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The way you kiss me Batboys (dick, jason, tim, damian) x gn!reader

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synopsis: bruised and bloody batboys being absolutely smitten even if youre scolding their ass off to be more careful, aka blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff

notes: anon req ily :3, no use of [name], all aged up, tooth rotting fluff i love you, take a wild guess when i tell u this is prob ooc

a/n: this was hella self indulgent more than it should be

thank you for reading ily

1.5k-ish words, not beta read, UNEDITED

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Dick Grayson ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎

Dick loves to come back home to you after a mission, especially when he gets small cuts or bruises along his body. You could be yelling at him to be more careful and he's all heart eyes over your scrunched up face, extra points if you're bandaging him up while doing so. He fully loves how cute you look when you're all wound up trying to take care of him, all concerned about his next missions.

Of course he tries to not get hurt. The last thing he wants is to make you too anxious where you get paranoid, but sometimes his stomach does a flip when he gets a small cut on his body. Allegedly. 

It was raining pretty hard in Blüdhaven cold wind blowing droplets of rain onto the glass pane, some debris hitting the glass as well. You shot up awake from the mattress hearing faint knocking noises outside the window right above your guys’ shared bed, being pretty scared you slowly turned to look.

Dick, outside, domino mask still on but you could already see the puppy eyes, pouting, looking like a wet dog, hand dramatically sliding down from the glass leaving a faint trail. “Baby! Let me in!” 

“You cant keep doing this Dick!” You scolded one hand ruffling your hair in annoyance by how uncareful he is, free hand blotting the antiseptics over the small open wound over his lip. Dick was all cozy and dry now, leaning in as you tended him like normal. He just hummed, like the situation he's in is paradise. Holding onto each side of your thighs keeping you close in place in between his legs as he sat down, head tilted up so you could clean him easier.

You glared as the vibrations hit your ears, grumbling to yourself shifting your weight slightly. Uneven smirk that was always plastered on his lips during times like this only widened before he spoke up all cheerful, "Don't get your head all caught up in this, pretty. It’s just cuts.” Holding back rolling your eyes, still annoyed at his doings, cleaning the open slit right above his eyebrow.

“I just think my boyfriend is a masochist.” He just chuckles, massaging the soft flesh he's holding onto. A small—mocking—sorry. Well, he's not denying it.

Jason Todd ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎

Jason fully believes, and he will die—again—on this hill defending, that when you take care of him after his missions it is the most romantic thing he will ever experience. Sex does not give the heightened intimacy of your own lover taking good care of you, especially hearing your stern voice scolding him endlessly.

Oh he would not trade those moments for anything else. Someone could do anything people normally find romantically flattering and he'd stare at them stone cold, but the moment you open your mouth telling him how stupid he was during one mission he's all over you, swooning.  

“M’ okay” he whispered slowly in a slur of pure affection. “No you're not, I've told you to be careful two times before you went out.” Your arm was latched onto his waist letting him lean his weight against you, helping him flop onto the couch. “M’ okay” he repeated, just taunting you at this point. Now stupid ol’ you falling for his rage bait grunted, before digging around the drawers for the first aid kit you see too much in your life with this man. 

You let go of his left hand—not forgetting to kiss the knuckles—grabbing onto his right one, wrapping the bandage gauze in between his fingers. “One more time you do this I’m never letting you out of the apartment.” Voice stern, serious, but always full of love. “Yeah?” He asked, but you don't ignore the way he said it so dreamily, you don’t ignore the fact the way his eyes sparkle as he looked at the top on your head as you knelt down to bandage him up, you don't ignore the flush that crept at the tips of his ears.

“You look at me like i hung the moon. How about you try to stop impulsively punching your enemies then you could do that.” He shrugged, flexing his hand once you let it go, feeling the bandages tight around his knuckles.

“What’s the fun in that.” He helped you to stand up quickly pulling you down, with a stumble you hit your chest against his with a small grunt. You held at the cushions, bracketing his head, he held onto the back of your knee pulling it a taunt closer. “Scold my ears off, just stay with me like this.”

Tim Drake ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎

Tim loves being taken care of by you and openly admits to it. A single bruise means 3 kisses on it, a contract he said you, yes you signed up to—in his head—when you agreed to get together with Red Robin. He savors the attention you give him, it's like the best meal he will ever get in his life. So every time you scold him, he's drooling over you like crazy.

He hates to get you into his negative Robin businesses of course. If people even suspect you to do anything wrong he'd defend you until someone forces him to shut up or they give in to all his constant evidences that just pack up. The only business you're dealing with is a slightly bloody bruised Tim Drake in the middle of the night after patrol. 

You looked as red robin sat on your kitchen counter, dabbing a damp cloth along the dry blood on his face trying to knock some sense into his head, again. “How many times do I have to tell you, if you leave these on for too long, because you just have to make me clean them, you're getting an infection soon enough.” voice rough but actions always so gentle, with a free hand you took off his domino mask, the small hum of content that left his lips making you press your lips into a tight line. 

“If I get brain eating amoeba, at least you were in my mind.” You glared, wiping off the dirt left by the mask, holding his face still by cupping his jaw. “Don’t joke about that.” Watching as Tim's shoulders shook in a silent chuckle, shaking your head realizing he's definitely not doing any of what you're trying to say. In his defense, he tries, at least. He won't intentionally give himself wounds, since the last thing he wants is moving his body feeling every bruise and cut as muscles flexed.

But don't expect that he wont get all giddy seeing you walk over to him with furrowed eyebrows, bandages, and antiseptics. “Yeah, yeah.” He grinned as you put the towel down onto the sink, his hand pointing to his cuts and bruises. You, already knowing the sign, leaned in to pepper them with kisses (you would kiss the side of the open cuts instead of directly at it). Kissing his mouth last. You won't forget the feeling of lips curving into a smirk.

Damian Wayne ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎

Oh Damian my favorite awkward at feelings man💔

Will never outrightly admit how much he loves it when you hold him, given also when you take care of him (even verbally) oh he becomes so soft for you it physically hurts. He takes pride in being a top assassin so when he gets small cuts or bruises he will never tell no one but you. You get that he's good at this whole hero-vigilante stuff but you can’t help but feel worried so yeah, your problem too, so now you're scolding him!!

“You get too cocky sometimes, Dami. I told you to be careful.” you sighed carefully cleaning the cut on his temple, grabbing another band-aid to stick on. He lets out a huff, eyes darting away from you “I know. You get too worried, hayati.” You raised an eyebrow patting the band-aid once it stuck on, before grabbing another batch of cotton to clean the blood off his nose, holding his nape to stay in place.

“God forbid I get worried about your life-or-death job.” Feeling his head tilt up for better access you gently cleaned out the bloody trail, hearing him say something about be too good at this blah blah blah. You, just letting out a breathy ‘whatever.’

Damian watched you closely as you repacked the medical kit, already getting ready to go to bed. He narrowed his eyes, as you rummaged through the medicine cabinet taking out a couple of pain killer pills. Looking as your hand held out two white tablets, other hand holding a glass of water. The two of you just standing there staring—well you glaring, biting the inside of your cheek—at each other.

“Drink.”

“No. I’m fine.” Liar.

“Drink it or I'm doing something you’d hate.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not intimidated by your shallow warning. Taking this as a challenge, you quickly popped the two pills in your mouth before holding the back of his head pulling him closer till lips met. Once you got his—stubborn—mouth to open, your tongue slid inside with the disgustingly bitter pills forcing him to drink it.

His glare tightened, not from annoyance but a way to hide his sudden shock. Without fully thinking Damian dragged you back, giving you a real deep kiss and not whatever chaste that one was.

He also gladly drank it when it popped in his mouth, expect him to make you do this again every time.

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which is jasper dewinter

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Guys I’m so fucking funny Jasper/Aaron ship name is criminal dads

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are Jasper's frosted tips canon or am I just going insane

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Catch me thinking about our guy Jasper in these trying times

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I heart Jasper DeWinter 😛

Best lovable asshole ever

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The Iron Trio

Sure hope nothing bad happens to them *clown music intensifies*

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Dating Kaldur Headcanons

Kaldur’ahm x Reader

no warnings!

word count: 700+

a.n. I wasn’t sure what to do here so I just went for a general dating thing!

there’s a glaringly obvious thing we need to address first.

Kaldur is THE most loyal person you’ll ever meet. romantic and non-romantic wise

you don’t gotta worry about anything with him 🙏🏽🙏🏽😭 what about him screams ‘you have to worry about me getting too cozy with someone else…’

NOTHING!!!! he’s loyal and devoted to you and makes it obvious

so obvious it hurts. so obvious the team makes fun of him for it

he’s a serious/blunt man because he cares. it’s his way of making sure his loved ones are safe (and others: take for example, the people he saves??? the whole reason he’s a hero is bc he’s trying to protect people). he orders the team around and tells them when they’re wrong because he wants what’s best for them

now you’re a person he doesn’t just care about, he loves you. you’re his dear, his light in very dark times (this man has been through it). so when it comes to you, there’s two sides to this:

1. he bosses you around if you don’t take care of yourself.

he uses his stern voice on you (very hot btw) if you haven’t eaten when you should’ve.

