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makethatelevenrings · 11 months
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Skeletons in the Closet // D. Grayson x gn!reader
Requested? Yep!
Warnings: reader is followed home at night!!! if anyone ever follows you home, you have my consent to beat the everloving shit out of them!!!! your life is far more valuable to a fucking creeps!!!
Summary: While being followed home after work, you get a call from your boyfriend. He sends in some help from a friend. Things are realized.
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Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck fuck.
With your keys clutched tightly between your thumb and palm and your pepper spray poking out from your grip, you hurried down the street with your heart racing faster each step. Another glance over your shoulder confirmed it. You were being followed.
You had to stay late at work because two of your coworkers had the flu and this was the punishment you got for trying to be nice. Fuck this. Fuck capitalism. Fuck the world and having to be scared walking to your fucking apartment.
And just your luck, the red line stop near your apartment was closed for repairs to the platform structure so that meant you had to walk an extra four blocks to get home. Fuck.
Your phone buzzed in your hand and you nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden jolt to your system. With shaking hands you swiped your thumb across the screen and pressed it against your cheek as you kept walking.
“Hello?” You really hoped that the person on the other line couldn’t hear the pure, visceral fear in your voice but you doubted it.
“Hey. I was just calling because you never texted that you left work or got home.” Oh. Right. Your boyfriend of three months, Dick Grayson, was a perfect gentleman and he always appreciated a text from you when you got home at night, whether it was from work or a night out with friends. He didn’t care if you were out late partying. He just wanted to make sure you were home safe at the end of the night.
“Right, shit. Sorry. I just got out of work a half hour ago and…” You glanced back at the guy following you and dropped your voice. “Someone’s following me. I’m about ten minutes max away from my apartment and I’ve got pepper spray, but you should know that I-”
“Where are you?” His voice had grown frigid in the time you were rambling and you peered up at the street sign you just passed.
“Avalon and Fifth.”
Dick inhaled deeply and then said something away from the phone, as though he was talking to someone in the background. He moved back closer to the phone and started talking quickly.
“Okay, baby, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to put my friend on the line and she’s going to keep talking to you, okay? And in the meantime, I have another friend in the area and he’s going to come meet you. Keep walking towards your place. Don’t stop moving. Barbara will talk you through it.”
The line clicked before you could say anything and then a calm, pleasant voice filled your ear. “Hi, I’m Barbara. Dick’s told me a lot about you. Did you know he’s kind of obsessed with you?”
The sudden levity of the question elicited a laugh from you as you hurried down the darkened street. You could hear the footsteps getting closer and it made your throat close with anxiety.
“Hey Barbara, what’s going to happen?” you asked quietly.
“Don’t you worry about that. Just keep walking. You’re doing fine. Why did you stay late at work?”
“My coworkers are sick. Flu season and all that.”
“Hmmm, viruses are a bitch.” There was something in her voice that indicated more to her comment than you knew, but you didn’t have time to pry. The closer you got to an ally, the faster the steps sounded until the guy was full on sprinting towards you.
“Fuck,” you gasped as you turned to watch him barrel at you. Before he could get within three feet of you, a blur of black and blue swung down from seemingly nowhere and then Nightwing was standing over him, escrima sticks clutched tightly in his hands.
“Go,” the vigilante barked. He looked back at you and what a sight you probably made. Shaking, phone pressed to cheek and other hand gripping keys and pepper spray, and what felt like tears streaming down your cheeks, you stared back at the mask covered eyes. His chin dipped and you realized that he was inspecting you for some kind of injury. Nightwing raised his head to stare at you once more and then he jutted his chin out towards you in a silent command. The silvery white scar on his lower jar stood out under the light of the street lamps.
“Go,” he repeated. The man below him tried to sit up and the vigilante snapped one of his bludgeons down onto the man’s arm with a sickening crack, eliciting a scream from the man. You almost felt sorry for him.
Almost.
You didn’t need another prompting and instead you turned, tucked tail, and sprinted the rest of the way home. You nearly forgot that Barbara was on the other end of the phone until you heard her call your name.
“I’m…I’m okay. I think. I…I’m okay.” Your hands shook so hard as you tried to unlock the door to your apartment that your dropped your keys and cursed under your breath. Scooping them up once more, you tried again and flew into your apartment.
“I’m home. Door’s locked. I’m fine. I…fucking hell. What just happened?”
“Hey, hey,” Barbara said. “Breathe with me, okay? That was a scary situation. Breathe. In two, out three. There we go.”
The fragments and pieces of your scattered brain started to knit an image together of what just happened. As the adrenaline receded, you were able to try and come to terms with the events of that night and one thing stood out to you.
The scar on his chin.
Nightwing’s.
The same scar that you pressed a kiss to in thanks for coffee. The same scar you made sure to pepper with kisses when your boyfriend curled around you and fell asleep against your chest. The same scar that you looked up at when he pulled sweet moans out of your lungs.
“I’m going to kill him,” you hissed.
Barbara barked out a laugh. “Please make sure to film it for me.”
“Oh, I will.” You tossed your keys and pepper spray onto the table just as a shadow passed over the window of your living room. “It’s been nice meeting you, Barbara, but I have to go strangle someone.”
“I’m going to put your number in my phone and we will be getting coffee soon.” You gave her a final goodbye and then stalked towards the window. Your phone tumbled onto the plush cushions of the couch as you passed. Yanking open the window, you stuck your head out and glared at the vigilante standing on the far end of your fire escape.
“So this is why you always make an excuse to not stay the night,” you snapped. Anxiety had turned to rage real quick. Nightwing grimaced and raised his gloved hand to run his fingers through his hair. It was then that you saw the fresh blood that mottled his knuckles and you knew exactly where it came from.
“And also why I make sure you get home at night,” he added quietly. You crooked your finger at him and he complied wordlessly. His footsteps were nearly silent on the old fire escape and you took a moment to marvel at how such a muscular man was able to move so quickly and quietly.
“Is this it? Any more skeletons in your closet?” you asked.
“You know about my family, so no. No more skeletons.”
“I’m going to ask Barbara when we go and get coffee,” you breathed against his lips. Dick paled slightly before he cleared his throat.
“That’s fair.”
“Now get in here and get that suit off. I’m still mad at you but I could really do with a hug right now.”
He didn’t protest.
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astraeaalstroemeria · 5 months
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it's a new soundtrack, i could dance to this beat
SONG INSPO: Welcome To New York (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift
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SYNOPSIS: You and Dick Grayson had been close friends for years, but your connection snapped when your family moved to London. Everything changed for you, but you managed. It only took an invitation from your old friends and you were off to a plane back home.
GENRE: Fluff, Comfort, Angst
PAIRING(S): Titans!Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader
WARNING(S): Violence, Blood, Weapons, Slight Gore, Explicit Language, Blood, Weapons, Implied Smut, Trauma, Death, Near Death Experience, Coma
WORD COUNT: 4.3k
Rules & Navigation | Dick Grayson Masterlist
1989 (Taylor's Version) Special | request by anon
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Your headphones blasted music as you were closing up your family’s restaurant and mopped the floors. You were twirling around with the mop in your hands when the door of the shop opened and the bell rang.
You averted your eyes from the ground and glanced at the five men in tuxedos and they had some kind of wired device around their ears. You took off your headphones and stared at the men.
“Uh, if you’re going to order, we’re closed. In case you missed the sign outside.” You mumbled cautiously. Oh why? Because you never had any trust in tuxedo poker-faced looking men. That’s always a bad sign from where you originally were years ago.
“We’re here for something else, Calyptra” a man said snarky and you immediately knew what was going on. You raised your eyebrow in curiosity and took a small step back.
“Hmm, I figured.” and with that, you swung the mop to a man’s stomach and the fight began. The men didn’t hesitate bringing their guns out from their blazer pockets and you ran around for cover. You backflipped to a table and flipped the table over to serve as a barrier while you took off your necklace that was holding your true power back. 
One of the men shot the table from the other side and it almost hit your head within an inch of distance from your side. You finally stood up and came out of your hiding spot with your hands raised and you levitated the bullets that came towards you.
With the bullets floating in the air, the man immediately saw through your plan and started heading for their own cover but you sent the bullets flying through the bodies of two of the men and they laid on the ground, dead.
The three remaining men charged towards you with a war cry and you started fighting them off. A man started to charge towards you with a knife in their hand and intend to stab through your head and another man charged towards you with a table cloth in their hands intended to choke you or possibly tie you up.
You noticed that the third man was nowhere to be found and you had taken a mental note of that. Meanwhile, you moved swiftly and swerved your shoulder to your side and you made him fly across the room with your power and sent him flying to the man with the tablecloth and both men crashed to the floor.
Both of the men grunted as you held them back with your power and made them stick to the ground. While focused, the third man had an opportunity to ambush you and took it. The third man fired the gun towards the direction of your stomach while you had your back turned from where he was hiding earlier, but you were prepared.
You saw through the plan of his and you used your other hand to levitate the three bullets and you turned your head towards the man. You sent the bullets flying his way and he swiftly dodged them.
While the third man was focused dodging the bullets, you had the time to use your power and take the tablecloth from the second man and use it to tie him and the first man and flung them across the room.
Blood oozed from their faces as they hit the ground and possibly have broken their noses from the brutal fall. You charged towards the third man and he tried to punch you but you caught his arm and twisted it behind his back, but he kicked you and you fell on the floor.
“Oh fuck no!” You screamed as you tried to get up but the third man put his foot on your neck and you clawed at his leg as you choked. You were about to blackout but you managed to summon the consciousness you still have left and you raised your hand and summoned your power to twist his neck so much that it fell off from his body.
The third man’s blood splattered to your face and body as the headless body fell off slowly and onto the floor pooling with red blood. You got up with a sore body and hurting neck. 
The two men that were still tied up were wiggling in the tablecloth that you tied them too but you averted your eyes to the gun that was right at their feet.
You walked slowly and the men had fear in their eyes. You picked up the gun and cocked it. It clicked. You aimed for their foreheads…
And shoot.
The first man was down and his head hung downwards as the bullet penetrated his head. The blood once again splattered onto your face and the second man also had blood on him. 
You decided to kneel at the level of the second man and had a poker face displayed in your face. You sighed a shaky breath and the man waited in anticipation.
“Tell me, and be honest. Who the fuck sent you to come after me?” you asked in a menacing tone and aimed the gun to his head. The man whimpered and you threatened to pull the trigger. He finally caved in and he blurted the answer. “IT WAS DEATHSTROKE!” he blurted out and you shot him after.
Splat.
You closed your eyes as blood once again was on your face. Looking around, you used your magic to clean up the bloody and gore-worthy mess before your parents or anyone around came by the restaurant and saw what you did.
After five minutes, you had successfully cleaned up the mess and disposed of the bodies—God knows where—and you also cleaned yourself up.
And you went back to mopping the floors and finished up cleaning. But in addition, you had new guns and knives added to your collection once again. You closed the lights and out of the restaurant you were.
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Walking back to your apartment, it was cold and you had forgotten to bring your scarf because you had underestimated the weather and that was your biggest mistake.
Once you arrive at your apartment, you hang your coat on the coat rack, take off your shoes and put the keys in the bowl on the coffee table in your living room. You sigh as you walk into the kitchen and open the fridge to get some water.
You took the pitcher with water and grabbed a glass and poured yourself a full glass of water. After gulping down the water, you grabbed your phone in your bag and you dialed a number you knew all so well and tapped your shoes with anticipation. 
Once the person on the other end picks up, you straightened your posture. “Hello? Who’s this?” an unfamiliar young voice greeted you. 
“Uh, excuse me? May I speak to Richard Grayson, please?” you said and the girl on the other end could be heard on the phone saying “Hey, Dick! Someone on the phone is looking for you!”
And you could no longer hear someone saying until that familiar voice greeted you. “Ah, long time no see, Calyptra. What took you so long?” after hearing Dick’s—probably smug—voice, you started shouting.
“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” you screamed and you could hear that same girl in the background saying “Uh, what did you do? This time?” you assumed the reason the girl had heard you shout at Dick was you were on speaker phone.
“How the fuck did Deathstroke’s men found me? I’m miles away from goddamn Gotham! I swear to god-” you began rambling on and nothing could calm you down in the moment. “I swear I can explain if you let me-” you cut him off.
“NO! You listen to me. No contact from you for years and this is how I get in touch with you! Go fuck yourself!” you swore and you could hear a pained hiss on the other end and some chuckling.
“Hey hey, take it easy on him, sweetie. He just wants to talk some peace.” you hear Dawn on the other end. “Dawn? What- what are you doing with that dickhead?” you calmed down. You sat on the couch.
“Well, I have some news for you. And I don’t think that you’ll.. Erm..” Dawn trailed off and another person butt in. “The Titans are back in business again.” Donna said while chuckling. Your mouth hung open and you cleared your throat.
Oh now it made sense. Fucking bastards.
“Is that so? Does that include recruiting old pals that were cut off from contact years ago, Troy?” you said while gritting your teeth. “Ouch, going to the last name basis now, are we?” Donna said feigning hurt.
“I think that’s just about right. Never thought I’d hear from you again. And once I do, I find out that what broke us apart is back again.” you sighed and you fiddled with your nails.
“Yeah, I never thought that would happen. Especially that what happened had a huge impact on you..” after Donna said that, your ears began ringing and a memory displayed on your mind.
[flashback starts]
You were fighting alongside the Titans and you were called ‘Calyptra’ who was famous for saving people and all that hero agenda. You were on a mission to fight Deathstroke but the fight was too easy. Deathstroke was gone, but you had a gut feeling something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
You were right seconds later. Your senses kicked in too late and you felt the world in slow motion as you whipped your head where you sensed Deathstroke was, but he had already fired the sniper towards Aqualad.
