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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Hey, this might be too specific, but I was thinking Jason Todd with a top male reader older than Jason (like sugar daddy ;) lol just kidding but let it be like 30-40 years and that he has more experience than Jason with weapons and stuff

Jason Todd x older male reader

Headcanons

Jason is in his early 20s in this whilst the reader is around 40. I might have taken the sugar daddy part and ran with it lmao.

- You were called Black Demise, because you wore mainly black and dark colors and the fact that no one ever saw you coming.

- You had been in the killing business for at least 20 years now, having run with the likes of Deathstroke when you first started out. The two of you were still friends somewhat, but you didn’t communicate as much anymore since you were both busy.

- Meeting Red Hood was a coincidence. The Outlaws had appeared during one of your contracts, apparently having the same target as you did. Of course you didn’t let them get the target and killed them first, much to The Outlaws annoyance who tried to fight you.

- Your many years of experience made it quite easy to take them down though, and at one point you had Red Hood pinned on his back, sat on his waist and holding his arms above his head. He had tried in vain to buck you off, but you just pressed down harder on top of him.

- You couldn’t keep the chuckle from leaving your lips when you felt hardness against your ass, deciding to press down harder against him and grinding your hips back and forth a few times just to tease the younger man.

- When the fight had left him and Red Hood was just wriggling and trying to hump up against you, letting out choked keens and whimpers, you released his hands, took his jaw between your fingers, and told him to come find you some time.

- And before he could react you were gone, having tucked a card with your number in his jacket before disappearing into the wind.

- Jason had immediately looked into you when he got home from the mission. You were less known than Deathstroke, but just as skilled if not more. You were only less known because you stayed hidden unlike the other man.

- Jason couldn’t help but wriggle his hips to adjust to the heat that gathered in his crotch at the memory of you, holding your card between his fingers as he debated on contacting you.

- One thing led to another, and he messaged you, using some bullshit excuse about wanting to learn about weapons from you and how to deal with them effectively. You of course knew It was just an excuse but went anyways.

- Getting into Gotham was never hard, you just needed to know how to stick to the shadows better than the bats and you were in, you knew this because you’ve had many contracts on Gotham and other cities protected by heroes.

- You found Jason on one of his patrols, watching from the shadows as he took down a couple of gangsters who had been trying to force kids to sell for them by the looks of it. When he was done and had returned to the rooftops, you had struck and pushed him up against the wall.

- Jason tried to swing at forever had pinned him, but when he saw it was you the fight seemed to melt right out of him, the immediate submission making something stir in your stomach.

- Your relationship started out with you just guiding him, with a lot of flirting and lingering touches. You especially loved to step up behind him and press against his back, to “correct” the way he was holding specific weapons or adjust his stance.

- Jason wasn’t super rich, since he didn’t want to rely on Bruce for anything, and you only make so much as a crime lord of Gotham who didn’t reveal their identity. And seeing as you were extremely skilled in what you did and had been doing it for so many years, you could honestly rival maybe not Bruce, but at least Oliver Queen in riches.

- It started out as you buying Jason new weapons, armor or gear. When he tried to claim he didn’t need it, you had just taken his chin between your fingers and your thumb and told him you didn’t wanna lose your boy like that.

- That was another thing that had happened over time, petnames. You regularly referred to Jason as your boy, your prince, your pup, your pretty boy or your personal favorite, your little one.

- Jason had tried to complain in the beginning, but you could tell he enjoyed it just as much as you did. And over time he let you pamper him with gifts and riches. It grew on him the more it happened, and some selfish part of his chest loved the gifts and attention you gave him.

- When he called you daddy the first time it had been a joke, you had just gotten Jason a new helmet made of the same material as your own, and new armor made in a similar build as your own. It was like staking a claim on him to anyone who knew who you were.

- The bat had even been removed from the chest, at Jason’s insistence. He had put on the new gear you got him and stood in front of you, twirling as if showing it off.

- You had never asked why he wanted the bat off his chest, and when you did, he answered without thinking. “So everyone knows I belong only to you daddy” his tone was joking, but you could feel there was some truth to that.

- It had immediately set a bright fire in your chest, and Jason froze when you got to your feet. He thought maybe you were insulted by what he said, but when you grabbed him under his thighs and lifted him up against the wall he knew better.

- The night you had wrung him dry, first taking him against the wall in his new gear, before bending him over the couch, taking him in the kitchen, the bathroom, and the bedroom. The entire time praising him and calling him your good little boy, asking if he wanted daddy to take care of him.

- If Jason had any neighbors they would definitely have hear him cry out for his daddy that night, and have heard how he wailed and moaned as you took him.

- After that night your relationship became official, you became boyfriends, but you also became his daddy and him your boy. You ended up moving him to one of the multiple apartments you owned in Gotham, like staking yet another claim on him.

- The apartment was still close to Crime alley or was in Crime alley since that was his home and where he worked. And everyone seemed to notice the bat being removed from Red Hoods outfit and how he looked even higher quality than before.

- Panic immediately filled the city when Black Demise started popping up, even if you weren’t as famous as Deathstroke you were still known enough to sent criminals scattering. It made things tense in the city especially when you seemed to stick around Crime Alley.

- It created rumors that Black Demise and Red Hood were working together, especially when people noticed their gear being similar in some ways or how Black Demise would always hover over Red Hood.

- A goon even claimed to have seen Black Demise push Red Hood up against a wall and fondle him, to which the red wearing vigilante had just thrown his head back and hung onto the other man.

- The batfam had been shaken to their core after Jason stopped wearing the bat and had gone even lower contact than he uses too, so when they went to check his last known apartment and they saw he wasn’t there, they panicked a little.

- It ends up being Dick who sees Jason and you, when out patrolling he sees you holding Jason against you and Jason with his arms draped over your shoulders and kicking his leg like a lovestruck fool.

- Dick being who he is confronts the two of you after a while, having stalked you both to make sure Jason wasn’t being forced to do anything.

- You would most likely have known Dick because of his time with Deahtstroke, so he gives you the shovel talk and tells you to keep the killing to the downlow in Gotham and lets you two be, only after making sure Jason is safe and happy.

- Dick goes back and reports you are an ally for Jason’s and to not worry about you. He doesn’t out your relationship to the family cuz its not his place, and Jason actually seems so happy and relaxed for the first time in who knows how long.

- After a while the two of you start being public with your relationship, in and out of suits. You go out during the day to go to libraries or bookstores, for you to pamper Jason with some new clothes of your choosing, or to grind against each other like a lovesick pair of dogs in clubs during the night.

- The Outlaws might be a little confused by your relationship in the beginning, but they quickly come to accept it since you both seem happy, healthy, and safe, so who are they to judge.

- Bruce would definitely not be approving of the relationship, and it would lead to some arguments, but he has to bite it down since he doesn’t wanna drive Jason away from the family again. So, if he has to look at you and Jason acting like a pair of newlyweds so be it.

- Jason has most definitely gotten more comfortable being your boy, calling you daddy over personal comms during patrols when he wants to be a tease.

- During nights when he wants you to ravage him, he wears a pair of lingerie under his clothes, rubs against you and kisses you, whimpers and whines for his daddy to touch him and love him, and when he gets you warmed up, he rushes off on patrol.

- You have quickly figured out this tactic of his but play along, knowing it makes him even more excited and hot under the collar. Though there have been times where you have caught him before finishing patrol to take him in dark alleyways or rooftops.

- Jason might start wearing a necklace with a lock on it or a leather choker when hes out and about, as if to show everyone he’s taken and happy about it. He would more likely wear a collar at home, that has something like “daddy’s boy” written on it or “property of Black Demise”.

- Jason is still a big terrifying crime lord don’t get me wrong, but sometimes he just likes to crawl into his daddy’s lap and ride your thigh and have you pinch and twist his nipples until he came in his boxers.

- Because of your relationship the Red Hod actually becomes even more skilled than before since you train him, not just in weapons though, you also train him in other spicier ways ;)

- You two are in a very comfortable and happy relationship, and though its taken some work since Jason would struggle with communication in the beginning, you make sure to always talk through your issues and anything either of you aren’t happy with.

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gangrenados · 11 months

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naughty questions about our boys time!!! (all the batboys+bruce+clark+titans boys+whoever you want lmao) which of our boys 1) would swallow during oral, 2) would get a dick piercing, 3) would get a tongue piercing and a vibe tongue ring specifically for their partner's pleasure, 4) sleeps nude, 5) would masturbate in public, 6) would eat ass, 7) would do sexual things with an unknown partner (eg: glory holes), 8) would suck/play with titties in public?

Imma do 2 characters per question :D

1) who swallows during oral?

