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dxckgrxsonx · 1 year

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Disrespectful Dick choking you and not letting you breathe until you cum for him 😮‍💨 I am thinking THOUGHTS

your thoughts have killed me. im dead. im asking for your hand in marriage.

Dick’s hand curls over your neck, his fingers pressing firm and unyielding against your throat. Every single thought in your head splinters apart when you try to inhale around the pressure, but the oxygen just drags thin and empty into your lungs; it's not enough.

He tightens his fist, only a fraction, but you practically hit the roof.

“Oh–” You gasp, chest heaving, words barely audible. “–oh fuck.”

“There you go.” Dick praises, grinding his hips up into the space between your legs. “There’s my good girl.”

Hands tied behind your back you tip your head away from Dick’s hand, trying to find a way to get something substantial into your chest. He follows your motion, sniggers and grins at the look on your face, halfway between pleading and utter bliss.

“No, no, baby. You can’t run from this.” He drawls, “You’ve got nowhere to go, tied up and sat on my cock. You’ve got to take it, you don’t have a choice.”

His fist loosens just a fraction and you hardly have the chance to inhale before he tightens it again, forcing you to work for even a scrap of breath. The rush of blood through your veins is deafening and you grind down, fuck yourself on Dick’s thick cock.

Using his free hand, Dick circles your wet, twitching clit with his thumb. The little nub throbs against the pad of his thumb and Dick smirks, his gaze dark and penetrating. He glances at your face, sees your shoulders flex when you tug at your restraints.

Whimpering as loud as you can, you barely manage to make it audible. Dick hears it but does nothing other than thrust up into your soaking pussy, cutting off the sound into a pitiful pleading moan.

Helpless.

You’re utterly helpless and he knows it.

“Love having you like this, baby.” Dick breathes, still strumming your aching clit with his thumb. “You look almost pathetic really, I mean look at you, you’re about to cry, aren’t you?”

Dick blurs before your eyes, his pretty face morphing into a watery splash of vague colours and shapes. Tears bubble up along your lower lashes and stream down your cheeks, throat working hard against his palm.

Shuddering in his lap you barely have the strength to lift your hips, have resorted to grinding desperately, rocking just enough to get his fat length hitting the right spots inside you. Your arousal leaks out around his cock, drooling over his full balls and smearing wet and sticky over his navel.

Letting you pull in another breath, Dick hums thoughtfully when you clamp around his cock, clit swelling and throbbing in warning.

“I’m not letting you breathe until you come.” He says, and his voice is wicked. “Does your cockdrunk brain understand that, baby? Come all over my cock and I'll let you breathe, ‘kay?”

Fighting against the bonds around your wrists you sob and try to say his name, but you can hardly think, thoughts swimming and shattering halfway up your throat.

“You’re not breathing until your wet little cunt squeezes my cock.” Dick growls, stuffing himself into your pussy, stretching you open. “I know you’re close, I can feel you getting tighter. Are you going to come or pass out first?”

Gasping open mouthed for breath that Dick won’t allow you to have, you convulse, pussy exploding and clamping down around his cock.

“There we fucking go.” Dick moans, releasing your throat immediately. “You dirty girl, only sluts come from being choked.”

You wail in response, voice raw and choked up, tears streaming down your cheeks, “Dick–ohmygod fuck.” You gasp for breath, head spinning. “I can’t–shit fuckfuckfuck–I can’t…”

His hand rests over your throat again, not squeezing, just resting there. Your pulse pounds hard enough that you’re convinced he can feel it.

“I think you can.” Dick says. “I think I can make you come again…I think you want to come again.” Rubbing tight circles on your clit he hums when you flinch. “It’s not like you can do anything to stop me with your hands tied behind your back anyway.”

“Please!” You try, unable to come down from your high with the way he keeps thumbing at your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Pleasepleaseplease. Dick–baby–please.”

“I knew you wanted to come again, baby.” Dick grins, interpreting your pleas in the way that best benefits him. “Such a greedy little pussy.”

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makethatelevenrings · 1 year

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Asking Dick if you can take care of him for the night after he spent all day spoiling you for Valentine’s Day. “Can I spoil my good boy tonight?” Dick just melts at your request.

Listen, I started off intentionally with this being risque but....things happened asldjflaksdjf

There was something in the sharp line of his jaw and the solid nature of his shoulders that tipped you off. Dick was a hurricane wrapped in softness, but the layers of sherpa and silk were being worn off to reveal the rage concealed beneath.

Eldest daughter syndrome, you had joked once. Dick had this constant need to care for others, even when it wore him down into a pile of exhausted bones. He shouldered the weight of two cities, a family of reckless vigilantes, and teams of overexcited teen heroes.

When your Atlas stumbled inside after patrol, you saw how slow he moved. His lithe, nimble form stumbled over the ledge of the window but you were there. Your hands enclosed around his shoulders and he collapsed into you.

He had given you a perfect Valentine’s Day. Movies and kisses and your favorite candies. Flowers and muted promises and tender hugs. Now it was your turn. This relationship wasn’t 50-50, it was whoever could give their all at that moment would let the other sink into them. Dick Grayson, protector of Bludhaven, collapsed into you and you clasped your hands over his head, guarding him from the world.

“Let me take care of you,” you breathed against his inky dark hair. His forehead pressed against the soft flesh of your stomach and his grip tightened on the back of your thighs. The tight coils of his shoulders slowly began to unravel under the soothing ministrations of your fingers as you kneaded into the kevlar weave of his uniform.

“Please, Dickie, let me take care of my good boy. Let me spoil you.”

He unfurled entirely, the ropes snapping and canvas tearing across the brilliant sky that consumed him. You breathed life into him in a way that no one else seemed capable of doing. He nodded and gave himself over to you.

Taking his gloved hand, you raised it and kissed the tip of each of his capable fingers. Sliding off his glove, his breath hitched at the contrast of his rough, callous-covered palm in comparison to your buttery soft skin.

No amount of blood on his hands could scare you away.

Because you would help him wash it off.

I'm writing drabbles and headcanons for Valentine's Day! See my pinned post to request :)

#dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #nightwing imagine #nightwing x reader #dick grayson #nighwing #valentine’s day series

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jason-todd-fangirl-14 · 2 months

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So this is my first time writing anything on Tumblr so please bear with me while I try and figure out how this app works lol. Any tips would be greatly appreciated. I’m probably going to do another part of this with other Batman characters (when I get to know more characters that is. I only just recently got into DC and Batman in general so my knowledge is either pretty basic or not a lot). Anyways, without further ado, this is how I imagine the Batfam’s hugs would be or feel like while they hug the reader. Let’s start with an individual who’s most likely to actually hug someone, and that’s…

Alfred Pennyworth

Let’s face it, the man is the kindest one there is. Aside from another character that I’ll get to next, he is the most likely to hug you. I imagine his hugs to be as warm as the biggest and fluffiest blanket. If you were sad, he’d definitely be the first one to comfort you, and once he knows you’re stable, he would make sure your comfort food is stalked up for whenever you're hungry. If you’re not much of a hugger, or not you just need to be left alone for a bit to figure things out on your own, he would still be there to comfort you, but from a distance until you’re ready and approach him first. He won’t hesitate to comfort you, in any way that he can.

Dick Grayson

This boy would hug the actual life out of you when you're sad. It’s just going to happen. For your sake, let’s hope you’re also a huge hugger, because there’s nothing Dick hates more than seeing someone upset and hurting. His hugs will most likely just happen out of nowhere, and it will be instinct for him. Like one single tear falling, lip trembling, and or head tilting downward, he’ll just react and hold you close. Even with the slightest silent or non-silent reaction from you, and he’ll just assume something isn’t right, and being the caring, kind and good guy he is, he’ll be there to support you in any way he can be. He wants you to know that he’s in your corner, wherever and whenever you need him, and he does that through physical touch, but sometimes his obsessive affection can be very overbearing and a bit much. Just know that he loves and cares about you, and wants the best for you, and just wants to be there for you.

Bruce Wayne

Bruce is probably one of the last people to want to hug you, let’s be real here. Hugs and comforting people are extremely hard for him due to his traumas and constantly pushing people away. He doesn’t hug a lot of people, generally others have to be the ones to initiate it first because he won’t. He’ll definitely notice when something is wrong or when someone is sad, he is the world’s greatest detective after all, but he’ll feel awkward and maybe even uncomfortable at the thought of hugging someone, but after some urging from Alfred and perhaps Dick, he’ll come around. His hugs will most likely be tight, and stiff, as he’s unsure if he’s even doing it right, but the sentiment is there, and it’s sweet that he’s trying to comfort you anyway, even if he doesn’t know exactly how.

Tim Drake

This boy will either hug you in two ways.

1) He’ll be so sleep-deprived that he’ll just cling to you so willingly and fall asleep, or 2) he’ll be in such a rush to get work done that the hug feels forced and honestly, a bit unpleasant because there’s no equal participation. It’s not exactly his fault. Tim is naturally a workaholic, and feels the need to prove himself worthy of being apart of the family. He doesn’t dislike hugs, he just hasn’t ever really experienced them much, and doesn’t have much experience on how to hug correctly. The boy’s a genius, but his knowledge of doing such a normal humane part of life is extremely low. Your best bet is to get him off the laptop, and teach him how to hug and if he happens to be sleep-deprived, it’s best to hug him until he falls asleep because chances are, that’s the first time in awhile he’s actually rested at all.

