#dickbabs prompts

[thychesters]

sometimes john watches his parents and tries to emulate what they’re doing. dick’s working through some stretches before he’s in a handstand and john sits on the floor next to him and stretches his arms in the air. john squeals when he holds him upside down. barbara’s working from home one day and john disappears into his room for a minute before returning with a small stack of books. he still needs one of them to read them to him but he cracks one open and flips through a few pages with a stern look. grandpa jim might be on the phone and john will hold his hand up to his ear and gesture. sarah has to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. sometimes grandpa bruce says ‘hrn’ and john says ‘hmm.’

[that1emowitch]

SO GUYS I NEED INSPO!!!!!

PLS SEND ME IDEAS FOR BATFAM/DC ONESHOTS! PROMPTS, HCs, ANYTHING

HERE'S THE SHIPS I WRITE FOR:

JayRoy, TimBern, TimKon, TimBerKon, BatCat, SuperBat, DamiJon (but pls rmbr they're kids), DickBabs, BirdFlash, StephCass, Joyfire (that's Jay x Roy x Kori), and I can't think of more rn but if you suggest it I'd be happy to write it!

Here's what I don't write:

Batcest, smut, anything explicit about child! characters, any adult x child relationships, you know the basics. (And by child I mean any minor)

PLS SEND IN REQUESTS!

[dickbabsweek]

Here are the prompts for dickbabs week 2023, taking place from July 24 to July 30. Please remember to read the rules (↓)

Can't wait to see everyone's work, have fun creating <3

DickBabs Week 2023 Prompts:

Day 1: Festival | Only One Bed | Detective

Day 2: Stargazing | Second Chance | Time Travel

Day 3: Secret Code | Stuck Together | Apocalypse

Day 4: First Kiss | Matchmaking | Science Fiction

Day 5: Mission | Work Romance | Historical

Day 6: Rescue | Childhood Friends | Role Swap

Day 7: Free Day

Rules/FAQ's

[theartofdreaming1]

Fanfic Tagging Game

I got tagged by the lovely @wurzelbertzwerg - thank you! 💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3? - 30

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

111,591 words (at the moment)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I'm writing for The Quarry and the Batfam fandom (primarily DickBabs and BatCat)... I have posted fics for The Flash TV series and Brooklyn 99 on AO3 in the past... plus, some other stuff that is only on my old fanfiction.net account (although I've been considering updating my old Young Justice fics, so I may post them on AO3 some day)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Um, Rush Hour, Partners, Knight in Shining Armor, Loveable Nerds and Superheroes and Thank You, Becky Cooper - except for Partners, these are all Flash fics, which is wild, because aside from Rush Hour and Loveable Nerds and Superheroes, both of which I'm still quite proud of, I don't necessarily think that my Flash fics are my best works, but okay ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

5. Do you respond to comments?

Sometimes? I often don't know what to say in response 😅- but I appreciate every single one of them sooo much! 💕

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Okay... so this question prompted me to do some re-reading of my older fics... and honestly? Nothing on my AO3 account had an angsty ending to begin with ^^; So I had to go waaaay back, to my old ff.net account - and I think my Young Justice fic "Pain" had the angstiest ending (and even then, it's pretty moderate... even 17-year-old me was fairly mellow ;)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmh... Maybe my Flash fic "Coming Home"? It certainly has a very warm and fuzzy ending ☺️

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not that I can recall, no...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope; smut is not for me

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, I don't really write crossovers (only multiple fandoms that already share a universe, i.e. Batfam-comic fandom)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of...

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope - since I'm a very slow writer, I wouldn't want to punish any potential co-writer of mine with that curse either...

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

To write? Hmmh... BatCat and DickBabs for sure! (Plus, LauraMax are getting there, too... I just need to give them some time to cement their position ;)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh boy, there are plenty of fics I'm worried I'll never finish... but I choose to stay optimistic enough to think that I will, someday, finish all the WIPs that I want to finish... (please, writing Gods, please help me accomplish this task!!!!)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Umm... I like to think that my writing is quite, um, pleasant? What I mean is, that it's pretty accessible (not too convoluted or complex, but also not boring) and while I sometimes write angsty/tense/sad moments, my stories generally have happy endings... And even though my writing isn't exactly groundbreaking, I still stand by all the ideas/concepts behind every story I've written so far, so... yeah...