“Did you eat?” He sits next to you on the couch, presenting the dinner he’s cooked.

You stay quiet. And he knows what that means.

“You barely had breakfast this morning.” Your silence continues.

Gently, he pinches your chin between his fingers, “you can’t keep doing this to yourself, love.”

“I don’t do it on purpose! The day goes by too fast and I forget.”

“So you don’t feel the empty space in your stomach? You can’t hear it when it’s asking to you for food?”

You shrug.

He squeezes your chin softly, an action of affection and worry. He brings up a forkful of food, “eat.”

In his mind it’s:

“I don’t mind taking care of you, I love it in fact. But you need to know how to care for yourself when needed. I can’t have something happen to you. I won’t let it happen.”

2. he’s very very soft with you. he’s stuck in the honeymoon phase of the relationship, it’ll never end for him

he doesn’t usually show much affection with a lot of people around. he’s not too big on PDA

which isn’t to say he won’t be affectionate outside of your private time, he WILL be. it’s just small touches:

forehead/hand kisses (oh how he’s a huge fan of hand kisses, just like the proper gentleman), and of course standard lip kisses. they’re sweet, typically short, but sososo good. the two of you make the most out of those tiny kisses

you’ll also have the hand on your back at all times. that man will not let go. trust me.

if you’re not by his side or close enough that allows him to do this, he’ll seek you out. you tease him for it but he’ll simply tell you it’s to make sure you don’t do something stupid (he’s teasing, he just wants to be with you 24/7)

they’re small but meaningful touches

(which make you go crazy)

you’ll usually lean into him, hand on his chest (he sweats a little every time)

so you’re not “theme park line couple” you’re just…‘keeps it private’ couple!

the team doesn’t see him behind closed doors, which is where his lovey-dovey/certified teddy bear comes out

but when they DO see it? they can’t take him seriously as the team leader anymore :( (jk it makes them respect him more, they just like to tease)

Kaldur’s all neck kisses, cuddles (he’s always in protector mode so he likes being the big spoon for your benefit, but he admits later that he loves being the little spoon…), arms wrapped around each other’s waists, setting your legs over his thighs while y’all are sitting on the couch…slow dancing!

they find a way for you to be able to breathe/see underwater, which means so much to him because that’s where his home is!

he loves spending quality time with you in Atlantis.

swimming around, teaching you tips and tricks, having races (he lets you win every time)

kisses kisses kisses.

and a few make outs here and there…

he also loves getting massages. he never outright asks for them because he doesn’t want to “bother” you but he can admit that he needs them.

he genuinely feels like he’s in heaven when you give him a nice, thorough neck/shoulder massage. he’ll kiss you all over the face afterwards, praising you for being so good to him.

that’s all I got for now!

if y’all request something expect it to be short formed content like this HC. as well as blurbs, random thoughts on (character) x reader, etc.

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dating tim drake would include

• tim is really sweet. he’ll kiss you to welcome you home or say goodbye when he goes out on patrol and he’ll happily carry you to bed if you fall asleep on the sofa and makes sure to tell you that he loves you everyday.

• he hacks your computer sometimes (for good reasons though). like you’ll just turn on your computer/laptop and your background is changed to a picture of you and tim together. <33

• even though everyone knows that you’re dating he still gets quite flustered and is prone to blushing if you call him a pet name in front of others. (you’d definitely do this just to see him blush).

• tim has your coffee order memorized (no matter how complicated it is).

• tim is SUPER clingy when he’s sleepy, like he can be needy and just want to hug and kiss you all the time. they’re kinda sloppy because he’s tired but his lust for affection is still cute.

• he cuddles or hugs you any chance he gets to make up for the many hours he spends on his computer away from you.

• since he’s a detective, he notices every detail including anything off about yourself. if something is wrong he will notice immediately no matter how good you are at hiding it, afterward he’d do pretty much anything to make you feel better. (even leave his computer for a day or so).

• he notices everything about you. favorite flower, favorite color, he always seems to notice that you’re cold even before you do and wraps his jacket around you. that intense focus can be a lot, sometimes, a bit overwhelming even. but at the same time you’re touched that he just seems so interested in everything about you. he wants to learn every last detail about you and is willing to take the time to do so.

• tim works really hard and doesn’t keep regular sleep patterns as a result, which means it’s up to you to make sure he gets proper sleep most of the time. plus, you’re one of the few people he actually listens to since you’re basically his favourite person. <33

• you have to learn most of his sweet spots to use against him whenever you’re trying to drag him away from the computer for a break.

• he remembers important dates even if it’s last minute— he still remembers. anniversaries, birthdays, you name it and if it’s anything to do with you then he’ll remember it and usually buys the best gifts for you.

• he celebrates the most ridiculous anniversaries, and he always remembers them. like, “it’s been one year since the first time you held my hand” or “it’s been a month since we went to that fair and rode the ferris wheel”.

• he lets you play with his hair and it’s so entertaining, he doesn’t mind and finds it relaxing when you run your fingers through it, he always checks to see what he looks like after you’ve styled it whether it be a man bun, ponytail, or braids. you told him that he looked good in a loose ponytail once and you he didn’t take it out for whole day.

• the two of you get take out food at least once a week because tim cannot cook to save his life, he just gets too distracted and the food gets burnt. he will also take time just to eat with you and ask about your day rather than work or will watch tv with you.

• tim LOVES watching detective shows with you but but sometimes it can get annoying because will usually ruin the ending by telling you who the criminal is and the exact reasons for his motives so it’s difficult to ignore the fact he just destroyed the next 45 minutes for you.

• he’s a literal genius so if you need help with anything he is on it, he’s actually written your essays for you before but you know that you couldn’t pass them off as your own because it’s not your writing style and you redo them using his basic ideas. you’re very appreciative of his assistance but tell him he doesn’t need to do that for you. however, he shakes it off as if it was nothing.

• he loves you and your acceptance of his coffee loving and sleep-deprived ways. <33

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love tropes with the bat family

characters: bruce wayne, richard "dick" grayson, barbara gordon, jason todd, timothy "tim" drake, stephanie brown, cassandra cain, duke thomas, and damian wayne

bruce wayne

arranged marriage

• the marriage was arranged by his parents and your parents to merge the two most powerful families in gotham, providing both financial stability and social influence. bruce only went along with it because he wanted to honor his parents’ last wishes.

• initially, there's a distance between the two of you. he’s so consumed by his quest for justice and his role as batman, that he doesn’t really have the time to truly get to know you. meanwhile, you’re just trying to understand your role in his life.

• publicly, the two of maintain the appearance of the perfect, high-society couple, attending galas and charity events. behind closed doors, the two of you sleep in separate beds and barely talk to one another.

• alfred becomes a mentor and confidant to the both of you, helping your navigate your new life together and offering uncle iroh level advice.

• it isn’t until you get hurt, that he begins to realize the depth of his feelings for you.

• DEFINITELY says the, "who did this to you?" line.

• this marriage brings a new dynamic to his life. you have your own skills and resources and you become an integral part of his crime-fighting efforts.

• your presence in his life helps him heal emotionally, offering him a sense of family and home. this support strengthens him, making him a more balanced and effective hero.

• you both work towards a shared vision for gotham, combining your immense resources and influence to create lasting change, honoring the legacies of both your families. <33

richard "dick" grayson

you fell first, he fell harder

• charming and attractive, it’s hard to not fall in love with dick grayson. he’ll flirt and send compliments someone’s way, effectively tampering with their feelings. it’s no surprise when you find yourself having romantic feelings for him.

• despite your best efforts to keep your feelings hidden, dick starts noticing the little things—how you laugh at his jokes a bit too eagerly, how your eyes linger on him a bit longer, and how you're always there to lend a hand.

• as you spend more time together, you can't help but be more obvious about your feelings. you find excuses to be near him, offer to help with his missions, and bring him coffee during late-night patrols.

• one day, during a particularly dangerous mission, you do something reckless to save him. that’s the final push he needs to confront and confess his feelings for you.

• ANGRY LOVE CONFESSIONS>>>

• he never noticed you. but now that he had, he couldn't un-notice you.

• once you find your way into his heart, it’s hard for him to let you go. more and more, he starts finding himself constantly wishing for your presence.

• he constantly tells you how much you mean to him and how he can't imagine his life without you.