Jason Todd

Jason, I imagine, is a strange and even unexpected case. Like Tim, he’s never really had many hugs. Given this, he’s very inexperienced, but I also imagine that he’s extremely touch-starved, but that part is secret, because he had a reputation to uphold. The one day you came to him needing a hug, it surprised you how tight he held you against him. How willing he let you hug him, and how he willingly hugged you back, almost like he needed it as much as you did. After that day, you decided to test him, and went around randomly hugging him to see how he would hug you every time, and he hugged you with pretty much the same level of tightness and gentleness as the first time. It was a relief really seeing how much he has grown and how he let those high walls drop, letting his vulnerable side show, and you were proud of him for letting it.

(Older) Damian Wayne

Damian is another example of Jason and Tim’s hugging inexperience. Seriously, somebody needs to hug these guys more often. (A/N I volunteer as tribute!!)

Anyways. Back to little Dami here. Damian has only ever known hatred, violence, and murder, so obviously he has never known about love or affection. The first time you ever hugged him, he accidentally punched you, because he wasn’t expecting it. You knew he didn't mean to, so anytime you went to hug him, you warned and/or asked him first. Eventually, he allowed you to hug him, mostly out of courtesy for you (also after Alfred insisted he’d tried to let his guard down and let people love him). I imagine his hugs to be extremely stiff, almost like if you tried to hug a cat who was not at all affectionate. It would no doubt take awhile for him to warm up to hugs, so it would be best to just give him a bit of affection a little at a time, because once you scare him away, all the progress would have been in vain. Even if he doesn't want to admit it, he actually doesn’t hate hugs, but he would never say that, ever, and it would be wise not to tease him about it because that would be how he gets scared away from it. It would be rare that he would ever come to you for comfort, but I can’t imagine it would be impossible. An example of him coming to you for comfort is if he was having problems with his father, or his brothers, or if something would happen to all of his plethora of pets. Also if he watched a sad movie of an animal dying. Other than that, the chances of him running to you for comfort would be rare, so hold him close if he lets you, because he most likely won’t let his guard down to let you do it again.

So, how do you guys think I did? I hope it was somewhat accurate to their characters. If anyone has any advice for writing the Batfam characters, please let me know! I imagine that these were more if the reader hugged these characters romantically (excluding from Alfred, ofc), but I’ll let you guys decide for yourselves. Again I might make a part 2, but with some other characters (I’m thinking platonic for the girls, Barbara, Stephanie and Cassandra, but I’ll have to do a bit more research on them before I’d try to write one of these for them, as I would hate to accidentally screw up their character, I’m really not confident that I did these guys well but too late now). I also want to try to make platonic Batsis and Batmom content at some point, because I think it’s fun to mix stuff up then just writing romantic x reader content, but that will probably be a bit before I try to tackle that. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed and have a great rest of your day, evening, afternoon, whatever time you're reading this. I’ll see you next time :)

#batman #alfred pennyworth #nighwing #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #x reader #female x reader #bruce wayne #dc #robin #red hood #red robin #dick grayson #headcanon

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batbuggie · 1 year

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“A NIGHT TO REMEMBER”

WARNINGS: 18+ smut

MINORS DNI ‼️

Walking the streets of any town at night was dangerous but especially in Bludhaven. Though you were thankful for a certain blue vigilante running around. You had never met him or even seen him but somehow just knowing he existed calmed some of your nerves. Maybe if someone attacked you, he’d swoop in like some guardian angel. That might just be your wishful thinking.

You quickened your pace and pulled your purse higher onto your shoulder. The only sound you could hear was the sound of your footsteps.

Click

Clack

Click

Clack

So it was a quiet night. Lucky for you. Nothing to worry about. You’re just a young person walking home alone with no protection other than your can of mace mixed with hairspray. Whoever did try to fuck with you would be blind for life.

You must’ve thought too soon because suddenly your waist was being grabbed. Your first instinct was to elbow whoever the hell was behind you. The person grunted but didn’t let go. You screamed as loud as you could making them curse and make a move to hit you. The hit never came however as they were soon being knocked over and then electrocuted with some kind of baton.

Your eyes traveled up the arm holding the baton ans was meet face to face with someone in a mask. Your eyes then began to travel over the person’s whole body. A big ass bird stretched across their chest in their skin tight costume.

Shit.

Your words seemed to be caught in your throat until the man spoke up. You couldn’t fully see his face thanks to the dark and the mask he wore. His voice was was like velvet. Deep but soft.

“Are you okay?” He reached a hand toward you. You hadn’t even realized you were on the ground. You shook your head and took his outstretched hand. He pulled you up as if you weighed nothing. He was quite a bit taller than you. Not quite to where you had to crane your neck but close to it. He was also really muscular.

Oh you were gawking.

You cleared your throat and thanked him before walking away as quickly as humanly possible. He called out from behind him.

“Hey! It’s really dangerous out here. Let me walk you home.”

You made a move to reject him by waving your hands but the fast man was already by your side with a faint smirk on his features.

“It’s the least I could do.” You nodded but also got reminded of the unconscious man. Your finger pointed to him.

“What about that guy?” Nightwing waved a arm and said something along the lines of ‘no worries’.

Well if he was saying that, you figured he had probably called the police already. The two of you walked in complete silence besides the vigilante humming to himself and occasionally stealing glances at you. You felt his eyes travel down to your now soiled skirt. It wasn’t a creepy gaze by any means more of a concerned one.

A shower was definitely in your near future.

Before you knew it, you were both in front of your apartment building. You thanked him once again ans began going up the stairs before he stopped you again.

“Can I um…have your name?”

“Why?” You asked skeptical.

“Just because.” He smiled brightly.

“It’s Y/N.” You heard him repeat it to himself and then look at you again.

“Well Y/N, can I ask you something?” You shrugged.

“Can I please bother you for a glass of water?” Letting a random heavy built man into your apartment was a red flag but he seemed so sincere.

If your life was a show, people would I definitely be yelling at their screen and cursing at how stupid you were. THE Nightwing was in your apartment. He looked around with curious eyes? You couldn’t really tell. You handed him a glass of water ans watched as he downed it quickly. His adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he did. He finished it and did a sigh of relief afterward.

You took the glass and sat it on the glass table in front of you. You took off your long coat and draped it over a random chair before asking “is there anything else I can get you?”

“Nope I’m fine. Thanks for the water. I was parched.”

“Yeah crime fighting takes a lot huh?” You laughed while he chuckled slightly still eyeing your every move. Why wasn’t he leaving? You didn’t mind but you haven’t had a man in your apartment in months. It was a little messy.

And your bedroom was a whole different story.

“I better get going. The crime fighting isn’t quite done.” He suddenly said walking to your window and looking like he was gonna jump down. Seeing him about to go made your heart ache slightly and you found yourself stopping him. Wow.

“Can I give you something else?” He nodded and you leaned up to press your lips to his cheek. A small kiss. They always did that to heroes from what you’d seen on the news occasionally. Nightwing’s cheeks blushed a deep red as he looked down at you. Before you knew it, he was picking you up and pressing you into the nearest wall.

His lips attacked yours aggressively like a sort of wild animal. He moaned into the kiss making you do so as well. It felt nice but how the hell was this real? We’re you really kissing a masked vigilante in your living room? This sounds like someone’s sexual fantasy.

Nightwing pulled away but still held your firmly in his arms. He tilted his head slightly seeing your flushed face. He couldn’t lie, it turned it him on even more. To be honest, back on the street he had been attracted to you so he offered to walk you back to your apartment. Not saying he wouldn’t have done it with anyone else but you just seemed too interesting to let go.

And then you kissed his cheek making a fire ignite inside of him. He had never been this forward with someone he happened across on his patrol. He pressed his lower body into you. You could feel his dick pressing against your vagina. You couldn’t stop the involuntary moan escaping your lips.

Hearing that, Nightwing pressed even more making another moan leave your lips. He was definitely hard.

“Where’s your bedroom or shall we do it out here?” You laughed and replied in a hushed tone.

“Getting ahead of yourself aren’t you?” Nightwing sported a cocky smirk after your remark.

“I always do.”

You did want to have sex with him badly. A part of you wanted to wait because a one night stand wasn’t exactly your style. But who the hell cares? A sexy man in a costume was right in front you, what sane person could resist?”

“My bedroom is right there.” You pointed and Nightwing walked the two of you to it. You wondered how he was gonna open the door but he somehow managed to do it while still holding you. He sat you on the queen sized bed and started to unbutton your shirt revealing your white beater.

You absolutely detested bras so you always just wore an undershirt to replace the uncomfortable garment. Nightwing pulled the beater up your arms and ogled at your boobs. He licked his lips and then went to take off your skirt also before you stopped him.

“I can do it. How about you get undressed?” He smirked again.

“Trying to get my secret identity, sweetheart?”

“Maybe. Will you give it to me?” He full on smiled this time and began to take off his suit. His mask remained on however. You couldn’t complain but a part of you wondered what his eyes looked like.

Were they pretty?

Now that he was fully undressed, his body was even more magnificent. He was perfect. Like he was a statue of a Greek god or something.

Beautiful.

“You just wanna stare at me all night?” He snapped you out of your imagination. He sure loved interrupting. He walked to you and tossed your clothes to the other side of your messy room. Then he hovered over you. You tried not to look down you really did. But you wanted to see how big it was.

Your eyes darted down quickly but before you could really see, Nightwing grabbed your chin.

“You’re such a bad girl. Do you want to get intimidated so early?” You gulped down your nervousness.

