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graytodd · 27 days
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When to get along they find 'a common ground'
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super-marvel-dc · 28 days
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solivigantkaiba · 3 months
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Bruce, going over case notes behind the sofa.
Dick: "Bruce, can I have chicken nuggets?"
Bruce: "*grunt*"
Dick: "Yeah, but I'm little, I can't reach the freezer and I don't think I'm allowed to fry anything by myself."
Bruce: "......*chirp*"
Dick: "Ok."
Bruce makes his way to the pantry, grabs a stepstool, places it by the cabinet, and trips over it.
"B? Are you ok?"
"*grunt*"
"I don't think the floor is that comfortable."
A tiny Grayson moves to lay by his incapacitated guardian, "oh, wait,.....maybe"
15 min later
"Master Bruce, Master Grayson, is there a particular reason I must inquire as to why you are laying on the linoleum floor?"
"B and I were gonna make nuggets, but neither of us know how.................so the floor it is."
".......I see, well if the young sirs would permit me, I can get started on those chicken nuggets and what say you a bit of a ceasar salad to accompany?"
"*chirp*"
"Yeah, that sounds good Alfie. B wants to know if we can have apple juice?"
"Of course."
Alfred steps over them both, Bruce in his embarrassment won't be moving and Dick has become very comfortable at his side.
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doodlesforfics · 1 year
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Robin's Egg by Calix aka @arzuera​ is just, such gloriously fun fic to read. I literally want to draw so many scenes from it, like sadlkjfaskd  its just!! so cute!!! aaaaa ;33333
also a lil doodle for locket because my mind is so stuck on it and figuring it out, i mean its just ;) so thoughtful of timbo
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#dpxdc#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#Danny Phantom#dc batman#damian al ghul#damian robin#duke thomas#timothy drake#red robin#richard dick grayson#nightwing#OK U WONT BELIEVE IT BUT i literally had cover ready a month ago. as most of the sketches.#it was like the second fic i planned to draw fanart for????#the problem came from the boys. as i have never drawn ANY OF BATBRATS i was driving myself crazy looking for refs#thank fuck for waynefamilyadv because their artstyle/designs literally saved my life??#Fun Fact: Tim gave me the most trouble. THAT BOY HAD SO MANY OUTFITS and all are relatively?? similar and often depicted?#like nightwing had previous suits but his black/blue one is like a staple#but Timbo?? TIMTIM??? MY MAN WHAT IS YOUR LATEST TELL ME Im not a comic expert i have no idea so i just?? hoped for best lol#ok i lied i DO know the last outfit Tim has and its banging BUT I CANT DRAW IT ITS TOO HOT and its not red robin i think#Fun Fact 2: i so desperately wanted to draw Damian in his black/red robin outfit#but?? i realized its like his grown up version...like at least 16ish?? since he looks older in it in pics. sigh. so i settled for a version#of course i had to have an artcrisis in the middle of drawing all the comics because i discovered dan more comic art#HAVE U SEEN THEIR AMAZING ART COMIC GODLINESS??? their nightwing sent me spirling like holy fuk#thats why i dont look at amazing comic art it makes me both want to draw and depressed beyond measure#god im so happy i finished this batch. man i gotta go easier on myself in the next one otherwise i will get an ulcer lol#anyway. ROBINS EGG IS SUCH FUN FIC i have so many scenes i STILL wanna draw. First priority? JON AND DAMI BEING CUTE#because they are babies and i wanna try my hand in drawing jon#gotta catch up to last chapters first tho. I hope you enjoy my silly takes and fanart for ur fic Calix!#fanfic fanart
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batrachois · 3 months
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She is Koriand'r and he is just Dick
I’m more proud of this than I should be considering the state of the lineart lmao
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kaethefangirl · 2 months
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Ever since North West's song came out Dick and Stephanie have been obsessed with it and it drives Jay and Tim crazy
Jason: I swear to god if I hear that godforsaken song one more time-
Tim: If they play it again I'm going to lose my shit.
*later that day in the batmobile*
Dick: Can I get the aux?
Bruce: Sure, why not
Jason and Tim: NO!!!
