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inkdrinkerworld · 2 months

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Stitches, Films and Sponges Baths?

Cw: fluff, shy!team doctor!reader, Dick being a flirty shit

“Nightwing B-01, injured.” Calls the electronic voice through the comms and you get moving immediately.

“How bad is it?” You ask as you snap gloves on and reach for your kit.

“Bad enough that I’ll miss seeing your concentrated face, angel.” Dick flirts and you suck at your teeth.

The moment he comes into view, you realise that as much as he flirts he hadn’t been lying.

He’s cut under his eye, there’s another on his bicep and a tear in the side of his suit.

“Who did you lose a fight to?” That gets him to open his eyes and he spots a slight frown on your lips.

“I didn’t lose, I’m just a little more cut up than you’re used to seeing me.” You clean up his face first and your frown smooths out when you realise it's more blood than wound.

“This one isn’t too bad, maybe a butterfly stitch if you really want one. It should close within the day.”

Dick reaches for your gloved hand, “Put the stitch please, angel? Don’t want you having to stare at that cut every time you look at me;” he smiles and as if he’s reconsidered his statement he adds. “Unless it makes me look rugged and even hotter.”

Your body flushes, heat rushing through you and you nibble on your lip as you set the stitch on his cheekbone.

“You look fine, can you open your eyes now?”

He does, “Missed seeing them, did you?”

“Dick,” it’s only a warning, but he likes when you say his name so it’s one he elects to ignore- on the basis of the fact that if he does, you’re going to fluster even more. And he likes that even more.

“Your bicep isn’t too bad, just a scratch really. I’m more worried about your side, so I’m going to look at that first.”

His arms reach up for you to undress him and Dick bites his tongue to keep his smile at bay when your eyes widen and your fingers drag up his stomach as you lift off the top of his suit.

You wonder if he can tell that your pulse is rioting now?

He’s always been pretty, flirty and overly friendly to you and you’ve never known where to put all that.

Dick is gorgeous, he’s been gorgeous from the moment you’d been recruited here from the Bat, but he’s also never been by himself since you’ve been here- a little bit of a relationship man and while you’d love to pursue that, you don’t know if your poor heart will handle his flirty unleashed.

“It’s not so bad, just a little jagged so the stitching is going to hurt a bit. I’m sorry.”

Dick tuts, his heart clenching at how considerate you are- then he wonders if that’s just your bedside manner.

“No need for that, I can take a little pain.”

You nod, and get started with your needles and thread, closing up Dick’s wound with a steady hand.

“These are dissolvable, but they can still rip if you aren’t careful so you’re on bed rest until they dissolve.”

“How long will that take, angel? Trying to plan how many days I have with you.”

You clench your jaw to stop your smile, but Dick takes note of the way that your eyebrows jump and your eyes crinkle with little crow’s feet.

“A week or two for the most, but you can’t go around training like usual until they dissolve.”

He nods, “So what do you say to movie nights and reading challenges all week?”

You do let yourself smile then, Dick’s proposed things you like that he doesn’t necessarily find that mind blowing.

“And what will you do?” You ask, a vote of confidence to play along with his tease.

“Probably work on some tech stuff, but we’ll at least be together so you can have all the time in the world just staring at me till you’re ready to make a move.”

You grumble and scrub your face making Dick chuckle.

“That was mean, I’m sorry angel.” He coos and you look up to find him still smirking.

“Mhm, I totally believe you,” you finish his stitch and cover it with a piece of gauze and medical tape. “I don’t think I’ll be able to spend the entire week with you Grayson. I’ve got class.”

His eyebrows jump, “Class? Did you start a new programme?”

You nod, “Behavioral analysis.” Dick smiles, a little wicked at the confession. You move to his bicep, cleaning up the blood to find three claw-like marks tearing through his skin.

“Do you need real life case studies? I’ll be happy to help you out. You can analyse my behaviour when I’m with you.”

Your belly heats, and you’re sure the way you fluster is evident to Dick and that makes you feel even more bashful.

It’s clear he does feel a little bad about how flushed he’s making you when you feel his hand reach up to your cheek.

“I’ll stop for a little, angel. Don’t want you to pass out from all the heat you’re pushing out.”

“Dick!” You whine and he laughs, a full belly laugh that makes your frown turn to a small smile. “You’re the worst.”

You finish cleaning and dressing the scratches on his bicep, they only needed a few stitches on one of them.

“Oh am I?” He coos and you grumble, biting your lip to stop from swearing at him. “Okay okay, I’ll really stop now.” He promises; you look up at him through your lashes as you pull away from his hand and start cleaning up.

“Wanna watch a film with me?” He asks as you finish cleaning, his body suddenly tired now that he’s not worried about flirting and teasing you.

“One of your black and white French films?” It’s his turn to flush a little, clearly not expecting anyone to notice his choice in movies. “You always leave the disk in, and I don’t think anyone else is watching espionage French films except you.” You explain with a little smile.

“Maybe not a French one, we can do Russian or Spanish- I know you watch those.”

You shrug, “We can trade off, one French, one Spanish.”

Dick nods, groaning as he stands. His hand pressed tight to his side. “Why don’t you choose first, angel. Gonna get Alfred to sponge me off,” he pauses at the door, a mischievous smirk on his lips as he turns back to you. “Unless you want to do it, which I have zero objections to.”

“Go get your sponge bath Grayson, I’ll be in the media room.”

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celaenaeiln · 6 months

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I literally can't take it anymore. I need to get this out of my system. This is a hate-rant about why almost every single thing Tom Taylor has written is wrong.

First and foremost is the bimbofication of Dick Grayson. Tom Taylor loves to write him like this idiot who doesn't think at all. Being cheerful does not mean being dumb.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #79

"You seem unusually contemplative"? All Dick does is contemplate!

Nightwing (1996) Issue #3

His mind is always running!

Nightwing (2011) Issue #13

Nightwing (2016) Issue #38

I just picked a random issue from all of these comics and in every single one of these, Dick's planning, thinking, and strategising constantly.

Tom Taylor literally treats him like he's stupid or something.

Also the degradation of his abilities

Nightwing (2016) Issue #79

A vigilante for 20 years. Who has faced assassins, hitmen, psychos, surprise attacks, metas, and you're telling me he didn't know that a untrained kid snuck up and stole from him?

He forgot who he was, he didn't forget where he lived! Even when he was Ric Grayson, Dick had procedural memory. His battle instincts stayed with him.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #52

"Then...I didn't even know what I was doing. I took him down--took him apart in seconds."

This man is a vigilante machine when he was amnesic. Why the heck would Dick ever let his guard down?

His robin reference

Nightwing (2016) Issue #92

Even Bruce in Batman: Hush has said it-Dick was the best. His skills were the best of anyone he's witnessed which is one of the reasons why Bruce let him be Robin in the first place.

This scene is so wrong that there's a robin scene that came out before this in direct opposition of this Tom Taylor Shitshow.

Robin & Batman Issue #1

This was actually pre-robin. Bruce had him do a solo-trial run to see his skill before he made him Robin and this was the result. Compare that to Tom Taylor's scene and the result is humiliating. For Taylor.

Tom Taylor's version of trying to show that Dick loves the people comes off as him hating crime-fighting. RIP the whole Robin firing drama and Nightwing birth i guess.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #79

"We could have avoided all of this if we'd just stayed in and eaten kibble."

Nightwing (1996) Issue #3

Dick would rather die than stop crime-fighting. After Blockbuster's first attempt, his life was hanging on by a thread and he still continued crime fighting.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #91

After Blockbuster blew up his apartment, this is the single-minded determination Dick had to continue crime-fighting. This is him at one of the worst lows of his life but he refused to give up but now? He has everything and Dick wants to ignore the murder of a child to stay inside and eat kibble which - what the heck? I know he's seen as a happy character but him finding dog-food desirable is too far!

Also the idiocy of which Tom Taylor had Barbara calling the cops in Bludhaven for a stolen wallet. Newsflash! This isn't her first rodeo here.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #81

Nightwing (2016) Issue #24

Nightwing (2011) Issue #23

Given how Dick's easily defeated enhanced metas and "very good" fighters, him falling down the stairs is a little to absolutely impossible to believe.

