"Emotions And Realizations" Dick Grayson x Reader
(A/N: Part Four in the soulmate au series with 1960s Robin/Dick Grayson.
Last time we saw a secret spread through the city, trust broken, and soulmates having milkshakes. But wait. The most frustrating and exciting is yet to come!
Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Reader has social anxiety? Use of (mx) and (Y/N). Dick Grayson is the sweetest person. Reader’s guardian is a doorknob/something else.
Word Count: 10,031 words)
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A quiet Sunday morning in Gotham City and all appeared to be normal. Weekend activities went as planned. The weather was beautiful. Birds chirped happily.
This stinks. You thought with a low huff.
In the study, the open history book on the desk hardly had your attention. A scratch piece of paper had more ink marks than your list of assignment answers.
An ‘attitude’? Are they serious? I’ve barely said anything to them since Monday. I’ve been neutral. Civil.
As of returning home on Saturday from the Wayne Manor, you were officially grounded.
You were in trouble. For what? What wrong had you done?
According to your guardian, you were in trouble for the next week. Reasonings being: of how you acted on Monday, your attitude for the past week, for not letting them know ahead of time you were going to see Dick Grayson, and missing a lunch they had planned with a friend on Saturday.
They didn’t exactly tell me about the lunch yesterday. Oh, but they’re disappointed. ‘You embarrassed me’. Sorry. Didn’t meant to. I’m not perfect.
You leaned back in the chair, glad you were alone in the room. Comfortable clothes gave you emotional support.
And then the whole: ‘Your punishment will be longer if you don’t do well on those quizzes coming up.’ Really? As if I don’t do my best every day? School isn’t easy. How much more well-behaved do I have to be? I don’t talk and it’s good, but if I don’t talk it’s bad?
Tapping the chair, you did your best to get out the energy fueled by frustration. Quietly. Always quietly.
No phone, you thought over the restrictions, and no desserts!
Four months ago it would had been a punishment in your favor. But, as of late, you had your soulmate physically in your life. Plus no desserts was unusual punishment.
You couldn’t even call to let Dick know. You were afraid to ask.
And Saturday had been so wonderful.
Attempting to return to the textbook failed. Again.
They’re just upset I wasn’t at the lunch. I’m not going to be home every second or available whenever. I don’t overhear every phone call they have. I’m bound to forget at least one thing.
Being grounded days after ‘offenses’ seemed to be reaching for more reasons to justify it all.
I’m not the one who broke a promise — spreading a secret that wasn’t theirs! People kept questioning me and—
Frustrations were high. Tension rekindling at home.
Knuckles popped and shoulders squared.
You huffed again.
Did you ever forgive your guardian for pushing you towards the Penguin or telling your secret? No. Definitely no in the near future either.
You figured the pushing towards a criminal was just really bad judgement. What else could it be?
The breaking a promise was something you would not forget and you’d be careful what you shared in the future with them.
To think, in contrast, you were becoming more comfortable sharing thoughts with Dick. He was a fantastic listener. A gosh darn good conversationalist too.
We don’t even have to talk. You thought and rolled the pen around with your fingers. Your thoughts going back to Saturday. He was so tired. If we were anywhere else, would he put his head down?
Exhaling, soon your shoulders relaxed. Thoughts of you soulmate playing in your mind.
Music played throughout the room. Just enough to keep the study from being so empty of sound.
Your textbook remained on the desk forgotten. It would have its time. Whenever you decided upon it.
Keeping your attention elsewhere was much more satisfying. Right where you wanted it.
In turn, the desk chair had been moved to the front of the loveseat where Dick was laying down.
“Tired?” You asked and brushed back a stray lock of hair from his forehead.
“No.”
“No?” You rested your forearms on your thighs as you leaned forward.
Dick cracked a smile.
“Then what are you doing here laying down? Testing the cushions?”
“I was waiting for you to finish with homework.”
“Well, I’m finished for now.”
“For now?” He questioned, tilting his head to see you better.
“Uh-huh.”
You watched on as Dick took ahold of your hands and brought them to his chest. Comfortable.
“You work too much.”
“So do you.” You poked his sweater-covered chest.
Bringing your hands up, he kissed your finger.
A familiar warmth flooded your chest.
You blinked and flexed your hands.
The textbook was still in front of you. Waiting. Your hands were no where near anyone else’s.
Okay, you thought. Aware of time spent being unproductive.
That word could ruin any mood.
Unproductive. You scoffed. I’m not a machine. If I want to think about my soulmate kissing— Wait…um.
His lips touched your fingertip. Softly and soon smiling.
Sitting there, you wondered and searched your mind to see if this was the first time you had thought of Dick in that way. Surely it wasn’t out of no where.
Did it matter if you didn’t know?
Thinking of playing with Dick’s hair and having soft domestic moments felt natural. As if that calmness could be a vacation of its own.
Why wouldn’t you daydream of that? It was cute.
Imagining kicking the Penguin’s butt was one thing, but picturing a casual day was really nice. It could happen.
I mean…I never thought I’d be comfortable kissing someone’s cheek without being awkward. And he’s definitely okay with it. You smiled at the thought. Feeling his emotions is a bonus then.
You smiled down into your textbook.
The assignment still incomplete and waiting.
Hearing a voice muffled in another room, your hands tensed.
Your guardian was probably on the phone again.
Just finish here, you thought.
The lightness in your chest seemed to fold in on itself and dissolve. It made your stomach feel heavy.
Dick and I are friends. That’s better than anything I could ask for. We get to see each other and talk when we can. Kissing his cheek is…common in cultures and holding hands—that’s just what we do. We trust each other. You pressed your lips together and thought, we’re soulmates. And he’s literally Robin.
Slouching in the chair, you fought the urge to kick the desk.
“I really need to focus.” You muttered.
The assignment involved vocabulary from history.
Forcing yourself to sit upright, you looked at the text.
Huh. This would put even Dick to sleep, you mused. It’s just copying down the definition. It’s boring, but easy. If only the definitions weren’t so long.
Your hand took up the pen and jotted down the correct words. Such a mundane and mind numbing task with the copying.
Each word hardly left an echo in your mind. Sounds of the pen scrawling over paper only made you more aware of how quiet it was in the study. How alone you were when for once you did not want to be.
You desired good, genuine company. Even in the tiniest amount. Something positive to outweigh the rest.
You could almost hear Dick. His voice memorized and unforgettable in your mind.
Dick had a book in his hand as he sat comfortably on the loveseat.
“I think your favorite part is next,” he said with his nose buried in the book’s pages.
Muscles in your hand cramped, but your wrote on. Writing faster meant it would be finished before you declared it stupid and overly boring.
“I can read it to you, if you’d like?”
“You would do that?” You asked.
“Sure.”
Your hand stilled after you set down the pen. Aches slowly leaving your muscles.
Assignment complete.
You sat back and inhaled slowly.
Hopping onto the cushion beside Dick, you snuggled into his side.
“Holy racing car, you’re fast.”
“My hand hurts a little, but it’ll be fine.”
Expecting him to read out loud, you were surprised by Dick drawing an invisible smiley face on your forehead.
A cozy feeling blossomed in your chest.
“What was that for?” You questioned and wrapped your arms around his middle.
“To keep your frown away.”
“I think it worked,” you said with a smile.
Imagination could only get so far if it remained in your mind.
Beautiful words and fanciful thoughts could remain hidden with emotions if you wanted or you could put them to use. Learn from them.
A new project? Was it a good time to start one?
It wasn’t as if your guardian would know.
✧ ✧ ✧
Monday afternoon at the Wayne Manor was business as usual. Bruce Wayne read quietly as his youthful ward, Dick Grayson, completed homework.
Smiling to himself, Dick closed his textbook.
