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lightwing-s · 3 months

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nightwing teasing y/n with his Escrima sticks (erotic electrostimulation) before he slides himself in... please and thank you

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

rating: 18+ (MDNI)

Dick had you tied up on his bed. Spread wide open. Wrists and ankles hooked to different ends of the furniture, forbidding you from moving even an inch. Of touching anything that wasn’t him or his dick through the walls of every single hole you owned. He’d been in all of them tonight.

You were a bliss of sweat and overstimulation. A pool of your mixed juices already soaking the bed sheet underneath you. But your boyfriend had a vigilante’s stamina, and even though he’d made you cum more than four times tonight, and he himself must have had just as many orgasms as you, he wasn’t even close to finishing off with you. Ooh, he could last the whole night.

Feeling his cold hands sliding through the valley of your tits, you squirmed once he grabbed at one of them tightly. His nails dig on the sensitive skin, leaving red crescent moons as another piece of decoration on your chest, joining the purple and red stains and the bite marks he had left earlier to create a beautiful and sinful body of art.

Your eyes pooled with water, and you extended your neck to catch a sight of his tall frame on top of yours. His hard-on slammed on your cheek, right beside your mouth, and you just had to turn your head, the only part of your body you still could move, to catch it between your lips. You sucked on the tip, the taste of his precum and your highs, all together, hitting your tongue. Abruptly, he thrusted his hip, sinking his cock deep in your throat, and you left out a muffled cry. A tear falling down your face.

Dick let out a chuckle. Dark and pretentious. “Can’t leave a hole unattended for too long. Right, my little slut?” he said, wiping your tears with his thumb. His cock still filling your mouth, making your jaw hurt from being open wide for too long.

The sweet gesture of his thumb caressing your cheek had you fooled. Thinking he was done being rough. But, he just diverted your attention away from the long stick he had in his hand. You only realized what he was doing when a strong jolt of electricity swept through your entire body from your core, making your back arch up from the sudden sensation. You almost let out a scream, if it wasn’t for your full mouth.

“Quiet. Quiet, little one,” he cooed, stroking your cheeks with his knuckles.

You felt the stick resting on top of your clit again, just the pressure Dick was putting in making you water. Your heart beat faster in anticipation of the sensation about to come, but your boyfriend liked to play. He knew you were expecting it at any minute now, so he wouldn’t give it to you then, instead, pulling it in and out of you with swift moves.

You cried out in pleasure, your moans stimulating Dick’s cock and making him cum inside your mouth. His seed spilling out of the corners of your lips. When he finally slipped his cock out of your sweet little mouth, another strong burst of energy hit your clit and this time you let out a loud scream. Dick laughed at you again, enjoying every single one of your squirms, cries and pleas for him to stop. He wasn’t going to stop, not yet.

Suddenly, you felt his presence leave your side, and instead of finding time to pull yourself together, you worried about what he was about to do to you. The room was silent, and you had your eyes slammed shut, too weak to even open it. You felt your last orgasm sliding out of your folds, pooling under your ass. Without any warning, his cock ripped you apart, following along with one and another jolt of energy from his escrima stick.

With his free hand, he pressed his fingers on your waist, trying to keep your hips down. “Quiet,” he devilishly laughed. But your body jumped with each thrust and each jolt he continued to send through your body. Soon, he had you cumming once and twice, to the point your body was so weak it wasn’t responding anymore to the sensations he had been giving you.

Unresponsive, you laid in bed trying to catch your breath, while your boyfriend reached his high once more within your walls with a loud grunt.

“You’re so good to me, my little slut,” he complimented, leaving a trail of kisses from your oversensitive clit, all the way up to your lips. “So. Fucking. Good.” He gave you a kiss, tongue sliding in as you felt the ropes getting loose. He had you untrapped, and immediately your arms and legs wrapped up around his neck and waist. He laughed again, the vibrations reverberating through your body. Pulling away from the kiss, exhausted and sore, you felt his lips on your cheeks, your tear soaked eyes, and your sweaty forehead.

Your breathing started to steady, as his lips now lingered just below your ears. Eyes still closed, you were ready to fall asleep, tangled on his body for warmth, and he continued his caresses all over your skin.

“No, no, no, baby,” he whispered sensually in your ear. “We’re not done yet.” You groaned, and felt his smile speaking against your neck. “We still have a long night ahead.”

#dick grayson smut #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x yn #nightwing x reader #nightwing smut #nightwing imagine #nightwing blurb #dick grayson blurb

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bat-stuff · 1 year

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Bruce: This is the happiest I've ever been.

Y/n: Me too, Bruce

Dick, eating Cheetos while laying on the floor: So are y'all gonna make out or what?

#batman #batfam #robin #batboys #dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x yn #batmom #batfamily #batfam x y/n #incorrect batfamily #batfam incorrect quotes #dc incorrect quotes #dc x y/n #dceu #dc comics #dc

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idkjustsupersonic · 11 months

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Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Angest??? I dont rlly know what it is, sad, fluff idfk, hugging, kiss

You felt Jason nuzzle into your neck. His arms around your waist and his thumbs rubbing your back.

One of your hands laid in his hair and the other on his back rubbing up and down.

You knew he had a bad day patrolling the city when he stumbled in through your window on the brink of tears and his face bruised and red.

You immediately got up from your bed and hugged him as he let his tears out onto your shoulder with his hands on your waist.

“I can’t deal with this… I tried to save-“

You quietly shushed him and rubbed his back.

“It’s okay, baby. Not even the best can save everyone…”

You let him take a shower and you gave him some of his clothes that you found in your dresser.

You could see the guilt and sadness in his eyes and you couldn’t unsee it. It worried you but he always tried to stay strong while on patrols until he came to yours.

When he got out the shower, he placed his uniform under your bed and you grabbed your hairdryer, making him sit at the end on the bed while you dried his hair.

You kissed his cheek every now and then until his hair was dry. You placed everything away and laid in bed.

He laid on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and his head nuzzled into your neck. You could hear his slight sobbing, making you want to start crying.

You rested a hand on his back and the other in his hair as you felt tears running down your cheeks.

You hated seeing Jason in this state as he’s normally the goofiest person ever but people have facades.

You heard Jason silently come to a stop with his sobbing and his slight snores coming through.

You bit your cheek, rubbing your tears away with the hand that was his back.

You felt Jason’s weight move off of you.

You opened your eyes to see him sitting up on the side of your bed.

You shuffled up next to him, hugging him one-sided.

“Morning, Jay…” you mumbled.

He slightly smiled down at you, wrapping an arm around your waist and resting his head on yours.

You stayed like this for a few minutes before you both decided to get up and see what your parents were making for breakfast.

“Hey, lovebirds.”

”Hey, dad.”

Your dad had already made breakfast which was eggy bread with maple syrup.

“What time did you get in, Jay?” Your dad asked curiously.

He knew that Jason would sneak into your room through your window, so it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“I don’t know… late?” Jason replied.

“If I did that to your mum at your age, Y/N, her parents would have killed me,” your dad laughed.

You smiled, the memory of your mum warmed you sometimes.

You started eating, Jason slowly following on behind you.

Jason obviously finished first, then asked for seconds. Which your dad didn’t mind one bit.

After breakfast, you and Jason went back to your room and got dressed. Jason tugged his uniform out under your bed and plopped it onto your desk.

“Do you have a bag?”

“You have like five of my bags, Jay,” you smiled.

“I know… they’re pretty. Not as pretty as you though.”

You giggled and threw him a bag.

Jason placed his uniform in your bag and then opened your window.

“I’ll see you later, Y/N,” Jason said, already out the window.

“I’ll see you later too, Jaybird,” you said, walking up to him and giving him a kiss.

Well it’s 11pm and I’m back… yh ive been busy doing gcses and its been AGES since I’ve posted so I don’t expect this to get a lot of attention lol

see you later

#jason todd #x reader #x yn #x you #x you fluff #jason todd x reader #Fluff #angest #titans #robin #batfam #batfamily #nightwing #red robin #batkids #idk just a ton of tags

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seductivebac0n · 1 year

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Dick: On your knees for Daddy.

Oracle Y/n: *struggles to get out of wheelchair*

Dick: That's right. You Crippled Bitch

Oracle Y/n: I'm your dirty little vegetable

#dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson x gn reader #dick grayson #x male reader #dc #batboys #x you #nightwing x male reader #nightwing #Batman #oracle yn #male insert

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damigatitos · 2 years

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Have you ever thought about how, like, with the Waynes being celebrities and all and the vigilantes being kind of legends in Gotham, there might be gothamites writing fanfictions about them?... Because I think about it everyday

#Nightwing x yn x Dick Grayson #is that a thing?#Like in gotham #God I whish #Tim drake reads fanfics abt himself #Jason todd writes fanfics abt himself #they're not the same #idc #batfamily #batfamily headcanons #incorrect batfam #batfam #dc comics #gotham #batman

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lydiaisgeeky · 1 year

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Meant to Be

Jason X Reader Fan Fiction

3. Robin (w.c. 1650)

After the nightmare of that night, things began to calm down a bit. School was school but I didn't mind being more involved. Having Dick and Jason by my side all day I had more and more eyes on me. It was nice having friends- it had been so long since I felt seen and wanted. Life began to settle into a new normal. I'd hang with Dick and Jason after school and we'd do homework - I would typically head home before dark because of the neighborhood I lived in and Jason would insist on taking me himself. But of all the things to come of that day my absolute favorite was the fact that Robin came and visited me every night. I swear that sometimes its a different Robin but nevertheless I always had a visitor.