Shoot.
Splat.
Drop.
You were still stunned when you heard Donna scream, thinking it was because of Aqualad but you were wrong. Again. But that’s when you felt it. The stinging pain on your stomach.
You looked down and realized it was blood. Someone had stabbed their sword through your stomach and you turned around and saw it was none other than Deathstroke himself.
Your eyes widened and your mouth began to pour out blood. As you dropped to your knees and your body grew weak. Why had you let down your guard? Why? You had no idea.
Drop.
Blood.
Screams.
Everything was muffled. Even Dawn’s screaming and Dick’s panicked figure running towards you.
Oh how much he cared....
For you.
You laid on the ground and Deathstroke was no longer found in the area. You looked over at Aqualad’s dead body 3 feet away from you and a grieving Donna kneeling over and had his body being hugged by her. You hadn’t noticed that Dick was already by your side and he was doing the same thing.
He was sobbing. 
Wait, was that right?
Why was Dick Grayson sobbing?
All because of you. He had held his feelings way too long enough to the point he might actually not get to say it to you. He was afraid at that moment as your eyes started to flutter shut and he was… 
screaming? 
Yes. 
Screaming for Hank to get help. 
Was he about to lose you? He hoped not. You had already begun to lose grip of your consciousness and you fully blacked out. Your ears started ringing again.
Louder.
And louder.
And…
[flashback ended]
“Hello? Hello? Calyptra, are you there?” Donna on the other end asked as you zoned out for a minute and had the most traumatic flashback. “Ah, yes. I’m here. Were you saying something?” you chuckled nervously.
“Yes, I was saying something. I was saying if you’d accept the deal to go back.” Donna asked and you stood up from the couch and began pacing around the room. “Back? Back to what? Or where?” you questioned. Though you fear what might be the answer.
“Back here? In Gotham… And back to the Titans?” Donna said, as she waited with a shaky breath. You shook your head. “No. No I can’t. Donna please-” you said with a panicked voice as tears pricked your eyes. You couldn’t start with the trauma once again.
“Please, Calyptra, we need you-” you hung up. Sobs erupted from your mouth and you threw your phone on the coffee table. You couldn’t go back, you just… couldn’t. You sobbed and tears ran down on your cheeks.
Your eyes averted to the picture frame that sat on the fireplace and you slowly walked towards it. You gently took the picture frame and saw that it was of you, Donna and Dick.
It was during the prom that Dick took you in as his partner. You were in the middle and smiling like there was no care in the world and Donna was smiling beside you while Dick only showed a bit of his smile.
You sniffled at the memory and hugged it closer to your chest. You stared above and wished for the stars to help you. Or anyone for that matter. You took a ragged breath and wiped your eyes. You could taste your salty tears.
You managed to pick yourself up and took the courage to grab your bag and went to your room. You were hesitant to decide whether you would accept the offer or would you rather stay in London and have your peaceful life again.
But you knew that getting involved with the Titans and with your old friends again, you knew that guilt would start eating up your insides once again. It was the same old cycle. It would never end.
You arrived in your room and tossed your bag somewhere and you face-planted to your pillow and you sighed. You turned and you were lying down on your back. You stared at your ceiling and you finally decided.
With the sudden burst of determination, you stood up from your bed and began packing your belongings. You grabbed two suitcases and began folding and shoving clothes into it. Your parents were out of town but you were no longer there once they got back.
You decided that you would either leave a note on the counter or call them once you were in Gotham. You decided to go with the latter. You finished packing with the help of your magic and you dressed yourself in clothes that would disguise you.
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It was Saturday evening. It was the day after you were attacked and got a call from Donna asking you to join the Titans again and go back to Gotham. Your parents asked where you were going yesterday evening and had a talk with them.
To say that they were afraid and there were a lot of crying and sentimentals was an understatement. You cried your hearts out and they wished you luck because they knew what trauma you went through and they hoped you were gonna be okay.
You were currently standing in the living room of the Titans tower and you set down your suitcase and looked around quietly hoping to surprise them in the morning. You stared at the window view of the tower and the beautiful city lights below you.
It was midnight and no one was awake at this hour. That was what you thought. What you didn’t know was that a certain bird was assigned on a patrol and had just got back. So imagine his surprise when he stepped out of the elevator and saw a stranger standing near the window.
In instinct, he flinched and shouted. “Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing here?! Intruder! Intruder!” the boy in the Robin suit began shouting and you immediately began to shush him.
You stepped forward and tried to go near him but he threw his weapon at you. You dodged him and tendrils of your power appeared on your palm and used telekinesis to grab his foot and throw him across the room, leaving him gasping for breath as he hit a vase and it shattered on impact.
You grabbed a knife that was safely tucked on your boot and you nicked his arm.
He groaned in pain, and he was about to shout once again but you managed to shush him in time and you twisted his arm behind his back and placed the knife on his neck while your hand with your power was placed tightly on his mouth.
You heard some doors were beginning to open and the lights were turning on to see the commotion was about.
Shit.
Screw this.
You looked around and you made you and the boy invisible and you made way to the living room, going completely unnoticed. You saw Donna was the first one to come into view and had a confused look as she stepped carefully towards the shattered vase and inspected it.
Others came into view as well. Like Dawn, Hank and Dick. There were some unfamiliar people too and they were also confused as hell.
“What the hell is that commotion about?” a young girl asked. It was probably the same girl you had spoken to on the phone.
“Yeah, we heard Jason shouting. Who was he talking to?” a young boy with green hair asked. Dawn looked worriedly at Dick and her eyes averted to the suitcases in the living room that weren't there before.
“Uh, Dick? That wasn’t there before… was it?” Dawn asked and Dick also found himself staring at the suitcases. He shook his head.
Donna also averted her eyes from the vase and turned her focus to the suitcases. “Do you think…?” Donna questioned and she began to stare around the room for any being. An invisible being.
You were enjoying her trying to spot you but your invisibility has improved compared to the years prior. You threw ‘Jason’ on the ground and he grunted again. Donna stepped back and squinted her eyes to where she thought Jason was.
You released the invisibility from him and he quickly got up on his feet and had his fists out. He turned to Donna and the others. “There’s- there’s a crazy intruder! Some witchy bullshit!” he said panicking and Donna’s mouth was agape as you also released the invisibility on yourself.
Dawn chuckled happily and her hands flew to her mouth while Donna’s eyes widened and also chuckled and ran towards you for a hug. You groaned on the force and she swayed you a little while you hugged her back.
“Oh hell yeah! There’s the bitch witch!” Hank exclaimed happily and he also ran for a hug. Dawn was close behind. Donna released you from the hug and she had teary eyes while Dawn hugged you too. “Oh my god, Calyptra! You’re here, I can’t believe it.” Dawn mumbled on your shoulder.
You chuckled and you hugged her tight. “Yeah, I can’t believe it either. And also, fuck you, Hank.” you teased while Dawn pulled away from you and Hank side-hugged you. “Ah, I missed that fiery comeback of yours. Welcome back, witch.” Hank chuckled and patted your back.
You and Hank always got along well. Especially when he had a long-time crush on Dawn and you were crushing on Dick but what are the odds? He and Dawn were dating. Such a shame, truly.
“It’s good to be back. At least I hope it’s good.” you winked at Hank and he grumbled teasingly. Your eyes averted from Hank to the young teens in the room and a curly haired black woman. God she was beautiful. You thought.
“Uh, what is happening right now?” the raven-haired girl asked and she turned to the green-haired boy. “Yeah! That crazy woman tried to kill me and here you all are hugging her and having goody goody with her!” Jason said as he was pissed off.
“Excuse you, brat. But this crazy woman has been my friend since I joined the Titans. And now she’s back..” Hank trailed off and he looked at Dick who was still staring at you. “We have a chance against Deathstroke. Or anyone for that matter.” he mumbled.
You finally averted your eyes to Dick and your smile dropped and you took a long sigh.
“Grayson.” you said sternly. 
Dick’s face was visibly hurt by your last name basis and he crossed his arms.
“Calyptra.” he responded. 
But it wasn’t stern. It only had a normal tone, which was surprising for a yearning man all these years you moved away. The green-haired boy sensed something and he chuckled nervously trying to break the tension.
“Oho-kay! Since uhm, this was a very happy happy reunion, might as well introduce myself. My name is Gar. Gar Logan.” Gar said and he stepped forward with a smile and he offered his hand for you to shake. You smiled at him as well and shook his hand.
The raven-haired girl soon followed and she gave you a tight-lipped smile. “My name’s Rachel. Rachel Roth. I was the girl you were on the phone with yesterday?” Rachel said and she also offered her hand for you to shake and you happily accepted it. 
Jason was still sulking in the corner and he was glaring at you. Rachel looked at Jason and she did the introduction for him. “Oh and you've met Jason. Jason Todd.” she said and Jason just gave you a glare.
You averted your eyes to the black woman and she stepped forwards and gave you a handshake. “Kory. Kory Anders. Pleasure to meet you. Finally.” Kory said and she shook your hand firmly.
“Alright, now that all of the introduction is done, should we go back to sleep? I mean, it is the middle of the night.” Dawn said, trying to ease the tension. “Oh and your room is still the same as is. It was never touched so I guess it’s still a bit… dusty.” Dawn smiled sheepishly.
“That’s alright, Dawn. I’ll go clean it myself. You’ve done enough, thank you.” you smiled and she gave you a nod. Gar yawned and Rachel followed. “Well, we should get going. It was nice meeting you, Calyptra.” Rachel said and waved goodbye as she started to walk away and back to her room.
Soon enough, everyone else did the same. But Dick was the last one to leave and you just dismissed him and turned to your suitcases and also went to your room. Dick tried to call out to you, but you just walked faster.
A minute later, you arrived at your room. It was still the same and the posters you had put up were still put up. Everything was dusty, and that included the bookshelf full with books. And the record player you had near your table was still there. You also had a box full of records in the corner.
You sigh as you put your suitcase in a corner and you whip your hand to immediately clean the room as tidy as possible. It was all cleaned within a minute but then you heard soft knocks on your door while you had your back turned to it. “Don’t come in.” you said as you already knew who it was.
But nevertheless, the person came in. It was Dick. Of course it was. “Hey.” he said as he entered your room. You turned around to face him and you responded with a dry tone. “Hi.” you said and you crossed your arms. He stepped closer while you didn’t move at your spot.
“Look, I’m sorry. I-” you cut him off. “Sorry my ass, Dick fucking Grayson. You cut me off when I was at my lowest. When I was in a coma. You abandoned me when I needed you and never once did I get a visit in the hospital until I was eventually moved to London.” you raised your voice.
Dick put his hands in front of him and he nodded. He sat down on your bed and it dipped with his weight. “Yes, I know what I did was wrong and low. But I had a reason.” he said and you raised your eyebrow.
“I thought that if I stayed away from you, you’d be away from danger and I…” he trailed off and he sighed.
Your eyes softened and you moved from where you were standing and also sat down beside him and the bed dipped more. You sighed and you shook your head.
“I loved you..” he mumbled and you lifted your heads towards him in shock. “I love you and I couldn’t lose you. The guilt was eating me up and I couldn’t bare it. So I stayed away hoping to move on.” he continued.
You had nothing to say to that. Years of wishing he would say that had finally come true. You shook your head and you turned to Dick.
“I… you loved me?” you said, hoping to have heard right. He nodded and gave you that subtle smile you loved so much. “I have. For years. But I never realized it until it was too late and you’ve moved.”
You didn’t let him finish and kissed him on impulse. Dick tensed up at the moment and he wasn’t expecting that. But after he got over his shock, he kissed you back and he put his arms around you, hugging you. He laid you on the bed and he was on top of you.
The kissing got more intense as you both devoured each other's lips with hunger. When you pulled away, you were both panting and Dick began to unbutton your shirt and you did the same to him. 
After unbuttoning all the buttons you leaned forward for Dick to take it off and you saw his nasty scar by his chest, but you didn't mind. You two continued kissing and he pulled away and you looked at him with a confused look before he started kissing your neck and you gave him more access by tilting it and he hit a sweet spot and you moaned with pleasure.
In the morning, you and Dick were naked and lying down with the blanket as cover. You had a steamy night with him and thank god for the barrier you put to silence your session with him. What a way to be back, right?
He certainly has a way to leave you...
breathless.
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mayfieldss · 1 year
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Can't let go - Dick Grayson
Warnings; language, sexual innuendos, small arguments.
Pairing; Dick Grayson x fem!reader
Summary; You and Dick used to be in love. After your relationship comes to an end, Dick realizes that he never stopped loving you, and maybe he never will.
AN; very loosely inspired by 'Bad Omens' by 5SOS, thanks for the idea / song rec @hiya-its-amber
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For the first time in months, Dick feels at peace. He's comfortable and happy, tangled in the sheets with your head on his chest. Your breaths match his, and with his fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin, he can convince himself that this is how it's meant to be. It's proof that he can be happy and that maybe he deserves to be.
"You're oddly quiet." He can hear the smile in your voice, your words drowned in it, and Dick lets himself soak in the fact that you're content. You're content with him.
"Does that bother you?" He presses a kiss to your hair, fingers running absentmindedly over your spine. Your skin is smooth there, scarless, unlike his own.
"I like hearing your voice." You shift in his embrace so you can look at him, and it hits Dick then, just how much he loves the way you look in the morning.
"And like hearing yours." He smiles, and you do the same, the sound of a laugh catching in your throat as he flips over, switching your positions. He's grinning as he presses soft kisses to your neck, and he tries his best to savor the feeling of his lips on your skin. Your hands move over his back and shoulders with touches that alternate between light fingers, skimming over his muscles, and soft hands gripping him tight.
