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[where-dreamers-go]

“A Walk Amongst Emotions” Dick Grayson x Reader

(A/N: Part Five, here we are! It’s been a while because of those holidays. Anyway, 1966 Dick Grayson soulmate au series! I have a soft spot for this series. And it’s almost summer break for the pair!!!

Warnings: Reader has social anxiety, use of (Y/N), some angst, and fluff. The amount of effort I put in for these titles…?

Word Count: 4,862 words)

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A lovely weekend afternoon and all was friendly inside the Wayne Manor. Tea had long since been poured and sipped from small cups. Conversations continued to flow. Everyone was civil, even over tea.

Not one mention of sharing secrets or punishments. No hints either.

Two households spending an afternoon together. Only the afternoon.

However, Dick and yourself were determined to have more than an hour.

It’s almost weird being here with my guardian again. You thought as you sat on the edge of a couch cushion. It feels like forever.

A smile lit up Dick’s face as he sat opposite from you, sitting on the ottoman.

Despite what had happened over the past couple of weeks, you were okay.

It was a comfort to be back inside the manor. Even with all its vastness and unknown areas, you found it homey.

Today’s not the day he’ll get to show me the music room. He hasn’t said much about it. Maybe another day.

One more week of school was left before summer break. Such a tease.

Between you and Dick sat the coffee table with a pile of puzzle pieces on top. Ones you had seen countless times before.

What better way to have more time together than working on a jigsaw puzzle? It was something you two had been eager to do when brainstorming on an activity over the phone. So you had brought over one of your own. Quite happily too.

Tea and snacks were gone.

Teamwork was in action. Only the pair of you.

Picking out any edge pieces, you set them aside to be put together first. It was a good starting point. If you wanted to get fancy then you’d separate by shape and color next.

You peered up and saw Dick’s curious expression.

“I have a system,” you stately firmly.

“I can see that.” Dick watched as your fingers worked across the table in quick succession. “Let me know when you want me to help.”

“Just jump in there,” you encouraged. “There’s a thousand pieces. It shouldn’t take us too long.”

“There’s a thousand,” he urged.

“It’s less than five thousand.”

“That’s true.” He inched closer.

You smiled at him. “Have you done a five thousand piece puzzle before?”

Blue eyes glanced up. “Have you ever put together a puzzle upside down?”

“No. The blood would rush to my head.”

“What? No.” Dick chuckled. “The puzzle.”

“Oh.”

You felt as head rose up your neck.

Of course that’s what he meant.

“Uh, that’s a ‘no’.”

Leaning in, Dick whispered, “I have and it wasn’t my idea.”

“I think I can guess who’s.”

He raised both eyebrows for a second of acknowledgement. A faint grin soon following suit.

Why on Earth would Mister Wayne think of completing a puzzle with its picture down in the first place? You thought to yourself.

As if reading your expression clearly, most likely, Dick shrugged.

“Was it fun?” You handed him a corner piece.

“Uh.” He glanced over to Mister Wayne beside you. “You might call it, uh, mental exercise.”

“Okay.” You bit back a grin.

The two of you shuffled through more small pieces. Rearranging them; almost how Mister Wayne and Dick traded seats so the puzzle could be tackled form either side of the table.

Around you, the adults were in midst of small talk. Again.

Honestly, you tuned them out. Mostly. They were right next to you after all. It was more as if their words were fading in and out of your ears like the tide. A skill, you could perhaps call it, after years of trying to focus on tasks while others made noise or moved about. It was still difficult to do.

Moving the jigsaw pieces to designated areas of a table came as familiar motions, almost automatic. Hand-eye coordination keeping up as you spotted edge pieces. Easy and quick movements. Too quick in fact.

Your fingers plucked your soulmate’s fingers on accident.

“Oops! Sorry.”

“Sorry.”

Making light of the situation, you grabbed his hand and shook it. “Hey, how are you?”

Dick chuckled, “I’m fine.”

Along the couch and all so familiar, the shaking of soft laughter filled the space. Unrestrained and genuine reactions.

The smile you shared with Dick was all the more joyful. Admittedly one of your favorite sights on any day. Because he was your friend, of course.

You released his hand and rapidly shifted through more pieces.

When you took a peek, you saw a silly grin remaining on Dick’s face as he searched for pieces to sort or piece together.

A flutter of what you deemed as ‘proud satisfaction’ appeared in your chest at the sight.

You could get used to that; making Dick smile.

I might not be a hero, but making someone happy still means a lot. It’s a special kind of reward.

Together, the pair of you made progress by connecting all of the edge pieces. Just as planned. A great team so far.

One of the best teammates I’ve ever had. In general. Lucy is still number one for saving me during that presentation. Eh, you practically shuttered at the merely remembering. Never again. This is a hundred times easier.

