#dick grayson x female!reader
I fucking love Dick Grayson
I really need to write for him…and more DC…
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Pairing: Dick Grayson as Nightwing x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of death
Word Count: 3.5K
Summary: Dick Grayson teaches you that it's okay to love someone else in your life.
A/N: Ya'll I'm all about being strict with yourself and everything but just for today if you want an extra cookie then you take the damn cookie. Maybe you can work twice as hard tomorrow or you can do one extra task on your to-do list. But if you want the extra cookie, then don't hold yourself back.
You loved working at a bakery. The thing about a bakery is that it wasn't the same as one of those capitalist coffee houses where people wanted their morning cup of joe before they had to run to work. No, a bakery meant people would visit the quaint little store where people would sit down and enjoy their coffee and muffin leisurely before leaving.
It was calm and quiet, even during rush hours. So, you didn't find it surprising at all when people sat down to finish their work. Students came here to study. Office workers came here to look over their numbers. Readers came here to bury their noses in their book of that week.
And as of most recently, police officers came here to look through their cases. Well, a police officer.
Dick Grayson had got to be the sweetest thing you have ever laid your eyes on. And you lived in a damn bakery. He always came on Thursdays, spending nearly an hour to go through case reports while he ate. The same every week, a chocolate eclair and a cup of milk tea. He came by so often that you began preparing his order beforehand for him.
You liked to think it was because he was a loyal regular so you wanted to show appreciation but your co-worker knew it was because you wanted as much time possible to stare at his gorgeous face. She couldn't blame you however, his face was so perfect she felt her retinas burn a little every time she looked straight at him.
Since the day you expressed the slightest interest in Dick Grayson, she had been pushing you to ask him out. You merely entertained her, laughing along whenever she made a joke about how the two of you would look good together and that you've been single for too long. But both of you knew you couldn't do anything to change that.
Just like you hadn't for about 3 years now.
And you assumed it would continue to stay that way.
But Dick Grayson. Wow. Not only was he the most gorgeous person you've ever laid your eyes on, he was also always so well-mannered, polite and cheery. He remembered your name, always asked you about your day. And perhaps the most important part; the man knew how to tip well.
But even then, no matter how smitten you were with him, you wanted it to remain just that. Unrequited and unreturned. Admiration from afar. Never in your life had you wanted it to turn into something more than that. The short reason was because you were afraid.
The long reason was that you still weren't over your boyfriend. You suppose 3 years was more than enough time to move on from somebody but you could only assume that was if you part ways willingly.
He was it for you, your soulmate, your everything. And all it took was one minute to rip him away from you. If he had left the house a minute later, if he had entered the bank a minute later, if the ambulance had gotten there a minute faster, maybe he'd still be there with you.
That's why it was difficult to get over him. He was your soulmate, your other half, you were sure of it. How could you even love someone else knowing that they weren't your soulmate? How would someone else love you if they knew that you could never love them as much as you could?
It was inconceivable, not to mention selfish. You'd never be able to live with yourself knowing that you were keeping someone from meeting their true soulmate and yet not being able to give them the love that someone else could have given them.
Your best friend thought otherwise. She didn't believe in the concepts of soulmates, that there was only one person on the face of the planet who could be your other half. However sometimes you felt that she only thought that way to make you feel less guilty.
Besides, it's not like Dick ever tried to make any advances on you either. So really you were worrying for nothing.
"Why haven't you asked him out yet?" Gwen teased, leaning on the counter beside you where you were unabashedly staring at Dick Grayson. Man was built like a model; you couldn't help it.
"Because if he rejects me, we lose a customer and hence profit." You answered nonchalantly, not even bothering to look her in the eye. So, you didn't see the way she rolled them so high the could've gone to the back of her head.
"He orders one drink and one pastry every week, I think we'll survive." She mentioned, getting back behind the register as someone came in. They were teenage girls who were apparently attracted by the sight of Dick sitting by the window, judging by the way they giggled cutely amongst each other and stared at him. They ordered 6 bubble teas and a bunch of mini cakes.
You turned towards Gwen with a smirk, "Will we? He's practically a light up sign that says come inside! Buy things and stare at me some more! I get even prettier if you're eating one of the apple strudels!"
You didn't notice the way his lips turned up in a little smile at your words but Gwen sure did. Because of course she did. You wrote off everything he did because there was absolutely no way Dick would like you or show any interest in you but Gwen knew that he lingered by the counter when you were the one taking his order.
She knew he gave you a softer smile and even noticed the way his eyes would follow you around the cafe while you set orders in front of other customers and rearranged the flowers on different tables.
Oh, she knew. And she knew just how to get you two crazy kids together.
The cafe was busy. So busy that your hair was a mess but you didn't have free hands to rearrange it and make it look slightly presentable even though you were taking orders from other customers while also trying to keep an ear open for the oven. These were the days that you regret not hiring any part-timers to help you during rush hours.
But then you'd have to actually pay them which you didn't like either.
During the rush, the last person who expected to walk through the doors was Dick Grayson. You knew he usually came during quiet hours to work on cases. And since practically every table was occupied, you were sure he would need to talk his order to go.
"Hey, the regular?" You asked, smiling gently behind the register and he returned it before shaking his head, "No, 6 black coffees, please. Everyone on the team needed one if we're going to finish all the paperwork today."
"Pulling an all-nighter?" You asked, punching in the order on the screen and he nodded, "Feel free to stop by for anything else, will that be all?"
He nodded again and you grinned, handing him his receipt and credit card. You were slightly disappointed due to the short-lived interaction but quickly waved him away so you could attend to the next customer.
The woman smiled coyly, letting her eyes follow him, "I'll have whatever he's having."
You smiled politely, "Six black coffees coming right up."
Oh, the look on her face was as bitter as the coffee she was about to receive when she sauntered over to Dick only to be promptly shut down. You felt kind of bad for her and made it a point in your head to offer her more cream and sugar than usual to make her rejection a little easier to swallow.
And now was your favourite part.
Gwen set the cardboard box containing his order on the counter and you smirked evilly before calling out, "Dick!"
Everyone's head spun and you couldn't help laughing when you noticed the way his face turned a light pink. He gave you a playful smirk, "Thanks for that."
"I'll see you on Friday."
"Don't work yourself too hard Grayson."
Even when the door chimed behind him, the smile was still stuck on your face. The shop was in utter chaos but you were remaining ever the chipper, politely dealing with customers and feeling energized for the first time today.
"So, when's the date?" Gwen asked, coming out of the kitchen with the cooled cakes that she began to place in the display. She clearly noticed the way you were grinning just because of one measly minute of interaction with the blue-eyed beauty.
"I didn't ask him out."
"Well, lucky for you, I did."
You raised a brow, turning to find her staring at you with a smirk, "What?"
"I wrote your number on his cup."
You had every intention to politely turn down Dick if he ended up calling you but as the sun began to set, you began to feel disappointed and maybe even a little offended that he hadn't called yet. I mean, you had a legitimate reason for thinking of turning him down but what reason did he have?
Tons. If you actually sat down and thought about it, which you did, he had tons. He could already be in a committed relationship. He could be busy; he did say he was going to spend an all-nighter. He might not have seen your number on the cup. He could have thought that the number belonged to Gwen. He could be gay.
And of course, he could be uninterested.
But you preferred to think about the former reasons.
It wasn't until you were closing down the cafe, you heard your phone ring from the pocket of your apron that was haphazardly strewn across one of the tables.
Gwen 'oooohed' from the kitchen where she was stuck cleaning the ovens because she gave your number to people without consent. Ever the soldier, she accepted her punishment with a solemn nod.
You rolled your eyes at her and pulled out your phone, heart beating a tiny bit faster when you realized it was an unrecognized number.
You cringed. That wasn't Dick's voice.
"Who is this?"
"I was about to ask the same question," Came the smug reply, "I wanted to know the name of the pretty girl who wrote her number on my coffee cup."
You gritted your teeth, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and glared at the kitchen door, hoping the oven door would close in on that bitch.
"How do you know I'm pretty?"
"I can tell from your voice, sweetheart."
"Okay then, nice talking with you. Goodbye."
"Wait! You gave me your number, but you won't tell me your name?"
This was one of the most hilarious and embarrassing moments you've ever been in. You were sure looking back you would find this absolutely hilarious but at the moment there was nothing you wanted more than to melt into a puddle on the floor that Gwen would have to clean up.
"Well, you see, that actually wasn't meant for you." You explained, meekly, wondering just who the hell this guy was. For all you knew, he fished out the cup from the trash after Dick threw it away.
"Oh, well Grayson, you were right, it was for you. Damn, I owe Kev 5 bucks." Came from the other side of the phone and you nearly dropped your phone from shock and for a split second you wanted to just hang up and pretend that you lost your phone.
But instead, you just bit your lip to keep anything stupid from leaving your mouth and waited for the shuffling on the other line to end before Dick finally spoke, "Um, sorry about that, the other guys didn't believe me when I said the number was for me."
You didn't reply fast enough, you were trying to think of something to say that was witty but cute at the same time but your mind was coming up blank, "Um, it was for me, right?"
"How are you so sure that I'm the one who wrote it though?" That was a genuine question, the number could have easily been Gwen's.
"I'm assuming it was since you're the one who picked up the phone." Dumb question. It was a dumb question.
"It's totally fine if you say no, but do you possibly want to get a cup of coffee sometime?"
"I work at a coffee shop, Dick." Came your curt answer and the place exploded into laughter, making you assume the phone was still on speaker and you blushed.
"Right, then maybe for dinner? Please?"
Oh, he's so cute. And he's on speaker phone, you wouldn't want to embarrass him in front of his colleagues. Also, one meal wouldn't hurt. And you really hated to say no.
You nodded before realizing he couldn't see you, "Sure. I'd love to."
"Great! Just text me what time you get off work."
You nodded again, "Alright, bye."
You turned back to Gwen, who was standing in the doorway with a smirk on her face and scowled at how triumphant she looked, "Well I hope you're happy with yourself, now I have to go and shave my legs."
"Oof finally, maybe next time we cuddle I won't get carpet burn."
You sent her a glare that was so foul she actually stopped in her place. She recognized your mom-death-stare anywhere and you could see that she suddenly began rethinking her decision. Which she should, you had half a mind to call up her own mother and tattle.
"I mean, it's just one date. I'm sure you'll be okay. Besides, Dick is a nice guy and you've had a crush on him for way too long."
You didn't say anything, just choosing to stare at her. You knew Gwen and you knew the way she'd cripple under your stare. You weren't mad at her, she was right, you had been crushing on Dick ever since he stepped into the cafe. But you also knew the more you stared at her, the more chance you had of getting her to clean the cappuccino machine this month.
"And I know you miss him but I think this is what he would've wanted for you, to be happy even if he wasn't in your life."
Now the conversation was headed towards an unwanted place. This was usually where you got closed off and she knew that well. Just like she expected, you broke eye contact with her and went to grab a rag to wipe down tables.
"I know you still go to the bus stop."
The bus stop. Your boyfriend had walked you to the bus stop on your first date. Coincidentally, it began drizzling at the same time and the way the sunlight had hit it just perfectly, a rainbow was visible right above you. It was truly magical and at the time the two of you had joked around about how it was a sign from above.
You had long since moved and stopped using that bus stop. But still, some days when you especially missed him, you would go back and sit quietly, staring up at the sky and waiting for a sign from above.
It was quiet for a few minutes, with the two of you just wiping down tables before you spoke up quietly, "How do I know if I'm ready?"
Gwen hummed contemplatively, like she was actually thinking about your question instead of just telling you what you wanted to hear, "I guess you won't know until you try. It's just one date with the guy, you don't have to be committed to each other. Besides, it's Dick, he's not some narrow-minded guy that's only looking for sex."
That comforted you a tiny bit. She was right, Dick was kind and gentlemanly. He'd understand if you said you weren't ready. That realization gave you confidence and you were more that eager to have a fun night.
Shaving your legs was so worth it for this man. To someone who couldn't relate it might seem like a stupid way to gauge a date but to a person who invested in razors and post shaving products, it was a sure-fire way to tell if someone had a good time.
Dick was a perfect 10 no matter which way you looked at him. Beautiful, that was obvious. Kind to the wait staff, always a plus. Funny and interesting, there wasn't a single beat of awkward silence throughout the date. And more than anything, he was the first man to make your heart flutter in a long time.
He was so different compared to your last boyfriend, you couldn't put your finger on it, but their energies were different. That was possibly a good thing.
When dinner was done with, you both walked back to the parking lot where he began laughing when you expressed just how excited you were to get back into his porche.
"I mean, you're cute and all but your car is a 10." You joked around and immediately felt relieved because he seemed to understand that it was merely a joke. Taken in the wrong context you could tell how that might seem like a red flag.
The two of you rode back to your apartment in a comfortable silence when Dick brought up the topic of a second date. You bit your lip guiltily; you had a great time but it was difficult to suddenly open your heart to someone new. Especially when you spent the last few years denying it.
"Okay this is gonna be a little heavy for a first date but," You began, stealing glances at him from the corner of your eye. He was watching the road diligently but had his body turned slightly towards you which made you comfortable, "I was in a very serious relationship with someone a couple years ago. We were supposed to get married."
He didn't tense up in the way you were expecting him to, in fact he just kept listening to you obediently, "He passed away. And I feel kinda guilty every time I date someone else, you know? Because he was just the one for me, so how can I be dating someone else?"
It was quiet for a second and you wondered if you had scared him off. You sunk into the leather seats a little bit, hoping the ride to your house would be short but it didn't seem like it since you had gone quiet far out of the city for your date.
You sat up, "You do?"
Dick nodded, sparing you a smile, "I've experienced loss too so I know what you might be feeling."
He nodded again, "Well, my parents passed away when I was a boy. And then my brother." You didn't say you were sorry; you had long learned that it didn't make anyone feel better.
"I got adopted soon after and after my brother passed, my dad adopted another son. And in the start, it felt like I was trying to replace my parents, to replace Jason."
You nodded, "Finally, someone who gets it."
"Oh, I get it, don't worry. I used to feel guilty every time I'd hang out with my brother Tim or when I'd think of Bruce as my dad."
"Did you ever stop feeling like that?"
"Eventually, when I learnt that you don't have to stop loving someone to open your heart to someone new. Love doesn't work that way, it's infinite. I love Bruce as my father, doesn't mean I love my parents any less. And I think everyone deserves the chance to love someone."
His words gave you something to think about and you spent the next couple of minutes just pondering over it. Should you go on a second date with him? You wanted to, but something inside you just couldn't agree to it. It could've been fear, it could've been something else. But you couldn't let go of it long enough to just take the plunge.
A rainbow soared through the night sky.
"Nyan cat?" You blurted out before you could even make sense of what you were saying and Dick burst into laughter beside you.
"Unfortunately, no, just looks like someone's pride flag got loose."
You blinked a couple times just to make sure you weren't seeing things but the more you looked at it, the clearer it got. It was an unmistakable rainbow that was fluttering in the night sky.
Just the sign you needed.
