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morsartis · 1 year

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Nightwing x Civilian!Reader

Warnings: None. Its fairly gen. No actual romance I just had this thought that made me laugh.

The sound of your living room window being forced open was what woke you. Heart hammering in your chest as your hand went to the baseball bat you kept tucked away by your bed. Years of living in Gotham had made you hypervigilant of what sounds your apartment made and where. You knew for a fact that your living room window had been locked and that the sound of snapping wood had to have been the frame being forced open. The window lock itself was flimsy and you had brought it up multiple times with the landlord only to be shrugged off. Now you weren’t sure whether to feel petrified or triumphant that your concerns had been justified. Throwing back the blankets you stood slowly and raised the bat as you began creeping towards the open bedroom door. Out in the hall everything was still pitch black and you cursed yourself for not at least checking the time on the alarm by your bed. Your late night intruder hadn’t bothered to close the window behind them and the pale light of the moon and soft glow of the streetlights below gave you just enough light to see. A figure had collapsed on your couch, a hand dangling from where it awkwardly cushioned a head. As you cautiously shuffled closer you could make out the reflective glow of blue along the fingers. Your poor heart nearly collapsed in relief when you realized it was Nightwing, the resident vigilante of Bludhaven.

When you had moved to Bludhaven a year ago you had assumed it would involve a lot less vigilante sightings than Gotham. Looking down at the battered and bruised figure of Nightwing sprawled across your couch you had to admit, this officially made Bludhaven weirder than Gotham. If only because in your years of living in Gotham you had never had a run in with the resident gaggle of vigilantes. Taking in his sweat soaked and disheveled curls, the half curl of his body that suggested a good amount of pain, and the way he was actually too big to fit on your admittedly small futon with how his legs dangled off the other end you sighed.

A bird was a bird you supposed, Gotham looked after its own and while you had abandoned your home for Bludhaven the Gothamite still inside of you insisted you had a duty to look after the local vigilante. Setting the bat against the back of the couch you walked gingerly towards the window to assess the damage. Like you feared the lock had been snapped in two and the sizable crack that ran along the wooden frame was enough to tell you it was busted. You’d be living with a busted open window for the next few weeks while you scrounged around for enough money to cover repairs. Not even bothering to close it and risk damaging it further, you turned back towards your uninvited houseguest to check his own damage. In the light cast from the window you could make out a dark purpling bruise along the side of his face spanning from his temple to his jaw. Wincing in sympathy you shuffled closer and began gently prodding at his ribs. When he didn’t immediately shoot up in pain you returned your attention to his face. His mask was still firmly in place and you were grateful for it. You did not want to get dragged into the nightly struggle. Hoping that the bruising along his face was the worst of his injuries you tried to think of what to do next. You did not want to know what or who had managed to do that to the man. Instead you reached over and began unfolding the blanket you kept on the back of the couch. His suit left little to the imagination and you didn’t think it had to be very warm in the night chill now that he wasn’t actively fighting for his life and the lives of others. You could admit that despite the fact he was injured he had a nice figure. But that wasn’t something you’d be bringing up. Like most people you’d seen and heard about Nightwing enough to know how the media loved to sexualize him. It had to be exhausting and you weren’t about to add to it. Gently laying the blanket over him you wondered if he’d been exhausted or simply lost consciousness. There was no way for you to check without waking him and you dreaded the thought enough you weren’t about to even attempt it. Scrubbing an exhausted hand over your face you turned towards the bathroom where you kept your medkit. Closing the door mostly behind you before flicking on the lights you caught sight of your haggard appearance. You were exhausted from work. The dark circles under your eyes were a badge and testament to your workload. You missed Gotham’s much cheaper rent. Back in Crime Alley you hadn’t had to work as much as you did now. Sure the area had been Crime Alley but rent was cheap and so long as you kept your head down no one had bothered you much. Nudging open the cabinet underneath the sink you collected the medkit and swiftly left the bathroom. Now wasn’t the time to get lost in thought. Setting the kit down on the coffee table in what you hoped was Nightwing’s line of sight, you next turned your attention to the kitchen. As if on autopilot you shuffled in and grabbed what you needed to make a couple of sandwiches. You worked in silence as you stacked them on a paper plate and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. Like most people you had a few waters in the fridge more for looks than an actual drink. Taking them to the coffee table you set them down next to the medkit. Sweeping one last concerned gaze over the vigilante still passed out on your couch you took a deep breath. You had done everything you could and you had at least enough confidence to know he wouldn’t die on your couch if you left him be. Satisfied he wouldn’t die in his sleep you left Nightwing be as you shuffled on back to your room and the sweet siren’s call of your warm bed.

In the morning you awoke half convinced it was a dream garnered by too much Lifetime TV. Especially when you saw the bat sitting against the nightstand. It wasn’t until you sat up that you had a feeling it wasn’t a dream. Your medkit sat at the foot of the bed. A place you would never leave it. Wide awake with adrenaline you shot out of bed to check if Nightwing was alright. What greeted you was an empty living room, the blanket folded and placed where it always was, no food or water left on the coffee table. Your second clue that it hadn’t been a strange dream came when you wandered into your own bathroom. Condensation clung to your mirror and one of your towels was definitely missing. Looking around further showed that he’d clearly had a shower before he left and you wondered exactly how tired you had to have been not to hear the water running considering the only bathroom in your apartment was in your room. Shaking it off you brushed your teeth and wondered why Nightwing had felt so comfortable showering in your apartment with only a flimsy bathroom door between you. Was he just that confident in his ability to sense someone sneaking up on him? Not that you would have even attempted. There were certain boundaries even you wouldn’t push and going out of your way to learn someone’s secret identity was one of them. Not that you thought you’d even recognize him. Grabbing the keys to your mailbox and a dog treat you locked the apartment door behind you. Like every morning you were going down to the ground floor to grab yesterday’s mail. No vigilante was going to ruin your morning routine.

No matter how bizarre.

Your routine was something you shared with your neighbor directly above you. Though more specifically you shared the routine with his dog. Your neighbor usually went down at the same time as you did every morning to grab yesterday’s mail and take his adorable puppy for her morning walk. To say you adored that dog would be an understatement. She had the ability to happily and shamelessly distract and derail your thoughts every time you saw her. She was the sweetest, happiest, thing you had ever seen with her wiggling body and lolling tongue. Truth be told, of which you would never admit, you could pick Haley out of a line up before you could pick out her owner. It was incredibly embarrassing but there was really nothing about Dick that stood out to you other than his dog. Sure, he was an attractive man, as your other neighbors liked to gossip, but Haley had always had your full attention. You hadn’t even realized how long he’d been your neighbor until he’d gotten Haley. Your direct nextdoor neighbor had practically laughed herself to tears when you admitted it to her. Cackling about how of course you’d notice the puppy before Dick ‘sex on legs’ Grayson. Which you couldn’t even argue against.

As always Haley was sitting by Dick’s feet and promptly burst into happy wiggles and pants at the sight of you. Dick glanced up and then he smiled in greeting before going back to his mail, Haley’s leash draped loosely over an arm. Like always you smiled back before grabbing your mail, feeling Haley start pawing at your leg for her daily treat. Tucking the mail underneath your arm you knelt down to scratch Haley behind the ears.