I hadn't been able to get all of my homework done this afternoon so I was working on it when I heard a tap on my window. Beaming I spin around to see Robin sitting on my windowsill. I open the window and he climbs in the room. "You know you probably shouldn't be letting strangers into your room" He greets me. I shrug and close the window not bothering to lock it since Robin may have to leave at any moment. "If you are a stranger at this point then almost everyone I know would be a stranger" I giggled and went back to my desk and he sat on my bed. "So" I begin "Is patrol slow?" He smiles the smile that could melt me in an instant. "You know damn well it isn't - but it isn't bad tonight mostly watching only a few interactions so far" I laughed. He was always good at making me laugh. "Hey I don't know if you'd be able to help me but I can't seem to get this problem done" He glanced at it and rolled his eyes "I suppose it is my duty to help a damsel in distress" He proceeded to walk me through the problem. As I finally understood it it I looked up seeing his face only inches away from mine. My eyes dart to his lips and back up to his eyes - he began to lean in.

I heard the front door slam open and immediately moved to lock my door. As far as I was aware my parents were already home. I look around trying to think of a decent hiding spot and forgetting that Robin was there let alone the moment we just had until he grabbed my shoulders "Hey hey whats wrong?" I barely whisper "Everyone was already home" he then proceeded to nod and scan the room his eyes landing on the window. "Do you trust me?" I half nodded and that seemed to be enough for him and he pulled me to the window. There was a small ledge on the outside of the building that he led me down over to a tree. He sat me up in the tree and told me to wait and he went back inside. My eyes were glued on him until he disappeared from my vision. I then tried to think of any signs of danger. Any sort of warning - my parents hadn't told me anything. Other than the incident the other night nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. My mind was racing - I knew I was never truly safe but something was just off about this.

Maybe this is why Robin coming by everyday was the highlight of my day because Robin knew how to keep me safe. Time passed slowly - I felt like I was in the tree forever but it was maybe 5 minutes. I must have been lost in thought because I didn't see Robin come back when suddenly he was right beside me "Do you have anywhere else you could possibly stay maybe for a couple days or something?" I laughed nervously "Well that's reassuring - I don't know I only have 2 friends and I'm not sure their guardian would want to temporarily house me. Wait why would I need to not be here for a bit" Robin toyed with something in his hands- a note of some sort. "I'm sorry I think I need to get Batman in on this one." Puzzled I stared at him while he typed something on his communicator. "Do me a favor and just ask your 2 friends - worst case scenario they say no and we figure something else out". I pull out my phone to call Jason or Dick but I figured texting might be the best in this case. I got a text back immediately saying I could come over for a few days and if everything was alright. I showed the text to Robin and he nodded.

"Can you tell me what's so wrong?" "Any reason why the Joker left a note saying the next time he visits you won't be left alive?" My heart sunk "THE JOKER?!" This was happening again. This is why I don't get close to people. As soon as I am I am whisked away to some random unknown location. My parents warned - don't get close to people you'll just hurt them. But he wants me dead. That is a first usually just tortured enough to be leverage never dead. "Yes. Do your parents work for him or do something that would offend him? Why does he want you? Are you adopted? What could he possibly want?" "Well" I pause thinking this could go one of two ways. I am not really in a situation to lie though "this isn't the first time we've got a message like that. He's been sending messages in regards to me since I was a toddler. Never threatening to kill me though. Kidnapping and torture at best." Puzzled he looked at me "You're parents don't have money."I nodded knowing this wasn't great to admit "Well these people are my parents but not biologically - from my understanding my mom is biologically my mom but my dad is" I pause Robins eyes are straight on me "well he is Lex Luther." I start to ramble worried that he will just disappear knowing my DNA "But I really have only met the man twice- after the kidnappings. He helps my parents when they are in a bind but other than that I have no communication with him."Robin nodded "Lex isn't just a rich guy- " "He's a villain" I finished. "Trust me if Joker wants me dead it isn't because of my parents I see every day it's because of Lex. I just thought they had gotten over whatever happened its been 3 years since the last note"Robin shoved the notes into my hands "Well there's been 7 in the last month so for some reason your 'parents' aren't letting you know"

Batman arrived before too long. Everything was explained to him and then Robin was instructed to take me to Wayne manor. "I'm sorry if you think less of me now..." I say as we begun to walk. "Hardly - we don't pick the people who bring us into the world but why on earth wouldn't Lex raise you" I shrugged "I am better off for it though. I hate when we need his money. It always feels like a catch. If we had money we wouldn't be in Gotham. The rent is cheap but then again I am a target so I don't really know the best case scenario" He nodded and stayed slient. The journey was a long one but as we were walking up to the door Robin handed me a small device- it looked a bit like a necklace. "Put this on- Wear it always - when your in danger press the button" I nodded and moved to put it on me making sure it was secure I turned back to ask him a question and our lips were not 2 inches apart. Before I knew it Robin had leaned it closing the gap kissing me. "I promise" he whispered "so long as I am here I will protect you" I smiled. In a night that should have been laced with venom and should have ended with me in the dirt Robin managed to spin it creating the most beautiful night. Robin pulled back "I am so dumb you need your things. I will get them to you but you should probably get inside" He leaned over me and pressed the doorbell and Dick opened the door and as the door opened Robin disappeared. Dick helped me get settled in the guest room. Apparently Bruce and Jason had gone out for some 'bonding' experience whatever that meant. I didn't have to answer any questions from Dick he just did everything he could to get me to smile. He stole ice cream from the freezer and set us up watching Disney Cartoons. I must have fell asleep because when I drifted awake Jason was carrying me up the staircase. "Oh - hi - I am so sorry I can walk" for the first time I saw Jason's real smile and I melted "Don't worry - its not a hassle go back to sleep" of course I couldn't but he carried me back to the guest room and laid me on the bed - tucking me in setting a rather large bag on the chair. Just as I was drifting back into sleep I saw him slip a note onto the bedside table he then turned to leave the room but stopped himself and gave me a kiss on my forehead "Goodnight sweetheart" and with that he disappeared leaving me alone with my thoughts and ever so confused that not only Robin liked me but so did Jason and I liked them both so much it hurt.

#batboys x reader #jason x reader #jason todd x reader #jason x yn #red hood #red hood x reader #robin x reader #nightwing #batman #batfamily #slowly but surely

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sungbeam · 2 months

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BIRD HUNT — three

nonidol!choi line x f!reader

gotham city is a gutter running rampant with the ill, corrupt, and the insane. at times, justice and vengeance must be served by one's own hand... no matter the lengths one must go to do so.

▷ genre, au, etc. bat family au, dc comics inspired, dark, vigilantes au, slow burn, ceo/billionaire au, cat woman!reader, murder mystery au, action, suspense, angst, slow burn-ish?, love square??; choi line inspired by dick grayson (csb), jason todd (cyj), and tim drake (cbg), including bruce wayne for choi minho and damian wayne for nishimura riki, inspired by 2022's The Batman

▷ chapter warnings. swearing, mentions of death and murder, mentions of weaponry, depictions of violence, use of pepper spray, breaking and entering

▷ word count. 4.4k // taglist: open

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FILE_03 : by the tail

gotham city.

[seven days since your mother was murdered.]

"Is she here?"

The voice was familiar to your sensitive ears, and although your eyes remained fixed on Mrs. Lee, you shifted your attention mentally to the two—no, three—wait… four?—figures making their way over to where you and Mrs. Lee stood in the home office space. Their footsteps were as quiet as heeled loafers could be against hollow wood floors. The Lees' home in the suburbs was a safe distance from the heart of Gotham, so the neighborhood was much nicer and much more like a home. The Lees had been ushered here after Lee Sungjae had been found murdered, and they'd resided here since.

You had been called in the day after the incident happened—that was the day after you had gone to see your father. We must work fast, Yn. They've already gotten to one of my… men. That was what he'd told you, and when he elaborated, you had discovered that every news channel now blasted footage of Lee Sungjae's dead, glassy eyes.

You had been busy since, trying to both grieve in peace and work at the same time.

"—take more time, Yn-ah. Losing a loved—" Mrs. Lee's voice cracked slightly and she covered her mouth.

"Mrs. Lee—"

She waved your hand away, angling her body away slightly so she could regain composure. "No, no. It's alright. I'm alright. I just… I know how it feels, and I think you deserve time to yourself, as well."

Of course you told her about your mother. You had to take another day off when one of your coworkers had noticed how spaced out you were when you came in. No, you didn't tell her your mother was murdered the same way her husband had. That was between you, your father, and the motherfucker who did this.

But for now, you were supposed to be here to answer the police's questions about your employer. You had been one of three of Mr. Lee's secretaries for the past several months now, having come under his employ about a year ago after Choi Enterprises turned you away. But magically, a few days afterward, this offer from the office of one Lee Sungjae had arrived in your inbox. When one door closed, as they said, another opened. Whatever guardian angel was looking over you then certainly wasn't looking over you now though.

"Miss Ln?"

You turned around and expected to see Commissioner Kim Namjoon and your co-secretary, Shin Ryujin, but you hadn't expected the two others with them. They stood behind the two aforementioned, both in black domino masks that covered the top halves of their faces. Their suits were skintight, most likely to allow for more mobility, but they also accentuated their starkly muscular figures. The taller one wore a suit of dark blue and black, while the other donned a maroon red and black ensemble. You recognized them, respectively, as Gotham's very own Nightwing and the Red Robin. Vigilantes. What were they doing with Commissioner Kim?

Ryujin bowed her way out, gently taking Mrs. Lee with her. That left you with the others.

"Hello, Miss Ln," Commissioner Kim greeted with a tired, but not unkind, smile. He fished a small notepad out of his coat pocket, ballpoint pen clicking to life. "My name is Commissioner Kim. These two… not sure if you need any introductions."

When you remained silent with only a nod, he continued, "We're here investigating the murder of your former employer, and we were informed that you often handled his familial affairs. We've already spoken with Miss Shin and Mr. Yun, but we wanted to ask where you were last Wednesday night at ten o'clock."

You were very aware that Nightwing had decided to wander about the office, eyes taking in the shelves and the notes and the desk… then there was Red Robin, who's attention was pinned intently on you, arms crossed firmly over his chest. There was something awfully familiar about these two. "Is that an accusation, Commissioner?" You asked, leaning against the edge of the desk.