Another thing I love about Dick that Tom Taylor deciminates is his grace. Dick is the most graceful person in DC. His balance easily matches Selina's enhanced cat powers.

But yet. You have.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #83

Nightwing (2011) Issue #23

yeah. okay.

Taylor's motorbike scenes of Dick make me so mad. The boy is a pro at crazy. It's one of his best traits because he does the wildest stunts and he pulls it off.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #93

Nightwing (1996) Issue #86

He lands on his feet. He grabbed a villain mid-air, crashed into a window, and was perfectly fine. Actually no, he's not fine because he's worried about his bike's paint job.

Nightwing (2011) Issue #24

He just sailed over a whole crowd of people and started kicking butt like what he just did wasn't extraordinary - which for him is just another tuesday.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #95

yeah, tell 'er Dick.

He doesn't need someone to hold his bike.

One of the worst things in Taylor's run is how Blockbuster went down. It suddenly reminded me of Selina's stupid ideology which is why I think I got so ticked off.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #96

Blockbusters' thugs loyalty to him isn't a make it or break it deal. He's one of strongest criminal organisations and the knowledge that he owns one of the worst prisons that he could easily put his underlings into would've instilled fear into his thugs, not freedom. Furthermore Blockbuster takes good care of his people that don't piss him off. He teamed up with Nightwing in the scarecrow era in Nightwing (2016) because someone was messing with his people. He's extremely intelligent and superstrong, and he's not just going to be brought down by the knowledge that he owns a prison. It's Bludhaven. If he didn't, then there would be something suspicious given that he runs the city. It's the way Taylor dumbs down Bludhaven's villains that gets to me. Imagine him writing Batman (2016). It's like saying, "yeah the Joker was just a little misguided but he found the right way again after a stern talking to by Batman."

Nightwing is a big name.

When Dick first came to Bludhaven, one of the police officers was like we don't want your crazy here or something. Also Bludhaven loves Nightwing. They want him.

So why is everyone pretending like they don't know who he is?

Nightwing (2016) Issue #90

The police, the citizens, the villains-all of them. Dick fought Brutale and beat the crap out of him way back in 1996 comic. He's a Bludhaven regular. Just because Dick forgot who he was doesn't mean anyone else forgot him. Amnesia doesn't work that way.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #54

A whole team of Nightwings were formed during Dick's amnesic period because of how badly he was needed and missed. It's almost like the Tom Taylor run is set in an alternate universe.

I ran out of image space but what the absolute fiddlesticks is up with Dick being scared to jump. It better be a manipulation tactic but at this point I think Tom Taylor doesn't even know that Dick is manipulative.

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bumblebeesfromvenus · 2 days

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Nightingale 🕊

Dick Grayson x reader

《A/N》: first piece for Dickie bird!! Truthfully, I just whipped this up really quick for my dear friend @allysunny . There isn't much I can do, but I hope this helps a little bit <33

If it's too personal, let me know, and I'll take it down 🫶🏻

~Fi 🐝

《Content》: lots of comfort from Dick. reader is stressed bc of school work. Dickie being the best boyfriend 🩷

《Word count》: 1.5k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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Not only the moon that hung high in the sky but the burning light of your laptop illuminated your face as your tired eyes ran over the words again. With a shaky sigh you closed the device and dragged a hand down your face before a frustrated groan left your throat.

Your forehead rested on your desk as you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to ignore the salty sting in your eyes and your closing throat.

"Stupid grading system, stupid classmates..." you forced through your tightened throat, hoping that your wrath and frustration would somehow reach your fellow students on a spiritual level and make them stub their toe or spill their hot drink.

Or accidently end up in crossfire from the many shootings taking place in Gotham. You weren't picky.

Your fingers threaded through your hair and tugged at the roots, trying to get the blizzard of feelings out of your chest.

Before you had any chance to stop it, a few hot tears of frustration trickled down your face, adding to the overwhelming state you were in.

The hard wooden surface of your desk started to hurt your head, pressing unpleasantly agaisnt your forehead. A dull and pulling ache ran up your neck as well, courtesy of the weird twisting position it was in. You couldn't find it in yourself to care, pulling at the strands of your hair.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Dick sighed out in relief once he slipped through the window of your shared livingroom. Patrol wasn't too rough tonight, but he could feel the soreness in his muscle setting in.

A fair consequence after being a bit of a show off with his gymnastic skills.

Your warm apartment was a welcome contrast to the biting cold Gotham nights he knew all too well. Dick wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with you and be enveloped by the love that never failed to warm his heart.

He took his mask off his face and ran his hand through his black locks, trying to distract himself from his buzzing skin. The Nightwing suit felt all too tight right now and he couldn’t wait to get it off.

His eyes fell on the bedroom door, slightly ajar, and he cocked a brow. You should be asleep. He let out a sharp breath. He'd told you to sleep. But deep down he knew you'd be up and about the second you heard the window close.

"Stubborn girl..." he grumbled, albeit with a soft and worried intention behind his words.

You could see the door being pushed open from the corner of your eye as a big block of black and blue stepped in.

"Honey..." he said softly followed by a sigh after seeing your hunched over and distraught form at your desk.

"Hi Dickie." You replied, absolutely defeated. The feelings of anger and frustration had faded and left was only the deep sadness of being treated so unfairly.

"Hey, pretty..." his brows scrunched together, not liking how sad and tired you sounded.

"What's wrong, hm? 'Told you to get some sleep." He spoke quietly, prying your hands away from tugging at your hair and replacing them with his, gently petting your locks.

His touch made it even harder to fight the tears you've been trying to hold in. All you wanted was for him to hold you and make everything go quiet, even if it was just for tonight.

You stayed silent for a moment, Dick kneeling next to you.

"Got an e-mail about that presentation.." you explained, ready to break into tears at the mere thought of it. He gently turned your head so you could see him.

"Give me five minutes to get out of this suit and I'm yours, alright? You can tell me all about." He pressed a soft kiss to your temple and you nodded your head.

His comforting touch left you in the blink of an eye as he whisked off to the bathroom. With a quick rummage through his drawer, he was already prying at his spandex prison.

Luckily, he had nimble fingers and was back at your side within the promised five minutes, much more comfortable and ready to be your shoulder to cry on.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get tucked in, yeah?" His voice was gentle and soothing, drawing you in like it always did.

Dick took your hand and helped you into bed, knowing well that you didn't need his assistance physically but that you needed to be cared for right now.

You were cuddled up next to him, wrapped in his embrace and your cozy blanket while he stroked your cheek. He frowned slightly at the couple of salty streaks that had ready dried on your skin.

"Are you okay to tell me what happened?" He asked carefully, not wanting to overstep. You took in a shaky breath.

"D'you remember that project I told you about? You know, that hig presentation with lots of other people?" He hummed in response, listening attentively.

"Well... they fucked it up. None of them were prepared, they were sputtering like a rusty engine- one chick even finished her text while one member was already presenting." You complained, feeling the distaste for such unreliable people bubble up in your chest once again.

"And now..." there was a slight crack in your voice when you spoke, making Dick holding you just a little bit tighter," they're dragging me down with them. I was prepared, I did good, but I get a shit grade too now. It's not fair."

You choked on the last word, finally letting the tears spill. You were already so overwhelmed with work, with things you needed to do that you had no time for, you didn't need a grade you needed to fix just because studying was such a foreign concept to some people.

"It's not fair, Dickie..." you cried, head resting on his shoulder with his head on top of yours. His heart cracked a little. You were such a hard worker, always going above and beyond to achieve your goals. Only to be dragged down due to a chain reaction.

"I'm sorry, baby, you don't deserve that. I know how hard you worked on that. Those assholes didn't even try.." he huffed, wiping at your ever flowing tears.

"A-And now the teacher sent an e-mail which is basically just her saying how disappointed she is and that we're doing terrible." You sobbed, needing all that stress to go somewhere. Dick maneuvered you even closer to him, stroking your back at a comforting pace.

