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hanasnx · 3 months

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brucie and his 19 year old girlfriend who he flaunts around Gotham like it’s no big deal. he takes her everywhere and anywhere there will be press. everyone is so shocked and they don’t even know what to say. especially the kids. dick and jason are (high key) jealous of it… -🍓

PART ONE ✩ PART TWO MINORS DNI 18+

BRUCE WAYNE has been keeping you around to garner attention around himself and off of his dealings as the Batman. You were the perfect candidate given your social influence, your popularity, and it helped you were easy on the eyes. If Bruce Wayne was the center of controversy for dating someone half his age, Batman could keep a lookout on Penguin’s latest caches without distractions like the Cobblepots releasing a statement that Batman is wrongfully investigating a man based on appearance. Prejudice doesn’t make the news, but an age gap does.

You practically float off the floor when Bruce is around, whether it be an arm around your waist; leading you or twirling you like a dance with music he hums; sweeping you off your feet, easily up over his head. It becomes clear why he’s so dangerous, he’s such a charmer. Somehow he has romance dialed in, and you fell for someone so put-together. You love going everywhere with him, and when a fan asks for a picture, he’s the first to hug you from behind and curl his huge body around you, cheek-to-cheek with his chin over your shoulder. He’s so shamelessly touchy. It gets to a point where he likes when you scold him with a pat. Hitting his sturdy bicep when he tugs the neckline of your dress to him for a peek at your tits, and all he does is growl at you playfully, like you’re asking for it later.

To be honest, you are. Yet, Bruce won’t get it to you. He dangles it over your head in public, but alone he makes up some excuse and calls his butler to drive you home.

One time when you’ve been invited to the Manor, it was so you could get ready and drive to a gala with Bruce. Arriving together is a big statement, and you’re excited, but in a much realer sense there’s a tickle of dread in your stomach. Bruce told you to make yourself comfortable and wait for him, he’s terribly sorry that he has to attend to something first and if he’d had it his way a lady wouldn’t wait on a gentleman. You’ve already fantasized this might be it, he’s finally going to ask you. Sitting on this chaise in front of a fire you clench your legs together at the reminder. Perhaps he’s getting ready so he’ll finally sleep with you. Briefly, you imagine what the paparazzi would bark at you if you arrived to the gala with sex hair. It brings a smile to your face.

Just in case, you had outfitted yourself with a tasteful nightgown underneath your clothes, and you decide now is the time to enact it. Shimmying off your garments, you then arrange yourself seductively on the chaise. Bruce’ll be here any minute, and he always acts so insatiable in public. Maybe if you surprise him, he won’t be able to steel himself. Your fingers play with the hem, already short but your ride it up even more, and trace circles onto your bare hip. You’ve felt his hands on your hips when you wore a stringy little bikini for him on his yacht, and those callused hands had pulled you right down on his lap to stick his tongue in your mouth. You can still taste it, closing your eyes to revisualize it. He was so big underneath you—

“… and this is a one time thing, understand? My debt is paid.”

“Don’t worry, birdboy, I won’t tell your old man—“

Voices come into focus, alerting you as the door opens and not one but two people come in. Two people you do not recognize. Without thinking it through, you stand to conceal your seductive pose meant for someone else, and everything else slips your mind.

Two men. Boyish. Both with black hair that’s grown out, and one of them with a white stripe sprouting from the front of his hairline.

“Oh,” DICK GRAYSON says. He’s no stranger to walking in on something he shouldn’t see. “Sorry, didn’t see you there.”

“Nice outfit.” JASON TODD adds, and you can tell he’s making fun of you. Your cheeks grow red hot, and you scramble for something to cover yourself up. A thin throw blanket folded over the back of the chaise is hastily straightened out to cover yourself.

Wary he might cause you grief, Dick points to a bookshelf behind you. “We just have to… get something.” He waits for something, and you realize he wants you to reply. You nod, hoping to just end this as soon as possible.

The blanket covers most, but a lot of your thigh is exposed. You try to turn with them as you they pass you, but Jason cranes his neck to catch a glance of your ass. The undersides of it hang out of your tiny nightgown. An indignant crease in your brow forms, and you make an obvious move to yank the blanket over your ass, turning it away from him. Dick keeps going, Jason hangs behind. “What’re you doing here, missy? You look a little young.” Condescension. The last thing you need right now is a conversation.

“Yeah, are you looking for someone?” Dick asks over his shoulder, more polite than his companion as he searches the spines of books with a finger.

You hesitate to say anything, you don’t know these people. “I’m waiting on someone.” A tremble shivers through you, the back of you cold from being away from the fire, and your nerves didn’t help.

“You’re not a hooker, are you?” Jason’s blunt nature shines through in his question, not that he’s intrigued or judgmental, just curious.

Your first instinct is to be offended he’d say something like that to a lady, frowning at him with a scoff. “What? No! And—!” It dawns on you that you shouldn’t put down sex work, you’re overreacting. So you wiggle your shoulders and stick your nose in the air, prissing up your attitude. “It wouldn’t matter if I was.” you say, quieter this time.

“Sure, it does. I’ve got cash on me.” Jason replies, only to get that cute offended look back on your face.

“Jason, shut up. She doesn’t know you’re trying to get under her skin.” Dick plucks out the book, and flips through it. He joins you and Jason, and you take a wary step back. He doesn’t notice, snapping the book shut and handing it off to Jason. Those blue eyes are back on you again, and you swear you see him give you a quick once-over. “Whoever you’re waiting on is a lucky guy.” he says, and by his tone you’re unsure if it’s a genuine flirt. When he smiles, dimples define, and for a brief second you’re weak in the knees.

A third voice pipes up, deeper than them both. “She’s with me.” Bruce says, walking in as he adjusts his cuff links. “Jason, always a pleasure to find you sneaking around my house.”

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inkdrinkerworld · 1 month

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Oh please expand on your thoughts about Dick being obsessed with reader’s hips and love handles!! What happens when he leaves Jason to go find them???

Initial thought a little suggestive so MDNI 18+ONLY

“You’re fucking whipped!” Jason calls after him as he watches Dick rush off behind you.

Jason doesn’t need to be looking at his brother to know that he’s flipping him the bird.

“I’m leaving, don’t break the bed again.”

“Baby,” Dick walks into the bedroom to find you sitting with your scrapbook and your colourful pens and markers all spread out on your table.

“Yes?” You spare him a quick glance and then look back at your book. You’re trying to arrange your cuttings and scraps from your days in the city with Dick nicely but you’re just not getting the right look.

“C’mere a second,” he’s leaning on the door jam, watching you as you sigh and stand. He gives you a once over and bites his lip. “Fuck.”

“What?” You look down at yourself and then back up at Dick. He doesn’t say anything and you frown. “Richard, what is it?”

He only shakes his head. “You just,” he inhales harshly and he’s got you pressed up against him suddenly; his hands cemented to your hips kneading the fat there. “You’re unbelievably attractive.”