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The process of writing itself (I have to fight for every single word I commit onto the page... I swear, me and writing are engaged in the most tedious wrestling match nobody ever wants to see... ever). I get excited for a particular story, start to jot down some basic ideas, maybe even put in some research for a few points that need to get tackled beforehand - and then psyche myself out of being able to write down that dang story 😩 (Doesn't help that I have a hard time making decisions and get super intimidated when faced with all the possible directions a story could go)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Depends on the context - if we're talking about two foreigners (e.g. Germans) that are talking to each other in their native tongue and maybe don't want to be understood by the people around them (who, for the sake of this argument, are all English speakers) - then, maybe I would give it a whirl, because it would fit the idea behind the conversation (especially if it's a short exchange that people, who would be interested in learning what the Germans said, could look up via Google translate) - but, imo, this only works in very specific circumstances and for short exchanges - otherwise it can get tedious real quick... and personally, I don't like writing in German and don't feel confident enough in my Spanish skills to attempt it for that language, so writing English all the way is it for me

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Um... a quick look at my old, old fanfiction.net account tells me that my first posted fanfic was for the "Sonny With A Chance" fandom when I was 14 years old - the writing is a little... rough, for sure 😅 (although, to be fair, this was written at a point when I had only had, like, 3-4 years of proper English class... all things considered, it's not that bad)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Don't make me choose, I can't pick just one!

I very, very much love my BatCat fic "The Chase" - it just feels like pure Selina, the pacing of it is great and I think it portrays Bruce/Selina's relationship dynamic so very well (plus, it has some of my favorite sentences I've ever written in there!)

I also love Partners for being the longest, most ambitious story I've written so far (yes, despite the fact that I still need to add that epiogue!) and On the Reciprocal Attraction of Heavenly Bodies has the potential to become my best fic of them all, with the Austen-esque writing style and all the historical and literary research I plan on putting into it... I'm certainly very fond of the two chapters that already exist.

And This Is Not Over, But Just the Beginning is so fun and challenging in a different way; being a Quarry fic, with the whole werewolf element, it's darker and more angsty than anything I've written in a long time - but that's what makes it so fascinating for me to write (and read)

I'll tag @queenofbaws @thychesters @rosegardeninwinter @icequeen-07 @clearbluewaters and @mollywog - only if they want to, of course! :)

[lazaruspiss]

wip ask game (tagged by @sasheneskywalker)

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

bc i have an unholy number of wips i've narrowed it down a bit, but it's still um. a lot? so i'm adding a cut lmao. ask about whatever!! im insane and im more than willing to inflict that onto others <3 also ur takin a gamble bc these range from "almost done" to "this barely qualifies as a wip" bc im incapable of just sittin down w one idea

main wip folder

autopsy

Bartering With Flowers

basement boy

BiB Flamebird AU

Couch Surfing

dickbabs arranged marriage

dickie abortion angst (omega)

dickie abortion angst (trans)

jaydick fair date

jaydicktim dick heat depression

Joke's On Us

Mommy’s Here

Oh, Alice.

Play Rough

Please Hit Me Back

rr damidick seduction of the innocent

Same age robins highschool au

stephdick dickbats

stephdick mob

stephdick no capes

The Things We Do For Charity

timdick plushie kink

Which ghost are you?

longer projects

4 the boys (days without incident)

5 runaway (days without incident)

6 new home (days without incident)

7 hostage (days without incident)

8 gala (days without incident)

9 dress-up (days without incident)

10 go-to girl (days without incident)

sladidick (DIDick)

I’m bad, he’s worse, we’re already dead (Inbred)

Touch me ‘til I vomit (Inbred)

Nature's Order (As Told From Alpha To Beta) (Nature's Order)

The Nature of Healing (Nature's Order)

Teeth

1 Drown In It (Vomit In The Ball Pit)

Where The Dead Stay Dead (And The Living Chase After)

events

(ok ill be real i havent named a lot of my event related wips so from here any thatre just [day number] are gonna have the prompts im using written out and a lil * by them so u know that those are the ones. we cool? cool.)

