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The Bird Who Fell In Love With A Spider – Alternative Universe (Dick Grayson x f!Spiderwoman!Reader)

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(Y/N) (L/N), known as the Spiderwoman from another universe, found herself in an unexpected adventure yet again. A dimensional mishap during a fierce battle transported her into an unfamiliar world – a world where she crossed paths with the masked vigilante, Nightwing.

Slowly, she starts to like this universe, even though she has to find a way back to her universe. But will she go back or stay in Blüdhaven at the side of her new friend, Dick Grayson, who she has a crush on? Idea/request: ao3: Iauny_poppies: "I would love to see vigilante reader x Nightwing heheheheheeh"

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They thought that it would be a normal day…

The vigilante named Nightwing, fought in a dark alley against a few criminals. Punches and kicks were thrown and bullets being dodged. His mind focused on the fight, not noticing a strange orange colored portal appearing nearby and through this portal jumped out the one and only friendly neighborhood Spiderwoman.

With a small gasp, she landed safely on her feet, surprised by what just has happened. Just a few seconds ago, (Y/N), also known as Spiderwoman, swung through the bustling streets of her own universe, engaging in a fierce battle against a strange bearded wizard. But now, disoriented and surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings, she found herself standing on a dimly lit alleyway. “Why does this day get weirder and weirder?” She huffed to herself, before she heard a scream.

The masked Spider ducked, walking sneakily towards the corner and watched a masked vigilante kicking another guy so hard, that the guy fell into a trash bin, making her chuckle at the criminal that lied there unconscious and banana peel on his face.

The small noise of the stranger startled Nightwing and when he turned his head to the direction, he heard it coming from, his eyes met hers.

Two butt-kicking vigilantes stared at each other, until Spiderwoman saw one of the criminals raise his hand, holding a dark gun in it. She stepped closer, shooting her web to the old criminal and catching his gun. With it, she threw it at the head of another one, before she gracefully swung to the crowd and defeated them with ease.

Nightwing couldn't resist throwing in a few cheeky lines amid the chaos, while he punched another guy in the face. “Web-slinging into my city, huh? Hope you have a permit for that.” He quipped, a smirk playing on his lips.

(Y/N) snorted, holding the fist of the criminal in front of her, who gasped in shock at her strength. “I left it in my place, sorry. Hope you don't mind the visit.”

They continued their fight and banter, until the last one fell and the vigilantes hearted the sirens of the police cars getting closer. Spiderwoman swung up on a rooftop, escaping the sight of the police and behind her was the tall man, she had talked with.

“Thanks.” He said and nodded towards the direction of the police cars. “No big deal. It’s part of the job. Uhh… And… It's not every day I get to crash a superhero party.” She shrugged her shoulders and leaned towards the fence of the large rooftop they were standing on. It was a beautiful sight and it felt… nostalgic? As if she has seen this sight before. But she never has been here. This city was unknown. It was different and mysterious.

It felt like… yeah, maybe she really was in another universe, just like that crazy wizard wanted to teleport her to.

A playful smile played on Nightwing’s lips. “So, what do we have here now? A spider spinning her webs in my city?”

“Looks like your city just got a little more exciting… Uhm…” She looked down on his chest to see a blue emblem, but not figuring out how she could call him.

He chuckled. “Nightwing. And you must be…?” – “Spiderwoman.”

The dark-haired man laughed loudly at the name. “Very creative.” You shrugged your shoulders, grinning under your mask.

“Hey, that’s how many people call me.” Spiderwoman laughed as well, glancing from Nightwing up to the bright shining stars at the sky.

Nightwing tried to calm himself and cleared his throat. “So, where are you from?”

The (h/c) woman smiled at him, knowing that he couldn’t read her facial expressions due to her mask. "From another universe." His eyebrows shot up in shock and he couldn’t form out any words, but she ignored it. “Yeah… A crazy wizard used a spell and now I’m stuck here. I should be in my universe and fight crime there… But now I’m here…” The young vigilante whispered under her breath, eyeing her own hands.

“Well…” She finally heard the man speak up after a couple of awkward minutes of silent. “… Blüdhaven is quite a great place. We have a great coffee shop around the corner, great rooftops. A few criminals that need their asses getting kicked and also…” He points at himself, smirking at the lovely woman.

