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foureyeswithanicesmile · 3 years

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You’re still the boy that I’d pick.

Some love for my blind bf Matt Murdock because I love him, Mentions of R@pe (you kill rapists), p3dophelia, violence and swearing.

Alluring. Those were the thoughts that preoccupied Matt Murdock’s mind when he first became acquainted with you. Even whilst he couldn’t see you, he new you were stunning. Perhaps it was the Musk and vanilla body spray you layered onto yourself everyday? Or the slower, laid back voice you kept.

However; Matt wasn’t the only person who perceived you as attractive, many men and women of Hell’s kitchen thought you were gorgeous. This was evident when you, Foggy, Karen and Matt went out to Josie’s; No matter how many times you went, the amount of people paying for your drink or asking for your number never faltered.

Whilst you preoccupied Murdock’s mind, somebody else did too. A new ‘ vigilante’ in town who actually went as far as to kill a good number of men. After investigating further, Matt managed to find out the reasoning for such bloody murders. This new ‘guardian’ of Hell’s kitchen killed rapist’s and pedophiles, in the most agonising ways possible.

What Matt also hadn’t realised was that the person doing such actions was the same person he found himself acquainted with almost everyday. The musk and vanilla scent may have gone away during your rendezvous, but your ragged breaths after long moments of fighting gave you away.

“ You’re going to defend the men I kill? You have not a single fucking right” Your voice finally echoed through your mask. Similar to Daredevil, you wore specially made detective gear- allowing him to question if you got it from Melvin Potter.

Matt didn’t want to defend the men you thought were detrimental to kill; but if you continued to murder in the way’s you did- you would’ve easily crossed the line between justice and revenge.

Your sentence was met with silence, the heaving of Matt’s chest signifying thought. He knew you. Perhaps not through any signature scent, but he most definitely knew you.

Before Matt could think about any possible identities, you lunged at him piercingly quick.

You wielded a mallet, instead it was almost comically large. The weight of it meant it could only be wielded by somebody slightly strong- and quick. With his heightened senses, he managed to catch the mallet before it smashed his skull open- him now fighting to keep it steady.

“ You work for Fisk?’ He struggled to ask, your mouth going almost agape through your mask at the sudden question. You managed to throw the man towards the floor with a hefty kick, now using the weight of your weapon to secure him onto the ground.

After stomping the shit out of his shins to the point it was a struggle to move, you raised your foot directly above his face; building the courage to smash it in.

“ Stay the fuck out of my business-Devilboy”.

That’s where he knew you.

You were the person who he found ordering coffee with.

And now here you were, ready to stomp his head in under your military boot.

“ It’s me-It’s me” Matt panted, now ripping the mask off him.

Almost immediately, you stopped. Removing your mallet from his torso and your positioned foot from above his face.

“ Matthew?” you breathlessly gasped, eyes wide and lips parted at the discovery. The melancholy mood now preoccupying the scene certainly mirrored the impending abyss that the dark of night contained.

“ Why would you do this to yourself?” He asks with clear audacity, the loud scoff escaping your lips only signifying your disbelief.

“ These men aren’t just. Don’t defend people I know you wouldn’t dare to.” You requested firmly, the words being directly pulled from Matt’s thoughts. These men did deserve hell, but you were no better by giving it to them in such ways.

“ Torturing and beating men to death isn’t just either. You know that.” He affirmed, now finally managing to get himself up from his position on the floor.

In an attempt to dismiss, he walks over to you, hand attempting to rest on your shoulder. Yet you refused, harshly hitting his hand away from you.

“ You don’t get to touch me. Not in this situation.”

“ So What can I do?” Matt asked, head slightly tilted in confusion.

“ You can leave me the hell alone- Like this never happened.” You now spoke coldly, completely contrasting the tone you used when accepting a compliment on the street- or thanking Josie for the shitty vodka she’d give you.

Matt didn’t want to loose you. Not to the concept and act of revenge.

“ I’m not working for fucking Fisk either- if that gets you out of my hair.” You finally affirmed, the surname almost disgusting you as it left your lips.

“ How do you find these men? You have the same routine day in and day out?” Matt wondered; If it had been anybody else, he would’ve knocked them out and called Brett- but this time, Matt was intrigued by your way of ‘ hunting’.

“ Child pornography tapes. You can hear em, so you visit every shitty brothel- club and bar you can find, until you finally find the fucker.” You announced almost menacingly, relaying any memory you had of luring men to you before murdering.

Matt’s silence only ushered you to attempt to explain.

“ They always go for younger prostitutes- barely legal ones. It’s fucking disgusting Matt.”

Your words only forced Matt to purse his lips together. Your reasonings weren’t unjust whatsoever, but your methods were almost too brutal to justify.

“ You have blood on your hands- blood not even bleach can get rid of.” Matt’s voice cried through the winter gust’s of air, a sigh escaping you afterwards.

“ But It’s not too late. Do what I do-“

You cut him off swiftly.

“ You fight the men you defend. We’re different.”

“ I throw the people who commit crimes into prison, not into graves.”

Your scoff once again became audible.

“ Is that before or after you beat them half to death? I do the job you’re too good to do.” You borderline spat. Matt wasn’t like you, but somehow you were like Matt. It was most likely the sense of taking justice into your own hands.

“ You’re killing yourself in the process. What If you get caught up in something bigger?” Matt spoke with determination, now walking towards you with no sense of aggression.

“ Like you and Fisk? I’m not getting myself caught into shit like that” You shrugged, now leaning against an apartment roof’s door. Matt slowly managed to put the pieces of you being the so called ‘ purifier’ of Hell’s Kitchen.

“ So all those times you came in with aching ribs?those men hurt you?” Matt wondered with concern, you only laughing at the thought of letting nothing but a grimy sex offender beating you up.

“ I jumped out of a burning building that time- burnt an entire brothel to the ground with nobody but freaks in it.”

Your words stung. Not personally, but the thought of you being so proud of your murderous ways completely contrasted your ‘ pretty person on the street’ demeanour you harboured on separate occasions.

“ You don’t mean that- those men were bad but-“

“ But what? They could’ve been taken down by the law? Is that what you think? These men were rich men. They don’t go down so easily Matt.” You spoke truthfully, Matt’s flashbacks of finding the man who killed his father with a fancy house and a new name now preoccupying him.

“ I don’t want to have to throw you in a jail cell, [name]” Matt sighs, now running a hand over his face.

“ So don’t. You decide what happens to me now Murdock” You finally concluded, face almost completely nonchalant for his warning.

“ You could help me. With Fisk with everything” Matt began to propose, his voice quickening when he observed your disinterested expression.

“ Matthew.” You sighed after a few moments, Matt’s body language almost conveying one of a sad puppy compared to your strong stance.

“ Get me killed and I’ll haunt you.”

Matt was joyed, the last thing he needed was you being used as an eventual pawn against him.

You on the other hand, you were conflicted. You were happy that Matt could confide in you especially since you thought of him to be quite attractive- but fighting against the borderline ruler of Hell’s Kitchen brings a lot of struggle.

Clearly, your concern elevated your heartbeat, as Matt now began replacing his hands on your shoulders to secure you.

“ Don’t be worried about this- that mallet could easily do enough damage to whatever we’re up against” Matt assured, your lips slightly raising at the corners.

“ But you can’t kill anybody” He announced, your melodramatic ‘ what?’ filling the cold air.

“ So what? We just knock em out and hope they don’t remember us?” You asked, not moving Matt’s hands from your arms.

“ Yes- exactly that” Matt began to smile as he listened to you ramble about how stupid he was, he thought you were the best thing to walk into his ‘regular’ life, but now knowing that you kept your ways even when wearing a mask and running around the city made you admirable. You were an unbreakable character- unlike what he thought himself to be.

“ That’s so stupid Matthew- I should kill you right here you know that? Hell you might come back with common sense and some sigh-“

Your sentence was muffled by a harsh kiss, Matt’s grip on your arms eventually softening after he noticed your reciprocation. Your hands made their way to his face, in which you held during the cramped, forceful kiss.

Matt’s hands eventually left your arms, now resting atop of your shoulders in order to release himself from your grasp.

When he had pulled away, he noticed how elevated your heartbeat was and by the sound of the quickened bone shifting as you breathed- he could only assume that you wanted a kiss for a while.

“ I’m gonna forget about this and I’m going to head home alright? Don’t wonder around for too long you have work tomorrow.” Matt began to dismiss, now heading back home- a smirk on his face as he noticed your lack of witty comments.

You liked being close to Matt Murdock. Even if you hadn’t shared the same views on the law.

AN: ive been away for ages, its been the first week of school and lord do i have a lot of homework, also im sorta loosing love for titans, the writings getting sloppy and the ships are almost too scattered to be followed

#daredevil #marvel ff #matt murdock #fanfiction

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foureyeswithanicesmile · 3 years

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He’s back, the man behind the mask.

tags- mentions of sex trafficking, drug usage, violence, slight angst, slowburn. This also may or not be the beginning to a series i’m writing, might publish on A03 at some stage. Enjoy.

You prioritised your role as a private investigator, no matter how hard or endangering the job was; You always got to the bottom of it. However, after being too direct, you found yourself dancing with the devil after being tasked with the death of one of the worst of the worst.

When first researching the man’s death, you got your hands onto his autopsy report, revealing the kind of trauma he went through physically, as you didn’t care for the man’s personal wellbeing whatsoever.

“ He had a lot of blunt force trauma to the ribs and legs- and what bullets were found in his lungs and oesophagus?” You perked whilst you re-read over the knowledge documented into your note book.

“ Don’t you think he had it coming?” The masked forensic scientist spoke suddenly, his words almost startling you.

“ Excuse me?” You asked politely, unsure as to what he was getting at.

“ He ruined young girls and got their fathers hooked on meth- Why are you trying to look into him?” The man reiterated, his grip on the files tightening.

At this point in your career, you became accustomed with these kind of questions like ‘ why?’ or ‘ how do you live with yourself?’, In all seriousness you couldn’t disagree with them, the things the people you were given large sums of money to explore about were deplorable. Yet you had no exact choice, the fact you worked in a form of law enforcement allowed you to deter from the fact you too had a history of obscene violence.

“ My conscious isn’t up for discussion- what bullets were found” You now demanded, voice both tired and stern.

Even with your pistol strapped to your hip, the pathologist chose to ignore your requests.

“ I’m sure your family are pro-“

Before the sentence could conclude, you pulled out your gun and pressed it at the side of the man’s head, your other arm wrapped around his neck in order to secure him in place.

“ Tell me or I blow your fucking head off” You threatened with a whisper, the pathologist now beginning to tremble as the cool steel rested against his temple.

“ .45 Calibre bullets- Thats what was found” The man spewed, listening to you mumble the words back to yourself in remembrance.

“ Good- anyone else with these same bullets?” You requested as you released the pathologist from your deathly grip, hands now writing in your charcoal note-book; almost nerd like in comparison to your harsh demands prior.

“ Y-yes, multiple men have been reported dead in the last week or so with the same bullets”

A week? You’ve heard about these deaths on the news but it was never disclosed how close they all were to each other.

“ Names Fitch- names” You requested once more with a raised brow, now looking over at the pathologists identification badge diligently.

“ I can’t disclose tha-“

You cocked a brow, the deathly glare now sending shivers down his spine.

“ Jordan Greenfield, Jack Cunningham, Mark Evanston and Jonathan Brown” He spewed, occasionally stuttering over his own words. You hadn’t paid much mind to his stutter however, you were too focused on writing and researching the men named. If somehow you could find a correlation between all the men- you could crack the case for certain.

“ Thanks Fitch” You finalised, now leaving the facility.