“Hi there sweetheart.” You cooed cheerfully just like every morning since you’d seen her. She was soft, smelling vaguely of vanilla and oatmeal shampoo. “Did your daddy give you a bath?”

You thought you might have heard a huff of a laugh from the man in question but Haley had already zeroed in on the treat in your hand and had sat down with impatient squirming for her treat.

“You’ve got her trained quicker than I have.” Dick groaned when you handed her the dog biscuit. That made you laugh.

“I’m just happy you let me spoil her. She’s such a good girl.” You smiled and gave her one last scratch before straightening up.

“She’s the best.” Dick agreed mildly before yawning. Your gaze was sympathetic.

“Long night?” You asked.

“Yeah. You?”

“Something like that.” You agreed unsure if you should admit to Nightwing stretched out on your couch in the wee hours of the morning. Or the fact he had apparently been comfortable enough to use your shower and steal one of your towels. Did that mean he was coming back? Or were you going to have to buy another towel?

“I better get going. You know how Haley gets when she can’t get her usual walk.” He told you with an affectionate eye roll. You laughed.

“I’d be cranky too if I couldn’t get in some exercise.” You teased, “Bye Haley.”

Haley yipped at you tail wagging as you wiggled your fingers at her.

“Have a safe walk.” You told Dick when you glanced back at him. He smiled.

“Yeah, thanks.”

You could feel his eyes watching you as you turned back towards the stairs and disappeared behind the door.

#Nightwing #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #I wrote this for the laughs #DC #oneshot for now #kinda implied he might have a thing for reader #but its not specified #bitewing #I love the dog she is best baby #if DC even ATTEMPTS to kill off Haley I will be lighting their offices on fire

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momachan · 3 months

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"I just wish we'd managed to eat dinner before the bad guys showed up... Actually, I have a better idea... Nothing better than curling up with a movie and takeout, eh?"

DC How to Lose a Guy Gardner in 10 Days (2024) # 1 (DC Holiday Special). "Date Night."

#dc comics #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #barbara gordon #batgirl barbara gordon #spoiler #stephanie brown #black bat #cassandra cain #the scarecrow #jonathan crane #haley the dog #bludhaven #gotham #how to lose a guy gardner in 10 days #dc holiday special #dick x barbara

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the-djarin-clan · 9 months

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Nightwing

By: Tom Taylor, Bruno Redondo Adriano Lucas

#dick grayson #nightwing #nightwing comics #richard grayson #barbara gordon #batgirl #haley #haley grayson #robin #blüdhaven #dickbabs #batfamily #dick grayson x bárbara gordon #oracle

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hellodeez · 2 years

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heyaa!!

if it's not a bother, can you do a ♥️ of dick grayson with a male reader who can't sleep due to paranoia cuz of thought of someone breaking into their house?

it's perfectly fine if you won't do it YUH <3

Hey! So this was intended for a male reader but ended up being more gender neutral I hope this is ok I've never done this before so it's bad but whatevs 😭 also for ppl that don't know Dick got a dog called Haley in the comics so i added her cause i love her sm <3 thx to the person requested this!

Warnings: swearing, paranoia, crying, fluff kinda i think 😭

Dick Grayson x GN reader

Tap...Tap...Tap... Was the noise that the tree branch next to the window made.

Your mind couldn't focus on anything but the little noises. Every creak, tap and whoosh. Your eyes wide open staring everywhere. Of course you knew Dick would fight anyone who dared cross you but a little spot in your brain held doubt. "What if there's someone here? What if I can't do anything if there's an intruder? What if Dick can't do anything of there is an intruder?

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears and you could feel tears start to form at the edges of your now tightly shut eyes. "N/n?" You could feel hands on your face. You screamed and Dicks face immediately formed into one worry. "Hey! Hey, everything's okay. I'm here, you're here, Haley's here." You could feel Haley jump on the bed. "Everything's fine..." You could still feel your uneven breath.

You hated feeling this way. You know Dick's usually here. But what if...maybe... Before you could finish your thoughts you could feel strong strong arms embrace you "I'm here for you my love. I know what it feels like..you can talk to me about it. Or we won't if you want." You felt seen by Dick. He understood what it's like. "I just.. i don't know why but i just feel like this. I feel like at any point something terrible is gonna happen and i don't know what to do! I don't know why I feel like this... I don't want to feel like this!" You rambled and Dick listened.

"I know...We can set up cameras around the apartment if that'll make you feel safer. I know what this feels like and i know it's hard to live with this feeling." You didn't say anything, still feeling like shit. He out of most knew what this felt like. He knew just what you felt. "Plus you know me and Haley would kick anyone's ass if they even dared to look at you bad." You chuckled and he had a smile on his face happy to know he could make you laugh.

For the rest of the night he told you stories from his time in the circus until you fell asleep. He caressed your face and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you."

#this is so ASS IM SORRY IT'S BAD IM SO EMBARRASSED 😭#dick grayson x male reader #nightwing x male reader #Nightwing x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #X gn reader #x gender neutral reader #haley #dog

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fluentmoviequoter · 5 months

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Haley's Holiday

Day 6 of 12 Days of Ficmas

Pairing: Dick Grayson x fem!reader

Summary: You plan to spend the holidays with Dick and Haley in Blüdhaven, but his brothers have the same idea.

Word Count: 1.1k+ words

Warnings: fluff, more fluff, Haley, Dick's brothers get a warning.

A/N: Not necessarily Titans!Dick, I just think Brenton Thwaites is adorable. Sorry this is so short, but I wanted to write some fluff for Dick and give Haley some well-deserved lovin'. ALSO, I have an idea for a New Year's fic (part 2) that I kinda set up in this, so please let me know if you're interested!

You’ve been counting down the days, hours, minutes, seconds, and even your heartbeat until you get off work for the Christmas break. With each tick of the clock, you get a little more joyful and eager for Christmas. Since your fiance, the one and only Dick Grayson invited you to spend Christmas with him and, of course, Haley in Blüdhaven, you agreed immediately. Now, with two minutes to go, you’re waiting to lock your computer and run into his arms.

You rap your knuckles on the door twice, and before you even notice the door has opened, you’re wrapped in Dick’s arms as Haley circles your feet, ready for your attention.

“Merry Christmas,” you say, tilting your chin up to kiss Dick.

He happily returns your affection, chuckling as Haley begins barking. You pull out of Dick’s arms and bend down, petting Haley with both hands as you compliment her on her good looks, excellent behavior, and adorable Nightwing-themed Christmas sweater. You glance up at Dick with the last comment, but he shrugs, smiling as he turns to put your coat and bag away.

Once Haley has received her fair share of attention and curled up on her bed for a winter’s nap, you follow Dick into the kitchen and see your favorite hot chocolate mix and all of the ingredients needed for any and all cookies you may want to make. Looking through the cookie ingredients, you hear Christmas music fill the room before Dick spins you into his arms, swaying to the music as your hands rest on his chest.

“Want to start with chocolate chip or gingerbread?” Dick asks, spinning you quickly.