Her cheeks turned red, burning at his charming expression before Spiderwoman let out a small giggle and bumped into him lightly with her shoulder.

“Yeah… Maybe it won’t be that bad.”

As they stood there, leaned against the rooftop ledge, their bodies almost touching, sharing stories of their respective universes and some other ones, they started to enjoy their time together. They find common ground in the struggles of maintaining a double life.

Minutes and hours have passed. The sun rose and they parted their ways.

Nightwing had to go back to his place and live his life. A life that Spiderwoman haven’t known, as they haven’t shared any personal information and (Y/N), she found later on an apartment and a job. A job as a journalist for Blüdhaven Bulletin. Thanks to her powers, her job was quite easy.

Time flew so fast and only one thing has changed for Nightwing and Spiderwoman. Their feelings for each other. Every night, he had met her and they fought against some criminals together, spending time at rooftops and even drank some drinks, having banters, laugher and even a few pickup lines thrown around.

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Nightwing swung from rooftop to rooftop at night. His eyes scanned the city, trying to find any signs of trouble. Meanwhile, (Y/N), moved through the streets of Blüdhaven with her camera, full of hopes to find something for her job.

But suddenly (Y/N)'s heightened senses tingled. Danger was nearby, and her instincts guided her toward an alley. She ran towards it, no plan in head. To her surprise, Nightwing found himself outnumbered, facing a threat stronger than himself.

(Y/N) clenched her teeth and jumped into action without a second thought. She pulled her hood up, hiding her face. If only she hasn’t forgotten her mask on this day!

Her agile movements and web-slinging skills became useful. Punches, webs and a few amazing kicks were thrown until (Y/N) turned around. She tried to hide her face, but Nightwing was faster. He saw a glimpse of her face and grabbed her by the wrist. She suddenly felt herself being pulled up onto a rooftop.

“Thanks.” He mumbled, standing next to her. “No problem.” She whispered, her back facing him.

Nightwing grabbed her wrist again, turning her around so she will face him and with his other hand, he took of his mask, as a sign of gratitude and trust, exposing his face. She gasped, not knowing what to do and closed her eyes. “You don’t have to do it, Nightwing.”

He slowly touched her cheek, a smile on his lips. “I know. But I want to.”

And that’s how the vigilantes have finally seen the others face, before they revealed their identities and phone numbers.

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Days turned into nights, and their connection deepened. Coffee shops became heaven for Dick and (Y/N) during their off-duty hours. The masks were set aside, allowing them to normal conversations.

They loved spending their days together at different places like coffee shops or even the carnival and amusement park. Having fun at so many civilian activities, while they held each other’s hands, pulling the other one to get cotton candy and hotdogs. They even went to a circus show. It was one of Dick’s favorite days, as he watched the elephants and laughed with (Y/N) at the antics of the clowns. The black-haired man had a feeling that his heart stopped beating, when he saw her grinning oh so brightly at the show. Something that he always has loved. It was always lovely to see ones past intertwine with their present and seeing (Y/N) in his present, made him happier than he already was. The thrill of rides created wonderful memories, that the two vigilantes still love to think about.

However, the week took an unexpected turn.

(Y/N) has waited on a rooftop, phone in hand and pacing around impatiently. She was waiting for Nightwing the whole day and he still hasn’t shown up. Usually, he would text her, but no text message has reached her.

But this couldn’t stop her. She worried about him a bit too much, so she did what any Spider-person would do and hacked into his phone to track down the place he currently was and it was… A warehouse? “What the hell are you doing there, Dick?”

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“He knew that it was stupid to do this alone and now no one can reach out to him.” A fist collided onto a table. “Master Bruce, please calm down. Nothing bad will happen. Oracle is tracking them down and Red Hood and Red Robin are on their way to Master Dick.”

Bruce shook his head. If only he could go with them, but Gotham needed Batman and Robin. They couldn’t leave the city right now. “Father, don’t worry. Grayson might be an idiot, but he will survive it.” Said a familiar voice. Damian Wayne. His son.

“You are hurt, so lean down, Father.” He pointed at Bruce’s broken leg and then at the lonely chair that stood there in the Batcave. His father nodded, sighing before he sat down, still angry at the whole situation.

