#dick grayson fluff
S = Smut A = Angst F = Fluff AR = Answered Request
Red Hood/Jason Todd
Two Hoods, One Revenge (S)
Supply Shop (S)
He Needs Me
Midnight Run (Implied S)
Your Favorite Game (S)
Welcome to Gotham (F)
Race to the Top (S)
He Has Me (A, S)
Breathe (A, F, Implied S)
Familiar (F, S, A)
All Day (S, Drabble)
Reminiscing (S, Drabble)
Don’t Make Me Love You (Angel/Demon AU, A, F, Challenge)
Tame the Wild (S)
Hey Bartender (A)
Hickey Victory (F)
Compromise (A, F, needles)
I Can Save You (A, F, needles and influenza)
We’re Closed (Plot, F, implied S)
The Best of Darkness (S)
Midnight Vibrations (New Years, S)
Something Like That (Roommate Fluff, A, implied S)
Arrangement (Money A, F, S) [Complete]
Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
A Night at the Theater (S)
Other: Original Work and Series
Batfam: Imagine Thanksgiving
A Nightly Affair: (S) Nightwing keeps mistaking your apartment for his and you two grow very close. Very. Close. So close as to put you in danger, unless Nightwing can find you first. [Series Masterlist]
The Kissing Thief: (S) Y/N gets fed up with Dick Grayson hiding mistletoe all over the manor, and suggests an alternate activity. The ‘alternate activity’ continues all year. No plot, just smut and fluff. [Series Masterlist]
ABC’s of Jason Todd: An alternate NSFW alphabet mixed with fluff, angst, and of course, smut.
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Not smut but potentially one with Dick where him and the reader are keeping their relationship a secret and she stays over at his (😉) and in the morning they’re off to brunch with friends so try and enter the place at different times etc to not give it away that they came together and they think they’re safe until one of the gang says “hey! Isn’t that Dicks sweatshirt y/n?” And she gets all red and flustered - lol idk but that would be hella cute!
oh but there’ll be smut bc I combined it with this one, this is filth with some angst and then some fluff and it’s a rollercoaster
warnings: smut, swearing, 18+
word count: like 2,5k
Love can be too complicated. Relationships are complicated. Dick Grayson was complicated. So much so that you preferred to keep it a secret.
Easier than having to explain to the world that in reality the feelings you had always had for him were never negative, they had always been awe and sometimes a little contempt, but you supposed that it was given to the fact that Dick was someone you thought you couldn’t have.
You hated that he was so perfect. It was a compliment to hate him, now you knew. He was always there with his perfect eyes that could kill you with just one look. That smile that could manipulate you. Make a fool out of you.
We are talking about Dick Grayson, who really has got a bunch of problems, with the lack of love he had when growing up and the big abandonment issues, thanks, Batman. Always wanting to be alone.
Neither of you wanted to explain to the world that your whole act of hating the other was nothing more than a façade for the crush you both had towards the other and how much it frustrated that you couldn’t have the other. The nerves you would get whenever you saw him, all flustered, maybe that was why it was easier to insult him so that he would let you believe that you hated him and make you believe that you were not deeply in love with him.
How did you both reach that conclusion? How did you both realize that you were both desperately in love with each other? Being alone, what that can be. One thing led to another and as the big drama queens you both were, you’d both searched for the other in a stormy night just to end up making out with your clothes on the floor.
But you needed to keep that a secret, mostly because neither of you could understand how you could be so fond of someone who’d constantly make you lose your temper. Because you’re so alike, stubborn and incredibly bossy.
Add to all of that, it’s Dick Grayson who we are talking about. He loves to make a big deal out of everything. But of course that’s only because he cares enough. Too much sometimes for your own convenience.
There were still a lot of things you despised about him. Like whenever he would always be wrong, even when he is right. Or the way he’d make you smile even if you had basically ended an argument.
The fact that at the end of the day, he was still a sweetheart.
But you had to hide it. Because you loved him. And who in this world understands love? You didn’t want anyone trying to explain it to you. You liked to figure it out on your own.
Besides hiding made it way much more interesting. It was a challenge. Even spiced things up in the relationship. You still hated him, to everyone else. And he still hated you. And sometimes you knew you both did hate each other, not pretending. So annoyed by each other’s presence because you’re both so equal yet so different.
And you were very good at hiding it. Even when you couldn’t quite keep your hands to yourself. You’d manage to keep up the hating relationship to a certain level where they wouldn’t even think you’d ever be in the same room alone.
Sometimes the arguments would go a bit too far, but you’d end up apologizing and making it up in bed.
Just like you probably were going to, now. Rachel was there, watching you both make an argument about how stupid having brunch and inviting Jason Todd, whom you were pushing to get into the group. He was a nice addition.
Rachel was sitting with her feet up on the couch, as she was watching some videos on her phone, ignoring you both. However, truth to be told, you had almost forgotten that Rachel was there and it had kind of turned into a real fight.
“I don’t want anything to do with Bruce Wayne, and Jason—Jason still has everything to do with him!” Dick yelled.
You closed your eyes, “Oh my God, Dick, you’re not— this is what all of this is about?”
Dick rolled his eyes. “No, but I… I don’t even know why we’re having this conversation. This is stupid–I…I am going home. Fuck Batman.”
You knew why this was happening, he saw himself in Jason Todd, he saw it too badly. But he saw a lot of things he never had had with Bruce and that bothered him, and that made Dick despise him even more.
And you were home, and you were supposed to stay at home. Sleepover with young Rachel, you guys loved those, they meant fun nights.
You watched Dick storm off and slam the door. You wondered if it was part of the act or if he really meant it. Dick didn’t know Rachel knew. You knew she knew.
You squeezed your eyes shut.
“You guys really hate each other don’t you?” Rachel asked you, she was going to stay the night.
“You’ve no idea.”
“But he didn’t mind about the brunch.”
You shrugged. “Thought he didn’t. But now he’s angry we are all spending it together like a big happy family.”
“Go, fix it, I’ll start the movie and you can come back later.”
Rachel, you knew, was probably very aware of the real situation, not because you’d told her but you couldn’t possibly lie to her, but she hid it from everyone else, knowing damn well you’d been hiding it for a reason.But you had never adressed it, and she had never asked about it. Maybe she didn’t know. You both were very convincing when it came to making everyone believe you hated each other.
So you did as she said, you followed after him to his car. You hopped in.
“I know,” you said. “You can start driving, I’m coming with you.” Dick stared at you. You pointed at the road.
He clenched his jaw but started the car.
“Go to Wayne Manor,” you ordered.
“Batcave, more specifically,” you added. He stared at you. You smirked, running your hand through his thgh, and you could easily see a bulge forming in his pants. “Fuck Batman, right?”
He started driving as fast as he could and you let your fingers walk down his leg.
“I’m not in the mood,” he snarled, but you looked down at the growing length.
“Seems like you are, though,” you pointed out, and you chuckled, leaning over to peck his cheek. He cleared his throat. But drove fast enough, you’d tease him, running your fingers through his arm, to his chest and to his leg, nowhere close, but enough to get him flustered.
The Batcave, it gave you such a challenge. It was incredibly hot, to think you were sneaking there. As soon as he hit the brakes, he turned to you and unbuttoned your blouse, as he jumped over you, kissing your lips and trailing his way down to your neck, you moaned closing your eyes. The way he kissed you was always a new experience.
“Wait– Dick,” you managed to say as he was already grinding against you, his hands pressing your breasts. He was sucking on your collarbone as you let out a soft gasp. “Want to piss off Batman more?”
His eyes, filled with fire turned to you, as he just shot an eyebrow up.
“Let’s go to the Batmobile,” and there’s a sound in your voice that made you sound even more into it than you actually were. If we were honest, you feared getting caught but, of course, it would make it a thousand per cent even more interesting.
And in no time, he picked you up and opened up the doors to it, setting you down. It’s smaller than Dick’s but it doesn’t matter, because with no further ado, Dick pulled down your underwear and he’s set between your tighs. He kept kissing you and his fingers pinched your breasts, you could feel his hot breath as he pulled the seat down, making it easier for both of you. The reducted space pulled you even closer. Your legs were snaking around him as he kissed from the space between your breasts to your stomach. You looked up and took off his shirt, clawing your nails into his back as you pulled him down to your lips. His own hands were caressing your legs, his fingers toying with you.
Your lips were focused on his neck now, trailing wet kisses over it, and your hands were going down to knead his ass, as he was grinding into you, causing friction to your core, as the bulge on his pants kept growing.
“Oh my god,” you moaned, as you were unbuckling his belt with desperation. You were in such an ecstasy as you accidentally hit a button. The car announced ‘error’ but you were too busy as his cock had popped out. His fingers grazed over your wetness as his tip teased your clit. He loved teasing you.
“Say it,” he ordered.
“I need you, now,” you pleaded and he finally thrust into you. He started panting as he started to move inside, finding a slow soothing rhythm. A smug smirk upon his face as you’re moaning his name. He was cursing profanities and then yelling your name. You see the car windows blurring up, as you try to keep yourself comfortable. Your hand found the window but you pulled it back down, leaving a mark of your fingers all over it.
He was fast and his fingers are all over you, edging you close each time he drew circles on your clit. And he loved seeing your face as you’re at your bliss, and he began slowing down his pace as his own back was arching. But he started to thrust even deeper, as your toes start to curl. You came first, but that was the cue he needed for his own high.his hot breath deep on your neck. He yelled your name in pleasure and then found your neck with his lips, peppering kisses all over it, just as he pulled out from you. Your chest was pounding as you watched him.
“I love you, y/n,” he whispered, causing a short laugh from you, catching your breath.
“For what? For helping you break the rules?” You grinned looking up at him, and he kissed your lips again.
“Making everything fun,” he laughed. “Did… did… you push any buttons?”
You turned to look at the board, embarrassed. “Maybe, a thing or two.”
And both of you heard footsteps.“Shit, shit, shit,” Dick pulled up his pants and buttoned your shirt back on, you both quickly ran out of the car and you hid on Dick’s backseat, as he tried to make himself presentable, but the sweat and his panting were not easy to hide.
It was Alfred. “Master didn’t know you were coming.”
Dick cleared his throat. “I was—“ he ran a hand through his hair. “I was just—going to check on some information regarding the—uh, case with Mikron O’Jeneus.”
Alfred stared at Dick’s car where you were holding your breath, praying to all known deities that he wouldn’t catch you.
“Alright ” Alfred nodded. “Whenever you get the chance, please send my regards to Miss Y/N, you and her seem to be close lately.”
Dick blushed and gulped. “We are—working together on the case, that’s all,” He assured him.
Alfred nodded. “Alright, master Grayson.”
When Alfred was gone, you both laughed in the car. He went to his place where round two happened, nothing wild, it was simpler and more romantic. Dick had managed to now make it more soothing, apologizing for his bitching attitude and smiling each time he kissed you. And that was the sweetheart you knew, it was fun, the vigilante and the dark Dick but then turning him into the beautiful thing he was. You loved him for both, both ‘Dicks’ were fun, and you knew you needed his lips, and you knew he meant it every time he said he loved you, because each time it was different and like hearing it for the first time.
And the morning had consisted of him peppering you with new kisses, he’d invent one each morning. It was a routine, making each kiss special each time you woke up by his side. As he managed to take your breath away with that smile that was reserved only for you. And you were lucky because he truly never smiled the way he did to you. And you were sure that nobody truly saw hi the way you did, as the blinds would let in the light so the sunlight bathed him and only him.
He had pecked all over your face, tickling you as he did. “You’re an idiot,” you stated, which was your way of telling him you loved him.
“I know,” he grinned, that was the way he said it back.
And he agreed to the brunch, at the end. But you both had to be careful, so when you arrived he dropped you a block away from it, the price you had to pay for wanting to keep your relationship private. He walked into the place first, and you found a place beside Kori.
You grinned as you said hello to everyone, and then you turned stiff when your eyes landed on Dick. “Grayson.”
“Y/L/N,” He didn’t even look up.
Jason Todd watched you both, “Please act decent,” he pleaded. “Don’t fight here.”
“Yeah, yeah, you guys are so annoying,” Gar pointed out.
Dick rolled his eyes. “We are adults, at least I’ll act like one, don’t worry.”
You flipped him off, rolling your eyes, as you stole from Kori’s mimosa, taking a sip.
“That’s mine,” she complained but ignored.
Rachel stared at you. “Hey, y/n, why didn’t you come back home last night?” She asked.
You almost spat your drink. “I did! You didn’t hear me and I woke up early for a run,” you lied.
“Are you sure?” Kori pushed. “Because Alfred told me he saw you and Dick at the manor.”
Dick laughed, nervously. “Why would I be with her at the manor?”
“I dunno,” Kori smirked. “Same reason as to why she’s wearing your sweatshirt?”
Both you and Dick froze.You stared down at your clothes, and you were indeed wearing a sweatshirt of his.
“Busted,” all of them said.
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Everything to Him
Summary: People think that Dick skimped out on the engagement ring he gave you, but you know the real story
Word Count: 605
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This morning alone you’d seen three different tabloids with your hand on the cover. You were just happy you’d gotten a manicure before any of those pictures were taken. They all read basically the same title: WAYNE SON GIVES LOUSY ROCK, MARRIAGE DOOMED TO FAIL?
Knowing the Wayne fortune, everybody expected Dick to buy you an impressively expensive engagement ring. You never expected anything fancy, and you certainly never expected this ring.
“I can’t believe he gave you that pebble! I mean, come on, he was adopted by the Bruce Wayne. He’s got to have the cash for a real rock,” Lauren complained at you when you sat down for lunch.
“You just don’t get it,” you tried to calm her before she really said something nasty. You’d been friends for years, but knew if she tried to turn this ring into something ugly, you were going to be angry, and your relationship might not survive the fight.