Dick, he's gonna slurp you up like a slushie. He's all for slutting out and, to him at least, the act can't finish without the adding a little else. He doesn't do this for everyone, just those he deems especial.

I think Jason would do it too, but not in the theatrical way Dick's does it. In Jason case is more of a reflex, he doesn't show off as much. After that you can catch him whipping his mouth with his forearm before getting to the next thing.

Honestly I feel like Bruce would do too, he's a little freak underneath all that stoic exterior lol.

2)Would get a dick piercing?

COMICS!CONNER. lmao I don't have anything to say to explain why, but I just know. Trust me.

Honestly I feel like titans!Jason might consider it, maybe even do it, but he would end up regretting it and getting it removed.

3) Would get a tongue piercing.

Roy Harper and no one can convince me otherwise. He would be smug about it, saying the only thing he needs to make you see stars it's his tongue.

There's something about Gar that tells me that he would get a tongue piercing at some point and he's gonna rock your world with it lmao. But unlike Roy whose all smug and cocky about it, Gar found out about this particular ability by accident, a funny little surprise if you will.

Again, comics!Conner lol, I think he would get every part of his body pierced tbh.

4)Sleeps nude.

Clark, I feel like he runs insanely hot at night and that might help him to cool off a bit.

Dick, he needs to feel free from the constriction of his clothes and suit (can you blame him? That thing it's skintight). Sometimes he's so tired that after a shower he just likes down in bed and falls asleep without giving a fuck about a pijama, not even a boxer.

5) masturbates in public

Roy, but he's subtle about it. He just wanna get it done, honestly I feel like he has done this during missions lmao.

The other one I can see doing this is Constantine lmao, the rest (like Dick, Hank and even Jason) wouldn't jack off in public, but they surely would be down to have a quickly in public.

6) would eat ass

My options for this one are:

Honestly I feel like Clark would be down to try.

-Tim

-Bruce.

7) Would do sexual things with an unknown partner

Hank definitely has done this, usually happens when he's in a low point in his life. He doesn't care about feelings, he just wanna feel something,

8) Would suck/play with titties in public

Gar, I think he might if he transforms into something, he doesn't wanna be that obvious lol

I'm a believer that Jason loves sucking titties to calm down lmao, but I don't think he would ever do it in public. So this one is for Hank.

I think he's the type who would play with your titties to mess around with you.

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fandomnerd9602 · 27 days

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Can you do a Brother of Dick Grayson/Red Robin x Donna Troy(Titans)?

Y/N and Donna train hard…

Y/N: looking tired there, Troy.

Donna: your point?

Y/N: why don’t you join me for a quick shower?

Donna: how long are you going to flirt with me and keep this up?

Y/N: til my last breath

Donna bites her lip…

Donna: I like being cuddled afterwards

Y/N: I love cuddling

Donna takes Y/N’s hand and the two head off to the showers…

#dc comics #dc comics fluff #wonder girl #donna troy #donna troy x reader #dc titans #titans imagine #conor leslie #dc comics incorrect quotes

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moonlit-imagines · 1 month

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Robin and the Stray (Part 2)

Dick Grayson x Kyle!reader

warnings: blood n death ment and urge to puke teehee

a/n:

prompt:

part 1

Joining the Titans wasn’t exactly something you had in mind. The Titans were all kind-hearted heroic-types with these clear cut motives and tragic or powerful backstories that drove them to do good. You were here for two reasons: Dick moved to the other side of the country and you were being “rehabilitated” from your kleptomanic ways while Selina was serving a short sentence.

It felt awkward being in their presence, every glance felt like a glare. They must be thinking how dare y/n stand and fight beside us, theyre nothing but a common criminal, a petty thief, we can’t trust them. Dick had always assured you that they didn’t think less of you, but when anything was misplaced they always seemed to look to you for an answer.

You and Dick had been together for a few years now, and not all of those years were you a cat burglar. Maybe here and there, mostly for kicks or just to prove you still had it in you. Sometimes just to mess with Dick and Bruce. But Dick never stopped trusting you, he found it amusing more than anything and you grew to love each other deeply. Nothing could change that.

You were already sort of a vigilante before you were inducted into the Titans, usually sticking to the lower levels of Gotham and helping women steal their purses back or a kid who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Stuff like that. Unless, you know, Batman and Robin needed a hand.

As far as the Titans went, you were genuinely happy in San Francisco. It was a nice change of scenery after growing up in dark and gloomy Gotham. Dick felt free without Bruce standing by, doing what he could to make you feel comfortable here. Taking you on dates to new restaurants and going to beaches on your days off became a regular thing, something to make you forget you felt like you didn’t belong.

You had your own room, which was a nice change considering you and Selina typically shared or one of you slept on the couch or somewhere else depending on the night. Although, you spent most of your time in Dick’s room, it was hard to sleep alone most nights, he was like home to you. He’d mindlessly play with your hair and rubbed you back to ease your worried mind. He kept you sane.

But missions were different in so many ways. You had each other’s backs, sure, but you knew well enough that the two of you were more than capable of handling yourselves. Years of fighting against each other and beside each other made the team observer you two in awe, your fluid teamwork was incredible. To you, it was just another day.

“You okay?” Dick asked with your cheeks in his hands, looking down at you with a wet washcloth pressed between your cheek and his hand. “Don’t tell me you’re concussed, I’ll have to stay up all night with you.” You both chuckled weakly.

“I’m fine, just wiped from the past few nights.” You sighed as he wiped grime and blood from your face. You winced when he brushed against just below your eyelid where a bruise was budding. “I really got my ass beat tonight, huh?”

“We all did.” Dick wiped stray hairs from your forehead. “You seemed distracted, though. Thinking of me?”

“Gotham. Just homesick.” You told him and he kissed your forehead and continued you clean your wounds. He was pretty banged up, too, but he could tell you needed some TLC. “I love it here, but you know. I miss all that stuff. I miss Selina. I miss my cats. I miss Commissioner Gordon giving me shit for stealing and then helping him. I miss Bruce giving us lectures about staying focused. I miss Alfred trying to give us ‘The Talk.’” You rambled on while Dick nodded along, and your dull laughter caused another wince as you realized you maybhave a bruised or broken rib. “I miss you sometimes.”

“I’m right here.” He told you.

“Will you always be?” You asked.

“If all goes well.” He pulled out some bandages.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You continued to question.

“It means I don’t know the future and I won’t promise something I might not be able to control.” Dick explained in his smart-ass way. “It’s just the job, y/n. You know I love you.”

“I know you love the job.” You said tilting your head down and eyes up before he picked your chin back up.

“I don’t.” He replied.

“Keep telling yourself that.” Your sigh left his stomach slightly drop and you slid down off the table you were perched on. “I have to get a quick shower in, I’ll be back.” You trotted off the the bathroom to do so and left Dick alone with his thoughts, which you might have sparked something in him at this time. Unbeknownst to the two of you and the rest of the team, your lives were about to b me turned upside down in the worst of ways when Deathstroke entered your lives.

Your head was spinning at the time you heard the news of Garth’s passing. You fell into Dick’s arms and he held you so tightly. You felt as if you might puke and the rest of the team was right with you. Any barrier keeping you and them was broken down, there was no more tension or fear that kept you from getting close, the grief brought you all together.

It was Donna who apologized to you first, letting you know your worries were not that far off and there was a lot of distrust in you, but they moved on from it. It was the load off you needed after this tragedy. And Dick felt guilty he put you in that position, started blaming himself for so many things. You’d thought he’d get distant in all this anguish, but he wouldn’t let you go. He held on tight and began to worry for you more than usual, which worried you greatly. And it sucked because after all that happened with the Titans, you two had no choice but to go home.

“It’s what you wanted, right?” He asked you on the plane ride home, sitting across from each other on Bruce’s private jet.

“Not like this,” you stared out the window, picking at the seams of your jeans, “I just started feeling like I belonged. Now I’m leaving a place that felt like paradise. I really did love it there.”

“We can go other places. I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” Dick leaned forward and grabbed your hand. “I hate this, too. I love you, though. Wherever you go, I’ll go. It’s fine.” You closed your eyes and nodded.

“For now we’re going home.”

And you were home and it was dull and lifeless and you felt all the joy you had slip away as you fell back into old habits. Started to realize you stole because you were bored, you roamed the same streets and rooftops over and over because it was just what you did, you laod around all day and played with the cats but nothing was ever different. Not even when there was some huge debacle with a villain that belonged in Arkham Asylum. Not Two-Face or Riddler or Joker or Mr. Freeze or whoever’s weekly turn it was to enact a failure-destined plan to take over Gotham or kill Batman. It was all the same.