And in the meantime, Red Hood kicked a man down, chuckling at his brother. “Sooo, Dick. You looking good there.”

He crossed his arm, smirking under his mask at his brother, who sat on a chair, tied with handcuffs and chains on a chair. “I’m sure that I look better with these things off of me.” He scoffed, making Red Hood laugh louder, while Red Robin defeated a few other criminals.

“Hey, I need some help here, Red Hood. Take care of him later. He is probably safer there on his throne.” The younger brother yelled towards them, making Dick roll his blue eyes and Red Hood nearly rolling on the ground and wheezing at them.

A man suddenly fell and before his back could touch the ground, a web spined around him and he was glued to the wall upside-down. “Don’t worry, I’m there.” All three brothers turned their heads up, seeing a masked woman.

With elegance and finesse, she jumped down, stopping a few men, while the two younger brothers stood there in shock. Who was that woman?

“Hey, Spiderwoman.” They heard Dick say, a grin plastered on his lips and eyes twinkling in adoration at the vigilante.

All the criminals were either lying on the ground or webbed on walls. Red Robin walked to Spiderwoman, thanking her and even shaking her hand, before he introduced himself, while Red Hood crossed his arms over his chest, standing next to the tied-up Dick. “Damn… She’s cool.” Dick’s gaze moved from the little scene of his brother and crush to his other one. Jealous, he muttered. “She’s taken.”

It wasn’t true, but Jason shouldn’t know that…

“Fuck… Really?” He grumbled to himself and walking away, leaving Dick on the chair, as he yelled at them for being idiots and not helping him out of there, but thank goodness that Spiderwoman was there, because she helped him out. Well… After she let out a few jokes and teasing comments at his situation.

Dick cleared his throat, glancing at Spiderwoman. “You know, Spiderwoman, I think I owe you one.”

The vigilante smirked. “Oh, I can think of a few ways you could repay me.”

Their playful banter was interrupted by two men coughing. Dick and (Y/N) looked at the younger men. “Sorry.” They both apologized. They shared a knowing glance, their unspoken desires hanging in the air. It was like a dance. A dance they knew all too well - one of flirtation, attraction, and a shared understanding.

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Nightwing and Spiderwoman sat in comfortable silence on a ledge of a rooftop. The city's heartbeat echoed in the distance.

“Have you ever wondered...” Dick began, his voice thoughtful, “about the other universes? The ones where we might not be vigilantes and live different lives.”

Her (e/c) eyes moved to him. “Yeah, sometimes. It's strange to think about all the possibilities. I bet there's a universe out there where I'm a circus performer, and you're a renowned journalist.”

Dick laughed. “Shouldn’t I be the circus performer?” She chuckled, “Hey, we were talking about other universes, right? There could be a chance of me being one!”

Her friend and crush, glanced between you and the street lights. “Or maybe, where I’m the vigilante and you an investigative journalist. Writing thousands of amazing headlines, while I’m beating up some people.”

“Sounds like one amazing universe…” She whispered, leaning her head on his shoulder, watching the stars now.

“I think, in every universe, I'd still find you. You'd still be the one who catches my eye in a crowded room. The one who I feel so connected with. It's like... fate.”

(Y/N)'s expression mirrored his seriousness. “Maybe it is. Maybe we're destined to find each other.”

“Destined or not,” Dick whispered, “I'm glad we found each other in this universe. I wouldn't want it any other way.”

She leaned back, eyes meeting his ocean blue orbs. “Me too.”

Their hands slowly moved, touching each other, just like their lips. A soft kiss, shared by two star-crossed lovers on a rooftop. And their love story…? Well…

Their love story echoed across universes, as the two were indeed lovers in so many universes.

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Moonlit Meetings, Conversations And A Promise (Dick Grayson x f!Reader)

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Nightwing meets the Reader on a rooftop, talking and joking around with her, while watching the stars. Their second encounter turns to one of many others. And in the meantime, Reader meets Officer Dick Grayson and falls in love with him, not knowing that him - Nightwing - starts falling head over heels in love with her as well.

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(Y/N) always thought of Blüdhaven to be boring, but when she met a certain black-haired vigilante that saved her live in a dark warehouse, the investigative journalist changed her mind. The city was better than she had expected.

