#Richard Dick Grayson

[graytodd]

Dick giving Jaybin the yellow cape suggested by @redbirdandbluebird23 💛

[cinnaflurr]

hi guys ive come back with nightwing :) this is 100% not at all influenced by any personal bias bc nightwing is definitely not at all me core 😁

(this is a semi continuation off the last comic so if ur confused by jason check that one here) damian or cass maybe next !!

BTW i accidentally wrote that maps was new but a kind person corrected me on one of my reblogs!! (reposting their message so i dont spread misinformation Again) ↓

my sincerest apologies for the mistake (but tysm)!! 🙏

[super-marvel-dc]

[edi-storm]

My finals are next week and I’ve been dying but Brat by charli xcx is my current obsession so here’s a quick Dick sketch

[solivigantkaiba]

Bruce, going over case notes behind the sofa.

Dick: "Bruce, can I have chicken nuggets?"

Bruce: "*grunt*"

Dick: "Yeah, but I'm little, I can't reach the freezer and I don't think I'm allowed to fry anything by myself."

Bruce: "......*chirp*"

Dick: "Ok."

Bruce makes his way to the pantry, grabs a stepstool, places it by the cabinet, and trips over it.

"B? Are you ok?"

"*grunt*"

"I don't think the floor is that comfortable."

A tiny Grayson moves to lay by his incapacitated guardian, "oh, wait,.....maybe"

15 min later

"Master Bruce, Master Grayson, is there a particular reason I must inquire as to why you are laying on the linoleum floor?"

"B and I were gonna make nuggets, but neither of us know how.................so the floor it is."

".......I see, well if the young sirs would permit me, I can get started on those chicken nuggets and what say you a bit of a ceasar salad to accompany?"

"*chirp*"

"Yeah, that sounds good Alfie. B wants to know if we can have apple juice?"

"Of course."

Alfred steps over them both, Bruce in his embarrassment won't be moving and Dick has become very comfortable at his side.

[doodlesforfics]

Robin's Egg by Calix aka @arzuera​ is just, such gloriously fun fic to read. I literally want to draw so many scenes from it, like sadlkjfaskd  its just!! so cute!!! aaaaa ;33333

also a lil doodle for locket because my mind is so stuck on it and figuring it out, i mean its just ;) so thoughtful of timbo

[batrachois]

She is Koriand'r and he is just Dick

I’m more proud of this than I should be considering the state of the lineart lmao

[kaethefangirl]

Ever since North West's song came out Dick and Stephanie have been obsessed with it and it drives Jay and Tim crazy

Jason: I swear to god if I hear that godforsaken song one more time-

Tim: If they play it again I'm going to lose my shit.

*later that day in the batmobile*

Dick: Can I get the aux?

Bruce: Sure, why not

Jason and Tim: NO!!!

Stephanie: *smiling*

Dick: *plays his song* ITS YOUR BESTIE MISS MISS WESTIE

Jason: KILL ME AGAIN PLEASE

Tim: *attempting to jump out of the moving car*

[chthonia27]

Divine paradox

Dick Grayson x F!reader.

Content: Two unlikely souls entwined in a sacred affinity, the dance of Life and Death, a romance etched in the skies.

Tw: nudity, suggestive tone implied.

WC: 2k

Yin and Yang, push and pull. Life and death. That was a dance performed since the beginning of time. The balance needed so that the cosmos don’t devolve into chaos, so that all may know the value of life, and the importance of death. Sat on his throne, dressed in the finest of fabrics and engraving of pure gold, a halo of light surrounding his raven hair, was the God of life, Dick. The benevolent ruler of the universe, creator of all life and love, protector of souls. Everything the god touched, life would prosper. His sacred space, the realm to which he resides in, what could only be described as paradise, paled in comparison to his longing for Death.