Turning back to Dick with a soft smile, you gingerly rested one of your hands on his. He turned to look at you, blue eyes filled with mirth and comfort and rejuvenation. This was your chance. It was like a breath of fresh air, a new adventure. And sure, you were scared, but it was a good kind.
"I'd love to go on a second date with you, Dick."
The smile you got in response was the key you needed to open your heart right up.
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Summary: You’ve been missing for a long time but now you’re home and Dick isn’t about to let you distance yourself from him.
Warnings: Angst Fluff
Reader: Female Reader
Pairings: Dick Grayson x Reader
A/n: Act like Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian all grew up under the same roof with you for this one shot. Damian is still the only one that is Bruce’s biological child though.
Masterlist - Part Two (Old Times)
If anyone asked where the best place in the Wayne Manor was, you’d tell them about the rooftop. You had to be extremely balanced and brave (or stupid) to be able to get to the peak. But once you got there, it would be the perfect place to see all of Gotham. If the wind was blowing right and you strained your ears to listen, you could even hear the hustle and bustle of the city despite being so far away.
But that was when you were growing up. Everything’s different now. The roof was still an amazing place to be but it no longer held the peacefulness you craved as a child. Still, it was better than being in the middle of the family arguments occurring below you. Even then, you can’t completely escape it.
“I figured I’d find you up here,”
You don’t even have to turn your head to know who was walking across the roof toward you with expert balance. The roof put distance between you and your other brothers except Dick. While they didn’t mind jumping from one building to another with Batman, the roof of Wayne manor was different. You had claimed it as your own and raised hell if anyone bothered you. Anyone other than Dick at least. You always had a soft spot for him.
“Shouldn’t you be in Bludhaven?” You ask, averting your gaze from the skyline of Gotham to the slanted shingles on the roof.
“Well, when you see on the news that Y/n Y/l/n came home for the first time in eight years you make a special trip,” Dick says, sitting in the spot he had claimed 15 years ago.
“You shouldn’t have wasted your time,” You mutter.
“Hey,” He lightly scolds. “You’re not a waste of time,” He tells you, his voice a little softer. You risk a glance at him. He gives you a small smile. You force one in return before looking down as it fades.
“Did I ever... hurt you?” You ask, your jaw clenching the instant the question is out in an attempt to hold yourself together.
“Don’t. Don’t do that to yourself.” Dick states, shaking his head. “Nothing you did was you,”
“But it was, Dick.” You snap, looking at him. “Every kill, every fight, every injury was because of me. I was the one who did that, no one else.”
“Do you even remember what happened?” Dick asks, raising his eyebrows at you. “Remember what they forced you to do?” You hold his gaze before looking down. “It wasn’t you fault,” Dick says slowly trying to emphasize his point. “You didn’t have control over yourself, you didn’t know what you were doing.”
“I hate that I can’t remember,” You whisper. “Eight years of my life and nothing. All I remember is going to that party with you,” A small smile came onto your lips. “I convinced you to dance with me,”
“We danced all night,” Dick whispers, a smile of his own on his lips. It only lasts a few seconds before it fades. “I leave you for two minutes and you just... disappear,” You frown your eyebrows not liking the sound of his voice.
“You blame yourself? Dick...” You whisper, your shoulder deflating.
“We look after each other,” He says, looking at you. “It’s what we do. You have my back and I have yours, always. But the one time you actually need me and I’m in the kitchen doing a beer bong.” He growls, glaring at his fidgeting hands.
You push back the tears as your arms wrap around his arm. You hug his bicep and rest your head on his shoulder. He lets out a shaky breath and kisses the top of your head.
“I missed you so goddamn much,” Dick whispers, leaning against you. His head leaning on yours, his nose buried in your hair. Your eyes closed as you focus on him. You ignore the tear falling down your face.
Eight years ago you had been kidnapped by a group that you have no recollection of. They had you under their complete control. Not only did they kidnap you and turn your mind into mush, they experimented on you. They wanted to make you strong enough, powerful enough to be able to take down the Justice League and everyone associated with them.
They succeeded, sort of. While you couldn’t take down the entire Justice League, you were considerably stronger than you had been. They had a serum that changed your DNA. You had the enhancement and strength of Superman, the speed of Flash, and the power of Zatanna.
Bruce had an entire file on you. He had recordings of the experiments you went through that your captors had taken and notes on everything you did. One night when everyone was asleep or out patrolling the city, you looked through the file.
You don’t remember it but you had been the reason behind so many deaths. So many good people, sidekicks and full fledged League members fell by your hand. You didn’t know how you could show your face around anybody knowing what you had done.
You felt touched that your family had spent the last eight years searching for you and trying to find a way to get you back. Even after everything you had done, they never gave up on you. They wanted you back, they wanted to help you become yourself again.
Yes, you’re home now. Yes, you’re in control of your actions now. No, you don’t feel like you’re back to yourself again. Not even close.
Before you were kidnapped, you were the original Batgirl. You and Dick had been trained at the same time. You both took up the mantle as Batman’s sidekick at the same time. You did everything together.
So, when Dick transitioned to Nightwing you hung up your cape to become Nightshade. You both thought it was clever with a side of corny at the time which is the exact reason why you took a name so similar to his. Since you were no longer Batman’s sidekicks, you had free range to become your own persons.
With Jason as Batman’s new Robin, Gotham was becoming crowded. Dick suggested Bludhaven and you followed him. You were there for three years before you were taken. Your absence happened a month before Jason’s death.
You family had no idea how they survived two tragedies so close to each other.
Almost a year later a mysterious assassin emerges out of nowhere. It took them a while to figure out that it was you. When your identity was revealed, the decision on what to do with you split the League.
Half the League wanted to get revenge for what you had done by death or isolation in an inescapable prison off world. The other half wanted to save and rehabilitate you.
Batman, Nightwing, and Robin (Tim) were strong advocates of saving you. In fact it had been brought up more than once that if anyone tried to kill you or take you off world they would have to personally deal with them, mainly Dick.
Dick had just found out that you were alive, he had hoped that you were but now he knew. Now that he knew you were alive, no matter what you did, he was going to get you back and damn anybody who got in his way.
They knew off the bat that you weren’t in control of your actions thus making you innocent in their eyes. But not everybody believed you to be innocent. But as Dick told anybody who lobbied against you, nobody was killing you or taking you away while he was around.
It wasn’t until Red Hood’s identity was revealed as Jason did they finally have a chance at bringing you home. Red Hood, Nightwing, Robin (Dick), Damian (a couple of months before he would take up the Robin suit), and Superboy all went up against you one night.
This wasn’t the first time Nightwing, Robin and Damian had tried to get you but with Red Hood and Superboy on their side they became victorious. Red Hood gave them that extra person while Superboy was more equipped to handle your speed and strength.
You were taken to the watchtower. You stayed there for a long time and weren’t allowed to socialize until you had control of your mind back. About a week ago you were released to Batman.
A couple of days ago the media caught word that Bruce Wayne’s long lost daughter has finally returned home which prompted Dick to come back to Gotham.
But while you are home with your family you can’t help but feel like an outsider. Since you’re return you feel as if there’s this wall between you and them. Bruce wasn’t completely sure how to act around you. Tim tried but you just couldn’t connect with him. Even Damian, the all confident biological kid of Bruce Wayne, felt awkward around you despite his relief that you were home. You haven’t seen Jason since you returned home but since your arrival to Gotham has been broadcasted you knew it wouldn’t be long until you two met up.
“I’m glad you’re here,” You whisper, snuggling into him more.
“Where else would I be?” He mutters. You look up, your eyes meeting his. “My place will always be by your side,” He reassures you.
“Dick... I’m not the same person I was, ok?” You whisper. “I’m still adjusting and-” Dick’s lips meet yours before you can finish. You lean into him, your hand touching the side of his face.
“You’re it for me, pretty girl,” Dick whispers, smiling softly. “You’ve been mine since we were kids and I’m not giving you up just because you’re stronger, faster and weirder than me now,” He winks at you. You smile widely and laugh quietly.
“I thought after eight years-”
“No,” Dick whispers, shaking his head. “It’ll only ever be you, sweetheart. Only you,” You smile, snuggling into him.
“Master Grayson, Ms. Y/l/n,” Alfred hollers from the ground. You both look down. “Dinner is served,”
“Thank you, Alfred,” You replied loud enough for him to hear. Alfred nods and reenters the house. You sigh looking at Dick.
“Come on, you know how Alfred gets if he has to say things twice,” Dick says standing up. You take his hand and he pulls you to him. “You and me, just like it has been since we were 12. That hasn’t changed,” You grin, balancing yourself carefully as you drape your arms around his neck.
“Well, I wasn’t exactly kissing you when we were 12,” Dick smirks, holding your hips.
“Relationships evolve,” He shrugs. You smile, staring into his eyes.
“You make the world quiet, Dick Grayson.” You whisper to him. “You keep my mind straight,”
“You do that yourself... I just remind you to smile and relax very so often,” He tells you.
“I love you,” You whisper, pressing your lips against his.
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Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader / Nightwing x reader
It’s 5.30 am and I can’t sleep so please have this instead.
My requests and askbox are open, so pretty please don’t be shy.
Dick was previously having a good day, like a seriously good day. His girlfriend had made garlic bread earlier. He would happily proclaim to anyone that would listen that his girlfriend made the best homemade garlic bread ever, with garlic minced so fine it was practically powder, soft, thick homemade bread and a generous heaping of parmesan cheese. Unfortunately, it was because of his own actions that he was in this situation right now.
“Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread,” Dick muttered heatedly to no one in particular as he staked out the warehouse.
“Everything alright, Dick?” questioned Barbara worriedly, the only one brave enough to ask what was making Dick so, if it was the right word, depressed.
Jason groaned over the comms before Dick could answer. His girlfriend’s shoulders shook from where she was crouched next to him on the roof, desperate to contain her laughter lest she blow their cover.
“Jason stole my freaking garlic bread!” Dick all but shouted into the comms.
Jason groaned again, sounding like he desperately wished to be anywhere as long as Dick wasn't there, followed by sighs from the rest of the batclan, equal parts relieved and exasperated. His girlfriend had completely given up on trying to contain her laughter, although she was at least making an attempt to laugh as silently as possible.
“I will……..make………you……..more…….later,” she managed to choke out in between her laughter. He was slightly mollified by her assurances, although he would much preferred if she would stop laughing. It was a serious matter, couldn’t she see it?
“I see the target, go,” Barbara suddenly said through the comms, interrupting his dark thoughts. Abruptly, his girlfriend turned serious, all signs of her laughing fit gone. He would have gotten whiplashed if he wasn’t the same at times.
“Let’s get this over with so we can eat,” she whispered lowly in his ear before jumping off the roof. He followed after her, grinning widely at the thought of finally being able to eat his girlfriend’s garlic bread. He was going to defend it from Jason this time, and probably the rest of his family as well, gods be damned.
This would honestly work with Wally too, so maybe I will do that on a later date.
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Dick Grayson x Reader (Drabble)
A/N: Unedited and I kinda freaked myself out while writing this. It's not scary but I'm a coward.
Dick froze when he saw a black sihlouette move at the end of the ballroom. He only caught a glance of her in between people but it was just as he had been told, an alluring woman in a white dress, with a gold and white masquerade mask to match.
He was on his feet instantly, weaving through the throngs of people in the hall towards where he saw her last. It was like she had disappeared into smoke just as he reached and he looked around a little cluelessly before the smell of fresh plums filled his senses.
He turned his head and against the light of the moon, he saw her sihlouette again. Smooth skin and long, silky hair that seemed to bounce with life moved in the shadows and he moved towards it, exiting the ballroom and moving to the hallways.
The hallways of the building were old and gave an antique feeling, the architecture from way before he was born and the smell of old wood and something earthy was not enough to cover the smell of plums.
Dick stalked through the straight hall, turning the corner and heading towards where she had probably just moved. The smell got even stronger.
She was called Phantom; some call her an urban legend but some swear on their life they had seen her before. She appeared during socialite events, though never seen on the invite list. The woman, wearing a mask even though it wasn't a masquerade, would meet the host and entice him.
She was described as having ordinary features but there was something that pulled them to her, a magnetic attraction one would call it. They would spend the night together but she would never be seen by him again and they would say the same to the police when they reported her as a thief.
What had she stolen? Well it was different each time.
She was never dressed the same, one had said she was wearing a deep navy, hair styled back in a way that made her seem regal. Another had remembered the woman in a seductive red dress, with a slit cut high to reveal the length of her smooth leg and a tempting neckline. Mysterious black, with lace gloves that made her seem unapproachable. A light lavender ball gown that fell around her, giving her an air of innocence. A silk emerald that revealed her curves while also remaining classy.
But they all remembered that she had the sultry scent of plums.
Even though they described her well, no one else at the ball seemed to recall seeing a woman in a mask, leaving with the host of the event. No one else had seen her.
Dick tried not to let the shadows get to him as he ventured deeper through the halls. The smell of plums got stronger as he entered a room to find the woman facing the crackling fireplace. When she turned, her mask was in her hand and revealed her face to him. She was nothing out of the ordinary, he agreed, but there was something enticing about her.
The sheer sleeves of her dress looked like clouds hugging your arms and he felt his head get unclear the more he looked at her. A beautiful dress that delicately framed her body caught his attention next before he moved his eyes back to her face.
Gentle eyes that stared at him with a glimmer and lips stained a natural pink. She was the picture of elegance but he felt his mouth water with need. The smell of plums was still in the room, but this time warmer and less present, like the heat of steam. He could feel himself getting drunk off the scent.
"Who are you?" He asked, despite his nerves lighting on fire.
"I should be asking you the same, afterall you followed me in here." Her voice was smooth as honey, just as enticing as the rest of her.
"Are you phantom?"
She chuckled, the sound revertebrating around the room and his toes curled, "That's the name given to me by someone else. But I suppose you could call me that."
"You—" His head was getting murky, "I'm here to arrest you."
She smiled at him and even though he knew her intent was to patronize and tease, her smile still looked innocent. It gave him butterflies, "Whatever for?"
"For robbing multiple people."
"Who's to say that they didn't deserve what came to them?" She purred, walking up to him and placing a hand on his chest. He felt even dizzier. What was going on?
"Doesn't matter. I'm going to arrest you."
"Even though they're wrong and I was just making things right?"
"Even then," He spoke, taking a deep breath and the smell of plums almost made him faint, "Justice can't be tainted."
She smiled at him once again, pulling away and everything ceased; the dizziness, the smell, the cloudiness. It all stopped and all was left was her standing in the centre of the room and the sound of the crackling fire.
"Go to the garden. You'll find what you need there."
Yet another thing he couldn't quite understand, Dick turned on his heel and walked out, not bothering to ask another question as he left the room before he realized that he needed to take her into custody and stepped back in.
The only thing left was the sound of the crackling fire and the faint smell of plums.
He'd go down to the garden, like she told him and buried underneath the plum tree, he'd find her body. Her white dress was dirtied with mud and blood, her hair thatched and matted, her body bruised and decayed but he'd recognize her anyway.
She had been killed and buried here years ago, by the very men that reported her.
Her phantom was all that was left, roaming the halls of the men that had killed her, the smell of plums trailing her everywhere.