“Is it that big?” You had no choice but to look at his domino mask.

“I’m sure you can handle it. Am I right?” You nodded your head while he chuckled at your eagerness. His hands travelled down your stomach and then came to your panties. He skillfully took them off and threw them where your others had gone. He then pressed two fingers to your entrance. Your breathing hitched and your eyes looked down until Nightwing whispered in your ear.

“Keep your eyes on me sweetheart. I want to see them.” You nodded with no resistance. His fingers pushed into you further as you couldn’t help moaning out. He motioned for you to lay down and you compiled as he also followed along.

He rubbed small circles on your clit and all that filled the room was your moans and his breathing. He was focused. Like it was his job to pleasure you.

You felt a familiar knot forming in your stomach as he continued fingering your pussy. It felt so good ans then he pulled away. You forced you eyes open to see him pulling his own underwear down. His dick sprung out. Woah. He wasn’t exaggerating.

You had no clue how that thing could possibly fit inside of you. It’ll probably hurt like hell. You could handle it though. You think.

Nightwing positioned himself at your entrance. You kind of wanted a warning when he was gonna push in but-

Oh he was already going in. Only half and you were already arching your back. After a few seconds he was fully in. He grabbed your legs and held onto tight to your thighs. He started to ferociously pound into you.

Your boobs bounced up and down making him even more aroused than before. The two of you were looking at one another. Seeing your lust filled eyes was enough to send Nightwing over the edge. He whimpered when he felt the walls of your pussy tighten around him. God it felt good. But the sounds it was making was sinful.

The wet sounds and moans coming from your mouth were downright dirty. Eyebrows scrunched, face red, lips a little swollen and most of all the tears threatening to fall out of your eyes. But through it all you were enduring it. Taking him so good that he felt like he was so close to coming. Maybe he would even do it in you.

Your pretty pussy would look even better with cum dripping from it. His cum. Just thinking about it make him moan out your name. You never knew someone could say your name like that. That when that familiar knot came back. Nightwing kept pounding without a care in the world while you were slowly coming undone.

“I’m-I…” He moaned out your name once again before you had finally reached your climax. Your thighs shook and your heart seemed to jump out of your chest while you came. Nightwing loved every single second of it. Your pussy tightened even more so around him as he thrusts became sloppier.

He was almost there too. He wanted to come in you so bad. See you leaking with his fluids. He groaned as your body plopped down from your temporary high. He was being sloppy but not soft.

“Please Y/N, can I? Can I do it in you?” Letting this random man come in you was probably the last thing on earth you should let happen but maybe it was the moment that made you say yes. And with that, Nightwing finished.

His cum painted your walls while he moaned out your name. It felt so warm. So affectionate. As he pulled out, semen leaked from your cunt. He had the urge to stuff it back in but decided against it. His dick twitched as he plopped down beside you.

You were both tired out.

This night will be one of your most memorable in Bludhaven.

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miraclecherryblossomsblog · 2 years

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Ok but can we have fics of reader's daily life in Gotham? Doesnt need to be romatic or anything but i think it would be fucking hilarious reading seeing red robin breaking their window for the 4th this month after being thrown off by croc

Or reader being woken up AT 4 AM cuz red hood grabbed a fucking bazooka and decided to use it as a last minute method

Or reader wishing there was a arkham breakthrouh just to use it as an excuse of not finishing their homework (inspired by other post i dont remeber where)

Reader being so used to the life in Gotham that honestly seeing Nightwing and robin running through the libary while holding a bomb doesnt really surprise them anymore

Honestly I feel like it would be even funnier if reader somehow knew the vigilants identities but never does anything or says anything to them (aint nobody got time for that anyway)

Just another friday, nothing outta the ordinary

#batfamily x reader #dc fic #batfamily #reader insert #dc #DC #just some normal dude whose neighborhood has too much going on yet somehow never getting involve #i do think they would have a lil crush for red hood and nighwing tho #WOULD U CATCH THAT FUCKING CLOWN FOR ONCE-

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niphredil-14 · 2 years

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Secrets Unmasked -- Dick Grayson X Platonic!GN! Reader

Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: kidnapping, anxiety, mentions of rape and violence (not depicted), accidental misgendering A/N: Didn't include full description in title because it would have been a lot, but the "Y/n" character in this is a femme passing non-binary person. This fic includes mentions of people perceiving them to be a woman, if you are uncomfortable reading about this, please do not continue.

The cool, damp air was suffocating, getting caught in their throat, providing almost as much discomfort as the flimsy wooden chair their arms were tied around, small chips of cheap wood attempting to sink into their skin. They were seated in the middle of the small room, and though they glanced around, the darkness hid most from their sight, aside from the slight glint of metal on a table a few yards away from them. Most likely weapons of some kind. Somewhere behind them, a door creaked open, though they couldn’t turn their head enough to see who had entered. It wasn’t left a mystery for very long however, as their captor walked into the small circle of light that had been cast around their chair. He had been easily recognized by them as the new, up-and-coming villain from the news a few days prior. He had dramatically failed at robbing a bank, and had escaped by the skin of his teeth, entirely due to pure luck, which was only one of his many failed attempts at crime. It took only a glance to tell just how anxious he was, his fingers twitching slightly, and his eyes dancing around the room, never staying in one place for long. Though, his shoulders were pushed down and back, and his chin was held high, all in a poor attempt to hide his nerves. Clearing his throat, he took a shaky breath and began,

“Don’t bother screaming, cause nobody is gonna hear you! So just, don’t waste your breath, you’re, uh, you’re gonna need it!” If his fear wasn’t noticeable before he started talking, it most certainly was after. They sat silently, staring at their captor with disgust burning bright in their eyes. Seemingly pleased with their dissatisfaction and silence, he went on. “You probably saw me the other day, my daring escape, my skill,” his voice got steadier as he continued his speech, gaining confidence from his own praise. “And don’t worry, babe, you are right to be scared speechless, I don’t blame you one bit, especially knowing what we’ve got in store for today.” They looked on unimpressed, a silent mockery of his monologue, sounding as though it had been stolen from an amateur playwright. He had already talked himself up into his own little world, completely unaware of their lack of fright, and so absorbed in his self-hype that he failed to notice them fidgeting in their seat, too preoccupied with rambling through the rest of his sad attempt of a speech. And by the time that he realized his mistake, they had held the rope out in front of them, a small smirk gracing their features, cutting him off mid-sentence.

“A word of advice, next time you try to kidnap someone, read a bondage wikihow beforehand.” His shock lasted only until they stood and made a move to leave. That’s when surprise turned to panic, and he lunged. He was most certainly fast, but not fast enough, their hands finding his bicep and wrist, as they turned and fell to their knees, propelling him forward. They hurried back to their feet, and went to knock their prior captor unconscious. Just as their foot connected with his head, the door slammed open with a crash, and in stormed Nightwing, accompanied by a few other vigilantes. The rope marks on their wrist, and the mask on his face was a dead giveaway as to who kidnapped who, and the vigilantes had been quick to grab the wannabe villain and restrain him. While the vigilantes had been tying him up, the ex-kidnapee had wandered around the room, picking through things here and there, searching for their belongings, wanting to get home to their apartment and to go to sleep as soon as possible. As they were about to bend down to grab their phone, Nightwing kneeled before them, picking up the device and holding it out to them.

“Here you go, this is yours, right?” He smiled up at them when they nodded and took the phone from his palm, blue finger stripes almost glowing in the partial light from the dingy lamp hanging from the ceiling. “Sorry we took so long to get here, are you alright?”

“Thanks to his shoddy knotwork skills, yeah, I’m fine.” Standing up to his full height before them, they had to admit, there was a strange, familiar feeling to Nightwing, though they couldn’t quite place it. He chuckled at their response.

“They seem like they’ve got the rest handled, are you sure you’re okay? Do you want me to walk you home?”

“No, that’s alright, I’m fine.” They responded and walked out the door, feeling his eyes follow them until the door slammed shut behind them.

The walk back to their apartment was just as uncomfortable as predicted, given the nature of Gotham in the dark hours of the night. Not the moon nor the stars were bright enough to shine through the thick, dreary fog that encompassed the city, leaving only the flickering streetlights to illuminate the path. The wind seemed to cut right through them, howling and moaning as it came and went. The cracked and uneven pavement almost breathing and moving, seemingly with the intent to trip them. Even the slight specks of light in the shadows, actually lighters and cell phones, or flashlights and the barely-there glow of dull shop signs, and a plethora of other small illuminations, seemed to their anxiety-ridden mind to be many wide eyes, following their being as they walked. Their strides were long, quick, and purposeful, darting around any obstacle that tried to block their path, never stilling, and keeping their head down and eyes up. What was no more than twenty minutes felt like hours, though they finally reached their doorstep. Placing the key in its slot and turning the knob, a layer of their anxiety was locked outside after the click of the door locking into place. They had done well at masking their fear, even if it was only a newbie villain, and within the confines of their own home, were finally able to lift their mask, and pad to the kitchen for a well-deserved snack. They went through the motions of their nightly routine, the remaining fear floating around them, fogging their vision and pounding in their head. This fear spiked for a moment, as they lay in bed, when they heard the apartment’s door swing open and shut with a bang, muffled by the wall. The anxiety faded a bit when they identified the footsteps as belonging to their roommate, Dick. He had been one of their closest friends for ages, and his presence had been a comfort to them for as long as they knew him. There was just something about his cheerful disposition and nurturing tendencies that made them feel safe. ‘Perfect.’ He was just what they needed in that moment. Waiting a few minutes so as to give him time to settle down from his day and get comfortable, they lie motionless, bits of fear still swirling around them, mocking them, poking at them, whispering in their ear. Soon the waiting became tortuous, knowing that comfort was only a couple walls away. They got up and walked to his bedroom door, which was closed, before giving a knock and waiting for his voice to call out,

“Come in.” Opening the door just slightly and slipping inside, closing it behind them, they stood awkwardly.