"If anything, they're doing terrible. You did great, honey, okay? You'll figure it out. And I'll be here to support you, you know that. I'm sure you can contact the teacher and work something out. But I just want you to know- look at me.." he said softly, tilting your head to look at him. It pained him to be see you so upset.

He much preferred your pretty lips pulled up into a bright smiled instead of the wobbly pout with tear stained cheeks it was in now.

"I want you to know... that everything will be okay. You will be okay. I promise you." His voice was clear but quiet and soft as he gently bumped his nose against yours.

"You will be okay." He whispered, holding you tightly as you got the last of your sobs out and your breathing evened. They were sweet murmurs against your temple as he had you pressed against his chest, stroking your hair.

Dick held you as the moon shone through the window, he held you until it was covered by clouds and you were plunged into a grey darkness. He held you and wiped and kissed your tears away even as faint peak of colors emerged from the horizon. You were exhausted with puffy eyes as you laid in his embrace, the burden on your chest lightened for now.

You glanced up and saw how dark the bags under his eyes were, but despite that, he was still smiling down on you with a look so sweet and loving you could feel your teeth ache.

"How 'bout we make ourselves a cozy day tomorrow, hm? I'll read you Pride and Prejudice, we can have some cake, cuddle all day.." he trailed off, have of it in a slur as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

"I'd love that." You sighed with a sleepy smile, tangling your fingers together.

"You can sing for me, too.." Dick yawned, scooching further down the bed and tucking himself under the blanket, with you tightly held to his chest, of course. You giggled softly, craning your neck to press a kiss to his cheek.

"My lovely, little Nightingale..." he murmured, a dopey smile on his lips.

"I love you, Dickie bird." You said softly, bringing your lips to his in a sweet kiss before sleep took you away.

"I love you more, honey." He mumbled against your lips, content as ever, with his beloved Nightingale snug in his embrace.

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You're gonna be okay, I promise <3

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dc-and-arfrona · 9 months

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Night Time - Headcannons - Batboys

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Bat Boys x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 2.3k+

Masterlist

Summary: Your gifts to them after a night of patrol.

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Jason Todd - Home Cooked Meal

After a long and exhausting night of patrolling Gotham City, Jason Todd, the Red Hood, returned to the sanctuary of his home, a mix of weariness and anticipation coursing through his veins. He opened the door and was immediately greeted by the enticing aroma of a home-cooked meal that filled the air.

As he entered the kitchen, he found you, the person who held his heart, standing there with a warm smile on your face. The sight of you preparing a delicious feast tugged at Jason's heart, washing away the fatigue of the night's battles.

"Welcome home, Jason," you said, your voice filled with affection. "I thought you could use a good meal after tonight."

Jason's lips curled into a grateful smile, his eyes reflecting his love and appreciation. "You always know how to make me feel at home, Y/N. Thank you."

He joined you in the kitchen, stealing a taste of the dish you were preparing. The flavors exploded on his taste buds, a testament to your culinary skills. With every bite, he felt nourished not only by the meal but also by the love and care you poured into it.

As you both sat down to enjoy the meal together, the exhaustion from the night's battles faded into the background. The warmth of the home-cooked food mirrored the warmth that enveloped the space between you, strengthening the bond you shared.

In those moments, Jason realized the true meaning of coming home—finding solace and comfort in your presence, in the simple act of sharing a meal together. The home-cooked meal became a symbol of the love and care you bestowed upon him, a reminder that amidst the chaos of their lives, he had found a haven in your arms.

As you exchanged smiles and conversation, the weight of the night's battles lifted from Jason's shoulders. In your embrace and through the flavors of the meal, he found peace—a respite from the darkness he fought against. He cherished these moments, knowing that they were the threads that wove their lives together, creating a tapestry of love and support.

And so, in the glow of the kitchen, Jason Todd and you discovered that the simplest acts—a home-cooked meal and the shared moments around the table—could heal wounds, rekindle spirits, and remind them of the love that burned bright in their hearts. In each other's presence, they found a home—a place where they could truly be themselves, nurtured by the warmth of love and the taste of a home-cooked meal made with devotion.

Dick Grayson - Pillow Fort

After a grueling night of patrolling Gotham City as Nightwing, Dick Grayson returned to his apartment, his body weary but his spirit alive with anticipation. Little did he know that you, his partner and love, had prepared a surprise that would chase away the weariness and envelop him in warmth.

As he stepped through the door, he noticed a soft glow coming from the living room. Curiosity piqued, he followed the light and discovered a sight that brought a wide smile to his face—a cozy pillow fort filled with blankets, fairy lights, and a collection of his favorite movies.

Dick's heart swelled with joy as he realized what you had done. The thoughtfulness and care behind the gesture warmed his soul, washing away the fatigue of the night's battles. He couldn't help but feel a deep appreciation for the effort you had put into creating this haven of comfort and relaxation.

"You've outdone yourself, Y/N," Dick said, his voice filled with awe. "This is amazing."

You stepped out from behind the fort, a playful grin on your face. "I thought you could use a little relaxation after tonight. Come on, let's unwind and enjoy some movie magic."

Without hesitation, Dick joined you in the pillow fort, sinking into the softness of the cushions and reveling in the cozy atmosphere you had created. The dim lighting, the warmth of the blankets, and the presence of the person he loved turned the living room into a sanctuary—a place where the weight of the world could be momentarily set aside.

As you snuggled close, laughter and whispered conversations filled the air. You shared stories, whispered secrets, and basked in the comfort of each other's company. The movies played in the background, but the real magic was the connection between you and Dick.

In those moments, as they lost themselves in the embrace of the pillow fort, Dick realized the true meaning of home—a place where he could find solace and love, where the weariness of the night could be cast aside in favor of moments of pure joy and relaxation.

Together, you created memories—moments that would be etched in their hearts forever. In the gentle glow of the fairy lights and the soft whispers that filled the fort, Dick Grayson and you discovered the power of simple pleasures—a pillow fort and movie night became a symbol of their love and the sanctuary they had created together.

As the night wore on, Dick's weariness transformed into a profound gratitude for the person who had brought this beautiful moment into his life. With every laugh shared and every stolen glance, their love grew stronger, nourished by the comfort of the pillow fort and the magic of movie night.

And so, in the embrace of the fort, Dick Grayson and you found respite from the darkness of Gotham, a safe haven where their love could bloom. In each other's arms and in the flickering light of the movies, they discovered the true power of home—a place where they could be themselves, surrounded by the warmth of love and the gentle embrace of a cozy pillow fort.

Tim Drake - Coffee

After a long and demanding night of patrolling Gotham City as Red Robin, Tim Drake returned to his residence, a mix of exhaustion and appreciation coursing through his veins. He opened the door, expecting to find a familiar mess of books and gadgets scattered about. Instead, he was met with a pleasant surprise.

The house was impeccably clean, everything in its place. The sight instantly eased the tension in Tim's shoulders, a smile of gratitude gracing his lips. He could see your thoughtful touch in every corner, in the tidy rooms and the polished surfaces.

As he made his way to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Tim's senses awakened, and he spotted a cup waiting for him on the counter—a steaming mug of decaf coffee, perfectly prepared to his liking.

Tim couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth and love. The consideration you had shown him, taking care of the chores and providing him with a comforting beverage after his patrol, touched him deeply. It was a testament to the bond you shared, a connection that extended beyond the mask and cape.

With a grateful sigh, Tim settled into a chair at the kitchen table, cradling the cup of decaf coffee in his hands. The warmth seeped into his palms, matching the warmth he felt in his heart. As he took a sip, the rich flavors danced across his taste buds, providing a moment of solace and comfort.

In that quiet moment, Tim's weariness faded into the background. The clean house and the cup of decaf coffee became symbols of your love and care, a reminder that amidst the chaos of their lives, he had found a haven in your presence.

As you joined him at the table, Tim's gaze met yours—a silent expression of gratitude and affection. He didn't need words to convey his appreciation; the gentle smile on his face said it all.

Together, you shared a peaceful moment, savoring the quietude and the gentle companionship. The clean house and the decaf coffee became touchstones in their relationship, reminders that even in the face of darkness and danger, love could create pockets of serenity and understanding.

