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kimjun · 5 months
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Jason: I never thought I'd say this, but I miss Dick
y/n: well I have good news and bad news
Jason: What's the good news?
y/n: the good news is that you won't have to miss him anymore
Jason: …and the bad news?
y/n, gesturing to a beaming Dick behind him: he just heard everything you said
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the-atlas-sister · 8 months
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"ᴏʜ ɢᴏᴅ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ," ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀᴀɪɴ ᴡᴇᴛ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏɪꜱᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ. "ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʙᴀʙʏ." ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ. "ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏɪꜱᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ." ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴄᴏʏʟʏ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜱʜᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ, Qᴜɪᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜʏʟʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇᴡʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪɴᴇꜱ. "ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ."
~-~-~-~- 𝚆𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑!
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.⋆。A Big Night In。⋆.
Dick Grayson x plus size reader
The one where Dickie and Dove finally have a night to themselves
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fluff, mom!reader, embarrassment, sort of breeding kink?
WC: 1.8k
Minors DNI
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“Now, if she gets fussy, she really likes the koala with the missing ear. She literally can’t sleep without it.” Dick was panicking, that much was plain to see and Bruce couldn't help but smile. It was moments like this, where his boy was filled with anxiety about something so normal as leaving his 6 month old baby with her grandparents overnight, that made his heart ache in the best way.
“Chum, I know how to take care of Alice, I think the 20 page binder you gave each of us on her needs helps.” He glared at his father, arms tightening around his baby as she sat on his narrow hips, happily playing with the buttons on his shirt.
“Oh leave him alone.” His mother scolded, giving her husband a light slap on his arm. “Don't pretend you weren't even more upset when you had to leave Dick alone for the first time. I seem to remember you calling me every ten minutes to get updates on how he was doing.” A light pink flush spread across Bruce's cheeks at the memory.
Grumbling, his eyes dropped to the floor like a petulant child. “It wasn't every ten minutes.” Dick shot his mother a grateful smile before turning his attention to Alice who didn't seem to share her father's level of anxiety.
It was a big day, her first sleepover without her parents. It would have happened sooner, in fact the first attempt had been when she was three months old. You and Dick needed some 'alone time' and your in-laws had been more than happy to extend their babysitting services. But an hour before they would come to pick her up, you and Dick had a breakdown and cancelled, instead spending the night curled up together in bed, Alice between you.
But, you couldn't put it off any longer. Alice needed to be socialised with other people and you needed to get laid.
So after a tearful goodbye, Dick drove her to Gotham, insisting on a little daddy-daughter bonding time before she was handed over to her grandparents.
“She likes thunderstorm sounds when she goes to sleep. And if she's still fussy, there's some frozen milk in the cooler bag.” Said bag was handed over to the awaiting hands of her grandfather, along with a Wonder Woman themed duffle-bag that held everything else she could possibly need.
“Ba.” Alice spat out, chubby arm pointing to her grandmother. Dick knew he had to get this over with, like pulling off a bandaid.
He pressed a long kiss to the patch of dark hair on the top of her head, inhaling that baby smell she hadn't yet grown out of. “You’ll be good for nana and pops won't you?” She cooed, eyes still locked on the older woman. He sighed, pecking her soft skin a couple more times before she slipped from his arms and placed safely in his mother's.
“Everything will be fine, I promise baby bird. You two have fun tonight.” Dick was quickly shooed out of the manor but not without a vague threat to Bruce to keep her safe, which he brushed off with his usual nonchalance.
By the time he had returned to his apartment in Blüdhaven, his mood had improved, especially with the text he received from you telling him to come straight to the bedroom when he got home.
“Dove?” He called into the darkened apartment, slipping off his shoes as he stumbled forward. A trail of clothes, haphazardly thrown on the hardwood guided him forward. There was a dim glow coming from the room just off of the kitchen, the smell of vanilla like a siren's call.
“Come on Dickie, we have a lot to make up for and not a lot of time to do it.” Your voice called out to him.
Dick groaned and palmed his already throbbing cock- it had been a long time, too long. “You're playing a dangerous game, Dove.” His voice thick with arousal as he called back to you.
His own clothes quickly joined yours, leaving him in just his boxers as he stepped into the bedroom where all the air was knocked from his lungs.
Your perfect, soft, naked body was completely on display for him as you lounged on the bed. 
Your skin glowed in the soft orange light of the room and for a moment, Dick thought that there was no way you were real and that you were his.
“Holy fuck.” He watched with wide eyes as your legs fell open, revealing paradise to him, your fingers already tracing over your clit. “Leave it!” He suddenly shouted, now furiously tugging at his boxers. “That's all mine baby!”
Your giggles quickly turned into moans as your husband's strong body forced you further into the mattress and his lips met yours in a truly desperate kiss. Your nails dug into his muscular back making his hips buck into yours.
“Well, what are you gonna do about it daddy?” You cooed into his mouth, your left hand travelling down his front deliberately slow.
He caught your hand before you could reach his cock and with a dangerous gleam in his eye, he responded. “How about baby number 2?”
The cold metal of his wedding ring against your heated thigh sent a shiver up your spine, making his smirk grow as your nipples pebbled beneath his gaze. His fingers inched towards your centre, quickly gathering the arousal that had smeared onto your skin.
“God, you get even sexier by the day.” You gasped as he finally touched where you needed him the most, both easing and adding more fuel to your lust. His own patience was quickly wearing thin so your husband wasted no time in sliding two thick fingers inside you.
“Dick!” You threw your head back with a moan of his name.
“That's it, that's my pretty dove.” With his other hand planted by your head, Dick watched his fingers pump in and out of you, his skin now shinny with your wetness. “You're so fucking wet dove, must be aching for me.”
Your only response was to tighten around his fingers, your orgasm dangerously close. “Please please.” You begged.
“Do you want to cum on my fingers or my cock?” Dick breathed into your ear but the way that he was pressed so tightly against you, you could feel his thick cock throbbing against your thigh, the decision was already made for you.
“Want you inside, wanna feel your cock again.” His body sagged against you as he groaned from deep in his chest.
“Fuck, you can't say stuff like that- gonna make me cum before we even get to the good part.”
“Then you better fuck me already Grayson.” But the bite of your words was softened by the moan he forced from you as he ripped his fingers from your aching cunt and replaced them with the fat head of his cock.
“If you insist.” The first thrust was always deliciously painful as he stretched you out, making you feel every inch of his perfect length until he was nestled against your cervix and his balls pressed tightly to your ass.
Your groans mingled together in a beautiful lewd symphony, filling the bedroom like music. “So fucking tight.” Dick moaned through clenched teeth. “Need to fuck you more.”
“Yes.” You hissed both in response to your husband and because at that moment, his hips twitched causing his cock to brush against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside you.
“My poor girl, been neglecting my perfect wife. Gonna make it up to you, make you sit on my face till you beg me to stop.” His first thrusts were tentative, almost shy just like the first time you fell into bed with him but as you began to relax beneath him, he switched it up.
He knocked the moans from your lungs as he jackhammered into you, his own desperate need for release blinding him to everything else. “Never gonna let you feel empty again, I'll make sure you're always full of me one way or another.”
You sobbed with a particularly brutal thrust to your cervix and you dragged your nails down his back, leaving bright red marks. “Yes!” You cried.
“Fuck, your pussy is so fucking warm and tight, need to cum.”
“Inside, need it inside.” Your ankles locked around his hips. Your stomach began to pull tight just as Dick's thrusts began to waver.
“C'mon dove, cum for me- please.” And you shattered below him, melting into a puddle of ecstasy as your husband filled you with his cum, prolonging your orgasm.
Your left hand tangled in his dark hair and tugged his lips into yours. Your breath mingled as you both came down from your highs but Dick remained inside you, neither of you keen on having this end just yet.
“I love you.” You whispered to him and your husband smiled against your lips.
“I love you.” He replied with a gentle peck. “Soooooo, round 2?”
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“Dick's late.” Bruce's eyes once again flicked to the grandfather clock in the corner of the living room and then to the entryway but once again, there was no indication that his son had arrived.
Looking up from the floor where she had been playing with their granddaughter, his wife rolled her eyes. “Bruce, we've just given them their first uninterrupted date night in months, of course they're gonna be late. And hopefully they spent the night productively.” She said this last part almost to herself as she turned back to Alice who suddenly believed her right foot to be the most delicious thing ever.
Bruce raised an eyebrow at his wife. “What's that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing!” She sing-songed. “Oh look! They're here!”
And sure enough, Dick and a limping you walked through the door, not looking as well-rested as Bruce assumed you would be but both of you had big smiles on your faces.
“My girl!” Of course Dick immediately dove for his daughter, sending her into peels of laughter at seeing her father trip over his own feet in his hurry to get to her. You instead approached your father-in-law, greeting him with a warm hug and kiss to the cheek.
“Thank you for watching her, I hope she didn't give you too much trouble.” Bruce waved you off.
“She was an angel, like always. I thought you and Dick were going to get some rest, you look like you haven't slept a wink.” Dick snorted but immediately stopped when both you and his mother shot him a look.
You cleared your throat and with a look of embarrassment, you avoided Bruce's eyes. “We lost track of time and didn't get to bed until late.” You were content to leave it there but apparently, your husband had other ideas.
“Alice, what do you think about having a baby brother?” You and your mother-in-law sighed heavily as Bruce went pale, the realisation finally dawning on him.
“Oh-oh god. I think I need a drink.” 
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msfantasy-comics · 6 months
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The Opposites Attract
Dick Grayson x Reader
Summary: A Head Cannon on which Dick Grayson and Y/n oppose each other yet remain wholly compatible.
Warning: Y/n is depicted as angsty and a little feral. 
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Opposites attract they say.
Yet Dick and Y/n are such polar opposites surely their difference outweigh each other.
Despite it all, the two love birds gravitate each other due to their completing differences.
Extrovert vs. Introvert
Dick is insanely outgoing and is recharged by socialising. His perfect setting is in a crowded rowdy rooms where the conversation moves like wildfire. Wild and Abrupt.
Y/n on the other hand, prefers a quite space with one-on-one conversations.
In typical extraverted fashion. Dick adopts the introverted Y/n and encourages her to step outside her comfort zone and talk to others.
But it’s just not in her nature.
How the hell are you meant to jump into a conversation?
How are you meant to have a say on a topic when three other people are talking over each other to get their 2 cents in?
You gave up almost immediately and retreated back to your safe corner always from the shoulder bashing and elbow jabbing walk way.
Dick was initially disappointed to see you give up so quickly until he noticed that you were carrying on your socialising in your own way.
You sat silently as strangers poured their heart out to you.
Silently nodding and humming in agreement every now and then before the person sighed, thanked you for listening and walked off.
Dick really admires that about you.
Dick: “Need some company.”
Y/n: “Only if you bring me the good vibes.”
Optimist vs. Pessimist
Dick is a buzzing bundle of bountiful energy.
Dick is never short on absurdly positive outcomes despite all odds indicating otherwise.
Why live in a delusional state? You know the realities of life.
And the reality is that life can be shit and it doesn’t turn out well for everyone no matter how much they try or desperately scramble to achieve their hopes.
Hope is pointless.
There is just something obnoxiously wonderful about Dick.
How is it that your boy wonder lights a flame in you that fills you with certainty that all will be right as long as he is here?
You greatly admire how infectious Dicks positivity can be.
Y/n: “Why keep sending them to Arkham only to escape and ruin lives? Might as well just put an end to their burdensome presence.”
Dick: “Oh honey nooooo. Everyone deserves a chance at redemption. Snuffing out the life of a person doesn’t solve the root of the issue.”
Y/n: “Who cares! Nothing matters in the end anyway, we will all die and become obsolete. Only to let the next generation bitch and moan about the inequality of it all.”
Dick: “Ah, my precious little sunshine can be such a downer, yes you can.”
*Condescendingly pinches cheeks*
Secretive vs. Open
Dick just wants the best of both worlds.
To be the figure head for heroism, hope, peace and safety, without an of the consequences of having your image publicly known.
Dick would never want to endanger the lives of those around him due to his passions in crime fighting.
Therefore, he must maintain the secrecy of the bat and the mask.
You, however, don’t understand how or why your boy wonder hides his true identity.
It’s not like Dick Grayson is an every day normal civilian.
He’s a fricken heir to Gotham wealthiest philanthropist.
It’s not like he doesn’t have any privacy on either alter egos.
But the Bats secret is not your own to share.
So instead you live freely by your own rules.
You admit your identities and aren’t afraid to show the public your true self.
You honestly couldn’t care less about public perception.
Dick, admires your unapologetic lifestyle.
Aggressive Random: “You shouldn’t -“
Y/n: “Piss Off- no one asked you.”
Dick: “Ah sweetie… maybe you should listen to what they have to say.”
Y/n: “I couldn’t give a rats!”
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idyllcy · 9 months
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don't miss me
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word count: 9.4k
warnings: smut, nsfw
summary: it's you. It's been you, and it'll be you.