In your own matter of research, you’d found out that all the men reported to be shot by a .45 had all partaken in a drug and sex trafficking ring not too far back; A little more research and you eventually found yourself spending your entire night on it.

That was until you received a fairly frustrated call from a friend.

“ You pulled a gun on the guy who did the autopsy? Are you kidding me?” Grayson’s voice rang through the phone’s speaker, his loud voice only eradicating any excess tiredness you had from before.

“ Listen Grayson I know- I know and I get it-“

“ Did you kill him?” Grayson asked, your face dropping about the accusation and the declaration of the death itself.

“ Dr Fitch is dead? Are you fucking kidding me?” You leaned back in your chair as you asked, a free hand rubbing your eyes whilst Grayson began to explain.

“ He was shot- Autopsy will say more but I’m convinced that somebody on your case doesn’t want you looking into it- so don’t” Grayson requested sternly as you furrowed your brow in contemplation.

He was shot?

“ I need a copy of that report Grayson- anyway you could get it for me without it being almost illegal?” You asked with an almost determined tone, now leaning forward with anticipation. Grayson however was quite displeased with your determination on this case; Someone could be watching you right now and you’d have not a single clue.

“ Are you seriously worried about that report? Shouldn’t you be telling the family to lock their doors or some crap like that?” He sighed, the sirens of police and ambulance cars blaring behind him.

“ Grayson come on man- you gotta” You insisted, now gliding more towards your desk as you scribbled Dr Fitch’s name and date of death into your beloved A5 notebook.

“ I’ll see what I can do alright- I’ll bring it to you when I can- IF I can” He finally agreed, an evident light up on your face.

“ Thank you Grayson, I’ll buy you a coffee when you hand it to me I swear” You finalised before cutting off the phone, adrenaline now racing through you- followed by worry.

If Dr Fitch was killed just a few hours after your information gain; did that mean you might’ve been next? Was this the same guy who’s been putting bullet holes in other people almost everyday?

In times like these you wish Jason were still around; Whilst he may not have agreed with your career he at least would’ve went with you to bust these fuckers you know?

The remembrance caused you to look over at the framed picture you had when he first died. It was of you, him, and some bad guy you both kicked the shit out of. He was notorious for taking polaroids of little girls as they slept; So you did the appropriate thing and took a picture of him instead.

Evening after and you felt restless; pacing your living room after what seemed to be hours whilst you evaluated everything that’s happened in your investigation.

Come meet me at Wayne Manor. I got the file.

The text that appeared onto your screen wrote; Your lips parting at the thought of even returning there.

You hadn’t been to Wayne Manor in years; especially after Jason kicked the bucket. You couldn’t help but feel enraged after hearing about Robin #3 Tim Drake. You liked Tim Drake, you really did think of him as a good kid- But after the death of Jason you would’ve thought Mr Wayne would quit the Robin act entirely.

Anxiety filled your heart as you found yourself outside of the manors gates, shuffling your shoes so that they clashed together in rhythm.

“ What a pleasure to see you back here [last name]” Alfred greeted, now holding out his hand for you to shake in greeting. You were quite fond of the old man; his sense of wisdom and comforting nature made him seem like a safe-space in comparison to Bruce’s cold teachings.

You never were fond of Bruce; After he tried to take you in as a young teenager and allowed you to observe the training of his younger ‘ sons’- you found him almost revolting after a few weeks. Eventually you parted ways with a large allowance, in which you saved for law school.

“ Master Dick is in the batcave- you do remember where that is correct?” Alfred asked as he halted; you consequently doing the same.

“ Of course I do- thank you Alfred” You smiled, now beginning to walk your way towards the hall leading to the secret entrance.

“ Oh and [last name]” He called out, you now pivoting to look back at him with a curious face.

“ I hope to be seeing you around more”

“ You really decided to get me down here again- What part of ‘ I’ll get you coffee’ did you fail to comprehend Dick?” You greeted, now almost snatching the files from his hands in order to observe them.

“ Why’d you need em anyway? Thought I told you to withdrawal” Grayson answered, choosing to ignore your dismissive attitude towards him.

“ I’m intrigued by the case- and the money I’m being given would pay off every debt in the world” You answered, only flickering your eyes up to him once before reanalysing the files.

“ Where do you think it came from [name]? It’s probably the earnings off all those young girls and meth” Grayson theorised sharply, you now freezing.

“ I’m being stalked by the fucker who’s killing everybody” You announced quietly after scanning over the words “ .45 calibre in the neck and lungs”.

Out of all the dangerous cases you took on; not one time were you ever discovered by a suspect. Maybe that was because you hadn’t taken on many serial murder cases- but regardless, shit was getting real.

“ You think? Why do you think I brought you here?” Grayson almost shouted, arms crossed as he looked at you with piercing

eyes, his body weight clearly leaning on his one leg.

Brought you here? What does he mean by that?

The thought was evident on your face as you mumbled both Grayson’s and Alfred’s words back to you.

“ ‘ hope to be seeing you around more’ Wait a fucking minute- Did you bring me here so I could hide from whoever’s out there??” You interrogated, now pissed off with the set up you found yourself in.

“ You aren’t hiding [name]- You’re simply retreating for a while- no harm in that” Grayson now spoke calmly in hopes that it’d also calm you- which hadn’t worked whatsoever.

“ No harm in that?? You’re acting like Bruce Grayson- you really are” You affirmed harshly, now collecting your file and storming out.

“ Don’t call my motherfucking phone” You declared angrily before continuing your pace to your bike.

“ Wait- I have news about-“

“ About what Dick- what is it now?”

“ Jason”

“ Are you fucking serious? You want me to stay so bad you speak ill on the fucking dead?” You shouted again, your grip on your file tightening as you let out steam.

“ I’m not speaking ill on anyone” Grayson sighed, now rubbing his temples with his hand.

“ So don’t fucking tell me anything” You spat, now taking yourself back to your moped.

“ Leaving so soon [last name]?”

“ Yeah Alfred- hopefully for good this time” You finalised, now slamming Wayne Manor door behind you almost piercingly loud.

Your way home was certainly memorable, you had noticed that there was another motorbike rode by a man with a brown leather jacket following you in your small moped mirror. Leaving you no choice but to swerve through other cars on the road and take a longer detour.

You believed to be safe when you returned to the comfort of your down-town apartment; now listening to the heavy rainfall outside whilst waiting for your coffee to brew.

All was peaceful and typical; You reiterating all of your ‘case of the month’ knowledge whilst you waited for the night to take its course.

Until you heard heavy footsteps behind you. Leaving you frozen in place.

“ Drop every form of weaponry you have- scream and I’ll put a bullet in your skull” The low-toned voice spoke. The command itself left you contemplating- perhaps you could dive under the counter and fight whoever’s holding a gun in your direction.

“ You hear me the first fucking time- drop it” The voice almost shouted, leaving you no option but to throw your gun beside you.

“ Now turn around- slowly- no sudden fucking moves”

You did as the entity behind you told; the sight of him almost alluring.

Of course it was the guy on the motorbike. But he was more up close now.

He wore a red mask- the shade matching the red symbol on his chest-plate. Two pistols held firmly in your direction.

“Little birdy on the street told me there’s an investigator searching for .45 bullets” The man announced, tilting his head almost sarcastically.

“ Fuck does that have to do with me” You spat, now leaning back onto your counter calmly- now analysing ways to either fight or escape.

“ Another little birdy told me it’s you” He announced again, laughing forcedly after he observed your defeated expression.

“ So it is you huh- Didn’t think you’d be the type to come onto me so quick” The red-masked man commented- you now biting back a snappy comment.

“ Alright- you’re going to get on my side of the counter and we are going to leave- you understand?” He laid out to you,

leaving you no option but to nod in agreement.

Carefully you walked over to him, surprised at the conveniency of the position you were in. His left arm hugged your neck in a way that communicated his severity- his right arm holding a pistol firmly into your back. If he was to shoot you- he’d paralyse you, which’d get you off his tail easily for the next year or so.

You exhaled breathily, now deciding to follow through with your hit-or-miss escape plan.

“ You know something?” You peaked, The red masked man exhaling after you inquired.

“ I can cut you a favour- seeing as though I’ve been on your tits for an amount of time now” You fake offered , almost completely surprised at the man’s gullibility towards you- especially after being a convicted killer.

“ Oh yeah? What’s that favour then?”

“ I’ll break one rib instead of all”

After that, you used your left leg to boost yourself onto the counter- using the man’s grip on your neck to secure you as you elevated yourself off of the floor- completely manoeuvring yourself over the mans’s shoulder, only barely missing the bullet he shot at you.

After getting over, you took no time before stabbing him in the back of the leg.

 You may be wondering, ‘ how did I get a knife?’- But you’ve been hiding one in your coat pockets for what seemed to be years now- just in case it was needed in times like these. The predicament you were in now reminded you of Bruce’s old teaching/saying “ Never bring a knife to a gun fight”, In which you almost always answered “ You don’t bring anything to a gun fight.”

The man groaned as the knife began to penetrate the back of his right thigh- luckily not going in too unbearably deep due to his thick protective attire.

After being forced into a kneeling on one knee position, he used it as an opportunity to pivot into your direction- now beginning to shoot bullets at you.

Luckily you managed to jump over or duck them, now kicking the pistol out of his hand before attempting to kick the man in the side of the head- In which his hand pushed your foot away.

You tried to kick and kick again- eventually having him swoop your leg with his spare one.

After you slipped onto your back- the man took this as the opportunity to attempt to mount you. Before he could get his hands around your neck you used all your force to kick him into the face with both feet; Knocking him back.

The both of you rose to your feet at the same time- now clearly sharing piercing glares.

“ You don’t have to make this worse for yourself”

“ I could say the same about you”

 Those remarks were the last things shared before you leaped onto your coffee table and then kicking the man into the face- his arms unfortunately shielding his mask.

After that- the both of you shared an exchange of punches that you both either ducked- blocked- or accepted.

At some point- you punched the masked man into the face directly, the hard material of his helmet causing you to gasp in pain.

“ Fuck that hurt like a bitch out of water” You swore, now standing still in front of the masked man, shaking your hand in order to dismiss the throb of your knuckles.

He took this as an opportunity to punch you into the chin- causing your back and your head to collide with the coffee table behind you due fo force.

You weren’t loosing this easily. You were used as Jason and Tim Drake’s roll model for a reason- and you were sure as hell going to live up to it.

Your thoughts were interrupted as a boot stomped angrily in your face’s direction- leaving you no time but to roll out of the way and allowing your coffee table to be completely broken at the force. This guy wanted to kill you now- If he hadn’t intended to before.

After he demolished your coffee table similar to most of your apartments living room- you charged into him so that he’d knock your couch over- now leaving you straddling him and attempting to stab him with your knife once more.

“ You come into- My fucking home- and you try to kill me” Your words broke out- now fighting with his hands as your knife almost broke through his masks eye barrier.

You were strong- even he had to admit that one.

Using all of his body weight- the man turned you over and threw your knife into oblivion, his hands now gripping aggressively at your neck.

Your arms desperately punched and hit the masked man, now looking at your peripheral vision and noticing the cracked glass of the framed picture of you and Jason.

“ N-No” You choked out, head completely craned into the broken glass’ direction whilst you began to loose your sense of consciousness. Out of curiosity, the masked man also peered into your eye’s direction- now observing the picture.

What the hell was his and his old friend’s picture doing in your apartment.

#dc comics #dc fanfic #dc universe #enemies to lovers #red hood #red hood x reader

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foureyeswithanicesmile · 3 years

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The white mask.

gender; not specified

sorta slow burn but theres gonna be a part two im sure of it.