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Teach Me (Titans!Dick Grayson x Female!Reader)
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Summary: Reader is a new addition to the Titans and is wondering why she’s the only one that has private training sessions with Dick.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Female!Reader
Warning(s): Curse Words
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You were new to the Titans after helping them take down Trigon, your abilities of premonition and clairvoyance allowing you to be able to find them and tell Rachel exactly how she took down her dad.
They were in awe of you, but none more exceptionally than Dick.
He was determined to take you back to the tower and train you along with the others.
You were only a few years younger than him, but he felt that the team would greatly benefit with you there.
At least that was what he kept saying when your smile left him breathless. When your laughter filled the room and helped him forget, for a moment, all the worries of that day.
That was why he had to train you in private, of course.
You had only a basic understanding of combat, and he wanted you to be prepared.
Which is why you had to wake up at the brink of dawn to train solely with him while the other Titans slept.
You didn’t think much of it until the topic graced your conversation with Rachel and Gar.
“When are your trainings scheduled? Mine are always so early.” You had yawned, graciously taking the latte that Rachel had picked up from the cafe with Dick.
“What is she talking about?” Jason asked, heading to the fridge behind the island. “We all train together.”
“Yeah we have sparring at the same time each day.” Rachel shrugged taking a bit out of her blueberry muffin.
“Everything okay, Y/N/N?” Gar asked, he grew concerned at the confusion in your tone and the unsure look on your face.
“Yeah, fine. Must’ve been a dream, then.” You shrugged, the hot contents on your latte burning the tip of your tongue.
You were determined to get to the bottom of it.
So now you were sparring with Dick in the training room.
He was teaching you to wield a bo staff, his signature weapon.
Dick was highly skilled in combat, and currently the only thing preventing you from already being flat on your face was your powers of premonition, able to block his moves.
When he realized you were using your powers, he made you wear metahuman cuffs so that you would fully train yourself.
Now two months later, and you were not even halfway to kicking his ass.
However, your lack of control tipped him off that you were distracted.
“Everything okay?” He asked, your bo staffs clanging together as you blocked his hits.
It became rhythmic in the way you two stepped around each other, almost choreographed.
“I’m fine.” You huffed, whacking his staff, but he blocked you once more. It was becoming frustrating.
He noted the anger in your tone, how you haven’t been speaking, or smiling since you walked in.
You were upset with him.
“Why am I the only one here, Dick?”
“Y/N, I can explain.” He sighed, knowing exactly what you were referring to. “You need the more concentrated training.”
“Bullshit, and the kids you’re training don’t?”
You charged at him, the staffs banging off of one another as he held a more defensive stance. You attempted a leg sweep, but he blocked you with the bow staff, hitting you in the back of the knee to knock you down.
“Just admit why you’re really doing this!” You huffed, catching him by surprise as you jab him in the stomach to stand back on your feet.
He’s taken aback, but not fully off balance as he switches to a more offensive position, you block him, your eyebrows creasing your forehead lines, yep you were still angry.
You went for another whack, before the staff spun out of your hands, Dick whacking it the floor. His legs locking you in place from behind as he pressed himself against you.
He gripped the staff tightly against your neck, your breath hitching in your throat.
“I’m just trying to teach you.”
You turned your cheek to him, his hot breath fanning your neck.
Your y/e/c eyes meet his, locking him in. “So, teach me.” The breathiness in your voice softening it, but he could still hear you. Smiling as his lips crashed to yours. You heard his staff hit the mats as he embraced you, hand flying to your exposed waist. Your hearts fluttering as if they had been touched by the sun.
Maybe private training sessions weren’t so bad.
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The Librarian Mobster
Summary: Nightwing saves you from getting jumped by a group of gang members. Then, during the day, you coincidentally run into Dick Grayson. Your hesitant to get to know him but he slowly works his way through your walls. But when he realizes who you truly are, will he regret working so hard to be with you?
Warnings: fluff, angst, implied sex, semi steamy scene
Reader: Female Reader
Pairings: Dick Grayson x Female Reader
Word Count: 4,667
“Done for the night, ma’am?”
Looking up you send Brayden a small smile. It was getting late but you still had paperwork to get done. A lot of fucking paper work.
“I’m going to stay for a bit longer. Go ahead and get home. I bet you’re just dying to see that new baby of yours,”
“The wife’s probably put him to sleep by now,” Brayden shrugs his shoulders. “I could wait and walk you home,”
“No, I’ll be fine,” You assure him. “We’re in the middle of a big deal. One that will benefit a lot of people. No one’s going to try and jeopardize their position to hurt me,”
“You can’t be too careful, ma’am,” Brayden warns. You wave off his concern. You knew his worries were valid but you didn’t want to go home yet and you didn’t want to keep him from his family.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” You promise him. Brayden reluctantly concedes. He bids you goodnight before stepping out of the library.
You work for another hour before you catch yourself falling asleep. Deciding that you would take the rest of your work home you begin to pack up. You slip all of your papers into your bag and slide into your jacket. You sling the strap to your messenger bag around your neck before grabbing the keys.
You lock up the library and begin walking home.
Call yourself arrogant but you highly doubted that you would get jumped. You didn’t live in the safest place in the world but it wasn’t Gotham. Although, you had to admit, your home city of Bludhaven wasn’t much better.
Nobody is ever completely safe in this city. As immortal as you believe yourself to be you were still only a human girl walking home in the middle of the night in a dangerous city.
Your sense of immortality came from your upbringing. You were born into crime. In fact, your father was the head of a major crime family. A few years ago you took his position. You knew something could happen to you at any second but you felt safer knowing that the city believed the head of the family is a man named Francis David instead of you.
Frank is your decoy. He’s the face of the operation. He does all the talking and hand shaking while you make the decisions. To the underground you’re an assistant to Frank, nothing more. It allows you to stay in the loop but keep in the background. It also allows you to listen in on the gossip of the other assistants and get a feel of how your competition is truly doing.
Your organization is your secret power. You felt invincible walking home because you had an entire mob at your beck and call yet the outside world believed you were an innocent woman leaving work.
You remember a saying your father used to tell you ‘it isn’t if it’s when’. You rarely listened to the man but that saying always stuck with you. Therefore, it shouldn’t have been a surprise when you were yanked from the street and into the alley.
Believe it or not but you often forgot that you weren’t the face of your company. Being in the background had it’s pros and cons. A positive is that you had your privacy and people weren’t targeting you. A con would be that you weren’t famous therefore the common criminal didn’t know who you were.
You knew in your heart if you were as famous as Gotham’s Joker or Riddler then these thugs wouldn’t have attempted to rob you. They would have sought easier pray but alas you weren’t well known and vulnerable to men like this.
Perhaps you should have taken Brayden up on his offer.
There were only three of them. One was particularly scrawny. With the training your father forced you to go through you knew you could take them. It would have hurt, you knew you’d get injured, but you were confident that you would end up walking away instead of them.
You fought against you instincts though. You struggled against their grip but you didn’t fight back. The men shout at you. They demand you to turn your things over to them but you don’t. Instead, you scream.
“Help! Somebody! Please, help me!” You cry out.
It’s obvious the men feed off of you ‘fear’ and ‘vulnerability’. The whole charade knocked your pride down a few pegs but it wasn’t without reason.
Why fight these men yourself and wake up with bruises when the infamous Nightwing is perched above you?
You caught a quick glance of him when the men had grabbed you. You couldn’t believe your eyes but then you saw him again.
You inwardly wondered if Nightwing had found out your true identity but you also thought that this could have just been a large coincidence. Perhaps he just happened to be there when you needed him. You were about to find out.
The boy in the blue and black costume jumped into the alley. He took out one of the men before they even realized he was there. The other two were no match for someone so trained and strong. Within a few minutes you attackers where unconscious on the ground.
“Th-thank you,” You whimper.
“Are you alright?” He asks, his voice deep but soothing. Your head nods multiple times. “Where are you headed?”
“Home,” You whisper, downcasting your eyes. It was a struggle to keep your eyes on the ground when his eyes were much more beautiful to look at. “It’s just a couple more blocks,”
“Get home, I’ll deal with them,”
“Thank you,” You whisper, sending him a smile before scurrying out of the alley.
Seems like he just happened to be at the right place as the right time.
“Excuse me, ma’am?”
Looking up from the computer you see a tall handsome man standing on the other side of the desk. He had neat brunette hair and beautiful yet familiar blue eyes.
“How can I help you?” You asks, forcing yourself from your thoughts. “Are you looking for a book?”
Your day job is a librarian. You owned the library. In the basement is where all the magic happened. Deals between your mob and others occurred downstairs along with the production and distribution of your products. It’s one of the most secure and secretive organizations in Bludhaven.
You used the library to keep up on your research. You kept tabs on everyone you deemed important as well as some spicy blackmail. Those were restricted and not for public eye of course.
You also used the library to satisfy your love to read. You grew tired of not having your favorite books within reach. Solution? Buy the local library.
“No, I had a few questions,” The man says, flashing his badge. “Can I have your name?”
“Only when I have yours,” You state with an innocent smile.
“Detective Dick Grayson,” He introduces himself. Your smile broadens.
“Well, welcome to my library detective,” You greet. “I’m Y/n, what can I do for you?”
“Three men were found beaten in the alley a few blocks from here. I was just wondering if you knew anything about that?” He asks, leaning on the countertop.
“It’s Bludhaven, Detective,” You needlessly remind him. “People are beaten everyday. I’d run out of memory if I had to remember all the beatings, drug deals and deaths that’s happened within a few blocks from here,”
“Right,” Dick says, slowly.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t help with that but if you’re looking for a new read I’ll be more useful to you,” You suggest, leaning closer to him. Dick stares at you for a moment, a soft smile adorning his face.
“I’m sorry if this seems really straight forward but I was wondering if I could take you out for a drink? Or some dinner?” He asks. You nearly said yes.
“I don’t know you, Detective,” You tell him. “And I don’t go out with people I don’t know or else I’ll end up like one of those men you found in the alley,” You whisper to him like a secret.
“Very smart of you,” Dick whispers back.
“I’m a smart cookie,” You grin, shrugging your shoulders. Dick’s grin deepens.
“Thank you for your time,” He nods to you before leaving your library.
“I’m a smart cookie,” Brayden says in a dramatic, high pitched, female voice. You glare at him. You crumble up a piece of paper and throw it at his head.
“Shut up,” You mutter before turning back to your computer.
You thought the detective was extremely handsome. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair while staring into his eyes. God it’s been so long since you’ve touched someone else and just as long as you’ve been touched.
He had large hands. You hold back a moan at the thought of what those hands could accomplish. Why did you reject him? Oh, yeah. You’re the head of a crime family and he’s a literal cop.
You didn’t realize your eyes had closed until they snap open. You see the crumbled paper laying on the floor by your chair. You give Brayden an unamused look while he smirks widely at you.
“You’re smitten already,” He sings.
“A girl can dream,” You concede slightly. “But nothing can come of it,” You remind him. He shrugs.
“You can still have fun and live a little,”
“Yeah, cause that’ll look good,” You scoff.
“If anyone has a problem with it just say you’re using him for your own personal gain. Like keeping ahead of the department and spying on their moves,” You nod thoughtfully. “Or getting the orgasm that you obviously need,”
This time you throw a stapler at his head.
The detective surprised you. You thought he would have given up after the first rejection. Instead he came back for more.
He came back the next day and the day after that. He continued to come back despite getting rejected every time.
Each day he showed up at the library the conversation between the two of you lengthened. You were both learning about each other.
You learned that he had three brothers, Bruce Wayne had adopted him, he used to be in a circus, and he enjoyed being a detective in Bludhaven.
You couldn’t be as open with him as he was with you but you were able to give him truthful answers. You gave him small but plentiful details about your family. You shared your love for books and your legal hobbies with him.
Eventually, he was showing up in the morning and sharing breakfast with you. Some days he saw you twice and brought you your favorite drink.
He was growing on you and that made you nervous. The people who knew who you were wondered what you were doing with him. You either told them very politely to mind their business or you gave them the bullshit answer about you using him to keep an eye on the police.
Brayden is the only one who actually witnessed you and Dick’s daily interactions. He knew that you were beginning to like Dick, truly like him. He constantly warned you to be careful. He had approved of you using him for physical pleasure but he recognized the dangers of you falling for him.
Every time he expressed his concern you assured him that you had things handled. You knew what you were doing and you were in control.
Only you weren’t. You weren’t in control and you had no idea what you were doing.
After nearly four months of continuous rejection you change your tune. When Dick enters the library you ask him out before he can get the chance to ask you. You both smile widely as each other as he accepts.
You take him out for a nice dinner the following night. There’s a comfortable conversation with intervals of cheesy flirting.
Throughout the night the two of you get closer to each other until your right beside each other. His arm is wrapped around you and your leaning into his side. Neither of you are completely sober but you’re also in control of your actions.
So, when you make it back to his home it’s entirely your decision to go inside with him. Nothing happens right away. There’s lingering touches and suggestive glances as you both wander into the kitchen.
He pours you both a drink. You ignore the glass. He doesn’t get the chance to take a sip before you’re pressing your lips to his. He nearly knocks his drink over when he goes to set it down but neither of you pay attention.
He keeps his lips pressed against yours as he bends down to cup his large hands under your thighs. Your heart flutters at his display of strength as he lifts you from the floor.
He begins stumbling to his bedroom. You can’t help but to laugh as he bumps into walls on his way. You pulls your lips from his and gaze into his eyes.
He makes it to the room and gently sets you on the bed. Your fingers graze his cheeks as he leans away from you. Your arms fall as he takes off his shirt. You lick your lips.
“Come here,” You whisper, reaching for him. He smirks laying back on top of you. You don’t hesitate to reconnect your lips to his. He resettles between your legs. You moan when he rolls his hips down against your core. “I want more,” You say, reaching for his pants.
“I’ll give you everything,” Dick responds, staring into your eyes. He lifts his hands and brushes his knuckles against your cheek. Your heart clenches at the look in his eyes. He lowers his head slowly and kisses you again.
This kiss is different. You both love and hate how clear Dick’s emotions are for you. In the library Dick is charming and flirtatious but here he’s honest and loving. Dick’s a private person but he’s always been open with you. You wished you could be as open and honest with him but if you were it would ruin everything.
You didn’t want to lose Dick. He’s safe, he’s trustworthy, and he’s honest when he says he cares about you. You hire people to protect you but someone could easily give them more money to hurt you. You never know who you can trust. Even Brayden, one of your closest friends, doesn’t have your complete trust.
But Dick... he’s something special. Someone you’ve never had before.
You can’t offer him half the things he offers you. You can’t give him complete honesty. He can’t trust you completely. If you were a better person you’d let him go but you don’t.
You hold on tighter.
You were beyond stressed.
The deal you were in the process of completely is threatening to fall apart. Other members of the deal were starting to become overly greedy. You weren’t surprised but you had hoped you could reign them in more than you were.
On top of that, Nightwing was starting to become a problem. He was getting close to figuring out what the deal was, who was involved, and where the next meetings were. You admitted you were impressed with his intelligence but he was getting in the way.