Dick moves his attention to your collarbone, and you chuckle when his hair falls forward, tickling your shoulders. "Get yourself up here, Grayson." He loves the way you say it, and he does as he's told, bringing his lips up to meet yours.
"How ‘bout, I make us breakfast, and we can finish this later?" He stares down at you with gentle eyes, watching as you think it over. Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, and Dick knows more than anything that he would do whatever it took to stay in this moment with you.
"You've got yourself a deal." A Cheshire cat-like smile graces your lips, as you say it, making Dick's stomach do flips.
"What would you like me to make?" He knows the answer already because you give him the same one every time he asks. He only offers you the question so he can stay in bed with you a little while longer.
"You know what I want Grayson, you always do."
Dick raises an eyebrow, fingers running up and down your arm with featherlight touches. "That's an expensive meal you're asking for baby, it'll cost you."
He watches as you bite your lip, the look in your eyes now forever being one of his favourites, before you pull him down into a kiss. It starts soft, sweet, and full of all your affections, but changes soon to something needy and passionate, a feeling so good that it's criminal.
When you pull back for air, you keep him close, arms over his shoulders. "How much does it cost now?"
You smile again, and Dick releases a breathy laugh, moving a hand up to touch your cheek. "Just give me a few more of those, and you have yourself a free meal."
With no hesitation you pull him back toward you, lips melting into his. You were perfect for him, and the feelings that consumed Dick at that moment were still left unmatched.
That's his favourite memory of you, and he recalls it in detail whilst he burns his third plate of food this week. He can't focus on anything other than what he's lost, and he knows he has no one to blame for that but himself. He tried blaming you. He thought if he did, then maybe it wouldn't hurt as much. Maybe he could create some reason in his mind, an explanation for why he did what he did. You had your flaws, but Dick loved every one of them, and there's nothing he can use to pin his pain on you, even if you are the source of it.
When Rachel enters the kitchen Dick hardly notices until he's turned around to see her sitting at the marble island. He puts his plate down, dumping the pan in the sink.
"That's really what you're eating?" Rachel screws up her nose as she watches Dick stand with his back against the counter, plate back in his hand as he takes a small bite of the charred meal. "Did you cook that on a barbecue or something?"
Dick just shrugs, trying to offer the young girl a smile. "It tastes alright." It's a lie and an obvious one at that.
"Dick, put that down, Jesus." Rachel stands, making her way over to him and dumping his plate in the sink. She turns to the fruit bowl on the kitchen island and chucks him an apple. "I can't sit here and watch you eat shit. What was that even supposed to be, anyway?"
Dick grumbles as he watches his meal submerge itself into the water-filled sink, "It was meant to be an omelette, and you didn't have to watch me eat it."
Rachel gives him a pointed look. "That was not an omelette."
Dick turns his gaze away from the burnt, sunken, pile, allowing himself to return Rachel's stare. "I didn't say it was an omelette, I said that's what it was meant to be."
"Well, that doesn't matter." Rachel waves him off, and suddenly her expression changes to one of concern, though it's not directed at him. "I need to tell you something."
"Yeah?" He takes a bite of the apple in his hands, and Dick has to admit that it's a thousand times better than what he had attempted to eat before.
"It's about Y/N."
At the sound of your name Dick almost chokes, but he masks it with a cough, placing the apple on the counter. "What about her?"
Rachel eyes him cautiously, elbows resting on the marble countertop. "Gar and I saw her the other day, at the grocery store, and—" she pauses, frowning at Dick in a way he can't describe. It's something between pity and blame. "You really did a number on her, didn't you?"
Dick stays silent. He knows what he did to you, how he broke your heart. It haunts him every day.
"Aren't you going to ask how she is? Don't you care?" There are tears in Rachel's eyes, and for the first time in since Dick broke it off with you, he remembers how close the two of you had been. Rachel loved you, always stealing you away from him to talk 'girl stuff' in her room or to ask for advice. He'd been so stuck in his own self-pity to remember that.
"I care, Rachel, I do." He finds it hard to look at the girl, her face a reminder of every person he's let down. He wants to ask how you are, but he's afraid of the answer. Rachel tells him anyway.
"You broke her, you know that, right? She loved you so much."
Dick can only nod, her words breaking him down like a chisel to stone.
"I know, Rachel."
She stands, unable to contain her emotions, and stares him down, disappointment in her eyes. Rachel lowers her voice, the sound of heartbreak itself. "She wanted to marry you, Dick. She loved you that much."
That's his breaking point, words that Dick already knew deep down, solidified in the air between him and Rachel Roth. He turns away, pushing down the lump in his throat at the thought of you, walking down the aisle to him. It was something you'd planned together but never gone through with. Five years of love left to rot in the form of half-made wedding plans and late-night conversations.
"She still loves you Dick, and I know you love her too. You can fix this, but you've gotta do it soon." He listens as Rachel's footsteps recede down the hall, leaving him with tears he knows are about to fall.
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Dick's hands rest atop the steering wheel, his eyes on the road with you beside him in the passenger seat. You look beautiful, and your smile is wider than usual when he turns to spare a glance at you.
"They looked so happy, didn't they?" You look at him as you say it, locking your eyes with his before he is forced to turn back to the road. By they, you mean the two friends of yours you just witnessed getting married, vows, flowers, and wedding cake enveloping your mind.
"I've never been a fan of weddings, but I think I'd like to get married one day." You sound so dreamy, so in love with the concept at that moment, and Dick lets a laugh escape into the air of the car.
"Nice subtle hint you dropped there."
He sees your head turn back to him in his peripheral, a smile wide on his lips that he can't seem to remove.
"That makes it sound like you're not interested in marrying me. Am I not wife material, Dick Grayson?" You've got a hand over your heart in mock offense as you say it and Dick drums his fingers against the steering wheel, preparing himself for what he's about to say.
"Don't worry baby, I have every intention of marrying you," He dares to risk another look in your direction, greeted by the wide smile on your lips, "if you're up for it of course."
He watches your nose scrunch up, your smile widening before you place a hand on his cheek, nudging him back to face the road. "You can't marry me if we die in a car crash, Grayson, eyes on the prize, baby."
Dick raises an eyebrow, smirk on his lips "You are my prize."
You laugh at that, resting your head on the seatbelt. Dick doesn't know how you find it comfortable, but you act as though it is. "Mrs. Grayson," You mumble, the words making Dick's stomach turn in excitement. "It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
His cheeks hurt, aching with the overload of elation Dick feels. He reaches over to you, placing his hand in yours, the other on the wheel. "I like the way that sounds," He mutters, "can you say it again?"
After that conversation, everything was different in a good way. Dick knew where he stood with you, and he knew how much he really wanted everything to work out. The fact you wanted him the same was what made everything perfect, even if the two of you weren't. You were two flawed people who somehow made each other whole, and with each memory that Dick turned over in his head, the reason he had ruined that grew fainter. He blamed it on his loving you too much, but perhaps the problem lay in Dick's fear that you might leave him when you promised to stay.
Right now, he's in the middle of a staring contest with his phone as it sits innocently on the coffee table. He wants to grab it, strangle it in his hand, and call you for one last shot. He wants to ask for your forgiveness. He wants to kiss your lips again and never let you go. He can't let you go. It's impossible to love someone as much as he loves you and not have them stick to you like glue.
The last time he called you, you didn't answer. He thought you'd moved on, quicker than he ever thought you could, but what Rachel so bittersweetly informed him of contradicts everything he thought he knew. There's a chance that you still want him, that you're still willing to be his person, and that's a chance he's willing to take.
He picks up the phone and slips it into his pocket, praying that he hasn't ruined the only thing he really needs as he heads for the elevator. It's risky, and by the time he's made it to his car, his hands are shaking. He can't reach over the centre console and hold your hand in his this time. He ruined that. And he has to fix it alone.
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Dick Grayson can't breathe. He's trying to make sense of the situation before him, you standing in the doorway of your apartment, whilst Dick is in the hall mouth agape. He watches your eyes widen, the initial shock of seeing him settling upon you before you slam the door in his face.
That snaps him out of whatever trace he was stuck in, and he knocks one once more, calling out. "Y/N, please open the door."
He hears you shuffling around on the other side of the door, the faint sound of a sob hitting him with the force of a tidal wave. It rips down his defences, scratching at his skin until he's banging on the door again. He's desperate to get to you if it's the last thing he does.
"Y/N, come on baby, let me in."
"Why should I?" You shout back, voice breaking in the process. Dick ceases his movements, forehead resting against the door in defeat. He wanted this to happen differently. He wanted everything between you to end differently. He didn't want it to end at all.
"We need to talk, Y/N please, I'm begging you, open the door."
His heart tears open with every word, hands rested on firmly on the wood before him, until finally, the doorknob turns.
The door is left open by about an inch, an invitation for Dick to let himself in. He does so with relief, but when he steps inside, you've placed yourself halfway across the living room, a clear indication that even though he's allowed in, you still need space. Your arms are folded around yourself like some kind of protective barrier between you and him.
"I'm sorry." The words are pathetic and not nearly enough to excuse all he's done. "I'm so sorry."
You're staring him down, unblinking as if you're afraid doing so will make your tears fall faster. Dick hates himself, and pure burning disgust for his own being runs through his veins when you speak.
"Why? Why did you do it?"
Dick wants to be sick right there on your carpeted floor, but he stays strong for you. He'll try to for as long as he can.
"I didn't want what I do to put you in danger." He stands straighter, pushing back the lump in his throat, trying to keep what it means at bay. "I didn't want to see you get hurt because of me."
You let out a shallow laugh, casting your eyes across the ground. The whole situation seems so dark, lonely, and broken, and Dick supposes that represents both of you perfectly.
"Are you hearing yourself, Dick?" You look up at him, and it's impossible for Dick to interpret the emotion behind your eyes. There's too much of it to see through. "You did the one thing that could actually hurt me."
He can't think of anything to say to that. Dick wants to say sorry again, but it won't do any good. He knows that now. He stares at you with sorrow and disbelief, unable to form a single word. He came here to tell you he still loves you, but he doesn't know if you'll want to hear it.
"I thought you wanted me. I thought we had it all planned out." You swallow harshly, collecting yourself and Dick watches the tears roll down your cheeks, watches the way they are highlighted by the light reflecting off of them. He did that to you.
"I still want you, I do." Dick wants to move forward, but he knows it's not a good choice to make. "I want to go through with everything, all the plans we made. I want to marry you." It's abruptly spoken, and his voice shakes. His own tears prick against his eyes, and he pushes them back as best he can.
"If you wanted me, why'd you leave?" Your voice inches up in volume, and your arms fold around your body tighter, protecting yourself from the man who swore to protect you.
There's nothing Dick can say but the truth. He can't hide behind half of it, say only what he wants to believe, not anymore.
"I was scared you'd leave me first, okay? I was afraid I'd lose you to something I couldn't control, and I let that fear control me."
His tears forge a path down his cheeks, hot against his skin, his voice raising itself considerably, another thing he can't stop. "I didn't want to pull out a ring, and have you say no."
"I would've said yes. You know that." You're shaking your head in disbelief, taking small steps in his direction. "You know more than anything just how much I love you. I would've said yes."
You still sound angry with him, but your voice is softer, and with each second Dick finds it harder to breathe. He remembers everything so clearly, the five years he spent loving you that he threw away in one night.
"I didn't want to lose you, and I felt like it was going to happen, so I thought why not sooner rather than later?" His eyes burn, and he sucks in another breath to hold against his chest. "I regret everything I said to you that night. I fucked up, but I still fucking love you."
"I love you too." You're still miles from him, halfway across the room, and Dick wants to reach for you and make things right.
"It can't go back to the way it was, Dick." Your words cut deep, pulling at his heart like someone to a harp’s strings. "You have to earn it."
He takes in your words, breathing in his punishment. He's willing to do whatever it takes to get back to the place he was with you before. "Just give me one chance, Y/N, I won't fuck it up this time. I promise."
Your eyes scan over him as if accessing a threat and Dick hates that you see him that way now. "One chance."
And just like that relief floods his veins, his body loosening as you make your way to him, steps slow with caution. Once close enough, Dick reaches out, at peace when you move into his arms. With eyes shut tightly, he presses a kiss to your hair, tears still forcing themselves from his eyes in silence. "I'm so sorry." His words are muffled, and you stay quiet, but somehow that's enough.
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AN: I literally hate this ending.
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oneshots-heaven · 2 months
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THE MOTEL ROOM.
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From the beginning, Dick Grayson and you were trained and put up as the perfect rivals. Two individuals with different perspectives and motivations who yet want the same out of life.
Meeting each other over and over again, it is the same situation: one wins, the other loses — but it all ends in the same motel room.
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A three-part series set Pre-Titans in Gotham City, which will contain mature content and is not suitable under the age of 18.
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PART ONE: "The Begin" PART TWO: "The Middle" PART THREE: "The End"
Coming soon.
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jaozendry · 1 year
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“You complete me.”
Pairing: Dick Grayson x GN!Reader
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Type: Fluff
Warnings: mild-swearing, drinking
Summary: You try to help Dick become a more social person, as difficult as that might be.
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"Come on, Grayson. Dance with me."
Dick turns to you, not knowing what to do. You giggle in response, seeing the panic on his face. As the lights flash and people dance around you, Dick looks at you, begging you to not make him dance as well with the expression on his face.
"Nobody's looking, Dick. They're all dancing, they won't pay attention to you." you giggle, holding both of his hands. You wrap your arms around his neck softly and start to dance. You hold his hand while still wrapping your other arm around his neck.