He ran a thumb over the carved intricacies of his throne, his pink lips curled into a pout as his soul sang in longing for his counterpart, needing her presence always beside him. The god of life was rather.. clingy, to say the least. Such a primordial would be expected to act impartial, however he was absolutely taken by his love. Huffing and puffing, he bridged the distance to her realm without much difficulty. A cold, lifeless interval, wherein his love resided. Death. Such a misunderstood primordial being. She wasn’t evil by any means, contrary to popular belief. Merely continuing the cycle, no matter how intimidating, or outright spine chilling her presence was, she cared for the souls she looked after and justly punished those who have led less than desirable lives, allowing them to atone and relive the pain they’ve caused before their souls may evolve. She was anything but cruel, forgiving in fact. Comforting the souls of the lost, the sick, the injured and the young, a solace for their frayed souls.

Death. So just, so equal to all, so final. It was beautiful, really. How the creations he’d created with his own essence and loved so dearly would always be in her sweet embrace when the time called for it. Almost as if a piece of him would always be with her, cared for in the darkness of the underworld and in her cold yet loving embrace. At least that’s how he viewed it. The God of Life promptly arrived to the gates of none other than the terror of most entities. Calling out to his love, rather obnoxiously, he entered her realm. Death was.. difficult, to say the least. Authorative, hard headed, cold and incredibly standoffish, she was. But hauntingly beautiful, her entire being called out to the god of life’s like no other, akin to the sea nymphs that lured unsuspecting sailors into the trenches of the dark ocean depths. The moon to his sun, the counterpart to his being, his soulmate. The flower to which the beast of his jealousy guards ever so fiercely. None other designed so perfectly for him, and he for her, an indestructible bond so pure shared between the two divinities, a bond so etched into their souls unlike anything ever seen. She was always so curt and dry, never sparing another glance or thought to other beings of the galaxy, never paying any mind to the fruitless dramas that roamed the community of the gods, focusing solely on her duties. He however coaxed another complex faction of hers since the dawn of time, albeit subtle. Wether it was how he’d always pique her interest, her eyes trailing him wherever he’d advance, or the softening of her gaze and even the way she’d pepper gentle kisses to the slope of his nose and the contour of his jaw in the comfort of their realms, he knew deep within his being that he was loved.

”My Death! Where are you, my love?”, he yelled as he passed her soulless garden. Decaying roses, bare and withering trees along the edges of the stream of souls, dried soil and thorned vines covering the masses of the land, but he could only see beauty in it all. Beauty in her. He made his way to her throne room, the very same one to which all beings would enter and be passed judgment upon. His silk, white robes dragging at the stone as he walked to her, his eyes sparkling with sincere, unmistakable endearment as he eyed her form perched on her throne.

“My Death, there you are. I’ve missed you. Still brooding?” he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips as he kissed her knuckles. “No smile for me? Not even happy to see me? You wound me, dear. I shall die by the cold hands of death herself. Poetic, no?” He complained with no real malice, only meaning to rile her up. It’s fair to say he isn’t the only one who draws out a different narrative from the other, as she always brought out his mischief, his inner most chaos, and yet still displayed in ways that were reverential to her.

“Must you always be so boisterous in your arrival?”

A deep, velvety laugh escaped him as his eyes fixed on her alluring face, the softness of her plush lips pleading to be kissed. “I am simply expressing my enthusiasm for finally being in your presence after eons of not being in your graces, beloved.” She gave him a deadpan expression as she replied, “it has only been an hour since you last left.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“You’re hopeless.”

“For you.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t suppress the fond smile that graced her ethereal features, in turn igniting a deep sense of satisfaction in the aforementioned god. She lifted herself from her throne and wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling his chest as she inhaled the naturally intoxicating aroma of the earthy and slightly Smokey notes of her beloved.

“Ah, so you do have a heart.”

“Must you always ruin the moment?”

He gasped dramatically, almost shifting his weight completely on her as he feigned faintness. “Beloved! Must you always be so cruel to your husband?!” He bellowed out, his loudness echoing in the throne room in such a way that almost caused him to wince, the weight of his body crushing his beloved and nearly making her loose her footing.

“Ugh! Dick!”

“You remember my name!”