“I’m only in lounge clothes.” You’re trying to not let the effects of his attention be too evident but it isn’t working because Dick can see your pulse tick under your jaw.

“Yeah and you’re stunning. I swear it’s your fucking hips I don’t know what about them but they’re so fucking,” Dick trails off as his hands grope your hips and waist a little harder.

You don’t mind. His nose brushes along your jaw, his mouth nipping at the sensitive skin under it making you shiver.

“Jason is right outside.” Despite your efforts, your voice is breathy and your head cranes back just a little to give Dick more room.

“He went home, just you and me here.” His teeth sink into the column of your neck making you gasp.

“I’m scrapbooking.” You try to deny the way your stomach pools, the heat that pours right into your centre and crawls up your chest making your breath heave.

Dick licks against your neck, sucking a bruise right above your collarbone. “Too busy for me, then? Should I stop?” He’s only teasing, Dick knows that won’t be what you want. He’s proved right when your arms sling around his neck and you pull him closer.

“No, no. Keep going.”

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dosiido · 12 days

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18+ MDNI - semi-public sex, fem!receiving oral

Blades of grass poke at your skin from beneath the dress. The thin, gauzy fabric no match for the bright green blades, sharp with pointy overgrown ends. The smell, fresh; the epitome of green, oddly sweet and mixing with the earthiness of the dirt beneath. If it weren’t for the man between your legs you’d have been long lost in the gift of nature. Instead, you were muffling your moans with your free hand, the other occupied with his hair.

His hands grasp the back of your thighs, forcing them open every time you start to close them around his head in an attempt to retain some semblance of modesty. “Retain,” as if there was any left. The straps of your dress hang loose around your shoulders, your tits teetering at the neckline, threatening to spill out at any given moment. Layers of chiffon are bunched up at your waist, your maxi dress suddenly turned mini at the hands of his unbridled horniness.

“Dick,” you gasp, hand falling from your mouth to your dress, unintentionally pulling it up even further to cope with the maddening amount of ecstasy flowing through your veins. “Dick Grayson, this is a public park.” It’s the first full sentence you’d managed to get out since he’d found his way beneath your dress; since he’d started putting his tongue to work in such an open space. And even then, it had come out strangled and barely above a whisper.

He ignores your words, tongue swirling around your sensitive clit and sending you into a fit of moans. His dark hair tickles your thighs as he buries himself deeper into your pussy, licking at your slit like a madman. “I’m serious,” You say breathlessly, chest constricting as your climax builds. “We could get caught.”

Your eyes survey the vast stretch of land, almost entirely empty save for some decorative shrubbery and a few people you heard but couldn’t see. You figure if they weren’t in your line of sight, then you probably weren’t in theirs either, and you take that opportunity to grind against his face a bit, adding friction into the mix and bringing yourself closer to the edge.

“Just make it quick,” you groan, brain in overdrive at the prospect of being caught getting eaten out in a public park. You had a reputation to uphold, and public indecency would so obviously taint that. At the sound of your pleas, he loosens his grip on one of your thighs and moves his hand lower. His fingers, thick and calloused, prod at your hole before plunging deep inside and curling into your sweet spot.

The sensation overwhelms you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you know your climax isn’t far away at all. You pray that it comes before someone catches you in the act, but you know somewhere in your mind that you have nothing to worry about. Dick’s never let you down like that, and he definitely wasn’t going to start now.

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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 14 days

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There's an anger in me (I think I learned it from you)

hope here needs a humble hand - series masterlist here

pairing: platonic bruce wayne x reader, platonic dick grayson x reader

length: 1.9k

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

warnings: reader and dick get into a fight and dick is so mean. reader definitely has trauma and issues but Good Dad Bruce Wayne is here so it's fine and also Big Brother Dick in the end

a/n: I'm not a dick grayson hater but I do think he'd be the biggest bitch and say the meanest shit in a fight. anyway life is kicking my ass so bad rn so idk if this is even any GOOD but you can have it <3

Alfred sighs to himself, a disapproving sort of frown finding its way onto his face as he listens to your raised voice, you and Dick butting heads again. It's not uncommon for you to find reason to argue with the others, but it is tiresome - frustrating to him that you can't seem to lay down this constant fight of yours that you live with.

And Dick? Well, as he spits an insult back and you and you shove at his chest, Alfred idly thinks that maybe he's your worst target so far. Dick Grayson may be kind under typical circumstances, but anger like this brings out the worst in him.

"At least Bruce wanted me," he snaps at you. "You just shoved your way in."

That doesn't just stop you, it stops everyone in their tracks. It especially stops Bruce, who had come into the Cave when he'd gotten word from Alfred about another fight. And there's just… silence at first. You, staring up at Dick with wide, hurt eyes while his anger slowly melts, regret replacing it.

"Hey, I didn't mean -" but you don't stay to listen, fleeing past Bruce and out of the Cave, despite his calls of your name. You don't stick around to hear the way Bruce rips into Dick about it, berating him for even suggesting such a thing, before he follows you up to the Manor.

Alone in your room, with the walls closing in on you and your lungs squeezing painfully, your breath catches as you hear footsteps approaching. Bruce's knocks on your door are as gentle as the way he calls your name, asking you to please open the door.

You don't.

How can you? He's right, he's right, he's right - Bruce didn't want you. How much trouble have you caused since you got here? - too much, your brain supplies. And Dick is right, Bruce didn't want you… he couldn't have. You, with your headstrong determination, pushing your way into anything and everything that you'd ever wanted. You, with your heels always dug in and your arms always crossed and your shoulders always squared. How could he possibly want that?

You pace behind your locked door, pulling on your hair as your breath quickens, words you've heard a million times running through your head.

Spoiled, selfish, stubborn -

Bruce's voice on the other side of the door isn't enough to drown it out, his promises of, "I love you, we all love you. Dick didn't mean that, and he'll apologize to you when you're ready. Please come out, sweetheart… I love you, and you have always been wanted by me. You've always been wanted by this family."

You stare at the door as if glaring hard enough would make it soundproof, your breath still coming out in short little gasps as you clench your fists, nails digging into the skin of your palms. You watch through blurred vision as Bruce's shadow shifts and darkens under the door - you watch as he settles on the other side of the wood, determined not to leave you to do this alone.

"You come out whenever you're ready, sweetheart," he says gently. "I'll be here."

You scoff, turning abruptly away from the door - away from him. He won't stay - he won't, he won't, he won't -

"I won't leave you." Bruce's voice is heard again and you squeeze your eyes shut. It's like he knows, and you can't figure out how, can't fathom the idea that he really has been paying attention all this time, that he knows you and your ticks and your traumas. You curl up on top of your bed, determined to just shut down until it's all over - until he gives up and leaves you be. Maybe then you can leave, too - leave for real. Maybe it would all be better if you slipped out quietly, off into the city, into someone else life and away from this one. Maybe there really wasn't room for you in this family.

