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hanasnx · 4 months

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

PART ONE ✩ PART TWO MINORS DNI 18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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k2ntoss · 3 months

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SI SE DA - NEIGHBOR!DICK GRAYSON

tw ⭒ minors dni, SMUT, dirty talk, dick grayson x f!reader, latina!reader, voyeour, fingering (f. receiving), spitting, spanking, oral (m. receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink, choking, size kink, etc.

a/n ⭒ dunno if i do really need to go out to dance but i've been listening to a lot of reggaeton lately so it's not my fault i used like three songs exactly to write this but mostly this playlist if you're interested to get into it. and no, there's totally nothing personally related to my experience, nuh-uh.

side note to show y/n teaching dick how to dance like this

words count ⭒ dunno anymore, i struggled too much with this one at some point i didn't do a word count

neighbor!dick grayson likes the wide windows both of your houses have because he gets to see his cute latina neighbor moving her hips to the loud music you blast everytime you do your chores, the way you dance and let your hands glide over your body in such a sexy way it's making it so hard for him to quit from looking to your place.

it's not even 10am when dick listens to the bass of your music blasting from the small speaker you keep on your kitchen, once again you're making breakfast on a lazy friday morning and it's been like that almost every weekend since the last two months since you moved to the house next to his. a hot girl with a really nice accent, pretty friendly and good with the kids from the zone.

there's been a few times when he has talked to you, dick tries to be a helpful neighbor by helping you when you come back from the super or to receive the important mail when you're not home, he'll take a quick peek but as soon as you are back he is at your door with a pretty smile.

little did you knew was that whenever you decided to put on a little show and he was doing any kind of research on his living room you would end up making him hard, dick's mind flooded with the image of you swinging your hips while riding him, his hands holding your waist to pull you down on his cock while he pulls your hair and suddenly he's ignoring work because he has to use his hands to stroke himself, imagining it's your mouth, the one he has seen moving to sing along to each song you play and he wants to fuck your throat so bad, here the issue is he thinks you can't be less interested in him but hey, guys are pretty oblivious almost always.

you've caught a glimpse of how he looks at you, the nice kitchen of your house faces his big living room so while you walk around wiggling your hips you've felt his stare on you, hungry gaze you can sometimes see when he's being the perfect neighbor as he brings back your cat when he sneaks into his house but what has you more eager to grow closer to him is the few times you've seen him pleasure himself when you go around your house only wearing a long shirt because you have to go on your tiptoes to reach things from the cabinets on your kitchen and he gets to see your bare thighs, when he's lucky enough he also gets a glimpse of your pretty ass.

first idea on your mind to get a taste of him is to throw a nice party, maybe he'll come by and you will have a good chance so as soon as you're free you're walking to his house and knocking on his door, a wide smile when dick opens and looks at you "hey, i was thinking about throwing a little party tomorrow at night so i was wondering if you wanted to come by" you say, eyes fixed on him and he swears that he wasn't thinking about it but he can't help to think about those lovely slutty doe eyes and how would they look up at him if he had you on your knees.

you can see his blue eyes turn a little darker before he shakes himself out of his thoughs and nods "yeah, sure" he says with a smirk "i'll be there and i guess i don't need you to tell me when to go, right?" you know what he means, he's right next to your house so he will notice when the party starts.

the plan was going on smooth, now you just had to get everything ready and that incluided getting your own room ready just to lock it in case you had the chance to get dicked down there.

the little outfit you picked up that evening was surely somethinf that would have more than a guy and a girl looking at you, little black top and a nice pair of jeans that hugged your curves made a good work with the stares it stole from the people that were slowly flooding your house.

two of your closest friends already drunk enough to make you have to be around them made finding dick a bit harder, gut feeling telling you he was already there. walking behind one of your girl friends you get to the kitchen when you spot him, hot as always but the way he held the glass he was sipping from made him look even better.

"thought you'd missed your own party" he said as soon as you stood closer to him, his body leaning against the kitchen counter "but it's nice to see that you didn't" the smirk on his lips made it hard not to jump on him right there but you managed a soft chuckle.

"couldn't miss the opportunity" you say while grabbing a glass to get yourself a drink before taking a long sip of it "i must say this doesn't seem to be the kind of places you usually visit" there's a hint of playfulness on your words and dick notices it.

"i can always make an exception for a pretty girl" he trails off, his voice sounds low and raspy from the burn of the alcohol and he has to lean in for you to listen to him from over the loud music "it's not always a bad idea, less if i have the chance to dance with the girl"

and something that's been buzzing into his head is the fact that right here, in front of him one of his dreams is turning real because of the way your body seems to move on it's own while you speak, hips barely shaking to the beat and your lips mouthing the lyrics in the hottest way he's ever seen.

"who could the lucky girl be?" you tease and it makes dick laugh, a low rumble that makes your legs shake a little.

he takes a step closer and the song ends just to let the next one start and you know that this is your chance too.

"you want to dance?" he asks close to your ear, his hand hovers over your waist as if asking for permission to touch you and when you nod he does. hand on your waist while he walks you out of the kitchen, his eyes unable to move away from the way your hips swing and he tries so hard not to press himself against your ass.

"i adore this song, you know?" you turn around and grab his hand, pulling him closer once there's a small place between everyone. your arms snake around his neck, your body starts moving to the rhythm of 'no me conoce' and he swears he has to think on the worst thing ever.

"didn't knew but you seem to like it a lot" he chuckles, his arm wrapped around your waist and at first it's a little awkward because he finds it hard to find a right way to match your movements but when you smile and lean to sing into his ear he finds it easier. letting himself go and taking the last sip of his drink his hands hold your hips as he pulls you closer.

this is part of what he has dreamt of and he swears he's touching heaven because the first part of the night goes like that, you drink, laugh and dance until one of your friends stumbles on your way "come on, why don't you kiss already?" and there's another girl next to her that nods with a wide grin, making you look at dick before he is the one leaning in to capture your lips in a quick kiss that makes the both girls clap and laugh before they leave.

"why don't we go sit somewhere else?" the way he asks makes a shiver run down your spine, dick's eyes are fixed on your lips for a split second before he looks back into your eyes and it's enough to make you agree.

there's space in the couch and as soon as your body touches the cushion next to his dick pulls you in a new kiss, deeper this time as his tongue pushes between your lips dragging a soft hum from you, mouth parted to let him control the kiss while your hands hold onto his forearms. it's heaven on earth because he is trying to eat your soul, the way his lips move against yours in a bruising kiss is overwhelming when he sighs into your lips but it turns you on as soon as he speaks so close to you.

"i've been waiting a lot to do this, y'know?" he sound breathless and there's a cocky grin on his face before his tongue traces your bottom lip.

"yeah? didn't knew... but you can keep doing it" you tease him and suck on his tongue playfully, your hand now caressing his neck before you pull away "mhm, i want to dance again..." and how could he deny you from it.

how could he deny himself from how good it felt to have you so close?

dick nods and stands up, helping you to do the same just to pull you to the place where everyone was dancing.

'quiero bailar' is now playing and it makes you smirk at him when ivy queen starts speaking, there's a hint of pure mischief on your eyes that starts a spark on him when you start to sing and dance pressed against him, he holds your hips when you turn around and your ass grinds on him.

there's a good amount of words he understands from every song, in fact he understands it pretty well so he plays along with you, smile wide when your surprise is evident.

"so you're the one calling the shots tonight?" he whispers into your ear, his eyes fixed on the way his hands moved on your waist and hips "am i making a good job teasing you?" and the way his voice sounds so low is hot.

"i am calling the shots, papi" your voice is almost a purr, head dropping back leaving your neck exposed and the grip he had on his control goes to hell when your ass presses a little more against him.

just by turning his head a little dick is kissing the side of your neck, the grin on his lips could make anyone go weak but feeling it against your skin is on another level.

"i think it's not really like that" he presses his lips behind your ear before pulling away and the lack of attention makes your body tingle "why don't we go sit again?" and it's not hard to agree.

back on the couch he waits no time before going to kiss your lips hungrily, your hands on his neck and chest while his find your waist and then your back, fingers sliding slowly to the edge of your jeans.

"not here, wait" as soon as you are able to pull away from his lips you stand up, pulling him to reach one of the small hallways of your house. the lights are low and the space is empty but before you can make a second check dick tugs you in, pressing you against the wall.

"better now?" he asks, hands caressing your waist and giving you a soft squeeze when you nod and pull him into a kiss. both of you are kissing as two starved animals, lips crashing and tongues fighting between sighs and low grunts that somehow manage to raise over the music.

your fingers grip his shirt when dicks hands slide under your top, fingers tracing teasingly your stomach right before he goes a little higher until his fingertips are barely brushing over your tits, making you moan into his lips and he grins when you press your body against his.

dick's touch is now moving, fingers quickly undoing the button of your jean to access your hips easily, gripping and squeezing your flesh without leaving your lips. it makes you hiss when his hands find your ass, caressing it slowly before his fingers dig into the soft skin "you like it, right? feels so soft, baby" he growls.

"i like it a lot, yes..." your sweet voice makes him feel hungrier, his left moving to your front and going under your panties stealing a gasp from your lips when his index slides between your folds.

"feels good, pretty?" he asks playfully when your legs part a little for him to touch you "so hot already for me, right?"

"do you see someone else here, handsome?" you asks teasingly, the way dick strokes you slowly with just one finger is driving you crazy, it has you rocking your hips against his hand "uh, feels good, yes"

he holds one of your legs up, making you wrap it around his hip before he adds two more fingers to his strokes, his thumb pressed against your clit while his lips travel to your jaw and neck, pressing you more onto the wall.

a soft but long moan escapes your lips as soon as he slides two fingers inside you, it brings a halt to your movements when he starts pumping with his hand as his eyes are fixed on yours "what a nice and thight pussy you have, i'm dying to bury my cock on you"

"it's mean saying it and not doing it right away" your words come out breathy, a hand pulling him in for a messy and sloppy kiss while his fingers move deep inside you making you gasp and whimper while you tug on his hair before kissing his neck, the taste of his expensive perfume making your tongue linger for a little more.