Stephanie: *smiling*
Dick: *plays his song* ITS YOUR BESTIE MISS MISS WESTIE
Jason: KILL ME AGAIN PLEASE
Tim: *attempting to jump out of the moving car*
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zodiac-senpai · 1 year
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Bisexual "Thicc" Grayson - Gotham Knights~
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lovenaiu · 1 year
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Batman: Urban legends
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" Damian... He means the world to me." THEIR BROTHER RELATIONSHIP WILL MAKE ME CRY
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hearts4robs · 5 months
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𝐓𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ☕️
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Fandom. DC
Pairing. Richard(Dick) Grayson x f!reader
Genre. fluff/soft/sfw📕
Word count. 1271
Warnings. None :)
Req. This wasn’t requested <3
Summary. Spending an afternoon in with your busy boyfriend was a foreign thing for the two of you. It only made it that more special when Dick for once wasn’t a dick. A quiet movie night sounds about right.
Notes. This story isn’t proof read, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way :) <3
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It’s not that Dick isn’t an affectionate and loving guy; he really is. He’s just... a bit of an asshole, really.
He doesn’t think before he speaks; he’s hot-headed, and his temper isn’t easy to dance around. And it certainly doesn’t help if he’s stressed out or pressured into something, not that you’d ever pressure him into anything.
Dick was, in fact, a great boyfriend. He treated you well, communicated decently, and tried to see you as often as possible, despite his busy schedule.
But for once, Dick had an afternoon off. Totally cleared; no work, no training, nothing. So now he has time to spend with you. And when he finally submerged in the sheets of your shared bed, he headed directly for you. With messy, black bedhair and groggy eyes, his arms snaked around your waist, squeezing you lazily. A small grunt escapes you as you almost drop the tea bag that was in your hand.
“Good morning, Dick. Slept well?” You grunt out, your own voice a little hoarse for the lack of use the past few hours. Dick slowly loosens his arms around you, his hands cupping each side of your ribs and his fingers tracing circles over the fabric of your shirt. His nose searches for your neck, piercing through your hair as his eyes flutter closed, inhaling you.
"I've slept good.. real good.” He mutters, his voice groggy and strained with sleep. I press a kiss on your hair before pulling his heavy head back up. He straightens up as he opens his eyes again. “Making tea, I see?” He speaks as you lower the teabag into your mug.
You nod your head, patiently waiting for the kettle on the stove to boil your water. You turn around in Dick’s arms, a groggy and lazy smile appearing as soon as he sees your face.
“Do you want a cup?” You ask him, your hand brushing a few wild strands of hair out of Dick’s eyes, his eyelashes fluttering briefly before he focuses on you again. He smiles before ducking his face into the crook of your neck again, nuzzling his nose into the warm, soft skin of your neck. “No thanks,” he mutters, politely declining your offer, his warm and quiet breath fanning over your neck. “I’ll just steal a few sips from you.” A soft smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and Dick inhales your natural scent deeply. It fills his lungs and the pit of his stomach with comfort.
He litters a few kisses on the skin of your neck, obviously still tired from his nap. Your fingers push his hair pack, scratching his scalp. He groans contently, humming quietly as he enjoys the touch of your cold finger against his warm scalp. “I’m assuming you’ve got the afternoon off?” You ask him, your other arm wrapping around his waist. Dick nods, once again lifting his head to look at you. A smile tugs at his lips. “Yeah, rest of the night.” He says, blinking a few times in a row to really adjust to the cool lighting of the kitchen. "What does that mean?" You trail off a little, your smile turning into a playfully smirk as the hand your prior had buried in his hair travels to his chest, caressing his chest through his t-shirt. “movie marathon?” You finish, your smirk turning into a grin as you wrap your arms around his neck. He tightens his arms around your waist, pressing you back against the edge of the kitchen counter, dipping down, and pressing a few lazy kisses to your lips.
“Sure,” he mutters, his lips sculpting against yours. “as long as I get to choose.” His words get lost in your lips, his kisses trailing down your neck. Your head falls back slightly, a smile on your lips as Dick stops his kissing, once again hugging you tightly, his arms running up and down your back. A soft laugh escapes you, Dick straightening up again. His lips parted as if to speak. Before he gets to speak, he’s cut off by the howling of the kettle on the stove. Dick grunts quietly as your attention is torn away from him, your body turning around once again. He lets go of your waist, taking a small step backwards as he watches you.