When you wake later, the first thing you're forced to notice is the throbbing behind your eyes and the light that streams in through the window, the sun beginning to set and bathing you in a halo-like glow. Sitting up, you notice a shadow still stationed on the other side of your door, having stayed, unmoving, for as long as you'd been hiding.

Getting up slowly, you make your way to it, sitting down with your back against the door and letting your head thump rather loudly against the wood of it. It's only then that Bruce moves, shifting on the other side. You clench your fists on your lap as words get caught on their way out. I'm sorry, I love you, thank you for staying.

"Why are you still there?" Is all that ends up coming out, the words harsh as they cut through the air. You flinch at hearing them, your own voice hatefully foreign to you.

"Because I love you," Bruce says simply, like it's such an easy thing. "And I promised I wouldn't leave you." You sit still after that, turning what he's said over in your mind again and again and again before standing abruptly and wrenching your door open, relying on Bruce's reflexes to get himself up and standing by the time you do.

Fortunately, he's always been a little faster than you, always a little better. By the time you're looking at him, he's standing in your doorway, his shoulders slumped as he slouches down to look you in the eye. He's making himself smaller, you realize, something that feels like regret eating away at you. He's making himself small and it's your fault.

But Bruce isn't looking at you like he blames you, and the way he ever so gently puts his hands on your shoulders and presses a kiss to the crown of your head speaks only of love. Only of forgiveness. You stand straighter when he does, a silent urge for him to do this same - for him to be tall for you. Maybe then, you wouldn't have to be.

"It's true, though, isn't it? You ask, something pained in your voice that you can't quite hide.

"It's not." There's a way he says it, like it's written in some holy text somewhere and he's promising it now because faith demands it. "You are always wanted here. And you always will be."

"What if I never believe that?"

"Then we'll keep telling you." You shoot Bruce a look at his assuredness, one that just makes him smile down at you.

"Even Dick?" You ask, uneasiness finding its home in you despite your clenched fists and set jaw.

"Especially Dick, he answers easily. "I'm sure he'll spend a very long time trying to make up for this. He never means it, you know - there's this anger in him that he can't quite shake sometimes." Your shoulders slump at his words and you drop your chin, eyes trained on the floor.

"Yea," your voice is bitter. "That, I understand."

You find, later that night, that you wish Dick didn't care quite so much. Your mask covers your face, the hard set of your jaw and the annoyance that pulls down your brows, but in the faint moonlight of the docks, you're sure Dick can see the taught pull of your shoulders.

Thank god it's a slow night, you find yourself thinking as you perch on the edge of a rooftop, kicking your legs over the edge. You know he's around, watching and waiting and trying to find a moment to approach you. You think you'll have to find the moment for him when Nightwing finally sits next to you, his movements silent and slow. He looks at you long and hard, his own eyes hidden behind his mask as you stare out at the water, waiting for him to decide how this will all go.

"I don't always say the right thing," is what he ends up confessing. "And it wasn't fair for you to be on the receiving end of that. I'm… sorry."

"I started it," you say simply. "You shouldn't apologize for biting back."

"No," Dick says carefully, tapping his finger on his thigh. "But I should apologize for how I did it." You look at him, then, eyes searching his face and cursing the masks you both wear, layers of protection against anyone who would try to know you.

"Did you mean it?" You finally ask. "Is it true? Because if it is… if it is, then you should only apologize for lying to me up till now."

"It's not," Dick answers, and there's something in the clear ring of his voice that reminds you of Bruce. Your lips twitch into a smile as you think of how unhappy he'd be to find that out. "Things with Bruce and I… well, I'm sure you know they weren't always good."

"I don't actually know everything," you huff back. "Even my eavesdropping has limitations - especially with all of you. You're a lot harder to hide from than everyone else." Dick grins at that, a self-satisfied sort of thing that makes you regret speaking.

"Well, it's lucky, I guess," he goes on. "The Bruce you know now - he's a lot better than he was in the beginning."

"Don't you think we all are?" You ask before you can stop yourself, eyes snapping back out to the water as you desperately try to close yourself off from him, heart hammering at the response you're sure to get. There is no part of you that's getting better. There is no part of you that can be good. But Dick just readjusts how he's sitting, sliding closer so that your shoulders bump and he can tap your hands with his own, a silent chide for the way you twist your fingers nervously.

"You're right," he says plainly, and suddenly you're glad for the masks. You're not sure what would happen if you looked over and saw that big brother, sick-with-pride look he's so fond of. "When Jason came along, it felt a bit too much like being replaced. I know it was a long time ago, but… maybe I still feel it a bit more than I should - whenever anyone new comes along. It's not your fault… it's not your fault and I'm glad you're here."

You sigh at his words, tipping back until you're laying on the rooftop, your legs still kicking over the edge as you pretend to look up at the stars, blinking tears away rapidly behind your mask. You're sure he knows, but you're also sure he's too kind to say anything, laying back with you and interlocking his hands behind his head to lean on.

There's a lot you think you should say right now. I'm sorry, I love you, thank you for coming back for me. Thank you for not leaving me behind. Thank you for not giving up on me.

"What are you hanging around here tonight for, anyway?" Is what comes out instead, but you find you aren't so bothered by it this time.

"Want me to stick around? Finish your patrol with you?" Is his only answer. You huff.

"I don't need help taking care of the docks. I've been doing that longer than I've been involved with you idiots." Dick laughs, loud enough that you groan and roll away from him, standing up and crossing your arms.

"Well, you never know, then," he responds easily as he swings himself to his feet. "Maybe we could learn something from each other."

"Fine," you snipe back, but you can't help the way you bounce on the balls of your feet, a weight you hadn't realized you'd been carrying starting to lift. "Maybe we can."

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innerwomen · 2 months

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Imagine: Gymnast!Dick x Coach! Reader

Gymnast Dick who wants to better his routines and implement some techniques into his hand to hand combat (for when he’s Nightwing) but needs a coach cause Bruce doesn’t know shit about it so he hires Coach Reader to teach and help him improve.

While this training program goes on someone catches feelings (definitely Dick first) and who looks forward to your sessions together every day. And at first you thought the training was tedious but then you too, fall for his personality and his upper arm strength.

Then one night your running around Gotham getting errands done at night, then you get jumped/shaken down by thugs (like four). And… Oh look it’s Nightwing! Dick who sees these thugs and doesn’t waste a second to beat those thugs numb but while he’s fighting you recognize some of those moves, moves only you knew and that only you have taught to one person.

“Dick?” You call out at the of the fight. Dick who’s not even that surprised you figured it out but decides this is the best moment to confess his feelings, and when he realizes they are mutual; it ends with Dick and Reader having a heated make out session in the alleyway.

You guys start officially dating the next day.

Oh wait- you don’t have to imagine because I’m writing this imagine in a mini series called, “On the Whistle.” So be watching for its updates, and sorry for the slow posts, lots of ideas not enough time in my day.

