#dick grayson x reader

[gay-dorito-dust]

Batboys realizing how small their s/o is to the point they can fit in the cabinet or in a box like a cat. How would they react?

Bruce

Only looks at you with a raised brow the moment he opened the cupboard, only to discover that you managed you sweetie yourself in the small confided space with a blanket.

‘Is there a reason you’re hiding in the cupboard?’ He’d ask, believing there to be a logical explanation behind your actions.

You only shrugged as you smiled at him. ‘I just wanted to test if I was small enough to fit really, now I found a hiding spot incase an impromptu hide and seek game were to happen.’

‘An impromptu hide and seek game? My love who’d-‘

‘Stephanie or Dick.’ You cut him off as he could only chuckle at your ability to somehow integrate yourself in what the kids were doing so seamlessly it was almost adorable, no it was adorable because he was happy that you got along with the kids as though they were you’re own and giving them the memories they could look back on and smile.

‘While this is quite impressive, I wouldn’t want you to hurt your self coming out there.’ Bruce says as he holds his hand out to you and you quickly accepted, letting him pull you out just as little Steph ran past you both screaming;

‘HIDE AND SEEK! IM GOING TO COUNT TO TEN SND FIND YOU ALL!’

You quickly dropped Bruce’s hand, much to his dismay as he watched you, his partner, run back towards the cupboard you came out of and shove yourself into it before slamming the door shut as Stephie finished counting. Bruce smiled the moment he felt Stephen’s little hand touch his leg.

‘You didn’t try to hide.’ she pouts and he kneels down to ruffled her hair.

‘That’s because I want to help you find everyone before dinner is done.’ Bruce replied as he glanced towards the cupboard you were hiding in, feeling your glare of betrayal through the wood as he smirked, holding Stephanie’s hand as he easily helped her find everyone; everyone but you that was as he was saving you for last.

Dick

Almost screams when he sees you within his cupboard.

‘Sweetheart! Are you stuck? No you’re too short to be stuck-‘ dick muttered to himself, not knowing that you heard him loud and clear.

‘Thanks dickhead.’ You replied sarcastically as you looked at him, ‘while I might be short but at least I can fit into things that your acrobatic ass could only wish.’ You added as you goaded him.

Coming down from the initial scare of seeing you in his cupboard, making him internally wonder how long you’ve been doing this for, and hoped you didn’t see him sneak Hayley some more treats then necessary. However the moment he heard the taunting in your voice, his eyes shone with a little excitement and mischief as he leant towards you.

‘Are you sure about that? What makes you think I haven’t tried?’ He asks.

You shrug. ‘Jason said you tried it once when wanting to scare Bruce and got stuck.’ You answered and dick couldn’t help but curse Jason for letting you in on his biggest embarrassment. Dick crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, ‘well I’ve learned from the last time!’ He exclaimed but there was a sense of uncertainty in his they told you that he definitely didn’t leave from the last time. ‘Just watch me!’ Dick adds as he muscled his way onto the cupboard next to you.

You were quickly ditched your competitiveness and become worried the moment you heard dick whisper ‘oh shit’ under his breath. ‘Dick? What’s wrong?’ You asked, pressing your ear against the wood that separated you both. ‘I think I’m stuck sweetheart…’ dick mournfully answered as you sighed and grabbed your phone, punching in a familiar number at this point.

‘I’ll call Jason.’ You said.

‘Tell him to not tell anyone!’ Dick shouted, knowing how Jason would get if he saw him like this, much like he teased Tim with those robbers who kept trying to-and failing- to kidnap him. ‘I’ll be sure to make him promise or I’ll hide in his cupboard and scare him.’ You replied as you pressed your phone to you ear, waiting for Jason to pick up.

‘Thanks honey.’ Dick murmured.

Jason

‘Shit.’ Jason cured the moment he found your hiding spot.

‘Language jay bird.’ You replied.

‘You scared the shit out of my chipmunk,’ Jason exclaimed before wildly gesturing to the cupboard that you had somehow stuffed yourself in, ‘how did you managed to get yourself in there in the first place?’ He asked and you shrugged. ‘I’m small’ was your explanation.

‘I know that but when did hiding in cupboards started becoming your thing?’ Jason continued to ask, still not grasping how you would want to spend time in a small, claustrophobic cupboard, the logic wasn’t coming to him and therefore you went beyond logic with your actions also.

‘Since this week?’ You said as you tried to think back to when you started doing this, but nothing was coming up, it was almost as if hiding in small spaces without letting others be aware of this habit was something you just did out of impulse. ‘I dunno but I’ve got to entertain myself when you go off on patrol.’ You groaned as Jason placed his hands on his hips.

‘Oh yeah? Well you’re coming out of the cupboard and we’ll go do something together because I swear if you do that to me again, I think I might pass away…again.’ Jason retorted as you let him grab you by the waist and pull you out of the cupboard, holding you close to his chest as he smothered kisses across your face and neck.

‘Alright! Alright! I won’t scare you again but can we at least cuddle?’ You pleaded with him as you batted your eyelashes at him, making his interior crumble as Jason can’t say no to you no matter what and no one knew this more then himself. ‘Fine,’ Jason smiled softly at you as he held you close, ‘since you asked so nicely and maybe I’ll let you sleep under my hoodie tonight. How does that sound?’

You hummed as you cuddled into your favourite person in Gotham, clinging onto him like a koala bear. ‘That sounds perfect but anything with you is perfect as it is.’ Jason kissed your forehead. ‘Im glad you agree my little cupboard climber.’

You groan. ‘That is not becoming my new nickname.’

‘Why not I like it?’ Jason defends.

‘Well it lacks severely in the creativity department my jay bird.’ You tell him as he brought you both to the bedroom.

‘I’ll try again tomorrow.’

Damian

Only stares at you as though you grew a second head.

‘Hi dami!’ You greeted as though sitting in a box was the most normal thing that could’ve happened to anyone.

‘My treasure, I’m aware you’re of the shorter stature but this is something else entirely for what purpose does it serve.’ Damian asked as he tried to find it was even possible for someone to do what you did, if anything he would probably see it as a challenge to also somehow fit himself into something ridiculously small.

