#Dc comics High School Au

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⚣ Dick: The Popular Kid 😉

⚣😉 A/N → @swimmingpainterhandsfreak here you are! This is going to come in 3 parts, this one for Dick, and the next two for Jason and Conner separately. Every time I tried to do them all together, I kept getting stuck. They'll all be included in each other's in some fashion, but they'll still all have their own respective parts. Also, because I couldn't find it in my heart to do a fic where Y/N had to choose. Call me a wimp, IDC! Okay maybe just a little...either way, enjoy! WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | Omegaverse | Courting Rituals | Highschool AU | Alpha Dick Grayson | Omega Male Reader | No one is a vigilante | Dick and Jason are not brothers | Dick is the stereotypical popular kid | Smut |

⚣😉 Summary → Dick, the most popular Alpha in school and one of the sweetest souls anyone will ever meet has his eyes on someone special. What's his plan?

⚣😉 Words → 7.0k

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⚣ ENJOY 😉

Dick Grayson? Everyone knows who Dick Grayson is.

Everyone where he went, people swooned and fawned over him like some graceful dignitary or even divine being had just crossed their paths. His charisma was magnetic, drawing others into his orbit effortlessly.

With a smile that could disarm the most skeptical and a charm that seemed to flow from him like a natural force, he moved through the corridors as if he owned them, yet always with a friendly word or a helping hand for those around him. He wasn't just admired; he was adored, a living legend among ordinary teenagers.

And yet, you’d never know it from how Dick acted around others.

Dick Grayson remained remarkably humble and grounded. Unlike many in his position, he never let the almost worshiping attention warp his character. His kindness knew no bounds, and his humility was genuine.

Despite being the adoptive son of Gotham's beloved billionaire, Bruce Wayne, and having access to all the privileges that came with it, Dick never flaunted his status or wealth. Instead, he used his influence for good, often volunteering his time to help those less fortunate in Gotham City.

His actions spoke volumes, proving that true greatness lies not in the accolades one receives but in the way one treats others. In a world where fame and fortune often breed arrogance and entitlement, Dick Grayson stood out as a shining example of grace and compassion.

Bruce was the “Billionaire Playboy,” and Dick was subsequently deemed as “Gotham’s Prince Charming.”

And every prince needed someone to share their kingdom with; Dick Grayson was no exception.

Which is why Gotham’s most prestigious high school and its student population were positively abuzz with excitement at the rumors flying around that Dick was planning to court someone. While many had their own ideas (most being hopes that Dick would choose them), mostly everyone had one certain candidate in mind that had beseeched their heart of their school’s Prince Charming.

“Bitch, are you blind? Have you not seen how hot Y/N and Dick look together?” Sasha replied.

“OMG, yeeess! Like seriously, imagine how cute their kids would be. And Dick would probably be like the world’s best dad.” Manny screeched.

“Fuck all that. Y/N needs to give a real Alpha a chance.” Kevin proclaimed, puffing his chest out.

Everyone at the lunch table eyed the athlete while trying to hold back their chuckles, “Dude, no offense. But, you’ve got nothing on Dick. I wonder how Jason and Conner are gonna react.”

“Well, the four of them have been best friends since what, like the 1st grade? I’m sure they’ll be fine with it,” Ethan said bored, scrolling through his social media feed on his phone before coming across an interesting post, “Oh, would you look at that, Dick proposed to Y/N.”

“WHAT?!” Everyone collectively screamed at the table before Ethan’s phone was snatched out of his hand so they could all see.

“Rude,” The beta scoffed.

Dick had known Y/N practically since diapers after Bruce adopted him when his parents were caught in a fatal accident. The Omega’s parents, specifically his dad, had been classmates and friends with the billionaire.

From the early days of their childhood, they went from being adolescents who were thrown in the playpen together while their parents hung out and caught up, to being thick as thieves, joined at the hip, and now serving as constant headaches for the adults. They shared everything from toys and snacks to hopes and dreams, their laughter echoing through the halls of Wayne Manor as they embarked on countless adventures together.

Their parents often liked to joke that the two of them together were like two halves of one brain cell. Which, if you knew the two, it was nothing but the truth. Even worse when their other buddies Conner Kent and Jason Todd were involved, all four growing up with each other and causing massive chaos when together.

But, for Dick and Y/N, their bond had been special since day one.

From the earliest days of their childhood, Dick and Y/N had been inseparable. Under their parents' watchful eye, they had grown up side by side, learning and exploring the world around them with the curiosity and wonderment of youth.

As they navigated the trials and tribulations of adolescence, their friendship had only deepened, strengthened by the trials they faced together. Whether it was navigating the complexities of high school or grappling with the weight of their respective legacies, they had always found solace and support in each other's company.

In Dick, Y/N found not just a friend, but a pillar of strength, someone to lean on when he felt like he couldn’t stand so strong on his own. Dick's unwavering presence provided a sense of security and stability in a world filled with uncertainty. His caring sensibility and compassionate nature offered solace in times of need, a comforting reminder that no matter what challenges they faced, they would never have to weather them alone.

When they both reached the age of puberty where their second biological statuses would present themselves, their friendship remained steadfast and strong. As Y/N's presentation as an Omega became apparent, the dynamics of their friendship did shift subtly yet significantly added more depth to their relationship.

When there were sudden whispers and sideways glances, a subtle unease had settled in the newly presented Omega, shaking his confidence that had been strong up until then. For Y/N, the change was both bewildering and overwhelming, as he grappled with the newfound scrutiny and expectations that came with his new biological status.

But amidst the uncertainty and the whispers, there was one constant: Dick Grayson. From the moment Y/N's presentation became known, Dick was there, unwavering in his support and resolute in his loyalty. He stood by Y/N's side, a steadfast presence in the face of adversity, offering a shoulder to lean on and a voice of reason in moments of doubt.

When the bullies came, as they inevitably did, it was Dick who stood between them and Y/N, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. With his new Alpha status and ever-growing popularity standing because of it, the bullying attempts were short-lived since none of their classmates wanted to commit what they considered social suicide by getting on the son of Gotham’s most beloved billionaire’s bad side.

Which, Y/N definitely considered them smart for it. Because, while Dick was always kind and pleasant to everyone, he was never a pushover and would always defend those he cared for with striking resilience.

Emphasis on the ‘striking’ part. Bruce had Dick put in self-defense lessons from the moment he could walk. An unspoken necessity considering the lives they lived.

But perhaps more than his physical prowess, it was Dick's words that offered the greatest solace to Y/N. In moments of doubt and insecurity, when the weight of expectations threatened to overwhelm him, Dick was there, reminding him that there was more to him than any title, rule, or expectation someone placed on him because of his status.

He‘d always repeat how he was strong and capable and that he didn't need the validation of others to prove his worth. And that he’d never know just how much he’d mean to others, especially the Alpha himself.

In Y/N, Dick found not just a friend, but a soulmate—a partner whose presence brought a sense of completeness to his life. As they navigated the complexities of adolescence and the challenges of growing up, Y/N became more than just a confidant; he became a source of emotional support and unwavering understanding.

When Dick grappled with the weight of his past, mourning the loss of his parents and struggling to find his place in the world, it was Y/N who offered a shoulder to lean on and a sympathetic ear to listen. With quiet strength and boundless compassion, Y/N stood by Dick's side through every tear shed and every heartache endured, providing a sense of solace and comfort that no one else could.

But Y/N offered more than just emotional support; he offered clarity and perspective in moments of confusion and doubt. With an intuitive understanding of Dick's innermost thoughts and feelings, Y/N helped him navigate the murky waters of identity and self-discovery, guiding him toward a greater sense of who he truly was.

And while Dick may have been the Alpha in their friendship, it was Y/N who kept him on his toes, challenging him to be better, to do better, in every aspect of his life. Whether it was pushing him to excel academically, encouraging him to pursue his passions, or gently nudging him towards self-improvement, Y/N was always there, helping Dick fill in wherever he was slacking and encouraging him to reach new heights.