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astraeaalstroemeria · 6 months

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

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

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

GENRE: Fluff, Comfort, Angst

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

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

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And shoot.

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

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

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

Splat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh now it made sense. Fucking bastards.

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

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

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

—

[flashback starts]

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

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

Shoot.

Splat.

Drop.

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

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

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

Drop.

Blood.

Screams.

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

Oh how much he cared....

For you.

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

He was sobbing.

Wait, was that right?

Why was Dick Grayson sobbing?

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

screaming?

Yes.

Screaming for Hank to get help.

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

Louder.

And louder.

And…

[flashback ended]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit.

Screw this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Grayson.” you said sternly.

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

“Calyptra.” he responded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

He certainly has a way to leave you...

breathless.

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spasmsofthought · 3 months

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there is no fear now (dick grayson x reader)

been a little while, so i might be a little rusty, but this came so suddenly and i had to get it out.

THIS remix of "unconditionally" by katy perry is to blame for all of these words.

i hope you enjoy this and i hope you know you are deserving and worthy of being loved without reservation or shame.

not proofed or beta'd so please be kind.

xoxo

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Maybe the problem is that you don't think.

It might explain the way you're operating on auto-pilot as you make your way to his apartment. It might be why he's been keeping his distance from you. It might be why his texts are shorter and why he says he's too busy to stop by your place of work.

He knows there's something that's changing, that will change.

Given his background and how much is going on in his life currently, it's logical that he would be resistant to change. Especially a change like this.

Your knock on his apartment door is loud, unashamed.

It's like someone tied a knot in your gut and has been pulling and tugging you to where you have landed yourself in front of his door.

Maybe the problem is that you have always jumped into everything headfirst.

There's no thoughts about self-preservation or how you might embarrassing yourself as the door swings open.

His blue eyes are the first thing you see, tinged with exhaustion and fatigue. But there's a shining warmth too as he registers that it's you.

He says your name softly. And then, "What are you doing here?"

It's 11:30 pm on a Wednesday night. You're normally already in bed, and he's usually getting ready for patrol. You both know this is unusual.

Your mind has been on one track all evening. Scratch that -- all day.

"I love you" comes out.

I love you - pouring coffee into a cup.

I love you - the middle of the morning blue sky.

I love you - as you are getting off the bus at the stop near your apartment.

I love you - a taxi horn blares as you sprint across the crosswalk.

"I do." You say as he stares at you. "I love you. I love you and I think you know."

"I do know." His eyes shine, but there's worry brewing in them too.

"I love you," It comes out a little fiercer this time; a little stronger. You are assured and fearless in this.

Being in love with Richard Grayson should scare the ever-living daylights out of you, but it's the only thing you're certain about.

A weighted moment of silence follows your last confession, and you stand in front of Dick Grayson in the doorway of his apartment at 11:35 pm on a random Wednesday night and begin to wonder what the hell you are doing.

There's a split second where anxiety rules you. Where you wonder if it was actually a good idea to follow your gut instinct on this one. You wonder if you should've left it alone. You wonder if the exposure and vulnerability your confession to Dick will be worth it.

Simultaneously as quick as lightning and as slow as a sloth, Dick's hands reach for your face. His mouth swallows your gasp as his lips press against yours and he gently pulls you closer to him.

One of his hands drops from your face as your touch lingers over his forearms and the slam of the front door is the last thing you hear before you are lost to euphoria.

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pinkhoodi · 7 months

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6:53 PM

confess my love — The air was quiet, still, filled with peace, not even disaster can ruin it.

Two lovers, laid on the couch and humming to what the record player is currently playing. A certain song plays and it has you bring your head up from Dick’s chest, your vision aligns with Dick’s half open eyes. He goes in and out of sleep, his lashes flutter but you can still hear him sing low to the love song.

As you shift your upper body closer to his chin, he mumbles something but incoherently. You ask him if he’s sleepy but he continues to mumble, you make out the words of “perfect” “y/n” “love you”. The last few words perked your attention and you sat up on his chest.

Either Dick was dreaming or did he really confess his love…in his sleep?

You poke his cheek and he groans as a response. You did it again and he lightly pushes your hand away, you find enjoyment watching your boyfriend groan in his sleep.

“Dick?” He hums to respond. You question yourself if you should ask if he really said “I love you” or were you just hearing things. Though, the words you heard him say loop as your eyes follow every small action Dick performs in his sleep.

Now his cheeks are dusted with a light red, seeming as if you painted them yourself. You watch as he continues to mumble to himself and those words, well phrase is spoken again, “I love you y/n”.

Your cheeks warm up and the only thing you could do is kiss him after hearing it. You dip down to his soft lips, a small smile appears as you admire his lips. Full, perfectly shaped, a shade of pink that brings a sense of youth, and soft as a cloud. His luscious lips bring a certain invitation to place more than kisses.

You place a light kiss and he kisses back, lazily though as he still hums and mumbles. You place another on the corner of his mouth and he hums again. Except this hum sounds accompanied with satisfaction, added on is the lazy smile that appears on his face.

You feel your body being pulled back into his chest and he has you rested there after you kiss him, as if he never wants to lose physical contact. The music continues to play and the loop of Dick saying “I love you y/n” continues to play in your head. Even if he was supposedly “dreaming”.

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hanasnx · 4 months

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MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: f!reader | sexual content l face fuck mention | cum in eyes at the implied request of reader and facial | mild degradation | size difference.

DICK GRAYSON wouldn’t say he’s a closet freak. In fact, he prefers to be described as someone who’s “down for anything.” A sense of adventure belongs in sex, in his opinion, so anything spontaneous is appreciated. Surprises you spring on him, requests you make of him, anything is all fair game in the sack. So when you ask a particularly disgusting demand, how can he refuse?

“Please, Dickie? C’mon. C’mon, Dickie, please. Do it, do it.” Your signature source of rambled begging fills his ears as you sink further onto the floor, your freshly fucked face is colored and fluid stained. You’ve never looked more beautiful. Of course he can’t say no.

“Open your fucking eyes, baby, lemme see those pretty eyes.” he tells you, tone husky and breathless from all his effort. A sheen of sweat percolates to a drip down his skin, every muscle flexed as he pumps his achy length faithfully. His endurance is next level, but at your request he’s at risk for busting before you do as he asks.

Enthusiastically, you widen your eyes, holding that intense eye contact as his cock hangs over you, jacking himself off. “I want it so bad,” you whine, bouncing impatiently in place. You end the phrase by dropping your jaw, and drawing out your tongue formed in a cup.

“You ready? Huh, baby? Here it comes. Oh, fuck.” As he speaks, hot spurts of cum shoot out from his blushing tip, and his grip practically strangles it at the sight of your gorgeous features coated in his finish. Like a good girl, you kept that eye contact, lashes fluttering marginally as the whites of your eyes redden from cum brushing them. His large hand grabs the back of your head, fisting locks of your hair as he yanks you closer to catch the pearls of cum that’s lost momentum. It dribbles onto the end of your tongue, sliding down your chin. “Fuck, baby, kept your eyes open and everything? You little freak.”