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"uWAHHHHH!!" You sob, slamming your head into your hands.
"You have got to stop confessing to people who don't like you." Dick grumbles, sliding you the box of tissues on the table. "He's made it pretty clear that he has no interest."
"I'm bound to get to him at some point." You sit up, blowing your nose. "Come on."
"He's the school's hotshot."
"And you're captain of the varsity football team," You cough. "If I can tutor you and become friends with you, then the captain of the baseball team should be no big deal."
It's a strange place to find himself in. Dick had gone to you for help in one of his classes in exchange for enough money to fund your four years of college, and in exchange, you had taught him everything he needed for his classes. He went from risking the chance to stay on the team to having the best grade out of all of his teammates. He's thankful for you, he supposes, and he's the school's most wanted boy. He has more than enough of a fan club behind him.
He wonders why he was put in a public school instead of the private ones his brothers were put into. It wasn't as if Bruce lacked the money to put him into one.
"ANYWAY!" You toss the tissue into the trash behind you, stand up, and throw your fists in the air. "I will continue to confess!"
"Why not just go out with me?"
You pout at him, batting your lashes. "And potentially end up on a good chunk of the school's hit list? No thank you, Richard."
"Dick. Come on, it's not that bad."
You shrug, going back to the papers in your binder. "I'm not into you."
"We spend so much time together. We're bound to end up together, you know?"
"If you pull a psychology term on me I will punt you."
"You don't have the strength for that."
"I'll kill myself to change the trajectory of your life forever."
"That'd be very flattering for you to do."
"Ew."
But in the small classroom walls that confine the two of you, there's not much for the two of you to argue over. It's just a tutor-tutee relationship. There's nothing more. You don't understand why you rant out all of your frustrations to him when he has nothing to do with them, but you suppose it's not that much. Maybe it was silly to think that he would care. He probably doesn't. Dick was never your friend by choice, after all. It would be foolish to believe that he could care about you at all.
"I like you!" You yell from the bleachers, blowing a kiss, the rest of the school screaming along. The baseball captain shoots down your confession with a flick of his hand, and you pout.
It's fun to waste your youth pining over someone who doesn't love you back. It's not as if it mattered either. You would all scramble once you finished high school. Graduation was just around the corner. It didn't matter if he didn't like you back. It was so much funnier when they didn't.
You hear a chorus of screaming behind you, causing you to glance, just for a moment, at the reason for the screams.
"Oh, look who showed up." You smile. "Miss me already? Our session isn't until Wednesday."
"Don't flatter yourself." Dick's hands guide you to sit back down, standing next to you. "I came to scout out my competition."
"I thought you were still in that friends with benefits thing with Kori." You raise a brow at him.
"Broke it a while back." He hums. "How do you find this interesting?"
"I don't." You hum. "I'm here because he's here." You point at the baseball captain. "Obviously."
Dick clicks his tongue disdainfully. "I come all the way for you and you tell me that you're here for him?"
"I was here first, Dick." You wave happily as the captain stares at you. "I've been here."
"Well, I've come now. Let's get you home."
"I want to watch him finish his game."
"Why him and not me?"
You tilt your head at him. "No reason. I just think the baseball captain's hotter."
"Hotter than me?"
"Yes. Hotter than you."
"Did he reject you?"
"He waved down my kiss."
"I wouldn't do that to you."
"Yeah, but I don't want you."
It's funny. Dick hears all about how you got rejected again in the most delusional way possible, from the way of "oh he breathes the same air as me so surely he's in love with me" to something more mellow like "yeah I got rejected again lol". But that was something he got used to, he supposes. The empty classroom that the two of you always sat in but never got yelled at for was a staple in his life, especially when more than half of the time he was showing up to class with bruises all over his body. Maybe fighting crime at night wasn't something he should promise to do so often. Bruce would let him focus on school if he asked. Maybe.
"You look like shit as always," You click your tongue, raising a brow at the sight of Robin coughing up blood on your balcony.
"Sorry, pretty girl," He chuckles. "Bumped into someone awful today, as you can see. Care to lend me a hand?"
"The joker? The riddler? I don't even know who you fight anymore." You haul him onto the couch, pulling the curtains behind you. "How deep is it?"
"A little wrapping will do the trick." He mumbles. "Sorry for the problem."
"You're here more than I can count on one finger." You sigh. "I'm used to it. Where's Batman?"
"He went back."
"And left you alone?"
"Yes." Robin hisses as you press the alcohol to his wound. "I'm sorry, again."
"It doesn't matter. I was up, anyway." You pause. "How long have you been fighting crime again?"
"I don't know."
"Mm." Silence. "You should rebrand soon. I heard there are two Robins now."
"I'm close." He chuckles, lifting his shirt so you can wrap the bandage around his waist. "What do you think about Nightwing?"
You grumble. "Superman said something about that the other day in his interview. I stayed up all night drawing what I think his suit would look like."
"Can I see it?"
"If you want."
"You're graduating, right? Where are you going after?"
"New York City." You mumble. "Haven't told anyone yet, but I got into my dream school. I'm set."
"Really?"
"Yeah." You mumble. "I'm moving over summer, so don't crash here anymore unless you want to give my parents a heart attack, alright?"
"I'll miss you."
"That's cute. I can't imagine the number of people who would die to hear that from Robin from Teen Titans himself."
"I will."
You stare up at him. Maybe it was strange. It had been three years since Robin would crash land onto your balcony in the city and beg you for first aid. It had been two years since Dick Grayson had asked you for help in math, and even shorter than the time you had started designing suits for him to look at. Maybe that's why you had grown used to the way he would rest his chin on your shoulder and stare through the lazy sketches you had of what you thought he should change his outfit into. He likes the way you picture Nightwing. He's like some disco guy in the first draft and much more chill in the second.
"Can I take the pages?" He mumbles. "Please? I want it."
"So you can steal my design?"
"No. I like the disco suit you drew."
"That was a first draft." You groan.
"I can start with it."
"It's too flashy! It doesn't fit the whole Batman aesthetic!"
"Doesn't matter." He grins. "It looks like my current Robin one but in blue."
You raise a brow at him incredulously.
"I'll buy these off of you."
"With your legal account?"
"I'll send you money each month anonymously like a patent. Wait. I can't see you anymore."
"Yeah." You exhale. "You can take it, though. I can't let anyone know I've been drawing Robin's clothes. I would get targeted by too many villains."
"That's true." Robin pauses. "Has anyone seen it?"
"No."
"Can I take all of them?"
"How are you going to get all of them to Batman?"
"I'll figure out a way." He grins. "I am Robin, after all."
"Well, then, Robin," You rustle the papers, dropping them in his open hands. "I hope you keep all of them."
"I'll pin them in my room's wall."
"That's just creepy."
"Maybe to you."
Dick never expected you to let him in three years ago, in his defense. He expected you to cower in fear like the rest of people or even just slide him a first aid kit. He was not expecting you to drag him into your room and start disinfecting his wound. He learned so much more about who you were through his interactions with you as Robin than he did as Dick. All he hears from you during the day is how you got rejected by the captain of the baseball team again. He wonders if he should just woo you as Robin instead. You seem to like his separate identity more.
"You forgot the number in front of the integral."
"No way." He grumbles.
"Yeah." You point. "Minor mistakes. It'll be fixed with some practice. I'm sure."
"When are we stopping this?"
"Eager to get me out of your hair already? After senior finals, of course."
"Are you going to keep confessing to captain until then?"
"Why?"
"I'm suggesting you give me a chance, of course." Dick stares at you.
"There you go again with that," You yawn. "Are you sure it's not because I'm your type? Scratch that. I don't even think I'm your type."
"And if you were?"
"That would be very interesting considering your dating history." You grimace.
Dick grumbles in response. He didn't have something for that one.
It's ironic to think that someone else in the school would die to date the man in front of you. You wonder why you don't like him sometimes. You're sure he's someone straight out of a movie, a guy who everyone would want to be with at least once in their life. He almost reminds you of the other football boys on his team. Maybe this was a movie. The jock ends up with his tutor. Some sort of cliché love story that you would never touch, ever again.
Robin crash lands on your balcony again before you can think more of it.
"Sorry!"
"What brings you here today? Ivy?"
"Yeah! How'd you know?" He sits up, a grin on his face.
"You smell like herbs all over you." You grimace.
"Woah, sharp nose." Robin mumbles. "Can you ramble about your high school to me?"
"Oh. You wanna hear about how I have a crush on the captain of the football team? The guy I tutor?"
"yOU WHAT? I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU LIKED THE BASEBALL GUY." Robin gasps, jaw dropped in shock.
"I changed my mind." You hum, fishing out the disinfectant from the first aid kit. "I won't admit it to his face, of course, but I think he's kind of fine. That man is infuratingly attractive. Who gave him his bone structure? He looks like a greek statue or something. I want him carnally."
"Are you going to ask him out?"
"And do long distance in this day and age?" You laugh. "No. I'm going to keep pretending that I like the baseball captain until the end of graduation. I'd like to be remembered as a fool. Besides, I don't think Dick actually likes me that way. I heard something about him and Kori in the halls and I don't want to be part of that. I heard he slept with a good chunk of the girls sports team captains too. I don't know. I'd prefer not to know. All I know is that I don't want to be part of that mess."
Robin peels his shirt up, pouting. "I thought you said confessing was the best form of closure."
"Not when dating your crush is going to get half of the school on your back. I've lived without being in the spotlight for long enough. I plan on doing that after school." You press the gauze to his wound, causing him to hiss. "You good?"
"Hurts."
"I'm sure it does." You deadpan.
"Why not tell him?"
"You seem very invested in my love life with this dude."
"I'm bored. I keep getting beat up these days, so I have to listen to something to get it off my mind." Robin pouts as you wrap the bandage around his waist.
"Did you gain more muscle?"
"Does it look that way?"
"A little." You raise a brow.
"I work out more in my free time."
"You know, maybe I like the stupid football guy because he reminds me of you too much."
"You like me?"
"I thought you were a good detective."
"I am."
"And you didn't know?"
"I didn't want to point it out." He mumbles. "Maybe you'd get uncomfortable."
"Alright." You yawn, closing the first aid kit. "This is one of the last times you're crashing. ever."
"Why?"
"I go on vacation in a couple weeks and I'm going to start packing for moving. You aren't going to be able to see me in a long time."
"Can I get a goodbye kiss?" He pouts.
"You're a nightmare, Robin," You help him stand up, pressing your lips to his cheek. "I hope I see you as Nightwing one day."
"I can promise you that."
You wonder some days if you should just tell Dick that you have a crush on him. You call him his government for shits and giggles, and you barely pay enough attention to what he does in tutoring these days. Maybe you were just destined to be stuck with someone like him. Yet, even as graduation approaches, you find there's no use sticking close to those ideas. You'll never see him again. It's pointless to admit your crush now.
"So? What's your answer?"
"I'm still in love with the baseball guy," You sigh blissfully, eyes far away. "He's so... dreamy."
"The only difference between the two of us is that I have better grades." Dick raises his brow.
"Richard." You yawn. "I could fix him."
"You absolutely could not."
"You're right. I could not." You laugh. "Isn't it fun being delusional? I think it's great."
"It is absolutely not."
"Maybe to you, Richard." You yawn. "I find it quite amusing to daydream about myself with a person who would never look at me twice."
"If you ask me." He clicks his tongue. "I'd say he thinks about you a lot more now."
"Oh, really?" You tilt your head. "I still don't find myself believing that fact."
"It's hard to think about it." He grimaces. "He asked me for your number the other day."
"Did you give it to him?"
"You said to ask first. I forgot to ask."
"Are you sure you forgot?"
"I didn't give it to him on purpose." He grins.
"Sly, sly, boy." You chuckle. "Oh, right. I forgot to give you the worksheets."
"I was hoping you wouldn't notice."
"Too bad." You rummage through your bag, handing him a stack of papers. "I'll see you after school."
"You expect me to do this during practice?"
"You're off-season. You barely train." You stand up, dusting off your hands. "Have fun."
Dick glances at the papers. "Wait-"
The door clicks behind you, and Dick sits there, staring at the stack of papers.
Dick lets his curiosity get the best of him, flipping through the pages, reading through your sketches and messy notes. It's neat, uncrumpled, to the point. The drawings are messy, but each part of his suit as Robin has been noted down. His weapons have been detailed, and he wonders if you had been doing more than just checking out his gadgets whenever he crashed your apartment. Maybe you were carefully calculating everything just as you had with his math homework. Perhaps he would get separated from you years later and never see you again.
He finds himself at your final period of the day, knocking on the door.
"Come in."
"Ah, Mrs. Baker," He smiles. "My tutor left this during lunch, so I came to hand it back to her."
You stare at Dick, getting out of your seat to take the papers from him with the actual packet in your other hand. "My apologies. I will see you after school."
A girl in the class faints while the others scream.
You sit back in your seat, staring at the note he left in your stack.