"Follow my lead, okay?" you reassure him. "Listen to the rhythm. One, two, three." you teach him, doing dancing steps. He pays close attention and almost trips on the second step. He finally shows an ounce of emotion, laughing at himself. You laugh as well. "It's good, just take it easy." you tell him.
"Let's do it again. One, two, three. One, two, three." Dick follows your lead, being terribly off-beat, earning a little smile from you. "What?" he asks, smiling. "Nothing." you giggle. "You're doing great."
He holds your hand tighter and starts dancing on beat. "Oh, so you were bullshitting the fact that you didn't know how to dance?" He nods in a guilty manner, smiling. "How dare you?" you ask playfully. He laughs, now taking the lead. "You tricked me so you can show off your dance moves, didn't you?" you laugh. "What? I'm good at acting." he responds, caressing your face.
"You're a dick." you joke, earning a little smile from him. "Wow, so original." he laughs. You reach in for a kiss on the lips.
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The both of you hold hands, heading to your apartment, laughing and giggling on the way. "Alright, that's enough. You drank too much tonight." he says, taking your bottle from you. You act offended. "I didn't know you were my dad." you say jokingly.
He laughs as you arrive to the door. He grabs your hips from behind while you unlock the door.
He lifts you when the door is unlocked and throws you onto the bed, removing his shirt and kissing you. "You're drunk." you tell him after the kiss. "Yeah, maybe." he replies softly. "And to think you didn't want to go out tonight. Or any night." you joke.
"Just shut up and kiss me, Y/N."
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peculiarpenman · 1 year
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Fellow Feeling
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a Richard Grayson blurb.
(fem!S/O)
Summary: Richard has a rough night patrolling, his s/o comforts him.
Warnings: none!
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He sits crouched over, head bowed, hands grasping the sheets. Firm with his grip, his knuckles whiten with the pressure.
There is a certain ease in the pain, a sense of relief igniting within him.
For a moment he is able to stop thinking.
Biting her lip in contemplation, she slowly crawls up behind him. Situating herself on her knees, she trails her hands up his back, to his shoulders. Encircling them around his neck, she hugs him.
Tensing for a brief moment, Dick relaxes into her embrace, smiling ever so slightly at the contact.
“Hi, baby,” Dick whispers, voice croaky and tired.
Pecking his neck, she nuzzles into him, “Hi, hon.”
“You doing okay?”
He sighs, “It was a bad night.”
She tightens her hold. He closes his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Rich,” she frowns. She feels melancholy douse her in its grief, his brokenness tearing at her insides, begging to be put together. Begging for the endless weight of responsibility to be lifted.
He huffs out a small laugh, “Nah, there’s nothing you could’ve done.”
Grabbing her hand, he presses a small kiss into it, “Just be here with me.”
Humming, she moves to rest her cheek against his own, she promises, “I know it’s gonna get better, I just know it. It won’t always be like this.”
Richard stays quiet and just lets her words sink in, lets her unparalleled belief take over. Leaning back into her, he savours the moment.
For it is in the midst of her engulfment, in the comfort of her embrace, where lies the security he has yearned for his entire existence, he finds.
It is a feeling he will long for in every lifetime.
It is her whom he will long for.
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vinnieswife · 2 years
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✧・゚: *✧・゚:*dc/marvel materialist*:・゚✧*:・゚✧
.・゜゜・🦋-> smut・゜゜・.
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☁️ titans
Dick Grayson | nightwing
You don’t know how to shut up 🦋
Jason Todd | Red hood
thank you
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☁️ x-men
Alex summers
Detention
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Dick Grayson Masterlist
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Nothing yet...
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ellana-ravenwood · 1 year
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From parents to babies - Batfam x fem!reader
Synopsis : You and Bruce got turned into toddlers !! Shenanigans ensue, of course. 
This is part of a little “series” I guess, here’s the first part with Jason : Jason Todd(ler). I’m planning on writing a lil story for all the kids hehe, but I thought : “hey, what about Batmom and Bruce ?” and here we are. Hope you’ll like this ! 
Please, do not repost my stories anywhere else, under any other form. Do not translate and then repost them either. Thank you. 
My masterlist : @ella-ravenwood-archives
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“Bruce !” 
“(Y/N) !” 
You manage to scream each other’s names before-
Before a white flash engulfed the both of you, and you suddenly disappeared, only a pool of your clothes remaining where you once stood. 
“Nooooo !!” is the last thing you hear before your mind goes blank, and you recognize the voice as being your youngest son’s, Damian. The sound of his scream greatly distresses you, but alas, you cannot do anything to help as you feel yourself slowly fading away and- 
Footsteps. Running fast to reach the place you stood on merely seconds before. But you’re not there anymore, you’re not there !
“It’s not possible !” 
That’s Jason. His voice breaking at the end of his sentence, as he approaches the bunch of clothes left on the floor, a lump in his throat as the inevitable is starting to be clearer and clearer, and he cannot refuse reality anymore.
Vaporized. His parents just got vaporized by that wannabe-magician’s laser ! 
In the mess of it all, that asshole even escaped ! Which was a good thing, in a way, because Jason promised you and Bruce he would never kill again, but he wasn’t sure he could hold that promise if he was faced with the man who took away his beloved parents. 
You all only just made peace with each other, only just became a family again ! How was he suppose to go on losing you once more ?
Dick was the first to reach the spot in which you were. He had always been the fastest of them all. His heart beats too fast in his chest, and he has this horrible thought that it’s the second time he sees his parents being killed right in front of him when-
Movements. Small movements. There, amongst his father’s suit. And there, amongst his mother’s clothes. And then-
Little hands. Fighting to find an exit in this labyrinth of fabrics. Little grunts of frustration, like when a child is trying to do something but doesn’t quite manage to do it. Finally finding an out. And-
“Oh shit.” 
Dick says, as he stares at- Two kids ?? 
One, a little boy. who couldn’t be more than two years old, black hair, bright blue eyes. The second one, (E/C) eyes and (H/C) hair and-
“Oh shit.” 
Tim says, as he’s the second one to reach the place and he immediately understands that his parents aren’t dead, but rather...
They’ve been turned into toddlers ! 
“Oh shit !” You exclaim happily, giggling. 
“Oh shit !” Baby Bruce repeats, and you both look at each other and giggle even more. Damn it. They’ve been in the care of children for only a second, and they already taught you bad words !
Bruce reaches for you, and there’s no doubt now that those two kids are indeed you and your husband ! Because immediately, you move closer to each other, your clothe much too big for you now being like blankets on you. 
Dick picks the both of you up, wrapping you in the cloths, and turns around to greet his siblings. 
Slowly, all your children reach you and-
“Oh shit !” You and Bruce say in unison, proud to show everyone (whomever those people were) that new word you just learned. 
And “oh shit” indeed, is on all of your kids’ mind. 
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Of course, it had to happen when Alfred was away on his one vacation a year...Of freaking course. 
It wouldn’t be funny otherwise, right ? 
Only Alfred, could find a solution to this problem ! Your kids were totally lost ! 
Evidently, neither you nor Bruce remembered who you really were. You were clearly just two two years old. 
And it seemed you didn’t mind being picked up by people you didn’t know, as long as you could stay together (you two downright SCREAMED so loudly, when Jason tried to take you from Dick’s arms so his brother wouldn’t have to hold the both of you). 
It was as if that, at least, remained. Your bond. 
As if you were just- Instant friends, or something. 
They got you home, and : 
“Ok, any of you ever took care of babies ?” 
“Me not baby !” You say, glaring at your oldest son. It’s true, you knew you were two (somehow), you were no baby anymore ! 
“I’m sorry mom, I just- Oh gods this is so weird.” 
And it truly was, weird, to see their parents, the two people they knew they could always count on if they had a problem, being literal children. 
They couldn’t call them for help, you guys barely knew how to properly walk ! And had a very small vocabulary, too...Dick shook his head. This wasn’t a time to diss babies, this really wasn’t the time ! 
“Ok, first things first, we need to find them clothes. Duke, Jason, go the a shop and get them some stuffs to wear. While Cass and I will go buy some food for them. Damian and Dick, stay here and take care of them.” Aaaah Tim, ever so pragmatic. In a matter of seconds, he had gotten over the shock of the situation, and was taking matter in his own hands. 
And it was good. It was a start. They had no idea what they were going to do after, except the fact they had to find a way to get you back to normal. But at least, they had the beginning of a plan. 
They knew they could all count on Tim for plans. From A to Z, he would find a way. He had no idea how to take care of babies, of course, but his mind could find solutions to every problems. 
Yes. Yes. They only had to start moving. And things would be alright. They could do this. 
They could do this. 
They had to do this, for both your sake. 
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Officially, Bruce and (Y/N) Wayne went away on a surprise vacation. Your disappearance had to be explained. 
None of your kids called Alfred, the butler deserved his annually vacation after all, and they knew he would come right home if he heard. So they let him be, and started to take care of their “baby parents”. 
Brucie ish scared
Before being the way Gotham’s media, models and such, called him when he still had his playboy persona, and not his “family man” one that he now had, “Brucie” was the nickname his mom gave him. 
Never in public, of course, but when they were home. When she was telling him bed time stories or singing lullabies to him. When she woke him up, gently, in the mornings. When she told him to come home for dinner, as he was playing in the garden. 
“Brucie”, was a name Bruce always associated with his mother’s affection and love. Which is why he hated how the media, and certain people, self-appropriated that name, and associated it with that persona who wasn’t even himself. 
It’s not like he could do anything about it, though. He had a role to play. 
And so, “Brucie” became that “other him”, while initially, it was his true self...
It had been years, since anyone had called him that. He wasn't a playboy, anymore, and your little nickname for him (aside from “my heart” and other term of endearment) was “my Broosh”. 
And so finally, this name came full circle. 
Brucie. 
That’s how he called himself. Toddlers had that tendency to talk about themselves in the third person, sometimes. And Bruce, was referring to himself as “Brucie”, not “Bruce”. 
Your children were a hundred percent sure it was because even if he didn’t seem to ask for his parents, a part of him remembered them, and how his mom called him. 
Even turned into a toddler who didn’t remember much of his own life, Bruce still had his parents in mind. 
And so he called himself Brucie. 
And Brucie was a scaredy cat ! 
The irony of which didn’t escape any of your kids. 
What, the “fearless Batman” was afraid of literally everything ? That was funny. Dick made sure to take PLENTY of videos (just if he needed leverage for something one day). 
Brucie got scared of the vacuum cleaner. Brucie got scared of the dark. Brucie got scared of any noise that was too loud. Brucie got scared whenever (Y/N) wasn’t around. Brucie-
“Brucie ish scared !” He’d whimper, and run towards the closest “adult” he could find (any of your children, though over half of them were far from being official adults), seeking comfort. 
Every time, and it was the most adorable thing to witness, you’d rush to him, and hold him saying : “No scared Brooshie, no scared, me here. Me here.” 
First, “Brooshie” = so darn cute, a toddler adaptation of the traditional “Broosh”. Second, the way you’d shield him in your little arms, and how he’d hide his face and close his eyes, how he’d hold onto you and calm down as you told him to not be scared, it had to be peak adorableness.
And in a way, toddlers you were a good reflection of adults you. 
Bruce was no longer scared, in the strictest sense of the term. He had shunned all his emotions, locked them away deep in his heart, for years. Ignored his pain, and the remnant of his fears. 
And then you came in, and forced open his heart, shattering all the walls he build for years, and making it impossible for him to live without you (and vice versa). 
Just as Baby Bruce found comfort and safety in your arms, just as he was soothed by your voice, Adult Bruce knew he could always be safe and warm in your embrace. 
Nobody, when witnessing such scenes, could even dare say you weren’t made for each other. 
DICK 
It was so weird. 
Dick just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you two were turned into kids. Like, what ? 
His...parents were now younger than him. How weird was that ?? 
Of course, he knew he should be used to weird things by now. After all, over the years, from when he first became Robin to now, he had seen his fair share of strange stuffs. But this-
This was really, really odd. 
“Ick !” was the name you and Bruce decided to give him. No matter how many times he made you repeat it, you could never truly manage to say his name properly. And so, he was now “Ick”. 
And “Ick” had no clue how to take care of children. 
Was this how Bruce felt, when he officially adopted him ? Was this how you felt, when you became his mom while being so young ? 
Of course, Dick was older when he first arrived. But he was also a lot more traumatized. And he knew he could be difficult, at times. He could be so damn angry, back then. 
While you and Bruce ? You were adorable kids. You’d listen to him, and never talk back. What, you were supposed to be in your “terrible twos” era, yet it seemed like you were just good kids. 
Of course, the fact that your eldest son let you do absolutely everything you wanted might’ve been a reason as to why you two were so “nice” with him, and didn’t throw any tantrum. 
No tantrum needed, when the person taking care of you would let you do whatever you wanted. 
You didn’t wanna wear pants ? No problems. You didn’t want to eat your vegetables, but wanted sweets instead ? All good. You didn’t want to take a nap ? Then he could play with you a little longer. 
Yes. It became quite apparent that Dick could not resist you, at all. 
Which wasn’t much of a surprise, really. Because he was the same way with his siblings. They could make him do whatever they wanted to (outside of work, of course. When they were vigilantes, it was an entire other story, but it was because he often had to take the “leader” job, and a mistake could cost a life). 
And so, even though he found it extremely weird, and couldn’t quite call you “mom” and “dad” anymore (and who would blame him ?), he didn’t hate taking care of you. 
He sort of saw it as “payback”, for all the years you put up with his moods. For all the time you didn’t give up on him, and all the moments you were there to catch him when he fell. 
The reason he found it so hard to accept and fathom the situation, was because you and Bruce had become such “safety nets”, for him. 