“Hi.” They mumbled. Asking for comfort was much more difficult than wanting it. He offered them a small smile, the crease between his eyes evidence of his concern.

“Rough day, Sweetheart?” The nickname, though platonic, sent warmth through them, setting them slightly more at ease. They huffed.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” Their fingers stopped twisting around themselves, and their shoulders lost their tension. “Can I stay with you tonight?” It wasn’t the first time they had fallen asleep next to one another, an occurrence far from uncommon for the two of them. Innumerable were the moments they had slept in each other’s arms, or one of them had rested their head upon the other’s shoulder or lap. He smiled and lifted the covers, moving over as they got in, giving them the side farthest from the door, just another one of his silent comforts, an act of protection, showing them that their comfort and safety were both priorities to him. Once they were adjusted, he wrapped himself around them, his chest to their back, their shield for the night.

“You wanna talk about it?” They sighed.

“I had a run in with some loser, beginner villain today. Tied to a chair, listened to their cringy monologue, you know the schtick. I probably wasn’t in any real danger, I shouldn't still be so worked up, but the walk back home afterwards sucked too, it felt like everything had it out for me.”

“Y/n, you were kidnapped. That’s scary, you’ve got every right to be shaken up.”

“I guess.” They mumbled.

“What about the vigilantes? None of them offered to walk you home, or do anything else to help?” He asked. They turned back to look at him, raising a singular eyebrow.

“I never said the vigilantes showed up. How’d you know it wasn’t the police?”

“Be realistic, Sweetheart, when do the police in this city get anywhere before the vigilantes?” He teased.

“Dick, you are the police, should you really be shit-talking yourself?” They retorted. He laughed along with them, the tension dissipating. They took a deep-breath and answered his question. “Nightwing found my phone and offered to walk me home.”

“And you declined?”

“Can you blame me? He’s a guy I don’t know and most people who don’t know me think I’m a girl. It’d be dangerous for me to take him up on that offer.”

“Isn’t he supposed to be one of the good guys, though?”

“You should know better than anybody that you can’t assume somebody’s good just because they do good things. Besides I’d be way more wary of the heroes of this city than any lowlife scumbag, the rando I might stand a chance against. Also, you’ve gotta admit that it’s a bit suspicious. I mean, who would dedicate that much of their time to helping other people for nothing in return, especially in this city. When you look feminine to people, you can’t afford to trust any masculine person.” Dick seemed to think about their statement for a moment before speaking again.

“What about me? You seem to trust me.” They scoffed.

“Of course I trust you, Dick. You’ve earned it. I didn’t trust you when we first met, but frankly, if you wanted to rape, torture, and kill me, you could have by now. I mean, you’ve had plenty of opportunities.” He frowned.

“What if I were Nightwing?”

“Haha, very funny, Grayson. I know you’re not Nightwing.”

“How do you know that? I look like him, I work late hours, my acrobatic background means I can do everything he can, I come home with all sorts of injuries. You don’t think that’s at all weird?” They turned to face him, his face serious.

“But,” They hesitated. “You’re not, right?” He sighed and got out of bed, walking over to his closet and pulling out a black duffel bag. Hefting it up onto his shoulder, he walked it over to them and placed it on the bed. He made no move to open it, just stood there, motionless, waiting for them. Slowly, cautiously, they unzipped the bag, breath catching in their throat as they were met with the sight of a domino mask, a dark blue and black suit, as well as a pair of what seemed to be batons. He stood, patiently awaiting any reaction they might have. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean any of that in a mean way, I just-”

“I know, you don’t need to apologize. Hadn’t realized I was so intimidating to people other than villains.” He gave them a soft smile.

“Why are you telling me this now?” They asked, lifting the mask and turning it over in their hands.

“I don’t want you to be afraid of me, I want you to know that if you’re ever out and need help, you can come to me, that I won’t hurt you. I’m here for you, you know?” He heaved a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, somehow always fluffy and shiny, complimented even more by the soft light of the lamp.

“Thanks, Dick. I’m sorry.” They placed the mask back in the bag and zipped it up.

“No worries, I mean, you’re right to be cautious, always better safe than sorry.” He smiled softly at them, carting the duffel bag back to his closet, then getting back in bed, wrapping himself around them once again, enjoying the feel of their arms wrapping around him too. “I’m sorry for freaking you out.”

“Don’t be, you were just trying to help.” A few minutes of silence passed, both of them enjoying the serenity and peace of being enveloped by the other, the navy woolen sheets and warm glow of his bedside table lamp only adding to the calm environment.

“You feeling better now?” He asked.

“Mmm, much.” They replied. And with their affirmation, he placed a kiss atop the crown of their head, which quickly formed into a serene smile as the two drifted to sleep.

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laalaaliaa · 1 year

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Ok, a request for Dick Grayson (either Robin or Nighwing time, your choice).

Establishes relationship.

Fem!reder is/was a part of the titans, working on tech and all the gadgets making sure everyone stays safe. One day, someone (maybe Gar but you can choose whoever) got hurt and she feels so guily about it she becomes workaholic, lacking sleep, becoming stressed and anxious. She hides it well so no one notice, since the team is usually on some mission and she spend a lot of time alone. After a couple of days Dick notices her nervous tics and try to confront her, but something unexcpected happens and he has to go "fight crime". So she breaks under the pressure and because of all the feelings and negative thoughts about herself.

When the team get back from the field she is going through a panick attack and Dick helps her get through it by holding and reassuring her.

thank you :)

Thank you for the request. It took me awhile to get to it, but I hope you enjoy. :)

Nightwing X Fem!Titan!Reader

Warnings: mentions of possible death, anxiety, and panic attacks

Proofread? No

Y/NN: Your nick name

Kaizen

The sight in front of you was frightening. Garfield was covered in cuts and blood, his chest barely heaving up and down as you placed an oxygen mask over his face.

“Kori, can you collect a wet rag?” You asked, your voice sickeningly calm as you pushed the hair out of Garfield’s face, watching him visibly fall in and out of consciousness.

Kori silently followed your orders, a tiny rag in one hand and a bowl of mildly warm water in the other once she returned. You worked quickly and quietly, cleaning each and every wound that littered his once smooth skin.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Kory questioned, her grip on his hand gentle as she watched you pick out tiny shards of glass from his skin.

You only breathed out a hum, dropping the tweezers after collecting the final piece. You wiped your hands on your jeans as you sent a reassuring smile her way.

“He’s gonna be okay Kori.” The fiery haired woman couldn’t help the shaky breath that fell from her lips before she settled down beside the unconscious boy.

You finally felt the adrenaline your body seemed to contain come to a halt, finally zeroing in on your shaky hands as you clenched them fearfully.

He could’ve died, his demise all in the palm of your hands. You knew something was wrong the minute they’d left for a mission, but with Garfield’s enthusiasm and playful nature. You decided to let them go.

You could only send them on their way, your worrisome nature nowhere near settled, but there was no use. You knew they could protect themselves, or at least each other.

You were silent as you sat in your designated area. You tinkered with and analyzed different gadgets you’d made for each and every one of them. They were all functional.

So why wasn’t Gar’s?

“Y/N?” Rachel called for you, unintentionally breaking you from your inner turmoil. You swiveled in your chair, stopping right in front of Rachel.

Her sympathetic expression seemed to change into one of worry as she noted your lack of emotion. “Don’t feel guilty,” Rachel started, your lackluster expression morphing into a bitter one.

“Rachel, I could’ve prevented this,” You began, only to be cut off by Rachel who only shook her head, settling in the seat besides yours as she spoke, “Y/N, you’re amazing, especially when it comes to gadgets and technology, none of this was your fault.” You only frowned.

Garfield was in a barely stable condition, due to your gadget not working properly. You only clenched your fists, a faux smile on your face as you pulled Rachel in for a side hug, one she gladly reciprocated. “Please don’t blame yourself.” She mumbled gently, only to feel your arms wrap around her tighter.

A promise.

Upon passing weeks, you spent days on end working in your lab area. The fear of producing a new, and possibly useless gadget swiveled in your mind on repeat.

Garfield was better, much healthier looking as well. Yet every time you looked at him, all you could see was him battered up due to your failure of a design. The boy was sat in front of you, moving around animatedly as he talked and ultimately breaking you from your trance.

You were all sat around the kitchen, digging into a dish Kori insisted on cooking. As much as you wanted to decline her invitation, you couldn’t. Because in her own words it was ‘family night’ and who were you to ditch family night?

So there you were, for the first time in weeks. It was the first time in weeks you weren’t hauled up in your lab. Each day spent breaking, and hopefully making your gadgets better, safer even.

You twirled your fork mindlessly, buried too deep in your mistakes to even notice Dick trying to grab your attention. You only noticed when he waved a hand in your face, snapping you out of your thoughts as you flinched.

“Y/NN, I’ve been calling your name for the past few minutes.” You glanced up at Dick, finally noting the empty space around you as you caught sight of the Titans busying themselves in the living room area.

