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ꕥ MasterList ꕥ

Dick Grayson/NightWing:

-This Is Not A Love Story PT. 1

-This Is Not A Love Story PT. 2

Jason Todd/RedHood:

-Grief

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Grief

Jason Todd X Reader

Warning- mentions of death, and just overall depressing plot (Sorry, I had the idea so I went ahead with it).

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I could still remember the last conversation I had with him. It was warm out when we talked, just like today. He had asked me if I wanted to go out on a date with him, if I wanted to see a movie with him that had just come out.

I remember the call from Dick as well, hearing his broken voice over the other line and feeling my stomach tighten and drop at the same time. He had been killed, murdered in cold blood by some lunatic clown that should have been put out of his misery years ago but hadn’t due to Bruce’s refusal.

I remember that deep feeling I got that I hadn’t really ever felt before, and how much worse it seemed to get when I watched them lower him 6 feet under the ground. That thick and nasty sob that squeezed past my lips as Barb held me reassuring me it was alright.

And now I’m here. Standing in front of a marble gravestone with our tickets in hand. I hadn’t seen the movie, not the week it came out or the months following after, but I kept the tickets he had given me for ‘safe keeping’ at the time in my purse and refused to let them go.

“I brought you flowers today, fresh ones to replace the ones from last week,” I say softly as I kneel in front of the stone with his name carved onto it amongst other things. “They’re your favorite,” I mumble as I remove the dead flora from the vase and start to replace them with the fresh ones that breathe life to the area.

My movements are slow as I take my time arranging the flowers to look neat and full before I pull back and sit there for a moment. My eyes scanning over his name, “It’s been a year since you passed and everything happened…April 27th on the dot,” I say softly as I glance down at the tickets I have in hand.

“My…my therapist told me I should stop visiting you so often. She said it wasn’t healthy to live in the past and speak to you like you’re still here,” I say softly as I keep my eyes on the movie tickets. A warm breeze gently blowing past me as I sit there in silence for a moment, “I’m not really sure who else to talk to though, you were my closest friend and even in death I know some how you’re still listening,” I whisper softly as I shrug my shoulders a little while leaning closer to the marble stone.

“This whole grief thing is so weird,” I mumble as I reach a hand up to wipe the tears that had started to silently fall from my face. “I’m stuck living with the ghost of what might have been if I had just asked you to get a different show time…if I had annoyed you to do something that night to keep you off of the streets…what might have happened if we had actually had a chance to explore what we felt,” I whisper softly as I wipe more tears.

A deep inhale moves through me followed by a long deep exhale. “I still haven’t seen it,” I say as I lift up the tickets, “They have DVD copies of it now, and I still haven’t seen it,” I say softly as I sigh while lowering the pieces of paper.

I look over the tickets for a moment, “I figured since it’s been a year and everyone is trying to help me move on it would be best if I gave these back to you…for safe keeping,” I say softly as I lean forward and tuck the tickets under the flower vase to keep them from being blown away.

Leaning back I take a moment to look over his gravestone for a second, “I’ll still come see you though, promise,” I whisper, “Even if people say it’s not healthy I refuse to leave you alone…I don’t want you to get lonely,” I say softly before I lean forward again and give a small kiss to the cold marble. “I’ll be back next week at the same time, don’t get bored without me okay?,” I say softly as I stand up and dust myself off. Take one final glance over the area to make sure it’s clean and to my liking I grab my bag and turn to leave. My shoulder makes contact with someone and I pause as I glance up to see a taller man with his hoodie pulled up and a medical mask over his face.

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” I apologize as I offer him a soft smile before I step past him and head towards the exit. My footsteps light and casual as I walk, and just as I’m about to reach the exit I glance back for a moment a find that man watching me.

I pause for a moment as our eyes meet ‘Weird…’ I think to myself as I wonder why he’s just standing there. I don’t stick around however and I make my way out of the graveyard and towards my car to leave.

I would be back next week at the same time, on the same day with a new set of flowers to replace the old ones that didn’t last long in this spring heat.

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Not proof read, I’ll be back later to look it over.

-Mrs. Grayson.