"and skip foreplay? hm, i don't think i could miss making you so needy for me, feeling you so wet" dick's lips are behind your ear, he kisses your lobe while his thumb draws his name on your clit and he laughs when you squirm on a certain letter that he traces all again before he stops.

your hands pushing him back makes dick look at you with a small smirk when one of your hands runs down his chest, undoing his belt and the first button of his jeans while you walk him until his back is touching the wall.

"you're being incredibly mean, that's hot" your words are filled with a sort of tease dick is sure he has never heard before, this was new and completely calling because it wasn't just your words, it was also the fact that you kissed your way to his pelvis until you were kneeling in front of him.

it's easy to pull down his jeans when there's no one watching and you are so eager to taste him, lips brushing against his clothed length while one of your hands is caressing him from above his boxers "you're gonna put that mouth to better use, pretty?" he asks teasingly, letting out a sigh through gritted teeth while his left hand fixes your hair behind your ear.

"you'll be surprised" it's a simple talk back but as soon as your hands pull the front of his boxers down he feels his cock getting harder if it's even possible and the way your eyes shine at the sight makes him smirk.

his breath catches on his throat when you don't really wait to wrap your lips around his tip, tongue playing with it and your eyes fixed on his. this was completely different to what he imagined plenty of times before, it was way better because your warm mouth taking almost all of his cock while you sucked him off was like being on heaven, your hands wrapped on his base to stroke what you couldn't take made him see stars.

"fuck... you look so pretty, that mouth was made for my cock, wasn't it?" he asks, his fingers gripping your hair to bring you closer and he laughs when you gag at the way he slides a little deeper on your throat "little slut made for me, gonna fuck that throat of yours, 'kay?" and the hum that escapes you it's his green light.

both of his hands hold your face for him to start thrusting into your mouth, your eyes teary and the trails of saliva that drip down your chin makes it ten times better because there's no way he's been missing this to replace your mouth with his hand.

he's too into it, his hips giving slow but deep strokes while you moan muffled against him, nose pressed against his skin when dick makes you look up at him through your tears before letting go of you and the soft 'pop' that comes from you when you release his tip draws a growl out of him.

"i don't think this is enough, baby" he speaks as soon you stand up and the way he looks around tells you he is indeed looking for a better place.

"c'mon, there might be a nice place around here" words that tell dick that this has been what you wanted since you invited him and it makes his ego boost like nothing else while you both fix your clothes.

the darl hallway leads to the stairs to the second floor and to your room, once there dick sees no use on wasting too much time so his hands find their way to your hips.

"so you've had this in mind all this time?" he asks, leaning in to lay a small trail of kisses while his hands slide under your top to caress your stomach.

your hands go to find his, taking them out of your top and turning around, pulling dick into another deep and hungry kiss that leaves him breathless and makes his heart run when you smirk against his lips.

"how could i've missed an opportunity like this?" words as sweet as honey but hot as hell because there's an intention on them that could make anyone go crazy "no when i've seen the way you look at me and i don't think you don't know i want you"

it's enough for dick to walk you over your bed while he undoes the buttons of your jeans once again, his hands working on getting you undressed before he's bending you "so you've been thinking about me? have you ever thought about how good it would be to have me inside of you?" he asks, his hands gripping your ass and squeezing it before he lets fall a playful slap against your skin.

"i've thought a lot about it... i've seen how you look at me and i swear i just want you to fuck me" your words are muffled by the music that plays loudly all across your house mixed with the sounds dick's clothes make when he is getting undressed and before you can turn to look at him he's grinding his cock between your wet folds.

"good thing i came here then, because i haven't been able to stop thinking about how much i would love to have you to scream my name while i strech your pretty cunt" he leans in, whispering into your ear before he presses a hot kiss on your shoulder.

dick is impacient, that you can tell since he didn't waited a lot more before he slid inside of you, growling in an almost animalistic way that made your body tense. his hands gripping thight on your hips as he inhaled deeply, trying so hard not to come already from how good it felt to finally having you moaning underneath him.

"look at that... you feel so good, so thight around my cock" he mutters when his hips stroke slowly into your pulsing walls, he is teasing you and seeking for you to push your hips back "you're so needy, fucking yourself with me like a bitch in heat" dick is smiling widely, you're sure he's not the kind of guy to stay quiet during sex and that only turns you on more.

his hand snakes from your hip to your neck, holding you harshly to make you bend back as his hips slap against your body, his face next to yours making sure you hear every single grunt he lets out while you moan loudly, his free hand playing with one of your nipples while he keeps thrusting.

"taking me so fucking good, you're such a nice whore" his voice is low and raspy, some of his words come out slurred but you can barely notice because he knows where to touch you to make you squirm under his weight "can't even speak, bet you would love it if i filled your greedy cunt up, right? having me to let your pussy so full of my cum"

his hand grips your throat thighter, fingers digging into your neck when he chokes you as you try to speak "f–fuck, i want it... want you to cum inside of me, yes" and your answer makes him go harder, letting go of your tits his hand trails now between your legs, fingers circling fast on your clit just to make you whine.

"oh, such a greedy, nasty girl" he speaks, his thumb pressing on the sensitive nub between your legs "begging to be nothing but a cumwhore, is that what you want? being used until you pass out" his teeth sunk into your neck before he lets go, dick's hand still holding your neck.

there's no way you can keep up with his talk, words dying on your throat because he tilts his hips to hit every spot that makes you scream to drive you insane and you realize this was a lot more of what you thought it would be but the way dick was fucking you had you seeing the stars and feeling the flames of hell licking your skin with every deep thrust he gave.

he towered over you, his hips moving in a way that made the tip of his cock hammer against your cervix making your mouth fall open, breathlessly moaning just for him to take advantage of it by spitting into your mouth.

"you're so wasted, so damn pathetic... already brain dead, bunny" there's a hint of cruelty on his voice that doesn't match the sloppy kisses he's leaving on your shoulders "squeezing so good, are you gonna cum already? bet you'll make a fucking mess around my cock"

he laughs when you nod, desperate as your walls clench painfully around him when your climax reaches you in a loud moan, so hard your vision goes blurry from it and he grunts at the feeling.

"so fucking weak... look at this mess, baby, gonna fill up that nasty cunt" dick growls on your ear, his hips moving at a messier pace only making the lewd noises louder until you feel him spilling inside of you.

his body crushing on top of yours when he finishes releasing his thick load inside of you, leaving your body shaking from the intensity of it all and there's not so much words left to say so dick is just kissing the back of your neck, his hands caressing your waist in a soothing manner.

the party was still going on in the first floor of your house but it didn't troubled you anymore right there with dick burried deep inside of you, making sure you didn't wasted a single drop of his cum.

#mara's thoughts #dick grayson x latina!reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x fem!reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson #nightwing #dc comics

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mysadcorner · 9 months

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May I please request headcanons for Bruce, Dick, and Damian overhearing their female S/O singing one of her favorite songs and showing great talent?

Batfam x Singing!Reader Headcanons

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Bruce Wayne

• When Bruce first catches you singing he tries to act normal about it, and not give much of a reaction so that you don’t get startled or embarrassed if your shy about people hearing you. He wants to enjoy hearing you so subtle encouragement is the route he’ll take to keep you singing.

• If you’re unaware that he can hear you or that he’s standing nearby, he’ll stay quiet and just listen, trying not to interrupt you or the things you were doing at the time. Once you did realise he was there, he would simply tell you to keep going and to not be bothered by his presence. After all, if you’re so close it should be normal to be comfortable around each other.

• Bruce enjoys your singing mainly as it signifies that you’re at peace at the time, and notices that you don’t sing as much after stressful situations. Bruce does enjoy hearing you sing though and will immediately miss hearing it at home when times have been rough or you’ve had to leave for a little while for work or personal reasons.

• He’ll ask you to do it more often, usually when the two of you are doing something quiet together, like “attempting” to cook together or simply spending time around one another without anyone else in the family around to bother you. He understands if you don’t want to do it all the time around him, but he’d prefer if you did since he likes to listen to you so much.

• Bruce gets himself into a routine of hearing you sing when you’re by yourself when he comes back home to the manor at the end of the day, just a few hours before he goes on patrol. If he can’t hear you once this routine has been established then he’ll be immediately worried and jump to conclusions that something may be wrong even if nothing is, you may just be preoccupied with something thats distracted you and will only settle once he’s seen you or heard your voice again.

Dick Grayson

• When Dick firsts hears you sing he’ll be quiet about it only for a little while and will enjoy hearing you before confronting you about it with a direct compliment. He’ll probably ask why he hasn’t heard you sing before and may even turn the situation into a bit of a joking matter just to have you relax about it and not feel stressed about you accidentally being heard.

• Luckily, if Dick does catch you singing while unaware of his presence it won’t stay this way for long, as he’ll openly be around you while you song once you’ve gotten used to him hearing you. This often comes with him smiling and joining in if he’s in a good mood and not too tired from Gotham’s problems.

• Dick really enjoys your singing and will often join in as he loves to sing too, and often the two of you have very similar music tastes when it comes to music that is good for singing along to. He’ll openly express how good you are, but will of course keep this private if you ask him to as he doesn’t want to put you out of your comfort zone when other people are around.

• He would think that encouraging you to sing would be a possible good boost towards your confidence and self image, even if these things were already pretty good. Everyone should receive encouragement, and Dick is always one to push you towards the things you like to do no matter how small it may be.