At least you weren’t the only one stressed. You’re lovely boyfriend of five months (5 months dating, 9 months of flirting and knowing each other) seemed to be feeling the pressure of his work as well.
You release a content sigh as Dick continues to lightly massage your back. Your head is comfortably nestled in his neck with the fingers on your hand combing through his dark hair.
“I love you,” He mutters, temporarily hugging you tightly before loosening his hold and returning to his massaging. Your heart clenches. You hesitate to respond.
You love Dick. You’ve told him before and you’ll say it again but actually saying the words haven’t gotten easier. You had a hard time believing Dick loved you. How could he when you were hiding such a big part of yourself? But God did you love him. You loved him so much it was dangerous.
“I love you, too,” You promise, gently kissing his neck.
“I want you to meet my family,” Dick whispers. You physically tense.
“You want me to meet Bruce Wayne and your three brothers?” You asks, slowly. He hums, shifting you both so your trapped between him and the couch. You didn’t like being trapped but you trusted Dick so much at the position only brought comfort.
“You’re the most important person in my life,” He whispers. “I have to go to Gotham in a few weeks and I want to show you off. My sexy librarian,” He winks at you and teasingly squeezes your hips.
The last thing you wanted to do was go to Gotham. There was so much going on here in Bludhaven that you needed to look after but the look in his eyes told you how important this is to him. What’s important to him is important to you.
“Alright,” You give in.
“Thank you,” He whispers, kissing your lips. Your hands clutch his shirt and you hold him close. “Fair warning,” He mutters, pulling back. “Don’t listen to a word my brother Jason says and do not go anywhere with him alone,” You raise your eyebrows at him and let out a small laugh. “I don’t trust him to keep his hands to himself,” He admits. “Your mine and my little brother can find his own librarian,”
“Dick, relax, I’m not that big of a catch,” You tell him. He shakes his head.
“You’re the most impressive girl I’ll have brought home to meet the family,” He tells you. Your heart clenches again. “They’re going to love you,”
“Well, I hope I don’t disappoint,”
“Do you have any questions?” You ask Frank. “Do not budge on this. If they don’t like it, they’re out of the deal. If they all try to leave remind them of what will happen with all that power and money solely in our hands,”
“Got it,” Frank nods. “Why won’t you be there?” He asks. “You always come along,”
“I know but I’m leaving for Gotham tomorrow morning,” You explain. “If anything happens, call me immediately,” You say.
“I will,” He promises. “What’s in Gotham? We making a deal with someone else I don’t know about?”
“Now why would I be making a deal on my own?” You ask, giving him a serious look. Again, you’re reminded why’re you’re the brains of the organization. Frank is good looking and an excellent actor but that’s the end of his talents.
“Right,” He mutters. “So, why?”
“I’m taking a small vacation,” You shrug.
“A vacation? Right now?” He deadpans.
“It’s not the best time, I realize that, but it couldn’t be helped,” You shrug. “Anyways, you have all the documents. You know what to say. You’ll be fine and if not just call me. I have to get going,”
Before you could step toward your belongings a man barges into the room. You glare at him for being so rude.
“Sir, ma’am, it’s Nightwing,” He pants. You clench your jaw.
“Fucking hell,” You mutter under your breath.
“What’s happened?” Frank asks.
“He’s attacked the warehouse and almost got away with shipping orders,” The man tells you.
“Almost?” Frank asks.
“We managed to capture him,”
“So, you’re the famous Nightwing,” Frank says, approaching the tied up man in a Halloween costume.
He’s in an interrogation room. The building you’re in is an old abandoned police station. It was extremely useful to your business. Especially in times like this where you could use the two-way mirror.
You silently watch Frank try to interrogate Nightwing. Good actor, not a great interrogator.
“If you let him escape he’s just going to keep bothering your business,” Brayden tells you.
“What do you want to do?” You ask him. “You want to kill him? You know where he comes from. If we kill him we’ll have the entire Bat team on our asses,” You remind him.
“Or we could pin his death on Romero,” Brayden suggests. “Think about it. We knock Nightwing out, go to the docks on Romero’s territory and slice his throat with a bullet to the chest. Typical Romero style,”
“They could still trace it back on us,” You mutter. “Batman’s very resourceful,”
“We just have to keep them looking long enough to finish this deal,” Brayden tells you. “Once the deal’s done no one, not even Superman, is gonna be able to stop us,”
You way out the options. You didn’t want to kill Nightwing. You knew it would bring trouble but you were beginning to thing it would be more trouble to keep him alive.
“Alright,” You nod. “We’ll do it your way,”
You stayed in the car as your men drag Nightwing to the water. He struggles but the amount of drugs in his system prevent him from saving himself.
The windows of the car are heavily tented preventing people from seeing in but not you from seeing out.
The decision to kill Nightwing is still weighing heavily on your chest but you know you can’t back out now. If you do you’re men will see it as a weakness. Not everyone here knew you were in charge. It would be too dangerous for you to reveal yourself.
You see Brayden forcing Nightwing to face him. There’s talking and you roll your eyes. You hated when people talked in moments like this. You just wanted to get this done with and return home to Dick.
You imagine his thick arms around you. His calming scent and smooth voice. You want to feel his hair with your fingers and his lips on yours. You craved everything about him.
You were unbelievably nervous for the trip to Gotham. You knew of Bruce Wayne. Your father actually looked up to the man. You knew your father always wanted to be Bruce Wayne. You always laughed at that thought because you were dating his idols son. If only he were alive to see it.
You sigh in frustration. This was dragging out. You look back to see what the hold up was. You look just in time to see one of the men pulling off Nightwing’s mask.
“No,” You whisper. What the fuck was Dick Grayson doing in Nightwing’s outfit? The answer was obvious, because he was fucking Nightwing, but you didn’t want to believe it.
Brayden looks back to the car you’re sitting in but you’re in shock. You make no movement to acknowledge what has just happened. Brayden takes your silence as an order to keep going.
“No!” You shout, seeing Brayden lifting the knife to slice his throat. You jump out of the car. “Stop! Don’t!” You shout. All eyes turn on you, even Dick’s.
“Y/n?” Dick whispers.
You march up to them, ignoring everyone’s looks. Brayden walks away from Dick and meets you half way. You try to go around him but he grabs you.
“Think about what you’re doing,” He whispers to you.
“I am,” You snap. “This changes things,”
“It changes nothing,” He snaps back. “He has to die, now more than before. He’s seen you, how long will it take for him to put the pieces together?” He asks. You look at Dick. You can already see the wheels turning in his gorgeous head. “If you save him, you will look weak,”
“Bray...” Your voice cracks. You look at him and slowly shake your head. “There are something’s in life I will not give up,”
“You think he’ll stay with you after this?”
“That’s his decision,” You tell him. “If he leaves me then so be it but at least he’ll be alive,”
“And you’ll be in jail, we’ll all go to jail,” He snaps. “I can’t go to jail, you know that. Don’t throw everything away for one man. Be smarter than that,”
“You’re right,” You whisper. “I’ve worked to hard to get to where I am now. I shouldn’t throw it away for him,” Brayden relaxes. “You’ve always looked out for me and I thank you for everything you’ve done,”
“You don’t have to thank-”
“But he goes free,” You cut him off. Your hand steals the gun from his holster and you step out of his grasp. You hold the gun up to him. In an instant guns are pointed everywhere. The ones who know that you’re in charge back you up while the confused ones point their guns against you.
“Don’t do this,” Brayden pleads. “You’ve known me for years. Don’t throw everything away for a man you’ve known for a few months,”
“What can I say?” You ask him. Your eyes flicker to Dick. “Love makes you do crazy things,”
Your eyes leave Brayden for a handful of seconds. In the corner of your eye you see him lunging for you. You don’t even hesitate. You pull the trigger sending him to the ground. Your eyes widen. You didn’t want to kill him. You didn’t mean too.
Your gunshot is the start of a chain reaction. Everyone starts shooting. You jump on the defensive. You return fire while trying to get to your tied boyfriend.
“Who are you?” Dick snaps as you cut him loose.
“I’m still me,” You promise, helping him get untangled. “I just know how to handle a gun and just so happen to be the leader of an underground mob,” You tell him.
“Oh, is that it?” He sasses. Once he’s free he grabs the back of your shirt and pulls you to a hiding spot.
“I wanted to tell you, I did,” You promise, peaking around the car. You shoot a man down.
“Well, I’m glad you waited,” He grumbles. “Really built up the tension there,”
“Hey, you could have come clean too,” You point out. “I’m not the only one with secrets,”
“What did you think was going to happen when you agreed to go out with me?” He ask, leaning against the car. He was slowly coming out of his drug induced haze.
“Agreed? Babe, I asked you out,” You reminded him. He dramatically rolls his eyes.
“What did you think was going to happen?” He snaps, glaring at you. “Did you honestly think that we would work?” You sit down beside him. Guns continue to go off behind you but you just put your focus on Dick.
“No, I didn’t,” You admitted to him. “At first you were just a distraction and then you became something good,” You look into his eyes. “I don’t have a lot of good things in my life. I knew I wouldn’t have you forever but I couldn’t let you go. I do love you, Richard. I mean, I kind of just blew up my entire operation today just to save you. Don’t thank me or anything,” You mutter at the end.
Dick scoffs and shakes his head at you. Deciding to give him time to mull things over, you try to hurry up and end the firefight. It was dwindling but some were stubbornly hanging on.
“I think we’re going to need couples therapy after this,” Dick mutters. You tense and look at him.
“You’ll keep me?” You whisper. Dick turns his head.
“All the paperwork I’ve found, everyone that’s apart of your business or associated with it thinks Francis David is the head man. If you help me take everything apart and help me take down the other mobs, I won’t turn you in,” Dick promises.
“So, I’ll be the good guy,” You mutter. “Well, that’ll be a nice change of pace,” Dick smiles softly at you. “I get to keep you?” Dick nods. “Deal,” You seal it with a kiss.
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12 years old
Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader / Nightwing x reader
I’m actually writing fluff this time. I’m honestly kinda proud of myself cause I’m at that point where I wonder if angst is all that I can write...
This is written with the prompt "I'm in love with an idiot." from @redhoodssweetheart's 1.7K Writing Challenge.
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You and Dick were on your way to go grocery shopping, well, you were, Dick was coming along because he had a free day today and his free days were all used to stick to you like glue. Seriously, he practically engulfed you in his hugs, as if he would die without you in his arms, whenever he had a free day. According to him, it was to recharge his [Name] battery for days when he couldn’t cuddle you. If Dick could have his way, you wouldn’t even be at the grocery store but as the world would have it, he finished all the cereal this morning and gods know the man can’t survive without his cereal.
Anyways, as you walked hand in hand with Dick to the entrance of the grocery shop, or rather, as an overly enthusiastic Dick dragged you to the grocery store, giving the image of a puppy on their first walk. You could imagine puppy ears and a tail on him, the tail wagging hard enough to make his whole butt shake.
At the entrance of the grocery store, you were stopped by the guard who asked for your identification card. You blinked blankly and tilted your head to the side, distantly catlike before turning to Dick, not understanding what was going on. Before Dick could even ask what was going on, the guard gestured to a sign next to him as if it held all the answers to the questions running through your brain.
The sign in question proudly stated that children below the age of 12 were not allowed to enter. It did not help your confusion one bit, especially when neither of you have been 12 years old for a long time. Both of you looked at the sign blankly before a lightbulb seemed to go on in Dick’s head and his shoulders started to shake uncontrollably.
He let out a bark of laughter before practically howling with laughter, looking and sounding like he was moments away from rolling on the floor. You could feel your lips twitching involuntarily at his laughter. He was a cheerful person, that much was true but his laughter never failed to warm your heart.
You sigh, still confused but wanting to get the grocery shopping over with so you could go back to yours and Dick’s apartment so that you could cuddle up to him.
“You are ……. twenty-one?” Questioned the guard slowly, as if it was not to his expectations.
“Yes…?” You narrowed your eyes at him, wondering why he sounded so surprised when it computed.
“Oh my gosh, did you think that I was twelve?!?” You spluttered incredulously. Dick, whose laughter was finally tapering off, started howling again behind you. Without giving the guard a chance to respond, you linked your hands with Dick and pulled the still howling man with you into the grocery shop.
Once you were safely out of the hearing range of the guard, you stopped your death march only to spin around to face Dick, gesturing wildly trying to describe the situation, words failing you.
“Aww, is my hunny-bunny angry?” Cooed Dick as he swept you into a hug, easily lifting you off your feet and peppering your face with butterfly kisses. As you giggled happily and tried to return the favour, your bad mood washed away thanks to Dick, he suddenly gasped theatrically.
“Oh no, am I gonna get arrested for pedophilia?” He questioned as he made a big show of turning his head left and right nervously. To further his dramatics, he even went as far as to drop you and step away from you.
“Darling, let’s not stand so close, I don’t wanna end up in jail,” he said, his hands up in the air, as if he wanted to profess his innocence to the world.
Never mind, you can feel your bad mood returning, although it’s more a mix of exasperation and amusement now. Dick is a dramatic little shit, although his dramatics often bring a smile to your face, now being one of those times.
His face softened at your smile and he immediately glued himself back to your side, practically wrapping you in a one up hug as you head towards the aisle to pick up his precious cereal.
Dick doesn’t miss a chance to take another dig at you though, when the both of you walk past the candy aisle.
“Darling, don’t take candy from strange men, okay?” He tells you in between his guffaws.
“I'm in love with an idiot,” you retorted without any heat, shaking your head fondly at him before grinning up at him.
"I'm your idiot," he retorted back, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, grinning back at you. His grin was like liquid sunshine, warm, bright and full of love. It is that very grin that prompted you to pull him down so you can press a chaste kiss to his lips.
Luckily, Dick does not made any more allusions to your run-in with the security guard throughout your shopping trip, although you have no doubt that there would be jokes made about it all week, or month, if you are unlucky. And if you are extremely unlucky, the whole bat family would hear about it and there would be gentle or not so gentle ribbing about your age from them too.
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Pairing: Dick Grayson as Nightwing x Reader (Drabble)
"Friends and family, we have gathered here today to witness these two souls in union—" Kaldur announced and you stared up at Dick in excitement. His eyes were full of unbridled emotion and he gently squeezed your wrists, grinning brightly.
You spared a glance at the audience to find everyone you loved there, your mother and father, Dinah Lance and Oliver Queen were watching you with teary eyes. Beside them your soon-to-be Father-in-law, Bruce Wayne. It would only be a matter of minutes now.
You had never felt this beautiful or excited in your entire life, skin practically buzzing with energy when you turned back to Dick. You were so excited to marry him.
The excitement was cut short however when you heard a gunshot, followed by severel screams.
And in came a gang of terrorists, most likely, brandishing guns and pointing them at the entire audience. How they found out where and when you were getting married was beyond you, since you both had tried to make this very private.
Although you could definitely see why they would choose your wedding of all days to try and rob you, it was no doubt that on this day the room would be filled with few of the richest people in the country. Not to mention the expensive gifts.