But there was one thing that she always had loved. Even before meeting Nightwing or the interesting officer. It was the night sky.

Every night, the (h/c) woman climbed fire stairs of her apartment up, to sit on the rooftop, watching the bright stars that shined up in the dark night sky. A beautiful sight.

And like every day and night, the city of Blüdhaven continued its restless rhythm, just like the journalist, who found herself drawn to the rooftop.

As the moon cast its glow, Nightwing descended gracefully, drawn to the figure on the rooftop. The sound of his boots landing softly on the concrete alerted (Y/N) to his presence. It has been a week since they have met. She turned slowly, but offered a warm smile, when she noticed the vigilante.

“Hey, Nightwing. What brings you here?” she asked, the stars reflected in her (e/c) eyes.

“Just checking in on my favorite investigative journalist,” Nightwing replied with a playful smirk that graced his lips.

(Y/N) chuckled, “Flattery will get you everywhere, but be careful. You might give Clark Kent a run for his money in the charm department.”

The man in front of you only raised his eyebrow, smirk still on its place, before he shook his head. You only turned back to the stars, watching them and hearing the footsteps of the vigilante, who stood now next to you. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just needed some fresh air aaand….” You pointed to the streets. “… for this. The view is just wonderful.” He nodded, leaning on the fences of the rooftop. “How are you doing, Knight-In-Tight-Spandex?” Nightwing couldn’t stop himself, as he laughed at his new nickname. “Really?” You only shrugged your shoulders, smiling to yourself.

“Well… I’m tired.” You only hummed, knowing that feeling to well to be so damn tired. After all, you were always tired due to your job, but you loved it and would never give it up so easily. Just like the man next to you. “A coffee could help.”

The blackhead only nodded, “Yeah. I might need to get one as soon as possible. Gotta go… See ya, journalist.” – “It’s (Y/N). And bye, Sir Spandex.”

You watched him jump down and swinging through the lighted streets, while you smiled at him, not knowing that this little encounter was one of many others.

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You sipped on your hot beverage, nearly burning your tongue as you were too impatient to wait for it to get colder. You walked past a couple, nearly bumping into them, but you were stubborn and didn’t gave up your beverage and your notepad that you held tightly in your fists. Your steps got faster and faster, just wanting to reach the place and here you were.

The newest crime scene of Blüdhaven.

And there were a bunch of cops and of course more journalists. Great.

With a sigh, you tried to squeeze yourself through the large crowd that has gathered in front of the place. All of them wanted to know what was has happened. Just like you were. But perhaps you were too weak or these tall damn idiots were too strong, as you couldn’t get too far into the crowd. Your fingers went through your hair, messing them up, but not caring at all, while your gaze moved around until you found a small gap, far away from everyone.

Sneakily, you tried to walk to the gap, until you heard someone clearing their throat. You turned around, eyes moving from a chest up to the person’s face to only notice him. The officer that you met last week! “Long time no see, (L/N).” He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Nervously, you scratched your neck, letting out a small laugher. “Heeey, there… Uhmm…” – “Officer Dick Grayson.”

Now you finally had a name for this handsome face.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N) from the Blüdhaven Bulletin.” You raised your arm, shaking his hand as he nodded his head, already knowing you due to your big headline. “Uhm right… You already know me.”

He shook his head, chuckling at you. The sun dipped on him, making him look so much more attractive than he already was. Damn…

“So,” He started while glancing into your eyes with his beautiful ocean blue eyes, “when are you going to interview Nightwing? I’m already excited to read more of your work.” He leaned now on a wall, closing the small gap that you wanted to use.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “I'm not sure he's the interview type. Besides, he's a bit… elusive?”

Dick grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You might be surprised. He's got a soft spot for determined journalists.”

Determined… That’s what you were indeed. He surely wasn’t the first one to describe you as determined.

Their eyes met, and smiles blossomed on their faces. The world around them seemed to fade into the background as they engaged in easy banter, laughing and joking as if they had known each other for years. The chemistry between them was undeniable, forging a connection that defied explanation.