And so, in the gentle embrace of a clean home and the comfort of a cup of decaf coffee, Tim Drake and you discovered the true meaning of love—a partnership built on consideration and support. In each other's presence, they found a sanctuary—a place where they could recharge and find solace, nourished by the warmth of love and the taste of a perfectly brewed cup of coffee.

Damian Wayne - Night Cuddles

After a long and challenging night of fighting crime as Robin, Damian Wayne returned to the comforts of the Wayne Manor. As he entered his room, a familiar sight brought a small smile to his face—the bed was made with precision and care, a soft glow emanating from the bedside lamp.

Beside the bed, his loyal companion Ace, the Bat-Hound, eagerly wagged his tail, sensing his return. Damian's heart swelled with warmth, knowing that you, the person who held his heart, had prepared everything for a night of peaceful rest and the comfort of shared cuddles.

As Damian approached, Ace jumped onto the bed, settling himself in anticipation. Damian couldn't help but appreciate the thoughtfulness behind your actions. The meticulously made bed and the calming ambiance set the stage for a moment of respite—a sanctuary from the trials of their crime-fighting endeavors.

Climbing onto the bed, Damian wrapped his arms around Ace, feeling the softness of his fur against his fingertips. He couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity, a calmness that washed away the weight of his responsibilities.

And just as he settled in, you joined them on the bed, a gentle smile on your face. Damian's eyes met yours, a silent expression of gratitude and affection. The world outside may have been chaotic, but here, in this moment, he found solace and a sense of belonging.

With Ace snuggled against his side and you resting against his other, Damian experienced a moment of tranquility. The warmth of the embrace and the comfort of shared affection brought a sense of peace to his heart. The trials and tribulations of their lives seemed to fade away, replaced by a profound connection—a reminder that love could thrive even in the midst of darkness.

As Damian drifted off to sleep, the bed made with care and the nightly cuddles with Ace and you became symbols of comfort and security. They were reminders that, no matter the challenges they faced, there was a haven waiting—a place where he could find solace, embraced by the love of those closest to him.

And so, in the gentle embrace of a perfectly made bed and the soothing presence of Ace and you, Damian Wayne and you discovered the true meaning of love—a sanctuary built on trust, understanding, and shared affection. In each other's arms, they found a respite—a place where they could recharge and find solace, surrounded by the warmth of love and the unconditional support of their loyal companion.

Bruce Wayne - Bath

After a long and relentless night of protecting Gotham City as Batman, Bruce Wayne returned to the solace of Wayne Manor, his body aching from the battles fought in the shadows. As he made his way to the master suite, he was met with a sight that filled his heart with gratitude and anticipation.

You, the person who had captured his heart, had prepared a luxurious bath, the warm water cascading from the ornate taps, filling the room with a soothing ambiance. Candles flickered, casting a soft glow that danced along the walls, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.

Bruce's eyes met yours, and a genuine smile played upon his lips. The tension that had gripped his body began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of calm as he realized the depth of your thoughtfulness.

"You've outdone yourself, my love," Bruce said, his voice filled with appreciation. "This is exactly what I need after a night on patrol."

You stepped closer, your presence comforting and grounding. "I thought it would help you relax and ease the weariness from your body. Let me take care of you, Bruce."

Without hesitation, Bruce shed his suit, the weight of the night's battles fading with each discarded piece of armor. He stepped into the warm embrace of the bath, the soothing water enveloping his tired muscles. As he settled, you joined him, the fragrant scent of bath oils filling the air.

Silence settled between you, broken only by the soft lapping of water and the steady beating of their hearts. Bruce's eyes met yours, conveying a depth of gratitude that mere words could not express. In your presence, he found a sanctuary—a respite from the darkness that consumed his nights.

As you gently washed away the dirt and fatigue from his skin, Bruce allowed himself to lean into the tenderness, embracing the vulnerability that came with allowing someone to care for him. The weight of the cowl and the burden of Batman were momentarily set aside, replaced by the intimacy and comfort of the moment.

In the quietude of the bath, a connection deepened—an unspoken language of love and understanding. You saw beyond the mask and into the vulnerable heart of the man beneath, tending to his physical and emotional wounds with gentle care.

And as the warm water enveloped them, Bruce Wayne and you discovered the power of love—a force that could heal the wounds of the night and soothe the weariness of the soul. In each other's presence, they found solace—a place where they could truly be themselves, embraced by the love and care of the person who saw beyond the façade.

In the realm of tranquil baths and shared intimacy, Bruce Wayne and you found a haven—a place where they could find respite, supported by the warmth of love and the understanding that they were not alone.

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luvly-writer · 1 year

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"But oh..cara mia"

Ch. 6: There is love there

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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader

Status: Ongoing

Warning: Fear toxin

Author's note: Genuinly, would love some feedback, how have you guys enjoyed the first five chapters? How are you guys liking the story so far?

Taglist: @lorosette @nanas-teatime @prettyacademia00

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The following weeks were interesting for everyone else. Now that everyone had context of the situation, the infatuation the two of them had with each other was even more obvious to see.

First, it was Duke. He was having his weekly scanning when Dick bust down the door of Yn's laboratory, smiling sheepishly at her. Yn was behind the computer looking at Duke's vitals after he had accidentally hurt himself with his own powers. She looks up, glasses sliding down a bit, sees him, and lets out an annoyed groan. "Richard, this better not be another visit because you opened the stitches of your suit again after I told you to use the red one whilst the microbots worked their magic," she says, looking back at her desktop. Duke looked back at Dick, who for a second seemed lost in thought just looking at her. He recovered quickly and smiled bashfully, "I forgot?" he answered and she huffed a small laugh, "Are you asking me?" Dick shakes his head and answers no. Yn quickly tells him to put on the suit to see where the damage was again and how she could fix it. This was the third time Dick came for the same thing. Dick left to go wear his suit and Yn walked towards Duke. She assured him that it was just a small mishap since he is still learning about his powers and advised him to be more careful next time. Finally, Dick arrived and Yn told him to change places with Duke at the center of the lab. Duke stayed behind, wanting to observe how the two of them acted when not many people were around. The cut in Dick's suit was about his left pec, above his heart. Duke observed Dick carefully and saw how his eyes brightened when the girl paid attention to him and how they soften when she got closer to examine the cut. Dick looked mesmerized by her, the textbook definition of lovestruck. She began murmuring to herself and he started laughing. "You are speaking in Spanish again, Yn. How am I supposed to understand what you are saying?". The girl looked at him unimpressed and he flashed a charming smile at her, making her roll her eyes and get back to work. Now, changing to speaking Greek. Dick looked at her in disbelief and said, "You are the living example of pettiness, you know that right?" and the girl walked away smiling slightly. Duke watched the interaction. She kept on speaking in Greek, annoying Dick to no end, a playful hint in her eyes whenever she looked at him. Dick would deadpan and huff another complaint about how she wasn't cooperating and she would smirk and answer in Greek. Duke started to laugh seeing them bickering, finding amusement in how she could get under his skin so easily. Finally, Yn spoke in English, "This is the last time I will fix your suit if you keep on ignoring my instructions, pigeon boy." She walked towards him with a needle and macrobiotic thread. She told him to stay still and began fixing the hole, Dick huffed a response, "First of all, it's Nightwing" he said staring down at her and she retorts, "yes, as you never fail to remind us." Ignoring her comment, he continues, "Secon of all, I'm sorry, I get impatient. You know blue looks better than red on me. It highlights my eyes, OUCH YN!" He yelped when the girl she teasingly pinched him with the needle and glared down at her. "Done," she said backing away and smirking up at him, "Considering you wear a mask, Grayson, what difference does it make?" she finally answered and he rolled his eyes. Knowing she won this fight, she walks back to her desk and sits down. Dick starts to walk away, Duke following him when they hear her say, "A week without the blue one, Richard, I am not kidding, or else you'll fight in red for the rest of your life." Dick rolled his eyes and mocked her childishly, making Duke laugh at their antics. Yeah, there definitely was love there.