He almost lost his mind when he couldn’t see you and so to find that you had been here the entity, while relaxed him, only made him feel a little stupefied. He thought you had gotten kidnapped or worse!

‘A quick hideaway, that and something to hold over dicks head because he maybe flexible, but can he fit in a small box? I don’t think so.’ You taunted as you smiled to yourself, already seeing the look up dick’s face when he realises that you bested him in something.

Damian sighed as he kissed your head. ‘You sure can be a handful my dear but I wouldn’t want you any other way.’ He says as you smiled in response, pushing your head further against his lips as you felt accomplished in more ways then one.

‘Thank you dami.’ You said softly as you reached out and held his hand, allowing him to pull you out of the box and into his arms, where you closed your eyes and smiled.

‘You almost scared me my beloved.’ Damian admitted, ‘I thought you were taken.’ He adds as. You tightened your hold on him, giving him reassuring back rubs as you allowed him to cling to you for however long he desired.

‘I’m right here dami, I’m right here.’

[angel-cryptid]

WE WON

[mellotunekitty]

hey ! how would the batboys react to their s/o or best friend finding out they're [insert vigilante persona] ??? like say they havz noo idea they just assume they havz an eqrly bed time which is why they can't ever hang out in the evening

This is such a good idea because I feel like they'd all have different reactions with similar actions, so here it is! :D

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Batboys - When You Find Out Their Identity

Dick Grayson

As his best friend/partner, it was a bit of a shock that he was Nightwing. Your sweet, funny, caring best friend was actually a crime fighting detective? No way. 

Well, it wasn’t that much of a shock. He’d always leave hangouts early and wouldn’t text you back for hours on end. After you found out he was Nightwing, it made a lot of sense. 

If you were dating, he’d be so upset he didn’t get to be the one who told you. He didn’t want you finding out like this. Dick wanted to keep it on the down low until he could fully ensure your safety. So the fact that you figured it out crushed him a bit. 

But after you found out, he told you everything. His story. The reason he became Robin, what he did as Robin, why he stopped being Robin, and how he became Nightwing. He didn’t give anyone else’s identity away, of course. But he knew you could figure it out. 

Since you know now, he enjoys climbing in through your window after patrols, bringing food with him so you guys can watch movies and talk about your days. 

Jason Todd

He was devastated when you found out. The one person he cared about most, now in danger because of him. Of course, you were shocked too, and he wanted nothing more but to explain everything. 

It was terrifying for him, telling you his story of Robin, his death, becoming Red Hood. But it was a nice surprise for him that you were okay with it. It was an even nicer surprise that you admired him more for it. 

Before you knew who he was, he made you a bit anxious. Jason had you constantly wondering if he actually liked you as a person or not. He was always canceling things at the last minute, or overall just not showing up to hang out with you when he promised he would that time. It also explained the constant injuries he couldn’t explain. So, it was a big relief finally knowing the answers.  

Now that you know he’s Red Hood, he still thinks he put you in danger. That’s why he slipped a tracker in the souls of your shoes. Every. Single. Pair. Not to mention he now tracks your phone and asks Barbara, Oracle, to check on you every so often. 

And obviously he’s going to break into your place when he’s hurt. He needs someone to patch him up, and he trusts you more than anyone. Totally not an excuse just to see you. 

Tim Drake

Anxiety. Immediate anxiety for him. You finding out his identity was his top fear for two reasons. The first reason being he didn’t want you in any danger, the second reason being he didn’t want his ass kicked by Batman. 

He was quick to explain himself, you could hardly get a word in before he dumped it all onto you. How he basically stalked Batman and Nightwing, how he chose to be Robin, why he chose to be Robin. The whole nine yards. 

As stealthy as Tim was, he was kind of bad at hiding it. He trusted you a bit too much and his excuses were poor. He wouldn’t tell you why he had to leave early or why he had to cancel. He just did. Plus, the injuries were a bit of a tell that he was fighting frequently. 

Naturally, he’d swing you around Gotham sometimes. If he wasn’t doing that and he had to focus on watching the city, he would have the other’s track you and see what you were up to, just to keep you safe. 

Like the others, he breaks in through your window. Most times he waits until you’re asleep to sneak in. He sits at the edge of your bed, softly grazing his fingers along your cheek as you sleep soundly. 

Damian Wayne 

Instantly, he’s mad at himself. How could he be so careless? He’s even more mad at himself now that he’s put you in danger. 

You weren’t shocked, really. I mean if anyone you knew was going to be kicking ass in the late hours of the night, it would be him. He had fast reflexes and was a little too stoic. He was always just… off. Leaving randomly without saying anything, his fight instinct going off whenever there’s a slight threat, and more. The list is long. 

He never told you how he became Robin. He barely talks about himself as is. However, he will drop little things about him once in a while. 

Damian doesn’t trust anyone else to keep watch on you, so he does it himself. On patrol, he checks your location when he gets the chance just to make sure you’re where you said you’d be and not in some strange, underground warehouse. 

And obviously he visits you after his patrol. The only thing that’s different from his brothers is the fact that he doesn’t enter your room. Like Tim, he does wait until you’re asleep. But he sits at your window, watching you rest peacefully for a few minutes just to reassure himself you’re safe before he heads back home.

[midnightorchids]

I’m not sure if someone’s already posted this, but I saw this on Twitter earlier this morning and I think it’s so Dick and Jason coded!!

[in-som-niyah]

dc announcing a series with red hood and nightwing during kinktober is proof that god is real and he knows what his people want

[porcalinecunt]

heyy could i ask for a jason todd x reader where they’re fucking in his room and dick happens to walk by and he js peek inside and … ykwim 😩

02 𐙚 KINKTOBER — 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐌!

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 the wayne manor was supposed to be empty, leaving you and your boyfie jay alone to spend a night together. unfortunately, the door wasn’t closed . . .