Established relationship (sort of)

You and Grayson’s acquaintanceship went far back, the both of you were around for each others various changes and times in life. However things weren’t always so swell. Grayson had always perceived you to be good, in the way he tries to be, in some way, he idolised you for the warped perception he had of you. He made it routine to drop by to your apartment balcony in some way- you had no clue, regardless he was always there- no matter how spontaneous the trip was.

What you both hadn’t known is that you were both fighting each other for weeks, you as ‘gothams newest anti hero’ and him as ‘ Nightwing’. Both of you hadn’t known each others true identities.

You were only known as ‘ The white mask’ to Grayson, and he was only known as ‘ Boy blue’ to you. All this had occurred whilst in reality, you were both more than acquainted already.

What you both hadn’t known is that you were both fighting each other for weeks, you as ‘Gothams newest anti hero’ and him as ‘ Nightwing’. Both of you hadn’t known each others true identities.

You were only known as ‘ The white mask’ to Grayson, and he was only known as ‘ Boy blue’ to you. All this had occurred whilst in reality, you were both more than acquainted already.

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“ Hey- you home?” Grayson asked whilst he straightened up his black sweater and jeans, doing the best he could in order not to look suspicious.

“ Well- look who’s stumbled onto my doorstep again” You greeted, hair tied into a low bun with your glasses perched onto your nose as you did. Whilst Grayson was aware of how late it was, he hadn’t been expected to bestow his eyes upon a tight black vest and red plaid pyjama pants.

Now coughing and refocusing his attention back to you, he then realised that you had a new silver ball in a part of your ear cartilage. With furrowed brows he began to scan you again, now trying to see if he could find any other new piercings.

“ Eyes up here Grayson- you looking at my helix?” You asked with a smirk, now closing your balcony door so that no heating could escape the living room.

“ Yeah- when’d you get it? I like it” He complimented, now confidently turning your head with your chin in order to analyse it.

“ I got it yesterday” You announced, now moving Grayson’s hand in order to prevent him getting bacteria into it- you noticing the bruising on his knuckles in the process.

“ Dick Graysonn” You elongated as if he was guilty of something. Slightly anxious, he answered.

“ What’s wrong?” He asked as he looked down at your hands checking out his.

“ What on earth did you do to your hands? Beat up a wall or some shit?” You laughed, now releasing the larger pair of hands from your grasp; Noticing the slightly panicked face of the man in front of you.

“ Nothing- Just got into it a little on the way here” Grayson announced, now shoving his hands into his back pockets with a slight pout.

“ Wow- how strong, came here to rescue me from my shitty lanlord?” You spoke with a sarcastic tone, your eyes almost piercing into Graysons.

“ Why of course- how did you know?” He spoke with a mirroring tone, his face then wearing a less happier tone as he checked his phone, you picking up on it.

“ Hey- you alright? You seem off- almost dishevelled” You wondered truthfully, frowning at Grayson’s lack of eye contact initiation.

“ Whatever you do- Don’t become acquainted with anybody with a white mask- I know they’re only going after people who’ve wronged others- but we don’t know when those motives will change okay?”

You deadpanned in realisation. He was talking about you. The only bright side was that he had no clue that it was you. Only information about you that was so important he had to run off so soon.

“ Grayson do me a favour” You spoke in a slightly serious tone, unwanting to attract suspicion.

Your tone perked Grayson’s attention just enough for your eye contact to freeze him in his place.

“ Stay out of those kind of affairs. It’ll do you good to not get caught in the crossfire- you understand?”

Your words caused him to stiffen more, he doesn’t want you getting hurt.

“ I promise you alright- be safe and see you tomorrow” He finalised before kissing your cheek and ushering you back into your house.

Fuck knows how you were going to wriggle out of this one.

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Around a week later, you’d found yourself in a heated fight against the boy in blue, which consisted of you both getting good ass hits on one another.

You thought you hand enough skill to shoot him quickly and return back to your apartment before Grayson had decided to pop over, however after wasting all of your bullets on shots that never connected; you could only hope that you’d get to paralyse boy blue.

Just like you, Grayson had wanted to find himself on your balcony sooner or later, only hoping that you don’t believe his lateness is his attempt at showing disinterest.

Seeing as though Nightwing believed that you still had your bullets, he’d decided to hide behind one of the large air ventilations on top on the rooftop you were both on.

“ Come out boy blue- you fucking pussy” You insulted, feeling slightly exposed at the fact he could be anywhere.

“ My name” He spoke as he kicked one of your two guns out of your hand.

“ Is Nightwing” He finalised before he attempted to kick you in the solar plexus- you luckily sliding under his leg and gun-butting him with your other empty pistol- certainly leaving a cut on his cheek.

Even with that, his cascade of kicks, throws and punches never failed in tempo, even whilst you parried most- there was no telling if you’d make this without any noticeable injuries.

After trying to throw you into the back of a ventilation system, he only sprung your momentum; You now sprinting over to him and kicking him into the lower abdomen, consequently faltering his stance.

In almost milliseconds after, you had him in a sleep-impending head lock, now wrapping your legs around his torso agonisingly tight. You did so in full belief that he’d drop to his knees finally submitting, however he only dropped to his knees so that he could grab one of his electric batons- now aiming it into your back. The shock caused you to gasp and drop onto your back, now attempting to crawl to the edge of the building whilst Nightwing remained regathering himself.

“ You aren’t running away that quickly” He spoke in breaths, now beginning to walk over to you thinking that the height would be too much to drop from.

He was wrong.

Before Nightwing had the opportunity to rip the white mask off of you, you kicked him into the nose perfectly timed with him leaning down to unmask you.

“ No-No” He almost pleaded before you back-rolled off of the building, now falling legs first before falling on-top of a vintage red BMW- the glass cracking and top denting with the force.

Nighwing peered over the edge in utter disbelief; what was so important about your identity that you’d go as far as to kill yourself? Did he perhaps know you? Where you already presumed dead like Jason before his rise as Red Hood?

All those questions and thoughts were disrupted when he checked the time. 23:25. He would’ve been at your doorstep around twenty minutes ago if it hadn’t been for this shit.

Rushingly, he ran and jumped across rooftops in order to return to his own place before going to yours; only praying you’d still be up.

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You were actually groaning in pain and rolling yourself off the car just a few feet down. Whilst the car wasn’t the most efficient cushion of your fall, it was better than falling onto the cold Gotham concrete, which would’ve been painted red with your blood.

You surprisingly prepared for this moment, keeping your suit padded with enough material to not break your ribs when falling off of a building.

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Luckily, you found yourself at your apartment in no time, most probably due to your knowing of short cuts and you stealing a motorbike.

In the time you no longer had to worry about Nightwing on your tail, you managed to shower and ice your wounds. Displeased with the aching pain your back wore from both electrocution and the car from earlier.

Your worries were disrupted by a familiar knocking on your balcony door, sighing at the arrival almost.

“ Well hey there Grayson- later than usual” You almost joked, demeanour stiffening when you observed Grayson’s evident frown and shaking hands. For a moment you were consumed with the theory that he knew you were the ‘white mask’ that roamed the streets at night.

“ Tell me about it inside- how do you like your coffee Dick?” You asked comfortingly as you ushered him inside, now analysing the room in order to prevent any evidence of being shown. Seeing as though Dick was a detective, your cautiousness had to be on point.

However he seemed awfully down, like he’d just witnessed his parents die,, again.

“ I take it strong- thanks” He answered after many moments, his voice low as his head rested in his hand whilst he sat on your couch. Now you were lost, you had genuinely no clue as to what may have upset Dick- and this made you worry.

As the coffee brewed in your kitchen, you sat next the brunette, ushering a hand onto his knee.

“ What’s wrong Dick- you don’t seem like yourself tonight- I do somethin’?” You asked, now lifting his head with your hand on his chin; his cheek wearing a small band-aid.

“ You were right about staying away from the white mask”

Thank. God. For a moment you almost thought you were going to be discovered and sent to prison.

“ They died tonight”

You died? where’d that analogy come from? Did he see you throw yourself off that building?

“ Oh Grayson- did you see it?” You asked attentively, your brain both relieved and worried about the position you were in.

“ A-“

He struggled noticeably, a detail you picked up on almost immediately.

“ A friend did” He affirmed after a while, your brows furrowing more at his words.

In order not to seem non-empathetic or suspicious, you made endearing eye contact.

He was hung up on every word, every glance. As much as you were hung up on him; you valued your safety all in all, god knows what could happen to you- and even him if your identity got out.

What you didn’t know is that Grayson felt the same way.

“ I wanted to-help them- maybe try to get them to co operate with my associates you know? Death isn’t justified- especially when they were providing some-what justice” Grayson affirmed.

“ So you thought you could help them? Haven’t they hurt your friend?”

That wasn’t revealed yet.

“ Or at least- I’m assuming” You added on quickly, now pacing to your kitchen counter in order to grab Grayson’s cup of coffee.

“ They’ve hurt me you know that?”

You stiffened. Not once have you recalled seeing- or hurting Grayson whilst in ‘ uniform’.

“ I ran into them- tonight- it was why i was so late” He affirmed from his position on the couch, your lips now agape at the realisation.

Dick Grayson was Boy Blue. Mr Grayson, who steps onto your balcony basically every night was the man you’ve been attempting to kill in attempt to get him off of your case. Awful was an understatement in terms of your feelings.

“ Are you alright?” He finally asked after moments of contemplation, now turning from his position on your sage coloured couch, observing your almost lifeless stance.

“ Grayson” You almost sighed, carefully placing the mug into his bloody-knuckled hands, most presumably from the time you got him to punch a brick wall as you dodged him.

“ I’m sorry man” You breathed once again, body tensing as you braced yourself.

“ Sorry for what? You don’t have anything to be remotely sorry for”. His words were sincere, caring even, only worsening the affects of this entire situation.

“ I am the white mask”.

#dc comics #dc fanfic #enemies to lovers #nightwing #dick grayson #nightwing x reader #antiheroes

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foureyeswithanicesmile · 3 years

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Tattoos and Too little space.

-so this is maybe the last Part to my “Mr Todd” trilogy. Smut, tattoos, tension and then back to tattoos because I don’t know how to write about anything that isn’t foreplay. Also new titans episode drops today very pleased. Anyways enjoy and send in requests.

“ You ever wanted a tattoo?”

The question was more eager than you would’ve liked it to be, It certainly overtook the mind of Jason Todd; evident in the way he clicked his tongue in thought.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it- A red hood type tattoo wouldn’t be so bad” Red hood finally spoke after a few moments, eyes directed at the grey ceiling as he finalised. After a few moments of silence once more and an almost repulsed glare sent in his direction, Todd finally met your eyes with a perplexed expression.

“ What? It’d be cool”

“ What if you no longer match the Red Hood? What If i stole your identity for a year or some shit” You joked, not opposing to the idea of stealing Todd’s signature get up for a day or two.

“ Then everyone will know the original Red Hood- plain and simple” Red Hood shrugged once more, your eyes narrowing more.

“ Maybe we could get matching tattoos? Doesn’t have to be large piece of any of that shit” You proposed, Jason’s brow raising in amusement.

“ I’m listening”

“ Each others symbols- if we have those, I’d do one of your chest plate on my thigh and you get a mirror” You began to explain, slowly becoming confident in your own ideas. For clarification, your symbol was a mirror because you usually adopted the signature moves of your opponents, but incorporated more agility in order to perfect them.

“ Alright then.”

“ Hey- hold my shirt up a little- and pull down my pants to just after you get to the pelvis bone” You ordered, now fully prepared with all your equipment. You decided to go for a black to red ombre in the symbol- in order to portray Jason’s coming of independence after death. All things considered though, your request and placing of your tattoo made things slightly tense.