They both knew well she’d intentionally said it with a dual meaning behind her words, but they’d chosen to ignore it for now. He wrapped his hands on the back of her thighs, hoisting her up so that she may wrap her legs over his waist. He pressed a reverent kiss to her collar bone and to the sternum of her chest, nipping lightly at her cleavage before meeting her gaze once more. He simply admired her beauty, one so unmatched and unique, one that plagued his mind and has during his entire existence. A beauty so special he could worship until the ends of time. The look in his eyes could only be described as love-struck, pupils blown wide and his lips parted as he imagined the feel of once more capturing hers in a kiss. She was perfect, the epitome of beauty to him, no other could ever hold candles to his beloved. He closed his eyes and buried his face in the crevice of her neck before setting her down once more.

“Come with me.”

“Oh?”

That piqued his interest, curious eyes searching her face for any inkling as to what she had planned. She took his hand in hers and turned around, leading him from the throne room to her private chambers, and he couldn’t help but notice how hypnotically her hips swayed as she walked. The soulfully tied divinities navigated through the large expanse of the underworld before arriving at her bedchambers, entering the adjoining bathroom. His eyes scanned the area, a large crystal bathtub, that could truthfully be classed as pool due to its sheer size, coated in rose petals, candles situated on every surface of the room. He inhaled deeply, the sweet scent of vanilla tickling his senses.

“What’s this, beloved?”

“I’ve missed you.”

His heart flipped and his chest tightened with affection at her declaration. The love he felt coursing through his veins only sizzled beneath his tanned skin. He gently backed her up on the sink, forehead resting against hers as he kissed the corners of her mouth.

“Let me help you.”

Slowly, he placed his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs gently rubbing the nape of her neck. “Hm, my love, so beautiful..” His fingers found the straps of her dress, slowly slipping them off her shoulders and lowering them down her arms to expose her skin. Ever so gently, he ran his hands over the now exposed skin, admiring her like it was the first time he saw her nude body.

He slowly untied the back of her dress, lowering it further, the soft, silky material falling to her hips. “My beautiful mistress of death..” He gently pulled her body against his, his hands trailing over her bare chest and stomach. He continued to shower her in kisses, his lips moving down her neck and shoulder, his hand exploring her body. His mouth soon found her ear, his breath warm against her skin as he whispered quietly.

“I’m the most fortunate god in the whole universe.”

Kneeling down, he slid the dress completely off of her, gently lifting her legs and pressing kisses from her calves up to her thighs, worshipping her form with the purest of devotions. Once done, the god stood in between her legs, arms wrapped around her waist as he lowered himself to press a chaste kiss to her lips, tongue darting out to lick along her bottom lip, seeking entry into the warm cavern of her mouth. When permitted, the muscle danced with her own, exploring the familiarity of her as he tugged her impossibly closer, the feeling of her soft hands coming to unrobe him sending shivers down his spine. After the soft material of his clothing had pooled at his feet, he hoisted her up once more and slowly sat in the bathtub, his beloved straddling his lap as he continued the kiss, calloused hands palming at the softness of her skin, then moving to cup her face and run his digits through the silky strands on her head. The aroma of vanilla wafted through the room, the gentle flicker of the flames licking divinely on her features, illuminating her beauty even more. He pulled back only to catch his breath, the sensation of her bare body on his enough to make him want to abandon everything and spend eternity in the safety of her arms. He wordlessly pulled her flush against him, her soft curves contrasting with the hard planes of his hard chest and abdomen, lips coming to pepper kisses on her temples as he began to wash her. Skilled fingers massaging at her scalp, rinsing and repeating his steps before applying the conditioner to her strands. He loved to cater to her, his presence in the cosmos was designed for this. To love her, worship her as she should be. He then began to soothe the knots out of her tense shoulders, lips suckling at her neck, leaving evidence of his love in the physical form, gently washing her stresses away.