"It doesn't have to be," he said airily. "Just answer the question, Miss."

"I was at home," you answered, schooling your face into neutrality. "You can ask my employer's wife and my coworkers—I was taking time off to grieve my mother's death."

The shock was not the most stark on the commissioner's face, but on Red Robin's. "She's dead?—" He coughed; even Nightwing had paused his movements. "I mean, I'm sorry for your loss." You didn't recognize the voice, but you suspected it was probably being disguised with a voice modulator.

The commissioner sent him a bewildered look, but turned back to you. "I'm very sorry for your loss, Yn. Truly." He asked with almost a grimace, "Can anyone corroborate your whereabouts? I understand you were most likely home alone, but perhaps a neighbor, a significant other…?"

And there it was again—that shift in energy as both the vigilantes in the room stopped to focus on you.

You shook your head with a tight smile. It probably wouldn't bode well if you revealed to them who your father was or that you paid the Iceberg Lounge a visit that day. You were also a little too preoccupied with survival to have a significant other, and you hadn’t been close enough to a neighbor in years. "No. Just my cats."

There was something so familiar about this Red Robin character, but you couldn't put a finger on it. Or maybe it was the way he was staring at you with such pity (and sympathy) that made you wish he was someone else. Either way, you needed to know why these two vigilantes were put on the case, and what they might have already found out. At the moment, it didn't seem like it would pose a problem, but you thought it wouldn't hurt to be a little more careful.

When you arrived home that night, bones aching as much as your head pulsed, you collapsed on the couch. A few of your cats began to swarm your legs, soft fur tickling the skin exposed when your pant leg lifted. Blue, a very introverted Russian Blue who you managed to make an extrovert when it came to you, plopped himself onto your lap like a warm, vibrating mass. You ran your fingers through his fur to the symphony of someone's purrs (you figured it was Byeol; he was quite vocal).

"Should I invite him to the funeral?" You murmured to Blue in question.

He stared back at you, then silently turned his gaze to a particle of dust floating in the air.

You exhaled back against the couch cushions. "I'll take that as a yes."

In the dead of night—because there was always a dead of night, even for Gotham City—you pulled a dark beanie over your head and the top half of your face. Two holes had been cut and sewn for your eyes to see through, and at the top of the hat, two little triangles sat akin to ears. You recalled the night you had crocheted this on a whim, your mother having done most of the work.

"Blue wants it to have cat ears, mama," you'd told her just as she brought out her tub of yarns.

Your mother's eyes glittered. "Is that right? Well, we'll have to add cat ears then, won't we?"

You thought it would be fitting to find her killer in this. You thought it fit you quite well, at least.

The rest of you was dressed in black, and your hand grazed over Soul's fluffy, white head as you propped open the second floor window. "I'll be home soon," you whispered to the last of your family, then disappeared into the night.

"I can't get why this is so familiar to me," Beomgyu voiced into the echoes of the Batcave, hands braced against the main monitor as he stared at the copy of the note: A Debt Repaid. He had been staring at it for the past week, not consecutively, but it hadn't left the forefront of his mind. Like you.

Soobin trudged over to his brother with a bowl of cereal cradled in his large palm, the other hand spooning the sweet milk and wheat flakes into his mouth. "Mm. Maybe give it a rest for a little, Beom."

"And do what?"

"How do you know Ln Yn?"

Beomgyu whirled around just as Soobin settled into the desk chair, waiting. Beomgyu made a scoffing noise, eyebrows flying up to his shaggy bangs. "Where did that come from?"

Soobin smiled and shrugged. "You tell me." He slurped up a bit more milk before adding, "You're the one who reacted like that in front of everyone when she said she was grieving her mother's death. You sounded shocked that she died."

"Well yeah, wouldn't you be shocked to hear someone else died so close to another's death?"

"Stop trying to bullshit him, Gyu."

Both the brothers looked up at the voice who had just entered the underground space. Yeonjun strolled into the main area in a white tank top and sweats, hair sticking up in different places. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned loud and wide.

Soobin cocked a brow at him. "Nice of you to finally join us, hyung. How'd the date go?"

"Great," Yeonjun quipped. "We're going on a second one soon. I think Felix almost sent me off with a kiss goodnight." He slumped onto the edge of the desk, eyes lazily taking in the images and information displayed on the many monitor screens. "This is our stiff, huh?"

Soobin sent him a look that distinctly said 'No, we're just looking at dead bodies for fun.'

"Yeah," Beomgyu replied. "The note the killer left is so familiar to me though. Have you seen it before?" He knocked his knuckles against the monitor with the note.

Yeonjun's eyes narrowed on the screen, before he leaned back with that bored look renewed on his face. "You're both idiots. It's from that one killing a couple weeks ago."

Beomgyu and Soobin traded looks. "What?"

Their eldest brother leaned down to reach the lowest drawer at the desk. From its depths, he fished out a large bag of chips and grabbed a handful to stuff his face with. "Y'know," he garbled and gestured vaguely with his crumb-dusted fingers. "Beomgyu, you know! You were there with me. It was that one lawyer guy who was found dead in his car beneath the bridge. That same note was taped to his windshield."

"Oh yeah," Beomgyu drawled, while Soobin shook his head with a sigh. The former then knocked his foot against the latter's shin. "Aye! You didn't even know it."

"Yeah, because I wasn't on that case," Soobin fired back. He finished off the rest of his bowl of cereal and set the empty ceramic in his lap before crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes, like his brothers' were lined beneath with heavy eye bags. Someone was supposed to be on patrol around the city right now, but neither of the three brothers were in any rush to get up. "So it's just one person going after these people then."

Yeonjun chewed his bottom lip. "Then we just gotta find the connection."

"Was the lawyer guy from a couple weeks ago Lee Sungjae's attorney?" Soobin asked.

Beomgyu grabbed a hold of the wireless keyboard on the desk and braced it upon his thighs. He pulled up an internet browser and typed in their inquiry. All three brothers made noises of disgruntlement; if the lawyer hadn't been Sungjae's attorney, then how were they connected? It was no secret that 99.9 percent of the population here in Gotham had some sort of… shadow looming over their shoulder. It was almost impossible to get anywhere without the help of a corrupt figure, whether that be a mob boss like the Penguin or loan shark with special strategies to get someone to pay up.

Either way, there would be lots of digging required.

"Let's start with Lee Sungjae and the lawyer's records,'' Soobin decided as he sat up in the chair. "We'll sort through phone records, acquire security footage of their movements, their texts, etcetera."

"I call none of those," Yeonjun said. When his younger brothers scowled at him, he raised both hands in feigned surrender with a giggle. "Fine, fine. You're both lookin' at me like I murdered your favorite puppy."

They remained silent.

"What, too soon?"

The basement headquarters suddenly erupted in a dull siren sound, and Beomgyu was swift to pull up a set of footage on one of the monitors. It displayed a section of the sky, a white spotlight circle cast against a massive, dark gray cumulus cloud with a distinct bat shape in the center—their call to action.

All three men were on their feet in an instant—keyboard and cereal bowl abandoned on the table, capes and utility belts clicked into place.

"Meet you losers there!" Yeonjun hollered as the cave filled with the revving roar of his motorcycle engine like a clap of thunder.

Soobin and Beomgyu hurried over to their respective cycles. "Hey, we're not done talking about Ln Yn!" Soobin called to his younger brother.

Beomgyu flashed him a thin smile. "That's what you think!" And he sped away down the runway.

Soobin chuckled to himself, grinning. Then he revved his engine and launched himself after his brothers.

To be completely honest, you had no idea what you were doing. Actually, that was a lie. You kind of knew what you were doing, but that was leagues away from completely knowing what you were doing until it was muscle memory. Right now though, as you gripped onto the side of the building, fingertips digging into the concrete ledge like a lifeline (because it might as well had been one), you couldn't wait until it became muscle memory.

God, your arms were going to ache tomorrow morning.

"It's worth it, Yn," you muttered to yourself, under your breath, and that was what made you reach up one more time and grasp onto the ledge of the window sill. You had always wondered why buildings like this lacked security cameras, but based on its practically smooth facade, it was no wonder. Only a crazy person would dare scale something like this.

The law firm building was not one of the largest nor one of the dingiest. If it had been some place like Clark & Field, you would have considered other ways to get into the building, but it would probably be through the inside (because scaling a fifty story skyscraper without a net was not on your bucket list). And if the building had been on the dingier side, it would have, frankly, been much easier to find footholds and places to brace. Except for any mold or crumbly parts. That was not fun either.

Or maybe you could classify scaling buildings as just… not fun in general. But the skills and the strength would come with time.

This time, however, was fueled by pure willpower.

But the universe was on your side for once, and the window you clung to gave way and granted you entry. The stupid lock picks had actually worked.

Despite being dead for two weeks, Yang Eunhyuk’s office still looked like its owner was still alive. There were documents left out in the open, all of the furniture had yet to be touched, there was an old (upon further investigation, really old) cup of coffee on the desk, and a two-week-old calendar for the week’s appointments and cases. You peered at the calendar and skimmed its contents, but found nothing terribly noteworthy. You strolled by the bookcase, footsteps light as a cat’s, and glimpsed the titles. There were a lot of convoluted-sounding titles on the shelves, and honestly, you doubted that he even read half of the books there. They were probably just for show when clients came in.

After you had given yourself a tour of the space, you determined that no one had truly cared enough about this man to really clean up for him. The door out into the hallway was locked, and through its frosted glass door, you could make out the distinct yellow police tape crossed over the frame. This was no crime scene, but the police had still had the room locked down… odd.

You figured they didn’t care enough. But maybe this guy had more connections than you were giving him credit for. He had been one of your father’s clients, after all. (Actually, that wasn’t enough to determine whether or not Yang was smart or not. Resorting to your father’s ever-generous solutions was stupid; and you were very well-aware that that made you stupid, too.)