“ You sure you want it there? I’d feel bad for anyone you fuck in future” Jason almost joked, now fastening a grip on the waistband of your pants, pulling them down just enough for you to place the pre-ink sketch you did right in the centre of your pelvis, just a little higher.

“ I wouldn’t worry about that If I were you” You began to concentrate, now preparing your black ink filled tattoo pen. Jason was intrigued by your ability to pierce and tattoo yourself. The only thing he ever did was his first lobes- in which he ended up having redone by you when he pussied out as a kid.

As the pen began to penetrate the skin; your facial expression hadn’t faltered drastically at all- in fact Jason noticed that any time you felt it hurt your determination only got stronger.

“ Wipe that for me- the excess ink”

“ Oh shit right- my bad”

“ You zoning out at the sight of me? Flattering”

“ Go fuck yourself”

“ Only if you watch” i

Now it was his turn, and because he was so sure on his high pain tolerance, he wanted it the exact place you had yours. However, just like Jason, you were distracted. His predominant v-line decorated in scars in some places almost made you completely forget the tattoo.

“ Red boxers? Wow Jason you truly live into the red hood legacy” You spoke in attempt to ice break, his eyes staring sultry daggers into the back of your skull.

“ Be grateful I’m even letting you see my boxers- let alone get your paws on em” Jason spoke back again, an almost nervousness lacing his voice as he observed you apply the guide line, the cool, smooth application calming him.

“ This might hurt- but not a lot alright- oh and could you keep your shirt away from the template- don’t want a fucked up tat now do we?” You requested, Jasons face almost disappointed as he was unable to grab his shirt; your supplies and sanitary equipment preoccupying his hands.

With a groan of annoyance, you took the end of his shirt and held it up to his mouth; allowing him to latch onto the fabric with his teeth. This was hot. Really fucking hot. Jason had a pretty good body for a dead motherfucker you had to admit.

Before any excess complaint, you flashed Todd a reassuring look, now beginning to glide the needle across his skin; the muscle a lot firmer than you believed it to be.

Just like you; Jason thought of the angle you were at to be almost alluring, the way your warm free hand rested on his right pelvis bone whilst the other marked his skin beautifully wasn’t even the best bit. It was your face, biting your lip in thought whilst flashing him inquisitive eyes in order to see how he was doing. If anything, Todd was more concerned about not having a boner rather than the needle poking at his flesh.

All was believed to be going well; the arousal you both harboured under control, the both of you mentally reminding yourselves that you both fight constantly and have shot each other at some point. However when you swiped at Jason’s v-line with a wipe in order to remove excess ink, a moan threatened to slip from his throat; the both of you now looking at each other sharply.

“ Fuck the line work”

“ Agreed”

With those words, you shot up from your position, his hand immediately gripping the back of your neck with just enough force to get you to smash your lips on his eagerly- you now straddling him before he dropped your equipment accidentally. He broke the kiss in order to apologise for it, however you didn’t seem to care, only mumbling into his lips.

“ I have another kit in my original apartment I swear it” You dismissed eagerly, now moving your hips up and down onto his lap as you reconnected your lips with his, Jason’s hands now gripping feverishly at your hips; adjusting the pace so there was enough friction for both of you to get off- or get started.

As the rhythm of hips chimed onto the couch, you bit down on your lip and looked Jason in the eye, your expression conveying serious enjoyment. You and him were well aware of this not just being a random hate-fuck, this was something you couldn’t run away from anytime soon. You had to lie in the graves you dug- but the both of you didn’t seem to care.

“ Lets wait to uncover this tattoo huh?” You spoke seductively, now zipping off your jacket and allowing Jason to remove his own attire before assisting you with removing your black deftones T-shirt. At the sight of each other- the both of you paused to analyse the bodies bestowed upon one another.

“ I’ve wanted to fuck you so bad- you have no idea” Jason admitted with a breathy moan, his head now leaning back so that his face was parallel to the ceiling, his Adams apple now more predominant.

“ When have you wanted to fuck me?” You asked out of genuine curiosity, slowing down the rhythm of your hips to make Jason more coherent.

“ The other day- when we were fighting” He breathed once more- his words coming out in pants as you encouraged him with ‘oh yeah?’s’ and ‘ mhm’s.

“ When we were fighting- and you tried to choke me out with your- your- fuck I can’t think” He now paused, the excitement of the situation now overwhelming him (in a good way). The thought of fucking you back as you fucked him almost made him cry out of anticipation.

With his almost plead, you stopped your hips, now guiding his hands to his lap so he could tell you.

“ when you tried to choke me out with your legs- that was hot” Jason now groaned, the sexual vulnerability he emitted depleting rapidly- now wanting to be the one who had the emotional high-ground.

“ Anytime else?” You paused, now leaning back so that you rested primarily on his thighs.

“ That time you threw yourself off that building”

“ You being serious?” You asked with furrowed brows, completely ignoring the fact that you were shirtless with only a pair of pants on, him also in the same attire. This was no longer about sex, this was about interest; and nothing fuelled your confidence more than being told how you make people feel.

“ It was the way you gave no fuck about falling into the water- it was pretty fucking cool” He returned to normal, now collecting the pieces of equipment dropped whilst you returned to your line work- almost finishing his tattoo.

“ Almost there Todd- surprised you didn’t cry about it”

“ I was beaten to death and then blown up- why would I bitch about a tattoo?”

“ Because you bitch about anyone”

A/n: If you’ve read this far I’m shocked. Also i’m loving the way i’m actually getting reblogged on here I love it. I might start doing more kory anders oneshots because she’s hot and my wife.

#red hood #ao3 #titans #dc fanfic #dc universe #dc comics #fanfic #smut

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foureyeswithanicesmile · 3 years

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Affairs and Acquaintances.

- “Mr Todd what a pleasure to see you again” part two sorta? Yeah I liked the one shot I did a bit too much so it’s going to be like a trilogy kinda thing. Swearing, mentions of sexual harassment (not actual harassment i don’t write that weird shit. Next chapter might be sorta- smutty?

Lucky for you, you knew people- the rich motherfuckers of the city who’d pay their way out of prison. Most of those people owed you favours- big ones, you’ve helped them launder money, you’ve helped them save any family from immediate danger- oh and you’ve blackmailed a few. In all fairness, they weren’t the coolest people on earth, so they had it coming.

You managed to get you and Todd a nice penthouse under your actual name. Yes, your actual name. Even though you were known to be a vigilante with a white faceless mask, you had a life. You were a Tattoo artist, and a real popular one at that. Everyone wanted you- wether that was in their bed or a tattoo from you. Your shifts were short but high paying, probably as reparations for the continuous violence and sexual harassment that occurred in the establishment.

You received enough money to pay off your motorcycle, and get you the best Chinese takeout whenever you wanted. One of the best perks.

“ So what now? We’re on house arrest until you get your cash- even with that how’re you going to distribute it into your account? large sums of money all at one time raise conce-“

“ I don’t need advice- I know how to launder money fuckface. In terms of the house arrest situation- you stay here for god knows how long while I get my money- be good and you get half” You interrupted, face worn with exhaustion when you first started your declaration.

The displeased look on Jason’s face slightly annoyed you; you were putting everything at stake by keeping him alive, you could’ve had your bounty eradicated if you shot the fucked when necessary.

“ Don’t look like that- I could of killed you” You reinstated, hand on your hip signifying the severity. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to kill Jason for the cash- you just felt too bad for em, I mean who else would let you feel as powerful in a fight like he does?

“ Maybe you should’ve” He complained, an almost bitchy frown on his face. His gesture and position on your couch made you frown, he looked as if he wanted to say- or do, something.

“ Jason are you alright? You seem pretty pissy”

The lack of response confirmed your hunch, he was frustrated.

But he had to suck it up, unless he wants to get his head caved in again he had to learn how to adapt to the conditions he was in- why was he complaining anyways? there was a nice marble counter-top in the kitchen, a dark auburn wooden floor with a sage green rug near the couch.

“ I’m just confused- Don’t you hate me? Why not kill me when you had the chance?” Jason questioned, his arms resting on the top of the couch as he man-spread- unfortunately taking up most of the couch space.

“ I don’t hate you Jason- If I wanted to kill you I would’ve years ago- We’ve almost ripped each others clothes off fuck sake why would I kill you?”

“ To prevent anything from getting serious?” He asked with a slightly sarcastic manner, you now rolling your eyes and pushing one of his legs with your own body weight in order to get a space on the couch.

“ I’m always down to get serious- you of all people should know that”

“ You shot me in the leg so I guess I should’ve figured that” Jason responded, now grabbing at a random magazine from the coffee table you were resting your feet upon.

“ You reading porno Jason? God get some manners- Bruce didn’t teach you that?” You joked, weakly attempting to contain your laughter when a pair of annoyed narrow eyes darted into your direction.

“ Yeah go fuck yourself- You’d be into that” Jason joked back in half hearted serious tone, throwing the magazine directly at your face.

After a few moments of silence; an idea popped into your head.

“ You ever wanted a tattoo?”

#red robin #red hood #dc universe #dc comics #dc fanfic #enemies to lovers #slow burn

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foureyeswithanicesmile · 3 years

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Mr Todd, What a pleasure to meet you…..Again.

actually a part one, more of an ‘ frenemies to lovers’ sort of affair. Its five AM okay don’t grill me if it’s shitty. oh, swearing,violence, no gender spec.

As infamous as Red Hood was; he wasn’t completely invincible. Both emotionally and physically there was that one person who always remained on top, that person being you.

You’ve met Jason many, many, many times. As Robin, As Red Hood- all that he’s been you’ve seen it, fought it or made out with it. Yet the both of you were never considered friends to each other, in fact; you both considered each other as enemies- when the price is right.

And now, the price was perfect.

“ Mr Todd, what a pleasure to see you on this fine night” You greeted, overshadowing Jason’s half beaten body in front of you. You played dirty. That anyone, even yourself could admit. You even brought out a crowbar before you finally ‘pick pocketed’ both of his pistols- in which they were now pointed at each of his eye sockets.

“ You here to kill me?” He almost spat at you; in complete dismissal of the situation he was in, which was something he found himself doing a lottt more after he was murdered.

“ Death make you this ballsy Todd? You know half the mercenaries in Gotham are trying to kill you” You proclaimed, the stern grip on the man’s pistols not faltering as you did. By the look of Jason’s unfazed body language, he was well aware of the bounty on his head.

“ How much they offering? It has to be good money for you to be beating the fuck out of me this much” He requested to know, now taking off his mask slowly.

“ Pretty as ever” You laughed.

“ Go fuck yourself” He spat back.

“ Over half a million Todd- you know what a motherfucker could do with that?” You exclaimed sarcastically, the look of success and greed preoccupying your bruised face.

“ If you wanted money- You could’ve just asked Bruce”.

See this was when things got complicated, not only Jason had a bounty on his head- but you did to.

“ See it’s not that easy Jason- I’m being hunted too” You admitted, the sharp grip you had on your gun now returning in remembrance.

You were perceived to be ‘Jasons catnip’- As described by Selina Kyle. But in all seriousness; the people of Gotham thought you were the one way ticket to Red Hood’s head.

“ Oh really- So you wanna kill me so that people fear you? That it? Never thought you were the type to crave approval”

You laughed almost genuinely, the complete bullshit he’d just spurred almost eradicating why you have two of his own guns directed at him.

“ See you’re wrong Todd- I’m being hunted because of you.”

You didn’t even let him react.

“ So here’s what we’re going to do- you’re going to leave a puddle of your blood- your mask and anything that makes you known as red hood rightt here.” You ordered, the words going straight through Jason’s head as he sat there- beat up and perturbed.

“ So- I’m dying again?” He asked through furrowed brows, slowly beginning to remove his mask and place it on the floor; now beginning to catch onto your plans. You were going to scam your way into that half a mil, and then you can invest in a realll nice place- and a new phone, since the last one you had in your possession got blown up the last time you escaped a kidnapping.