1A Twink Creampies Hot Step-Parents (Make it Poly!)

2E Stumbling Into Victory (Make it Poly!)

3C Mister tamer man, tell me, did you ever have a wife? (Make it Poly!)

4B Tit For Tat (Make it Poly!)

4D Field operatives and their exhausted commanding officer* (Make it Poly!)

1 Reverse Robin | First Heat | Age Difference* (Omega Dick Week)

2 Claiming/Submission Bite | Drugged Heat* (Omega Dick Week)

3 Courting Ritual | Arranged Mating | Forced Bond* (Omega Dick Week)

5 Captivity | Hidden Designation | Heat During a Mission* (Omega Dick Week)

2 not-so-secret tentacles | womb penetration* (TentaTodd Week)

3 dreams* (TentaTodd Week)

7 multiple penetration* (TentaTodd Week)

8 plants and vines | tentacle secretions | sex pollen* (TentaTodd Week)

9 Celebration of Form (TentaTodd Week)

10 tentacles with a mind of their own | tentacle noncon* (TentaTodd Week)

[searchforahero]

kelso + adult + he/him main + ao3 + website

welcome to my comics blog! :]

i'm mostly a batman guy but i'm trying to branch out. my absolute favorite DC character of all time is barbara gordon, but i also really like tim, cass, helena, the joker, selina, talia, mia, ives, tam, cassie, bart, kon, etc. i'm an eternal n52 hater, i'm never going to get over it. chronic comic screenshot hoarder.

general housekeeping for my blog... my main is @strangesickness where i blog about movies. i follow from there. i write fan-fiction. if you want to send me a prompt feel free. i can't promise i'll answer it but i'll try to give it a go :] i can be annoying about hating the n52 or bat-family stuff, but i really don’t mean it as a commentary on the fans, we all have different tastes and thats okay. because i’m bitter i don’t read a lot of post-flashpoint, so my knowledge is largely outdated. i’ll read some modern comics (specifically for duke. i love him.) but generally if i’m posting meta it’s about post-crisis and n52 will not impact my analysis.

ship and let ship forever, i do not care if your ship is not my ship i am cheering you on from the sidelines. i do enjoy shipping and am quite the multi-shipper, i’ll give almost anything a go. some favorites of mine are jaytim, bruharv, batjokes, helbabs, dinahbabs, dickbabs, brujim, timkon, timives, timkoncassie, jaytalia, damitim, and timcassie. i am number one one-sided ship fan, i love unrequited love stories!!! i like over-complicating my ships. the messier the better IMO and every reason they shouldn’t date is another reason i ship them.

my DMs and askbox are open, i love chatting, especially about comics :] if you’d rather email me you can do so at searchforahero@protonmail.com

[nightwingfangirl]

I've just seen the prompts for this year's DickBabs week! I'm super excited and can't wait to get started!

[hollyharper]

‘Perfect’ little Family

Stephanie and Cassandra as Dick and Barbara’s kids AU

The door softly creaked up. Barbara was awake immediately. The creak was always loud enough to wake her. She and Dick had talked about changing the hinges, to get that annoying noise to stop. They almost did, until Babs remembered how many times Cassandra, with her ever quiet step, hand scared her awake at night. At least with the creak, Barbara was partly awake when Cass came in.

Straining her ears, Barbara picked up Cassandra’s soft footfalls. After living with the girl for four years, she was accustomed to listening for the sound.

“Momma?” Cass softly whispered.

“What is it?” Barbara asked, rolling out of Dick’s embrace, and lifting herself up.

“Can’t sleep.”

Barbara glanced at the clock. 4:38 am. She groaned softly.

“Will you go turn the coffee marker on, Cassy?” She asked. “I’ll be out in a minute.

Cassandra practilly bounded out of the room. Barbara presses a quick kiss to her husband’s forehead before slipping out of bed. She glanced at the wheelchair in the corner. Without it, she tiptoed across the hall, and down to the dimly lit main room. She felt pretty good, given that it was 4 am. While her implant couldn’t handle excessive activity, she was thankfully able to do housework without the confines of her wheelchair, at least most days. Cassandra finished knotting up the aerial silk, just as Barbara came down the last steps.