Your father had sent you to this office for something in particular.

“Yang Eunhyuk was an idiot and a half,” your father had told you the day you had come to him. “But he knows how to hide his things when he needs to.” He had carefully relayed all of the necessary information to you as the two of you sat on the couch together to outline your next steps and what exactly he was asking of you. “He owes me a compilation of files and a burner phone.”

When you’d asked what for, there was that gleam in his eyes as if he found the question amusing. “Well, to find out who betrayed us, of course.”

“To find who killed Mom?”

He had nodded at you—waved his hand flippantly. “Yes. That’s the same thing, Yn.”

A burner phone and a compilation of files. Your father had already searched Yang’s personal place of residence, but there had apparently been nothing but “shit." So here you were… sorting through more shit.

You drummed the pads of your fingers on the surface of the desk.

“Where would he hide you, hm?” You murmured to yourself. You tried all of the drawers under the desk—four of the seven came up locked. The top three drawers were all filled with a smorgasbord of knick knacks and junk like a fidget spinner, fidget cube, a package of cigarettes, and even a used gum wrapper. (Gross.) You slipped a lock pick out from your sleeve as you considered the remaining four locked drawers, then realized that Yang Eunhyuk might not have kept your father’s files in the same place as his regular, ol’ case files.

And so, you moved away from the desk.

You figured there were specific places a lawyer would keep their most sensitive files to ensure discretion and privacy. You recalled how your late employer, Lee Sungjae, often had his most precious files stashed away in a place that was so obvious that no one would ever assume any person in the right mind would hide such things. For Sungjae, it had been a picture frame on the wall of his office, the one with him and his entire family pictured. It was cute; but when one peered behind it…

There was only one picture frame in the entire office space. It was small and it housed his law degree. You wondered if it was phony.

You decided to give it a chance and reached for it with a gloved hand.

When you took the frame off the wall, a frown slipped onto your face at the solid wall behind it. Huh. It was worth a—

You stepped backward and inhaled sharply when your leg hit the back of his cheap office chair. You managed to right yourself, but your ears had also perked up at a curious sound. You swiftly replaced the frame on the wall and knelt down by the desk chair and twisted your body to peer beneath it.

The sound you had heard had been a soft swish. It was subtle and not at all loud, but thanks to the empty office and your own hearing, you had picked up on it. It was practically a miracle.

Your heart pounded in excitement as you stuck your hand beneath the chair and felt up the bottom. There—you felt a distinct, padded folder—and there—

Your fingers wrapped around a small device no bigger than the palm of your hand. It must have been attached to the bottom of the chair with some kind of tape, and you gave it a good yank. And behold… in your hand was the alleged burner phone, staring up at you, just begging for you to sneak a peek into its logs. But before you could, you removed the file that had been hidden beneath the chair as well. It was a standard manila folder stuffed to the brim with papers and, you assumed, lots of sensitive information. Your eyes were widening like your smile as you just struck gold.

Not too bad for your first time in a while.

You startled at the sound of a thump.

There was a figure, a shadow, standing on the window sill by the end of the desk. He was familiar to you with his dark hair and domino mask, and his red and black uniform. His cape flowed from just off the precipices of his shoulders and hung around the backs of his knees—imposing and regal but not in the way of any movements he made. The Red Robin had stood before you just earlier in the day at Lee Sungjae’s suburban home. He had been the one with the familiar presence to you, along with his… colleague? You didn’t know his and Nightwing’s association or relationship, but you weren’t about to interact long enough to find out.

“Breaking and entering is illegal, y’know,” the masked vigilante mused, and you could just make out the shadow of his smirk in the darkness. “Even at crime scenes.”

You rose from your spot on the floor, slipping the burner into the holster pocket on the garter around your thigh and tucking the file in the crook of your arm. There wasn’t really a place you could hide the chunky piece of shit. Despite your heart palpitating in your chest, you maintained a cool exterior. He didn’t know who you were, and you expected that he wouldn’t be able to recognize your voice since you had only spoken to him once.

“Nothing done in Gotham is illegal,” you replied to him.

His head cocked to the side, arms folding over his chest. “You’re not wrong about that. But…” He nodded at the file folder. “I really can’t let you leave with that.”

Oh, dear god. You needed an escape plan—and fast.

Nothing was coming to mind; it was just get out get out get out! (Very helpful, as always.)

“I’m sure you can make an exception for me,” you said with a mocking pout. “How’d you even know I was here? I didn’t realize Yang Eunhyuk had a connection to Gotham’s exclusive Bat Boys.”

A scoff from him. “He doesn’t. Your luck just happened to be running out, sweetheart.” He stepped off the window sill and entered the office, stalking toward you with slow, methodical steps because he knew you were cornered. You really should have tried that office door when you had the chance.

As you began backing away, you shook his head and tsked. “C’mon,” he coaxed. “Give me the folder.”

“And I can go?” You wondered how fast you could disappear once you flung yourself out of that window.

He smiled. “If you give me that burner, too, sure.”

Your heart stopped for a millisecond. God damn it.

He must have seen the doubt in your eyes, and that fucking smile of his widened. Something about that was tug-tug-tugging a nerve. He stopped walking toward you as you slowly made a move to set the file down on the floor. “Good girl.”

The file flopped onto the wooden floor.

"Slowly," he drawled, eyes glued to your form as he watched your hand move toward the holster pouch.

All the while, you were counting down in your head.

Before he could blink, you swung a leg out and kicked the file back behind Red Robin and toward the window. His head swerved in that direction, and you launched yourself at him before he could realize his mistake.

You kicked at him, one-two, adrenaline pumping through your veins like a virus. He blocked your blows, just as you swung around and made a grab for his mask.

He caught your wrist; you whirled—it was a high stakes tango you had not been prepared for. But you jabbed your elbow behind you, fist flying up toward his nose. Every move you made was desperate and offensive.

You slipped free and ducked, body curling under his arm, under his cape, until you ended up in the flurry of the dark fabric.

The vigilante knew his own cape though. You gave him that much.

He grabbed the opposite end and arced it over your head, arm coming down to wrap you in it—but you threw yourself out of it, landing a swift blow to his shin. Wouldn't do much except make him curse and loosen his grip slightly.

The file was in sight—oh god, it was right the fuck there.

You made a mad dash for it, leaning down slightly and reaching out with your hand—

"Not so fast, kitty—"

You hit the floor with a curse, palms flat against the wood. His foot had hooked around yours and tripped you, his knee set against your back like his own palm as he held you against the floor.

You felt his breath by your ear. "What's in the file, sweetheart?"

"None of your concern," you gritted out, then throwing your head back until you heard and felt that telltale "fuck!" from Red Robin.

You ignored the throbbing in the back of your skull to fling yourself around and throw off his balance again. Your hand dove into your holster pocket to retrieve the small cylinder of mace, then sprayed it in a final move of desperation, breath and chest heaving.

The man sputtered, hand flying up to his mouth as he stumbled backward and tried to eject the chemical from his body. "Dirty fucking move," he spat as you turned tail and made for the file.

Only—

"Looking for this?"

Two others had joined the party, to your absolute horror. Nightwing stood with the file in his hand, while Red Hood—the vigilante from the bank, and supposedly Choi Yeonjun based on your deductions—was perched up on the window sill with zero care in the world.

Well shit.

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that-sokovian-bastard · 1 year

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Lucky - Jason Todd x (f)Reader

Words: 1126 Pairing: Jason Todd x (f)Reader Warnings: Mentions canon-typical violence, very vague nsfw thoughts Summary: Jason can’t wait to see you, but now he’s stuck listening to his older brother. Author’s Note: There is no actual jason and yn interaction in this, he just thinks about how much he loves you. Dick also has a girlfriend. This is based entirely on the photo above, it’s from this Pinterest post. Bruce Wayne is a good dad. The family is happy. This is also like really based on the daydreaming and headcanoning @cafeacademia and I have been doing the last week.

And, if you’re more of a Dick lover, I have already written his perspective about him missing his girlfriend (you ;) )

Jason / Full Masterlist

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After the long night of patrol-turned-gang-fight, Jason would love nothing more than to go back to your shared apartment, have some fun together, and fall asleep blissfully unaware that there was a world outside the door. But he knew that wasn’t possible because you were out of town for work.

He’s never hated California more than the fact that it’s on the other side of the country from New Jersey.

Jason didn’t really want to go back to his empty apartment just yet, but he also didn’t want to go back to the Cave and answer a million questions from the rest of the team. It would be easier to give Bruce his verbal report before Bruce went back to the Cave, too. However, as he was carefully walking along the roof edges, the bright blue of Nightwing’s costume caught his eye.

Jason changed directions and landed on the roof where Dick was. Jason called out to him, making Dick jump a little, and Jason loved that he was able to sneak up on his big brother. As Jason made his way over to sit next to Dick, Dick explained that Bruce was still talking to Gordon, so he was still waiting to give his report.

He knew Dick wanted to get home to his girlfriend, and since Jason wasn’t able to see you tonight, he’d let Dick get out of here first. And, of course, that opened a whole can of worms that he couldn’t close. Once Dick started talking about his girlfriend, he couldn’t stop. But Jason has the same problem: once he starts thinking about you, he can’t stop.

Jason has heard about Dick’s girlfriend a million times, so it’s easy for him to tune it out now. While Dick goes on and on about how he can’t wait to get home to her, Jason lets his mind drift as he thinks about you. You two have been together for a while now, and you’ve known about Red Hood things pretty much since the beginning. He loves how understanding you are with his weird work schedule (even if you definitely freaked out at first), and he loves when you patch him up after a difficult night. He loves that you love his get-up; red has always suited him, you say. He loves that you’re always there for him when he needs to talk about his work or vent about his family. He loves you.