“ Nope” You breathed, tearing a piece of your outfit off so that there was enough to be identifiable.

“ We’re dying together”

“ How flattering- and what if they catch on?”

“ If they’re dumb enough to try and kill me and you- they’re dumb enough to believe our little ‘lie’” You affirmed, Jason now impressed with your planning- but there was only one factor left.

“ How are you going to get my bloo-“

Before Jason could finish, one of his bullets harshly tore through his shin and probably near his calf- even after death that shit hurt like a bitch- which was written all over his face.

He would’ve groaned in pain audibly if the both of you weren’t on the run. Your face looked both satisfied and apologetic after shooting Jason. Satisfied because the fucker keeps getting you in trouble, apologetic because you were quite fond of him.

When he realised that you decided to slice a part of your forearm instead of shooting yourself heroically, he almost shouted at you.

“ What the fuck happened to you getting shot? I was fucking shot that’s not fair” Jason exclaimed, occasionally wincing as his leg proceeded to bleed.

“ Me get shot? Then who the fuck’s gonna drive? I don’t have a fancy fucking batmobile Jason”.

Out of both growing annoyance and pity, you took another part of your attire off and used it to apply consistent pressure on his stab wound- not exactly caring about yours anymore.

“ Alright- we gotta fucking go Jason no time for bitching”

“ I’m not bitching- I’m in pain”

“ Yeah well you’ve died so I don’t know why you’re whining so much.”

#jason todd #jason todd x gender neutral reader #enemies to lovers #dc comics #dc universe

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foureyeswithanicesmile · 3 years

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“ Who do you fuck in the city when I’m not there?”

Desc: Smut (partially), Gender isn’t specified because that’d be hypocritical of me, I wouldn’t say angst? Also a season three spoiler so be wary. If there are spelling mistakes I’m gonna be pissed lmfao

“ You’re back earlier than anticipated” Your voice rang through the hall; Grayson almost freezing in place as he realised you knew of his leave.

“ Had stuff to do? What-did Bruce call you and tell you to bring back all your suits?’’, your voice echoed in a lower tone whilst you began to make your way to Grayson’s position in the titans tower. This wasn’t the first time he’d made these spontaneous leaves in the late hours of night, in fact, he’d been notorious the past few weeks due to this.

“ You keep sneaking out Grayson- It’s concerning for your health and it’s beginning to erk me” You declared, analysing the state of your partner Dick Grayson. His hair and outfit were dishevelled, and the expression he wore looked dismissive.

“ There’s nothing to be concerned about I’m telling you” He affirmed in an attempt to calm, his hands pulling your shoulders in for a quick kiss on the lips. But you weren’t buying any of it at all. The late night trips and not even in masked attire were more than a red flag to you.

Whilst he was still close to you, his chest pressed against yours comfortably; you seized the opportunity to ask,

“ Who do you fuck in the city when I’m not here?” You asked, a both serious and sarcastic demeanour about you as you did. This ‘inquiry’ greatly perplexed Grayson, his brows furrowing at the sudden remark.

‘ I don’t ‘fuck’ anyone- if anything you fuck me’ Grayson confirmed, eyes rolling when he caught your lip bite and rolled eyes in his peripheral.

He was right, all the times you guys had gone at it; you never gave him a chance to get on top. It was always you calling him a good boy, or getting him to moan into your mouth.

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“ I’m always on top- Grayson.” You whispered into the brunettes ear. This was the first time the both of you ever hooked up, and him trying to put you into missionary just wasn’t your style whatsoever.

With your words, you heard Grayson exhale in relief as you began to grind on him from on top; almost too slow for his liking.

However, when he attempted to place his hands on your waist in order to create more friction- you pushed him down so he was no longer sitting up and held his wrists with your own, soft hands.

“ Go faster-Please go faster” Grayson pleaded, impending whimpers and moans coming closer as you moved your hips in variating circles.

“ What are you gonna be for me Grayson?” You asked, now moving one of your hands from his wrist to his chin; which you used to lead him up to you in order to kiss you.

“ I’ll be good”

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Now wasn’t the time for sultry recalls, now was the time for questions and answers. Grayson picked up on that, it was evident in the way your shoulders stiffened and lips perched seriously.

“Listen- All i’m asking is for you to trust me” Dick attempted to request, him now walking towards you as you leaned onto the kitchen counter, walking away from the hall in which he kissed you in.

“ Yeah and i’d love to Grayson- but sneaking out without specifying makes that difficult”

Grayson knew you were right; I mean anyone would’ve. No matter how much you trusted Grayson’s strength, abilities and affirmations- you were unsure of his late night ‘shenanigans’ to say the least.

With a sigh, Grayson had no choice but to tell you.

“ Theres more information on Jason” Grayson finally admitted, your ragged sigh in response lacing both relief and disappointment. You had the misfortune of running ‘red hood’ Jason once before; and was almost burnt to a crisp in the process. So hearing that Grayson was risking himself just to get some gossip about the opposition rather than ask you sort of annoyed you.

“ You’re a dumbass- and i’m being serious about that” you insulted, the tips of your thumb and forefinger rubbing at your temples in annoyance; almost as if the situation brought you a headache.

“ Look at what happened last time? You almost got incinerated by the guy. I do not want that happening again”

“ So you decide to put yourself at risk by asking around on the street about him? At night- with no fucking disguise?? What if he finds out about you meddling in his business and tries to get you when you’re unarmed?”, you almost interrogated, eyes narrowing more and more as your sentences continued.

“ Jason isn’t like that-“

“ Jason is dead Grayson- he died after he killed Hank.” You rekindled, sighing once more at the memory; Hank was a dear friend to you as you always felt that his actions and reasonings were similar to yours. So after he was blown to smithereens and you almost joining him in less than a few hours after; your growing hatred for Todd only grew stronger.

Your words were correct wether Grayson wanted to admit it or not, the Jason that once took the title of Robin was long gone. But Grayson wasn’t about to let him sabotage his and yours ‘relationship’.

“ I know- And I’m sorry, I should’ve let you at least help a little bit- or explain” He apologised, eyes being accented by the bellowing light above you both. At this point, the greeting was almost too depressing to bare; leaving you no choice but to lighten the mood.

“ At least you aren’t fucking anybody”

“ Is that seriously what you’re concerned about right now?”

“ I have my priorities”

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

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foureyeswithanicesmile · 3 years

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So say it. Fucking say it. Part two

description; Idk if its angst or fluff but its here and it’s alright, i would’ve made it an angry hook up situation but I didn’t know how to pull that off at all. Smut soon i guess? wait and see idk,, again any suggestions drop em

Later that night, you found yourself watching the moon from the roof, taking slow steady inhales and exhales as you zoned out.

All you thought about was dinner. You tried your hardest to prevent arguments interfering with work situations, and yet you still managed to get one of your most favourable companions injured. Better yet, you found the person you quarrelled with to be quite ravishing.

All your thoughts were eventually disrupted as you heard the door separating you and the building close slowly, your position not moving whatsoever.

‘ Kory I’ll be inside in a second don-‘

‘ Not Kory, Sorry to disappoint’ Grayson spoke, his hands taking refuge in his jean pockets as he slowly walked closer to you.

‘ Here to argue with me again? Listen I’m not going to do this with you again.’ You spoke slowly with a sigh, surprised that you hadn’t been interrupted this time around.

‘ No, I came to apologise’

His words made you turn around, both perplexed and enticed with the apology he was about to give you.

‘ Go on?’, you almost teased, brows furrowed and your mouth curled up into a slight smirk.

‘ I shouldn’t have made that comment at dinner- or I at least should’ve admitted what I said’ He admitted, now lighting what seemed to be a joint before he started again, this time the blunt perched between his two teeth.

‘ I want to say sorry, I find myself starting on you too often to call normal and I shouldn’t’ Grayson genuinely declared, your mouth almost agape at the unexpected words, but being melodramatically surprised would only spoil the moment.

‘ Mind If I take a hit of that?’ You asked, needing to break any tension completely before you aired your piece.

‘ Sure’ Grayson spoke as he walked even closer, now passing you the joint before staring at you taking a drag of it.

‘ Yeah well- I guess I’m sorry for blowing up on you over that- should’ve just calmed by ass down and ate’ You apologised also, almost bowing your head in remembrance.

‘ You guess you’re sorry?’ Grayson asked with a smile, looking up at you as you handed him back his joint.

‘ Would you rather me tell you to jump off the roof?’ You joked, now removing yourself from the edge and allowing yourself to be parallel to Grayson, now slightly looking up at him.

‘ No- maybe I wouldn’t.’ He answered with a mirroring sarcastic tone, watching your now exhausted demeanour.

‘ You should get to bed boy wonder- It’s late’ You advised hypocritically, the remark causing Grayson to ‘pfft’ in response.

‘ Says the one who’s yawning? You should be the one getting rest- you’ve done a lot today’ Grayson slightly commended, watching you now take yourself to the stairs.

‘ Have a goodnight Dick’ You affirmed, adding emphasis to his name in order to imply other meanings.

In full belief there was going to be no more interaction, you made your way past him; only to be stopped by a firm hand on your arm.

‘ What? something wrong again?’ You asked, Grayson’s face wearing a confusingly smug expression.

‘ You look good when you’re mad-by the way’

‘ I’ll shove my shoe up your ass Grayson.’

#titans #teen titans #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #comics #dc comics

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foureyeswithanicesmile · 3 years

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Come on, Kory Anders.

tags; smut, shameless smut, not really a plot.

This is just a stall for the ‘ Fucking say it’ Oneshot I did. Needed some Kory action.

Gender isn’t specified, enjoy.

‘ Kory.’ You breathed in a low voice, looking up at the gorgeous woman on top of you who’s face screamed ‘ fuck me’.

The night was progressing, rain and occasional thunder preoccupying the sky. Yet here you and Kory were, borderline dry fucking each other in your bedroom.

‘ What’s wrong- don’t you want to kiss me?’ She asked, forehead resting on yours as she teased, occasionally brushing her lips against yours.

‘ I do Kory- I really do- but what if the others hear?’ You asked, Kory kissing you once more, your hands lacing up her silk dress and resting onto her thighs whilst she began to move herself up and down on your thigh.

‘ Then let them’ Kory whispered into your ear, her sultry voice inviting you to flip her over so that you were on top of her, now sucking and occasionally biting her neck whilst your hands made their way to her dress straps.

‘ Can I?’ You asked, eyes wide in admiration as you observed her from above. Kory was truly beautiful to you, her hair, her body, her voice all of it enticed you. Little did you know she felt the exact same about you.

‘ You really wanna fuck me huh?’ Kory teased, an alluring, smug smile preoccupying her mouth as she observed the stunned expression you wore.

‘ Kory’ You breathed, the tension in the air thicker than kryptonian skin.

‘ You can- If thats what you wanted to ask again’ She confirmed, slightly chuckling when you exhaled ‘ oh good lord’ as you slowly lowered the straps of her dress so that her black strapless bra was bestowed upon your eyes.

After a few moments you reconnected your lips to her neck, now lowering them down to in between her breasts, feeling more aroused due to her various pants and sighs.

‘ This- Is going to be one long night.’

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foureyeswithanicesmile · 3 years

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So Say it. Fucking Say it.

gender neutral, swearing? id say angst but its just an argument, oh and you get a cute Kory and a cute Gar moment; next one shot might be smuttier with Grayson, and maybe even Jason in the future. send suggestions if wanted

Silence overtook the dinner table that night, the previous hours daunting over everybody; yet some dealt with it differently to others. Due to a miscommunication between you and Grayson, Gar ended up seriously injured and in the make shift hospital bed Titan’s Tower owned.