Then, it was Stephanie and Cass who noticed how obvious those two actually were. They had decided to take a break and go to one of the parks near the manor. The girls were all laying down on a blanket on the floor, talking about their outfits for the upcoming gala and planning to go shopping for the dresses together. The boys were throwing around a football and Damian was playing with Titus "I wanna try something different," said Steph looking at her nails and Barbara laughed, "Steph you always say that and always end up in different variations of the color purple" making the rest laugh except for Steph who pouted at her and retorted, "It's not my fault, purple is superior" which made the girls laugh even harder. "You know Babs, you should go in green this year, kind of a Poison Ivy maneater moment. You know? Would look great with your red hair," said Yn, and Barbara thought for a moment, and was about to answer when... "LOOK OUT!" A frisbee was going straight for Yn and if she hadn't moved out in time, it would have hit her straight in the face. Some guys were playing close to them and one miscalculated his throw. The guys stopped for a second to see what was going on in case the girls were in trouble. Yn stood up and retrieved the frisbee, handing it back to a VERY cute guy that came to look for it. "Here you go, careful next time, you almost blew my face off," she said and the guy laughed. "Well, I'll definitely be next time, wouldn't want to hurt such a pretty face" he flirted back making Yn smile. He began to make conversation but his friends called him out so that he'd return to the game. "Soooo, by any chance, I could get your number? Maybe a date?" he said and Yn went to get her phone. They exchanged numbers and he promised to text her as he walked toward his friends. The girls looked at Yn and whooped for her newly made friend, making the boys laugh and Yn blush. During this whole exchange, Stephanie and Cass watched Dick carefully. The moment the guy began talking to her, Dick slyly watched them like a hawk. The more Yn laughed at what he said, the more his jaw became tighter. He returned to the game, but would still keep an eye on her. Cass and Steph exchanged looks. Dick Grayson was jealous. They saw him squeeze the ball a bit tighter and throw it with more force. When Tim caught it, Jason and he exchanged knowing looks. Dick Grayson was jealous that someone made a move on her. What a sight! Cass discretely signed at Steph, "If he is mad, why won't he do anything about it?" Steph shrugged her shoulders and answered, "No idea, Cass". They knew there was love there.

Next, was Tim. Yn was berating him for his lack of sleep in the last weeks. She was using her big sister voice and Tim was left to helplessly look at her with sad puppy eyes. "Tim, I know being CEO and Red Robin is important to you, but your well-being is important to me. You need to get some rest. I swear, I will make my cousins stop sending you Puerto Rican coffee if you won't at least get 5 hours of rest each night!" Tim's eyes widened. He loved that coffee and because of that he turned off the batcomputer and promised to get more sleep. Yn let out a soft sigh of relief and brought him for a tight hug. Reveling in his older sister's embrace and affection, Tim hardly processed Dick entering the Batcave. She let him go and he begins to walk towards the stairs when he hears Dick tell her, "That should also apply to you, you know?" Tim hides, making sure to stay out of both of their eye sights. Yn turned to look at him, not amused. She crossed her arms and waited for him to continue talking, cause he ALWAYS had something else to say. "You shouldn't be fucking yourself up at our expense" he continued. Tim was able to deduce the underlying tones of his words. Concern and care. "And why should I listen to you?" she said, annoyed that he once again was insisting on this for the third time that week. "Because if you aren't rested, you won't be in the correct state of mind to actually do your job well. We can't have you fucking up knowing damn well you are the one that is in charge of our vitals." He responded with a dry tone. 'Hiding your feelings much, Dick?' thought Tim. Yn rolled her eyes and moved on to clean up her workstation. "I'll be fine, Richard, I always am" she answered giving her back to him. Tim observed Dick, even more, seeing how he would act when she wasn't looking at him. His facade fell and he looked at her fondly. Softening his voice, he finally said, "Just get some rest....please, we wouldn't want you hurting yourself" and he left. He definitely cared about her. Yn turned around and watched him leave. Her face softened and her eyes saddened. She finished cleaning up and turned off the lights, closing off for the night. Huh? So she followed his advice. Tim had gotten to a conclusion. There was was love there.

Finally, Damian was able to see them as they were. Unlike the others, this wasn't a moment of soft looks, raging jealousy, or unspoken care. This was raw emotion. Riddler's recent torments were proving difficult to crack and the entire family was stressed. It had been a terrible week and everyone was moody and feeling shitty as fuck. It was a hands on deck situation and Calvary had made an appearance. Damian was able to see her fighting in person and respect was little compared to what he felt right now. Her formation was excellent and her precision was wonderful. Aside from that, everyone was able to see that when they weren't arguing, Calvary and Nightwing were a force to be reckoned with. Originally, she didn't want to get on the mission, comfortable with managing the comns, yet the moment she heard both Jason and Dick were cornered and no one was around to help, she sprung into action. They underestimated Riddler. He had formed an alliance with Scarecrow and had injected makeshift fear toxins into a few of his riddles. The very same riddles Dick and Jason found themselves in the room trying to solve. Yn got there quickly, trying to disarm the riddles before it was too late. The toxins had been injected into a smoke machine and unfortunately, it had begun to spray. Yn was working desperately. She couldn't let either of them get harmed. Some of the others had finally finished disarming their riddles across the city and were on their way to them. Finally, Yn was able to break the machine from the inside and stop the smoke. She stood up anxiously and saw the door open. Jason was carrying a twitching Dick. Because of his helmet, the toxin didn't get to affect him in time, but because Dick wasn't wearing anything aside from his face mask, he got hit really bad. "We have to get to the cave as soon as we can!" He said just as Bruce arrived. They strapped him to the seat of the Batmobile and headed towards their bikes. Making their ways towards the manor as fast as they could.

When they got there, Dick was already trashing in one of the beds at the med bay. Yn assigned Alfred to take a sample of his blood and bring it to her. They needed to know if this was the same fear toxin as always or a new one in order to help him. "GO AWAY! I WON'T BE YOU SLAVE!" screamed Dick as Alfred neared him. Jason and Bruce held him down by his arms and legs so that Alfred could work. "FUCK OFF, SLADE!" he screamed again and Yn looked up at him alarmed...oh no...Alfred finally brought back the sample and she began to work on it as fast as she could. She was too busy stressing over it to see the others arrive. "Slade, STOP NO NO NO STOP" he begged, voice cracking under the strain of too much emotion. Finally, the sample matched and it resulted in the same formula as always. "INSERT IT! IT IS THE SAME FORMULA!" She screamed desperately, and Jason took the antidote tube and injected it into Dick. "You...you aren't real" huffed Dick out before passing out. Yn ran over to the table. Looking down at him, she began to breathe heavily, the name bringing back horrible memories. "You okay, Y," asked Barbara pulling her away from Dick. Yn tugged her hand away from Barbara's hold and looked at herself in the mirror. She hadn't used her colors in a long time...and it brought back memories...memories of Slade she wanted to keep buried. She ran towards the changing room almost ripping her suit off her and took a shower. Scrubbing her skin so hard it was almost red. Everyone stayed silent for the rest of the night. Having witnessed Dick's episode and Yn's reaction to it, no one knew what to say. It was a heavy night.