• this man met you, fell in love with you, and has been falling ever since. <33

barbara gordon

the korrasami trope (i didn’t know what else to call it)

• both of you had feelings for dick, but he ultimately chose you. after he made his decision, she began to act extremely cold towards you.

• despite this, you constantly went out of your way to ensure that she didn’t feel left out. you included her in activities and made an effort to show her that your relationship with dick didn’t have to affect your friendship with her.

• she becomes jealous when she sees you and dick together and for the longest time, she thought she was jealous of you because you were him. she soon realizes that she was actually jealous of HIM because he was with you.

• during the times when dick was busy with his duties as nightwing, the two of you would often find yourselves alone together. these moments of forced proximity brought you closer, and that’s when she started to develop feelings for you.

• you start to notice subtle changes in her behavior around you. she becomes more attentive, goes out of her way to spend time with you, and shows a genuine interest in your well-being.

• she struggles with her feelings for you, torn between her loyalty to dick because of their friendship and her growing love for you.

• girlie is down HORRENDOUSLY for you. <33

jason todd

enemies to lovers

• you hate jason, he hates you. just the thought of him irritates your whole being, shakes your bones in anger, his name leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

•this man will NEVER stop bothering you, he likes to see you stressed out and angry, but he lowkey thinks it’s cute that’s why he likes to piss you off.

• you intrigue him, when he started to bother you he was legit hating on you but as time flew by, he somehow liked your attention on him.

• being an annoying piece of shit= your attention.

• despite your differences and the fact that you and jason mixed like oil and water, on in the field, you guys grudgingly tolerated each other, working together to take out your enemies.

• the tension between the two of you is so thick that during mission briefs, bruce has to seat you guys across the room from each other, unless he wants to hear mumbled insults back and forth and glaring between you guys.

• the rest of the bat family teases the two of you relentlessly because they’re convinced that you guys are the perfect match for one another (they’re absolutely right).

• when he finally realizes that he has feelings for you, he tries to convince himself that he doesn’t in fact like you romantically but that he was just admiring your skills in the field.

• he actually finds himself looking out for you on missions, even though he won’t be upfront about it.

• he becomes somewhat awkward to be around, and the rest of the bat family immediately capitalize off this to bully him with it. but regardless, he finds himself drifting towards you a bit more, and picking up on some of your habits. as much as he hates to admit it, he wants to know more about you. <33

timothy "tim" drake

friends to lovers

• tim heavily values trust and loyalty. as friends, you’ve always been someone he can rely on, whether it's sharing secrets or working through problems together.

• despite being one of his best friends, he isn't overly expressive with his emotions. he shows his affection through small, thoughtful gestures – bringing you coffee, remembering your favorite snacks, or staying up late to help you with something.

• he gradually comes to the realization that he has feelings for you. once it hits him, he begins to avoid you, trying to process everything.

• however, he starts to get like physically sick because he misses you so much. plus, you called him to ask if they'd done anything wrong and the pain in your voice was too much for him to bear.

• it was impossible to ignore the change in his behaviour. for one, he couldn't speak to you in person without his face turning blindingly red. plus, not only does he struggle to look you in the eye, but he is also CONSTANTLY stuttering around you.

• when you decide to confront him about it, he kind of just blurts out that he’s in love to you. much to his genuine surprise (but literally no one else's), you told him that they loved him too.

• sometimes, he feels like an idiot for not saying or doing something about it sooner. you frequently tease him for not having picked up on his own feelings sooner— but for once, he graciously accepts it. <33

stephanie brown

fake dating

• after your ex breaks up with you, steph devises a plan to get back at them and make them jealous.

• the two of you were already best friends so it couldn’t be that hard. right? RIGHT?

• you’re both aware that damian doesn’t buy your little arrangement one bit. he just doesn’t believe that the two of you are dating because you’re such good friends. (and they were roommates!!!)

• steph has this raging pride when it comes to damian, so she’s made it her personal mission to convince him that you and her are actually dating.

• it takes a while for you two to get into the hang of it, but once you do, it’s like a regular routine.

• steph would definitely fall for you first. she’d hide her feelings behind your little charade, until the fake dating stuff starts extending into the time you two share together when no one else is watching.

• she still gravitates towards you on the couch when everyone has left after dinner at your place, pressing kisses to your cheek when she leaves even though everyone else is already gone. there’s no need to continue acting like this but she does.

• the fake dating thing really starts hurting her because she thinks that you don’t really like her like that (you do) but its nice to pretend that you do in those moments, that it’s all real even though it's not.

• the people who know of your secret knows that steph has fallen for you (except for steph herself, and you because you refuse to believe it).

• like, come on, she’s your BEST FRIEND (side eye). the two of you are idiots in love.

• the moment she realizes she’s in love with you is on another one of those dates that you both know you don’t have to go on but still choose to have anyway (your ex is already clearly jealous).

• she’s been getting this small tugging feeling with you a lot over these past few months.

• now she finally realizes it’s because she’s in love with you. <33

cassandra cain

childhood best friends to lovers

• growing up, you became adept at reading her body language and expressions, creating a deep, intuitive understanding between the two of you.

• as kids, you both trained together, pushing each other to become stronger and better. these sessions were filled with friendly competition, laughter, and mutual support.

• you two had a secret hideout where you would escape to whenever the world felt overwhelming. it was a place filled with memories, laughter, and dreams for the future.

• whenever she had nightmares or struggled with her past, you were always there to comfort her. your presence became a source of peace and security for her.

• you both shared a love for a watching old martial arts films and cooking together. these activities brought you even closer over the years.

• once she was settled into her new life with the bat family, she reconnected with you over lunch and there was a moment where it all clicked. her heart nearly gave out the moment she saw you walk through the cafe door and smiled at her.

• she was in love with you. she had been for a while now. but back then, she had taken your presence for granted. it was something she just expected to be there. but now? now it was different. now it made sense.

• it was a very natural progression from a friendship to a relationship. she felt safe with you, and she never had to worry about being misunderstood. after everything that she’s been through, you were the person who stood by her through all of it. <33

duke thomas

brother’s best friend

• one thing about you and duke is that you can both take a secret to your grave.

• no one ever finds about him sneaking out of your brother’s room during their weekend sleepovers, to cuddle up to you on your bed.

• no one finds out about the secret dates you go on in the next town over, so that you don’t get caught.

• no one finds out about the secret phones you both use to contact each other.

• if you have to be in the same room together, he’s not even making any eye contact with you. it’s better to ignore each other in public.

• it would be WAY too obvious that the two of you are dating.

• when you guys are seven months into the relationship, cuddling on his bed, he asks "how long do you want to keep us a secret?"

• to which you reply, "not any longer than you want to."

• so yeah, you can both keep a secret– until you decide you want to share it to the world.

• your brother is disgusted, but happy for you. emphasis on disgusted tho. <33

damian wayne

academic rivals to lovers (except he’s been in love with you this whole time)

• damian has always admired you from afar. everything from your biting wit to your competitive spirit always made his heart flutter. falling in love with you was almost inevitable.

• sarcastic, creative remarks as comebacks to one another’s argument, teasing and joking words that lead to banters and bickering.

you: "are you reading?"

damian: "it’s amazing how you have eyes but never see the use of them."

• you don’t know if it’s due to your clashing beliefs and ideas that you two just can’t get along. or is it because he just refuses to do so? eitherway, he still irks you off in multiple ways. even when it’s just the sound of his breathing.

• the two of you compete against each other in terms of being the best among you, as such your relationship is treated as something simply born and made by a competition, an unnatural way to form a connection with another but that’s just how it is.

• the fact that you two work really well when it comes to projects and research is something that can’t be denied. even when there are countless arguments being shared because of differences in opinion, you two still end up getting the work done flawlessly.

• despite everything, there was never a time that you two have touched on a sensitive subject while arguing or have you two have said anything personal and mean that it crossed the line. it’s just some useless and close-to-nothing banters that always occur— becoming a part of your daily routine.

• and of course, the two of you don’t lose your sense of academic "rivalry" when you two start dating. <33

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the young justice characters’ favorite ways to kiss you

characters: artemis crock, conner kent, kaldur’ahm, m’gann m’orzz, richard "dick" grayson, wallace "wally" west, and zatanna zatara.

artemis crock

shoulder kisses

• artemis isn’t big on grand displays of affection, but she loves giving you shoulder kisses when you're both relaxing on the couch. it’s her way of being close without making a big deal out of it.

• she likes to leave kisses all over your shoulders when the two of you are resting in between training sessions. it’s her way of encouraging you during training.

• after a tough mission, she often gives you a quick shoulder kiss, especially if she notices you're tense or worried. it's her way of reassuring you that everything's okay and that she's here.

• artemis understands that sometimes words aren't necessary. when you're deep in thought or working on something, she'll give you a shoulder kiss as a silent show of support and encouragement.