You sat on the same ledges and ate the same Pizza with Dick. You had meals at Wayne Manor with Bruce and Dick, a spot reserved for the late Alfred was an unfortunate change and maybe the only one. Bruce was paying your rent, offering you a bigger place or maybe one for you and Dick to share, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to it. It already felt like you were taking advantage of him.

Don’t get me wrong, you loved Dick with all your heart, but he was off, too. It was obvious he fell back into his old ways. And something about it made it obvious he’d grown too fond of his life as a Titan. The independence and emancipation from Batman, where he called the shots and could do nice things with and for you. Maybe the guilt set in after another year or two or three. Because one day you were fine and the next, it was over. You looked back and realized that that promise you wanted him to make was never going to be fulfilled because he never felt secure himself. But that was his problem now, you would have helped if he’d let you.

It was awkward seeing each other in passing. After all, neither of you gave up your vigilantism. But avoidance was key. It was only a matter of time before he decided Gotham was too small for him now. You heard he’d moved to Detroit, good for him. You hoped he’d moved on and was doing well, you sure weren’t getting there anytime soon.

Then one day a few weeks later, you heard your phone ringing. Blocked Caller. You stared at the screen for a few moments grabbing the phone and holding it for a few more before you pressed the answer button. You put the phone to your ear but said nothing.

“Y/N? Y/N, it’s me. I need your help. I just—I need you.”

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thebisexualdogdad · 6 months

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fic where y/n is kinda like green arrow and he’s hooking up with donna

Donna Troy x Male!reader

● you're the resident archer of the titans

● you had known Donna since you were a teenager and it was purely platonic until 6 months ago

● Oliver always teased that you and Donna would end up together one day

● and you were certainly not going to let him know he was right

● the first time you hooked up you guys were alone in the titans tower

● and a couple of beers later you were waking up naked in her bed

● "so we…"

● "yep"

● "cool"

● "that's all you're gonna say?"

● "what do you want me to say? Thanks for the sex? I enjoyed eating you out and I'd like to do it again sometime?"

● "Diana's right you really are just like Oliver"

● "that might be the meanest thing you've ever said to me"

● Dawn is the first one to figure out you're sleeping together when one morning she goes to Donna's room to talk to her and finds her trying to sneak out of your room instead

● "Really Donna, you're hooking up with Y/N?"

● "yeah I know he's annoying but the sex is really great, like really great"

● "give me all the details"

● lucky for you not everyone on the team is so quick to figure it out

● Gar is walking down the hallway with his arms full of gaming snacks for him and Connor when it's your turn to be caught leaving Donna's room

● "Hey Y/N what's up?"

● "Oh nothing… Donna was just… helping me fix my compound bow"

● "where is your bow?"

● "uhhh I forgot it… that's why I'm going back to my room… to get it"

● "Okay have fun fixing your bow"

● the sex really is great

● especially when you and Donna were bickering on a mission and it leads to very passionate hate sex

● but thanks to her Amazonian stamina you can barely keep up with her

● "come on Y/N don't tell me you're tapping out early"

● "early?? We've been having sex for three hours already!"

● Donna loves that the only thing that can shut you up is telling you to use your mouth for something more useful and go down on her

● Oliver trained you to be disciplined, meticulous and attentive which you apply to every aspect of your life and Donna highly benefits from it

● she will drag you back to bed when you're walking around your room in nothing but gray sweatpants, bulge on full display for her

● you pick up on this and start walking around the tower like that just to turn her on much to your teammates display

● Jason "dude put that thing away"

● "no idea what you're talking about Todd"

● Donna "Y/N can I have a word with you… in private"

● she gets you back by only wearing your shirts

● and again she benefits from this because it gives you perfect access to eat her out

● you and Donna often fight for dominance

● though you usually end up letting her top you because it's incredibly hot when she's in control

● especially when she uses her lasso to tie your hands above your head while she rides you

● you finally go official after you accidentally use the g word when fighting onomatopoeia

● "hands off my girlfriend you literary creep"

● *later after the fight while shes patching you up* "you know you called me your girlfriend back there"

● "yeah I guess I did"

● "this is the part where you're supposed to ask me to be your girlfriend you idiot"

● "Oh, hey you wanna be my girlfriend?"

● "I hate that I'm saying yes"

● she kisses you and you pick her up, carrying her to your bed

● soon you tell Dinah about your relationship who then tells Oliver and he calls you just to gloat that he was right

● "I told you kid, you and Donna were always meant to end up together"

● "I'm hanging up the phone and blocking your number Oliver"

#titans imagine #donna troy imagine #donna troy x reader #x male reader #headcanons

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bi-bard · 1 year

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Small Moments With... Dick Grayson [Titans]

Small Moments With...

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Reader

Word Count: 1,425 words

Warning(s): mention of injury

Author's Note: I haven't written one of these in a hot minute.

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New Titans Acting Like Your Embarrassed Children...

Dick and I were usually the first ones awake in the morning.

It was mostly because we had more experience in this kind of work, which seemed to make us some kind of leaders. Even with Jason's history as Robin, Dick and I had more time in the suits than all three of them combined.

The two of us were enjoying our morning to ourselves. Dick was throwing together two bowls of cereal while I got our coffee ready.

While I waited for the coffee pot to fill up, Dick wrapped his arms around me from behind.

"It's so quiet before everyone else gets up," he muttered in my ear.

"Stunning observation, Grayson," I chuckled. I paused to enjoy the quiet. "I like it."

"Why is that," he asked.

I turned around in his arms before wrapping my own around his neck.

"Because we have a chance to have just a bit of privacy," I explained.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. He hummed, pulling me a little closer to him. I grinned against his lips. After all this time, I was finally growing used to experiencing moments like this.

"Oh, gross!"

I pulled away when I heard a voice behind me. Jason had just walked in. He scrunched up his face as he did. I rolled my eyes.

"Good morning to you too, Jason," I said.

"Would be better if you two would not chew on each other's faces in front of the coffee machine," he replied.

I rolled my eyes again before moving and pulling Dick out of the way. "Don't take all of that coffee. I didn't make that for you."

"That sucks for you," Jason shrugged as he walked away with his cup of coffee.

I scoffed at him as did. I looked over at Dick, who was chuckling. I slapped his arm.

I forgot how much of a headache living in a shared space could be.

Dick Appreciates Your Approval of His New Suit...

I watched Dick stand in front of the mirror and look over his new suit.

It was nice. Black except for a symbol on his chest that was a dark blue. He looked more like himself in that than he ever did in his Robin uniform.

He looked good. Really good. There was something about seeing him be so comfortable that made me smile a little bit wider.

"What do you think," he asked.

"It's nice," I replied, walking in a slow circle around him. "Figured out a name?"

"Nightwing."

Again, he looked so confident in it that it brought me happiness.

"I like it," I said.

"Thanks."

"Fancy suit," I commented, completing my circle and letting my eyes wander a bit. "Very nice."

"Are you looking at my ass," Dick asked, looking at me through the mirror.

"Maybe," I muttered. He chuckled. "It looks good."

"Oh my God," he shook his head and looked down.

I scoffed. "Are you going to act like you've never looked at my ass in my suit?"

He stopped, eyes snapping up to meet mine in the reflection again.

"I'm hypervigilant to everything around me," I explained. "You didn't actually think that I missed that, did you?"

Dick didn't respond, he just looked down. I saw him blushing.

I walked around him. I kissed his cheek.

"It's okay," I mumbled to him. "When it's you, I find it quite sweet... as long as I get to return the favor sometimes."

He looked at me again, a grin pulling at his lips. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his briefly.

"Anytime you want," he said against my lips.

"Ooo, careful with those promises, Dick."

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him as he kissed me again.

Yeah, the new suit was pretty nice.

The Old Titans Ruined a Lot of Romantic Moments...

Dick and I were in the main sitting room.

I was curled into his side, my head on his shoulder and a book in my hands. He had an arm wrapped around my shoulders, holding me close to him.

We were kind of just... existing together.

He would kiss my head every once in a while, but would otherwise leave me to read my book.

It took him a while to speak up, "Your reading glasses look cute."

I looked at him. "Thank you. I think they make me look clever."

"It's a shame that I know you. I see right through the trick."

I whacked his chest with the book. "You're an ass."

"Aww, I'm sorry," he muttered as I went to bury my head in my book again.

He tilted my chin up again and kissed me gently. I kissed him back, tossing my book onto another cushion nearby. My arms wrapped around him as I shifted a bit. His hands touched my back, holding me in place.

"Ay! Look at the lovebirds!"

I pulled away and grumbled at the sound of Hank's voice. "I'm gonna kill him."