“No, you don’t get it, Y/N,” she interjected. She always seemed to talk with such a condescending tone when she got into one of these moods. “That ring says you aren’t worth the time or money to him to pick out something good.”
Now you were angry. Who is anyone to say that you don’t mean anything to Dick. You knew tabloid rumors would forever be a part of your life with him, but to have it coming from a friend too was just too much.
“I love this ring. I love it because Dick gave it to me and because I know what it means,” you angrily defended yourself. “This ring means everything to Dick. It was his mother’s ring and is one of the last tangible things he has of his parents. The fact that he wanted to give it to me means I am worth so much more to him than any dollar amount.
“I love that every single time he looks at it on my finger, he gets this proud little smile on his face. I love that when he gave it to me, I could see the tears and conviction in his eyes that he knew this is what he wanted. I love that this ring means everything to Dick and by giving it to me, I know without a doubt that I mean everything to him too. Giving me this ring is as close as him physically giving me his heart, and if you are too superficial to understand that, you never knew me.”
She sat there speechless before getting up while muttering an apology. You knew she was embarrassed, but you were hurt that even a friend would think you were a superficial gold digger, only after the social and financial status that came with being with Dick.
You had calmed down by the time you got home, where you found Dick browsing on his phone on the couch. When he looked up to see you, he had that proud little smile on that you loved so much.
“News alert on my phone says you went on a rant at Lauren at lunch about your ring,” he started.
You sat yourself next to him before explaining, “Yeah, I kinda did. Just like everybody else, she didn’t get how special my ring is. She said I wasn’t worth the time or money for you to find a suitable one, and I just lost it. This ring means everything to you and by giving it to me, so do I. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”
“You do mean everything to me,” he said, pulling you in for a long kiss.
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Bruce Wayne’s First Grey Hair
When Bruce’s first grey hair peeks out, the boys have Opinions.
Dick: Supportive, but stupid.
Dick casually leaves pictures of hot men with greying hair as if to show Bruce that This Is Not The End. It didn’t help Bruce’s blood pressure that one of these pictures was of Slade Wilson.
Jason keeps leaving pamphlets for old folks homes in the Batcave. For Halloween, he showed up dressed as the grim reaper and followed Bruce around.
He asked Bruce if he could have a sample to examine, and was promptly denied. He then bought Bruce different colours of hair dye and asked if he would ever consider going blonde. Bruce was Not Pleased.
Damian sees the grey hair as Bruce’s inevitable march towards old age and death. He therefore takes care of his old, ailing, Father by pulling up chairs for him and leaving laxatives on the nightstand. He also booked the Lazarus Pit, just in case.
Bruce: Thinks his sons are stupid, and tells Cassandra that she is his favorite child.
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bruce: we have to talk about patrol now, i'm not mad i just need to know what happened and why
jason, under his breath: dick do not break. we say nothing
dick, physically shaking: i- i- TIM AND DAMIAN SAID-
damian: *knocks dick out*
bruce: you can't keep knocking him out boys there could be brain damage
tim: snitches get stitches.
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How about Dick and reader used to date but Dick broke it off because she deserved better or some BS! Titans don’t know and they’re all drinking and playing never have I ever to get Dick drunk by saying “never have I been in the bay cave” or “never have I driven the batmobile” but reader keeps drinking too then they say “never have I waltzed” and both dick and reader drink and she admits dick taught her and they have to dance to prove it and it’s angsty/cute as they’re clearly in love still!!!
warnings: drinking, swearing
word count: 2.3k
Still Burning. Dick Grayson x Reader
I SERIOUSLY LOVED WRITING THIS ONE!!!
Nobody can really answer how to heal a broken heart. Had you known, you wouldn’t be trapped in such a mess. But you chose to hide it. That’s the best one does sometimes. Where do they go? Our feelings, the broken hearts? They remain there, silently making you remember and stabbing with memories that will make you hold on forever.
Dick was one of those stories you liked to keep to yourself. He did, too. Sometimes it’s difficult to admit it. Maybe it was for the best. But sometimes, you liked to remember that smile, which you barely saw anymore.
It was difficult. But it was for the best.
It truly was. Especially because both of you had decided to, for sometime, keep away from each other. You had your reasons. He said he had become too much like someone he once admired. He said you deserved better, but did you?
You were both made out of the same piece, but carved with a different sight. But it hurt to know that you were only someone he would ignore, that he wouldn’t talk about anymore. And it hurt to think that you could still taste his lips on the tip of your tongue. And it would’ve been easier to move on had he not searched for you to help him. Donna had warned you he’d come. Dawn, too. Everyone warned you he’d come back. But he didn’t come they way you expected him to.
And he eventually did come and ask for help, because that’s what you were supposed to do, always. Help each other. Because that’s who you were first and foremost. Friends who helped each other. Even after all the fights. Even after he broke your heart. He didn’t come to fix your broken heart.
Dick said his biggest talent involved leaving. You said it was coming up with bullshit to leave.
But you still remembered your teenage years, escaping together and rushing everywhere. Lifting your hands up in the air while he blasted your favorite music. You remembered your first kiss and the way he had blushed after it. You remembered the fights and the good times. But you also remembered how he broke up with you on your 21st birthday, breaking your heart as you were left with a dozen roses on your hands but a million tears coming from your eyes.
But there you were now, with a beer on your hand, as you had your legs crossed. You needed time to relax, you barely did that anymore. It was always helping out someone, or taking someone down. But Dick and you barely talked about the past. You used to work with each other, that was the statement.
You stared at him, he was relaxed. You hadn’t done this in a while, just sit down and have a beer. Kory brought up a tequila bottle, too. The younger ones were too busy eating flaming hot Cheetos.
“You guys are boring,” commented Jason Todd, watching as you were sipping from your beer. You listened to the faint music playing on the background.
“Are we?” Kory asked. The music sounded glitched.
“Very,” Gar agreed. “You just drink.”
You let out a soft laugh. “Adults do that, we just have enough trouble already that we just… drink it.”
“No need to make stupid excuses like when we were young, no beer pong, no card games,” Dick continued. “Just…drinking.”
“Hm,” Rachel laughed before taking a bite of her waffle. “I think we should play never have I ever.”
You laughed, “haven’t played that one in a while.”
Dick frowned. “Those games end up on trying to get only someone in particular drunk.”
To which Jason smirked, he poured a glass of soda for him, Rachel and Gar. Rachel and Gar joined you at the table.
Jason brought shot glasses for Dick, Kory and you. Kory and you gave each other a glance.
“No, not doing this.” Dick rolled his eyes.
“Oh come on, Dick, relax a little,” Kory chuckled, “don’t you remember doing this kind of stuff in your teenage years? Stupid games?”
You stared at him, remembering all the times you used to have that kind of fun.
“Didn’t you have any fun?” Pushed Jason. “Is that why you’re always so grumpy?”
“I had fun,” Dick cleared his throat, quickly glancing at you.
You chuckled. “Fine, fill it up.”
Jason poured the three of you tequila, and then changed the song, a familiar guitar sounded. Let it Rock by The Rolling Stones started playing.
“Fine, Let’s start with something…. Rach? You wanna start?” Jason suggested.
Rachel chuckled, and rolled her eyes. “Never…”she gave it a thought. “Never have I ever eaten dog or cat food.”
“Am I supposed to—do something if I have?” Gar asked. He drank from his soda.
“Oh my god!” You laughed. “Why am I not surprised?”
Gar laughed. “Well, well, it’s my turn now… never have I ever… met Batman.”
“Oh, come on,” Dick rolled his eyes.
“Bottoms up, Grayson,” Jason said as he took a sip and Dick drank from his shot. You took a sip as well.
“You’ve met Batman?” Asked Kory.
You winked. “Yeah, we were on a first name basis and everything,” you chuckled, Dick looked away. “But yeah. I once worked with Batman.”
“Worked?” Jason blinked. “With?”
You took a sip from your beer. “Oh sorry, you felt special?”
Jason nodded. “Well I kind of did.”
Dick rolled his eyes. “Keep up with it.”
Maybe you were meant to be just as damaged as Dick was, but you had decided to move on. You never wanted to be bossed around.
“Never have I ever…” Kory started. “Driven the batmobile.”
Jason laughed as he shook his head. “He never let me.”
Dick took another shot, you took another one, too.
Rach raised her eyebrow at you. “What?”
You just winked at her.
“No, wait I wanna know why!” Jason laughed.
“Oh—“you laughed. Dick turned red. “I—well, you know, Gotham had —this thing, and Batman—or maybe it was—This other thing and when it happened I—I drove it.”
You were such a bad liar. But they didn’t push it. And you only stared at Dick, who took a deep breath.
You were taken back to that one time. Where Dick let you drive it, you were sitting on his lap and you remembered how fast it went, only seeing the lights passing through. You remembered screaming with pure joy and excitement and adrenaline. You remembered how you felt his hands on yours while you were crossing Gotham city, and how your stomach was filled with butterflies, and how his head was on your shoulder. And maybe this exact song was playing, or something familiar to it, because piano was trembling in your ears.
“Never have I ever… been in the bat cave,” laughed Gar.
Jason laughed. “I’m so glad this is Dr. Pepper.”
Dick scoffed and took another shot. “Ha ha.” He rolled his eyes.
You took a shot, too. How many times hadn’t you sneaked on to the Batcave, and done stupid childish stuff. Like playing 80’s music and dancing to it. ‘I think we’re alone now’ was one you remembered the most. It was fun. Neither of you were good dancers but it was worth it.
And they said some others.
And you continued. It seemed to be innocent enough. Start me up was now playing in the background.
The game was a constant throwing at everyone, making sure Dick was getting completely wasted. Problem was, some, if not most of them dragged you with them as well, you had spent so much time with him.
And you were both wasted, and your giggling had started. He had loosened up, too, and somehow you both ended up with your feet on the couch, trying to avoid
“Ah, come on, come on,” Dick pushed. “Can we stop making fun of my life?”
“Mr. Millionaire, we are soooorry Master Grayson,” Kory mocked, slightly drunk herself. You laughed, watching Dick. You hadn’t been this close since your breakup.
But you knew you were still smitten with him, he could tell,you guessed. He still knew you, perfectly. And he knew that even the way he was holding his cold beer had you thinking. How cruel was it that you had to avoid even staring at him when he once loved you.
“Never have I ever—waltzed,” Gar smirked, the music had finally stopped.
Dick chuckled. “Fuck off, man,” he rolled his eyes, before taking a sip.
You looked down at your drink and then took a sip.
“You’ve waltzed?” Kory laughed. “What have you been hiding from us? I didn’t know you had that many things in common with Grayson?”
Maybe it was the alcohol speaking for itself but you stared at Dick. “Yeah, he—he,” you shrugged. “He actually taught me how to waltz.”
Dick took a deep breath, running his hand through his face.
“He did?” Rach questioned.
You shrugged. “Yeah, he’s a great dancer.”
“Show us, I don’t quite believe it,” sassed Kory.
Dick rolled his eyes. “I think we’ve had enough.” He stood up, nervously. It seemed like every time you had both had a shot, he was getting more and more nervous, like someone was stabbing him each time with more memories. But you didn’t understand why he was angry, he was the one who blew things off.
You shook your head. “You’ll have to take my word for it.”
“I really don’t believe it,” Rach pushed.
You shrugged. “I wouldn’t either.”
“C’mon, show us!” Kory pushed.
“Yes, what could you lose? I want to see the amazing Richard Grayson waltzing, and I want to see how great a teacher he was,“said Garfield.
Dick blushed slightly. “No, it’s alright,” Dick grinned. “Let’s… let’s see if they can learn a thing or two.”
You shook your head. “You don’t have to do this.”
Dick smiled at you, standing up. “No, no, you know they won’t shut up if we don’t do it,” he was drunk, you could tell by his raspy voice as he offered you a hand. You laughed, shaking your head but he pleaded again. “Please?”
“Fine,” you gave him your hand as he helped you stand up.
Dick watched them. “It’s not that complicated to waltz,” Dick explained. “Not really,” he continued as he placed himself in front of you. “The lady places herself slightly to the left of the leading gentleman,” he informed as he moved just a bit to your right. You stared at his eyes and then at his lips, you saw him gulp. “Six basic steps, and… you’re good.”
“Should we bring in a candle?” you chuckled. And he grinned.
“Ah, yes, yes,” Dick laughed. “Bring in a candle, that’s a good idea since we’re both wasted.”
You sighed. “But it wouldn’t matter if you’re with…”
“The perfect partner,” He finished your sentence, a faint smile forming. “Yeah.”
“What’s that about?” Questioned Kory.
“Well, you see… They use a… a candle, it’s the true test, one has to be as swift, and perfect and so delicate and so smooth, but the candle flame will not be extinguished in the hand of the leading partner,” he explained.
“Let’s bring in a candle!” Jason ordered. “Let’s put them to the test.”
Kory laughed to herself. “You’re joking, right?”
But Jason had brought in a candle already, they lit it up and Dick picked it up. He placed it within your hands and he took a deep breath.
“We might… um we might need some music,” he asked, while not taking his eyes off of yours. “Waltz number two by Dmitri Shostakovich,” said Dick and Rachel played it on the stereo.
His hand was finally placed on your back, and you gently posed yours on his shoulder as soon as the first notes started to play. You felt like all the alcohol had been sucked out of your body. But he smoothly started to dance around the room. You knew they were staring as he kept leading you as you danced, and it felt like the old times. But it felt like you were both trying to prove something to each other, as if you were both dancing away from the memories or as if you both were trying to hide from everyone else. As if you were both accusing each other with the dance, having a conversation each time you stepped, he was trying to apologize and you were trying to beg him to come just slightly closer. His eyes were fierce and dark and he wouldn’t take them off you, but you would turn away sometimes.