You choose your favorite, smiling as Dick joins you at the counter, staying right by your side as you prepare the dough. He makes shapes with the dough, even if he knows it won’t hold its shape because you laugh, and it’s his favorite sound in the world. After the cookies are in the oven and the timer has been set, you’re back in Dick’s arms as Haley stumbles tiredly into the kitchen and sits by your feet.

“Can I be right here every Christmas?” you ask.

“Oh, you have to. There’s no choice anymore, right, Haley?”

Haley barks once, her tail thumping against the floor as she looks up at you. A single knock sounds on the door, and Haley’s ears perk while Dick walks to the door, gesturing for you to stay in the kitchen.

“Jason,” Dick says, more as a question than a greeting.

Jason, the bloodhound of Dick’s brothers, smells the cookies and lets himself in wordlessly. He stops when he sees you standing in the kitchen, though.

“I was going to ask if I could stay for Christmas,” he says, “but I don’t want to intrude.”

“Not an intrusion,” you assure him, smiling as you silence the timer. “The more the merrier, right?”

Dick shakes his head fervently behind Jason, but Jason smiles his gratitude before plopping down in Dick’s chair, pulling out a book as Haley climbs in his lap. Dick then joins you in the kitchen as you take the cookies out.

“You can tell my brothers no. It can just be us, as planned,” he whispers, rubbing you back.

“They’re your family, Dickie. Jason might not have anywhere to go,” you argue.

“Bruce invited all of us!”

“You said no.” You lean against the counter, crossing your arms as Dick stands in front of you.

“Because I have you!”

“And Jason doesn’t.”

Dick sighs, reaching over your shoulder to eat a stray chocolate chip before he tangles his fingers in your hair and kisses you. Until someone else knocks on the door.

Dick opens the door, and you can hear him groan. “Tim, come on in.”

“Thanks! I brought some- oh, hey,” Tim interrupts himself when he sees you and walks to the kitchen. “I didn’t know everyone was coming over here.”

“They’re not supposed to be,” Dick mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. You pat his shoulder and lead Tim to the kitchen to put his goodies beside the cookies.

“So much for Haley’s holiday, huh?” Dick asks Haley.

“Say the word and we’re gone,” Jason offers, not looking up from his book.

“You’re family man, you’re always welcome. I was looking forward to a quiet Christmas with my girls, but this’ll be great too.”

Jason snorts before a fourth guest knocks on the door; Haley barks once before silencing when Jason’s large hand covers her back.

“Grayson,” Damian begins as soon as Dick opens the door. “I know you are alone, so I brought Alfred’s soufflé that you like.”

“I’m not alone, but come in, join the party. Thanks for the souffle, baby bird, it’s my favorite.”

Damian slows as he sees the number of people in Dick’s apartment. When he sees you and Tim in the kitchen, the crease between his brow disappears, and he joins you in the kitchen, discussing the cookies you are making and his recent school trip.

“Still think ‘it’ll be great’?” Jason teases.

“Is Duke coming?” Dick asks, ignoring his prodding.

“Nah, Bruce took him to some family member’s house. Wanted him to be with them.”

“Should we have gone to the manor?” Dick asks, a hint of regret in his voice.

“Deep down, Bruce wants us to be happy and understands that we need a break from the manor. I think.”

When the fifth round of knocking begins, everyone silences and turns to look at the door. You wave a hand at Dick and walk to the door, listening to all of Dick’s brothers stand, ready to fight if necessary.

“Mr. Wayne,” you greet, surprised to see the billionaire father figure of your fiance at the door. “Come on in.”

Bruce looks around as he enters, shaking his head gently before holding up several large gift bags. “I brought presents if you don’t mind one more.”

“Of course not,” you and Dick say together.

The oven timer dings again, and you return to the kitchen alone, setting the cookies on a cooling rack before Dick joins you, turning off the oven for you.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? A quiet week with just me, you, and Haley is still an option. Haley’s holiday.”

“Dick, they are your family and they’re going to be mine. It’s Christmas. This is what Christmas is all about,” you insist, gently gripping his bicep.

Dick nods and leans down to kiss you, laughing against you as Haley squeezes between your legs and sits on your feet.

“Everyday is Haley’s holiday,” you point out.

“Spend New Year’s alone?” Dick suggests, his forehead leaned against yours.

“Not likely,” Tim calls.

“Tt. You have the best view of the fireworks from here, Grayson,” Damian adds.

“We could take Haley to Metropolis for the week,” Dick whispers to you.

“We’ll decide after Christmas,” you tell him, pecking his cheek quickly. “For now, Haley’s holiday, complete with family, is just beginning.”

#fluentmoviequoter12daysoffics #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson fanfiction #dick grayson fic #dick grayson x fem!reader #fem!reader

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felizketch · 1 month

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Hiii, I need some help naming the different variations/eras of Dick Grayson (it’s for a drawing idea)

Like ik the basic ones (listed below), but I was wondering if y’all could tell me if I’m missing any? (They don’t have to follow the main timeline) Tysm!! :3

Robin

Nightwing (Blue version)

Nightwing (Red version)

Discowing Nightwing

Ric Grayson

Vampire Dick Grayson

Young Justice (tv show) Robin

Talon Dick Grayson

Red X (I think??)

Batman

Performer at Haley’s Circus (pre-trauma)

Thanks for the help!! Stay tuned for the art!! :3

EDIT: (a continued list)

Agent 37 / Spyral era

Titans live action ver.

Superwing

Renegade

Officer Grayson

#nightwing #dick grayson #dc #dc comics #dc universe #Robin #dc vs vampires #young justice #Batman #nightwing comics #comics #🐈‍⬛

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thebisexualdogdad · 10 months

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Dick Grayson x Male!reader dating headcanons

*Yoshi Sudarso used as a fancast*

● you had known Dick since you were kids

● your father was a work friend of Bruce's so when Bruce adopted Dick he introduced you hoping that having a friend his age would help Dick adjust to his new life

● little did he know that the two of you would grow up and fall in love

● you started dating when you were 16

● found out about his secret identity at 19

● and moved in together at 21

● him coming home all beat up

● he taught you how to give him stitches when he's in too much pain to do it himself

● and he taught you how to defend yourself after you got mugged

● "you're getting pretty good at this," he says as you have him pinned to the training mat

● "watch out Dick, Gotham may have a new vigilante on its hands"

● "don't get ahead of yourself babe it takes more than a few self defense moves to be a vigilante"

● "Guess I'll just enjoy this view of you being underneath me instead"

● you were ecstatic when he brought Haley home

● "Y/N may I present to you the newest member of our family"

● "Oh my god Dick she's adorable what's her name?"

● "what do you think about the name Haley"

● "I love it, welcome home Haley"

● you absolutely spoil her rotten

● sneaking her people food when Dick isn't looking

● he pretends not to notice because he's happy that you love her as much as he does

● Haley loves when Barbara comes over to hang out cause she gets twice as many treats and cuddles

● going for long walks with Dick and Haley

● not being surprised anymore when he has to run off because he hears a crime happening down the street

● "I'll see you and Haley back at home! If I'm not too late I'll bring home sandwiches from the bodega!"

● Dick coming to your work to have lunch together

● "you were out all night aren't you tired?"