• Dick ends up getting used to hearing your singing when he’s around the house as he’s so used to you being relaxed enough to sing. He loves hearing it every time and tries not to bother you too much, and it usually helps him settle down after a long day too.

Damian Wayne

• Damian doesn’t think much about your singing as he knows that everyone has their own habits, especially when he’s had to live around the batfam for so long. But after a while it grows on him and he’s glad to hear it whenever you start singing to yourself.

• If he catches you unaware of his presence then he’ll slowly make himself known and give you a simple compliment about your singing. He doesn’t want to startle you but also wants you to know that your singing doesn’t bother him in the slightest.

• The more you sing the more he enjoys it, and eventually it becomes the norm for him to hear it. He’s very straightforward about his views and will immediately let you know how much he likes your singing even though he knows you aren’t actively looking for compliments.

• He will ask you to do it more often when times have been rough and he wants a sense of normality around his home again. And he genuinely enjoys hearing it, so it’ll be a pleasure for him to hear it more often when the two of you are in private.

• If the two of you have supposedly had a good day and he doesn’t hear you singing then he will assume that something may be wrong, even if that’s not the case. Afterwards, he’ll ask you directly as to why you may not be singing as you usually are which leads you to realise that he’s associated your singing with your general happiness.

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gffa · 5 months

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for the character ask game! dick grayson: 5, 16, 25

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them? Lmao please don't ask me this question, because I have zero musical taste--and I don't mean I have bad musical taste, I mean I have no taste whatsoever, I barely listen to music, and I have no funny suggestions! (Mostly because I don't care for most of the ~jokes~ about his physical body.) 16. What's your least favorite ship for this character? Fandom has made it extremely hard to like a lot of other Dick ships because literally half the fandom can't stop tearing down Dick/Babs to build up their ship, which means there's nothing there for me to like, all it does is make me think there's not much there, if the only content to come up with is ranting about another ship. Nobody's obligated to like Dick/Babs, nobody's even obligated to not rant about it, I know where my scroll button is, but also all it does is push me further away from the ship that was supposedly being sold in that post, because it seems like an unfun place to be. But my actual least favorite ship for Dick is probably Bruce/Dick because it's so close to what I want out of that relationship, except also a thousand miles away from it! Honestly, one of my oldest friends is a Bruce/Dick shipper and the overlap we have of views on the characters is probably like 85%, we just diverge on how that plays out and we both feel extremely strongly about how we dislike the other path, but that we respect the other person being on it. We both are really into the fucked up entanglement of the characters, the mirroring aspect they have of each other, the belief that the other is the pure version of who they're meant to be, the frustration of how much they love the other while also being mad at them for the distance between them, the co-dependent disaster relationship, etc. All of that is the same for both of us, we just diverge on the context for it. Which is fine in our friendship, we meet in the middle, but there have been times when I feel like the ship would be so delicious for me, because it would tunnel vision in on those aspects I like, but the thought of them so much as even smooching makes me look like I bit into a lemon. How dare fandom almost give me what I want and then take it away from me!!!! Like, I don't actually care that it exists as a ship, fiction is not in a 1:1 relationship with reality and I think a lot of us get blinded by how modern comics go hard on the father & son aspect, which I am into and think is fair to evolve them into, but that wasn't always true and it's not like Bruce/Dick came out of nowhere. It just denies me personally what I want and therefore it it is The Worst For Me Personally And Thus Jail For DC Fandom For One Thousand Years!!!! 25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now? Dick Grayson is my longest running Blorbo, like that guy invented Blorboism for me, before I ever had such a name for the concept. Dick Grayson has been my One True Character for 20+ years, nobody has ever unseated him, not Anakin, not Obi-Wan, not Thor, not Usagi, not Duo, not Tezuka, NONE OF THEM that I've lost my mind about. Dick Grayson came on the scene for me when I first watched B:TAS and hit my tiny little baby brain with his daddy issues on display and excellent Nightwing design in later episodes and the push-and-pull relationship with Babs and my fannish life has never been the same since. "That it. That's him. That's the one. That's the character I'm going to obsess over for the rest of my life." I must have said when I first saw him and I HAVE NOT BEEN PROVEN WRONG YET.

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam #dick grayson #character ask game

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pixelgirlsworld · 2 years

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Party For Heroes (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader, fluff, slightly suggestive, connects to Quicker Than That, Drabble, WC: ~800

A party where all of Gotham’s heroes in costume has got your boyfriend’s head spinning.

“You know, this really isn’t my thing.” Dick said, adjusting the neckline of his suit.

The heroes of Gotham decided to get together in costume for a Halloween party, Gar thought it would be a great idea for everyone to be in their suits and have fun for an evening.

“What, people?” You laughed, adjusting your cowl on your head, your hair making it difficult to adjust.

“Shut up loser, I meant parties.” Dick said, pulling you close to adjust your cowl for you.

“It’s just for a few hours, and then maybe we can have some Halloween fun at my place?” You teased, giving him a quick kiss.

“Well, when you put it like that…” He trailed off, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the venue.

The doors were opened and you saw an entire crowd of masked faces, the lights were low, and the music was loud. Drinks were being passed around by waiters, the party lights were bright on your faces, and Dick could not wait to leave.

“Well if it isn’t Daywing and Claws.” A voice sing-songed.

You turned to see Harley, more paint on her face than usual, her hair messily tied up into two pigtails. She had clearly been drinking way too much already.

“Harley.” Dick said, turning to her and crossing his arms.

“Harley!” You beamed, squeezing the blonde tightly.

“Oh, Claws, I knew you loved me! Come, meet some of my friends! Or, they’ll be my friends once they know I’m friends with you.” Harley slurred, tugging on your arm to drag you through the crowd.

Dick was about to reach for you to pull you back, but it had already been too late, Harley was pulling you through the room. You looked back at Dick to reach your hand out to him and mouth a small ‘love-you’ to which he returned. He sighed, walking around to the far end of the room where he found Jason and Tim. Tim was on his laptop, typing away, his face so close to the screen he might as well have kissed it. Jason was holding a drink, his back to the wall as he observed the crowd.

“Surprised you’re not messing around, Jay.” Dick said.

“And get caught up with a hero? No way, what if the sex is bad? That’ll ruin this for me forever.” Jason said, downing the rest of his drink.

“Dick, much?” The older brother responded.

“Ha. Ha. Ironic.” Jason rolled his eyes.

Dick reaches for his own drink, scanning the room and leaning against the wall with Jason. His escrima sticks across his back make it hard for him to lean comfortably. He pauses when he sees you, across the room, dancing with Harley. You downed your drink and hollered, jumping around the blonde as you danced. It shouldn’t have surprised him that you enjoyed yourself so much at parties, he just didn’t expect you to be so lively.

And God, did you look hot. He always saw you in your suit but its effect on him never weakened. He watched you dance, grabbing another drink once in a while. You were getting sweaty while dancing and unzipped your suit a bit, as well as undoing the buckle on your cowl. That was all it took for Dick to walk over to you, eager, wanting, and very turned on. He pulls on your wrist, making you look at him in concern.

“Nightwing, what’s wrong?” You asked, passing your drink off to Harley.

“We’ve gotta go, like, now.” He said in your ear, arousal dripping off his tongue.

You gulped, and turned to tell Harley you were leaving because of an emergency. She winked at you, getting the hint.

“Oookay cutie! Whateva ya say claws, don’t be pulling nothing fancy Wing Boy!” She yelled, pointing to Dick with a wave of her finger.

Dick was quick to pull you out of the venue, the two of you making it to your apartment in no time. His lips were on yours in no time, tasting the alcohol that lingered.

“Mph, babe, jeez what’s got you so turned on?” You asked, tilting your head back as he planted kisses onto the exposed skin of your neck.

“My girlfriend is insanely hot, and the alcohol wasn’t helping.” He unzipped your suit completely.

“So was it the suit, the alcohol, me getting sweaty, me dancing, or-“

“All of the above, now stop talking.” He rushed, pulling you to his chest and tugging the skintight material off your shoulders.

Boy were you in for a long night.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson x female!reader #nightwing #Nightwing x reader

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batmanrry · 2 years

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Little Bird

Dick Grayson x Fem!reader

A/N: I hate this piece a lot, but I haven’t had a lot of motivation lately.

Warnings: 18+, smut.

The cold air of Bludhaven made her shiver as it seeped into her room through the cracked window.

It was 3:00 AM and here she was waiting for her beloved to finally come through the that cracked window and into her arms as he finished his duties.

The average person would probably be sound asleep right now, but not Y/N. She is perched on the couch watching The Last Kingdom as she finishes up folding her laundry. While she’s in the kitchen finishing up putting away her dishes she yelps at the pair of arms that wrap around her waist, pulling her into a warm body. She relaxes quickly when she looks up to see him, mask on, smiling above her.

“Hi Dickie.” She turns to face him, a bright smile gracing her face. She wiped off some dry blood he had on his face and gently took his mask off to see that Adonis like face of his.

“Hi baby.” He gently said, his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and out of her face. He leaned down and kissed her lips gently as his hands fell to the curve of her waist squeezing softly.

He went to pull away but she only pulled him into her again. A sudden feeling in between her legs. “I want you.” She mumbled against his lips.

“You have me.” Was all it took for to say before in a blink of an eye, she was on her knees pulling down the pants of his suit while he took off the top part. Now he was just in the black briefs he loved so much.

She teasingly hooked her fingers into the waistband, licking the bulge through his underwear.

“Come on baby, don’t tease.” He pleaded to her, needing the feeling of her warm mouth on him. She gave him some leisure and pulled the black material down and off of his muscular thighs. She licked her lips at the sight of his pre-cum leaking dick hard and ready, calling for her.