But amidst the laughter and the shared moments of joy, there lingered an undeniable tension—a spark of something deeper and more profound. It was a connection that transcended friendship, a bond that spoke of unspoken desires and unfulfilled yearnings. In Y/N, Dick found a kindred spirit, a partner in crime, and perhaps, if fate allowed, something more.

Their relationship was a dance of longing and restraint, a delicate balance of affection and restraint that left them both yearning for more. And as they stood on the precipice of adulthood, their futures intertwined in ways they could never have imagined, Dick couldn't help but wonder if perhaps, just perhaps, Y/N was more than just a friend—he was the missing piece of the puzzle, the one who completed him in ways he never thought possible.

While he may have been too young to really understand everything he was feeling, he knew he didn’t want the chance of him never getting to learn more about it ever become a reality.

So, Dick went to his dad, to ask him how he could properly court his friend. Of course, Bruce, being the observant one who always liked to play detective as his friends and colleagues would point out, was not surprised at his son's request.

Truthfully, he was waiting for the day when Dick and Y/N got together and even had a little wager going on with the Omega's parents. Speaking of which,  he'd won, making sure to have Alfred remind him to collect his winnings from the L/N's when all this was said and done.

Actually, he figured why not collect his winnings as soon as possible. Being a bit of a traditionalist, something he got from his own father, Bruce advised his son the best first thing for him to do was to get Y/N's parents' blessing before he committed to anything else.

So, while Y/N was busy hanging out with some friends for an after-school club, Dick and Bruce made their way over to the L/N residence, where the billionaire smugly watched his son ask the two males if he could court their son. Of course, they gave their blessings with joy, but they didn't miss the subtle smirk on their friend's face as Y/N's dad went to grab his wallet.

Bruce took Dick to the stores to find Y/N a special gift, something that would symbolize his commitment and devotion to his feelings towards the Omega, but would also be an accurate representation of them. The younger male was torn between the many options, unsure of what would be the best choice.

When his eyes landed on a shining, silver chain with a sapphire pendant cut into the shape of a bird, Dick knew this was the one. He made sure to wear it for about a week, using his favorite colognes frequently so it was covered in his scent.

Then, right before lunch, he'd presented the gift to the Omega in the hallway of their school with many of their classmates as witnesses.

"What's this?" Y/N asked, looking down at the velvet box Dick had handed him.

"Remember that history project we had for Mr. Kari's class, and you chose to do one on the ancient Kryptonian society and all its mythological lessons," Dick explained, smiling softly as the memories flooded back.

"I remember."

"Well, I happened to be out shopping the other day–"

"Uh huh, I'll choose to believe that,'" Y/N eyed him suspiciously, making the Alpha chuckle.

"And, I saw this necklace," Dick continued, taking the box from the Omega's hand and opening it.

When the male caught sight of the jewel inside, his breath hitched, unable to take his eyes off the shimmering blue gem.

"It reminded me of your research on the mythological lore of the two birds," Dick explained, pulling the necklace from its cushion, "Flamebird and–"

"Nightwing," Y/N finished his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," Dick smiled, "I guess the jeweler was a fan of the story. But, I remember you talking about their relationship, how they fell in love and were mates, destined to always be reborn and find each other, and it made me think of us, and how I don't ever want to think of life without you."

Take notes folks. Dude's got game.

"Y/N, will you accept this token and allow me the honor to court you, with the hope of becoming your Nightwing?"

Dick knew the Omega was going to later berate him and possibly hit him over the head with a pillow or something for making him cry at school. He liked to refer to himself as an emotional thug, something Jason accurately always called bullshit on.

"You're lucky you're cute you jerk," Y/N sniffled, hugging the Alpha tightly, "Of course, I will."

"Thank you, beautiful," Dick whispered, hugging the male back, ignoring the whistles and cheers of their classmates.

Y/N turned so his back was facing the Alpha, allowing him to clasp the necklace around his neck, the jewel resting near his heart. Dick smiled, wrapping his arms around the male and nuzzling his nose against the other's neck.

"Ugh, I'm calling it. They're so gonna get married and have a bunch of model babies." Manny gushed.

"I can't believe Y/N didn't realize sooner Dick was into him. How oblivious can you be?" Sasha asked.

"He's an Omega. It's a blessing and a curse. Blessing because they're usually the most beautiful and have the best genes. Curse because they're the most clueless and naive. If an Alpha wants to fuck, they're the easiest to seduce." Kevin replied.

"You're a pig. You're lucky no one has tried to castrate you yet." Ethan deadpanned.

"I'm not wrong."

"Still a pig, and you definitely are," Kara replied.

"Whatever. I still think Dick is a weak choice of an Alpha—"

"You're just mad because Y/N didn't go with you to homecoming."

"I'm not—shut up, Ethan! All I'm saying is that Dick is not the ideal choice for someone like Y/N. He needs an Alpha who's strong, can put him in his place when needed, and doesn't put up with his shit. Not a rich pretty boy who's spineless and soft. I'd even say Conner would be a better choice for him, not before myself though," Kevin stated, puffing his chest out a bit.

"Yeah, uh huh. Whatever helps you sleep at night, babes," Manny said, rolling his eyes.

"Just wait and see. When this ends in disaster, and Y/N realizes Dick can't protect or provide for him like a true Alpha can, he'll come running straight into my arms," Kevin said confidently, smirking.

"Maybe this is why you never get invited to Dick's parties anymore and always have to count on getting in with the rest of the football team," Kara mocked.

Kevin rolled his eyes, "Whatever I'm telling you, it's only a matter of time. Yeah, Dick's cool and nice and all that, but that's only going to get him so far. Plus, all the expensive gifts in the world don't compare to the value of a real Alpha," Kevin said while flexing his arms under his varsity jacket.

"Yeah, a real Alpha like you?" Sasha snickered.

"Exactly," Kevin smirked.

"Uh huh, sure. Keep dreaming, sweetie," Manny laughed.

He along with many others would indeed have to keep dreaming. Dick Grayson was not one to do things halfway.

The teen Alpha spared no expense when courting Y/N, taking him on extravagant dates, and spoiling him with lavish gifts. Of course, much of this was being spent on Bruce's coin, but the billionaire didn't mind if it meant he got to see his son happy.

Y/N also knew how Dick was the perfect gentleman (having an English butler who knew everything about being prim and proper helped a lot), but what he was seeing from the Alpha now was a completely different level of chivalry.

He was pulling out the chair for him if he wasn't opening the door for him or offering his coat. If he wasn't paying for the food or dessert, he was giving him his own. If he wasn't helping him into the car, he was holding his hand and making sure his seat belt was fastened.

Y/N was practically never allowed to pay for anything while in Dick's presence, or even in moments when he wasn't. When Y/N accidentally shattered his phone, his parents didn't even need to call the store to order a replacement cause Dick had gone ahead and ordered Y/N the latest new phone.

Dick wasn't just spending Bruce's money willy-nilly. Since Y/N accepted his courting date, Dick got a job just so he could use that extra money to spend on Y/N. Bruce just tended to fund the really expensive dates and gestures.

It gets to a point where Y/N has to think about his words carefully around the Alpha because, within a span of twenty to thirty minutes, it would be presented to him with a bright, adorable smile that made it impossible to be mad at him. The Omega was craving Wendys for lunch and without thinking about it said it out loud. On his way to lunch with a couple of friends, he was confused because Dick wasn't with him since they always walked together from lunch.

But, his sudden disappearance was immediately explained when after arriving at the cafeteria, he turned to see Dick walking in with bags from Wendys.

"Really?" Y/N eyed him with an amused raised brow as the Alpha set the food and drinks on the table.

"What?" Dick responded, an innocent look on his face.

That became more of their routine, even in situations where money was not involved. If Y/N wanted something, he wouldn't need to say a word, and Dick would do it.

One of Y/N's favorite things in the world was Alfred's baking, especially his cookies. On days when the Omega was feeling up to it or was just down in the dumps about something, Dick would surprise him with the cookies. Of course, he was paying for the ingredients and materials and just having Alfred do the baking, but Y/N didn't need to know that.

