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thatgirlsza · 2 years ago

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Late Night Activities ♡

Dick Grayson/Nightwing x Reader

Angst with fluff, Post break up, misunderstandings, drinking, confessions, making up.

4 weeks ago.

You had ended things with Dick; it was the most painful thing you had to do to yourself. But you did it out of respect for yourself. He was never home, especially at night. He would leave you to sleep in a cold bed during the latest hours, and you would hear him shift out of bed until she shut the door behind you, leaving you to cry until you fell back to sleep. He was never available for you, always claiming he was busy but coming home with countless bruises. It made you sick and worthless; you couldn't take it anymore, so you ended it. That day, you saw him cry and beg, but you simply said, "You know why?"

You thought of that as you looked at the mirror, making the wing of blue eyeliner. You smile instantly, and thoughts of regret run through your mind. Lana turned and looked at you through the mirror with a hearty smile. "Hey, are you thinking about Dick?" She questioned applying her red lipstick. You nodded slightly, and she just smiled, rubbing your back gently. Feelings started to swell in your eyes as you tried to fight them back, looking down at the bag of makeup in front of you. You felt a painful slap on your back and looked up to see a mildly tipsy Sonia. "Screw that son of a bitch; tonight we forget about all life's problems; we'll deal with them along with our headache tomorrow." She said she was handing the two of you a shot glass of blue liquor. It smelled sweet and sour and made your nostrils burn slightly. You grimaced at it, and Sonia smiled, claiming it was the good stuff, raising her glass up. You and Lana did the same. "Tonight, we dance, we drink, and we leave our problems behind. As well as pants." She yelled before you all tapped your glasses down on the counter and raised your heads to scorch your throat with the sour liquid. It made your face contour uncontrollably and your tummy warm. Lana coughed and yelled if Sonia tried to poison you, but she just answered, saying it was warheads liquor. The banter continued to make you smile. They were right; tonight was yours—no more Dick, no more sadness.

For Dick, however, it was all work. After you left him, he picked up extra hours and cases to take away the pain and his mind off of you. Yet each lonely night he spent on rooftops, instead of missing you and your soft body back at home, he would think of the last thing you said to him before walking away forever. "You know why?" He would often wonder what it was. Was it because you found out about him being Nightwing, was it his bad habit of leaving while you were asleep and scaring you by coming in the morning, or was it because of the little black box that was in the dress suit he never wore? The little looped sliver has a simple diamond on it. Was it because you were scared of it or because you simply didn't love him enough to accept it? Dick would always ask the same thing, wondering if what you two ever had was real for you as much as he had believed it was for you two.

However, with much convincing on the Wally side, he was out on an undercover 'investigation' at a club down town with Wally, Viktor, and Garfield. It was the boy's way of getting his mind off of you, but he had seen right through it because Viktor and Garfield were the worst for said missions. Alas, he went along with the idea, and now he was at the club with louder, booming music and the scent of sweat and sex lingering in the air. He was down with Viktor while Garfield had gone to destroy a few shots, and Wally was flirting with a cute blonde who wore a small black dress and sharp red bottom heels and had her back turned to Dick. He smiled at his friend, and Wally gave him a smug look before going back to working his charm. "Amazing how he can do that." Dick mentioned looking down at his glass of golden whiskey on the rocks. He didn't usually drink alcohol and had a few sips, so he was still pretty much sober. He played with the glass a bit, looking down as the golden liquid danced between the ice.

"Think about her again?" Viktor asked, placing his drink down. It was a summer orange and had a granish of grapefruit and mint. Dick shifted in his seat at the question, nodding once. "Well, she was my world." Viktor grimaced. "Have you guys talked at all after?" "No, she blocked me, and I'm letting her have her space because it's clear I hurt her." Dick took a deep breath, looking up at the dance floor and narrowing his eyes as if the conversation was making him feel pain. "Damn, well, what would happen if you saw her on the street or on a mission?" "Hey, stop with all that shit; he's supposed to get over her while she's here." Wally said, sliding into the booth beside Viktor, making him huff out a sigh of defeat. "Anyway you see that blonde, her name is Lana. She was cute and shy, and she came with friends." He said, smiling widely at his friends, and right on que Garfield came; however, Dick continued to look at the dance floor, now looking as if looking for something or someone. "Watcha say Dickie, wanna go and-""Its her." They all stopped and looked at Dick in shock. "The hell do you mean her?" Garfield asked, slightly slurring at his mild drunkenness. Dick got up instantly. "It's (name)." He had seen you dancing in the crowd with a drink in your hands and a smile on your face. And so he made his way through the crowd, and all he could think about was the cyborgs question, "What would you do if you saw her again?" He didn't have an answer now, but he knew that once he got to you, he would.

You felt a feeling on your wrist that made you open your eyes and follow the leather jacket that was on your wrist. Your eyes met with his blue, and you felt your stomach turn and your arm let go of your party cup. "Dick." You whispered, the feeling of his warmth moving up your arms and tugging painfully at your heart. His eyes began to tear up as she pulled you into his chest, but you stuck frozen, stiff in his hold. His arms were warm and comfortable, and the feeling that had made you miss him more was the thought of how he held another woman like this. It made you feel weak and want to push him off, but you wanted back so badly. You began to feel your eyes tear up at the feeling of your logic fighting with your emotions and needs as a result of the alcohol in your system. Your arms unconsciously come up to create a space between his warmth and your body. Palms slightly pushing his chestback slightly. He backs off your body slightly, but his hold doesn't rest on your waist. You didn't want it too.(Name) I miss you so much. I'm so sorry. Please just let me say my piece; after that, you can walk out of my life forever.Somehow you were able to hear his whisper even as the music made your ear bleed and the sweat-stained bodies around you moved. In fact, you had paid it any mind because it was just you and Dick in that moment. You nodded and followed him out of the club.

Outside the cold bit at your skin, you were barely able to stand straight as you looked at the concrete pavement. You wanted to speak to him nevertheless. As drunk as you are, you need to know why he cheated on you when you were so happy together, or at least you thought. You wrap your arms around your figure and feel the soft, fuzzy inside of his jacket wrap around your shoulders. You knew the feeling better than anyone, as well as the musk of it, which made you sick. You heard him clear his throat and looked up to see him holding the back of his neck with a tiny strawberry on his cheeks. You remembered that tint and that stance. The first time the two of you met in a library, the first time he asked you to dinner, the time he kissed you, you hid under a table at a coffee table because you saw your mom there and she didn't know you had moved on, the first time the both of you had made love, the time he asked you to move in with him. All those moments flood your head, make your heart ache more, and make your tears fall out of your eyes. The memories were filled with love and warmth, all for them to fake, to all fall away into a gutter, and you felt as if you were never enough for him. You imagined he would time the same gorgeous smile to charm another woman, hold her like he did you, kiss her like he did you, touch her, and she would be happy, and so would he, as she had what you lacked. You couldn't take it anymore. "What was it I don't have, Dick?" You cried before he could get a word out. You grabbed his collar and felt his body,his blue eyes looking down at you in wonder. "What?" You press your face into his shirt and begin to bang at his chest with your small, lost fists, and his hands snake around you to make sure you don't get hurt. "What didn't I have that made you go to another woman when I was asleep in your bed? Was it my cooking, my attitude, my face, my body, my family?" You sobbed more into his shit, blavk, and blue of your make-up smudged onto the shirt. "(Name), what are you talking about?" "Tell me why you cheated on me! Tell me, damn it! Tell me, Dick!" You began to yell before looking up at his soft blue eyes, tinted cheeks, soft lips, and dark hair. "So I can fix it because...because I still love you, Dick. I don't want to let go or believe we were all in my head."

Dick looked down at your teary face and felt his heart get stabbed at each of your words. He scoped you up and looked at you, your heels a few centimeters off the floor and your eyes lined with them. "(Name), you thought I was cheating on you?" You whimpered and looked away, sobbing quietly. "Oh baby," He slid his knuckles down your face as one arm held you. A small smile plastered on his features at your skittishness, his smile coming from the fact that you didn't leave him because you didn't love him but because you had assumed he was a cheat! "I would never do that, especially to the woman I wanted to marry." Dick placed his index finger under your chin, lifting your face up to gaze into his loving gaze. "Which is and will only be you, (Name)?" You bit the inside of your cheek at how his eyes shimmered as he looked at you. The look of love and adornment masks his features. Dick looked so handsome, you thought. "Than why would you leave at night and come home with bruises and never have rime for me?" You asked while fiddling with your finger on his chest. That's when he froze. It had suddenly struck him that if he wanted to keep a relationship with you and even a marriage, you needed to know the whole truth about him and who he really was. But Dick dared not tell you while you were drunk and teary-eyed that not only would you overreact, but you'd probably cry and call him a liar.