She leaned forward and licked up the shaft. Dick’s hand instantly went to her hair. His head was thrown back at the feel of her tongue.

She went to his balls, giving both attention before going back and wrapping her lips around his tip, sinking down until it hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck sweetheart, right there.” He breathlessly said, fisting her hair in his big hands as she continued to work him. She bobbed her head, slick sounds and moans filling up the room.

“I’m close, baby, so close.” He said, his face contorting at the pleasure he was feeling. He bucked his hips forward, hitting her throat once again as he continued to face fuck her. Her gags like music to his ears.

“Oh fuck, Y/N!” He moaned as he came undone. His thrusts stopped abruptly, warm strings of cum spilling onto her tongue and some on the side of her mouth. She swallowed all of it, swiping the bit off the corners of her mouth and licking them off her fingers.

She stood up and kissed him greedily, the taste of his cum on her tongue. He roughly tugged on her shirt, which was really his, off her body and roughly yanked her shorts and panties down, leaving her bare before his eyes, his greedy eyes wandered over her naked frame. He was no better than any man, but she was his, and he was hers.

“Your turn little bird.”

#dick grayson #dick grayson smut #brenton thwaites #dick grayson x reader #smut #dc

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howdoesagrapewrites · 9 months

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𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣

Cw: Nightwing x vigilante!lesbian!reader

Notes: inspired by me wanting to chat with an AI of Dick Grayson and him shamelessly flirting until I had to come out to him. Also this is based off of me, like almost everything I write

>Let's say you meet as vigilante and just for comedic effect, he tries to hit on you, nothing too serious

>And he's just met with you being uncomfortable?? Like he honestly feels bad after that, he just found you cool and wanted to express his interest, it's not like he's even interested in pursuing an actual relationship with you, just friendly flirting

>He feels like a creep after that, top ten most humiliating experiences in his life, and his life has been eventful*

>It's not like he's been living inside of a cage, he's bisexual, he knows there's more than one way to go, but he sort of wants to silence his gut because he doesn't want to be the douchebag that believes every woman who doesn't want him is a lesbian

>"She doesn't seem to be into men... Oh my god, did you just assume she was a lesbian because she didn't flirt bag? What level of scumbag you have to be to-"

>But anyways, it makes him feel so embarrassed and tries to not address it because it would only get more awkward

>But you're not talking to him much and he believes you may have started this relationship with the wrong foot, and tries to fix it next time he sees you

>"Hey... So, when we met we started off the wrong way and I just want to say I never wanted to make you uncomfortable"

>"Don't worry about it, I don't care"

>"Oh, you weren't talking to me so I figured there could be an issue there"

>"Don't worry, I'm just not great talking to people in the first meeting, you should be used to it, with Batman and all"

>Your personality appears very serious but you're not at all stuck-up or severe, he likes when he makes you laugh because it seems so out of character for you

>His doubts are finally cleared out when someone else tries to flirt with you as well, gets the same annoyed frown Dick got from you

>"Sorry, didn't realize you were a lesbian"

>Then Dick comes out of fucking nowhere to give a speech about how the guy's not entitled to your reciprocity and he's got to work on his ego if he thinks you're a lesbian just for rejecting him

>"He's right!" You exclaim enthusiastically at your friend standing up for you "I am a lesbian though, but you're right about everything"

>"You didn't tell me"

>"It didn't come up" you shrugged your shoulders

>has a love-hate relationship with doing duo missions with you, since you tend to trust your own criteria a little too much and get in dangerous or reckless situations

>But you get the job done most times, and he likes hanging out with you out of the costume the most

>He's the type of friend that asks "want to hang out tomorrow?" And then barges into your house to do parallel play with the occasional "hey, check this meme/cute pic I found on Instagram"

>Will force you to engage in the latest piece of media that caught his attention

>He loves musical theater and sappy movies so if you don't like it, good luck

>He sings along to every Disney song, loudly

>Loves to cook, hates to wash dishes

>It'd be really funny if you two had the same taste in women

>"Hey, so... You and Zatanna are a thing?"

>"We were a thing but we're over, we still get along very well and- why are you asking this?"

>"And is she dating anyone else at the moment?"

>"Y/N why are you asking this?"

>"Is that information you have? Can you tell me if she's seeing anyone?"

>"Y/N, are you seriously trying to bag my ex right now??"

>"It's not my fault you dated half of the USA population"

#nightwing x reader #dc x reader #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x platonic reader

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vampzyke · 10 months

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OH EM GEE ... my music taste 🎧 🎶 headcanons for the batfam !!!! (only the ones i care for) VERY SELF INDULGENT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

dick grayson

okay so i think dick kinda listens to like, everything? but definitely always comes back to early 2000s pop :> &&& his fave artist is justin timberlake im sorry guys it just makes so much sense. PLEASE. and his fave song is summer love by jt, I'm right ok. DEFINITELY LOVED XTINA, BRITNEY, AVRIL LAVIGNE and MARIAH CAREY.

jason todd

okay. i honestly dunno what other people's hcs are BUT THIS MAN IS VERY MUCH INTO 90S GIRL GROUPS AND 2010 HIPHOP, basically whatever was trending back then. also he just loves women's voices like how can u Not. fave ggs are 702, SWV and Jade. he loves his trios for suure. for the hiphop stuff, i wanna say he rlly likes ludacris RANDOM I KNOW. but whenever i listen to sex room by ludacris i can't NOT think of Jason..

barbara gordon

minnie riperton. That's all i have to say. babs loves her sum 70s r&b/soul. And also somehow loves deftones. just makes sens okay.

cassandra cain

okay so im kinda thinking indie shit but also heavy metal???? Like off the top of my hand i can confidently say she listens to BFMV because i have been listening to your betrayal non stop recently. ALSO she loves black sheep from the scott pilgrim movie.

duke thomas

i heard someone say UK drill and now i want to DIE. no he listens to childish gambino and j cole and kendrick lamar. It's Canon just cuz

stephanie brown

anything that's trendy omg but also loves ice spice I'm calling it RN. steph loves female rappers from ANY time like lil kim, queen latifah, nicki minaj, missy elliot, city girls U NAME IT. and oddly enough is obsessed with zayn malik.

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paragonrobits · 10 months

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Movie Review - Holy Musical B@man!

I am a simple person, with simple tastes (albeit ones that periodically have me wistfully imagining people incredulously asking me if my brain is broken or if my entire life to date has been an incredibly elaborate bit I am doing), and my tastes in movies are fairly straightforward. Oh, yes there are certainly layers to it; on the proper occasion, perhaps one day my reviews will give me room to ramble on about my undying fixation on ‘robots and nonhumans as personhood’ plot elements, or extensive use of practical effects, and my love of bathos (or, as I always assumed it to be, the dramatic changing of register for comic effect, but apparently that’s a different thing), and it is this last point that I keep thinking about with Holy Musical; namely, ITS REALLY GOSHDARN FUNNY.

I’m not a very emotionally demonstrative person. It’s not that I am consciously detached or try to limit my expressions, but I am NATURALLY not a very emotive person; it’s just not natural or easy for me to express myself with the same extremes as other people do. Sometimes this is a problem; around my family I find myself having to constantly overact because they get upset and take it personally when my normal reactions are subdued. When I find something funny, I usually only have a small response; a small laugh, a little giggle, something like that. And when something gets a big belly-busting ‘oh god someone send help I can’t stop’ laugh, that’s either me making a TRULY HORRIBLE pun so awful I can’t even say it before busting up laughing, or I really was having the time of my life enjoying something.

This movie is the latter; whatever else it has going on, it got me a TON of laughs, over and over, and for that, I really have to appreciate it. Whatever else it has going on, it is genuinely and consistently funny.

On a broad strokes basis, this movie strikes me as being something of a reconstructive parody; specifically of the darker and edgier Batman, with both the first two Nolan Batman movies and Frank Millar’s well known (infamous, in my book, as I REALLY don’t much care for it) The Dark Knight Returns. Early stage Batman of this musical is definitely a comedic depiction of Batman at his most, to quote Overly Sarcastic Production’s take on the matter, ‘Punisher in a silly hat’. I normally DON’T like this take on Batman at all; I can’t stand people who go online and sincerely say that Batman is a billionaire that beats up poor people or reduce a nearly 100 year old running character to some pithy remarks so they can feel like a smart aleck for a few minutes. Yet somehow, this play makes it work for me; it’s probably because its just SO over the top and coming from a place of love that I really don’t mind, say, Batman depicted as an overzealous hunter of criminals that’s willing to pop out PLANE-MOUNTED GUNS on a guy who technically stole from his own till by forgetting to put in some money before he left.

Following a brief falling out with Alfred (who is essentially all of Batman’s friends in disguise, including Lucius Fox, a joke that had me wincing in discomfort the moment it popped up and feeling profoundly relieved when it just moved on, only to be repeated a few more times; frankly, I feel that if this has come out a few years earlier, we would be seeing outright stereotype racism jokes; the corners of the Internet this would have been popular around at the time went nuts for that and I hate that), Batman ultimately turns a new leaf when he meets Dick Grayson, in this portrayal played off more as a brotherly character rather than the more familiar depiction of them as a father and son duo. There is a LOT of Burt Ward’s performance as Robin from the Adam West Batman series, and this brings me to the fundamental point.

I feel that this musical is all about Batman starting out as a dark and edgy jerk-face with an overly zealous approach to crime and playing all the worst borderline fascistic interpretations of the character to comic excess, to gradually mellowing out as he befriends Robin and becoming a much more genuine and humane character, and with the campy tone, by the end of his character arc he resembles nothing less than Adam West’s famous depiction of Batman, played straight and with love, and I HAVE to appreciate that; it's sort of a love letter to camp and not being ashamed of its roots, as a lot of the ‘comics can be SUPER SERIOUS and we don’t have to be gross and campy’ attitude tends to go.