After completing their routine, lovingly caring for the other in such cherished ways, they simply continued to hold one another, whispering sweet nothings as the worries of their days melted away into the abyss of the forgotten. The warm water washed over the pair as they embraced, their bodies moulding into one, testament of their affections. Their skin slick and smooth from the water, arms around each other, relishing in the security provided within each other, the consolation of their presence a soothing balm to their souls, a comfort only they could find in each other away from the rest of the cosmos.

In the quietness of their moment, in the safety of their embrace and the intimacy thick with their love, there truly is no other place the god of life would rather be.

“I love you.”

[lovenaiu]

Batman: Urban legends

" Damian... He means the world to me." THEIR BROTHER RELATIONSHIP WILL MAKE ME CRY

[graytodd]

chillin' on the roof

[cinnaflurr]

lazy silly tiktok trending sound to my favorite bird (i love robin did you know he’s soo me)

[super-marvel-dc]

Come get the phone

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This popped in my head when I was looking through this list, and I couldn't help but think of a scenario with Dick Grayson (of course, he lives in my head rent free). Checked this like three times for typos, but I was tired so who knows what surprises wait ahead! Ah, I need sleep... Slightly NSFW, so proceed with caution, please! Also poorly written. Yes, that's a warning. So is Dick Grayson, because LOOK AT HIM!

“What are you craving right now?” Dick asks while looking through his phone for take out, not noticing that you scooted closer to him on the couch. “You,” you purr slightly, moving your face close to the side of his, and kissing his cheek. “Oh?” He hums, raising one of his pretty eyebrows as he smirks. “Mm-hmm.” you grin, raising a hand to cup his face to turn it towards yours. “But you know what I also want?” You look down at his soft lips, inching close to them. “What?” Dick's cheeks tint pink as you get closer to his mouth, his breathing speeding up, and heart starting to race. “Chinese food,” you whisper, quickly pecking his lips, then snatching his phone now that he was distracted, and jumping off the couch. “Hey! That's not fair!” He exclaims, his eyes wide and arms thrown out to the side. “Sorry, love, but I know you would've said no if I told you I wanted Chinese again!” You laugh, holding his phone close in case he tries to come after you to retrieve it back. “Well, yeah.” He grabs a pillow from the couch, trying to discretely cover his lap, yet failing and rolling his eyes when he sees you wink. “It's the third time you wanted Chinese food,” he says, chucking another pillow in your direction, smirking when it hits you square in the face. “Ok, firstly: ouch.” You rub your nose, pouting as you throw the pillow back at him, but missing horribly. “And secondly: I can't help that I love Chinese food so much!” You walk back over to the couch, keeping a tight grip on Dick's phone, and sitting next to him. “You love Chinese food more than you love me?” His arm wraps around your shoulders, and he pulls you into his side, kissing your temple softly. “Mmm.” You tilt your head, pretending to think for a moment, a breathless laugh slipping past your lips when he lightly tugs your hair in mock offence. “No, I love you more than Chinese food. I'd give up Chinese food for you.” Dick's teasing smile turns into a soft one when you finish your sentence. “Damn, you really do love me,” he murmurs, leaning his head in to kiss your lips gently. He pulls away after a moment, his beautiful eyes gazing into yours. “I love you, too.” He pecks your forehead, and your heart flutters, eyes soft as you smile at him. “But we're not getting Chinese again.” His hand grabs his phone, shoving it into the front of his pants before you could react. Your smile drops, a deadpanned expression now taking its place. “I am not afraid to reach in there, you know...” You raise your eyebrows, pointing to his jeans, and staring at him for a few seconds, your gaze glancing from his eyes to his pants. “I know.” He grin mischievously, a wicked glint on his face. “If you really want Chinese food then come get the phone.” Dick spreads his legs, the pillow that was resting on his lap earlier falling to the floor. He throws his arms over the back of the couch, a permanent grin etched on his pretty face as he watches you walk towards him with determination.

Please, do not steal my work

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ♡ ༘*.ﾟMouse-Trap ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ♡༘*.ﾟ

《Notes / Ideas / Mini Fic》

In this Au, (Y/N) is the the first sidekick since Dick Grayson is Stray in this timeline. Due to that, her origin is much different.