● "extremely but I promised you we'd have lunch today and I always keep my promises"

● Dick is the person that falls asleep the moment you put a movie on

● and when he wakes up he googles the highlights so he can pretend like he watched it

● "So what did you think?"

● "Oh yeah I loved it," slyly looking down at his phone, "especially the part where *insert random scene description here*"

● Tim went to Dick first for advice on how to ask out Bernad on a date

● "well how did you ask Y/N?"

● "I didn't, he asked me out"

● "you're no help where is Y/N he'll know what to do"

● you end up going on a double date with them so Tim is less nervous

● it goes great so double dates become a regular thing

● you don't see Jason as often, he just kind of shows up at your apartment sometimes

● "Jason what are you doing here?"

● "it's been a while and I was in the neighborhood so I thought I'd stop by"

● "you just want me to cook you dinner don't you"

● "Hey… I'm also here for Haley"

● and he usually has some kind of wound he hasn't properly cleaned up so he gets blood all over your furniture

● "Dick, please tell your brother to try and keep the bleeding to a minimum next time, I have to do enough bloody laundry for you as it is"

● one time Nightwing saved you from a killer croc attack at your work

● "thanks for the rescue Nightwing"

● "you're very welcome handsome stranger, maybe I'll have the pleasure of saving you again sometime"

● your co worker comes up to you when Nightwing leaves "dude nightwing was totally just flirting with you"

● "you think so? I wonder what it's like to date a superhero" you say with a sly smile

#dc imagine #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x male reader #x male reader #headcanons

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Omg could you possibly write about Wally finding Dick and his S/O on tiktok and showing it to the other members of the team?

Simping Hours

Dick Grayson x plus size reader

The Titans find Dick’s TikTok and are both intrigued and disgusted.

Warnings: fluff, Dick is a goddamn simp, swearing

WC: 822

Minors DNI

It was surprising that they hadn’t found it earlier, especially considering the sheer amount of surveillance technology in the Titans Tower alone. And as soon as Dick walked into the main meeting room and was met with 10 pairs of eyes, each in various stages of grief except for Wally who looked like he was about to combust with laughter, Dick knew that they knew.

“I will field one minute for questions.” He stated simply, placing his tablet at the end of the conference table and bracing his hands on the glass. The room exploded into a fit of questions but Wally was most definitely the loudest.

“How in the ever loving fuck, did she convince the great Nightwing, leader of the Teen Titans, Batman’s legacy, and the first Robin to make a TikTok page where he pretends to fawn over her?”

“Pretend to fawn over my very lovely, super sexy, kindest in the world, most incredible girlfriend ever?” Dick was deeply offended on your behalf, especially since the page was his idea in the first place.

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Like the start of most Saturdays, Dick was laying on top of you, half of his face squished into your, as he put it, ‘absolutely voluptuous’ chest, as he scrolled through TikTok. Having been trapped under him, you watched him watch videos, a very entertaining pastime. Your fingers carded through his silky hair, still damp from his morning shower.

Haley was on your left side, cold snout pressed into your shoulder as she slept in the crook of your arm. “You know, you could be a TikTok star.” His voice was gravely, still laced with sleep. His chin propped up against your sternum, letting you look into this big blues you loved so much.

“Could I now?” You teased, moving your hand from his hair to his jaw. He nuzzled into your touch much like Haley did.

“Yeah, ’s cause you’re so pretty. People would watch anything you do.”

“I could say the same thing about you, handsome.” He smiled dopey at you. Suddenly, his face lit up and his eyes sparkled with an idea.

“We should do it!”

“Do what?”

With a dramatic sigh, like he was aggravated at you, Dick rolled away and like a true gymnast, sprung to his feet. “Make a couple’s TikTok page obviously!”

Carefully sitting up without disturbing your still sleeping puppy, you eyed your boyfriend. “Yes obviously.” He pointed a finger at you.

“I don’t appreciate the sarcasm from you.” Quickly, he grabbed your hand and yanked you up, causing you to stumble and fall into his hard chest with a grunt. But there was no slowing him down, without missing a beat, he threw you over his shoulder and scooped up his phone with his other hand.

You bounced with each step he took, giggles being forced from your lungs as your limp body jerked against him. “D-i-i-i-ck!” You cried out but it did no more than spur him on even more.

“H-o-o-o-ney!” He retorted, deliberately jumping up and down to force more laughter from your already spent lungs as he entered the small living room of your apartment. “Now!” He threw you, well more like carefully placed you down with a sloppy kiss to your cheek, onto the couch. “Let’s get this party started!”

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There were hundreds of videos on the page, ranging from Dick watching you put on makeup with literal heart eyes, to him cataloging a surprise trip for your anniversary. There was even one video, that admittedly was his favourite, where you and Haley wore matching Christmas sweaters and then gifted him with his own. He may or may not have cried a little bit when that happened.

Dick’s gaze scanned over his team before he met Wally’s eyes. “The page was my idea, I thought it was cute. And according to our 2 million followers, the world also thinks we’re cute.” He shrugged nonchalantly, like it was the most obvious thing ever.

“But-but why?” It was Konner that spoke up then, his face still twisted with an expression of confusion and disbelief.

But Dick didn’t have a chance to answer before Kori took the opportunity to speak. “I believe it is a way for the two of them to share their love that they have for each other with the world. And I agree, they are quite… adorable.” Nightwing gave the princess a kind smile.

“Exactly, and we have a lot of fun doing it. Aaaaand, that’s minute over so can we please get back to work?” There was a brief shout of rebuttal but it was quickly silenced by Kaldur'ahm clapping a palm over Wally’s mouth and with a nod to Dick, the meeting continued.

But as the meeting came to an end and everyone was slowly filtering out, Dick happened a glance at his phone and his heart stopped.

Jaybird - I just found something very interesting on TikTok.

Well, fuck.

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webshootersandwingdings · 1 year

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A Switch AND a PS5? A man of culture.

#nightwing #dick grayson #bitewing #Nightwing x Haley #haley the dog #hero pets #dc comics #comic art #comic panels #dc comic panels #dc comics art #comics #comic books #comic book art

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Cheshire's Chase

《Catlad/Stray x Reader! HEADCANONS》

More Catlad Tim! HEADCANONS! Mini fic at end! Slight Robin Au too!

Tim is obsessed with the Batfamily (Regardless if you are Robin/Vigilante! Reader)

Tim often writes in a small journal about the crime-fighting family!

He looks up to Dick since he met him before at Haley's circus before his parents had became a bit detached.

Jason never met Tim as Robin, but did look up to him! Finding this Robin a tad bit cooler than when the first Robin was taking crooks down.

Nightwing on the other hand babies Catlad when Tim is first starting out! The two would even sneak out from their parents- *ahem* "parental guardians", to get some air and just talk. [Tim just straight-up fanboying and trying to play it cool. He asks questions about Batman, Nightwing, Robin, and etc.

Sighing stupidly at your phone, you felt your cheeks, warm as an oven and your heart all mushy. A small squeal leaves your lips as you twirl about on your way to Wayne manor. A skip in your step without a care in the world as you ring the doorbell.

Instead of Alfred greeting you, Bruce Wayne meets you at the front door.