• during quiet, everyday moments, she develops a routine of giving you a soft kiss on the shoulder when she walks past you, making sure her affection becomes a regular part of your day. <33

conner kent

angel kisses

• this is one of the softest kisses, one that is filled with affection and nothing but love. he’s careful with his strength, so his angel kisses are soft and gentle, as if he's afraid of hurting you.

• when he wakes up before you, he would gently kiss each of your eyelids and let you sleep in while he makes breakfast.

• to him, you are his world, and he treats you the best, just like you deserve it. waking up to him by your side and him kissing you softly on your eyelids is absolute heaven.

• he gives you these kisses to stop you from crying, kissing away at your tears as he rubs at your cheeks with his thumbs.

• there's something so pure about the way conner gives angel kisses. he’s not always the best with words, but these light, loving touches speak volumes about how much you mean to him. <33

kaldur’ahm

hand kisses

• kaldur is very fond of hand kisses. his type of hand kisses are oddly specific, to the point where you find yourself anticipating every single one.

• he’ll first start off with a rather shy touch, grazing his finger tips against yours, almost as if he’s asking for permission.

• when you do give him the go signal, he’ll kiss your finger tips first, then he’ll quickly go higher to the first joint of your fingers, and then finally— he’ll press a kiss onto your knuckles, humming just a bit.

• in atlantean culture, hand kisses symbolize trust and loyalty, making the gesture feel even more intimate and significant when he does it.

• over time, hand kisses become a small ritual between the two of you— something that is uniquely yours. <33

m’gann m’orzz

cheek kisses

• m'gann is naturally sweet and a bit shy when it comes to expressing her feelings. cheek kisses are her go-to gesture when she wants to show affection without being too forward. her kisses are always gentle, with a touch of bashfulness.

• she loves the way you let out a chuckle or giggle when she does it. the sound of your laughter just makes her heart soar, she wants to keep doing it to see you smile.

• m'gann believes in you wholeheartedly. whenever you're about to do something important or challenging, she'll give you a quick cheek kiss for luck and encouragement.

• when she's feeling playful, m'gann will surprise you with a kiss to your cheek out of nowhere. she enjoys the way you smile or blush in response, and her own cheeks turn slightly pink as she laughs softly.

• when you're cuddled up together, she often snuggles close, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks. it’s a tender, loving gesture that makes you feel safe and cherished in her embrace. <33

richard "dick" grayson

neck kisses

• dick ADORES kissing you on your neck. whenever his lips touch that specific spot on your neck and he paints your skin with blooming marks like petals, it never cease to make his whole being feel full and complete.

• he likes sneak up on you and surprise you with a light, teasing kiss on your neck. he enjoys seeing your reaction, especially if it makes you shiver or blush.

• when you wake up together, he often trails lazy kisses down your neck as you’re both waking up. it’s a warm, tender way to start the day.

• if he ever feels like you’re in danger or stressed, his kisses on your neck are more intense and lingering, almost like he’s reassuring himself that you’re safe.

• sometimes, he’ll kiss your neck just to make you laugh, especially if you’re ticklish. he loves the sound of your laughter and how it fills the room.

• after returning from a mission, when he’s still in his nightwing suit, he’ll often pull you close, press his forehead to yours, and kiss your neck, letting the tension from the night melt away in your arms. <33

wallace "wally" west

forehead kisses

• wally’s the lovable, wholesome goofball who would say yes to kissing you at every opportunity. when he greets you in the morning in bed, a kiss to the forehead before the lips. before you leave for a mission? another one to the forehead.

• he loves to interrupt you when you speak to him and just keeps on giving you kisses. he would hold you close to him on the subway or the bus and give you kisses in public to show others that you are taken.

• he often gives you a forehead kiss when he’s about to zoom off on a mission. it’s his quick and silent way of saying, "i’ll be back soon."

• after a tough fight, when the adrenaline is still pumping, he always makes sure to check on you first. he’ll brush back your hair, kiss your forehead, and breathe a sigh of relief, happy that you’re safe.

• on quiet nights when it’s just the two of you, wally loves lying beside you, tracing patterns on your skin. he’ll lean in, give you a gentle kiss on the forehead, and whisper sweet nothings, making the moment feel intimate and special. <33

zatanna zatara

lip kisses

• zatanna’s kisses are excited and passionate. she kisses you like she can’t get enough of you, pulling you impossibly close.

• girlie likes to takes her time with you, savoring each moment, and you can feel her smile against your lips when she’s particularly happy.

• sometimes she’ll giggle between kisses, or even better, against your lips, and then pull away with a bright smile on her face as she hugs you close, pressing more kisses to your cheeks and face.

• she enjoys catching you off guard with surprise kisses. she’ll teleport right in front of you and press her lips against yours before you even realize she’s there.

• she LOVES to tease you. it seems like every time she pulls away, the corners of her lips curl into a smirk. but you notice it— you see how affected she is by the slight blush covering her cheeks. after she pulls away, she keeps her face close to yours, looking at you through her half-lidded eyes. she tucks your hair behind your ear so you can’t hide your pretty face from her. <33

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gotham's nicest girl

plot! dick grayson can't help but simp for gotham's academy nicest girl, this time is completely different though. he's not cocky and he doesn't tease because he simply can't, you make him shy and awkward and he's not used to this

a/n: i absolutely loved this request and i think this was my first time writing an actual kind reader to dick but i completely get it now, how couldn't he not fall for someone like her??? i'm definitely gonna continue and make a part two with the other things you requested because this is gonna be so good

Gotham Academy had a reputation for being prestigious, strict, and intimidating to most students who walked its halls.

Not for Dick Grayson. He’d grown up flying through the air on trapeze ropes in front of hundreds of people, a math test or a teacher’s glare wasn’t going to rattle him. He was a natural at school: charming when he wanted to be, a bit of a class clown, smart enough to coast by without trying too hard. Everyone knew him.

But there was one person who turned all of that upside down.

You.

You weren’t the type to dominate conversations or chase attention.

You were… nice.

In a city like Gotham, where cynicism practically clung to the air like fog, it made you stand out even more. You remembered names. You helped people pick up books when they dropped them. You thanked the cafeteria staff and smiled at the security guards. People noticed. Even the students who rolled their eyes and whispered about how “perfect” you were couldn’t hold onto their jealousy for long, because you were too genuinely kind for it to stick.

And Dick? Dick noticed more than anyone.

He tried not to make it obvious, but his friends had eyes. Barbara Gordon, for one, was merciless about it.

It started simple. He’d catch himself watching you in class: the way you leaned over your notebook, hair falling forward as you scribbled down notes with neat precision. Or in the library, when you were perched by the window, sunlight glinting off the side of your face while you explained something to a student who clearly hadn’t understood the assignment. You weren’t showing off. You just… cared.

That was the part that got him.

People at Gotham Academy were sharp. Ambitious. A little ruthless. But you were different, and it disarmed him in a way he didn’t know how to handle.

At lunch, Dick usually had a whole table of people, athletes, theater kids, even some upperclassmen, who liked hanging around him. Today, though, Barbara slid onto the bench beside him, tray in hand, and followed his line of sight across the cafeteria. You were sitting at a smaller table with a few friends, laughing at something one of them had said, leaning in with that soft attentiveness you gave everyone.

Barbara smirked. “You’re staring again”

Dick almost dropped his fork. “I am not.”

“You are. I could time it. You’ve looked over there every thirty seconds since we sat down.”

“Maybe I’m just… looking around.”

“Mmhm. At the ceiling? Or at Gotham Academy’s Nicest Girl?”

“Barb.”

“Don’t ‘Barb’ me. You like her.”

He ducked his head, running a hand through his dark hair in a nervous gesture that wasn’t his usual smooth self.

Normally, Dick Grayson leaned into being charming. He was good at banter, quick with a joke. But when it came to you? The words caught in his throat before they even got out.

It didn’t help that you seemed completely oblivious.

Not in a careless way, in fact, when he’d spoken to you once or twice, you’d been friendly, polite, even warm. But you hadn’t treated him like he was anything special. And for someone like Dick Grayson, who was used to people leaning in when he talked, laughing too loudly at his jokes, or angling to get his attention… it was almost refreshing. And terrifying.

Later that day, in History, he ended up sitting two rows behind you. Normally, he’d be cracking whispered jokes with the kid next to him or sliding Barbara snarky doodles across the aisle. Instead, his eyes wandered to the way you tapped your pencil absently against your notebook when you were thinking, or the way you tilted your head as if trying to puzzle out the lecture.

When the teacher called on you, you answered clearly, not smug or show-offy, just… confident in a quiet way. And Dick had to press his lips together to stop from smiling like an idiot.

Of course, Barbara caught him on his way out of class.

“You’re hopeless.”

“Am not.”

“You are. And you’re awkward.”