Looking down at you, he saw how your eyes glossed, waiting for his response, and all he did was sigh. "(Name): I love you, but I need you to be sober when I tell you this." Again, your eyes became teary. "But Dick..." "No, but I need you to be on your right mind when I tell you this, because it is going to determine our whole life together." Looking into his eyes, you could see his seriousness behind it as well as the truth. You dried your tears and pressed your head into his chest. "Okay, but on one thing." He hummed. "Please kiss me." Dick than smiled at the lady in his arms; she was cute and unique to him; he loved her from her speech to her curves, her attitude, even her scent. "Of course." He kissed the top of his head as he walked in the direction of her apartment with her in his arms.

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The next morning, when (name) woke up, she could see the world spinning around her and the feeling of warmth behind her, which she had become unfamiliar with as of late, but she just knew how it got there. Turning, instead of seeing a stranger, she saw Dick cuddled up to her with his mouth slightly open and his hair wild on her pillow. He took the classic stance that he slept with his mind clear and his heart at ease. Suddenly the flash of the past flashed before her eyes, and she could not remember how pathetic and ridiculous she sounded. Groaning, she covered her burning face with her hands and sobbed into them.

"Good morning, beautiful. I take it you remember what happened last night." Dick's voice did not even phase her, as she was a ball of embarrassment. "Erase it all from your memory," (name) said in between her hands. "Even you said you loved me when you asked me to just come at you when I was getting you dressed last night." The result of Dick's teasing led to him having a pillow shoved into his face. His response was to grab his hand by her waist and pull her close, which made her let her hands down and smile as he held her in his arms. They stayed like that, entwined in one another for a few minutes, until (name) broke the silence. "Last night you said you would tell me about that thing." She was quiet, as I'd thought she was afraid of the question. Dick took a deep breath and held her even closer. Fear fills his chest as his mind wonders to the worst of places, but he has promised to tell her the truth.

"Look, don't freak out," she stiffened in his arms. "When I was going out at night, I was for work and not the office job. That's not a real thing; I didn't give you an office job." "Than lied to me for 2 years. What do you do?" (Name) asked as she rose off his chest. "(Name), please relax; this is rather sensitive." They looked at one another in the eyes as tension rose in the air. "Okay.Thank you, (Name). I need you to understand that the reason I lied about my job and I would go out at night was because I'm... Nightwing." "Are you fucking kidding, Dick?" She looked into his deep blue eyes in irration, but they didn't waver; there was not a hint of desperation in them. "You are serious." He nodded.

"Holy hell, I'm dating Nightwing."

#dick grayson #nightwing #x reader #fem reader #nigthwing x reader #fluff

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postmortemnivis · 2 months ago

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“s’getting long again, mh?” you murmured, running your fingers through his dark hair.

dick hummed, too sleepy to come up with an answer or one of his playful remarks.

lazy mornings with dick were your favourite part of the day, the way he’d cling to you and softly call your name in your hair.

“long night?” you asked softly, your fingers tangling and gently tugging at his locks.

“yeah…” he grumbled, rubbing his cheek on your chest, nose nuzzling in the crook of your neck as his arm tightened his grip on your waist.

dick was like that, he never talked about his nighttime patrolling, but he always came back bruised and scratched, back into your welcoming arms.

you treated him like the prodigal son coming back home, you disinfected his cuts while he scolded you about staying up late, and you’d shrug him off saying you liked waiting him up, that you didn’t like going to sleep alone in an empty bed.

he always apologised, telling you one day he’d be there with you every night to kiss you to sleep, and you nodded, both of you knowing it was a lie, and you’d fall asleep together in the first hours of the morning, while the sun was starting to rise from the thick clouds that always covered the gloomy blüdhaven sky.

most of the times you’d fall asleep on the couch while waiting, the old leather smelled like him and when he scooped you up in his arms you’d mumble something about it being comforting. dick’d kiss your forehead with a chuckle and lay you down on the bed, where you’d immediately roll onto his side of the bed to breath into his pillow.

other nights you’d fall asleep on the bed with a book in your hands, sometimes an empty mug that still smelled of chamomile, and he’d gently nudge you to lay you down on the mattress when he’d get back.

the morning light was pale, soft—lazy, like the rest of the world had agreed to sleep in with you, the curtains half drawn.

you woke up to the sound of soft, scarce raindrops tapping rhythmically against the bedroom window, like the world was still dreaming.

dick smelled of the laundry detergent you used mixed with that smoky, rusty scent he always carried home from patrol.

you could tell he was awake, but barely. eyes half-lidded, black hair sticking up in every direction, a faint shadow of stubble along his jaw.

you shifted slightly, stretching out your heavy limbs, and he groaned, burying his face deeper into your shoulder.

“no,” he said, voice gravelly and raspy with sleep. his strong arm tightened his hold on you. “you’re not allowed to move, bed rules.”

you smiled, hand reaching up to tangle in his messy hair again. “pretty sure that’s not a real rule.”

“it is. just made it, effective immediately.”

“that how it works? nightwing has that power?”

“mhm,” dick mumbled, his voice muffled by your skin. “i save the city, i deserve one lazy day.”

you huffed a soft laugh, turning your head to meet his sleepy gaze. he looked wrecked, hair a mess, eyes barely open, a faint scratch across his tan skin, but somehow it just made him more beautiful, real. yours.

you could see a fresh bruise blooming along his ribs, his lips brushing the curve of your neck with every breath.

“you were out late.” you murmured, brushing your thumb along the scratch on his cheekbone. “didn’t even hear you coming in.”

“didn’t wanna wake you.”

“you never do, you just crawl into bed like a ninja of the night and steal all the blankets.”

“that’s slander,” he whispered, eyes falling closed again. “i bring warmth. and charm. i’m a joy to be around, really.”

you let the silence stretch out, fingers tracing lazy shapes on his shoulder blades. outside, a car honked in the distance, a bird chirped outside your apartment. somewhere, life was starting with spring’s slow awakening—but in here, time felt slower, softer.

“you staying?” you asked, voice soft, pressing your lips to his head to place a soft kiss there.

dick nodded against your skin. “yeah, m’not going anywhere.”

and you believed him.

because here, in the quiet aftermath of his chaos, in the warmth of tangled sheets and sleepy kisses, this was the version of him no one else got to see, this was your version of dick grayson, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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wobuffetbreakfast · 7 days ago

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breakup ? blurbs

tags : breakup angst , communication problems on jason's , falling apart on dick's and tim's part , self doubt and worth , yandere at tim's part slightly

pt 1 (you are currently reading it) , pt 2 (coming soon)

JASON TODD (dc comics)

"i see that you moved on ."

see , the thing about jason peter todd is , that he yearns , he yearns so much , almost as if his heart might overflow . this poor boy has held back on so many things in his life , his love of books , his love for batman , although he is begrudging in it , his love for robin and how much that mattered to him . the thing with jason is that he doesn't risk to fight for certain things he needs in his life , resigning himself to the fact that he can never earn it , as if someone like you would love an undead zombie like him .

see , you tried . you tried your level best , you managed to break down some of his walls , but a relationship is meant to go both ways . you seek stability from him , something that he feels hesitant to give .jason feels scared opening up , darling , his heart is made of glass , jagged edges all around , enclosed under a cemented cage . he cannot help it as you move away from him like sand slipping from his fingers , as he desparately tries to grab the remaining , but fails , resigning himself to the fact.

as he watches onto your apartment , from the rooftops of gotham , with your new partner , jason can't help , but feel barren . there are certain demons that he was born with , and certain demons he made along the way making him who he is now . the echoes of his apologies and unspoken words hang heavily in his heart , bellowing a stormy breeze .

DICK GRAYSON (dc comics)

"it was probably never meant to last."

to capture dick grayson's heart is a feat , but to keep it is even greater.

your relationship at first was textbook cute , he buys you flowers , you go out on dates and all of that , and you were stupid enough to indulge in the fantasies he bought you to. thirty years down the lane , with a house and kids , who didn't dream of it especially with gotham's golden boy ? you did and the price you payed for it hurt so much . it started with the little lies , "babe , im fine." , "babe can we not go anywhere today ?", "sweetheart , i need to go somewhere , not now " . eventually these little lies build up into a mountain , causing cracks in the seemingly perfect facade richard grayson made for himself . somedays he comes with terrifying wounds that you wonder where he got from . he can't tell you that he is nightwing , obviously.

for richard grayson , closure comes from people he knows really well , and totally not civilians like you who didn't know what he went through. technically he didn't tell you anything about him , at all , from family , all you knew he was adopted by a seemingly well off family , after a troublesome event . the questions never went further than that.

eventually , the breaking point came in when he mumbled someone else's name in his sleep . you didn't understand who it was , a childhood friend he still hadn't gotten over , probably ? that was enough to make you pack your bags and leave .