Batman’s villains are similarly extremely campy and they’re an absolute BLAST; virtually every line from them is packed to the brim with thematic puns and in particular I really like this musical’s take on Penguin; less a mob boss guy, and more of a heavily bird-themed crime villain who can’t go more than a few words without working in bird puns, and I LOVE IT. Everyone is like this, from Poison Ivy to Catwoman (And this alone is probably an indicator of this musical’s lean towards the likes of the West Batman show, as Catwoman hasn’t been considered a rogue in QUITE a while and her portrayal here is a dead ringer for that era). Of note, Joker off-handedly dies off screen early on. I say GOOD RIDDANCE. His role is instead filled by Sweet Tooth, an absolutely delightful villain chock full of furiously quick candy puns, genuine menace and a ton of fun pretty much every moment he’s on screen.

He’s very clearly a Joker stand-in, but without the kind of baggage that Joker himself usually brings on board. Its with him that we have a scene taken directly from the iconic ‘choose who dies’ bit from The Dark Knight, but instead voting on whether Robin lives or dies; I was struck at them in the death of Jason Todd, which never fails to impact me. (Perhaps not as much as harshly as Jason Todd outright referencing it in Injustice 2, but this is pretty close.) He adds in a Harley Quinn analogue, who carries both the blatant abusive dynamic and being a legitimate threat in her own right despite her silly demeanor. Interestingly enough, despite my assumptions that he was an original creation of this project, he actually IS a pre existing character, but a very minor one; he apparently has only had a couple of appearances prior to this and was considered forgettable even by the standards of one off gimmick villains. I consider this the equivalent of someone bringing back the Penny Plunderer as a genuine villain without losing a bit of campiness.

I mentioned before that I feel this musical covers elements of the Nolan movies and Millar’s work. From the latter, we have other superheroes periodically making appearances throughout, and here’s where we get SUPERMAN. Now, I’m honestly pretty defensive about works, especially parodies, getting Superman right in any capacity; I get REALLY touchy about it, and honestly, I think this movie does better to give Superman an antagonistic role than The Dark Knight Returns did, even with a similar scene (albeit with Obama rather than Reagan); instead of being a government stooge, this take on Superman is deeply insecure and resentful of Batman’s popularity despite his own vastly greater power and success, which also feels like something of a meta commentary on Batman often being perceived as a better character than Superman. (PErsonally I feel a guy in his 30s who has mastery of ALL the skills and martial arts disciplines, despite individual ones taking a LIFETIME to learn, is even more inherently absurd than a superpowered alien that happens to look exactly like a human, but that’s a whole different rant.) We see a bunch of other heroes throughout, most especially Green Lantern who has a running gag of being late for a Thing with Solomon Grundy (I don’t know if Grundy was picked for specifically starting out as a Golden Age Green Lantern villain, but I’d like to think so), and is portrayed as a shlubby Brooklynite, which is honestly a take that feels… right. Not sure why, but it does!

Ultimately, it comes down to Batman outright just asking Superman for help, because he’s the only one that can do things on that scale; essentially having him drop his ego and pride to sincerely ask for help, which feels like a really nice way to directly address the rivalry that is applied to them in a lot of comedic works and come to terms between them, and Superman doing the famous Reeves Time Warp spin (which was alluded to earlier in the movie) to undo catastrophe.

This in particular cemented a feeling that the movie is essentially about Batman developing from a parody of his darkest and most edgy characterizations set off by people imitating the vibes of the Dark Knight Returns and the Nolan movies, through a storyline that incorporates aspects of both into its plot, and at the end, through his friendship with Robin (a character notably absent from the Nolan movies save for Rise, and honestly I don’t feel that counts), and embracing the most fun and campy aspects through Robin, THE old school campy character, developing into something akin to Adam West’s Batman.

That said, Batman himself is a bit of a hard sell here. He’s a fun character, no question, especially as the movie progresses. But while he IS fun, he generally does work better as a straight man and it’s hard to say he handles that super well, at least to me. I do think Batman being just as quirky and weird as his cast is appropriate, but he’s mostly interesting not on his own but how people react to him. A lot of his best bits here are when he’s part of a larger scene, or people are reacting to him; his manchild mannerisms and demented behavior get a lot funnier then. They’re never bad, but they’re not really GREAT per se.

But all the same, it IS a genuinely fun experience that had me busting out laughing like a self-satisfied hyena, and you know what, I love it just for that alone. A great watch, all around!

Some other things of note:

- I really liked how no one seems to know what a robin is. “What is that, some kind of lizard?” And Robin’s parents being assassinated by one is honestly so bizarre but I can see that being a thing in the DC universe.

- Pour one out for poor old Killer Croc, who died as he lived; poisoning the water supply in the tradition of camp villains of old!

- People just… knowing that Superman is Clark Kent is honestly kind of a gas. Yes, there ARE reasons why he maintains his secret identity, but it's fun for the people involved to play it as a non-issue.

- Not a gag but Plastic Man looks fantastic in his brief appearance.

- Also not a gag but I read Garth Ennis’ Batman Reptilian not too long ago, and I’m struck by how both these works seem to poke at the idea of a much more brutal and callous Batman. Not much of a similarity, true, but it is striking how they go in opposite directions; this one opts for escape into the blessed realms of camp, while the other… well, it’s a Garth Ennis work, its exactly what you’d expect from the person who made the Punisher (and a completely non-ironic take) a signature character. If you HAVE to have Batman being the sort of person who takes glee in plane weaponry, I’d rather it be played for comedy.

- There’s a LOT of similarities between this and the much later Lego Batman. Apparently the people who made this even commented on that!

- Okay, okay, Robin determining his hero identity in a parallel of Batman’s is hysterical. SEARCH YOUR HEART. IT IS TRUE.

#johnny watches #reviews #movie reviews

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toulousewayne · 2 years

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Batfamily Music Taste or favorite genre 🎶

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Bruce Wayne:

I like the take of The Batman with Bruce being a loner and staying in the cave and only leaving to patrol. I feel like for my pick that’s still canon but I feel like over the years he’s not as much as a hermit and he’s created the dual personality as Bruce, and Batman. So I think he can evolve his tastes somewhat but I think the kids get a kick out of Old Man Bruce being a Nirvana fanboy 😭.

🖤

songs:

The Man who Sold the World - Nirvana

Suspicious Minds - Elvis Presley

Another One Bits the Dust- Queen

Dick Grayson:

When I think of Dick I think of the 80’s. The wild colors, the crazy hair, hell even the style of clothing I could see him take into his own personal wardrobe. I could see him singing these songs all around his apartment, in the car on long trips and even to just mess with his siblings. He feels a sense of peace and just being a big kid listening to some songs and others he feels that he can relate to some of these songs. I feel like soon one of them will sing along with him.

songs:

Karma Chameleon - Culture Club

Careless Whisper - George Michael

Kids in America - Kim Wilde

💙

Jason Todd:

I feel like Jason could go multiple ways. One hand I definitely think out of all the kids he would listen to rock music or something along those lines. But I feel like that’s not his favorite, and with him being into literature I see him enjoy classical music too. I think Jason may be misunderstood most of the time and he’s just seen to be this or that but I think he just like what appeals to him at the current time which could be any genre but he has a few songs or works of music he feels nostalgic about especially from his Robin days that he likes a lot.

songs:

Rihannon - Fleetwood Mac

Sonata No. 42 in D Minor- Mozart

2012 - Evolove

❤️

Tim Drake:

When I think of Tim I think of the early 2000’s a lot. Believe it or not Timothy coffee addict Drake was once a skater boi and I of course believe deep down he was obsessed with the Avril Lavigne song. I do think Tim most of the time is in the clouds or really just not mentally presented and not in a bad way. It’s hard to explain because I do it too, and I thinks it’s not to take your thoughts and be free to your favorite songs and I think music can help Timmy decompress a lot especially with the crazy family he loves and deals with daily.

Songs:

Jealous - Eyesdress

Bring Me Back to Life - Evanescence

Freaks - Surf Curse

🧡

Damian Wayne:

Damian is an artist to me and as such I think he’s would prefer to be alone in his room painting or in the gardens sketching away with Alfred the cat next to him. I think deep down Damian has a lot of sadness and hurt inside of him that he doesn’t know how to express. From his mother treating him as a instrument of distraction, his father not having an idea of him being born. And that’s not his fault truly he still feels like he was cheated out of a father and son relationship when he was little. I also think Damian is angry, but not in the typical Damian way. Damian is the baby and will always be compared to his older siblings and why I think he tries or berates them so much is to draws attention away from that insecurity he has. But he has no need because even though the young teen has his demons now he will always find someone a door next to him that can give him advice. That’s if he wants to swallow his pride and ask for the advice.

Songs:

The Scientist- Coldplay

W.D.Y.W.F.M? - The Neighborhood

Mt. Washington - Local Natives

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Stephanie Brown:

The Waffle Warrior, I feel like she’s a Pop kinda girl. More of a 90’s diva kinda girl. I feel like Steph is just more of a brighter being in the family, she likes to pull prank with Jason, she’s constantly working Damian’s nerves but also I feel like deep down the kid respects her as a sister figure even though Bruce hasn’t formally adopted her. Yet! And her friendship with the other Batgirls I love you see it and feel like Steph is the type of girl you meet once and you already feel comfortable around her to spill your troubles to and she’ll listen and give you good advice on your problems. But best of all she has a new place in my heart because I feel like she’s can be look as the underdog,but she’s been a Robin and Batgirl so put some respect to her name please. 😌

Vision of Love - Mariah Carey

What A Girl Wants - Christina Aguilera

Hot Like Fire - Aaliyah, Timberland

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Cassandra Cain:

Cass gives me sporty big sis vibes so I wouldn’t be surprised to find fast pace,or more songs about being on the go. I feel like is like the trendsetter in the family and it’s funny when everyone tries to copy her and it doesn’t have the same feel as her, she naturally does her thing and it works for her. Cass loves her siblings and they know when Cass isn’t messing around. She’s baddie and isn’t afraid to let you know that, Cass often isn’t home or she’s off in the manor practicing ballet or training but she’s doing it in style.