You reach for the kettle, pouring the boiling water onto your mug, the flavor of the tea bag coloring the water quickly. You set the kettle back, taking your mug into your hands and turning it back around. Dick makes his way to the living room, which is openly connected to the kitchen. You follow, mug in hand, as you settle on the sofa beside Dick. Your muscles relax against him, with Dick lifting his arm and wrapping around your shoulder. His arm wraps around yours, his finger tips caressing your arm as he grabs the remote. He presses a kiss on your temple as he searches various streaming platforms for just the right movie. As he does so, you reach for the thick blanket lying a few inches from you. You pull it over you, tugging your knees up to your chest. Dick looks at you with a smile on his lips as he quickly tugs some of the blanket over him as well. The two of you melt against each other and into each other, like two separate pieces that fit perfectly together.
The movie plays, your eyes locked on the flashing screen as I mindlessly sip my tea. Dick glances at you, reaching over and wrapping his hand around the other side of the mug as you hold onto the handle. He leans closer, tilting the mug to his lips. He was definitely making it hard for himself, but his eyes were locked on the screen, like he didn’t want to miss a second. Your eyes land on him, a chuckle escaping your chest as you watch Dick. A few droplets of the hot tea roll down his chin before leaning back again.
“You’re making it very hard for yourself, babe.” You say, both your hands wrapping around the mug again before you press a kiss on his cheek. Dick simply hums out one of those 'I'm listening' sounds. Another small, breathy chuckle escapes you as your lips meet his cheek again. Dick simply squeezes your shoulders briefly with your kisses and laughs before just staring at the screen. He was barely blinking. A few more minutes pass, with a soft, tired smile on your lips as you lean your head against Dick’s. He tilts his head against yours, both of you breathing calmly. He turns his head slightly, his hand coming to the teacup again. He was like a little kid hyper-focused on his iPad, playing Coco-melon. You start smiling wider as you start guiding the mug to his lips. Dick is gulping the tea. He pulls away again, clicking his tongue before sighing contently.
You scoff out a chuckle before setting the now-empty mug on the coffee table. Dick’s eyes finally tear away from the screen, meeting your face. He quickly wraps his arms under your legs, turning you to face him, your legs over his lap. He re-wraps the blanket around the two of you, snuggling up with you. He sighed contently, his muscles relaxing as he finally embraced you. He finally had his whole world in his arms. Despite sometimes being an asshole and sometimes having an unhinged temper, he loves you.
And he’d rather die than not express that.
“I love you, [your name].” He mutters, squeezing you tighter.
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Notes . This is my first piece of “proper” writing in like, 2 or 3 years so I hope y’all like it🫶 I’d love receiving feedback in the comments or my request/letter box!
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gi0st4r · 1 month
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WIP FINALLY DONE>:DDD
Full picture here
VVV
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rjnonymous · 1 year
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If Bruce hadn't taken in his kids every single one of them except Jason would've turned out as murderous maniacs
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graytodd · 1 month
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when your little bro is too hot much to handle
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super-marvel-dc · 23 days
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Come get the phone
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This popped in my head when I was looking through this list, and I couldn't help but think of a scenario with Dick Grayson (of course, he lives in my head rent free). Checked this like three times for typos, but I was tired so who knows what surprises wait ahead! Ah, I need sleep... Slightly NSFW, so proceed with caution, please! Also poorly written. Yes, that's a warning. So is Dick Grayson, because LOOK AT HIM!