Dick chuckled and pressed another kiss to my head. Hank walked into the kitchen area, followed by Dawn.

"Don't get busy on the couch," Hank added. "We all have to use that thing."

I rolled my eyes and hid my face in the crook of Dick's neck. He was still chuckling at the whole event.

"Leave them alone," Dawn scolded him. "They're in love. It's sweet."

"It's gonna leave a stain."

I heard the sound of her hitting his chest.

"Sorry," she called out to us. "I really am!"

"I'm not!" Hank added.

I grumbled, "Please let me kick his ass."

"Focus on looking clever," Dick mumbled into my ear. I smacked his chest again.

There was definitely one con to this little superhero team that Dick had created.

Going on Patrol Together...

"I won!"

I threw my hands up as Dick landed on the roof seconds after me.

"You cheated," he accused.

"Oh, you are such a sore loser," I chuckled.

He rolled his eyes as I continued my little victory dance. It had been a slow night of patrol, so I suggested a race. It was just meant to keep us active and ready to go.

These were the moments with him that I loved most. The small ones that focused on something other than our jobs and the city that was around us.

"What does the victor want," Dick asked.

I tapped my finger on my chin, pretending to put a lot of thought into the idea.

"Come here," I waved him over.

"Why?"

"Because I won, so you owe me. Come here."

When he got close enough to me, I grabbed his hand and dragged him forward. I pressed my lips to his, grinning into the kiss. He slowly kissed me back.

I pulled away. "Perfect."

"That's all you wanted," Dick asked. "A kiss?"

"Would you like to see what I can come up with when I'm given more time?"

He paused for a moment. "Y'know, I think a kiss is very fair."

"I thought you'd say that."

He leaned in and kissed me again.

Yeah, a kiss was more than fair.

Date Nights Involving Bandaging Wounds...

It was a tradition after a while.

After a night working, Dick and I would meet at my place, change out of our suits, and then worry about each other's wounds. The deal was that the first one to call it got to take care of the other person first.

"You first."

Dick groaned when I beat him to the punch that night. He sat on my mattress and pulled his shirt off. The worst of the night's wounds was on his shoulder. Just needed to be bandaged up.

We sat facing each other, probably closer than necessary. Dick's breath fanned my face as he patiently watched me work. It would've made me nervous if this wasn't such a common occurrence for us.

"Does it hurt," I asked.

"Not right now."

I nodded.

I finished putting the bandage in place before looking at him. He grinned at me. I grinned back before leaning forward to kiss him gently. I cupped the side of his face as I leaned even closer to him.

He pulled away from me. "You can't just kiss me to distract me from your wounds."

"I was planning more than that."

He scoffed. "Sooner we do it, the sooner it's done, right?"

I grumbled before rolling my eyes and relenting.

He was so lucky that he was cute.

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angelltheninth · 6 months

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Nightwing, Red Hood and Red Robin with a touchstarved S/O?

That's me, I'm touch-starved.

Pairing: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake x Reader

Tags: fluff, protectiveness, kissing, PDA, cuddles, hand-holding, touch-starved Reader

A/N: Why isn't there more of this trio?

DICK

Can't bare to see you feeling down, he is quick to wrap you in a hug and twirl you in a circle as he kisses you and sits down on the couch with you in his lap. Until the end of the day he'll do precious little but cuddle and kiss you until you feel better. He's also available to talk about it if you want, he might not get everything that you feel but he can always listen to you and kiss you every times he sees that frown return to your face.

JASON

The real problem is figuring out which one of you is more touch-starved. However the good thing is that you know how the other feels better then anyone, and you can give each other what you need better then anyone. Those little cheek kisses, reaching for each other's hand at the same time and interlocking fingers, the needy and passionate kisses against the wall when you're craving so much contact that a simple touch won't do. You know what the other needs.

TIM

Showers you with attention any time he can to make sure you never forget how much you mean to him. He's constantly touching you in little ways when you're out on patrol, anything to ease your nerves and make you smile when he notices you feeling down. You never have to be shy to ask for any kind of touch when you're with him, he'll happily engage in PDA with you in front of your teammates and friends.

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oneshots-heaven · 3 months

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THE MOTEL ROOM — "The Begin"

Since the beginning, Dick Grayson and you were trained and put up as the perfect rivals. Two individuals with different perspectives who yet want the same out of life. Meeting each other over and over again, it is the same situation: one wins, the other loses—but it all ends in the same motel room.

And it all began with the day you two met...

Warning: NSFW — explicit violence, cursing, mentions of injuries/killing in detail, mentioned co-dependence (mentor/mentee), bit angsty fluff Pre-Titans — Dick Grayson x Reader

Your knee hit with force right in the groin of the men attacking you, kneeling him down in one swing. Fear widened the eyes of his partners, yet they stood their ground. As much as they wished to simply give in to their fear, they all had given their boss a vow that did not allow them to do so. Eyes glistening, you smiled grimly, recking your chin up as you signaled them to come right at you.

No matter how much you made them shit their pants, they were still men with their full blown ego. Every second they showed their fear of a girl, it felt like poison to them and they hated it.

A roaring sound filled the badly lit alley as the first men stepped forward, wielding his fists at you. Ducking it easily, you had already grabbed his arm, twisting it harshly. The others came at you, trying to help their poor fellow. While their hatred fueled their actions, yours were fueled by the euphoric sound of their pain, pushing the adrenaline in your body as it worked its will.

Two of them hang onto your arms, holding them back as tightly as they possibly could, to give the third one a free way to fight you off. What a brutal mistake they’d made.

Just as they can close off to hurt you, you smashed your head hard enough against his nose. Crying out loud, he tumbled back, raising his arms to his bleeding nose. The only concern he could suddenly concentrate on. Using all the muscle strength you had in your core, you pulled the men down with you. Only difference was that unlike them, you rolled yourself gracefully over your shoulder, leaving them on the ground.

They would struggle for a longer while.

Leaving them behind in the alley, you started to run over to the old brick factory where all the chaos came from. Fucking hell, this hadn’t been how your mentor and you had pictured this entire situation to go down, but standing here and crying about it wouldn’t change it now either. As for now, the knowing that your mentor probably had the situation handled was the only relief.

Running into the factory, you tried to catch up with her, but soon realized you ran into much more trouble than you had imagined. The small group of the Duke’s men outside now resembled a foreplay, while what happened in front of your eyes was the true battle ground, and it didn’t take long until you were noticed.

“Looks like the cat has let out her kitten,“ one laughed, pulling all the attention to where his gaze was glued—you.

The men came storming toward you, you only had the briefest of a moment to overlook the situation. Not enough to try and check how your mentor was doing.

Drawing out your knives from your thigh halter, you greeted the fight with a vicious grin. Once there may had been a time where you had used to hold back, but you couldn’t remember any of it. Those days were long over and given by their blind reaction, they all underestimated you and they would be sorry for it. The first hit felt freeing, like a calling to a greater power. This was what you were born for, trained to master and dared to live.

Their throaty groans and roars echoed in your ears as your knives struck into some of the weakest points of their bodies, their soft skin lushly craving in, standing no chance against your quick movements. Until they got ahead of themselves, one dared to grab after one of your knives, walking into open fire as it dived deep through his arm, blood splashing right in your face.

Fuck this shit.

Fueled by every single of their groans, you struck over and over again, fighting your way through the newly formed group of opponents until all of your gymnastic and tactic skills weren’t enough anymore. You felt the cold metal resting against your skull. You didn’t even have to turn to know what it was, your gut told you. Putting down the bloody knives back in your halter, you breathed out just as a shot rang through the chaos of the old factory.

Your entire body tightened in surprise, however, the plump sound of a body falling down to the ground was the testimony you were waiting for. Gulping, still struck by the sudden shock, you turned slowly to see that someone had perfectly hit the pulse artery of your opponent’s neck.

“Were you waiting for death?“ someone called out.

A guy, not much taller than you, dressed in a dark costume with a cape draped over his shoulders and a black mask covering his eyes, came closer to you. You’d never seen him before.

“And who are you?“ you asked, instead of answering his question.

His dark, brown hair was long enough to fall into his face, almost covering his eyes. Nevertheless, it didn’t seem to be a handicap as he appeared to be an excellent shooter.

His equally dark gaze met yours, eyeing you seemingly from inch to inch. “Doesn’t matter, but looks like we fight for the same side.“

Much worse than the shot was the sudden astonishing sound of an explosion that shook the walls of the entire factory, filling it with fire, broken glass and rubble that spread everywhere. Within one swift movement, the stranger had swung his cape over your bodies shielding you both from the massive heat wave and shatter that rolled over you. Your ribcage was moving heavily against his firm one as you found yourself held securely in his arms.