“Read?” Cass asked, pointing to the make-shift hammock.

Barbara smiled. While Cass had become advanced enough to read most things on her own, she still often asked to be read to. Just like Babs had when she was first teaching Cassandra to read, she settled down in the hammock, Cass cuddled next to her. Cass pressed the book into her hand, The Tale of Two cities. Barbara flipped to the book mark and started to read.

“In England, there was scarcely an amount of order and protection to justify much national boasting. Daring burglaries by armed men, and highway robberies, took place in the capital itself every night.”

Cass shifted, pressing close to her mother’s side.

“Families were publicly cautioned not to go out of town without removing their furniture to upholsterers' warehouses for security;”

Cassandra’s breathing steadied, and slowed. Barbara set the book aside, and trailed her hand through her sleeping daughter’s hair.

Her daughter. The words never got old to her. She could still remember the day she chose to adopt Cassandra. It was under a month since the girl had been moved from living with Barbar to staying at the manor. Bruce had called to tell Babs he was going to legally adopt Cass. Her breath had hitched as the news came. It wasn’t joyful, as it should have been, but like a hard blow to the stomach. It had hit her then, she wanted to take care of Cass herself. Bruce had grinned as she said so. He had been more than eager for Barbara to come tell Cass that night. Her hands had shook as she knocked on Cassandra’s door.

“Barbara?” Cass had whispered.

She had stared in confusion at her mentor.

“Cassy,” Barbara’s breath had wavered. “I-I want you to stay with me. If you want, I want to adopt you.”

“Adopt?” Cass Had echoed, clearly not understanding.

“I want you to be my daughter.” Barbara clarified.

The girl's eyes had widened. Excitedly yet carefully, she had hugged Babs.

“Mom?”

“Yes.” Barbara had whispered, tears trailing down her cheeks.

Barbara adjusted her seat in the hammock. In her sleep, Cass pressed closer.

“Shh.” She soothed. “I’m here, Cass.”

Another step of steps came down the stairs, far too light to be Dick. Stephine Peeked around the corner.

“Mom?” She whispered.

“I’m here.” Barbara called softly.

The blond haired teen, forced a smile as she crept closer.

Babs patted the spot beside her. “We can make room.”

“I’m fine.” Steph said, shaking her head.

She was a terrible liar. Barbara usually called both girls out for every fib, not always for lying to her, but often to correct how they did it. It was an odd practice, but payed off when it coming to raising young ‘super’ heroes.

Stephine stalked into the kitchen. Barbara listened as she poured a mug of coffee and muttered under her breath.

“Come here.” Babs called. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“That little-” Her voice broke and she started crying.

“Mom!” Heavy footsteps raced down the stairs.

Stephine sank to her knees. She buried her head into her mother’s lap. These breakdowns were far more common than Barbara preferred to admit. Stephine had been through a lot, and her anxiety often got the better of her. Her recent break-up with Tim only made it worse.

“I miss him.” She sobbed.

Dick slid down the stairs, and bounded to the girl’s side. Steph fell back into his arms. Barbara pursed her lips together. She hated seeing either of her daughters suffer, but watching Dick care for them sent her heart sprialing.

“He didn’t deserve you.” Dick soothed, his gaze falling on Babs.

She could see it in his gaze, the silent ‘I don’t deserve you’. She gave him a small smile. Barbara gently squeezed Cass. It was still so early. Cass wrigled from Barbara’s lap. She dropped to her knees, and wrapped her arms around her sister. Barbara smiled, even as her heart hurt with Stephine’s sobs. Her girls were incredible.