You were his parents. He couldn’t think of a life without you. Without your guidance. Without your soothing words. Without your scolding, when he needed one. Without-
He couldn’t accept this turn of event, because he needed you. He had pushed you enough, in his teenage years and early adulthood. Now, he realized he absolutely needed his parents. 
He had to find a solution, and fast. Because although he didn’t mind taking care of you as you were nice kids, he just wanted his parents back. 
JASON 
Jason was the most responsible one. 
Which, when people knew your children, wasn’t that surprising.
He’d always been a responsible kid, despite what anyone could think. 
He was a really good big brother, always looking out for his little siblings, and being there to be their voice of reason (Dick being his...he had a "decent teacher”). 
And so he became the “mom” of the house (it’s a nickname Tim, Duke and Damian gave him, when he wasn’t there). 
He had always loved cooking, ever since he was a kid. So he took it upon himself to cook healthy meals for both you and Bruce, and would scold Dick whenever he’d caught his brother red handed giving you candies and other ice cream right before dinner ! 
Bruce hated carrots, and you despised spinach. Other than that, it seemed you were willing to try everything he made for you two. 
Jason spend hours on the internet searching for recipes fit for two years old, for things you should feed kids this young. And he came up with quite a diet for the both of you. 
The food he made was delicious (and more than once, he caught one of his sibling eating from your spoon instead of feeding you !). 
Jason would be the one to remind everyone of yours and Bruce’s bed time. After all, “bed time” in the Wayne household had always been a little;..different, to say the least. But with toddlers ? It couldn’t be. It had to be regular, or they’d be too tired. 
Jason made a carefully planned sleep schedule for his “parents”. And when he wasn’t the one babysitting at night (they all took shifts so they could still do their vigilante jobs), he would call his sibling when it was bed time to make sure they’d respect it. He would genuinely harass Dick, because he knew his older brother was “weak” and could never refuse puppy eyes (after all, he abused of that technique to get him to do whatever he wanted, when he was younger), and he had to be reminded that a regular bed time was important !
How odd it was, for thugs, being downright beaten down by the scary Red Hood, while the latter would talk in his income and say things like : “I can’t believe you gave them ice cream before sleepy time again !” and others : “They’re babies, they need at least ten hours of sleep !” 
Jason didn’t let any tantrum through. Where Dick would just let you and Bruce do whatever you wanted, Jason had clear limits.
Because that is how you raised him. Sure, Bruce could be a little too strict sometimes, especially with Dick. But he had grown as a father, and slowly learned the difference between being too rigid and allowing his kids to be kids. 
Jason often joked that Dick was the “trial and error” era, but he wasn’t too far off. With Dick, you and Bruce made plenty of mistakes. You did with your other kids too, of course, but with your eldest most of all. Because he was your first child, and you had no idea what you were doing at the time. 
But, yes. Jason knew the importance of limits, for children. Kids needed boundaries, so they could feel safe. He knew, because it totally worked on him. 
And so, you’d have a tantrum ? Too bad, you’d just have to calm down and ask again nicely. Jason was intransigeant. 
He was, though, the first one there if you or Bruce woke up crying during the night. And he’d take you in his arms (always the both of you at the same time), and sing to you. Or tell you stories. Up until you’d fall asleep again. 
Jason, although he had strict schedules and food diet, was such a gentle soul. Such a gentle carer. You knew that one day, he would make a great dad. And if that experience taught any of you anything, it was that yes, yes. 
Jason told would one day make a wonderful father. 
TIM 
"I think he doesn’t like me...” 
Tim said, deflated and defeated, as, once again, his dad (in baby form) cowered away from him as he approached. 
You ? You enjoyed being taken care of by Tim. You liked him very much. But for some reasons, “Brucie” seemed scared of him. 
“Don’t say that. I think he’s just- shy.” 
“Conner, honey, I appreciate you trying to comfort me, but if he was truly shy, he wouldn’t just- Oh come on !” 
Of course, Bruce chose that exact moment to jump in Conner’s arms, and to hide his face in his chest so he wouldn’t see Tim anymore. Superboy chuckled uncomfortably, trying to act as if it wasn’t because Bruce was scared or anything, but Tim couldn’t be fooled. 
Tim could never be fooled. 
And so he sighed, and held you a little closer. At least, his mom always loved him, no matter what age she was. 
You seemed to understand that Bruce’s actions made Tim sad, and even as a toddler, it greatly distressed you to see one of your “kids” sad. So you wiggled to signify to Tim that you want him to put you back down and-
“Oh, not you too, mom ?” 
You walk towards Conner, and Tim looks even sadder, as now, both of his “parents” seem to like others better than him...Even if they were just kids, and that Tim knew they weren’t doing it on purpose, his feelings were still hurt. 
But then-
You shake Conner’s pants, signifying for him to crouch down to your level. Baby Bruce is in his arms, and beams as he sees you. 
“’Own, ‘own !” He says, meaning “down”, and Conner puts him next to you. 
Immediately, Bruce takes your hand, and smiles widely. Which comforts Tim a little. At least, even as toddlers, it seemed you two were inseparable.
But then, you drag him towards Tim, and it’s obvious Bruce only follows because he seems very attached to you. The little boy does not want to be there, in front of Timothy Wayne-Drake.
And Tim looks down, sadly. He ruffles your hair affectionately, and says : 
“Good try mom, good try. But I don't think he likes me, at all.” 
You look at Tim, and then turns around towards Bruce, who was currently hiding behind you (how cute it was, that you always seemed to protect him when he was scared). But this time, you’d have none of it. 
Very much alike when you were adults, and you took none of your husband’s shit. You’d always set him back on track. Always. 
And so, toddler you said : 
“Bwooshie, Tim nice ! Tim good ! Tim fwiend !”
You let go of Bruce’s hand, and the boy whimpers and tries to catch your hand again, but takes a few steps back because he doesn’t want to get too close from Tim. But then-
Then you hop in Tim’s arms, and you snuggle against him. You smile at Bruce, and nods at him saying again : “Tim fwiend ! Tim nice !” and your son cannot help himself and hold you tight. 
Even turned into a toddler, he could count on his mama to cheer him up, it seemed...
Slowly, unsure, Bruce approached Tim. The boy was still obviously wary, but those were first steps. 
After a while, Bruce finally came towards Tim, and laid his hands on your son’s knees. 
He looked deeply into Tim’s eyes, and must’ve finally decided that he wasn’t so scary, because then, he climbed into his laps and everything was resolved. 
And oh, oh how much this meant to Tim...
DAMIAN 
“Father, you need to give her some air. I swear, even as children you two are impossible !” 
“AAAAAAAAAAH !” is Bruce’s response, as Damian tries to take him away from you. Apparently, young Bruce seemed to think screaming was an appropriate response to show his unwillingness to do something. 
And it frustrated Damian greatly. 
You had fallen asleep on the floor. Laid on your back, you were in a deep slumber, a pacifier in your mouth, your breathing regular. And Bruce was sitting next to you, your head was in his lap, and he was watching TV as one of his hand was on your head, the other one on your cheek. 
He too, had a pacifier in his mouth, and although he was focused on the TV show he was watching, it seemed like he had absolutely no intention on letting you go.
When Damian entered the room, he found the both of you like that, and decided it would be better if you slept in your bed. So he went to pick you up, gently taking his father’s hands off of you and-
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH !” The pacifier falls from his mouth, as he tightens his grip on you, and glares at a bewildered Damian. 
You’re so deep asleep that you don’t budge, and then Bruce, after glaring some more at Damian, turns back to watch the TV. 
But Damian will have none of it. “Be firm, sometimes.” Jason told him, and he was going to take his big brother advice to heart ! And so he made Bruce let go, and took you into his arms. 
After a pause, as Baby Bruce was too shocked to react, his mouth slowly turned down into a frown and-
The little boy bursted into tears. Big, real tears. Ugly sobs with lots of snots running down his nose. 
And it made Damian panic. 
He hated that. He hated those cries. It reminded him of so many bad memories. He couldn’t handle it, he couldn’t bear it. 
Even less so knowing this was his dad ! 
And so he quickly went to the floor, and took little Bruce in his arms, soothing him expertly as he was still holding you in his other arms. 
His shirt was wet from Bruce holding onto it and burying his face into it. But eventually, the boy’s sobs died down, and-
Asleep.
Bruce was fast asleep, too. And his little face looked so at ease.
There. In Damian’s arms, a hand holding one of your hand. 
It reminded him of his father as an adult, in fact. How sometimes, he would surprise you and him as you fell asleep on the couch in each other’s arms. And how his father’s face would look the most relaxed and pleased, when you were holding him...
Damian tightened his grip on both of you. He was ready to protect you even if it meant he would have to sacrifice himself ! 
And oh- Oh he felt something growing inside him. Something important.  
Eventually, you and Bruce would be back to normal. He knew it, he knew his siblings would figure something out. Yes. You’d become his parents again. 
But he-
He somehow wanted a baby,  in this house. 
CASS
You both clearly adored Cass. 
You would walk towards her, and demand for her to pick you up. And then, when she would inevitably do it, you’d both snuggle against her and quickly fall asleep, absolutely content. 
Damian mentioned that he read somewhere that children felt people’s calmness. And so he conjectured that you liked falling asleep on her, because you felt calmed and secure. 
Which was the truth. 
It made Cass’ heart melt. She, for obvious reasons, never held children before. And she definitely never thought that the first kids she would hold would be her own parents...
Physical touch had always soothed Cass. 
Before she met you and Bruce, she was never allowed to be touch, and to touch other. She’d never receive a hug, or a soothing kiss. 
Never. 
So when you adopted her, she swore she’d take every opportunity to snuggle against you. Against her parents. Oh, and her brothers. None of them could resist a hug from her, not even Jason or Damian. 
If Cass wanted a hug, she would have it. 
So, she felt so fulfilled, when baby you and baby Bruce came to seek hugs from her. As if everything went full circle. 
You and your husband gave her the comfort of parental love. Gave her the safety of your arms, and taught her how important it was to have people you loved close. 
And here she was, soothing little versions of you, making you stop crying just by holding you. 
Yes. It was a full, nice, comforting and warm circle. 
And Cass felt so happy, when you hugged her. Whether you were kids or adults. 
DUKE
Duke had tons of little cousins. 
Cousins he still saw now, of course. None of his uncles and aunts could take him in, for different reasons (the main one being that none of them lived in Gotham anymore, what happened to Duke’s parents being the last straw...And Duke did not want to leave the city just yet). But he still stayed in contact with them. 
Before they all moved, Duke, who was the oldest of the kids in his family, used to babysit his cousins all the time. So, he had experience with children. 
And it showed. 
With you and Bruce, he was nice, yet strict. He (and Jason) was the only one who didn’t let you do whatever you wanted, and who would plainly ignore any of your tantrums. 
He was the only one able to detach himself from the fact you were his parents, and viewed you as normal children he had to take care of. 
This is probably what saved him. What made him be able to live with that situation. Just like Dick, he really wanted you back to normal. But his defense mechanism was to pretend you weren’t you, but random kids he had in his care. 
It was a lot, for a seventeen years old, but Duke was strong. 
You’d always known he was strong, from the moment he became your ward, to now, as he was officially adopted and called you “mom”. 
For his own sanity, Duke viewed this as a “baby sitter” job, and so, on purpose, didn’t get attached to baby you and baby Bruce too much. He didn't want to, because he didn’t want you to stay like that. 
He wanted his parents back too, he needed you still, he was too young to lose parents a second time ! 
And so Duke shut his feelings away, and took care of you as if you weren’t really you. He gave you lots of care and love, as a child needed, but-
But he pretended you, as his parents, were away for a while. And constantly thought of a plan to get you back to your normal self.
They never sleep alone 
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!” Baby Bruce screamed, as loud as he could, holding onto your hands for dear life. 
“Me not want, me not want !” You say, kicking Dick with your little legs and holding Brucie’s hands too. 
Your kids quickly realized that they COULD NOT separate you for bed time. 
They had bought two children’s bed, but in the end, only one was used. You’d fall asleep all snuggled to each others, pacifier in your mouth. 
“It’s- Kind of like when they’re grown up.” Damian says, and they all nod. 
Yes. Yes it’s true that you two found it really hard to find sleep, when the other one was absent. True insomnia would hit you, in the event that one of you couldn’t be here for the night. 
What transpired in your toddler form, how you’d scream if separated, also existed with the adult versions of you. 
And it comforted your children, in a way.
They knew that their parents were still in there, somewhere. 
ACE 
“Doggy !” Little Bruce beamed happily, as he ran as fast as he could towards..Well, his dog, actually. 
Ace was taken aback, at first, as he recognized his master’s smell, but couldn’t figure out why he was so...small. 
Bruce ran to him, and literally fell on the dog hugging him tightly. 
“Doggy !” The little boy said, and your children felt their heart melt. 
None of them ever thought they’d ever call their dad “cute”, despite you trying to convince them that he really could be cute (some would say you were biased). 
But here, in that moment, as their dad seemed so damn happy just because of his dog, no other words came to their minds. 
Cute. 
Unruly little buggers !! 
You two, together, could be...
“Tornadoes !! They’re goddamn tornadoes !!” Jason screams, as he was running after you. 
You were wearing only your diaper, managing to escape the grasp of your son by taking sharp turns there and there, and knocking down every single things on your way. 
On the other side of the living room, Tim and Damian were trying to catch Bruce, as he was doing the exact same things. 
Ten seconds. 
They left the both of you alone for less than ten seconds !! 
And when they came back, you and Bruce apparently had decided that it was fun to break extremely valuable objects, including vase, and a large array of ornaments. 
You were giggling like a little devil, as you slowly devastated the living room. 
