Despite his tough exterior, he had a softness about him when he was with you—a vulnerability he allowed only you to witness. And in return, you cherished every moment, grateful for the chance to bring a smile to his face.
As the night drew to a close, Jason took your hand in his, the warmth of his touch sending a rush of affection through you. "I had a great time tonight," he said softly, his eyes meeting yours.
"Me too," you replied, squeezing his hand. "Thank you for everything, Jason."
He leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on your lips. "No, thank you," he whispered, his voice sincere. "For being with me."
With that, you knew that your connection with Jason went beyond the adventurous dates and the thrill of being with Red Hood. It was about finding solace and love in each other's company, accepting the complexities of your pasts, and embracing the hope for a brighter future together.
And so, beneath the moonlit sky, in the heart of Gotham City, a love story blossomed between a daring vigilante and a kind-hearted soul. Together, they explored the world of flavors and emotions, building a bond stronger than the shadows that loomed over their city.
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Red Robin / Tim Drake
In the vast and ever-changing skies of Gotham City, a tender and enchanting love story unfolded between you and Tim Drake, the brilliant and resourceful hero known as Red Robin. Beneath the cape and cowl, Tim was a warm and caring individual who cherished the moments spent with you.
One clear and crisp night, Tim asked you to join him for a date unlike any other. "Hey, would you like to go stargazing with me tonight?" he asked, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
"Stargazing? That sounds amazing," you replied, smiling at his thoughtful suggestion.
Tim led you to a secluded spot on the outskirts of the city, away from the hustle and bustle of Gotham. As you settled onto a soft blanket, the beauty of the night sky unfolded before you. Countless stars twinkled like diamonds, painting the sky with their ethereal glow.
"Wow, Tim, this is breathtaking," you whispered, feeling a sense of wonder wash over you.
He nestled beside you, and with his encyclopedic knowledge of the cosmos, he began pointing out various constellations and telling their stories. As he spoke, you couldn't help but be drawn in by his passion and enthusiasm.
"There's Orion," he said, his finger tracing the hunter's outline in the sky. "And over there is Ursa Major, the Great Bear."
As the night deepened, you found yourself lost in Tim's explanations, marveling at the vastness of the universe and the mysteries it held. The quiet intimacy of the moment brought you both closer together, and you felt a sense of peace and belonging in Tim's presence.
"I used to come here a lot when I was younger," Tim admitted, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "It was a way to escape the chaos of the city and just... be."
"I'm glad you brought me here," you said, intertwining your fingers with his. "It's truly special."
Tim smiled, his eyes reflecting the starlight. "You make everything special."
With the blanket of stars overhead, you found yourselves sharing stories and dreams, basking in the tranquility of the night. Time seemed to slow down, and in that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of you and the boundless sky above.
As the night came to a close, Tim took your hand, his touch warm and comforting. "Thank you for being here with me," he said softly.
"Thank you for bringing me here," you replied, feeling a rush of affection for the young hero by your side.
As you walked back to the city together, the stars continued to shine above, a reminder of the magical night you had shared. You knew that amidst the chaos of Gotham and the challenges of being a hero, you and Tim had found something extraordinary—a love that soared like the stars, boundless and eternal.
And so, in the heart of Gotham City, amidst the ever-changing nights and daring escapades, a love story blossomed between a courageous hero and a compassionate soul. Together, they discovered the beauty of the cosmos and the infinite possibilities of love beneath the shimmering tapestry of the night sky.
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Robin / Damian Wayne
In the lively streets of Gotham City, a charming and adventurous love story unfolded between you and Damian Wayne, the young and headstrong hero known as Robin. Beneath the Robin suit and the bravado, Damian was a young man seeking connection and finding it in the most unexpected places, like with you.
One evening, Damian approached you with an uncharacteristic hint of shyness in his eyes. "Would you like to go out with me tonight?" he asked, almost hesitantly.
"Of course!" you replied with a warm smile, intrigued by the change in his demeanor.
As you walked together through the bustling city, Damian led you to a nostalgic spot—an old-fashioned arcade tucked away in a corner. The neon lights and lively music filled the air as you stepped inside, transported to a world of fun and excitement.
"I thought we could have some fun here," Damian said, glancing at you to gauge your reaction.
"That sounds perfect," you said, feeling your heart swell with affection for the young hero.
The two of you roamed through the arcade, trying out different games and challenging each other to friendly competitions. Damian's competitive spirit emerged, but it was mixed with laughter and enjoyment, making the experience even more delightful.
As you played games side by side, you couldn't help but notice how Damian's usual stoic expression softened, replaced by genuine joy. The two of you laughed together, sharing jokes and teasing each other about who could get the highest scores.
In one game, Damian attempted to win you a small plush toy. His focused determination was adorable, and when he finally succeeded, he handed it to you with a proud grin.