"Give us all your money!" Shouted the man who was seemingly leading the operation and you hid your face in Dick's shoulder, trying to look scared but it really was just to muffle your giggles. But he caught you laughing.
"You think this is funny?!"
You mocked surprise, "What? Me? Funny? No, I think you're very very scary."
Your mother hid her smile at you while the crew and wait staff tried to gain their composure. The rest of the audience wasn't surprised though, they were used to this, since all of them were part of either the Justice League or Young Justice.
"I'll tell you what; we'll give you all our money if you let our photography team and service workers go. They didn't do anything wrong and they're just trying to make an honest living here." You reasoned and the gunman nodded, thinking that this was a good way to get you to comply.
"Alright guys, you can go. Don't forget to lock the doors! And even if you hear any sounds, don't come inside okay? Your safety is our utmost priority." You called out to the scared staff as they shuffled out of the doors, shaken to their wits.
Once the doors were locked, the head started laughing maniacally, "You stupid bitch! This was exactly what we wanted! You're stuck here with us and things are going right according to plan!"
Dick bristled beside you, he didn't like it when anyone badmouthed you and you ran a calming hand down his chest before turning to the terrorist with a winning smile, "You might think I'm the stupid one but see that's where you're wrong. Because the matter of the fact is that we're not stuck in here with you. Oh no," You said, watching the way Clark and Diana moved to block the doors.
Your eyes turned dark and smile a little wicked, "You're stuck in here with us."
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dick grayson x reader
warnings: just a little fluff ...
prompt: you’re a news reporter working at the gotham gazette and you have somewhat of a tangled obsession with the batfamily, more specifically the underdogs, more specifically, the first robin
I’VE BEEN WANTING TO DO THIS FOR SO LONG BYE OAIUFJOEWA
there might be???? a part 2 if it gets enough likes idk i kind of liked how i wrote this
PART 2, PART 3
IF ANYONE WAS asked, they would all declare the same thing ⎯⎯ that you were utterly in love with your job at the Gotham Gazette. You were filled with anticipation every single day you walked in, with a new idea brainstorming in that head of yours. It was genius, quick-witted, and you never lost a battle of the wits to anyone. Not even to your own boss, who had accepted defeat a long time ago.
You were one of your boss’s most hard-working and victorious workers, always bringing in a new story to the paper. Most of the time, you made it to the front page. Your coworkers weren’t even mad, they were amazed, and every single one of them encouraged you to work as hard as you could.
There was, of course, a specific topic you loved most to work on ⎯⎯ the underdogs of Gotham City. More specifically, the superhero underdogs. Every single time the mention of Batman came around in your office space, you would slam down a battle for Red Hood, Spoiler, Cyborg, Red Robin, Robin, Batgirl, and most importantly, Nightwing.
God, you had some sort of weird obsession with him. Every single time a story about Nightwing appeared, you always took it. No other coworker of yours dared to steal the story from you.
Walking in the building, you put down your satchel and sat on your computer, your eyes scouring the new story that you were given. Gotham’s nightlife.
“Hey,” Trevor, your desk partner said, smirking from across the room. You and Trevor had a strange relationship of sorts, but you couldn’t have asked for a better desk partner. He kept it real and hilarious. “Did you stalk anyone tonight?”
“I’m not stalking anyone,” you muttered, your cheeks turning pink. You were setting yourself up, you knew that, but you just couldn’t help but to subject to it.
“Sure Y/N,” he rolled his eyes. “Should I call Batman on my special Batman phone to tell him all about your summer?”
All the time in summer, you were hard at work, still writing. You had dished a special on how corrupt Gotham’s mayor was, albeit kicking him off the popularity vote, and then you worked on two pieces in a row about the Dark Knight’s adventures. Damn Trevor.
“You know I really dislike you, Trevor,” you responded snidely, grabbing a pen off the desk. “It could be hate, actually.”
“That’s how the best romances start babe,” he winked before turning back. Another thing about Trevor ⎯⎯ he was naturally flirty. Though he had a girlfriend at home, you two shared banter that was equivalent of a wife and her husband arguing.
“It’s official. I hate you.”
“Montega, stop flirting with L/N and get your ass to work on the mines. That’s an order.”
“Yes Chief,” Trevor barked and turned to you, pointing a long finger with a ringer on it. “You’re nothing but trouble!”
“Holy shit Trevor, did you get engaged?”
Angela Newsbury walked up to your post and gaped at the large diamond ring on his finger. Grinning, Trevor moved it up and down to reflect the light.
“As a matter of fact, I did.”
“You asshole!” You punched his shoulder and pouted at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was going to make an office announcement later but ...” he rolled his eyes.
“Congrats, man,” Angela whistled and clapped his back before walking away.
Soon it was nighttime; the perfect time you needed a scoop. You had gotten from an anonymous source that Carmine Falcone and his little cronies were having a meeting in the southwest alley of the north part of Gotham’s Walmart, and decided to check it out. Driving in your car, you saw as the lights reflected off of their hats.
Closing your eyes, you took a few pictures, but when you looked at them through your phone, you groaned in anger. Dammit. They were all blurry, and not at all front page material. You had decided to take a risk, one that you were sure to never take again.
Closing in, one of your eyes closed as to focus on the main attraction, a group of thugs discussing their plans. Too bad Don Falcone wasn’t here ⎯⎯ there would be a guaranteed front page, just for you.
Click! Click! Click!
You had went on a picture spree and went gold. Yes! You silently pumped your fist and turned around when two of the cronies were right behind you.
Okay, so maybe I went a little picture happy.
“Would you buy that I accidentally took a wrong turn from Walmart because my ex-boyfriend is a jerk?”
The first guy shook his head.
He lunged out for you, and you, being the idiot you were, side-stepped, straight into the second man’s arms.
“Hey, I think we can resort to this like decent humans, y’know? Cup of tea, warm bath, a nice conversation, maybe some chocolates and food?” You tried weakly, but the glint of a knife showed up and you knew that you were going to die.
“Please don’t,” you finally said, your confident and strong demeanor broken. “I don’t want to die.”
“Ya should’ve thought of that before you went huntin’ out fo’ us, missy,” he snarled, his breath stinking of the nicotine that you had smelled from Trevor’s breath. “Wise guys like ya don’ deserve a life, an’ with all the huntin’ ya do.” The knife’s blade started moving along your neck but the man was immediately knocked down. Startled, the first man brought out his gun.
“Clyde? Dammit! Who’s out there?’
Within a few seconds, a shadow came out and knocked him down. You took a huge breath and sighed with relief. You would live to see another day.
Suddenly a deep voice shook your head as the figure that saved you walked in front of you, a familiar blue bird on its chest.
Sure, you had seen him in action, but this? This was a dream come true.
“What’re you doing out here?” he asked, crossing your arms.
It sounded ridiculous in your head, and even more ridiculous when it came out of your mouth, but it was the truth.
“Working?” he raised an eyebrow and pointed towards the camera. Your mouth was still dry, and you were still in Cloud 9. Damn, he was attractive, the suit outlining his body and his messy raven hair over his mask.
What? No, snap out of it Y/N.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “I’m a reporter.”
Scrunching up his nose, he snapped his fingers. “That’s right! You’re Y/N L/N, the reporter who keeps on writing stories about me.”
“What? No, I’m Lauren ... uh Lauren Montega,” you lied quickly, using Trevor’s fiancee to hide yourself. This was so embarrassing.
“Nice try,” he smirked, a grin so devilish it shook your body. “Nightwing.”
“I know,” you told him, your cheeks burning red-hot.
“Wow, I don’t need that kind of sass in my life,” he joked, before turning around. “How long have you been writing about me?”
“Well, I do have one about Spoiler and her story, Red Hood and his different antics from the rest of your family, and how underrated Red Robin is ... oops, I don’t have anything for you,” you faux apologized, your mouth opening in a mocking manner.
He rolled his eyes and scoffed before jumping on his motorbike, a long and sleek blue and black thing. “Maybe you’ll tell me about it tomorrow, at 8 pm?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Your mouth nearly fell to the floor. You were going to meet him ... again? Tomorrow?
“You don’t know my address,” was the first thing blurting out of your mouth and you nearly wanted to slap yourself.
“Sweetheart, I have my ways.”
“You’re very suave and annoying at the same time, you know that right?” You finally get off, and he let off a deep and throaty chuckle.
“Is that a yes?”
Biting your lip, you thought about it for five seconds ( not really, you were just thinking how lucky you were ⎯⎯ you didn’t want to seem desperate in front of him ) and decided on an answer.
“Then it’s a date,” he winked, and before you could yell at him he already drove in the darkness.
“Holy shit,” you whispered. “I can’t believe that happened. Trevor is so not going to believe this.”
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Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader / Nightwing x reader
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After the mission, you had refused to leave, citing that you and Dick deserved a break. Besides, the stars were clear here, unlike at Gotham where light pollution had all but completely erased the stars from the sky. So here you were, siting at a meadow with Dick’s head on your lap and your left hand buried in his soft curls.
“That is Taurus, the Bull,” you stated softly, tracing the stars that make up Taurus’ horn until its feet.
“Nope, don’t see it,” huffed Dick after a minute, making you giggle.
“Here, darling, let me help,” you pressed a kiss to his furrowed brow before taking his wrist gently, guiding his finger to map out the stars that make up Taurus.
“How is that a bull? That’s just a Y?” he queries, looking at you with confusion swimming in his blue orbs.
“See, the top of the Y makes up the horns while the bottom of the Y makes up left hind leg of the bull,” you explained patiently.
“Nope, still don’t see it,” Dick huffed, pulling himself up only to flop back on your lap to further his point.
“Dramatic fool,” you muttered lowly, although you are sure that Dick can still hear you.
“Hey!” he said indignantly, proving you correct.
“Anyways……..,” you ploughed on determinedly, even as your lips twitched, “that’s Orion, the Hunter. His story is one of my favourite. He was the lover of Artemis, the Greek virgin goddess of the hunt and twin sister to Apollo, the Greek god of the sun. Apollo, jealous that his sister’s attention was split, challenged Artemis into shooting competition. He challenged her to shoot a specific spot, where from afar seemed like a rock, but was actually Orion’s head. Artemis shot and killed Orion and was overcame with grief. She put Orion into the stars, so that they may forever be together.”
“Hey, darling? I would totally immortalise you if you died,” he flirted, throwing in a wink and ruffling his hair for good measure.
“How about you just work on not shooting me, ya?” you shot back as your cheeks burned. Dick always had a way with words, seemingly pulling out words from thin air that made you blush.
“Works for me, bows aren’t my thing anyways,” he smirked, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you.
“And that’s Sagittarius, the Archer,” you shared, pointing out the next constellation, trying to move the conversation along before Dick got it into his mind to see how hard he could make you blush.
“My zodiac,” Dick breathed, looking at you with soft eyes and now it was his cheeks that were pink.
“Your zodiac,” you agreed gently as you brushed some stray hairs from his forehead before pressing a kiss there. You took his wrist gently, guiding his finger to map out the stars that made up Sagittarius.
“That’s a teapot,” Dick stated, his eyes narrowed adorably, startling you into letting out peals of laughter, which Dick easily joined in, your sounds of joy mingling in the air.
“Should I call you teapot then?” you asked teasingly, waggling your eyebrows for good measure. You are sure the image is spoilt by the fact that your voice is still breathless from your earlier bout of laughter.
“Don’t you dare,” Dick warned even as his lips twitched, voice similarly breathless.
“Teapot!” you taunted just as Dick dug his fingers into your sides, tickling your sides in revenge.
“Stop, stop,” you squealed, trying to get away from his fingers.
“Not until you apologise,” he retorted, wearing a grin brighter than the all the stars above you.
You are stubborn but he is even more so therefore you admitted defeat in the end. You are sure that there are grass stains on your clothes and your hair is tangled beyond imagination by the time you admitted defeat though. Dick leaned down to press a searing kiss to your lips, stealing whatever air was left in your lungs after your laughing fit before maneuvering you so that you were lying on top of him, your head on his chest and his chin on the top of your head. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you. You reciprocated by wrapping your arms and pressing a kiss to his chin. The both of you lied there, soaking in the comfortable silence and each other’s presence.
This honestly doesn’t work in real life because Sagittarius is a summer constellation while Orion is a winter constellation but I wrote this story cause I wanted to use the flirting line from Orion and Sagittarius is Dick’s zodiac according to his Young Justice birthday.
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high stakes (dick grayson x reader)
It’s my first (out of 2) finals weeks for me but I can’t sleep yet. This came to me at 1 am cause I am single and lonely and have never had a significant other. Enjoy & let me know what you think! (This doesn’t have a title yet cause I’m on mobile.)
As always, like, comment, & reblog; thank you so much for your support!
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“You’re such a traitor!” The words slip out before you have a chance to think of anything else. They are breathless and caught a little in your throat.
There is sweat dotted along your forehead, small rivulets that make their way down your back, making it all the more uncomfortable. The room is humid and filled with a bit of smoke, lights low, making it hard to see except the spaces right in front of you. Your breath is coming out in quick bursts, the effect of running around at what seemed like a breakneck speed in order to keep up.
Dick lowers the laser gun down, the red light fading away. The chest plate strapped around you vibrates to let you know you are out of lives and need to wait one minute before your laser gun activates again.
Dick caught you right in your hiding spot in the corner, around a barrier with plenty of shadows, and had aimed and pulled his trigger before you even had the chance to raise your own laser gun in defense. Curse his vigilante instincts and natural stealthiness. Curse your eternal inability to be anything but a normal human: bumbling around and being predictable.
“You’re not supposed to be shooting me!” Your slight competitive streak has made itself evident tonight and despite the small exhale of amusement that escapes, there’s also a part of you that want to grind him into dust so you can taste sweet victory. Especially now. You do your best to still seem betrayed.
“Sorry babe,” He exhales, pretending to reload the plastic weapon. “All is fair in love and war, right?”
His eyes are gleaming and his lips are quirked sideways. You try to savor this moment in your head, stamping it in permanent ink somehow. After the rough week (ahem, year) he’s had, both with work and family, and the “side job” adding even more weight, he’s barely had a chance to catch a breath.
“You are so going to be paying for this.” You declare resolutely, pointing a finger at his chest accusingly.
Dick takes a step closer, “Oh yeah?”
Your breath catches for an entirely different reason this time. His body near pressed to yours makes the heat almost sweltering. Your heart stutters for a beat, overcome with both attraction and affection. You love him; you really do.
There’s something softening in his eyes, but before he has the chance to do anything else, your gun lights up and you aim a direct hit to his chest. An automated voice adds the points correlated with such a kill and you can’t help but smirk.
“Yeah,” You dart around him, “Loser is still buying dinner!” You laugh, almost maniacally, riding on the high of taking him by surprise. You dash off running to try and get as much as a head start as you possibly can, weaving in and around the obstacles set up in this laser tag room.
Game on, Dick thinks, crouching low, as much in love with you as he ever will be. Game on.
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don’t you dare touch her
dick grayson x reader
prompt: he finds out that you’ve been sexually harassed, and decides to pay someone a visit
warnings: mentions of sexual harassment - nothing in detail though. fluff.