“Alfred is going to kill us !” Duke says, holding his head in his hands, standing there watching the disaster unfold in front of him. What else could he do, really, when some of Gotham’s mightiest heroes couldn’t even get a hold of you ?? 
Finally, Jason catches you, just as Tim lunges forward and grasp his dad as well. The two of you wiggle like snakes as you try to get away, but you do not cry. 
No, on the contrary, you both laugh way too loudly, probably thinking that “destroying the house” was a great game.
And your kids could swear that your laughs were genuine “evil laughs”. 
Later, on the security camera, they’d know what happened. 
At first, you were both sitting on the floor, playing with toys, waiting patiently. But then, Bruce got on his feet, and walked that wobbly unsure walk all children have at first towards the coffee table. 
Something had caught his attention. It was a small crystal vase, that Alfred had put there years ago, for decoration. It went splendidly with the carpet, and matched the room perfectly. 
And it was shiny, and Bruce wanted it. 
He tried to climb on the coffee table, wiggling his little butt to give himself some momentum and get on it...but he couldn’t do it. That’s when you came into action, and pushed him so he would get on. 
He turned around, and giggled, as if to thank you, and then-
Then he brought you the vase. 
It was quite adorable, really. He wanted it, because it was shiny and looked cool. But then he decided to give it to you, instead. 
He let himself fall on the floor from the coffee table once he gave you the vase, and you both stared at it for a second. Before, for some reason, you took it and threw it hard on the wall ! 
Seriously, sometimes, kids were absolutely impossible to understand. What made you want to suddenly throw that vase like that ? Nobody would ever know. But what was known, is that it seemed like both you and Bruce liked that, because you looked at each others, as if conniving, and pushed yourself off of the floor, standing up. 
And then, as your children entered the room with some food, you proceeded to start destroying everything you could get your hands on, up until they finally managed to get a hold on you.
And your downright EVIL laughter filled the room.  
Your kids were DEFINITELY going to get that security camera footage out one day again, if you ever decided to punish them or scold them about something. 
Back to normal 
Zatanna, as usual, to the rescue. 
When your kids were finally able to reach her. She arrived barely minutes after they exposed the problems to her. She had been in another dimension, and therefor couldn’t be reached for a while. 
From her understanding, it’s been almost a month since you turned into toddlers. And finally, she was there (which was good, because Alfred’s one month vacation a year was coming to an end, and your kids really wanted to pretend nothing ever happened). 
Ah but she was accompanied by an unwanted visitor...
“What are you doing here, Constantine ?” Damian asks, holding you in one arm, and his father in the other. Protectively. 
“What, I learn that the big bad bat got turned into a kid and you think I could miss that ? No bloody way haha. Curiosity got the best of me !” 
“I’m sorry guys, I didn’t mean to tell him but he was there when you called...”
“It’s all good aunt Z, it’s all good. To be fair, I was hoping someone else would see this too, so we can NEVER let them forget they had to wear diapers again haha.” 
“Grayson !” your youngest son exclaimed. It’s been a while, since Damian called Dick “Grayson”, but he was absolutely shocked about this “betrayal” ! 
“Ok, ok. Let’s make sure dad never forget he had to wear diaper again !”
Damian thought about it for a while, and then said : “And you’ll leave mom alone ?”
“Yes, promised.” Dick says, and Constantine nods too (he wasn’t about to mock you anyway, he was too scared of you). 
“Alright, then it’s acceptable.” 
And on that note, Zatanna started a ritual. 
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“What the hell happened ??” Are Bruce’s first words. And then, he sees you, and takes you into his arms, holding you with almost too strongly. 
“I thought I had lost you...” He whispers, and you hold him back just as strongly, because you had the same thought. The last thing you remembered, after all, was that laser coming towards the two of you and then-
And then what ? 
After letting you hug each other, your children finally tell you what went on. 
And oh. Oh you were so damn proud of them, they did so good ! 
I want a baby sibling 
A few weeks went by. 
A few weeks, during which both Dick and John Constantine flooded the group chat all the supers had together with baby pictures of the Batman (oddly enough, they didn’t divulge any picture of you...probably because you scared them a little), and embarrassing videos. It was an endless source of jokes, and teasing from everyone. 
But you didn’t worry too much though, you knew your husband would have his revenge (in fact, you were more worried for your son and for Constantine than anything else). 
In any case, that episode would be soon behind you, save for a few mockeries there and there. At least, that’s what you thought. 
One morning, Damian just casually entered your bedroom and stood before your bed, staring at the two of you, as you were slowly leaving the dream world. 
You thought it was an emergency, at first, as none of your children would ever dare to just walk in your bedroom like that (lest they witness something that could scar them for life). But Damian calculated the risks. 
It was much too early, for either of you to be awake. So it was safe. And so he came in, without knocking, and planted his feet resolutely in the floor, his hands on his waist, staring the both of you down. 
“What is it, buddy ?” You ask, half-asleep. Bruce, his hair a mess, sat up, dazed. 
“I came to an important decision. One taken in the light of recent events.”
Confused, neither you nor your husband say anything. Waiting for what your son is going to say next. Slowly, he turns around, and starts to walk left, then right, then left...Pacing in front of your bed, his eyes never leaving you two. 
Finally, he stops, and solemnly says : 
“I want a baby sibling. Sister or brother I do not care, I just want a little one to take care of, and to be a big brother. I think, I am done being the youngest.”
Bruce stares dumbly at his son, his face blank and expressionless, sure now that he must still be dreaming. And you’re not doing any better. You blink fast a few time, and repeat : 
“A baby sibling ?”
Damian doesn’t miss a beat as he says : 
“That’s right. Like I said, a little brother or sister, it does not matter to me, as long as it’s mine. My little brother or sister, I mean. Of course, they’ll be their own person, and we won’t own them per se. We’ll just take care of them.” 
Silence. 
A long silence. 
Finally broken by your son : 
“Well. I’ll leave you to it then. I expect you will take my request seriously. We will talk about it again another day. Thank you for listening to me, and see you at breakfast.” 
And on that note, your son leaves just as casually, as you look at him, astonished. 
You turn to your husband and-
You know what he’s thinking. You and Bruce never talked about having biological children, because the kids you already have were always enough for your happiness. You didn’t need more, you already loved them so much. 
But you both always told yourselves that if it were to happen...
Of course, you would accept it. You would raise that child with joy, too. It would be quite a bonus, to an already happy life. 
And so as your son leaves, and you look at each others you think-
A baby in the house, wouldn’t be so bad. 
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Well, here we are ! I hope you liked this ! As per usual, comments/reblogs are more than welcomed, and always a great motivation to post more :). Don’t hesitate to tell me what you thought of this ! It always makes the time spend on a story worth it, when I hear from y’all :) <3. Thanks in advance, and thanks for reading this, too ! See you soon with another story ! 
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lunariiia · 4 months
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Yandere Dick Grayson x reader (romantic)
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Restraints -. “Be a good girl and sit still. You don’t want me to be unhappy right?”
Dick Grayson scared you. His behavior scared you, his eyes, his demeanor scared you. Everything about him scared you.
It was funny really. He used to be, one of the few people, that you could feel safe with. Now you can’t say the same thing. The start of your relationship was fantastic, some would say it was even perfect.
However, that paradise period was not meant to last. Eventually the cracks in your relationship came to the surface. Dick started to become possessive and controlling. That meant no more free control for you.
No more hanging out with your friends or going to parties and having fun. Suddenly you weren't allowed to dress like you wanted to. There was always a certain way to behave and act. Around him, your family and his. It became too much.
And then one day you decided enough was enough. You certainly couldn't take it anymore and you truly wanted to get away from Gotham City and its never-ending crimes.
You tried as sweetly, as you could be to break up with him. It didn't go too well. It was a train wreck. You could still remember Dick screaming at you. Begging you not to leave him behind.
Crying over your 'so called betrayal.'
You tried to calm him down. You really did. But somehow, he managed to surprise you with a cloak soaked in chloroform. You woke up in a dark room. Nothing like your cozy and warm bedroom. No, this room was cold and filled with shrines of you.
Things you didn't even realize was gone was in here. The walls were filled with pictures of you. Even some of your clothes was laying around. Soaking wet. You didn't even want to imagine what he'd done to your clothes.
It wasn't soon after that he finally decided to visit you. He was happy to see you up and delusional for thinking that you wanted to be here. Again, you tried to calm him down and plead for him to let you go.
He wouldn't listen. Instead, he chose to inject you with a sleeping serum while rocking you back and forth. Whispering how about how much he loved you and that you were going to spend eternity forever.
And that leads to how you ended up in his kitchen. Currently chained up to a chair and eating dinner with him..
Or rather Dick eating and him trying to force-feed you. His actions leave you shaking. Filled with fear.
"Be a good girl and sit still. You don’t want me to be unhappy right?”
He smiled at you sweetly. Like a delusional predator glancing down at their helpful prey. And like the helpful prey that you were. you hesitantly shook your head. "Of course, not Dick."
"Ahh, how adorable you are! I can't wait for all the things, that I’m going to do to you now.
You should've never agreed to that date.
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makethatelevenrings · 2 years
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Pretty Bird // D. Grayson x AFAB!reader
Requested? yes!
WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, rough sex, deepthroating, spanking, some degrading language (all consensual)
Summary: A guy at a gala hits on you and makes some pretty disgusting remarks. Dick takes offence. You take action.
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“Nice to see you two at one of these for once,” Tim commented dryly as you sipped from your drink, batting your eyelashes innocently at your partner’s little brother.
“Dick’s here so Dami doesn’t stab anyone,” you admitted. “I’m here because Bruce always serves the good stuff and it’s free.”
The ballroom of Wayne Manor was packed full with the upper echelons of Gotham society and you had been talking shop with people left and right. Everyone’s goal was to gain a foothold into the Wayne family. They wanted to be in Bruce Wayne’s ear and so they would talk to anyone they thought could give them a leg up. Unfortunately for you, dating the Wayne eldest meant you were a target for some of the more enthusiastic vultures.
You had escaped the most recent gaggle of admirers in favor of hiding next to Tim against the wall. Your eyes scanned the perimeter of the party, a habit picked up from living with a vigilante and being surrounded by his crime-fighting family. Dick was talking to some investor with Damian at his side, but his bright blue eyes met yours and you tipped your drink at him in acknowledgement. He winked and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. Even though you had been dating for a while, he still made you feel like some giggling teenager with their first crush.
And then your view of your boyfriend in his very well-fitting suit was blocked by another body. Your grimace was quickly hidden by the rim of your glass and you slapped on your politest society grin before pulling away the crystalline glass in your hand.
“I was hoping to get a moment of your time,” the man said. “Henry Moreau, pleased to meet you.”
“Y/N Y/L/N,” you replied easily. “But I’m not sure if I’m the one you want to be talking to. Tim is…”
You turned to find the teen had vanished and you barely suppressed the curse that bubbled up on your tongue. “What can I help you with, Mr. Moreau? I should warn you, I’m not up to date with Wayne Enterprises current investments.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “No, nothing like that. I just noticed that you were lonely.”
“Oh.” One of your eyebrows raised in suspicion. “I’m a bit confused by what you mean.”
Henry leaned up against you, one arm resting above your head, and tilted his head down to see you better. “I’m talking about how you’re standing here without someone by your side this evening when you’re looking so delectable.”
“If you’re hungry, the hors d'oeuvres are over there,” you retorted. “And my boyfriend is over there, thanks for asking.”
“Actually, I’m right here.” A hand clapped down on Moreau’s shoulder and he spun around to face your boyfriend’s smug grin. Damian, ever the present shadow, wiggled in between you and Moreau, pushing the man further away from you, and pressed his face against your stomach as his arms wrapped around your waist. From an outsider, it looked like he was just a kid clinging onto his brother’s partner. You, however, knew better. You discreetly reached back and pried the knife out of his hand, shooting him an unamused glare as you stuck it in the vase next to you.
“Oh, Grayson,” Moreau spoke coolly. “I didn’t realize this lovely specimen was yours.”
“Y/N is not a biological lifeform to which Richard possesses,” Damian spoke up. “I do understand how this can be confusing to a simpleton as you.”
You resisted the urge to snort and placed a hand on the back of his head, as a mother would consoling a child. In fact, it was your assurance that he wouldn’t turn around and pull another knife out before you could snatch it from the baby assassin.
“Let me go,” he hissed. “He has insulted your honor.”
“Shhh, Dami. Murder is wrong.”
“Tt.”
You turned your attention back to the two men in front of you who were locked in a staring match and cleared your throat. Neither man wanted to be the first to look away and you rolled your eyes.
“Gentlemen, let’s quit the alpha male showmanship, please.” You finally let Damian squirm away from you, fully aware that he could have slipped out of your hold in seconds but he secretly likes cuddles, and moved to stand by Dick. His arm slid around your waist, calloused palm resting on your hip as you laid a hand on his firm chest. You could feel his muscles flex under your touch and you mentally thanked the design of the Nightwing suit once again.
“As you can see, Henry, I am content with my relationship,” you purred. “I can guarantee you that Dick here treats me quite well.”
“Tell me, princess.” Moreau leaned in close, as if it were just the two of you talking. “Can he make you scream like I could?”
You let a smile curl at the corner of your lips as Dick’s grip tightened on your waist. Looking up at the vigilante next to you, a noncommittal hum escaped your lips and you pursed them in thought. Dick was furious, jaw tight and brows furrowed. You reached up to run your finger along the creases of his forehead and along his jaw, watching him relax under your touch.
“To answer your question, Mr. Moreau.” You didn’t deign to look at him and instead kept your gaze locked on the rapidly darkening eyes of your lover. “It’s hard to scream when your mouth is full.”