There was no point in caring for things that would inevitably pass.
So, neither of you mention anything ever again. The tutoring goes on as normal, the confessions do as well. There's something consistently hanging in the air between the two of you that neither addresses. The elephant in the room is neither seen nor discussed. The stories of your youth no longer matter to you, and you graduate top of the class, valedictorian, going to the school of your choice. It didn't matter that you had just stopped pining after the baseball captain one day. No one would know why. Maybe. Except Dick.
Dick learns to move on with life, slowly. You sit in the back of his mind when he's bored while on patrol, staring down at the city, wondering if you had ever considered him to even be an option. But he finds no space in thinking about you. He had his own job. The two of you had grown up, maybe you before him. The two of you were just. High school friends. Maybe not even friends. He thinks about your signature in his yearbook often. Maybe he would find you one day. It would come slower. Maybe.
But he leaves your mind as quickly as he had been there, left behind with Gotham when you had stepped foot into your dream school. You find your success in life as easily as you had executed whatever plan it had been in high school. You're quickly where you want to be in life, top of the city, sipping margaritas with your friends when you grow bored. It's something that someone has dreamed of, and it's something that you have considered. Maybe you would consider staying where you are longer had it not been for the obscenely high crime rate lately.
"I heard Jessica got mugged the other weekend." One of your friends sighs. "Are you feeling better?"
"I am." Jessica mumbles. "Oh, but there was this super hot hero who saved me! I tried asking for his name, but he never told me. Black suit, blue bird thing on his chest. He was so... dreamy!"
"Jessica, darling," Another woman chimes in. "I'm sure you've gone delusional. New York City does not have people saving them. Our crime rate is just a nightmare in itself."
"Was it Nightwing? You know, the... superhero?" You furrow your brows. "I think that's what he is."
"Is that his name?!" She gushes. "He's sooo romantic!"
"Jessica, aren't you engaged?"
"Awh, it's not as if I'd ever get a chance with him."
You chuckle. "Did he look good?"
"So good. God. His black hair? I thought I was going to lose my mind."
"Darling," A woman reaches their hand for yours. "How do you know about Nightwing?"
"I read Gotham Daily for fun." You smile. "It's good to keep up with what's been going on in my home city."
"Right! Then surely you know Nightwing?"
"Know is a little bit of an overstatement." You grimace. "I don't know him personally. I know about him."
"Oh, well." Jessica chuckles. "I'm sure you'll get to know him so much more soon."
"What."
"He asked if I knew anyone by your name, so I told him your add-"
"You gave my house address to a random man who saved you?!" You yell. "That's stupid!"
"He was asking for you!"
"Why?"
"I don't know." Jessica holds back a laugh. "I told him your studio address."
"At least it wasn't my house address," You mumble. "But I'm holed up in that hellhole when I get bored, so I suppose it's the equivalent of giving him my house address."
"He's got real defined muscles-"
"Okay, Jessica, I think that's enough for the night. I'll call your fiancé for you."
"Ugh. He's so fine."
"We get it, darling."
You help her into her fiancé's car, watching as the two of them drive away. The other ladies all head off, and you stand there in the night. It's not half as cold as you're expecting it to be, but you suppose being alone at night is a little lonely. You purse your lips, clicking on your phone to call an Uber to your studio. You didn't feel like staying home. Maybe sketching your frustrations out in the studio would do something better.
"Alone at night, sweetheart?"
You turn to face the voice.
"...Nightwing?"
He's in the second design.
"Miss me?"
"I don't know, actually." You mumble. "I was just feeling a little betrayed that Jessica just gave you my address like that."
"I checked it out. It's a nice little studio. Are you still up to big things?"
You shrug. "I bet you read the magazines about me."
"I do." He chuckles. "I have your sketches pinned on my walls still, even when I moved." He leans in, breath tickling your ear. "Shall I take you home?"
"To the studio, if you will."
"Hold on tight." He wraps an arm around your waist, launching the grappling hook. "I don't remember if you've ever flown with me."
"I have not." You cling onto him, grimacing. "Please do not drop me. You aren't Spiderman."
"Should I be offended that you're comparing me to a fictional superhero?"
"I'm going to die if you do."
"We're here." He lands on the rooftop.
"Why the sudden move?"
"Am I not allowed to follow my favorite designer to the ends of the earth?"
"Yeah. It's a little creepy, honestly." You scrunch your nose. "Did something go wrong with your suit?"
"No." He mumbles. "Maybe. I don't know."
You raise a brow at him.
"Nothing went wrong. I just missed you."
"Missed me or having a place to patch up that wasn't Batman?"
"Both." He mumbles. "Can I see your designs?"
"So you can steal them?"
"Not fair. You're the one who let me steal them." Nightwing pouts. "I still have them on my wall, if you want to visit my place."
"That's a little too early." You imitate his pout, leaning back, his arm still around your waist. "Don't you think?"
"For someone who's caught you naked when you were in high school, I don't think so." He hums, hand leaving your waist. "Will you show me around?"
"Since you asked so nicely."
It's strange to see him again after so many years. You were sure that Robin — Nightwing — would come to forget you at some point. You had heard more stories about how he had been such a great protector of the city at dark alongside Batman, so you suppose that inevitably he probably had found someone on the way. You heard he had a thing with Batgirl at some point. You wonder why he didn't stay with her. The newspapers were just as shocked as you were when they found out they broke up.
"I heard you had a thing for redheads." You hum, opening the door on the rooftop. "You know. With the whole dating thing on the magazines."
"I suppose I am weak to them." He follows you down the stairs, pausing when you fish out a key and open the door. "Jealou-"
You cut him off. "Welcome to my studio."
"Are those superhero suits?"
"I was trying to figure out what fabrics would work to avoid acid burns." You shrug. "Old habits. I was thinking of visiting Gotham a little later and I was worried I'd get caught up in another attack."
"You'll be fine. Robin is surprisingly competent."
"Are you guys like one big family or something?"
"No." You catch the way he pauses in inhaling. "Nope."
"Sure." You yawn. "I'm crashing. Please be gone by morning."
"Aw, you don't want to see me?"
"I can't tailor anything for you. Go to bed."
"Superheros don't sleep."
"You're human. Night." You close the door to the bed in the studio, and Nightwing looks around at the papers scattered on the floor. New York could survive a day without him.
You wake up the next morning to Nightwing still in your studio, staring at the sketches on the floor.
"Did you end up giving this one to Kid Flash?"
"There's no use. He's dead." You yawn, opening your laptop.
"Didn't need to remind me like that."
"Nightwing. Don't you have a home to go to?"
"I'm exhausted, true." He yawns. "You're contagious."
"Whatever helps you sleep." You grumble. "Stupid emails. Go home."
"And if I want to stay?"
"I'll peel your mask off." You sigh. "Now go."
"Can I crash some other time?"
"If you can find my apartment."
"Shall I bet on it, sweetheart?"
You tilt your head at him, raising a brow. "Be my guest."
Sometime between where you are now and where you had left Dick, he had caught up. Maybe it had been a chase he was doing unconsciously. Maybe he missed the way you would patch him up in your apartment at night no matter how late he found himself in your room. Maybe he missed the way you would take him out for dinner if he did well on a test. Maybe he just missed you. He finds himself staring at you in the grocery store, lips parted in mild surprise. He wasn't expecting to run into you here. He thought you'd stay holed up in your studio for the day.
"...Richard?"
"Dick." He corrects.
"It is you!" You mumble. "What are you doing in New York? I thought you were working for law enforcement at Gotham."
"Change of plans, change of place." It wasn't exactly a lie. He needed to leave that place. He doesn't know why he picked your city of all places, though. "You?"
"I've been here."
"I suppose." he hums. "Is it nice here?"
"Safer than Gotham." You laugh dryly. "I can't believe Nightwing left that place."
"Why?"
You turn to stare at him. "I figured he'd want to stay close to Batman."
"The first always wants to leave and explore." Dick smiles.
"A psychology fact or just something small?"
"An observation not proven by experiments." He hums. "Why are you here?"
"Low on oat milk." You mumble, reaching for the fridge door.
"You're really living that New York City life, huh?"
"Maybe."
"Do you miss Gotham?"
"Never." You pause. "I only miss it because someone used to crash my place."
"Someone?"
"Secret." You smile at him. "Have fun in New York."
"If you don't mind." He mumbles. "Can we exchange numbers again?"
"I never changed my old one."
It never struck Dick that maybe you would keep your old number. You had no reason to keep it, after all. Yet, as he clicks open a conversation that he hadn't touched in years but still kept, he wonders if the two of you had just stopped in time. Maybe he had just chosen you from the start. It wasn't as if his high school life was conventional. The popularity at school meant nothing to him in retrospect.
So, he finds himself staring at the ice cream aisle for a little too long, staring at your favorite flavor an uncomfortable amount of time. Maybe it would be his housewarming gift for you as someone crashing into your room. He should go home soon, he supposes. The sun was setting quickly, and he had to do nightly patrol.
He wonders if he'll just crash into your apartment out of instinct.
So, after a quick clean-up and call to the police, he finds himself landing on a random balcony. He could be wrong. He was sure this could just be some complete stranger's balcony, but it could also be right. He had a feeling that you were inside, as he always did. He finds a strange sense of deja vu, especially as Nightwing. He wanted to pay you a visit on the first day in your super-suit, but you had taped the notice that you were already gone.
"I'm surprised you actually found this place." You tilt your head at him as you open the door. "Come in."
"Weird sense of deja vu, no?"
"Almost." You yawn, noticing a bag in his hand. "What's that?"
"Housewarming."
"I don't recall telling you my favorite ice cream flavor, ever."
"Lucky guess."
"Sure, hero." You hum. "I'm too tired to be a good host, so do what you want."
"Could you wrap me up? That's all I want."
"You're hurt?"
"It's not easy out on these streets."
"Better be no cuts."
"Just a handful of bruises."
"I'll get the ice." You sigh. "Why do you always come at the most unconventional times of day."
"Maybe I just like you when you're half drunk on sleep depravity, pretty girl."
"I'm going to punch you." You grumble, activating the ice pack from your first aid kid, and throwing it at him. Nightwing fails to notice the way your ears burn from the nickname.
"Is it just one bedroom?"
"Did you think I lived in a penthouse?"
"Kind of."
"I live alone. There's no need." You blink. "Knock yourself out. I'll be in bed."
"Sweetheart."
"Yes?"
"Have you ever considered me to be a man?"
"As in jump me? No." You hum. "I have security cameras in all four corners of the room. If you did, I would have the evidence to prove you as some creepy guy in my house."
"Even if I'm Nightwing?"
"Even if you're Nightwing."
Dick watches as you completely fall asleep in your bed, ignoring the way that he gets up to sit by you, staring at your sleeping form. You were always too vulnerable with the wrong people, maybe. You had handed him all of your designs in a heartbeat, spilling out everything that had ever plagued your mind in a breath. He rests his chin on the plush of your mattress, breathing matching yours, staring at you. He wonders if this was what he had moved to New York for. Crashing your room at the unholy hours of the night and catching up with you. It's a foolish dream of his. You could never love him back at himself, so he resorts to crashing your apartment and asking for patching up as Nightwing instead.
"Pretty girl." He mumbles, sitting up, pressing a kiss to a lock of your hair. "Missed you."
You wake up to Nightwing gone, the balcony door closed, thankfully, and a splitting headache. You wonder if your all-nighters have finally caught up with you. Maybe they have. You're caught between wondering if you should text a friend to bring food for you or just ordering off of some overpriced delivery app in the most overpriced city in the country. You decide against both, falling asleep in your bed covers as your fever rages on. How exhausting.
You wake up to the sound of your doorbell, tugging yourself out of bed, taking your gun with you.
"Who is it?"
"It's me."
You open the door to your apartment, squinting at the man.
"Come back another time. I feel like shit right now." You grumble, reaching to close the door on Dick.
"If you're sick, shouldn't you need someone to take care of you?"
"My secretary can."
"You have a secretary?"
You sniff. "Yeah."
"I heard she's on break from the twitter updates account. Let me in. I promise I won't burn your kitchen down." Dick mumbles.
You frown. "And you're not going to jump me?"
"No."
"Promise?"
"Yes."
"Well, if you do." You mumble, showing him the gun in your other hand. "I have this bad boy."
"You have a gun?"
"You never know who's going to break in." You grumble, opening the door to let him in.
"Do you have groceries?"
"I was at the store yesterday. Make do with what I have. Or something." You blink, pulling the blanket further over yourself. "I feel like I've been struck in half by an axe."
"Go rest up." Dick places a hand on your forehead, resting his forehead on yours. "You're burning."
"I think I know that much." You shuffle back to your bed, laying flat on it.
"Do you have Advil?"
"Tylenol's in the cabinet. Might be expired. I've had it forever."
"It's not." He mumbles, getting a glass of water for you as well. "Come on."
You sit up, swallowing the pills with the water, head still spinning. "Thermometer's in the same cabinet."