Sometimes, Y/N would get into a depressive funk about something and would start forgetting to take care of himself. His parents knew how to handle it, but nowadays, they just called Dick, and in under an hour, the Alpha was at their house helping Y/N get back on his feet. Helping him clean his room, organize things around him, and get himself back on track.

If you thought they were inseparable before, well, that was nothing compared to now.

Dick and Y/N were practically joined at the hip, always together, and always touching. Holding hands, shoulders, thighs, waist, etc.

And just as much as there was a slight change in Dick's behavior (in a positive manner of speaking), in how he treated the Omega, there was also a slight shift in his attitude towards others when it came to him as well. It wasn't obvious at first, but to those who paid attention or knew more about them, many could also see how much more protective Dick had grown of Y/N.

Don't be misled, Dick never lost his friendly and kind attitude with others. But, it was easy to see the Alpha tended to become a bit more on guard when with the Omega and they weren't solely around family like their parents or Conner and Jason.

Dick was always at Y/N's side or close by, ready to jump in at a moment's notice if he noticed even the slightest hesitation or uncomfortableness from his Omega. Which, no one would actively fault the Alpha for it, knowing it was typical for Alphas to become a bit more territorial and protective in any matter regarding the Omega they were courting.

And it didn't help that their school was full of prideful, jealous, and horny Alphas along with envious Betas and bitter Omegas. Even more considering they were all hormonal teenagers as well.

When it comes to a courting ritual, there is no greater challenge than competing with other potential suitors.

Since Dick currently held the title of one the most popular Alphas in school, if not the most popular one, mostly every Omega and a significant number of Betas wanted him as their boyfriend. But, since his eyes were on Y/N, that made the Omega in question the recipient of many fake, cheery smiles tinged with jealousy and obvious, hateful glares.

Which, to be honest, he didn't know which one unsettled him more.

On the other end, there were no shortages of Alphas and would-be suitors who saw and wanted Y/N as their mate. And with Dick suddenly courting the Omega, he'd pretty much made himself an open target, even if the majority of them were smart enough to know the consequences.

Dick didn't blame them, of course. Even though he always thought of his Omega as attractive, handsome, beautiful, and every other adjective in a thesaurus, he could clearly see how much Y/N had grown into himself since their early years as teenagers.

Y/N went from being one of the many everyone picked on and pushed around, to being one of the few most sought-after Omegas in the entire school. While puberty could be the literal curse of inconvenience and interruption, there was no arguing that it had its benefits as well.

And many would attest to those benefits personally. Not too much though since they knew Dick was a black belt in martial arts. But, there were always those who thought of themselves as untouchable and would try to test the waters, not realizing the depth of the ocean they were about to dive into.

"Oh, hey, Y/N. You're looking pretty hot today. Maybe we should hang out later. Grab some food or something," An Alpha said, leaning against his locker, his arm blocking his exit.

"Uh, thanks, but no thanks, Mike," Y/N politely declined, trying to pass the guy's arm, but the Alpha wouldn't budge.

"Aw, c'mon, baby. Don't be like that. You know, I could show you a good time. Better than what you've ever experienced. I could treat you right," The male purred, leaning in closer.

"I'm sure you could, but I'm not interested, sorry. Now, if you would excuse me, I have class," Y/N said, trying once again to push the other away.

"Why are you playing hard to get, huh? We both know that's not who you are, baby," Mike replied, grabbing the Omega's wrist and pushing him against the lockers.

"I said, 'no,'" Y/N glared, pushing the guy off him, "So, leave me alone."

"Aww, don't be like that. Come on, let's go have some fun, baby," Mike smirked, pulling the Omega into him.

"Mike, stop," Y/N said, struggling in his grip.

"Excuse me."

Both turned to see Dick, the Alpha's gaze sharp, and his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

"Dick! Hey, man. What's up?" Mike greeted, letting go of the Omega.

"Not much, just getting my books for next period out of my boyfriend's locker," Dick answered, moving to stand beside Y/N, putting a protective arm around his shoulder, "How about you?"

"Oh, uh, nothing much. Just hanging out. I was actually going to head to the library, so I'll see you later," The male tried to quickly excuse himself, only to turn and bump into Conner and Jason who were both standing there with their arms crossed, glaring at him.

"Going somewhere, Mike?" Conner asked, stepping forward.

"Yeah, man. Why the rush? You didn't seem like you were in a hurry a few minutes ago," Jason added, taking his place beside the other.

"No, no. I was just heading to the library. Need to catch up on some studying but uh, I'll catch you guys later," Mike said, but was once again stopped by the two Alphas.

"Why don't we walk with you? Make sure you make it there safely. It's the least we can do, right?" Jason said, a nervous look painted on the other's face.

"You wouldn't mind, would you?" Conner asked, an almost sinister smile on his lips.

"No, no. Of course not," Mike sighed, defeated.

"Well, then. Lead the way," Jason said, motioning for the guy to continue, watching him as he walked away.

"You're coming with us, right, Dickie?" Jason asked, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

"Yeah, I can't let you two have all the fun," Dick smirked, before turning to Y/N, "Mind taking both our books to class, babe? I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Of course not," Y/N nodded, giving the three a small wave as they turned the corner.

The Omega sighed, shaking his head, "Bunch of idiots," He said fondly, walking to his next class.

No one was surprised when Mike turned up at school the next day sporting a black eye and plenty of bruises to match. The three Alphas would deny anything, but everyone could guess what happened.

"Still think Dick can't protect or provide like a real Alpha," Manny asked Kevin with a mocking attitude after they heard about the incident with Mike.

"Shut up, dude," Kevin glared, grumbling.

Dick would continue his courting, making sure to put the fear of God into any other Alpha who dared to lay a hand on his Omega. He was determined to prove his worth, not just to the Omega, but also to anyone else who doubted him.

After everything the Alpha had done, Y/N couldn't imagine anyone else better for him. Sure, Dick wasn't a traditional, stereotypical, and cliche Alpha. He was more on the reserved and kinder side of the spectrum.

But, that's what made him special. He was someone who could make you laugh, even on your worst days, and could comfort you without needing to say a word. When he wasn't the class clown, he was the one everyone could count on and rely on.

His patience was endless, his kindness boundless, and his loyalty unwavering. And, not to forget, the dude was super fucking hot.

Just as much as Y/N was emotionally and mentally attracted to Dick, not that he was looking at the Alpha in a different line since the beginning of this courting ritual, the physical attraction he felt was almost overwhelming.

Dick may not have been on any sports teams, but he might as well have been, cause the dude was fucking ripped. He had abs for days and a backside and thighs to die for. Not to mention, the muscles in his arms.

Y/N could feel himself salivate whenever he had the pleasure of seeing the Alpha undressed and was very lucky no one had ever seen him drooling over his best friend. And the same went for Dick, who'd always been attracted to Y/N but only had just recently started acting on those feelings.

And what did you get when you had two hormonal, in-love teenagers?

Two horny fuckers who couldn't keep their hands to themselves.

"We're going to be late," Y/N said, panting against the door of the janitor's closet they were in, his shirt discarded and pants unbuckled with Dick kneeling on the floor in front of him enjoying himself immensely on the Omega's arousal.

"Don't care," Dick murmured, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through the younger's body.

"Someone's gonna find us," Y/N moaned, gripping the Alpha's hair tightly.

"They won't," Dick hummed, his tongue swirling around as he continued his erotic ministrations.

"Fuck," Y/N whimpered, his hips bucking forward.

"Any louder and you'll be the ones who get us caught," Dick teased, pressing a finger toward the Omega's slicked hole which pushed them over the edge.

"I hate you," Y/N panted, leaning his head against the door, his eyes closed as he tried to calm his racing heart.

"No, you don't. You love me," Dick smiled, the area around his mouth shiny with Y/N's arousal and cum as he stood up and pressed a kiss against the Omega's cheek.

"Ew! Dick, gross," Y/N whined, wiping and cheek and pushing the Alpha back.

