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eclecticflowerbanditathlete · 9 months

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Road to Her part 1 - it’s based off of Titans (2018)

Warning: miscarriages; light smut.

This is the further I’ve been able to carrying my pregnancy, 5 months and I’m scared that I’m going to lose her again. Each time Dick and I have lost our baby, he has been nothing but attentive to me and I to him, so we don’t get both get lost in the pain and grief.

The first time it happened I didn’t realize I was pregnant. Dick and I had only had just celebrated our 2 year anniversary; he has surprised with a romantic dinner at the tower. He kicked the kids out of the tower for the night and somehow got them to make us breakfast without any teasing. Dick cooked our dinner himself by having Bruce to send a copy of some of Alfred’s recipes and took a cooking lessons for Gar so he make it as well as Alfred would’ve. We danced in the living room for hours, switching between some of my favourite songs and couple of songs that became ours.

“Dick this has been the most romantic night you ever give me,” I said.

“I’ll give more nights like this Kory,” he said, “not just because you deserve the royal treatment, but because I love you.”

He would’ve continued but kissing him makes the words hard to get out, and since his always been better and at showing his feelings. We eased into the kiss at first, still swaying to the music. His hands tightened around my waist as he deepened our kiss, I hummed in encouragement before kissing him back. I had to pull away to catch my breath, but he continued to the spot on the neck that I love him to give attention, pulling him closer to me.

“As much as I love when we have sex in the living room. Dick take me to our room,” I say.

“Are you sure? We could alway move later, after I’ve made you cum on the counter,” he teases as he his hands begin to slip below my hips to edge of dress. Slightly nudging me towards the counter; the that’s the perfect height for him to eat me out at the right. I shiver remembering the last time he had me on this counter, made me cum twice and the second we almost caught the kids.

I stop him and pull his face up so I can see his beautiful eyes. I take a small step back with a smile and run towards our room and Dick follows. Stopping short at the door, when he see I’ve already discarded my dress and starts to removing his dress shirt and pants. I take hit face in both my hands and his go to my waist, “I love you” we both say. Our kiss is slow as we both show how we feel about each other through that kiss. His hands move lower as he picks me up and move towards the bed; I briefly feel his hard dick between my legs but he tosses me on the on bed. Grinning as he sees my shock on my face as he lowers himself to his knee and begins to lick and suck my clit.

He pulls my legs over his shoulders, betting better access to my pussy, alternating between sucking at my clit and eating me out. “Dick,” I whine grabbing at hair to pull him closer “sooo, gooood, I think, ahhh, I’m going to… fuuucckk!” he gives a hard suck on my clit and I cum on his face. He continues to lick my pussy, prolonging my orgasam and just as I catch my breath his starts working two fingers into cunt.

When I raise my head to look at him, he meets my eyes and has smirk on his face; he no intention of giving me a chance to breathe. He stares at me as goes to suck my sensitive clit, adding a third finger as he finds that spot that I drives me wild.

“It’s too much,” I says trying to back away but his other arm locks are my waist to hold me in place.

“Kory, you love it when I do this,” he says, “I know it feels to much now but in a minute.”

“Fuuuck, Diiick!” I grip the sheets and throw my head back as he gets me over that too much feeling.

“There, see I told you,” he says in the calm sexy way that I only hear when we have sex and trying to show affection. “Now, you know I’ll stop if you want me to, just say the word.”

“Don’t . . . don’t stop, pleeeaaase don’t,” I whine out.

“As you wish,” he says and starts licking at clit again.

I lose my myself in the feeling his tongue and fingers; feels like little shocks coursing throw my body. The little shocks start to build and can’t take it I need that final shock, Dick must tell because his fingers speed up their thrusts and gives a hard suck.

After a few minutes I open my glowing eyes to look at Dick whose smiling down at me; he loves when he gets that glow. He moves towards the bedside table to grab a condom.

“Wait, we won’t be needing those,” I tell him.

“Are you sure?” he asks in a hopeful voice.

“Yes,” I say. “I know you’ve been ready since we started dating but if you want more time to think. We can wait until we’re on the same page.”

“I don’t need any more time.” He crawls over me on the bed and I hold his face between my hands.

“Well then, let’s have a baby,” I say.

The weeks that followed that night were busy. Rachel, Gar, and Tim had a 3 weeks before school started and decided they’d like to try a road trip again as they drove back to school. They wanted to leave after finishing this current issue the city and we were having with Hive.

I blame my tiredness on trying to help Dick tried to find Hive where they strike next, and helping the kids plot their routes and pack everything they’d need.

The night before they left we caught a break and shut down Hive, they were breaking into Dante labs again to steel some chemicals to brainwash people to join their Hive mind. Which isn’t a surprise.

Dick and I were watching TV in our room and I must’ve fallen asleep because when I woke up the room was dark and their was this pain shoring through my lower abdomen.

“Dick, Dick, wake up. Something wrong.”

“Kory, what’s wrong?”

Dick turned on the light and I threw back the blanket to see blood pooling under me. I could feel tears starts to fill my eyes and I looked from the blood to Dick.