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[brucewayneweek]

Bruce Wayne Week Prompt Fill

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33546838/chapters/83522116#workskin

Ch. 3 fills two Day 3 Prompts - Historical + Nightmares

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[thychesters]

dickbabs baby au chapter 12 and also op 13!! <3

wip files game

hello!! the dickbabs baby au chapter 12 is the chapter i've ... taken nearly a year to finish and op 13 is the prompts doc! or also like, the catch all doc, lmao. currently the main one is a quiet beach day where they go swimming, but first chopper takes a nap with zoro.

dickbabs baby au ch. 12:

On occasion he finds himself missing his old garage, with his chassis and interchangeable car bodies that had been lost when Blüdhaven was devastated. Sometimes he finds himself quoting Taxi Driver.

Now, his spare gear lies in storage, or spread across the garage where he can tinker and improve to his heart’s content before sending it up to the upper levels for easier access. The other half plays host to his gym equipment, split between here and his place in Blüdhaven. While the ceiling is still pretty high above him, it still only allows for just a little leeway for the obstacle course he’s considered setting up. A pommel and set of rings could fit quite nicely on the one side, he thinks.

Bruce is… Bruce, too. Dick can’t help but feel like they’ve spoken more in the last few weeks than they have in months. (Not that they were ignoring one another to begin with, but the point remains.) He means well, he knows this, but Bruce also has a tendency to be a bit… much.

op 13:

Zoro tromps his way through patches of scrub, half-listening to Nami trying to goad Robin into sunbathing with her and Sanji calling the other two morons when he catches wind of them plotting to bury him in the sand. Chopper trails after him, a little more slow going, before eventually he settles on a spot with some shade where he can prop himself up for a nap. Beside him there’s a sigh as a little reindeer plops down in the shade.

“This is kind of nice,” he says, voice as bright as his eyes as watches the rest of the crew mill about. He plucks his hat off to rest it in his lap, the fur on the top of his head matted down. He leans into the touch when Zoro raises a hand to smooth it back.

[what-if-i-imagine]

“You’re so obsessed to find someone to love you because you can’t love yourself.”

Requested by my goddess: @a-single-drop-of-ink​

Wally looked up from his home work the moment he heard the familiar feather light footfalls coming down the hall of his dormitory.

 In barely a second he was at the door opening it up, smiling at his roommate whose hands were full of groceries. His roommate smiled back that perfect smile that could make any heart melt, and Wally remembered what he had told his Aunt over FaceTime the night before while he was out.

“He makes it feel like home.”

His Aunt had gone from her joking, bubbly happiness to a more subdued, love-struck but still happy state. She had given him that same smile she made any time they went through her photo albums of her and his uncle.

“Be careful,” she told him. Because she knew. Wally had told her all about his roommate, and she knew just as well as him where this would go.

“How was your date last night?” he asked with a mischievous smile, fighting back the thoughts in the back of his head.

“Well, I didn’t come back to the dorm, did I?” Dick, his roommate, replied easily. It was true, he hadn’t come back to the dorm at all the night before, shooting Wally a text around midnight saying this new girl he liked was letting him stay at her place. He pretended to rack his brain to remember her name, even though it was burned into his heart just like all the others.

“Kori, right? The foreign exchange student?” he asked.

“Yup,” Dick popped the P as a grin grew on his face. “She was great Wally, she was perfect. I think she’s the one.”

“You said that about Barbara G too. And Vic from sci. And Raya from the gym. And Roy from the coffee shop-”

“You’ve made your point!” Dick laughed, wacking him playfully with a box of plastic forks. “And for your information, all of them were the one, they just didn’t realize it.”

“You mean how Vic was too focused on school for commitment, Raya wasn’t looking for something serious, Barbara fell for one of her bandmates, and Roy was in love with your younger brother?” Wally asked.

“You know, you can be really mean sometimes,” Dick said with no heat.

“Just pointing out the obvious,” Wally shrugged. “What are we having for dinner?”

“Well you have the choice between the two greatest delicacies in the land,” Dick said with much flourish, unpacking the groceries into their mini fridge and food bin. “Either the Irish dish of Luck Charms cereal, or the Japanese dish of Ramen.”

“I think I’ll go for the Japanese option tonight. I had cereal this morning.”

“That shouldn’t stop you.”

Wally rolled his eyes and got out one of the disposable bowls they should probably not be using in a microwave and started on his food. As he and Dick watched the opening credits for the most recent cheesy romcom tv show Dick had gotten addicted to, Wally wondered if Kori was really going to be the one. The one was going to some eventually, obviously, but how soon was that going to be?