"It's for you," he said, trying to act nonchalant, but you could see the hint of a blush on his cheeks.
"Thank you, Damian. I love it," you replied, hugging the plush toy tightly.
As the night wore on, you and Damian found yourselves enjoying each other's company more and more. The arcade became a place of connection and understanding between you, where you both could be yourselves without the weight of the world's expectations.
Eventually, you stumbled upon a classic dancing game. Damian was initially hesitant, but with a little coaxing, he agreed to give it a try. You took his hand, and together, you danced to the rhythm of the game, sharing laughter and joy in the simplicity of the moment.
As the night at the arcade came to an end, Damian walked you home, a soft smile on his face. "I had a surprisingly enjoyable time tonight," he admitted, looking at you with sincerity.
"Me too," you replied, feeling your heart skip a beat. "Thank you for asking me out."
Damian nodded, and before he could say anything more, you leaned in and kissed him gently on the cheek, leaving him momentarily surprised.
"I'll see you soon, Damian," you said with a playful grin, turning to walk away.
As you glanced back, you saw a rare but genuine smile spread across Damian's face, and your heart swelled with happiness.
And so, in the heart of Gotham City, amidst the thrilling nights and daring adventures, a love story blossomed between a young hero and a compassionate soul. Together, they discovered the joy of simple pleasures and the magic of connecting through the timeless joy of an arcade, finding comfort and love in each other's presence.
#batboy x reader#batboy x you#batboy x y/n#batboy headcannons#dc headcannons#dc universe#dc imagines#batman x reader#tim drake x reader#jason todd x reader#daimian wayne x reader#dick grayson x reader#red hood x reader#nightwing x reader
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I’m still working on the same fanfic chapter from like months ago because I sit down to finish and then I look up and it’s gotten even darker and more messed up. For anyone who is curious the premise is Dick is captured by the court of owls and becomes a Talon and then is strategically released to assassinate the batfam from within. Basically Talon is fantasizing about how to assassinate the Wayne’s and his subconscious is swatting him with a newspaper cause a tiny piece of Dick is still in there and doesn’t want to kill his family. Literally examples being: replacing Tim’s testosterone (Tim is trans) with poison/poisoning his coffee, sabotaging Jason’s equipment so he falls or his gun explodes in his face, Damian is like 7-8 for reference, smothering Damian in his sleep. Like genuinely fucked up shit and the whole time he is selling his Dick sunshine and puppy’s Gayson routine and then Cass comes home unannounced and she is just like “I know what you are” and chaos and angst and fluff occur.
#batfam#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#damian wayne#tim drake#nightwing#talon#talon!dick#fuck the court of owls#trans tim drake#baby damian wayne#so fucked up#i’m going to hell
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LIBERAL Gotham City
BISEXUALman
PRONOUN ivy
COMMUNISMwoman
dick GAYson
harley QUEER
the joker
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HEY! i saw ur pinned post and i was wondering if u could make a story about a POC male and ick gayson. something short and sweet and cuddly but your able to do wat u wish tbh i rlly need this to comfort me LOL no pressure tho :)
Dick Grayson x POC male reader!
HEY IM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER FOR ME TO GET TO I HAD TO TAKE A BREAK FOR MENTAL HEALTH REASONS BUT TYSM FOR YOUR REQUEST!! I love him, es el amor de mi vida 😭 also h/t means hair type
Warnings: short, fluff, bad because i haven't written in forever
Summary: dick Grayson admiring his absolutely majestic boyfriend because he deserves all the love in the world ❤️❤️
THIS POST IS FOR MASCULINE IDENTIFYING PEOPLE IF YOU DO NOT IDENTIFY AS SUCH DNI PLEASE!!
You two were currently at his apartment watching a horror movie. You were screeching at every jumpscare and your h/t hair bouncing with every scream. He can't believe he managed to to even exist in the same world with a man so handsome.
"Dick? You good babe?" You say with concern because you could feel him staring at you for like 5 minutes barely blinking. "Huh? What? Y-yeah I'm good" he replies, embarrassed that you caught him staring like a lovesick teenager in a corny highschool romance movie.
"You know i love you right babe?" He asks. "Yeah of course- AH!" you cut yourself off with a scream. He is so in love with you. He loves everything about you and everything that makes you, you. Your culture, when you say sweet nothings to him in your secondary/primary language, when you teach him how to make food from your culture but accidentally end up burning the kitchen down, when you kiss him and tell him you love him. He loves you.
"Dick! You're missing all the good parts!!" You whine, snapping Dick out of his thoughts . "Sorry", he gives you a kiss to the forehead and snuggles up close to you, "I just can't help it when I have the best boyfriend ever" he says nuzzling his head at the crook of your neck. If he were a cat he'd definitely be purring right now.