The noises of uncomfortable chewing filled the room that you, Kory, Dick, and Rachel were eating your Chinese takeout in, Kory occasionally glaring at Dick in order for him to stop glaring at you so much. Yet it was too late, you had already picked up on it.

Usually, you’d argue back and try to shut Grayson up yourself, but now you could only try to clear the air for the sake of everyone else.

‘ Does anybody have any new information on who assaulted all those officers- and us?’ Rachel spoke, looking around the table in order to see if anybody’s attitude had changed; Her only receiving small smiles from you and Kory.

‘ Rachel’s right- do we have anything that correlates to any more of these mysterious cop beatings?’ Kory asked with a smile, looking at you with her piercing green eyes and a white smile.

You licked your lips before deciding to speak.

‘ I heard something about a ‘master’ maybe their cult related? like a revolution’ You spoke quietly, slowly shovelling your egg roll into your mouth.

‘ Of course you’d hear that’ Grayson mumbled, the three of you now looking at him as you now lost your patience.

‘ Fuck you say?’ You asked, looking at him with an entirely angered expression, one in which Grayson mirrored confidently. Yet your question held no response, only Kory placing her hand on yours in order to calm you down friendlily.

‘ Maybe we should just continue eating-‘

‘ No Kory- I won’t, What the fuck did you say Grayson- If you have something to say, say it’ You spat venomously, now pushing your chair back as you stood.

‘ If I had something to say I would say it’ Grayson spat back, looking up at you with his signature annoyed expression that only set you off more.

‘ Yeah well you clearly fucking do, So go on boy wonder. Say it. Fucking say it.’ You argued, his silence only closing the argument.

‘ Thats what I fucking thought’ You argued, taking your various containers of chinese food and walking into where Gar was.

‘ Hey buddy, I got you some food’ You spoke in a low voice as you approached Gar, a smile laced with slight confusion worn on his face.

‘ What was all the commotion about? It wasn’t about me was it’ Gar asked, slowly taking the tub of Fried rice out of your hands.

‘ It was because your friend Grayson likes to make sly ass comments’ You dismissed with a low chuckle, continuing eating your cantonese.

‘ Its because he cares- I’m sure of it’ Gar affirmed, watching you eat comfortably. You ignored the comment, not wanting to tarnish any views Gar had of Grayson.

‘ Oh and I got you a new comic book- you get it after recovery’ You spoke again, Gar’s face lighting up at your words.

‘ You didn’t have to- really’ Gar smiled, now eating his food with a happier demeanour.

What the both of you hadn’t realised was, Grayson was listening in to your entire interaction, feeling slight guilt for his aggravating attitude.

This was so dry goodnight. Anyways I’m going to be writing better shit.

#teen titans #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dc comics #comics #koriand'r

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foureyeswithanicesmile · 3 years

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Red Hood.

I wanted to try out shit with Jason Todd because he’s fine as hell. Oh and readers gender isn’t specified. Angst sorta? mentions of sexual themes but nothing too extensive.

‘ You want to get me off your ass- Kill me then’ You threatened.

Unlike everyone else’s regular friday night that consisted of either drinking in their own home or fucking some random stranger, you were stuck with presumed-to-be-dead Jason Todd after a good number of years.

Everything was fine, the both of you were fighting physically and you had all the advantage, weaponry, agility, all of the requirements- yet something was off, as if he didn’t want to kick the shit out of you just yet.

Then he gun butted you over the head with your own pistol and rag-dolled you to some shitty apartment.

‘ Sorry for the abrupt awakening’ He apologised as he poured an ice cold glass of water onto your face, you gasping at the sensation.

‘ Hell do you want from me?’ You spat, looking up at his tall form.

‘ I want you to co operate with me- help me out even’ He offered, almost crouching intimidatingly in front of you.

The question sparked confusion, after all these years and the man knocks you out just to ask a question? Either way a vigilante with such a grip on gotham at this time asking you for assistance was almost flattering to you.

‘ Fuck do you want help with? You fight me- knock me out all of that and you want my help?’ You asked, blinking rapidly as water seeped into your eyes.

‘ I want to get revenge on Batman’

The words caused you to go silent with thought, the room now being filled with thick confusion. You understood where Jason was coming from you really could, what happened to him was despicable; but killing Batman wouldn’t do anymore than allow criminals to do even more harm.

‘ What’s with the silence?’ Todd added, tilting his masked face to the side almost like a dog.

‘ Take that stupid fucking mask off Jason i’m not going to start crying at the sight of you’ You requested with a sigh, whilst the emphasis on your profanities signified your frustration, you seemed too emotionally exhausted to fathom any serious fight.

You never liked Batman either, don’t get it twisted, his ways were crude, and after you found out he was Bruce Wayne your hatred was only fuelled more. All the money that man had and all he did was beat up poor people and damage low income areas. Everything he did you perceived as repulsive, allowing criminals like the Joker to keep going, constantly allowing impressionable children take on the roll as Robin, only to end up either disliking him or nearly dying.

But killing him would make shit worse.

‘You gonna kill him Jason?’

‘ He deser-‘

‘ No Jason’ You cut off abruptly, getting up from your place against his counter.

‘ You realise that Batman being murdered would shake more than just Gotham? More than just Dick and Barbra? You’d shake half the fucking country’ You scolded, pacing up and dow’ in the same footstep rhythm.

You could tell Todd was conflicted, with his helmet now off you could watch his brows furrow and his eyes narrow in thought, his face now scarred in certain places. The facial features sharper with age and internalised hatred. Batman assured him that he wasn’t going to be hurt, but look at what happened to that? There you were, now stood in front of the 19 year old who was supposed to buy you a soda as a kid after loosing a bet, now around 6’0 and wanting revenge on one of the only people he thought he could trust.

Clearly your stare was piercing enough to catch Todd’s attention, as he was now staring at you, his breath slightly hitching as he remembered how truly sharp your glance was.

For the first time in ages, Todd felt self conscious, nervous even; did you think he was ruined? Did you feel pity for him? He had no clue.

Without any further debate, you walked up to him, looking up and down at him whilst you were only what seemed to be a few inches away from him, the lack of space allowed Jason to observe the various changes in your appearance.

Suit was certainly different, now white and tighter fitting. Your eyebrow had a scar that resulted in a slit in the hairs, making you look more intense than used to. Similar to Jason you had also grew a good number of inches in terms of height, no 6’0 of course, but you were getting there.

Silence and observation was broken by your shaken exhale, your eyes slightly welling with minimal amounts of tears. You were surprised at the man you were in front of, now wanting to kill the man he once idolised more than anyone else.

‘ What happened to you Jason?’ You asked, a hand cupping his jaw as your other one stayed put on his opposite shoulder; Your head faced downwards in slight anguish.

At this point in time, Jason Todd was completely silent, face vacant and eyes wide as your words preoccupied his head repeatedly. Jason Todd wanted you to be proud. He wanted you to not worry about him dying again, or being alone. Jason Todd wanted you, and that’s taken him a death and rehabilitation for him to realise it.

His sudden realisation caused him to impulsively lift your chin up with his hand, messily catching some of your hair in his hands as he did. Your eyes looked tired, ones similar to his after a few weeks of making a new name for himself.

Your wet face and parted lips made him intoxicated, constantly wanting more of you, more that not just anyone could get. He wanted the exclusive. He wanted to see what the mirror does when you cry, or what your ceiling does when you relieve yourself of any sexual frustration.

You wanted the same of course, maybe it was the months and days spent grieving over his imaginary death, or the way he restricted himself when fighting you- clearly recalling your fighting style from his Robin days.

But now wasn’t the time to just stand and think, now was the time to act. To kiss, to cry, to fuck even. Time was stopping for the both of you and it took you enough balls to fucking use it.

Lips conjoined to his harshly, his hands having to secure your waist to prevent you from falling onto him recklessly. Your hands laced into his hair roughly, eventually moving back down to his cheeks that you stroked with your thumbs. Jason tried to take the kiss slowly, wanting to savour the sensations after god knows how long; But your harsher movements and demanding hands said otherwise.

Eventually, you pulled away, looking up at him as your saliva and his strung from your lips.

‘ Jason, I’m not going to help you fuck up the city. What I’m going to do is help you take down the fuckers of this shit hole- and that is it. No Batman. Nothing of the sort.’ You asserted sternly, fixing yourself and taking your weapons with you; now returning to the ‘luxury’ of your apartment.

For once in his almost second life; Jason Todd had felt a sense of need.

#red hood #jason todd #dc comics #angst prompt

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foureyeswithanicesmile · 3 years

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Stupid fucking necklace.

tags: Angst, Character death, overall depressing, short but im proud of it. Swearing I think? yeah probably.

Being acquainted with a man who hates money like Dick Grayson was certainly a predicament, his constant complaints about his own luxurious home would make anyone doubt his sanity.

Whilst he was given quite a fortune by Bruce Wayne himself, he hadn’t ever felt accustomed to it, even forgetting he could afford certain items of indulgence.

However when he met you, suddenly his money had become fairly significant in terms of communication. Any time you had a rough day, he’d pay for your liquor, or give you a good Christmas gift that consisted of anything you would’ve wanted that year. He did this in order to deter from the fact the both of you had incredibly different lives. He fought crime in the matters of his own time, wanting to arise justice and prevent criminals from roaming the street. Whereas you fought for the same thing, but with more violent, messier methods.

On your third birthday that he had known you, his gift in particular stood out more than any other.

‘ You’re fucking kidding me Grayson- I can’t take that’ You almost exclaimed in disbelief, eliciting laughs and smiles from Rachel, Kory and Gar.

‘ Oh but you can- I got it made especially for you, your initials are on the back’ He insisted with a genuine smile that sent happiness to your heart. As a child, gifts hadn’t been significant to you, since your birthday was often dismissed or forgotten about by friends.

It was a silver pendant, gorgeous clear quartz crystals encrusted in the black boarder of the main crystal, seeing as though you never were much of a fan of overpriced diamonds.

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‘[Name]? [name]!’ Grayson called out in genuine fear, a large tower fire occurred downtown after you went there in order to prevent a mass murder, and Dick and the others wanted to ensure your safety.

‘ Are you alright? Where are you?’ Gar called out, hands cupping his mouth in order to elevate any calling he made.

They searched for you for around thirty minutes, Gar and Rachel crying at your lack of presence, and Kory sadly suggesting for Grayson to stop searching.

After almost giving up completely, Gar noticed a slight shine in the corner of his eye; deciding to run towards it impulsively.

It was your necklace. That stupid fucking necklace.

Gar screamed at the sight, realising the white-gloved hand where it laid upon was yours. The rest of your body seemed to be completely crushed under a large piece of scaffolding.

Due to Gar’s horrific screams of anguish, the others ran over to his position; Kory almost unable to look at the sight as she kept a grip on Rachels arm, not wanting her to observe your lifelessness.

Dick Grayson felt his heart stop in that moment, after all those years, arguments hell even physical altercations; this is how you met your demise. Under nothing but a piece of rubble and scaffolding, the necklace that once hung on your neck beautifully whilst you carried on with your day now placed almost completely shattered in your clothed hand.

For another time in his life, Grayson had felt emptier than he had before.

#dick grayson x reader #titans #comics #angst prompt #dc comics #nightwing x reader

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foureyeswithanicesmile · 3 years

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We meet again? Boy wonder.

tags: No smut, more or less fluff but not pathetic fluff, gender isnt specified because im nb and that would be hypocritical.

‘ My my, retired the robin attire Mr Grayson?’

Dick Grayson attempted to break himself out of the restraints he woke up in.

 An hour or so before, Dick Grayson was thoroughly enjoying a cup of whiskey, the amber liquid shining in the lights of his kitchen.