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inkdrinkerworld · 2 months

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Dick Grayson who loves it when instead of interlacing your fingers you wrap both your arms around his bicep when you’re out because number one, he likes the feel of you grabbing onto him like that, number two, he loves knowing that he’s the one you want and need and love and number three, nine times out of tend you’re going to drag your nails in strange patterns up and down the bulk of his bicep and he just loves it so so much

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stranger-nightmare · 1 year

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 | 𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

requested by anonymous

A/N: ugh I’ve been wanting to write for Dick for ages!!! I am so so glad someone requested him, thank you sm for the request! I hope you enjoy this

“Dick...” you mewl with a dragged out whine, “someone could walk in at any moment...”

“I don’t care,” Dick hums against your skin as he continues to kiss and nip at your neck.

His hands are on your hips as he walks you backwards, guiding you until your back hit the wall. He all but ignores your weak attempts to resist as he pins you to the wall with his hips, starting to grind into you as his lips and teeth drag all over your neck and collarbones with a feverish desperation.

Your hands run over his back, up his nape until they tangle into his slightly damp hair, messy with sweat from the workout the two of you had been doing before Dick decided he wanted a different kind of workout. His body pushes against yours, and you can feel his aching cock straining against his sweatpants, pressing into your thigh. His fingers make quick work of your own sweatpants, untying them and shoving his hand into them to caress the bare skin of your hips. Your hands tug on his hair lightly as your mind begins to fog with the need for him.

“And you really couldn’t wait to get back to our actual room?” You sigh with a small chuckle.

You feel him shake his head, his hair tickling your neck.

“No, I need you now baby,” he croons into your neck, finally pushing your sweatpants and panties down to the floor. “Please,” he begs, his warm breath fanning your neck.

When you feel the push of his clothed cock against your now bare pussy the last of your willpower dissolves. You tug on his hair again until his lips crash onto yours, the kiss quickly growing hungry and sloppy as his tongue collides with yours. You step out of your sweatpants and panties, kicking them to the side, leaving you in nothing but your sports bra.

Your fingers fumble desperately with his pants, pushing them just low enough down his hips to free his aching and already leaking cock. He hastily grabs himself, guiding his length to rub between your folds a few times before finally pushing inside you. You both groan deeply as he sinks inside you, even as you frantically try to keep kissing each other. He wastes no time in building up a fast and brutal rhythm, slamming you against the wall of the shared gym inside Titans Tower.

“You better make this quick, Grayson,” you whine against his mouth.

He simply smirks back at you, quickly shoving a hand between your bodies and letting his fingers find your clit. His smirk grows into a small grin as he begins to rub your bundle of nerves, causing a deep moan to rack through your body.

“Is that a challenge...?”

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nighterwriter · 2 years

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Coincidence

Dick Grayson x reader

Word Count: 1414

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Dick was tired. Patrol had been rough and his body was paying the consequences of fighting one to five for hours on end in Gotham’s unforgiving rain. He groaned, trying to massage the tense part in his upper back that had been a victim of one too many punches. He picked up his phone and aimlessly scrolled through missed messages and social media posts, smiling softly when he reached your goodnight text.

Goodnight handsome. Be careful, be safe. Love you always.

Both of you had been busy the last three weeks, trying to juggle work life and personal stressors and because of this, the only time you talked was through good morning and good night texts. Dick’s chest ached. He missed you. He missed the smell of you that had faded from his apartment, the pastries you’d drop off at his work, the way your eyes glowed when you saw him at the end of a long work day. He wanted to be selfish and wake you up with a call - he knew you’d respond - but it wouldn’t be fair to you. At least you had a four-day weekend starting tomorrow - well today. He’d asked for the rest of the week off to spend it with you.

“The loverboy’s sad.” Tim craned his neck to read his texts and ducked when Dick tried to swat him away.

“Shut up dude.”

“Aw, do ya need me to give you a good night’s kiss?” Duke puckered his lips and fought Dick’s outstretched hands.

“Seems like you guys miss them more than me.”

“Duh,” Cass shrugged, “They’re cool.”

“They’re the only one that lets me get Warheads Double Drops.” Steph added.

“That burned your tongue to point of you needing grafts.”

“It’s about living a good life, not living a long one.”

Damian sat in the throng, his face resting in a distasteful manner. He hadn’t liked you from the start. The family was weary at the beginning, which was customary, but the boy never seemed to warm up to you. He’d leave the room when you walked in and if he had to stay, he’d pick the farthest corner and ignore you until you left. You had tried to talk to him, but with the combination of his icy remarks and your aversion to confrontation, you thought it would be best to give him time and space. This broke Dick’s heart, of course. He had a feeling this would happen and tried to maintain the same amount of time he spent with his little brother, but every time something happened - whether it be because of work or something else - he knew that Damian would find a way to blame you. You understand and assured Dick you were okay with Damian’s feelings, they were brothers before you were together, but he could see the slight disappointment whenever you were ignored. You always wanted people to like you, but you knew that sometimes it wouldn’t work out that way, but it was a bigger bummer considering it was your boyfriend’s family.

“We’ve been busy with work, but we’re supposed to meet for lunch tomorrow.” He didn’t know why he was explaining this, but it felt better to get it off his chest instead of keeping it inside. God, he missed you.

Damian scoffed but didn’t say anything. Bruce looked up from the computer and opened his mouth, but Dick shook his head. It’s better to let him deal with it himself.

A noise came from the computer. Barbara frowned as she pulled up the tab, but then looked confused.

“Someone’s at the front door.” It was three in the morning and raining heavily and Wayne Manor had gates that could only be accessed with a code.

“Excuse me, Mr. Wayne? I know it’s late and I didn’t mean to show up out of the blue, but I need help.”

What the hell were you doing here? You had pulled your hood down and were looking directly into the camera, your arms hugging your torso. You could’ve been a clone, maybe Clayface in disguise, but you had that familiar look in your eyes and you had known the gate code that Dick made sure to teach you in case of emergencies.

“Wait! There’s a code word… Wellington!”

“By God, how much longer are you planning on letting the poor child stand out there?” Alfred reprimanded, gathering towels and heading towards the front door.

Dick followed, a pit of worry digging itself into his stomach. He’d told you the code for emergencies and by the way you were holding your stomach, you might’ve been hurt, but the color of the hoodie was too dark to make any conclusions.

Relief flooded your face as Alfred opened the door.

“Good morning, Mr. Pennyworth. Sorry for the intrusion.”

“The only thing you should be sorry for is the cold you’re going to catch if stand out there a minute longer.” The butler ushered you in, wrapping you in towels.

Your face brightened when you saw your boyfriend. “Hey baby.”

“What’s wrong? How’d you get here? Why’re you here?” Dick gently rubbed a towel against your hair.

“I took the bus and I walked here.”