“Sorry I was just-“

“—Thinking.” “Thinking?”

You smiled for the first time in awhile, a soft laugh following soon after and soon infecting Dick as he laughed too, settling besides you as he analyzed you.

“You’re a great liar.” You scoffed at that.

“Dick I’m serious. I just—I got lost in thought that’s all.” Your lame excuse was useless. Although you hoped he would stop pestering, he wouldn’t, he refused.

“Y/NN, you’re obviously not okay, just talk to me.” He practically pleaded, his eyes holding worry as he slowly reached for your hand, interlocking his with yours. You squeezed his hand in a thankful manner.

“Dick, I promise, I am.” Seemingly unsatisfied with your response, he pulled away, his bottom lip wedged between his teeth as a crease formed between his eyebrows.

Back to square one.

He opened his mouth, in hopes of finding away to have you confide in him, only to be cut off by the sound of Garfield’s voice.

“Dick! we got a—oh sorry for interrupting.” Garfield spoke, awkwardly shifting backwards as he pointed back to where he came from, leaving the room silently.

Dick looked at you with an apologetic look in his eyes, only for you to wave him off with a faint smile. “I’ll be fine, just go.” Dick stood from his seat, practically bolting out the dinning room before returning with fast steps and leaving a wet kiss on your forehead, causing you to groan.

A few minutes passed, then a mere hour, It seemed like time had stopped, the ticking of the clock scratching your ear drums to wrong way. You silently weaved your way around the tower, your messy lab table in sight as you made your way over.

It was so quiet. Like every racing thought you had could be heard. ‘Just talk to me’ seemed to be the only thought that truly occupied your head. It happened quickly, your heart beating loudly in your chest as you picked at the skin by your finger nail. Your eyes seemed to shift rapidly, but with unconscious thinking, you began work on the last gadget you were yet to tinker with.

Your movements felt slow, your throat drier than usual, and the steady thrumming of your heart beating louder than usual. You were frustrated now. The gadget that was in your hands was now sprawled across the floor.

Your once calm resolve crumbling. All the built up frustration rolling off you in waves, you felt your chest heaving slightly. Your vision began to blur, as your throat began to constrict. You pushed yourself out of your chair, miniature sobs falling from your wobbly lips.

You were crying?

Your hands were quick to fly to your cheeks, wiping the obvious tears as you slowly fell into your seat once more, keeping your face out of view as you heard footsteps and loud chatter make their way towards you.

You were quick to twist in your chair, smushed wakeup wiped away and salty tears long gone as you greeted Rachel, Garfield, and Jason who eagerly rushed passed you with quick ‘hello’s’

Once the greetings were done with you turned your back to Kori and Dick, a teeny hiccup falling from your lips from holding your tears in for too long.

You heard Kori’s voice faintly before she walked off, leaving you with Dick. He was silent, settling down beside you and this time, waiting for you to speak first.

“I’m such a bad person Dick.” Your sobs were quick to fill the room, your tears running down your cheeks slowly as you sniffled.

Dick only wrapped his arms around you, silently shushing your hate train as he hugged you tightly. Your sobs came in smaller increments, your face buried in his neck as he rubbed your back.

“I-I’m so sorry Dick, I was scared and I shut you out, and the rest of them out and—and it’s not fair.” You ranted tiredly, unconsciously picking at your nails once more. Dick was only silent, his silence much more comforting than being alone.

Somehow, and someway your tears became harsher, your breathing picking up as Dick shushed you gently, his thumbs weakly wiping your tears away.

“I’m not mad at you, no one is.” He reassured, gently smiling at you. This time it wasn’t one of pity, nor of worry. It was a simple genuine smile, making you smile a bit as a you wiped the rest of your tears away.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

You only pressed a simple kiss to his cheek, receiving a multitude of them back, causing a simple giggle to fall from your lips. Dick was quick to wrap his hands around your waist, his thumb rubbing circles as he spoke.

“Are you okay now?” You nodded gingerly, your tears long gone and your eye’s beginning to feel dry. “More than okay now.” Dick only stood, his hand held out as he smiled.

“I’m glad your back, I missed you.”

“Missed you more.”

#nightwing x reader #dick grayson x reader #dc titans #dc imagine #nightwing imagine #dick grayson imagine

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maxine-drusilla-wayne · 2 years

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YOU DONT LOVE HIM!

Barbara Gordon x fem!reader

Part 2!

Series: yes

Y’all when I was first making part to tumblr deleted it while in the middle😭

Warnings;betrayal,heartbreak,crying,joker mentions (later in series),slight stalking(later in the series) reads hides a secret,sadness,revenge😈

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You were looking at the ceiling sobbing. You couldn’t believe it.

All the things you’d do….just so you could call her “mine.”

You couldn’t help but sob harder but trying to muffle it in the hotel pillows.

The things you did. You hope ,you were they’re favorite crime.

They all hated you….but still loved him? He had hurt her for years but they all still loved him no matter what he did!

How could they not believe you? How could Bruce kick you out without even getting your side of the moutherfucking story first?!

Oh that’s right….it’s nighwing

You were so depressed. You hated yourself! And you loved her so much! You should’ve know no matter what nightwing can do no wrong in they’re eyes.

But you had to stop sobbing and get up bc you didn’t want anyone to hear you and question you or go complain.

You got dressed and wore a black sexy outfit. Not to slutty. I mean nothing is! People just wanna show off they’re goddamn bodies!

You wore something like this

You decided to go to the nearest café to get some energy from spending most of the night crying.

“Oh my fucking god if I don’t get those backstabbing hoes out my fucking mind ima kill myself.”you said walking down to the café only 3 minutes from the hotel.

You walked in and sat down.

But immediately a bitch had to come up to you the second you sat down……literally only 5 seconds after you sat down.

“Hey my name is Chelsea,what can I do for you?!” She chirped generally happy which made you start taking a liking to her and she was very pretty.

“Umm can I just get a vanilla latte with caramel and and a glazed swirl donut please?” You asked with a smile.”of course coming right up!” She said and walked away.

Just then you saw someone walk in ,in the corner of your eye.

When you turn your head to fully face the person,you were completely shocked to the point where you had to stop a gasp.

Talia Al ghul…

Damian’s mother. What the hell is she doing here?! You immediately looked away but as you were turning she felt your gaze and turned her head towards you.

You saw her smirk in the corner of your eye but didn’t try to make it obvious that you noticed her when she walked in. She just sat down.

You had kept your cool to make sure she didn’t notice you panicking. Now you just wanted to get out and make sure she and or the league don’t follow.

It had been like that for five whole minutes.

“Hello ,here’s your latte and your donut!” Chelsea had came back and said but this time you noticed how she had looked you up and down with her eyes.

“Oh thank you so much!” You replied but just then you saw talia look back over at you. “You’re welcome!”then she left. You tried to ignore talias stare and just ate your food and drank your latte.

Since it was a spiral glaze donut ,it wasn’t sticky or made your hands sticky but you still whipped off your hands and used some hand sanitizer then made your way to the counter to pay and hurry to get tf outta there.

“Have a nice day!” You says handing in the money,paying your ten dollars and and thirty five cents to Chelsea. But she only took 3 dollars and ten cents.”you too!” She said with a smile and you just slightly titled your head smiling too.

Then walked out immediately. As soon as you got out you heard someone else come out and you couldn’t speed walk because then they would know you’re on to them.

You’re two minutes into the walk when someone comes up to you ,whispering in your ear.

“Well hello y/n~” talia says with a smirk.”well- hello they’re talia.” You replied nervously. She hummed and put her arm around your waist.but you knew the threatening was coming. “Well I just wanted to see why you’re not at that amazing mansion of your with my son. She said sounding scary at the end of her sentence.

You knew you could really be oversharing but as of right now you weren’t gonna hide anything or cared for all that matter.

“Because….one of his adopted brothers is a hoe who got me betrayed and kicked out with their fake asses.” You paused out of breath from walking. She looked intrigued. You? Not part of the family anymore? Oh she’s gonna make them her bitc-“what happened beloved?” She asked.

You stopped walking for a moment because of the nickname which had shocked you. You frowned for a second and tilted you’re head before walking again.

“Nightwing was always a hoe so once batgirl got back at him for the first time ever he flipped out and tried to get at me but I was I love with batgirl and didn’t like nightwing but once I told her she didn’t believe me and Batman kicked me out.” You spoke with tears threatening to fall.

“Oh sorry I forgot you already know all our names already.” You apologized.” It’s fine beloved but it seems as though boy wonder will always be the golden child.” She spoke “yeah.” You said almost breaking down right then and they’re as you came to the door of the hotel.

But she stopped you. By holding your arm with a firm grip.”listen. Obviously they don’t deserve someone as amazing ,as you. So let me help.” You turned around sniffling. “Help how?” You asked.

“Revenge.” She said with a smirk.”revenge?” You ask confused.”yes. I wanna make them sorry they ever let you go. But not only that I wanna make them suffer.”

You felt slightly overwhelmed but thankful that she generally cared. A nervous smile started trying to come at the end of your lips.

“Then…” she pushed a strained of hair out of your face and slightly cupped your cheek.”let’s make Gotham our bitch.”she said,her smirk growing wider.

You smirked and held her other hand.”ok let’s do it.” Was all you said.

@dilfwaynes here it is!