“Don’t expect me to thank you for that.“

“I won’t.“ he assured you bitterly.

The stranger pulled back his cape, revealing the destruction that had just occurred. Your body trembled next to his, feeling his assuring warmth leaving you. Although fear had become a foreign feeling to you, it always found a way to creep back up on you. It had been long since you had last seen your mentor and this was going far out of control. You couldn’t trust the blindness of trust anymore—you had to make sure she was fine.

Without another word to the stranger, you headed straight toward the destruction, knowing something or someone had caused it and that your mentor couldn’t be far from it. Gun shots, followed by unfamiliar yells came right from the direction of the towering rubble. The explosion had wrecked down almost an entire wall, flooding the factory with the construction lights from outside.

Chaos was erupting wherever she looked, drowning any of her thoughts with the sounds of gun shots and cries. Swinging out of nowhere onto the facade scaffolding, your mentor came into your sight, followed by a darker, taller figure. One that she never officially introduced you to, yet always talked about—it was Batman. Indulging in the fight happening around them, they were fighting side by side.

“Guess you’re right. We do fight for the same side.“ you murmured, noticing how the stranger had caught up to you.

The calm before the storm lasted for the briefest of moments. Much like your mentor, the stranger suddenly whipped backwards out of nowhere, and within one bones-cracking movement, he had brought down a man, stomping brutally on his hand to force him to let go of the knife he wanted to attack you with. His yells drove deep through your bones, vexing you in the best way possible.

Glancing from the man to the stranger, you had so much to say but no words came out.

“Then you better show me what you’ve got.“ he challenged you, nodding to the incoming trouble rushing toward you. You heard his knuckles crack, balling his fists as you drew out your knives, ready to take on any fight if it meant to keep your and might as well his mentor’s back free.

As the group of Duke’s misfits came closer to you, you immediately recognized their change of weaponry—for the worse, as they had exchanged the usual guns to the Duke’s specialized ones.

“Don’t get hit,“ you warned, knowing the greater danger of the Duke’s bullets.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.“

Furiously you turned around, sending him a glare for that pet name. He was cocky, overall too confident to be this cool through a fight that could potentially end his life, and it frustrated you to the maximum. This wasn’t some sort of game, no matter how much he tried to turn it that way. Neither of you wouldn’t make it out without any hurt if you didn’t watch out. He, however, recked his chin up, as if he was daring death by any chance to come by.

Combat was nothing compared to a gun, it would always defy the other, but you were quick—quicker than them with their guns. The stranger was too, he struck perfectly every single time, bringing down men after men. Shots rang from everywhere, spiraling around you and your opponents, trying your best to keep yourself away from the bullets.

But no training could make every flaw of one vanish. A high-pitch voice cried out from a far, ringing in your ears, causing you to turn your attention away for the split of a moment. On the rooftop of the factory next door was your mentor with a dark shadow draped over her. Your heartbeat got stuck in your throat, causing you to gasp after air. He would keep her safe, or that was at least what you hoped for.

A laughter, followed by someone calling out for you, pulled you harshly out of your trance. The shot rung so insanely close by you that you were able to feel the vibration. You tried catching your breath, it had almost scraped your skin.

No material was able to withstand the Duke’s experimental bullets—they were perfect into its smallest detail and were as deadly as their description. As soon as they entered one’s skin barrier, the bullet would shatter into millions of small pieces, wounding one very little at first, before painfully killing them due to internal bleeding.

You looked the horror straight in the eye as another shot rung, seeing exactly how the bullet hit the stranger through his suit in the lower abdomen. All color vanished from your face. Within seconds, he crunched in pain, unable to keep up the defense and becoming an easy target for your opponents, but not if he was with you.

Picking up the blades that you had dropped, you picked up one by one before they’d come to the realization what you were doing. Pushing yourself up on your feet, you threw the first knife, striking straight into the neck of one, and then another. The anger, and mainly worry for the stranger, blinded and caused you to go riot. You had no idea if the bullet had hit him or not, if he was bleeding already, however you couldn’t get to him, not if there were still people attacking you around.

The last one plunged forward, wrapping his arm around your neck, choking you with his hold. Grabbing onto his arm, you stabilized yourself from his sudden act but were quick to think, ramming your knife the next second in the soft part of his thigh, probably slashing a few veins in the process. His groans echoed in your ears, as you pressed your lips angrily together, ripping it out again, only to wind it down again and again until he let go of you.

His cries of pain grew louder as you kneeled him in his groin, letting him sack onto his knees. His angered eyes were glued onto you. The only words that escaped his mouth were bad names, but you didn’t care, it would be his last ones. Your knife slashed his throat, ceasing away his voice, having the blood splashing right in your face as you dig your knife deep enough for him to never speak again.

The voice of your mentor echoed through your head. Ever since the beginning, she had taught you that death was the last option, and although you could have punished that man without killing him, it was what he had deserved.

Glancing over to the stranger, you instantly banished any further thought of regret out of your head, running over and crashing right down on your knees next to him. His breath whistled through his throat, his chest only heaved with struggle causing your hands to become shaky. He couldn’t die in front of you after just saving your life, this wouldn’t be fair. You took a closer look where the bullet hit, checking for the awful impact, as relief rushed over you. The Duke’s ultimate weapon may not be as unavoidable as he thinks. The bullet had struck deep into the hard shell of his suit, withholding the full impact of it.

“Thank God,“ you breathed, meeting the stranger’s helpless gaze as you held onto him.

The unsteady metal platform underneath you vibrated under the jolt as someone—might add elegantly—swung their way onto it. In-between the chaos of it all, your mentor came closer to you, noticing what had happened. Kneeling down on the opposite sided of the stranger, she leaned down, also inspected the wound with great fear.

“He’s lucky,“ you told her, pointing at the bullet entrance. “The suit shell stopped the bullet, somehow. I can stabilize him and then we can go find the Duke.“

“No,“ your mentor interrupted you immediately, brushing the dark brown hair of the stranger out of his face, a motherly gesture, as if she knew him. A concerned, yet loving gaze hushed over her face as you watched her closely. “You need to bring him away from here, somewhere safe. Check on him and make sure he survives the night. I’ll come for you.“

As you processed her words, you shook your head. This had become the biggest mission for your mentor and you since the beginning of it all. You had hunted down the Duke for almost an entire year by now, only for all of this to turn out much bigger than either of you had expected. With almost experienced firsthand what the bullet could do, there was no way in hell you would let her do this without your help, even if she didn’t need it. You were trained for this, and for this only. You couldn’t let her do this on her own.

Letting go of the stranger, you pushed yourself up and caught her wrist. “No, I’m coming with you.“

“We’ll handle this, trust me.“ she said, grabbing your hand, squeezing it tightly before letting go of you, ready to storm into the next fight. “Please, do me the favor and protect Robin.“

Jumping off the platform, she was quick to getaway, leaving you behind with the stranger.

“No, I can’t,“ you yelled out, “Selina!“

Your eyes had burned as your mentor had turned her back on you, and even though every fiber of your body argued to go after her, you did as you were told to.

Unlike you, the stranger didn’t argue when you had draped his arms over your shoulders, helping him to get back up on his feet. His face had contorted in pain as he straightened himself. Without any second thought about it, you had reached out for his free hand to press it together with yours against the wound, because even though you didn’t know him, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. You had spent the entire past months analyzing every data and material about the Duke’s bullets you could get your hands on, knowing the brutal impact they caused all too well.

As you had made your way carefully through the rubble of the factory, headed outside, a car came into your view. You didn’t care whose car it was, only having on your mind that you were in need of one to take the two of you somewhere safe, and you were glad that the stranger apparently didn’t care either.

Gotham City’s streetlights flickered past you as you rushed through the late night traffic, driving out of the city, stopping somewhere in-between the highway and the next suburb at a familiar run down motel, where rarely anyone ever willingly stayed at. It was run by an old lady and her son, whom received anonymous checks with money once in a while for her unknown guests. It had served your mentor and you well many times, it was the perfect hideout when things got wrong as no one would ever question it.

Given the dried blood all over your clothes and face, and the weapons strapped onto almost every limb of your body, you were more than thankful now to not go up and having to pay for a room. Instead you simply had done it as always—cracked the lock open and entered as if the place belonged to you.

The blood hardened on your face, yet you could feel it cracking when you found yourself kneeled in front of the stranger, whom you had placed into the dusty, old wing chair. With great carefulness and even greater improvisation, you tried your utter best to take care of his wound, patting with a cloth soaked in cheap vodka from the minibar onto the wound. A sharp whimper left his mouth.