“Babe, it’s three in the morning. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking I needed to come here as soon as I could. Good thing bus fare at two in the morning’s cheap.” The rest of the group soon joined in the foyer, watching amused as the couple bickered. Your arms were still caged against your body and the closer Dick looked, the lumpier the area looked. “And I didn’t come here for you, I came for Damian.”

The boy’s scowl had deepened when you called his name and took a step towards him.

“I was gonna go to bed, but I remembered I had to take the trash out. When I got there, I found these little guys.” You cradled your stomach as you gently unzipped your hoodie. Cradled in your hands, five kittens were asleep, curled against each other. “No momma in sight.”

Damian’s face brightened when he saw the creatures. Two of them were all grey, one was grey and white and the other two were grey and black. Gently, you scooped two up and placed them in Damian’s awaiting hands, giving the other three to Cass and Jason. Your teeth were chattering as Dick wrapped a towel around you and threw your soaked hoodie to the floor.

“I would’ve kept them ’til tomorrow, but my landlord saw me skulking around the trash and I’m pretty sure he’s been waiting for me to slip up and break my lease.”

“That’s why I told you to move in with me.” Dick murmured, pulling you into a hug and rubbing your back to generate some warmth.

”We’re not having this conversation right now.”

“Where will they go?” Damian asked quietly, biting back a smile when one of the kittens let out a mewl.

“I can’t keep them, no pets allowed at my apartment complex and I don’t know the first thing about taking care of kittens,” You paused, “Maybe you could keep them? Or find them a loving home?”

He was quiet as he gingerly petted each kitten, eyes searching for any fleas or wounds. Dick wanted to believe that this had been planned. Kittens near your trash was as stereotypical as it got. But you never left without your phone (there was no trace of it on your person) and you risked getting sick which is something you hated because of your work’s shitty tendencies. It’s a coincidence, he thought as he kissed the top of your head repeatedly as he watched Damian play with the only kitten awake. One hell of a coincidence. One sent by someone who wanted you and Damian to get along.

“Off to the showers with you. You’ll spend the night in the manor before accompanying Master Dick back to Bludhaven for your much-needed time off.” Alfred’s words weren’t a suggestion. You nodded and kissed Dick before going to follow, but were stopped by Damian speaking.

“After you collect yourself… would you like to assist me in the kittens’ bathing and feeding?” He sounded uncomfortable, his eyes flitting quickly to yours and back to the kittens, but it was enough to make your heart swell.

“Yeah sure.”

Dick smiled as he watched you hide your giddiness as you followed Alfred.

Maybe it was more than a coincidence.

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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 2 months

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Nothing in my life is as easy as you (and nothing in my life is as hard)

comfort came against my will - series masterlist here

pairing: dick grayson x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.4k

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: reader drinks one single beer, dick is like mostly naked the whole time, there's a bit of talk about dick possibly dying as nightwing but it's breezed past pretty quickly, there's also talk of dick cheating but he isn't actually

a/n: takes place after I’ll find you always (but I’d rather go alone) but can be read alone, it's just that reader's just found out dick's nightwing

Dick sighs as he watches you pop open a beer bottle on the edge of your shared kitchen counter, eyeing the ever-growing chip that's been left in it because of your habit. It's mostly for show - you both know he doesn't actually care - the arched brow he sends you isn't serious. You shoot a sly smile back, lifting yourself to sit on the edge of the counter, letting him come to stand between your parted legs as he towel dries his hair.

"Feeling better?" You ask, wiping the condensation from your beer bottle onto the towel that's wrapped around his waist and ignoring the indignant sound that he makes.

"Yea," he sighs. "But you didn't have to wait for me. It's late - you should be asleep."

"So should you," you shoot back. Dick doesn't quip back, though. Instead, he leans back onto his heels so that he can look at you, shaking his hair out and throwing the towel he'd been using over his shoulder as he eyes you. You grip the bottle tighter in your hand, the coldness seeping into your palm and chilling you. Having Dick Grayson look at you like that makes you feel naked, even if he's the only one wrapped in nothing but a towel.

"You seem very… okay with this," he says carefully.

"Would you like me to cry? Maybe scream a little?"

"Hm. Not particularly," he answers thoughtfully, his eyes still raking over your face.

"It's like I said, Dick. I had some idea. Sure, bumping into you in the mask was… surprising, but it's hard to keep a secret like that from someone you live with. You got a little sloppy sometimes." You point out. Dick hums thoughtfully, his hands gripping your waist as he watches you sip your drink.

"Are you angry at me?" He asks pointedly. "For not telling you. For keeping it a secret."

"Well, I would be - I don't appreciate being lied to, you know that. But mostly I'm… relieved." You trail off at the end, content to watch the beer swirl around your bottle instead of looking up at him. He lets you - for now.

"Relieved?" He questions gently, his thumbs running soothing circles over your skin where his hands are still placed firmly on your hips.

"Yea," you sigh. "Come on, Dick, you have to know how it looks…?" But when he doesn't respond, just looks at you patiently, you keep going. "You're out all night, avoiding my calls. You sneak in when the sun comes up and won't tell me where you've been. You dodge questions about it…"

"So…" Dick begins, clearly waiting for you to give him the final clue, you roll your eyes lovingly, looking at him finally.

"That all sounds like you're cheating on me, doesn't it?" You say plainly. His mouth drops open, his hands loosening their grip on your hips for a moment in shock before they tighten again, holding you as if he thinks you'll bolt if he doesn't.

"No," he rushes to say. "No, no - honey, I would never. I love you, you know that - don't you? Please tell me you know that. I would never do that to you. I would never hurt you like that." Dick's words all come out in a sort of jumbled rush, his eyes searching your face wildly for any sign that you believe him. You look at him sympathetically, reaching up with one hand to swipe the dripping curls out of his face.

"Well… you sort of already did do that to me. You weren't cheating - I know that now and I believe you, so don't sweat it, okay? But… I thought you were. For months." you tangle a hand into his hair as you speak, letting your nails scratch gently against his scalp in what Dick knows is supposed to be a soothing motion. It shouldn't be you, he thinks. It shouldn't be you having to comfort me for the things I've done.

"I'm… I'm so sorry, babe," he says simply, like all other words have become lost to him.

"It's ok," you answer breezily, and his shoulders relax a fraction when he realizes that it's only a little bit forced. "You were actually out there getting shot at and beaten up, so really I was worried for nothing, wasn't I?" Sarcasm seeps into your voice and Dick smiles sheepishly.

"I don't get beaten up every night. I'm just a bit more skilled than that."

"You'd better be."

Silence weighs down on the two of you after that, the severity of it all beginning to creep into your thoughts. Looking up at the man you love, you can't help but wonder what this changes between the two of you. He could die out there, you think. He could die for a cause greater than our love and I would have nothing left of him but a tarnished memory. It's not a conversation you're ready to have with him. Based on the way his fingers sink into the fat of your hips and he stares at you, Dick doesn't seem to be particularly ready to have that talk, either. Oh well. Hopefully he doesn't die before you can.