"i can't do this anymore , dick , i'm tired ." and you leave , as nightwing's eyes follow you .

you hope grayson and yourself are happier that way .

TIM DRAKE (dc comics)

"we said we were alright , but look how our paths intertwine ."

maybe it was your fault , maybe it was timothy's fault . it eventually ended up in both of your separation , but it didn't change the fact that both of you still had feelings for each other .

his daily routine was sometimes too scary , staying up each night to solve case after case , souls after souls . to keep up with tim's brillaint mind was a herculean task , which made you wonder how to keep your pace with him . by the time you knew something , he had already figured it out , and he had an annoying tendency to remain secretive even when needed .

"come to sleep , tim ." you had said tiredly , rubbing your eyes as you blinked at your boyfriend who stared at the screen , unflinching .

"not now , i'm not finished ." there it was , the usual dialogue . you have no idea how many times you had heard it . your shoulders heaved as if carrying the weight of the whole world as you exited the room , not unnoticed by tim .

it was no shock to him that you decided to separate out with him .

"it's not working out ." you said , "i need time on myself ," you responded . and tim nodded along , all the while supportive . he always was , wasn't he ?

yes he was , precisely the reason he started watching you in the sidelines , tracking you as precise as a hawk , as unbeknownst to the robin .

he is protecting you , can't you see ? in his own little way .

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im-frnk · 1 month ago

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Very very self-indulgent insert with two of my fav characters ❤️💙

First time doing a drawing like this 😬

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jiimeniita · 2 months ago

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went on ome tv and uhhhh

soooo anywaysss

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ladygatuna · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1: The good Son returns home

"Everything will be different, there's no need to be afraid."

This phrase reverberated incessantly in Veronica's mind. Your hands are shaking, your breathing is ragged, each step is a challenge. He felt on the verge of collapse, staggering and bumping into people. Passersby in Gotham cast disdainful glances, murmuring about yet another addict on the run. She didn't blame them.

Gotham. The city remained unchanged, still exuding its putrid odor, and criminals continued to sneak through the dark alleys. The same Gotham she had left, perhaps a little less degraded than she expected. After all, she had abandoned her duty, running away at the first chance. When he looked up, he saw a large bat symbol lighting up the sky. Something new. Something that seemed to frighten criminals. But why? Bats weren't that terrifying.

Or were they?

A few hours earlier, she had left the portal that brought her back to a dark and dirty alley, her last memory of the city. "Damn, it's the bat!" someone had exclaimed, and his heightened senses went on alert. A glass bottle whizzed past his head, with almost no time to dodge. When he turned around, he saw three men crouched, huddled and shaking. As they approached, they jumped to their feet with mischievous smiles.

"I didn't say it was just an invention, guys! It's just a lost kitten!" shouted the loudest one. His stomach dropped at the last sentence. The look in those men's eyes said everything that was going on in their minds. She forgot that alleys in Gotham were the last thing to go into at night.

But something else was running through his head.

"Who the hell is the bat?" Her voice was weak, but she knew they heard her, as they flinched a little.

"Let's go, boss, this looks like a trap!" shouted the smallest of them, the most agitated, who was looking everywhere, especially upwards.

"Hold still, man," said the older one, pushing the younger one who fell to the ground. "You're going to scare the girl with your inventions!"

"It's not an invention, I saw him, damn it!"

Veronica stood still, observing the scene. Clearly, there were criminals hiding from this bat, perhaps a boss. But she wouldn't stay there to find out. His body was in survival mode, he just needed a warm bed. Taking advantage of their fight, she slowly left, so tired that she didn't hear the footsteps behind her. It all happened very quickly, with no chance of defense.

He felt his body being thrown against the wall, screaming in pain. Unfortunately, she still hadn't recovered from her old injuries or gotten rid of the toxin Miguel had injected into her. I wouldn't die, but the feeling was horrible. Miguel was now his number one enemy.

Before she could get up, the older man kicked her in the stomach, knocking the air out of her. Everything spun around again.

"Where do you think you're going, whore?" He screamed in her ears as he pulled her hair, dragging her back to the other two. "The night was difficult, we need fun!" His body was thrown to the ground violently, a crack was heard followed by crying.

Bones were the hardest to heal and the most painful. They ruined the entire process that Hobie had taken so long to complete. She heard the tallest one celebrating, clapping and praising his friend for getting a prostitute. They were so happy that they didn't notice when she stood up, her eyes lifeless and her pupils dilated. However, he didn't remember exactly what happened in the alley, just screams and the taste of blood in his mouth. The next thing he remembered was being on the streets, returning to his safe home.

Still looking at the bat symbol, Veronica hoped he wasn't a mafia boss who had taken over the streets, explaining the fear of criminals. But, she didn't have time now. I needed to rest. I wouldn't beat a man in that state.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she arrived in front of an apartment. It remained the same. I hoped nothing had changed. He climbed the wall to the fourth floor. Everything was silent. The balcony door had a curtain, which made her heart sink.

"What if she has moved?"

Building up courage, he knocked on the glass door, whistling a familiar lullaby. Silence took over the place, only the distant sounds of police cars and ambulances.

"Maybe she was sleeping."

It wasn't impossible, it was dawn. I needed to do it louder. Just as he was about to knock again, he heard heavy footsteps running up to the window.

Two beats, and the rest of the melody. Her heart jumped when she heard her friend's voice ask, "Are the owls free, sir?"

With joy, Veronica replied: "They have never been in prison, my child!"

The curtain was thrown aside, and the door opened. A tearful, red-haired figure appeared, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Hi, little orange," said Veronica, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

The night would be long.

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owlwithanapple · 1 year ago

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Bird & Fox

Chapter 5

Jason POV

In the morning before Y/N replied…

Dickhead made a willful request, so I went back to the manor eat the breakfast prepared by Alfred. I saw everyone woke up early in the morning and were doing their own things in the hall.

While Alfred hadn't prepared breakfast yet, I sat next to Tim who was working on his laptop, with my hands on my chest, leaning on the sofa in a daze. I couldn't help but glance at Tim, what was he doing on the laptop, and he also glanced at me.

"Ermm, hi." Tim greeted politely.

I poked him with my arm "Hey, what are you doing?"

I don't talk much with them usually. We only chat a few words when we meet occasionally. At most, we talk about patrols and missions. It makes me feel uncomfortable and awkward to talk with them.

He turned his laptop to show me. He was analyzing the relevant content of Kitsune. It carefully recorded every word said by the fox, her body reactions, equipment and movements.

"No flaws at all." Tim gave the answer.

I exhaled, "It seems that she is not a small character, especially her mouth."

Tim nodded, "Yesterday, not only Dick was flirted by her, but also Damian."

I stood up from the sofa, "Huh!? That demon brat was flirted by her?!

Hearing the word demon brat, Damian jumped off the sofa, walked in front of me and Tim and shouted, "I didn't!"

I covered my mouth and laughed, "Hahahaha! Demon brat! Congratulations on your peach blossom!"

Damian stamped his feet desperately, "I didn't! I just..." He whispered.

I put my palm behind my ear and approached him, "The hell? "

He turned his back to me, his ears slightly red. This kid is really easy to understand. It should be said that he has little experience in this kind of thing, he was fooled by Kitsune's sweet words.

I sat back on the sofa and said, "Haha, a kid is a kid." I mocked him.

He gave me the middle finger "Heh! You deserve to be used as bait by her."

I don't deny that she is good at choosing the right time, but I really can't swallow the fact she used me as bait. With her reaction speed, she can make changes so quickly, and I slightly recognize her ability.

However, this demon brat still makes me very angry. How can this guy make me angry every time I see him? And the most funny that he is Bruce's biological son.

Bruce closed the newspaper, "You two stop arguing."

Bruce's words, I and he remained silent didn't pursue it. He sat quietly next to me. I thought to myself this house has such a big living room and there are several sofas. Why does he have to sit next to me?

I poked him with my arm, "Hey, sit somewhere else."

He stuck out his tongue, "I don't want to."

Suddenly, someone came from behind hugged me and demon brat together, "Okay, okay, don't quarrel, get along well~" That person was Dickhead.

I shook off his hand, turned around and said with a smirk, "Hey, how many rounds can you take?"

He blushed and clarified, "Shut up! Don't mention it!"

"Hehe." We looked at the laughter, it was Bruce who was laughing.

Dickhead walked forward, "Bruce, no way, even you are laughing at me."

Bruce immediately clarified after hearing Dickhead's words, "No, I just feel happy when I see you guys making trouble sometimes, don't mind me."

I scratched my head awkwardly, demon brat looked in another direction, Tim's mouth corners slightly raised, Dickhead kept smiling and giving me thumbs up gestures, Bruce buried his head in the newspaper as usual.