The next day, everyone else gathered around Dick asking how he was. It was the first time they had seen an episode so strong from Dick, so you could tell most were shocked. Yn decided to stay and examine the extract of the toxin they had taken out of Dick's blood. "It has the same variations and properties, but something is off..." she murmured. Then she heard it, "why sHOULD I LISTEN TO YOU, GRAYSON! You were just a circus freak! You haven't died, you weren't trained from birth, and you aren't a meta or a prodigy SO WHY? Why should I listen to you berate me over something meaningless!" Damian screamed. She ran out of her lab and saw it. The empty look in Dick's eyes. One she knew VERY well. One that hid so much anger that it went beyond consideration for the words that would come out. "But you see, Damian, I do know. I may have not been born a fighter, but I was crafted by the burn of my survival! A good part of my skill comes from practice. The rest? From the attempts of destruction to my soul. And just because you don't deem me worthy enough to take my words into consideration, doesn't make them any less true. You were reckless and that fucked the entire mission." Dick seethed between tight teeth. There it was, the side effect. Raw unrepressed emotional lash out. Normally, Dick wouldn't say it so harshly but the fear toxin had already influenced his system. They still had to wait a few hours for it to go down and finally leave him. Damian tensed up. Jason's eyes widened he hadn't heard Dick be like that in years. Tim's back straightened. He knew that side of Dick; he had grown familiar with it after Jason's death. Bruce felt his heart drop, "He hasn't been like that in years..." he whispered to Alfred who nodded in agreeance. Barbara exchanged looks with Yn and Yn nodded. Damian spoke up, "What has got into Grayson?! I sho-" "No." Yn interrupted him and everyone looked at her. She was looking at the place where Dick disappeared, "I'll go" she said and Damian looked at Bruce, who nodded at her. She left to go find Dick. "Worry not, master Bruce, she is here," said Alfred, and both he and Bruce exchanged Knowing glances. Yn would be there to soothe Dick's pain like she always was. Damian finally saw it. She was the only one that had been at the receiving end of Dick's anger the most, but she was also the one who had seen him be the most vulnerable. She was the key to his peace. Oh, there was definitely love between them, whether they were aware of it or not.

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could you imagine that if the threads of history were woven differently we could’ve gotten ‘dark eagle’ instead of nightwing lmfao!!! like this issue just tells me that in some other universe there MUST be a dick grayson who calls himself dark eagle

Dick: Also, from now on we’ll be using code names. You can address me as “Dark Eagle.” Helena, code name, "Been there, done that." Babs is "Currently doing that." Donna is "It happened once in a fear gas induced hallucination." Roy, code name, "If I had to pick a dude." Wally is "Dark Eagle 2."

Wally: Oh, thank God.

#quote source: parks and rec #anon

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Holy Early Days Batman!

by Amateum “Since Batman and the JL here are young enough not to have any of the protocols in place yet, there is a…backup.” For the first time N seemed unsure, chewing on his bottom lip. “A backup?” urged Superman, when N didn’t continue. “It’s a bit...uncouth,” he said, glancing over at Batman, who immediately looked suspicious, “but it gets the job done. At least to figure out whether it’s time or dimensional travel. The other two obviously don’t apply here.” “What are we waiting for then?" said Hal. "Do it.” N took one last glance around the table before his eyes landed on Green Arrow. “Oliver.” Taken slightly aback at his real name, he replied, “Yes?” N leaned forward a bit, hands threading together in front of him on the table, and with a completely serious expression asked, “did you have sex with Bruce Wayne?” Words: 7408, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman), Oliver Queen, Barry Allen, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Clark Kent Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Justice League, Justice League & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Dimension Travel, Time Travel, Dick Grayson Being a Little Shit, Bruce Wayne is So Done, Dick Grayson Meets the Justice League, POV Outsider, Dick Grayson: Making Bruce's life harder since 1940, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, plot-convenient interdimensional magical traveling devices, random shit happening at the Watchtower on a thursday night, the poor Justice League have no idea what's going on, Bruce and Oliver's boarding school shenanigans via https://ift.tt/wpo1H3T

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❛ nothing in this world is coincidence. ❜ ── tags.

𝖨𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖯𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖭𝖳, 𝖧𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖫𝖸 𝖲𝖤𝖫𝖤𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤 𝖬𝖴𝖫𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖤 𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖲 𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖬 𝖣𝖨𝖥𝖥𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖥𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖮𝖬𝖲 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖣𝖢 𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖨𝖢𝖲, MARVEL COMICS 𝖠𝖭𝖣 PERCY JACKSON. 𝖤𝖷𝖯𝖫𝖮𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖡𝖸 𝖢𝖨𝖭𝖭𝖠. 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖸 / 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖬. 𝟤𝟨. 𝖤𝖲𝖳 (𝖦𝖬𝖳-𝟧). blockquotes graphics by sapphicsrph

carrd.

mobile list + rules below.

primary muse

STEPHANIE BROWN / BATGIRL ⭑ bio sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ - ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - DC COMICS ᴘʀᴇ-52 ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ + ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀᴛɢɪʀʟs (2021). THEODORA THAWNE / INERTIA ⭑ bio sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ - ʟᴇsʙɪᴀɴ - DC COMICS ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ EARTH-11 (ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀʙᴇɴᴅ.) ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ @ɴʀᴛʜ-ᴡɪɴᴅ's 'ʙᴇᴀ ᴀʟʟᴇɴ/ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsᴇ'.

JOSEPH WILSON / JERICHO * sideblog only ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ - ᴘᴀɴsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - DC COMICS sᴛʀɪᴄᴛ ᴘʀᴇ.52 ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ +ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴs ᴠ.2

secondary muse

KON-EL / SUPERBOY or SUPERNOVA ⭑ bio ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ - ǫᴜᴇᴇʀ - DC COMICS ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɴᴇᴡ MOT sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ + 90s SB / YJ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄs.

TIMOTHY DRAKE / RED ROBIN or ROBIN ʜᴇ/sʜᴇ/ᴛʜᴇʏ (ᴀɴʏ) - ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀғʟᴜɪᴅ - DC COMICS ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ 90s ʀᴏʙɪɴ + ʏᴊ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄs. ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴏғ ᴅᴄ/ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ ғʀᴏɴᴛɪᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢs.

testing muse

THALIA GRACE / HUNTER OF ARTEMIS sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ - PERCY JACKSON ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴢᴇᴜꜱ. ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴍᴜɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ.

MAYA DUCARD / NOBODY ⭑ bio sʜᴇ/ᴛʜᴇʏ - DC COMICS ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ sᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙᴀᴛᴍᴀɴ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ. ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀs ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀɪғɪᴄs ᴄᴀᴍᴇᴏ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ.

VALENTINE VUONG / THE HORNED EMPEROR ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ - ᴘᴀɴsᴇxᴜᴀʟ . - MARVEL COMICS ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʀɪʟʏ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴅᴘᴏᴏʟ ᴠᴏʟ.9 ʀᴜɴ.

MATT THOLOMULE ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ - THE OWLHOUSE ᴅᴇғᴀᴜʟᴛ ɪs ᴘᴏsᴛ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 3 ғɪɴᴀʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ sᴇᴀsᴏɴs 1-3.

TALIA AL GHUL ⭑ bio sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ - ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ - DC COMICS ᴘʀᴇ-ᴍᴏʀʀɪsᴏɴ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ 70s/80s ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄs

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DICK GRAYSON / NIGHTWING ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ - ᴘᴀɴsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - DC COMICS ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴇ-52 ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʀᴏʙɪɴ: ʏᴇᴀʀ 1 & ɴɪɢʜᴛᴡɪɴɢ: ʏᴇᴀʀ 1.

CISSIE KING JONES / prev. ARROWETTE ⭑ bio / outlaws au / dkos au sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ - ᴘᴀɴsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - ᴛʀᴀɴs - DC COMICS ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ 90s ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsᴇ + YJ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄs

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RULE TWO it’s completely fine if you don’t agree with the character choices i’ve made, but i ask that you are respectful and kind. no one likes gatekeeping, or drama, and there’s always an option to just not interact.

RULE THREE anti-batc*st blog, here. please do not follow or interact if you write this content. i am extremely triggered by inc*st content and consider adoptive families to be families regardless of blood.

RULE FOUR this blog is for 20+ muns only. there are muses that I write that are underaged, and all of that content is appropriate, but the bottom line is this: i work in childhood education and i would love to keep those worlds separate as this is my hobby in my off-time! please do not lie about your age. it's not cool.

RULE FIVE i usually use small text, borders, and use no icons - but if there is anything i can do to make my threads more accessible for you: let me know. i'm pretty flexible!

RULE SIX i am both selective and incredibly slow/sporadic at checking out blogs before following. please be patient with me! i am oc friendly, duplicate friendly, and rp twin friendly as well.

i haven't forgotten about our thread! you don't need to remind me. my muse comes and goes, and adhd brain takes over most of the time. sporadic replies apply. sometimes you'll get a reply within ten minutes, sometimes it'll be months. this is a hobby that i enjoy and never want anyone else to feel pressured to respond.