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wordsfromthesol · 4 years

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Origins

Author: @wordsfromthesol Pairing: Batsis Summary: You catch Dick and Jason explaining how you were found to your younger brothers Tim and Damian. Warnings: Language, violence Word Count: 505

Figuring you needed a pick me up before patrol that night, you headed towards the kitchen. You stopped short upon hearing your brothers and carefully gazed around the corner. You pulled back, stifling a laugh as you saw Tim and Damian looking up at their older brothers with curiosity.

“Come on Dick, just tell us!” Tim yelled, clearly exasperated from the whole situation.

“Y/L/N is the only origin story we don’t know. It is not fair.”

“Alright Dami, we give up. We’ll tell you, but if Y/N finds out I’m sending her to you!”

You held back laughter, it’s not like it was some big secret, but you figured Dick and Jason were just tormenting their younger brothers.

“It happened about a year after I passed the gauntlet. Well, I guess I technically passed, though it definitely did not go to plan. That was the first night me and Dickiebird, here, teamed up.”

“We don’t care about your gauntlet story!” Tim whined.

Dick laughed and continued where his brother left off, “So me and Jay would patrol together every now and then…after all, we all know how Bruce can get. One night, we were on a nearby rooftop and we watched as a little girl was being cornered into an alley…”

“So we get closer, right, but she’s carrying something, so we keep a little distance. Then we hear…” Jason burst into laughter, unable to continue.

“We hear her tell them, ‘Watch out, I’m armed with a can-do attitude and a bunch of fucking bricks.’” Now it was Dick’s turn to laugh.

“These three giant men just snicker at her and continue pressing her into the alley. So we are about to jump down and save the girl when she screams, ‘Let’s riot!’ and starts swinging!”

“So this girl manages to knock the closest one out cold, and definitely gives some nasty bruises to the other two before they run away in terror!”

Now both Dick and Jason are having trouble remaining composed, so you round the corner.

“Then these two idiots in their costumes jump down, I land a few good hits on them before they disarm me.” You smirked at the sight of the surprised looks that donned Tim and Damian’s faces. “They tried to explain who they were and asking why I was alone. My parents were killed by the Maroni’s for refusing to pay the bogus protection fee a few years before that. I’d been managing since then. Their soft little hearts broke, and I ended up Bruce Wayne’s newest adoptee.”

Dick turned to you, finally able to keep a straight face, “Hey I still have a scar from one of those bricks!”

“Maybe don’t scare a little girl armed with bricks shitless then.” You retorted, sticking your tongue out towards your eldest brother.

“That’s alright, this lovable pain in the ass was worth the scratches that night.” Jason pulled you in close and tousled your hair with his hand.

“Damn straight.”

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gobydana · 6 years

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Lazy Night in With Dick

- The planned dinner under the stars was ruined by freezing cold rain. -Nothing like November weather to ruin a date night. -But with everyone out of the manor, you two got it all to yourselves. - He even tells Bruce not to call unless there’s an Arkham break out. - Totally raided the fridge for leftovers. - Alfred might have known it was going to rain. - He left a cassrole, salad, cookies, and a bottle of wine for you two. - Spreading a blanket out near the fire and eating there. - Cuddled up in a blanket watching cheesy movies. - You saying you could beat him at Mario Kart. - Almost spilling the wine from trying to knock the controller out of his hand in order to win. - Falling alseep on his chest while he tells his lastest story from a mission. - He takes your hot chocolate he made and puts it on the side table. - Carries you up to bed and tucks you in.

Tagging: @superwhoteen

#dick graynson #dick grayson x reader #nightwing #nighwing x reader

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arkhamsdarkestknight · 7 years

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The Colour Of Jealousy - Part One

Characters: Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Zatanna Zatara (Zatanna), Reader (You), Wally West (Kid Flash), Others.

Requested by: Anonymous.

Synopsis: Dick x reader x zatanna. Zatanna still loves Dick and will try to get Dick back and get rid of reader.

Warnings: Mild Language, Sexual References.

A/N: Oh my god this is so shit. I apologize. I just struggled to imagine Zatanna like this which gave me major writer's block.

AND TUMBLR FORCED ME TO PUT THIS INTO TWO PARTS! SORRY!

Y/N=Your Name.

Hope you like it!

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!

Tags: @lastbeliever @riddlemethisbatboy

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If Zatanna could, she would have shattered the glass she was holding and all the surrounding ones. Her blood boiled and her veins popped. Her lips were tight and thin and her eyes were glaring at them. Them. Dick and his new girlfriend. She wasn't a superhero. But she knew everything and had her own code with the Justice League if she ever needed a safe haven. 'A load of crap' if you asked Zatanna. When asked though she simply said she didn't like her because she had exceptions where she didn't belong, but Zatanna didn't deny the truth to herself. She was jealous. And she wanted Y/N gone, out of the picture, no matter what.

"Something buggin ya, Z?" Wally approached Zatanna.

"Nope." She replied coldly and immediately left Wally standing there to return home.

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"I'm telling you, Dick, Zatanna is acting weird lately."

"It's just typical jealousy. We were a thing. Now we're not. No biggie." Dick shrugged off the comment.

"But she's witchy, do you want to be on the bad side of someone who has magic powers?"

"I thought you don't believe in magic."

"Look, buddy, at the moment I'm being a bit more open minded. Especially when it could involve you getting hurt."

"Zatanna isn't going to hurt me. You're overreacting."

"Okay, okay." Wally raised his arms in surrender, "just don't come complaining to me when your dick is a toad, Dick."

"Shut up."

"Toad-wang-wing. I can see it now."

"Just get out." Dick laughed.

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"Y/N!" Nightwing ran at Y/N once her name was announced and Zatanna flood fire course through her veins. She was ready to strike, no one would be prepared, but no. She had to be smart about it. Some way to use Y/N to get Nightwing back without incerating her straight up.

"Hey, NW." Y/N flung her arms around Nightwing's neck as she leant in for a peck on lips and an extremely tight embrace that Zatanna found highly unnecessary.

The couple mumbled cheesy sentences to each other that at least not just made Zatanna gag, while a light bulb went off in her head.

Zatanna approached the two. "Hey, Nightwing," she said flirtily, "would you mind giving me a hand with some one-on-one hand-to-hand combat training, I don't want to just rely on my magic and I could really use a partner." Zatanna tugged at Nightwing's hands for hopefully extra effect.

"I, uh, gee," He pulled his hands out of her grip and rubbed behind his neck, "I don't know, Z?"

"Oh, come on." Zatanna pleaded. "It won't take long. If it's the two of us, it'll work out."

Nightwing quickly glanced at Y/N then back at Zatanna and shrugged. "We'll have to set a time."

Zatanna giggled. "I'll see you in three hours then." And walked away, swaying her hips.

"You're not usually so direct." Artemis whispered as Zatanna passed her which only made Zatanna smirk.

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"So, Y/N -hyah!- what made you pick her? -hyah!-." Zatanna asked as she sparred with Nightwing in grey sweatpants and a cropped sports top.

"Uh, well-" Nightwing had been sparing glances at her cleavage multiple times that night, "well, she's a great girl."

"Uh-huh." Zatanna smirked. It wasn't Dick's awkwardness around her but something Wally had said, 'Dick won't be seduced by you,' if only Wally knew her real plan, seduction was not the main point.

"She smart, pretty, funny, she's everything I look for." Dick managed to get out a proper sentence and Zatanna felt like a spear impaled her. 'Not long now' she reassured herself.

"Hyah!"

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Zatanna used her backwards magic to sneak in. "Kcolnu." She had found the adress, the home was quiet and Y/N was alone. Everything was perfect. "Thgil." She crept up to the bedside and quickly wrapped a blindfold around Y/N's eyes.

Y/N's body jolted awake at the touch but a quick "peels" sent her back down and Zatanna carried her away.

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Y/N was stiff the instant she found out who she was with, tied up in the back of a car with duct tape on her mouth in the middle of the woods. And it was Zatanna. Y/N could not believe she could do it, but there they were.

"Don't make this harder for yourself." Zatanna said. "I don't want to resort to violent measures. This isn't my thing, but, jealousy makes you crazy. All you have to do is agree to my terms and we can live happily ever after, or, at least Dick and I will." Zatanna's white teeth sparkled in the pale moonlight.

Zatanna twisted in the front car seat to face Y/N.

"Are you willing to comply?"

Y/N didn't respond, instead her eyes were wide and her chest rose and fell dramatically.

"I know your mouth is covered, but you can still nod and shake your head, I didn't rid you of that ability. You have to have something to do, you can't cast spells. It just wouldn't be fair." Zatanna appeared slightly amused with herself and looked down at her hands, fiddling her thumbs. "Anyway, do we have a deal? This isn't binding you to my terms just yet."

Y/N hesitantly nodded.

"Great. Now, you love Nightwing, don't you?" A nod. "You'd do anything for him?" Nod. "Would you leave him if I threatened to harm him instead of you if you don't?"

Y/N screamed, though muffled, and thrashed about.

"What? You said you'd do anything for him and threatening to hurt you," Zatanna ran a finger up Y/N's leg and she pulled it away in disgust, "it just wouldn't be the same. I need to know it's for love, not to protect your own ass."

Y/N ignored her tears and admitted defeat easier than Zatanna expected. She listened carefully to what Zatanna told her, break-up with Dick and move far away. Sounded easy enough.

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colourblends · 2 years

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Batboys preferences

Hope y’all enjoy!!!