Bruce occasionally said words like a father, I couldn't figure out his mind, I knew he wouldn't show his feelings on face, but his actions would show some fatherly little movements.

For example, when I returned to the manor, he was the first one hug me, a very tight and warm hug. At that time, I was so scared then pushed him away and turned away. From then on, Dickhead kept trying to find ways to resolve our differences.

I was very happy to return home, but I still couldn't get over that hurdle. Maybe I am too fragile and too sensitive. Every time I back, I am filled with anticipation and fear in my heart, but I am afraid that I will lose my mind again.

Tim touched my shoulder "Hey."

I was awakened by Tim, and my clenched fists unconsciously loosened "Hey."

"Would you like some coffee?" Tim was comforting me in his own way.

I touched his head "You are really addicted to caffeine. One for me."

Tim closed his laptop and left the sofa "Okay, okay, I'll try."

Demon brat on the other side whispered "Hey, are you free?"

"If you have anything to say, do it now." I said.

"Train with me later. You will be my opponent." He suddenly asked.

Not only me, but also Bruce and Dickhead were flattered. This was the first time I heard him say this. Usually Dickhead and Bruce trained him, and this was the first time he asked me.

He was so weird and abnormal today. I covered his forehead and said, "Hey, did you see a ghost? Or do you have a fever?"

He slapped my hand away and said, "Do you want to or not?!"

I took out my phone and saw that there was plenty of time. I clicked into the chat room but there was no reply from her. I was a little disappointed, but it was not good to force a meeting, and it was not good to get entangled, so I took back my phone.

I scratched his hair with both hands and said, "Okay, okay, I am happy."

Dickhead and Bruce were very pleased to see what I did. I was actually very happy in my heart. Although I hated this kid, he occasionally showed the attitude of wanting a brother, just like he wanted Dickhead.

Tim approached me and handed me the coffee. "Here you go."

I took it and raised my glass to his cup. "Cheers."

"Haha, it makes us look like we are drinking." He sat next to me.

I carefully put the coffee in my mouth and took a sip, savoring the warm coffee carefully. A strong aroma came to my face. No wonder Tim is addicted to caffeine. It can not only refresh the mind but also smell delicious.

"Ahem, everyone, breakfast is ready." Alfred popped up.

Bruce put down the newspaper and got up from the sofa. "Okay, kids, breakfast."

"Yahoo!" Dickhead screamed excitedly.

I got up and was about to go to breakfast but Alfred stopped me. "Master Todd, you are welcome to come back anytime. I am also looking forward to chatting with you."

I smiled and responded to him. "I will come when I can find time. I promise."

Alfred put his arm around my shoulders and walked to the dining hall together. Everyone sat quietly in their seats, except for idiot Dickhead, who was supposed to sit next to Bruce, but today he sat in my seat.

I stood behind him, "Hey, Dickhead, leave my seat."

He turned around and stuck out his tongue, "I don't want it. This seat is very comfortable."

"You bastard!" I pulled his collar.

"Ahem. Master Todd." Alfred stopped you.

I let go of his collar. Dickhead looked so proud that I really wanted to punch him. This guy always came up with bad ideas. I scratched my hair helplessly and sighed to calm down.

I moved closer to the seat next to Bruce, pulled out the chair and sat down quietly. I looked at the table full of delicious breakfast and the shiny tableware. I carefully took the tableware and put a mouthful of food into my mouth to chew.

Sitting next to Bruce made me feel weird and stressed. It was a very awkward feeling. It had been a long time since I had sat next to him to eat. Before, we were always at a distance from each other, but now he was so close to me. How could I start a conversation?

"Jason."

I heard someone calling my name, and I looked up at Bruce in the direction of the voice. He called me with a gentle expression, and I put down my cutlery and looked him in the eye.

"What's the matter?" I was a little embarrassed when he called me by my name.

Bruce turned his fork and was about to speak, and he swallowed his saliva "How are you getting along with your friends?"

I was extremely shocked when he suddenly mentioned Y/N. I put my hand on the back of my head awkwardly "Ermm..."

He looked at me in confusion, and my mind was blank. I didn't know what answer to give. I didn't know how to change the topic of her in the middle of the conversation, and I didn't know how to describe her to them.

"Break up?" Demon brat interrupted.

I gave him the middle finger "She and I, pure friendship, how can we break up?"

Tim tilted his head curiously "What's her name?"

Dickhead raised his hand "I want to know!"

I covered my face and didn't want to pay attention to them. Everyone was talking nonsense, acting like an idiot. I didn't hate this noisy atmosphere, I just wanted to keep her presence until we met and introduced her.

I hesitated for a moment, thinking about how to answer these questions. At this time, Bruce's hand was on my shoulder, which made me calm down immediately.

"Erm... she's a good person." I told him vaguely.

Tim looked confused, "What else?"

Dickhead interrupted, "What about the appearance? Where is the photo?"

Demon brat also intervened, "I'm more curious about who is not afraid of death and dares to be friends with you."

"You two are really nosy!"

Bruce covered his mouth and laughed quietly, "Are you happy to be with her?"

I turned to look at Bruce and nodded, "Yeah, happy."

Bruce nodded and smiled, feeling relieved, "I hope I can meet her one day. Talk to her again."

Tim took a sip of coffee and said, "It seems that you are very cautious about her. I am more curious about who is your true love."

"Yes, yes! Have you mentioned us to her?" Dickhead pointed at himself.

"I didn't tell her about my family affairs. I didn't think it was necessary." I said indifferently.

Dickhead complained, "You didn't introduce me, a handsome big brother, to her? How shameful!"

I glared at him, "I don't want her to know that Nightwing was foolishly flirted by Kitsune last night."

Dickhead stood up from his seat, "Not talk about that!"

"I can't stand it either. Cheesy love talk." Demon brat chewed his food.

Dickhead pointed at demon brat and complained to him, "You are the same! When Kitsune is mentioned, you blush!"

Demon brat stood up and retorted, "I'm not blushing!"

For some reason, they started to quarrel. I ignored them and continued to eat my breakfast. After eating, I cleaned up the dishes and took them to the kitchen, because the whole house was in a quarrel.

Just then, Bruce also walked into the kitchen and put the dishes aside. I opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of juice to pour into the cup. I also poured another cup and handed it to Bruce. He looked at it and smiled with relief.

"Thank you." He took the juice from my hand.

"You're welcome." I put the remaining juice back.

Bruce leaned next to me "Jason."

I looked at him "What?"

"You know I'm not very good at expressing my feelings, but I'm really happy for you."

"What did I do?" I was confused.

"You met a good girl."

I scratched my hair "Just friends, nothing else."

He chuckled and said "Whether friends or other relationships, I hope you can be happy."

I swallowed and my hands trembled slightly "Actually, I didn't tell her about our family affairs. I don't want her to be implicated."

Bruce nodded and smiled "I understand."

"I want to protect her." I smiled slightly.

Bruce took the empty cup from my hand "You can."

He put the cup in the sink, then put his arm around my shoulders and led me out of the kitchen. The other people looked at him in confusion but smiled. I looked particularly embarrassed but not disgusted.

Dickhead wanted to follow but stopped by Alfred. Alfred did this so that we could have our own father-son time without anyone interfering or disturbing our time.

Bruce and I talked a lot alone in the room, including about Y/N. It was still unbelievable that I had the opportunity to sit and chat with Bruce calmly like this.

I felt that someone was eavesdropping outside the door. I opened the door and saw three other people. I had no choice but to invite them to chat together. Y/N's matter should be kept secret from the three of them for the time being.

The topic of the long-lost family gathering together was not work, but the stupid things encountered in life. Looking at this scene, I really don't want it to disappear. I also want to protect this family, not as Red Hood, but as a son.

In the afternoon, we all stayed in the Batcave. Tim was busy with the computer as usual, demon brat and I were sparring with each other, while Bruce and Dickhead sat aside and watched.

Demon brat was trained as an assassin since he was a child so he already had the basics of fighting. Later, he was brought back by Bruce to be Robin and guide him. From the sparring, I could still feel his shortcomings.

He rushed towards me with a stick in his hand. I saw through his attack, grabbed the stick with my backhand, and threw him over my shoulder. He was a beat slower to react, and I threw him to the ground.

I sat cross-legged in front of him, "You are too naive."

He punched the floor with his fist, "Damn it! Do it again!"

Bruce stood up and was about to scold the demon brat. I raised my hand to tell Bruce to stop talking and just watch. I stood up and went to get another stick and took off my shirt. This time I would not fight with bare hands.

"Demon brat! How long are you going to lie down! Get your weapons!" I got ready.

"Jason..." Bruce whispered.

Dickhead patted Bruce on the back, "Let him go. You know his style of doing things. He won't be ruthless."