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD & DICK GRAYSON X GN! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — afab!reader, pervert!dick, peeping, masterbation, jealousy, anal sex, mentions of size kink, dickie being deplorable <3

・:。[ author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ omfg anon, you probably awoke smth in me with this AHHHH— i might make this a kinktober entry bc its just too good! <33

“you alright..?” jason asked as he finally bottomed out. you couldn’t reply until you caught your breath and brought your whines down a notch, yet you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at you’re boyfriend in the eye. nor could you get used to having sex in the wayne mansion.

with such a large house, loud noises are bound to echo all the way into the batcave, hence why it was rare for you and jason to fuck freely in the mansion. not helping the fact that the wayne’s are a rather large family. jay’s six psudo-siblings, the bat himself and alfred makes privacy a bit difficult to have.

tonight however, was different. with bruce and most of the batkids gone to a gala for the night, the vigilante saw the golden opportunity and dragged your ass right out of your apartment for some “quality” time. of course, spending it by fucking you raw on his king sized bed for round after round as loud as he wants. hell, he didn’t bother to close the bedroom door all the way.

a fatal mistake on his end. the smallest sounds leaked through the crack, every slap to the thigh to him muttering dirty talk could’ve been heard by anyone walking by, and it was. unknowingly to either of you, someone else was nosy enough to peek through and watch the free show in front of him.

dick “dickhead” greyson, as jason lovingly refers to him by. even before you confessed to jay, you knew dick was into you. always boring his eyes into your skin as he admired every inch of your being, only for his younger brother to swoop in and take you himself. the golden boy harbors at least some jealousy, and why blame him? he’s a lover at heart, too stubborn to let go of a crush that had him palming himself when the lights went out.

now here he is, staring through the cracked door at your face while jason ruts another one in you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as another mewl for more slipped through your teeth. “another? someone missed me a ton huh..”

he chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips in a lazy attempt to swallow your moans as he pistons his soaked cock into your cunt, clawing another orgasm out of you. the sounds of skin to skin contact drowned out the external noise of dick’s panting just a couple feet away.

he knew it was wrong, downright disgusting. peeping his own brother boning his partner’s cunt over and over again, something only a degenerate would dream of. yet, he couldn’t help himself. not with the pretty noises you’d make when jay breeds your pussy full, or the faces you’d make that contorts with pleasure. he’d fucking kill to be in that room.

with his hard cock in his hand, the ex-boy wonder pumped away at the live porno playing out. question after question running through his head, wondering the things he could do to you if he was shameless enough to walk in. “hah..ahh..fuck y/n, driving me insane here..”

he sighed, stroking himself faster as jason flipped you onto your stomach and stuffing himself into your tight ass. ‘fuck, that’ll do it..’ dick thought to himself, he never knew you were into anal, especially with a man as rough as his brother.

meanwhile, you could practically feel your third orgasm turn your body into jelly. you’re arms were close to giving out yet your boyfriend kept you up by the nape. the difference in size made you a ragdoll compared to your tank of a man, something that went straight into dick’s twitching cock.

“so small..so fuckin’ cute..” he trailed off as his orgasm made itself obvious as spurts of cum splattered against the wooden door. his eyes locked onto your trembling figure as his breathing turned into full on moans.

“jay..baby, m’ gonna cum..!” you whined as jason’s thrusts grew sloppier by the second. dick bit his bottom lip, he was already making a huge mess. a harmony of moans and skin slapping finally muted out the golden boy as he came all over himself and the door. at the same time as you and jay cumming together.

as he watched you and your boyfriend snuggle in the sweaty afterglow, dick stares down at his cum shot palm and the streaks of white on the door. he knew he had to clean up his act before jason finds out and tears him a new asshole for being a perv.

he simply couldn’t help it though, especially waiting the next time he sees your pretty ass bent over.

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[jsfix]

Kinktober Week One - Ruined Orgasm

Pairing: x Reader

Summary: you send your boyfriend a mirror pic while he’s on patrol

Warnings: MDNI, this is my first time writing smut/kink, reader with a vagina but no pronouns or descriptions, reader wears their bfs shirt, oral + vaginal fingering (r receiving), teasing, lots of commas probably, sexting ig, he’s kinda mean, it’s not discussed but they do have a safe word, you don’t come.. obviously. I think that’s it pls tell me if i’m missing any thx

WC: 975

AN: this was originally meant to be a Tim fic but then I was like ‘thiiis doesn’t sound like him’ so it’s for whichever bat boy yall want it to be :) feedback is appreciated and welcomed!!

This was not your fault. Really. It wasn’t. Sure, you may have sent a slightly risqué photo to your boyfriend while he was out on patrol. But it wasn’t even that bad! Just a tasteful mirror pic of your upper half - messy hair, his favorite crop top hiding your chest but showing the expanse of your stomach down to where the picture cut off at your panty line. But you only sent it because that morning he had woken you up with a trail of kisses down your neck, hands wandering across your thighs inching closer and closer until - the alarm went off. He pulled away and, upon seeing your reaction, gave you a grin as he got ready for the day. 

That was fine. You got ready for work and went about your day. Until he’d sent you a voice message at the end of your lunch break that had you feeling really glad you’d decided to put on headphones before opening it. His moans flooded your ears, you could hear the wet sounds of his hand moving up and down his length, the hitch of his breath just before he was about to come. He came with a loud groan of your name. 

So, yeah. It’s not really your fault that you’ve been.. frustrated all day. One thing you could blame yourself for, you suppose, is forgetting that you can’t out-tease the tease. 

There was a glint in his eye, a slight smirk on his face when he came home. He found you on the bed, eyes raking up and down your figure as you smiled innocently up at him. 

“Hi, honey,” you said sweetly, “how was your night?”

“Fine,” he said, moving to take off his suit. 

You stood up to help him as you usually did. It was kind of a night-time routine. You couldn’t sleep while he was out protecting the city, your mind refusing to relax until you saw him again, safe and, mostly, unharmed. You’d catalogue any wounds he had before going to the first aid kit to get the supplies you needed. Tonight, though, he only had some bruises. Humming in approval, you looked back up at him. 

He took your face in his hands, smiling down at you before giving you a sweet kiss, then another kiss, rougher this time. You rested your hands on his bare chest as your kisses grew more and more intense. 