I would say (Y/N) would take the mantle in her college years.

By day, normal college girl that has a intership at Wayne Enterprise. At night, timid heroine that aids the dark-knight crusader.

With a quiet breath, you do your best to keep up with Mr. Wayne as he walks amongst the party guests. His secretary calling out sick, along with needing you as extra eyes incase of any.. Mishaps.

I would say (Y/N) back story is completely up to ya'll! But overall, she is the eldest sibling of batfam. Adopted or not!

"Ah.. Ms. Kyle." Mr. Wayne gently takes her hand, placing a small kiss on her knuckle as she chuckles gracefully at the contact. "Bruce.." She smirks cheekily, "I see your unacompanied at the moment.."

"I'm not, this is my son, Richard."

I see this (Y/N) is much more dependent on Batman/Bruce than Dick was.

Instead of her leaving Bruce with the intentons of becoming her own hero. He basically had to persuade about it, disscussing it and such.

Which works out! Kinda...

Ms. Kyle states, as you linger behind Mr. Wayne. Trying to take a peek at the situation, until you hear a unfamiliar voice chime in."A pleasure to meet you, Sir." He said respectfully.

Dick however, later on. Does in fact travel out of Gotham and becomes his own seasoned thief.

Later on, becoming more situated in Bludhaven, often visiting Selina!

Overhearing the greetings, you shuffle closer anxiously. Honestly just wanting to head home and finish assignments until patrol. "And who's this?" Ms. Kyle says soothingly as she sees you.

"A-ah.. Uhm.."

I would like to think in this Au, much more magicl-girl vibes!

Also, to add! Bruce is much more protective than usual. Cause I think its funnier!

But this is mainly due to MouseHero!(Y/N) still not as well-trained as Bruce, yet shows promise.

"This is my intern, (L/N), she's substituting for my secretary tonight." Placing a hand on your shoulder. He gently nudges you in front of the two. "Uh.. H-Hello?" You said weakly, doing your best to look at them both.

"Hello there." Ms. Kyle greets kindly, giving a small wave as Richard took a glance at you. "Hi, (L/N). Right?" He greeted charmingly, holding out a hand.

In this Au, there are Robins! But the mantle is always changing.

You blink at his presence, he.. He was gorgeous. His lips pursing into a grin, blue irises taking hold of your heart.

Grasping ahold of his hand, you politlely shake back.

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Yawning, Stray boredly stood watch as Selina grabbed the jewel. Smirking, he helped her up, letting her take the lead as he followed after. Running amongst the rooftops. Graceful as their feline personas as they dash.

*THUNK!*

Wincing slightly, Stray glances at the other building. Seeing a familiar bat-themed caped-crusader on their trail. Rolling his eyes, he kept moving, something or rather.. Someone did catch his intreset..

Gasping in awe at the moonlight, you jump over buildings carefully. Trying to keep up with your mentor as he skillfully plants his feet on the opposing building. You managed to bring your speed up, eagerly leaping forward, eyes bright as a smile blooms on your lips.

Stray, noticing the actions, slows down ever so slightly.. Savoring the raw expression on the heronies features.

Ah.. Far too late to admire when the opposing duos now stood neck and neck.

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Civilian (Y/N) is still shy, but more akward and humble, almost embarrssingly . While her Hero counterpart is still shy, a bit more cry-baby with a strong willed-heart. Overall, still the same girl, just one with more confidence.

Babs is still Batgirl! She doesn't date Stray. But does date Dick for a bit, but before they create their hero/vigilante personas, though it doesn't work out. Overall still on good-terms and are besties.

"Aww... Seems Pussy-Cat is gonna' ruin the fun!" Joker laughed, watching Stray pick you up carefully. Your costume torn a bit as you weakly move in his arms in defiance.

"Why don’t cats play cards with mice? They’re too fur-midable at poker!" Joker joked, sweating slightly as he saw the glare directed at him.

I love to think Babara is your utter bestie, in or out of costume. She Dislikes Stray, (she doesn't know its Dick), finds him way too cocky and flashy. Bruce and her team up to scare him away whenever they can, (often failing).