Dick presses the infrared thermometer to your head, staring at your temperature. "You're awfully hot."
"Thanks." You grumble. "You haven't said that since high school."
"What do you usually do when sick?"
"I haven't been sick since I moved out." You blink slowly, lying back down. "Don't trash the place."
"I won't."
You pass out.
It's ironic. Dick was in your apartment less than twelve hours ago as Nightwing, and now he was in your apartment cooking you soup that he doesn't remember ever learning the recipe of. He missed this. He missed you. Maybe that was why all those women had looked at him at some point in their relationship and told him that he liked someone else. How pitiful of him. To love someone yet date someone else.
But you recover just as quick. Almost as if you were waiting for him to just enter your apartment and take care of you. It was as if your body just needed him once. You don't know. You wake up to Dick sprawled on your couch and your body all dehydrated. There's a bowl of soup next to you that's still warm, and you start eating it as you take your own temperature. It's day. You don't know if it's the same day or you slept through an entire day, but the sun is out, and you feel a little better.
"Do you want help?" Dick opens one of his eyes to stare at you, and you blink at him.
"I'll be fine. Thank you for staying overnight."
"Of course." He hums.
Nightwing crashes two nights later, tumbling down your fire escape. You clutch the gun in your hand and stare at the balcony.
"Just me, sweetheart."
"What a crash landing." You mumble, opening the window to let him in. "What is it this time? We really shouldn't have that many supervillains here."
"Less, that's true." Nightwing hums. "But I still got a good beating." He laughs.
"You're going to be permanently bruised at this rate." You haul him through the window, sighing. "What do you want this time? More bandages? Gauze? A trip to the ER? My soul?"
"Nope. Just checking to see how my favorite girl is doing."
"Now that's just creepy."
"That is not!"
"Oh, no it definitely is." You sigh.
"Are you feeling better?"
You tilt your head as Nightwing pulls his suit up to show you the bruise. "I had a splitting fever yesterday. I'm better now."
"That's good. You didn't answer when I knocked yesterday."
"So you guessed I was sick?"
"Greatest detective in Gotham, remember?"
"Yeah, but this is New York." You mumble, breaking another ice pack to press to his bruise. "I'm sure there's someone better than you."
"Really?"
"I'm sure of it."
Nightwing swings by your apartment every other night. You don't understand how he has the time for that, but you don't question it or anything else. Too many questions lead to too many thoughts. You try not to think of much when you're hanging out with him every other night.
"At this point, I'm going to become nocturnal." You grumble, hanging off the edge of the couch.
"Just for me?"
You raise a brow. "No."
"Are you still designing?"
"Here's a new sketch." You hand him a random paper from the ones all over the ground, and he stares at it.
"A new design for me?"
"No. Just an alternate outfit."
"Can't you get it sewn up for me?"
"I don't like you that much." You grumble.
Nightwing rests his chin on your shoulder huffing.
Somewhere between the crashing apartments and movie nights, you found yourself tangled in Nightwing's limbs, closer to him than you could have imagined in the past. You wonder if any traces of Robin are there, the bruises and scars littered all over his body. You wonder if he had ever liked you. In the empty nights that you had spent with Robin, you found yourself enamored by him. It was foolish for you to ever develop those feelings, so you wonder if Nightwing can read it off of you. He probably can.
"I can't make it in two days." Nightwing mumbles, adjusting the blanket draped over the two of you.
"Mm," You mumble. "Why not?"
Nightwing goes silent, staring at the screen. "Breach of privacy, don't you think, sweetheart?"
"So now I'm not allowed to hear about what you're doing in your free time?"
"Hero's secret." He rests his hand on your shin, tracing mindless circles on your skin. "You'll forgive me, right? Sweetheart?"
You grumble, looking to the side.
"I'm not going to be patroling that day, anyway."
"Oh, yeah." You mumble. "I'm not home that day either. I'm supposed to help Dick move into his new apartment."
"Cheating on me, pretty girl?"
"I was two timing you guys in high school, sure." You pause. "Speaking of Dick. I don't remember ever giving him my home address. How did he even find me?"
Nightwing taps your shin twice. "You sure you didn't text it to him?"
"I swear I didn't-" You pause when you see a conversation with Dick, sending him your full address. "Strange. I don't remember."
"Are you showing early signs of memory loss?"
"Don't be a dick," You pout. "Maybe I texted him while half delirious."
"I have to go, sweetheart," He mumbles, brushing your hair back and pressing a kiss to the corner of your eye. "The city calls."
"I was thinking about it," You tuck your legs back to your chest, staring at him as he clasps everything back onto his outfit. "We should really stop doing that."
"Doing what?"
"Whatever it is we are doing." You mumble. "The whole... situationship thing."
"Do you not want me anymore?"
"I'd prefer to actually find someone." You adjust the blanket on yourself, clicking to lower the tv volume. "That's not right. I can't date a superhero. I think that's more normal. I don't even know who you are."
Nightwing opens his mouth, closing it when he remembers he can't argue with you on it.
"Does that mean I can't crash anymore?"
"No." You huff. "No more cuddling."
"And if I ask you out?"
"No point." You grumble. "I'd be dating a superhero and not a human."
"I thought you said I was human?"
You pause. "But I don't know who you are. You could be some creepy forty year old for all I know."
"'Kay, now that's just rude, sweetheart. I am not forty."
"Yeah, yeah," You grumble. "Ask me out in your civilian form if you really want me that bad."
"Is that a deal?"
"As long as it isn't out of nowhere."
Nightwing disappears into the city, and you glance at the movie still playing in the background.
Dick thanks you for the help with moving apartments. You wonder how he managed to end up as your neighbor, but as he kicks the remaining boxes into the complex, you don't really complain. You could be sitting in your room drawing something insane for Nightwing right now. Maybe it was a healthy break from the guy you've been falling in love with. You wonder why he didn't just stop seeing you once he found out you liked him.
"You look like you're thinking hard."
"That's definitely not something you know how to do?"
"Ey. I'm not stupid. Remember? I was salutatorian." Dick raises a brow, opening one of the boxes.
"I forgot." You pause. "Wasn't your brother suspended?"
"Yeah. He was quite a handful."
"He was funny," You hum, opening another box. "I found him really amusing."
"Makes you think hard about family dynamics."
"Really does." You hand him decorations to go around the apartment from the floor, and you pause when you see a binder. "What's this?"
"Oh, you weren't supposed to see that." He takes it from your hands, holding it behind himself. "You were not supposed to see that."
You glance at the paper flutter out of the binder, and you reach for it, pausing at the familiarity.
"Did you... where did you get this?"
"I found it at a thrift store." He smiles.
"Thrift stores don't sell old sketches by people drawn during high school for superheros." You deadpan.
"An antique store?"
"Spit it out, Richard." You furrow your brows, pulling your lip up. "Are you Nightwing or did you rob him? I doubt both of them, so your explanation better be convincing."
"I like you."
"what."
"Let's go out."
"Where is this coming from?" You shake your head in confusion.
"Um. Two nights ago?"
You pause. "I didn't see-"
You blink at Dick tuck the paper back into the binder, placing it on the kitchen counter.
"YOU'RE ACTUALLY FUCKING NI-"
"I'd prefer if you kept that revelation to yourself. These walls aren't soundproof."
You gawk at him. "I was wrapping you up every single fucking night at Gotham?"
"Yes?"
You sit there, hands lax, hanging from the box, questioning every single thing you had ever told him up to this point.
"YOU LISTENED TO ME TALK ABOUT HOW INFURIATINGLY HOT I FOUND YOU IN HIGH SCHOOL?!"
"...yes."
You slam your head into your hands, head spinning from the impact and realization. You told Nightwing you found him hot. You told Dick, who had crashed into your room almost every day at Gotham, all about how you thought he was attractive, but there was no point in telling him. You kissed him on the cheek in high school. The more you think about it, the more you question your presence in the room and the more you want to dig a hole and die in it. You were such an embarassment.
"I think I'm going to dig a hole and bury myself." You look up from your hands.
"Please don't do that." Dick mumbles, stepping next to you. "Do you hate me that much? You said you-"
"Yeah." You purse your lips. "Yes. But this is very out of the blue and I need a couple days to process all of this information."
"Your break ends in a couple of days."
"UGH!" You cry, dragging your hands down your face. "I would say yes but oh my god. This is embarassing. So embarassing."
"Yes."
You blink slowly.
"Is that a yes or a no?"
"It's a yes." You answer in a heartbeat. "Please give me a couple days to come to terms with it, though."
"Anything." He mumbles, kissing your forehead.
Dating Dick Grayson is an experience. He's quiet, slow, and he takes his time with you. You find yourself in his apartment more and more despite the ever-sinking knowledge that he's Nightwing. You forget sometimes — only for him to crash through his balcony and roll into your arms. It's worrying now that you're actually dating him. There's a fear that he'd go missing like his brother and maybe even die. The idea that he was returning to the police force wasn't any more comforting.
"Why here?" You mumble, peeling the suit off of his body. "We can go back to Gotham if you really want."
"Why would you move back to Gotham with me?"
"I've been working online for the past year." You sigh. "I never knew when you'd come crash landing into the house during night so I sold my studio. I'm always worried you'll go missing on me one day."
"You're willing to move back with me?"
You heave, picking the mask off of his face.
"Really?"
"Your family is there." You whisper, almost scared as though your voice would give out on you. "Mine is too."
"You'll go back with me?" He holds onto your forearms, eyes sparkling.
"Yeah."
You don't know what prompts you to tell him that at the dead of the night only a month into dating him, but it just felt right. It was strange to believe that you had been so willing to move so quickly despite dating him for such a short time. You weren't even sure if you would be able to last past the three-month mark. Maybe it was a mistake of some sort. To move with Dick so quickly. You don't know how you're supposed to decide so fast.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Dick grabs your wrist, causing you to stop with the wrapping. "You've wrapped four more layers than you usually do."
"Do you think we'll last past the three month mark?" You whisper, almost as if you were asking the wind and not him.
"Yeah." Dick hums, helping you rip the bandage. "It'll be fine."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." He smiles. "I haven't lied to you before, love."
"Yeah?"
"Mhm." He kisses you gently, body warmth grounding you. "I promise."
You tuck the rest of the bandages back into the first aid kit, and Dick pulls you into his lap, peppering kisses over your face and neck. It causes you to giggle, smile erupting on your face as butterflies had when you had fallen for him the first time. The worries melt away as Dick runs his hand up and down your back soothingly. You were lucky. The wait was worth it, you think. He was an angel.
"Let me know when to stop," He mumbles against your lips before going back to making out with you, kisses light on your skin.
You squirm in his lap, his hands holding your hips down, giving you just enough space so that you don't bruise. His tongue slips into your mouth at some point, your eyes going half-lidded, welcoming him with fervor. Dick's hands trace circles on your hip, hands snuck underneath your shirt to tug at your bra, unclasping it with his free hand, lips never leaving yours. Your hands reach down for his shirt, tugging at the fabric, fiddling with the fabric. Dick smiles against your lips, pulling away.
A strand of saliva breaks from your lips as he does. "Struggling, pretty girl?"
"Yeah." You huff, watching as Dick pulls it over his head.
"Pretty baby," He laughs. "Feel better?"
"Yeah," You mumble, leaning down to bite his clavicle. You suck on it gently as Dick traces a hand past your shorts down to your clit, drawing lazy circles on your clit, humming lowly, vibrations traveling straight to your core.
"Pretty girl..." He sighs as you let go of his collar with a pop, sliding a finger from your clit into your cunt, sighing slowly as he slides his finger in further, earning a whimper from your lips. "Feel good?"
"Mhm." You gasp. "Yeah."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, pretty girl." He whispers against your skin. "Want me to help you out?"
"Yes, please," You mumble. "Please, Dick."
"Anything for you, sweetheart." His hands speed up, thumb trying to brush circles on your clit as his index finger curls inside of you. You wonder if he's teasing or if he really doesn't remember where your g spot is — You choke on your own thought as he finds it. "There it is."
Your fingers reach for his chest, nails digging into his pecs as he continues curling his finger, adding another one inside of you. He hisses quietly as your nails dig deep enough to draw blood, a trail of red following the scratch as he continues with his fingers inside of you.
"Pretty girl, on the back please."
"Sorry," You move your hands to his back, yelping as he starts again. You clench on his fingers as he curls them once more, your orgasm ripping through your skin; the sweat wraps your body in a thin sheen of white, reflecting the dim lighting of the apartment. You curl into him, your whole body shaking from the orgasm, lips parted in a silent cry. You blink to try and catch your breath, coughing.
"Sweetheart?"
"I get why you've had so many exes now." You mumble.
"I like you the best." He mumbles, pressing a kiss to the corner of your eye.
"I bet you say that to all of them."
"Only to my favorites." He hums. "Just you."
You look at him doubtfully.
"I promise."