“Got my text?” You asked when you pulled up for air. He didn’t answer, that glint in his eyes returning as his mouth moved down to your neck. You sighed as he began sucking the skin there, hands reaching up to tug at his locks. 

His hands found your hips, pushing you gently until the backs of your knees hit the bed frame. He followed you as you laid back on the mattress, continuing to leave marks. He continued his kisses down your body to your clothed chest, taking a nipple between his lips over the fabric and sucking. You let out a moan. 

“Love you in my clothes,” he muttered, his hand coming up to cup the other side of your chest, kneading it. 

“I know.” His lips quirked as he switched sides, taking your other nipple into his mouth, hands caressing your hips as they jolted when he bit down. 

“Fuck!” You breathed out, moving your hips to grind against his before he pressed down on them, trapping you against the mattress with a tsk. 

“Slow down, baby,” he cooed, lips pressed against your stomach, leaving marks on his way down. He stopped right when he reached your underwear, avoiding where you needed him to suck at your thighs. You whined his name, fighting against his hands trying to find some friction. 

“God, you’re so needy,” he teased, biting down on your sensitive skin then using his tongue to soothe. 

“So desperate.. is that why you sent me a nude on patrol?” 

“It wasn’t a nude” you groaned out before deciding to mention his text from earlier that day. “And what about your-” you moaned as he finally brought his lips to your clit, pressing a kiss against it. 

“My what?” He smirked, this time licking against the wet patch on your underwear just as your lips parted. You gave up on trying to speak, moaning again sucked your clit through the fabric. 

“Please,” you moaned his name, “I need you.”

“Yeah?” He took off your underwear, fingers just barely pressing against your clit, making you whine as you tried to move your hips to make contact only for him to pull away. 

“Okay,” he snickered, moving back down to stare between your legs, parting your lips and watching you pulse, slick pouring out of you.  He let out a groan before taking your clit between his lips. 

The press of his tongue moving up and down your slit made moan, hand reaching again to tug at his hair, tugging harder as he slid a finger inside of you. He moaned into you, his own hips pressing against the bed to chase his own pleasure as he thrusted a second finger inside. 

The pleasure was overwhelming - your back began to arch, stomach tightening, hands tugging harder at his hair. Just as you felt yourself about to come, he pulled away from you with a groan. You cried out his name in frustration.

“Baby,” He ran his hands against your thighs soothingly, voice soft as he called your name, “You okay?” You nodded, your breathing calming as he wiped a stray tear from your face. “Maybe that’ll teach you not to tease.” He laid a kiss on your forehead before heading towards the kitchen to get you a glass of water. It wasn’t until he came back that you noticed the wet patch on the front of his boxers.

[nosyrobin]

Superboy!reader who is currently locked behind a steel door: Robin….

Robin: NO!

Superboy!reader who now pounds his fist against the door: ROBIN! UNLOCK THE DAMN DOOR!!!

Robin: NOPE! I finally got a reservation for a good night together, and you are not going to metropolis to fight crime with Superman tonight!

Reader sighs, putting his head against the door. Using his x ray to see robin frowning deeply with cross arms.

Superboy!reader: Metropolis needs me….

Robin who frowns even more with a sad expression: I need you…..

Superboy!reader punches the door, making robin dodge the steel door. In a flash, reader kisses robin, robin’s eyes flutter shut as he cups reader’s face. Reader wraps his arms around boy wonder who seemed to melt against the boy’s body. The kiss ends with robin clinging to the super.

Superboy!reader: I’ll be back, I swear.

Reader puts his head against the boy wonder’s head. Giving the bird a sweet small peck to the crown of his head before flying off.

Robin in the distance crossing his arms: YOU BETTER! god, is this how Lois feels with Clark?

[siddyyyyyyyy]

ROMANCE-TOBER ROMTOBER — 2024 !

!original idea: @dollishbabess

Week 1: Dick Grayson (1 Oct - 7 Oct)

↳Day one: Haunted House Date You and Dick visit a haunted house attraction, but he's more scared than you are, clinging to you the entire time.

wc: 1.1 K warnings: none, no y/n used, fluff a/n: I'm tired of kinktober so here is romtober (divider: @saradika-graphics)

HAUNTED HOUSE

It‘s not like Dick hates horror movies, he actually enjoys some medium-core scary movies. Especially when he gets to use the excuse to cuddle up under a thick blanket beside you and cuddle. The more chilly weather, the warm colours, and the cool dates you can go to is his favourite part about autumn.

Like now, you are both on your way to your current date, hand in hand. Even wearing matching scarfs, it couldn‘t get more perfect. The sun is already setting as you enter the small gate to the wooden house, that could be mistaken for a simple cabin. ‚Simple‘ if it wasn‘t for dead trees and broken fence around it. Studying the area briefly to make sure nothing could go wrong, you finally step inside.

He thinks you don‘t notice but the grip on your became tighter once you stepped inside. Still, he wears his care-free smile on his face. Of course, you won‘t comment on it and just follow him around. The house is definitely abandoned, no sounds beside the wind going around outside.

»Well, this isn‘t as bad as I expected it to be.« He shrugs lightly and steps closer to one of the drawers, looking through the framed pictures.

There were what looks to be a family from the early eighteen-hundreds. Old gothic clothing, blank faces and of course the familiar black and white filter. Well, not really a filter as they just didn‘t have colourised photographs back then.

»Do you think they are ghosts now that watch over this house?«

Dick‘s poor attempt to scare only resulted you in giving him a stoic expression before you scare him back.

»No, they would most likely be poltergeists or other spirits. Maybe even transform into other creatures,« taking a step closer, you presss a small kiss onto his cheek, »just don‘t piss them off.«

With a playful wink, you let go of his hand and explore more of the house, roaming around freely.

He gets out of his trance and follows you quickly, taking your hand into his again.

»Yeah, I uh… I won‘t.« Dick mumbles back while glancing around the house once more before focusing on you.

It‘s quiet for a while before something seems to fall in the house. Probably next room. Dick gets in front of you, seeming tense as he carefully peeks around the corner and makes sure there isn‘t any danger for the both of you. However, you are not having any of it. Scoffing lightly, you nudge his arm a bit.