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Days turned into weeks, and your encounters with the police officer Dick Grayson became more frequent. You'd bump into him at crime scenes, exchange banter, and slowly, a connection formed. He admired your determination, your refusal to back down, and you found solace in his easygoing nature.

And at nights, on your lovely and chill rooftop, you would meet up with Nightwing. The joking vigilante, that loved to tease you, while you sipped on your hot drinks. And the masked man would drink the coffee you would make in your apartment for him. It had become a routine for her to bring him a cup of coffee, a gesture of friendship and an excuse to spend more time together. (Y/N) often found herself meeting Nightwing even when she was clad in her pajamas and messy hair, her vulnerability laid bare. The vigilante would chuckle, appreciating her carefree nature and admiring her even more for her willingness to be herself around him.

As many nights unfolded, you and Nightwing shared stories, dreams, and laughter.

Little did you know that beneath the mask, Dick Grayson harbored a secret of his own. More than just one…

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Small POV change…

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As their friendship grew deeper, the more felt Dick conflicted. He had always been drawn to Batgirl, their on-and-off relationship reflecting their complex connection. Yet, as he spent more time with (Y/N), a sweet but sassy journalist, he couldn't deny the feelings he had for her.

Dick knew that he cared for (Y/N) in a way that surpassed friendship. Her laughter, her support, and her understanding gaze made his heart skip beats. Something that Barbara couldn’t do. But he was with the redhead. Someone he always knew.

His hands rubbed over his masked eyes, while being deep in thoughts.

The quiet night sky hung above the city, countless stars gracing them. It truly was a beautiful sight. The only thing that could have been heard were a few cars and… footsteps?

“A penny for your thoughts?” The woman he was thinking about stood there, in one hand, two steaming cups and with the other hand a dollar and a mischievous glint in her (e/c) eyes.

Nightwing looked at her irritated. A dollar? A small chuckle left his lips.

He teased back, “You know, you're supposed to give me a penny, not a dollar.”

“Sorry, I don't have a penny with me. Also... I wanted to see you smile.”

Nightwing laughed, the sound echoing through the quiet night. “You're something else, (Y/N).” – “I know.”

They stood there, leaning on the fence, gazes up high towards the bright stars that shined their lights on the two. “I… I need your advice.” He whispered under his breath, surprising both of them. “You have a problem?” He nods.

“I'm in a bit of a situation…” He admitted, hand going through his dark locks. “I'm with my ex again… We kinda have this on-and-off-relationship, but there's someone else I can't stop thinking about. She is great and funny. Sweet… At times.” He chuckled to himself, describing the one person that stood next to him. “She is amazing… And I think that I might like her more than well… My current girlfriend… I'm not sure what to do.” She glanced down to her cup, the hot drink bringing her warmth at the cold weather.

She considered his words carefully. “Love is a complicated thing, but you deserve to be with someone who makes you truly happy. So uhm… You should follow your heart. If you're falling for someone else, it's not fair to your girlfriend or yourself to stay in a relationship that doesn't feel right. She is smart. She will notice is sooner or later, that you won’t love her as much as she loves you. Maybe…” She gulps and glanced up to the vigilante, who listened to every word that escaped her lips.

“… Maybe… You have to break up with her. But it’s your decision. Just follow your heart and everything will be alright.” She leaned towards him, bumping him lightly with her shoulder, as his lips turned up and formed a small smile.

“I trust that you will male the right choice.” (Y/N) said, sipping her drink. “But promise me one thing.”

His eyes moved to her. (e/c) eyes meeting masked ones. “Promise me, that you will do something about your little problem and don’t just shove it away. You have to confront it.” Of course, she would say that.

“I want you to solve your problem within this week.”

Nightwing’s eyes widen at her. What did she just say?

“Within this week, I want you to talk to your girlfriend and either break up with her and confess to your new lover or ask her out oooor… You know… Try to stop having feeling for the other girl and focus on your girlfriend. You have a week, Nightwing. Make it count. I just hope that it works out, I mean… on-and-off-relationship? Uff… That’s hard, buddy.”

The vigilante only started laughing, knowing that she was trying to cheer him up with small jokes and comments that she threw in here and there. Nightwing's eyes held a mixture of gratitude and longing. “I promise.”

He cleared his throat, smirk plastered on his face. “What about you? Do you fancy someone?”

