Found in the Fort
Requested by: ANON
Prompt: “Your eyes are the prettiest things I’ve ever seen”
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader
Warnings: Pretty heavy toxic family. Nothing graphic, but still.
“I’ve never met the parents before.”
“I’ve never introduced a boy to my parents before.”
“That’s not really all that comforting.”
“It wasn’t meant to be.”
Dick shoots you a look, and your lips quirk up. To be honest, you’re dreading this meeting more than he is. On the other side of the restaurant doors await your parents and two older sisters. Your parents, while rich, had been unhappily married for nearly twenty years now.
Then there were your sisters. Jill was a high profile business executive who chose not to have a relationship. The other, Jan, was a partier who was intent on being a reality TV star. And then there was you. You were messed up in your own particular way, but you’d sought help. Your therapist had worked wonders in getting you over your troubles with relationships and teaching you how to deal with your parents.
You feel Dick place a hand on the small of your back, “Are you okay?”
You don’t look at him, “I’m just going to apologize now.”
“Nothing that happens tonight is your fault.”
You pull away and walk to the bench a few steps away; he follows. You take a few deep breaths and look at him, “I know nothing they do or say is my fault, but man I don’t want to do this.”
He takes your hand in his, “We can always go.”
You shake your head, “No. I need to do this. Let’s go.”
He squeezes your hand once, and the two of you go inside. You spot your father immediately. He smiles at you, Jill looks up from her phone long enough to wave, your mother continues drinking, and Jan continues taking selfies.
The night goes about how you would expect. Your father drills Dick on his plans for the future and his career. You can tell he’s not a fan of the detective thing. Your oldest sister barely says hi, your mother asks questions that border on too personal, and your other sister keeps trying to take pictures of him.
Halfway through dinner you’re mentally drained, and you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You’re in the middle of washing your hands when Jan comes in. She pauses at the sink. You begin the countdown in your head, you only reach five before she asks, “How the hell did you land Bruce Wayne’s adoptive son?”
You turn the water off, “He has a name.”
“Who cares. I can’t believe you haven’t locked him down yet. I mean, I know he’s a cop, but still, when his old man dies that money has to go somewhere.”
You bite the inside of your cheek as anger wells inside you, “I’m not with him for his money.”
“Please.”
“Believe it or not Jan, money isn’t the most important thing to some of us.”
She looks at you, “What family did you grow up in? Mom and dad hate each other, but they won’t get divorced because of the money. Jill works her ass off so she has the same money. Me? I find rich guys who can do the work for me. And your rich guy? He has the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.”
That’s the last straw, “Go to hell Jan. If you want to be like mom and dad and Jill, you go right ahead. Not me.”
You head out of the bathroom. You stop long enough at the table to grab Dick, “We’re leaving.”
He doesn’t even try to disguise his relief, “Thank God.”
You ignore the calls of your family as the two of you head out. Once you’re out in the fresh air, you suck in a deep breath.
Dick waits for you to say something, “Man . . . my family sucks.”
“Yeah. They do. Do you feel better?”
You smile and look at your husband, “About not having them in Eleanor’s life? Yeah. About not having them in our lives? Yes again.”
He wraps an arm around your shoulder and starts guiding you down the street, “I still have no idea why they reached out after all this time.”
Dick nods, “I might. Your dad was hinting at money troubles while you were in the bathroom.”
You feel a headache coming on, “Makes sense. They disowned me when I stopped playing their games. We’ve been together five years, married three. They didn’t come to the wedding or even call when I had the baby, but hey, when they’re running out of money . . .”
Dick brings you in close to him. He wraps himself around you in a protective bubble, and he kisses your forehead. “Let’s go home.”
It’s much earlier than expected when you walk into your apartment. There’s a large blanket fort in your living room, and you can smell fresh cookies in the kitchen. You hear giggling in the fort. You silently slip off your shoes and crawl in, with Dick right behind you. You find Bruce, Jason, Tim, and Damian in the fort they’re all reading. Eleanor is in there too, fast asleep on Bruce’s chest. You smile at the sight.
They don’t ask any questions and you’re grateful for that. Instead, Bruce seamlessly passes your sleeping daughter to you. You and Dick cuddle her close and you thank the Lord for this family you found.
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