"What? It came from your body! That's basically kissing you," Dick chuckled, fixing his clothes.

"That's not how it works and you know it. You're disgusting. I'm not doing this with you anymore," Y/N stated, cleaning himself up.

That was a lie.

Y/N found himself in a role-reversal situation as he was on his knees, forcing the Alpha against the wall while bobbing his head up and down on the Alpha's cock with unforgiving energy.

"Fuck, baby. She was only giving me her notes for the physics exam," Dick groaned, his hand fisting the Omega's hair.

"I'm sure," Y/N growled, his teeth lightly scraping along the length, his mouth still working, "That's probably why she was trying to scent mark you too, right?"

"She wasn't–shit, babe. Fucking hell, that's it. Right there," Dick moaned, his hips thrusting forward.

"Wasn't what? Going to try and get you to knot her in the bathroom stall after the test? Cause, I'm pretty sure that's what her plan was, right?" Y/N seethed, his hand pumping the Alpha's shaft, his tongue flicking the slit.

"Geez, who knew you could get so jealous," Dick chuckled, his breathing ragged.

"Shut the fuck up. Don't think I won't bite this thing off," Y/N threatened, his teeth lightly scraping the flesh.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. But, you don't have to worry, alright? There's no one else but you, Y/N. No matter how many Omegas try and throw themselves at me, my eyes will always be on you. Only you," Dick promised, caressing the other's cheek.

Y/N only gave him a look before his mouth was engulfing the Alpha's cock, sucking and licking the throbbing appendage while squeezing at the base to prevent him from cumming.

"Fucking hell, baby. I'm sorry, okay. I won't talk to her again. Promise," Dick whimpered, his orgasm feeling like he was going to collapse if he didn't cum down the Omega's throat soon.

"Damn right, you won't. This here belongs to me. Understand?" Y/N stated his tone firm and commanding while gripping the hard cock in his hand harder for emphasis.

"Yes. Shit, yes. Please, Y/N," Dick begged, his legs starting to shake.

"Who's is it, Dickie?"

"Yours,"

"Who's the only one who gets to taste, touch, or smell this?"

"Only you,"

"Good," Y/N purred, his tongue running to the shaft and its leaking head.

"Oh my god," Dick moaned, his breath coming out in heavy pants.

"You're all mine, Dick Grayson," Y/N declared, his lips wrapping around the swollen head, sucking and licking the precum.

"Yours. All yours, beautiful. Only you," Dick whimpered, his hips rocking gently, his eyes rolling back as he came into the Omega's mouth.

Y/N greedily swallowed, his hands moving to squeeze and massage the Alpha's balls, milking him dry. Dick stared down at the sight of the Omega with his cock still inside his mouth, the male's cheeks hollowed out as he sucked.

"Tastes so good," Y/N hummed, his tongue lapping up the remaining liquid.

"Jesus, babe," Dick groaned, pulling the Omega off the ground and onto his feet.

"What?" Y/N asked innocently, smiling at the Alpha.

"Nothing," Dick smiled, kissing him, "You're just amazing, that's all."

They couldn't get enough of each other, continuing their sneaking off to empty classrooms and bathrooms, sometimes even the gym showers and the locker rooms. They would usually do their "business" in the middle of the day, right after lunch or in the morning.

They would try to do it at each other's house, but would constantly get interrupted by their parents, who more often than not knew what their kids were getting up to. They were teenagers themselves once and didn't want to risk the young Alpha and Omega making a mistake.

It's why neither was allowed to hang out in the other's room without the door open. They used to sleep in the same bed when they were younger, but after they presented and especially started becoming a couple, both Y/N's parents and Dick's dad had to lay down some strict rules.

Didn't mean they would listen though.

"Dick, stop," Y/N whimpered, his hands gripping Dick's forearms as he laid with his back against the Alpha's shirtless chest, his hips rocking into the Alpha's fingers.

"Fuck, baby. So fucking wet," Dick groaned, his fingers thrusting into the Omega's slick, heated hole.

"Dick, your dad or Alfred could hear us and walk in at any moment," Y/N panted, his legs quivering.

"You should've thought about that before you teased me in the car," Dick whispered, his fingers curling and pressing against the spot that had the Omega crying out.

"Fuck!" Y/N whimpered, his fist flying up to his mouth and biting down.

"Yeah, that's it, babe. Stay quiet as you can," Dick husked, his pace increasing, his fingers stretching the Omega's hot walls.

"Mmph," Y/N moaned, his head falling back against the Alpha's shoulder, his hips rocking against the other's hand.

"That's it, baby. Just like that. Feel so good, babe. Gonna ruin this tight little hole of yours," Dick purred, his free hand tweaking and tugging at the Omega's sensitive nipples.

"Dick, please. Wanna cum," Y/N cried, his hand reaching behind and gripping the Alpha's neck.

"Then, cum. Show me how much you love it when I fuck you with my fingers, baby," Dick grunted, his fingers twisting and curling.

"Shit, shit, shit," Y/N chanted, his voice muffled as he bit down on his fist, his orgasm ripping through him, his cum coating his stomach.

"Hey dudes– OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

Both males froze, their heads snapping towards the door, their eyes widening as they saw Jason and Conner standing there, their mouths hanging open.

"Guys! What the fuck!" Dick immediately grabbed his comforter to cover Y/N.

"Dude! We didn't need to see that! What the fuck!" Jason shouted, his hands covering his face.

"This is the worst day ever," Conner mumbled, his eyes closed and shaking his head.

"Get the fuck out!" Dick growled, throwing a pillow at the two.

"Don't have to tell us twice!"

Both boys immediately turned around and ran out of the room, closing the door shut.

"Those two idiots. I'm gonna kill them," Dick grumbled, his arms wrapping protectively around the Omega.

"Well, we should've been more careful," Y/N said, sighing as he still was coming down from his orgasm and the shock of their friends walking in on them.

"Yeah, well. You were the one who decided to tease me the entire car ride," Dick defended.

"Whatever, I'm taking a shower. I feel sticky and gross," Y/N huffed, removing himself from the Alpha's grasp and heading to the bathroom.

"I'm joining you," Dick stated, getting up and following him.

"You're insatiable," Y/N shook his head, a smile on his lips.

"Only for you, baby," Dick winked, shutting the door behind him.

He was indeed insatiable, and it only got worse when they finally did the entire deed, Dick craving every touch and drop of the Omega he could get. It'd get even worse when his instincts and his jealous and territorial side would show when another Alpha would stupidly try to make a move on his Omega.

Now, that Dick had gotten a full taste of the Omega, outside and in, no one could compare. And the thought of someone else touching his Omega, made his blood boil.

Y/N's thighs had trembled as he lay back against the leather back seats of Dick's sports car, the Alpha's large firm, and sweaty body hovering over him as he snapped his hips forwards, inserting his full length inside the Omega. The car rocked back and forth with the force of his thrusts, making the tinted windows fog and preventing anyone from seeing the two teens inside.

"Mine. All mine," Dick growled, his nails digging into the Omega's plush hips, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing.

"Fuck, Dick," Y/N whined, his legs spreading wider, allowing the Alpha to reach deeper, his thrusts unforgiving.

Dick kissed the inside of the Omega's neck, bringing his sweaty body closer when he could feel it sliding up and retreating from his harsh movements. He pressed Y/N harder into the seats as he increased his pace, causing the Omega's moans and noises to reach a higher volume.

"Don't run from me," Dick grunted, his lips capturing the other's in a searing kiss as fucked into him at an even rougher pace.

He nudged Y/N's thighs apart with his hips that attempted to close from reflex, the Omega's body jolting with every deep, forceful thrust. Y/N let out a strained moan, his nails scratching down the Alpha's broad and muscular back as he was fucked like a slut, praying in the back of his mind none of their classmates would notice it steamy and rocking vehicle.

"No one else gets to have you. No one but me. You're mine, Y/N. Always have and always will be. Understand?" Dick's teeth scraped along the male's scent gland as he felt himself getting closer to his finish, "Say it. Say you're mine," He growled, his hands gripping the Omega's ass, pushing his legs further apart, and holding him in place, his cock drilling into the younger's abused and leaking hole.