The actual one only showed up a month later, after Dick and Kori’s civil breakup. By Civil, Wally really meant explosive by anyone else's terms, but for Dick this was like a beautiful kiss goodbye.

Of course, Dick always ended up good friends with his exs and his exs’ new partner. There was even a joking group chat with them all, with one being added each time Dick made up with his most recent breakup.

But at the start, his breakups were always messy. And Dick, in turn, became messy for at least a week afterwards.

He stumbled into the apartment that night, obviously recovering from a hangover caused by morning drinking with Roy, a new set of hickies around his neck and a hand in his disheveled hair.

“It’s a Monday, Dick,” Wally pointed out, barely glancing up from his homework.

“I’m honestly over caring,” Dick snapped a bit, chugging down one of Wally’s protein shakes from the fridge. Wally didn’t react, either to the snipish behavior or the obvious disturbance of personal property. He was used to this. Trying to point out a mistake to Dick or tell him what was good for him automatically set off that same defensive part of his brain that came into play while fighting with his father.

“So who were they?” Wally asked, referring to the hickies.

Dick hummed in though, looking down at himself, “The older ones from last night are from Helena, Babs’s other bandmate. The newer ones were courtesy of Little Wing’s friend Artemis. I think she’s related to Donna somehow?”

“No follow up dates?”

“Shut up,” Dick snapped again. His expression softened after as he sighed, taking another sip of the protein shake and putting it back with the mercy of leaving at least half for Wally’s nighttime run. “Sorry. Just tired.”

“I can tell,” Wally said levelly.

As he watched Dick fall back onto his bed, burying his face in his pillow, he let a common thought when it came to Dick’s breakup cross his mind.

He always does this to himself. Subconsciously on purpose.

It wasn’t Dick’s fault. He had been like this as long as Wally could remember, and probably even longer than their friendship had been in place. The cycle was a vicious one that Dick had had on repeat since he was fifteen from what Wally knew.

Crush hardly, love wholly, hurt deeply.

Fall in love, get in a relationship, torture self when it ends.

Wally knew what a self destructive man looked like, and Dick was definitely one. It ran in his family based off of what he had seen of his father, Jason and Cassandra.

“I called in an order for pizza,” Wally informed him, looking back to his laptop. “It should be here in an hour. Got a new movie too while I was at the store that I think you’ll like.”

“Did you get ice cream?” Dick asked, muffled by his pillow.

“Three different kinds and a bottle of cheap wine.”

“You’re a saint.”

Once Wally finished the first draft of his thesis and the pizza arrived, the both crawled down to their little cozy spot in front of their tv that sat on the ground.

The movie was shitty. Most of the ones dick liked were, but Wally still loved watching them with Dick. This particular movie was a hallmark movie from the early 2010s, which should say enough about the plot alone, and it was Dick’s perfect brand of sappy that hit a little too close to home where the girl realizes her boyfriend was shitty and she belonged with the gymnast heart throb with a heart of gold.

“Hey Wally,” Dick whispered as the main character ran into the arms of her true love.

“Yeah?” Wally hummed, leaning back into Dick’s hand where it was gently scratching at his head.

“What’s wrong with me?” Wally wouldn’t have even heard him if he weren’t leaned back on his chest. He didn’t freeze, but his mind did stutter for a moment. He was shocked when he subtly checked the wine bottle to see it was completely untouched.

“What do you mean Dickie?” he asked, glancing up only for Dick to nudge his head back down to face the tv.

“You know what I mean,” Dick said. “What’s wrong with me? All these people in the movies, all of my exs and friends, it only takes them one or two tries before they find the one. Why can’t I?”

Something wet dripped onto Wally’s head as Dick pressed his nose into his hair. He was only slightly shaking, but Wally could still feel it at every point of contact.

Wally got up, gently fighting past Dick’s refusal to let him go too far and turned to face him. He leaned forward on his knees between Dick’s legs and cupped his face, stroking away the small streams of tears.