It seems that Dickhead still doesn't understand me. This time he is wrong. Whether I have a weapon or not, I can be ruthless at any time and thoroughly eliminate the enemy.

I did not show mercy to Demon Brat. The force of the shoulder throw just now was not strong, he must have been injured when his face hit the ground. He slowly got up from the floor, holding the stick tightly in his hand and wiping the blood from his nose.

"Demon brat! That's all you can do!" I mocked him.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "Shut up!"

Actually, I hope he can be more mature. Since he is Robin, he should be. He is an important person standing beside Batman. If he keeps rushing around and acting recklessly, he will sooner or later be stuck in a crisis and unable to survive.

Although my personality conflicts with his, we also have disputes because of our different tempers. It is indeed difficult to get along with people with different values. He is the one talks meanly and loves to be arrogant with a rude attitude. I don't know he inherited it from his father or his mother.

"Ha!" He hit me with a stick. I blocked his attack. He aimed at my feet at a fast pace. His judgment ability is good, but he was still careless. His expression completely exposed where he was aiming.

I turned over and kicked him in the chin with my heel. My kick confused him and his consciousness began to blur. I put the stick under his chin to make him look directly at my face.

"Listen to me, kid. I will only say it once. You are full of flaws."

I took the stick from his hand put it back in place, walked to the side to get a bottle of water, opened the cap poured it into my mouth, Alfred handed me a towel, I wiped the sweat off my body, after training I let my body regain its balance.

Dickhead left the chair and hurriedly tried to support demon brat, but was rejected by his weak hand. He walked towards me step by step, and I could hear his panting breathing.

"You..." He muttered softly.

I put down the water bottle and stared at him seriously, "What?"

"One more time!" He roared angrily.

"Damian! Enough!" Bruce pulled demon brat.

"Father! I can still do it!" Demon brat obviously couldn't afford to lose his self-esteem.

I couldn't stand his face, I grabbed his collar and pulled him in front of me, "You are still far away from beating me." I threw him to Dickhead and let him take over.

Dickhead carried demon brat away to treat his wounds. Alfred wanted to clean up but was stopped by Bruce. He asked the other two to leave the Batcave first. He wanted to talk to me alone.

I sat on the floor. "What's the matter?"

He shook his head quietly. "Nothing. It's been a long time since I saw you being so serious. It just reminded me of the past."

"Hey, Bruce, we can have a fight after a long time. Do you want to?" I knocked on the floor to challenge him.

He chuckled and got up from the chair and clenched his fists. "Come on. Let me see your strength."

I got ready for the fight. This was the long-lost pleasure. The person I always wanted to surpass, Batman Bruce Wayne, was right in front of me, without equipment, just bare hands.

A drop of sweat flowed from my forehead. Bruce punched me head-on. I didn't dodge his fists, but chose to face him head-on. I punched him mercilessly. I didn't feel pain from a heavy punch, but pleasure.

I aimed at the target and punched him in the stomach. He grabbed my hand with his backhand to defuse my attack. He grabbed my collar and tripped me to the ground.

He strangled my neck with his left hand and clenched his right fist try to hit me in the face. I subconsciously punched him in the abdomen to make him lose balance. I rolled to the side to keep a distance from him.

There was no anger in his eyes, but a reflection of the battle between two hounds, biting each other wildly until one of them fell to the ground. That was the real winner.

I took another step forward and rushed over. He put his hands in a defensive position. I aimed at his hands and punched them continuously until he put them down. He grabbed my fist in the next punch and hit my abdomen with his knee.

He was about to give me an uppercut, and I blocked his fist with both hands. This time I made a mistake, he stepped on my feet and threw me to the ground with the shoulder throw I used on demon brat.

I got up again and reached out to touch my chin. I noticed that my fingers were stained with blood. It was the injury from the head-on attack just now. I took a deep breath and adjusted my state to prepare for the second round.

Bruce wiped the blood from his mouth with his thumb. "Are you okay?"

I laughed. "That's what I was asking you. Round 2?"

I took my stance and walked in a circle, keeping a distance from Bruce. He had the same idea as me and did the same thing as me. It seemed that we were both unwilling to give in.

"Ding!" My phone received a message, but I ignored it.

"Don't you want to read it?" Bruce asked.

I nodded in agreement with Bruce's point of view and temporarily called a truce with Bruce. I scratched the back of my head, picked up a towel to wipe off the sweat on my body, and picked up my phone to see that it was her message.

🐶: Sorry! I stayed up all night last night and stayed up late!

I was so touched by her reply that I covered my mouth and laughed.

🐶: Are you there?

I laughed for a long time. I guess the uneasiness in my heart had disappeared so I could laugh out loud. At one point I had some wild thoughts that she didn't want to talk anymore. I was really too funny.

🏍️: Hi! I was busy just now.

🏍️: Have you eaten?

🐶: Just a glass of milk, I'll make a sandwich later.

🏍️: Very good, don't starve.

I want to ask her out, but I don't know what her hobbies and interests are.

Bruce approached me and asked, "How about asking her out to watch a movie?"

My eyes lit up, "It seems possible."

🏍️: Do you want to watch a movie together tonight?

🐶: You don't have work tonight?

🏍️: It's my day off today, I'm free.

🐶: Okay, see you tonight.

🏍️: It's a deal! I'll pick you up at 7 o'clock tonight.

🐶: See ya!

🏍️: Adios~

I looked at Bruce and smiled at him for a while. "I didn't expect that you were the one who gave me the idea of where to ask a girl out."

Bruce laughed. "Hahaha, who said I understand women's hearts."

I searched for movies to watch recently, and Bruce opened his phone and recommended that I ask her out to a drive-in theater. Usually, they go to the cinema, but this drive-in theater can bring her a surprise.

I laughed and praised him. "You are still good at picking up girls."

Bruce patted my back. "I believe you don't just want to covet her body."

"Your words are very vulgar." I punched him lightly.

"Hahaha, bring her back next time so that I can see her." Bruce mentioned.

"Actually, when I drove your car to pick her up, she asked me to introduce you to her." I said with a smile.

Bruce tilted his head. "Then?"

"I told him not to hit on you. You are already old." I mocked him.

"I am still confident in my charm because I have lot of money." Bruce laughed.

"Is this a so-called dad joke?" I mocked him.

Bruce tilted his head and gave a sly smile, "I just want to see my son's future wife."

I raised my middle finger, "Pure friends, Bruce."

He grabbed my middle finger, "I also have pure friendships, in bed."

This fucking Bruce and I were joking and chatting, Dickhead brought demon brat to us. The kid still had a sour face on his face, and his face was covered with traces of being beaten by me.

"Why did you two suddenly fight?" Demon brat said.

I shook my shoulders, "We just sparred when we were bored. Nothing else to do."

Bruce approached demon brat, "Does it still hurt?"

Demon brat's response was just shaking his head. Bruce breathed a sigh of relief and his expression was a little relieved. Dickhead scratched demon brat's hair, which reminded me that he used to do this to me.

"Hey, annoying guy." Demon brat approached me and looked up at me.

"What?"

He pointed at my chest muscles and asked, "How big are your boobs?"

What kind of joke is this kid playing? I was stunned. I squatted in front of him with a smirk on my face, "What? Want to touch it?"

Dickhead also squatted down and took a closer look, "Indeed, really big."

I raised my middle finger, "This is called chest muscles! You idiots!"

Tim came to intervene, "I want to touch it!"

I stood up stepped back a few steps. The three of them raised their hands and wanted to attack my chest muscles. I immediately dodged them. These idiots are so fucking perverted!

"That's enough!" I yelled.

Suddenly Dickhead grabbed me from behind and shouted, "Now!"

"Fuck you! Let me go! Idiot! Don't come near me!"

During the play, Bruce sat aside and laughed hard. Dickhead held me tightly let demon brat and Tim touch my chest muscles. This should be the worst moment in my history.

I felt helpless even struggling. At this time, Alfred came into the Batcave with lunch. Seeing the scene in front of him, he immediately turned his back and laughed. I could hear Alfred's whisper from a distance.

I was topless, and my brother were sexually harassing my chest muscles. At this moment, I couldn't let Y/N know about this, otherwise I would be considered a pervert and she would start to question my fetish.

"How did you train it so big and firm?" Tim approached my chest and kneaded it with his hands.

Demon brat tilted his head and pinched it. "I'm also curious about how you did it."

"Little boy, I don't just have big chest muscles." I grinned.

Demon brat tilted his head. "Huh?"

Tim was immediately shocked when he heard me say, "Wow."

"How many girls have you slept with?" Dickhead asked curiously.

I laughed in a mocking tone. "Ha! Definitely more than you!"

"Damian! Attack!" Tim ordered.

"Dickhead, you better hold on tight, or I'll kill you all if you let go." I gave a helpless warning.

Dickhead heard my warning, "Uh oh...shit..."