"Can I ask you something?" He offers quietly, and you hope desperately that it's a white flag of some sort, an offer to change the subject to something that doesn't make your stomach churn with worry.

"Go ahead."

"If you thought I was cheating on you, why did you… stay with me? Why did you put up with it? That… that doesn't really seem like you, babe." He winces after he says it, as if the way your brows shoot up at the question makes him wish he could take it all back. Not exactly the topic change you were hoping for.

"I'm not easy to love," you say simply. Dick looks a bit alarmed. "I thought maybe… it was fair of you. Maybe I was asking enough of you when I asked for you to love me at all. Maybe you deserved to go out at night and be with other people who weren't… so difficult."

The silence that drips between the two of you is icy. You sort of wished you'd just slapped him or something. Then that look on his face would make more sense. That awed, horrified, painful look.

"Do you really…" he says haltingly. "Do you really think that little of me? Do you - do you think that little of you?" You sigh, placing your beer on the counter beside you and hooking a finger into where his towel is wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you between your legs.

"I think that sometimes I assume things that I shouldn't. And this time, the person who usually talks me down from that was, well -" you gesture to Dick with the hand that's not still firmly holding him to you by his towel. "- the subject of those thoughts. I couldn't go to you about you. I was trying to figure it out on my own and, admittedly, I'm not always good at that."

"You never asked me to love you," he blurts out. "I begged you. I fell in love with you and I begged you to take me and it took months for you to say yes to me."

"Okay, yes, but -"

"You're more than I deserve. You're… you're everything to me, baby. Everything. Nothing in my life has ever been as easy as loving you."

"Now that just can't be true," You shoot back, but any malice in your voice is dissolved by the way he pressed his lips to your forehead, wrapping his arms around you to pull you impossibly close to him.

"All the things in my life that have gone so wrong," he says quietly, a shaky quality to his voice that you're not used to. "Loving you is so goddamn right. I'll spend the rest of my life proving that to you if you let me." You sigh against him at his words, your heart squeezing in your chest as you press your lips to his pec, littering kisses across the skin there.

"You don't have to work eternally to gain my love," you say gently. "It's already yours. I'm already yours."

"And only yours," he murmurs, his lips still planted firmly against your forehead. You huff out something that's almost a laugh.

"Of course," you say, and Dick finds himself eternally relieved that the easiness in your voice is much less forced now. "Only mine."

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simpforfandoms · 1 year

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Sign of the Times

This is literally the song of Achilles, legit plagiarism. All respect to Madeline Miller. I reread it, still as good as the first time reading it.

pairing: Dick Grayson x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: When you died, all things soft and beautiful would be buried with you.

warnings: ooc dick, plagiarism (all creds to Madeline Miller), does not follow canon

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“Name one hero who was happy.” He says, laying down in the field with you.

You considered it. “You can't.” He was sitting up now, leaning forward. “I can't.” You echoed. “I know. They never let you be famous AND happy.” He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret." "Tell me." You loved it when he was like this. "I'm going to be the first." He took your pinky and interlaced it with his. "Promise it." "Why me?" "Because you're the reason.” He said as a matter of factly, “promise it." "I promise," You said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes. "I know I’ll be happy as long as I’m with you," he stated. You and he sat like that for a moment, hands touching.

…

Joker was on the loose again. This time taking over Gotham. Bruce, Jason, Tim, Damian, Cassandra, Duke, and Stephanie were all in danger. Dick is their only hope now.

“Don’t let them die because of his madness. They have done nothing but love you.”

"Love me? Not one of them stood with me against Bruce. Not one of them defended me." The bitterness in his tone shocked you. "They stood by and let him insult me. As if he were right! I have been there for them for years and their repayment is to get rid of me." His eyes had gone dark and distant. "They have made their choice. I have made mine."

"They’re still our family!”

"They can save themselves." He would have walked away, had you not grabbed his arm.

"You are destroying yourself. Please, if you-"

"Y/n." The word was sharp, as he had never spoken it. His eyes looked down on you, "I will not do this. Do not ask again."

You try to find the words to get through to him. Maybe there was none. He would not fight. They would die with no mercy. You search your brain for anything at all that could reason with him.

“For me then,” you said, “Save them for me.”

He looked down at you. You saw what your words had meant to him. The struggle in his eyes. He swallowed.

“Anything else? Anything. But not this. I can’t”

You looked at his beautiful face, “if you love me-“

“No!” He yelled. “You do not get to do that. You don’t get to pick and choose what battles you want me to fight.”

“Fine then. Their blood will be on your hands.” You let out.

He huffs and then leaves for the bedroom. You watch him leave. Your stomach feels burned to cinders; your palms ache where your nails have cut into them. Your rage towards him is hot as blood. You will never forgive him, you think. You imagine locking yourself in the bathroom, smashing every picture you have together, then stabbing yourself in the stomach and bleeding to death. You want to see his face broken with grief and regret. You want to shatter the cold mask of stone that has sipped down over the boy you knew. You do not know this man. He is no one you have ever seen before. A once innocent boy is now consumed by an unexplainable rage. He has given up on them. His family. Deliberately sending them off to their doom. If he does not help them, then you will.

…

A series of events have led you to your current situation. Your hand lifted, holding a gun in threat. One thing led to another and now you're pointing a gun at Joker.

You imagine how Dick would do it, feet planted to the ground, back muscles twisting. He would throw the gun and take down Joker in a more reasonable way. Without death. But you are not Dick. What you do is something, your only chance at survival. His henchmen are almost there. You’re wasting time. You shoot the pistol.

It hits his head. You have killed the Clown Prince of Crime, the joker. You hear the shouts, men swarming around you. You had lost control. Killing a man with no remorse. Someone you never imagined doing. The worst part is that you do not feel regret. This is the man that for years has killed innocent people. For years had tortured your family. Your only med of survival now is to run.

You lunge on your feet. Through the haze of terror, you see a man firing a gun at you. You dodge the bullet, shocked you are not dead already. You have never been so fast in all your life. Wally would be proud.

Then, a bullet comes from behind. You do not see it, but you hear it. It pierces the skin of your back. You stumble, driven forward by the blow's force, by the shock of the tearing pain and the burning numbness in your stomach. The blood gushes out onto your shirt. You think you scream.

“She’s mine.” You hear a cold voice.

The blood runs through your hands onto the earth below. The henchmen part and you see a woman in purple walking toward you. You know her. Punchline. Alexis Kaye. Joker’s girlfriend. She does not look at the men who surround her; she walks as if she were alone on the battlefield. She is coming to kill you, as a reparation for your sin.

Your breaths are shallow gasps that feel like new wounds tearing. Desperately, you turn to the men around you and scrabble at their knees.

“Please,” you croak. “Please.”

She is close now, her gun raised. The only sound you hear is your own heavy lungs. Punchline's gun lifts over you. And then it fires towards you.

“No.” You scream, to no avail.