Jason kept thinking about you. How you always tried your hardest to stay awake until he got home from patrol or missions. How you help him deal with his frustration in enjoyable ways only you knew. How you’d enjoy watching the stupidest movies available with him. He loved it all. He’s not sure how he got so lucky with someone so wonderful, understanding, and beautiful. Jason thought about you standing in your shared bedroom, waiting for him, and noted all the areas of your body that he couldn’t wait to kiss when you finally got home. Unfortunately, before his thoughts could go any further than kissing, his brother’s annoyance pulled him out of his daydream.

“Are you listening to me?” Dick asked, knowing the answer already.

“Mhm,” Jason nodded with his chin resting on one of his hands, sulking. Now he wasn’t just sulking about missing you; he was sulking about Dick being inconsiderate and ending the beautiful images he saw in his mind. Now, Jason had to convince Dick that he wasn’t being ignored and entertain his blabbing as Dick came to the realization that he loves his girlfriend. Jason usually is never jealous of Dick, but in this instance, he’s jealous that he gets to go home and see his girlfriend. Jason still has two whole days until he gets to see you.

Jason missed the first half of Dick’s sentence but heard, “Can’t you at least pretend to be interested in what I have to say?” Dick asked. And though Jason refused to answer it, he knew the answer was definitely no. He is not interested in hearing about how much Dick can’t wait to go home and watch TV reruns and eat takeout with his girlfriend. Jason’s upset that he’s going to end up doing that alone or get stuck going back to the Batcave and dealing with his younger siblings. He was not happy with either of the outcomes he was going to be stuck with.

Luckily, Jason didn’t have to answer Dick’s question as Bruce finally showed up on the top of the building. Without much fuss, he let Dick leave without giving his report and sat next to Jason. He was a little annoyed with how this situation had worked out, truthfully. Not that Dick got to leave before giving his report, no, but that Jason has never been given that same choice.

So, he’d address it with Bruce as he sat down next to Jason. “You never let me leave before giving reports,” Jason complained.

Though he couldn’t see it through Bruce’s cowl, Jason knew his eyes squinted as he looked at him. “You don’t ever wait around long enough for me to let you,” Bruce shot back as he sat down. And that was true. Jason normally left as soon as the fight ended so he could get home to you, so he sees that he can’t really argue. “So, how’d things go on your end?”

Jason rattled off random details of what he could remember from the fights. His verbal reports were a lot like his typed reports, if he did them: scrambled, unorganized, and chaotic. Luckily, after so many years, Bruce has learned how to organize them in his head and fix them before a final upload to the Super Secret Batman Inc. Server. Bruce let Jason ramble on about his scattered details for as long as he needed. Since it was a long night, it was a longer report. But Jason wrapped it up fairly quickly when he heard his phone chime in the specific noise that meant it was a text from you.

“I assume that noise means we’re done?” Bruce asked.

“See, I knew you’d catch on one day,” Jason nodded as he opened his leather jacket and fished his phone out from one of the protective pockets. Jason didn’t even hear Bruce say goodbye as he opened up your text, but when he looked up next, he was long gone.

Baby <3: I saw it was a rough night in Gotham. Hope it went okay, babe. I’ll see you in two days. Love you!

Jason: It was okay. Love you. Can’t wait to see you. Miss you a loooooot.

Baby <3: Don’t worry, we’ll make up for lost time ;)

Oh, Jason could hardly wait.

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sanguineterrain · 8 months

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Hi I’m back because couples who aren’t together just yet are EVERYTHING

And the new theme?? The icon?? Sanne 😍

May I request “you matter so much to me” with Dick? A little angsty if you’re feeling it?

hey there!!! thank you hehe i felt it was time for a theme change bc fall ❤️ hope you like it! thanks for sending a request 🥰

dick grayson x gn!reader. tw: reader is injured but not much description of the injury, mention of bombing, dick being a protective sweetheart, love confession.

****

You're probably being paranoid.

You probably don't need to call Dick. He'll definitely be busy right now. And you call him way too much as it is.

Wally had asked last month if you two were dating, which had been a humiliating conversation, so you've been vigilant about not clinging to Dick so much. You're just friends. That's all you'll ever be.

These two guys at the train station are really freaking you out, though. What do all the posters say? See something, say something?

You take a deep breath and dial.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Dick," you say tentatively.

"Hey!" Dick says, sounding slightly breathless. "Hey, how are you? I've missed you, what have you been up to?"

The smile in his voice makes you ache. Fuck. You should've just called an Uber.

"Hey. I'm okay. Sorry for not calling, I've been, uh, swamped at work."

"That's okay. It's nice to hear from you."

You melt. "It's nice to hear from you, too."

One of the guys across the station tosses a duffel bag inside of a storage closet and closes the door, then locks it. Right. Back to why you called.

"Dick, I think these two guys at the train station might be up to something. I could be wrong! I-I'm probably wrong, but—"

"What are they doing?" he asks, and you can hear him shifting to Nightwing Mode.

"They threw a duffel bag into a closet, but they don't look like workers. And—"

One of them lifts his coat, and you see a holstered gun. Shit.

"Oh my God," you whisper. "One of them has a gun."

"Get out of there," Dick orders. "I'm on my way. I'll pick you up. Meet me on the corner of Mason and Jewel."

"Okay," you say, heartbeat rabbiting. "Okay, um, Mason and Jewel. Got it."

"It'll be okay," he says, a little gentler this time. "I won't let anything happen to you, alright? Go somewhere where there's a lot of people, and stay on the line."

You take a deep breath. "O-okay. I trust you."

You head for the stairs when the ground rumbles under your feet. People begin to shout and you run faster, trying to make it out of the station.

"What's happening, honey? Talk to me," Dick urges.

You hardly register the honey in your panic.

"The ground's shaking. Dick—"

Something knocks into your back and you crumple to the floor, phone falling from your hand. Everything goes black.

****

You open your eyes to blackness, and for a moment, you're afraid you've lost your sight. But then the shadows become clearer, and you can make out distinct, albeit dimly lit, shapes.

You try to form a word but the air has been sucked out of your lungs and it sounds more like a wheeze.

The surface beneath you is soft and firm. There's a blanket over your shoulders.

You rasp out a sound that's an attempt at 'hello.' Your lips are cracked, and your throat feels like you chugged cement.

A hand rests on your forehead. You try to sit up.

"Easy, easy. Don't try moving just yet."

Dick is in his Nightwing suit, but the mask is off. You blink at him slowly. You'd almost forgotten how blue his eyes are.

"Can you tell me your birthday?" he asks, continuing to stroke your face.

You tell him your birthday. Your throat feels like sandpaper, and a straw is pushed to your lips. You drink the water greedily.

"Wha' happ'd?" you ask.

"There was a small bomb. Half the station collapsed." Dick sucks in a deep breath and seems to steel himself. "You, um, you hit your head pretty hard. I found you and brought you back to the Batcave. I want to monitor you overnight just in case."

Your eyes widen. "Batcave?"

Dick smiles. "The one and only. I'll give you a tour later."

You frown. "Shouldn't you be out there?"

"Oh." Dick rubs his neck. "Well, uh, the others have got it pretty much covered. But I can give you space, if-if you're tired or something. Uh, Alfred's upstairs if you need anyth—"

You shake your head. "Not kicking you out, Dickie. Just don't wanna keep you from important stuff."

Dick leans in, looking at you intently.

"You're important."

You smile and look away, belly swooping at his seriousness.

"Oh. Thank you, Dick."

"I mean it," he says fiercely, then swallows. "You are... you're one of the most important people in my life. You matter so much to me. I should've said so earlier, and I guess today was the kick in the pants I needed."

You turn to him, eyes wide. "What are you saying?"

Dick slips his hand into yours, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.

"Every day, I see how fragile life is," Dick says. "Witnessed it for myself, too. I can't—I don't want to pretend that I don't care about you as much as I do. That I don't wish we were more. And if you don't feel the same way, then that's okay, but I needed to say something before—"

"Dick," you murmur.

He stops. "Yeah?"

"Kiss me."

He blinks once, twice, then wastes no more time. Dick cups your jaw with both hands. It's almost overwhelming, the way Dick Grayson kisses you like you're the only person in the universe.

His hair is just as soft as you imagined, and you tangle your other hand in it, massaging the base of his neck. Dick makes a quiet whine in the back of his throat, and you hungrily swallow the sound.

"Ahem."

You flinch apart, and Dick covers his mouth. He glances at you through his lashes, and the look promises that he's not finished with you.

All excitement about said promise self-destructs when you see Batman standing ten feet away. Even under the cowl, he looks unimpressed.

"Nightwing," he says. "Taking care of our patient?"

Oh God. You're never setting foot in Gotham again.

"Excellent care," Dick says, apparently used to Batman's cheek.

"Hn. I expect a report of the station incident tomorrow."

"Of course. Do you need me out there?"

"No. It's handled." Batman looks at you. "You are welcome to join us for dinner."

He swooshes away with a truly unnecessary jump into the Batmobile. You wait until he's gone before groaning and putting your face in your hands.

"Oh my God, I just made out with you in front of Batman. I can never face him."

Dick pulls you into his arms, kissing your temple.

"Are you kidding? He basically just welcomed you into the family. I knew he'd like you."

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lightwing-s · 7 months

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okay picture this. tutor!dick grayson, he wears glasses, and is insanely pretty which makes it hard to concentrate on what he's saying

“Y/n? Did you understand what I just said?” the sweet voice of your tutor broke you from your trance.

Resting your cheek in your hands, you were too immersed in his beauty to pay any attention to his words. Lulled by his voice, singing out concepts you struggled to understand, but that you could spend hours listening to if it was him saying them.

Too enchanted with the way his bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle behind his glasses over how excited he’d get whenever he told you of a great discovery, or a rule, or formula, or whatever he found interesting. Too focused on the many times he’d pushed his glasses back up his nose or how he would lick his plump pink lips every few seconds,

Said lips that looked so appealing, so soft, that you couldn’t help but daydream about them running up and down your skin, while he desperately tried to teach you something. Anything..