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“What are you craving right now?” Dick asks while looking through his phone for take out, not noticing that you scooted closer to him on the couch. “You,” you purr slightly, moving your face close to the side of his, and kissing his cheek. “Oh?” He hums, raising one of his pretty eyebrows as he smirks. “Mm-hmm.” you grin, raising a hand to cup his face to turn it towards yours. “But you know what I also want?” You look down at his soft lips, inching close to them. “What?” Dick's cheeks tint pink as you get closer to his mouth, his breathing speeding up, and heart starting to race. “Chinese food,” you whisper, quickly pecking his lips, then snatching his phone now that he was distracted, and jumping off the couch. “Hey! That's not fair!” He exclaims, his eyes wide and arms thrown out to the side. “Sorry, love, but I know you would've said no if I told you I wanted Chinese again!” You laugh, holding his phone close in case he tries to come after you to retrieve it back. “Well, yeah.” He grabs a pillow from the couch, trying to discretely cover his lap, yet failing and rolling his eyes when he sees you wink. “It's the third time you wanted Chinese food,” he says, chucking another pillow in your direction, smirking when it hits you square in the face. “Ok, firstly: ouch.” You rub your nose, pouting as you throw the pillow back at him, but missing horribly. “And secondly: I can't help that I love Chinese food so much!” You walk back over to the couch, keeping a tight grip on Dick's phone, and sitting next to him. “You love Chinese food more than you love me?” His arm wraps around your shoulders, and he pulls you into his side, kissing your temple softly. “Mmm.” You tilt your head, pretending to think for a moment, a breathless laugh slipping past your lips when he lightly tugs your hair in mock offence. “No, I love you more than Chinese food. I'd give up Chinese food for you.” Dick's teasing smile turns into a soft one when you finish your sentence. “Damn, you really do love me,” he murmurs, leaning his head in to kiss your lips gently. He pulls away after a moment, his beautiful eyes gazing into yours. “I love you, too.” He pecks your forehead, and your heart flutters, eyes soft as you smile at him. “But we're not getting Chinese again.” His hand grabs his phone, shoving it into the front of his pants before you could react. Your smile drops, a deadpanned expression now taking its place. “I am not afraid to reach in there, you know...” You raise your eyebrows, pointing to his jeans, and staring at him for a few seconds, your gaze glancing from his eyes to his pants. “I know.” He grin mischievously, a wicked glint on his face. “If you really want Chinese food then come get the phone.” Dick spreads his legs, the pillow that was resting on his lap earlier falling to the floor, and he throws his arms over the back of the couch, a permanent grin etched on his pretty face as he watches you.
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yu-huuuu · 1 year
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𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘬𝘰𝘮𝘪-𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮— 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 1
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[ 🌸 ] ...
characters: cassandra cain my girl nedds more love, okey 😭?;; some character mentions  
genre: bad comedy-
warnings: fem!reader, strong social anxiety disorder and many communication problems.
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𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑥𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜.
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Lmao let's say you're in the same classroom as Cass. 
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You arrive at your classroom, you are new and you feel the gaze of the people who see you go by. 
Your legs shake with anxiety but you try to hide it as best you can. When you finally get to your desk is when you inwardly let out a sigh of relief.
And suddenly this unknown girl comes in, with beautiful Asian features, she just sits next to you without saying a word, which gives you incredible peace... until you feel her gaze on you. That's when you recognize her.
‘The locker girl’, you had seen her when you were leaving various things in your locker when you first arrived. She was putting some notebooks in her own locker when she looked at you, both of you had made eye contact, but you had gotten so anxious that you had just walked away as fast as your legs would carry you while still looking elegant.
You expected her to just ignore you and go about her business, you actually wanted to disappear, but you couldn't do that. Due to your good grades you had accidentally gotten your parents to decide to send you to the prestigious Gotham High which meant moving to another city, you really didn't want to go, but your parents argued that this would be a great opportunity for you to study in such a unique place. 
The quiet moment of recess was interrupted when people from your classroom crowded around your desk to buy you a meal. And It was a pity that due to your difficulty in communicating you could not say that you wanted to eat with these people. It seemed like reaching your goal of making 100 friends this year was going to be difficult.
 Seeing that you were alone, you asked yourself: “why can't I talk to people?” It was an innocent question, it really was. And you definitely didn't notice that the girl sitting next to you was standing right at the entrance of the classroom.
You almost passed out, luckily it didn't happen. So you ran to the other door that was in the corner.
 “Do you have trouble communicating with people?” It was the first thing out of her mouth, which in turn stopped you from your swift escape. 
You timidly turned to her, and tried to speak, but only incoherent and anxious sounds came out of your mouth. 
 "Y/N" spoke in a calm voice, stopping the soft sounds abruptly. She remembered your name, well, you wrote it in front of everyone when your teacher asked you to introduce yourself, even though it was actually still written… 
 It seemed that Cassandra was thinking of a way to communicate with you. 