Your hands flurry in the air like startled birds, trying to stop the bullets' relentless movement toward your heart. It submerges in a sear of pain so great that your breath stops, a boil of agony that bursts over your whole body. Your head drops back against the ground, and the last image you see is her, leaning over you, smiling a sadistic smile, one that will haunt you. The last thing you think of is Dick. Oh, how you love him.

…

As soon as Dick realized you had left he rushed over to Gotham. He was so angry at himself for not listening to you. If he did, you wouldn’t be put in harm's way. He texted every member of his family to be on the lookout for you. Praying to the heavens above that you were safe. By the time he arrives, the people are celebrating. Joker is dead. The battle is won, but the war is far from over.

He knows he should feel relieved and happy, but he cannot. There is a numbness in him. Something has happened. What? He does not know. You will be able to tell him. He’s sure of it. Still, the pit in his stomach lingers. He cannot help but feel worried.

Then he gets a text from Jason saying they found you and to go to the Batcave immediately.

So he does. The worry only grows as he rushes out of his car.

Then he sees it.

A blood-stained cloth on top of a body. The realization crashes upon him, making him lose his breath. He runs towards the body, throwing Jason and Bruce out of the way. He falls onto the body.

Your body.

He removes the cloth just to make sure his thoughts are not deceiving him. A scream erupts. And then another, and another. He hastily cradles your head in his hands. He says your name. Over and over again. Until it is the only sound.

Bruce urges him to let go of you. But he would not let go of you. He cannot. He holds you so tightly, your dead body can feel his heartbeat. He weeps. He cradles you. He can not speak another word other than your name. His tears fall but you cannot wipe them.

It’s all his fault. He should’ve just listened to you. He should have been there. He was selfish and arrogant.

Eventually, he utters something other than your name.

“Who did this?” His voice is a terrible thing, cracked and broken

“Punchline,” Damian says.

Dick’s gaze hardens. Fantasizing about all the ways he can exact his revenge. Bruce takes a step forward, placing his hand on Dick’s shoulder.

“Don’t touch me!” Dick yells.

Bruce draws back, watching his grip grow tighter on you, “don’t kill her.”

Instead of replying Dick just looks at him with so much anger and regret.

“She’ll kill you, Dick.”

“Do you think I don’t want that?” He looks up to Bruce, blood, your blood all over him. A truly broken man sits before Bruce. A man that has lost everything.

He had lost you. His love. His soulmate. His world.

Gone.

Irrevocably and forever.

…

“Punchline!” he screams. “Punchline!”

He tears through the henchmen guarding her, shattering collar bones and faces, marking them with his fury.

Punchline calls attention to herself by running away. Any other day she would take him on, but this time he is consumed by a rage that she has never seen. It scares her. No one thinks that it is cowardly for her to run. She will not live if she is caught. She knows that. Chest heaving, she races towards the fire escape. Dick runs to follow. Then a figure emerges. Shaped like a man in a bat suit.

Nightwing’s face is consumed by rage, “you will not keep her from me.”

“Killing her won’t end your pain.” The dark knight says.

Dick steps closer to him and raises his fists. Batman swings his fist. Nightwing ducks then rolls forward over the returning whistle of a second swing. He gains his feet and strikes, whipping toward Batman’s chest. Easily, almost casually, the knight twists away.

Batman attacks. His punches force Dick backward. He must spring away at each punch. Dick eventually finds the space to counterattack. Batman catches every blow, forcing Dick to move faster and faster. Bruce is old, he knows every trick there is in the book, and there is nothing new to him. Nightwing begins to slow, worn out from the fighting. Batman seems to be relieved at how often he seems to duck rather than meet his blows. Dicks face is contorted with effect and focus. He is fighting at the edge, at the very edge of his power. He is not, after all, Batman.

He’s gathering himself, preparing one final blow, a desperate attack. He begins the pass, fists blaring toward Bruce’s head. For a second, Bruce must dodge to avoid it. That is the moment he needs. He grabs a discarded piece of rumple and strikes. A gash flowers in Bruce’s side. He will not die though. But he must limp away, weakened and weary.

Dick’s face is sweat-streaked, his breaths harsh, but he continues running.

“Punchline!” He screams.

The hunt begins again. It is only punchline he wants. Punchline, and Punchline alone. When she is dead, he will stop.

There is a roof on top of the building. Too tall to jump off of. Too late to turn back. It is there that Alexis stops running. Two people face each other. One of them is light. She wears a purple and black outfit with red cheeks painted red.

The other one’s face is twisted almost beyond recognition. His blood still pumping from his fight with his father figure. Alexis’ eyes are wide, but she will not run any longer.

She says, “Grant me this, bury me with Joker when you have killed me.”

Dick makes a choking sound, “There is no comprise. I will kill you then I will burn you to insure you can never come back.”

He leaps forward with a knife he has been holding and slices her throat. Letting her bleed out to death. Just like how she let you bleed to death.

…

Dick returns to the cave, where your body waits. His hands are bloody. His family is waiting for him. They know not to say anything. It is done. The war is over. But at what cost?

It is Alfred that breaks the silence, “go bathe and rest yourself, master Dick.”

Dick pushes through them and heads up to the manor.

…

Your eulogy was beautiful. Dick could not bring himself to do it, knowing your death was his fault. He made Jason do it. Knowing you were the closest with him. You had no biological family, but you often referred to them as your family. And they truly were. Everyone adored you and loved you. At the after-party, Dick just sits on the sofa staring off into space, now and then looking up and thanking people for their condolences.

“Master Richard” Alfred calls him, holding a plate, “will you not eat?”

“You know I won’t.”

Alfred touches his hand to his shoulder. He flinches.

“Stop”

Alfred’s face goes blank for a second.

When he speaks, his voice is hard, “You have killed her and taken your vengeance. It is enough. Stop punishing yourself.”

“It will never be enough,” Dick says.

“It is the greatest grief to be left on earth while the other one is gone. But let there be comfort in the fact that her memory will live on.” Alfred states.

Dick sighs. He knows that after this he must go home to an empty house. Pictures reminding him of you. He can’t do it anymore. He won’t. Life is unbearable without you. He was stupid to take you for granted. He had spent his whole life loving you. He has no idea how to live it without you. Perhaps he isn’t supposed to.

…

Word spread to Blüdhaven what Nightwing had done. Nightwing was now not a foe to death. Many villains, fearing for their life, escaped to neighboring cities where they know they will not be killed. But oh not Blockbuster. He’d kill Nightwing before he ever got the chance to kill him. Blockbuster aims. Then the bullet flies, straight and silently towards Dick’s back.

He hears the faint hum of its passage a second before it strikes. He turns his head a little, as to watch it come. He closes his eyes and feels it push through his skin, parting muscles, working its way past his ribs. Then, at last, it reaches his heart. Blood spills between his shoulder blades. Thick and crimson. Dick smiles as his face strikes the earth.

…

In the darkness, two shadows reached through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun

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