“Uh-hum.” you lied, trying to recompose yourself by grabbing your pen and trying to write something down, but only coming up with “hot veins'' as his uniform, one that didn’t look good on anyone else but him, had it’s sleeves rolled up, exposing just enough skin in his forearms to make you go feral.

You tried to pay attention, but he didn’t give you any help.

You were upset when your teacher called you one day and told you’d need tutoring to improve your grade, as you were at deep risk of failing his subject. But when he told you Dick Grayson was the one responsible for your tutoring, getting to see you twice a week after class, you swore you’d turn into his most dedicated student..

Fixing his glasses on his nose once more, he let out a deep sight, rubbing the bridge of his nose out of frustration.

“I’m sorry.” you apologized, truly feeling sad and embarrassed at the fact he clearly noticed you weren’t getting anything. “It’s just… I just can’t get chemistry into my head.”

You weren’t lying, you truly couldn’t. And that frustrated you to no ends, making you cry many nights to sleep over your own stupidity. And now, to know that your crush knew how fucking dumb you are, just made you want to hide away.

With another deep sight, Dick took off his glasses, placing them beside him on the desk, and fixed his eyes on yours, so deep you needed some time to process.

“We’ll get it.” he assured you, holding your hand in his and interlacing your fingers together. The gesture making you freeze at the spot. Thne, he kissed the back of your hand and kept caressing it with his thumb. You weren’t able to form any coherent thought in your head, heart pounding hard in your chest. “You just need to pay a little more attention to what your tutor says.” he gave you a playful wink. “I swear I can’t make you understand it in one second, you just gonna need a bit of focus okay?”

You simply shook your head, still incredulous, and probably red from head to toe.

“The quicker we’re done here, the quicker we can do something else.” and you swear you'd never focus so hard as you did that day.

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klbwriting · 2 months

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Our Strange Duet

Chapter 8: Jealous

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Jason is moody for six weeks but gets his cast off and a new feeling arises in YN

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I wasn't jealous before we met Now every woman I see is a potential threat And I'm possessive, it isn't nice - Mamma Mia

It was a long six weeks for everyone in the penthouse as Jason was unable to do much besides school and provide Dick with home-based assistance as Nightwing. He was irritable, snapping at everyone, even YN sometimes, and just downright sulky. Dick constantly would look at YN and ask if she still wanted to put up with his bullshit, to which she would just shrug and say something about it being annoying but sometimes the real Jason came through and that made it worth it. Like when he made dinner for them, hobbling around in front of the stove, listening to music, and sometimes, if he thought no one was looking, dancing as much as he could with the cast. Or maybe when he was reading something really interesting, and YN would just lay her head in his lap and listen to him read quietly to himself. Those moments made her remember that Jason wasn’t just some vigilante with nothing to do, he was a person, and he was struggling. She remembered her mom being this way, so angry some days, so sad others, but the moments in between are the ones that were most vivid in her memory. She held out hope that whenever she thought back to this time, she would just remember the good things, like Jason singing her to sleep some nights or them meeting up before theater practice to kiss backstage. Jason took these moments to heart, knowing he would remember them, needing them these things to make this time not feel so wasted, make him not feel so useless.

The only thing Jason really could do, was research that drug that Maroni had gotten into the streets. He, Dick, and YN had all come up with a plan to at least get information directly from the source. YN contact Sal, offering to start trying to learn his business, maybe join him. She put on that she was nearly homeless, needed help, was desperate enough to start the work. Sal had gladly accepted, and she spent weekends and sometimes evenings with Sal and his cronies, learning things about both Sal’s underworld business and his legitimate cover business. It bothered Jason that she was being thrown into that world, but she wanted to help, and they didn’t have much of a choice, they needed a contact. YN was a good sport about it, coming back with real information for them, working hard to be helpful. Dick often asked Jason if he had asked YN to officially move in yet, wondering if her eagerness to be useful was something rubbed off from Jason or her need to feel like she wasn’t a charity case. Jason wasn’t sure, but he was terrified of asking her to stay. Of her saying no, telling him that she wasn’t going to stay long, that he wasn’t what she wanted for the long run, so he never asked, skirting the question with excuses or just running out of the room as fast as he could hobble.

All the stress from school, the musical, and being a coach vigilante was clearly getting to the breaking point when Jason got his cast removed. He was fitted with a boot and given another 2 weeks before he could be free of it. Just two more weeks and he would be back out there, being Red Hood, actually doing something that mattered in the city. It was giving him something to hope for, but he still felt so pathetic, and everyone noticed. And as older teenagers do, when they see someone who clearly needs a night to blow off steam, the theater group decided to have a party. Halle, the junior playing Christine, had an off-campus house that she shared with a few other theater people, so she volunteered to throw a party specifically for Jason getting his cast off. She announced it at Friday practice that the party would be that evening and Jason of course had to come. YN was off in the wings, having come back from the music area to tell Jason she could find another way home, she was needing to stay late, when she heard about the party.

“If you can’t come, I’m not going,” Jason said, folding his arms as he leaned against the backstage wall. She sighed, seeing him picking absently at his sleeve while his other hand scratched at his elbow. Nervous energy was pretty much wafting off him. He needed a night off to let off some steam.

“I will come, I will be late, go have fun,” YN said, gently rubbing his arms, making him instantly put his hands on her hips and pulling her close. He leaned his head to hers. “I’ll only be another hour and then tomorrow you have to listen to my arrangement of ‘The Point of No Return’ and sing to it so I know its working out right ok?”

“Anything you want sweetness,” he said. “You promise you’ll come?”

“An hour Jason, now go have fun. I promise it won’t kill you,” she said. Jason smiled a little and kissed her gently, a hand holding her face after he pulled back. “I have to get back, love you, now smile and have fun.” He couldn’t help smiling a little before heading off to join the rest of the cast.

Jealousy wasn’t something that YN had a lot of experience with. She had never expected to experience it, she didn’t really date in high school, beyond Jason, and she never had trouble with losing out on parts during theater, she understood her limitations most of the time. But the raging fire that she was feeling when she entered the party and saw Jason, Halle, and Mike, the guy playing Raoul, doing a terrible karaoke version of ‘The Boy is Mine’ but singing it to Halle, was completely new. She had no idea how to control it, letting it fester as she grabbed a drink and sat down in the back of the main living room. Theater nerds were a strange lot, their parties weren’t always loud music and drinking to excess, a lot of times it was karaoke or random jam sessions with food and maybe a few beers. YN had been to a few of these in high school and normally she participated, but right now she didn’t feel like it. She was quiet, pretending not to be there until the song ended and Halle kissed Jason’s cheek before Mike’s and that kind of set YN off. She had been so understanding of everything and this wasn’t something crazy, not like they were making out in front of her, but something snapped inside her. All the stress of dealing with Jason’s mood swings, with him being hot and cold on their relationship, overflowed and she stood up, moving towards the door, getting out of the house and into the cooler night air. If this is finally what made him happy, if Halle’s attention was what made him happy, then she would walk back to the apartment that night.

“YN?” she heard behind her, Jason coming down the front steps of the house. “Hey, I saw you…why are you leaving?” She stopped and looked at him, those eyes seeping into her and melting the iciness that had settled over her heart.

“I see you took my advice to have fun…” she said, folding her arms and looking at her feet. Jason looked confused, why did she seem mad about that? Then it dawned on him, another girl, hanging off him, getting close. O, o jeez. No one had ever been jealous about him before, and he felt both pride and guilt. He hadn’t meant to make her feel that way, but he couldn’t lie, he wanted to see how jealous she was, his ego liked that idea.

“Ya, well we thought it was funny, you know the whole fighting over a girl thing…” he said. “It was just supposed to be cute, Halle thought it would be fun.” His rambling and shrugging in an ‘ah shucks’ sort of way seemed to just annoy her more.

“Sure, well I don’t want to cramp your style, get back to your fun. I’m going to see if I can help Dick or something,” she said, turning and starting to stomp away. Jason reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him. She stumbled, catching herself on his chest, hands settling there as she looked up to see him smirking down at her. He looked smug and it was both hot and aggravating.

“Sweetness are you jealous?” he asked, leaning in a little. She glared at him, but it was half-hearted. “You know I will follow you home right now, if you’re not at the party then I don’t want to be there either.”

“I’ve never seen you like that…you looked happy, I don’t remember the last time you seemed happy,” she said softly. That stopped him in his tracks, his smile dropping. She thought someone else made him happy? And she thought that she didn’t. O fuck he had been such an asshole. He had been so focused on pouting and self-pity that he hadn’t noticed her efforts. She always tried to make him laugh, finding all his favorite movies to watch, listening to him read, sometimes for hours, not moving so she didn’t disturb him. She brought him snacks, for fuck’s sake, she was going into Sal Maroni’s world to help him and Dick.

“YN, I’m sorry,” he whispered. She looked at him confused. “I should have noticed that I was being so awful to you, and you were just trying to help me. Let’s go home, I don’t want to go back to the party.”

“No, I want to go, I want us to have fun together. No more of you stewing in your self-loathing, you’re Jason fucking Todd and you should be proud and happy about that. And if you’re not, be happy you have a loving girlfriend who literally deals with her asshole dad every day for him,” YN said. Jason took a step back at the venom in her voice.

“I wouldn’t be happier with anyone else. No one else has done so much for me, well no one but Dick but I doubt he kisses like you,” he said, which caused YN to burst out laughing, making him smile. “Alright sweetness, we’ll go back to the party, only if you agree to move in and stop the whole trying to get a job and move out thing. You’re mine and you’re staying with me. Or, if you want, I’m moving with you somewhere, maybe somewhere we could have more privacy…” he trailed off as his fingers ran down her sides to yank her closer. She let out an adorable squeak of surprise before he kissed her deeply, her hand weaving into his hair.