And the world was spinning around you, and the flame had not extinguished, it had remained firing. And you felt like burning but it wasn’t the candle, it was another type of flame growing in within. And your heart had started to spin. And you had forgotten you weren’t at the manor anymore, and you weren’t wearing that red dress you’d worn that time. But you’d forgotten it, you were back there where there was a constant smile on his face and where you didn’t even worry about everyone else noticing that tinge of redness on your cheeks. Because it was mutual.
The song stopped abruptly and you saw the candle.
It was still burning.
You then saw him, as you hadn’t seen him in years. He stepped back still holding the candle and you got your hands off of him.
Everyone stayed quiet, as you awkwardly stepped back.
“Oh, look the… the candle is still burning,” Gar commented as to distract everyone from the clear elephant in the room.
You smiled at Dick.
He blushed. “Yeah, it still is.”
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dick: fuck me if i’m wrong but-
y/n: you’re wrong
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Dick Grayson x Reader
summary: Dick shows up to Reader’s apartment hurt, Reader takes care of him and they confess their love.
a/n: in this, reader and dick are not together, but i imagine they are bestfriends but both have feelings for the other :) (also i got very invested in this, probably my favorite thing ive ever written)
gif not mine
Soft patters of rain from outside your window kept your slumber at bay. The consistent rain put you in a haze — between being fully awake and indulged in a comfortable sleep.
It had been a long day. The fraction of more difficulty at work had made a large difference in your fatigue that occurred at the end of everyday.
The minute you got home, you kicked off your heels and devoured a microwavable dinner — one you made a note of not to get again. After a short lasting dinner, you slipped out of your clothing and straight into a steaming bubble bath. Muscles relaxed, you went to straight to bed after pulling on a large tee shirt and a pair of pajama shorts.
Thinking you had enough energy to stay up, you turned on the television to a rerun of one of your favorite shows. Shortly after, you lowered the volume to a mere hum while your eyes fluttered closed.
You were almost asleep. Maybe the hum and light of the television kept you up, but you refused to fully awake to turn it off, so you remained in your state of slumber.
You almost didn’t hear the faint tap against your window, but the second time around, this one much louder, you awoke rather quickly.
Instantly looking to the origin of the sound, you spotted your window, with an injured superhero just outside. You jumped to your feet, taking large steps towards the window and opening it.
“Dick!” You pulled him inside. Arm around your shoulder, supporting his weight, “What happened?”
His breathing was heavy, but slowed down and steadied once he entered the comfort of your apartment. Removing his arm from your shoulder, he instantly took a seat on the floor with his back to the wall under the window.
You reached out towards Dick’s face, in attempt to remove his mask. Dick’s hand gently grabbed your wrist, stopping your hand from going any further.
“Y/N,” He breathed out with closed eyes, “I’m fine. I — I just need to rest for a minute.”
“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you go back out there.” You warned, shifting your position to sit more comfortably in front of him.
“Y/N.” He mumbled, eyes opened now, only slightly not fully.
You exhaled, and lifted your hands to slowly remove his mask. He didn’t fight you this time, too tired to lift his hands to stop you.
He blinked tiredly at you. Your heart skipped a beat, yet fell back heavily at the sight of him — broken, bruised, exhausted from a job he didn’t even have to do. But he did do it. He did it because someone had to, and he held the weight on his own shoulders.
You cupped his face in your hands, softly rubbing your thumb along his bruised cheekbone.
“Please,” You tilted your head to the side, “let me take care of you.”
Dick didn’t reply, but the slight nod of his head gave you your answer. Pulling his arm back over your shoulder, you stood slowly allowing Dick to gain his balance.
You began towards the bathroom, tightening your grip around Dick’s torso when he stumbled, and helped him take a seat on the floor in front of the bathtub.
You quickly jogged back into your room, grabbing a pair of sweatpants he had left at your apartment once before, and returned to the bathroom. Once you stepped through the doorway, Dick was sitting on the edge of the tub. You helped him dress out of his suit and into the sweatpants, then ordered him to retake his seat on the edge of the tub.
You pursed your lips and winced at the sight of his wounds. His bruised torso was covered in blood and dried sweat.
Standing up, you moved to the sink, grabbing a warm, damp washcloth and a tube of generic ointment. Returning to Dick, you stood on your knees in between his legs and began running the damp washcloth over his cuts and bruises.
“You wanna tell me what happened?” You spoke up.
Dick sighed, “Thought I could take on more than I could handle,” He mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear, “but I had to make sure they didn’t get away.”
“And you thought it was okay almost losing your life in the process?” You stopped all actions, voice raised, grabbing Dick’s attention and locking your eyes.
“What was I supposed to do, let them get away?” His mumble was now raised to a normal tone, he was more attentive, brows raised.
You sighed, looking down and shaking your head, “I’d rather one criminal get away than you dying.” You muttered, and returned to his cuts with the washcloth.
“Y/N.” His voice softened again, but your gaze remained on the cut you were cleaning.
He waited a moment, but you didn’t reply.
“Hey,” he lifted his hand, holding your chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting your gaze to face him, “you know I have to—”
“You don’t, Dick,” You frowned, eyes glossing over, “you just do it because— because, I don’t know you feel like you have to. You don’t owe anything to this city but you’re the one to risk your life for it.”
“I do it because there are people in this city I want to protect.” A microscopic grin appeared for a moment on his lips.
Your lips mirrored his, but you cleared your throat and returned to a straight face, picking up the ointment and applying it to a few cuts along his arms and chest.
Swabbing your finger in the yellow tinted ointment, you swiped it over a larger cut, earning a hiss from Dick’s lips.
“Sorry!” You winced, and repeated yourself a bit quieter, “Sorry.”
Dick watched you closely. He watched your fingers attend his wounds, delicately, grinning to himself at your face of concentration, knowing your were trying your hardest to be careful against his battered skin.
Once you had covered every last cut, you stood up and stepped towards the sink. You returned the ointment to its place in the cabinet, and placed the damp washcloth over the faucet.
Dick stood up shortly after you, enough strength returned in order to hold himself up, and stood beside you. You noticed Dick’s presence, and pulled yourself up to sit on the counter, facing Dick.
Dick moved between your legs, setting his hands on either side of you. You set your hands in your lap, and held his gaze.
“Thank you.” He whispered with a half smile.
Your eyes flitted between both of his as you whispered back, “Always.”
You sat still for a moment, both of you comfortably and quietly enjoying the other’s presence. Dick’s eyes wondered your face, exploring every feature he had seen a million times, yet still found just as beautiful.
You took your bottom lip between your teeth and exhaled slowly, eyes wandering the face of the broken boy before you. It tore your heart in two, to see someone you cared so much about in so much pain, all because he had a heart of gold.
Clearing your throat, your gaze split, snapping both you and Dick back to reality.
“You’re staying here tonight,” Dick brows furrowed at your statement, “I’m not letting you go back out there.”
Dick lightly chuckled, dropping his gaze to the floor, “I thought I was supposed to be the one protecting you, not the other way around.”
You dropped your head to the side, “You do it all the time. S’my turn.”
“Why do you care so much wether or not I get hurt?” Dick shrugged, catching your gaze again and licking his lips.
Raising your brows, you replied, “I care about you, that’s why,” You scoffed, “you honestly think I would let you suffer like that?”
Dick only smiled, “You’re too good for me.”
Your breath hitched, brows furrowed, “What?”
“I tap on your window at one in the morning, bleeding everywhere, and you take me in and fix me up without hesitation,” Dick beamed, “I will never be good enough for you.”
You heart stammered in your chest at the sight of Dick. You thought the world of him, and here he was confessing how he’d never be enough.
You lightly scoffed, “The only reason you were bleeding everywhere is because you were protecting a city full of people!” Tilting your head to the side, you continued, “I only helped one person, you save dozens everyday.”
Both of you remained silent, staring lovingly at the other while your hearts yearned to be joined. The room was filled with a loving aura.
You gently took Dick’s face in your hands, “I’ll bring you in and fix you up everyday if I have to,” Dick’s eyes flitted between yours, “just. . . please don’t die on me.”
The moment your sentence concluded, Dick’s lips were on yours. Your hands remained cupping his face as your lips reciprocated the love they were given. Dick’s hands left the countertop and found your waist, wrapping you in a hug and pulling you closer, as he stood between your legs.
Your lips moved like silk against each others; soft, delicate, perfect. Yet behind that satin burned a passionate fire, fueled by the affection you held for each other.
This moment was long awaited, one you yearned for more than anything. Both hearts were satisfied.
His lips moved slowly against yours, craving the indulgence in every aspect of you. He didn’t want the moment to end, nor did you. Each movement had you wanting — needing, more of him. Not a need for a quicker pace or lust, simply for more time of the moment, a longer experience of his soft lips conjoined with your own.
Your eyes remained closed even after your lips departed. Dick’s eyes immediately opened, wishing to see the effect the kiss had on you — the outcome. He wanted to know if you enjoyed it as much as he did.
Once your eyes finally opened, you kept your hands on his cheeks. Your eyes flitted between his just like before.
You parted your lips, speaking your thoughts without question, “Please don’t leave.”
Dick’s brows scrunched together for a second, a grin tugging at the side of his lips, “I’m not leaving, promise.”
You grinned back, pulling Dick’s lips back to yours for a brief moment before releasing. You slid off the counter, now standing a few inches directly in front of Dick. Your had hands finally, yet slowly, dropped from his face, only for his to cup your own face in the same manner.
His lips parted and closed, and opened again as he began to speak, “I — I’m in love with you.”
Your heart skipped a beat, yet your lungs filled with air. Your hands held his wrists beside your face, softly gripping them.
Your voice started as a whisper, but transgressed into a normal tone, “I’m in love with you too.”
Dick smiled, and connected your lips for the third time. Passionately indulging in the moment.
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damian: pennyworth, i love you
bruce: *chokes on air*
dick: *jealous screeches*
tim: *checks coffee for hallucinogenics*
jason: *questions if he died again*
~1 day later~
alfred: master damian you must tell your brothers of the "prank" dick hasn't stopped crying for days and master bruce can't stop replaying it on the 98 inch flat screen
damian: drake and todd?
alfred: master jason is convinced he's in his personal hell and Timothy fears his coffee has been compromised
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Omg I can’t wait for the Dick stuff! If you feel like writing more then could you maybe please do one where the reader is having nightmares and Dick is walking past her room and can hear her so he checks in on her and comforts her and she asks him to stay and stuff?
I don’t understand how this came out of that buuuuut I liked it! I hope you enjoy it too! It’s kind of enemies to lovers??? How??? Idk
BTW LETS PRETEND THE READER HAS POWERS, (TELEPATHY)
pairing: dick grayson x superhero!telepath!reader
word count: 2k? I think
warnings: swearing, fluff, enemies to lovers ish
You hadn’t been sleeping well lately. They had noticed. Raven had said it first, “you look tired”. You had been. Very tired. Gar said it next, “you haven’t been sleeping, have you?” You hadn’t. Then it was Kory, “what’s keeping you awake?” Nightmares. But you didn’t tell her.
You’d say something about your bed, or staying up late watching a movie. Stupid reasons, really.
You didn’t understand why they came. At first, you blamed your coffee. Then you blamed the lights. Then you thought it was the food. Then you blamed the movies. But really, it was reality. It was Dick Grayson.
Being a hero. That’s what made it all so difficult. Maybe that. Because being a hero made you always being at risk. And there was something about risk that involved losing very important people to you. Especially Dick, not that you’d tell him.
You’d grown fond of him, even if sometimes you didn’t like to admit it. You even liked him, and feelings had been involved. That made it so much more difficult. Why would you fall for someone like him?
He was distant to you. Only to you. He’d constantly make you aware that he liked everyone in the group but you. Then why did you...love him? He didn’t even ask about your lack of sleep, didn’t even seem to care about it.
But you knew he cared about you, in his own way. His own pathetic way of showing it. Like every time he’d ask if you were okay after a fight. You always were. Or every time he’d leave a plate for you if he made breakfast. The way he’d silently, even if he always said it wasn’t him, cover you with a blanket if you ever fell asleep on the couch.
He’d saved you once, from the Joker. Terrible experience that had been, from when you were younger. Both of you being Batman’s puppets as he liked to say. Batman’s bait.
Maybe that’s why he didn’t like you, because he was reminded of the days he was with Bruce.
But he cared about everyone. That’s the thing. And you knew that whatever he did for you didn’t mean a thing because that’s who Dick Grayson was, a good person. Someone who cared. Silently, but cared.
Even if sometimes he said he was a monster, you saw past it. Because he wanted to make the world a better place, and sure, maybe some times he’d go on wrong means, but he didn’t rely on them, he grew out of them.
Being honest, you found him attractive, too. The way he’d transform that frown into a mocking smirk, or the way he laughed. And you’d be lying if you ever said you didn’t like his stupid smile. Or you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get stupid innocent and childish butterflies every time he looked at you. Heck, you even enjoyed arguing with him. Because, deep down you believed he liked it, too.
And each night you’d dream of losing him and each night you’d wake up panting, because what in this world would you do without Dick Grayson? You never liked the thought of losing him but lately it was bothering you more than usual. Maybe it was because you wanted him to know.
But he knew. You knew he knew. Either that, or he thought you hated him, too. Because you talked to everyone but him, and if you ever crossed word with him it’d be only to make him angry. Great way to flirt, y/n.
Raven had pointed it out, once. “You like him, don’t you?” And you couldn’t lie to her, but you had. “Aren’t adults supposed to have it less complicated than us?”
Gar noticed it, next. “Can you guys get a room?” He was less subtle.
Kory had seen it, but she’d stayed quiet and only smirked.
Seemed that everyone, even Dick, knew about it. And you were flustered. Because, how in this world could someone like Dick fucking Grayson make you lose control?