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This Is Not A Love Story PT. 2

Dick Grayson X Reader

PART 1

꧂𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼꧁

I’m selfish. By nature and habit I am selfish. I don’t particularly enjoy giving up things in my life, or changing how I go about things to better suit people or new situations. I guess that’s why Dick was always so slow about introducing someone new to me that he was interested in.

Slowly he would talk about them, mention his meetings with them and what they were like. And then I would been shown pictures, messages, videos, anything he could find to give me a physical representation on whoever he had been talking about. Finally I would meet them, normally in a causal manner or simply passing by, but I would see them, hear them, interact with them in a manner that was always polite but never truly wanted on my part.

I guess it shouldn’t have been as much of a surprise when I walked in the door and found a woman sitting on my couch, in my living, in my apartment, under my roof. Her name was Ophelia if I remembered correctly, and she was just as pretty as her name. Dick had a type, something I figured out early on after his first few girlfriends. They were always pretty and fit, and normally smart to a degree that could be a bit annoying if not endearing.

I pause for a moment as she glances over, a small look of confusion making its way across her face before recognization takes over instead. A warm smile spreading across her lips as she stands up and quickly adjust the cocktail dress she was wearing.

“You must be (Y/n)! I’ve heard so much about you, Dick just goes on and on about his childhood best friend,” She exclaims as she approaches me. Her black heels that had been paired perfectly with her dress made a distinct clicking noise on the hard wood floor that reminding me of a metronome moving at 80BPM.

She extends a hand outwards and I glance down to see her freshly manicured French tips, “Oh, yes, that’s me,” I say as I offer up a smile and take her hand shaking it. “You must be Ophelia, Dicks mentioned you a few times now,” I say with a warm tone and smile as I take my hand back while reaching up to put my bag away.

Her smile remains as she nods, “I am,” She says before glancing me over. Her eyes seem to linger on a few places, seemingly taking me in fully before Dick emerges from his room dressed in a pair of black dress pants with a dark green long sleeve shirt tucked in and black dress pants. “Hey, you’re home,” He says with a smile and I nod.

“Yeah, you guys headed out somewhere nice?,” I ask as I glance between them. It was clear wherever they were going had some sort of dress code. “Dick is taking me to see a ballet! I’ve never been before so he offered to take me to one,” Ophelia explains with a tone of excitement.

I nod softly, “Sounds like fun, I hope you enjoy it,” I say with a smile before I move to step into the kitchen and out of the entryway to give them space to leave. “I’ll be back around 10 okay?,” Dick says as he grabs his jacket and opens the door for her to step outside. I nod, “Okay, have fun and be safe,” I say softly as I flick on the lights to the kitchen and he nods before stepping out of the apartment and closing the door behind him.

Silence follows. Deafening silence that makes my ears ring slightly until I turn on the radio to fill the air with the sound of people to keep myself distracted. Dinner tonight would be something simple since it was just me, a bit of a sour feeling given I had been thinking about what to make during my 15 minute walk home.

I was going to make that lobster ravioli we had gotten a week ago that had been sitting in the freezer for an uncomfortable amount of time with some homemade alfredo sauce. I could still make it of course, but I would be doing it with a bitter feeling and taste in my mouth which would ruin the flavor of anything I touched. So tonight I would eat a sandwich with some chips, and for dessert I would crack open his pint of cookie dough ice cream and eat half of it as a small show of distaste towards her sudden appearance in my home.

I shouldn’t feel this way, he had been talking about her for over 2 weeks now and had been showing my pictures nearly everyday but I just couldn’t help it. The bitter feeling was only made worse given he had taken me to see Swan Lake just last week, and I had been so happy about it that I wouldn’t shut up about my new found love for ballet. Something now ruined in my mind after knowing he was taking her to most likely see the same show in the same theater.

Once my dinner is finished I take a seat in the living room on the couch and turn on the TV to watch something while I eat. As I eat I can smell the linger scent of her perfume. It was floral and fresh…the same one I had smelt a few weeks ago and equated to the smell of a grandma. I guess the date hadn’t gone as poorly as I thought it had.