You patted a consoling hand on Henry’s shoulder as Dick pulled you away and towards the hallway, just like you were expecting him to do. You waved to Damian and Tim, who had finally returned with some shrimp on a plate, before you were yanked into an alcove of the portrait gallery.
Hot lips pressed against yours and you moaned, your arms coming up to encircle around Dick’s neck. One of his hands drifted down to your ass and you grinned into the kiss. Your heels dug into the velveteen carpet and you stumbled, your back colliding roughly with the mahogany wood of the wall behind you. His hand shot up to cradle the back of your head before it collided with the wood and you shut your eyes with a gentle hum.
“I should take you right here,” Dick gritted out. “Bend you over and fuck you so hard you cry. Make sure he hears you and then send you back in so everyone can see you. See what I do to you.”
The thought shouldn’t make your entire being tremble, but your knees nearly gave out at the husky rasp of his voice. Dick pressed you flush against him, his teeth enclosing around the shell of your ear before he tugged.
“As amazing as that sounds-” You were cut off by his lips pressing against your jaw. He sucked a dark bruise right on the underside and you gasped, hands coming up to tangle in his dark hair.
“Dick,” you panted. “We can’t.”
He pulled away, concern flickering in his blue eyes. You moved your hand over to stroke his cheek and offered him a reassuring smile.
“We can’t right here. Bruce would kill us and Alfred would help him dispose of the bodies.”
Without another word, he hauled you up and over his shoulder. You let out a little shriek, but you knew there was no way he could drop you. As lean and lithe as Dick appeared, he was all muscle.
It was a fact that you appreciated very, very much.
You had been at the Manor enough times to know where he was taking you based on the turns he made and stairs he climbed. Sure enough, Dick kicked open the door to his room and promptly tossed you on the bed before he started dragging his dresser in front of the door. You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched him, wondering what on earth was going through that sweet, dumb brain of his.
“I don’t trust Jason or Cass to not break in here and force us to go back downstairs,” he grunted and then crossed the room to check that the windows were locked. You rolled onto your side so you could see him better and rested your chin on your chest. He turned to look at you, resting on the windowsill, and tilted his head to the side.
“Are you more comfortable on your front or back?”
“Depends. Why?”
That’s how you found yourself kneeling on his bed with two of his fingers shoved in your mouth. You sucked on the digits the same way you would his cock and he let his head fall back with a content groan. You tugged experimentally on the rope that kept your wrists trapped behind your back. Of course, like the hypervigilant worrywart he was, he had installed a failsafe in the ropes if it ever became too much. Just one pull on the rope to the far left and it would all unravel.
Again, perks of vigilantism.
“You’re so good at that,” Dick hummed. He had stripped out of his jacket, removed his tie, and rolled the sleeves up on his button down. You were completely bare on the bed aside from the small choker necklace you wore to every gala. Nightwing blue, the color was called.
Dick pulled his fingers out of your mouth and grasped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. He pulled at your bottom lip and you hummed, rocking back on your knees as heat built in your stomach.
“At any point it’s too much, you say cardinal,” he ordered. You nodded and he bent down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. You sighed against his touch and he pulled back, grasping your jaw so your mouth stayed open. Dick spat into your mouth and then reached down to unzip his pants. He pulled his cock out and stepped closer to the bed so you could move forward.
“What was that you said, sweetheart? Hard to scream when your mouth is full? Well, you’re looking a little empty right now.”
You leaned forward and pressed your face against his zipper, mouthing at the veins of his cock. He shuddered and one of his hands grabbed your shoulder before gliding up to rest on the back of your neck.
“Show me what a good cockslut you are.”
Obediently, you ran the flat of his tongue against his shaft and then licked a stripe up his slit. His hips bucked forward and you smirked before wrapping your lips around his sensitive. The salty taste of pre-cum stung your tongue and you moaned, the vibrations making his grip on your neck tighten. Looking up at him through your lashes, you slowly took in his length until you felt him hit the back of your throat. His chin dropped to his chest and he bit his lip as a stifled groan escaped him. You hummed and relaxed your throat, taking his whole length in one go.
Saliva pooled at the corners of your lips, your nose pressed against the wiry hair at the base of his shaft, and tears sprang to your eyes. You focused on breathing through your nose as he stroked a hand over your hair and touched your chin delicately, feeling the weight of his cock in your throat.
“Such a pretty sight,” Dick said. “That’s my pretty baby. My color around your neck. My cock in your mouth. I wish everyone could see you like this.”
He pulled out just a bit, giving you a chance to breathe, and then roughly shoved his cock back in.
“Then they’d know that you were my perfect bird. No one would doubt it.”
You were dripping with arousal at this point and you strained against the rope as you desperately wanted to touch your soaked cunt and alleviate the burning under your skin. He tsked and thrust back into your mouth once again.
God, this was heaven. The tight, wet heat of your mouth and the clench of your throat had him seeing stars. You pulled back and inhaled deeply. He stroked a thumb along your temple and you hummed, tilting your face into his touch and laying a kiss to his palm, smearing spit and pre-cum on his skin before you dove back in. His balls tightened and he let out a grunt as you continued to bob your head up and down his shaft.
“I’m about to come, baby,” he panted out. You peered up at him and renewed your efforts with vigor. His hips stuttered as he came and you swallowed every last drop. Dick pulled out of your mouth and you licked your lips, smacking them twice and grinning up at him.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He cupped your face and smashed his lips against yours. You reached up and started to unbutton his shirt, your hands tracing down the undershirt he had on underneath. Once you had the button down off, you slid your hands under the hem of his tank and pushed it up over the ridges of his abs. They flexed at your touch and you grinned wickedly, ducking down to lick a stripe up his abs.
Dick pushed you down, hard enough that you stayed down but gentle enough that it didn’t hurt. Face pressed against a pillow and ass up in the air, the cool air against your hot pussy had you aching.
“Please, Dick. Please fuck me.”
His rough, calloused hands ran down the length of your spine and then left your skin. You whined and pushed your ass back, only to be met with a swift smack. You gasped and then moaned, relaxing into the bed. Dick stroked your ass and pulled them apart before he spat on your cunt.
“You like this. Being used to get me off. Being spread open like this.”
Your only answer was a whine as he slipped one finger into you and slowly pumped it in and out of you. You grunted and rocked your hips back against his hand but he stopped your movement with his other hand. Tears sprang to your eyes. It wasn’t enough. You needed him inside you now.
“Dickie, please,” you whimpered. “I can’t…I need more. I need more, sir. Please.”
“Hmmm? What was that? You weren’t loud enough.”
You threw your head back and practically shouted. “Fuck me, sir. Please. I want it. I need it.”
Another slap landed on your ass and the sting was so good. It made your body thrum with delight and you pressed your forehead against the pillow once again. Dick positioned himself behind you, finally hard again, and sank the tip of his cock into your soaking cunt. A keening wail escaped your lungs as he split you apart, his thick cock dragging across your walls. You clenched around him and he grunted before thrusting into you, punching the air out of your lungs. Without use of your arms, you couldn’t lift yourself up anymore. You just rocked back against him, your eyes rolling back as he bottomed out into you. His cockhead brushed against that sensitive spot in you and you bit out a gasping cry.
“Oh Dick, right there. Harder.”
His pace was brutal but it was perfect. He dug his fingers into your hips and you moaned at the bruising grip as he pulled you back onto his thick shaft over and over again until your head swum. You weren’t even aware that tears were building in your eyes until they were sliding down your cheeks. Dick leaned down, his teeth scraping against your shoulder before biting down just as his gait stuttered and he spilled his thick seed into you. One of his hands drifted down and rubbed your clit in earnest, finally pushing you over that final wave that had you clenching around his softening cock. The scream that built in your throat escaped in broken off choking gasps as your vision whited out.
Gentle hands pulled on the rope around your wrist and your arms fell limp at your sides. Dick helped you lay down on your side and you instinctively curled up against the cold air of his room. He kneeled down next to the bed and studied you carefully with those bright blue eyes of yours.
“Good?” he asked.
“Uh-huh.” Your throat was a bit sore from being used so roughly, but it was nothing a bit of hot tea and rest couldn’t fix. Dick rested his hand on your waist, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin.
“You gotta go to the bathroom, babe,” he reminded. “I’ll grab some clothes.”
You whined, high and pathetic. He chuckled and ducked down to steal one, two, three kisses from you before he moved to the dresser. You pulled yourself off of the bed and weakly stepped towards the bathroom, muscles sore and legs especially unsteady from kneeling for so long.
After using the bathroom and washing your hands, Dick entered the bathroom to find holding some sweatpants and one of his shirts. He carefully draped the shirt over your head and waited for you to step into the pants before he rolled up the band so you weren’t drowning in his clothes. He settled his hands on your hips and pressed a kiss to the back of your head before helping you sit on the counter so he could pull one of your makeup wipes out of your drawer and clean your face.
“Hi, pretty bird,” he chuckled when you yawned. “How you feeling?”
“Mmmm, tired.” He delicately swiped the rag across your lips and then pecked the corner of your lips. Once Dick was done cleaning off your makeup, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you back to bed. He stripped off the old comforter that you two had just defiled and grabbed a few fuzzy blankets Alfred stored in his closet. You watched him through tired, hooded eyes that shut when he tucked you in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“I’m gonna go get you some tea and some food. I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Love you.”
Dick grinned. “Love you too, pretty bird.”
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mayfieldss · 1 year
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Flights - Dick Grayson
Warnings; Language, fluff.
Pairing; Dick Grayson gn!reader
Summary; Dick Grayson hates flying. When on a flight with him, you discover his fear.
AN; This is shorter than me
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Dick Grayson isn't fond of planes. The concept of being high in the sky, putting his full trust in someone who claims to be qualified as a pilot, never appealed to him, and the thought of being up in the air for minutes or hours with only two ways down was stressful. You could land safely or crash, and Dick had never been fond of the latter.
You were his pride and joy, the person he turned to when he felt uneasy, or in need of comfort, and right now you sat beside him, buckling yourself into your seat. Not just any seat, however, but the seat of an aeroplane. Dick was cautious to do the same, wondering if there was still time to back out of the flight. Looking over his shoulder his eyes wrestled with the door of the aircraft, now officially closing. He couldn't leave now, not just because the door was finally shut, but also because he didn't want you to know just how concerned he felt about being in the air.
"You okay?" Your voice tugs him from his thoughts, and he turns to you with a forced smile.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He buckles himself in as he says it, trying to get comfortable as best he can. You place your hand over his, brows furrowed in concern and at that moment Dick knows you've caught on to how he feels.
"You're scared, aren't you?" Your voice is gentle, and one would think you didn't find humor in the situation, but the smile on your lips says otherwise.
"I'm just a little concerned, you never know how these things are gonna go." Dick tries his best to keep his breathing steady, though the hand that isn't under yours is gripping the armrest of the seat.
"You are scared!" You slap him gently on the shoulder, smile widening. He gives in then, head drooping as he stares at his knees. He's in the window seat, and Dick is trying his best not to lock eyes on the outside world.
"You're gonna be fine, Dick." You knock his knee with your own, resting your head on his shoulder with all the affection you can muster. It does calm him; Dick can't deny that and for a second he thinks everything is going to be okay. Then the plane jolts, and he's lifting off of the ground inside it.
"Oh shit." It comes as a mumble that he repeats at least five times in the span of minutes it takes the plane to get off the ground. You chuckle to yourself all through it, head still tucked into the space between his collarbone and jaw, trying your best to provide comfort with your hand in his.
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loppsided · 6 months
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d. grayson as your boyfriend
summary: headcanons for boyfriend dick :p
pairing: dick grayson x afab!reader
wc: 397
warnings: fluffy grayson, slight cussing,
a/n: probably going to be doing a lot of headcanons since im in school so enjoy this! reblogs and likes appreciated!
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so protective, sometimes to the point where it gets annoying lmao. he just wants to make sure your safe at all times and what better way to do that than being near you 24/7!
100% clingy dick when you get that comfortable with each other
hands always roaming on your body, in your hair, on your back, holding yours.
if your a titan it takes a lot of convincing him to let you on missions not because he doesn't think you can handle yourself but because he knows he'll be distracted making sure your not hurt instead of doing the mission.
if your a normal civilian he teaches you hand to hand combat, hes nervous one day someone might try to take you and he needs you to be capable of defending yourself.
brings you flowers every friday, especially when hes super busy with missions to let you know your still his #1 priority.
patching up his bruises and cuts after a mission, scolding him on being more careful as he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes.
love language is definitely acts of service -- training with you to make sure your at your best, making your bed for you when your busy, cooking you breakfast in bed just because "he feels like it."
just those little things that make sure you don't forget how much he loves you.
his stern demeanor falls quickly when hes around you, a big softy when its just you and him watching a movie or taking a bath together.
speaking of baths, this man LOVES taking showers/baths with you in a non-sexual way. after a mission when he's all bloody and sweaty he asks you to join him so you can wash each other off.
play fighting when training together -- always ending in you and him wrestling on the floor with side splinters from laughing so hard.
listening to each others favorite songs, discussing the lyric delivery and melody of each one. after ranting about your favorite album for almost 10 minutes he decides to buy you a vinyl of it.
him opening up about his past, growing up with bruce, his time as a detective in detroit and more around the 5-6 month mark of the relationship.
overall, though he can be a pain in the ass, he's the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.
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stararch4ngelqueen · 6 months
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Date Night Blues
Time written- 7:48 p.m.
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Dick Grayson/fem!reader fluff
The sun slowly dies behind dreary, shadowy clouds before you pull your bedroom curtains closed, returning to your task at hand at folding your still warm laundry, munching on crunchy green grapes in between your work, mainly consisting of passive aggressively folding laundry.