“All finished?” Bruce asked.
“Yup. The equations weren’t so tough today.” Dick gathered his belongings.
“That’s good to hear.”
Heading out of the room, Dick announced, “I’ll be right back.”
Taking the steps in quick succession, he cleared the stairs on his way to his bedroom.
I bet (Y/N) can finish homework faster, he thought. Maybe not as fast as them guessing books.
On Saturday, they all had done just that in the manor. Teaming up and guessing stories by describing characters made time fly by. Almost too quickly for Dick.
All the happiness of Saturday made Sunday feel off. Dick presumed it was from your absence. With only your emotions to accompany him, he still missed you. Perhaps more so if he couldn’t sense anything.
Yet there was not phone call that night to soothe him.
He lost track of time and he figured you were watching a movie. One you were eager to see. He didn’t want to bother or interrupt.
Dick only hoped that your many emotions were the results of watching the television and nothing more.
Wishing the best for you was what he’d always done. Even prior to meeting you.
Knowing you made him want to share the best with you.
Dick Grayson’s smile returned.
Yes, his schoolwork was put away, but that only freed up space in his mind to think of his soulmate.
He knew why.
Holding hands and drinking milkshakes answered questions he didn’t know he had.
Dick Grayson had a crush on his soulmate. He’d had a crush for a while.
Being together on Saturday only solidified his realization. Holding hands more consciously than reflexively. You were closer, more open with each other.
To contain that knowledge and excitement was near impossible.
Dick was on the verge of telling Bruce.
Why not? He was so happy. He couldn’t keep that to himself. He shouldn’t have to.
I wonder what Bruce will think. The youth thought as he exited his room. I forgot to tell him. Gosh. How busy can we get?
Descending the stairs took him seconds.
Getting Bruce Wayne’s attention took less.
“Hey, Bruce?” The ward called as he returned to the sitting room.
“Yes? What is it, Dick?”
“(Y/N) is really swell.”
Bruce smirked as if he knew what was on the young man’s mind.
“And their smile is the brightest I’ve ever seen.” He sat down on the nearest armchair. “If you could mashup beautiful and handsome in one word—that’d be a word I’d use for them.”
“Both words can be used in exchange for the other depending on context.”
“Gosh, Bruce, I didn’t think of that, but…there should be another word that multiplies the meaning.”
“And why is that?”
“Because saying they’re good-looking after saying how intelligent they are doesn’t sound right..” Dick rested his chin on his hand. “I mean—they are lovely too.”
“Yes. You said as much yesterday and after they left on Saturday.” He smirked again.
“Oh.” His hands folded in his lap. “I guess, I did.”
“It’s alright, Dick.” Bruce reassured him. “It makes me wonder if I’m the only person you should be telling this to.”
His eyes widened. It hadn’t occurred to Dick to consider telling you how wonderful of a person you were. Well, in the right situation anyway. That was only half of it.
He’d never complimented you at that level in full.
“I don’t think I’m ready to tell (Y/N) how I feel—I know that sounds ridiculous. We sense each other’s emotions, for crying out loud!” He sighed, “The problem is: I don’t know where I’d start. They’re practically my best friend.”
“That’s not the worst problem to have.”
“I know. Having a soulmate is the complete opposite of a problem.”
Bruce smiled and stated, “You two get along very well.”
“And (Y/N) knows more about me than other students at school.” Dick chuckled to himself and added, “At the student council meeting today, I imagined what it’d be like with (Y/N) there. They’d have great ideas. I could take a good guess what their responses would have been too.”
Not many people had mentioned the word ‘soulmates’ at school, but Dick knew they would if you were there with him. He was confident he could handle it.
But what about you?
How would you feel about it?
How would you react to Dick’s developing emotions?
“Is it too soon to tell them? I don’t want to make them uncomfortable.”
“There is no set time frame,” said Bruce. “Your concern for them shows how much you care for their well-being. Keep that in mind as you move forward.”
“That’s just it,” Dick sighed. “I don’t know when, but I’d love to now.”
“Don’t stress too much on the subject, old chum. Trust in the connection you two have and let the rest come naturally.”
Sitting up straight, Dick said, “Gosh, you’re right, Bruce. I’m worrying about something that hasn’t happened. It’s silly.”
“But you care.”
Dick nodded.
Of course Dick Grayson cared about his soulmate. He cared deeply.
If he felt a fluctuation of negative emotions from you, he wanted to know the cause. To be there with you would surely allow him to offer help or support.
Glancing up at the time, he figured you were definitely working on something. Not that the time was his main clue, however your undulating feeling of frustration. Either way, he could only suppose.
Would it be alright to call now? Dick wondered as he yearned to hear from you. It’s not late. Heck, it’s early!
He wrung his hands together.
“May I use the phone?” Dick asked, arms posed and ready to move.
“You may.”
Dick didn’t need to be told twice.
Leaning over to the side table, he picked up the phone and dialed your number.
I should ask what they watched last night.
The phone rang on the other end.
Or if anything interesting happened in class. Or if that spider came back. It had a name—
“Hello?” Your guardian’s voice sounded.
“Hello. It’s Dick Grayson. Is—?”
“Hello! How are you?” They interrupted with enthusiasm.
“I’m well. Thank you. How—?”
“I haven’t heard from you in so long. You must all be so busy in that manor. I can only imagine how many charities are planned. My friend and I — we met in college — we’ve been trying to talk their sister into hosting an event later in the summer. I’d love it sooner, but those things take forever to plan. Don’t they?”
“I believe so.”
Dick sat down and wondered how he became reeled into the conversation.
“I feel as if it’s been too long since I’ve been to a dinner party. The one my neighbor held was more of a night out. We weren’t at her place long. They have a fabulous music room. Even a harp.” They sighed longingly. “I always wanted a music room, but we have the study instead. At this rate it’ll turn into a library.”
“(Y/N) loves to read,” Dick piped up, “and they love music.”
“Very true.” Their tone was flat, but attentive.
He took his chance, “Is (Y/N) there? May I speak to them?”
“They’re here.”
He smiled.
“But they can not use the phone—.”
“What? Why? Are they all right?” Dick gripped the phone tightly.
“Their phone privileges are suspended and they can not go out until their punishment is over.” They stated calmly; adding nothing further.
It was too calm for Dick’s liking.
“Alright, I understand.” He swallowed down his rising emotions. “Can you let them know I called, please?”
“Sure. Don’t be a stranger.”
Dick could picture their smile with their chirper voice. It irritated him as he hung up the phone.
“What is it, Dick?” Bruce asked, giving his ward his full attention.
“(Y/N) isn’t allowed to use the phone because they’re in trouble,” Dick wiped his palms on his trousers, “but I don’t know what they did.” Confusion and shock lingered in his voice.
“Oh.” He said softly. “You spoke with their guardian.”
“They didn’t even sound angry or…concerned. They were too busy talking about planning a party.”
“This is unexpected news.”
“You’re telling me.” He sat back with a huff.
“Dick, this maybe a good time to practice patience. Their punishment will not last forever.”
“But they’re innocent.” He leaned forward, fist hitting the chair. “I can’t—I won’t believe they did anything wrong.”
Bruce only nodded. There was not much else to say if they weren’t given even half a story for explanation.
It was out of their hands.
Dick didn’t know when he’d hear from you or see you next. He could only feel your emotions. He couldn’t do anything else. Again, he was powerless. Back to the beginning.
But they’re innocent. What could they have possibly done? Dick thought woefully. Now Aunt Harriet will have something else against their guardian. Not just spreading our secret. … How long do punishments last?
✧ ✧ ✧
Gotham City, peaceful and busy as usual. The end of the work week was approaching and most were thrilled for the upcoming weekend.