He blinked at her. “Awkward? I’m not awkward.”

“You didn’t say a single word to her. You just stared like a lost puppy.”

Dick shoved his hands into his pockets. “Maybe I didn’t have anything to say.”

Barbara raised her brows. “Since when does Dick Grayson have nothing to say?”

The truth was, he didn’t know how to act around you.

With everyone else, he could lean into being charming, a little cocky, playful.

With you, though, that felt wrong. You weren’t a game. He didn’t want to impress you with jokes or stunts. He wanted you to see him, the real him. And for a boy who wore masks more than he wore his own face, that was harder than anything else.

So instead, he kept orbiting around you quietly. He’d hold the door open a little longer if you were behind him. He’d grab the extra worksheet on the desk if you missed it. Subtle things, things he hoped you didn’t notice too much, because if you did, he’d probably turn bright red.

And still, every time you smiled, at anyone, not just him, he felt that weird little flip in his stomach.

Barbara was right: he was hopeless. And maybe just a little bit in over his head.

The next day at Gotham Academy, Dick Grayson sat with his usual easy posture at one of the library tables, a pen spinning between his fingers as he skimmed over the day’s notes. It wasn’t that he needed to review, he’d already nailed the material in class, but it gave his hands something to do, and it made him look occupied enough that people didn’t try to rope him into group projects.

Across from him, Barbara Gordon had her laptop open, typing away with sharp efficiency. She didn’t even glance up when she said, “You’re pretending to study.”

He smirked faintly. “I could actually be studying.”

“Mmhm. But you’re not. You’re spinning that pen like you’re waiting for something.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but the words got caught in his throat when he saw you step into the library. For once, you didn’t look serene or unshakably put-together.

You were scanning the room like you were on a mission, clutching a binder close to your chest. A couple of your friends were with you, but they peeled off after a minute, leaving you lingering by the stacks, chewing your lip thoughtfully.

Dick’s chest tightened.

You’d missed yesterday, he’d noticed immediately, of course. He’d wondered if you were sick, if you were okay. And now, here you were, clearly looking for something.

Or someone.

Barbara didn’t miss the way his pen stilled in his fingers. She leaned her chin on her hand, eyes sharp with amusement. “Well, would you look at that.”

He shot her a look. “Don’t.”

“I’m not doing anything” she said innocently, but her grin betrayed her.

And then you started walking in his direction.

Dick’s whole body seemed to forget how to work properly.

Shoulders too stiff, heart picking up in his chest. He hadn’t expected— okay, maybe he’d dreamed about you talking to him, but not like this, not in the middle of the library with Barbara sitting right there like a shark circling blood in the water.

You stopped right at his table, smiling that polite, almost apologetic smile you gave when you were asking someone for help.

“Hi,” you said softly. “Richard, right?”

Barbara nearly choked on a laugh.

Dick, on the other hand, went red at the ears. “Uh— it’s, um, yeah. Richard. But… call me Dick. Everyone does.”

You tilted your head, a little hesitant. “Oh, I thought that was only meant for friends.”

That simple, respectful comment knocked the wind out of him.

You didn’t mean it as anything sharp, but to him, it was like holding up a mirror. Right — you weren’t his friend. You barely knew him. He was just the kid in your classes who answered too many questions correctly and always had a circle of people laughing around him.

And he wanted so badly for you to call him Dick anyway.

He swallowed, forcing a lopsided smile, trying to play it off. “Guess that means you can be an exception. If you want.”

Your lips quirked in the faintest smile, eyes warm despite the distance you kept in your words. “Okay. Dick, then.”

Something about the way you said it, careful, almost deliberate, made his stomach flip.

You shifted your binder in your arms. “I was out yesterday, and I've asked all my friends for notes before coming to you but they said you take the best ones in class so I was wondering… if maybe you’d let me copy them?”

For a second, he just stared. Not because it was a huge request, but because this was it. This was the first time you’d come to him for anything, and he could barely remember how to string words together.

“Y-yeah, of course” he said quickly, digging into his bag. “I mean, yeah. Sure. No problem. I’ve got them right— uh, right here.”

His usual smooth rhythm was gone.

He was fumbling, flipping through his notebooks with a little too much urgency until he found the right one. He slid it across the table toward you, trying not to notice Barbara’s smug expression from her seat.

You opened the notebook, eyes scanning the pages. “Wow… you really do have neat notes.”

“Thanks” he muttered, suddenly wishing the table wasn’t so small, that you couldn’t sit this close and tilt your head over his handwriting, close enough that he could smell the faint scent of whatever shampoo you used.

You looked up, expression soft. “I really appreciate it, Dick. I’ll give this back as soon as I’m done.”

“Take your time” he blurted, then winced at how overeager it sounded. “I mean, uh, no rush. Test’s not till next week.”

You smiled, tucking the notebook carefully into your binder as if it were something valuable. “Thanks again. Really.”

And just like that, you were up and gone, gliding back across the library with that easy, quiet grace you carried everywhere.

The silence you left behind was deafening.

Barbara let it stretch for all of three seconds before she exploded into laughter.

“Oh my god” She shoved her chair back and pointed at him, eyes wide with delight. “You— you were so awkward. I have never seen you like that.”

Dick groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Please stop.”

“You froze. You practically short-circuited. ‘Take your time’” she mimicked, pitching her voice high. “‘No rush!’”

He groaned louder. “Barb—”

“You like her.”

“I don’t—”

“Yes, you do. And it’s adorable. Honestly, Dick, I’ve seen you talk down supervillains without flinching, but one nice girl at school and you’re toast.”

He slumped against the table, burying his face in his folded arms. “Kill me now.”

Barbara just smirked, leaning back with satisfaction. “No way. I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”

The gym at Gotham Academy always smelled faintly of polished wood and chalk dust. The climbing ropes swayed lightly from the rafters, and the polished horizontal bars gleamed under the fluorescent lights. Normally, gym was a drag for most students: sit-ups, laps, the occasional dodgeball massacre, but when the teacher let Dick Grayson near the equipment? Suddenly the whole class paid attention.

He was airborne.

Launching from the springboard, he gripped the bar, legs tucked and then kicking out, swinging into a fluid rotation that looked more like art than exercise. He flipped, twisted, landed, and without breaking stride vaulted onto the next apparatus. His classmates gathered in loose clusters, half-cheering, half-gawking.

“Show-off” someone muttered, but there was no real heat in it. Dick made everything look easy, and watching him was like sneaking a glimpse into a circus act.

On the sidelines, a couple of kids started clapping when he stuck a landing, and he gave a quick grin, his usual easy, confident one. Up here, he wasn’t awkward. Up here, he was in his element.

And then the door creaked open.

You stepped inside, binder in hand, looking a little out of place among the gym uniforms and scattered basketballs.

You spotted him quickly, hard not to, since he was mid-swing on the high bar. Your expression softened when you saw him, and you clutched the binder closer as you headed toward the bleachers.

Dick’s heart stuttered mid-rotation.

He wasn’t expecting you.

He wasn’t prepared.

And for one fatal second, his focus slipped from the bar in his hands to the sight of you watching him with that calm, curious expression.

His grip loosened.

Instead of the clean dismount he’d lined up, he wobbled. His feet hit the mat wrong, his balance shot, and he ended up half stumbling, half tumbling into a very ungraceful roll. The class broke into surprised laughter, a few calling out in shock.

“Grayson, you okay?”

“Dude, you never fall!”

Dick groaned, pushing himself up, rubbing the back of his head where it had knocked lightly against the mat.

Of course. Of course the one time you walked in, he managed to look like a total idiot.

And then you were there, slipping through the cluster of curious classmates with that same composed kindness you carried everywhere. You crouched a little in front of him, eyes wide with concern.

“Are you alright?” you asked gently.

Dick blinked up at you, caught off guard by how close you suddenly were, how earnestly you looked at him. “Y-yeah. Totally fine. Just… showing the mat some love.”

A few kids chuckled at his attempt at humor, but you didn’t laugh at him. You smiled, small but warm, like you actually believed him.

“I thought you were amazing” you said.

He froze. His heart did a double somersault that was smoother than the one he’d just botched. “…You were watching?”

“Of course” you said, as if it were obvious.

“I came to give you back your notes, but I didn’t want to interrupt while you were practicing. You’re… really good.”

Nobody ever complimented him like that. Sure, people said he was talented, called him a prodigy, a show-off, a natural. But the way you said it: sincere, without jealousy or exaggeration, hit him differently.

He scratched the back of his neck, feeling his ears heat. “Thanks. I, uh… kinda grew up doing this stuff.”

Your brows lifted with curiosity. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He shifted on the mat, suddenly aware of how ridiculous he must look sitting there with his hair mussed from the fall. “Family business.”