"Yours," Y/N sobbed, his tears running down his cheeks, his face flushed red, his heart pounding as he was overwhelmed with pleasure, his body on fire, "All yours, Dick. Forever and always."

Dick smiled at the proclamation, eyeing the blew pendant necklace laying against the Omega's sweaty skin right over his heart, his chest puffing out, pride swelling within him, "My Omega," He purred, before delivering a few more thrusts, slamming into the Omega with a loud groan as he shot his load into the condom.

The pair lay there, panting, trying to regain their breath. Dick had his head tucked against the Omega's neck, his arms wrapped around him tightly, his knot keeping him connected.

"Are you satisfied now?" Y/N breathed, his eyes closed, his hands resting on the Alpha's broad and sweaty back.

"For now," Dick answered, smiling, pressing a kiss against the male's skin.

"I swear if anyone saw us and spread this around the school because you got a little jealous–"

"A 'little' jealous? I was not a little jealous. That guy was all over you and wouldn't take no for an answer. I had to step in," Dick defended.

"We were talking, Dick. He was asking me for notes about the history final. Not every Alpha or Beta that talks to me is going to be another Mike," Y/N explained.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up and cuddle me. I need affection," Dick pouted, snuggling the Omega.

Y/N chuckled, rolling his eyes, but did as asked, wrapping his arms and legs around the Alpha.

"There, better?"

"Much," Dick smiled with another soft kiss to the Omega's chest, right by his necklace.

"Good. Now, when are we getting you the necklace to match mine?" Y/N asked, his fingers tracing the lines of the muscles on the Alpha's back.

"Patience, baby," Dick chuckled, his hand rubbing up and down the smooth and soft body under him.

"Don't tell me to be patient," Y/N grumbled, pouting, "If you're Nightwing then I have to be Flamebird, which means you need a necklace that looks like a Flamebird. We're a mated pair, remember?"

"Oh I remember," Dick smirked, flexing his dick inside the Omega's warm walls.

"Fuck. Don't do that," Y/N whined, his legs tightening around the Alpha's waist, his back arching off the bed.

"Sorry, baby," Dick apologized, not sounding sorry at all.

"You're not," Y/N rolled his eyes.

"Nope," Dick grinned, his tongue licking up the Omega's neck.

Dick continued courting Y/N throughout the rest of the school year. As expected, they were each other's date to the prom where they proceeded to have hot, crazy sex at their hotel, and then came graduation.

To no one's surprise, other than maybe Y/N's, Dick proposed at their commencement ceremony, in front of everyone, the whole school watching. The Omega said yes, of course, and they were congratulated and cheered by their classmates and faculty.

Their parents were surprised, not expecting the couple to take the next step so quickly. They were happy for their sons, of course, but wanted them to be sure. Dick and Y/N agreed to both wait till after college to actually get married, fine with just being fiances' for now.

Someone had caught a picture of them kissing after Dick proposed and replaced the photo they had initially of them in the school's cutest couple section of their class yearbooks. The bunch of saps.

It was a love story straight out of the books—wait a second...

...

Nah.

☀️ | Dick Grayson/Nightwing | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

🏍️ | Jason: The Rebel | 🏍️ • 🏈 | Conner: The Jock | 🏈

[oifaaa]

Stephanie Brown

Is currently playing basket ball in my highschool au

She'd doing great

[fishfission-dc]

Batfamily Powerpoint Night! (Part 9: Barbara)

<<Part 8: Duke    |    Part 10: Alfred >>

[Masterlist]

Barbara: Alright, my turn!

Tim: Frankly I’m terrified for what’s about to happen

Dick: Oh Babs will be nice, don’t worry :)

Dick: I stand corrected

Steph: Oh god

Bruce: [sighs and puts his head in his hands]

Barbara: I organized it roughly from newest vigilantes to oldest, since more patrolling means more room for spectacular failures

Duke: It was a bad day for me

Jason: HA

Steph: Been there, done that. Not on TV though that really sucks man.

Steph: NOOOOOO

Tim: ONE SQUARED?

Steph: I GOT CONFUSED

Jason: [Hysterical laughter]

Damian: One multiplied by one?!

Steph: I THOUGHT IT MADE TWO I UNDERSTAND MY MISTAKE

Duke: From this mask view footage Batman is just watching this go down

Bruce: He said he didn’t want help. Felt like a teaching moment.

Damian: (muttering) I was fine.

Dick: Damian we were not going to drive you to 5th grade with a knife in your liver.

Steph: You’ve had this footage for four years?!

Barbara: I keep a file for blackmail. Cass doesn’t really have much, though.

Cass: (signing) I did learn the dance. Eventually.

Tim: WILL THIS TORMENT EVER END

Jason: YOU CRASHED THE BATMOBILE INTO A WALMART, TIMMY.

Steph: You deserve every joke we make about this

Damian: Your idiocy must be remembered

Dick: Yeah Tim this is pretty bad

Jason: Can I have that mask view footage

Barbara: I got ya

Tim: I hate it here

Jason: I really can’t defend this one

Dick: Why...? Did you shoot the trashcan?

Jason: I thought it was looking at me funny

Damian: The trashcan?

Jason: I was up for 52 hours give me a break.

Barbara: Do you want to tell them why you pulled two all-nighters in a row? Or should I?

Jason: You are an evil, evil woman. How do you even- nevermind. Of course you know everything, why do I even wonder. And for the record, the first night I stayed up for a case.

Barbara: And the second night was for Animal Crossing.

Jason: ...perhaps.

Duke: Oh my god.

Steph: And you laughed at me?

Bruce: (sighs)

Steph: Stop you were adorable in high school

Barbara: Thank you, but the braces? The acne? The bangs? 15 year old Barbara had no idea what she was doing.

Dick: I for one thought you were very cute in high school.

Jason: Stop flirting or I will leave

Bruce: Why were you both on a roof at night in your school uniforms?

Dick: I think let’s move on

Dick: Nevermind nevermind go back

Tim: Oh my god, Dick.

Duke: ”Purposely” ?!

Dick: I was nine

Damian: I knew better by age 9.

Bruce: Lessons were learned. I hope.

Jason: I’m starting to think I was one of the better Robins

Dick: I felt like I see sounds for three days...

Bruce: All traces of this were wiped from the internet.

Barbara: Oh Bruce, you know I’m better than that.

Dick: Hold on, hold on, we need an explanation.

Alfred: (as he walks by) A little too much to drink goes a long way...

Tim: YOU WERE DRUNK? ON PATROL?

Jason: No way. Even I haven’t been that stupid.

Duke: What did you buy at CVS

Bruce: ...apparently... I bought lollipops.

Steph: “Apparently” as in the next morning you didn’t remember putting on the Batsuit, going to CVS, buying lollipops, and talking to a guy with an audio recording device?

Bruce: ...yes.

Cass: (signing) Very bad. Very funny, but very bad.

Damian: Also an ineffective use of a smoke bomb if this civilian saw you walk away...

Bruce: Barbara, you have made your point.

<<Part 8: Duke    |    Part 10: Alfred >>

[Masterlist]

[nicomoon69]

holy fuck I took too long drawing this to dump it in the trash

anyways added cute lil eyes to the black veins ^_^ don’t ask how the gold eye thing works, i go by rule of cool

[were-wolverine]

birdflash high school au where dick is captain of the cheer team and wally is captain of the track team

cheer and track have practice at the same time (cheer is on the field, track is on the …track)

their first meeting is wally practicing sprinting but getting distracted by dick doing cool ass gymnastics shit

wally trips and faceplants, dick notices and goes to help him. wally is super embarrassed and dick thinks it’s adorable

[soranatus]

[puppiesandnightlock]

fic poll timeeeee!! I wanna get started on something after my summer of doing like, nothing, just to get the juices flowing

some of these are wips I alr have or docs I have like one sentence in ;-;

Idk if there’s something else you think I should do tell me lmfao

most of these will probs attempt to be canon compliant except for the actual au au’s

[cassandra-e-sandsmark]

Does anybody know exactly how much noise we can make in the dorms?