You close your eyes, head ringing. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
You move to get rid of your shorts as Dick slides his boxers off, straddling him and sinking down slowly. You stay there to adjust, and wait, mind wandering slowly as Dick starts bouncing you. You keep your voice to yourself, only small whimpers and light gasps slipping past your lips. Your eyes cloud over as your brain goes on autopilot. Dick notices quickly, stopping altogether when you don't seem to respond.
"Babe?"
You stare at him.
"What's wrong?"
"I'll be fine." You smile.
You count with fingers in your mind, from one hand to the next, then back to the original hand, changing so that one counts the fives and the other counts the other single digits, and then the tens and the single digits. You don't know why you're counting them, but it seems like a lot or too little — too little yet too much. Your mind spins gently, slowly, almost as if the thoughts were like murky water, pulling you down slowly, waiting for a moment to drown you wholeheartedly.
"Babe." Dick tries again, calloused fingers brushing over your hip. "Talk to me."
"I thought you were the one who sucked at communication." You blink back slowly, not registering your words. "You know?"
"I usually do, but I learn."
"I suppose you do." You stare at him. "I'm scared."
"Of us?"
"Yeah." You whisper. "It's in the back of my mind constantly. What if you return dead one day like you did to Barbara so many years ago?"
"I wasn't dead-"
"You were shot in the head." You whimper. "You." You go quiet, resting your head in the crook of his neck, closing your eyes. "I've done nothing with you."
"Pretty girl-"
"Your life as Nightwing was in Barb's hands." You start. "The two of you have done so much together. The news went insane when they found out you were engaged to her and set to marry her. I was so ready to see the news of a marriage, and then it seemed that you had just broken the engagement out of nowhere — and then I find out that you moved out of Blüdhaven and disappeared from the very city you poured your whole heart into and find you out here on the streets of New york? What — what kind of madness did I read in the morning newspaper, you, you left the city you fell in love with for the streets of New York?? Do you know how — how preposterous you sounded when you said that? It was as if I had been told that Batman was actually Bruce Wayne or something, it was so—"
"Babe." Dick whispers. "Babe."
"... insane of you to just do something — yeah?" You mumble. "Sorry. We're having sex and I'm—"
"I find it endearing," He laughs, resuming the circles on your hip. "But I'm with you now. Not with Babs." He smiles. "You. I moved here to New York after becoming Blüdhaven's billionaire savior because of you. I didn't move anywhere for any of my exes, right?"
You avoid his gaze, swallowing out of guilt.
"Don't feel bad for doubting me." He smiles. "I understand why."
"I guess that makes two trust issues havers in this relationship." You frown playfully.
"Well," He hums, standing up, switching positions to place you underneath him. "If you don't mind."
"God. I think I should get fucked silly. I hate my brain."
"Then what'll happen to all of my outfits?"
"Just find someone else." You grumble, kicking your legs over him. "I'm sure you can handle it."
"Really?" He thrusts into you sharply, causing you to gasp. "Really."
"Dick Grayson, just get on with it." You grumble.
You wonder sometimes where he had all the energy to patrol, work, and fuck you, but you suppose stamina training might've been part of the curriculum with Batman. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he pounds into you, mess of slick and cum following Dick's cock as he slides in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Dick pants into your ears, head spinning, drunk on the lust as he continues, fingers flying to your clit frantically, desperate to get you off. You're drunk off the same lust, hands moving to pull his lips to yours, mouth open and drool all over you two's chins.
It's messy.
You gasp and curl as you get closer, heels digging into the back of his thigh to try and have him deeper, his name slipping past your lips like a mantra, your mind melting into mush over him. Dick mumbles under his breath, marveling at how pretty you look with drool slipping down your chin and clouded eyes. You're gorgeous when you're reduced to a mess that can only gasp his name and pull at his hair. Crying lightly, you whimper about how you were close, spurring Dick to move impossibly faster. You cum with a clench of your walls and a cry caught in your throat, and Dick joins you, hips stuttering as he spills into you with a whimper.
Dick pulls out and collapses on top of you, a soft 'oof' slipping past your lips as he does.
"So... Gotham?"
"Give me two business days to recover from you."
"Yes babe."
The flight to the Wayne Manor is a little strange to you. You keep your apartment, and Dick ends his lease. You're told you get to fly back and forth whenever necessary, and you wonder if staying at the Wayne Manor and publicly getting involved with Dick was a great idea. Yet, you don't really care. You like sketching suit designs for the family in the Batcave. You also like going through the mess of Batman's closet and looking through every single design he has ever sported. Some of them were atrocious.
You turn to stare at the person enterring the Batcave.
"Pretty girl."
"Hey." You hum, leaning back to look at Dick.
"Drawing again?"
"I got bored and ended up here looking for inspiration."
"I figured." He sits next to you on the ground. "What are you drawing?"
"I was redrawing your original outfit as Nightwing," You smile. "The disco suit that you said reminded you of your parents."
"Does it look better now?"
"Slightly?" You raise a brow at the drawing. "There could be improvements."
"Like?"
"It's too flashy," You giggle. "I like my latter design better."
"What about the red one you hid in the back of the papers?"
"Oh, god, I'm embarassed about that one." You mumble. "But you did look good in it. Didn't it help you pull? I'm sure a good chunk of people were staring at your ass."
"You bet they were." He hums. "Didn't you like staring at me in it too?"
"Yeah. Your cape as Robin got in the way too often." You deadpan. "It had to be out there."
"It looked better out."
"Definitely."
"Do you want anything to eat or drink? Alfred's upstairs preparing dinner."
"Just call me when he's ready."
You sigh as Dick presses a kiss to your cheek.
"Sweetheart?"
"Yeah?"
"Love you."
"Love you too."
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toecrust69 · 9 months
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Hi! I’m not sure if you’re still taking requests but if you are, can I ask for one, Batfam x vigilante!male!reader (or gn, idc) The reader is a teen (younger than Tim and older than Damian). He’s like super smart and knows martial arts and is a total badass. The bat family has been trying to catch him for a year now. The reader just stopped a drug dealing, near the docks and was about to go back to patrolling but nightwing and Robin show up. They fight for a bit and robin kicks the reader in the water. The reader is exhausted too and passes out. Nightwing sees the reader not coming back up and dives in and rescues him. They take him back to the bat cave, put him in like a cell and the batfam starts questioning him. They find out he’s a kid and a orphan and ALSO knows who they are, bruce decides to adopt him (the reader and Robin not wanting that) but Bruce says something like since the readers just a kid and he already knows their identity, might as well adopt him and keep a eye on him. Thank youuuuu, I hope you can do this! Sorry if it’s a bit much <3
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Tw: profanity but honestly who cares, bad writing, bad fight scenes
Authors note: don't worry about it at all! I hope u enjoy <3 Also, the reader is gender-neutral so I'm gonna try my best to not use any pronouns. Please let me know if you find any mistakes and I will fix them as soon as possible. Also, I changed some stuff up, so I hope you don't mind.
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The harsh wind hit you as you jumped from rooftop to rooftop.
You'd occasionally go down if you ever heard a noise, but so far, you haven't.
It was a quiet night.
Quiet nights weren't common in Gotham, but every time there was one, something happened by the end of it.
You didn't know if it was some sort if curse put on Gotham but you honestly wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.
You landed on a bridge overlooking a river, but you must be been too deep in thought to notice the loud thud behind you.
You did, however, hear the familiar voice of Robin behind you.
"ow," he hissed.
You whipped your head back to look at him and saw him there, on the ground, holding his knee to his chest.
You stifled a laugh as you crochet down in front of him, but still a few feet apart.
"What's wrong?" you began mockingly, "I thought Robins could fly, so why did you fall?".
"Fuck you," he hissed through gritted teeth.
You rolled your eyes and stared patiently at him, waiting for him to give up and ask for help.
He sensed your heavy gaze on him and glanced up at you.
"What" he demanded— rather aggressively might I add— but you decided to ignore it.
You pretended to pick at your nails then said; "oh, nothing much... Just waiting for you to swallow your pride and ask me for some much-needed help."
You smirked when his glare hardened, clearly annoyed.
He clearly wasn't giving up any time soon, so you decided to take manors into your own hands.
Standing up, you fished a mini med kit from your pockets and walked towards him.
He didn't seem to notice you until you were crouched down in front of him —closer this time— examining his seemingly hurt ankle.
He squirmed in your touch and yelled profanities at you as you tried to calm him down and keep him still.
"What do you think you're doing!? Let go of me you mo-"
"Shut up!" your voice was stern which seemed to help him follow your orders. "Stop moving so much— I can barely see what's wrong"
A quiet moment passed and soon you were bandaging his ankle.
"Why are you here, anyway?" you asked. "Still trying to catch me?" you teased with a smirk as you finished wrapping his ankle.
It wasn't a secret that Batman and his family had been trying to catch you for a little over a year now; there had been many articles written about the latest fight between you and Batman.
And, you guessed it, Batman never won.
*sigh*, you're just too cool for your own good...
A mischievous smirk graced his lips as he spoke, "Yes, was it too obvious?".
Before you could process what he was saying, he was launching himself at you and you were on the ground with him hovering only inches above you.
He raised his fists to punch you, but you caught it before it got the chance to.
Kicking him off of you, you stood up and watched as he struggled to do the same.
Your breaths were heavy and you brought your fists and guard down.
You couldn't help but feel bad for the kid. He was still young— younger than you. You know what it feels like to–
Suddenly, you were pushed to the ground, again, with somebody hovering atop you.
The fall was so hard that it knocked the air out of your lungs, but you still managed to crane your neck up to see who it was, only to have a hand planter on your head, twisting it back to where it once was.
"You good, Robin?" ah, you recognized that voice— it was Nightwing.
He nodded his head and pointed to his bandaged ankle. "Yes, I'm okay," he pointed at you, "This imbecile here helped me out".
With his other hand, Nightwing took both of your wrists and held them together as makeshift handcuffs.
Before you could speak, Nightwing beat you to it. "Oh, is that so?" he said mockingly, "I didn't know you had it in ya. Thanks for helping him out but we gotta take you back now."
You groaned. Not this shit again, you thought.
But you weren't going to go without a fight.
He stood up, picking you up in the process. He held you flush against his back and leaned down to whisper in your ear, "You won't escape this time".
You took this position to your advantage and turned your head to face him. Before he could react, you swept your tongue over his cheek.
He stumbled back in disgust and touched his cheek with his hand. He glanced down at his hand in disgust and you took the opportunity to high kick him in the face.
He stumbled back into the ground with a groan and held his now broken and bloody nose.
You turned to face Robin who was now standing up, ready to fight.
He launched himself at you once again but you punched him in the face before he could reach you.
Dumbass, you thought.
He fell to the ground, clearly embarrassed, and you circled him before speaking.
"Say, Robin, was you falling and getting hurt all part of your plan to —unsuccessfully— catch me again?" you taunted.
His glare hardened on you but then glanced behind you.
You didn't think much of it until you realized that he was starting at something behind you.
You couldn't even turn your head fully before you felt somebody hit your back, causing you to stumble forwards.
But you fought yourself before you could fall (again), and turned to face the culprit.
There you saw Nightwing again, in a fighting position.
Fuck not agai-
Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by another fight between both Nightwing and Robin.
You might've been strong when fighting with one of them, but not with two of them.
The whole thing was a blur, but all you know is that you somehow ended up tumbling down the bridge rather ungracefully.
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Panting, Dick turned to Damian and saskef if he was okay.
"You good?"
"Yes", he responded through labored breaths. "Now all we have to do is bring them back and hope we don't end up getting our asses beat again".
"yeah, you gotta admit they're pretty good."
Damian nodded reluctantly in response. He glanced down at the water and then asked "Why haven't they come up yet?"
He shook his head mindlessly, still trying to catch his breath, when he realized–
"Holy shit where are they!?"
Dick frantically looked down at the water, Damian following suit.
They stared in horror as tiny air bubbles made their way up to the surface.
Before Damian could, Dick dove down into the water to get you.
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The last thing you remember before blacking out was Robin— aka Damian— kicking you into the water with Nightwing— aka Dick— by his side.
Yeah, that's right, you know their identity.
You had to admit it took you a while to figure it out, but when you did, you honestly weren't that surprised.
What did surprise you, however, was how quickly you found Superman's identity.
That and how he hid it.
God, the people of Gotham can be so stupid sentimes
I mean— he had the money and the family, so why not?
Anyways, that's not important.
What is important, however, was for you to get out of here.
You had woken up about five minutes ago, but you made no move to show it.
You tried your best to gather some information on where and how you got here.
But that was easier said than done when you were put in the hospital room that was boarded off from the rest of what you assumed to be the Batcave.
Suddenly, the door opened and you heard two heavy footsteps enter the room, along with a light one.
"How do you find them?" a deep voice, who you assumed was Bruce, asked.
"This little demon spawn here kicked them into the water and they passed out", Dick explained.
"Hey!" Damian hissed. "I already said I was sorry", his voice sounded lower and a bit guilty than before.