But each night, ever since you had both gone alone back to Gotham, the nightmares had come back.And you’d have him always in your arms, gone. That was the nightmare. With nothing you could do about it. He was gone, in your arms, because you hadn’t been able to save him. And it came back to the day with the Joker, when it could’ve been either of you. And he could’ve not made it. And it made you feel guilty. And more people would appear Psimon, H.I.V.E. and some others said they’d take him away.
All of them. All of them who’d ever tried to hurt Dick.
And you’d waken up again, panting. Because there he was once again, with life sucked out of his eyes. Each time they got worse. Darker. Filthier.
“Y/N?” Someone knocked.
And you covered yourself with your blankets. “Ye-yeah?”
“Are you okay?” The voice asked, it was Dick. “Can I come in?”
“Yes.” Because you needed to make sure he was alright. And he walked in, with a blue t-shirt and sweatpants. Safe.
He had a glass of water. He cared. You sat up turning up the light on your nightstand.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you from your beauty nap?” You asked.
“Yeah, you’ve been screaming,” he said, inviting himself to sit on your bed beside you, offering you the glass. “You’ve been doing that for a few nights, might as well check on you if I want to get a good rest.”
“I—yeah, I’m sorry.” You took a sip of water.
“You’ve been this way since Gotham,” he pointed out.
You shrugged. “It’s got that effect on me.”
He nodded. “Yeah, me too.” He cleared his throat. “But—I hope you do realize when I go to bed I don’t make anything move.”
“Hm, you shouldn’t brag about that when you’re around any ladies,” you laughed.
He closed his eyes, hiding out a laugh, blushing. “You’re an idiot. I was trying to—“
“Yeah, yeah, I know, I’ve—I’ve been having certain nightmares,” you admitted.
You sighed and looked away. “In most of them you’re dead,” you cleared your throat. Leaning against the wall.
He nodded. “And I’d think that’s your biggest dream.”
You scoffed, dryly. “I’d think so, too,” you watched him. “But—they’re about that day, with—the Joker, or some variation out of it, and you know, I was never scared of him. I—really.”
“You never seem scared,” he pointed out, as he slowly opened up his arms, you then cuddled against his chest.
“Me? I’m always scared, there’s always a risk of losing, you know? And—but what I don’t understand, is... I keep having these nightmares and...”
“Maybe you’re scared you’re not the one killing me,” he shrugged, rubbing yourself back as you felt his heartbeat. “I know you’d love that.”
“No,” you looked at him. “Not really, because who’s take care of us?”
“You know what I mean,” you pushed. “I don’t hate you, Dick.”
He smiled. “I know.”
“But—I also do, you know?” You asked him and he chuckled.
You stayed silent as you stayed cuddled.
“Do you want to talk about it—?” He cleared his throat. “the nightmares?”
“Not really, I’m a grownup I shouldn’t be—I shouldn’t have to deal with this anymore.”
“I have them too, it doesn’t make you any less stronger,” he pointed out. “And I’m afraid of losing you, too.”
“Are you, now?” You smirked.
“Yeah, but maybe I’m just saying this because you haven’t let me slept this whole week,” he laughed.
You rolled your eyes, and nudged him. He smiled, looking down at you.
“We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?” He asked you. “From children fighting beside our hero—“
“To heroes fighting beside children,” you chuckled. “Yeah. Long way.”
He looked at your eyes, then at your lips.
“I don’t hate you,” Dick whispered.
“I know,” it was tour turn to say it, now. And he took it as an invitation to lean over. And it felt different. And you realized it. Maybe you knew, too. Maybe you also knew his heart skipped every time you looked at each other.
And as he was kissing you, his had landed on your waist and pulled you close to him, his hand running through your hair and your own hands exploring his chest. But you pulled away, nervously, as if you were a teenager who had just kissed her junior high crush.
He cleared his throat letting you go. “I’m—I will uh,” he sat up nervously. “You—you can go back to sleep, hope you—uh, don’t get those nightmares anymore.”
He stood up, clumsily.
“Yep?” He turned to you.
“Would you mind staying in case I get more?” You pleaded. “So you can kiss me until I forget about them?”
He smirked as he leaned over to kiss you again. “In that case I hope you get many more.”
this sucked Pt. 2
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Batboys Taking Care Of Their Sick s/o Would Include...
-he doesn’t even try to make you soup, he knows he’ll end up screwing it up so he buys you some instead from a local restaurant
-refuses your protests of him being near you because he could catch your cold
-kissing you even though you warn him not to
-makes sure you always have tissue near you
-if you need anything he will go and get it
-reassures you and coos the sweetest things to you
-tries his darn best to make you feel better
-ends up catching a cold anyway
-MAMA BEAR MODE ACTIVATED
-Jason would sooo cover you in blankets
-puts a wet cool rag on your forehead
-checks your temperature constantly
-worries about you all the damn time
-”Do you need something?”
-”Are you sure you’re okay?”
-”Oh fuck you need this- shit!”
-making you take all your icky medicine
-taking you out to the doctor right away
-calling you cute pet names
-being a bit more fluffy/romantic than usual
-cuddling you so you can stay warm
-would look up your symptoms online
-“Y/N YOU’RE GOING TO DIE! I THINK YOU HAVE THIS RARE DISEASE THAT-”
-yep Tim would so be one those people
-but he would be really good at taking care of you
-he knows a lot about common colds and you thank god that he’s your bf
-he can prescribe you amazing medicines to take which get you back up on your feet in hours
-constantly checking on you because he’s worried about you
-kissing your forehead to comfort you
-stopping work so he can spend the day with you watching Netflix
-doesn’t let you get up from the bed
-anytime someone at the manor gets sick he wears a gas suit and everything
-but when it comes to you he takes no cautions because how much he cares about you
-he could care less if he caught it
-his number one priority is to make you feel better
-he would get the best doctor to check you out to make sure it’s nothing more than a common cold
-tells you how beautiful you look even when you’re sick
-won’t let anyone else see you
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Love or Lust? (one)
Dick Grayson x Reader
summary: Dick x reader have lots of sexual tension and feelings mixed in their lives of crime fighting.
warnings: smut, language ?
A/N: im not really sure where im going with this, it will most likely be a mini series, i just have a few ideas and im going with it.
also might be important to note that this is sort of part of the Titans universe (edit: not really), it takes places after the events of episode 2 but other than that im kind of just going with my own storyline..
(not my gif)
Brows furrowed, you searched your desk for a pen. You shoved a few papers around, praying they weren't that important, tipped over an empty cup, and knocked a stapler off your desk in the process. An entire desk and you couldn't find a damn pen.
You lifted your head and huffed, taking a brief moment to search the desk with your eyes instead of your hands.
Dick passed by, glancing at you with a confused
expression. Watching for a moment, he smirked when he realized you were searching for your pen. He knew this because it was the fifth time this week, you always left your pens at his desk when you went to show him something and never took them back to your own desk.
He made a quick whistle to grab your attention, once you looked up, he gave you a small smile and tossed a pen on your desk.
Your face relaxed, one corner of your mouth raising in a small, tight lipped smile, "Thanks, Dick."
Dick nodded and continued his path to wherever he was going in the first place. You grabbed the pen he had tossed you and began your next pile of work.
You liked working as a detective, it was a good way to continue your actions of doing good while not fighting crime, in a costume, during the night.
You and Dick met a few months ago when you became a detective, you weren't partners, but you spent a lot of time together. Eventually, considering you used all the same tricks to hide your identity, you found out about your crime fighting personas and swore each other to secrecy.
When Rachel Roth came to town, Dick asked for your help in protecting her and the three of you went on a road trip to visit two of Dick's old friends. After that, you both returned to your "normal" lives.
A smack of paper on your desk startled you, your eyes widened, scanning the first page of many sitting in front of you. Sighing, you rolled your eyes and grabbed your pen to write, beginning the long journey ahead of paperwork and hand cramps.
Glancing at the clock after about an hour or so, you released a breath of contempt and relief at the sight. Finally, time to go home.
Gathering a fraction of the large stack of papers still yet to be filled out, you placed them neatly into your bag, along with a few other essentials to finish the work in the comfort of your own home.
A tan hand was placed on the edge of your desk, grabbing your attention. You immediately knew who it was and raised your gaze to face Dick.
"Leaving so soon?" Dick tilted his head and crossed his arms over his chest.
You mockingly laughed, "Very funny, Grayson," you lowered your voice slightly, "but no, not tonight."
"What you're just gonna leave me alone out there?" He joked.
"Sorry," You shrugged, "Unless you wanna keep me company while I fill out an hour's worth of paper work." You sarcastically smiled, secretly hoping he would agree.
Dick remained quiet, only pursing his lips.
You pursed your lips, mirroring him, and looked back down to finish packing your bag.
You stopped, furrowed your brows, and looked back up to Dick, "Wait — really?" You chuckled lightly, "I was joking but I mean—"
"Do you want me to come or no?" Dick cut you off, looking at you with a quirked brow and a light grin.
You playfully scoffed and nodded your head, packing up your bag and following Dick out to the parking lot.
"How come you never have to do as much paper work as I do." You groaned, rolling your wrist attempting to rid of the painful cramp.
"I do, I just do it quicker." Dick raised his brows, pointing the end of his pen at you.
You playfully rolled your eyes, lightly shoving Dick's shoulder.
You both sat in a comfortable silence for a long amount of time. You were finishing your stack of papers while Dick finished up any extra work he had. By the time you both finished, it was almost midnight.
You dramatically tossed your pen down as you finished the last word, sighing contently afterward.
Dick glanced at you and grinned, neatly placing his own belongings back into his own bag. You caught his gaze and held it for a moment too long.
You always liked Dick, you admired him for his work ethic and his need to do good. You didn't know much about his Gotham past but you didn't need to. You never let your feelings venture much farther than that. Knowing Dick's mindset was far from wanting any romantic relationship, you saved yourself from the embarrassment. But you knew, deep down if you let yourself indulge in those feelings you'd fall head over heels.
Coughing once, you stood up from your small kitchen table and went to the kitchen a few feet away.
"You want anything to drink?" You called, hoping the awkward moment would pass with your offer.
"I'm good, thanks." Dick replied.
Dick relaxed into his chair and watched as you got yourself a glass of water. You had let your hair down the second you both entered your apartment. It was now laying softly against your back, shining in contrast to your skin color. Your denim jeans hugged your legs perfectly in alliance with the spaghetti strap tank top you put on, which also flattered you. There was a sliver of your bare back where your jeans met your top, shirt rising just the slightest on accident.
Dick cleared his throat once he realized he was staring. He swallowed and sat up as you continued walking around your kitchen. When he tried to focus his attention on anything else, he found his eyes going straight back to you and the clothes that hugged your body perfectly.
He stood up, slowly walking into the kitchen where you stood. He leaned against the counter behind you as you downed the last of your glass of water. Once you turned around, you leaned against the counter across from Dick, a few feet from him.
"So," You tilted your head, "What do you wanna do now?"
You walked towards Dick, now leaning on the counter he was against. Dick had his back to the counter while you faced it.
Dick hummed, "Whatever you wanna do." He shrugged.
You chuckled knowing if it were up to you, things would be different.
You only shrugged in reply, and turned yourself to the side. Now, your hip rest against the counter and you faced Dick, mere inches away at this point.
Neither of you noticed the space between you, or lack thereof, but you held each other's gaze waiting for the other to speak first.
Dick's gaze wandered from your eyes to the rest of your face, your hair that shaped your face and down to your lips. Once his gaze reached your lips he instantly regretted his action, this time it wasn't so easy to look away.
You subconsciously lifted yourself onto your toes and closer to Dick's face.
Dick noticed this subtle action and turned himself to face you. His hand rested against the cool countertop, right next to your hip.
Your lips stopped a few inches before Dick's, "You still wanna go out tonight, Boy Wonder?" You teased without cracking a smile.
The corner of Dick's mouth raised into a smirk, his eyes left yours for a brief second to glance down at his hand beside your hip. He lightly chuckled and hooked his thumb in the belt loop of your jeans.
“Only if you want to." He replied with a smirk still evident on his face, but he knew he'd do whatever you wanted him to.
You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes flitted between both of his. Dick's breathing picked up as he watched you, resulting in yours picking up as well. You both struggled to hold yourselves back at this point.
Dick exhaled, "Fuck it."
Your lips collided in an instant, hands roaming each other's bodies directly after. Your hands found there way around Dick's neck, while his held your waist.
You tugged your shirt off in seconds, tossing it somewhere across the room. Dick gripped your thighs and lifted you onto the counter. Your hands went to his top, unbuttoning in as quickly as possible while Dick tossed it away as you had just done to your own shirt.
Sliding off the counter, you kept your lips together and stumbled towards your bed, pinning each other against walls on the way there.
Once you reached the bed you fell back with Dick on top of you. His lips left your own to trail along your jawline and below your ear. Tilting your head to the side, you moaned as Dick kissed sloppily down your neck.
His mouth kissed down to the valley of your breasts while his hands quickly rid of your jeans along with his own. You moaned again once his lips reached your stomach. Leaning upward, you grabbed a condom from your nightstand and immediately tore the package open before handing it to Dick.
Taking the opportunity, you switched your positions and placed yourself on top. It took Dick by surprise, but the view of you straddling him pulled a satisfied groan from his lips.
You kissed his neck as he did to you while grinding yourself onto him. He moaned as your teeth hit his jawline, you smiled at the sound. His hands went to your back and unhooked your bra followed by you tossing it behind you.
Dick reveled in the moment, enjoying the feeling of your lips wander his body.
You traveled back up to Dick’s lips, catching his bottom lip between your teeth for a second before fully indulging in each other once again.
Dick wrapped one arm around your waist, flipping you over so you were on the bottom again. A light squeal left your lips at the quick action earning a smirk from Dick.