[alfredsolos]

Imagine Damian and Jon being the same age and going to highschool together. But with a little twist!

Jon's in his emo phase, wearing Kon's old jackets and Damian's dark shirts and stuff, while Damian wears cream and white colors looking all soft and delicate. They look like the cliche bad boy and the second-love-interest duo, where they fall for the same girl.

Another thing that would be fucking hilarious is that they'd, seperetaly, be-friend some random girl and would get jelaous of each other after finding out that the other is also her friend. Not because they are in love with her, but because they have crushes on each other.

So they'd try to split each other up (not-so-subtly) and rumors would go around of them being in some kind of love triangle.

The girl would secretly know that they liked each other (not knowing they're best friends or know each other at all) and try to set them up thinking they have some kind of internalized homophobia.

[billybatsonz]

I might just skip class today idk, i suddenly don't feel the urge to get up at all...

Life sucks

[magic-crazy-as-this]

I'm fully aware I'm like, 20 years too late to be imagining a Batfamily Ouran High School Host Club AU. This will not stop me.

[psychopomp-reborn]

Clark x Bruce x Diana polycule

You agree. Reblog.

[lilith-rose-ross]

Upcoming art assignments:

Art 1- self portraits

They can be made in any art style you’d like, how you represent yourself is your choice, must be done on a 12x16 canvas with acrylic paint. Mixed media is going to be a case by case thing, if you’d like to use something in addition to acrylic email me or see me after class.

Art 2- Basics of sculpting

Currently the first pieces made by students are being glazed and fired. The sculptures were modeled after plants, fruits, and other objects from nature. The catch however was that they needed to be sculpted with no reference, only based on memory. The finished pieces will be on display in the art room within the next two weeks.

Art 3- surrealism watercolor landscapes

Third years will be practicing surrealist landscapes made with watercolors. Surrealism is defined by objects combined in uncommon ways, it aims to go against traditional art rules and revolutionize the human experience. The paintings will be done with watercolors on 11x14 canvases. Mixed media will not be allowed for this project.

Art 4- monochrome paintings

Fourth years will be making monochrome paintings inspired by nature. Students will be allowed to choose whichever color and art style they’d like as long as they are using a single color. If a reference is used the reference photo must be taken by the student. The paintings will be done on 20x24 canvases.

If anyone has any questions/comments/concerns please don’t hesitate to send me an email (ask) or come see me after or during class

[floatinghanmi]

she was a punk he did ballet

[awhitehead17]

Day by Day - Chapter 30

Chapter Preview:

When Tim opens his eyes he's not where he should be. He finds himself in an all too familiar room, the exact one he wishes he could erase from his mind. With his heart beating wildly inside his chest and his lungs struggling to take in air, Tim attempts to come up with a solution that’ll mean his freedom, he doesn’t want to be trapped in this room. Not again.

As his mind is occupied by racing thoughts and fears he misses the sound of approaching footsteps and only realises someone is nearby when a fist repeatedly bangs on the door causing an echo to sound out. Tim flinches at the violence of it. Being trapped inside this little room isn’t how Tim imagined the end of his life happening. The bangs happen again and Tim lets out a whine, a sound he didn’t even know he was capable of making, and squeezes his eyes shut as he feels hot tears running down his cheeks. Once the tears start they don’t stop.

The door eventually slams open and with the force behind it causes it to bounce off the wall making another loud sound, reacting to the noise and action Tim yelps completely scared out of his mind.

Sobbing uncontrollably Tim wraps his arms protectively around his head and breathes harshly into his skin as he painstakingly waits for the rain of abuse to come his way. But nothing happens. No punches, slurs, footsteps or kicks. Nothing. After several long and tense beats Tim reluctantly lifts his head to find out what’s going on. It could be a trap. His kidnappers could be luring him into a false sense of security but Tim still lifts his head to get the answers.

[albatmobile]

The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 1

𓅪 Navigating the present is hard when your past refuses to die. 

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for Roy and Jason's child.

𓅪 Rated: M | 4k fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter One: Yellow Flowers | ao3 - wattpad

It’s 3 am when you get the text.

Not the normal 3 am sloppy bootycall text- not that you even do that type of thing. No, this shit smacks you straight in the face.

Thanks to your earlier activities downtown, you’re currently still two shits to the wind, meaning you have no right to respond immediately like you do, nor in the way you do.

Who even tries to call back a spam number at 3 am?

Apparently, you do.

You blame it on your evening spent with Damian and Jon downing shots at Damian’s penthouse warming party (yes, that’s really what Damian had actually called it). 

The kid turned 20 practically three weeks ago and decided that he was an adult and needed to move out of the manor to start his “new life as heir," whatever the fuck that meant.

Damian, being your friend of five years and your first friend at Gotham Academy, understands his standing in your life. He doesn’t hide the fact he knows he's the only friend you'd ever made aside from Roy and the rest of the Wayne family, so Damian also knows he can always count on you to show up to his crazy, most of the times expensive, schemes. 

Even though you still hang around the Wayne family, it's never been quite the same ever since Roy and, subsequently, Jason's disappearance during the summer going into Damian's and your sophomore year. 

It's a topic no one ever broaches on account of... Well, you don't quite know. 

With the Wayne family, everything has always been hush-hush. For the majority of the time you knew them, you saw how they’d kept to themselves, but somehow you managed to stick your foot in the manor door and have stuck around ever since, albeit barred from the secrets they all still seem to carry with them to this day. 

A penthouse warming party hadn’t necessarily seemed too crazy when he called to invite you two days ago, but being here and seeing him in his stupid tux, you realize you’ve completely underestimated Damian’s ability to make an event out of nothing.

You're in for a fucking ride.

The night starts off fairly normal with wine because Damian claims he’s classy (something you now know after all these years to be a total lie) until you and Jon break out the tequila. The two of you mischievously coerce Damian into taking body shots off of both of you.

From here, it basically goes to shit.

It was your idea, in hindsight, to turn on Bob Ross and take shots any time someone fucked up, but in your defense, you know that you and Damian were some of the best artists at Gotham Academy. Jon, on the other hand? Holy fuck did you overestimate his artistic ability.

“Jon,” Damian huffs. “How the ever-loving fuck is that supposed to be a happy little bush?” 

Damian smacks at the canvas, regretting it instantly as its wet paint spatters and adheres to his tanned skin. He scowls, fussing with his tux sleeves in an attempt to save them from the green paint that now stains his hand. 

Jon sighs, putting down his paintbrush for the third time in the past two minutes of the video to collect go more shots for the group.

You’re not going to say no to another shot.

“Shit looks like a Rorschach test,” you tease Jon as you finish off the shot he hands you. The alcohol burns your throat going down, leaving your eyes to tear up almost immediately following.

Your assessment is spot on, though Jon will never admit it. All you know is, from up close, his work is completely unidentifiable from the finished art piece on the screen.

Damian downs his shot with practiced ease. “You would know all about that, now, wouldn’t you?” he hisses your last name around a bright smirk as he grabs for your empty glass.

Yes, Bob Ross is what caused all of this.

Two videos later and too many shots to count, you decide it's time someone takes you on a tour of the penthouse. It’s a penthouse warming party, after all and you've only seen the kitchen, living room and a bathroom so far.

This is how you find your way to Damian’s pole.

Yes, he has a pole.

Yes, he’d attempted to hide it from you.

Yes, you’d found it anyway.

No, you don't know how to pole dance, though, you'll find that out later.

“No, no, no,” Damian’s voice booms from close behind as you run towards the metallic object in question. He curses your name as he pushes against your unsteady body. 

The red wrap top you’re wearing is barely holding back your tits. Damian curses aloud when he remembers why he can see your nipples- you’d fucking thrown your bra at one of his paintings. Evidently, because his had been better, he claims.