Request are always welcome 🙏

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Dick-

Your Eyes

He loves the way they sparkle in the light

Jason-

Your thighs

He loves to lay on them after a long day

Tim-

Your hair

He loves to play with it when you cuddle

Damian-

Your smile

He will do anything to see it (his favorite way is to tickle you)

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This photos don't belong to me

Hope you have a wonderful day loves ❤️

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jinxthequeergirl · 6 years

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The snooping speedster and the Blue bird's secret

Dick Grayson x reader

Anon requested:maybe an dick x reader that wally find a condom in dick's room and finds out that him and y/n have been dating

Warning: none I might change it slightly but that's it.

(this kinda reminded me of friends so it's loosely based in that)

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Dick groaned when the reaped knocking on his door wouldn't end. "What!?"

"I think I left my jacket in here." he sighed. "Come in." wally stepped inside and quickly ran through the room hoping to find his jacket. "Bingo! Sorry to wake you!" Dick lazily waved his hand and wally left shutting the door behind him.

You sat up in bed next to dick quickly. "Did you think he knew I was here?"

"I doubt it...you're such a great hidder." you stuck your tounge out at him. "Bite me Grayson."

He rolled over and kissed you before you pushed him off and rolled out of bed. "C'mon we for work to do" Throwing one of the many shirts on the floor on and tossing your jeans on. "Why can't we just stay in bed? He crawled over to your side and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Mmm because when they see that neither of us are up and they go to check on us and one of us isn't in there room-"

"Alright! alright!" you smirked and kissed him On the cheek. Hey don't you think it's weird that wally keeps coming in here for stuff he's left in your room everytime im here?"

"No wallys just really forgetful."

"Yea Ok.. imma go." he huffed. "If you have to...by the way you Look excellent in my shirt."

You smiled and shut the door behind you as you walked into the kitchen. Dick sighed and got up to get dressed. It was his idea to keep the two of you a secret he didn't want everyone getting all weird. Besides if any one found out he was slightly worried they would use each of you againgst eachother.

"Hey isn't that dicks shirt?" Dick tensed up when he walked in Looking at you emedently. You looked down and pulled at it. "Is it!? Oh ha! You know what probably happened is...it must have gotten mixed in with my laundry...right Grayson?" you kicked his leg slightly causing him to jump and slightly spill his juice.

"Yea! Why else would you have it?"

You smiled nervously at the group and shoveled a spoon full of cerial into your mouth. "Ok no need to get all nervous and defenssive it happens." Artemis looked at you slightly confused as she said that.

Dick got up "ok I have to go to work. See you later." He leaned over and kissed you relizing Artemis, wally and Roy where in the room. "Ew gross I'm not your girlfriend." Artemis raised an eye brow at him. "Well I saw someone on a tv show say good bye that way...thought I'd give it a try."

Roy furrowed his brows "Give it a try on someone else not (y/n)." wally nodded in agreement

"Right..." he quickly got up and left. You turned and mouthed an "I'm sorry and I love you" to him before resuming breakfast.

"Well don't you think it would be easier of they knew? Besides out of all of them I have a feeling wally knows..."

Dick moved his phone from one ear to the other while flipping through a stack of papers. "No! I don't want to tell them they'll be all weird about it and like "ooh Grayson scored a hottie!" or "oh look out barb you've got some competition!" besides there's no way wally knows-oh hang on some one else is calling me."

"I'll just call you later bye sweetie."

"Bye I'll see you tonight." You hung up on him and he answered his next call."

"Dick have you seen my...goggles any where?" Dick stopped to think. "No maybe you left them with your jaket in my room."

"Yea maybe ok I'll check thanks man!"

Wally hung up before Dick could answer. "Sure no problem buddy.."

Wally opened the door to dicks room and stepped inside. "What are you doing?" wally jumped and turned around to see megan standing behind him. "Oh uh nothing I was looking for my goggles!" She narrowed her eyes and tapped the goggles that sat atop his head.

"What are you really doing?" he sighed in defeat. "Alright I think (y/n) and Dick are together..."

"Like a couple? What would make you think that?"

Wally started looking through the room "well the other day I went to talk to (y/n) about something and she wasn't in her room. So I went to ask Dick and saw..." he grabbed a shirt from under the bed. "Her favioret shirt! She doesn't just leave this any where...so My thought is they are together or there just doing eachother."

Megan scrunched her nose up. "That's gross there is no way they are just 'doing eachother' there would know better. Besides she meantioned something about getting there laundry mixed up."

Wally tossed the shirt over his shoulder. "Trust me I will find out what's going on between the two and you will be wrong!" She rolled her eyes and left him.

He continued to search the room. He then found your most prized position. Your camera. He looked through the pictures of you and Dick at the fair or the park and some of him kissing your cheek.He smiled proudly as he walked down the hall to your room. "Yea!?"

"Hey (y/n) I found these in dicks room." you looked up from your book and smiled. "Hey! Thanks! I totally for got i le-" she glanced up at him as she took the camera and shirt. "Let him borrow this and you know the laundry mix up..."

He smiled knowingly at you as he glanced around your room noticing a few out of place things. "What are you smiling at?"

"Oh nothing....oh and hey you and Dick should totally name your first kid after me!" and with that he ran down the hall.

"Oh my God wally!"

You pulled Dick into your room as soon as he came back. "Hey of was just gonna drop my stu-"

"Wally knows!"

"What would make you think that?"

"Because wally knoows!! He came to my room this afternoon and have me my shirt and camera back and said "you and Dick should name your first born after me!" And ran off."

"You didn't stop him?"

"I couldn't find him!" you bit your nails nervously and paced slightly. "Ok it's gonna be ok! We'll talk to him and no one will know!"

Dick kissed the top of your head and left the room to find him. You sat on the bed for a while until the door swung open and both way and Dick steped inside.

"Wally please tell me you didn't tell anyone!"

"Not yet! So it's true you two really are!?"

"Well yea! Look I really love (y/n) and we would both appreciate if you didn't tell anyone. We're afraid it will get messed up if- why are you looking at me like that?"

"You just said you loved her!"

"Well yea! I do love her!" you grinned and hugged him. "Awe I thought you two where doing it I didn't know you where in love!"

"Promise you won't tell anyone else?" you looked at him hopefully.

"Yea I won't...unless!"

"Oh boy."

"You have to name at least one of your kids wally." you laughed and shook his hand. "Deal!"

"What!?" Dick looked at you suprised and wally smiled happily before running out the door. "We're having kids now?"

"No! No! Not now!" he sighed with relife

"In the near future though"

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xreaderfic-land · 6 years

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What Lies Beneath Part 14 Red Hood (Jason Todd) X Reader

Summary: Coming back home to Gotham after several years was a tough choice, but you needed to put the past behind you. You blame yourself for Jason’s death and hope that with a medical degree you can have a second chance at saving the kids of Gotham’s streets, but the past won’t stay buried. As the Red Hood invites himself into your life and the little safe bubble of a lie you call life bursts you’re left struggling to cope. Your secret studying of toxins used by Gotham’s villains is sure to land you in hot water eventually, but you’re always up for a challenge. Life is a game of survival and it’s time you joined in.

Co-Author: @inkteller-17 Tags: @jason-todd-rh @totallynotashieldagent @exotiicqueen494 @dragons-of-the-usa @shadowsndaisies @e-equals-mcommunism-squared @icycoldbeanieweanies @peppermint-17 @theskytraveler

Tags CLOSED DUE TO STORY COMPLETION Word Count: 1,335

Warnings: Language

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“I love you.”

Jason’s breath stalled somewhere in his chest at hearing those words as he stared wide-eyed down at Y/n’s already sleeping form. His eyes roamed over the plains of her face as his teeth clenched together.

The consequences of being so near to her and holding his secret in for far too long had finally hit the ceiling. Mentally Jason warred with himself as he rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling.

The warmth of Y/n’s body still tucked protectively against his side left Jason at a loss for the first time in a very long time. The desire to keep her shielded had long since blown up in his face, and admitting that luxury was lost was a bitch.

Inhaling deeply Jason tried to steady his nerves against the looming uncertainty the new coming day promised.

As the image of Y/n’s pale form being yanked free of the elevator came crashing back it served as the final nail into his decision. The time for hiding was over.

Carefully Jay propped himself up on his elbow and glanced at the clock showcasing the late hour. With the use of one free hand, Jason pulled his head completely free of his helmet and set it on the nightstand next to Y/n.

Snuggling back against the bed Jason relished in the feel of Y/n molding against his front. For so long he’d craved to hold and touch her, and being able to finally have that was liberating.

Jay’s lips ghosted over Y/n’s forehead before resting his chin atop her head and hugging her closer. Shutting his eyes Jason let the delicate scent of Y/n carry him into a deep world of sleep he hadn’t achieved in years.

One where the nightmares weren’t overpowering reenactments of his past. One where the darkness didn’t touch him.

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Heat engulfed you as your mind slowly climbed toward the world of consciousness. Mentally you begged your body to let you sleep just a bit more as you rolled onto your other side.

The heat around you shifted to being more concentrated on your backside and around your waist. You grabbed at the one hand around your waist and pulled it up closer to wrap around your chest.

A smile curled your lips as the familiar comforting smell of leather hit your nose calling forth the better memories from last night.

Slowly the dull aches from your wounds became too annoying to ignore especially the longer you laid on your broken ribs. Peeling open your eyes they groggily processed something red resting on the bedside table before you looked toward the window across the room.

The weak sunshine and faint sound of rain told you of a dreary day ahead.

Drawing in a deep breath you suddenly went very still. Not because your ribs had protested at the movement, but because your eyes were finally registering the red helmet next to you.