RUNNING BACK home, your eyes were stained with tears as they dropped down in the pouring rain. The red hoodie you wore covered most of your hair, and if anyone tried to look close enough, they would’ve thought that the water droplets from the rain were your tears, but when you released a huge nerve wracking sob, it was kind of obvious that something distressing happened.
Opening the apartment door, you sneakily came in and sighed, relieved that Dick wasn’t home. You didn’t want to disturb him. Tucking in your feet, you sat on the couch and chewed you nails before walking down.
As expected, Dick was at the training area, shirtless, his eyes determined as with one kick, he managed to break it down. Chuckling good-naturedly, he put his hand through his hair and you escaped softly.
“I shouldn’t tell him,” you decreed, as you stuffed some ice-cream in your face. “It’ll just make him worry. Considering that I’m still taking a hiatus from superhero stuff, it’ll just worry him more. Yeah, that’s reasonable,” you nodded. “I can talk to Jason. Or Damian! Or even Tim. Cassie and Steph are super cool options. So is Barbara!”
“What are you doing?”
Turning around, you gasped as you stared at the man in front of you. Shirtless ( his abs were drool-worthy ) he raked a hand through his hair and stared at you, cocking his head to the side.
“You’re sweaty,” you giggled, grinning at him, hoping that it would go past your pain. No such luck. This man was trained by the greatest detective in the world.
He leaned in, his eyes serious. “What did you want to talk to them about?”
“Nothing!” you replied back, flipping your hair. Hoping to change the conversation, you put a hand on his stomach and trailed the lines of his abs, and then the middle of his chest. “Wow,” you smiled, your eyes crinkling.
“Your eyes crinkle at the edges when you’re trying to forget about something and replace your feelings,” Dick responded, his eyes flashing. “Tell me what happened, now.”
You took a deep breath. “I was walking by the store to get some clothes,” you cleared your throat. “When this man . . . attacked me.”
Dick’s eyes turned dark blue and they flashed violently, a hateful feeling settled in his gut. How dare he attack you. But that was just the beginning of the story, and Dick would be feeling emotions he didn’t even know he could feel.
“At first, I thought he was really nice. He had a toupee hat and everything and smiled so much that it seemed nice. And then he uh . . . cornered me and caught me off guard. He touched my chest and the top of my thigh. I got him after that but . . .”
Clenching his fist, Dick grabbed your chin gently and stared straight at you, in his eyes. He wanted to murder that man. He wanted to make him suffer.
“He did … what to you?” His voice was barely a whisper. “Are you okay?”
You nodded slightly. “I’ll get over it.”
“No. I will not let him get away with this. So help me god he will rue the day he crossed your path.”
Swallowing at his sudden possessiveness, your heart thumped faster than it had before and you closed your eyes and smashed your lips against his, your red lipstick stained against his mouth. Smiling softly, you broke apart before touching his lip.
“What’s his name?”
Dick Grayson was not a scary person most of the time. He was good-natured and friendly, but anyone who knew him, knew that he was also Mr. Passive-Aggressive. He would have no problem slamming you against a wall and interrogating the fuck out of you. He was short-tempered and impatient at times. He would burn down the world to make sure you were okay.
“Dick . . .” you said softly, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. Your eyes followed his.
“I’m telling you,” Dick said softly, gently holding your wrist. “I want him to understand that touching any girl like that, and especially my girl, won’t be tolerated.”
“I can’t believe I’m dating you,” you chuckled, your E/C eyes crinkling. “His name is Dennis Bradley. But please, remember I can fight for myself,” you told him.
“Babe, I wouldn’t even be dating you if I didn’t think you were dangerous,” Dick promised. “Donna said I had a thing for dangerous women. You’re dangerous.”
“I am?” you cried, mocking him and opening your mouth in fake surprise. “Do I get a gun and everything?”
He leaned in, his body towering over yours as he cupped your cheek before kissing you hard on the lips again. “I have to go get a shower. You, don’t get a gun.”
You smacked his arm. “Go get as shower. Your stink is tremendous.”
“Only for you babe.”
Turning around, you sighed and massaged your scalp, a bit glad he had interrogated you and asked you what went on. You wasn’t one to cry a lot, nor were you one to be weak - in fact, when you had gotten sexually harassed on a plane because you was paralyzed, you had smacked the man until he had said sorry.
Dick was your Prince Charming. That was it. He was always there to defend you, to protect you. Even when both of you guys weren’t a couple, he had made romantic gestures that you were blind to - you always thought that he would see you nothing as more than a friend.
Until Barbara and Steph and the others hit the hay faster than usual in Paris, and so you and Dick went to the Eiffel Tower where he had kissed you and confessed his feelings. You swooned underneath his gaze, and confessed that you had always been mad about him - his hair, the way his eyes twinkled underneath the starlight, and his rock solid “greek god abs”.
After that, he had been doing a lot more romantic things. He had gotten you flowers and chocolate, held a possessive gaze over you, and became a lot more of a Wattpad teenage boy than Dick Grayson.
But he still always made you laugh. Made you want to fall to the ground and die of laughter, so you knew that he was still the same Dick Grayson. The same one who had swept you off your feet.
Meanwhile, Mr. Dick Grayson, in his Nightwing outfit, was swinging through the streets before calling in Tim Drake. “Hey Timmy,” he smiled. “Can you locate the location of a Dennis Bradley in Bludhaven?”
“Why?” Tim asked suspiciously.
“Work,” the older man responded curtly. “Listen. Can you? I don’t want to because frankly, I’m a little bit low on juice at the moment.”
“Alright,” Tim replied back, his voice low. “Pine Street, the house with magnolia stripes. 1903. Go.”
“Thanks, love ya little bro,” Dick responded before turning off the comm. Swinging through, he stretched out one leg and smashed Dennis’s window.
“Who the hell are you?”
“The guy whose girlfriend you harassed.” Grabbing the collar of his jacket, Dick glared at the man with such fury it could make Superman quake. “Don’t you dare touch another girl again, or I swear to god, I will end you. What the hell were you thinking, hurting someone, a girl, like that? I swear to God. . .” Dropping him down, he slid off into the night and when he came back, he quietly removed his suit before returning to you who was seated on the couch, eating food.
“Hey gorgeous,” he winked and sat right next to you before gently pushing him on your chest. Your head lay on his chest and his arms, wrapped around your waist. Kissing your forehead, he looked at the screen and smiled.
You turned around, a knowing look in your eye. “Have I told you I love you?”
“I could stand to hear it a little more.”
Giving a little chuckle, you smiled at him. “I love you more than life, Richard Grayson.”
Dick turned to look down at you, his face warm and pleasant. “I love you too Y/N L/N.”
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Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader / Nightwing x reader
I love Dick, I really do but even though I think that he can make a good boyfriend, I also think that he won’t, mostly because of the heavy burdens he takes upon himself. This is me trying to write a breakup where they both still love each other but the relationship is like beating a dead horse. I hope that you enjoy.
You jolted awake suddenly. You weren’t sure what woke you up, maybe it was the feeling that someone was staring at you, maybe it was the wind coming in from the window you always close, maybe it was the coppery smell of blood. Well, there was only one person that would sneak into your bedroom in the middle of the night.
You dragged your weary body from your warm embrace of your bed and walked to where the shadowy figure was. Gently, you slowly take his hand in yours, making sure to telegraph your movement so he doesn’t startle. You linked your fingers together, comfortable and nostalgic in equal measures. It feels like it has been so long since the last you held his hand but also like you have never stopped holding it.
You went into your bathroom to fetch the first aid-kit, which in a normal household would be defined as overstocked but when you are dating a vigilante, there’s no such thing as an overstocked first aid-kit. Understocked, definitely, but never overstocked. When you entered the dining room where you left Dick, you found him in his Nightwing costume, gingerly perched upon one of the chairs on your dining table, specifically the one covered in plastic that was set aside for nights like this. The lights you flickered on your initial journey to the kitchen only serves to highlight his wounds. Luckily, they don’t seem to be anything serious, just a mixture of bruises and small cuts, nothing you have not seen before.
You settled yourself in front of him and gently start cleaning and dressing his wounds, muttering apologies when he hissed from the pain. Your hands were steady, far too used to cleaning up wounds for someone who is a civilian. Dick is uncharacteristically silent, maybe he is too exhausted to talk, which is doubtful. Maybe he can read that you are not in the mood to talk, which is far more likely. He has always been perceptive to your moods, that was what made him such a good boyfriend in the first place.
Once, earlier in your relationship, your hands would have trembled, shaky and uncertain as they dressed his wounds. Your panicking apologies would have been met with demands for kisses to make it better, perhaps even interspersed with kisses from Dick to whatever patches of your skin that he can reach.
But now, it is no longer so. Quickly and efficiently, Dick’s wounds were soon all cleaned and dressed. You moved a chair in front of him and settle upon it, finally meeting his eyes. He looks exhausted, world weary with bags that would rival the bag you see on a backpacker. If you could have it any other way, you would not have this conversation now but if you don’t, you don’t know when you would next have a chance to do so or the courage to go through with it.
You held one of his hands in both of yours, rubbing your thumb in a soothing motion on the back of his hand, doing whatever you can to soften the news.
“Dick, let’s break up.” You let it spill out of you, as quickly as you can before your courage fails you.
Dick’s baby blues widen, making him resemble a baby owl before blinked rapidly once, twice, thrice, as if he is in disbelief while the rest of him was frozen. The silence seemed to drag on and on, the calm before the storm.
“Love, darling, dearest, whatever do you mean? I promise that I would do better. Just tell me where I went wrong, it won’t happen again. I promise, just please please don’t leave me. Let’s get married, okay? When do you wanna get married? Tomorrow is fine, how about tomorrow?” babbled Dick desperately. In the middle of his babbling, the position of your hands had switched, with both of his hands cradling both of yours. It’s warm and familiar and you desperately want to savour the moment, especially since it’s one that you have went so long without.
However, you have already come this far. It would be doing a disservice to the courage you so desperately gathered to fail here.
“Oh Dick, I love you, I really really do. But you don’t have anything left to give me, do you? Do you even remember the last time we went on a date?” You asked as kindly as you could.
“We went to the burger place you mentioned?” He asked hesitantly.
“That was 2 months ago, and you were 3 hours late,” you retorted, trying to keep the heat from your voice.
“The café with the ………pancakes?” His next guess was much more hesitant, so it was safe to say that you weren’t particularly successful with keeping the heat from your voice.
“5 months ago, and you left 3 minutes after the pancakes arrived because you received a call. From Barbara.”
The silence that followed your second answer is deafening, uncomfortable in a way that was rare when you were with him. He responded by bringing your hands, still cradled by his to his cheeks and looked at you from under his lashes with his lower lip jutting out. There are many things about him that you are weak to, but none as much as when he looked at you with his baby blues from under those long pretty boy lashes of his.
You snatched your hands from his and narrowed your eyes at him, furious that he would try such a method at a time like this. It was unfair of him, since you knew your weakness, he knew it, his family knew it, even the waitstaff at your favourite breakfast place probably knew it.
“Point is, Dick, we have barely seen each other in months, and when we do, you are either late or rushing off. I’m not angry,” You pinched your nose, trying to keep your voice steady. “I mean, I was but I came to realise something. There’s no place for me in your life, or rather, there’s so much on your plate that there’s no place left for me. You are a flying Grayson, and I’m the shackles that bound you. I have been selfish all this time, but would you let me be selfish this one last time?”
At the end of your rant, you finally dared to hazard a glance at Dick. His shoulders were slumped and his head bowed, like he was beaten down and it broke your heart. It’s not the first time you have seen him like this, his life often takes its toll on him, but it never failed to break your heart nonetheless.
You wanted to comfort him, but how do you comfort someone who you hurt? You wished to wrap your arms around him, giving him a reprieve from the horrors of the world and a place to be weak. You wished to let him sob into your shoulder but how do you do so when you are the one that inflicted this pain on him?
“Alright,” he sighed, ending your relationship once and for all.
“It’s late, why don’t you stay the night?” It’s cruel of you, to offer your bed to someone whose heart you just broke, but you missed him.
He raised his head and finally looked at him after your awful revelation. The sight of it broke your heart all over again, especially the way his eyes were shinning with barely unshed tears and his lips were quivering. His eyes scanned you, trying to tell if you meant what you said.
He nodded his acceptance and head towards your couch. You pulled on his shirt to catch his attention, unsure if he wanted you to touch him at the moment. He stopped but doesn’t turn to face you.
“Come to bed, Dick.” An unspoken one last time passed between the both of you.
He changed directions and headed towards your bedroom, shoulders and back stiff. You are left standing in the kitchen alone, except this time it's all due to your making. When you finally gathered your thoughts, you head to your bedroom to find Dick in the showers.
You sit on your bed, waiting for him because you like to think that you still know him well and he is someone that would go to sleep on your couch or gods forbid, leave, if you close your eyes for even a second. The way he jolted when he came out of the bathroom confirmed your suspicions.
He made his way stiffly to his side of the bed, closer to the window. ‘All the better to protect you, my dear,’ was what he said when you had asked why he loved sleeping on the side closer to the window.
You crawled under the covers, unsure on what to do next. It’s painful that your last night together would be so horribly awkward, even though you know that you only have yourself to blame for this. Lovely, precious Dick broke the awkwardness by wrapping his arms around you, pulling your head onto his chest and resting his head on yours. You reciprocated by wrapping your arms around him and snuggling closer. His scent was comforting, a mixture of his shower gel and something that was uniquely him. It has long faded from both your bed and the clothes that he left in your apartment, even though you tried to preserve it for as long as you possibly could.
Only in the darkness of your bedroom, with both of your arms wrapped around each other, does Dick finally let his tears fall. His tears wet your hair and gut-wrenching sobs that tore through his chest. What broke your heart over and over again is however, the kisses he pressed to the top of your head in between his sobs.
You closed your eyes and succumbed to sleep only when his sobs were silent, presumably having exhausted himself.
You jolt awake to the smell of something burning, causing you to leap from your bed and run towards the kitchen. There, you stare as Dick waved your pan around, trying to put out the burning something on it. You would hazard a guess and say that it was a fried egg, given the eggshell you can see at the side of the stove.
Some unknown emotion, maybe relief, crawled up your throat and you laugh and laugh and laugh. By the time you managed to gain some control, you looked up to see Dick pouting at you.
“You could have helped, you know?” pointed out Dick, clearly a little upset.
“I’m sorry, I should have. How about cereal instead?” you said as a peace offering.
“Fruit Loops?” Watching Dick perk up at the mere mention of cereal made your lips twitch upwards. It certainly made the number of times you had to replace the cereal worth it, given that he had never stayed over enough in recent months to finish the cereal and you weren’t going to eat that sugary cereal.
“Of course, were you expecting something else?”
“I love you, honey.” At the words that spilled out of Dick’s mouth, both of you freeze, unsure on how to proceed, your conversation from last night hanging heavily in the air. You smiled at him tentatively and his shoulders relaxed marginally.
By the time you return to the kitchen after freshening yourself in the bathroom, Dick had already taken your largest bowl and was eating what looked like half the box of cereal. You made yourself a cup of Milo before sitting across Dick, drinking in the sight of him sitting at your kitchen table bathe in sunlight.