Jason however, finds Stray!Dick annoying but kinda cool. Though, Jay does on occassion get teased by the thief. Which he hates, and goes to (Y/N) with crocodile tears.

It works often, Dick finds it annoying and tries to explain himself as Jason smiles in wickedness. It still works when your all older! What a pain! (Dicks words, not mine.)

In this Au, Dick gives off more "golden-kid" vibes, due to the fact his thief-persona is much more flirty and blunt.

You smile, giggling as the thief dramatically recalls his tales with your "hero-self". Flustered slightly, dumbly nodding along as your chest felt warm.

Stray and Civilian!(Y/N) relationship is sorta like Mari-Chat in a sense (lol).

But I feel like she'd open up to him more due to Dick's flamboyant energy. Finding comfort without the need to be enemies when shes not in uniform.

But with Richard, she's more self concious than ever! Always afraid she'll mess up and ruin their starange friendship and he'll figure who she is.

Batman is so done, while Selina loves her new novela.

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Tagging: @gaozorous-rex-blog @b4tm4nn @777ily @celestial-kanzakii

[Yay! I wrote more! Horray! I need to write Hemlock!Jason. But overall one of my favorite Aus! Any more ideas? Send them in! Hearts, comments, fan art are super Appreciated! Check out the extra! Mousequerade Ball!]

[owlwithanapple]

He’s coming !

[hearts4robs]

𝐓𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ☕️

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Fandom. DC

Pairing. Richard(Dick) Grayson x f!reader

Genre. fluff/soft/sfw🍊

Word count. 1271

Warnings. None :)

Req. This wasn’t requested <3

Summary. Spending an afternoon in with your busy boyfriend was a foreign thing for the two of you. It only made it that more special when Dick for once wasn’t a dick. A quiet movie night sounds about right.

Notes. This story isn’t proof read, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way :) <3

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It’s not that Dick isn’t an affectionate and loving guy; he really is. He’s just... a bit of an asshole, really.

He doesn’t think before he speaks; he’s hot-headed, and his temper isn’t easy to dance around. And it certainly doesn’t help if he’s stressed out or pressured into something, not that you’d ever pressure him into anything.

Dick was, in fact, a great boyfriend. He treated you well, communicated decently, and tried to see you as often as possible, despite his busy schedule.

But for once, Dick had an afternoon off. Totally cleared; no work, no training, nothing. So now he has time to spend with you. And when he finally submerged in the sheets of your shared bed, he headed directly for you. With messy, black bedhair and groggy eyes, his arms snaked around your waist, squeezing you lazily. A small grunt escapes you as you almost drop the tea bag that was in your hand.

“Good morning, Dick. Slept well?” You grunt out, your own voice a little hoarse for the lack of use the past few hours. Dick slowly loosens his arms around you, his hands cupping each side of your ribs and his fingers tracing circles over the fabric of your shirt. His nose searches for your neck, piercing through your hair as his eyes flutter closed, inhaling you.

"I've slept good.. real good.” He mutters, his voice groggy and strained with sleep. I press a kiss on your hair before pulling his heavy head back up. He straightens up as he opens his eyes again. “Making tea, I see?” He speaks as you lower the teabag into your mug.

You nod your head, patiently waiting for the kettle on the stove to boil your water. You turn around in Dick’s arms, a groggy and lazy smile appearing as soon as he sees your face.

“Do you want a cup?” You ask him, your hand brushing a few wild strands of hair out of Dick’s eyes, his eyelashes fluttering briefly before he focuses on you again. He smiles before ducking his face into the crook of your neck again, nuzzling his nose into the warm, soft skin of your neck. “No thanks,” he mutters, politely declining your offer, his warm and quiet breath fanning over your neck. “I’ll just steal a few sips from you.” A soft smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and Dick inhales your natural scent deeply. It fills his lungs and the pit of his stomach with comfort.