Despite only spending a few classes together, Cassandra seemed as quiet as you, but the only difference was that she spoke when she needed to. She could communicate her desires, her thoughts… 
And then, you could barely think of what you wanted without a mental breakdown. 
 Oh- it seems that she already came up with something... Pointing with one of her delicate fingers, she spoke: "board" 
 you got the message 
 Grabbing the chalk, you began to write everything you felt. 
What came to torment you, how difficult primary school was, how difficult it was to communicate with people.
When you finished writing, Cassandra picked up the other piece of chalk. She had also started to write, but instead of writing something like what you wrote on the board, she wrote: "I would like to meet you"
The little Joy you felt in your chest was overwhelming. The first thing you wrote was that you liked cats, to which she replied that she liked ballet.
Little by little, the big board was filled with your conversation, with her likes and dislikes. You learned that Cassandra has seven siblings, that she loves her “grandpa's” cookies and loves the movies she watches with her sisters.
When you both got to the subject of the dreams that you two wanted to fulfill; Cassandra wrote that she wasn't so sure she had a definite dream, you on the other hand wrote that your dream was to have a hundred friends.
For a moment you thought she was going to make fun of it, after all it was a childish dream, such a childish wish. but she didn't, instead she wrote something that made your heart skip: "I'll help you with that."
No one.
No one told you that before, but looking into her eyes. Seeing her determination in her eyes.
You knew she was serious.
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Cassandra was waiting for you by your locker when you arrived. When you finished grabbing some books that you needed, you both walked towards your classroom. 
 30 minutes were left before classes began. So you still had time.
You were going up the empty stairs when Cassandra stopped you.
“Yesterday, I was looking for ways how you could ask someone to be your friend…” Oh, so she looked for ways to help you. "You could start by saying, 'Do you want to be my friend?'. Do you want to try saying it?"
Talk. 
She was asking you to talk…-oK Ok ok calm down, calm down, you just have to say it.
Taking a soft breath, you began, “D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D—“  No, You can not.
Your body did not stop shaking, and your mind did not stop tormenting itself with many insecurities.
"uhhh- Y/N are you alright?"
Ah, it happened again. Your nerves could against you.
“Well then, I know someone who is very good at talking. Come on, we still have time." Taking the notebook and pencil, you wrote; "Okey"
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Now you both were in front of Class 1-B. 
 Cass spoke as she opened the classroom door a little more, "The person I was talking about is my sister, her name is Stephanie– she has a great ability to talk to people. Although my big brother Dick is good at it too."
The few students that were inside didn't pay attention to you, they were too focused on talking among themselves. 
 The pretty long blonde hair of a girl who had her back turned was the first thing that caught your eye when you looked closely at the classroom.
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swabsandcream · 10 months
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A New Start
Detective Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader
Summary:  Y/N was an exceptional detective, responsible for solving several high-profile crimes alongside her partner while working with the Los Angeles Police Department. Shortly after losing her partner on the job, she decides to move out of LA to have a fresh start elsewhere. 
Warnings: None
Part 2, Part 3
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I think I’m going to like it here. Y/N thinks to herself as she takes in the view of the city of Detroit through her windshield while making her way to work. She was glad to be in a new place where everything was different, from the cold weather to the not so friendly neighbors she had encountered this morning. In a way, it helped her cope with the loss of her longtime partner who was also her best friend. She proceeded to think about him while on her way to meet her new partner for the first time.
A few minutes later she finally arrived at the Detroit Police Department. She stood outside the doors briefly to take a deep breath, then walked in with her head up high and a smile on her face. Making her way to the captain’s office, she was greeted by a few detectives and officers who were anticipating her arrival. She was already starting to feel welcomed once she politely entered the captain’s office to introduce herself. There were two men in the office, one who was clearly the captain sitting behind the desk, and she wasn’t sure who the other one was standing on the side of him. They were in the middle of a conversation, but stopped and turned to face her once she came in.
“Good morning, Captain Nelson. My name is-”
“Detective Y/N Y/L/N! Hello and welcome, nice to finally meet you. We were just talking about you and we’re both glad that you’ve decided to join our team.” She directed her attention from the captain to the man, who stood there quietly and gave her the meanest glare she’d ever seen in her life. She quickly observes him; young, brown hair and eyes, slightly taller than her, and on his belt was a badge that said ‘Detective’ in bold letters. 