Far sooner than you would like, breakfast is over and you are helping him pack up his things. Even that doesn’t last as long as you would like and before you know it, you were standing in front of your door with Dick, his things in a box at his feet.
Both of you look at each other awkwardly, unsure or perhaps unwilling to take the next step. He cupped your cheeks, pressing a kiss to your lips. He tasted sweet, which suited a person as sweet as he is.
‘I’m sorry, I love you,’ his kiss said.
‘Don’t be, it’s not your fault. I love you too,’ you kissed him back.
You separated, his hands still cupping your cheeks, your faces so close that you can smell the sugar on his breath.
‘Goodbye.’ He pressed one last kiss on your forehead before turning around and walking out of your life. You know that if you ask him to stay, if you tell him that you don’t want to break up anymore, he would stay, but it wouldn’t be fair to either of you. You watch, rooted to the ground, drinking in the sight of him until he turned around the corner.
You can’t bear the sight of your apartment, so bare without his things. Even when he had been barely around in months, at least his things were still around to remind you of him. Instead, you head to your bed and cried, surrounded by the smell of him. The first time your bed smelled like him in months also marked the last time your bed would ever smell like him.
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Like No Time Has Passed
Brenton Thwaites' fountain of youth beauty inspired this. I watched Titans a bit ago and pretty typical of me I have a crush on like half the cast lmao. I'm gonna try to start posting more with a fun project that I will explain in another post anyway..... this is super short and fluffy you're welcome.
Dick Grayson x reader
Warnings: vague sexual suggestion at the end oopsies
You couldn't take your eyes off of the face beside you. His sweet, darling brown doe eyes and soft features look just like they did the day the two of you met. Dick noticed you staring and smiled. It didn't even register to you that he was now looking back at you. You were completely lost in his beauty, his smile sending the warmest feeling in the pit of your stomach that rises throughout your body. Dick let out a chuckle and turned his body to face you,
"You know it's not really polite to stare." He fought the blush trying to make its way up to his cheeks. Over time Dick became very good at keeping neutral but still couldn't hide this feeling around you. On the inside, he was just as enamored with your beauty like you, on the outside, were with his. Your eyes immediately shot down to the floor,
"I am so sorry, I just-" You chuckled along out of nerves.
"I didn't mean to it's just --," You look up at him once again trying hard not to lose your train of thought in his eyes filled with intrigue. His eyebrows were raised and he was hanging on to every word you said and how you said it. You were just so beautiful to him.
"-- You haven't changed a bit." You could quite literally hear your heartbeat in your chest. It wasn't that you weren't nervous though, on the contrary, you could rarely feel nervous around Dick. He radiated such a calm and safe feeling, you remember how it felt to be held in his arms after he snuck you out of your house and into the manor late at night. Just utter calmness, words couldn't even explain the sense of peacefulness being completely engulfed in Dicks embrace brought to you. Like everything else in the world just faded away and the two of you were the only beings in existence. That is until Alfred would knock on the door and invite the two of you down for breakfast. Nothing ever got past Alfred or Bruce for that matter but he didn't seem to really care. He was worried at first about Dick bringing girls home but he saw such a happy change in the teenage boy when the two of you started dating he didn't seem to mind anymore. Then after the two of you broke up Dick fell into his flirty playboy ways and that's when Bruce really started to worry again.
"I can't say the same for you," Dick deadpanned. Shit, he didn't mean to say it like that. Dick cleared his throat,
"What I mean is I didn't think it was possible for you to get any more beautiful--" He then brought a hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear,
"-- But then again you were always full of surprises." A breath hitched in your throat as you and Dick continued to gaze into each other's eyes, both entrapped by the other one's beauty.
"God this is gross."
"Yeah, I'm actually with Jason on this one, I think I might throw up," Hank noted as the rest of the Titans watched you two in the kitchen from the couch.
"Just wait until you have to share a wall with them, that's when it really gets disgusting." Donna shuttered at the memory of visiting Gotham with Diana around the time you were all 20. Almost all their faces twisted in disgust at the thought.
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Summary: You find your purpose in hopes of easing your conscious.
Warnings: angst, fluff, this is a part 2/sequel
Reader: Female Reader
Pairings: Dick Grayson x Reader
Word Count: 1,878
A/n: I thought I would tag you two since you mentioned you guys wanted a part two; @pleasestophoney @graysonswonder
Masterlist - Part One (Eight Year)
Fuck whoever said knowing was the better choice. Knowing sucked and you wished that you were back to being in the dark about the things you’ve done. Sure, when you couldn’t remember your mind filled in the blanks for you. You would imagine what you had done. You’re imagination was far more merciful compared to the truth.
Your memories returned to you mainly at night, although you got flashes during the day if you were ‘lucky’. As time passed you became more and more aware of how dangerous and deadly you had become. In the last eight years, you were a merciless killing machine that made the Joker look like a fucking kitty cat.
The more you remembered the more you considered handing yourself over to the members of the League that wanted your head. You understood their need for revenge. Hell, if someone had done to you what you had done to them, you’d be demanding justice yourself.
You shared your father’s rule of no killing, at least you did before you were taken, but you knew you’d break that rule if someone killed anyone in your family. In fact, if you weren’t so scared of reverting into a mindless beast you would have torn the Joker apart for killing Jason. But you feared if you killed him, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself.
“What’re you doing out here?” Dick questions groggily. You turn your head just enough to see him in your peripheral vision. You had been sitting on the balcony of your shared apartment in Bludhaven for a couple of hours now.
It was one of the rare nights Dick had come home early. Bludhaven was quiet thus prompting Dick to return home to you sooner than usual. Since your return a couple of months ago, Dick continued being Bludhaven’s Nightwing.
You weren’t ready to join him as Nightshade. Although, that didn’t stop you from using your enhanced hearing to keep track of him. If he was in a trouble he couldn’t get out of, you could get to him within a minute. Luckily he hasn’t needed you yet. You doubted he would. He has survived eight years without you.
You felt guilty for not staying in bed with him. You only got him to yourself so often but you didn’t want to keep him up with your restlessness. He needed his sleep.
Dick joins you on the patio loveseat. He looks at you before sliding his arm around your waist. You shuffle as he pulls you onto his lap. His natural warmth engulfs you. You almost moan as you settle into his comforting embrace.
“I have the day off tomorrow,” Dick mutters, resting his head on yours. You hum snuggling closer to him.
“You have the day off or you’re taking the day off?” You wonder.
“Either way you’ve got me all day tomorrow... later today,” He corrects himself noticing that it’s technically early morning instead of late at night.
“You don’t have to take off work to babysit me,” You mumble.
“I don’t have to do anything but I want to spend the day with you tomorrow,” He tells you. Having grown up with his stubbornness, you let it go. “It’s gonna be a sunny day. I thought I’d take you to a market in the next town over,” A small smile comes to your lips. “Do you wanna try and get some more sleep?
“I was actually debating pouring a stiff drink,” You admit. “I’m gonna have to see if Wally will talk to me and give me some of that strong shit he drinks cause what you have tastes like water,” Dick scoffs.
“You used to get fucked off of three beers,” Dick mutters.
“Then I got super metabolism and cheap drinking went out the window,” You grumble. Dick kisses the crown of your head.
“I’ll give him a call,” He whisper.
“Diana sent you an email while you were asleep,” You tell him. He hums questionably. “They’re making a memorial for the fallen... I wonder if they’ll ask me to be a guest speaker,” You snark sarcastically. Dicks grip around you tightens. “I guess they figured since I’m ‘back-to-normal’ there won’t be anymore mass superhero killings,” Your eyes become misty. “She was nice enough to put a list attachment,” You voice shakes. “Katherine, John, Oliver... Donna,” You clench your eyes as you slowly breakdown.
“Hey, hey, stop,” You shift to straddle his waste. You cling to him, your head falling into his neck. He pets the back of your head and rub circles into your back. “Shh, sweetheart, it’s alright,” You try to keep collected even though you’re falling apart. “Y/n, look at me.. Please, baby,” You reluctantly pull from his neck. He presses his head against yours. “Tell me what to do, how can I help?”
You didn’t know how to answer, so you just move your head back to the crook of his neck. His arms lock around you as tightly as he can hoping that he can hold you together.
How could you come to terms with what happened? It’s not like there’s a shrink that could be trusted with the information in your mind. It’s not like that many people knew what you were going through. You just wanted to be normal again.
When you calmed down, Dick continued to hold you tightly. You would sniffle here and there but other than that neither of you made any noise. When you slowly began to drift off, Dick stood from the loveseat. His hands held you securely to his chest as he carried you back to bed.
When you both laid down, you faced each other. There was hardly space between you but enough to look at each other. The light of the moon gave just enough light to be able to see prominent features of his face.
“It won’t be like this forever,” He promises, brushing his fingers across your cheek. Your eyes slowly begin to close.
“Do you think there’ll be an antique shop by the market tomorrow?” You wonder.
“I’m sure we can find one,” He whispers, tugging you to his chest. You snuggle close, lightly kissing his peck.
When the sun rose, neither of your were necessarily in a hurry to leave the comfort of the bed. It wasn’t until a little past noon did you two finally get up. You tried to be uplifting and happy as you went through the market but settled for content and not sobbingly falling apart.
You had nearly a half an hour of peaceful normalcy until you picked up on someone following you. You didn’t know if Dick noticed but you began directing him to a secluded alley. You were halfway down when you sensed something coming toward you.
Instinctively, you spun around and pushed Dick behind you. You hand flew up and caught the red arrow. Toward the end of the alley stood someone you used to get along with but now looked at you with murderous intent. You pushed Dick a good few feet away from you seconds before the arrow exploded. The explosion only singed parts of your outfit.
“Roy!” Dick snapped, glaring at the redhead.
“Why do you get to walk away?” Roy snapped, gripping his bow. “You hunt us down and kill us for eight years.” He snarls.
“That wasn’t her, Roy” Dick tells him. “She didn’t have a choice,”
“How convenient for her,” Roy snaps. You cast your gaze to the ground in shame.
“What are you doing here Roy? What do you want?” Dick asks, standing with you shoulder-to-shoulder.
“I want justice,” Roy snaps. “You don’t get to slaughter people and just walk away,”
“It wasn’t her,” Dick growls, clenching his fists. “She wasn’t in control, she-”
“I’ll stand trial,” You cut Dick off. His head whips around to you. “The league will decide what happens,”
“They’ve already voted on what to do with you,” Dick reminds both you and Roy. “They know you weren’t in control. You’re just as much a victim as the others,” You look at Dick, your mind reeling.
“Then lets get the bastard that pulled my strings,” You say. You turn your head to Roy.
“They’ve already tried finding the ones that took you,” Roy says.
“Yeah, well they didn’t have me,” You tell him. “I have a better chance than anyone at finding them. You want justice? I want redemption. Let’s avenge those that died,” Roy stares at you, obviously intrigued with the idea. “I can’t do it alone, I’ll need help,”
“We’ll need a team,” Dick says. “Those we trust,” He emphasized. The last thing he wanted was someone convinced you were the problem and trying to kill you in your sleep. He would already have his hands full with the mission and keeping an eye on Roy.
“Have anyone in mind?” Roy tilts his head.
“A few,” You mutter.
Within a couple of weeks, your team was put together. You convinced Conner to come so that you would have added muscle and someone strong enough to stand against you should the ones you’re going after rescramble your mind. Wally joined mainly to keep the mood lifted and tensions as low as possible. His naturally happy aurora would hopefully keep Roy from turning against you all and to keep him fighting with Dick.
Plus him and Conner were your friends before all this happened and were the few that remained by your side after all these years.
The last to join was Jason. You added the Joker to the list of people you needed to take down. You wanted him because one, he’s your brother, and two, he’s willing to kill. He knew how to do what needed to be done and most of the people you were going after didn’t deserve a trial nor a second chance.
The six of you were a large and qualified team. You knew not to underestimate you opponent. You knew how to work together. And you all had a reason to fight.
For the first time you felt like you had a purpose, a true and righteous purpose.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Dick, dressed in his Nightwing, costume questions stepping up to you. You smile, readjusting your mask.
It didn’t feel right to become Nightshade again. You weren’t that person anymore. You were someone else now. Tim redesigned your costume as you donned a new name.
“This is something I need to do,” You tell him. “I don’t know if it’ll settle the nightmares or ease the guilt but hopefully it’ll give others a sense of closure if we get them and prevent this from happening again,”
“Ok,” Dick mutters, nodding. “If this gets too much, step back and let us handle it,”
“Please,” You smirk. “Without me, you idiots would be running around like chickens without a head,” Dick smirks widely. “Don’t worry so much, baby, it’ll be like old times,” You wink kissing his cheek. The simple kiss isn’t enough for him. His arm instantly slings around your waist and pulls you against him.
Dick presses his lips against yours. You breathe slowly through your nose and lean against him.
“Just like old times,” He murmurs against your lips.
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Y/N: *singing WAP at the top of their lungs and dancing while cleaning their room thinking their home alone*
Dick who had just entered the house: *hears WAP playing and goes to investigate*
Y/N: *still singing and dancing and doesn’t notice Dick’s there*
Dick: “WHY ARE YOU PARTYING WITHOUT ME?” He screams over the music.
Y/N JUMPS AND QUICKLY TURNS AROUND: “What the f##k Richard? Aren’t you supposed to be out?”
Dick: “Yeah and don’t call me Richard, now let’s get this party startedddd!!!” *starts dancing and singing/screaming WAP*
Y/N: *yeets cleaning supplies and resumes dancing and singing and starts hyping Dick up while Dick does the same to them*
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Can I please have a dick grayson x reader where the reader isn’t very confident and is shy and awkward and socially anxious (and has autism) and kind and sweet but the story is about how dick fell in love with her and one day the reader is having a bad day and asks him saying “I’m just a boring civilian and I’m not confident or strong, sometimes I wonder why you’re with me’ and things like that. And fluff with a wee bit of angst. You don’t have to write it if youre not comfy with it. Thank you!
Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader / Nightwing x reader
Well, this was a fun one. Digging out my insecurities and writing them was interesting, to say the least. I’m not very comfortable with portraying autism so I skipped that, I hope that you don’t mind. It’s not exactly as you requested either... Regardless, I hope you will learn how to be confident because there is only one of you in this world and that means you are special, no matter what you think!
My requests and askbox are open, so pretty please don’t be shy.
Mirrors know words.
They speak whole sentences.
‘Such a large nose, such terrible skin’
like a punishing voice from within.
‘Who will love you with all these scars?’
Age-old verses to tear you apart.
You desperately tried not to touch your hair, not wanting to destroy the hairdo the hairstylist Dick hired spent 3 hours with. Instead, you simply resumed your efforts to melt into the wall, hoping to become a literal wallflower, focusing on the wall part.
You weren’t really a people person, your brain would always seem to blank out when greeting new people, which really isn’t ideal for scenarios like these. Normally, it wasn’t so bad since Dick was more than happy to pick up the slack, to remember faces and to charm everyone that stepped within a foot of the both of you but he wasn’t here now. He left in what felt like ages ago but what was probably ten minutes or so, his eyes apologetic as he pressed a fleeting kiss to the corner of your lips so as to not mess up your lipstick.