His lips went back to your neck as his hand traveled down your side, heavily yet slowly, and reached the hem of your panties. He tugged them down painfully slow, which drew a long moan from your lips at the feeling of his hands along your skin.
Now that your last item of clothing was discarded, you tugged off Dick’s rather quickly.
Slipping on the condom, Dick lined himself up with your core. You inhaled sharply as his tip grazed your heat. He pushed himself in, pausing for a moment until you adjusted. Once a moan left your lips, he began thrusting into you.
Dick’s hand ran along your leg, from your ass to your knee and tugged your leg to wrap around his back. You moaned his name loudly while his hands grazed your legs again.
Soft kisses peppered your neck as his hand now traveled along your arm and reached your hand, intertwining it with his own against the grey sheets. You closed your eyes after that, moaning and squeezing Dick’s hand as he pulled out and thrust into you again.
You used your other hand to lift Dick’s lips back to yours. You sloppily made out until Dick paused as you smiled onto his lips, it only lasted for a moment before disappearing as your lips collided again.
With a little assistance from Dick, you flipped yourself on top and took control. You began to grind your hips onto his and kissed along his jawline and back to his lips. Dick moaned your name into your mouth, your hands rested on his chest as his guided your hips.
Once Dick noticed you both were about to reach your high, he flipped you over once again to finish off.
Dick buried his face in your neck as a symphony of moans, names, and curses escaped both your lips as you rode out your highs.
Dick pulled out and collapsed beside you. You both lay on your backs, panting to catch your breaths.
“Damn.” You exhaled, unaware of what else to say to fit the situation.
Dick chuckled and stood up to dispose of the condom. He pulled on his boxers and tossed you a tee shirt you asked for.
He returned to the bed and lay back in his previous position. You pulled the shirt over your head and did the same.
You turned over to the side, your back facing Dick. Dick remained on his back. Neither of you spoke another word, but instead dozed off beside each other.
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The Reader is worrying about her career and future when she bumps into Dick Grayson. Things get steamy. When her worries come back to mind, they have a mutually beneficial discussion.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: college debt/funding, fluffy flirting, heavy angst, implied smut
Word Count: 1800
Note: This is a little personal to some news I got this week. Nothing like a little self-indulgent writing to ease the pain a bit.
The world rocked beneath your feet. “But… I’m so close. It’s only a tenth of a point-“
“Only if you round it. And even so, a three-point-six GPA does not match the requirement for the scholarship.”
“The three-point-seven requirement.”
“Exactly. And before you ask, if we opened up by just that one-tenth of a point, we’d be more flooded with applicants than we already are.” The voice on the other and sighed. This was probably a common dialogue for them. It didn’t mean it hurt any less. “I’m sorry. But there are plenty more partial scholarships out there. I wish you the best of luck.” They hung up before you could say another word.
That was it. Your last chance. Partial wasn’t enough. When it came to grad school, it was all or nothing. “It’s not what you know it’s who you know,” they always say. But it wasn’t enough that you knew a leading teacher in your college. Or had worked with the school before. Or that your post-graduate plans would greatly benefit the college. None of that mattered. You didn’t have money. And you weren’t good enough to provide with funding.
“Y/N!” Your colleague peaked around your cubicle wall while putting on her coat. “It’s five after. Are you joining us or not?”
With a sigh, you put the last of your papers in their folders. A distraction. You could think about this again in the morning after a nice bistro dinner with friends… and maybe a pint of ice cream after that.
Half an hour into the evening, your worries still weren’t gone. But you grit through the harsh grip around your ribs and did your best not to hinder your friends’ good evening. Still, eventually, you needed a breather.
The bar was a long wooden masterpiece backed by glass shelving filled with every type of spirit imaginable. Glancing at the labels, some were staples, and some were local diamonds in the rough. Or so you assumed. Drinking wasn’t really your thing. Though, considering your day, maybe tonight was right to try out something new. Sangria would be safe, right?
“So many options,” a voice said to your left. He turned out to be a stunning man with dark hair and gorgeous cheekbones. And a really nice ass. “I’m no connoisseur, but maybe I could offer a suggestion?”
You chuckled. “It wouldn’t do you any good. I’m not a drinker. Wouldn’t know a good recommendation from a bad one.”
“Then I recommend a Sour Pixie.” He grinned and leaned close. “It’s Sprite and lemonade.”
That really made you giggle. “Thanks.” You looked him up and down. “And what does the help cost me? It’s Gotham. Nothing comes without a price.”
The man shrugged. “I would appreciate learning your name, but if you don’t want to give it, that’s okay. Just hate seeing a beautiful woman such as yourself standing alone at a bar.” He swallowed nervously. “If I’m not being too forward.”
His flustered running his fingers through his hair was cute. And endearing. “You’re not.” You extended your hand. “I’m Y/N.”
“Richard.” He returned the handshake. “Though my friends call me Dick.”
You snorted. “How many jokes do you hear about your name in a day?”
“Not that much actually. Not anymore.” He stepped closer as if with a secret. You leaned in to hear him. “I actually don’t know why they stopped. Must’ve outgrown it.” He laughed high and free as you lightly bumped your shoulder into his. It was a pleasant sound, and it made his face light up.
“I thought Gotham boys never grew up.”
Richard… Dick, laughed again. “You right. I paid them off. If you can’t appeal to their humanity, sometimes paying them in quarters is the way to go. City parking is a nightmare.”
“Yeah.” You thought about your own parking. Which lead to thinking about work. And to the other bad news this week. Nibbling on your lip, you caught him staring and stopped. “Sorry. The week’s catching up with me. What was that drink you suggested? I think I need it.”
Non-alcoholic that it was, it opened the floor for some conversation. You found out he was a cop. Nobody would blame your mind for wondering how nice he looked in a uniform. Or the many uses of handcuffs. Head out of the gutter, Y/N! The best part of the conversation? He didn’t press you for the rough week’s details. Those unfortunately came up on their own.
A cheer went up from your friend’s table. They started chanting the name that sent a jealous zing up your spine.
Dick side-eyed you. “So… I take it that’s your rival?” He stifled a smirk as you looked at him incredulously. “Detective, remember?”
You flinched as another cheer went up as they downed another round of shots. “She’s not really a rival. We’re good friends actually… it’s just-“ The thought went unsaid. You finished your fizzy drink and motioned for another. “Nothing. Nothing you need to worry about.”
He took another sip of his drink. “Sometimes strangers are the best listeners. Anything you want to rant, they’re not going to hear it from me.”
The door was open. So you let it out. Everything.
How the week started with getting called to your boss’s office. There were three people who had applied for the full-time version of your job, including yourself. It would include vacation days, health coverage, a pay raise, and more hours to boot. The works. But the only thing standing in your way was your availability.
“It’s on my schedule that I can come in six days a week. I’m usually only scheduled for four of those, and two of them are partial days. My one hard no is working on Sundays. It’s my day of faith. My day of worship. My recharge to put up with the rest of the week more than I can do on my own. I can’t give that up.”
You’d offered suggestions. Only working two Sundays of the month. Or not having to come in till after worship. No. The other full-timers had to be available on Sundays. You had to be available. Full shifts or nothing. If you wanted Sunday off, you’d have to use your vacation time. Looking at your boss, you knew she was on your side. She knew your work ethic and how much the team loved you. But the rules were from higher-ups that didn’t have to be there on Sundays themselves. The ivory tower set the rules. The pawns had to stay in line, or they got nothing.
“I knew as soon as she put that stipulation in front of me a couple of weeks ago that I wasn’t going to get it. She tried on her end to find me a loophole. But the rules are the rules. The unstoppable force met an immovable object. I’m out of the running.”
Dick’s jaw was clenched on your behalf. Though he didn’t say it, you knew he understood about needing time to recharge. “You said that was part one. Part two?”
The scholarship. You’d already been accepted to the school. The connections. The guaranteed approved grad paper. If everything was going to work out, your flight across the pond to the school in the UK was paid for on top of your tuition, board, books, and a living stipend. That hurt the most. Still fresh, the wound in your chest tightened back up and your vision blurred. It didn’t register how hard you’d been crying when his arm draped over your shoulder, nearly falling off your shaking body.
“I didn’t do anything.”
Wiping your nose on the sleeve of your raggedy jacket like a child, you sniffled. “Yes, you did. You listened. To a complete stranger.”
He gave you a squeeze. “I’m up to help more. Can you think of anything specific that you need?”
“I don’t want to think. Help me forget? If only for a little while?”
He kissed your knuckles. “I’m sure we can come to an arrangement.”
The apartment was on the second to the top floor of his building. His lips were on your neck from the second floor to his. Your hands gripped his jacket right up until he needed to fumble his keys from his pocket. Tumbling through the door led to tumbling into bed. Skin to skin. Breath to breath. Full and unable to think of anything but the glancing light of “oh my gosh I’m fucking a Wayne.”
When you both were finally spent, Dick curled you into his arms. His fingers gingerly stroked through your hair. He was warm. You were warm laying next to him. Then ice crept in.
Dick felt you stiffen. “Hey,” he croaked. “What’s wrong?”
“I can think again.”
Your mother’s “comforting” text spiraled through your head. Your grades don’t define you. You are amazing, beautiful, talented, independent, intelligent, funny, loving, and that she was so proud of you. That you would find your place in the world. Not let this word tell you who you are… you are so much better than what “they” say. Good, loving advice. But it didn’t change that you were still stuck. That it hurt to breathe.
Absently, Dick hummed. “What if I could help?”
Propping up on your elbows, you looked him in the eye, untrusting.
“I mean… I am a Wayne. In a manner of speaking. Bruce hands out scholarships all the time. I could… pull some strings. It wouldn’t take much.” He huffed, humored. “No matter where you go or for how long, it wouldn’t make a dent in what I could get for you.”
Biting your lip, you stifled a giggle. “So… you’re gonna be my sugar daddy?” You laughed as Dick froze. “I just gave you sex. And now you’re offering me money.”
“I’m not turning it down by the way.” You snuggled closer to him. “And if you wanted, I’d be more than happy to be your baby girl all the time.”
Silence spread thick. You worried you’d gone too far.
“My baby girl all the time?” Dick hummed. “I kind of like that idea too.” He nodded. “And you’re going to need funding in installments. Tuition. Books. Housing. A stipend for living expenses.” His fingers ran through your hair. As much as his mind was spinning with possibilities, your eyes were fighting to stay open. “We can talk about this more in the morning. But your tuition is covered.”
“You’re a Gothamite in need. He won’t say no. Go to sleep, Y/N.” He watched you yawn and burrow into the sheets. “You won’t have to worry anymore.”
That night was the best sleep you’d had in weeks.
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So here’s the highly requested part two for Still Burning. There will be part three.
summary: dick and you used to date, but there are still feelings for each other
pairing: dick grayson x titan!reader
warnings: angsty, fluffy, swearing
word count: 3k
special thanks to @ymeradonnadx for helping me out with this. love you girl
read part one here
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It’s funny how fire works. It spreads. It gives light, but it is never seen as something remotely good. It leaves ashes. And you were walking through them, trying to find the reason as to why someone a) had lit up a fire and b) had it put it out as quick.
There can be lights that can be sparkled, but sometimes we prefer darkness over any kind of burning fire. It makes sense, to avoid it. In a certain way.
Dick liked to avoid you, at least. And he had left just after making you feel everything with that stupid dance. And you felt like you were back at 17, nobody understood what had gotten into you.
He blamed alcohol. You blamed him.
But he had left. And this wasn’t the first time he’d left, it seemed to you any time you were getting remotely close to each other he’d turn and back away and leave, like when he had on your 21st birthday.
And it stung like a memory you’d never forget. And it hurt, to think that maybe he felt the same way you did, but he did nothing but push you away.
Every single day he’d keep pushing you, and pushing and pushing you away over and over again. With small things, like in the mornings where you’d try to say hello and he’d turn cold. How he talked to everyone in the room but you and how any time your eyes landed on him he’d turn stiff.
You had talked one time. And you knew he wasn’t feeling well either. He had woken up at 3 am and he’d gone to the roof, but you were there, too. You loved being at the roof, staring at the stars.
“Can’t sleep, huh?” He asked, he had two beers. Maybe he had known you were there, too.
You shrugged as you took a sip of the beer. “Never been good at that.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I remember,” but he turned stiff. “Light sleepers, both of us.”
“Yeah,” you turned to him. “What about you?”
“A lot on my mind,” he admitted. “It’s just like I’m 22 again.”
You shrugged. “Yet it comes to you again, the choice.”
“I know my answer,” you shrugged.
He sighed. “It wouldn’t work.”
“What wouldn’t work? Talking about it?” You frowned.
“Well, do you want to?”
“I guess I miss the good things, you know? I miss Donna,” you admitted.
“We were a good team, weren’t we?” He asked.
“Yes, we’re not that good when we’re apart,” you chuckled.
“Donna said she felt out sometimes,” Dick said.
You grinned. “I mean, we were very annoying.”
He chuckled. “We weren’t, we were...adorable,” he grinned.
“From the moment we met, I mean, we were always in a rush and we enjoyed the silence,” you grinned.
“We did, didn’t we? Always sneaking everywhere…”
You smiled. “I’ve kept it a secret, too.”
“Yeah, no one deserves to know we’ve got the world record in loving each other,” you grinned and he blushed.
“I remember everything,” he declared. “Our first kiss.”
You took a sip. “You stole the batmobile that night.”
He laughed. “I can’t believe I asked if I could kiss you, so proper.”
You nudged him. “Those are pretty cheap, you know,” you gushed.
You winked at him. “Wouldn’t kill you to shut me up with one of those once in a while.”
He smirked as he laughed. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? I thought you were going to do it while we were dancing.”
“Me? Please, only because you were begging me to do so.”
“Would it be such a sin?” He laughed.