Hot in It- Tiësto, Charli XCX

My Prerogative - Britney Spears

Hot Girl - Megan Thee Stallion

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#batfam #dc comics #batman #batfamily #tim drake #jason todd #damian wayne #dick grayson #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #music

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falconlord5 · 1 year

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Hard As Nails

And now, onto season three of Static Shock

I don't like this new theme song. Looks like there's been some art evolution, too

Ah, Gotham. Good to be back

From his arbitrarily large bank account, Harvey

Written by Paul Dini

The Gotham Knights art style clashes heavily with the Static Shock style

Wolverine would be proud

You're a lousy shot, Static. Also, what's with the black shirt?

That's what you get for not paying attention, Ritchie

You know, my mom used to give me grief whenever I'd say I was fine when I clearly wasn't. Ally clearly has the same problem

Ah, early 2000's depictions of the 'net

Yeah, 'cause that isn't suspicious as hell

Static telling it like it is.

I like this tune they're playing

We couldn't confuse you with anybody else, Mr. Conroy

Yeah, why, Bats? It's Virgil's case, not yours. You could easily let Static take her home. Before you get ambushed by the villains, dumbass

Harley, who in Godzilla's good name let you have a blimp?

Batman strong!

I'm sure Ivy and Harley have an eclectic and diverse taste in music, but I don't think rap is part of that

Ally, don't trust the psychotic villains

Harley, you are the definition of back alley psychologist

In some continuities, Alfred is an even bigger badass than Batman

If Batman is so secretive, why does everybody and their dog know about the batcave?

This would be the perfect link to the Teen Titans show... except the Robin in that show is Dick Grayson, not Timmy Todd!

Virgil is absolutely right. Ally is not yet a hardened criminal; this is the time to use things like therapy and outreach and whatever other non-violent methods you can think of

Bats is giving Static the only reasonable compromise here. As much as the goal is and should be to get Ally home and away from a life of crime, the safety of non-criminals comes first.

Bats, you're kind of a dick.

Harley, you are way too excited

I remember the last time you came up against lightning, Harl. It didn't work out for you then, either.

In what universe is lightning powerless against wood?

I love it when Bruce solves problems other than by punching them

Static created by Dwayne McDuffie, Derek T. Dingle, Denys Cowan and Michael Davis

Batman created by Bill Finger

Animated by Dong Woo

#live blogging #dcau #dc animated universe #static shock #hard as nails

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batboysandgirls · 1 year

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I posted 824 times in 2022

17 posts created (2%)

807 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mooitstimdrake

@audreycritter

@meara-eldestofthemall

@dickgrayscns

@oh-mother-of-darkness

I tagged 824 of my posts in 2022

#bruce wayne - 214 posts

#dick grayson - 193 posts

#robin - 191 posts

#tim drake - 182 posts

#batman - 152 posts

#jason todd - 149 posts

#fave - 144 posts

#damian wayne - 99 posts

#batfamily - 77 posts

#nightwing - 77 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#him making him analyze their weaknesses isn’t totally crazy but more like in a later scene he asks him but emphasizes his birthday still

My Top Posts in 2022:

I have Jason Todd and Barbara Gordon fic recs!

Dearly Beloved by aanchored is SO GOOD! It takes place during Bruce and Talia’s wedding with Jason and Barbara coming back home and meeting up with each other again.

Lucky Seven by thissinfulship will give you all the Batman Eternal feelings and leave you heartbroken but in a good way! Amazing fic!

Join Us by shiny_glor_chan has Oracle recruiting Jason to the Birds of Prey. Reconnection by CassCain is another fic that has Cassandra asking Barbara about Jason.

I’m recommending personal faves but there might be more out there 🖤

!!! Anon thank you so much! I can’t wait to read these! I just read Reconnection and I love it, excited to check out the rest 💗

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Bring back discowing, 2022

I would like to see it

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Opinions on Robert Pattinson’s Batman? Did he do a good job? Do you have a favorite Batman actor?

Loved Robert Pattinson’s Batman! I think he did a great job of capturing the angst of a young Batman as well as some of the awkwardness and harshness of Bruce when he’s so deep in the vigilantism he loses sight of all else… I just think The Batman was such a good movie.

For live action Batmen, I think Michael Keaton and Robert Pattinson are my faves. Kevin Conroy is my fave Batman voice—he’s absolutely excellent.

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Jason, Stephanie, and Dick absolutely have musical karaoke nights. Most recently they did Heathers, and Jason was obviously Heather Chandler. He slayed.

Heather Chandler Jason is good. I can imagine Candy Store playing in his helmet as he’s out on patrol. I do feel like he would be forced to sing J.D.’s parts on at least one song because he is named Jason.

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My #1 post of 2022

Any ships you like that aren’t generally well liked in fandom? Like rare pairs or anything like that?

Honestly, I think my shipping taste is fairly mainstream. The only rarepair that I can think of is jaybabs. Their dynamic in Batman Eternal got me bad. Jason’s childhood crush and admiration for Babs having never truly gone away, and Babs maybe seeing him in a different light for the first time… *chef’s kiss*

Another ship I liked more when I was younger, when the New 52 was actually new, was Damian and Colin Wilkes. But Colin got eaten by the continuity monster, so… we may never see him again lol.

I think the batfam mainly appeals to me with the found family aspect, but I do enjoy romance too!

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #happy end of the year all #glad to have celebrated the batfam with you

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nudystar · 7 months

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ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ DIMIA DIMIA DIMIA DIMIA DIMIA

˗ˏˋ DIMIA ˎˊ˗ AKA mia x dick grayson

⸺ 𝐌𝐈𝐀, a girl who loves love but surprisingly didn’t pay too much attention to it, well romantically. she had her friends, her family, what more did she need? sure she was attracted to some folks at her school but school had her way too busy for love. that is until a certain 5’10 man with wavy black hair and a cool ass smile saw her around and instantly had heart eyes for her. there was no denying of him wanting mia and sure enough, the two lovers became the IT couple around campus <3

𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄

♡ ⸺ they’re like cats to each other. more so mia cause she’s always nuzzling herself against dick, especially during naps

♡ ⸺ they dance around their apartment and I mean a lot. their favorite is playing soft love songs and waltzing around like a victorian couple

♡ ⸺ during quiet times, they’re laid on the couch either napping or watching reality tv. for some reason, they’re both really into romance reality tv (not love island)

♡ ⸺ they send each other songs and makes playlists for each other. sometimes dick hacks into mia’s music library just to get some new songs, they both know mia has the superior music taste

♡ ⸺ late night drives where they scream songs at 1 am with the windows down. do the complaints stop them ? absolutely not !

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊

𝐌𝐈𝐀: so let’s say I get pregnant right? you think we-

𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊: we can make it happen right now

𝐌𝐈𝐀: are we getting married first?

𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊: I thought you were already mrs. grayson when I asked you out

𝐌𝐈𝐀: you’re so corny and I hate how cute that was

#certified lover boy + certified lover girllll 🫶🏽#˚₊‧꒰ა dimia ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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rae-gar-targaryen · 1 year

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💌

—- Baby J 😘

My darling, my J, my Jas, my Leo queen! I love your taste in music. I love that you're bold! I love how brilliant you are -- a badass Latina babe in the SCIENCES! We are blessed by your presence. I love how much we have in common. I love that you're always so kind and fun and engaging. And most of all -- you just know that Dick Grayson would love you! 😘😘🌸🌸

send me a 💌 and I'll tell you what I love about you

#mutual ask game

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 3 years

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A Sister's Love

Pairing: Platonic Damian Wayne x Al Ghul!Reader

Warnings: Injuries and blood. Drugging, Trafficking and sexual assult but these are not the main themes.

Word Count: 4.9K

Summary: You realize you have a lot to learn about yourself outside of your little brother, Damian's, shadow.

A/N: Was originally gonna make this a Dick Grayson x Reader but realized it would be weird cuz of mixed families and stuff. And I don't wanna be pushing the boundaries of incest.

Growing up in the League of Assassins meant a lot of things for you. It meant that you were raised to be powerful and commanding. It meant you knew how to kill a man in 47 different ways and counting. It meant that you were raised to rightfully think that you were the best.

Although for every good thing there was always cons. Your schedule was rigid and your peers were unfeeling. Your mother most of all, but that didn't stop you from trying to win her affection. It was the reason why when your little brother was born you felt threatened.

That was until you met little Damian. Your mother had handed him to you with a smile of pride that she never showed you and you hated him. But then you saw his precious little face, a nose tinier than a button and adorable lips that were curled into a pout. He was so beautiful.

Since then, you put any differences you might have had with your mother behind you. According to Ra’s it would have been a mistake to show Damian such tenderness, to teach him about loyalty to your heart, instead of without it.

But Talia couldn't ignore the tug she felt in her heart seeing you and Damian together. You still worked hard, harder than she had ever seen before, now determined not to show that you were weak and have them take your brother from you. Damian followed your example, training to her approval, however taxing it was for him.

And more importantly, Damian loved you. You were the first woman he had ever loved and he was smart enough to know that would never be a mistake. You were his shelter in a storm, his fire in the cold. You were the best sibling that anyone could ever even dream of.