"Ah, (Y/N), thank you for arriving in such short notice."

"Of course Mr. Wayne!" You yell, a bit too much excitement in your voice.

The play-boy billionaire eyes you with a questioning look. "Alright.. Well, I must head off now. Alfred and Dick will be back to the manor in a few hours. You know the rules, so I'll be off. Take care of Damien, have a good one!" The CEO waves goodbye as he heads to his garage.

You do a small wave back, soon heading inside the lustrous manor.

Your feet tapping against the cold floor as you wander around the manor for the "baby" you were supposed to be "sitting".

"(L/N)." Damien calls out to you from the stairs to the upstairs bedrooms. Ace and Titus sitting beside him with straightened postures.

You smile at the tiny kid, waving at him to come down. He does so, with a eye-roll and a click of his tongue. The two dogs following behind him like soldiers.

"You seem in good spirits (L/N), more so than usual." The boy said, the two of you outside in the ginormous backyard as you pick up a toy ball for the dogs.

"Ooohh... Yeah, I-I guess something good did happen today...!" You state, your voice becoming higher pitched and faster. Ignoring Damien's cold stare as you throw the toy ball, Ace runs after it, while Titus looks at his Master for confirmation. Damien nods, smirking a bit at his animal companion as he runs off toward Ace.

"Well what is it?"

""Scuse me?"

"What made you this "happy" today?" The young Wayne reiterates, petting Ace and Titus once they brought back the ball and another ball?

Where did they find the other one??

"IT-S Uhnnn, teenage stuff, it'll make you SO BOreeed, don't worry about it, kay?!" You grab one of the balls and chuck it so fast and far it flew outside the gardens.

"Damn.. I mean! DANG!" You try to censor yourself, forgetting there was a child present.

"(L/N), I know what cursing is, your just like Grayson whenever he loses his balance." Damien scoffs, and you chuckle at the oh-so "perfect Garyson" falling on his face whenever he tries to black-flip to impress you and Damien.

"I know, but your still a ity-bity tike! I don't wanna ruin your child like innocence!" You whine dramatically, attempting to go in for a hug as Damien expertly avoids your hug attack.

"Augh, your worse than Garyson!" He hisses, this time changing his route to inside the manor.

"Come on, we need to get that ball back!"

"Fine..!" You groan out, pouting. "But I think it's an accomplishment that I'm worse than him!"

Wandering around the Crest Hill neighborhood, you stare in awe at the pristine houses and ginormous manors and mansions of rich households.

Damien nudged your leg when he noticed the stupid expression on your face.

"You've seen Wayne Manor before, these buildings aren't as amazing. That one over there isn't even old, it's rather plain too."

You eye the one Damien pointed out curiously, "who's home is it?"

Damien shoots you a look, which you could only offer a timid smile.

The boy sighs and names all the residents on the street, explaining to you the reasons he even knew were due to his father's connections with the higher upper-class citizens of Gotham. Most of them attended the charities they frequented.

"The newer building is Drake Manor-"

Damien becomes quiet as he turns around, you following his position.

A familiar teen walks up to the two of you...

Oh.

SHIT-

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?"

Your body trembles in place as you turn around, Damien who notices your frightened stance. Glares at the newcomer that decided to approach the two of you.

"TIM- I-I mean! Hi-! Drake, Tim Drake??" You babble, wanting to find the nearest rock and crush it on your skull.

"Uhm, yeah, that's me.. Why are you in Crest Hill? I thought you... Wait, do you live here?" Tim coughed, realizing his slip up.

"OH-ya see.. I had.. A baby-sitting gig, so that's why I'm here. BU-Ut... No, I don't live here, in this area, or neighborhood."

Tim's eyes don't meet your own, he rubs the back of his neck and apologized for the assumption.

"No! It's fine, really!" You honestly were just more focused on the fact Tim even knew you existed. The two of you didn't really talk with each other, except on the occasional "hi" or nod in greeting when seeing each other. (Which would always light up your day!)

"And the one that does live here is standing beside me." You gestured to Damien, who squares up in front of Tim.

Not frightened or shy by the lanky looking male in front of him.

"It was nice seeing you, Drake. But we have to keep looking for our ball, excuse us."

Damien, grabs your hand, trying to tug you away, but you stay rooted on the sidewalk.

"W-well I guess will see each other later?"

" Definitely," Tim said. His slips form into a grin as he walks back to his destination.

"Yeah.." You giggle stupidly.

Once Tim was out of sight and hearing, you stumble forward as Damien pulls you along.

"Wait! Damien! Calm down! My legs are asleep right now!" You cry out, he ignored you as the two of you find the ball and head back to the manor.

Mini Catlad And Other Batbrats HEADCANONS

Nightwing babies Catlad when first meeting them. Red Hood shoots at him, Robin tried to kill him.

Robin in this Au has a fun rivalry with Catlad, the two often bickering instead of fighting, or both at the same time.

I would like to think Catlad has intentionally flirted with you while babysitting Robin or Damien just to piss off the kid. But I can see that the two respect each other. But won't admit it unless they were both about to die.

"What's wrong?" Catlad smiles evilly at the two of you, or rather, mostly towards Robin. Who seemed fed up with the thief's antics. While you and Damien had decided to go to the museum to check out a new exhibit. (Dick had begged you to take Damien in his steed because of reasons.)

But, the two cat burglars had decided to make an entrance...

Batman was off running after Catwoman, while Robin stood protectively in front of you. Glaring at the cat-themed villain, while you smile at Catlad. Remembering the two of you rendezvous on apartment roof-tops a few days back.

You started to pray for his safety when Robin threw out a flash bomb at your friend.

[Hope you guys enjoyed it! I need to start thinking about making a bat-brats as villain series. Also, hint for the next one, it's gonna be a hoot! Get it?]

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i-talk-too-much · 2 years

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A Misunderstanding (Part 1)

Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,945

Warnings: almost sexual assault, smut in later chapters, attempted robbery

A/N: this was requested! there will either be more than two parts, or just another part. only time will tell. hopefully y’all enjoy!

(Part 2)

Summary: You and Dick were childhood friends before you both drifted apart - him living with Bruce and you moving away. You are reunited after you move to Gotham and Nightwing saves you from a criminal.

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16 Years Ago

You sat on the benches, jittering on the edge of your seat as you watched your friend, Dick, swing on the trapeze with the net set below him. You were always in awe when you watched him. The way he jumped and spun in the air made your eyes shimmer – his actions making him look free. The grin on his face expressed the joy and satisfaction he felt and you knew then that he belonged here, flying through the air. He was part of The Flying Graysons after all.

When Dick was finished practicing, he jumped off the ledge, landing atop the safety net. A giggle escaped his mouth when his body gently rocked up and down as the net settled. He always liked jumping into the net when he was done.

You bolted up and ran to him, wanting to help him out and praise him on the newest trick he learned. As he moved across the net, his hand found yours, holding onto it as he jumped down. Your hands remained intertwined as he stood next to you and you two began walking to the benches where Dick's water bottle and towel sat.

"Dickie, that was amazing!" You chattered excitedly. "The way you spun in the air was just…” Your sentence ended with a dreamy sigh, the hand holding his swinging energetically back and forth. He matched your energy and swung your hand with the same force.