She nearly choked on her drink, coughing a little bit. “Uhhh… Why?” The vigilante only shrugged, looking at her interested.

“Urgh… Yeah… But if you will tell him, I will beat you up, okay? I’m not afraid of a guy in spandex.” He chuckled at her threat. “Sure. Now tell me!”

(E/C) eyes moved away from the tall man, ignoring his childish puppy dog eyes. “I know that you know him due to your work and all, so please don’t tell him…” Nightwing pretended to zip his mouth and lock it with an imaginary key, which he threw away.

“It’s… Officer Grayson.” She mumbled, drinking the rest of her drink and not noticing the smile on the black-haired man’s lips. “Let’s talk about uhhh… Dogs! Do you have one? Why are you looking at me like that? Don’t you dare to tease me, Nightwing!”

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With newfound determination and summoning his strength, Dick went to his girlfriend, Barbara Gordon. He walked the to her apartment in Gotham and when Dick has arrived, started rambling and trying to talk about things that were quite off topic, but the redhead knew that something was off. She knew Dick for a long time by now. “What’s wrong, Dick?” She finally asked and the black-haired man stood in front of her, taking a deep breath.

He had to decide.

And when he closed his eyes, his mind and heart yelled only one name. (Y/N) (L/N).

Gently, Dick confessed his feelings, that he felt in love with another woman and apologized to Barbara. As he was sitting on her couch, telling her how he met a journalist and everything that has happened, she smiled at him, shaking her head. To his surprise, she had sensed the change in his heart and had her own suspicions. “We both knew that it wouldn’t work out for us… But I’m happy that you found someone, Dick. Don’t worry. Please be happy, confess to her and don’t you dare to break her heart, because she sounds like a great woman.”

His head rose. “She is.”

And that’s how Dick Grayson kept his promise.

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Meanwhile, you found yourself missing both Nightwing and Dick Grayson during the week. It was weird how both of them were gone, but perhaps… Work was just in the way… right? Yet, you carried on with your work. You had to.

On the last day of that week, you focused on capturing photos for an article. As you walked through the crime scene, a familiar voice caught you off guard. Officer Dick Grayson. Remembering the last conversation and the fact that you told an idiotic vigilante that you had indeed a crush on the mentioned officer – gaining many teasing comments from the damn vigilante – you glanced away from the tall and handsome man, taking another picture.

“Would you go out on a date with me?” You heard the voice ask, making you nearly drop your camera out of shock.

Surprised yet elated, you felt a warmth spread through you. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, the realization hitting you like a punch in the face. Dick Grayson and Nightwing were gone at the same time. Both have the same appearance and their voices… They sound similar… Nightwing also has promised you that he will confess to or ask his crush out – well perhaps – depending on his choices… But he wanted to do it within this week! Could it be possible? No? Or maybe yes…

It wouldn’t surprise you, as your best friend was a superhero, so the chances of Dick Grayson being a vigilante are there… But you wouldn’t tell him about your little theory. It was just a theory and the chances of him were there but very small. There were after all, many people living in Blüdhaven…

Forget it. It wasn’t the time to think about it. You should start thinking about other things and finally give the man of your dreams an answer. A blush tinted your cheeks as you nodded, “I would love to.”

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And later that same night, you were on the rooftop, heart jumping in excitement, as you heard footsteps. “Hey, there.” You turned to the man you were just thinking about.

He waved, a smile tugs on his lips as well. “Nightwing, did you ask out your crush?” She asked immediately, awaiting an answer.

Nightwing, leaning on the fence, taking the cup she held for him into his own. “Yes, I did. And she said yes.” His face showed you a mix of relief and joy. “I would never break a promise to you.”

You two smiled at each other, sipping on your drinks and talking about your week. A normal thing that you both did during a moonlit meeting in Blüdhaven at night.

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First Meeting (Dick Grayson x f!Reader)

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A journalist meets the one and only Nightwing in a creepy warehouse. But they didn't know that this was their first of many encounters.

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Blüdhaven. The one city that the vigilante named Nightwing called his home. But he wasn’t the only one who sees the city in New Jersey their home. Many people did that, including (y/n) (l/n). It was her new home. Leaving behind the bustling and bright streets of Metropolis, she had begun a new journey and life an investigative journalist in her new home. It had been a year since she moved to the city, and her life was now-.