But then you had to part. At age 10, Damian went to live with his father, Bruce Wayne. You had never met the man when he was with your mother and you assumed you wouldn't need to, he wasn't your father.

Both you and Damian didn't want to leave each other. You'd miss your little brother and you'd miss the feeling in your chest whenever you'd look at him. Damian would miss home; he would miss your presence and he would miss the familiarity. But he couldn't stay.

That's something you learnt at the League. Damian couldn't stay, with you. He was meant for bigger things than you.

Another thing you learnt was that you didn't have to stay either. You wanted to see the world, see what everything else had in store for you. And your mother, bless her, gave you her blessing.

Of all the things the league taught you, there were things they missed out on. And a part of you was thankful for that. Because you enjoyed the feeling of wide-eyed wonderment when you stepped into a train station for the first time ever.

You had never tasted a chocolate muffin before, you realized as you stuffed your face at a local bakery. Coffee and chocolate muffins went well together. You liked sweet things better than spicy things, you noted when you didn't enjoy the tteokbokki you bought at a Korean food stall.

People were kind, not foolish. They smiled at you when you came in and genuinely asked you where you were headed. Like the woman you met on the tram who was heading to Washington DC. Even through the short ride, the two of you had bonded and she had left you with her phone number and a promise that if you were ever in DC, you would ring her up. Diana was trusting, too trusting. You could have assumed it was because she was stupid, but you wanted to believe it was because she was smarter than even you.

Some people were kind like her but of course, some were impolite and pig-headed. You of course didn't waste any time putting them in their place. Maybe that was why you shouldn't have any faith in humanity.

But isn't humanity just the thing you should be putting faith in?

It was fun at first, discovering new things, seeing how people really lived outside of books and things taught to you back at the League. You knew everything, you weren't naive enough to be oblivious but reading about something was miles apart from actually experiencing it.

After a while however, you got lonely, it was a huge world with people constantly moving and you've come to realize that unless you're with somebody, you can't really move from your place. Instead, you'd be stuck watching all of them. So, you sought after your brother.

It was easy enough to track Bruce Wayne, he lived in a house large enough to be seen from outer space. Getting to Gotham took longer than you expected. Time passed so easily when you didn't have a purpose but now that you had somewhere you needed to be, the train couldn't go any slower.

Gotham City was less gloomy than people made it out to be. The sun was shining and the city was bustling. In some ways, it seemed a little homey. Maybe that was because you didn't have to worry about someone hurting you. If anything, they should pray that they don't choose you as their next victim.

Of course, you could've gone to Wayne Manor and introduced yourself civilly but you wanted to see Damian more than anything and didn't want to delay it any longer. And more than that, you wanted to see Damian is his cute little school uniform.

That's what led you to wait outside of the well-reputed Gotham University, waiting patiently for the bell to ring and students to file out of it. You already knew that they wouldn't come out singing like in the movies but a very small fraction of you still hoped.

Your heartrate increased with every passing minute, excited to meet your brother after nearly a year of being apart. Eventually, the bell did ring and students began trickling out of the doors, looking like bumble bees, excitedly zipping around and talking to their friends.

'Would this have been my life if I was never born in the League?' You wondered, looking at a girl who was animatedly chatting with her friend, arms interlocked as they moved towards the parking lot where their parents were waiting.

When you finally saw Damian, you suddenly felt out of place. Like an outsider watching someone else's brother when you saw his eyes lock onto someone in the commons. Even though you weren't on the school campus, you could still recognize who it was.

Richard Grayson, oldest son of Bruce Wayne, waiting to pick up your little brother on a motor cycle.

And for the first time in your life, you experienced insecurity, watching them greet each other like brothers. The feeling was sour and you wondered if it was a mistake coming here, thinking that you still had a place here.

It was true, people didn't move from their place unless they had someone to go with. You hadn't felt fulfilled like that since your brother stopped being at your side. He was everything you knew. It was just your mistake for thinking that in the year apart your brother wouldn't have found anyone either.

***

"Drake, pull up the security cameras from today at my school parking lot." Damian ordered, stepping into the Batcave.

"No 'Hello', no 'How you doing?', it's always 'Tim, do this' 'Drake, do that'," Tim commented sarcastically but still pulled up whatever he needed, "And then as soon as I give you what I want, you're going to forget me again. And not even visit the kids."

Dick spared him a laugh at his dramatic scene, ruffling his hair as greeting and then turned his attention to the screen. The footage was played at double the speed until Damian's eyes locked onto just what he wanted to find.

It was just for a second, when Dick's motorcycle had zoomed past but that was all he needed. Damian had seen your face and it wasn't any mistake, he'd know you even if he was blind. Even though he was so sure it had been you, he still couldn't hide the way his body froze, eyes wide when he saw your face.

It was the same face he'd see every night before he went to bed and the very first person he wanted to see every time he woke up. Your image was what came into his mind when he thought of being nurtured, when he thought of being safe.

There was a time when he was younger, too young, there was a thunder storm. He doesn't remember much from the night, just hiding his face against your chest and you wrapping a blanket around him. His mother trained him even harder the next day, until he almost dropped but he'd never forget curling up to your warmth. Not even now, when he knew that thunder storms were the least of his fears.

It was as simple as that. With his father and brothers, he didn't have to worry about looking weak, he didn't think of love as a weakness, rather he considered it as the fuel behind strength. Yes, his father taught him well. And now he would show you just how much he's grown. So, you can be proud of him.

"We need to find her."

"Why? Who is she?"

"My sister."

***

Of all the things you wanted to experience, visiting a bar was one of them. Was the air really enough to intoxicate you? Were you really going to lose all sense when you stepped into it? Would be able to drink your troubles away?

You were sorely disappointed. The alcohol didn't taste good, it burned when you swallowed it and made your tongue feel fuzzy. The music was so loud that your brain began throbbing against your skull to the beat of the song.

Men were picking fights and women were having fun but even then, you couldn't find it in yourself to get up and actually have fun. I mean, how were you supposed to? How was cosying up against a drunk man supposed to make you feel better? How was getting lost in throngs of sweaty people who didn't know what personal space was meant to improve your mood?

If anything, it just reminded you of just how pathetic your life was.

You were realizing you had no purpose. Damian was all you had known for years now, knowing only to protect him with your life and love him with your heart. Who were you without him? What did you like? What made you happy outside from your duty at the league?

A man knocking into you brought you out of your thoughts, which had been happening all night. Except this man stopped in front of you and gave you a smile that turned your stomach upside down.

"Sorry about that pretty lady, let me buy you a drink to make up for it." He spoke with a voice that was trying to be smooth but instead sounded like metal scraping over each other.

"No, thank you." You said sharply, not yet done with your Manhattan anyway. You were barely enjoying your time here as it was and you were sure another drink wouldn't change your mind.

"Not a fan?"

You shook your head at him, choosing to humour the man.

"Then let me buy you another one, if you don't like it then you have nothing to lose."

You pretended to giggle at him and he swelled with pride. Did he think he was winning?

"One Boulevardier." He told the bartender who nodded and began preparing the drink. Until it was ready, you indulged the man in front of you who reeked of cigarettes and alcohol.

He placed the drink in front of you and if you hadn't known that it would burn going down and turn you into a shell of yourself, you might have been curious to what it tasted like.

"You see that dude over there?" He nodded to a man standing in the other corner of the bar and you turned to look at him. Another man, covered in tattoos who didn't look any different than the one standing behind you.

"He's my pal, owns the bar. Ask him and he'll hook you up with free drinks tonight. For a price, of course."

You turned back around to face the man and out of the corner of your eye saw something dissolve into your drink. It was only for a second but you saw the last remaining grains turn invisible and you definitely noticed the way the once steady drink was now swirling into a vortex in the middle.

"Drink up, princess."

You smirked. Tonight, might be fun after all.

***

This was boring.

You had been pretending to be unconscious for about 40 minutes while these men drove you to some undisclosed location. Their conversations were unbelievably dry and it's not like you had anyone else to talk to. Everyone else who might have been even mildly interesting were knocked unconscious.

Eventually they pulled up to some sort of holding facility and if your assumptions were correct then this would be a midpoint before they sold all the girls here to some sort of pimp.

Once they lugged you off the truck and threw you into a room with so many other people, you could hear their breathing did you open your eyes. It seemed like this was some sort of abandoned butcher or meat factory, judging by the ominous hooks hanging above your head and the metal walls. The door had been bolted shut, the only way to look through it was a small glass window.

Only after you finished taking in your surroundings did you even look at the other women who had been trapped in the room along with you. Your stomach turned.

There were so many unsuspecting faces who looked like they didn't sign up for this. Half of them looked under the influence of something, sweating profusely even in their sleep, faces scrunched up in pain. The other looked like they were forcibly taken, bruises covering their skin, hair and clothes in disarray and more than half of them had either a black eye or a swollen lip.

Maybe it was their fault for not being trained, that's what someone at the league would've said. But isn't it their captors’ fault for misusing their training, their strength, for something as vile as this?

You decided to wait, you couldn't assume that this small group of girls was the only one in the confines of the building. How many more were here?

You weren't feeling overwhelmed, not at all, not with the weapons that were littering you. A kunai hidden is either of your boots, throwing stars in your pockets hidden underneath your vest and a war fan in your pocket. You could handle these clowns without even looking up.

But it wasn't your life you were concerned about. It was the lives of these underaged, vulnerable girls who had fallen prey to these monsters.

While you were waiting a couple of the girls started to wake up. Some were still heavily drugged, still groggy when their eyes fluttered open and unable to focus onto anything. Others shot up straight as an arrow and began crying, screaming, begging for them to let them out.