For you, the week was going by slowly at school and quick at home. A real drag, really. Not much in your favor. It was only Thursday and your to-do list grew.
I’m going to need to rewrite the to-do list, you thought, already picturing the side notes and scratch marks on the paper. Nearing the end of the semester and it’s a mess. Kind of like this week.
Stepping lively, you were well on your way to the Gotham City Library. The second stop on your search for a book. Your friend Lucy had recommended it the day before.
The end of year essay wasn’t going to write itself and what you needed wasn’t even in your school’s shelves. Even the book store near home was lacking, but you had checked first—just in case.
It was up to you to make it happen.
Too bad it had to include asking your guardian’s permission in the morning. In any other situation it would be fine, but there was the punishment clinging to your every move. Making you second guess yourself and your actions.
So you walked on. With the huge library in sight, you grew impatient, wanting the week to be over. Again.
How ridiculously repetitive.
At least the topic of your paper would ease away from that. It would give you something interesting to focus on.
For once, you just really needed to be anywhere but at home. A breather. Time to decompress and just be.
The trip to the library was a small piece of that. A library had much to offer to citizens after all.
✧ ✧ ✧
Just outside of Gotham City, inside the Wayne Manor, young Dick Grayson worked diligently on his school essay. Ever the prudent student.
Not many things could distract him from a goal. He was well versed in work ethic.
Yet there was for certain one thing that could make Dick rush out of a room.
“Excuse me, Master Dick.”
The youth peered up from his papers.
“A phone call from a certain soulmate.” Alfred smiled.
He leapt to his feet, shouting, “Holy rule breaking!”
“So it seems.”
“Thank you, Alfred,” Dick said before tearing through the house to reach the phone. One of them at least.
Bruce Wayne was already pointing in the right direction as Dick peeled around the corner.
“Thank you!” Dick called over his shoulder.
Coming to a halt by a small table, Dick brought the phone to his ear.
“Hello? (Y/N)?” He did his best not to shout in his excitement. Dick was ever so eager to hear from you.
“Dick, hey,” your voice greeted him warmly.
A smile spread across the youth’s face.
“How are you? Your guardian said you weren’t allowed to use the phone. Are you not in trouble any more?”
“I’m okay,” you answered. “I…uh, I’m at the Gotham City Library—the big one. And technically, I shouldn’t be calling you.”
“You’re still in trouble? Why?”
“That’s what I wanted to tell you. My guardian hadn’t told anyone on the phone, so I figured that included you.”
“They told you that I called?”
“Only that you called.” You clarified. “They’re upset I missed a lunch with them and a friend of theirs on Saturday, that I hadn’t talked to them that week, and other ridiculous stuff that they chose now to pin against me.” You huffed, irritated.
“That’s terrible. They’re the one who couldn’t keep a secret. For a day.”
“It’ll be fine. They’re just embarrassed, I guess, that they had to make an excuse why I wasn’t with them for lunch. They’ll forget about it eventually or get over it.”
Dick held the phone closer.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
“I’m fine.” You said. “Just need to grab a book for the essay.”
Hmm. They don’t seem fine.
“What were you writing for your paper?” He asked, his mind coming up with a plan.
“Edgar Allan Poe writings.”
“Oh.”
“I’m hoping the book isn’t checked out here too.”
“Alright. You should go find it before someone else does.” He advised and checked the clock.
I’ve got time.
“True.”
It’s a huge library.
“Hopefully, we can talk again soon. I just wanted to call and not leave you with so any questions without answers.”
“Thanks.” Dick said. “I really appreciate it. I’ve been running in circles trying to figure out why you, of all people in the world, were in trouble.”
“Bad luck?”
“You don’t have bad luck.”
“Not with you.”
His shoulders relaxed and his smile softened.
“Anyway. I should go. I’ll miss you. Take care, okay?”
“I will. I hope you find everything.”
“Me too. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Hanging up the phone, Dick Grayson felt no ill feelings for not saying how he’d miss you.
No, because Dick had decided on going to the same library.
“Hey, Bruce,” he said as he raced upstairs, “I have to go to the library.”
Practically flying through the manor, Dick retrieved his car keys, and headed back downstairs.
“Dick.”
The youth stopped in his tracks.
“We can not do anything about (Y/N)’s punishment because it is a personal household matter.”
“I know,” he replied despairingly. His whole body seemed to weigh down with the knowledge.
“Good and I trust you’ll help them the best of your ability without breaking the guidelines of their punishment.”
“I promise, Bruce,” he urged, “and I promise I’ll be back soon to work more on my paper.”
So Dick Grayson was on a solo mission. His goals were formed with good intentions.
Could he make it to the library in time to see you?
✧ ✧ ✧
Shelves of knowledge stood proud and ready for the minds of Gotham City. Its largest library had much to offer.
Peering around at the next aisle, you hoped you were in the correct section.
This makes my school’s library look like a forgotten storage room, you thought. At least it’s organized. No wonder Lucy told me I’d like it here. You snuck a peek at the spines of some books. And I also know why Lucy had to save Elliot—he’d get lost in a one-room apartment. You shook your head.
Your friends really were something else. Charming, full of personality, and very much a bunch of teenagers.
The same teenagers who thought you were pranking them when you mentioned your punishment. Too bad their laughter ended, you missed the sound. Yet their sudden change to rage may have added fuel to your inner rebellion. Perhaps a little.
In such a large library, you were definitely calmer than you would had been at home with your guardian.
Calm was soft within you, however there was a bubbling delight from Dick. Through your soulmate bond, it was feeling less muffled as it increased rapidly.
What is he doing? You wondered and read a few more spines of books, still searching. It might be on the other bookcase. This is still the beginning of the authors alphabetically.
You sighed.
Quietly, someone walked up beside you on your left.
“Jane Austen, huh?”
Your confusion hit you like a wall. You knew that voice.
Turning, you were instantly met with familiar bright blue eyes and a wide smile.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you.” Dick beamed. His excitement shining through.
“Are you crazy? I’m in trouble. If my guardian finds out you were here too, I’ll be worse off.”
“Are they here?” He glanced around rapidly.
“No.”
“They won’t find out.”
It scared you to think if otherwise they did.
Closing your eyes, you exhaled slowly.
Breathe. We’re fine. We’re okay.
“Are you upset I came?” He asked.
Your eyes snapped open and your shoulders dropped.
“No. Of course not.” You ducked your head. “I’m sorry. I’m just on edge because of everything at home and I’m tired. I don’t mean to push anything at you.”
Gently, Dick brought you into a hug. Keeping you close.
An almost reset to the scratchy emotions that plagued you happened. Setting you both back to calm. At ease in one another’s presence.
Pulling out of the hug, Dick suggested, “How about I help you find the right book?”
“That’d be great and much appreciated.”
The search was on.
It was the largest library in Gotham City. Where better to find the sources you needed?
“The Odyssey?” Dick read aloud.
“Not quite.” You smiled and continued searching the shelf below. “If we find any Shakespeare, we’ve gone too far. So no Othello either.”
“Hmph.”
“My friend Elliot was writing his essay about the creatures in The Odyssey, I think. Either that or the physics of the bow.” You shrugged. “Our teacher wouldn’t let Charlotte write about her treasure theories.”
“Treasure theories?”
“Hidden treasures, ancient texts, and stuff like that.”
“Cool.”
“I know. Too cool for the teacher, I guess.”
Both of you finished checking a whole bookcase before skipping over to the one further along the wall. Being thorough was an unspoken deal.
With Dick there, you could search twice as fast. Not that it was a race, however being as you both went left to right looking through two shelves—it mirrored a carnival game.
Your soulmate was solely focused on helping you find the right back. It was endearing.
Having gone through another week of unforeseen obstacles, you didn’t scold yourself from sneaking glances at him. You were curious of how he reacted to the world and its stories.