“- Super boring.” You mumbled, holding your phone to your ear, while hearing your best friend chuckle on the other side.

“Ohh, come on, (y/n). I’m sure that Blüdhaven is pretty interesting. You have been living there for a year now and the way I know you, you probably haven’t seen the best of the city!” You rolled your (e/c) eyes at her. “Have you already seen Nightwing?”

You could only sigh at her question. Nightwing? You really hoped to see that idiot, but the dark-haired vigilante was like a damn ninja and always disappeared, once you were nearby! Even though you only needed one interview with the masked hero!

“Who cares about him? The better question is; is Clark late again for your little date?” You smirked, walking through the dark alley and past smelly trash bins, as a rat ran tried to eat something out of there.

You heard a loud “No!” and some shuffling, knowing that it surely was Lois’ husband Clark, who tried to put on his smoking as fast he could. The Clark Kent. A great journalist, best friend and also Superman. Yes, you knew that already. Not because they told you their big secret, but because you were pretty good at your job and figured it out by yourself and when you put the proof onto the table in front of your best friends and the sweetest couple on earth, they told you everything.

Your footsteps echoed in the silence of the street, engulfing your body with its darkness, while you walked near to the warehouse. The place that might help you with your next article, as you heard that there might be some information about a street gang, called Crimson Vipers. “Alright, Lois… Have fun at your date night, greet Supes from me and don’t do any funny business, if you know what I mean.” – “Yeah, yeah. And could you do me a favor and babysit little Jon next week?”

You told her that you might have some time, before you clicked on the red button on your phone and turning on the flashlight app. Time to investigate!

Your hand slowly turned the doorknob down, sneaking into the big and dark warehouse. At first, it looked like many other ones. The moonlight revealed neglected pallets and boxes. Only you and some abandoned objects were lying here. That was a good sign. A very good one. So, you could easily get some information about the gang!

Turning towards a corner, you found a door, opened it and saw some plans scattered around the room. Some were hanging on the walls, others on the ground. Perfect.

The door behind you closed with a soft click, as you walked through the room, trying to take as many pictures as you could, until you heard some loud voices behind the door. Probably some Crimson Vipers members?

Your heart raised, as you ducked down, trying to find something, anything to defend yourself, until your eyes gazed over a crowbar. That could work…

Tightly you held the dirty and rusty crowbar in your hands, hiding behind some crates while your breath shallow as the voices grew louder. You heard your heart beating loud and fast. Gulping your fear down, you looked towards the door, waiting for the right moment for you to beat them up.

The door creaked open, revealing a group of masked and buff individuals. One laughed sinister at the joke his friend and colleague did, sending shivers down your spine. But you tried to forget your fear. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, as you clenched the crowbar tighter and tighter, trying to figure out a plan. If they won’t see you, you could perhaps climb up the boxes and go through the window, but they were pretty high up.

But when three members suddenly gathered up and stood around in silent, one spoke up, pointing towards a map and explaining their next plan. Realizing the situation, you thought that this was your chance. Now or never!

You can gather some valuable information, which might make a sensational article! Your heart pounded louder, as you snapped some pictures and even tried to record it all. You needed to capture every single detail.

Your instincts told you to dash away and flee as fast you could! If only Superman could be here. He could easily save you, but you were now in Blüdhaven. “Damn…” You mumbled to yourself, preparing your nerves to make a quick exit.

But the gods might have heard your prayers as they left the room, making you sigh out of happiness and relief. But you still had one problem.

How should you leave this place? There were probably some gang members out there. The moment your feet slowly moved away from the crates; you heard a window above you open. Your (e/c) closed. You hoped that they didn’t find you and if one might grab you, you surely will beat them up with your new weapon.

And that’s what you did, when a hand grabbed your wrist. With your eyes closed, you swung your weapon in the direction of the stranger, narrowly missing them. “Woah, woah, calm down.” You heard the person say.

Your eyes widen. Was it not one of the Crimson Vipers?

No.

The person in front of you, who stood there gracefully in unmistakable dark clothes and blue emblem on his chest told you who it was.