"Thanks, I've been practicing that for weeks!" His face was almost animated – his cheeks a rosy pink and his eyes bright and lively. His smile was infectious – as it always was – and a smile quirked your lips involuntarily.

"I can't wait to see the show," you said, grinning. "I got tickets and everything! I'm going to come as early as I can to get the best seats." You remembered last year when you came late and had to sit in the back, too far to see Dick's face clearly. You pouted the entire time and he had to give you a hug after the show to cheer you up.

A laugh bubbled on his lips at your words.

"Yeah, you don't want to be stuck by the wall again, huh?" He dropped your hand once you reached the benches to pick up his bottle and took a big gulp, grateful for the cool liquid running down his throat.

You picked up the towel and wiped his face once he put down the bottle. He closed his eyes and let you do so, moving his head to give you better access to his neck. You spoke.

"Do you know what city you're going to next?" You weren't too curious, but you wanted to keep talking to fill the air. The acute awareness that he was leaving soon made your heart lurch.

He always visited your city every year and stayed at most for two weeks. You had met him two years ago when your family took you to watch Haley's circus act after your incessant pleading. When your family stayed after the show to meet The Flying Graysons, you and Dick hit it off immediately – with the two of you being the same age. You hung out every day after that before he had to leave for the next city. Now, you visited him each day when he was in your area, cherishing every moment you spent together.

"I think it's Gotham City," he replied, a light note in his voice. "I've never been there before so I'm excited."

The anticipation he felt was clear, his hands curled into fists from the excitement as he brought them up to pump the air. You smiled a little at his enthusiasm but the feeling of sadness dampened the intensity of it. Your face visibly fell as the feeling became stronger. It was a few days before he had to leave. The circus typically left soon after the show was over.

Dick's grin quickly vanished when he noticed your expression, his hands immediately lowering and unfurling at his sides.

"What's wrong?" He asked, the worry evident in his tone. You didn't meet his eyes, your arms wrapped around yourself.

"I don't want you to leave already." Your words were quiet. Heat rose to your cheeks at having exposed your innermost thoughts.

Dick surged forward and threw his arms around you, making you step back at the force of it. Your arms moved to circle around him, holding him tightly.

"I'll come back, Y/N. Don't worry," he said firmly. "I'll send you lots of postcards like I always do! I'll even add more pictures so you don't forget what I look like."

The last sentence made you giggle.

"I'll never forget what you look like, Dickie." You buried your face into his neck but pushed away from him when you felt his sweat touch your face. "Ewwww!"

Dick burst into laughter, doubling over when he saw the look of pure disgust on your features. You scrubbed at your face with your arms and huffed with embarrassment.

"Sorry, sorry," he laughed, wiping away tears, and reached out to hold your hand, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. "I’m really gonna miss you."

Your cheeks heated once more and your fingers tightened around his own.

"I'll miss you a lot, too," you breathed out. "Promise me that you'll be okay. I don't want you falling and breaking your head." You accompanied your words with a furrow of your brows, trying to appear as stern as a nine-year-old could.

"I promise," he drawled out, like a child listening to their parent repeat the same rule over and over again. At that, you grinned, satisfied with his response and tugged at his hand to follow you.

"Come on! I want to say bye to your parents before I go." You rushed to the back rooms with Dick in tow, him gaining speed and moving to pull you instead.

Shortly after bidding the three of them farewell, you ran off home before your family would scold you for staying out too long. That night, you dreamt of a large open field, running after Dick while the two of you laughed joyfully.

Three days later, you watched Dick and his parents swing from one side of the center stage to the other. Their graceful jumps and twirls were always a wonder to behold. The gasps and the amazement from the audience made your heart swell – pride filled all of your being. When the entire show was over, you ran to Dick and swept him in a tight hug. A bad feeling was rushing over you, but you chalked it up to him having to leave, and nothing more.

Had you known what was going to happen, you would’ve prolonged your time together – at least a little bit – and hugged his parents. They were always kind to you and gifted you candy when you visited their son. Instead, you left with little more than a goodbye and made your way home, already wishing the year passed quickly.

A few days after the circus crew packed up the tent and all their materials, Dick left your city, beginning his travel to Gotham. Not even a week had passed and your family unexpectedly told you the news that you will all move to another city in less than a week – where the pay was better.

You started tearing up. You didn’t want to leave the place where you grew up or any of your friends. Your family comforted you. They told you that you’d easily make new friends – you had a bright and kind personality that made you get along effortlessly with others.

It wasn’t until all your stuff was loaded into the car and you sat in the backseat, that you remembered Dick didn’t know you were moving. He had no way of knowing your new address and you couldn’t send him a letter – you didn’t know if they arrived at Gotham yet, or what address Haley’s Circus accepted letters from. You resigned yourself to the belief that Dick would one day visit your new city and the both of you would reunite.

Of course, that never happened.

Dick’s parents were caught in a brutal accident while performing in Gotham, leading to Bruce Wayne taking him in as his ward. You cried when you heard the news – memories of his kind and loving parents made your chest hurt. You could only imagine how painful it was for him – they were his parents, after all.

Two months after the horrific tragedy, you gathered the courage to send him a letter. In it, you wrote all about how much you wanted to hold him, help him get through this. That you wanted to be by his side and show him he’s not alone. You added your address so he could send a message back and you eagerly waited, hoping to get the chance to see him one day.

Only, he never replied.

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Present Day

You rushed home from Gotham University, making sure to the best of your abilities that you weren’t being followed by anyone suspicious. It was already past 10 o’clock at night, so you were being careful – Gotham was infamous for its ‘lively’ nightlife, after all.

You had lost track of time in the library, studying for the final that was next week. If you passed this exam, you would be one step closer to receiving your graduate degree. You worked tirelessly for it. Having a part-time job to help pay for the tuition meant having less time for your classes, but you made do. At least the rent was cheap.

You decided to cut through an empty alleyway. Up ahead was your apartment building so you felt that the shortcut was worth it. The silent figure creeping up behind you, however, made you realize otherwise.

You felt the cold blade of the knife at your neck before the sound of the person’s harsh voice.

“Give me all your money, lady.”

Your breath hitched, cold sweat beginning to drip down your back. You swallowed, feeling the knife shift from the movement.

“Okay,” you said, your voice shaky. “My wallet’s in m-my bag, so give me a second.”

“Hurry up.”

At that, your fingers moved to dig into your bag, your panic making you fumble more than you would’ve liked. More than he liked.

“Fucking hell, hurry up!”

You flinched at the bellow of his voice, the shake of your body growing more intense. Finally, you found your wallet and quickly held it out to the side of you for him to take. He roughly snatched it out of your hands and the knife shifted off your neck. His hands moved to open the wallet to check the contents, giving you the chance to rush forward and escape.

“Hey!” He yelled out. He quickly caught up to you and yanked on your hand to pull you backwards – the force so strong that it sent you tumbling onto the ground, your bag’s contents littering across the concrete. You yelped at the pain that spread through your hands and bottom. “Since when did I say you were free to go?”