Dick Grayson was different than your other friends and those you spoke to at school. Super excitable and incredibly polite. He wasn’t one to gossip about other people to keep you in the know. There was a sincere gentleness instead of a bluntness with a hint of humor to soften the words.
Being around Dick, you were less inclined to feel out of place if you said something ‘weird’ or if you expressed how you had never done something. With him, you felt comfortable. As if the chance of looking or sounding odd was extremely low, so there was no need to second guess how you presented yourself.
Out of everyone in your life, your soulmate was the most unlikely person to ever make fun of you. No being the butt of a joke. No unnecessary comments because someone twisted your words. There was Dick’s unique personality and caring nature. And so much more.
I’m lucky we even met, you thought. He’s also The Boy Wonder in his spare time. Don’t know the odds of that.
Your fingers brushed passed the last book of that row.
“Still nothing. No Poe.”
“Ancient structures?” Dick read aloud before his gaze searched for you. There was a humorous lilt to his tone.
Shaking your head, you offered him a smile.
“What’s that doing here?”
He shrugged.
“Maybe next year I’ll write about those arches that stand against gravity with the power of math,” you mused and kneeled down to check more books.
“I don’t think that narrows it down. Which one?” He asked as he knelt down with you.
“The ones with all the same small rectangles except the top center piece. That one keeps it from moving or falling.”
“Oh. That would be much different than the one you’re writing now.”
“True, but my decision isn’t set in stone.”
Full grin appearing, Dick shook his head. It was hardly a disapproval.
“Did you set me up for that?” Inquired Dick.
“It was a last minute thought. If I preplanned it, you’d hopefully be laughing.”
“I would.”
“Alright.” You continued smiling. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Why’s he so smiley today? We’ve barely done anything.
Remaining in the fiction section, there was almost an endless amount of stories to dive into. Adventures, mysteries, romances, thrillers, and poetry.
Only one was on your list.
We already passed Austen and Homer. Come on. Where is it? You thought.
That was when you saw it: Edgar Allan Poe.
Ah ha!
Dick’s attention was on your before you made a move for the book. No doubt sensing your thrill of finally finding what you were after.
“I was beginning to get worried,” you muttered.
Grabbing the book from the shelf, you flipped through to the table of contents and stood up.
“Oh, good. It has all of his works. I mean, obviously.”
You offered Dick to flip through it.
“The Complete Tales And Poems of Edgar Allan Poe,” he read. “Aren’t some of these stories sad?” He stood beside you.
“In a way, but mostly a darker tone than reading a theatrical tragedy. It’s the mood.”
He turned a few pages.
“Poe did have a lot of….sad times in his life.”
Closing the book and handing it back to you, Dick asked, “Why did you choose his works?”
“How about I give you a copy of my paper when I’m finished and you can get a different view?”
His blue eyes seemed to sparkle with his eagerness.
“Gee, really? I’d love to read it.”
Dick’s eagerness felt as if it collided and twisted with your own. Merging into a warmth that had you both smiling.
“Alright, but I have to write it first.” You said and walked around the bookcase.
Movement across the room made you freeze.
Someone was stuffing an old bust statue into their jacket. Two others nearby had shifting gazes.
Someone was up to no good in the library!
A criminal?
Retreating, you grabbed Dick’s arm and pulled him back behind the bookcase with you. You put a finger to your lips before pointing.
Dick peered between the shelf. As his eyes widened, so did his mouth. The first word forming.
No.
Acting swiftly, you covered his mouth before he could exclaim. You gave him a warning look.
He nodded as you lowered your hand.
“We need to warn someone,” you whispered.
Again, he nodded. Blue eyes watching the people’s every move. Taking in details.
Grabbing his hand, you gave a tug.
Come on. You can play crime-fighting later.
Thankfully, Dick took the hint.
With hands held tightly together and quiet steps, you both snuck your way to another area of the library. Watching your back, you both made sure you weren’t caught.
Surely two teenagers holding hands couldn’t be an alarming sight to the criminal lookouts. Nothing to raise suspicion.
Your actions did, however, catch the attention of a librarian. Dick was quick to lead you to their desk.
“Can I help you?” The librarian asked. Their expression softening when they saw the book in your hand.
“Yes, please.” You placed the book on the surface. “May I check out this book, please? And…uh…”
The librarian leaned closer, waiting.
“We saw someone stash one of the statues in their jacket.” Dick proclaimed with urgency. “There were three of them.”
“Oh my—three of them?” The librarian inquired.
“No.” Both Dick and yourself urged, hands gripping the edge of the desk.
“People. Long jackets on.” You clarified.
“They were stealing.” Dick insisted.
Alarm lit in the adult’s eyes.
“Oh dear.” Fumbling and stamping, the librarian handed you back the book before picking up a telephone. Their eyes were trained somewhere behind you.
Before you could turn around, Dick had taken your hand and was leading you through another doorway. The two of you kept a hurried pace. Finished with business at the library, it was time to scurry away from any possible danger.
What are the odds? You wondered. Is it more from living in Gotham or him being Robin? Our timing? Day of the week?
Stepping out doors shook you from your thoughts with the afternoon light. Still hand in hand, you and Dick went down the library’s steps with practiced ease.
“Everything’s a surprise today, I guess.” You muttered.
“Hopefully that was all.” Said Dick as he lead you down the sidewalk at a slower pace. “I can drive you home.”
“What?” You looked to him baffled.
“If you want, I can dri—?”
“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”
“(Y/N),” Dick said gently and turned to you, “I want to make sure you get home safe. Driving you home isn’t a problem or a bother. It never will be.”
You knew that. For some reason your first response was never an answer.
The grip you had on his hand tightened.
“Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me. I’m always glad to be with you.”
His words struck a cord in your chest. An area left alone to its own devices, quietly always wishing for something. Deep in that space in your heart, his words stretched and made themselves at home. Settling in warmly. Coating the area with something akin to recognition and affection.
What were you to do with that? No one had ever told you words so earnestly. None having to do with being in your company.
Always glad to be with me.
Finding your soulmate’s red car parked, he opened the passenger side door and let you sit before he made his way to the driver’s side.
He drove all the way here just to help me find this book. He got us away. He…he’s always there for me.
A burning threat of tears stung your eyes and you repressed them. You didn’t want to worry Dick.
Everything’s fine. You mentally told yourself while incoherent and fumbled feelings tried supplying unwanted thoughts into your head. It was not the right time to decipher those fully. Thoughts of how perhaps you weren’t doing enough.
Clicks of the seatbelts caught your attention enough to quiet subconscious worries.
Enjoy your time with him. Darn the punishment a little longer. You exhaled slowly.
“Are you alright?” Dick asked, worry lining his eyebrows.
You peered over to him and decided to answer in full. “I’m better. Just…calming down.”
“You can listen to the radio if you’d like.” He turned the key in the ignition.
“Mmm. It’s been a few days.”
“Since what?”
“Since I’ve listened to the radio or a vinyl.” Seeing his confused gaze, you quickly added, “Because I feel like I shouldn’t because I’m grounded.”
Dick stared at you for a moment, car still parked. Not really speechless, no matter how silent he was then, but concerned. Blue eyes searching for an answer. No questions brought up.
Softly, you patted your thighs.
“Yup.” You muttered.
It’s just the radio. Should I just turn music on? You snuck a peek at the controls. Should I say something?
“Are you afraid you’ll be in more trouble or are you,” he swallowed and continued, “afraid something might happen at home?”
Heat filled your body uncomfortably. A fear you didn’t want to face head on.
“I’m just trying to make as little disturbance at home as possible. Blend in to the furniture, I guess.”