"Well, the best boyfriend ever wants you to watch the movie with him" you say stealing some more blanket from Dick. "Alright alright" he chuckles. "Is that guy the good guy or the bad guy?" He asks. "Maybe you'd know if you payed attention to the movie" you say. "So sassy today...I love you" he says. "Love you too Dick".
UGHHHH I HATE THIS IM SO SORRY I HAVENT WRITTEN IN A WHILE THIS IS TERRIBLE
#x male reader#dc x male reader#dick grayson x male reader#nightwing x male reader#dc#i love him#hashtag#i suck at putting hashtags
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He's a Phantom
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day 27- let me see
fandom- dp x dc
TW- brief injury
summary- Jason encounters the GIW
ao3
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part 6 of DLM
They had been searching for an hour when Jason heard a commotion. He approached the noise and saw three men in white suits on the neighboring rooftop.
His first thought was that they must be out of towners and that they were stupid to be wearing all white. His second thought was, oh shoot, they’re carrying weapons. Specifically they had weird, glowing green weapons.
He was about to call it in when all three men turned to him, raised their weapons and fired.
Jason rolled out of the way and took out his own guns as he continued to dodge their shots.
He fires off a few shots of his own and manages to hit one of the agent’s legs. But he doesn’t have time to celebrate this victory since immediately after one of the glowing green beams hits him in the shoulder.
It burns. Jason stumbles back trying to avoid the rest of the shots, but another clips his side and another his leg. He crumples to the ground. It feels like acid eating away at him. His mind is going fuzzy with pain.
He needs to call for help.
He can faintly hear them discussing how best to get to where he is. He can’t let them do that.
Shakily, he activates his comm. “O.”
“What is it, Hood?”
“I think— I think I found our bad guys…” he slurs.
“Hood, what do you mean?”
Jason can’t bring himself to answer. HIs whole body feels like it’s burning.
“Hood! I’m sending Nightwing to your location.”
Jason can’t acknowledge her. He hopes his brother gets here soon. He can hear the agents walking up the fire escape.
He tries to get up again, but he can barely move his arms.
Then he hears a shout and the sound of the weapons being fired again. There’s a buzzing in the air, the faint hum of electricity, and the cold bite of winter wind.
There’s the sound of more fighting, and he can hear the agents cursing. There’s what sounds like crackling ice followed by silence. Jason tries to move his head to see what’s happening, but all he sees is smoggy Gotham sky.
Then there's a face above him, ethereal in quality with glowing white hair and eyes that remind Jason of the Lazarus pit but brighter.
“What are you doing here?” The voice sounds familiar, but Jason can’t quite place why. He should know this person, but he knows he’s never seen anyone quite like this.
The kid, because now that Jason looks at him a little closer this person clearly looks young, sighs, and goes to place his hands on Jason.
Jason makes a noise of protest and tries to shift away.
“Calm down, let me see.” his hands settle on Jason’s torso.
Immediately, a cool feeling begins to spread, easing the worst of the pain.
“Who…” he manages before.
The kid gives him a strange look then focuses back on whatever he’s doing to Jason. “It’s me. Danny.”
Jason’s mind blue screens for a moment. This looks nothing like Danny. But then, Jason looks a little closer, looks past the glow and white hair and green eyes, and he sees that the face is the same. Huh.
“I’m going to take you back to your apartment. There’s not much I can do for your injuries in the middle of a rooftop.”
Jason can’t do anything to resist as the kid scoops him up as if Jason weighed almost nothing. Then a tingling sensation passed over him, and then they were flying.
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A few minutes later, Nightwing arrives on an empty roof. “O, I don’t see him.”
There’s silence for a moment before she speaks. “His tracker is on the move, but it’s moving strangely. Almost as if… It’s almost as if he’s flying.”
“What?” Dick asks and then he hears a grunt from beside the building. He walks over to the edge and stares.
There on the fire escape are three men dressed in white suits carrying strange weapons. But even stranger is that they’re all frozen in a thick layer of ice to the escape stairs, with the ice encasing them to their elbow and a thin layer over their mouths.
“I think we’ve got a bigger situation. I just found some men dressed in white suits frozen to the fire escape. And they've got some strange weapons.”
“Do you think they’re the agents after Hood’s kid?” Tim asks.
“Might be.” Dick answers.
“This might be good news.” Oracle says. “Nightwing, Hood’s tracker stopped at his apartment. I want you to head over there. Red Robin, head to the possible agent’s location. Try to figure out what you can and see if we need to call the police. I’ll send a message to B. His meeting at the watchtower should be almost over by now anyway.”
“Will do,” Dick and Tim answer.
Hopefully, they can find Jason and the kid, and this situation won’t escalate any further. But Dick has a bad feeling that things will only get more complicated.
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