You shrugged. “I mean, I felt young again, happy but I can’t really see the good things because then I remember everything that happened afterwards.”
You bit your lip. “I can’t let you hurt me again, Dick Grayson, when you broke my heart,” you scoffed. “Boy, you really got me.”
He looked down.
“It was days and days of crying, staring at the ceiling, wanting to find a reason why, I remember just not… Being clear, days were grey, and for me to say that about Gotham,” you chuckled dryly. “I was drowning.”
“No, I’m serious, I was such a mess, days were senseless, nights didn’t come and when they did, I couldn’t even go to sleep. No sun, no… nothing. What had I done wrong?”
Dick bit his lip. “I’m really sorry.”
“I got over you, don’t worry, Donna was there for me, every day,” you chuckled. “I’m at my best right now, ain’t it?”
Dick looked down at his beer. “At least one of us did.”
You coughed, nervously. “Well, why did you break up with me, then?”
“I was protecting you,” he said. “Still am,” he admitted. “Did you listen to what you just told me?”
“But I never said you hurt me before that-”
“I… I realized stuff, alright?”
You scoffed. “Fine you want to be dramatic and edgy and shit? Alright, go on up that bullshit, but you know damn well that we were alright until you decided we weren’t. That whole you deserve better bullshit? C’mon Dick, you broke up with me for a reason and until I figure out what exactly-” You stood up. “We can’t really talk about anything.”
“I had a reason.”
“Really, what was it?”
“Does it matter now?” He sighed. “We moved on.”
“Did we, really?” You questioned him. You sighed. “Look, I can’t… I can’t really have this conversation right now, not when I-”
“When you what?”
“What happened that night?” You pushed. “What happened when we danced?”
Dick gulped. “I… well, I don’t know we were drunk.”
“Keep telling that to yourself, Richard, maybe you’ll end up believing it.”
You hadn’t talked since.
And somehow, it made you want him more, because it seemed challenging but it was tiring knowing that it was one sided. How could you ever still be in love with him when he clearly didn’t want anything to do anymore?
But really, in this situation, Dick couldn’t be avoiding you.
You had been...Patrolling. It calmed you, in a way. It was a thing you’d gotten from Gotham, you guessed, in such a mess there was nothing more but to join it and find calm on it.
You liked watching from the rooftops, now far from Gotham. No city was as chaotic. But it seemed that wherever you and the Titans stepped in, trouble was found.
You had heard it, and you were walking through the remains of a battle that had gone through your eyes. Who would burn a department store?
You walked through the mannequins, as Dick followed behind you. You knew he’d be here too, you both had that annoying habit of listening to the police operation. Both of you could rely on it, detectives.
“There’s no sense in burning the place down,” he commented. “Not the way it was done.”
“Spark a fire and leave? I’d heard that before, I’m not surprised,” you sassed as you stared at the ripped clothes on the floor.
“So you think it’s normal?”
“Probably some stupid teenagers, drunk, and having fun. Look at it, there’s no sense of greed or corruption, no violence, it’s a crime for sure…”
“But not a passionate crime, yes, I…” Dick nodded.
“There are no patterns, nothing, it seemed like some kids were only trying to spark a fire for fun,” you sentenced. “Always a fire.”
Dick nodded. “I’ll get the reports made and then,” he gulped. “We’ll...Yeah.”
He knew you loved speaking in between the lines.
And he was gone again.
And he had been. And it got grudgier, somehow. He’d avoid you more and more, avoid the rooms you were in, pretend to not listen whenever you spoke. Dick was trying too hard to put out the spark he had caused in you.
You’d find yourself trying to not wrap your head around it. Because he was getting colder, how can someone light a fire and be so cold.
And you didn’t want to understand why he was acting that way, you didn’t even try to push it. You just ignored it, because this was him. This was him being the big dick he was, that’s who he is.
But you knew he couldn’t help but be adorable.
The city was in ruins, however, lights were out and you had to use candles, all around your place. But it was fine, you loved the candlelight, and you loved darkness. Maybe you’d learned that from Dick, to love the night.
There were a lot of things you’d got from Dick. You’d be lying if you said he hadn’t marked your life. It showed, from the way you dressed to the way you’d patrol all nights. Dick was a part of you.
Too bad he didn’t want to be part of it anymore. And the Titans had noticed, but they hadn’t really asked about it.
Until Kory did.
“How long will you both keep acting like children?” She asked, joining you in the kitchen, you had some candles lighting up the room, but you remained in your darkness.
“What?” You faked ignorance.
“Look, I am not really aware of your situation with him, but you ain’t fooling nobody, clearly there was something there and if you two were adults you’d talk it out and not do that shit.”
“It’s complicated,” you admitted. “With Richard, honestly, everything is complicated.”
“Dick isn’t someone who stays, you know,” you said. “Dick likes danger, and he likes challenges.”
Kory raised her eyebrow at you. “So what? You guys clearly have the hots for each other, hook up once and that’s it.”
You looked away. “That would make it more difficult.”
“So are there feelings involved?”
You wrinkled your face. “A long time ago, maybe. Maybe there is just a slight spark there still.”
“I’d know that it takes only a spark to cause a fire,” Kory scoffed.
“I— Dick,” you sighed. “It was a mistake. It was one when we were young and it’s a mistake now.”
“You love him, don’t you?”
“Sometimes we fall in love with the wrong people,” you sighed, looking down. “You can think you’re in love and then you realize, you’re only in pain.”
Kory was watching you, analyzing what you were trying to say.
“It sounds stupid, honestly,” you shrugged. “Him and I? He’s… pun intended kind of a dick sometimes, and I’m— I am crazy, ain’t I?”
Kory chuckled dryly. “Aren’t we all?”
“But with us, it was always a problem, either me giving too much or him not giving at all,” you bit your lip. “We were always so immature, and we ran out of excuses, you know?”
“What went wrong?”
“I don’t know,” you conceded. “I’d love to know. It was all so… spontaneous. Dick likes to take control and with us—neither of us could take control.He blamed Gotham, Batman, and he even blamed me, saying it was for the best.”
“He said that?”
“I guess we're both so immature when it comes to each other.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
“I don’t know if we were in love, or something worse,” you sighed. “Whatever it was, we were meant to fall apart.”
“Do you miss him?”
You took a deep breath. “I guess, a bit,” you confessed. “I can only wonder if he ever thinks about me and just like me, can’t get the thought out of his head, that not even a cold shower will soothe him, even if it’s—senseless you know? Even if he claimed our relationship was the biggest mistake, I want to know that it was the one mistake he doesn’t regret.”
Kory stared at you with a side smile, she sighed. “Girl. I truly don’t know what to tell you.”
“Everything’s been said before.”
She shrugged. “I know only that you should cut the bullshit and go for it.”
“I know something about him, he likes to take care of people,” Kory admitted. “He is always protecting you the most.”
“But that is bullshit, he said he broke up with me because he wanted to protect me,” you explained. “Where did that lead us?”
“Tell him then, to cut the bullshit, he clearly has feelings for you.”
A door was opened and you heard a laugh coming from Rachel, probably. Dick, Gar and Rach had been out. Probably another way of Dick to avoid you. Kory just stared at you as they joined you in the kitchen.
Dick didn’t even give you a glance.
“Did they figure out what happened?” Asked Kory.
“Teenagers were playing,” Dick explained. “Y/N—“he coughed.”she was right.”
You watched him as he had turned around. “What happened, then?”
“They were playing with candles.”
You nodded. “Told you, accident, not a crime.”
Dick didn’t even look at you.
“Yeah, could’ve happened to anybody,” Rachel said, as she opened a bag of chips, Gar ran over to pop some into his mouth. “Even to us, like right now that we don’t have any lights, or that day you both were messing around with the candle and dancing.”
You and Dick gave each other a glance.
“What was that about huh?” Gar questioned. “I’ve never seen you that close, you guys even seemed like friends.”
“Dick is friends with nobody,” you chuckled, playing it as cool as possible, but you felt like your stomach was burning up. “But—We used to be some sort of friends, weren’t we, Dickie?”
He gulped. “Yeah.”
“What happened? You barely talk now….” Rach pointed out.
“And that’s a great way to put them on the spot, Rach, Gar, come on, let’s leave so they can talk it out, figure it out and then when they’re done I’m sure y/n will pay us the favor by telling us everything,” Kory said as she stood up, ushering Gar and Rachel to leave with her. Dick closed his eyes. “We’re leaving,” Kory announced. “You have the whole house to yourselves!”
You chuckled, sightly. Just as he was about to leave the room as well, you called him out. “You can’t keep running from it, you know, Grayson, I’m not like all the other parts of your past.”
He stopped by the doorframe. “I know that.”
“Are we supposed to talk about it, though?” You asked as he turned around, finally seeing you.
“About what? Explaining it to them? I truly don’t want to change the dynamic here, it’s better if they don’t know,” Dick said. “For the sake of the group.”
“They don’t have to know, you’re right. But don’t I deserve to know?” You asked, you blew a candle off and picked up the other one, standing up walking over to him. “Do you expect me to act normal when we clearly—still… have unresolved business here?”
He took a deep breath, walking away. “It’s in the past.”
“Maybe, Grayson, maybe,” you crossed your arms. “But I… You can’t...You can’t keep hiding because you feel like you’re going to hurt others.”
“Look what happened just as we… As the dance thing happened, you haven’t slept, I haven’t slept, it’s for our own sake.” Dick explained, heading to his room.
“Oh my god, Dick, no, no, you can’t, I feel like I’m 21 again,” you finally raised your voice, stressed. “Do you see it? Don’t you see it?”
“Get yourself on my shoes, you walk into my house give me a dozen roses, and then you left! You broke up with me! And… You had me wondering, what did I do wrong? I stayed up days, nights, gosh, Grayson, I couldn’t…And I was such a fool! Waiting for you to come back with another dozen roses to take me back. I didn’t understand it, but you know what I do, now! It’s you! You are the problem!”
Dick just watched you. “I was too dangerous-”
“And so am I, we’re both… I’m not proud of things I’ve done, but that’s why we worked, and then you turned into this, whoever you are now!”
Dick frowned. “And why are you still here?”
“Because you brought me back to you, Dick, don’t you see it?” You sighed. “You asked me to come with you for a reason, and I came back to you for that same reason.”
“Dick, you left me there with a broken heart and excuses that you didn’t even understand!” You pushed. “And now you keep ignoring me-”
And he did what you’d ask him before, he shut you up with a kiss. And it felt like the old times, and suddenly you forgot that you’d stay up each night wondering if he’d come back, you forgot how you’d stay still until the night would fall down on you. And all those lonely days had been erased.
Because god, how long had you wanted this. And as he pushed you against the wall, and as he ran his hand through your hair, you almost let the candle fall down, but you pulled away. You saw his eyes eating you with lust as he was catching his breath. You blew the candle off as he kissed your neck, peppering you with kisses to your sweet spot on your collarbone. His fingers were tangling with your hair.
And he was coming closer, and closer. And everything was dark, but Dick and you know how to move in the darkness. And even if the candle wasn’t burning, you knew you both were. But, somehow, even if it felt right, burning down the ashes seems wrong.
But you didn’t care, you needed to feel the sweat running down your body and you needed his lips covering you with tattoos. But there’s a part of you that wanted Dick to feel the way you’ve felt before.
“Meet me in the bedroom, I’ll be there in five,” you whispered in his ear, and he leaves, eagerly. But you didn’t join him in the bedroom, you left the house, knowing damn well you’d get burnt if you play with fire.
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Summary: You run into the teacher from high school that all the girls had crushes on, but Dick isn’t as excited as you are about the run-in.
Word Count: 635
Requests are Open HERE.
AN: I’m pretty sure I’ve just started writing about some of the random things that happen to me at work.
It’s not like Blüdhaven was a little suburb, it was a bonafide city, which is why you were so surprised today when one of the teachers from your high school walked into your office. You had graduated and moved away to college almost six years ago, deciding to leave all of high school behind. You hadn’t had a terrible high school experience - you had a group of friends you trusted for everything, all of the teachers you encountered liked you, and you had done exceptionally well in all of your classes - but despite it all, you had wanted to leave behind in favor of growing. Granted you had moved back to Blüdhaven after graduation, but it was clear that you weren’t the same person you had been in high school. You had let go of many of the insecurities that had plagued you in adolescence, albeit, picking up a few new ones along your journey.
Despite your initial surprise at seeing Mr. Dodge, you couldn’t wait to tell Dick about this turn of events in your otherwise average day. You didn’t normally have a whole lot to share about work beyond a little bit of gossip, but for once, the day had an interesting spin to it.
You were finishing up the last touches on dinner when Dick got home. You were able to contain your excitement just enough to get dinner on the table and wait for Dick to share a bit about his day.
“Okay, why have you barely touched your dinner?” Dick asked skeptically. You had been so excited to share that you had only moved some of the food around your plate without ever bringing it to your mouth.
“Just a little surprise at work today,” you answered.
“A good surprise, I hope.”
“Yes, a good surprise,” you confirmed. “One of the teachers from high school came in to meet with one of the other businesses in my office. It was a little weird because I could see on his face that he sort of recognized me, but couldn’t place it, however, I’d know Mr. Dodge anywhere.
“All of the girls had huge crushes on him when I was in school. They all called him Mr. Goodbutt behind his back since they thought that was his best attribute. I even remember one girl saying that even blindfolded, she’d be able to accurately identify him by the shape of his butt. I do think I might’ve freaked him out a bit when I told him by name that his appointment would take him.”
You weren’t sure at first if your delivery was off, and that was why Dick didn’t seem to get what you thought was so funny about the whole event or if it just wasn’t as funny as you thought. You took a moment to really look at Dick and his reaction, noting the slightly flushed look on his face. It finally hit you that he wasn’t enjoying the story because he thought his place with you was being threatened.