»C‘mon, it was probably just a wind.« Now Dick is a little annoyed and glances back to you.

»How can you say something like that? We‘re in a haunted house, remember? Haunted.«

He is really trying not to sound like a concerned parent, but you can still see and hear the hint of worry in his tone. Still, it‘s actually amusing to see him this riled up just because you‘re in a ‚haunted‘ house.

Eventually, he relaxes again but keeps his hand in yours. The room that you heard the thud coming from was just a normal bedroom. Judging by the pale pink curtains and dirty, pastel pink sheets, it probably belonged to the young girl in one of the pictures you saw earlier. With no fear, you stride in quietly and just take a look around, picking up some small things to examine them further. Dick does the same, but not without glancing over to you frequently; ‚just to make sure you‘re alright‘.

And that‘s definitely why he didn‘t jump up when another thud was heard from the room you came from. It didn‘t make things any better that the sun was almost completely down by now, making it dim inside. Naturally, Dick reached for you hand and continued to look around the house like this together.

He was more alert than normally, probably because he didn‘t want anything to happen to you. And probably because he was slightly paranoid now. Some ravens are yelling nonsense outside as he tries his best it just get along.

But it doesn‘t help, it‘s way too many coincidences at the same time.

»Are we sure we took a harmless haunted house? This doesn‘t seem like it...«

He mutters to you, but it only makes you more amused.

»Yeah, we would be dead by now if it wasn‘t. Trust me, supernatural has thought me that much.«

The casual shrug you give him is only making him a more paranoid. It might seem like you know much about paranormal stuff, but he has watched too many horror movies in the past few days to just be relaxed about it. There‘s always some person who says nothing will happen, and then the worst thing happens after all.

Not that he would say that to you.

»Right, yeah… anything else they thaught you? Like, being more cautious?«

You didn‘t even have time to answer before the window of the kitchen suddenly opens up, blowing fresh breeze inside.

He shreeks and wraps his arms around you in a death grip, way more surprised than you.

»See? I told you it was a bad idea!«

»It was your idea!« You argue back and huff out lightly at him. His hug is almost squishing you together at this point and it actually feels a it suffocating.

»Could you… let go?« Dick doesn‘t get what you mean until he looks down at you, letting go with a sheepish expression.

»Right, sorry...« Intertwining your fingers with his, he makes his way to the exit, having to drag you out.

»Wait, what are you doing? Are we leaving already?« You ask rather confused and in disbelief, looking back to take in the house again.

»No, we‘re just going home. This place is weird.« Dick answers back less amused and gets out of the old house finally, pausing once he sees a black cat cross the damn street in front of you.

»Seriously? It was just getting fun...«

You mumble back which makes him snap back into reality. He shakes his head briefly before walking out, leaving the small property.

»You thought this was fun? Well… it… it was fun but ot fun like an amusement park, you know? How about we go there next?«

You stay quiet for a small moment, just studying him before you just accpet it. He seems a bit spooked, so why not?

»I won‘t mind, sure«

He finally smiles more easily at you, his arm going around your shoulders to let you stay close. After that quick trip to the haunted house, you arrive at the amusement and play a few games, you went to a ride together and ended the night with two slushies. All in all, it was pretty fun for both of you. N matter how hard Dick held onto your hand before that, it was entertaining.

a/n: hope you enjoyed this! i'll try to make the other parts more intersting and fluffy, i'm actually very excited to be part of this small challenge!! let's see how i'll hold up though >"<

added note: i won't continue with this serious, as mentioned before, this is not my original idea.

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[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

The Long Halloween

Final Fic List - DC Event Week

sunday - mothman damain wayne x reader

monday - gargoyle bruce wayne x reader

tuesday - frankenstein's monster conner kent x reader

wednesday - john constantine x grim reaper reader

thursday - mermaid dick grayson x witch reader

friday - poltergeist jason todd x reader

saturday - vampire tim drake x werewolf reader

annnd a reminder that on the week of Halloween I am going to put out these seven long fics. thank you to everyone who voted !! I so so so hope you're excited and enjoy the fics when they come out <3

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey Author! I love your BatFam work, and I was wondering if you could write something for the boys (especially Jason 🤤) reactions if the friend they had a crush on told them that their s/o had forgotten their birthday/anniversary/some other important day in their life?

Jason

Finds it insulting that your apparent ‘partner’ hasn’t spoiled you rotten, praise you for blessing their life with your love, time and affection, nor worshiped the ground you walked upon but instead forgot the most important day of your life and for what?

There was no excuse and Jason knew that if he were your man, he’d have everything planned months in advance for you, things such as a long winded letter that told you how much he adored you; followed by plenty of small gifts with deeper meanings for the pair of you scattered throughout the apartment.

However the grim reality was that he wasn’t your man, you were in the arms of someone who didn’t know what they have is someone who is one in a million.

He’d would try and attempt to write something sweet and heartwarming for you, all in hopes of replicating the very things he reads in books, and while he may not be good at it but he’s more then willing to try for you regardless.After all it was more effort than what your partner was putting in, claiming you weren’t worth the headache of planning for anymore.

Something so which that upon finding out, only proved to piss Jason off as to him that wasn’t love, it wasn’t anything at all and you certainly shouldn’t be on the receiving end of such..laziness. So while his best might not be good, but it sure as hell was a masterpiece in comparison of doing nothing for you like your asshole of a partner. He’d get you a plush that looked like him and tell you that it’s hiding a message, or a little gift that you might like, something for you to open when you were alone to read and or open the packaging.

If your partner was out for the night then Jason would have you come over to his place where he- with the help of Roy and dick- had decorated his apartment to celebrate you and everything that was you. You might find yourself wearing his hoodie for the night before having to take it off when you had to go home, but Jason would sneak it into your bag while you weren’t looking and when you eventually found it alongside a note telling you that once you were tried of that fool, come and find him.

You were left imagining a life where you had chosen Jason over your pathetic partner and how much more colourful life would be in comparison, but for now you’ll guess that it’s black and grey until you defied that enough was enough.