I’m slow about finishing my food, my mind going blank as I sit here lingering in this thick floral smell. Once I’m up I immediately crack not one but two windows in the living room opening to get fresh air in and rid myself of this scent.

My shower was hot, scolding hot as I stood still under the water allowing it to run down me. By the time I was finished it was already 8:30, and I found myself flopping down into my bed once I had closed up the apartment and turned off the lights leaving everything in a thick darkness.

8:30

9:00

9:30

The front door opens at 10:03, and the sound of heavy footsteps enters the quiet place. My eyes fixated up at the ceiling for a moment before I gently close them as I hear him drawing closer to my room.

“(Y/n)?,” A soft whisper of my name is heard as he opens the door and steps into my space. There was that smell again, even thicker that it had been the first time or for the moments it was left to linger in the living room.

“Are you awake?,” He whisper as he nears my bed and leans over me. ‘Yes, but go away’ I think to myself as I lay there with my eyes shut and my breathing slow and steady. A pause is heard in the air before he sighs, “You didn’t like her…you made that face you always make when you don’t like someone,” He whispers softly as I feel him reach down and my pull my covers up further, gently tucking me in.

His hands linger for a moment before I feel his knuckles brush over my face, “It’s okay, I don’t really like her much anyways. She’s a bit snobby,” He whispers as his knuckles trace over the apple of my cheek. His movements pausing as his hand move downwards and I feel his fingertips softly brush over my lips. “Not very pretty either,” He mumbles as his touch lingers for a moment before he pulls away.

“Goodnight (Y/n),” He whispers before leaning down and kissing my forehead. His footsteps are a bit more heavy as he leaves my room and closes the door behind him. Once I hear his door shut I open my eyes and glance up at the ceiling again.

‘I don’t really like her much anyways…not very pretty either’ the words replay in my mind for a moment before I reach a hand up to feel over my lips. He had never done something like that before, never touched me like that before.

My eyes flicker to my door as I hear him turning his shower on. My heart racing for a moment I stare at the barrier that keeps me closed off in my room from him and the rest of the apartment. Should I go to his room? Should I ask him what happened during this date that changed his opinions of her?

Just a few days ago he seemed so happy to be talking to her. She was brought up in nearly every conversation, and it had even grown annoying at times listening to him drone on and on.

My body moves before my mind can tell it not to. My feet hit the cold wood floor and I start the short walk to his room. I open the door quietly and make sure to close it just as quietly before I make my way over to his bed and tuck myself under his covers waiting for him.

Tonight’s shower was long…extremely long, which was odd for him and led to me feeling all the more confused and worried as I laid under his covers waiting for him to emerge from the bathroom. I could smell his body wash, his shampoo and conditioner, and I found myself panicking a little as I heard the water turning off but I remained still and quiet as I waited for him.

When he emerged and enters his room again he pauses as he sees a silhouette under his comforter. He stands there for a moment before stepping closer and soon joining me under the covers. “I thought you were asleep,” He whispers.

“I was,” I lie, “I heard your shower,” I say softly as he moves closer. His head finding its way onto the pillow I was using as he invaded my person space. “How was your date?,” I whisper as our eyes meet in the darkness.

“…It was okay, I don’t think I’m going to see her anymore,” He whispers before pausing for a second, “We don’t have much in common,” He explains as his eyes flicker between mine. “I’m sorry to hear that,” I retort before my hand reaches up to move some of his hair out of his face.

His eyes close for a moment and a gentle silence falls over the room. His hand moves forward and reaches my hips before traveling upwards under my shirt to rest on my ribcage. “This is exhausting,” He whispers softly as his grip tightens and I feel his fingertips dip into my skin a bit more harshly.

“Dating?,” I ask softly as I find my fingers combing through his hair. Silence is heard for a moment, “No,” He mumbles, the single word almost unheard as he says it.

“No, not dating,” He says a bit louder this time. His eyes were fixed on mine as he spoke, “(Y/n) was is this?,” He ask softly and I pause for a minute. “What do you mean Dick?,” I ask softly as I pull my hand back from him, “This,” He says making a motion between the two of us, “What is this, what am I to you?,” He ask, and I feel my heart stop for a second.