With a new frown, Dick sank further into his seat. “I’m sorry you have to do that. And I’m more sorry that I can’t do anything.” His voice dropped, “I wish I could.”
Your heart ached at his words.
How do I keep worrying him?
“You do more than enough. More than I could think of asking. I never know how to express how much that means to me.” You leaned closer, placing your hand on his arm. “But I’ll gladly think of a million ways on the ride home.”
A tiny smile curled his lips.
“I’ll be okay at home. I promise.”
Sighing with a short nod, Dick put the car in drive and safely pulled out onto the street.
A lift home from a caring soulmate. Gratitude passed around with smiles. The radio’s volume loud enough to combat the air rushing by.
How lucky could you two be?
About two blocks away from your destination, you felt your anxiety and worry growing.
“Dick.”
“(Y/N)?” He smiled. Mood lifted enough to not register yours as easily.
“Can you drop me off a block away? Please?”
Dark eyebrows shifting from surprise to concern, he asked, “A block? Why?”
“Because I don’t want to chance it. What if they’re home? What if a neighbor sees too and tells them?”
“Alright.”
There was no argument. No brushing off your list of concerns. It was refreshing and highly appreciated by yourself.
“Thank you.” You said as the car was stopped in a safe area.
I’m going to hug him like there’s no tomorrow.
Unbuckling your seatbelt, you reached across the center console as Dick did. A hug was shared tightly. Your chin on his shoulder as he did the same to you in return.
There was much joy radiated between, regardless of how bittersweet the situation. All accompanied by a hope that neither of you would be separated without communication for too long.
I feel bad that he’s the friend I want to see the most. But, you thought and slowly pulled away, he’s my soulmate.
You had missed him so much already with his genuine smiles and you were both a little too close to another criminal encounter. Being lucky and grateful, you thought of something. You could express a little more gratitude for him going into the city to help you. Something sweet. An action he would be okay with.
“Also.” You gently held his jawline between your hands. “If I may?”
His eyes widened, but he nodded. Keeping his arms on the center console.
“Thank you,” you kissed his right cheek, “and thank you.” You pressed a kiss to his other cheek.
Dick’s lips pulled into a wide smile.
Sparks and rolls of warm emotions informed you just how much your gesture affected him.
“You’re welcome.”
“Now get yourself home, okay?”
“I will.” He reached up and gave your hands a squeeze. “I’ll wait here until I see you’re going inside.”
“I’ll be quick.”
After eventually letting each other go, you gathered your belongings and stepped out of the car.
“Tell everyone I said ‘hi’, okay?”
“Sure thing.”
“See yah,” you waved.
“Hopefully soon.” Dick waved back, still smiling.
✧ ✧ ✧
A busy afternoon led the young ward to return to the stately Wayne Manor.
Much work was to be done. The essay!
Flutters and waves of conflicting emotion left Dick Grayson in an odd state of contentment. Between his soulmate’s punishment, spending time with you, the criminal in the library, and the two kisses he received — Dick was a little dizzy. Happily so given the latter.
“Dick,” Bruce set down a book, “are you all right? You look lost in thought.”
“I’m fine.” Dick did a quick check, looking for his aunt. Walking to stand close to Bruce, he informed him of what he witnessed at the library.
They were both hushed in their exchange.
Thankfully, the police could handle it. They were fully capable of handling the criminals.
The youth leaned on the furniture. A little forlorn that he wouldn’t be suiting up as Robin, however content to remain home. His thoughts were still on his soulmate after all.
Dick smiled to himself.
Images of you searching books, holding his hand, and being close all ran through his mind like a movie he wanted on repeat. He enjoyed every moment.
If only they weren’t in trouble with their guardian, Dick thought with a pout. It’s ridiculous. He crossed his arms.
Peering over at his ward, Bruce inquired, “Did you help (Y/N) find what they were looking for prior to…seeing the pieces of art?”
The mere sound of your name lit a happy hum in the youth’s mood.
Perhaps that was Bruce’s purpose for mentioning you. He did know his ward well enough.
“I did. They chose to write about Edgar Allan Poe’s writings for their paper.”
“Intriguing choice.”
“I know.” Dick chuckled and added, “They’re going to let me read it when they’re finished.”
“Then it looks like you’ll be adding an essay to your summer reading list.”
“Sure will.”
Dick was more curious to read your essay. To read your thoughts and see how your words flowed across a page.
What would he learn? How would he feel? Should he give you something in return?
“Before you an read (Y/N)’s essay, you better work on your own.” Bruce advised.
Blue eyes widened in realization.
“I almost forgot. Thanks, Bruce.” He said bashfully. “Oh! And (Y/N) says ‘hi’.”
The man smiled. “Hopefully we can all greet each other in person.”
“That’s what I’ve been thinking.” Dick exclaimed as he strode out of the room.
“Be patient, Dick.”
Patience. What’s patience going to do if their guardian decides to pick and choose when (Y/N) has been ‘bad’? What do they even tell (Y/N)? Are they mean or worse? Is it calm? And they were talking about parties instead of asking if I wanted to talk to (Y/N) or give me a chance to ask!
Trudging up the stairs didn’t last long as Dick made his way back to his room. A paper needed completing.
It was clear that Dick wasn’t happy with how your guardian had decided to handle things, but that was something he could not get involved in. No matter how desperately he wanted to. He wanted to ask why. He wanted to defend you. To find reason to it all. But he had to hold that in. If anything, it would add some fuel to any future punches as Robin. Relieve frustration.
Not the most healthy choice, but the thought might be present then. That and how you knew he was Robin. A completely different thought he was not ready to add to any time soon.
He’d save you from a day of stress and panic if he could. The last thing he wanted was to be the cause of it, again. That, he could control if it was only his words.
You two were separated and it felt different, tainted.
Dick just had to wait. Trusting you could take care of yourself. You had done so this long. The least he could do was be patient.
He saw on his bed with a soft sigh.
(Y/N) want to blend in to the furniture at home. What…what would (Y/N)’s guardian say if (Y/N) acted more…? He frowned. What have they told (Y/N) in the past?
The thoughts and images they produced made him feel uncomfortable. He was still unsure how to process your words from earlier. It only made him realize how little he knew of your home life.
But they promised they would be okay at home.
Sat with wondering thoughts, Dick Grayson knew he would pay even more attention to his soulmate’s guardian. Perhaps answers to his growing questions could be found without asking.
Who said he had to be dressed as Robin to find answers?
✧ ✧ ✧
Home. A place of rest, shelter, and essentials.
In Gotham City, a Friday evening could hold promises of fun and entertainment. The end of the work week.
Or the continuation of schoolwork for some.
Sitting on your bed beside your beloved Sir Hopps, you wrote something down onto the extra papers. Schoolwork off to the side. Writing your thoughts and more seemed to help. All of them kept in their own small keepsake box. Dated and filled with your inner most thoughts, feelings, and dreams. To get them out of yourself. All were addressed to your soulmate, however none were to leave the box. Not any time soon. You had wondered if you should stick them in a journal, easier to read through.
It helped when you only had your plush bunny to confide in. He was easier to talk to than most. Never told a secret in his blue fluffy life.
Sir Hopps and yourself were the only ones in the household who knew your trip to the library included more than finding a book.
Not that my guardian really cared. You thought. I don’t think they know who Poe is. Maybe I’m wrong. Who knows?
No more trouble befell you at home. No added punishment.
You were left to your own activities.
That was good news as much as having the outline for your essay almost finished. Marking down where the sources from the book were to be placed practically made it a guide—easier. Added that you wrote snippets around them.
Holed up in your bedroom made writing and taking breaks feel more natural. You didn’t have to physically pretend it was difficult or that your hand cramped to justify your actions. There was no one to judge with eyes or words.
Sir Hopps certainly wasn’t going to voice criticism.