To say you were mildly annoyed with a most gracious understatement.
Irritated. Aggravated. Distressed.
Fed up.
Majorly annoyed sounded much better than the very first option.
You would say you were mentally exhausted from the unfortunate routines of planning dates with vigilantes who always got called in at the worst moments. Talk about a crazy schedule.
Your days off remained rather dull without him, leaving you to do your daily chores or run errands on your own on some days. You thought vigilantes usually do their crime fighting at night. Sometimes, that just wasn’t the case in Blüdhaven.
Whilst debating on folding a particular shirt to slip into your drawer, or adjust on a hangar to put in your closet, you ponder over what was left for you to do for the rest of tonight.
Finish up my laundry, recheck my work schedule, make sure laptop’s charged, then debate on what to have for dinner.
Don’t have much, what should I order in then? Eh, don’t feel like going out tonight. It’s Sunday, maybe I’ll google to see if that one place on the corner is still open, see if they deliver—
“Boo."
You jump, turning around with a loud yelp. The culprit, while he wasn’t an intruding thief, smirked like a villain at your amusing outburst, your hand clutching onto that very shirt as if it would service to protect you.
“I- Dick! Oh my God, don’t do that!!”
The man chuckles, not caring if you meant to call him an insult or not, too amused to even care.
"Okay, that was the cutest sound ever." He points out as he steps closer, black gloved hands slowly settling along your shoulders.
He was still in uniform, off on a mission of sorts you cared little to bother about. The bitterness of his line of work came rushing back to you, making you scoff and toss the article of unfolded clothing onto your bed.
“How did you get in here?”
“Uh, the usual way?” Dick replies, the curtains billowing in the late evening breeze making an appearance behind his broad back. Of course he did.
“Jesus,” you mutter, glancing up at Dick in question.
“I literally could’ve strangled you with a pair of socks if I thought you were some thug breaking into my room. You’re aware of that, right?”
"But I wasn't a thug,” Dick smiles as he slightly leans down, his voice lowering the closer he approached your face. “So you don't get to strangle me tonight, babycake.”
He usually leers down closer to your level before giving you a kiss, which is what a part of you so desperately desired.
However, the more stubborn devil on your shoulder grimaced at his approach, controlling your thoughts to lean your head back just enough before his nose bumped against yours.
“Ah-ah. I didn’t hear you say sorry yet, Mister,” You tell the tall man, but you didn’t lean back from him any further than that.
He pouts with furrowed brows, face contorted in feigned shock and distress. He takes his chance to lean close one more, taking your chin with two gentle fingers.
“Sorry," he whispers before moving their faces close together. "Now can I kiss you?"
“Say it like you mean it,” Came his girl’s soft response. “And I just might let you.”
Dick looks at you for a moment as the gears quickly work inside his mind. Then, with a smirk, he answers.
"I apologize with my entire soul,” He begins, his hands working down to caress along your plush hips. “Please, my Goddess, forgive me for all of the mistakes I made by scaring you instead of kissing you the moment I broke into your room."
Nearly deadpanning by his choice of words, you scoff once more before snorting in full amusement, unsure whether to blush or cringe. You always blushed so damn easily with him anyway.
“Wow,” You couldn’t help but giggle. “Fiiine, I guess that deserves a kiss.”
Dick smiles widely, laughing a little at the success of his little trick.
Wasting no further time, his nose brushes against yours as he takes your lips, finally fulfilling the strong need he's had since the moment he left your apartment this morning after answering one of Batman’s calls.
“M’sorry, babycakes,” he mutters against your lips, nearly humming at the soft weight of your forearms resting up on his shoulders.
“I know you don’t— don’t like when I leave.” Talking full sentences in between a gentle, passionate make-out was a bit of a challenge. “Believe me, if I had it my way—“
“We would’ve finished what you started?”
Your interruption made a handsome smile stretch across his face, his head nodding. “We would’ve finish what I started. Exactly.”
What he had started bloomed from you waking up to him absentmindedly massaging your soft tits through your sleep shirt, an ‘absentminded’ habit he obtained over many nights of sleeping in your apartment.
Fortunately for you, you had stirred with a deep, hungry ache in your tummy, desperate for him in all ways he was more than willing to provide. He answered your silent pleas after reading your desires in your sleepy eyes, both hands working on simultaneously slipping under your shirt and underwear, lips trapped against one another in variously passionate, heavy kisses.
Ever so unfortunately, his phone begins to vibrate on the nightstand.
You both learn that not even scam callers were annoying enough to call so early in the morning, unless they were that desperate to steal your credit card info or identity.
You insisted within heavy gasps to not answer it, your fingers firmly grazing along the waistband of his sweats to convince him. His raspy groan echoing against the crook of your neck signified his inner turmoil between wanting to make you scream, and screaming at the person responsible displayed on the Caller ID.
Dick couldn’t scream at Bruce, but he did have an attitude after getting blue balled by the Dark Knight.
Even worse, it was nearly a common occurrence.
“You sound like you read Pride and Prejudice, by the way.” You snicker as you gently peel of his domino mask, peering into his pretty eyes free of their sheer, milky covering.
“Or watched Phantom of the Opera. Have you seen that movie?” You question after setting his mask alongside your folded clothes, especially curious since you may have it available on your current streaming service.
Dick gives a weak shrug and responds with a semi-truth. "No, I haven't. Always heard it's pretty good though."
What he meant by that was Jason invited him to watch it before, but what he could nearly recall was falling asleep after the opening credits. Jason “teased” him about it for weeks after, but he was sort of glad you hadn’t brought it up. Maybe you weren’t even aware of it, thankfully.
What could you say, really? You were dying for a movie night for the past week, pleading to whichever God that listened that Dick had the time to stay a while, without interruptions. Only, you weren’t sure if Dick merely broke into your apartment to stop by for a short spell.
“Maybe, you’d want to watch it with me?" You began to question with hints of hesitation. “Unless Mr. Nightwing has any secret crime fighting missions he’s not telling me about.”
“I mean..” Dick laughs at that, shaking his head a bit.
“What?” Your heart was nearly moments away from dropping into your stomach.
He pulls you closer to himself, warm material smooth against your cotton clothes, peering down at you with pretty eyes and a small, innocent smile.
"I'm not sure how much longer I can last without kissing you again." Dick leans towards your lips, smiling. “I’d much rather be doing this than any secret crime fighting—“
“You can kiss me all you want in a bit,” You insist, keeping your palms braced along his chest for fair measure, dying for your question to be answered.
“You wanna stay? Yes, or no? I want a full movie night this time, Dick. The kind where one of us falls asleep on top of the other, and it becomes an inconvenience.”
Dick, completely enamored by your sweet voice asking such an even sweeter request, nods his head twice without little time to ponder over it all.
Dick wants exactly what you desire, a deal that can be easily struck; to make tonight like every Hollywood romance movie. It deserves to be that special, you deserve to have that memory become born.
“Yeah, I can do that."
“Great,” your lips broaden into a smile, one he wanted to see plastered onto your face nearly every minute of the day.
“You hungry?” You suddenly question. “I need your help deciding what we should order out. Oh, and I’m thinking of making that chocolate, rainbow sprinkle popcorn for the movie.”
There you go again, getting your hopes up in planning ahead for a potentially successful date night. Dick could only stare at you with a content gaze, amused by the giddiness in your eyes, the glimmer brighter than any star.
You dropped your chores to spend time with him, he’s convinced you to skip a day or two of work to remain in bed with him for a few extra hours. It was unfair for him to always leave, putting the wrong person on the top of his priority list, when you should’ve remained the first.
He knew you were annoyed with him and Batman all day, he wasn’t an idiot on that account. Now?
All you wanted was for you both to hold one another underneath a fuzzy blanket, cuddling one another like two multicolored cats napping under the sun, tails and limbs intertwined.
His own tired smile revealed he wanted the very same thing. You were his girl, his babycakes, his short stack with a cute pout and firecracker temper.
Their was a firm chance he would fall asleep after the opening scene like before, but at least it would be in the warm safety of your arms and a large, cream knit blanket.
He’d do anything to keep that smile on your face just a while longer, even ignoring the subtle vibrating of his phone on his person. No doubt another ‘un-likely scammer.’
“Which one will it be, Richy?” You question which of the two movies you listed for him to choose, leading him by the hand down the short hallway towards your cozy living room.
Maybe if neither of you fell asleep, he’d lead you both to make use of your futon. To finish what he started.
“What was the name of the masquerade musical again?”
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I'll find you always (but I'd rather go alone)
comfort came against my will - series masterlist coming soon
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pairing: dick grayson x reader (gender neutral)
length: 1.1k
genre: fluff, comfort
warnings: established relationship, reader finding out dick is nightwing, reader is almost mugged but nothing actually happens, dick has big feelings and doesn't know how to handle them
a/n: I have a ton more written for this couple but let's just start here
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It's while you're walking home late one night that it all comes out. You sigh as you weave through a back alley, knowing that Dick would be furious if he knew that, not only were you walking home alone after dark, but you're taking shortcuts through more dangerous parts of the city. But you're tired and you'd had a long day and you couldn't stand the thought of dealing with a creepy cabbie, so you decided to walk, slipping through side streets as all your thoughts swirled around wanting to be home.
But of course, it's not that simple. Of course, you're cornered by three guys who are incredibly interested in the contents of your bag. And… of course, you grew up the way you did, in Gotham of all places. You're not scared, you're just tired and fed up and want to go home.
You don't even have a chance to move, though, before Nightwing is dropping from a nearby roof and dispatching the men in front of you. You cross your arms and huff while you lean against the brick wall. You tilt your chin up as Nightwing stalks towards you and somewhere in the back of your brain, where your sensible self-preservation instincts are buried, an alarm bell rings. Nightwing is all power and presence and danger as he stands tall before you, close enough that you can see the way his muscles strain against his suit.  
You level your gaze with his, waiting for him to make the first move as he stares back at you - you've had your fair share of run-ins with vigilantes and you know that not all of them are as friendly as Batman and his crew. So you wait, holding yourself steady until Nightwing makes the first move.
"Are you hurt?" is all he asks. You arch a brow, his voice pinging some sort of recognition in your brain as you try to place where you've heard it before.
"Pretty sure you showed up before anything had a chance to happen, hm?" you quip back and notice the way his fists ball. Okay, you think. Not in the mood for banter.
"You should be more careful," he responds, and there's a levelness to his rage that reminds you of something but you just can't place it and -
"I'm as careful as I need to be," you snap back. "There are a lot of people in this city who need a guardian angel more than I do - you should go find one of them." So much for not provoking him.
He doesn't do anything, though. He's wound up, that much is clear; he's tense and angry and frustrated and you're not completely sure why or… why you know all of that about him. 
"I found you," is what he finally offers, softness seeping into his voice in a way that makes your stomach flip.
"Hm?" you respond, worried that if you speak, you'll break through the blanket of softness that enveloped you both.
"I found you. Always - I'll always find you. I'll always be here," it's the gentleness that does it, that clicks the last piece of the puzzle into place and forces a huff of breath out of your lungs.
"Is that so?" you murmur back. His hand unclenches and looks as if it's reaching for you for a moment before it falls back to his side and he steps back.
"Of course," he clears his throat. "I always will."
"And why's that?" you press, finally knowing what you're pressing for.
"I'm going to make sure you get home safely. Come on… other people are waiting for their guardian angel," he says, stiff as a board as he closes up. You cock your head to the side.
"Go on then," you prompt. "I can get myself home."
"And I'll make sure of it. Come on."
"No," you shrug. "I'd rather go alone."
"I'm trying to keep you safe." There it is, that dangerous, angry edge seeping back into his voice. You recognize it so clearly this time around.
"And I said no," you push. "I don't need protecting, and you can't save someone that doesn't want to be saved."
"Sometimes when people refuse it is when they need it the most," he growls back, fists balling again. You scoff and cross your arms, slouching against the alley wall.
"Dick saviour complex Grayson, huh. You never let it go, do you?"
Time sort of just… stands still after that. Dick stands before you frozen and your heart melts a little, knowing how rare it is for him to be caught like this and how he must be reeling right now.
"Come on," you say gently as you push yourself off the wall and start walking down the alley. "You were gonna walk me home, right?" He doesn't respond, but you hear his footsteps ever so slightly following behind you, and wonder if he's doing it intentionally so that he doesn't spook you, or if you've done enough spooking and he's still in shock. You glance behind you, but his mask keeps so much from you. You sigh, then, halting as you wait for him to catch up.
"Hey…" you say gently when he stands in front of you, anxious in a way you've never seen him before. "You ok?"
"How long have you known?" he asks quietly.
"About… three minutes I think," you respond lightly. His eyes snap to your and he huffs out a laugh.
"Oh…" he says. "Oh, that's not so bad." you laugh and take his hand, pulling him further out of the alley.
"No, it's really not, is it? Your teasing is gentle. "Now come on, Nightwing, you promised to make sure I get home safe. We can talk about this later, okay? But - you should know… it's okay. It's all okay." He stops walking, then, pulling your arm gently so that you swing around and face him.
"Really?" he prods gently.
"Really," you assure. "I mean… if I had a problem with vigilantes I wouldn't be here, right? And I did, uh… have some suspicions that you hadn't quite retired after Robin"
"Yea," Dick laughs. "I guess that was bound to happen. But, you're right, we can talk later. Come on, now - I promised to get you home safe." you smile up at him, letting him keep your hand firmly in his as you walk side by side.
"Oh," he continues. "And don't think for a second this means I've forgotten about you being out here alone late at night. We're gonna be talking about that, too." You groan and he laughs, pulling you into him to press a kiss to your forehead.
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