The day, so far, had gone smoothly. Sure, the first couple of minutes had you uneasy with anxious fears of possible scenarios involving your guardian’s recent choices. Those fears were real and highly unlikely to become reality inside the Wayne Manor.

Greetings had been cheerful and polite.

You, however, did hold back from hugging your soulmate in front of your guardian. Unfortunately with them there, you weren’t comfortable enough to show much affection to Dick. It was as if an itch covered your skin underneath a microscope. Quite uncomfortable.

But they can’t comment much about us working on a puzzle, you thought in confidence.

With a small click, you separated two pieces that did not fit together.

That’s weird how it does that in the box. You squinted at another set of pieces.

“(Y/N), sit up straight.” Your guardian tapped your shoulder.

Your body did as instructed automatically.

Flashing of something negative passed through your soulmate bond.

A sharpness in Dick’s eyes hardened his features as he looked passed you to your guardian. Targeted and unhidden. A disliking of the order given to you. His reaction was not backed by seeking fairness, but rather something more.

You were unsure of Dick’s thoughts, but you definitely knew your own.

Uh. How am I supposed to reach, then? I’m not gonna sit on the floor.

Keeping your wits about you, you chose not to reply. Play it safe and smart.

On the coffee table, the puzzle was ignored as Dick slowly unclenched his fists.

Is he okay?

Reaching across the surface, you lightly touched his hand.

Upon gaining Dick’s attention, you mouthed, ‘Are you okay?’

He nodded briefly and gave your fingers a squeeze.

Hmmm. That was quite the look though. He might still be irritated with my guardian, I guess.

Both you and Dick slowly pulled your hands a part.

“It took our combined efforts, but his sister agreed to host at her apartment.” Your guardian announced in triumph. “She finished decorating just last week. She should be proud to share her new space.”

Share? More like show off.

“That’s lovely,” Mrs. Cooper commented politely.

You could had snorted with a laugh.

“The plan is for it to be late in the summer. That way some of us don’t have to worry about our vacation plans.”

At your guardian’s words, you felt a wave of panicked guilt. You had forgotten something.

“(Y/N) and I leave Gotham City during their summer break.”

“What? When do you leave?” Dick asked quickly.

“I forgot,” you muttered and completely slouched forward over your knees.

Of all things to forget. You thought and scrambled to remember details off of your calendar at home.

“Three days after the end of school. So, I have two free days. I think it’s Saturday when we leave.” You looked up in thought and turned to check with your guardian.

“It’s Saturday.” They confirmed. “We’ll have to beat the traffic. You’ll have to get up early like a school day.”

Turning back to face Dick, you mouthed a very unenthusiastic, ‘Yay’.

Gaze softer, unsure, Dick glanced at Mister Wayne before returning to you.

“Will I be able to see you before you leave?” Your soulmate asked tentatively.

An almost clenching in your chest left you hiding your equally uneasy thought of disappointment and separation.

“Oh, I’m sure you two can see each other,” your guardian said before they directed their attention back to Mrs. Cooper. “It’s such a lovely little house my cousin has. There’s a porch and screen doors.”

Beside you, Mister Wayne leaned towards the coffee table.

“I’ll arrange a day for you two.” Mister Wayne said in a hushed tone.

Dick and yourself exchanged hopeful smiles.

I guess we don’t have to worry about anything. You thought. But it shouldn’t be too bad. It’s not forever. But I somehow forgot about the beach house? We went last year too. Way to be last minute!

You felt ridiculous.

Everything would be all right, you were certain. Meanwhile, you felt a distress in yourself and within your soulmate.

You just dearly hoped Dick had not started planning out the summer with your company in mind. You would surely feel guilty then.

Luckily, and hopefully, him reading your essay would entertain him. Dick held a curious excitement about it. As in, he had rushed to store the papers in his room upon you handing it to him when you arrived.

At least you knew Dick wouldn’t misplace it.

And to think I was going to give him my essay after the school year was over. You sighed quietly. Everything’s fine.

Time trudged by. Sneaking every tick and tock as jigsaw pieces were assembled. The coffee table decorated in color and multiple piles of lonely pieces.

Dick and yourself were making progress with the puzzle. Happily shifting the pieces around. Content to work together.

“All right,” you guardian directed their attention to you. “Find a stopping point. We still have to pick up a few things.”

“Oh. Okay.” Your shoulders dropped.

“We have a couple of hours before my parents are expecting us.”

“Oh.” You dropped a puzzle piece.

I forgot! Gosh, where’s my mind lately?

Looking over the unfinished puzzle, you were stumped.

“Um…” You scratched your arm absentmindedly. “Can we move it?”

“If we’re careful.”

“Move it where?” Mrs. Cooper inquired.

“My room.” Dick answered with a tilt of his head.

“It’ll fall a part,” your guardian interjected.