You were certainly calm in your room. So much so that you could sense Dick’s contentment.
He could be doing anything right now. Well…not anything. Writing or reading maybe.
Placing another note into the keepsake box, you closed it and hid it underneath your bed.
“I can’t wait until summer,” you murmured to Sir Hopps.
I shouldn’t be grounded for too much longer. Another week maybe. I’m still doing well in school. I haven’t even looked at ingredients for cookies.
You flicked at a piece of paper.
Maybe it’s a good thing Dick doesn’t visit here. You thought bitterly. My guardian isn’t always as fun s they sound. And Dick is…fun. He’s a close friend, trustworthy, caring—so caring—and so many other things. My soulmate. A warmth tickled your chest at the word. You smiled. He’s brave too. Generous. Intelligent.
What fun you two could have if given the chance?
You returned to lounging on your bed.
Tired from a day of school and more, you groaned at the sound of the phone ringing in another room.
No. You dropped your head onto the mattress. Are they playing phone tag or something?
It only rang once more.
A relief to you as well as an itching suspicion.
Hopefully it’s nothing.
In a matter of minutes, there was a knock on your door before it opened. Your guardian stepped in.
Sitting up, your heart leaped, all your senses on alert.
“That was Lauren. She invited us to see a movie.”
Charlotte’s mom. She’d been talking about convincing her mom to go.
Your guardian looked at you expectantly.
“Anyone home?” They asked.
“I’m allowed to go?” You questioned hesitantly.
“Yes, why?”
“I am grounded.”
There was a pause in their movements. A crease between their brows.
Are they serious?
They shrugged and replied, “And now it’s done with.” Heading out of your room, they left the door wide open. “Get ready for the movie, if you’re going.”
“I’m going.” You responded and rushed to your closet.
A punishment over?
An outing with others to watch a movie?
A wonder how fast your night could change by one person’s decision.
. . .
Movie theater seating to a soiree. A group of friends sat waiting for the show to begin. It was debatable who talked more: the teenagers or the adults.
You sat between your friends. Your guardian, Charlotte’s mom, and Nathaniel were on your left. On your right sat Charlotte, Lucy, and Lucy’s younger brother Roger.
All of which chatted amongst themselves. Each keen in their own right about the weekend ahead.
I guess I can be excited too, you thought. I’m not in trouble any more. Officially. I can have dessert again, watch the television on Sunday night, maybe bake something, and I can call Dick. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled. Maybe more than me. Probably.
“You’re free now.” Charlotte rejoiced and squeezed your arm for a moment.
Reflectively, you stilled, however said, “Let’s not jinx it.”
“I won’t jinx anything.”
“Right. And who can’t write about their theories on hidden treasures?” Nathaniel leaned forward to question.
“Coincidence.”
“You shouldn’t have started writing it before it was approved,” you said. “But you could turn it into a book one day. Don’t waste it.”
“It would make a good story.” Lucy added.
“No. It was suppose to be my essay.” Charlotte whined and sat back in the seat.
“It’s okay.”
Charlotte sighed dramatically and turned to you.
You rose an eyebrow.
“How come you’re not writing yours about soulmates? I’m sure it would’ve been approved.”
“What? No.” Your quick response caught your friends’ attention.
“Why not? It could be a journey of how you and Grayson met and how your relationship blossomed. How the city found out. The drama. The secret dates—.”
“Dates? We’re not dating.”
“Really?”
“Well, do you consider doing homework and practicing different languages a date?” You laughed.
Beside you, Nathaniel chuckled.
“It would depend on what you’re whispering in the other languages.” Charlotte teased, snickering.
The others joined in. Perhaps not fully able to imagine you doing so.
“Hey, now.” You defended yourself. “It’s strictly what’s in the books…and Mister Wayne would know what we’re saying. But we’d probably say something silly.” A small laugh escaped you.
The thought of saying something in another language to Dick in the manor and it being purposely funny made you smile. But to say something flirtatious? What Charlotte was hinting at? That thought sent more uneasiness than butterflies in your stomach.
I couldn’t do that, you thought. That wouldn’t be right when Mister Wayne is usually right there. Or Mrs. Cooper! No, no, no. Absolutely not. Woo. And I’m pretty sure Dick would flush for a week straight. You slouched in the seat. Heck! I’d hide for a week straight! That wouldn’t be appropriate. We’re not like that.
Charlotte leaned over and added, “I did say ‘whisper’, you know.”
“Do you like like him?” Lucy asked.
Your hands wrung themselves into your sweater.
“He’s great. I just… We’re still getting to know one another. We’re friends.”
“It’s been more than two months. How much time do you need?” Charlotte inquired seriously.
“We’re not rushing anything,” you informed them. Heat rose to your neck uncomfortably. “We’re not expiring fruit. We don’t need to date or anything.”
“(Y/N) likes him.” Nathaniel declared.
Hushed laughter surrounded you and you sunk further into the seat.
Of course I like him. Just…not how they’re seeing it, you thought. He’s my best friend. He’s really great and sweet. I don’t… I’m still getting used to having someone like him in my life. Knowing he’s my soulmate is still something I have to tell myself is real.
You inwardly sighed in relief as the room’s lights dimmed low.
Just enjoy the movie. Listen to Nathaniel’s critique and we should all head home. Nothing has changed with Dick. Everything’s fine. You thought as you calmed yourself. He’s probably writing his essay though.
The film reel started and all talk in the theater dissipated. Audience members were treated to entertainment of screen and sound.
You were granted over an hour of doing absolutely nothing. A well needed break where all attention was focused elsewhere.
What a delight. A relief!
Hopefully the start of a much calmer week to come.
✧ ✧ ✧
A beautiful Sunday afternoon. Inside the Wayne Manor, young Dick Grayson was surrounded by notes and paper.
Having written in his room the days prior, he had decided to work on his end of term paper in the sitting room.
Open space, a couch, and a well appreciated plate of cookies. All the comforts a youth needed.
Once I finish this paper, it’s a huge step to spending summer break with (Y/N), thought Dick as he chewed a cookie. We could do so much. Swimming at the beach, visiting a museum, or going somewhere to eat or playing games.
Before he knew it, another school year would be over.
If he was this busy, he could rightly guess you were as well.
What else do they do whey they’re not busy? Do they read during the summer? He wondered. Maybe I can ask them to go somewhere over the summer. Just the two of us again. They seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. I hope. That milkshake was really good.
Reaching for his glass of milk, he took a long sip.
It was a rather easy day. Easy weekend overall. No unexpected visitors. No cases to solve. No charities to attend.
Dick set the glass of milk down as the phone rang on a side table.
Nearby, Alfred walked over to answer the phone. His voice hushed.
In his chest, Dick felt a tingling of excitement. Muffled and not his own, which only made him hope you had done something for yourself. For once.
Alfred directed his attention to the wide-eyed and hopeful youth.
“I’ll let him know.” The butler smiled. “It’s good to hear from you as well, (mx) (Y/N).”
Dick leapt to his feet before the older man could set the phone on the table’s surface or even say any more.
Chuckling, Alfred handed Dick the phone and walked away.
“Hello?” Dick asked, barely holding in his enthusiasm.
“Hey, Dick.” Your voice had a chipper tone. “How are you?”
How was he?
“I’m great. How are you? Are you home?” He rushed out his words.
The sound of your light laughter entered his ear and sent a grin to his face.
“I’m pretty good. Sitting in the study and eating some cookies.”
“Me too. The cookies, I mean.”
“Oh and,” you drew out the word. “I am officially no longer in trouble.”
“Holy relief!”
“Yeah. It was ridiculous, but it is what it is.” Your voice then raised suddenly for a second as you added, “And apparently it wasn’t all that important enough for my guardian to remember when getting an invitation.”