“Oh sweetie, are you jealous?” you cooed. “I was one of the girls who never had a crush on him, and besides he may be Mr. Goodbutt, but you my dear, are Mr. Bestbutt.”
“I guess a little,” he conceded. You saw the smirk growing on his face as he teasingly added, “With nicknames like that, I don’t know how you’ve gotten me to stick around so long. I guess Nightwing won’t be going out tonight so I have some extra time to figure it out.”
You shook your head with a small smile growing on your own face. Yes, you’d left high school and those insecurities behind and it was nice to get a small reminder of your past, but you were happy with your present here with Dick.
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Hi, I absolutely adore your writing and it’s quite inspiring and making my imagination go WEEWOO!
Could I request something for YJ With Dick? So like a headcanon or one shot (which ever you prefer queen) where the reader is quite reserved, snarky and can get angry real fast. They have feelings for Rob and they are especially snarky to him to hide their feelings, but they eventually start to open up more and during the events of episode 24 (you know, the one at haly’s circus), they open up to him and they confess? And he does the same?
Pairing: Dick Grayson as Robin x Reader
Warnings: Blood and injuries and plant death.
Word Count: 3.8k words
A/N: This is kind of my take on the Hanahaki disease, kind of. This was so much fun to write honestly, I didn't realize I like all this floral stuff so much. It also reminded me of another 'True Love's Kiss' trope I wrote for Dick Grayson as well. Also I changed the episode this was based on because I’ve already done something based on the episode with Haly’s circus @hanbedumbaf I really really really hope you enjoy it! Sorry it was so late, I finished it a month back but it was in my queue.
Adrenaline was a common feeling to you. A little too familiar. The life of a superhero puts you in peril more times than you would like but it was the only life you had known. You knew the familiar feeling of sweat forming on your skin and your heart pounding so loudly that you could hear it in every step you took.
However, when you heard the pounding, it was because there was a supervillain, usually hairy, chasing after you and determined to get your head on a stake.
Although, feeling your heart jump to your throat was becoming more familiar whenever you were around a certain someone. Robin annoyed you to no end, whenever he was around you couldn't help your face from growing warm and your lips from tingling to form a permanent smile on your face.
Having a crush was irritating, you couldn't think or even function without thinking of him. It was frankly humiliating, you were always so gung-ho about being bold and to the point and yet whenever you were around Boy Wonder, you couldn't help but bend your personality to something you felt like would appeal to him more.
Sometimes, you couldn't even stand yourself.
And so, as a pathetic act of rebellion, and maybe as a clear-cut sign that you had no idea how to handle emotions or anything similar to it, every time your heart got just a little soft, your tongue got a whole lot sharper. Probably not the best way to win a boy’s heart. But you weren't here for a romance story.
It was also a true sign that you had no idea how to flirt, thinking that borderline insulting witty banter was the way to go. Or perhaps it was a way of controlling your emotions, since being bitter and snarky was the thing that came easiest to you.
You seriously needed better tactics.
It was also your oblivious mistake thinking that Robin only saw what you wanted him to see. He was raised to be a detective, of course he was more observant than that. Papa (or let's be real, Alfred) didn't raise no fool.
You made the mistake of thinking Robin saw you as strong and independent and bold, just as the rest of them did. But he saw much more than that.
Robin was distressed by the number of crying faces around him, the kids were inconsolable which was understandable because of just how many things went wrong in the past couple of hours. To be quite frank, Robin was a couple seconds away from having a fit himself.
"Shh, little one," He heard distantly and his neck practically snapped. You were crouching in front of the few who were crying, with a small nurturing smile. It was the first time he had seen you out of uniform, usually referring to you as Antheia, named after the goddess of flowers, but this wasn't she.
"I know you're scared, my flowers, but I promise, we will find your parents." You soothed, gently wiping away their tears. They still looked up at you apprehensively and with uncertainty.
"I'll show you a magic trick." You began, grinning as the kids began to smile back at you. You pulled a seed out of your pocket and held it between closed hands, using a bit of your powers and felt it grow in your palms. When you revealed what you were holding, they collectively gasped.
A bud of a flower now rested in your hand. You smiled at their innocent eyes and held it to them, "Now I'm going to need your help for the next part. Everyone has to blow on the flower."
They nodded eagerly, crawling around you and on the count of three, everyone followed your instructions. And low and behold, the bud bloomed into a beautiful blossom right between your fingers.
One of the girls clamoured into your lap to hold the flower herself and you chuckled, wrapping your arms tightly around her, "You know what this flower means?"
They shook their heads, "It means faith, and hope. If you have faith and hope in us, then you'll get something beautiful in return."
For once, they look contemplatively and you chuckled, feeling pride at the fact that you managed to sow some wisdom in their minds. The girl that had been sitting in your lap turned in your grasp, with the flower in her hand and then reached up to tuck it behind your ear.
"For me?" She nodded happily and you smiled widely, kissing her cheek, "Thank you, petal."
Satisfied that you were able to calm them down, you gently placed the girl back on the floor before moving away from the group. Just as you were about to join the others, you ran into Robin. You didn't know he had just seen the whole thing.
Pulling the flower from behind your ear, you handed it to him, "You know in some cultures, this flower means to pick up the slack and stop looking like a confused chicken." You snapped.
Business as usual.
Robin looked back to the flower you had slipped into his hands, you had said it meant faith and hope, and you had given it to him. He looked back up to see you shuffling away from him quickly, a blush on your face. He smiled.
You were more nurturing and kinder than you let on, it was like it was programmed into your personality and yet you never showed it when you knew they were watching. That wasn't the only part of yourself that you were hesitant to show them.
And the more Robin observed you, the more he realized that you used flower language to depict a lot of your emotions. It was a silent way of letting them out, without having to tell other people what's really in your heart.
You thought you were sly about it, but nothing went under Robin's radar.
Everyone was watching a movie on the flat screen in the rec room. You hadn't realized you were so tired, the movie was boring, something that M'Gann had picked and you hadn't slept the night before, busy patrolling your city.
Your eyelids began to droop before you could even understand what was going on, your head lolling as you drifted in and out of consciousness.
Robin hadn't realized that he was napping through the movie until he felt a weight on his shoulder. He nearly jumped awake and glanced to his side to see you sound asleep, breathing gently. He nearly chuckled, was this what you looked like when you weren't scowling at everybody?
His heart skipped a beat, god, were you beautiful. The smell of flowers vaguely hit his nose and he noticed the red gardenia plant growing steadily in the corner of the room.
'Red Gardenias means a secret love,' Robin recalled from a book he had read, 'It's a secret way for someone to say I love you.'
He glanced back at you still sleeping peacefully, face completely relaxed and briefly wondered if your powers were taking the lead on your emotions and making gardenias grow around the cave. Or were you dreaming about something?
Something in his heart grew, here you were sleeping against his shoulder, making symbols of a secret love grow around the room. This had to be a sign of something, right?
Before he could contemplate it any further, you squirmed and then began to stir. Your eyes fluttered open, hazily taking in your surroundings before they landed on the boy beside you and widened in size, skin darkening with a blush.
"Why the fuck didn't you wake me up?" You snapped and turned on your heel to stomp out of the room without even waiting for a response from him. The others who noticed the way he was just staring at the place you were in surprise. You always do such a 180 when you're around him and conscious.
"Wow, sunshine's crabby in the morning." Wally commented from beside him. When he didn't get any response, he looked over to see Robin with a silly smile on his face.
Dick couldn't stop himself from grinning. The gardenias were still blooming.
"Antheia, do you think you will be able to stop the plants from growing any further?" Batman turned to face you, only to find you staring at him with a hazy, blank expression.
"Antheia?" Robin called but you didn't even flinch, your eyes were locked onto the holo-computer, seeing the thick vines that were twisting and turning. Their call was overwhelming, you could feel them grow even beneath your feet. It was like a siren was blearing through your head.
You couldn't tell what they were trying to say, it was like they were muffled. It was confused and lost, following Ivy and it was happy listening to her. And yet, it was feeling pain, the Justice League was busy pruning her as we speak. It was scared, crying out for someone to help them and you felt obligated to help. Your mind was getting heavy, throbbing with an oncoming migraine.
"(Y/N)!" Your eyes snapped open and focused onto the boy in front of you. Everyone was staring at you in concern and you blinked, suddenly not able to remember what the hell was going on. You were just trying to focus on something other than the screams and cries of the plant.
"......What?" You asked a little dumbly, noticing the concern on Robin's face. The plants were still crying. You couldn't get the painful sound of their screams out of your mind. You felt like curling up into a ball and crying.
"Batman asked if you would be able to stop the plants?"
"Oh, um, no." You answered in a distracted way that made his face pinch with worry. His hands were still grasping your shoulders tightly, keeping his face in close proximity to yours. You didn't even realize, too out of it to even notice.
Robin on the other hand felt his cheeks get uncomfortably hot the more you stared at him with those innocent, beautiful eyes of yours. If Batman hadn't been breathing down his neck, he was sure he would've kissed you in the moment.
Unfortunately for him, his dad always knew how to ruin the moment. And he would continue to for the rest of his life. Until death do them part. Even after the two of you grow up and live together, the Batman would find some way to interrupt your fun.
"Robin!" You screamed when one of Ivy's plants wrapped around his neck and slammed him against the trees. They didn't let up curling tighter around his throat. Fear struck you as he began choking from breath and you knew you had to do something.
Suddenly murderous intent took over you and you glared at Ivy who returned it with a smug smirk of her own. Oh, how you'd rip that smirk off her face.
"Okay Ivy, you wanna play? Let's play." You ground out, slamming your hands against the vine around Robin's neck and it began disintegrating beneath your fingers. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath and you tuned out the sound of the plant crying as it died beside him.
Ivy heard it just as loudly as you had, she screamed and more plants lunged towards the both of you.
"Go help the others! I'm about to snap this twig." You spat at Robin, using your powers to kill the roots as it reached you. It was working slowly, your powers weak to the pain of the plants around you. Even as every cell of your body told you not to, you clenched your fingers into fists and watched as the creeper feel to the marsh, dead.
You engaged in battle with Ivy. Plants were screaming for mercy all around you but you couldn't stop for even a second. Life around you was trembling but you had to keep fighting the villain in front of you because if you hesitated for even a second, many more would die.
Thorns scratched your skin, drawing blood and curled around Ivy, sinking barbs into her skin.
"Face it girlie! You're never going to overpower me!"
"Oh, I'm not trying to overpower you, just distract you long enough for Robin to get rid of the control system." You replied, just as smug as she had been at the start of the fight. Now you got to see her face melt into one of panic just as Robin jumped over her head and to your side with a grin identical to yours.
"Cover your ears!" He sang, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and ducking, covering your body with his own. You were grateful for it; you weren't sure you could even keep your body upright at the moment.
Then you heard the explosion and your heart stopped. Every single fibre of your body burned red hot fire as you heard screams and cries around you. Bile was crawling up your throat and your breathing got thin. They were sobbing a heart-broken wail and your eyes misted at the mere sound.
Without realizing it, you were gripping onto Robin's hand, brows furrowed together. The sound of the explosion cleared, the Injustice League was captured and he pulled you up to stand with the others.
It was silent for a moment. You had won.
And then the consequences of your actions hit you.
Everyone's necks snapped towards you when you let out a heart-wrenching sob. Robin, who was standing right next to you caught you just in time before your body hit the ground. Pain exploded in your chest as you began wailing against him.
"(Y/N)? (Y/N)! What's wrong?!" He panicked but you didn't respond, crying into his chest as you gripped his cape in an iron fist. Everything hurt and all you could feel was sorrow and guilt.
The other heroes crowded around you but your eyes were screwed shut, tears making your eyes sting. Robin held onto you tightly, pulling your body against his as you continued to cry.
"What's happening?" Artemis murmured, looking around to see the environment change before her eyes. Everyone else followed her lead to see how leaves began rotting, then the trees. The smell was pungent. Thorns and weeds were crawling up the dying trees, pulling them into the swamp.
"(Y/N) please, what's wrong?" Robin whispered in your ear but you couldn't hear him. The sounds of plants screaming and wailing was echoing through your mind. How they begged you to save them. How they begged you to stop.
And then it got hard to breathe, your chest constricted and you were wheezing. Robin had to watch in horror when petals and blood poured from your mouth. You were choking, throwing up and sobbing in his arms, and he was unable to do anything to help you.
"Flash get her to the Batcave." Batman said gruffly, he was shocked and worried for you but didn't say anything, not wanting to scare his son more, "Sending you the coordinates now."
"Alfred prepare the med-bay."
Dick watched with a sinking heart as he handed you into Flash's arms. It took him a few seconds for his mind to stop whirring, he was still kneeling in the swampy marsh when the team huddled around him.
"It's gonna be okay." Wally murmured, wrapping an arm around his shaking body.
"We just have to hope for the best."
When the others had gotten back to the Cave, you had just been moved there, after being looked over by Alfred. He joined you in the med-bay, wanting to keep an eye on you. But as of yet, you still had to wake up.
Dick wasn't supposed to be listening to the adult’s conversation, but he couldn't help himself, he had to know if you were going to be okay.
"The situation is undeterminable, sir. But as of now, the flowers that are clogging her respiratory system keep growing. If we don't find a cure for this, it's inevitable that she will suffocate and pass."
His heart stopped. Die? You couldn't die, not when he still had so many things to tell you. For so long, he hadn't told you of his feelings, wanting to keep the relationship between the two of you professional. But now more than anything, he wished he had said something.
There were so many things he didn't get to do with you yet. You had yet to give him a bouquet on your first date. He wanted to lay in bed with you, smelling fresh flowers as you told him what different plants symbolized. He had yet to see moments where you can't control your powers and make plants grow around the cave.
He hadn't even given you a flower yet.