Bruce only hummed, stepping closer to you and it took everything in you not to freak out.
He reached his hand out to brush a strand of hair from your face and you internally thanked him because that strand had been tickling and annoying you since you woke up.
"Well, they're something" he started plainly and they simply hummed in response.
The door opened and another set of step walked in.
"What did you find on them?" Bruce asked the mystery person.
"Well, they live in an orphanage not too far from here. Actually, its the same one Dick grew up in." his voice was tired, deep, and familiar... Ah! Tim, aka Red Robin
He continued, "Their mom and dad died a couple years ago in a car accident driving and left an inheritance of 3,000 dollars that they will get once they turn 18. Oh! And I think they know our identity"
What? How the fuck did he-
"How the fuck do you know that?!" Damian asked, earning a light slap from Bruce.
"Language!" he demanded and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes.
"Oh, because they've been awake this whole time and they have a whole Google slide about us."
Fuck.
Your eyes snapped open and everybody turned to look at you.
An awkward beat passed when Dick finally broke the this atmosphere.
"I knew that".
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You stood in front of the Batcomputer, arms crossed over your chest, as you watched the chaos fold right in front of you.
You changed out the hospital gown and borrowed one of Tims's old shirts that fit you like a glove.
Everybody was screaming at one another and all you did was lean back and quietly munch away on one of alfreds cookies.
His cookies were delicious and you'd gladly sell your soul for the recipe.
Speaking of Alfred, he walked up beside you with a tiny metal tray holding more cookies and gestured at you to take some more.
You gladly accepted with a small 'thank you' and he was on his way.
Jason had arrived not that long ago when he heard that they finally caught you.
He was mainly arguing with Damian and Bruce but you honestly didn't care all that much.
All you could focus on were the damn cookies.
What did catch your attention, however, was Bruce's next words.
"Why don't I just adopt them!? They already know our identity and they'd make a great addition to the family and team!" he screamed.
"Hell no" you and Damian screeched at the same time while everybody else kept quiet.
You briefly glanced at Damian only for him to look around the now quite room.
They seemed to be considering it.
Damian let out a sarcastic and breathy laugh. "There's no fucking way you're actually considering this, Father", he muttered under his breath but still loud enough for everybody to hear.
His voice was almost as small as he felt.
"For once, I agree with him" you said, pointing at him.
"Aw, look, they're both already getting along like siblings." Jadon pointed at you, "I'm gonna call you demon spawn 2.0" Jason teased and smirked.
You and Damian both snapped your heads at him and gave him the coldest glare you could muster at the same time.
Usually, Jason wouldve cowered away in fear but he was too busy laughing his ass off at the resemblance.
You both rolled your eyes and turned back to face Bruce and the others. At the same time without realizing it.
Again.
Some of them were holding back laughter while the rest had their mouth open in shock.
Damian tilted his head and you asked, "What?".
They shook their heads and went back to what they were talking about.
"Well, I don't see why not" Cass started from her spot on the table. "They already know our identity —like you said —and we could always train them to be better".
Everybody else nodded in agreement except for you and Damian, who stared in shock.
"I can't belive this-!"
"You can't be serious-!"
You and Damian spoke at the same time, causing both of you to snap your head ad glare at one another before turning your head again.
Bruce brought up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and sighed in annoyance.
He muttered random words under his breath for a moment as everybody stared at him in confusion.
He eventually snapped his head up and finally spoke; "It's final," he pointed at you, "you're getting adopted," he pointed and Damian, "and you two are getting along"
You both stared at him for a brief second, disbelief written all over your face as you began protesting rather loudly.
Bruce finally snapped and turned to look at you both. "I said it's final! You can't change my mind!" His voice was stern, and a bit scary, so you stayed quiet.
He sighed in relief once you actually shut up.
He turned his back to face you, muttering to himself again.
You leaned over to Damian and whispered, "does he do that often?".
Damian leaned in a bit too and answered, "yeah, but don't worry, you'll get used to it".
You nodded absently and straightedge your back again when Bruce turned to look at you two again
"See!" He gestured at you two, "you're already getting along well. Jason was right, now stop whining." He began walking away.
They're already making me grow white hairs, he thought
Jason dramatically gasped at his words and followed behind him. "What was that!?"
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Finally! Im done! I really hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I love writing this. I'm really proud of how this turned out and I'm honestly kinda surprised that I managed to finish this quickly
-toes<3
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You: Whoever ate my strawberry cake, confess your sins now.
Barbara: I did. It was delicious
You: And you show no remorse for this atrocious action?
Barbara: Not in the slightest
You: Barbara Gordon, I will get you for this. Sleep with two eyes open.
Barbara: I do that already-
Damian: That’s weird.
Barbara: Shut up.
You: Thank you Damian^^
You: Is everyone else dead on this chat?
Dick: Nope. I’m still here.
You: Do you enjoy being a spectator to my troubles?
Dick: I find it entertaining—
You: Of course you do. Anyways, Barbara is banned from the kitchen until further notice as punishment for eating what was rightfully mine.
Barbara: WHAT!?
You: Alfred said he’d help me enforce that. Now, you know better than to mess with him.
Barbara: You can be really petty, [Name].
You: Serves you right.
Barbara: This isn’t fair! It was only one slice—
You: My last slice. I used up all of the strawberries for the cake and now I have to go buy more.
Barbara: Anyone could’ve done it. You’re only overreacting because I’m not one of your precious brothers.
You: What nonsense. They’re beacons of justice, they would never.
Dick: I would’ve had some.
You: Thieves, all of you. Gotham will only be truly safe when my pastries don’t go eaten by someone else.
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hazelsmirrorball · 1 year
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The Better Robin, the better lover.
Pairings: Batfam x batsis, batsis x Roy Harper
summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and the Batbros are fighting over who is most likely to get a flower arrangement.
warning: fighting, mentions of death.
a/n: And the Cupids Fourteen love stories continue. Hope you guys are enjoying the series! Lots of love
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Dick Grayson walked down the stairs in the Wayne Manor heading towards the kitchen to sneak some snacks but his little trip stop when he spotted a beautiful flower arrangement neatly placed on the kitchen counter. Before he had time to pick the card of the flowers his actions where interrupted by Jason Todd entering the room.
“Don’t get near my flowers” he said emphasizing on my flowers.
“Your flowers? Who even got you flowers?” He said inspecting him up and down.
“ I have many lovers, Grayson. So they obviously sent me flowers. Now keep your dirty hands off it” Jason exclaimed, slapping his hand away.
“You can’t just assume these flowers are yours. It’s obvious that the flowers are for me, they are literally f/f, my favorite flowers. So I highly doubt that those flowers are for you. Now step aside and let me thank the person who got me those”
“Answer me this Dick, when have you had a stable relationship that your partner would send you flowers? Exactly, now move”
“Why do you find the need to offend me? I’m not the one that had commitment issues, look at yourself ” Dick said looking at Jason knowingly.
“Die and then you can judge my commitment choices” He muttered, pushing him slightly.
“I already did, asshole. That’s why I’m judging, you can’t use getting brutally murder as an excuse for everything, ” Dick said, pointing his chest several times.
“Dick, listen to what you just said because right now you’re really living up to your name” he said even louder face to face to him slapping his hand away.
“My names not Dick you ass. It’s Richard so joke on you” he said pushing him back. Both of them started pushing each other back and forth each time being harder.
“Oh! They look beautiful” Tim Drake said entering the frame and pushing past his brothers to look at the flowers.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Jason and Dick said at the same time looking down at their brother. Tim turned around to them, glaring at them.
“Please, Jason. I don’t want to get personal but you never leave this house and if you do, it’s for your vigilante bullshit so they wouldn’t know you live here and you, none of your situation ships are giving you such expensive flowers so move and keep on walking” Tim said smelling the flowers leaving two angry guys to stare him down.
“I’m sorry that you are so in love with your little boyfriend. But you literally couldn’t say it better, they are too expensive for you boyfriend to buy it” Dick responded.
“Are you trying to assume my boyfriend is poor?” Tim said, turning towards him.
“You said it not us” Jason responded, making Tim yell at him. The three of them yelled at each other making a huge ruckus. Bruce passed by watching them fight which made him quickly turn around back to his room. A few minutes later Roy Harper walked into the kitchen standing near the three boys.
“Guys?” Roy said but none of them answered after a few minutes of trying to get their attention.
“What!” The three of the yelled at Roy.
“Why are you guys fighting right now?” Roy asked separating them.
“We are trying to figure out who got us these flowers” Dick responded agitated, looking at him.
“Oh, that’s what this is about? Easy, I got the flowers” Roy responded with a shrug.
“See! I told you guys it was mine! Thank you so much Roy” Jason responded, giving him a side hug.
“You’re welcome? But just so you know this isn’t for you” Roy responded confused.
“What?!” Jason exclaimed, pushing Roy out of the hug.
“Ha! I knew you would eventually come through” Dick said, hugging Roy.
“It wasn’t for you either, Dick” he muttered.
“You disappoint me, Harper” Dick said, letting him go.
“I’m flattered Roy” Tim said walking towards him to walk him but before he did Roy spoke.
“Guys, it’s not for any of you guys. Did you even read the card?” Roy asked, looking at the trio. All three of them shook their heads, not making Roy roll his eyes.
“Well for who isn’t then?” Tim asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Oh, hi Roy!! I just wanted to thank you for the gifts” Y/n said walking in with chocolate covered strawberries in her hand.
“Y/n?!?” The trio exclaimed looking between the pair. Roy quickly blushed covering his face.
“What?” She asked, confused taking a bite of the chocolate covered strawberries.
“The flower arrangements are for you?” Dick asked, raising an eyebrow.
“The flowers, the chocolate covered strawberries and the plushies are for me, why?” She said looking at her brothers.
“I just can’t believe you and him or even better, you with anyone” Tim said looking at the flowers.
“What can I say, I got the romantic genes in our family” She said winking at them.
“You did not” Jason glared at her.
“I’m the only one that got a gift, so..” she said with a laugh making them roll their eyes.
“Just wait until you read the card” Roy responded with a small smirk. The three of them leaned into the flowers picking out the card reading the little note. All three of them angrily gasped at what they read.
“To the better Robin! That’s just insulting”
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yandereteentitans · 23 days
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Don't Let Me Down
Summary: Robin hates you, as you always cause trouble, but he has grown attached to your routine CW/TW: Enemies to Lovers, Really Short, Might make a part 2?
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Robin watches you wave him goodbye, before jumping off the roof. He quickly rushes to the side to see where you had gone, but you disappeared. He groaned, his fist clenching into the concrete of the roof, before he sighed and let go. It was late and there was no point in him worrying about you.
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You watch the team closely as you sipped your lemon-flavored tea. The sweet-tangy flavor smoothed the ache in your throat from where the man of the hour had punched you. You had been low profile for a few weeks, bidding your time.
You can tell by the way Robin is tapping his foot and he can't seem to focus that he's bothered by it. You wondered what he was thinking, but then again he was never to hard to read.
You never disappeared for longer than a week, so he knew you were up to something bad- Probably something with Slade. God, he hated you and Slade working together; As the most difficult villains, it would only cause mass destruction if you two were in cahoots.
He knew he was being watched, but with the crowded diner, it was hard to determine who exactly was watching him. He could hear the team talking amongst themselves, but his mind was clearly somewhere else.
Suddenly, he made eye contact with a h/c haired girl. His brows scrunched together, but before he could piece together who she was, a burger was thrown at him. He groaned, looking over at the culprit. The meat rolled off his face, causing Robin to scowld.
"Sorry, Robin. I meant to hit Cyborg."
Suddenly a carrot hit Beastboy in the temple,
"Like that?"
Robin groans, but he turns back around. Expect when he tries finding the girl again, she was gone. He rubs his face, before sighing.
"Where is that waitress with the check?"
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You clicked your heels against the side walk as you hum to yourself. The abandoned factory sat in front of you and you smiled when seeing a familiar face.
"Why, if it isn't my favorite little hero."
Robin steps into the light, his face stuffed into a frown. "Y/n."
You tilt your head, "Oh, the big bad super hero knows my name. It's not some big secret lover boy."
You raise your hand up, catching the boom-a-rang the man tried hitting with you.
"Nice try, Richard."
"I want to make a deal with you." He steps closer and you hum.
"I'm listening."
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lynnhf · 2 months
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Squishing and Kissing Bat Boys Cheeks
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@Batsyforyou gave these (Dick and Damien headcanon ideas, bare-boned) to me and I expanded on them and put in my ideas as well. 
Squishing and Kissing Bruce Wayne’s Cheeks (Plantonic): 
You don’t dare. 
You do NOT.
You chose life, thanks.
I don’t see this happening at ALL. 
Unless of course, he is at his lowest. 
I see this happening when he is in his Bat suit without the cowl sitting slumped in his chair in front of the bat computer. 
He is feeling defeated and you feel like you need to cheer him up. 