Bruce

Spends money on you, like serious money amounts of money on anything your heart desires because you deserve the most.

Sure it’s under an anonymous name but it doesn’t take long for one to figure out that it was from Bruce Wayne, for one the gift was expensive for even the most richest of families to afford so effortlessly, not without feeling the impact on their bank account.

Not Bruce Wayne however, never Bruce Wayne as even the most expensive gift in Gotham was an easy purchase for that man, and he’ll happily get if for you with the snap of his fingers, for anything you could ever want was as easy as breathing to come true for the billionaire.

He’d even personally come to your home and invite you to dinner over at his manor, only if you were interested of course he wasn’t going to pressure you.

‘But I’ve got nothing fancy to wear mr Wayne.’ You’d reply.

Bruce waves his hand. ‘Please call me Bruce, and there’s no need for fancy attire just whatever you feel comfortable in because you’d look charming regardless.’

You’d smile, this was the nicest compliment you’ve ever gotten, seeing as how your partner doesn’t even bother taking you out anymore, claiming you were costing them hard earned money and weren’t worth the headache. Something that Bruce disapproved of heavily, sighting that your partner was lazy, unappreciative and neglectful of you in every aspect of the word, and he wasn’t about to allow that to continue.

He was going to show you that you deserved more. That you should look for more from a partner -him- because you deserved someone who was more than willing to have you and isn’t afraid to show you off. *cough* him *cough*

Damian

Like father like son but Damian would gift you small trinkets that he knew you’d like, not because it was to spite your pathetic excuse of a negligent partner but because you deserved to be showered in such gifts.

You deserved to be treated more then how your current partner was treating you in general, and he’ll gladly show you such as he takes you out along with the dogs. Not only would he bring the dogs but he’d take you on a park date where you both painted on canvases, eat sweet treats and just have an overall good time together.

You know like a proper couple. Your partner should take notes.

Damian would tell you that you should break up with your partner, straight up, no mincing his words, he truly thinks that if one is unhappy on their relationship they should just leave and search for someone better. In this case your better partner was him, simple as that.

He wants you to wake up and realise that the better you’d wish to have was right in front of you, more than ready to lay down his life for you at any minor inconveniences should you ask him to. That and the dogs love you to death and didn’t like your partner neither as they’d growl at them to show their distain for the shitbag.

‘It’s Gotham, there is no better Damian, there’s just what you get and you have to live with it.’ You told him as you overlooked the city.

‘There is.’ Damian stated as he stared at you, the crappy city lights made you look angelic in his eyes and he’ll badly die on that no matter what. Then he glanced down at your hand, wanting nothing more than to hold it within his own, keeping it warm and safe in his like he should’ve from the start. ‘They…just weren’t fast enough to save you from that poor excuse for a partner.’ He adds with venom when referring to your partner.

You glanced over at him, searching him for a bluff but only finding the truth when his eyes remained on you, baring it all for you to read until you were satisfied. Damian wasn’t going to do anything until you make the first step and cut ties with your current partner and seek him out afterwards, so until then he’ll wait, he’ll always wait.

Dick

Takes you on an impromptu date…as friends of course…unless…👀

Dick thinks your partner is well….a dick for not wanting to spend time with you during your special day, but yet was more then willing to take your mind off of something negative and make something positive for you to focus on. Dick believed you shouldn’t have to be miserable and alone because someone else couldn’t be bothered to shower you in affection and appreciation.

He’ll gladly do so in their stead by locking arms with you, putting his hand on your lower back when in crowded areas, or just finding some way to keep hold of you however he could to prove that a love should go deeper then spoken words. Words to dick can only display feelings so far before you have to show it through other means and dick was the most affectionate when he was with you.

It was almost as though whenever he was within your presence, he felt the need to hold your hand, smile at you in a way that was special for the both of you, hold your face in his hands as he presses his forehead against yours while staring deeply into your eyes. Anything and everything he could think of dick found himself wanted to do with you and only you, and so if your partner wasn’t going to spend time with you, dick will and he will do it because he wants to be with you.

To Dick, being with you wasn’t a chore or an obligation to him, he wanted to be with you because he genuinely likes you and so much more.

Dick will bring Hayley because you loved her so much, and he will bring her often just to see you smile as you greeted the dog with open arms as she licked your face with affection. After all everyone loves dogs.

Dick would show you everything you’re missing out on and leaving you with the question; were you with the right person?

Tim

Finds it despicable that your partner couldn’t be arsed to spend time with you or get you gifts. He knows he can do a thousand times better than him. A thousand times better then him but I’d only he asked you out first before the rat of a person did, it’s a regret he holds within his heart and blames his hesitance for on many instances.

Tim would go so far as to find online shops and spend -on Bruce’s credit card no less because this man has those numbers memorised- on things that he remember you saying in passing that you liked but couldn’t afford unfortunately.

He’d have movie nights with you as you both shared his computer, eating pizza and your favourite sweets that he just so casually remembers, all the while just being over all comfortable with one another as sooner or later you’d rest your head again his shoulder.

Now this wouldn’t have looked like much, but when you had a crush on someone who was with someone who didn’t treat them like you did, Tim felt ask though he was within his one little dimension with you. He felt as though he was living the dream he was too afraid to make reality, he felt how right this was and how perfectly seamless this all was between the two of you; this was the dream he wanted to live with you in but until you break up with that prick, he couldn’t give you the life you so deserved in his eyes.

‘Thank you Tim.’ You said sleepily.

‘For what?’ He asks.

‘For everything, for remembering.’ You replied as you continued to watch the movie whereas Tim kept looking at you with a solemn look. You shouldn’t have to thank him for this, not at all because he’d gladly repeat this scenario countlessly for you if you so wanted.

‘No need to thank me,’ Tim told you, ‘I’m just doing what any other would’ve done for you.’ He adds awkwardly, still feeling the regret of not asking you out fast enough for his one liking as he offered you some sweets as the next movie played; ironically it was about a boy pining for someone who is in a shit relationship. Tim silently groaned as he was forced to watch what felt like his current situation play out before him, while you only snuggled up closer to him and casually saying.