They were ignored, by both their captors and you. Why try and reassure then when you weren't sure what was going to happen. More importantly, why throw off the monsters lurking outside the door that there was one woman who hadn't been phased.

Instead, you just stared blankly, trying to get comfortable and hear anything through the walls. Eventually, you heard the sound of footsteps coming towards the room. You covered the lower half of your face with a scarf, making sure that anyone who left here alive today, wouldn't be able to remember your face. Whether it be as a saviour or their punisher.

The girls whimpered and curled into one another, crying quietly and you felt sympathy. There was no way they'd be able to move forward from this without having fear stab at their heart with every step they took. You could only hope they had something in their life that would make them feel safe.

For tonight, you'd be that for them.

A few men opened the door with a cruel smile, stepping inside for a second before bolting it shut. They flaunted guns and other weapons to the girls, finding pleasure where there should be compassion and worry. You were disgusted watching their smirks twist maniacally when the girls cried harder seeing them brandish their weapons.

One of the men stepped forward and grabbed the girl closest to him who begged and cried to spare her. His disgusting hand might as well be made of acid because you almost felt the sick burn when it snaked between her legs and copped a feel while she sobbed and screamed, trying to fight him off.

You grabbed one of your weapons and returned their sick grins with one of your own.

It was going to be hard to cop a feel when he can't feel anything.

You were going to break each and every bone in his hand to ensure that.

***

"Can I borrow your phone please?" You asked the bloody and broken man by your feet. He glared at you and spat blood on your boots, unable to do anything else. You sighed and faked a pout.

"Is it here?" You wondered, holding the dirtied boot over his ribs and his eyes widened, catching drift of what you were about to do. You rammed your foot into his broken ribs, courtesy of yourself, and he screamed bloody murder. Music to your ears.

"Apparently not. Want me to check your pants?" You asked, raising a brow and he frantically shook his head, using whatever strength left to pull out his phone from his pocket and you smiled, thanking him quietly.

"Now, let's hope that one blow is enough to put you out of my misery." You sang, punching him right in the face and he passed out. Lightweight.

You took a look around the place, seeing bodies littered over the place like confetti. Blood was scattered on the ground and you're sure if people looked hard enough, they'd find someone's teeth. You on the other hand looked fine.

You sat on the floor, crossing your legs comfortably, tired after the fight and dialled a number onto the phone.

"Hello, police?"

"Yes, how can we help you?"

"Well, there's a sex trafficking scam going on at my location. Quite shoddy but they have a number of women trapped here and it would be nice if you could send backup to have them escorted home safely."

"A sex trafficking scam?"

"Well, it could be just a regular trafficking scam but I'm not too sure."

"All right, I'll have someone check it out."

"Good, and I realize you might get a lot of calls like this but please don't talk to me like I'm an idiot. Tell your people to send a couple of ambulances as well, you'll need them."

"Of course."

You could only hope the person on the other end of the line would eat their words when it was on the front of the newspaper. For now, your work was done.

In the meantime, how were you going to get anywhere from here? Where even were you? Was there anyone even conscious here who could give you directions? Or would you have to call the police again to find out where to go?

Not that you'd wait long enough for them actually arrive here. You'd return to the bar way before that for another drink. Maybe now you'd actually be able to enjoy one.

Just as you were about to leave, you heard a creak coming from the other end of the warehouse. It echoed through the halls and you leapt to your feet, soundless moving to hide in the shadows and pulling out a kunai.

The footsteps that followed it were light and airy, barely even touching the ground. They were trained, whoever they were. You kept your ears open in order to hear something.

"Whoever was here was trained." You heard someone comment.

"Are you really that stupid, Nightwing? It's obvious that my sister was the one who took out this ring and reported it." Came the snappy reply back and your breath caught in your chest. Make no mistake, that was your brother's voice.

"We must find her."

He was actually looking for you? He knows you're here? You're not entirely surprised, you haven't exactly been careful or stealthy when it came to concealing your face around Gotham. A mistake on your part but you couldn't have been more relieved.

You still remained quiet, not wanting to disturb the flow, not wanting to interrupt. You had the mind of a soldier but when there was no one to follow you seemed more like a sheep. It made you feel slight shame, that you were unable to stick up for yourself despite being so many things.

Maybe, the league wasn't the best thing for you.

Immediately you scraped the thought from your mind, berating yourself for even thinking that. The league had given you everything, everything you were today was because of them. You were strong and calculating, the leagues proud soldier.

You were proud of your roots, thankful that you grew up to be the person you were. They had given you everything, and your brother was just one of the gifts that you had been blessed with in your life.

"Damian." You spoke softly, stepping out of the shadows. His head snapped towards you, eyes widening when he took in your form. It really was you. His sister.

Damian wasted no time in bounding towards you and you knelt down to meet his eye level, catching him with open arms. A part of your heart sang when you realized he was still small enough to fit in your arms. He still held you close. He still loved you.

"I've missed you, Ya Amar." You spoke softly, cradling his head that was buried in the junction of your neck.

"I as well, Okhti."

***

Damian was ecstatic that you were in Gotham. Of course, it didn't look like it to anyone but everyone who knew him well could tell that he was happy that his sister was home with him. He didn't wait for even two seconds when you got to the Batcave (much to Bruce's surprise) to show you all his pets.

The next few days would be considered the best of his life.

Damian wanted to be as close to you as possible, sitting near you during meals, training with you, talking with you, even going as far to sneak into your temporary bedroom at night for cuddles. He certainly got more comfortable showing affection since the last time you were around.

He showed you his hobbies like painting and sketching and you were impressed. He had the skills to be doing something like this? Damian had picked up many new talents and many new stories since you last saw him and he was eager to share them all with you.

The next few days would be considered the worst of your life.

You had found Damian now, so why didn't you still feel fulfilled? Why did you feel like something was missing? Like this wasn't meant for you? Why weren't you satisfied?

Why did you feel envious that Damian got to experience so many things? Why did you feel resentment against him when you realized you never got the same things he has?

Your life felt like it amounted to nothing.

You loved your brother but so far you had just been living for him. And now that you realized there were parts of the world that you wanted to see. There were thoughts in your mind that were of your own and desires that you didn't have to explain to anyone. As long as it made sense to yourself.

And you realize one thing with an aching heart.

You couldn't stay here in Gotham.

"Does Damian know?" Bruce asked you one day when you had asked him a favour. Bruce so far had been a little cold and unfeeling ever since you had met him in the Batcave uninvited. His feelings towards you got more negative when you gave an offhanded comment about how you thought he was taller. But he was the only one you could ask for a favour. He was the father to your beloved brother and you could only hope he would offer you the same consideration.

You had asked him for a flight to Washington, to see if Diana really meant what she said. To take a leap of faith for the first time in your life.

You shook your head no, "Not yet. I'm hoping he will take the news well. It's not like I'm leaving forever. I just—I need to—" You trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Bruce nodded, "I understand. Just tell him before you go. I don't think I've ever seen him this happy before."

"It makes me feel worse." You admitted, feeling a little guilty. How could you not feel happy at your brother’s happiness?

"You need some time to figure out that your world is yours. No one else should determine how you feel about yourself."

"You are very wise," You said softly, "Thank you."

***

"I love you dearly, Damian." You tried to coerce him from his room where he had locked himself in only 5 minutes ago. No doubt he was sulking since he found out that you would be leaving for DC in two days’ time.

"If you did, you wouldn't be leaving!" His voice was muffled, as if his face was buried in his pillow or even Titus. You had been trying to coax him into open the door for 20 minutes now and had multiple offers from Grayson, which you turned down.

"Oh, for the love of—Damian Wayne, you open this door right now!" It was silent for a moment before you heard the lock click open and took that as the indication from him to step into his room.

It was large and from the moment you stepped in, it was easy to tell the space was his. There were swords mounted on the wall, paintings on the wall adjacent to it. His desk was tidy and in the corner of his room, there were multiple easels and sketch pads.

Damian was sulking on his bed and you sighed, feeling guilty. You sat beside him and ran your fingers through his hair. Even though he was upset with you, he still sank into your touch, feeling comforted by mere contact.

"It's not forever, Damian. Wherever I'm going, I'm going to come back. I just need some time to myself." You tried to explain.

"But why!"

"The league taught me well, Damian. But it taught me to live like a soldier, but not as a person. There are so many things that I don't know about myself. What do I like? What do I want to do with my life? And I need to figure it out for myself."

"Why can't you do that here?"

You gave him a pained look and realization dawned on him, "Because of me."

"Damian, in the time we spent apart you learnt so many things about yourself. That you like animals, that you like art. There are so many blanks in my life and I need the distance to figure it out. I need to understand myself." You explained wistfully.

It was true, there were so many blanks in your life. You didn't even know what food you liked better, what hobbies you enjoyed. You wanted to experience new things, without the influence of Damian, without relying on him. And more importantly, you were scared you would put Damian above yourself time and time again.

It was all you knew. Damian was worth more than your life, worth more than your heart. But if that was true, you wanted to know at least what your heart was worth to you. If you didn't hold any value to yourself, it would be foolish to think you would to anyone else.

You needed the distance. You needed something new. You wanted to dive into uncharted waters and figure out the magic for yourself, without anyone to help you.

"It's not forever," You reminded gently, "I'm going to come back, I can promise you that."

Damian began leaning until his head was settled in your lap and you chuckled, gently scratching his scalp and he nestled into your belly. Hard to believe this was the same boy who left only a year ago. You wondered if you would change as much as he did or if you were stuck in your ways now.

"Okay," He said, voice muffled and you smiled, "I hope you find what you're looking for."

"Thank you for your blessing, Ya Amar. It means the world to me. I love you; you know that."

"I do." He said, now wrapping his arms around your waist, "I love you too."

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