The memory made you conscious to the fact that you were biting your bottom lip, probably ruining your lipstick and staining your teeth with the dark red lipstick Dick picked out for you. The thought made you want to groan but you didn’t want to draw any attention to yourself. There was no need to give them more ammunition when they already had plenty after all.
This would be a good time to excuse yourself to the powder room to powder your nose, as the posh type here might call it. Or rather, it would be if you had any idea on where it was. You could ask, you suppose, but you weren’t willing to endure those fake smiles and cold eyes, their body language all but asking why you were with Dick, without the man in question to act as a buffer.
When Dick appeared next to you, you nearly jumped out of your skin due to how tense you were. You couldn’t help the scream you let out, and the eyes that darted to where you were standing made you wish that the ground would open up and swallow you, or that a villain would crash the party. Anything would be better than those eyes on you, those judging eyes that tore you apart and found every part of you lacking.
“Hey, is everything alright?” Dick asked, his eyes searching your face intently. You bit your lip and resolutely looked anywhere but at him, worried that he would be able to read your feelings from your eyes. He didn’t need more burdens, especially when it’s just your insecurities.
“Let’s ditch this place and go get ice cream,” your eyes shot towards him in surprise. Indecision warred in you as you stared at his wiggling fingers, tempted to take his hand and leave this gala and its iciness behind but surely he should stay longer? You are relieved when he grabbed your hand instead, slotting your fingers together effortless if only because you didn’t have to make the choice yourself.
The walk to the ice cream parlour was filled with laughter, with Dick cracking joke after joke. You even managed to crack a joke or two, much to his delight. The two of you were practically glued to the hip by the time you entered the ice cream parlour, with your cheeks red from laughter and Dick’s jacket on your shoulders.
“Can’t let my darling get cold,” he had said with an exaggerated wink when you tried to protest before throwing his arm around your shoulder, your hands still linked together.
Only as the both of you were settled down in a booth with your respective ice creams, unicorn for you and chocolate and peanut butter with cereal toppings for him (“What? Cereal is a gift from the gods!” “Sure, whatever you say, whatever you say.”), did you find the courage to spill your guts.
“Hey, Dick………..Wh-Whydoyoulikeme?” you blurted out quickly, wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible. Dick’s head shot up from where he was bent over his ice cream and narrowed his eyes at you.
You lower your eyes onto your ice cream, watching it as it tried its best to melt into a puddle in your cup. The silence stretched on while his gaze burned into you, making you hyperaware that you spoiled the pleasant atmosphere from earlier. Just as you wanted to make a move to request that Dick ignore your outburst, he spoke.
“What brought this up?” he questioned, his voice tight with restrained anger.
You swallowed, desperately trying not to let the sobs that want to crawl out of your throat out. Surely that would only make him angrier? The anger in his voice must be from how weak you were, how unconfident that you are. He deserved better and now he knew it too, if he wasn’t thinking about it previously.
“Hey, hey, sweetheart, look at me, okay?” Dick slid into your side of the booth, up and close into your personal space even as he cupped your cheeks and brought his face down so that he can look you in the eye.
“Did they say something to you?” he asked, reaching his own conclusion.
It’s easy to guess who the ‘they’ he meant are, even as you pulled your face from his hands and waved your hands in denial. The flash of hurt across his face doesn’t escape you when you pulled your face from his hands.
“It’s just….why would you want me when you can have them? They are” Perfect, gorgeous, amazing and confident. “A-and I’m just” Quiet, shy, awkward and weird.
It’s the truth, it’s the truth, you tell yourself even as you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to protect yourself from what you are sure is Dick agreeing with you. You feel Dick wrap his arms around you, hiding your face in his chest.
What you need to understand,
chainmail to solidify your heart,
is no polished metal understands how temporary
our skin, bones, and muscles actually are.
Remind yourself that there is more to you than
the flaws that scream from the looking glass.
“I think that you are pretty, like, I look at you and my heart skipped a beat pretty. I think that you are kind and patient, that every time you deal with my family, I fall more in love with you even when I don’t think it’s possible to love you anymore. I think that you are strong, that you are my strength in my darkest days, it is because of you that I find the strength to go on even when I feel like I cannot,” he whispered in your ear, voice impossibly warm and gentle, soft like this was something sacred between the two of you.
“Stop,” you whispered into his chest even as your heart swelled and swelled with love. ‘He loves you, he loves you, he loves you’ you think to yourself, giddy beyond belief.
“Okay,” you feel him smile as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “But next time, I’m going to list everything.”
You cry then, sobbing in his chest, him as your sturdy shield against the cruelties of the world. He pressed kiss after kiss after kiss to the top of your head, silently comforting you as you sob your heart out.
“Feel better now?” he asked, smile gentle like sunshine at daybreak. You return his smile tentatively even as you apologise for the makeup, tears and snot staining his dress shirt.
“As long as you feel better,” he said as he brushed off your concerns.
“I do,” you assured him.
Your ice creams have predictably melted during your crying fest and you can’t help but laugh at his downtrodden face as he looked at the soggy cereal swimming in the melted pool that was his ice cream. It doesn’t stop him from feeding you his ice cream and you can only laugh as you return the favour.
Meet your reflection in the eyes that pronounce
your depth, ignore empty words, and stand tall.
Apologise to yourself for listening to abuse,
remind yourself that you are the fairest of them all.
The journey to self-love is a long and arduous one, that you know, but you are sure that the journey is not impossible with him by your side.
The poem is ‘The Looking Glass’ by Nikita Gill.
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canyon. (dick grayson x reader)
angsty-ish?? idk, i’m really into exploring class divides and the struggle that comes with that, because obviously it’s not something that can be solved with only good-intentions and nice words.
let me know what you think!
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When you see him like this, you understand why people say the things they do about him.
He’s across the room with a glass of champagne in one hand, the other gesturing around while he talks. The group of people, dressed in their finest, laugh as soon as he finishes whatever he was saying. He looks like he is himself: charming, persuasive, commanding of attention. A showman of elite proportions. He wears his simple suit so well, the silhouette of his muscles and figure are obvious. It’s easy to see how women can start staring at him and never stop.
The ballroom floor is spotless. You wonder how long it took the janitors to clean it so that you can look at it and see slight reflections of the glistening chandeliers above. And then you wonder if anyone else is here wonders the same thing. If they think about the people who break their backs for minimum wage so they can laugh and pretentiously brag about things that will not last.
There is faint classical music being played by a small, talented set of orchestral musicians in the center of the room. Violins and violas and cellos harmonize a sweet ballad as people intermingle and dance around each other, saying what they don’t mean. There is jewelry that glitters everywhere you look: diamonds on ears, silver on forearms, emeralds and sapphires circling necks.
Everyone looks like they belong here. Everyone sounds like they belong here. Even Dick Grayson, no matter how much he frequents the diner where you work in jeans and a t-shirt. Warm smiles and blue eyes you can drown in, his words paint pictures you want to become reality. Hands lingering just a second too long and conversations that turn from rivers to seas.
You feel counterfeit. Like pyrite in a vault of gold, you wear rings on your fingers, but the kind from the store that rust within an hour if you wear them in the shower and leave blue marks so that you know they’re fake. You found the nicest dress you could afford, with your limited budget, but it is nothing compared to the silk organza you see others your age wearing. You are a newcomer, and by the way no one has come up to you, they all know it.
In the middle of sweeping the room yet again, you notice that Dick has spotted you at the edge, trying to blend in with the shadows. With quick words and a beguiling smile, he eases his way out of what you are sure are executives and members of wealthy families, politicians and philanthropists. His walk is quick and midway, he sets down his glass so that both of his hands are free.
For a second, it feels like there is a weight of a thousand eyes on you as he stops in front and reaches his hand out towards you. As you take it and he starts to pull you in through the throngs, you wonder how many times either of you will have to close the distance before it starts to wear and tear. Bridges cannot be built forever.
“I don’t belong here,” You say to him in a whisper.
You’ve been thinking it all night and by the way he holds your hand, he knows it, too. The man has always been able to read people well, even you, in all your reserve and introversion.
“You belong with me,” He whispers, his head turning so that his lips brush your ear.
You lean in just a little closer and try to believe in the grip of his fingers, holding onto yours and the shine that comes over his eyes when he looks solely at you. Part of you wants to scoff at the words, the other part wants to sink into them. I hope so, you think. He presses his mouth once to your temple, slow, languid, like he’s got all the time in the world. Like he doesn’t care who is staring. A soft kiss comes, too, reassuring and trying to pull you out of your own head.
The doubt in your heart is slowly stitched back together with a careful needle and thread, mended together again by Dick’s words and touch. In the back of your mind, though, you wonder how soon it takes for a crevice to turn into a river, because thread is always breakable and next time, words might not be enough.
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Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader / Nightwing x reader
This is specifically based on Dick from Justice League Dark: Apokolips War.
My requests and askbox are open, so pretty please don’t be shy.
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
You trembled and brought your hand up to your mouth, trying your best to choke back the sobs that threatened to spill out of you. You so badly wished to crawl into your bed and curl up there, hiding in the blankets and the pillows, pretending that this is not happening, like an ostrich in the sand, as if something is not happening if you don’t see it happen. Alas, you cannot.
Damian had warned you beforehand, the Lazarus Pit is not a miracle worker, it may be able to revive the dead but there were no guarantees on anything else. However, how could you not try when it came to Dick, the love of your life? Thus, you and Damian agreed to try, hoping for the best and now your hopes are dashed.
The both of you stared at Dick, he was alive, that much is true, alive and breathing, so unlike the corpse that you saw last, the corpse that you cradled, pressing kisses to moments before he was lowered into the pit. His limbs were no longer stiff, unbound by rigor mortis, instead, his limbs were bound by a straitjacket, although at this point, you are unsure if it’s for your safety or his. His baby blue eyes were no longer blank and unseeing, instead, they were green and filled with a madness only achievable by the Lazarus Pits.
Despite all that, it’s still Dick, still the love of your life, so how can you be ungrateful that he has returned to you, even in this form? Therefore, with yours and Dick’s favourite poem nestled in your heart, you steel yourself to care for him.
It’s not easy, caring for someone driven mad by the Lazarus Pits. Damian helped you whenever he can, but there is only so much he can do when he is busy with his duties running the al League of Assassins.
With his limbs bound by the straitjacket, you helped him to both eat and drink. You feed him the food spoonful by spoonful, often times food that you had cooked yourself with hopes that the familiar taste would return him back to you. After the first few spills, you switch from letting Dick drink from a glass to a sippy cup. The irony is not lost on you, when you thought of feeding spoonful by spoonful and sippy cups in relation to Dick, you have always imagined a child, hopefully a carbon copy of Dick, with his eyes and his hair and his personality.
There are bad days and good days, with more bad days than good days, unfortunately. Some bad days are blank, where Dick is completely non-responsive. He doesn’t eat or drink or even blink, trapped in the horrors of his own mind. Those days, you sit next to him, singing songs that you once danced to, hoping that they would bring him some comfort.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Then there are the violent bad days, where he lashed out at anything and everything, where he saw enemies in every movement. One memory stood out among all else. You had begged Damian to release him from the straitjacket. It was in the early days, where hope was stronger in both you and him. He hasn’t harmed you or himself, so surely he deserved that little bit of freedom? Two days after, he bit a chunk off your left shoulder, dangerously close to your jugular and broke your right arm in three pieces. He probably would have done even more damage had Damian not managed to pull him off of you.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
Good days give you hope, that somewhere under the madness of the Lazarus Pit, the man you love more than life itself is still around. On a good day after he broke your arm, he gently nudged his head against your wounded shoulder. You think that you see a glimpse of guilt in his eyes, it might be your imagination but your heart soared with joy even as your breath hitched with fear, his mouth so close to the wound he gave you. If you closed your eyes, you could imagine that he was pressing kisses to your wound, so much like how he once did. Dick always made a big fuss even over the smallest of your wounds, while brushing off his own with nary a care.
Your favourite good days, however, are the days where Damian was free. The three of you would go to the courtyard for some fresh air. Those days are bittersweet, for with Dick laying on your lap and your fingers tangled in his hair, you can almost imagine that it’s just another day at the Wayne manor, where Dick dragged you out into the garden. The fresh air would do you good, he would say. Now, you hope that the fresh air would do him good.
You learnt that there is no rhythm and reason to his days, he could have a bad day after weeks of not having them or bad days for an entire week. There was plenty of trial and error involved in figuring out whether Dick was having a bad day, a good day or a normal one, and more wounds than what you had received throughout your entire life. But despite that, you managed to carve out something of a routine. It’s nowhere near what you had once imagined, but it’s Dick and so you endure. Your fragile routine is shattered with the arrival of Raven, Superman and their compatriots.
You walked down the hallway, lighted with torches ensconced in the walls. Once, hallways like these would have terrified you but now they were more familiar to you than the walls of your childhood home. You suppose that two years would do that to a person.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you rounded the corner, for though you expected Damian, you did not expect the people that were accompanying him.
“Raven,” you breathed uncertainly, unsure if she was a dream that your mind had conjured. She looked horrible, her cheeks were hollowed and eyes were more exhausted than what you would have thought possible. You were certain that you didn’t look much better though.
She whispered your name back and you had to fight the urge to fling yourself at her, so relieved were you to see her. The only thing stopping you was the tray in your hands, carrying Dick’s breakfast of Golden Crisp. You don’t have the slightest idea on how Damian managed to get his hands on such a cereal in a time like this but you were grateful nonetheless.
You can’t even bear to look at Superman, certain that you would only spit vitriol at him should you do so. Instead, you busy yourself with trying to memorise Raven’s face until you reach Dick’s room while Damian continued his sermon.
Damian opened the door for you, allowing you inside but also giving Superman an idea of the losses you and Damian had to suffer through. Dick was rocking back and forth, his back towards all of you. Just as you slipped through the door, Dick, seemingly having sensed that there were people behind him, turned around and growled threateningly, showcasing the madness in his Lazarus green eyes.
You distantly hear Raven’s gasp but you ignored her in favour of depositing the tray in your hands so that you may calm Dick down.
“Hush, darling, hush. It’s just me, alright, just me,” you cooed soothingly, trying your best not to flinch when he turned his eyes on you. Luckily, he seemed to realise that it was you and his growls tapered off by the time you reached him. As usual, your movements are slow to not startle him and accidentally set him off.
You wrapped your arms around him, rested your chin on his shoulder and started to hum. It’s far from comfortable, as Dick is taller than you and you had to kneel to reach this position but it does the trick. Dick relaxed against you, even more so when you run your hand through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.
The end is nigh, you thought as you watched the light approached, surrounded by the remains of Earth’s superheroes with the broken Titans Tower in the background. So you pressed your lips to Dick’s temple and imagine that you are a princess, he is a prince and this is your happily ever after as you ride off into the sunset at the end of your fairy tale.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
The poem is A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns. I thought that it was pretty appropriate, given that this story is about how reader sticks with Dick through everything.
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