You didn’t press, just nodded as if that explained enough. Then you held out his notebook, the corners neatly aligned as if you’d been careful not to bend it.

“I copied everything I needed. I didn’t want to take up your study time.”

He blinked at the notebook, then at you. “You could’ve kept it longer. Seriously, I didn’t mind.”

“I know. But it wasn’t mine” you said simply, pressing it into his hands.

He accepted it carefully, like it was more than paper and ink because it had passed through your hands.

His fingers brushed yours for a second, and he hoped you didn’t notice how quickly he tucked the notebook against his chest after.

“Thanks” he said softly.

You smiled again, rising to your feet. “Thank you, Dick. For the notes.”

He scrambled upright, a little too fast, nearly tripping on the mat edge in the process. “Anytime. Really. If you ever need… you know, help, or notes, or… anything.”

Your eyes lit faintly at the offer, like you believed him, like you thought he meant it (which he did, more than anything).

“That’s kind of you. I’ll see you in class.”

And with that, you turned and walked out as quietly as you’d come, leaving a trail of whispers behind from the classmates who had just watched Gotham Academy’s golden boy completely lose his cool.

One of the guys clapped him on the shoulder. “Man, you never fall. What was that?”

Dick rubbed his neck, trying to play it off with a grin. “Guess even I have off days.”

But as he watched the door swing shut behind you, his grin faltered into something softer. Because the truth wasn’t that he’d had an off day. The truth was, for the first time, flying hadn’t been the thing that made his stomach flip.

It was you.

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falling for you...literally

plot! this comes right from this request. soo as a lover of a slow burn dynamic i chose reader to be with the league of shadows, this is set in season 1.5 of young justice so that dick is still robin but he's older now. during a stealth mission something goes sideways really fast, the league of shadows wasn't supposed to be there, and neither were you. fem reader implied!

a/n: thanks for the request honey!! i haven't watched season one in a while so sorry if there are some mistakes. hope you enjoy!! actually i have other scenes in mind so i'm probably gonna write a part 2! i miss season one young justice and robin sooooooooooo much

The Gotham docks were wrapped in fog, every breath of the harbor air heavy with salt and rust. Shipping containers rose like steel towers in the gloom, stacked haphazardly in rows that formed a maze. Robin crouched high above on a crane, his domino mask adjusting between heat and motion detection.

“Four signatures” he muttered under his breath, watching red figures flicker across his HUD. Their movements were silent, calculated: no clunky boots, no chatter. Shadows. “We’ve got company.”

Aqualad’s calm voice answered through the comm, barely a whisper against the static. “Confirmed. I'll approach from the east.”

“Please tell me it’s not Klarion,” Wally groaned from somewhere below. “Or clowns. Or demon clowns.”

“Worse” Robin said, a smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth. “No glitter”

The Team fanned out. Artemis knocked an arrow, her shoulders tense. M’gann floated silently above the fog, scanning ahead. Superboy clenched his fists.

And then it started, fast and brutal.

A flash of silver sliced the air.

Artemis barely ducked before Cheshire landed on her, flipping the archer onto the asphalt as though she weighed nothing. The quiet dockyard erupted into chaos.

“Contact!” Aqualad’s order cut through the comm. “League of Shadows!”

“Knew it!” Wally shouted, already dodging a blade aimed at his ribs. “Why is it always ninjas?!”

From above, Robin spotted another figure moving with impossible grace across a container roof. He dropped silently behind them, birdarangs at the ready. He expected a grunt—another faceless Shadow.

But when the figure turned, it wasn’t a grunt.

It was a girl.

She was his age—maybe a little older—tall and lean, dressed in matte black leather that clung like a second skin. Her hair was pulled back into a tight tail. No mask. Just kohl-lined eyes that locked onto his. Eyes without hesitation. Without warmth.

Robin tilted his head, cocky as ever. “Don’t suppose you’re here for the dock tour?”

You didn’t answer. You just moved.

Fast. Precise. Unforgiving.

The first kick caught his ribs before he even processed it. He blocked the follow-up elbow, twisting his body to absorb the impact, but you were already there, slipping through his guard like smoke. No wasted motion. No sound.

He liked a challenge.

The fight was chaos wrapped in elegance—two trained combatants measuring, countering, adapting in seconds. He swept low at your legs; you backflipped clean over, palm-striking his shoulder hard enough to rattle his bones.

Robin grunted, flipping into a crouch. “Okay… not a rookie.”

You didn’t stop. You grabbed his wrist mid-strike, twisting sharply and forcing him off balance. He retaliated with a kick to your thigh, but you rolled with it, flipped over him in one fluid arc, and scissored your leg around his neck, using the momentum to slam him to the ground.

Somewhere across the yard, Wally’s horrified voice carried. “Is Robin—guys, is Robin actually losing right now?!”

Robin coughed, flipping himself backward to regain footing, blood on his lip. His grin flickered, sharper this time.

“You’re good.” He twirled an escrima stick. “But I’m better.”

He lunged low, feinted left. You read it instantly. You were learning each other’s rhythm, your strikes brutal and efficient, no theatrics. You finally landed a clean kick to his jaw, snapping his head sideways.

Robin stumbled, wiped blood from his mouth, and laughed under his breath. “You hit like you’ve got something to prove.”

Still no answer. Just those eyes.

He steadied, voice quieter now. “…Who are you?”

Your first and only words slipped out, calm and flat. “Not yet, Boy Wonder"

And then you were gone—vanished into the fog as an explosion rattled the dockyard.

By the time the smoke cleared, the Shadows had disappeared with their prize.

The Team regrouped, bruised and breathless.

“Okay,” Wally said, dragging a hand down his face, “we just got wrecked.”

“They were prepared,” Aqualad said, grim. “Too precise for coincidence.”

Artemis rubbed her shoulder. “That Cheshire freak had backup. Did anyone else catch the number of that truck?”

Robin stood apart, eyes fixed on the smoke. “Not a truck.”

The others turned to him.

“She wasn’t like the others,” he muttered. “No theatrics. No killing blow. Just… calculated.”

M’gann tilted her head, concerned. “That’s… good, right?”

Robin didn’t answer. He was still staring into the fog, searching for your silhouette.

A few days after the Gotham docks mission, mount justice’s systems are full of Shadow data, but Batman, Red Tornado, and the team still can’t identify the silent fighter Robin clashed with. The files are blank where your name should be, you must've been someone new, but for now you were just a shadow.

The mission was supposed to be surveillance. Instead, they walked straight into another League of Shadows operation. Chaos erupted. Blades against fists, smoke bombs in the dark.

“Seriously? Again?! They’re like roaches in leather!” Wally said while dodging blades thrown at him.

"Maintain formation!" Aqualad ordered his team but it was too late, Robin was down.

Now he sat in a rusted holding room, wrists shackled behind a pipe. His lip was split, breath steady but strained.

He muttered to himself, “Note to self: dodging isn’t flying. Don’t let Wally talk you into split-jumping off a truck again.”

The click of boots pulled him alert. He tensed.

You entered.

The same girl.

This time your hair was loose, shadowing your face. No mask. Just calm eyes, unreadable.

Robin grinned despite himself. “Well. I was starting to wonder if you were real, or just my brain’s idea of a fun hallucination.”

You didn’t reply.

“Back to finish the job, or just here to watch me die of boredom?” He asked tilting his head.

You crossed the room with silent, measured steps, stopping a few feet away.

His grin softened. “…You don’t talk much.”

“Why would I?” Your voice was quiet, smooth, detached, like each word was rationed.

“Politeness?” Robin tilted his head. “Friendly hostage banter?”

Still nothing.

He leaned forward slightly, curiosity sparking. “Last time we met, you broke my lip and disappeared. Very ‘murderous ballerina.’ You got a name?”

At first, just silence. Then—your lips twitched, almost a smirk. “Why do you want it?”

“Can’t exactly put ‘mysterious shadow girl’ in the mission report,” he said, eyes gleaming. “Doesn’t look professional.”

A long pause. Finally, softly you said your name

Robin repeated it under his breath.

The word sat heavy on his tongue, like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit.

He leaned back against the pipe, studying you. “You gonna tell me why I’m still alive?”

“No.”

You turned, walking for the door.

“You didn’t kill me last time,” he called after you. “Didn’t kill me this time. That’s not League protocol.”

“Maybe I’m not very good at following orders,” you said, never turning around.

The door shut behind you.

Robin sighed, letting his head fall back. “Well. That was informative.”

A sudden thwip cut the silence. A blade embedded itself into the wall, inches from his hand. The chain on his cuffs snapped clean.

Robin blinked, pulling his wrists free. It was one of her knives.

“…Yeah,” he muttered, rubbing his wrists. “Definitely not League standard.”

The Team gathered around the holo-table. Robin stood with his arms crossed, mask hiding his expression.