“I’m sorry.“

“It’s fine,“ he falsely assured you through gritted teeth, looking down at you.

Ignoring his lie, you shook your head as you continued to clean out the wound. It was far from being anything merely close to being fine, it was worse than you had thought. Although the hard shell of his suit had stopped the bullet’s full impact from entering his body, it had burned partly through the material, leaving a nasty, large burned scar on his lower torso. Unclothing him without hurting him at the same time seemed impossible, the suit material had burned slightly onto his skin.

“I’m almost done,“ you told him, not knowing what else to talk about. You didn’t even know him, and the silent tension in the room was suffocating you.

He didn’t say anything in return to, instead, he tried his best to suppress any noise of pain. Besides the small vodka bottle, you hadn’t found much to take care of his wound. It was pure luck that it was only a burned flesh wound, instead of an open one. Otherwise, you would’ve been fucked as there was nothing laying around to remotely sew it close. By ripping and shredding a towel with your knife, which went dull in the process of it, you had managed to makeshift a bandage for him.

“Here, lean forward,“ you took the prepared bandage in your hand.

Slowly he leaned forward, groaning in pain with every movement. As quickly as you were able to, you wrapped the towel remains around his torso, pulling it tight. It didn’t need to hold for long, it just needed to help him survive the night.

“It’s not ideal, but it’s better than nothing,“ you sighed, reassuring yourself that the bandage was secure enough. Split seconds later, you held in, noticing your hands near his naked upper body, so close that you feel his warmth, his heartbeat racing, his breathing slowing down. In the next, you felt his eyes scrutinizing every inch of you, making you glance up to him to meet his eyes, only to catch him with parted lips.

”Thank you,“ he breathed quietly in return.

You gulped under the tension of his eyes watching you, letting go of his hips as you pushed yourself away from him until you could lean against the end of the bed. For the first time in this long night, you felt some sort of relief as you leaned your head back against the old mattress. Every part of your body felt tensed and sore, and while you tried your hardest to stay wake, you craved nothing more than to crawl into that dusty bed and get some rest.

But you didn’t close your eyes. You couldn’t fall asleep, not until you saw her again and knew that nothing happened to her. Looking at the stranger, you were sure he felt the same way as he moved around unsettled in that chair, feeling miserable as he was unable to do anything due to the crushing pain that kept him sitting right there.

“So, you’re Robin, huh? Batman’s little sidekick?“

A muffled chuckle escaped his mouth. “I’m far from being little.“

“You’re not even a head taller than me.“

He shrugged, regretting it immediately as another sharp whip of pain hit him. “So what, I’m still growing, unlike you probably.“

He wasn’t wrong about that.

“You’re the Kitten everyone talks about.“ he said after you hadn’t said anything in return to him.

You pressed your lips to a small smile. “That’s at least what everyone calls me.“

He pushed himself further down in the chair, letting out a breathy groan in response. “I already guessed that that wasn’t your real name.“

Meeting his dark gaze, you replied, “Well, I’ll take that Robin isn’t your real name either.“

“No, it’s Dick.“

“Dick? For real?“ you snorted, seeing the annoyance written all over his face as he rolled his eyes. “No, I get it. Short for Richard, right? I’m Y/N.“

He didn’t say anything in reply to that. You’d received nothing beyond a simple, barely recognizable nod. Not a false ’nice to meet you’, nor a silly comeback comment about your name. Instead, he and you fell into silence again, heads resting with eyes so heavy, drained from any energy and feeling so desperate for rest, yet neither of you dared to fall asleep.

“You still have blood on your face.“

You felt it, how it dried down all over your face, cracking with every movement. Once your immediate reaction would have been to touch your face in astonished shock, now however, things were quite different. Instead, you sat there doing absolutely nothing about it. “I know,“ you replied quietly, “I don’t care.“

It was the truth, you didn’t a bit. It left you cold.

“What do you care about?“

The tone of his voice clearly mocked you, although its tiredness, and it made you furious. Let alone looking at him suddenly made you regret that you had saved him as he was the reason you were stuck here. The reason why you weren’t with your mentor, fighting alongside her like you were supposed to. Now all you were left with his mockery tone and the bitter unknown of your mentor’s well-being.

Batman may was with her, and God knows, what a skilled fighter he was, but that wasn’t enough for you. Your mentor and you had stood together for years now after she had taken you under her wing, no one knew her better than you did. You knew every move of hers, you knew when you were about to win, as well as when to give up a fight. No one could protect her as you could.

For months, you had watched the Duke and his following, trained and prepared to overthrow, only to end up being stuck with a stranger in a motel room.

“You know what I do care about?“ it left your mouth quicker, more harsher than you had intended. “I care about Selina. I care about the mission I had with her before Batman and you came along. We’ve had a plan, it would have all been fine if you hadn’t showed up, because now I’m stuck here, not knowing when or if she comes back, and that’s all your fault.“

“If I hadn’t shown up, they would’ve shot you right in the head.“

“So it be!“ you cried out.

He scoffed. “You can’t be serious.“

“Oh, I fucking am.“

All the pain seemed forgotten as he sat up straight, his eyes so sterling furious.

“Look, I understand exactly how you feel, but this was so much bigger than either of us had expected. We would’ve only been a burden for them, instead of help, and you would’ve been dead if I hadn’t been there to save you. As much as you have saved me with this.“ he argued, his voice cracking by the end, motioning to the bandage you had made. “I know this unknown sucks, but they will make it through. They’ve faced worse together already, have a little faith in them. She’ll come back for you.“

Hot tears shot in your eyes, as you loosened your balled fists. Facing away from him, you blinked them away, trying your utter best to keep yourself contained. You felt like a fool for reacting this intensely, especially in front of him. You’d noticed yourself a while ago how bad it had gotten, how much you depended on your relationship with Selina. She was the only family you had left and although she was far more experienced than you, letting her alone in a situation like this scared you.

Your dependence made you vulnerable, and somehow you were glad that Dick didn’t use that as an advantage against you. Instead, he had said what you had needed to hear, almost as if he truly knew what it felt like to be this helpless and weak.

“Do you think this is what we’re supposed to do, what they’ve secretly wanted? Exchange our real names, befriend each other, because we’re both sidekicks?“

His mouth twitched upwards. “If you rather want me to call you kitten, I can do that.“

“No, I like it when—“ you murmured, suddenly regretting being so harsh to him. “Call me by my real name.“

“If you call me by mine.“ he said sincere, and for the briefest of moments, you held onto that. It was perhaps the closest thing to a friendship you’d experienced in years.

Part 2 coming soon.

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nghtwngs · 1 year

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while you fall (i’ll be there to catch you in my arms)

description: dick grayson comforts you on a lonely night as you pour your heart out to him.

pairing: batman!dick grayson x vigilante!reader

genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers

word count: 0.8k

warnings: trauma dumping, loneliness, dick grayson is batman, minor reference to detective comics #877

a/n: i’ve been reading the black mirror and dick said something that made me go “i’m gonna write this”—i totally forgot this was in my drafts (it’s been a year), but i just reread it, and wow this is actually good enough to post, especially since the new season has started airing. i hope you find comfort in this as much as i did.

“I’ve always been a people-watcher, Dick,” you murmur. Your arms are curled around your knees as you stare blankly into the abyss of the city below from your room.

The midnight black buries the buildings, but the bright neons light up Gotham a little even at its darkest hour. It’s the only source of light in here, bathing both you and Dick in its glow. He’s taken the spot next to you on the floor where you’re both leaned against the side of your bed. It rains again, a soft pitter-patter against your windows.

“I watch people too,” he says, but you know he means it differently.

“Not the way I do.”

You feel his intrusive gaze on you and the way he tries not to analyze you like he does everyone else. He’s failing, but you appreciate it anyway. He tries to understand without seeing you as another case he has to solve. Like he’s still Detective Grayson even after his time in Blüdhaven became nothing more than a memory. It’s instinctual though, a habit that he couldn’t get rid of. Neither of you could after all these years jumping city skylines.

Your eyes never shift away from the little dots moving outside. “Analyzing people is one thing, watching them is another. And I’ve been watching them for as long as I can remember. I watched them play games with each other on the playground, laugh together at lunch, click in a way I never could.

“Then, I started watching them in a different way. We read them. We can calculate their every move. It wasn’t until a few years ago that I realized how different those two things were. I always watched people enjoy life instead of living it. I never say what I want to say. I hesitate. I always hesitate, but never when I’m wearing the mask. Never when I’m out jumping rooftops in Gotham. Those moments… you can’t hesitate.”

Dick is used to being watched. He’s always going to be one of the main acts of the show whether or not it was a circus performance. He always knows how to put on a good show. That’s what he does best. And you would always be the one watching from sidelines as the audience. Sometimes, in the back of your mind, you’d be wishing that it was you falling off that trapeze.