“Not if we slide the finished pieces onto a board.” Mister Wayne countered.

“Then we can move it any where,” Dick announced excitedly. “Great idea, Bruce.”

You smiled and it only widened when Dick glanced your way before immediately ducking his head.

“We can take care of that later. Another time, the two of you can resume where you left off.” Mister Wayne added.

“Fantastic.” Your guardian clapped their hands once before standing from the couch. “Thank you so much for the tea.”

“It was our pleasure.” Mister Wayne said as he joined Mrs. Cooper and your guardian standing. He sidestepped to be beside the furniture.

If it wasn’t for your reflexes and leaning back, your guardian would had completely pushed passed your seated form.

Whoa. It’s like trying not to get hit by a train’s caboose. You thought.

“Let’s go, (Y/N).” Said your guardian who was half way to the door with the other adults.

“Like the wind.” You exaggerated lightly and stood to your feet. Stretching your back a little.

In no exaggeration at all, Dick waited to walk you out. All gentlemanly and hiding a secret smile.

“What?” You smoothed down any wrinkles on your clothes.

“You.”

“What about me?”

“The expression you made,” he whispered, “when you guardian walked by.”

“Oops.”

Dick smiled openly as his fingers brushed your own.

“Will you work on the puzzle during the summer?” You asked and linked your pinky finger with his discreetly.

“Not without you.”

“You could. I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll wait.”

“Me too.”

✧ ✧ ✧

A week of school had come and gone. The end of the school year had finally passed.

Good news for many.

With warm weather more prominent, people of Gotham City enjoyed it wholeheartedly.

For Dick Grayson, it was the day. A day to spend with his soulmate, his good friend and crush.

Yet the youth had to wait.

The batmobile zoomed down a familiar road.

Bonding would have to wait.

The dynamic duo were solving a case as swiftly as possible. Thankfully there was still time. The criminal’s hideout would be their last stop.

Lest they’d be scolded by Aunt Harriet upon their return to the manor.

We’re gonna catch ‘em, Robin thought in determination. We’ll be sure to make it quick too. He hit his palm. They won’t know what hit them.

✧ ✧ ✧

Sitting at the edge of your bed, quiet kept you company. Also Sir Hopps, your loyal blue bunny companion.

Comforting sunshine warmed your toes as the curtains remained pushed aside.

Since midmorning, you had been aware of the muffled juggling of emotions from your soulmate. You deemed it safe to assume that Dick was busy wearing green and red.

Is it okay that he keeps getting annoyed? You couldn’t help but to smirk at the thought of his little pout. It’s better than being scared or mad. He must be fine though.

Maybe your closeness with him gave you the thought, the possible explanation. The sneak peek into his specific feelings.

Dick is probably getting impatient. I hope he knows I don’t mind waiting a little longer. We’re just going to the park…not an event or anything. You thought with a quick glance to the clock. Or maybe he can’t wait?

A quiet sigh left you.

Both yourself and Sir Hopps observed the empty luggage bag sitting near the closet. A handwritten list sat atop of it; a reminder of the summer trip ahead of you. One full of sand, water, and almost a full house of people. No visits to the homey Wayne Manor. If luck was on your side, you might have a phone call to your soulmate.

Even without school, he could still be busy. But at least none of us have homework! You thought and stuck your tongue out at the paper remanences of your last semester. It’s summertime!

✧ ✧ ✧

“Don’t they know they have the whole summer to talk over lunch?” Aunt Harriet voiced from behind the steering wheel of her car.

“I suppose.” Dick tapped his fingers along the passenger side’s door. The youthful ward had only. Been out of his costume for a little over fifteen minutes.

“It’s such a pretty day too.”

“Thank you, Aunt Harriet, for offering to drive us to the park.”

“You’re welcome, Dick.” She smiled and soon added, “To be honest, I really wanted to see (Y/N) before they leave for the entire summer. Oh, I know you must be so disappointed.”

Shoulders slumping, Dick sighed.

“The summer vacations always pass quickly. You’ll see them again in no time.”

“I know.”

Out of the window, Dick recognized a familiar figure.

“I see them.” He announced happily.

“Goodness,” Aunt Harriet had already turned on the turn signal. “Don’t jump out of the car, Dick.”

“I won’t.”

Sparks and bubbles of joy filled his chest. The best feeling he had all day. Personally. Well worth the wait and punches he exchanged earlier.

How will I feel when I see them after summer vacation? Dick thought as the car pulled into the residential area. Happy for sure…or maybe surprised because it’ll feel like forever. Golly, knowing your soulmate is really something else.

A click of a door opening gave Dick another jolt of positive emotions.

“Hi, Mrs. Cooper,” you slid into the backseat and closed the door.

“Hi, dear. I hope you weren’t waiting too long.”