Dick shifted his weight on his feet.
“What do you mean? They forgot?”
“I think so… Doubt it. At least when they were on the phone Friday, they forgot. Charlotte’s mom called asking if we’d like to go see a movie. They basically brushed the whole punishment off when I reminded them.”
“That’s—.”
“Ridiculous.”
“Yes.” He gestured with his free hand sharply.
Good, he thought, they know, but I can’t believe it ended like that. Wait.
“Is your guardian there?” He asked.
“They’re still rummaging through their closet.”
He breathed out a sigh of relief. “You’re alright?”
“Yes. I told you that I would.”
“I know. I…” He frowned.
What did he think? What had he been feeling about the situation? Was it appropriate to tell you?
Breathing in, Dick decided it was not the time. Bruce had already told him Thursday that he couldn’t be involved in others’ household matter. I wasn’t his place. H was a teenager. Yet he was also your soulmate and friend.
“Dick?”
“I needed to know if you were all right.”
His voice was small. He feared you could sense the breaking in his heart at the very thought of you being fearful of attracting more punishment at home and of his fear of what the punishments could turn into.
Holding the phone with both hands, it was a struggle to hold back a wave of words.
Change the subject.
He swallowed as he sensed your warm emotions spreading up his throat from his chest. They were good feelings, but he could not name them then. Muffled, but there.
“We need a day without school related anything and do something together.” You said, interrupting the quiet. “Something fun. Simple maybe.”
“You could come over here.”
He was relieved by the sound of your suggestion.
“We can do whatever you want.”
At his words, Dick could almost feel Bruce’s gaze on the side of his head.
A short laugh greeted his ear from the phone. It eased a smile onto his lips.
“Sure.” You said. “I’ll think of something after I revise my paper. Can’t distract myself too much. The last week of school shouldn’t be too bad and I’m ready for it to be over.”
“If neither of us are busy the last week of school, we might be able to see each other.”
Dick, honestly, could hardly wait much longer to see you again. No school, no secrecy, and no necessary work. He’d take hours of a party or charity dinner if it meant spending real time with you.
You hummed, “That could work. I’ll be sure to ask my guardian ahead of time. Better yet, mention it and get them onboard with the idea before asking. They’re always weird about me not going out.”
He shook his head.
The guardian is like a multi-dimensional puzzle. Not the fun kind by the sounds of it. Only some times, hopefully.
“We’ll make a plan, then?” You inquired cheerfully.
“We will.”
“Cool. Okay, um. I have to get back to my paper and cookies.”
Dick snickered. He couldn’t help it. You helped bring it out of him.
“And so do you.” You added with an air of humor. “Then the next time we see each other I can catch you up on the spider drama at school and what happened to my friend Lucy after we saw a movie.”
“It’s a drama now?”
What could’ve happened? It was a spider!
“Yup. But you have to wait for the details.”
“Can the days go by any faster?”
“Cross your fingers and tell everyone I said ‘hi’.”
“I will. Talk to you soon.” He was practically bouncing on his feet.
“I’m just a phone call away.”
“Bye.” He held the phone a little longer.
“Bye, Dick.”
The call ended and the young ward felt like he swam through a river of different emotions. Overwhelming joy from hearing your voice, relief from knowing you were no longer under restrictions from punishment, frustration from hearing anything about your guardian in the past two weeks, worry form knowing you feared getting in more trouble from mundane actions, and building excitement knowing he could see you again soon.
It was a bit much, however conversations had the opportunity to be pushed anywhere. If it was with you, he’d gladly go.
Having already hung up the phone and sat back down, Dick Grayson faced the questioning gaze of Bruce Wayne.
“Everything is well with (Y/N), I hope?” Bruce’s question was punctuated with a tiny smile.
“Yes and they say ‘hi’ again.”
“Goodness me,” Aunt Harriet walked into the room, having overheard them. “It’s been far too long since they’ve came around here. Poor dear has been cooped up at home.”
“Yeah,” Dick sighed. “Just them and Sir Hopps.”
His aunt’s eyebrows pinched together. “Who’s Sir Hopps?”
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Dr. Peter Andover x Reader || Drabble
So actually really liked this movie!! (Not like 2001 Maniacs, which I literally just watch cuz of Buckman, Boone and Harper) and I woke up today and had to write this! ^^ Also I LOVED Gage (A mean, sarcastic middle aged man?? I'm a little predictable haha XD) so I might have to write for him at some point ^^
Plot: As the clinic’s chef, making food for all the staff, live-in patients and visitors, it’s your job to keep them all full and healthy (Though you do slip and maybe give them a little too much comfort food, because the poor babes all need it). Its not easy, everyone has different dietary requirements, different tastes, and some don’t even want to eat they’re so scared…
But even harder then coordinating meals, though, would be taking care of poor exhausted, overworked Peter.
Warnings: Unadulterated fluff XD Can be seen as romantic or platonic ^^
It was late-late when the doctor finally rocked up to the kitchens- far past dinner time. Far past bedtime, in fact. But you knew he would be around at some point, so despite being tired, you had stuck around for him- you would rather make him something then have him crack open a pack of crackers for dinner. Besides, while you’re waiting, you can prepare breakfast for the next morning!
Peter sits down at one of the stools you usually sit at the peel potatoes, now, looking exhausted as ever, and you flick on the kettle immediately. He’s going to need a cuppa. “Evening, Doc, what brings you to my office?” Your jibe succeeds in drawing a tired glare from him but your face is soft and warm, as you go into the pantry. “I’ll whip you up some mac and cheese, how’s that? You just sit there and rest up.”
“Thank you, Y/N.”
~
As soon as you set the bowl down in front of him, its like something clicks in his brain- and it’s not hunger. A disapproving frown slips across your face because you know this look on him- and you’re not having it. No, no sir. “Uh, sorry, I just realised something… I- I need to return to my research. Thank you for dinner, but- “
“No.” Shaking your head, you sit down a seat away from him and sternly offer the spoon to him. “Eat now, then finish your work. You didn’t even come for lunch today, so I know you haven’t eaten for hours- you’re not leaving this room until this whole bowl is empty, yes?”
He looks deeply offended at your blunt bossiness - you don’t know why, this isn’t a new thing, - and opens his mouth to argue, pointedly avoiding the spoon. “No. Excuse me, my work is very important and if I don’t return to it those kids could be scarred for their whole lives, Y/N.”
“I know that,” You say softly, carefully. Because he’s right, of course he is, but so are you. “And only you can do it- which means we need you to stay alive, and part of that is a healthy diet here.”
Peter’s eyes flicker to the bowl of cheese in front of him before giving you a dubious sort of look. Like, seriously? “Healthy, you say?”
With a dismissive shrug, you gesture towards him with the spoon again. “I put broccoli in it, you’re getting veggies. They’re just gonna taste like cheese, though- because I’m a master in the culinary arts, sir.” You wink. “That’s why you hired me.”
Finally he gives a sigh and an eyeroll, and takes the spoon. “Fine, but may I have a notepad and pen, so I can write down what I need to do??”
“Nope,” You shake your head, resting your arms on the bench. “You’re gonna make conversation with me. Its good for you to socialise, and I promise- I’m a sparkling conversationalist. I may not get all your mega-brain science-y stuff, but my head-nodding abilities are superb.” And, also, you are just determined to get him to settle for a while. No work talking, no work thinking, no work full stop. For an hour, at least! You would be happy with an hour- more, would be fantastic, but you’re working on realistic goal setting here.
… When Peter just groans and starts his dinner, you smile. Hurray! No argument!