"Rob listen, I did some research on this 'disease'." Wally said, falling into step with him, "It's called the Hanahaki disease."
"That's fiction Wal—"
"But that's the best we've got right now." Came his curt reply and Dick's heart clenched.
"Hanahaki disease is a fictional sickness that only occurs when someone is suffering from unrequited love. The victim will cough up flower petals that symbolize their love. This disease is only cured when the victim's feelings are romantically returned." Wally read off his phone before turning to Dick with a smile.
He raised a brow, "What?"
"You have to kiss (Y/N)!"
"Yep! You have to return her unrequired love!"
"Wally that's ridiculous, kissing someone doesn't cute anything."
"Well, it's the only thing we have. And for (Y/N), we need to try anything." He said, pushing him towards the med-bay. His voice was tight and tense, like he was holding onto his as his last hope and Dick prayed that it would work when the door of your room came into his sight.
You were asleep and if he hadn't known any better, he would've thought you were healthy. Wally closed the door behind him, leaving Dick alone with you. The only sound in was the beeping from your heart monitor and your light wheezing. It was getting harder to breathe.
Dick inched his way closer to you, watching as your eyelashes fluttered gently in your sleep. Leaning over the bed you were lying in; he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving his head in line with yours.
"God, please let this work." He whispered and your bottom lip was caught between his. It was feather-light but yet, electricity was buzzing through his veins and fireworks went off in his mind.
For a minute, nothing happened and his heart clenched in his chest before he kissed you a little harder. This had to work because they didn't have any other lead. Dick felt you exhale feebly against him and he almost gave up hope.
But then you took a deep breath, stealing the breath from his lungs and he pulled away quickly to see your eyelids fluttering open. The colour was returning to your cheeks and your eyes were sparkling up at him. You smiled gently and he blinked away tears of relief. Thank goodness.
'His eyes are blue' You thought, staring deeply into them. They were beautiful, alluring. You didn't know why but just looking into his eyes was addicting. Was this what it felt like to be so deep in love? That even his eyes were enough to captivate you?
"I'm so glad you're awake." He muttered, cupping your cheeks firmly and planting another kiss on your lips. You giggled lightly, heart overjoyed to find the boy you had been in love with for so long had returned your feelings and you responded to the kiss eagerly, placing your palms over his hands and leaning into him.
With your regaining strength, you felt a flower materialize in your hands. The stem between your fingers brought you comfort just as the scent of the flower brought you back life.
When Dick pulled away, you delicately slipped it into his hands and he turned his attention to it, blue eyes softening when he recognized this particular flower in his hands.
"It's an Aster." You whispered quietly, lips brushing against his and he chuckled. It was the only flower you thought of when he came to your mind, "Get it?"
Dick turned his eyes away from the blossom and looked at you again. Your heart jumped, noticing just how much love he held in them. Eyes you could swim in, overflowing with love for you. Suddenly you were overwhelmed, feeling adoration and attraction. You needed to be closer to him, even though he was pressed against you.
Your fingers curled into his collar and pulled him closer to you, slanting your lips over his in an open-mouthed kiss. Dick gasped against your lips, startled for no longer than a second before sinking against you and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.
Your lips moved gently against his, the blushing flower trapped between both your bodies. The smell of fresh flowers clouded Dick's mind with everything that was you. Your hair, your smile, your lips. If you kept kissing him like that, he was certain he'd forget his own name.
And then you pulled away and Dick noted that you were as beautiful as a fresh flower. Your skin was glowing with life and your tired eyes were twinkling. You smiled sleepily at him, eyes closing shut and he lowered you back to the bed. Immediately, you slipped back into slumber, exhausted from the day's events.
He watched for a couple seconds, making sure you were able to breathe without any problems before realizing he should tell the others that you were okay.
He slipped out of the room quietly, stealing a final glance of you sleeping peacefully in the bed and a huge smile grew on his face, "She's awake."
It was only then he noticed just how colourful the room had gotten in the few minutes he was with you.
The walls were covered with vines and roses of different colours, camelias and carnations of different shades. It littered the room, not leaving a single inch of the wall untouched and scattered petals all over the floor like confetti.
Different creepers hung from the ceiling, dusting all the superheroes with sparkling pollen and colourful petals. Not to mention there were stems crawling up the Justice League members, flowers hugging their ankles lovingly.
Batman looked a lot less intimidating with petals in his cape and a rose stuck behind his ear. Robin blushed at the sight of everyone giving him knowing smiles.
Aster: This flower became a symbol of love when in Greek mythology it was placed on the altars for the gods. So now, when you send a bouquet featuring this vibrant bloom, the message of "Take Care Of Yourself For Me" is implied. It conveys deep emotional love and affection for someone.
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Arrangement Part 2
Dick promised to discuss the “idea” in the morning… but the Reader distracts him… just a little.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: food mention, SMUT, use of good/baby girl, oral (female receiving), budding sub/dom relationship, FLUFF
Word Count: 1180
Note: Welp, several people liked the last part. So here’s another look at Dick Grayson as a budding Sugar Daddy Dom with the reader as his sugar baby. If you notice I get anything wrong about the lifestyle, please let me know so that I can fix it. I’ve done some research, so the characters will be learning as I do. Thank you for any and all feedback. Enjoy!
Arrangement Part 1
When you woke the next morning, you were welcomed by the smell of coffee and a hot breakfast. You wrapped the throw blanket at the end of the bed around the shirt you borrowed from the floor. Then you shuffled out of the bedroom. The sight you happened upon warmed you up more than the blanket.
Dick was whistling along with the music playing softly from his phone. The pan in front of him sizzled. On the bar, there were plates and orange juice cups set for two. He turned around to deliver the skillet feast. And saw you leaning against the door. Thankfully the food hit the plate as his lack jaw fell towards the floor.
“Has anyone told you that you look stunning in the morning light? Especially still looking a little debauched?”
You blushed. “You have a way with words, detective. Is that how you get criminals to confess?”
“Sometimes.” Steadying himself, he put his cooking things away and pulled out your chair. “Other times I sway them with my dashing good looks.” He kissed the back of our head after you sat down.
“Then you would be an expert of looking delicious in the morning light, debauched or not.”
Dick choked on his coffee. The twinge of pink at the tops of his ears made you giggle. You began to eat instead of teasing him more. Still, the pink didn’t go away for a while.
Towards the end of cleaning up, you began again. The towel you were using to dry the dishes twirled easily. And it snapped perfectly against the ass you admired so much the night before. Dick jumped, splashing water everywhere. By the time he turned around, you were composed and the spitting image of innocence. Or you were until he turned to the sink again. Then you gave a snap to his other side, giggling as he jumped again. Laughing, he wrangled the towel away from you, twisting it around your wrists in front of you.
“If you’re not careful, you’re gonna get punished.”
“Oh, so we’re diving right in, are we?”
“The way I see it… we dove right in last night. You followed directions perfectly.” A gasp caught in your throat as he pinned you against the counter. His finger traced down the side of your face. “Like a good girl.”
The shock that shot up your spine parted your lips. He leaned in and captured then. While your tongues danced against one another, your hips hungrily rolled against his. The way his fingers creeped under the shirt felt like innocent exploration. But then he found out what you weren’t wearing. Next thing you knew, you were sitting on the counter and Dick was undoing the buttons on the shirt you borrowed. Dutifully, you didn’t fight against the towel still wrapped around your wrists.
“Look at that,” he murmured after a whistle. “I believe I like seeing you more in the morning than feeling you in the dark.” Bright blue eyes took your breath away. “You really are stunning, Y/N.” Your self-conscience retort came out in a soft moan. Dick’s mouth traveled down your neck to between your breasts. As your breath stuttered, he began to knead them, warming them in his palms while his mouth traveled further down. The revenant way he kissed your stomach made you blush and close your eyes. “Open your eyes, Y/N. Don’t hide from me.”
“Yes, Sir.” You bit your lip, tensing at what slipped out.
You shouldn’t have been frightened he wouldn’t like it. Dick’s face lit up and he smiled while resting his head on your thigh. Given different circumstances, you toyed with the idea of switched positions. Those thoughts flew out the window as his voice rumbled.
“Spread your legs.”
Obeying, you whimpered as Dick spread your pussy lips. You knew what you looked like. His predatory glare and promises had soaked you ages ago. You cried out as he flattened his tongue against you. It sent shivered through every part of you. Breakfast may have just been cleared away, but he was still starving.
Starving for you.
Still constrained, you did your best to weave your hands in his hair. Dick hummed pleasantly into your heat when you tugged a bit harder than you intended. His hands dropped to your waist, holding you in place so you couldn’t wriggle away. Then he struck. Your eyes crossed as he set to eating you out like today was his last one on earth.
Before long, your legs were quaking. With your hands still in front, there was nothing to do but lean back onto the cold kitchen island as dick tugged you further to the edge. Hazily you saw him watching you. His long dark lashes lined his eyes like a window into an ocean you could get lost in. Most of you wanted to let your eyes close so you could fall into pleasure. But he was watching. Waiting.
Dick sent a questioning hum into your pussy.
“May… may I cum? Please, Sir?”
You almost fell over the edge at the next sight. Dick pulled back to answer, showing you how messy an eater he was with his chin covered in your juices. “Cum at any time, baby girl. I’ll let you know if you can’t.”
He was on you again in a second. You called his names to the ceiling, arching against the counter. His tongue and fingers brought you back down to the normal non-orgasmic world. When you could see straight again, he was wiping the mess from his face. Your mess.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning,” you slurred. You both laughed. But something picked at the back of your mind while he cleaned you up. “Hey, Dick?”
“Is using ‘Sir’ okay? I’ve never done this before so I’m not sure how lame I sound when I say it.”
He tossed the used towel into the sink and exhaled slowly. “I will admit, this is a learning experience for me too. I’m willing to try what you do.” He rubbed the back of his head in that endearing way you were beginning to love. “And for the record, you don’t sound lame. You sound hot.”
You blushed. Damn this man. Quickly you leaned forward and gave the end of his nose a kiss. “Learning together. I like it.”
It took him a second to recover. He snorted. “My God, you’re cute.” He cleared his throat. “Well, you’ve worked your end of the food stipend.”
“But you didn’t-“
“You fed me, so I’ll make sure you’re fed. Now,” he picked you up and carried you towards the living room. “It’s Saturday. I want to have more fun with you. Let’s see about that housing down payment. I haven’t built a pillow fort in ages… and I want to know what will keep you hot and bothered all day.”
While you grabbed the pillows, Dick got revenge for the two ass-snaps by giving smart swats to yours. Hot and bothered? You shivered to think how quickly he was learning.
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Headcanons on falling asleep next to the batboys while being sick
Dick-makes sure you’re comfortable -tucks you in-brushes your hair out of your face-he’s just really caring and makes sure your okay
Jason-would curl up next to you-he would be so gentle and caring -kisses your forehead-looks down at you with a concerned expression
Tim-silently worries-but he’s really glad you finally fell asleep-gives you a peck and decides to put his work down and fall asleep with you-plays with your fingers as he drifts off
Damian-pulls you into his hold-he cuddles you since you ‘need’ the extra heat-plays with your hair-making sure your breathing because he’s paranoid that your nose will get so stuffy you wont be able to breath
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Hiiiii i love your blog! Probably one of the only ones I actually have notifs on for 🤔😉
Anywayyyy my bday is coming up and I was wondering if you had any headcanons about what the batboys are like on your birthday! Can be fluffy, smutty, funny, whatever ur feeling lol.
Dinner drinks and/or dessert at your favorite restaurant or that one place you’ve always wanted to try. Actually plans it ahead of time instead of throwing around Wayne name last minute.
Buys you a gift of a hobby you have like nice pencils or the next book you want to read in a series.
Afterwards would want to walk you home.
Would do birthday spanks for each year of your age in a playful way.
Would joke and say that he was your last present. “This is all yours. All night 😏.”
Would take you to do something exciting or unusual. Like go some place to throw axes or sky diving.
Takes you to get something new from like a good food truck or hole in the wall he found on patrol. “Best tacos but you might get shot. Not with me tho.”
More likely to buy you experiences like a gift card to the painting studio you’ve wanted to go to.
Will do birthday kisses that turn into something more.
Uses his Wayne connections to get you a table at the hottest restaurant you’ve been wanting to try that has a year wait but he gets it like the day before.
Buys you an expensive gift without realizing it’s too much. “It’s just a $300 watch/bracelet. Not that crazy.”
Would be the one to take you to the theatre if you’ve been wanting to watch some performance that’s usually sold out.
Rents a hotel room for the weekend and you have champagne fueled bubble baths and sex on every surface.
Comes across as super impressive but everything is planned like 2 days before.
King of inappropriately expensive gifts. He thinks a car is a smart purchase and you needed one. 🤷🏻♀️
Would rent out the restaurant for the night or hire a famous chef you admire for the night at his pent house.
Bruce’s secretary actually arranged everything months ago.
Fan of trying for birthday Os but never gets to your birthday number but it’s fun to try.
Would take you to the zoo or aquarium or animal conservatory during the day.
He’d give you a painting he did of you from a moment you didn’t even realize he was looking like when you were playing with his dog. Or when you dropped a popsicle on the sidewalk.
Alfred would cook your favorite food and Damian would drag it to the roof for a picnic.
“Titus knows it’s your birthday and is happier.” “I don’t think dogs understand birthdays.” “He’s very intelligent.”
Would ask Dick for advice if he wants to be romantic. And Dick would be like “share a dessert and hold hands maybe??” And Damian is far from impressed because that’s a normal Friday night.
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That Moment When Your Idiotic Lovable Older Bro Forgets About Gravity And You Can’t Mute The Family Group Chat.
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@leonkennedyislove requested some fluff with Damian and injured Dick, and I kinda sorta got carried away...
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