“No. It’s all right.” You buckled yourself in before tapping the back fo the passenger’s seat. “Hi, Dick.”

“Hi.” The youthful ward sent his soulmate a wide smile. “How are you?”

“Pretty good. What about you? Are you letting Mrs. Cooper pick the radio station today?”

“He is.”

Aunt Harriet focused on her driving. Safe as always.

Gotham City held many sights and places. Tall and even the easily ignored. Traffic moved steadily.

The car was parked near somewhere close by the park.

Upon exiting the vehicle, Aunt Harriet grabbed a book she brought along to read and Dick grabbed your hand.

Holding your hand had become a habit he did not expect. He liked it of course, very much so. It was a simple gesture on the surface with much unspoken feelings beneath.

This is real different than the first time we held hands, Dick thought. That was the first time we actually met! At least we haven’t been in that situation again—with Penguin. Things would be a little different now.

A gentle squeeze on his hand and he turned his attention to his soulmate. Curious eyes watching him, never judgmental or uncaring.

“How has your day been so far?” You asked.

Oh, Dick had to think of a clever answer. Nothing too close to his masked persona. Nothing too heavily a lie. He didn’t like giving you an excuse.

“Fine. Bruce and I did get caught up in conversations with others, which is why I’m sorry for being late to pick you up.”

“It’s not a problem. We’re still here, aren’t we?”

“We are.”

“Then we’re fine. Your aunt gets to read her book and we get to wander around the park with no worries.”

No worries, Dick thought, yes. It keeps getting better. He sent you an easy smile. Who knew I’d be holding hands with my soulmate?

The pair of you walked on, in no rush or going in any specific direction. Cloud cover protected eyes from the brightest of the sun’s rays. A slight breeze kept you both comfortable. The perfect day off.

Less than a day to spend time together.

That was not something Dick wanted to be reminded of.

All the schoolwork, studying, your ridiculous punishment and you two can’t be together during the summer. It could be considered unfair. Dick surely was ill-prepared for the news.

I’ll miss quiet moments with them too, whether we’re working on something or not. He thought as he looked at the grass ahead of their path.

“Your knuckles are a little red.” You muttered, eyes downcast. “Did you accidentally hit a wall or something?”

No, he thought, I missed the crook and the wall, but I didn’t miss the metal tray.

“Yeah,” he answered, “but not a wall.”

“Oh, good. Because that hurts…especially if your hand was moving fast.”

He tried reading your face and asked, “Have you hit a wall?”

Holding his hand between both of yours, your shoulders raised defensively. “It was an accident. I was just walking out of the bathroom, turned too quickly, and BAM.”

“Today?”

“No,” you answered almost playfully.

“Yesterday?”

“…Yes.”

“Are you okay?”

“Sure. I’ve had worse.”

Dick stopped walking, alarm rising in his chest.

Worse? What happened? Was that before we met?

You held his hand under your chest, looking at him in slight panic.

“No, no, no,” you said quickly, “I meant hitting my funny bone or my toe against a table. It’s okay. I mean…sure I’ve gotten hurt before, but who hasn’t? Something minor.”

Exhaling slowly eased his new worries.

“I’m sorry.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I overreacted a little.”

“Teeny tiny bit.”

Of course you knew, you felt Dick’s emotions before he could keep them in check.

They’re fine at home. They’re fine now.

“Come on,” you tugged on his hand. “I promise I’m not that clumsy. I’ve never dropped my textbooks while tripping.”

“That’s good.” Dick couldn’t help but to smile.

The two of you begun walking again. A breeze to your side. Feet walking in step of the other’s. Keeping a distance from other park visitors.

“Charlotte tripped the other day leaving math.” You mentioned casually.

“Is she alright?”

“Yeah…I caught her with my backpack…or rather she caught herself on my backpack on me at the doorway.”

“…Okay.” Dick cracked a smile at your thoughtful gaze.

“School’s weird.”

“Don’t let Bruce hear you say that.”

Twisting around, you started walking backwards. “But it’s true. Not just the social stuff. We learn things in a classroom and then go home to do more on our own. Then the next thing we know, it’s the end of the school year and all I have are tons of notes and bags under my eyes.”

“But we learned a lot.”

“Sure, but do I physically have anything from the results? Like a plant or,” you gestured widely, “a new skill or a project that will help others and the environment for years to come?”

“You could still do those things if you want.”

“If I have the time…or actually remember.” You mumbled, “I didn’t remember about the beach house.”

A weighty, almost cool, feeling came through the soulmate bond. One Dick recognized from moments where he thought he didn’t try hard enough as Robin when it counted. It always mattered to him.

Dick watched as you dragged your shoes through the grass. Crestfallen and too critical of yourself.

The urge to make you fell better took hold of him. To be there for you. No obstacle in his way, only to find the right words. Hopefully.

“There’s a bright side,” stated Dick.