“Damian Thomas Wayne!” you exclaim as you push past him finally and stumble into the room, complete with a giant stripper pole in the middle. “You did not.”

Even Jon seems taken aback.

“Uhhh.”

It's later.

Without warning, your drunk ass shoves past Jon, dodging Damian’s grasp as you leap forward and onto the pole. 

You only manage to spin around once before you become too dizzy and fall face-first into…

“Damian, what the actual fuck, dude?” You scramble to stand as fast as you can manage in your tipsy condition. A dainty black thong dangles from your fingernails with you upon rising.

“What the fuck to you,” he spits out your name, a bright blush staining his cheeks. “Who picks up random underwear?” He schools his face quickly, tsking at you as he yanks them out of your grip. 

He makes his way back into the hallway, urging you both to follow after his retreating form, but you’re not having it.

You snort and hit Jon with your elbow. You aren’t going anywhere.

“Guess the penthouse warming party started early?” At this, Jon blushes harder than Damian ever could, leaving you to raise a curious brow. 

Damian and Jon? A thing? No way...

With a speed that rivals the Flash, Damian crosses from the hallway and back into the room to smack you on the back of your head. “Enough,” He pushes both you and Jon out of the room with a bright red stain across his cheeks. 

After that, Damian makes it a game out of how much Moscato it takes for you to forget about the whole thing.

Damian always wins.

You tap after your third glass, unable to keep your head up anymore. You know you're in for a rough night- well, maybe not night, but tomorrow is hangover city for sure.

Damian calls a car to collect you. 

You’re laughing at something nerdy Jon had said when Damian suddenly looks down at his phone and whisks you away to the waiting car below.

The walk down is silent, which is just fine with you, seeing as you wouldn't be able to say anything coherent anyway, nor have you been able to for the past ten minutes. 

You stop at the door of the car while Damian talks with the driver briefly. When he finally returns, it's to open your door and shove you inside with a threat.

Not even thinly veiled, mind you.

“You didn’t see shit.” He holds your eyes with his own and lets his hand rest on your shoulder in a warm yet menacing way- classic Damian. “Got it?”

“Mhm.” You nod a bit too animatedly for him to take your response seriously. 

He rolls his eyes in response. "I'm not fucking around," he warns again.

“Single Wayne has a pole in his penthouse, oh the headlines,” you mock easily, knowing just how to push his buttons even in your drunk state.

He's too preoccupied with securing your top that you realize you've caught him off guard, though he seems more relieved than anything to hear your coherent response. That is, it’s relieving as a friend, but as someone with a secret that you're on the verge of discovering, repeating exactly what he hoped you'd forget is completely irritating.

“Wayne heir,” he corrects you again, though you still don't fully understand what the difference is.

He finishes securing your tits back into place as respectfully as he can (nothing he hasn’t seen before, anyway) while you're busy snickering at your own joke.

“Enjoy the panty raid,” you tease with wiggly fingers. You slam the car door and plead with the driver to speed off before Damian can think about retaliating.

•••

So, here you are, calling a random number that had texted you ‘u up’ at 3 am.

It's so unlike you that you know it has to be the work of the Moscato Damian had practically thrown down your throat. Thinking back on it though, the shots Jon kept handing to you hadn't been much help either.

A deep voice springs suddenly from your phone, causing you to inadvertently gasp at its raspy nature, “You’re fast.”

You're already warm from the alcohol, face already flushed, but now you're feeling entirely too hot.

“That’s what she said.” You hate that you hear a slur in your speech. You sigh and prop yourself up on your velvet couch, “Who’s this?”

The sinful voice continues, “Guess.”

You're too drunk to be playing games like this, so you make to put a stop to the whole thing.

“M’kay bye,” you snort. 

Their voice may have been the smoothest shit you’ve ever heard, but you aren’t one to entertain whatever the fuck this is.

Your finger hovers over the ‘end call’ button when the man on the other end suddenly says your name frantically. You refrain from hanging up just barely but don’t offer anything further.

“Shit.” In the background of the call, you hear another deep voice. “Did she hang up?”

That one.

That voice sounds more familiar.

“Jason?”

You hear a heavy thump followed by silent bickering and an “of course!” from the original, deep voice before Jason comes through again with your name.

His voice sounds closer as if he’s now the one holding the phone. “It’s been a while, eh?”

You’re frozen for a moment as all the memories from Gotham Academy come flooding back into your hazy mind without permission.

“So long, I think you’ve turned Canadian,” you respond after a beat. You can’t help the sass oozing from your lips when your heart is beating like a sledgehammer hard at work. “What is it? Three years?”

Five. It's been five years.

“Something like that.” You can practically see him shrugging now.

You jolt before you can even register the intense pain that blooms suddenly across your practically bare chest at the words alone.

So, this is what they mean by opening old wounds. 

You want to hang up. You want to run.

You can’t do this. 

It’s too casual for the things each of you has left unsaid after all these years. After all the build-up your freshman year, only to have them just disappear in the blink of an eye? 

“Are you drunk?” he asks. It's at this exact moment that you can’t believe you haven’t hung up already.

You drunkenly shrug, only to realize he can’t see you. Instead, you mumble out a pathetic ‘no’ that you both know is a lie.

“Okay.” It’s quiet again.

Now you're actually going to hang up.

You move the phone from the ear to do so when the original voice booms through your speakers, “Wait!”

“What?” you hiss out in a manner that would put Damian to shame.

Good.

It’s what Jason deserves for acting so casual about this whole… situation? Is it really a situation if you haven’t talked to him in years? 

The tears you hadn’t realized you've been holding back answer everything.

“Are you taking classes?” the voice cuts through your emotional spiraling, leaving you to huff at his random question. “I need a sitter.”

You want to smack your head against the wall, still not understanding why you’ve let this go on as long as you have. “Who is this?”

You've figured out Jason, but the other voice still alludes you. 

You clear your throat, shifting your legs underneath yourself on the couch while you wait for a response. 

You’ve quickly lost patience with this call. No matter how much you want to catch up with Jason again, it's not worth this weird bullshit that’s tearing you apart at the seams.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” the voice says, becoming gravelly. At the same time, you hear Jason huff out an annoyed, “Roy," in the background.

Strawberry lashes, freckle-kissed skin, that stupid boyish smirk that always seemed present on his chapped lips. It floods into your mind like a tidal wave.

“Roy?” You’re immediately smacked in the face by the memory of the last time you’d laid eyes on his greasy, ginger hair.

It’s dumb. Even through your drunken haze, you can see it now as clearly as it'd been all those years ago.

It had been a few weeks after Roy graduated, something Jason had been pissed about as he still needed another year of credits to make up for what he’d missed. You remember how you and Roy had forced Jason to go to a drag show at a gay nightclub of all things.

Freshly sprung from your freshman year at Gotham Academy and never having been to a club before, Roy emphasized the only place he would take you was someplace where there wouldn’t be a shit ton of alpha-like college males. 

One encounter with a frat had been enough to have him steering you in the opposite direction of any Chad-looking-motherfuckers.

Jason, well, let’s just say Jason wasn’t too keen on the idea of the paparazzi seeing him and speculating why he was there. After your own run-ins with the paparazzi over the years accompanying various members of the Wayne family, you completely understood why the raven felt safer going there in disguise.

You never truly understood how deep the influence the Wayne family has on Gotham even to this day, but back then, especially not. 

You remembered wanting to respect Jason’s wishes nonetheless, so you and Roy pimped him out. Fresh curled red wig, one of your tightest long-sleeved dresses and custom heels he had commissioned for his wide feet.

You'd pointed out you could easily disguise him in a hoodie and Justin Bieber wig, but he kept insisting that it wouldn’t be convincing enough. You hadn’t thought much of it, never one to follow gender norms yourself, just thinking about what kind of makeup best suited his face and boom you guys were off.

You danced for four straight hours before your drunk asses landed at a 24/7 Steak and Shake, which may or may not have ended in the three of you running away from cops- well, cop.

Jason’s six-inch clubbing heels definitely hadn’t made it through that shit. In fact, you clearly remember him using them as weapons against the overweight cop (okay, let’s be honest- he was a security guard) who tried to chase you guys down.