“Everything is going to be ok,” he says, “I’m going to call Bruce he’ll know a doctor and send them right away, ok?”

“Ok,” I say and nod

As he reaches for his phone and starts calling Bruce, I vaguely register my phone ringing but I can’t answer it at the time.

“Dick,” I say interrupting whatever he’s saying to Bruce, “I think I’m having a miscarriage.”

As Dick registers my words, I can see the pain on my face reflecting on his. He relays my words to Bruce, keeping his eyes on me.

“Thanks Bruce,” he says and hangs up. “A doctor is on their way. We should head to the med bay.”

My phone continues to ring.

“A clean night gown will feel better,” he says and gently helps me change clothes. He wipes the tears from my eyes with kisses to each cheek and carries me to the med bay while we wait for the doctor.

When the doctor arrives that the only time Dick has left my side and let go of my hand. She’s a specializes in alien physiology, being an alien herself and confirms we miscarried and gives us a some time to process before telling us the next steps. I don’t remember much of the conversation though. She shows herself out afterward.

Dick gets on the bed, pulling me onto his chest.

“Dick! Kory!” a voice shouts moments later.

“Donna?” Dick asks.

Sure enough Donna appears in the doorway.

“Are you guys ok? I got call from Rachel saying something happened but neither of you would answer your phones. So I called asking if he’d be able to tell if something happened in the tower but all he said was I should head over. Then I see a doctor leaving on my in.”

She moves closer dropping her bags and must see the tears in our eyes. “Dick wants wrongs and why was there a doctor here?”

Dick shifts and moves off the bed, “I’ll be right back,” he says to me before turning to Donna “Can we talk in the hall?”

He doesn’t wait for a reply as he drags Donna into the hall to explain. They weren’t gone long before Dick came back in.

“Common let’s go back to our room, you’ll be more comfortable there,” he said. I nodded and began to sit up and Dick picked me up in his arms, carrying me back to our room.

There were clean sheets, “I asked Donna to change them for me. She’s going to stay for a few days.”

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sylvies-chen · 1 year

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take my hand (and fight for it)

Summary: Dick talks to an unconscious Kory in critical condition, and makes a few realizations worth confessing.

A/N: I don’t think this is long enough for ao3 but I wanted to write this little scrap. Let me know if you want me to post it to my ao3 though and if there’s demand for it I will! I hope you guys like this too, because it’s not detailed or long or polished, but I thought the idea was really cute and it merited writing after 4x06.

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Dick has been avoiding this for days.

It hasn’t exactly been hard. There are a million other things he can (and needs to) preoccupy himself with: taking care of the kids, planning their next move, cleaning up in the RV. But this morning, he admits he maybe went a little too far in trying to put it off. Elbows deep in scrubbing the floors of the RV, Rachel had crouched down to his level and had grabbed his wrists, guiding him away from the soap and sponge and giving him that knowing look.

“You need to sit with her,” she insists kindly, yet with a firmness that she knows is needed to get through to him in this state of mind.

“There’s too much to do. Mother Mayhem’s still out there and every second we don’t spend trying to get in tip top shape—”

“By cleaning the floors?” It’s rhetorical, and enough to make him realize how dumb it is. But Rachel’s expression softens. “Trust me, it can wait. We’re sitting ducks right now, Mother Mayhem won’t do anything just yet. Kory managed to get in some good hits, she’ll need healing too.”

“I know,” he says lamely.

“Talking to her helps,” Rachel tells him. “Gar and I have both done it. Tim’s just finishing up with her now. It’s good to spend time with her, I can feel it helping her.”

“Rachel—”

“She needs you, Dick.”

It’s all he needs to hear.

He sighs, and lets it sit with him a moment. Dark circles weigh down his eyes and defeat weighs down that sigh of his as he finally replies, “Ok. I’ll do it.”

When he gets to where they’ve been keeping her, it washes over him like a fucking avalanche. They couldn’t exactly take her to a normal hospital, because Tamaranean stats aren’t exactly similar to human health stats, but they have her hooked up to a makeshift monitor he’d packed and settled into her bed in the RV. It’s the most secluded one of them all, as she’d specifically requested, so it means no one can see or hear the small gasp he lets out.

Kory is there. In a coma or— or whatever critical condition trance she was put in by the fight. He doesn’t know. All he knows is that she looks so uncharacteristically frail it makes him want to give her everything he has to make her full, strong, unwaveringly daring again.

He sits down next to her, takes her hand and holds it in both of his. His elbows rest on the side of her bed, and prop their hands up. It’s close enough that, for a second, Dick can picture himself leaning forward, closing those few inches of space and pressing his lips to the back of her hand. He doesn’t.

“So,” he starts, unsure of what to say. Start simple, some gut instinct tells him. So he does. “Gar’s doing better. He’s himself again, which is nice to see after everything he’s been through. Although he’s formed a habit of sneaking into the Porsche and taking naps in the back seats. Says the leather calms him. I swore to him he’d get the rolled up newspaper if I saw even an inch of drool on those seats,” he laughs meekly, “so… I wouldn’t be worried.”