“You’re my best friend,” I whisper softly only for his grip to grow tighter making me wince a little, “That’s all?,” He ask softly, his voice carrying a tone I had never heard before. There was an edge to it that made my heart race and my stomach tighten, “What else is there?,” I ask softly, trying to keep my voice even.

“Cut the crap,” He says lowly, and I feel goosebumps spread across my skin, “Are you really going to make me say it?” He ask as he pulls me closer. My eyes widen and my hands shaking from how quickly my heart was beating, “I know you’re in love with me,” He whispers as he leans in closer.

I’m silent, what was I supposed to say? Yes? Proclaim my secret love of over 6 years?

“I can’t keep acting like you’re not…like I’m not,” He mumbles with a low and somewhat bitter tone, “We’re not just friends…we haven’t been for a long time and both you and I know it,” He whispers as he leans in closer, “I’ve been trying for years to just get it out of my system, I thought maybe if I found someone that was like you but wasn’t you I could have everything without getting rid of it all,” He leans in even closer. His hot breath hitting my face as I feel his nose brush the tip of mine. “I’m tired of pretending, I’m exhausted from having to push all of this down and act like you don’t love me, and I don’t love you,”.

His lips are only for inches from mine as he keeps his eyes on mine, “Say it,” He whispers with a tone of desperation and want. “Say it…say you love me,” He adds and for a moment I feel his lips gently linger and brush over mine.

…

“I love you,” I whisper feeling my throat tighten as soon as the words pass my lips, but I don’t have much time to react before his lips meet mine in a kiss that leaves me feeling like I’m floating on air.

‘This is not a love story’ I think to myself as he pulls me closer and tilts his head just right to deepen the kiss. But this is real, he is real, I am real, and this kiss is real making me doubt my thoughts regarding our friendship.

‘This is not a love story’ I think, “I love you,” He mumbles against my lips as he pulls me closer and wraps his arms around me in a tight binding grip, “I love you too” I mumble back as my own arms wrap around him.

꧂𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼꧁

Not proof read, I’ll be back later to fix the errors.

-Mrs. Grayson.

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This Is Not A Love Story. Pt.1

Dick Grayson X Reader

PART 2

꧂𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼꧁

Friendship. That was what held him and I together. Friendship, though I’m not even sure if such a word could be used to describe what it is we have. What it is we have made.

I had known Dick for many years, our childhoods spent playing together as I visited my grandfather Alfred often during summer break. We were attached at the hip as children, and always speaking at every hour of the day as we grew older. We chose the same college, chose similar majors, chose the same friends and hobbies.

Everything and anything we could exchange and share with the other was done willingly and with an air of excitement that I hadn’t really felt with anyone else. He was my person, and I was his. At least that was what I had thought until he introduced me to his first girlfriend.

She was kind, smart, and funny. I hadn’t really seen him act like that before, smiling so brightly when in the presence of anyone, not even myself. I think it was then I figured out just how I truly saw him. He was my friend, yes, but in my heart I wanted him to be more. I wanted him to smile like that when I was near, to have his lingering touches on my hips or shoulders as he pulled me closer, to know just how it felt to have him whisper something to me that no one would ever truly know aside from the 2 of us.

But I didn’t tell him, not after the first girlfriend, or the second, or the third, not even after the fourth or fifth or any casual hook up that took place afterwards. No. I kept my head down, and my thoughts and feelings to myself because you don’t just tell your friend of over 10 years that you love them. You don’t taint or soil something that was built so firmly and strongly with time with 3 stupid little words that held so much meaning to them and were said so freely by others, but never us.

It was late when he came back to the apartment. A nice 2 bedroom and 2 bathroom place we had been renting together for the past 6 years or so, and had grown comfortable living in. My bedroom door was crack slightly as I laid in bed scrolling through my phone with the lights turned off, and my covers pulled over me.

My king size mattress sinks in behind me and it doesn’t take long for a pair of arms to wrap around me tightly as a new source of warmth is left pressed firmly against my back. He had stripped himself of his jeans, and shoes leaving only his shirt and boxers in place. “Rough night?,” I ask softly as I continue to scroll on my phone as the man pulls me towards him.