You exhale, rubbing your eyes. “You’ve always been in the middle of everything. I’m not sure if I’m jealous of that or what. I don’t think I am? It seems… like a lot. Sometimes though, I wonder what it’d be like to be the center of things for a while.” You blow out a shaky breath, blinking away the water in your eyes. “I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. It all sounds so stupid coming out.”

You realize your mistake now. You’re letting someone take a glimpse of you, the you behind all the sarcasm and blank eyes and silence. Your eyes squeeze shut. You are being too much. No one likes too much.

“No,” he answers softly. “It doesn’t.” A few moments of silence pass, followed by his voice again. “Can I… hug you?”

You stare at him like he’s just asked you if the moon is really made out of cheese. But his eyes are so earnest, so caring, and so warm that you find yourself landing in Dick’s arms right away, burying your head in his shoulder. His arms wrap around your torso. You don’t even realize you were shaking until his voice comes out in small whispers.

It’s okay. You’re doing great.

It only manages to make you cry harder, your sobs being muffled by his skin. It feels good to let go. Pretending is getting tiring.

Your throat is hoarse now. It sounds like sandpaper. Feels like it. Your eyes lock onto the wall behind him. All the emotion is being drained now, seeping through the cotton of Dick’s white t-shirt and into his warm skin.

The next words that escape your mouth are unexpected by the both of you. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt loved.” You feel him stiffen underneath you as you continue, “I want to feel seen, heard.”

“Can I love you then?” he murmurs without missing a beat, hand rubbing your back gently. “Can I make you feel loved? I’ll make you feel so loved.”

He makes it sound like such an honor. Like loving you is the single most important thing he could be doing, and you know that to not be true. But the way he’s holding you makes you feel differently. It makes you feel like everything would be okay with him.

You guess that it’s just the Dick Grayson effect. He could make you feel like falling out of the sky is completely safe because he’d be right there on the ground to catch you.

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t think I’ve been more sure of anything in my life,” he answers. Dick presses a chaste kiss to your temple.

“Never?”

“Nope. Never.” He holds you tighter and smiles at you. He looks like an angel. He looks like your savior. “I’ve always been sure about you.”

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gangrenados · 1 year

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Blurb: first "i love you" with Dick Grayson.

Take liberty to decide who said it first 😁

(I get the college drama)

Sorry for the late answer 😭😭

Also I was feeling robin!Dick on this one lol, I'm using the titans version of him, although it doesn't have to be that version yk lol I just like the way he looks 👉🏽👈🏽

A light tap on your window was enough to get your attention away from the blue screen that lightened up your dark bedroom.

You stayed frozen in your bed as your eyes looked intently the window beside your bed, the pause was long and you could feel the loud silence of the outside world drowning the cheery music that was blasting on your headphones.

"Shit." You muttered under your breath at the sound of another pair of tiny taps against your window.

You slowly crawled back, carefully taking of your headphones and grabbing the nearest thing as a weapon against whatever was on the other side.

The anxiety grown as you got closer and closer, the book you held rising lightly as you peaked through the curtains, just to get a glimpse of a face staring back at you.

"Open up, please. It's getting cold here." The man pleaded with a whine, you rolled your eyes at the familiar voice of the intruder.

"You should've called, Dick." As the window opened, the boy wonder crawled into your room with ease.

"I know, sorry. I didn't knew where else to go." He sat on your bed, basking on the darkness in front of him and letting the sudden peace consume his sorrow.

You could feel the heavy weight the former robin held inside, although you knew that getting that information out of him would be an impossible mission; you decided that at least you could make his stay a little bit come comforting.

"It's okay, don't worry." You shrugged off." Did you ate? I could make something for you if you want."

Dick shook his head." No, thanks." He muttered with his head low. It was awful to see him so beaten up.

You sat besides Dick and rested your head on his shoulder, he took a brief look of you before taking your hand in his and and lacing your fingers together.

"I'm here if you wanna talk." You looked up at him through your lashes, tightening the grip of your hands lightly as a reassurance.

"I could use some company." A tiny sad smile graced Dick's lips, followed by a sigh that made your heart ache for the boy wonder.

You stayed like that for a moment till Dick got the courage to speak again." This might sound stupid, so don't laugh." he started, fidgeting with your fingers as the words lined up inside his brain." I think you're my safe space."

Dick chuckled to himself, it sounded bitter, like a way for him to cope with all the stress that was burdening him." I had a fight with Bruce, yeah, it was pretty bad." Even though Dick was smiling you could see the pain behind his eyes.

"Sorry if I didn't called, but I needed you. You were the best thing I could think of." Dick sighed, waiting for a laugh, waiting for reaction out of you.

It never came, so he continued to dig his grave even deeper." I think I'm in love with you, crazy right?"

You were caught of guard by his words, taking everything he said all at once was enough to make you freeze and stutter an answer that didn't fit mood Dick had created.

"You don't have to answer, I just wanted you to know that."

"Dick, no no, I-"

"Can we lay down, please?" Dick interrupted you, untangling your hands as he laid down in your bed, he patted the spot beside him, pleading for you to be with him.

And you did, carefully settling down to meet him. Your heart fluttered lightly when Dick caressed your hair, playing with it mindlessly as he went back to gaze into the darkness.

"Dick?" He hummed, putting his attention on you." I think I love you too."

He smiled, the first true smile he had made in all night." Really?" You nodded, feeling the beat of your heart go crazy due your confession.

"That's nice." He mustered, finally allowing himself to rest.

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Can you do a Nightwing/ Dick Grayson x hero reader? I really love your blog and how you write the DC characters. You also have a great write style. Definitely top 1 favorite blog for Nightwing fanfiction.

The reader grew up taking dance classes like ballet and ballroom, So his fighting style is similar to Nightwing's. And when Nightwing meets the reader he is just absolutely smitten, especially since the reader and Dick can train/ spar the same way together.

You can put smut into this request and won't complain in slightest.

Maybe the smut can start with Dick and Reader helping eachother with stretches.

Or the Reader is doing hand stand push ups, and Dick just wants to make it harder for the reader. So Dick just balances on the reader's feet, to add extra weight to the workout. But the reader has other plans and decides to just roll, which causes Dick is fall, Reader catching him in his lap.

If you do end up writing this, can you send me a link? Tumblr is really fucky and likes to choose on its own what to give notifications on.

Dick Grayson x male reader

Headcanons

No smut in this one but I hope you still enjoy :)

- Your hero name was Danseur, yes not the most creative but you started doing hero work super young and it was the first thing that came to mind and it stuck. You worked together with your guardian at the time, who had a similar deal to Batman going on.

- At some point your guardian joined the justice league and you joined the group for the proteges, where you met Robin for the first time. At first the two of you butted heads a little, but so did everyone on the team as none of you were used to working with so many people.

- But as time passed you all grew closer and became a pretty solid team. In the beginning your fighting style had been similar to your mentor, but as you grew and did more dancing it became more extravagant and flowy, using the many dance moves you knew from all your training.

- Robin became Nightwing as you grew up, and you two stayed close. You didn’t know, but when you met for the first time Dick had been completely smitten with you, it was why he tried so hard to make himself appear better in the beginning.

- It was still something your teammates and friends teased him for, because it always made Dick embarrassed. He tried to deny that was why, but they all knew it was the truth.

- You both grew closer than most of the team, its what happens when you spar together more than everyone else and have similar fighting styles, or when your mentors work together as much as Batman and your mentor does.

- Dick and You can regularly be found sparring in the designated sparring areas in the league tower, the both of you twirling and spinning almost too much. At some point Beast boy called it peacocking, that you two were showing off like a pair of male peacocks showing of their tail feathers and everyone else just started calling it that as well.

- Dick was just as smitten with you now as he was when you first met, if not more, but he was too embarrassed to ask you out on a date or similar. You had been growing feelings for the other hero as well, but you too didn’t know how to tell him.

- It became a bet between your friends who would confess first, and Raven had even bet you both would confess on accident or kiss on accident which would lead to your relationship becoming official.

- Raven ended up being right as during one of your many sparring matches, you had started doing handstand pushups between rounds, and Dick, wanting to make it harder for you came up behind you and tried to add pressure.

- You ended up wrapping your legs around his chest, spinning and flipping your position, which ended up with you both on the floor with Dick in your lap. You had done your calculations wrong though, so he ended up closer than you had planned and your lips knocked together.

- You both froze, your lips still locked together as you stared at one another, both of you going bright red. From across the room you heard someone call “fucking finally”, which immediately made you both disconnect the kiss and start stuttering and apologizing.