He litters a few kisses on the skin of your neck, obviously still tired from his nap. Your fingers push his hair pack, scratching his scalp. He groans contently, humming quietly as he enjoys the touch of your cold finger against his warm scalp. “I’m assuming you’ve got the afternoon off?” You ask him, your other arm wrapping around his waist. Dick nods, once again lifting his head to look at you. A smile tugs at his lips. “Yeah, rest of the night.” He says, blinking a few times in a row to really adjust to the cool lighting of the kitchen. "What does that mean?" You trail off a little, your smile turning into a playfully smirk as the hand your prior had buried in his hair travels to his chest, caressing his chest through his t-shirt. “movie marathon?” You finish, your smirk turning into a grin as you wrap your arms around his neck. He tightens his arms around your waist, pressing you back against the edge of the kitchen counter, dipping down, and pressing a few lazy kisses to your lips.

“Sure,” he mutters, his lips sculpting against yours. “as long as I get to choose.” His words get lost in your lips, his kisses trailing down your neck. Your head falls back slightly, a smile on your lips as Dick stops his kissing, once again hugging you tightly, his arms running up and down your back. A soft laugh escapes you, Dick straightening up again. His lips parted as if to speak. Before he gets to speak, he’s cut off by the howling of the kettle on the stove. Dick grunts quietly as your attention is torn away from him, your body turning around once again. He lets go of your waist, taking a small step backwards as he watches you.

You reach for the kettle, pouring the boiling water onto your mug, the flavor of the tea bag coloring the water quickly. You set the kettle back, taking your mug into your hands and turning it back around. Dick makes his way to the living room, which is openly connected to the kitchen. You follow, mug in hand, as you settle on the sofa beside Dick. Your muscles relax against him, with Dick lifting his arm and wrapping around your shoulder. His arm wraps around yours, his finger tips caressing your arm as he grabs the remote. He presses a kiss on your temple as he searches various streaming platforms for just the right movie. As he does so, you reach for the thick blanket lying a few inches from you. You pull it over you, tugging your knees up to your chest. Dick looks at you with a smile on his lips as he quickly tugs some of the blanket over him as well. The two of you melt against each other and into each other, like two separate pieces that fit perfectly together.

The movie plays, your eyes locked on the flashing screen as I mindlessly sip my tea. Dick glances at you, reaching over and wrapping his hand around the other side of the mug as you hold onto the handle. He leans closer, tilting the mug to his lips. He was definitely making it hard for himself, but his eyes were locked on the screen, like he didn’t want to miss a second. Your eyes land on him, a chuckle escaping your chest as you watch Dick. A few droplets of the hot tea roll down his chin before leaning back again.

“You’re making it very hard for yourself, babe.” You say, both your hands wrapping around the mug again before you press a kiss on his cheek. Dick simply hums out one of those 'I'm listening' sounds. Another small, breathy chuckle escapes you as your lips meet his cheek again. Dick simply squeezes your shoulders briefly with your kisses and laughs before just staring at the screen. He was barely blinking. A few more minutes pass, with a soft, tired smile on your lips as you lean your head against Dick’s. He tilts his head against yours, both of you breathing calmly. He turns his head slightly, his hand coming to the teacup again. He was like a little kid hyper-focused on his iPad, playing Coco-melon. You start smiling wider as you start guiding the mug to his lips. Dick is gulping the tea. He pulls away again, clicking his tongue before sighing contently.

You scoff out a chuckle before setting the now-empty mug on the coffee table. Dick’s eyes finally tear away from the screen, meeting your face. He quickly wraps his arms under your legs, turning you to face him, your legs over his lap. He re-wraps the blanket around the two of you, snuggling up with you. He sighed contently, his muscles relaxing as he finally embraced you. He finally had his whole world in his arms. Despite sometimes being an asshole and sometimes having an unhinged temper, he loves you.

And he’d rather die than not express that.

“I love you, [your name].” He mutters, squeezing you tighter.

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Notes . This is my first piece of “proper” writing in like, 2 or 3 years so I hope y’all like it🫶 I’d love receiving feedback in the comments or my request/letter box!