Batman’s voice came cold and low over the monitor. “You escaped.”

“Yeah,” Robin answered. “Eventually.”

“Who freed you?”

Robin hesitated. Just a fraction of a second. “…Did it myself.”

Aqualad’s eyes narrowed. “Robin. We need accurate intelligence.”

Robin shifted. “There was… a Shadow operative. Same one from the docks. The girl.”

Artemis frowned. “The quiet one? With the killer moves and the creepy staring?”

“She totally kicked your butt,” Wally added. “No shame, bro.”

“She got lucky,” Robin shot back, smirking. “Once.”

M’gann leaned in. “Did she… say anything?”

Robin’s gaze flicked briefly to the table, where a knife sat gleaming under the light. He hadn’t turned it in. Not yet.

“She said her name,” he admitted quietly.

The others waited.

Then he said it.

No recognition. No records. Not a single file.

“She is not in the database" Aqualad said after checking.

“Of course she’s not,” Artemis muttered. “The League doesn’t exactly hand out yearbooks.”

“Still,” Wally said, uneasily. “She let you go. What kind of Shadow does that?”

“Exactly,” Robin murmured.

Batman’s voice cut through the room. “Monitor her. If she appears again, do not engage alone. We don’t know her allegiance.”

Robin’s eyes stayed on the knife. His voice dropped so low it was almost to himself. “Maybe she doesn’t either.”

The next mission Batman assigned them was supposed to be an easy handling one: retrieve high-tech prototype stolen by Intergang operatives, intelligence traced back to League sources, in an abandoned underground power facility in Switzerland. The team’s goal is to get the device before it disappears into the black market.

Unbeknownst to them, the League of Shadows wants it too, and they're already there.

Snow swirled over jagged ruins, glittering faintly under a pale moon. The old facility hunched in the mountainside like a corpse of rusted steel and broken concrete. Wind howled through shattered windows, scattering flakes across the ground.

The Team crouched behind an outcrop of rock, eyes fixed on the half-buried structure. Robin adjusted his goggles, lenses flashing faint green as they scanned heat signatures. His cape shifted in the wind, snowflakes clinging to the black fabric.

Kaldur’s voice was calm over the comms. “Kid, secure the perimeter. Miss Martian, scan the upper levels. Superboy, Artemis—come with me. Robin, take the underground. That is where they will hide the prototype.”

“Always sending me to the creepy basements,” Robin muttered with a grin as he stood. “I feel so loved"

He didn’t wait for a reply. With a flick of his cape, he slipped into the shadows of a cracked shaft, dropping silently out of sight.

Darkness pressed down like a weight. Rusted platforms groaned beneath his boots. Old wires dangled like spiderwebs, dripping water onto the concrete. The air smelled of mildew and ozone, as if the place still remembered what electricity used to feel like.

Robin’s footsteps were soundless as he moved deeper. His voice murmured low into his comms.

“Visuals show two hostiles… wait—scratch that. Six. Looks like Shadows are playing scavenger too.”

Wally’s voice crackled back, half a whisper, half a whine. “Oh great. Can’t we just have one bad guy for once?”

Robin’s grin sharpened. He shifted along the catwalk, scanning the floor below. And then he froze.

Because across the fractured generator hall, in the eerie blue light of flickering panels, she stood.

You

Your black leather clung to your frame, hair pulled tight, eyes lifted. You moved like silence given form, striking down a guard with clean precision. And then your gaze flicked up, meeting his.

Robin felt his pulse jump. You stopped. Just a heartbeat. Then moved again.

His grin spread slowly. “There you are” he whispered.

You collided mid-motion, bodies spinning like dancers who both knew the steps—but this wasn’t a stage. This was instinct. Blades, fists, sticks. Strike, block, counter.

Robin swung his staff down toward your ribs. You caught it with both hands, twisted, and kicked off his chest, sending him staggering back a step.

“Still crashing parties that aren’t yours?” Robin taunted, recovering with a spin.

“Funny,” You said coolly, slashing upward with your blade. “I was about to say the same.”

He ducked, hair brushing steel. “You always show up when I least want you.”

Your boot swept at his legs, sharp and fast. “Trust me. The feeling is mutual.”

They broke apart for a beat, circling. Your chest rose and fell steady. His grin was sharp but his eyes were studying, calculating.

You darted first. Knife flashing. He twisted aside, but the blade skimmed his shoulder, slicing through fabric. He winced.

“Okay,” he muttered. “Definitely not flirting.”

You didn’t answer—just pressed forward.

Chaos reigned. Aqualad drove his water-bearers through Intergang brutes, holding the line as Artemis loosed arrows in quick succession.

M’gann hovered above, her voice tight. “Robin’s below! There’s a lot of movement—he’s not alone!”

Robin flipped a flash disk across the floor. It burst, filling the hall with choking smoke. Shadows swirled. For a heartbeat, you were gone.

Then—

BOOM.

One of the unstable generators erupted, metal screaming as sparks showered the chamber. The ground shuddered. Cracks split the floor.

Robin shouted, “Move!”

Too late. The floor gave way.

Concrete splintered. Both of you plummeted.

Robin groaned first, rolling to his side with a wince. His suit was torn at the shoulder, dirt streaked across his mask. “Ugh—note to sel,,” he muttered, pressing a gloved hand to his ribs, “next time, dodge before the blast.”

He turned his head, blinking through the settling dust. Someone else stirred. Leather creaked.

You pushed yourself up from the cracked ground, your hair matted with dirt, black leather scratched but intact. Your eyes locked onto him instantly—sharp, unreadable. Your lips curled slightly, not quite a smirk.

“Still alive, Boy Wonder?”

“Only just,” he grunted, sitting up straighter, cocking his head. “Thanks for the concern. Thought you Shadows were all about finishing the job.”

“I was,” she said dryly, stretching out a sore shoulder. “But now we’re both stuck. So… great plan.”

“Wasn’t my bomb,” Robin shot back, dusting off his glove. “Pretty sure that was your side’s idea of an exit strategy.”

You rolled your eyes and stood slowly, testing your balance. “Please. If it was my plan, we’d be gone. And you’d still be tied to a chair.”

“…Kinky,” Robin muttered under his breath.

You shot him a look.

He grinned. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

Robin’s eyes flicked to her. “You okay?”

You didn’t answer.

“Cool. Love the silent treatment,” he added, adjusting his arm with a wince. Probably dislocated. “Ten out of ten for dramatic tension.”

“I didn’t ask for commentary” you said sharply, eyes scanning the perimeter. Your voice was hoarse but cold as ever. The water was now creeping over your ankles.

Robin chuckled. “Didn’t ask, huh? Maybe I should write a handbook. Surviving Cave-Ins with a Shadow Girl Who Might Kill You.”

You looked over your shoulder at him. “You talk too much.”

“Occupational hazard.”

A beat of silence. Then a low groan echoed through the space — the ceiling above them shifted. A chunk of rock fell with a crack and splashed nearby. Robin flinched. You didn’t.

“How bad’s your arm?” you asked finally, still not looking at him.

Robin blinked. “…Wow. That almost sounded like concern.”

“It’s not.”

“Sure.”

You finally turned. The light above them was dim, coming from some cracked emergency panel, but your eyes locked on his arm.

“It’s dislocated.”

“Yup.”

You took two steps forward, squatted beside him, and without hesitation, grabbed his wrist.

“Whoa—wait—!”

CRACK.

“AH—! Jeez—!” Robin swore under his breath, gripping his shoulder. “Could’ve warned me!”

“I did.”

“No, you didn’t!”

“I looked at it.”

“That’s not a warning!”

Your gaze flicked to the rising water. “Get up.”

Robin grumbled but complied, pushing to his feet. His cape clung to his back, heavy with water. You moved first, wading toward what remained of a tunnel.

“No offense,” he said, limping behind you, “but you Shadows have terrible timing. Every time we cross paths, there’s some explosion, a cave-in, or an ambush.”

“Then stop getting in the way.”

“See, now I know you’re not over our last fight. Is this grudge thing going to be a recurring theme?”

You gave him a deadpan stare. “Yes.”

“Cool. Just checking.”

Robin leaned against a jagged wall, his arm now bound tightly in his cape like a sling.

“You know, for someone who kicked my butt two weeks ago and vanished into smoke, you’re not as scary up close.”

“Good,” you muttered. “I’m not here to scare you.”

He tilted his head. “Really? ‘Cause you’re doing great at it.”

You didn’t answer. The water was almost to your knees now.

Robin’s expression sobered slightly. “Hey… for real. Why’d you cut me loose last time?”

You stiffened. The question hung there, unanswered.

“You don’t have to tell me. I mean, mysterious ninja girl letting the hero live? Classic.”

Your gaze lowered. “I don’t kill unless ordered.”