“No school?”

“Right. And no Gotham City events with lots of people.”

He smiled victoriously when you perked up at his words. His pacing kept him closer to you, still backwards in your movements.

“No dinner parties where you don’t know half of the guests. No essays or homework.”

Surging warmth of his own emotions cycled between you both.

“You don’t even have to carry a pile of books if you don’t want to.”

“Okay, okay, okay.” You swung his hand with yours around in the air. “I just wished I would’ve remembered to tell you.”

“But then you would’ve had to tell me instead of your guardian announcing it like the best holiday of the year.”

“Oh, yeah.”

He had found the right words.

You stopped walking and Dick joined you easily. The breeze moving the nearby trees carried murmurs of others. None of which he paid much mind to because he focused on you. Giving you his honesty.

“Even though I wish we could spend more time together; I know you’ll have fun at the beach. It might not be Gotham City’s or have good waves, but you’ll have the opportunity to relax.”

A curve of your lips held promises to your future vacation.

“Not gonna lie,” you reached up with a hand for a moment and tucked a loose strand of Dick’s hair back in place.

He swallowed.

“I’m really looking forward to sleeping through most of the morning.”

“Right.”

That breeze feels really good right now, he thought as heat creeped up his neck.

“So, uh, what do you like to do at the beach?” He asked and wondered if they should walk around more. Then perhaps you wouldn’t notice him overheating.

“Besides playing in the water.” Your gaze wandered as you thought. “Eating ice cream and bird watching.”

“Which ones do they have there? Birds, I mean.”

“Usually mourning doves, cattle egrets, and seagulls.”

“Cattle egrets?”

“They’re mostly white, maybe with a little yellow and they eat insects and some times stand on the backs of cows.”

“Bruce takes me bird watching some times.” He said, keeping his free hand by his side still unsure of what to do with it.

“My guardian doesn’t really care for it, but everyone usually watches movies on the television.” You shrugged and circled your thumb around his knuckles. “I hope they’re better than last year.”

Partially distracted by your touches, Dick almost stumbled on his words upon asking, “Who stays at the beach house with you?”

“Charlotte and her mom will definitely be there. I’m not sure if Charlotte’s older cousin is going again. She’s kind of loud.”

“It’ll be fun with your friend there.”

“Yeah. Charlotte’s fun to be around. Some times I wonder why teachers haven’t separated us.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“We’re not being disruptive. We just…fully support each other when there’s a debate in English class.

Nodding, Dick tried his best to keep in his wide grin. Imagining you being bold in your words in class, for your friend, could not have made him more proud. You were strongly loyal.

“I’m pretty sure you’d do the same.” You smirked knowingly.

Hit with the intensity of your gaze, Dick looked away. He knew you were right, but the point was you knew.

Do they know me that well already?

A sudden drop of emotions, however muffled, pulled in his stomach.

Blue eyes peered up.

Something held your gaze.

“Darn it,” you whispered.

Glancing over his shoulder, Dick saw his aunt waving them over. A book in one hand. Above her, far into the sky, large clouds more grey than when you all arrived. All signs to leave the park.

Heaviness in his heart kept him in place, familiar and unwanted.

Don’t feel upset or sad, Dick thought as his gaze returned to you. They’re going on vacation. Heck, they deserve it!

Truly, Dick Grayson was happy for you. The emotions spun in him somewhere amongst the sea of disheartenment.

But that was life, wasn’t it?

“Ready, Mister Grayson?”

“W-what?”

Releasing his hand, you linked your arm with his and offered a smile. The forced delicate curve of your lips distracted Dick from the inevitable. For a second.

A gentle nudge to his side and Dick walked with you towards the end of your outing.

I thought we’d have more time.

Building higher together, the afternoon clouds formed even grayer. Turning into storm clouds as they rolled into the city.

Do they have to go home right now?

Around him, across the green lawn, people wandered or scurried with gazes trained skyward. Ordinary people and citizens of Gotham City going about their lives.

How many citizens have gotten close to their soulmate, but never met? How many people know their soulmate, but just don’t know!

Fingers squeezed his arm before holding firmly.

We could’ve had the whole summer.

The pair of you reached his Aunt Harriet and followed her lead. Back in the car, Dick gave no mind to the passenger’s seat. Soulmates sitting as close as seatbelts allowed in the back of the car.

Your fingers traced soft patterns on his forearm while Dick clenched his hands at his sides.

“I’ll be back,” you whispered into his shoulder. “I promise.”

Clicks of the vehicle’s turn signal no longer added a grin to the ward’s face.

I don’t like these feelings. He thought as you moved away from his side.

Car in park, Aunt Harriet looked into the backseat. “Alright, dear. Have a wonderful vacation.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Cooper,” you said as you unbuckled your seatbelt. “You too.”