You'd grown so used to their company that nothing else about that last moment stuck with you. You can’t remember what you or Roy wore, what kind of milkshakes you’d ordered, or anything about what they'd said.

You didn’t realize just how meaningful that one night would be until days, months, years had passed.

Now you’d forgotten the little things about them and, in Roy’s case, his whole fucking voice.

“You’re alive?” It comes out before you can stop it.

“Yeah,” he responds with a slight sigh in a way you might interpret as an apology, but you can’t be sure.

After all these years, you can’t rely on the tells you'd become accustomed to back in high school. Hell, you're practically meeting them for the first time again, with how little you know about them.

That night at Steak and Shake would be the last you'd hear from Roy as he'd completely stopped answering your calls and texts. A few weeks later, Jason would do the same.

You never understood what you did wrong to ruin what you guys had. If you ever had anything anyway, you remind yourself bitterly. And hell, maybe you are just playing back into whatever shit they'd been doing to you all those years ago, but your curiosity ends up winning out.

“Okay,” you say. You rub helplessly at your temples for a moment. You try to gain some composure but, ultimately, can’t muster enough energy or focus to do so in your drunken state. Your words tumble out again before you can stop them, “I can’t do this.”

You pause, waiting for any response. When there isn’t one, you feel like you can finally breathe again.

The line disconnects.

You can’t help but sniffle, knowing you've blown your one chance to reconnect with the two people you really care- cared about, you correct yourself.

You fall asleep pathetically drunk on the couch with your call log still open on your phone. You pass out just in time to miss the second text from the unknown, no, Roy’s number.

It's tomorrow's date with an address and time.

It's all starting again and you realize you might not be able to stop it. Maybe, more realistically, you don't want to stop it.

•••

You wake up four hours later feeling like the cursed light streaming through your sheer curtains is beating the shit out of your skull.

“Ugh.” You pinch the bridge of your nose in an attempt to quell your pounding headache. 

You try to collect yourself, making a mental note to add blackout curtains to your shopping list.

Unlocking your discarded phone, you see Damian had texted you to make sure you got home safe, to which, for some reason, you'd replied, “panty raid,” but then there was a random number.

It slams into you at full force what had gone down last night when you got back home.

“Oh, no, no, no, no,” you spout, quickly scrambling to your call list to see the random number at the top.

So, it hadn’t all been a dream???

You go back to the message and see the address and time, noting you have a few hours before said meet up. After much mental debate, you decide to get your shit together and face up to these motherfuckers.

You shower and eat first before picking out a deep-cut sports bra and somewhat matching leggings and head to Damian’s.

You try to call him on the way, but he isn’t picking up. Weird. He almost always picks up on the second or third ring for you.

If anyone has answers about Jason, it's Damian.

In the past, you’ve tried to ask Damian about where they’d gone, but, ever the emotionally open person, he remained vague and detached when you brought it up.

It was his brother, for fucks sake and you figured he'd be a bit more concerned if Jason were in trouble, which only put you slightly at ease. Obviously, Jason wasn’t hurt or anything, so you dropped it. Roy, on the other hand? You had no idea who to talk to about his disappearance, so, eventually, it settled into the way back of your mind.

Until last night, that is.

You think about Roy’s voice as you pull into Damian’s private car lot. 

You find yourself flushing with warmth at the memory. His voice had been so much deeper and sexier than you remember it being and you can't help but wonder how Roy’s physically changed. 

You bite your lip, imagining his shoulders being broader than before; maybe he's even shaved his long locks into a buzzcut or something crazy. Five o'clock shadow, anyone? You feel yourself getting wet at the thought of his rippling pectorals that are probably way bigger than what they'd been when you'd last seen them back in high school.

What the fuck is wrong with you???

You guys are just friends. Hell, not even that, you remind yourself coldly. You stave off your obvious arousal as you buzz up to Damian’s unit.

When he lets you in, you aren’t surprised that Jon’s still here, but you are surprised to see two huge hickeys that adorn his pale neck.

“Jeez, I sure hope I wasn’t a part of that.” You know you shouldn’t piss Damian off when you need his help, but shit, they could at least try to hide it better.

Damian rolls his eyes and says your last name, “What do you want?”

“Busy?” you snark back easily.

“Tch.” Damian motions you over to sit on the couch so you sit on the cushion between them.

Knowing Damian will never humor your guessing games, you get right to the point. “Jason and Roy called.”

He doesn’t seem shocked in the slightest, which kind of upsets you. “Is that all?”

You furrow your brows at him as you speak, “What do you mean, 'is that all?'” You face him now, turning your back on Jon, who senses the rising tension. “They went AWOL on me for five years, Damian.” Damian refuses to meet your eyes, so you take the liberty of moving his head to face you. There’s no way he doesn’t know something. “What do you know?” you ask with your hands still on his face.

He knows how determined you can get. You just hope he'll give you the information you need without putting up too much of a fight. With Damian, though, you can never be too sure of any of his reactions.

“You talked to them, didn’t you?” he asks, as if you should already have your answers. As if everything, after all these years, is completely obvious.

“Talk to them?" you sigh absentmindedly. "I’m meeting them in two hours.”

You hope the information will shake something out of him.

It doesn’t.

“He was studying,” he shrugs casually.

“Jason?” He looks at you like you’re stupid, which you take as a yes. You’ve heard the excuse before, but it didn’t explain what happened to your redheaded friend. “But what about Roy? He left first,” you point out.

He looks away from you disinterestedly. “I don’t think it’s really my business to tell."

“And when has that stopped you before, Mother Theresa?” you counter easily.

He leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees as if coming to terms with your words. “Severe addiction,” he offers finally. He looks at you with sympathy this time, something you'd only seen on his face once, all those years ago.

“Oh.”

You think back to all those times Roy had showed up to school drunk, high, or both and realize you should've said something. Even back then, you knew you should've. 

You stew silently, remembering all those nights at the manor with him and Jason- how you'd wanted to say something but never felt like it was your place to.

“It's not exactly something you go around telling people.”

“Yeah, definitely not a conversation starter,” you agree as you take in the new information and sit back in your seat.

Jon watches the two of you silently.

“You’ll see what I mean,” Damian adds cryptically out of nowhere.

“Okay,” you say dumbly.

He seems concerned, but you’re unsure as to why. It doesn't seem like he’s going to elaborate further, leaving you with a sense of dreaded anticipation.

“Do you think you should go?” 

So, he is concerned.

You feel your face heat up unwittingly and hope Jon won’t notice.

“Do you think I shouldn't?” you counter with a bit of malice. You aren’t some damsel in distress. Damian made sure of that when he’d trained you in self-defense in the manor gym throughout the years, especially after the accident.

“They hurt you,” he says your name softly.

Even Jon seems surprised at his change in disposition around the topic. It's drastically different from how the two of you interacted yesterday.

Jon's never experienced what your relationship with Damian had been like back when you'd first met. Jon had only started hanging out with you guys senior year, long after the dust had settled with Jason and Roy. 

Damian's wrong.

“I can handle my own,” you insist firmly.

Damian knows this too; he really does, but he can’t help but feel like, even though he’s told you all of this, you're ultimately still going in blind. He’s never been one to push, though. At least not with you.

The demeanor in the room shifts so quickly that you get whiplash.

“Good luck, then.” His response is cold and distant, as if he’s grown bored with the topic completely.

“That’s it?” You stand up abruptly, not understanding why he's acting so standoffish all of a sudden. “Whatever, fucking twerp.”

You feel his eyes sear into your retreating form after using his most hated insult.

“It’s so childish,” he claimed one day freshman year when you asked why it pissed him off so much. “Just makes you sound dumb in the end.” He’d stuck his nose up, declaring an end to the conversation.

You get back in the elevator, flipping Damian off for good measure, all while preparing yourself for the shitstorm that lies ahead.

A/N: here's a link to the spotify playlist! it's also linked in the masterlist (see below for link!)

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