RULE SEVEN if you have certain tags blacklisted i make sure that i use the format #cw ____ with no other special characters. there will be dark content mentioned or touched on occasion regarding: general vio_lence, unethical experimentation, mental illness, and parental ab_use (both mental and physical). I make sure that I always tag these when writing.

small little disclaimer: although i write dark content like the subjects listed above, as a domestic ab_use survivor myself with diagnosed mental illness, I treat these subjects with care and NEVER as 'whump factor'. Things like C-PTSD and ab_use is something serious and should be treated as such.

RULE EIGHT basic ettiquette applies here. i cut my threads, i use reblog karma, and i start a new post for ask answers. i ask that my roleplaying partners do the same. i also reserve the right to unfollow/softblock at any times if i feel as if we are not a good match as roleplaying partners or if i find the content to not match with the content i am trying to write. i am also never offended if any other parties do the same to me.

RULE NINE for shipping: both of us will need to opt-in for it to be applied. i will never force ships on anyone, and i ask that others do the same. that goes for 'canon ships' as well. If those are referenced they are ALWAYS from a 'different version' of your muse. i also don't write smut on here. not really what i'm looking for in writing, but i'm totally fine with some nsfw on dash.

RULE TEN multi-storyline threads. i enjoy both including things from other storylines - with the permission of all parties - and keeping everything separate. I usually just follow the lead of my roleplaying partner's preferences.

RULE ELEVEN ask memes are always the easiest for me to break the ice, but if our muses are supposed to have a pre-established relationship, I'll want to reach out and make sure that we both have an idea of what is 'canon' and how we want their relationship to proceed. basically: i assume nothing except what i learn on your character bio and rules. most of my stuff is pre-52 (and by most i mean all of it), but i've been catching up on infinite frontier stuff to keep things fresh, and current. this information doesn't have to effect our rp threads.

RULE TWELVE i am not practicing mains on this account, currently.

RULE THIRTEEN OOC =/= IC. My ideals and morals are not to be reflected in that of the expression/actions/and thoughts of my characters.

RULE FOURTEEN a lot of my characters are queer and may use different pronouns from canon. please address my muse accordingly- pronouns are in the muse list!

i have a majority of non-male muses on this blog, and although i encourage all of my followers to reach out to whoever they want to react to: i may respond more slowly if the only interactions i receive are with my secondary muse - just as a warning! if you're cool with that then float on, my friend. thanks for reading. :) appreciate it.

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missaphelion · 2 years

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Nightwing Binding

This bookbinding project was an adventure, I tried a few new things with it because I wanted to give this story the presentation it deserves. It's a bound copy of cherylw's Last Train Out Tonight, which is a huge epic comfort fic where Dick Grayson finds true family in a parallel world. I love it so much, and highly recommend it, and it got me out of my bookbinding slump. It ended up at about 750 pages, so it is a big one!

One of the new things I tried on this one was a charm bookmark with a little bat charm, the second was the cover spreading all the way to the spine with the title. I'm hoping the vinyl holds up to use as I have not tried this before, but I loved the look so much.

For the endbands I just did blue to match the vinyl, and some marbled end pages. I'm so happy with it overall, but I definitely need to learn to properly back the text block if I'm going to keep binding these huge fics.

I also used blue thread for the text block and some new chapter headings for the typeset.

#dick grayson #fanfiction bookbinding #bookbinding #fanbinding

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obito76 · 8 months

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[Plot Weavers]

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Fish on AO3:

Dick sucking Raven's nips, just them enjoying in their bedroom maybe? Them teasing

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Read this full work here on AO3.

Chapter 2: Company

Bathed in the soft radiance of ambient light, they continued to kiss. Raven, with her flowing violet hair and captivating indigo eyes, exuded an air of enigmatic allure. Clad in midnight lace, her form was a canvas of sensual elegance that commanded attention.

Dick, radiating masculine confidence, stood tall with his raven hair brushed by a hint of soft light. His crystal blue eyes held a blend of intensity and mischief, while his sculpted physique seemed to have been crafted by the gods themselves. He was an enticing enigma, a vision of strength and sensuality, simply sexy for her.

As the moment ticked by, Dick’s lips embarked on a journey of fervent kisses down Raven’s body, each touch setting her skin on fire with pleasure. His hands, guiding with both tenderness and expertise, navigated her form with a reverence that conveyed more than words ever could. Their exchanged banter and shared laughter painted a picture of familiarity and intimacy that went beyond the physical.

“Careful, Grayson,” Raven teased, her voice laced with playful sarcasm as she gave a gentle squeeze to the noticeable bulge in his pants. “You might just give this guy a complex.”

He looked up, his lips hovering just above her collarbone, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, I’m sure he can handle a little excitement,” he retorted with a grin, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine.

Raven’s laughter danced through the air, blending harmoniously with the rhythm of their heartbeats. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you if he starts demanding attention.”

Dick’s lips found hers, their kiss intoxicating, blending with desire and affection. “Noted,” he murmured against her lips before trailing a line of kisses along her jaw.

Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that mirrored their connection, each touch exposed layers of longing and vulnerability. Raven’s fingers sought solace in the silky strands of Dick’s hair, a sensation that sent sparks of pleasure through both of them. Their conversation flowed seamlessly, a tapestry woven with laughter, shared secrets, and stolen glances.

Raven’s breath hitched as Dick’s lips moved lower, his attention now focused on her breasts. With a mixture of anticipation and pleasure, she gasped, “W-well, someone certainly knows how to get my undivided attention.”

Dick’s lips expertly caressed and sucked her nipples, Raven’s laughter bubbled forth, a mix of pleasure and playful teasing. “Dick, fuck” she purred, her fingers weaving through his hair again. “You’ve certainly grown fond of teasing them, haven’t you?”

He looked up from his delightful task, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, as he lightly flicked her nipple “Can you blame me?” he quipped, his voice warm with amusement. “It’s not every day I get to enjoy such captivating company.”

Raven’s chuckle felt like a velvet melody that filled the air. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Nightwing.” Her eyes danced with mischief as she continued, “Or at least it’ll buy you a few more moments to enjoy them.”

He returned to his task with renewed enthusiasm, his lips and tongue working their magic. Raven’s head tilted back in pleasure, her back arching, her laughter morphing into breathless sighs. “Y-you know,” she breathed, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on his skin, “there might be a waiting list for this particular service.”

Dick’s laughter vibrated against her sensitive nipples, sending delightful shivers down her spine. “I’ll make sure to reserve my spot in advance then,” he quipped, his voice a playful caress.

Raven’s fingers threaded through his hair gripping them gently, her touch a blend of tenderness and urgency. “You really do know how to please me, you know,” she mused, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

He lifted his head, his crystal eyes twinkling with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. “Years of training and practice,” he replied with mock seriousness. “It’s all for the greater good, of course.”

Raven’s laughter mingled with a sigh of pleasure as his lips found hers, the kiss a fusion of longing and heat. “Oh, I have no doubt about your commitment,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire as their tongues brushed against each other.

Their bodies moved in sync, a dance of intimacy and connection that left them both craving more. Raven’s fingers traced invisible pathway towards his face, igniting sparks of sensation within him wherever she touched. “You’re insatiable,” she whispered, her hands cradling his face, her lips grazing his earlobe. “But I suppose I’ll have to keep up.”

Dick’s laughter was a sensual melody that echoed through her body. “Challenge accepted,” he growled playfully, his lips tracing a fiery path along her jawline.

Raven’s nails lightly grazed his back, her touch both soothing and electrifying. “Just remember, Nightwing,” she purred, in a sultry invitation, “I have a few tricks up my sleeve as well.”

He looked up, his eyes dark with desire. “I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he murmured, his lips finding hers once again.

Their passion intensified, words dissolving into a symphony of moans and gasps, their bodies moving in a rhythm that spoke of shared longing and connection. The room was alive with the heat of their desire, the air charged with their laughter and whispered promises.