Smiling fondly she said, “You can call me Aunt Harriet.”

Your eyes widened and a warmth coated your heart.

Dick smiled as you did. Earnest and bittersweet.

Leaning over the center console, you kissed her cheek. “Bye, Aunt Harriet.”

The older woman chuckled. “Good bye.”

As you slid out of the car, Dick Grayson followed. Not wanting to waste a second.

His close proximity didn’t surprise you, not after the ride back to where you lived. It did allow the pair of you to hug immediately. A tight embrace desperately trying to ignore the concept of time and knowledge of distance.

It’s just a few weeks.

Dick reluctantly lowered his arms as you pulled away.

“Have fun, okay?” You kissed his cheek.

Comforting warmth blossomed from your lips into his skin. He closed his eyes from the soft familiarity.

“I will.” Dick looked to you adoringly and said, “I hope you have fun every day.” He pressed his lips to your cheek briefly. Upon seeing the surprised look in your eyes, he smiled. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.” Voice quiet and eyes full of wonder, you remained still. Hands somewhere between intertwined and fiddling.

The young ward did not know what to make of his nor your actions. He did know you both could not remain outside forever.

“Go get packing. I still need to read your essay.” Dick nudged you ever so slightly.

One last smile and on you went. Heading back indoors to prepare for the beach.

No farewells exchanged.

No eager waving.

There was, however, a strong belief that you would have fun and gain needed rest.

Meanwhile for young Dick Grayson there would likely be a busy summer ahead wearing a mask and cape. Until he saw his soulmate again, he would help keep the city safe. And maybe have a little fun while doing it.

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[rin-the-shadow]

So going back on my "What if Robin and the Riddler had to team up because Batman was incapacitated?" bullshit again. But since the original image that inspired it was the one of Riddler and Molly (in disguise as Robin) wearing helmets in the car, I am now envisioning this:

Riddler: *Giddily climbing into the driver's side of the vehicle*

Robin: "...Are you sure you should be the one driving?"

Riddler: "Of course. You don't have a license, do you, Boy Wonder?"

Robin: "I have a learner's permit."

Riddler: *triumphantly raising a finger.*

Riddler: "Ah, but you do not have a licensed driver in the car, and unlike you, I have no qualms about breaking the law!"

Robin: *snaps fingers in annoyance*

Robin: "Holy misdemeanor!"

[strawberri-doggo]

60s Night Owl Oneshot: Sink or Swim

Pain throbbed through Night Owl’s head as she slowly blinked herself out of unconsciousness, groaning quietly and trying to piece together what was happening. The last thing she remembered was a feather-tailed dart pricking her arm and Robin calling out her name before everything faded to black as she fell from her horse’s saddle.

She tried to raise her hands to rub her aching head, but found them tied tightly behind her; not entirely surprising, given the circumstances. As her vision focused, she saw that her ankles were tied together too, and she soon realized there was also a gag around her mouth. Penguin clearly hadn’t spared any precautions this time. Speaking of the feathered fink, she heard a crackle from the speakers above her head before his voice came booming through.

“Well, well, well, it seems our little owlet has finally woken up! Say, how’s that head of yours feeling? Took a pretty nasty fall there, hwah hwah hwah!”

Night Owl’s eyes narrowed in a glare, wishing she could get the gag off to tell that crooked bird just what she thought of him.

“Say, I think a little ice will help with that pain, wouldn’t you agree?”

Suspicion filled her mind; he would never be so generous as to help her, so he must have some tricky scheme up his sleeve.

“Yes, I think some ice is just what you need! Here, allow me to help with that!”

The sound of machinery whirring filled the room, Night Owl’s senses going on high alert as she looked around for what could possibly be happening. She didn’t have to wait long for an answer, as the metal floor began to slowly split open in a radial pattern, dipping downwards to reveal a pool of icy water taking up the entire bottom of the room. The young crimefighter began to panic, pushing herself back against the wall in a futile attempt to keep herself from falling in. Her boots slipped and skidded against the smooth steel, her breathing quickening as she tried to think of some way to get out of this mess.

‘Batman!’ she thought desperately, ‘Robin! G.W.! Where are you???’

She twisted her wrists and ankles, hoping she could somehow tear through the thick ropes that held them in place.

‘If I could just get to my utility belt, or even just stand up-!’

But the ropes remained tight and unyielding, and the panels of the floor kept folding down even lower, until Night Owl couldn’t fight the force of gravity any longer. With a muffled yelp, she slid down the perilous slope, tumbling over the edge into the deep, icy water. She just barely managed to take one last desperate breath before her body began to sink below the surface, shutting her eyes as terror squeezed her heart so tight she thought it would burst. Her mind was a flurry of fear and desperation too dense to properly think through, struggling even harder against the ropes that bound her as she shivered in the freezing water.