‘This is one of my favourites.’

Tim knew even the devil would wince at his predicament, finding it enough torture for him as it was. He only hopes that you break up with the prick sooner rather the later before he says something stupid and by accident.

[enviedear]

enviedear's FEAST OF THE DEAD 🪦ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི⋆₊ ♱

⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ 𝔦 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫—𝔰𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔰 𝔦 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯, 𝔦 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢! 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔣𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔡𝔬, 𝔩𝔢𝔱'𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔲…

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SLEEPY HOLLOW!AU | your small town is overrun with strange happenings. murders and deceit run rampant, so much so, that you're wary of trusting a single soul. superstitions have become as sacred as the holy book, delusions making up most of the townsfolk's minds. particularly that of the feared headless horseman. so when constable jason todd comes into town, impassioned to find an end to the madness, you vow to aid his mission. october 10.24

GHOST!JASON | on hallows eve, jason todd undergoes his worst nightmare. death, or rather, the thin line between living and death. he's cursed to reanimate, walk the earth again—only as a malformed spirit, a mere shadow of life. a cruel fate, that he’s dead set on making enjoyable. for him, at least. october 17.24

ELDRITCH!JASON (otgw inspired) — there’s a known beast within the woods—the fearsome death of hope. he’s known to run amok every full moon, hunting for victims. searching for the last of their hope to steal away. how unfortunate for you to get lost in his woods tonight. october 24.24

CORPSE BRIDE!AU | on the eve of your wedding, while practicing your wedding vows in the woods—a ritual meant for a life you never wanted—you accidentally awaken a long-forgotten spirit—dick grayson. a ghost of a groom who left his bride at the altar, forever cursed to yearn for what he gave up. but he'll claim a bride, no matter how much time has passed—and what a beautiful accident that you left a wedding band on his grave. he'll take it as proposal enough. october 31.24

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a/n — some dates may get moved around, because, life. but i have all these fics rough drafted/complete. just a little fyi! feel free to lmk if you like any of these ideas (or have anymore)

[dollishbabess]

Hi! Could I ask for headcanons of Damian and a reader that’s trying to befriend him? Like, they’re dating one of his brothers and are just trying to bond with him.

Hope you’re having a good day!

“Do you ever shut up??” ── .✦ dollish

A/n: this is actually creativee, and ty ofc you too, I was eating a burger while making this so correct any mistakes in your head pls

(Platonic!)

Sibling Rivalry You start off with the best intentions of being a good sister-in-law, but every time you try to engage with Damian, he challenges you to a duel. “You wish to be my sister-in-law? Prove your worth!” You look around a bit confused “How about proving your worth by helping me cook dinner instead?” You say a bit weirded out by this “king” act He reluctantly agrees but still insists on holding a sword while stirring the pot just in case this is an attempt on his life.

"Are You My New Mother?" Damian finds it strange to have a sister-in-law. One day, while you're helping him with his homework, he looks up and asks, “Are you my new mother?” You burst out laughing, saying, “No, I’m just your super cool sister-in-law! Way cooler than anybody else!” He narrows his eyes, “You are not as cool as you think, Do you have body dysmorphia or do you need a mirror?” He says side eyeing you.

Cooking Disaster You decide to bond with him by cooking dinner together. However, your culinary skills are questionable at best. After an hour in the kitchen, you both emerge covered in flour, and the kitchen is a disaster zone. Damian looks at the charred remains of what was supposed to be lasagna and says, “I think I preferred it when you didn’t come into my life.”

Pet Therapy Gone Wrong You asked dick what Damian liked best and dick said animals so you try to bond by bringing home a puppy, hoping it would melt his icy demeanor. Instead, the puppy jumps all over him, and he ends up on the floor with the dog licking his face. He exclaims, “This creature is trying to assert dominance! This is unacceptable L/N .” You laugh, “Well, it’s working. You look pretty helpless right now!”

Shopping Spree You decide that every good sister-in-law should go shopping with damian, If the dog didn’t work maybe a bit of shopping would. You take him to a mall and try to get him to try on some casual clothes. He glares at the store employees like they’ve offended his entire bloodline every time they suggest something. You end up with a pair of socks that have cats on them, and he’s stuck with a beanie that has a giant “D” on it. “This is not acceptable,” he mutters, but you can see he’s secretly amused.

The millennial core jokes..the problem with dating dick is you get infested with millennial jokes and start acting like the millennials you used to laugh at. “Hey, Damian, why did the Batmobile cross the road?”, he clearly cringes and then scowls. “I do not know.” “To get to the other side!” He rolls his eyes, muttering, “You are truly old.” You beam at him, “And yet, I can still fit in! Skidbi or whatever you guys say!”

Movie Night You invite him to a movie night, thinking it’s a great way to bond. You choose a romantic comedy, and he looks horrified. “This is not a movie! It is an abomination.” You insist, “Just watch it! It’s supposed to be funny.” Halfway through, he’s making sarcastic comments and you realize he’s getting into it, even if he pretends not to enjoy it.

Unintentional Matchmaker You try to set him up with your niece who’s around the same age as him, Thinking it would help him socialize. He turns up with the girl and they’re both awkwardly silent, prompting you to burst out laughing. “Are you two plotting a wedding or just not talking?” He glares, “It is not a marriage proposal!” but you can see the faintest hint of a blush.

Baking Lessons You attempt to teach Damian how to bake cookies, claiming it’s a “sisterly bonding experience.” He takes it very seriously, reading the recipe as if it’s a sacred text. When the cookies turn out slightly burnt, he deadpans, “This was clearly an attempt on my life.” You retort, “Nah, they’re just crunchy a new trend.” You take a bite almost chipping your tooth. “Mhm! Mmm yummy……” Damian raises an eyebrow at you. “Your not enjoying it.”

The Ultimate Test Finally, you declare a “Prankster challenge” where you both try to outdo each other in ridiculous antics. You prank Dick together, try to scare Alfred (didn’t work), and end with an epic pillow fight. When it’s over, both of you are exhausted, lying on the floor. Damian sighs dramatically, “I suppose you are not the worst sister-in-law one could have although you are questionably clueless .” You grin, “And you’re not the worst little brother-in-law either!”