A soft grunt escaping him in response to my question, but he says nothing as he lays there. The exhaustion in his body can be felt as he lays there behind me, his face buried into my hair and his head taking up a little too much space on my pillow for my liking. I wouldn’t say anything however, my space was his, and he knew as much leading to him invading it as much as he pleased.

“You stink, you should go take a shower,” I mumble as I catch the lingering smell of something floral, something fresh that was clearly perfume on his skin. Whoever this recent date was had poor taste in perfume, and he smelt like an old lady as a result.

He grumbles a little, “Really? Can’t I just pass out here?,” He ask with a tired tone remaining relaxed under the covers as he speaks, “Yes really, you smell like an old lady and I don’t want my bed smelling like that,” I retort as I shift under the comforter and move away from him.

A small scoff and huff of offense leaves him at my words and actions, his arm that had been resting over me yanking me back towards him, “You’re so rude…fine, I’ll go take a shower, but I’m sleeping in here tonight,” He mumbles. I don’t really respond as he finally crawls out of my bed and makes his way out of my room and towards his.

The silence that follows afterwards is only interrupted by the sound of water turning on, and I sigh as I turn my phone off before rolling over and lying on my back. My eyes landing on my open door, and the darkness that lays past it in the hallway. He wouldn’t take long, he never did when he showered. And yet I had kind of hoped he would simply stay away tonight. Sleep in his own bed, in his own room, away from me and my thick and feverish dreams.

His recent few dates had seemingly left him clingy and drained. He would often come home and cling to me like a child would to their mother or father when they sought comfort, or reassurance in their actions or choices. It was crippling having him crawl into my bed nearly every night seeking out my presence in hope of soothing whatever irritation or discomfort he faced for the day.

The door to his room can be heard opening and closing softly before foot steps make their way down the hall and soon his large silhouettes appears in the darkness of my doorway before he steps inside and closes the door behind him. The smell of his bodywash and deodorant moving through the cool air in the room as he approaches the bed and quickly crawls back under the covers.

His arm wrapping loosely around my waist, and his head moving to rest on my chest as a deep sigh leaves him. One of my hands reaching up to gently rub his arm as I close my eyes and try to hold onto this feeling while pushing my thoughts aside.

His hot breath gently fans out across my skin, the lingering smell of his peppermint toothpaste hitting my nose for a moment before I force my mind elsewhere…or at least try. My mind always had a tendency to wander, to explore ideas and wants that it knew it could never have.

And here I was with him lying next to me with the only thought to enter my mind being that of the warmth that now enveloped me and made my already tired mind slip further away.

I had read a quote recently that left me frozen with an emotion I couldn’t place and sat in for hours. ‘I feel tenderness for him. Hopeless tenderness’, it was in the newspaper, something I had seen while mindlessly looking it over while I waited for an appointment to start and for my name to be called.

The quote often crossing my mind now whenever he would seek me out like this, whenever he would place himself in my personal space and refuse to leave even if my heart begged him to.

“I missed you,” He mumble tiredly, and I found my eyes squeezing shut tightly for a second. “I missed you too,” I whisper softly, though I hoped my tone wouldn’t be heard over the sound of the fan in the corner. A tone of want and desire that his voice lacked in all manners.

‘This isn’t a love story’ I remind myself, it isn’t something you read about in books or watch in shows. This was real, he was real, and I was being selfish thinking like this. “We should stay in tomorrow, I’ll make us breakfast and we can order in lunch and dinner while watching movies,” He mumbles as he tilts his head upwards, and his face is pressed softly into my neck.

“Yeah…okay,” I whisper, as I feel his warm breath hit my neck. His body melting into my side as I agree to his wants for tomorrow, and his usually heavy body seems to grow heavier as he relaxes fully.

A soft silence falling over us as we start to drift off to sleep. I knew tonight’s dreams were going to be just as restless and exhausting as they had been for the last couple of nights, but I still allowed myself to relax into this warm feeling surrounding me and it doesn’t take me long to fall asleep.

꧂𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽꧁

Thank you for reading, second part coming soon.

-Mrs. Grayson.