“I’ll move in, I won’t try to leave anymore,” she said as Jason, ignoring that they were right in front of a house full of college kids, kissed to her ear and down her neck, hands finding purchase on her ass, squeezing. “As much as I’d like to continue this, we are being watched…and honestly I never thought of voyeurism as hot unless you were in your other outfit.” Jason stilled, now having an entirely new thought in his mind.

“When I get this boot off that is happening, I know a few places it would be fun to make you melt in,” he whispered, pulling back and taking her hand to head back to the party.

After a couple hours Jason got a text from Dick, telling them to get home, they needed to talk immediately. Jason found her, pulling her close and kissing her ear. He whispered what Dick texted, freezing a fake smile on her face she looked at him, nodding.

“Going somewhere?” Halle asked as they started to leave. Jason smirked, pulling YN back to him.

“I’ve been trying to take her home all night, finally wore her down,” he said. It was sleezy, and very unlike Jason to talk like this but Halle just shrugged, probably assuming he had been drinking. YN just laughed and shook her head.

“I’m getting him home before he drinks anymore, he’s heavy and I can’t carry him,” she said. Jason shrugged and they headed back to the apartment.

“Where have you guys been?” Dick asked as they came in. Jason explained about the party and Dick looked a little impressed that they were doing something normal instead of trying to search for a criminal hideout or something. He showed them his computer where Barbara was on camera.

“Hey lovebirds, just found all the evidence we need against Maroni,” she said. YN let out a sigh of relief, maybe she would be free from that man finally.

“What’s the catch?” Jason asked, always knowing that good names came with pain in the ass news. Barbara nodded.

“We can see the data, but I can’t copy it or screenshot in. It can only be copied from the computer in Maroni’s office,” she said. Everyone looked at YN who deflated. She knew she could get it, but she would probably get caught so they discussed a plan to make sure she got away with the data, all the while making sure Maroni would think he foiled her plans. Pain in the ass news, am I right?

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igotanidea · 1 year

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I won't hurt you : Dick Grayson x f!reader

Warning: well, this gif was not chosen by accident, duh, SMUT, insecurities, MINORS DNI!

Being intimate with someone was always hard to imagine for me. Ok, I may have been deeply in love with Dick Grayson but the thought of him making love to me was just too much. I mean, he was the Nightwing. Flawlessly looking, perfectly sculptured, all muscles and trained and toned figure. Me? Not so much. Most of the times when I looked inn the mirror it was like a prick of conscience that I’m not doing more to look better. That my body was far from good looking. All those imperfections, insecurities and my internal critic screaming at me that I don’t deserve him. I might have been a good person inside but my outside was making me feel terrible. Not to mention that one too many times I’ve heard (and that coming from the people who were my closest family, apparently) that I was fat and waste of space. I used to shrug it off casually not letting anyone show how much it hurt, but the truth was that it did. One of the worst feeling ever – trusting someone enough to show that vulnerable side that was later on used against you, just to cause pain and make you feel this sharp pain inside. So, with such experiences it was always hard for me to let people in. Both emotionally and especially physically.

I knew Dick loved me, I did. But knowing was something far different from letting him see me whole. All that parts I hated, which pretty much was all of them. What if he gets disgusted? What if he change the way he see me? God! All those thoughts were just spinning inside my mind. It was harder than I expected.

So when the time came, after a lot of convincing it was time for us to get intimate.

“YN” he said lightly stepping forward and pulling me close.

I couldn’t even look him straight into the eyes, my heart beating so loud I couldn’t breathe properly. My eyes were everywhere but on him.

“Baby, look at me” he spoke softly but I just shook my head, clenching my fist unwillingly and closing eyes. That was when I felt his lips on my forehead, his hands starting to caress my back softly, slowly, trying his best to help me relax in his arms. But the more he tried to give me comfort and support the more I started to shake and quiver. “I am not going to hurt you” he whispered, his mouth now hovering over mine, mere centimeters apart and that finally made me open my eyes and look at him. There were just pure love and concern and softness on his face, quite a rare view, given his alter ego and night works. “I love you” he added.

“I know” I gasped and much to my embarrassment started crying. “I’m sorry….” I panted trying my best to stop the tears from falling “I just…. I don’t think I know how to be loved …..” I clenched my fist even more since that was what I used to do to keep myself strong.

“Don’t” he took my hands in his making me unclench them, preventing me from hurting the palms with the fingernails. Holding me close to his chest to the point where I was hiding my face in his shirt making it wet but he just didn’t care, stroking my hair gently. “It’s ok. Everything is all right. We can wait. I can wait. I won’t push you to do anything, I swear.”

Why was it so hard? I felt so safe in his embrace like he was the one who could shield me from the entire world, protect me from whatever danger might be coming so why couldn’t I let my guards down and just let him love me?! What was wrong with me?! Any other girl at my place would just jump into his arms without hesitation. Any other girl would fall straight to her knees in front of him. Fuck, there were a line of them, waiting to get into his bed. And I was just a freaking out because he was about to love me.

“Dick, I am so sorry.” I repeated “It’s not ok, not at all. You are so good to me and I’m just…..I don’t know. You can have any girl you want and I’m…..

“Stop it. I don’t want any other girl I just want you. you hear me? Only you.” he grabbed my chin and made me look at him, opening his mouth to say something more but seeing the look in his eyes I just decided to stop thinking. Before he could say anything I leaned into him, connecting our lips. This kiss was sloppy and shy. At first. Of course it was not the first time we were making out but this was different, knowing where we were heading. Acting so out of character I gave up the control leaving the driving to him and he was more than willing to take the wheel as he started to deepen the kiss making it more heated, more passionate and faster. Almost like he wanted to take all the bad thoughts and fears rooted so deep inside me. Before I realized what was happening he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his hips making me feel how hard he already was and I squeaked with both surprise and sudden fright. This was really happening.

“Is everything ok?” He pulled back immediately eyeing me with so much care.

“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t make me think” I pulled him back to me by his neck and connected our lips again. I had no idea what I was doing but one think I was sure that the second I let my thinking consume me again my mental barrier will reappear as well. The only way was to take a leap of faith. Good thing Dick was more experienced on the field. He knew exactly what and how to do.

“I won’t.” he gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, gently sucking on the skin, sending shivers down my spine. “I will make you feel good. I promise.” Oh, he already was, slowly walking backwards towards the bedroom with my legs still wrapped around him, so I was hanging onto him like a koala. When we reached the edge of the bed he sat down with me on his lap, his nimble fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. “May I?” he murmured against my skin and almost hypnotized by all his actions I nodded letting him expose me. “You are perfect” he repeated as more and more skin were showing. Next, still kissing me, he took my hands in his guiding them to unbutton his shirt and slowly, oh so slowly slid it down his strong toned arms, leaving his perfect abs exposed. I was now so hot, pretty sure I was blushing like crazy “You are so perfect” he said once again, lips on mine, as my hands on their own volition started wondering around his chest and neck, feeling his pulse rising. “I want you YN. Will you let me love you like you deserve? Please, be mine…..” Dick leaned his forehead on mine and I nodded again. “I need you to say it out loud……”

“Yes. Just please don’t …..”

“I won’t hurt you. Just say a word and I stop. It’s ok, it’s all ok….” He gently laid me down, not breaking the kiss, his hands moving down my sides, settling on my waist and I shuddered again feeling the warmth coming from his body.

“Dick…..” I moaned, being so embarrassed with myself, he did barely anything and I was already a mess.

“I am here. I love you. Everything is all right. You are so perfect, so good…. We don’t have to rush. Just tell me what you want…..” he whispered, being as vocal as usual, just way more horny.

“You. I want you, Dick. I love you too….. ” I was still so scared, but slowly with every touch of his hands and lips he was making it go away. “I’m sorry. I’m so pathetic….” I covered my face with hands. A whiny and needy girl was surely nothing he wanted.

“You are wonderful” he grabbed my hands making me look straight at him. “don’t hide from me. I love seeing you coming apart already. All mine, all for me.” His eyes darkened with lust and I felt my insides clenching for him and my pussy throbbing and out of instinct I hooked my arms around his neck pulling him closer. At the time his hands slid around my back unclasping my bra and slowly massaging my bare breast making me moan into the kiss as he smiled.

“God. I’m so crazy for you” his lips replaced hands as he sucked on my nipples sending another wave of pleasure all over me. I arched my back turning into pure want and need.

“Dick….” I moaned feeling him playing with the zipper of my pants “don’t tease…..”

“Are you sure?” how was it possible for him to stay so in control while I was just overwhelmed with the sensations he was giving me.

“Yes, please.” I gasped as he slid the pants and underwear alongside my legs and pressing our bodies even closer together, skin to skin. “Fuck!” now I felt his hardness against my bare femininity. All but him forgotten, feeling nothing but his body against mine, his hands and lips on every inch of me. Brain off. Mental shutdown. All of a sudden everything seemed so natural, so beautiful. He was here, he wanted me, he didn’t think I was flawed or broken. And I wanted him too. All of him. Despite that little alarm that went on in my head as the unbuttoned his own jeans and his cock sprung out hard, swollen and ready, I pushed my thoughts away.

“Focus on me.” He breathed out, hovering over me, intertwining our fingers, completely overwhelmed by hunger of me “are you ready, baby?”

“Yes. Please. Make me yours. Just…. go slow.”

He smirked and complying with my request carefully started to enter me. It was only the tip of his member but as he was stretching me and pushing against my hymen I squirmed beneath him.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, so mindful of my own mental state

“Good. Weird, but so, so good.”

“Do you need some time to….”

“No. No” I shook my head “give me more, please, please….”

He smiled like crazy and pushed some more. I felt the resistance coming from my body, unwilling to let him inside and dug my nails into his shoulders making him stop at the spot.

“You good, babe?”