- Feeling embarrassed you both got to your feet and kept apologizing, not even able to meet each other’s eyes. It was Raven who finally said that “now that you two have kissed, can we get past all the horribly hidden feelings, and can you finally get together? It’s getting painful”. Both you and Dick are quiet as Raven drags your teammates out the room to give you both some privacy.

- You’re both quiet until one of you ask if Raven was right about the other having feelings, and the other shyly agrees that yes there’s feeling.

- Dick softly admits that he’s been kinda smitten with you from the start, which makes you blush even more as you confess you’ve had feelings for him for a long time too. You both stand there in flustered silence until Dick reaches over and takes your hand, quietly muttering “Fuck it” as he pulls you in and kisses you.

- This kiss is much better than the accidental one from before, your arms quickly winding around each other as the kiss gets a desperate edge as you can finally show each other the feelings you have for one another.

- The kissing gets steamy after a while, as you shove Dick up against the wall and push your tongue between his lips and you both run your hands all over each other, tiny noises leaving the both of you.

- That’s when you hear a disgusted noises from the entrance to the sparring area, and flipping around quickly you see Beast boy at the door, looking at you both with a mildly disturbed expression. “Look, I’m happy for you guys, but can you do that somewhere else? Some of us have sensitive noses” he says with an almost disappointed sigh.

- Both you and Dick immediately fluster more and apologize to your teammate, quickly leaving the room holding hands. Behind you your green teammate rolls his eyes but snicker a little, seeing the slight stumble Dick was walking with as his legs still felt a little jelly-like.

- You end up asking Dick on a date as you walk down the hallways, fingers intertwined in a sure handhold, to which Dick quickly jumps up and agrees with a big smile on his still flustered face.

- You chuckle and lean in to kiss his cheek, to which he just beams even more at as he leans in to kiss you again.

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moonlit-imagines · 2 months

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Robin and the Stray (Part 1)

Dick Grayson x reader

warnings:

a/n: you already know this is based off of an oc and you already know im gonna write it like its just your average y/n. i dont even know if yall hate this or not but TOO BAD (im kidding please start paying attention to this blog again i long for the days i mattered)

prompt:

part 2

Gotham City, all the way back when you were kids. Didn’t feel like it, though. Not when you two were up all night off on adventures—more like missions—and occasionally crossing paths. Batman and Robin weren’t too fond of you and Catwoman giving them headaches from time to time with your heists and all that fun stuff. But sooner or later they cracked and started letting you two off the hook.

The flirting was just playful at first, a literal get-out-of-jail free card, if you will. But somewhere down the line, you started to mean it. You liked your time spent with Robin, and every once in a while you’d even let him catch you.

Nights that you and Selina split up, the Bat and the Bird had to do the same. That’d when you got him alone. And after a while, you’d just end up on a random rooftop teasing him in some silly, flustering way. A cute comment here and there to let him know you were still interested. Jumping across rooftops and crawling up fire escapes to keep him on his toes while you talked. Although you were still strangers out of these costumes, you still managed to drop a little personal detail every once in a while to bond. Part of you worried if he was only letting you escape to trick you into some false sense of security, lately you’ve been returning stolen goods to him just to see him again.

And night after night there were new encounters, only in these you weren’t really doing anything wrong. Just pouncing around and watching the city, almost like you were on patrol. You could tell him you were just watching over Gotham while he was elsewhere.

It was funny how awkward he was at first when you met. But it’d been some months since the Cats got out of the bag, and Selina was starting to warm up to Batman, too. It was kind of cute. Robin seemed so much more confident talking to you nowadays, he flirted back and laughed with you and pretended you got away when Batman asked where you went (oh, and Catwoman also got away!).

There was one particular night that you’ll never forget. This one night where you’d just snuck out to be in the city, secretly hoping Robin was out, too. All suited up in your catlike garb roaming the streets and rooftops of Gotham, and hours went by without a sighting of your special guy. You sat at the ledge of a rooftop overlooking Downtown Gotham—a bit too close to GCPD, but maybe that was where you needed to be.

It wasn’t long before Robin saw a figure concerningly close to the edge of a high building, and he could just barely make out those cat ears on your head. He awkwardly split off from Batman, who warned him not to do anything stupid. They had just put away a D-list villian and, let’s face it, they’re the most annoying ones to deal with and Batman now had to wash ketchup and mustard out of the crevices of his armor.

Robin met you up top, cheeks warming when he saw your immediate smile when you turned around, he gave you the same one. “Do you want to get a pizza?” He asked you with a shrug and a tilt of his head. You furrowed your brows just barely. “I guess not?”

“I mean—sure. But you want to go now? Like, dressed like this?” You sort of giggled, leaning into the idea just a little.

“Why not?” Robin asked you, eyes gleaming with just a bit of boy wonder. “Gotham’s seen weirder.”

“How’s that gonna affect your ‘image,’ huh? A good boy like you hanging out with the likes of a cat burglar, what would dear old Jim Gordon have to say?” You kept teasing him, but it seemed he was set on the idea. “You don’t even care, do you, Birdy?”

“I don’t, actually.” He said, extending his gloved hand to you. You accepted his help off the ledge and got to your feet.

“Got a place in mind?” You asked him as he walked off without an answer. “Okay, Batman.” You crossed your arms and walked behind him, only half-amused with his manners. But he was still cute the way he acted like Batman in those bright colors and tight pants. At least they’d been tweaked over the past few months, you couldn’t tell if he’d hit some kind of growth spurt or he just really liked tight clothes.

“See that sign over there?” Robin pointed down the street, a bright neon sign displayed the word “PIZZA” in red lettering, encased in a yellow circle you assumed was also pizza. “Twenty-four hours. You’ll be glad to know they do their best work in these hours.”

“You mean ‘vigilante hours?’” You joked, nudging him with your elbow.

“Something like that.” He nudged back. Suddenly, he leaped off the edge of the building—which actually wasn’t that tall if you were used to this sort of thing—and used a grapple gun to break the landing.

“Wow. We’re doing this, huh.” You equipped a whip and secured it to the neighboring building, descending yourself in a much more anticlimactic way—but still impressive if you weren’t used to this sort of thing. “Show off.”

“Had to do it one of these days, you’re always one-upping me.” He said walking forward, just a casual stroll down the streets of Gotham in costume, ignoring any pedestrians or nearby residents that may be up this late. Part of you hoped that you’d run into trouble just to see how it’d feel to fight side by side, show him you’re more than just mischief, you’re a bit kickass, too.

After a few minutes of chatting, the pair of you made it to the pizza shop. Robin opened the door for you where the bell above the door chimed when you entered. The employees watched as two masked freaked walked inside and casually asked what they could get for you. You shrugged when Robin looked at you for your preference, letting him pick for you. Then he pulled out a couple twenty dollar bills from his pocket and told them “keep the change.”

“Got any more of those for me?” You batted your eyes and tilted your head.

“You want to get paid for this date?” He chuckled, wondering if he should make his next joke, but he knew you had a sense of humor. “Wouldn’t that make you a hooker?” You broke into laughter that he joined in on and tapped him on the arm.

“Hey, whatever you wanna call me. As long as I get a couple bucks, what’s the harm?” You joked back and Robin thought to himself how nice your genuine laughter was, not just those careful little chuckles and giggles were. Your true smile was goofy and brilliant to him. Lost in the moment, your order was called up and the two of you left the shop with a hot box of pizza.

“Hold this real quick?” Robin handed the box off to you, then grabbed your waist and grappled to a nearby rooftop as you squealed from surprise.

“What ever happened to a gentlemanly warning? I could have dropped the pizza!” You told him as he took it back.

“Looks good to me.” He peeked in and brought it to another ledge. “I take it you like the view?”

“What do you mean?” You walked closer and took a seat.

“I always see you sitting or standing on the edge of these buildings. You just brooding?” He raised a brow.

“That’s more of a Batman thing.” You took a piece of pizza and took a bite.

“Then tell me why you’re always hanging out on tall buildings.”

“I like looking around, is that a crime?” You asked with a mouthful of cheese and bread.

“No, but breaking and entering is. And stealing, of course.” He took a slice and sat beside you. Below your dangling feet was just another street of Gotham City, a street he protected and you would just watch. Nothing special about it, especially since there were no museums or penthouses here.

You sat with your hands at your sides, leaning forward a bit to get a better view of the ground. It was then that you felt a gentle touch, Robin’s hand on yours. You glanced at him from the side and he saw as your lip curled slightly. If you didn’t know any better, you might have seen him blush. It was strange in a way, feeling so drawn to someone without a name. “Robin” had a nice ring to it, though.

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