"You guys are having fun." Alfred said with a smile.

I yelled, "Who is having fun!"

After playing for an hour, they finally let me go. I couldn't hold back my anger and punched the three men one by one. Bruce came to me with a medicine box, wiped my face clean, and applied another layer of medicine.

I had a lot of fun today. Although I was sexually harassed by the other three, I was lucky that Y/N was not there, otherwise she would have seen my embarrassing side. It seems that I have to think carefully about bringing her home.

"Although you were punched in the face several times, it still can't cover up your handsome and charming face." Bruce put away the medicine.

I touched my face, "Damn it, if she sees it, she definitely will be scared."

Tim interrupted, "Or you can wear the Red Hood helmet."

I kicked him, "Damn it! Why do I have to hide it!"

Bruce put his hand on my shoulder, "Men with scars are more attractive. I have a feeling that you will charm her."

I scratched my head, "How many times do I have to say it? It's just pure friendship."

Demon brat chewed an apple, "Do you want it to be just pure friendship?"

His words made me hesitate, "I..."

Dickhead shook me, "No matter what the two of you are at, as long as you are happy, we are happy too. Right?" After saying that, he looked at everyone.

Everyone nodded in agreement. It was really unbelievable that everyone would support me. I was not abandoned by them, and I was also glad that I had never given up on this family.

"Hey, I still won't introduce you to her." I added.

Dickhead strangled my neck "You must introduce! I want to see my brother's future wife!"

I hit his waist with my arm "Fuck you!"

Y/N who was at home at this time "Achoo! Who said something bad about me!"

Chapter 5 End.

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superheroesaremyjam113263 · 4 years ago

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So cute!

Late Night Drives w the Batboys

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a/n: just trying headcanons lol, lmk me what you think. also, tysm once again for 100 follows you guys!!!

Dick Grayson

The drives probably happen after a date or after he picks you up from work/uni on a Friday night

First thing he does every time is turning on the radio

He’s down for whatever you like listening to, but if you’re good with anything it’s probably just pop hits

You’ll probably hear him humming some of the tunes under his breath or tapping his fingers against the wheel to match the beat

He loves talking and making conversations with you while driving

Will tell you about all sorts of crazy shit going on in his life, whether it’s about his day job or what happens during patrols

Loves listening to your stories and about the random issues going on in your life, gives great advice (when it’s not him making the decisions) and is just generally wonderful to talk to

He feels like the type of guy to take your hand while he’s driving or when you’re just sitting at a red light or stuck in traffic

You’re either going to drive around for the sake of driving around, or he’ll take you to one of Bludhaven’s docks or some hillside, some place with a nice view

Sitting on the hood of his car and just talking while he holds your hand, wraps his arms around your waist, brushes your hair out of your face

Just little things that make you know he’s paying attention and makes you feel like he really loves you, which he does

Jason Todd

If you’re in a car, he would be blasting music and it would probably be both of you screaming out the lyrics to the song that’s on

I feel like there would be a time where one of you doesn’t know the lyrics and tries to discreetly look them up without the other person realizing it

The other person totally figures that out and you never let them live it down

Probably the handsier type, one hand on the wheel while he drives, other hand resting on your thigh

Acts like he doesn’t know the effect he has on you

But he definitely does, considering how long you’ve been together

I also feel like he’d probably take you for trips on his bike instead of a car, though, so if you’re taking his bike:

He likes having your arms wrapped around him while he drives, he likes feeling you relax and resting your head against his shoulder

He loves driving, so he might just take you down long mostly-empty roads and just fly through the night

Depending on his mood and yours you could be talking about anything from his dark traumatic past to discussing how great the new chilidog place is downtown

With Jason you can literally never tell

Will probably pull over at some point to chill on his bike, talk, or kiss

He’s bad at telling you he loves you so times like these are his way of letting you know that

Driving is his way to escape, and he loves having you there with him to feel like you and him are the only things that matter for a little while

Tim Drake

You’re probably the one dragging him out of the house or his office just to get him to stop working for an hour or so

He’ll definitely protest saying he has “so much work to do” and how he’s “so close to being done”, but you both know he secretly loves taking a break just to drive with you

It’s mostly just you guys talking about absolutely anything and everything, from his life at WE to philosophical debates about stupid shit

And I mean just random, stupid shit

“If you drop soap on the floor, is the floor clean or is the soap dirty?“

“If I try to fail, but succeed, which one did I do?”

“…Tim, is this a personal question? Because I feel like you’re talking about something you personally went through right now-”

He gets really into these kind of conversations

You’ll probably stop by a drive-through to grab something to eat while chilling in your car

He’ll let you steal his fries

Unless he was talking about how his day was going and brings up the office, he won’t even mention work

He’s definitely way more interested in you and what you have to say, he loves hearing about your problems and trying to think of ways to help you get around them

These would be some of the few times he really gets to forget about everything else and focus on just you, and he loves it

Damian Wayne (aged up)

Honey, he steals the Batmobile

Like actually, he’s done it before in the comics to impress chicks and you can bet he’d do it again

If he acts this way as a literal twelve year old imagine what he’s gonna do when he’s older

You’d have a fine time perusing around in it, clicking all the weird buttons it has just to “test out” the different functions

You may or may not have accidentally activated the flamethrowers Bruce had installed for unknown reasons

And that may or may not have ended up getting you guys caught after some poor GCPD officer on a late shift saw the Batmobile zooming down the street with a whole column of fire shooting out of it, but it ended up being okay because Damian acted like he didn’t know what his father was talking about when he was confronted with it

Otherwise, you’d probably end up on a late night drive after you and Damian decide to ditch a gala or some random fancy party

“It was far too stuffy to stay in that place, Father will understand our absence.”

“Damian, you were hosting the event.”

He lets you do most of the talking during the drive because he likes listening to you and the sound of your voice

He’ll still act all cool, but he’ll be smiling and letting out the occasional laugh at your stories here and there, adding on his own snarky comments or stories every once in a while

Instead of going home, he’ll probably want to take you somewhere to grab dinner or just to head to a nice part of Gotham to get a moment between yourselves and enjoy a pretty view

He feels like the type of guy who would really be into grand gestures and giving you the best of the best for literally everything

So your late night drives are little moments where he’s dialing all that back just to get some time alone with you, listen to you, and get to know you better

And as much as he’ll deny it to everyone else, he’d love those moments the most

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i-yap · 1 year ago

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MY FAVORITE IS DICK GRAYSON FORVER WILL BE DICK GRAYSON AND HERE IS WHY

DICK GRAYSON X Y/N ( FRUSTRATED ME EDITION)

- first of all , he is the hottest character in dc (literally the comics have written this line by line)

- he is the real one with communication issues. You think jason struggles with that? NO jason uses any chance to tell me people how much he suffered. But dick? He wears a smile, he hides everything he is feeling

- the only person who gets to see the real him is YOU. The stress, the pressure, the mommy daddy issues...cmon. and bruce prolly was the worst at raising grayson and learned from his mistakes for the rest

- dick is someone who tries to be happy. Who tries to have a normal life. Who tries not to let his issues affect him . But they do which is why he has so many fucked up relationships. But when he meets you he wants to keep you, he needs to keep you with him. So he tries yet again to open up, fix his issues, love you the way you truly deserve.

- AND let us all not pretend we are all not stressed asf in life. He is so joyful and bright and will almost never dull the mood. Car karaoke ? Done. Skinny dipping in some random lake you drive by? His suggestion. Amusement parks? He is excitedly pulling you to all the rides and WILL 100% WIN YOU THE BIGGEST TEDDY

- he is deep, he js in touch with his feelings and he knows how to take care of you. Idk abt u guys but I have issues . I want a man who gives you those words of affirmation, who makes it super obvious he likes you.

- he needs you just as much as jason or tim or damian do. He also never had genuine love, he also has been a soldier a leader the person responsible all his life. He needs yo hold you, he needs that peace and quiet away from everything he has to deal with . He wants someone he can come home to and just show how drained he is .

- he is so kind to the world but he WILL BURN IT FOR YOU . I refuse to believe any other opinion on this. No matter how big a hero this guy is...remember how he killed joker for jason? Someone he said he hated? Broke the no kill rule?? Yea imagine what he will do for you.

- and how dare u suggest he isn't jealous/ possessive. He gets so cranky..not insecure and u don't have to coddle him and avoid all other men ...but u do have to give him extra kisses

-HE IS THE REAL GREEN FLAG fuck the whole " a hero will sacrifice you for the world but a villain will burn the world for you" NOT HIM NO HE WILL KILL EVERYONE OKAY cuz how date anyone suggest taking you away from him after everything he has done for the world. You are his reward and you better remember that.