“Yes. Yes, I just need a second” I slightly moved my hips to adjust “now, you can move and …. Ah!” as he pushed past my cherry this new feeling just consumed me whole making me arch my back, and throw my head further into the pillows.

“Let me in.” he muttered lips ghosting over mine, bodies pressed together and at this point I had no idea where I ended and he begun. “That’s it, babe. You feel so good. You are all mine. All mine….” He was repeating this word like a broken record, but it was just so hot and emotional I was just melting completely.

Due to my surprise within seconds he was just all in and went still, silently asking me for permission to move and as I granted it, started rocking his hips, at first carefully, gently but slowly picking up the pace, holding me so, so close to his, our bodies becoming one.

“Dick,….” I moaned “don’t…. stop….. feels so good.….. I’m gonna… I’m gonna…..” my words were now an incoherent blabbing, I wasn’t able to form proper sentence.

“Good, babe. Let it go. Cum for me…. I want to see you fall apart for me. Only for me….” He was desperately chasing his own high, but we both knew he wouldn’t let himself finish before me. “I love you so fucking much, my girl, my baby….”

I don’t know if it was the words or just one final snap of his hips but soon I felt my own orgasm overwhelm me, sending me over the edge, as Dick walked me right through it. It was exhilarating, knowing he was the one to make me feel this way, that he was the one to be next to me during this first time. He soon followed me with his own high gasping and panting in pleasure.

“Shit, babe. You feel so good, so perfect….” He finished and crashed me with his body falling down. He was heavy but at the same time I felt complete with his bodyweight on mine, my hands immediately embracing him as I needed something to hold on to and to ground myself. After a while however I was not able to breathe anymore and gently tapped his shoulder urging him to move up.

“I love having you like this bird boy, but you need to move. You are hurting me now…” I whispered playing with his chiseled hair and the word “hurt” made him start up.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Please forgive me, I got so lost in you….” he turned onto the side eyes fixed on mine with so much love, care and affection as he intertwined our fingers..

“ Don’t be sorry, Dick. You just gave me something I never thought possible. You walked right past my inhibitions. Thank you.” I smiled at him, exhausted but happy.

“I’m glad. “ he muttered pulling me in, my head resting on his chest listening to his calming heartbeat “I told you I won’t hurt you. I love you so much YN.”

“I love you too, boy wonder” I mumbled, slowly drifting off from all the overwhelm.

“Get some rest. I will be right here when you wake up, not going anywhere…..”

“What about the crime that doesn’t sleep?” I chuckled on the verge of sleep.

“Jason and the rest will take care of it tonight. I just need, no want to have you in my arms. I’m not leaving.

And that was a promise he kept, making me feel safe, loved, wanted and satisfied. Glad that my first time was with him.

@pinksirensong - I;m sorry I;m putting you through this......

btw I've just realised I forgot to tag you in a cuple of my latest updates <sorrry>

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luvly-writer · 1 year

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"But oh..cara mia"

Ch. 6: There is love there

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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader

Status: Ongoing

Warning: Fear toxin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Under Gotham’s Sky - Dick Grayson Imagine || Part 7

Part 7.2

Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader

Gif: @dcmultiverse

Notes: Hey, fellas! Under Gotham’s Sky is coming to an end! But I decided to separate chapter 7 in twice, tomorrow I may be posting the other one. Thank you so much for you guys that keep up with my updates. I really love you guys for this. If you have some opinion, good or bad, let me know! It makes me want to keep writing!

You were laying on Dick’s chest, enjoying the comfortable feeling of the warm he exhaled while you and him rested on his bed, both covered by the black silk sheets.

Your bodies shared the perfect temperature, it was cold outside, but in the bed, between you two, it was completely comfortable.

You were running your fingers on his chest while his hand rested on your waist and looked at you.

Looking at you right now, Dick knows there's nothing he could say to even scratch the surface of how he missed you all along.

Of how much he wants you. Of how much he loved you.

“Like what you see, Grayson?”

You looked up to face his eyes that stared at you so deep. But the moment was interrupted when you both heard your cell phone ring.

He grabbed it to you from the nightstand and you look at the screen.

“Captain”

Three missed calls from her. She was going to kill you.

“Damn” you cursed. You must have missed them while you and Dick were..you know..

“I need to leave. Gotham is crazy and if I spend more time far from GCPD my captain may get crazy too.”

“Oh no” He closed his eyes and threw his head back, making drama.

“I mean it, BoyWonder”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not even close to a BoyWonder now.”

“You’ll always be BoyWonder to me, Grayson.”

He chuckled, shyly.

You got up from his chest, taking the silk sheet to cover your breasts and when you were going to leave the bed, he took your hand.

“What if I tell your captain I locked you here on the Manor with me?” He looked at you with challenging eyes that made you smile. Dick could be so goofy sometimes and it was certainly one of the things you missed the most.

“Well, then all my effort to prevent you from going to jail for kidnapping scarecrow won’t have been of any use.”

You said, trying not to laugh at his shocked face.

“But relax, it’s okay now”

You said and he smiled at you and you returned, getting closer to him.

“If you want to be with me so bad, then I have an invitation for tonight.”

You were going to attend to Gotham’s Charity Gala alone this year. In the past years, you, Dick and Bruce went together, but since Dick left, it was only you and the Wayne.

And you really didn’t want to face it alone, so since he was here, why not?

“And what would it be, Detective?”

He arched an eyebrow and smiled.

His smile almost made you give up on your duties, and you’d come back to bed, if you weren’t, in fact, so late. You got up, wearing your clothes while he kept laid down with the sheets covering his low parts and looking at you.

“Gotham’s Charity Gala.”

“Wow. Like the old times?” He said, excited.

“Like the old times.” You blinked an eye to him.

“Invitation accepted. So I will forgive you for letting me here all lonely, naked and wanting you.”

“Hmm..I’ll see what I can do about that later.”

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You and Dick got out from his bedroom, going down on the stairs and all the Titans were there on the living room.

Great. You thought, hoping they hadn’t heard anything.

��Hello, guys” you talked to them and they smiled to you, but before anyone could say anything, a happy voice approached

“Hey, Detective!” It was Gar walking to you

“Hey, Gar. Always good to see you.”

“Hope you put some good thing on this man’s head, for god’s sake” he said, rolling eyes at Dick and you laughed a bit at the green haired boy, you just loved him.

“Well, let’s say I tried” I blinked to Gar and he smiled.

Dick put a hand on your waist and you look at him, you wish you could stay but duty called.

You said goodbye to all of them and you and the Grayson walked out from the house, going to your car.

“Hey, Y/n”

He said in a soft tone. Hearing him say your name so solemnly made you remember how much you loved him at the point your heart would hurt.

You looked at him

“Can we talk about everything later?”

He had his hands on his pocket. Besides you and him getting laid, it didn’t change the fact that there were a lot of things to talk about.

“Yes, definitely.”

You smiled at him.

“Don’t do anything stupid like this again, ok?”

You said and he looked down fighting a smile but when he looked at you, a beautiful one played on his lips.

“I’ll do my best.” He answered and you rolled your eyes. “It’s okay if I pick you up at eight?”

Dick asked and you nodded. He approached to give you a goodbye peck that turned into a deep kiss until you parted with reluctance.

“I’ll let you know if we have something new about Jason or Jonathan, ok?”

You said, while your foreheads were still touching each other

“Ok” he whispered giving you a last peck.

“See you tonight, Grayson.”

You walked to your car, as he watched you go with a little smile on his face.

When you left, Dick got into the Manor and he saw Gar looking through the window and getting surprised to see him back.

“Were you spying us?”

Dick asked the green haired boy

“You guys are the closest thing I have to a television, don’t blame me.”

He said, walking far from Dick and he just laughed.

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Dick didn’t receive any call or any message from you during all the day, what made him think you were working on Jason’s case or too busy with Gotham’s craziness.

It was 7 o’clock and he knew that the food on this kind of rich party was barely nothing, so when he had his suit and tie on, Dick followed to the Kitchen.

He was preparing a sandwich and watching the last Gotham News when he heard someone getting closer.

“Wow, that’s all for her, Grayson?”

It was Hank.

“That’s a charity gala, Hank, nothing more.”

“Hm..I see. Tell me the truth, you got shot to get her back, didn’t you?”

He provoked Dick, making the man laugh.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Dick finished his sandwich quickly and brushed his teeths, ready to leave the Manor.

“Gar, let me know if you guys need something, right?”

He said and Gar nodded.

“Relax, Man. Go have fun”

So Dick left, going to Y/n’s apartment. A few minutes driving and he got there.

Dick parked in front of the building and got in. When he knocked, he had no answer and by what he could see, lights were off.

What if she’s late? No, she hates being late. She should be on GCPD busy with something. He thought, so he was going to pick you there so you could get ready, even thought it was going to make you both get there later.

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Dick got in GCPD’s building showing his distinctive so he could walk freely, he recognized Violet, your partner, standing in her desk.

“Hey! Violet, right? I’m Dick Grays-“

“I know who you are. What do you need?”

She cut him off, crossing her arms and staring at him. Violet knew everything you went through, being there when you needed, so she didn’t simpatize much with Dick.

“I came to pick Y/n. Is she busy with something?” He asked, seeing that your desk was empty.

“No, actually she didn’t came by today, it must have been something really serious since she never misses a day.”

She answered and kept looking at some papers.

“She didn’t leave for any call or had something to do out there?”

He said thinking that maybe she hadn’t seen you.

“No. I mean it, Dick, she never got here.”

Violet frowned her eyebrows, confused

If you didn’t come here, where you’d have gone?

Dic was starting to get worried when his phone rang with your name on the screen and he immediately answered.

“Y/n?”

A silence remained

“I was starting to get worried. Wh-“

“Hey, Dickie.”

He couldn’t finish his sentence, and in the moment he heard the voice on the other side of the line, he froze. His breath catches in his throat as he realized who it was.

It was Jonathan Crane.

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