He done this often after your sudden disappearance, your apartment completely empty and your workplace haven’t heard much either.

Yet now, here you both were, him tied by rope onto one of his smaller chairs, trying to look at whoever had put him in such a situation.

‘ What? You don’t remember me now?’ You asked with a more deadpan tone, his eyes widening as he looked at you. You’ve certainly changed.

Unlike your original, loose fitting black ‘work’ attire which consisted of a long leather jacket, black doc martens and various gun holsters, you wore a tight-fitting white suit that also contained a hood which drooped over most of your forehead and maybe even your eyes.

‘ H-How did you get into my apartment?’ He wondered with furrowed brows, now deciding to not wriggle against his current restraints seeing as though it was only you.

Your question caused you to laugh, now removing the white mask that covered your mouth, even taking out your white eye contacts.

‘ Out of all the things you’d ask me after all these months- you ask about how I got here?’ You arched your brow as you spoke, finally making eye contact with Grayson after many months.

His lack of response had said enough, he was still fairly adamant to know how you got here. Understandable.

‘ You gave me a spare key when we first started talking more, insisted on me popping in to check on you’

‘ Yeah I meant check- not smoke up my house and tie me up’ he almost exclaimed, looking up at you as you stepped closer towards him.

‘ My my, we meet again boy wonder, you miss me at all?’ You asked with your signature smile, finally allowing yourself to be off guard seeing as though you left a broken bottle of whiskey right next to his chair.

‘ I’d be lying if i said i didn’t’ He admitted with a slight smile, his auburn eyes transfixed on you with admiration.

You carefully took your white brass-knuckled gloves off, revealing the new scars that decorated your fingers, causing Grayson’s eyes to widen.

‘ What happened? and could you get me out of these restraints for god sake?’ He inquired, both eager and concerned. Willingly, you cut him out of the multiple ropes you tied him in.

‘ Sorry about the ropes boy wonder, I wanted to surprise you’

‘ You certainly did’

Once Grayson was fully released, he aggressively pushed you into him, hugging you with a breath of relief.

‘ I thought you fucking died’ He admitted, your mouth curling into a slight smirk as you bit your lip at his words.

‘So you really did miss me, I mean I was told you even came to my work place Grayson’ You relayed to him, his eyes averting from yours in embarrassment.

Not listening to any muttering he may have shared, you slowly walked around his house, observing the pictures he had placed around his house, eventually getting up to a large board about your disappearance.

‘ Went all FBI on me? Jesus you could’ve just waited’ You almost laughed, leaning back on your leg as you crossed your arms, Dick Grayson eventually walking towards the board in referral.

Scanning the board diligently, you came across the various ‘villains’ and anti heroes you’ve ever come across in your career- post it notes with words in annotations surrounding their pictures.

‘ Did you interrogate all of these guys? Do you want me killed?’ You asked, turning to his direction, his posture almost nonchalant at your questions/complaints.

‘ It was a last resort’ He admitted, causing you to role your eyes before going back to his half drank glass of whiskey.

‘ What’s the drink for? I was just gonna sleep on your couch to surprise you but I saw you were awake- mind telling me what you were doing?’, Your words caused Grayson’s eyes to wonder around vigorously, almost as if he was dreading the question.

‘ Thinking’ He answered dismissing any excess discussion, in which you continued regardless.

‘ About what? you know you can talk to me Grayson’, your face softened, an expression that Grayson hadn’t gotten the privilege to see in what seemed like forever.

‘ I was thinking of you’

‘ As you do.’

‘ I thought you were in serious shit, and by the look of your eye-bags and scarred knuckles you clearly have been’ He stated, taking his hand in yours in order to look at the scars dusted across them.

‘ Had some unfinished business’

You removed your hand from his, opening the lid to a bottle of red wine.

‘ In Gotham’ You added on before taking a swig of wine; not caring enough to pour it into a glass. Grayson was displeased by your words, eyes narrowing in slight disappointment.

‘ What? with who?’ Grayson asked with almost wide eyes, hands now placing themselves on his hips.

‘ You aren’t going to like what I’m saying, and I’m letting you know that it was because I had to’ You disclaimed, tone breathy as you built courage to say the name.

‘ I don’t care- just who?’ Dick asked with furrowed brows, curiosity occupying him.

‘ Deadshot’ You spoke with a sigh, eyes closing as Grayson began to speak.

‘ What? Do you know how dangerous that man is? Are you asking to be killed?’ He whisper shouted due to the time at night.

‘ It was his daughter okay, she was in danger and I owed him a few favours’ You excused, hearing an almost disappointed sigh.

‘ Listen, as long as you’re alright and have no loose ends- you’re okay’

‘ About that- I may or may not had been arrested at some point’

Grayson’s eyes widened, if it wasn’t for the time he would’ve shouted his head off; but you could already tell that he was fucking pissed.

‘ I know I know it was only for interfering with evidence alright God- It’s why I was out for so long and so off radar’ You admitted, now taking your nth swig of wine.

‘ I could’ve bailed you out’ He spoke confidently, surprised at your un-caring response.

‘ No need, Mr Bruce did that for me’ You admitted again, Graysons eyes widening more than you thought was possible.

‘ What?? Is it on your record?’ He asked almost fully pissed off, his longing for you almost sugarcoating the severity of his tone.

‘ Nope, didn’t have the chance to install it before Mr Wayne came to my rescue’ You answered, tone slightly impressed.

‘ So that’s where you got the suit? Alfred whip that one up for you?’ He asked, eyes scanning you up and down in which you grabbed his shoulder tightly and said;

‘ I know you like it, and yeah he did’ You answered in a low tone, looking down at yourself even more impressed than when you first got it.

‘ Fairly impractical for a vigilante like you, don’t you think?’ He asked, brows contorted in both amusement and confusion.

‘ Right, also about that- I’m off that kinda shit now, thought i’d take up your offer about helping you and the others out’

And with that, Nightwing’s face almost lit up like a flashlight, a genuine smile painted across his face.

‘ You’re fucking with me’ He almost shouted, you having to cover his mouth as you nodded.

You hadn’t expected Grayson to be as happy as he was, let alone even keep you here for as long as he was.

Realising his boyish excitement, he coughed to recollect himself.

‘ So could you explain the scars on your hand?’ He asked, now confidently taking your hand in his and holding it up to his face.

‘ Got into a bad bad bar fight, little did i know the guy had a knife’

Truth be told, you had no clue of the pocket knife in that man’s hand.

After a few moments of observation, Grayson raised his hand in order to lower your hood, your eyes narrowing at the contact.

‘ What on earth are you doing’

Unlike the last time Grayson saw you, your hair was a redder tint that suited you more than he anticipated.

‘ Nice hair’

‘ Why thank you.’

With a swallow, you observed the time on the clock in his dining room, now deciding to leave.

‘ It’s getting late, I should probably get myself to the motel downtown’ You dismissed, now collecting all your belongings from his couch and countertop.

As you began to leave, Grayson decided against letting you go, now stopping you by pushing on the door, leaving you no choice but to turn around.

However when you did finally pivot to face him, his expression was almost disheartened.

‘ Don’t think you’re leaving to some shitty motel, not tonight’

‘ So where would you rather me stay? back in Gotham?’

‘ Stay here. With me’

And you did just that.

A/n: if theres anything specific anyone may want let me know because summer break is so damn boring

#dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #comics #dc comics #idk what im doing #i tried

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foureyeswithanicesmile · 3 years

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{Part two}

Gender of reader isn’t specified :)

Quote:

‘ Grayson? Grayson oh my god.’

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It was a late night in the city of San Francisco; summer air contrasting with the darker sky as everyone went about their night. All except you.

You had waited for Dick Grayson, who went from your enemy to a little more than a friend, in his apartment in order for him to see you after work; To thank him for two nights ago since he saved your ass from bleeding out.

But Dick Grayson was supposed to be back an hour ago.

Maybe he was just side tracked? He did have to check up on Rachel and Kory after all.

Another hour passed and you grew slightly anxious, debated calling him after strings of half-angry half-worried messages and voice notes were sent from your phone.

What if he just forgot? Grayson’s a busy boy he always is doing something he shouldn’t.

However, he did undress you, dressed you and asked you to kiss him; thats not something you walk away from everyday without any strings attached.

Studying the hours diligently, you began to pace up and down his apartment, worry and almost frustration coursing through you.

Where was Dick Grayson? He would’ve at least sent sarcastic message to say he was running late; but the lack of engagement was concerning.

Another hour had passed before you said ‘ fuck it’, grabbing your almost retired vigilante gear and your hand gun from your bag. Some may ask why you had a gun in your bag when you were only going to see a friend, but it’s because shit like this happens.

‘ Alright Dick Grayson- lets hope you aren’t dying somewhere.’

The adrenaline you got from jumping from scaffolding and strangers’ rooftops was exhilarating; almost to the point where you forgot what you came for. Who you came for.

‘ Dick?’ You called out, even going as far as dangling yourself over buildings to whisper shout his name into any alleyways.

Still nothing.

‘ Oh fuck it’

You sighed, pulling out your phone in order to track him.

Whilst you regretted tracking many members of your company, if Dick was in trouble he wouldn’t exactly be too mad; besides, he’s done the same to you plenty of times.

‘ All the way in the nightclub alleyway? Did this fuckhead leave me to get drunk? i’m gonna kick his head in I swear to God’ You swore to yourself, stealthily making your way to the nearest and invisible rooftop by Dick Grayson’s location.

‘ Alright- where are you huh?’ You trailed off, observing the ground with your scoped gun.

After what seemed forever to look for; you noticed brunette hair sticking out from the outside of the club.

Club was empty. You realised, all the lights eerily unlit as you approached it.

With your pistol in your hand carefully, you dropped yourself in the alleyway, calling out Dick’s name one more time.

‘ Grayson? Where the fuck are you?’ You exclaimed again, walking in the dark confused and almost creeped out.

You believed all hope was lost until a voice spoke brokenly from the corner; the tone immediately catching your attention.

‘ Grayson?? Grayson? oh my god’

And there he was, Dick Grayson in the flesh, bloody nose and half conscious. Confusedly, you sprinted over to him, dropping onto your knees without your regular concern of hurting your knees on the gravel.

‘ Grayson? Grayson what the fuck happened??’ You asked, attempting to keep calm.

Grayson was unresponsive; only seemed to be muttering almost indecipherable phrases.

‘ Get me home’ You finally heard him mutter into your ear, the request causing you to shoot up from your position with him in your arms; limping as he barely managed to stroll along.

‘ It’s alright Grayson we’re gonna get you out of here alright- I’m gonna take you home and you can explain to me’

You weren’t the ‘comforting’ type; i mean when you first met Rachel you almost chewed her out when you discovered her lack of power control.

Everything seemed to be going good, Dick actually fighting in order to get himself home whilst leaning on you; surprised at your own upper body strength.

‘ Alright Grayson can you hear me?’ You inquired, looking in his beaten-up direction with a concerned look under your mask.

‘I-I’m not sure’ Grayson stuttered uncomfortably, falling onto you so that he almost compressed you into the alleyway wall; now completely unconscious.

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‘ Shit’ Grayson groaned as he sat up slowly; attempting to regather the previous events.

‘ You’re awake- thought you died on me back there you dickhead’ He heard you speak, beginning to turn his head around frequently to catch you in his peripheral vision.

‘ H-How did we get back?’ He asked dizzily, brows furrowing quickly as his headache hit him like a truck, relieved when you handed him an aspirin, water and an egg omelet.

‘ Called Alfred on your phone- don’t worry he isn’t telling Batman shit about this’, you assured, standing in front of his blurry view.