But instead of an invigorating talk, you cup his cheeks, squish them, and plant kisses over his face while cooing over him. 
This behavior is so sudden and out of place to him, that it shocks him out of his depressed mood.
You pull away from him. “Better?” Silence. 
You don’t speak of this again. 
Worth it? …Maybe not. 
Squishing and Kissing Damian Al-Ghul Wayne’s Cheeks (Platonic):
Acts like he hates it but secretly likes it. 
As his older sister/friend, you believe that it’s your duty to love on him. 
Your definition of loving on him just happens to include embarrassing cooing, cheek squishing, and kissing. 
Damien would smack your hands away, blushing red saying, “Don’t touch me, peasant.” 
However, this does not deter you, you instead do it more.
Jason and Tim tease him but are secretly Jealous. 
To counteract this behavior, you do to them what you do to Damien. 
Damien then gets to make fun of them in turn. 
Worth it? Kinda, yeah. 
Squishing and Kissing Jason Todd’s Cheeks:
His reaction is… strange. 
He doesn’t know what to do with these feelings and this touch. 
He just freezes up.
He just blinks… then pushes you away roughly. 
He doesn’t mean to hurt your feelings, he just… doesn’t do... that.
But after a while, when you don’t spring it on him, he’ll learn to like it. 
Maybe even smile a bit. 
And after a while of being in a relationship, he’ll respond more energetically. Wide smile, teasing manner, and lifting you up for a tight hug. 
Worth it? …Yes.
Squishing and Kissing Richard John Grayson “Dick” cheeks:
Dick would love the attention. 
Starved for touch that is not simply being beaten up by bad guys.
I could see his girlfriend doing this when Dick comes home to their shared apartment. 
Since he works as a police officer in Bludhaven, I can only imagine the stress he goes through when you add it to vigilante work. 
So being welcomed home by his loving girlfriend makes it all better.
He walks through the door, his girlfriend walks over to him and there you go. 
She gently grabs his cheeks, squishes them gently and plants kisses all over his face. 
This brings a smile to his face. His entire face lights up and practically most of the stress leaves his shoulders. Not all of it, but most. 
In either case, Dick feels loved and cared for. 
Dick leans down to make things easier on her to, his hands either on her hips, or hugging her waist. 
So worth it.
Squishing and Kissing Timothy Drake’s “Tim” Cheeks:
In his tired, sleepless state, you’d just get a sleepy, sloppy smile. 
This boy needs sleep. 
So you’d use this to lure him to bed to sleep. 
Or to take away his 12th coffee cup to give him water instead. 
Or make him sleepy enough to fall asleep. An unexpected side effect the first time you did it. 
It melts your heart to see that sleepy smile, so you keep doing it. 
So what if you turn it into a weapon?
Worth it? Oh yeah.
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maj-3k · 1 year
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Wally: Once when Barry disappeared, I had to cross a couple of countries to find him.
Dick: At least you had a chance to find him. Try to find Batman.
Y.N: When Constantine gets lost I always have to go to all the clubs in town. Usually I finds him drunk in some alley. This happen least once a week...
Dick: Do you need to talk or something?
Y.N: No. I got used to it.
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kimjun · 4 months
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Jason: Damian and Yn like to win. When they were 12 years old, a boy in the Scout Club bragged that he could sell the most cookies.
Jason: Damian and Yn walked around the neighborhood until they got blisters on their feet and won by 10 cases.
Dick: The best part is they weren't even in the Boy Scouts.
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frickingnerd · 4 months
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dick gumshoe crushing on a reader, who's already in a relationship
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pairing: dick gumshoe x gn!reader
tags: unrequited feelings, friendship
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gumshoe knew that you were dating someone else, but he couldn't just turn off his feelings for you
he wished that he could, because he didn't want those feelings to stand between the two of you 
he knew that if you ever found out that he had a crush on you, it would only make things awkward between you two and he'd likely lose a very good friend
and the last thing he wanted was to lose you!
he could live with the shame of loving someone who was already taken, someone who was his good friend, but he knew that he couldn't live without you
you were important to him! not just as someone he loved but also as his friend
and so, gumshoe vowed to keep his feelings for you to himself, quietly pining for you, while you were with someone else…
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.⋆。Learned Behaviours。⋆.
Dick Grayson x plus size reader
The one where Alice has picked up some bad habits
Warnings: pregnant reader, fluff, dad!dick
WC: 1.1k
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
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Nap time was sacred in the Grayson household. After lunch had been devoured and playtime had been played, you would all gather in the living room and toss blankets and pillows onto the floor before all curling up together for a nap.
It started when Alice was barely a week old. Neither you or Dick had any energy to step foot from the small square of warmth between the coffee table and the couch that had become Alice's spot. The both of you frequently fell asleep next to each other on the floor, watching over your little one as she slumbered on. And thus family nap time was born.
Now that Alice was almost 4, naps were a little less vital for her but as you hit the 6 month mark of your pregnancy and Dick started going back to his duty as Nightwing- naps were a necessity to the grown-ups. So you threw on some Bluey for your daughter to watch and curled around her little body as your husband wrapped an arm around your pregnant belly and nuzzled his nose into the back of your head. 
You both were passed out before the theme song ended.
A soft crunching brought you back from sleep. You groaned, now feeling uncomfortable as your front is cold while your back is overheating. You shoved Dick away from you, getting immediate relief from his furnace-like body but something was still wrong.
The TV was paused on an image of the cartoon dogs your daughter loved so much, but she was nowhere to be seen. “Ali?” You called, your voice raspy with sleep, but you were met with more soft crunching.
You groaned and sat up, your stomach churned as your baby woke up with you. “I know I know.” You whispered to them, standing cautiously, taking note that the sun had long-since set. Dick was still asleep at your feet, now curled around a pillow instead of your soft body. 
A thud came from the kitchen, distracting you from the sight of your handsome husband. A dull blue light filtered into the living room from behind the huge L-shaped couch. Now curious, you stepped around Dick quietly and tip-toed into the fully renovated kitchen.
Your brows scrunched in confusion- the fridge was wide open, providing the light you had seen from the living room but all other lights were off. “Ali?” You called out again, causing the crunching to stop. 
There was a clatter of dishes and then the fridge slammed shut. “'M here mommy!” Alice called back in a sickly sweet voice that she always used when she was in trouble. You smiled as she rounded the kitchen island. She wore an oversized hoodie, it flaring out around her legs from where it covered the black tutu she wore constantly these days. 
Her dark hair was in cute little buns at the top of her head, still somehow perfectly styled even after a day of play with her father. “What are you up to, baby bird?” You rub a hand over her head as she clutched at your pyjama pants.
“Nothin'.” She responded but her eyes darted over to the fridge.
You sighed. “Were you doing something you weren't supposed to?” She shook her head reluctantly. “Then I guess you wouldn't mind if I got a snack would you?” Her eyes went wide.
“Lemme get it for you mommy! You need rest!” She attempted to shove your legs to send you back to the couch but stopped when she saw your raised eyebrow. Alice scurried off, once again disappearing behind the island counter.
One of the cabinets slammed open, there was a rustle of plastic and then she returned, her tiny arms laden with her favourite snacks almost as if she were giving up an offering. “Here mommy! Now go sit.” You laughed under your breath at her antics.
“Alice, it's ok if you were hungry and wanted to get yourself a snack but you know not to go into the fridge without daddy or I to help you, you could’ve made a very big mess.” Her head lolled forward in shame. She dropped all her snacks to the floor in favour of \lifting her chunky hands above her head.
You did not hesitate to scoop her up and sit her on her wide hip. Immediately, she burrowed her face into your neck. “Sorry momma.” She murmured, her breath warming your skin. Placing a kiss to her soft forehead, you walked into the kitchen.
“That's ok baby, I know you were probably getting really hungry while daddy and I slept huh?” She nodded. The kitchen floor was spotless, which was surprising considering your daughter was about as graceful as a drunk giraffe, but there was a suspicious looking spoon on the ground.
Ignoring it for now, you went to the large fridge and carefully pulled open the door, bracing yourself for what you were about to find.
One of Dick's boxes of cereals sat on the second lowest shelf, slowly leaking milk onto the glass below while the half-empty jug sat open next to it. Unable to stop yourself, you laughed aloud, jostling your daughter who now rested on your chest.
It was an incredibly familiar sight from long before Alice was born. Dick used to frequently pour milk directly into bags of cereal in order to eat directly out of the box to cut down on dishes. 
You gave Alice a loving squeeze and set her down on the tile floor. “Good job not making a mess baby but maybe next time we can use a bowl and not the box.” She nodded in agreement, her smile returning now that she knew she wasn't in trouble. “Ok, let mommy clear this up. How about you wake up dad and get him to order us some pizza?”
Her little feet slapped against the floor as she ran off back to where her dad continued to slumber. With some effort, you retrieved the spoon and threw it into the sink before grabbing the soggy cardboard and throwing it into the trash just in time to hear a pained cry from Dick.
Standing on your toes, you were able to see that she had slid on her knees onto the blankets and then directly into his gut, violently waking him. “Hey there birdie.” He groaned.
“Mommy says we get pizza!” She shouted at him.
“Oh does she? And is mommy paying for this pizza?” His arms wound around her, tugging the small girl to his chest as she giggled.
“Daddy's paying cause obviously someone's been eating directly from the cereal box again and his little clone has picked up the habit.” At least he looked shameful as he glanced at you with a shy smile.
“Ok daddy's getting pizza!” Alice cheered and you rolled your eyes, somehow not being annoyed at all.
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princess-an · 2 years
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Dick: can you give me some dating advice
Jason: yeah die for a few years then come back to life murderous......
Dick: wh-
Jason: chicks dig that.
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idyllcy · 7 months
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the blue of your eyes, the blue of the sky
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word count: 3.3k
warnings: hurt/comfort
summary: all the colors in the world couldn't compare to the blue of his eyes
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You wonder some days how things ended up this way.
The setting sun paints your skin a colorful gold, a golden color you can't see, a golden color that your supposed soulmate says looks gorgeous. The sky is supposedly red, red bleeding into pink which then mixes into purple, a hundred colors that the average human eye can detect. Colors that you can't see no matter how hard you try. You met your soulmate, you did, but you can't see color in the same way he can. The only reason you know he's your soulmate is because years ago when the two of you had just met, you saw the most brilliant color in the world. The crashing of ocean waves, the dazzling baby blue of the sky, the blue on your soulmate's vigilante suit, the mesmerizing cerulean of his eyes.
You locked eyes with Nightwing, saw the most dazzling color of your life, and then as fast as it had come, it disappeared, your footing loose, falling off the same roof you had met your soulmate.
Something about your visual cortex had been damaged from the fall, rendering you unable to see the other colors, even after meeting your soulmate. Something else about how Broca's area made it so that you would slower speaking, speak less, less words, words easier. Essentially, your ability was back to that of a seven-year-old. The words are there, but they would come out slower than on average. You didn't care. Your brain still worked. You were more bothered about your vision.
The only color you knew was blue.
The blue of that one moment when you got to see your soulmate's eyes.
Two hours after you woke up, a man had rushed in, gorgeous blue eyes, reaching for your hand, his heart stuttering.
"I'm sorry." He had gotten on his knees, crying. "I'm sorry," He repeated, whimpering it, the same word repeated over and over again, tears dribbling down his face, and you looked at him. He had the same eyes as your soulmate. Nightwing, was it? You sat there in the bed, letting him cry, no words finding their way past your lips, unsure of what to say. What do you say? It's alright? It's okay? I don't mind that I lost my ability to see color because of you? You had just stared in silence, only blinking lightly outside the window when he had stopped apologizing, glancing longingly at the blue that was fading out of the sky.
"What color is that?" You squeeze the hand in yours, pointing at the sky, the fading dark blue.
"Purple." He mumbles. "That's purple."
"Does the sky turn purple at night?"
"It turns dark blue." Dick whispers. "It's purple because the sun is setting."
"What color is the sun?"
"At this hour, red." He mumbles, eyes bloodshot. You notice the streaks in his eye, blinking slowly.
"What color are the streaks in your eye?" You whisper.
"Red."
"Do your eyes turn red after crying?" Your voice matches his.
"Yes." Dick closes his eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry." You whisper.
Dick takes you home, your place, to pack up. Soulmates were expected to live together. It didn't matter if the two of you didn't know each other. It was the norm, and his place was better than yours, so it didn't matter. You packed your stuff, and Dick told you he'd take care of your furniture, asking which pieces you wanted to keep. "It doesn't matter. Keep the packaged boxes in the storage." You couldn't see any of their colors anyway, but those photos meant something to you, even if the only thing you could see was blue.
"Do you want a separate room?" Dick smiles apologetically, and you stare at his dog, crouching down to pet her. The grey in her hair has streaks of blue, so she looks very much faded to you.
"What's her name?"
"Haley." He smiles. "Bitewing too."
You scratch her stomach as she rolls over, and you blink at Dick.
"She has streaks of blue in her fur."