“And they ordered you to kill me?”

A pause.

Then, softly: “No.”

Robin’s brow furrowed.

“Then why didn’t you bring me back?”

You didn’t reply.

The silence stretched.

Suddenly, a deep rumble echoed around them. Then a sharp crack overhead. The ceiling gave way — not all of it, but enough for a surge of water to come crashing in from the side. Robin lunged, pulling you backward as the current hit them both hard.

You both slammed against the wall, soaked and groaning. Robin coughed.

“Okay—this just became a really bad day.”

You, drenched, shoved wet hair from your face, glaring at him.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.”

He raised his hands. “Right. Duly noted.”

Robin’s grin faded. His eyes sharpened. “So you're what—freelance assassin now?”

Your gaze stayed on the cracked wall. “I’m nothing.”

Robin tilted his head, voice softer. “That’s not true.”

You snapped her eyes to him, glare sharp.

He shrugged, smirking faintly through the pain. “You’re extremely annoying. That counts as something.”

“If I had a knife, I’d stab you right now.”

“You did stab me,” he shot back. “Shoulder. Like, fifteen minutes ago.”

“Should’ve aimed higher.”

Robin laughed under his breath. The sound echoed oddly in the cavern.

The Team regrouped around the holo-table.

“We’ve lost Robin’s signal,” Aqualad said evenly, though his eyes betrayed worry.

“What do you mean lost?” Wally snapped, pacing. “Like, ‘out of range’ lost, or ‘buried alive with some ninja girl’ lost?”

M’gann gasped softly. “He was fighting one of the Shadows when the explosion happened—”

“We don’t know what happened,” Kaldur corrected firmly. “But we must assume he is alive. And we must locate him.”

Artemis folded her arms tightly. “If he’s with them, we’ll need backup.”

Conner’s fists clenched. “Then let’s stop talking and find him.”

Above, the Team triangulated Robin’s broken tracker. “They’re underground,” M’gann said, eyes glowing. “I can feel him.”

“Then we move,” Kaldur ordered.

At the same time, Sportsmaster and his Shadows advanced from the opposite side. One operative, the tall man with burning eyes, moved with sharp urgency.

Light cut through the cavern as debris shifted. M’gann’s voice echoed. “Robin!”

From the other tunnel, Shadows poured in—led by Sportsmaster, and the tall operative who went straight for you.

He gripped your arm sharply. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine” you said, pulling back.

His eyes flicked to Robin, hostility sharp. “You let him touch you?”

Your jaw tightened. “I wasn’t letting him.”

Robin smirked faintly, bruised but standing. “Relax, Shadow-boy. She hates me just as much as you do.”

Aqualad’s voice cut firm. “Robin. Report.”

Robin wiped blood from his cheek, standing straighter. “Underground dungeon, rapid flooding, hostile company. Pretty typical day.”

Wally zipped in, grinning in relief. “You look like a wet bat.”

Robin ignored him. His eyes flicked to you.

You met his gaze. Not a glare. Not soft either. Something in between.

“You’ll see me again” you said quietly.

Robin’s grin widened faintly. “Count on it.”

And like smoke, you were gone again.

The bio-ship hummed as it cut through the rain-heavy skies, sleek and silent despite the storm thrashing outside. Water streamed down the organic windows, blurring the city lights below. The only sound inside was the low thrum of the engines—and the unspoken tension thickening the air.

Every set of eyes was on Robin.

He sat near the rear, shoulders hunched against the cold paneling, cape heavy and sodden against the floor. Mud streaked across his mask, plastered his dark hair to his forehead. A deep gash marked the sharp line of his jaw, and his right arm hung stiff at his side, the shoulder wrenched out of place. He was bruised, dripping, clearly exhausted, but his arms were crossed like a shield, his chin tilted in defiance.

No one dared to speak at first. M’gann kept her eyes forward, both hands steady on the controls, guiding them home. Superboy lingered at the back of the ship, arms folded, silent as stone. Kaldur had taken a calm, patient seat across from Robin, waiting for him to begin. Artemis leaned forward in her chair, restless, chewing back the question burning on her tongue.

It was Wally, of course, who finally broke the silence.

“So, uh… mind telling us how exactly you ended up trapped underground with one of the League of Shadows’ top agents?”

Robin let out a short exhale—half a laugh, half annoyance. “Well, we fell.”

Wally blinked at him. “No. No-no. That’s not an answer. That’s a setup for a joke. Like, ‘We fell—’” He made an exaggerated boom sound with his mouth and threw his hands up. “—‘into a secret romantic cave!’” His grin stretched wide. “C’mon, dude, what actually happened?”

Kaldur’s voice cut cleanly through Wally’s antics. “Start from the beginning, Robin.”

Robin tilted his head, that faint smirk tugging at his mouth even through the bruises.

“Relax, Aqualad. It wasn’t a date.” He lifted his good shoulder in a shrug, wincing at the movement. “Unless you count an explosion, a rockslide, mild concussion, and a flash flood as… romantic ambiance.”

The words were dry, sharp-edged with humor, but Artemis caught the wince in his shoulder. Her brow furrowed.

“You’re hurt” she said flatly.

“I’ve had worse” Robin answered, brushing it off with that familiar bravado. Then, quieter, almost slipping out:

“She didn’t do it. Not on purpose, anyway.”

That single word—she—hung in the air. The others caught it immediately.

M’gann’s voice was soft, uncertain. “You mean the girl. The one who helped you escape before.”

Robin didn’t answer right away. His gloved fingers tapped an absent rhythm against his utility belt, buying time, weighing what to say. At last, he inclined his head.

“Yeah. She was there again. We both went after the target. She wanted whatever intel the Shadows were sent to grab, we were after the same. Got in each other’s way. Again.”

Superboy’s arms tightened across his chest. His tone was flat, suspicious. “And then you fell into a hole?”

Robin’s smirk returned, tired but unshaken. “You say that like I planned it. Blame the villain’s deathtrap. Explosions happened. Ceiling caved in. She and I were in the same tunnel. Whole place collapsed. Next thing I know—” He paused, his voice losing its edge. “—we’re under a few tons of dirt and metal, barely breathing. Water coming in fast. No backup. No exits.”

The silence this time was heavy. The team exchanged uneasy looks.

Kaldur leaned forward, voice steady, calm. “She didn’t leave you there.”

Robin’s eyes flicked up, sharp, serious. “No. She didn’t.”

The words landed harder than expected. Wally sat up straighter. “Wait. She saved you?”

Robin shook his head. “Not exactly. I was the one who pulled her out of the water.” He hesitated, something unreadable crossing his expression. “She told me not to touch her.”

Artemis snorted under her breath. “Well, now that sounds like a Shadow.”

Robin chuckled softly to himself, low enough it almost went unnoticed. “She’s… complicated.”

M’gann’s brow creased as she guided the ship. “But she’s still one of them.”

Robin didn’t flinch. His answer was immediate. “I know.”

Another silence fell, colder this time. And then Wally, because he couldn’t help himself, blurted out:

“Okay, but like… is she hot?”

Artemis turned her head sharply. “Wally.”

Robin didn’t even bother answering. He just tipped his head back against the paneling with a groan, as if physically willing himself not to react.

The bio-ship descended smoothly onto the mist-shrouded ridge of Mount Justice. The hatch hissed open, the night air rushing in, damp and cool.

Robin was the last to rise, his limp slight but unmistakable as he followed the others down the ramp. Kaldur touched his arm gently before he could step away.

“You will speak to Batman?” Kaldur asked.

Robin gave a crooked smile. “I’ll tell him what he needs to know.”

Wally, irrepressible as ever, clapped him on the back with a grin. “You’ve got it bad, man.”

Robin snorted. “For someone who tried to drown me?”

“Exactly!” Wally shot back, triumphant.

Robin only shook his head, a smile tugging faintly at his lips as he stepped into the mist, unreadable.

He twirled the knife you left between his gloved fingers with practiced ease, the blade catching the dim light. His thoughts replayed like static—mud, water, your voice in the dark.

Don’t touch me.

Cold. Sharp. A warning.

And yet… you hadn’t left him. Not when you could have.

Robin’s fingers tightened around the weapon. The corner of his mouth pulled in a grim, unreadable line.

You were a Shadow. An enemy. A risk.

But you were also the one who stayed.

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HAVE YOU EVER SEEN SOMETHING SO BEAUTIFUL IN ALL YOUR LIFE...

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how much chaotic energy can be locked in one girl

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"a girl is damned if she does, damned if she doesn't" - my professor

if this isn't stephanie brown......................

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“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

Featuring; Damian, Tim, Jason, Dick and Bruce

Batboys x gn!reader

Note: Reaching a new level of delusion with this but they’ve all lived in Gotham so this wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that’s happened to them. These aren’t my messages.