“Nightwing.”

The vigilante’s hands went up in surrender. “I’m not here to hurt you, okay?” He tried to calm you down. But you ignored his words, as you asked him rushed; “Why are you here?”

The dark-haired man only rubbed his neck, shaking his head with a small chuckle. “Well, I’m here to, you know, stop these bad guys. But what are you doing here?” – “Uhhh… Investigating?”

“Hey! I forgot something, I will be back in a sec’!” You heard a voice behind the closed door and as it opened with a loud bang, the criminal looked at your direction. The bald guy grabbed his gun, pointed it towards Nightwing, who looked at him surprised. The vigilante probably tried to find a plan to safe you, while kicking their butts, but before you could hear the gun shooting, you stepped in front of Nightwing, crowbar in hand and adrenaline rushing your body.

Your hand swung once again and this time, you didn’t miss. The buff guy fell down and (e/c) orbs moved back to the tall guy behind you.

“Uh… Thanks.” He whispered, disarming the guy on the ground and turned his head towards you. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s pretty dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” You scoffed. “I just saved your masked butt with a crowbar.” You smirked at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest with a proudly, while Nightwing rolled his eyes. You swore that he coughed to hide his little laughter just now. He genuinely was amused by you.

But before any of you could say anything, you heard loud voices again. The criminals! How could you forget them so easily again? They might wonder where they friend was and why it takes him so long to get something back. Damn it!

Their voices growing louder, as they ran towards the door. Nightwing stood up, pulling you towards the crates. “You need to go. Now.” He whispered, glancing towards the window. You silently nodded, getting out of the window with Nightwing’s help, who guided you with ease. His movements were fluid, every step calculated. He was amazing.

When you reached the window, your hands gripped the ledge, while the handsome man boosted you up. “Go.”

You looked down to him, hearing the loud shouts of the criminals that were now aware of your presence. “Aw, come on, guys. Do you really want to hurt a lady? Focus on me.” He turns to them and with a swift kick, he engaged the bad guys, giving you the opportunity to hoist yourself up and through the opening.

When you took deep breathes in and out on the fire stairs, you looked through the large windows, seeing Nightwing holding his own against the criminals. His movements were mesmerizing, as if he dances around the criminals, kicking and punching them several times, as they fell to the ground. You took one picture of the fight, before climbing down the bright fire stairs. Sirens of the police wailed in the distance, signaling their approach. Their lights bright, just like the blue emblem of the chest of the Blüdhaven’s vigilante.

Back at your apartment, you found yourself running towards your desk, typing the newest article. and thanks to your bravery and skills, you found out that The Crimson Vipers' failed operation had become a headline. Your editor was very pleased to even see a picture of Nightwing and the city? Well, the city might have been a little bit safer now.

And you weren’t the only one who flipped through the pages of the Blüdhaven Bulletin. A young man’s ocean-blue eyes widened at a headline that read, “Nightwing Thwarts Crimson Vipers' Plot.” Curiosity piqued, as he read on and discover that the article was written by a (y/n) (l/n). That must have been the brave stranger he saved that night.

The same day, you found yourself at a crime scene, hoping to gather more information for your next big story. You approached the crime scene, your camera dangling around your neck. A police officer seemed to recognize you, as he left his colleagues alone with three handcuffed criminals that had tried to rob a bank.

“You know… I read an article about Nightwing and the Crimson Vipers. Impressive work.” You glanced towards the officer, who leaned on the wall next to you, while you were a bit surprised at the dark-haired man. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah. That must have been you, huh? You seem like a courageous person.”

You chuckled at the stranger’s words. Yes. Some might call you like that and others called you an idiot. “I’m just doing my job.”

“So… You are back for more? Trying to solve the crime before we do?” He teased, his blue eyes twinkling. You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Someone's got to keep you guys on your toes.” He chuckled. “Well, keep up the good work. Maybe one day, we'll get to see an exclusive Nightwing interview.”

Dick's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, and then he straightened up. “Keep it up. Blüdhaven needs more journalists like you.”

As he walked away, you couldn't help but smile. Maybe Blüdhaven wasn't as boring as you thought. And perhaps, the masked vigilante and the police officer were both part of a wonderful story waiting to unfold.

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