And as they reached the pinnacle of their pleasure, their laughter and teasing transformed into a chorus of moans, gasps and shared release. Their body as well as souls collided in a burst of ecstasy, the room filled with the intoxicating sounds of their passion.

They came down from their high, forehead resting against eachother, their laughter lingered like an echo, a reminder of the intimacy they had shared. With a playful glint in her eyes, Raven whispered, “I must say Dick, that was quite the performance, my legs won’t stop quivering”

He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. “Just doing my part to ensure you’re thoroughly satisfied, Raven.”

Raven smiled, “I’d say more than satisfied.”

#robrae #dickrae #teen titans #raven roth #raven teen titans #smut #dick grayson #robin #smut prompts #shameless smut #teen titans smut #dick grayson x raven #dick grayson x rachel roth #raven #Robin #raven x robin #robin x raven

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scattered-winter · 2 years

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because I've been thinkin about this for AGES....

batfam and classical music (mostly choral and piano)

all of these were chosen by vibes and vibes only, so some don't have an explanation. cope w it because I'm right <3

Bruce

The Seal Lullaby by Eric Whitacre

I like to think that this one is Bruce singing to his kids because I'm a sap like that <3 I also reeeaaalllly love the melody! it just gives me so many good comforting vibes <3

What Used To Be by Elijah Bossenbroek

Dick

I Give Up by Elijah Bossenbroek

this is probably my favorite piece from this artist. very pensive and thoughtful, with lots of moving parts. it's so expressive and dynamic that my thoughts IMMEDIATELY went to Dick upon listening to it

Dream 1 Pt 1 by World Choir for Peace

Aurora by World Choir for Peace

this piece is p long but I LOVE it. it just...screams Dick Grayson to me lol. I can't really explain it but that super high note at 2:54 just makes me envision Nightwing flipping around like he's flying. I can't explain it but you see my vision right

Jason

My Flight for Heaven by Blake Henson

one of my FAVORITE choral pieces of all time. I especially love the dissonant chords because they really just make me think of Jason (because if anyone in this list is dissonant, it's him). also the lyrics are Jason <3

Deserted by Elijah Bossenbroek

Symphony of Souls by R.W. Smith

we played this in band one year and it's stayed in my head ever since. I especially think the softer, eerier sections (with vocals/whispering) fit Jason particularly well <3 I especially love the ending it's so pretty and haunting

Tim

Sleep by Eric Whitacre

Breathe by Greg Maroni

intense yet pensive. just like The Boy <3

Duke

Lux Aurumque by Eric Whitacre

the title roughly translates to "Light and Gold," which is ofc a no-brainer. I also really love the part around 2:16 where all the coalescing dissonant parts come together in resolution. that part just makes me think of Duke stepping out of a dark building absolutely WREATHED in light

Lullaby by World Choir for Peace

Cass

Dark Night of the Soul by Philip Wesley

Wandering Soul by World Choir for Peace

I really love the melody in this <3 the dissonant chords also make me think of Cass struggling to find her place as a hero and as a person <3 idk I just think it's neat

Steph

Dance of the Forgotten by Paul Cardall

Wonder by Elijah Bossenbroek

Damian

On My Way Home by Paul Cardall

Threads by World Choir for Peace

kinda eerie but also. soft and gentle and pensive and that is our BOY

BONUS

Hal

Far and Away by Philip Wesley

this just....makes me think of the endless expanse of space and being far from home ok

Just Before I Go by Elijah Bossenbroek

I can't really explain this one but I know I'm right <3

Kyle

Earth Song by Frank Ticheli

another one of my favorite choral pieces <3 this one makes me want to paint Kyle floating above Earth with lots of colors I can see the painting in my head but I gotta actually PAINT it one of these days-

River Flows in You by Yiruma

I LOVE this piece. it just....it's Kyle. I can't explain it but it's true

Momentum by Elijah Bossenbroek

Talia

And It Was Good by Elijah Bossenbroek

When Something Lovely Happens by Elijah Bossenbroek

part 2 coming soon with some orchestral pieces! I have some stuff from Holst I wanna use lol but this is already like 35 minutes of music lmfao <3

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lazaruspitreborn · 5 months

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My first introduction to Jason Todd was the Arkham Knight game. From there I became a huge fan of him.

What was your first introduction to him?

So, here's the thing, I came into the Batman fandom completely blind (for the sake of the joke, you can say "blind as a bat") like five or six years ago when the Assassin's Creed fandom kinda went numb, stale and filled with small wars and people going all the way to some very heavy language that I prefer to don't get in details.

It was around that time that an old RP partner came back to their activity and they asked me if I was open to RP with their version of Dick Grayson, whose whole story at the time was based around the lore of Owlman, he was called Nightraven instead of Nightwing. It was, according to my friend, a version of DIck that they created way before the comics came out with the whole Crime Syndicate deeper lore, and I simply rolled with it.

We had interesting threads, but they went dark again after like three or four months and I didn't know what to do, because I things were just really bad in both fandoms with people not being all too open to give chances to original characters, or cross-overs, so I vagued around for a while until I landed having RP interactions with a Tim ( @strategiic ) and they started to guide me on how to find myself along the multiverse created by the comics; they'd talk to me about the comics and what happened on them, what was considered canon and what they liked and disliked and I began to absorb it all while going after more information on my own (blessed be every single person who makes compilations of what to read for what character and place it all in a neat and easy to understand guide).

A while later I also began to have RP interactions with a Jason Todd muse ( @rxsurrxcted ) whose mun was a sweetheart and taught me as much as she could about Jason so I wasn't all lost when we wrote our threads, she let me come to her to ask even the silliest questions at two in the morning. To this very day, my main-blog and muse has a verse where he has a relationship with that Jason and they're living happily in a polyamorous relationship with the cutest, softest and most generous paramedic ever ( @goodheartedfool ) while Tim ( @nerdybirdboy ) and my other OC in my main-blog date.

It's been a wild ride for me, because there are many versions of Jason, all fundamentally the same, but each with its own flavor and twist to it, but most of all he's just a character I can understand, his anger, his suffering, his need to prove himself, the feeling of always being judged by others regardless of how much he changes and grows as a person. He's, perhaps, one of the most relatable characters I've ever seen, hopeful, but down-to-earth at the same time, doesn't take shit unless it's really necessary, he sees the hypocrisy and points it out while still being self-aware enough that he, himself, has his own amount of it, he's been through a whole lot, and yet he's there, day and night fighting to get better and make the world around him better. Jason is a man of love and passion, which can backfire as rage and anger when things get heated, since the lines are thin and blurry when it comes to him, but even at his worst, he was still doing his best with what he had and thought to be good (yes, I'm looking at the pill-head version of Red Hood who tried to help Duella Dent as much as he could and tried to give her a better path than the one she was taking for herself).

In short, I love him, because I see him for who he is. Jason isn't a symbol of Justice or Hope like Bruce and Dick made themselves be. He isn't a genious kid who has potential to surpass Batman like Tim. He has none of the baggage and early training that Damian had. He also doesn't have a high profile set parent like Steph to use as a counterpoint to his morals and beliefs. All Jason Todd ever had was a desire for love, family and a will that's a force of nature in itself, powerful enough to get him through everything life throws his way; Jason was dragged into the war Batman wages against criminals out of love for him and passion for change, he wanted to make a difference, to make things better and fairer, and these wishes remained despite everything that happened to him and all the methods he implemented to get the results he wanted.

I love him because he's, simply putting, HUMAN BEYOND THE PAGES HE'S WRITTEN IN.

#》ooc #//since your question is how I got introduced to jason i'm answering it #//now about why i decided to rp the gotham knights version of him is simply because i like the aesthetic and the duality of soft and rough #//that's show in that version of him #//i like that he looks like a walking fridge rather than a just slightly buffer version of dick grayson #//and the visible scar on the face to emphasize what he went through and trauma is a big *chefs kiss* imho #//he may not be conventionally attractive like most of his recent itterations in the comics and movies #//but he's still quite a looker; and his eyes are quite expressive in tha game #jason todd #red hood #batman rpc #dc rpc #batfam rpc #batman fandom #under the red hood #gotham knights

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