"That's good." Dick smiles. "is she blue?"
"A very faded shade of blue, but blue nonetheless." You whisper, gentle smile on your face. "A blueish grey."
Most colors look grey to you. You stare at the computer, splotches of grey all over it, reaching to press the buttons on the screen, taking the color picker, learning the colors based on the RBG of it all. You drag the mouse across the screen, almost as if you were intrigued by the other colors. Dick finds you on his computer, mouse dragged at a certain point, mumbling quietly, trying to memorize what shade of grey of the colors that weren't blue.
"What... color is this?" You point at the color on your screen, no traces of blue visible at all.
"The lighter one," Dick points. "Is yellow. The darker one is red."
You go back to scribbling on the page, colored pencils splayed out on the table. A thousand words on a sheet of paper, Dick finds. He can't cook for you, but he's worried you'll hurt yourself while cooking, so the two of you are stuck with takeout. You don't complain, asking him for the color of the shrine on the Chinese takeout box.
"That's red too."
"Brighter than the one on the screen?"
"Yeah."
You slip a piece of orange chicken to Haley, going back to your own food.
"Is there blue food?"
"Artificially dyed." He smiles at you sadly.
"Don't look at me like that." You frown. "I'm only asking you because I can't see the other colors."
"I know." He can't stop the guilt from crawling up his throat and eating him alive.
You turn to look outside the window again. "I want to travel."
Dick blinks at you. "To where?"
"Everywhere." You mumble.
You long for a freedom that Dick can't give you. He knows it, yet he returns home in the early hours of the morning, staring at your sleeping form in the bed, curled up next to your phone, Santorini and the Aegean sea on it, the clean waters of the Blue Lagoon, the Great Barrier Reef, all the blues in the world in your hand, a fascination with the ocean visible from your glowing screen in the early hours of the morning. He tucks himself into bed next to you, arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing just a little harder than usual, almost as if scared to lose you.
But you never bring up traveling again, almost as if you had realized you would never get to go. Your soulmate was in Blüdhaven, you were born and raised in Blüdhaven, the rest of your life would be here in Blüdhaven. You had no future in a place you had never visited before. You would be stuck in a city of red (as Dick had told you) and you would be stuck with the bricks and old architecture in the city. Your fingers would brush the bricks as white would come off of it, power on your fingers. The city was not where you belonged. It was evident in the way you spent so much of your time on the internet, longing for a place where you could see color on buildings.
"Go." Dick mumbles one night, blinking slowly as he focuses on the way your phone screen lights your face.
"Hm?"
"Go." Dick repeats himself, more sure this time. "Find yourself in the cities of blue."
"Are you sure?"
Dick wraps his arms around you tighter, burying his face into your chest.
"Go." He whispers, like a quiet prayer to you. "I will wait for you, no matter how long it takes."
Dick sends you off with a card of his and a kiss on your forehead, promising to wait, promising to send you messages and updates. You smile at him, something more genuine on your face, your lips pulled upward, excitement all over your body. There's something else on your skin, something sweeter, something prettier. You look like you're ready to leave, and Dick won't be the one to hold you back.
"How long will it take?" He mumbles, forehead pressed to yours.
"I will tell you." You smile.
And as with all things, Dick lets go.
Dick busies himself with rebuilding Blüdhaven as you busy yourself with the cities of blue, taking polaroids and noting down cities, gluing them into scrapbooks, scribbling little notes to yourself and Dick, texting him updates on your life. You wanted to ask him where he got the money, really, but just from the fact that you had never worried about where to stay or when to leave, you were thankful. You collect blue trinkets, taking notes on your phone as to why that one specifically, smile on your lips when you find ones that remind you of Dick's eyes. You missed them no matter how gorgeous the cities you lived in were.
"Hey." You hum, pressing speaker on your phone as you settle into the bathtub.
"Hey." Dick hums. "Where are you now?"
"I'm in Santorini." You hum.
"Did you go to Iceland already?"
"Yeah." You yawn.
"Where to next?"
"Wanted to see Istanbul." You hum. "Oh, and then I wanted to see Palestine."
"That's quite a jump." Dick mumbles, placing Haley's bowl down. "Anywhere between that?"
"Thought about Tibet, and then I wanted to see Japan."
"Isn't it cold there?"
"Yeah, but their skies are super clear. Oh, and then after Japan I was thinking about Hawaii."
"Are you going to the Maldives?"
"Maybe next time." You mumble. "Oh, and Cancun too. I also found out Havana's buildings are bustling with color, so I'll definitely stop there before I head back to Bl��dhaven."
"Is it fun?"
"Hey, how are you funding my travels?"
"I was left two billion dollars by my father's butler. He didn't have children, so my father and I were the closest thing to children he had."
"Ah." You mumble. "What kind of a man was he?"
"He was..." Dick smiles gently, telling you about Alfred, about all the times he had been raised and taken care of, memories spilling past his lips from his heart, forgetting about time. You hum along, listening, staring out the window, the ocean at your fingertips. You reach for the blue, closing your eyes as you imagine what Dick's eyes look like, chest warm, heart fluttering.
Your name spilling past his lips causes you to come back.
"Hm?"
"What about you? You send photos, but you never tell me anything."
"I miss your eyes." You hum. "The blue of your eyes."
"Yeah? Can't find them anywhere?"
"No." You breathe. "I miss your eyes." You exhale again.
"I miss your eyes too."
"Yeah? What about them?"
"The way the stars reflect in them when you stare at me when I get back from patrol," Dick mumbles. "The way they hold hundreds of stories behind them, your entire history and heritage, the laughter behind your eyes when you're about to smile. I miss the reflection of a thousand souls in your eyes."
You laugh. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Dick hums. "So enjoy your trip and find all the colors of the world and then return, will you?"
"What color's the grass again?" You glance at the plant next to your bathtub, a new color appeared.
"Green."
"I found a color back." You grin, the green registering in your vision. "Green."
"The color of Jason's eyes, the color of grass, the color of..."
"The color of the palm trees." You smile. "Thank you, Dick."
"Anything for you."
You stare at the grass, wind blowing in your hair, blinking slowly at the color. You wonder what's green in Blüdhaven. Was it the grass in the park where Alfred's statue was put up? Was it the reflection on some of the windows when you passed by? You wonder if you could see more colors in Blüdhaven now. Maybe you'd be able to stop at Metropolis before heading back. Maybe you'd get to see the brilliant red on Superman's diamond when you return. You start buying green trinkets when you arrive in Istanbul, bread tucked between your arms, capable of telling which parts were actually moldy and which parts just had raisins. You bite into the breadstick, entering the airbnb you stayed at.
Your phone vibrates in your pocket.
"Hey," You pull your water bottle from your tote bag.
"I heard you're in Turkey." Dick hums. "Well, not heard. You sent a picture."
"Yeah. What color is the building? It's starting to register." You hum, biting into the bread again. "It's also... in the bread?"
"The building was yellow." Dick hums.
"The color of dandelions." You mumble. "The color of dandelions, the color of the sun in the sky, and the undertone of some people's skin."
"Yes. The color of gold, the color of the chip brand you love so much, and the color of the lemon Lipton tea bags." Dick continues.
"Huh." You mumble. "Is it the other color that makes up green on the color wheel?"
"Yes."
"And the color of the S on Superman's diamond?"
"Yeah." Dick chuckles. "It was also the color of my cape when I was Robin."
You click on your phone, pulling up a photo. "Oh! It is."
"Yeah."
"Also the color of the bat on Batman's logo."
"Yes."
"And Duke's suit?"
"Yeah." Dick laughs.
"Yellow is mostly commonly..." You mumble. "associated with happiness?"
"To most, yes."
"How about to you?"
Dick laughs, color of your eyes spilling past his lips, smile in his voice. You can hear it in the way he speaks. You smile yourself, biting into the bread again, humming. The city starts turning off through the window, your gaze following the street lights.
"Are the street lights yellow too?"
"Yes." Dick hums. "So are lanterns."
"Can you take me to see fireflies when I return?" You turn off the lights in your room.
"Yeah."
"Thank you."
The yellow of the sun is much brighter, and the gold on top of the Dome of the Rock is breathtaking. You take a photo, sending it to Dick, noticing the blue and white on the bottom, staring in awe. The tour guide tells you to stay a distance away from it, but you stand in front of it, eyes on the gold of the dome, blinking slowly. You buy a keychain to remember it.
The rocks across the dead sea register slowly in your vision, the color unfamiliar to you. You're too shy to ask one of the other tourists what color it is, texting Dick instead, a photo of the rock. You float in the sea for the rest of the afternoon, sand in your fingers as you wait for Dick to call you. One of the other tourists convinces you to smear the sand on your face, creating a makeshift mask.
You finish showering in your hotel, noticing the missed call from Dick.
"Hey—"
"Orange." Dick cuts you off. "The color was orange."
"Like the fruit?" You raise a brow.
"Yeah." Dick laughs.
You purse your lips. "What are some orange things?"
"The fruit, a lot of flowers," Dick pauses. "The color of a sunset, goldfish, carrots."
"Is Babs' hair orange?"
"Yes, but it's referred to as red hair."
You frown. "So she's a redhead but her hair's actually orange?"
"Yeah."
You purse your lips. "Are pumpkins orange?"
"Orange is kind of a fall color." He hums. "You'll get to see it while traveling."
"I thought fall was more of an American thing?" You raise a brow, closing the light to the bathroom.
"It is, but it's equally gorgeous in other countries. Which country's next?"
"Tibet, then Japan." You hum. "Anything you want from there?"
"I'd like for you to come home quicker." Dick jests, laughing lightly.
"You should retire and come join me." You sit on the bed, kicking off your slippers. "I'm sleeping. Night, Dick."
"Night, sweetheart."
The mountains are gorgeous, colorful flags flying in the air when you visit, the head of the shrine a color that reminds you all too much of orange. You ask one of the locals what color it is, the young girl pressing an envelope into your hands, whispering a word into your ear, the same word rolling off your tongue, the girl smiling. You're dragged around her, shown a couple more places, the new color learned in Tibetan, your cheeks flushed the same color after running around so much. You return to your hotel, fingers on your keyboard, texting Dick.
He video calls you.
"Hey."
"I learned a new color." The Tibetan word rolls off your tongue, and Dick blinks at you in confusion. "I think it's red."
"The color that looks like orange?"
"A little." You grin. "Is it red?"
"Yes."
"Red is." You pause. "Red Hood's helmet?"
"Yes. Red is also the color of blood, the color—"
"Like when your eyes were red from crying." You breathe.
"Yes. That too."
You look outside your window at the rooftops. "Is red the color of roses?"
"Red roses."
You hum. "Can you bring one for me when you come pick me up?"
"Of course, darling."
"Oh, and," You grin. "I'd like a rainbow rose, so I can tell you all the colors I learned."
"Of course." Dick laughs. "Now get to bed. It's late."
"Very late." You grumble. "Night."
"Night."
The last color you learn is purple. It materializes as you stare at the wisteria of Japan, visiting the garden, staring at the flowers as you blink slowly. Purple. It's the color of Spoiler's suit, now that you think about it. It's the color of wisteria flowers, Spoiler's suit, the color of the sky as the red of the sun bleeds into the blue of the day, and the color of royalty. You buy a wisteria keychain, finally able to see everything in color on your travels. You take a final photo for your scrapbook, clicking on the website to fly straight back to Blüdhaven. You wonder if you should tell Dick about purple.
"Any new colors?" Dick hums into the phone as you yawn.
"No."
"Not purple?"
"Not really." You mumble. "The mix of blue and red, right?"
"Yes."
You blink at the wisteria keychain in hand. "I saw the wisteria flowers, but it was in grey."
"Yeah?"
You bet Dick already knows you can see purple, but neither of you say anything.
"Oh, yeah. I'm flying back next week."
"Already?"
"Yeah." You laugh. "I miss your eyes."
"Just my eyes?"
"Miss you too." You hum, glancing at the moon. "Alright, I'm sleeping."
Dick greets you at the airport by spinning you in the air, lips pressed to your cheek affectionately, adoration spilling past his eyes as he spins you around in one arm. He holds a bouquet of flowers in the other one, only setting you down when you ask for him to, kissing his cheek, grin on your face.
You've changed.
Dick hands you the roses, and you pull him to your height in excitement as you tell him the name of each color, a second language spilling past your lips for some colors. You blink at him expectantly when you finish, and Dick sighs, laughing.
"And the color of my eyes?"
"Blue, obviously." You roll your eyes playfully, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Missed the color of your eyes."
"Yeah?" He rests his forehead on yours.
"Yeah." You grin, staring into his eyes. "Missed that blue."
"What blue is it?"
"Dick blue," You stick your tongue out at him.
"My very own shade? Like the universities?"
"Yeah." You whisper. "My favorite shade of blue."
"God, I love you." Dick whispers back, breathless, heart racing in his ears.
"I love you too." You whisper back. "Thank you for waiting."
"Always."
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