‘ Care to explain what the hell happened boy wonder? I waited for you for ages’ You attempted to complain; words distorted by gathering concern and curiosity.

‘ It was nothing, just unfinished business’ He dismissed, causing your eyes to roll melodramatically whilst he took his aspirin.

‘ Unfinished my ass, I almost dragged your ass back home by the hair’ You remembered, sitting on the end of the couch he laid on; carefully avoiding sitting on his legs.

‘So you took me home and stripped me into my boxers?’ His face screamed sarcasm, your eyes rolling out of embarrassment.

‘ You were beaten up pretty badly, had to make sure there wasn’t any excess bruising or any open wounds’

‘ Mhm, you sure that was all you did that for?’ He asked, a smirk on his visually appealing face.

‘ Oh shut it Dick-head, you did the same around three days ago’

‘ With your consent- in fact I remember you asking’ He teased back once more, sitting up so his arms rested on his knees.

‘ Like you asked to kiss me, Grayson?’ You rekindled, chuckling into your hand when you studied his now flustered expression.

‘ I’m fucking with you- I’d kiss me too’ You smiled, getting up from the couch in order to move closer to him. The lack of distance almost startled Dick Grayson, your eyes transfixed on his face. Out of embarrassment, he decided to look down, only to realise the way his shirts hung low on your chest; causing him to cough and avert his eyes the wall.

Your thumb grazed against the purple bruise painted across his cheek, his eyes now joining yours. With a mischievous smile, you applied a harsh pressure on the bruise with your thumb, Dick Grayson now grabbing your hand from his face.

‘ What the hell? Thought you were supposed to nurse me to health not make it worse’ His face scrunched as he proclaimed, you deciding against removing your hand from his grasp.

‘ Well you did dig your thumbs into my hip’ You recalled to Grayson with a smile, his face contorting into a look of defeat.

‘ Okay maybe you’re right’He admitted with a genuine small smile, going silent when he realised the look you were giving him.

Your curly hair dropped onto your face in a way that accentuated your features. Lips parted similar to how his were when he asked to kiss you not too long ago. Eyes narrow and almost sharp, staring into his with an indecipherable look in them.

In that moment, Dick Grayson realised he still had his grip on your hand, which only tightened slightly during the eye contact.

Yet you hadn’t seemed to mind, and he was well aware of that fact.

The gap began to close, your lips only barely grazing his.

‘ Leave me at your apartment like that again and i’ll have a one night stand on your own bed- you understand?’ You threatened with a whisper, leaving the brunette only able to exhale.

‘ As long as it’s with me’.

And before you knew it, your lips were pressed against his almost desperately, your hands tightly laced in his hair whilst his only rested on your sides.

After a few tension filled moments, you pulled away with a slight laugh, your hands eventually dropping down to his shoulders.

‘ Listen I-‘

You didn’t wanna hear what he had to say, whilst he was a pretty great guy with a really pretty face you weren’t the type for long emotional conversations.

‘ Yeah yeah I know I’m great and I’m hot and you want me to stop doing the shit I do- but thanks to you always getting into trouble that involves me having to save you- I’ve basically retired.’ You refocused, his mouth almost agape as you took the words out of his mouth.

‘ Sorry Dick, but a few kisses aren’t going to magically convert me’

His face dropped as you spoke; now believing that you were going to leave frustratedly.

‘ Yet. I like your group alright, Kory, Rachel, Gar- you have quite the company, I’ll stay if you lend me a favour’

‘ That favour being?’ He asked, his body language changing into its original sophisticated manor.

‘ As much as I hate to ask- But I gotta stay in this apartment’

His brows scrunched in confusion; which you mistook for disagreement.

With a shrug of your arms and a sigh of defeat, you stood from your seat and began gathering your belongings.

‘ Wait- you can stay that’s not an issue- but why?’ He wondered audibly, looking up at you with a perplexed expression.

‘ Simple, got my apartment trashed’ You shrugged off, Grayson now sitting up out of concern.

‘ When? Why?’ He asked, unaware of the living conditions you were now in.

‘ After those guys beat the shit out of me, they saw me scramble into my apartment before I came over- so when I came back the evening after…. It was nothing more than a destroyed flat’.

Whilst the news was stressful and worrying, Grayson was almost confused by your blank expression.

‘ And you didn’t call? I would’ve came over with Kory and the others and let you stay-‘

‘ I don’t always need to report to you Dick, I can handle shit perfectly fine’ You interrupted, a furrow to your brow.

Your sentence caused Grayson’s brows to furrow, he did care about you even if it was only ever discovered when you stumbled on his doorstep.

‘ But I understand that you care- and I appreciate that you care- even if you’re an asshole’ You joked, the laugh coming off more as a happy exhale.

‘ You can stay, alright?’ He finalised, his eyes looking up at you once more.

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LMFAOO typical ff because i’m a sucker for repetitive tropes

Summary: Whilst you and Grayson had a relationship more rocky than the shore, things changed when you showed up in his apartment in desperate need.

‘ Who did this to you?’

It was a cold, wet and late San Francisco night, Dick Grayson had spent another night thinking about ways he could get you to stop being a vigilante; or at least one who kills.

The thoughts of you pondered in his mind as he took another sip of his tequila, the low pitched humming from his TV reminding him of Rachel sleeping in his guest room.

For a good number of moments, Grayson had thought of trying to get some sleep, unwanting to feel lethargic in the morning.

knock knock knock

Who could be knocking at this hour he thought, not moving until the knocks turned into desperate bangs on the apartment door.

‘ Alright Alright’ He whisper shouted, frustration slightly overtaking his tone.

With an almost pissed off face, he opened the door to you.

You were drenched wet, leaning on the doorframe as your breath ripped through the air; ragged and almost painful.

Almost immediately, Grayson’s face dropped from frustration to utter concern; quickly ushering you inside, even allowing you to lean on him before he got you a chair.

‘ What the fuck happened?’ He asked, growing both anger and concern as you hadn’t answered, your face only desperate.

Your hands clutched your side as you winced, Grayson almost running to fetch medical supplies.

……..

‘ Who did this to you?’ he asked, voice stern whilst his face attempted to keep composure.

‘ Don’t f-fucking worry Dick, It’s okay I was just caught off-‘

‘ I want names’ He interrupted, undoing your shirt in order to inspect your wounds.

On a regular day, you would’ve told him to go fuck himself and recoil at his touch, but right now, you had no other idea as to what to do or who to tell.

Except him.

‘ I-I was stopping these guys- from trying to’ You went silent, accidentally gripping Graysons hand as he disinfected your wound; a touch he didn’t seem to mind.

‘Trying to?’

Your silence and swallow told him everything he needed to know; him only assuming the worse.

‘ You?? I swear to God if they tried to touch you-‘

‘ Not me, they tried to murder a kid’ The sentence itself disgusted you, even feeling as if you were going to vomit.

Graysons face looked up at yours, his face almost comforting and empathetic, different to his always sarcastic or serious expressions.

And just like how you saw his expression different than usual, he saw yours.

Unlike your constant shit eating grin or heavy furrowed brows, your face was vastly different as well.

Your eyes were wide with shock, lips slightly parted as excess rain water dripped off your lips and lashes.

In other words; you looked so woeful yet so gorgeous.

Your breaths became more ragged as Grayson began bandaging your hip, looking up at you almost as if he wanted to ask a question.

And he did.

‘ Lift your hips for me’

Well, it was more of a request than a question but either way; you quite enjoyed the request.

Attentively, you rose your hips, the wound almost threatening to make you fall.

Before Grayson re did your shirt buttons, he placed his two hands on your hips softly.

‘ If I press down like this- does it hurt?’ He asked, applying slight pressure to his thumbs in order to determine the severity of your injury.

The contact caused you to gasp, biting your lip in utter discomfort.

‘ Go fuck yourself for that Grayson’ You attempted to snap, tone faltering as he traced his warmer hands up your sides, contemplating what to do.

‘ You can’t wear that- it’ll make you uncomfortable-ruin my floor and risk giving you the flu’ Dick affirmed, eventually getting up from his position.

‘ So- fuck- Would you rather me sleep in my underwear?’ You winced, the pain leaving you unable to even initiate eye contact.

‘ Who said you were going to sleep anytime soon? Number one you can wear one of my spare pyjamas and number two you show up at my apartment with wounds telling me about-‘

He silenced himself when he saw you bite your lip; deciding not to rekindle that incident just yet.

He sighed.

‘ Whatever happened then- you can at least tell me what they did to you’ he sighed once again, eventually looking up at you with hope for a regular response.

‘ Grayson listen I’ll tell you what you want to hear okay- just let me stay here I’ll sleep on the fucking floor if that gets you off’ You almost spat; your signature snappy tone coming up short as your desperation outshone it.

Graysons eyes widened as he heard you speak, even suggesting that he’d make you sleep on the floor slightly saddening him.

Silence filled the room before Grayson went to his room, grabbing a spare black vest and plaid pyjama pants from his drawers.

‘ I’ll turn around.’ He sighed again in a quieter pitch, hearing you struggle to remove your own clothes.

‘ I’m sorry Gray’

That was unlike you.

‘ Could you- god i’m going to kill you if you ever mention this again- help me put them on? My back and hip are fucked here’ You requested, deciding to finish your plead with a chuckle in order to mask any embarrassment.

‘ Are you- sure?’ He asked, not turning around to look at you just yet.

‘ God Grayson hurry up before I fucking freeze to death’ You complained again, Grayson now turning to see you.

Clothes dishevelled.

belt undone.

If Grayson hadn’t known any better, he would’ve stood there and stared at you; but in this case that would be less than appropriate.

With a cough of dismissal, Grayson began to undo your shirt buttons, revealing the black bra you wore underneath.

Dick noticed your chest heave heavily as his hands brushed against your skin, cocking his head up to look at you.

‘ Is this okay? Can I keep going or do you want me to leave you be’ He asked innocently, auburn eyes shining in his dim kitchen light as he asked.

‘ It’s okay- just cold’

That was a lie, in all honesty you had no issues with Grayson taking your clothes off; even if the both of you traded constant insults and lectures every so often and went as far as to barely communicate.

The way he peered up at you, occasionally slowing his movements down more in order to disguise any eagerness this situation may bring him.

After he got your shirt off, he stared at you in contemplation.

Would complimenting you be too in-excessive?

Would trying to kiss you in order to calm you down be too far?

‘ Can I?’ He asked referring to your black sweatpants, surprised at your lack of protective gear.

‘ just- hurry it up Grayson’

Even with your demand, no malice, animosity or frustration laced your voice.

‘ Okay, slip into these for me’ He requested, helping you put on the plaid pants he supplied for you, allowing you to use his shoulders as support.

After that was over and done with, he slipped on the black fitted vest, which was big enough for there to be evident cleavage; which he hadn’t seemed to mind.

‘ Thank you’ You spoke genuinely, the atmosphere becoming less chaotic, rather sensual and endearing even.

‘ I can sleep on the cou-‘

‘ Can I kiss you?’ He asked abruptly, his face almost wincing in regret when he observed the way your lips parted.

Both silence and thick tension filled the air, Grayson thought he fucked it up and you were going to leave.

Yet he was surprised when you leaned in slightly, softly pressing your lips on his.

‘ Do you mind If I stay on the couch?’ You whispered onto his lips, your lower voice causing him to nod quietly, his eyes partially closing.

‘ As long as I can stay with you’ He assured, your face attempting to return to its original snarky one.

‘ Why? To watch me sleep and film me or some shit?’ You asked, attempting to walk over to the couch before tumbling.

Your sudden trip caused Grayson to walk towards you, assisting you on your way to the couch.

‘ I’ll tell you everything in the morning.’

#dick grayson x reader #dc comics #batfam #dont judge pls

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