- slow waltzing in the kitchen while he sings you his favorite love song, giggling in a pretty cafe while sharing a piece of cake( he is feeding you the whole thing and will kiss you when u Ask why he isn't eating any himself) , getting tipsy and walking back home all sweet and drunk and in love. He is adventurous and wants to experience everything With you.

- best part, everyone around u will love him. I'm sorry but I like it when my bf is liked by the old ladies and my parents and my boss. He will make you the power couple, even if you aren't as "powerful". He is your biggest loudest supporter always. Always introducing you to ppl as if you cured world hunger , telling everyone just how smart and kind you are taking any opportunity to talk about You. And dancing with him at galas makes you feel like a princess

- he will get the best gifts, say the sweetest things, be the most supportive kind eyes only for you guy once he genuinely falls in love.

I love jason a lot too, and tim and bruce too. Like yes I daydream about all of them But I just hate how underrated my boy here is.

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to-the-stars8 · 2 years ago

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Vigilant Coffee

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11-Not-so-Friendly Podcast

You liked Nightwing the most out of all of the bat-affiliated vigilantes. He was simple. Often, he’d come in with a nice conversation about the night and hardly ever brought in drama. The times he did, it was usually red and over six feet tall. More often than not, he was an absolute dream.

You were listening to a local podcast as you swept the floors of the empty front house of the coffee shop. It was a stupid little podcast, just gossip about the Gotham drama, and you had only turned it on for background noise as you worked. Then, they started talking about Nightwing.

“He’s got a great ass, am I right,” Asked one of the co-hosts.

The other one laughed. “The only thing he really brings to the table in regards to vigilantism. The guy doesn’t seem too good at his job considering no one is really as scared of him as they are of Batman. That’s just my opinion!”

You were shocked. Nightwing was one of the nicer crime fighters in Gotham, sure, but to say he wasn’t good at his job while boiling him down just his physical appearance? It left a bad taste in your mouth. Before you could reach your phone to turn it off, a voice piped up.

“Am I really not as scary as Batman?”

You whipped around to see Nightwing standing at the counter in front of a pile of coins he was counting. You should have been used to hearing them pop up randomly. With a sigh, you put the broom to the side as you rounded the counter.

“You are, I’m sure,” You said. Not once have you ever seen him angry, so you wouldn’t know. “Don’t listen to what they have to say, anyway. You’re more than just a butt. They’re just shallow.”

He chuckled awkwardly. “Thanks. Truthfully, it gets annoying when people talk about my body like that.”

“As someone who works with the public every day and has encountered more than my fair share of creeps with their sexual compliments, I totally understand.” You gave him a smile over your shoulder as you poured his drink. “Unfortunately, it’s something we can only hope gets better with time.”

Nightwing shook his head as he counted the last of his coins. “We shouldn’t, though.”

“Yeah,” You sighed, putting his cup on the table. “I know.”

He pushed the coins toward you, taking his cup before leaning against the counter. “I’m sorry you have to endure that.”

You reached for his free hand. “I’m sorry, too. We’re both worth more than what they say, and deserve better.”

He gave you a weary smile before starting to step out. You wished you could say more, give him some sort of comfort because you absolutely understood what he felt. You resigned yourself to feeling bad, but he stopped halfway out the door.

“Hey,” He said.

You smiled. “Hi.”

“If some creep bothers you, let me know next time, okay?” There was something in the way he said it that made you a little scared. Yeah, those podcast hosts were definitely wrong.

“Will do. Only if you do the same. I may have noodle arms, but my ears work really well,” You said.

He chuckled. “I think I can do that.”

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posiey · 8 years ago

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Being Apart Of The Batfam Would Include...

Sorry if it’s bad I haven't written anything for a while and this took me forever to do and I just don't have the energy to try to improve it. Welp.

Long story short

IT’S CHAOSSSSSS

Everyone constantly blaming each other

“Who took the bat mobile out for a joy ride?”

You, Stephanie and Harper share a look, “It was Damian.”

Is it too soon for this?

“I hate you!”

“Yeah? Well you’re adopted!”

“You’re fucking adopted too!

When Bruce or Alfred compliment Damian this happens

"Don’t worry Tim, your time will come. It just won’t be as impressive and glorified as mine.”

Constantly have to deal with people asking about them

“Is your brother single?”

“Damn, she’s hot can you give me her number?”

Threats don’t even work anymore

They’ve gotten repetitive or their just not frightening

“I’m going to kill you.”

“I died before try again.”

The boys being cockblockers

They just can’t stand the idea of someone being with their sibling nonetheless breaking their heart

When anyone is being chewed out at dinner you all try to be silent and still as possible cause ain’t no one want to be caught up in that heat

When ever one of the boys are scared at night they go to you for comfort because they know you’ll listen and care

The relationship drama in this family is too much for you

Damian secretly thinking you and Jason are cool and badass and brags about you guys at school

Secretly taking the Batmobile out

You guys take it out so much civilians and villains aren’t shocked anymore when they see the mobile packed with teens/young adults in colorful suits

When you hang out with one of the boys people constantly mistake you guys as a couple

“You guys are so cute together!”

You and Jason share the most disgusted look with each other

“Oh hell no.”

Bruce always calling you guys by the wrong names

“Dick- Jason- no- Da-you know who you are come here.”

Bruce has learned to ignore you guys arguments

Bruce regrets it every single time he takes you guys to galas

This infamous line “Don’t tell Alfred.”

“Okay, what do I get?”

When you, Jason, and Dick were younger and got into play fights it got a bit chaotic

“Oh my god don’t cry! Stop Bruce is coming! You literally been stabbed and shot before stop it!!!”

Having to take care of them while Alfred was gone

“Oh hey Alfred, nothing to worry about everything’s great!” You answer Alfred’s call while Damian strangles Tim in the background

At the end of the day you can’t be more grateful to have such a weird and big family

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sparkleofpizza · 5 years ago

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Halloween blurb #5 - Dick Grayson

Prompts: “What kind of candy should we get?” “I’m getting the chocolate for me, and the lollipops we can give to the kids.”

Warning: Lots of fluff

Paring: Dick Grayson x fem!reader

Dick Grayson loves a lot of things. He loves to eat cereal in the morning, well, to eat cereal in general. He loves when he gets to perform his acrobatic movements while out on patrol. He loves when he solves a case. And he loves Halloween because it reminds him of how much he loves you.

He remembers spending his first Halloween, when he was adopted by Bruce, with you. He was the new kid in school and you so kindly invited him to go trick-or-treating with you and your friends, you held his hand that night when you realized he was feeling sad because that was the first Halloween he wasn't spending at the circus with his parents.

He also remembers his first Halloween party, when you were both older and halfway trough high school. He still remembers how pretty you looked with the neon lights shining on your face, and how Wally had made fun of him for looking so lovesick while watching you dance and smile.

He remembers when you had your first kiss, on a Halloween night a year later after the first party. You caught him changing into his Robin uniform, dumbly you asked him why he decided to change costumes in the middle of a party. Then, after a awkward moment, you smiled at him.

"Go catch some bad guys, boy wonder." you kissed him sweetly in the lips "But please, come back to me at the end of the night."

Dick watched as you crossed the items on your grocery shopping list. After so many years you still stood by his side, leaning into his warmth as he rubbed your shoulders and you pulled you into his chest.

"What kind of candy should we get?" he asked you in a slow tone, since his mouth was so close to your ear

He watched your lips turn upwards in a smile.

"Well, I'm getting the chocolate for me, and the lollipops we can give to the kids."

He smiled, kissing your temple.

And out of all of the memories he had of Halloween along the years, this is definitely one of his favorites. Both of you into adulthood, still in a committed relationship although life tried to get in the way, living together and being old boring people together.

"Is there any special reason you are being extra sweet with me right now?" you asked, looking up at him "Are you trying to convince me to let you grab another box of cereal?"

Dick shook his head, still smiling.

"Do you remember all of the things we used to do during Halloween?" he asked you, you hummed in agreement "All of the tricks we played even without asking for trick-or-treating, all of the costumes parties we went together... Those were great times."

You smiled, turning around in his embrace to properly look him in the eyes. There was a playful look on your face.

"Are you trying to subtly say we are old and boring?" you chuckled "We can go to a party if you want. Or take Dami trick-or-treating."

Again, Dick shook his head.

"No. This is the happiest I've ever been. I am just so so glad that I got to do all of those stuff with you, and now we are settling down together, living our stable life. And soon we will be doing all of those things we our kids."

You smiled so hard at him that he was sure you felt your cheeks hurt, but you looked just as happy as him. There was a few tears in your eyes.

"Oh, Dick. How did you find out?" you let out a breath of laugher "I definitely didn't intend on having this conversation here, at a grocery shop, but you already know so... Yeah, I know that in nine months we will have a bundle of joy, but it won't be for two or three years until we can get they to go trick-or-treating. But I am glad I am doing all of this with you too."