── .✦ My brain is FINISHEDDDD so sorry if this is so wrong 😭😭

Second divider @cafekitsune

[hazbinlove]

Y’all chapter two sneak peek!

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Dick felt like something was wrong…something was missing...He doesn't feel that weird nagging feeling about talking to you for months…years now... oh yeah when was the last time he spoke to you? When was the last time he checked on you? Why can't he remember your voice or.....The way you look? How old were you? How old are you now? Shit how long has it been since he talked to you?

So Dick checked each door in the manor one by one, but the more he checked, the more guilty he felt for not knowing where your room was, then it hit him...All of these rooms and doors look the exact same didn't you decorate yours or even mark it as your own!? Now he was starting to panic. Do you even live in the manor with them anymore? Where is you room? Why didn’t you say anything? Did you leave? Where are you?

Enjoy!~

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Also if you take inspiration from anyones writing please do credit them. I saw someone on here do a DC and PJO crossover and there was an argument in the comments about not crediting the original person with the idea who had the crossover idea first. The post has been taken down unfortunately because the writing was genuinely great but please do avoid this in the future🥲 I do not wish for people to be harassed on this app and delete there work. Anyways I’m working on Chapter two now just trying to figure out how to write for Damian and Tim😭

[grandlinedreams]

Notes: we're so back, baby. October poured a whole soup can of horny into my brain, I'm literally just dumped names into a randomizer, so eat up @caffrey-coffee and @shadowleaf10 it's ya boy

Kinktober Day 2: Mutual Masturbation; Dick Grayson

Warnings: MNDI, mutual masturbation, reader is gender neutral, Dick has a mouth on him wbk

"I can't believe you talked me into this."

"You could have said no," comes the counter, amused as your boyfriend rearranges things with the rustle of sheets and soft creak of bedsprings. "You agreed to this."

"Because I miss you," you mumble, and Dick's expression softens, baby blues made softer for the dim glow of his room. Where he is, you have no idea -- he couldn't say. Wouldn't say, for his safety and yours.

"I miss you too," he says, and because he's, well, him, his eyes flick over you shamelessly as he adds, "all of you."

Your eyes roll. "I can hang up--"

"I'll behave, I promise!" There's a glint to his eyes. "For now." He pauses for a moment, then swallows. "Can I tell you about a dream I had?"

It's a little bit of an awkward segway, but you allow it as you shift your own positioning. Any other time, this would be weird as all hell-- but any other time, Dick would actually be with you, and not on an assignment from the Bat himself.

Dick waits until you're both comfortable before he starts talking again. "It was a good dream," he says. "We both had the whole day to ourselves. I got to keep you in bed for a good while. Then the shower, the bedroom again, the kitchen..."

You shiver at the image that he's beginning to paint, the deliberate skim of your hand over your bare chest, your abdomen. Soft skin, warm and plush, flushed as you drop your hand lower. "Was I good for you?"

"Very." There's a quiet huff, the little edge to his voice that you know means he's already touching himself. "Let me fill you up as much as I wanted, till I was dripping out of you."

Your hips twitch, and you hiss at the first contact of your fingers to heated flesh. Dick has gone quiet for a moment before he groans.

"Wish that were my hand instead of yours."

"Me too," you offer breathlessly, fingers working the way you know gets you riled up faster. "When you get back, maybe -- ah -- maybe we can put that little fantasy into reality, hm?"

A hushed curse, the unmistakable slick, sticky sound of his hand moving, matching your own. "Gonna hold you to it. Make sure you can't walk for days."

The next couple of moments are broken by staccato breathing, whines, and bitten off groans. "You always feel better around me than my own hand," Dick pants. "Especially when you squeeze around me and make that noise, you know the one--"

Your back arches, garbled noise pitching a little higher, needier-- and Dick moans.

"That one. Gonna have to record it someday, I swear."

It's Dick who comes first as you lock onto him from the computer you've nestled on your bed, expression contorting as he grunts, bucking into his hand -- and then spilling over his fingers in pretty pearlescent spurts. You follow a moment later, aware that Dick is still watching, cheeks flush and chest heaving.

"That's an expression I miss a lot too," he says as you come down, and he has the audacity to smirk when you stare. "What? Being honest."

"Pervert."

"How is it perversion when you're mine anyways?" He asks, but his expression softens. "I just miss you. A lot."

Your heart stutters. "I miss you too." There's a little quiet lapse as you both clean up, clothes tugged back into place before you curl up in bed to stare at him for a little longer. "Gonna dream of you."

This time, there isn't a smirk or a lewd comment, but the soft affection reserved just for you. "Me too, angel."

[nosyrobin]

“Who wears the pants?”

TTG!robin x Super!reader

Reporter: Who wears the pants of the relationship you have with each other?

Super!reader who is about to answer only for Robin, the boy wonder cover the super’s mouth.

Robin smugly: Me obviously. Since yknow, I fought along Batman, know everyone’s weakness which proves I wear the pants and make the most decisions.

The reporter looks at the kryptonian teen who just shrugs and walks off. Robin raises a brow at the teen’s reaction, but keeps asking questions. Meanwhile a certain Kent is smirking.

Later…..

Robin: Y/N….please I said I was sorry…

Reader is floating off the ground as Robin tries to reach them. Jumping with all his might as the super just floats up higher. Reader smirks as they pointed at the leader of the team who seemed to frown.

“I thought you were the man in this relationship? You tellin me you can’t handle me simply ignoring you?” The super said as Robin pointed back. “Hey! You knew I was just trying to look cool.” “Yeah cool for your ego boost birdy.”

Out of now where Robin jumped onto the floating super who screamed shock. The kryptonian teen tried to get the boy wonder off who only held on tight.

Robin: LET..ME…HUG YOU!!!

Super!reader: NO! GET DOWN! GET DOWN I CANT SEE!

The super and boy wonder bursted into a wall as Raven side eyes the two. She then goes back to playing with her ponies.