Only after he’s had a few bites, you pat his arm quickly and settle yourself facing him; At attention. “So, tell me- “Spoon halfway to his face, he stops; Raising his brows at you. You flash a grin, back. “What’s your favourite colour?” At this he full-on deadpans, making you elicit a little laugh. “Come on, now, I’m not teasing you here- I don’t know it!” And it wouldn’t hurt him to think about shit that doesn’t matter, a little.
“Black.”
Oh, bullshit. “It is not- and that’s not a colour.” He rolls his eyes.
“Fine, pink.” A warm smile spreads across your face, at that, and you nod while you let him eat some more.
“Alright cool, pink.” Picking up your tea, you go to take a sip before stopping short and glancing at Peter over the mug. “Like- innards, and stuff?”
That startles him, in fact you think that if he were drinking something at that moment then he would have choked. “No, not- “Setting the arm with the spoon down on the bench, he sets you with a stern look. “Like a softer pink then that. Like… a powder pink, actually.” He shrugs, returning to his mac and cheese.
“Hm, that is a nice colour.” You think out loud.
“What’s yours?” Peter asks, and you’re pleasantly surprised by him- he’s engaging!! You’re succeeding!
“Mine? Oh I guess… (Colour you like).”
“That’s a nice one, too.”
For a couple of minutes after that you stay silent, allowing him to eat more before you get up and uncover the bowl you have filled with setting dough on the other side of the bench. It should be ready, now. There are also 4 large pans ready to go in the oven when they’re filled, and a clean space next to all that. Humming, you chuck the t-towel you had covering the dough off to another bench and smile- looks perfect!
“Oh, what’s that?” Peter speaks up, and when you look up at him you see that he’s genuinely interested, straightened up to try and deduct what it is, or what it will be, for himself. You flash a smile, showing the inside of the bowl.
“I’m making cinnamon rolls for tomorrow! Figured everyone deserved a treat- “
“You think we always deserve a ‘treat’,” He rolls his eyes once again at you, but he’s grinning now.
“Hey,” You reply, sternly even so, a firm finger up in between you both and a grin across your lips as well. “You do.”
“Ha.” He scoffs, shaking his head as he turns away from you again as you turn to the sink, yourself. Okay, his self-image is the next thing you have to work on, you decide. For now though you’ll continue to work on him resting.
After washing your hands for a good 30 seconds, an idea occurs to you. And, taking a peak over your shoulder at the contents of his bowl, and seeing that it’s just about empty- only morsels remaining, you decide to go ahead with it. “Hey- why don’t you help me, Doc?”
“Wh- what?” Clearly he was already thinking about work again, returning to the drill in his mind, but you’re not having that - it’s only been 20 minutes! - as he looks to you a little startled. “You want me to what?”
“Help me! Its not that hard- c’mon, roll up your sleeves, wash your hands, and stand here.” You point to the spot next to you by the wide bench, and stand there patiently- showing that you’ll wait.
Hesitantly, he looks slowly from his bowl to you. “Should I clean my bowl first?... “
“Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of it later.”
“Okay… “
Surprisingly he does as he’s told without complaint this time around, before joining you at the bench. Humming, you reach up and flick a shock of white hair off his forehead. “Now usually I’d insist you put on a hairnet, but I think we can make an exception this once.”
Giving another rare grin - that’s 2 in the last hour, and you’re finding that your worn-out boss is actually quite handsome when he does that. Well, he was always handsome, you’re not blind, but considering that that he doesn’t do it often, he’s got a very nice smile, - he shakes his head. “Thank god.”
The joking tone in his voice causes what feels like a blip to occur in your heartbeat, and you give a little laugh as you turn to the task at hand. “Okay, so what you’re going to do is get yourself a good clump of dough… like this… “You show him the right amount, and hand it to him before collecting yourself a clump. “Now we’re gonna roll it out into a long strip- like this!”
After demonstrating the action with the rolling pin, you hand the utensil to him and go in search of another to use yourself while he copies your actions with the dough. When you return you find yourself realising how close the two of you are standing, after all you can feel his body heat, but shake your head at yourself. “Alright, done, what next? I suppose there’s a paste we have to use?... Ah.” He nods, seeing the bowl that you also retrieved from the fridge while you were grabbing another rolling pin.
“Ta~ Da~!” You sigh, peeling away the glad wrap to reveal the cinnamon paste.
“I see. Very good.”
“Of course.” Handing Peter a brush for himself and dipping your own into the cinnamon paste, you then paint your strip with a good amount of the stuff- nice and generous, so whoever gets this roll will be quite pleased in the morning at breakfast. He does the same thing, focusing a little unnecessarily on how neat it looks, but you know- whatever makes him happy. A little tidiness is not going to hurt- so, whatever! “Just like that! Then we roll them up so they look right, and set them in the pan…. There! All done. Only… 18 more of those.” You say, gesturing to the rest of the pan with one hand on your hip after you both finish. “For this pan.” You add also, gesturing then to the others.
Peter blows air out of his cheeks and widens his eyes dramatically at the job, before reaching to get another handful of dough. “Well then we better get on with it.”
It takes you both a little over half an hour to get them all done, all the while you chatter to him about whatever comes to mind that’s not work related - other pastries he might like, your family back home, movies you’ve watched recently and recommendations for him, books he reads just for pleasure, etc, - and he really gets into it! He even laughs, and it fills you with so much happiness you beam at him.
Then when all the cinnamon rolls and pasted an rolled up and set in the oven, he asks if theirs anything else he can help with and you shake your head, brushing flour off your apron. “Nope, its bed time for you.”
“… excuse you?” He asks you slowly, and you can’t help but wonder how long it will be until he realises that you’re always right?? Goodness gracious. “I’m a grown man, I can decide when it’s time for bed for myself I think- “
“No, you can’t.” You shake your head- the idea quite amusing to you. “But that’s why you have me- now, do I have to march you there myself?”
Giving a heavy sigh, he turns and heads towards the door. “No… you do not… “
“That’s a good doctor- oh.” You tease, unable to stop yourself quite in time. He stops himself though, hearing it, and looks around to see you biting your lips to try and keep from grinning. “… Sorry…”
A flicker of a grin flits across his face then- not quite another smile, but something mischievous, something almost wicked, for sure. “You just wait until your next appointment my dear, then you’ll see what a ‘good doctor’ I can be.”
At this your jaw drops, a slight grin pulling at the corner of your mouth at the same time. “Sir!”
“Yes?”
“Are you teasing me??”
He gives a shrug, making those eyes round and innocent. “I’ve no clue what you’re referring to Y/N, I merely said that the next time you need me I’ll be sure to attend to your needs to the best of my professional ability. I would never tease… “
“Uhuh… “You shake your head fondly. “Go to bed, doc. You’re going loopy.”
“Yes, dear.”
~
The next morning Dr Andover is actually at breakfast with everyone else, rather then stopping by a little later for a pop tart or a piece of toast. Some people are surprised and some are pleased to see him there.
When you bring out breakfast with the finagled help of Bauer and Gage, you’re surprised too to see him there- and pleased. You flash him a grin, a wink and a thumbs up like good job sir, I see you there trying.
“Ooh, pink,” Sarah smiles, picking a strip of delicious cinnamon roll off of her plate and noting the powder pink coloured glaze on top to the Doctor beside her. “Wonder why Y/N coloured them? It’s not Valentine’s day, or anything.”
“Oh, uh,” Andover grins at the roll he probably made, glazed his favourite colour by Y/N- causing Sarah to just about choke. Was that a smile??? She’s happy he’s happy, but- what in the world!??? “I’m not sure. Bit of a random choice, I agree.” He says, deciding not to explain - he himself doesn’t even really know why you did this, not that he’s complaining about the lovely gesture, - as he starts his breakfast.
“Hm… “Sarah hums, left watching the doctor in dubiousness, a half-amused grin on her face. “Yeah… “
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