A beat passes. He looks at the monitor and sees her stats, still weak— at based on what he gathers her stats are supposed to look like as someone from another planet.

He lets out a big, swooping breath he’d been holding in his chest, feels his lungs relax a little. “Why am I nervous?” He asks her.

Kory stays still on the bed, still as a statue.

“I… Ugh, jesus, I don’t know what I’m doing,” he sighs, surrendering and bowing his head.

For a minute, he lets himself stay there quietly. When he tunes in to his surroundings and the silence it basks in, he can see her weak and laboured breathing, can feel the faintest pulse in her wrist as one of his fingers stretches down to her wrist. Her skin is soft and warm to the touch, and the act of running his thumb up and down the back of her hand sends him into silent tears. Impulse gives in and he presses her hand to his lips, letting them stay there for a moment before pulling away. He swears he can taste his own tears on Kory’s skin.

“Hey. So I, uh, I think I’ve got it figured out,” he tells her after a moment, then sniffles. “Why I didn’t tell you about my vision in the Lazarus Pit. Of the little girl— our… our little girl with the red balloon.”

For a second he waits for a response. Just a half second. And yet she doesn’t answer. He continues.

“It’s not because I thought it was bogus, although something about visions will always make me uneasy,” he explains, “and it’s not because I was trying to hide something from you. It’s because… because when it happened, it reminded me of something I hadn’t let myself feel in a very long time. And I guess it’s always been there, in some far off part of my brain, waiting for its time, but it also scared me. Because that vision felt so… real. And I wanted to make sure I wasn’t unleashing all of what it reminded me of just because of that vision. That, y’know… it would be my choice.”

What did it remind you of, then? He can imagine her asking.

He waits a moment before irreversibly putting his answer into the universe. “I love you,” he eventually whispers through his tears. “I love you, Kory Anders. Not because of some vision, or because of fate or destiny. I love you because I love you because I love you. It’s as simple as that. The rest of it— whether we’re destined for love, or for that little girl— that’s just icing, baby. And knowing that makes it… real.”

He smiles, then. Even through the tears, he smiles. It’s like even saying it, being able to pinpoint everything he’s been kicking himself for not being able to put into words, brings him the sweetest relief. He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and lets his hand linger on her cheek for a second, still smiling.

Yet a worry lingers in him. Brewing, festering, spreading like a disease. And he’s not a religious man, Dick Grayson. He isn’t one for the church pews of a smiting God. But if there were a God, he likes to think it would hear him better through Kory Anders. So it feels holy, then, when his two hands give her one hand a gentle squeeze and he prepares to voice his fears, as if bringing his soul to confession.

“But it’s my fault you’re here, isn’t it?” He asks it like he already knows the answer, mainly because he does. He knows for a fact that if he hadn’t been so hasty in brushing off those visions, if he had spoken to her about his own, if he’d known the risks that came with her powers before facing Mother Mayhem, well… “You wouldn’t be here fighting for your life if not for me, would you?

It’s a hauntingly familiar feeling, the could’ve, should’ve, would’ve of it all. He could have done something differently. He should have listened and done better by her. He would have fought like all hell or tried everything, anything else if he’d known how this would end. Year after year, regret like that piles itself onto his soul like dead weight. It was the same with Jason, the same with Jericho and Rose, even with Hank to some level. Whatever way he turns, Dick Grayson always comes up short. Too little, too late. What he does right is fleeting, and his wrongs are always all too permanent. It’s his own damn fault. But Kory… Kory wasn’t supposed to be like that. She wasn’t supposed to be on that list of people he’s failed. Kory Anders was supposed to be something he’d done right. Because she’d stayed. She knew everything he’s done, all the mistakes he’s made, and she’s still shown up to save him, still hopped in that RV, still fought by his side. And so he must have done something right, no? He must have done something good, somewhere along the line, to merit a woman like her choosing to do something so beautiful as to stay. And in the same way Midas turns what he touches into gold, Dick had turned all of that promise into ash. Withering, grey, feeble ash. He fucked it up. And now she’s here. In critical condition. With her limp hand cupped between his own.

“I’m so sorry, Kory,” he whispers. “I have a feeling you’ll be hearing that from me for a long time about a lot of things, some of which haven’t even happened yet. But you need to be alive for that, so just… just fight to come back a little while longer. Fight to be here with the kids. And… and with me. That’s all you need to do: fight. It shouldn’t be too hard. It’s what you’re best at, right? Fight for it, Kory.”

Something beeps on the monitor— a single beep, so quick that Dick thinks he’s imagined it— and he suddenly feels Kory squeeze his hands. It’s faint, paired only with the slight twitch of her closed eyes, but it still happened. No imagination of his could concoct that.

“Kory? Kory? Are you awake?” He leans forward frantically, trying to get a closer look. She’s still not waking up, at least not for now, but when he relaxes again and exhales heavily, he reminds himself that it really did happen, that she squeezed his hands, and that if he could pray for anything, it would be for that little sign to mean she’ll be alright.

I’m here, her hands said. And his faith in her, as opposed to any measly god, is what gives him the hope that, soon, she’ll say it to him with words.

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