‘Dad’s on his way, he’s gotta be on his way! He’ll be here any second, just gotta hold on a little longer!’

She tried to hold out hope, but as the seconds ticked by, her movements grew weaker and her head became clouded and fuzzy. Finally, after about two minutes of trying to break free, she passed out, her body reflexively trying to take in air as she sunk to the pool’s floor.

~ Meanwhile ~

Batman grabbed Penguin by the front of his suitcoat, working hard to restrain the anger and fear in his voice.

“We’ve got you cornered, you foul fiend! Now tell us what you’ve done with Night Owl!”

“I’ve done nothing whatsoever with her, my agitated adversary!” Penguin replied with infuriating composure, “Merely gotten her some ice for that fall of hers!”

“Yeah, right, Penguin!” Robin snapped, punching his fist into his palm, “Like you’d ever do anything to help one of us!”

While the other two interrogated the Penguin, G.W.’s eyes swept the room looking for clues. They landed on a video monitor behind the arch-criminal, widening in shock and horror.

“Guys, look!”

Batman and Robin turned to see what she was pointing at, only to gasp at what they saw: Night Owl bound and gagged, struggling for freedom in a pool of water. Batman’s eyes flashed with fear, his heart stopping for a moment as he cried,

“Night Owl!”

Penguin laughed, saying with a smug grin,

“See? Perfectly chilled in my own little slice of the Arctic Sea!”

Robin’s face was flushed with rage, looking seconds away from strangling Penguin as his gloved hands clenched into tight fists.

“You murderous monster!”

Batman took a deep breath, steadying his mind as he forced himself to focus on what to do next.

“There’s no time to lose. You two, go rescue Night Owl, while I hand this tricky bird over to the authorities and call for an ambulance.”

The twins nodded and dashed out into the hallway, opening each and every door they came across in search of the room that held their endangered teammate. At last, they threw open a door and were met with a cold blast of air, taking a step back from the sudden drop in front of them. Robin didn’t waste a second before diving into the pool, his heart racing as he saw Night Owl lying motionless at the bottom of the pool.

‘Please don’t be too late, please don’t be too late-!’

As soon as he reached her, he grabbed her tight, hoisting her back to the surface as he held her close. When they both broke through the water, G.W. tossed down the Batrope and helped pull them back out onto dry land. Robin set Night Owl on the ground, listening for a heartbeat with bated breath as his hands clutched her shoulders.

“She’s still alive.” he confirmed with a shaky sigh, “But we’ve gotta hurry.”

G.W. nodded, beginning to cut the ropes around Night Owl’s wrists and ankles as her brother ripped off the gag around her mouth. He hesitated for a moment, but decided that chivalry would have to wait as he placed his hands on her chest and began with the compressions. After around thirty, he tilted her head back, pressed his lips to hers, and breathed deep, though it was hard when he was already so out of breath with worry. He then went back to compressions as his sister held the other girl’s hand in a death-grip.

It took another few rounds of breathing and compression, but Night Owl finally stirred, then shuddered, then coughed up a mouthful of water before taking a ragged, gasping breath.

“Oh… my gosh…”

Robin and G.W.’s faces lit up, the both of them squeezing her in a tight hug and knocking the little bit of air she’d regained out of her lungs.

“Oof-! H-heh, hey, guys…”

“We were so worried about you!” G.W. exclaimed, pulling her closer.

“Are you alright??” Robin asked protectively.

“Well, I nearly drowned to death, so I’m thinking I’ve been better!”

The other two rolled their eyes with a snort as Batman rushed down the hall, several doctors right behind him.

“Night Owl!”

Her father knelt by her side, cupping her face in his hands as relief flooded his whole expression.

“Thank heavens they reached you in time! Any other injuries?”

“Just the side of my head from when I fell off of Omen.” she replied, gingerly touching the sore spot.

“Just take it easy while we get you to the hospital. You still have a lot of water in your lungs that we need to deal with.”

Night Owl nodded, trying to stand up but stumbling back dizzily. Robin caught her and steadied her against his side, G.W. going to support her from the other side as they helped her out of the Penguin’s hideout and down to the waiting ambulance.

(Yay, first fic published on Tumblr! Thx for being my inspiration, @robingurlscorner)

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Bill Mumy and Angela Cartwright from Lost in Space with Burt Ward from Batman on the 20th Century Fox Television lot (1966)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

:-P

[atomic-raunch]

Robin Bliss

[wigglesdtuff]

You're a criminal, cute and creepy

[uncharted-constellations]

Birds of a feather

[heybiji]

I love your art style, ESPECIALLY your DnD art! I wanna give your scarred elf boi a big ol hug! Never has a drow ever made me wanna play the race as much as your art of Dandelion!

oh, he could certainly use a hug lately, please do please do.

and FOLLOW THE DROW DREAM!! just don't be a donut like I was and have them in disguise for 60-something sessions while you are desperate to draw and share art of them but CAN'T

[ssaronance]

happy 56th birthday robin buckley !!