“So, you must be my new partner.” She approaches the man, holding her hand out and still wearing a smile on her face. There was a moment of silence, as the man hesitantly grabbed her hand and gave it a quick shake before releasing it.
“Detective Dick Grayson. We done here? I’d like to get back to work if you don’t mind captain.” The man stepped away from Y/N and slowly made his way to the door while waiting for the captain’s approval. Her smile began to fade as she kept her eyes on the man, disliking his cold and unfriendly demeanor. 
“Sure Grayson, but once Y/N is ready to join the investigation I expect you to fill her in completely. Understand?” Dick scoffed at the captain’s words and left the office promptly.
“Wow. His name suits him very well.” Y/N’s joke cracks a smile out of Captain Nelson, who gestured her to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of him.
“Grayson’s a loner around here. Hes been trying to avoid having a partner since he transferred here a month ago from Gotham PD.”
“Gotham PD? Jesus Christ, I’d never even step foot in that city.”
“Yeah, apparently he lost his partner and decided to move on, just like you.” She leaned in to listen to the captain, fully intrigued by the newfound connection between herself and the cold stranger she’s being forced to work with.
“What happened to his partner?”
“Gassed by the joker, who knows?” They both let out a chuckle, but Y/N didn’t really find it funny. She started to feel like there may be a chance for her to get him to warm up to her.
Moments later, she had wrapped up her conversation with the captain and went to find her new desk, which is right across from her new partner. She found him focused on his computer, typing and reading the screen intently. She sat down in her chair, observing her new desk which only had a computer, a stapler, and a cup of pencils and pens on the side. She figured she would make herself at home and bring personal belongings tomorrow.
 For now, she was trying to work up the nerve to speak up to her partner, who didn’t pay her any mind and continued working. She ended up observing him once more, although his attitude was ugly, he was definitely the opposite in the looks department. He was very nice to look at with his charming face, broad shoulders, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up just enough to see just how toned his arms are. She was so caught up in her observations that she didn’t realize he had stopped looking at his computer and was staring directly at her. 
She panicked, not knowing how long this went on for. She tried to quickly find something to say, but he beat her to it.
“Come over here so I can fill you in.” Dick scoots over in his rolling chair, giving her enough room to bring her chair next to him in front of his desk. She quietly rolled her chair next to him while sitting in it, avoiding eye contact with him and trying to focus on the stack of open files displayed in front of them.
“I’m in the middle of investigating a string of robberies taking place in the Downtown area. So far, two banks and one jewelry store have been hit in the past three weeks. I’m working on finding a pattern with the robberies, but progress has been slow since-”
“Since you’re trying to take this on all by yourself.” Y/N looks over at Dick, who kept his eyes on her as he sat back in his chair and folded his arms. She decides that this is the perfect time to try and win him over.
“Look, I heard you lost your partner. I did too. But that doesn’t mean we should give everyone else the cold shoulder and go off on our own.” Dick uncrossed his arms and sat back up as his demeanor began to transition from standoffish to empathetic.  
“I’m sorry for your loss. What happened to him, if you don’t mind me asking.” The tone of his voice was much softer than before, which made Y/N feel comfortable enough to open up to him. 
“We were holding a stakeout for some big-time drug dealers in South LA, but we were compromised. We ended up in a shootout with these guys. We called for backup...but they were too late. He died a hero and I just got lucky.” She turned away from Dick in effort to hide her eyes beginning to well up with tears. 
Dick started to feel guilty about the way he initially treated her. He moved his chair closer to her and laid his hand on her shoulder, making her turn back around. She took a deep breath and used her fingers to wipe her eyes. She apologized to Dick, who immediately ensured her that there was no need to apologize. He moved his hand from her shoulder to her back, rubbing it in circles in effort to make her feel better. She gave him a bittersweet smile, and he slowly removed his hand from her back. 
“We’ll solve this case together Y/N, and I won’t go off on my own. I promise.” 
“Thanks, Detective Grayson.”
“Please, call me Dick.”
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toomanybrainrots · 3 months
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Decided to do this with two of my first ever comfort characters
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