Dick stared at you speechless. Did you just say what he thinks you just said? He gripped your shoulders tightly, bending a little so you were eye to eye. He was widely smiling at you.

"Wait, what?"

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i-yap · 1 year ago

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Fights btw tim and y/n

warning- a little yandere

bro is the perfect teenage love type of boyfriend but ofc we all have our issues.

he is a stalker, like full blown cameras, drones , stalking your socials and prolly even has your browser history. he tends to get obsessive and struggles to understand boundaries. he means well but if you rlly love your privacy you may need to give him a strict talking to. but this does mean he gets you the perfect gifts( ur entire shopping cart)

he overanalyzes a lot. that + the fact he doesn't sleep+ lives on caffeine and aderaline+ mommy daddy issues+ you being the best thing that ever happened to him...yea he overthinks everything. " why did she leave my hand, wait is it sweaty? her brow also twitched, she is texting someone one, is it a he? the corners of lips turned up at a degree of 10 degrees..SHE LIKES SOME OTHER GUY" yes he his detective skills sort of fail in this case.

he has a bit of tunnel vision, so he sometimes misses the big picture. he is also a little impulsive . while this isn't always a problem , he does end u insulting your friends without first hearing the whole story, or take some action without considering all factors. you always have to calm you hyper asf bf and tell him to take a second to breathe before jumping right into action.

he worries about u a lot, if you have a bad habit he is trying every trick in the book to get you to leave it and may become helicopter parent like even if u don't wanna leave that habit. this prolyl did cause a major fight at some point

he struggles to give you the time you deserve( same a dick and bruce tbf) and he puts so much pressure on himself ( as a robin and as ur bf) that he just cracks really often . and u have to remind him that its okay if he isn't perfect, he is yours and you wont change that for the world

#bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #tim drake x reader #batboys #batboys x reader #batfam x reader #batboys fluff #nightwing #nigthwing x reader #red robin #red robin x reader

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i-yap · 1 year ago

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Dick grayson x reader thoughts :)

the first Time you found out he was Nightwing u were obviously a bit shocked( he was too flexible for a detective desk job tho so u prolly had ur suspicions) but u didn't rlly understand the gravity of the situation. Cus dick has like 4 teams of superheroes, and so many frickign aliens and other "friends". So it's a shit ton of people and if you hate people, I feel bad for you.

this does make planning his birthday party impossible ( last time u did a surprise party u missed out on calling forager so u woke up at 3 am with a big bug crying on your doorstep . your wedding was so chaotic that last minute you guys prolly just eloped or called in reinforcement (ahem ahem alfred ahem)

Idk why but dick feels like someone who always gets tired of socializing and he has to do so much of it. especially as an alter persona and everything. he just comes back home and pulls u in for cuddles on whatever surface he can find and he will get so pouty .

he likes when u baby him a little. like wash his hair, squish his cheeks , call him cutie and he will have the dorkiest smile ever. he loves for the cringey cheesy couple stuff but somehow he never rlly liked it in his previous relationships . he is just that comfortable with you. you're his baby and only you and he is your only baby

he teases a lot but its sweet teasing. nothing insulting at all, he just doesn't have it in him to play insult u or roast you for anything.

I actually don't think he is super into pda. he will have his arm around you ( I also don't see him holding your hand in front of people especially super heroes, he'll just have his arm around your waste or your shoulder if you're with closer friends) . small pecks when entering or leaving but that's it. if he is going for a long/scary mission then ofc full kiss but otherwise a peck on ur head/lips/cheek( I might make a separate post about these lmk if u want it ) . but once he starts getting tired or drained he will stand closer or may lean his head against yours.

he does have a tendency to walk fast and he just sort of pulls you along so you gotta keep pace. needs you right next to him even if ur getting bored with his superconversations. at least u get to look at his pretty face ?

#bruce wayne x reader #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #damian wayne x reader #tim drake x reader #batmom #batboys #batboys x reader #batboys x batmom #batfam x reader #bruce wayne fluff #batboys fluff #dick grayson #nightwing x reader #nigthwing

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ladygatuna · 1 year ago

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Chapter 2: Welcome back

"I'm sorry, Lydia," Veronica said once again that night, her voice a whisper between the beats of the rain.

The world outside was collapsing in a fierce storm. Lydia had dragged Veronica inside, under slaps and hair pulls, whispering curses as tears rolled down her face. Now, she was in the kitchen, hitting everything in sight, murmuring and sometimes shouting curses in her native language, making it all the more terrifying.

Veronica couldn't blame her for acting this way. She had promised to return in the blink of an eye, when they were just sixteen and shared dreams of college, dormitories, joint graduations, and eventually being neighbors so their children could grow up together.

But those were Lydia's dreams, the American dream. Veronica followed because Lydia wanted it, and that had never been a problem.

Until Veronica met the other spiders and her plans changed. Lydia couldn't come with her; it would be selfish. So, she promised to return as quickly as possible. But she got lost in the travels between the multiverses, forgetting about Lydia.

For eight years, more or less.

"Lydia…" Veronica got up, staggering, toward the kitchen. Of course, she had slipped up, but everything could be resolved with an apology and a good explanation. "Traveling between universes is complicated…"

"Shut up, you wretch!" Lydia shouted, pointing a knife smeared with homemade sauce. Her eyes blazed with anger, and her cheeks were a deep shade of pink that Veronica had never seen before. "Do you know how hard things have been here?"

Veronica shook her head negatively, raising her hands in a calming gesture.

"Of course you don't know!" The knife swung menacingly in front of Veronica's face, making her wish she had stayed on the couch. "I waited for you like an idiot, redoing my plans. And where were you?"

"Swinging on webs with my new friends," Veronica murmured without emotion. "But I already apologized, orange!" She whined like a child, and if she weren't in so much pain, she would have been throwing a tantrum.

"Stop calling me that!" Lydia screamed, throwing a glass jar from the table. She didn't expect to hurt Veronica because she had never managed to due to the spider-sense. However, for the first time, it failed. The large pickle jar hit her head squarely, making everything spin and her vision darken. Lydia's voice grew distant.

Something warm ran down Veronica's face.

It was her blood.

"You've been practicing your throw, orange," Veronica laughed, leaning against the kitchen counter. "No one wanted you on the team, remember?" Another laugh followed by a groan of pain.

"You were supposed to dodge, you always do!" Lydia's voice was full of panic. She ran to grab a dish towel, trying to stop the bleeding. "Why didn't you dodge, idiot?" Her tearful voice broke Veronica's heart into a thousand pieces. Once again, her only friend was crying because of her.

"I'm fine, orange," Veronica said, patting Lydia's leg. "It's just a little cut!" Her voice was slurred, lacking the strength to get up. Everything had turned to jelly. Fatigue would win, and she didn't expect it to be now, while bleeding in her friend's kitchen.

Her eyelids grew heavy. She felt slaps on her cheek but struggled to stay awake.

How long has it been? Did your mind go blank for a few seconds?

"Don't sleep!" Lydia shook her harder, getting little response beyond groans of pain. "I'm going to call for help; they're trustworthy!" She ran to the other room to get the phone, hands trembling and slipping because of the blood. Her vision blurred with tears, on the verge of a breakdown.

Her childhood friend lay on the kitchen floor, head bleeding, practically immobile. The anger had passed, and now Lydia saw other injuries, the dislocated shoulder. If she had noticed earlier, she would have thrown a cloth, not a glass jar.

Her breathing normalized when she heard a familiar voice on the other end of the line. "Lydia, are you okay?" the man asked.

"I need your help, Dick," she whispered. "Come quickly, please!"

She heard things falling, identifying people being thrown to the ground, gunshots, and curses.

"Hide in that place we set up…"

"It's not an invasion, I just need someone to come quickly!" she shouted, watching the white cloth turn red. "I'm safe, Richard!"

"Damian should be there in a few minutes!" More shouts and gunshots. Lydia shivered, holding her friend's body. "Are you really safe?" The man's concern was evident.

"Yes, Dick." A sigh of relief was heard. "Thank you."

"Always at your service, love." And with a beep, the call ended. At the same moment, a shadow passed by the window. Damian entered through the door Lydia had forgotten to lock, observing the room cautiously, his serious expression softening upon seeing Lydia kneeling in the kitchen, holding a complete stranger.

"All clear, Dad!" he shouted to the tall, imposing figure of Batman behind him.

The boy ran towards Lydia, taking bandages from his utility belt.

"She's my friend, please help her!" Lydia whispered to Batman, grabbing his hand. "I didn't mean to hurt her!"

"That doesn't matter now, you can tell me later," Batman said in his gravelly voice, patting the girl's head and looking at the fallen figure of Veronica.

Strange things were still happening in Gotham, and as Bruce said, she was one of them.

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