[where-dreamers-go]

Hi, Erica! I was wondering if I may request a Dick Grayson imagine where the Reader and him know each other from school, and while the Reader is at a soda shop or something Batman and Robin show up. They recognize his voice but is confused when they see Robin instead and Robin gets nervous because he can see them figuring it out. So maybe Batman has to intervene?

(A/N: Hehehehe. But also: gosh darn, time to put the pen to work because I don't shut up about fandom ideas. Hi!

Also: Ah, crap. It was supposed to be an imagine??? Uh, for now this imagine is complete. Might add a part 2 or something.)

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"Soda For Your Thoughts" Dick Grayson x Reader

On a weekday, the best time of day was after school. No question about it. The brain finally had a break from the hours worth of information intake.

The time between school's last bell and the start of homework was sacred. Short and full of possibilities. Anything could happen in Gotham City.

°.•*

Speeding down the open road into the city was more than business, it was important to the citizens. Arriving to a local soda shop for clues was top priority. The Penguin was up to his foul deeds again.

Without knowing what the tricky bird was up to, the dynamic duo were on their way to find out just that.

Time was ticking, but Robin always had faith that he and Batman could figure it out.

°.•*

You were due for free time. It was only fair. Most of your mornings were spent leaning over a desk with a pencil in hand. Not much choice in that.

Sipping a cold soda did just the trick. It also gave you moments to process your day. The sweetness seeming to light up your day.

"Looks like there are plenty of eyes here." A familiar voice grasped your attention.

Dick Grayson, you thought. A smile pulled at your lips before you fully looked towards the entrance in search of the well-dressed student.

Your excitement upon expecting the boy from class dropped. Who you saw instead was the famed Batman and Robin. The pair stepped with purpose.

What? But I heard him.

How could it be? Were you mistaken?

Your shoulders slumped.

The owner of the soda shop met the caped heroes in a poorly hushed tone. Not that you could blame him. The Penguin had visited not too long ago, but not for a tasty beverage.

Good thing there was no ill intent given to any of the customers, you included.

"Hmm." You grabbed for your drink again, but his voice interrupted.

"Excuse me." Robin walked up to you. "Did you see the Penguin when...he...." He swallowed.

Curiosity had struck you. Not only was the young hero's voice familiar, but his masked face was strikingly like someone you knew. Not a face one passed in the halls. Not brown hair combed just so by anyone.

"Uh." Robin stood still. Watching you study him unabashed.

Blue eyes decorated by black. Intelligent eyes you'd seen before. Ones you would never forget in a hundred years.

"Batman." He said and nothing more. Pivoting on the floor, yellow cape swishing.

The called caped crusader turned and walked over to the younger man. "What is it, Robin?"

You blinked, head tilted sightly.

His eyes, you thought. Those were the same wide eyes looking at me when I said I aced the pop quiz last week.

°.•*

Holy flipping stomachs, Robin thought. His eyes trying to focus on anything else in the shop as he pretended not to notice. Trying his best to act professional. To be Robin not Richard Grayson.

What such luck did he have?

Rotten luck.

Your gaze burned into the side of his cranium even as Batman asked you for any useful information. No doubt you had some.

In school you were always attentive and observant. That surely meant you would be helpful with the new case, but the way you looked at him...as if his mask was barely on his face.

You talked, but Robin couldn't make out your words between the sounds in the shop and his mind. White noise of panic.

Holy multitasker, he thought as he chanced a quick glance over his shoulder. Rubbing his gloved fist, he couldn't help his anxiety.

What if you knew?

A light clap to his shoulder and Robin flinched.

"Easy there, old chum." Batman chuckled. "We might just have our next clue."

"That's great." His words closer to a murmur.

"Everything alright?"

Blinking and hitting his opened palm with his fist, Robin bounced back. "We have a lead. Let's go." Without delay, the young man scurried out of the shop.

Relief hit him as soon as he was in open air. Making a quick jump into the Batmobile was easy. The look Batman set him with, not so much.

"What is it, Batman?"

"You couldn't talk to your schoolmate. How come? You've done it before."

"Not with them," Robin said much too quickly. "I--they just... I felt like they saw me. No mask--no anything!"

"Easy, Robin. I saw it too. We'll have to come up with something if they question you."

Groaning, Robin slouched in his seat.

"But for now." He buckled his seatbelt. "We have a Penguin to capture."

"Right!"

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BATGIRL 1966

Yvonne Craig

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Batman Puppet Theatre - Ideal Toy Company (1966)

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Vintage Comic - Detective Comics #0339

Pencils: Carmine Infantino

Inks: Joe Giella

DC (May1965)

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