Swallowing thickly your heart rate kicked up to new levels, a rush of adrenaline wiping your mind of everything besides focusing on that one item.

Rolling slightly back onto your other side you peered over your shoulder. The excitement that had been building at the prospect of finally seeing Red without his helmet suddenly nosedived as your eyes scanned very familiar features.

Denial set in a heartbeat as you pulled free of the man lying next to you. Your chest heaved as your eyes widened in disbelief, there was absolutely no way.

Thick black bangs slightly obscured the man’s face causing you to hesitantly raise your hand.

As the man’s face came fully into view your brain was unable to properly function as it flipped between the memories of a young boy and the man before you now.

The roundness of his features had long since hardened into sharp lines.

Things finally snapped back to the present as your body jumped out away from the bed as a scream ripped free.

You watched as Jason immediately flew into an upright position his hand freeing a pistol from under a pillow as his other hand lifted to shield your empty spot.

Blue-green eyes failing to locate a threat entering the room glanced toward your side of the bed. Finding it empty Jason’s form tensed before it relaxed at seeing you across the room.

You could see Jay’s brain processing the fact that you were staring at him. The actual man underneath the hood.

Jason’s hand holding the pistol dropped back against the bed as his throat worked. Uncertainty slightly pinched his features as he waited for you to say something.

Like a bright light clicking on in a very dark room, everything came into crystal clarity. Your mind combed over the last several weeks with Red Hood and connected things to Jason. All the small likenesses and quirks finally aligned in a way you never even thought possible.

A range of emotions ebbed and flowed through you with dizzying speed. Millions of questions flooded your mind, but when you opened your mouth something else came out in their place.

“Jason?” You asked lowly.

Jay’s jaw set into a hard line for a moment before he gave a calm reply, “Now, Y/n I know--”

“Don’t bullshit me Todd” You spat as your eyes flicked between the helmet and Jay.

Jason left his pistol on the bed before getting out of it and standing across the bed from you while continuing to speak softly.

“Doll--”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” Your chest heaved as you suddenly lifted his helmet off the tabletop.

Jay flinched against the sound of your voice cracking with emotion as he held his hands up in surrender. His eyes danced between the helmet and you as his mind raced to form words.

“What the fuck?” You hissed.

“I thought you would be happy,” Jason said uneasily.

“Fuck you,” You spat.

Jason’s lips twitched, “I mean I’m down if you’re down for another round.”

Your arm jerked back at his remark.

“Okay, okay, shit! I thought you would be happy about this?” Jay’s voice was frantic before it gained a more cautious edge.

You blinked at him as you fought back confused tears climbing up your throat before anger ripped back through you. You fucking mourned him and he had the audacity to think you’d be happy about him lying to you all this time.

“Fuck you, Jay” As you seethed the words you pelted the helmet at Jason with all your might, “I watched your coffin get lowered into the ground you jackass! I mourned your death for years and you think this is a fucking joke!?”

You hated that the crack in your voice was only getting worse. Your hands balled into fists as you glared at Jay.

Jason’s mouth opened to say something but you rose your hand to cut him off. Shaking your head you stalked toward the last place you thought your scrubs laid in his place.

You could feel Jason silently stalking behind you as you quickly stepped into your pants and wrapped your top around you. Your hand wrapped around the front door handle and ripped it open.

The sound of pouring rain almost drowned out the sound of Jason’s voice.

“Y/n don’t leave!”

Whipping around the irony of hearing those words sound from his lips coupled with everything else snapped whatever calm you’d been barely maintaining. Your arm shot out and went higher than Jason’s chest this time.

You barely processed the pain that came with your knuckles smashing across Jay’s jawline as adrenaline continued to pour through you as his head snapped to the side.

Jay’s eyes were wide as he processed what you’d done.

“Watch me.” You ground out those few parting words before spinning back around.

As you slammed the door shut and left Jason in the echoing silence of his apartment rain immediately pelted your skin. With the rain came a soul-numbing calm that you welcomed.

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coffee-randomness · 7 years

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Slow dances and charity events

Requested by @princessnightwing here, I really hope you like it!

This got a little long, so that’s why the cut it’s there!

Word count: 1221

Tagging: @speedypan @insideoflit @the-shadow-of-atlantis @nightwing-rules @werewitchling

“Hi” you say, taking a deep breath and feeling the smell of his cologne surrounding you.

“Hi,” he says, balancing his weight in the heels of his black dress shoes. “I-I, you… wow.”

You look up to his eyes and Dick does something that you’ve never seen him doing before. He stutters. Words seem to slip out of his mouth before he even has the chance to process or say them, his hands glued to his sides, his cheeks a hotter shade of pink the more he stares at you.

The soft breeze of the night brushes against your face and you feel yourself blushing too, unsure of what to do with the throbbing of your own heart in your ears. You glance at Dick and his neatly combed hair, his tux somehow enhancing the blue of his eyes, sparkling as he stares at you.

There’s a few moments of silence before you decide to turn around to close the door of your apartment and then you feel his arms around you to keep you from falling when you take the few steps down, staying right where they are even after you’re standing in front of him and the car.

“Dick,” you call, smiling at the way his jaw loosens up, “we should get going.”

His grip tightens a little and he nods, ignoring the small difference in your heights that the high heels fail to save and leaning down to leave a peck in your cheek.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers underneath his breath, putting a straw of hair behind your ear, “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you here with me. To have you in my life.”

“And I’m so lucky you let me in, handsome boy” you giggle, moving your hand up to cup his face and tilting your chin up so your eyes connect. His are shining with a emotion so intense it melts down on your stomach, making your breath hitch the moment he moves closer.

It isn’t the first time he kisses you but, with his hands holding the small of your back and pressing you to him, it’s the first time you realize how much meaning such a simple action holds inside. Dick pulls back, smiling, and the both of you get in the car silently.

The quiet mixture of nerves and excitement flutters around you as you sing with him during the trip, turning your head to see him occasionally. You know he’s nervous too when you see him nipping at his nails in the red lights, the same gesture he did during most of your first date and on the day he jokingly put the candy ring around your finger.

You watch Dick fingers tapping against the steering wheel, fast, contrasting with the soft rhythm of the song on the radio and you sigh, waiting for him to park before resting your hand on his shoulder.

“It’ll be okay,” you say in the most calming tone you can manage, “your family won’t scare me away from you.”

Dick raises an eyebrow at you, “Do you promise it?”

You watch Bruce smile for what appears it’s the first time in the night and the group of people surrounding you burst into laughter. A pair of hands wraps around you from behind and you flinch, letting out a yelp that only fuels the group’s delight.

“Excuse me, madam,” a low voice speaks in your ear, “do you have an inhaler?”

Dick brushes his nose in exposed skin of your neck and you feel yourself blushing under his touch. You see Bruce eyebrows shooting up and little Damian scuffing at his side, clearly displeased.

You struggle in his embrace, “What’s gotten into you, Dick?”

His chest vibrates with his giggle, his grip tightening around you, “Come on, ask me why.”

“Why, Richard?” you whisper through gritted teeth, embarrassed by all the eyes following every one of your movements.

“Because you take my breath away.”

You’re not sure if the feeling that washes over you is annoyance or amusement as he turns you around to face him and you watch the grin in his lips, wanting to roll your eyes at him and his silliness.

“If you’d excuse us, ladies and gentlemans.”

And with that, he holds your hand and pulls you to one of the dessert tables.

The charity event is one the most successful one Bruce’s had had in some time, or so Tim told you when you met him, maybe so because it was the first time Dick took someone with him to the gala and the gossiping high class of Gotham was ready to tear apart whoever was currently dating one of Bruce Wayne’s adopted children. It scare you a bit but, not as much as Damian Wayne glaring at you as Dick introduced you to them.

“Are you hungry?” Dick asks, taking a bite of a tiny cake you didn’t notice he had taken from the table.

“Not yet” you admit, taking a sip from the glass of water in your hand. “For a moment there, I thought Damian was about to jump at me and pull my hair.”

Dick laughs, it’s an easy sound that serves you calm down, “He’s a sweet kid when he gives himself the chance to be.”

You nod, “I can tell.”

“He hasn’t insulted you yet, right?” he doesn’t give you enough time to answer. “It means he likes you.”

“What are you doing?” you giggle, feeling him pull at your arm.

“The night’s almost over,” Dick says, “let’s dance.”

The music starts playing and his hands are around your waist, pulling you closer to him, making you rest your forehead in his shoulder as your feet move together in a tranquil cadence that you can’t manage to pick up over his smell so close to you.

His hand tightens on yours and you can’t see his face, but you know he’s smiling. A fuzzy feeling travels down your body, it intertwines within you, warming in your chest and overwhelming in your stomach, letting you forget how many eyes are on you as the tip of one your heels sinks in his shoes and you hear him growl in pain.

You want to stop to look up at him, but his hands are still there, Dick keeps guiding you through the music. Laughing, as if nothing happened. You’re too close, and the vibration of his body as he laughs at your apology, his blue eyes gleaming the moment they meet yours, sends another wave of joy towards you, making you laugh too.

The mixture of sounds fills your lungs and as you make slow circles around the ballroom in his arms, you know just how much he made you fall for him.

Then the music is over, leaving a sensation of emptiness in the beat that successes. The moment isn’t broken, though, and Dick takes a step back to cup your face with his hand, leaning down to peck your cheek lightly.

“Thank you coming with me” he whispers.

You smile again, “Thank you for having me come with you”.

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