He stood above you now, his looming figure more terrifying now that you were facing him. The cruel coldness was almost radiating off his being. An apathetic expression on his face was faintly visible in the dimly lit alleyway.

“I-I gave you all my money! I don’t have anything else!”

His lips curled up as his tongue jutted out to wet them – a disgusting grin that expressed just what he wanted of you. “You sure? I know something else you could give me.”

Your eyes widened and your breaths came out unevenly. This couldn’t be happening. You couldn’t–

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. A yell was almost bubbling in the back of your throat – you needed to scream out, get someone’s attention. Anyone’s attention.

But before you could, the man standing in front of you was slammed into the wall – a pained ‘oof’ leaving his throat. The force of the collision was strong enough to knock him out, as was evident from his body remaining motionless on the floor. You didn’t dare move.

A man in a black and blue spandex suit crouched above him, checking his pulse, before he turned to you. You noticed the blue symbol on his chest, faintly registering it to belong to one of the vigilantes that worked with Batman. You stayed quiet, wanting to see what he would do next.

“Are you alright?” His voice was gentle and firm – fitting of a hero. You let out the breath you were holding and allowed yourself to move.

“No,” you replied honestly, your voice barely above a whisper. You attempted to stand up, but your legs couldn’t hold your weight with how much they trembled. You lurched to the side and your savior rushed forward, holding you up so you didn’t collapse onto the floor. “Thanks.”

“It’s no problem.” He steadied you and let go once he was sure that you wouldn’t be meeting the ground anytime soon. His gaze dropped down and you followed, noticing all the stuff that splayed from your bag.

You shot back down to the floor, hurriedly trying to gather all your things so you could finally escape the narrow alleyway. He knelt by you as well, moving to assist you. His fingers landed on your wallet and the fallen ID next to it, picking it up and reading the printed name.

“Y/N L/N?”

Your eyes moved away from your bag and to his face. His eyes were already on you, seemingly searching your features. “Yes?”

“Oh, uh,” he faltered, looking away. “That’s a nice name.” His voice sounded tense.

Your brows furrowed. “Thank…you?”

With that, he placed your ID into your wallet and handed it to you, your fingers brushing ever-so-slightly.

“Let me walk you home.” His voice almost sounded eager, but that couldn’t be right. Maybe he offered that for every person he saved?

“No, it’s okay,” you politely declined, adjusting your bag then pointing. “My apartment is right over there.”

He glanced in that direction but refocused his attention on you. Something in the way his body rigidly stood made it seem like he didn’t want to leave you be. Yet, he resignedly moved to the side.

“Right. I’ll let you be on your way, then,” he said, his voice adopting a casual tone. You made to walk past but stopped before leaving, turning towards him.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” You looked up at him, a small smile forming on your lips. “Thank you for saving me. If it wasn’t for you, he would’ve…” Your voice trailed off, the implication obvious from the previous situation. “Just, thank you.”

“Of course.” The corners of his lips tugged upwards, dimples forming on his cheeks. You returned with a grateful nod of your head, turning away and walking the short distance to your building. All the while, feeling his stare simmer on your back.

Once inside your apartment, you dropped your bag onto the kitchen table, allowing the gravity of what almost transpired to wash over you.

You were almost sexually assaulted. If it wasn't for Nightwing swooping in and rendering the man unconscious, he would've forced you to do disgusting things. Your body shuddered at the thought.

The relief that accompanied the dread in your being made you aware of the pain that coursed through you. Your hands stung from harshly scraping against the concrete floor when you were knocked over. You checked them, seeing dried and fresh blood seeping out of your wounds. This wasn't going to be fun, you thought.

You were right – sitting at the table with your first aid kit and painfully cleaning the bloody mess made you curse outward, almost yelling everytime the hydrogen peroxide touched your skin. After countless minutes of painstaking cleaning, your hands were bandaged and free from any risk of an infection.

You yawned, glancing at the clock. 11:53 PM. Your day tomorrow was already shaping up to be hell.

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For the next few days, you had the unsettling feeling that you were being watched.

After the incident with the mugger, you made sure to not stay out past sundown, but even so, you repeatedly felt eyes on you. Your gaze constantly darted to your surroundings, checking rooftops and alleyways. You were sure you looked insane, but with the resulting paranoia, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

It was four days later that you saw Nightwing again. You were sitting on your couch, working on an assignment when a knock sounded through the living room. Your brows furrowed. It didn’t seem like it came from your front door.

The knock sounded again. This time, you realized it came from your window. Your body tensed, irrationally thinking it was that mugger from the other night. You slowly creeped your way to the window, pushing the curtains away and peering outside. You yelped and almost stumbled when you saw the face peering back.

Nightwing. What was he doing here? And how did he know which window was yours?

His lips were moving. Open the window, he mouthed. You scrambled to do so, lifting the window with great force.

“What are you doing here?” You couldn’t keep the bewilderment from your voice. The man was crouched on your fire escape, one hand resting on the railing.

He hesitated, seemingly at a loss for words. Finally, he cleared his throat and opened his mouth, remembering what it was he came here for.

“I came to check up on you, make sure you were okay.” His tone was even, no hint of his inner thoughts. Your face was still scrunched in confusion.

“Well,” you responded. “I’m doing perfectly fine. Besides my messed up hands, anyway.” He glanced when you displayed them, splaying your fingers to show the damage. “They’re not too bad now, though.”

You saw the twitch of his brow at the sight of your wounds.

"You didn't tell me you were injured," he said, voice low.

You shrugged. “Didn't realize 'til I got home."

His mouth tightened slightly, the movement almost imperceptible. You were shocked to realize you were staring at his lips so much to even notice.

“Can I take a look at your hands? To make sure that they’re healing okay.” His hand gestures conveyed that he wanted to do so inside your apartment, where the lighting was much better.

Analyzing his facial expression for a moment, you recognized the obvious signs of concern. You thought it over, thinking that if he wanted to hurt you he would’ve done so already. That idea sent you nodding before you even realized, opening your mouth to accept his request. “Okay.”

You stepped aside and he pushed open the window further, allowing himself to crawl through. His feet softly thudded against your wooden floors. He hummed appreciatively as he surveyed your apartment. “Nice place. Cozy.”

You snorted. “Thanks, I made sure to make it look nice. Just for you,” you joked, the sarcasm thick in your voice. “Do you want to sit on the couch?”

He moved to the couch instead of answering, taking a seat on one end and looking at you expectedly – so you did the same. When you settled into the spot next to him, he took your hand gently and lifted it palms up. His fingers deftly undid the bandage that wrapped around it and his eyes expertly analyzed the wound. While he was occupied, you took that moment to observe his features.

His hair was dark, nearly black. The wavy strands looked silky and you almost wanted to glide your other hand through them. From his hair, your eyes traveled to his face. The mask that adorned it left his nose and mouth free, allowing you to admire the shape of his lips. They didn’t look dry, a trait that made you quirk your head internally. You thought the cold air blowing on them constantly would’ve dried them out.

A gentle poke on your palm pulled your attention away from his face. His finger traced the edges of the wound, the sensation making you want to scratch at it. What was he doing?

Your question still wasn’t answered when he looked up, your eyes locking. He gazed at you silently and you continued your previous observation, this time with his face now towards you. His jawline was sharp, the shape attractively masculine.

You couldn’t put a finger on it, but there was something about him that made you feel like you knew him already. The way he carried himself, the way he spoke – it all felt familiar. Like it was on the tip of your tongue. Before you could voice your thoughts, he spoke.

“It looks good. No sign of an infection.” His tone was quiet, calm. He skillfully rewrapped your palm and you took your hand back, now feeling awkward in the silence that ensued. You wanted to ask him if you met him before, but every time you opened your mouth, you couldn’t figure out how to word it properly and ended up shutting your mouth. Finally, you decided to just ask him outright.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” Your words were accompanied by the quirk of your brow and tilting yourself closer to him. He shifted in his seat, slightly angling his body away from you, seemingly surprised by the question.

“What makes you say that?” He sounded casual, purposefully relaxing his body to portray an air of calm. It bothered you that you could read him so easily. You shouldn’t be able to read him so easily.

“I don’t know – there’s just something about you. It’s like I met you before.”

The corner of his mouth lifted, an almost cocky smile gracing his face. But it felt wrong. “Maybe you’ve just seen my face on the papers. I am a superhero, you know.”

You pursed your lips into a hard line, unimpressed by his pseudo arrogance.

“That. That right there.” You pointed your finger at him. “I can tell you’re faking that.” A snort left his lips and you scoffed, realizing where his mind went. “You know what I mean.”

He lifted his hands up in mock-resignation and stood up, pacing towards the window. “And I stand by what I said. Maybe you’ve just seen my face one too many times on the internet.” He turned towards you. “And now that you've seen me in person, it feels like you’ve met me before,” he said, shrugging.

You didn’t agree with his logic, but you didn’t want to keep discussing it if he was so eager to avoid the question. You got up from the couch and made your way over to the window, lifting it up for the man in front of you.

“If you say so,” you mumble. He climbed through and turned back around once he was fully on the fire escape.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Try not to stay out so late again, alright?” He didn’t wait for a response before he shot out his grappling hook and lept off, swinging into the city.

“Goodnight,” you whispered into the chilled air. You shut the window before going back to your discarded laptop. The assignment that was due this week seemed so miniscule when superheroes existed. You sunk back into the couch and resumed what you were doing before Nightwing arrived. Your head fell backwards when your mind couldn’t focus, only thoughts of him filling your brain. This was going to be a long night.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x you #dick grayson #dick grayson fic #im still figuring out things to tag #what else is there #is this truly angst or fluff? I mean #not yet? idk man #A Misunderstanding

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 4 months

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Pretty good answers, happy new year! 🥳 here’s the first questions of 2024! :D

1: since Jake & mar’i are descendants of a feline race, would it make sense to have a fear of dogs or at least the bigger ones?

2: what does the duo do on New Year’s Eve?

3: does the duo do anything special on New Year’s Day or is that day treated like any other day?

4: what’s one secret does the duo have, besides the obvious stuff like secret identities? Like Chris saw Kon scratching his butt and sniffing it & Kon tells Chris don’t tell the others for example.

5: what’s their sense of humor like? Besides the silver age puns they like to do?

6: here’s season 3 of Superman & Lois rewrite: after the battle with Zod, mysterious purple kryptonite came into the world from the phantom zone; which gave regular people powers, Bruno mainhuim, the crime boss of metropolis, mange to grab a hold of it & turn it into a drug (which is X-kryptnite, in the series) & sold it like how normal drugs are sold. A group of bullies at Jons & Chris’s school mange to get some (because of plot lol) & either bully Chris & Jon at school or become a group of small super villains that robs bank & pick on anybody weaker than them. Of course Superman, Nightwing, & superboy stop them, with Chris & Jon doing bullying tatics as a sort of karma & irony like wedgies & diping their heads in puddles of water. The season ends with Bruno being stop and put in jail & all the purple kryptnite being destroyed or lock in the fortress.

And now, about four days after the first day lol, here’s the first answers of 2024 @pin-crusher2000 ;-)

1) While it’s a common thought among many who take note of that genetic lineage, since Jake has Haley aka Bitewing as his canine companion and gets along well enough with both Krypto and Ranger whenever The Kents bring them up, it’s more dependent on how used to the dogs in question Mar’i and Jake are. Basically, like with real cats and dogs living together, it depends on how long they know each other and how used to each other’s company they are.

2) It’s a massive gathering at Titans Tower where both Graysons and Kents visit, along with all the other Titans International, the Batfamily, even some Justice Leaguers and JSA members. The Duo usually stick next to their fellow StarKnights, hanging out in Dick’s own room and talking about their plans for the year ahead of them. Once it comes time for the Big Countdown, every single person there is gathered at the Ops Room to watch. Once Midnight hits, Chris and Jake take the karaoke set and do an impromptu show of their favorite songs for the crowds. The Duo themselves stay up at least until around 2 am since the day after was still in Winter Break for them

3) As for the following New Year’s Day, I can see the Duo take it relatively slow. First after helping with clean up efforts from last night, they’d be at the Grayson apartment, in Jake’s room making a small New Year live stream and play through of some old games, mainly the Pipeworks Godzilla Trilogy (Destroy All Monsters Melee, Save the Earth and Unleashed). They would of course invite Meredith and Thara for the chat. Finally for the night, they’d go on a quick patrol across Bludhaven, taking down any smaller crime activity and pulling over drunk drivers before wrapping it all up and getting rest for tomorrow.

4) I say Chris once confessed to Jake of one time he let a little piglet from the barnyard into his room after it got spooked by a passing thunderstorm despite usually animals not being allowed in besides the dogs. Clark was the only one who found out about it and allowed Chris to keep that pig with him for the night, later making small renovations to the barn so the sounds of thunder would be muffled and not scare animals like said piglet as much anymore.

On a more funny note, Jake in turn tells his best friend one time attempts watching R Rated horror flick on Halloween at Midnight. Like so R Rated and horrifying, even grown adults were reported to faint when it first came out in theaters. Needless to say, Jake shutting down the tv and making a run for his bed all happens within less then five minutes. Just how for once Dick wasn’t able to deduce who put that movie in the dvd player that night is nothing short of astonishing as far as Jake’s concerned.

5) Besides from the intentional puns in the battlefield and the unintentional slapstick they do to themselves, the Duo primarily like the art of riffing and snarking. This especially shows itself when on some nights they hang out, sometimes with some of their friends, they’d watch some old cheesy 1950s-1970s B movies, having a good laugh at the hokey performances, bizarre plots, and just plain bad special effects. It’s a tradition Jake inherited from Dick who would do the same some nights with his own birth father John. For reference of that act, look up Mystery Science Theater 3000 and that’ll clarify things a bit.

6) Ah something simple and yet can involve all three main Supers. Maybe for a subplot that eventually congeals naturally into the main plot has Lois be the first to notice the change in some people on the streets who received their newfound superpowers, putting her journalism skills to use. If anything, elevating her status with in the Daily Planet as a successor to Perry White

I like it A Lot

#chris kent #jake grayson #starburst duo #new year #Meredith Robinson #thara ak var #dick grayson #superman and lois #clark kent #jonathan samuel kent #lois lane

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