“Because you want someone who loves you,” Wally answered, staring into those deep, pain filled eyes. The pain he saw there he recognized, maybe not as his own, but still as familiar. A deeply rooted self depreciation that offered no room for growth.

“That doesn't explain why I go out every day when I’m alone looking for someone new,” Dick defended, more tears falling. “It doesn’t make sense, Wally. Wanting love doesn’t explain this mess.”

“It does, Dick. You’re so obsessed to find someone to love you because you can’t love yourself,” Wally knew he was crossing a few lines by saying this, but he couldn’t stop himself. IT was obvious in the way Dick found his identity in the people he loved. His family, his friends, and above all else his long list of past lovers for however long they lasted could testify to that. Dick looked like he didn’t want to believe what he was hearing and was more confused than ever. Wally took it as a sign to elaborate.

“You constantly go out looking for these boys and girls because you want them to love you enough that you forget how empty you feel. It’s not your fault, it’s just the way you and your family work. You don’t think you deserve love, but you can't stand yourself when you’re without it.”

“Wally,” Dick’s voice broke and hitched, his face flooding with the horror of how on point his words were. Tears spilled faster than before, and Wally leaned even further forward to wrap his arms around his friend. He tangled his fingers gently in his hair and rhythmically rubbed his back, letting him cry it out on his shoulder.

“You’re wrong,” Dick said, voice wet and heavy with his tears.

“How am I wrong?” Wally whispered, barely a breath against the nape of Dick’s neck.

“It’s not- the only- reason,” Dick’s voice broke up with soft sobs.

Wally held him a little tighter, rocking awkwardly back to sit on his legs as Dick moved to his knees too without breaking any contact. Dick was leaning more into him now, and Wally silently prayed he wouldn’t fall back with the weight into the  that was now playing the ending credits,

“It’s because I love someone else,” Dick sobbed miserably. “I love someone else, but they don’t deserve the mess I am.”

“That’s not true. It’s just what your brain wants you to think,” Wally shook his head.

“It is true,” Dick was barely audible over his heart wrenching sobs. He clung to Wally tighter, his fingers digging almost harshly into the back of Wally’s shirt.

“It’s true because it’s you. You’re the one.”

Wally froze this time, his breath completely stopping.

How many times he had dreamt of Dick saying those words, and none of those dreams happened like this.

Wally regained his composure as quickly as he did everything else in his life and was back to comforting his roommate.

“It’s okay Dickie,” he said, pressing a ghost-like kiss to his hair. “You’re the one too. You always have been.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won't. But we are going to get you help, okay? You need help Dick, and that’s not a bad thing. It’s normal to need help.”

“Are you going to call my dad?” Dick asked pitifully, the sobs dying down to sniffles.

“Maybe. If that’s what you want. We will talk about it in the morning when you’ve had more rest.”

“Okay.”

Dick went quiet for a moment then spoke again, “Hey Wally?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s easier to love myself when I’m with you.”

Wally didn’t say anything in response. He just kissed his head again and rocked them back and forth until Dick fell asleep.

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Dickbabs w the prompt “I dont think ive ever loved someone this much before”

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Her fingers are tracing the scars that line his torso. They’re thicker on his arms from his Robin days. She pauses on his dusky skin, letting her blunt nails follow the pale shape of a attempted mugger’s knife. Barbara had been with Dick on this night, when they still both had stars in their eyes and dominoes glued to their faces. They sneaked out, using the chaos of an Arkham breakout to disguise their escape into the night.They sat above a bodega, talking quietly until a haggard looking man stumbled into their path. He pulled the bodega owner into the street, kicking the cat for good measure as he unsheathed his knife. They dropped in tandem, two well oiled cogs in a very, very well oiled machine. Barbara had gotten the first good hit in, and the robber panicked, slashing out with his knife.

In her worst dreams, she still hears his yelp.

So she moves on. Her fingers trip their way up his neck, mostly unmarked, to his face. There’s a line of drool that she wipes away. Then he smiles in his sleep. The idiot. The dear, sweet, adorable, perfect idiot.

“I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone this much before,” she murmured after an abrupt snore. “And Richard John Grayson, you’ve no idea how much that scares me.”

He rolled into her touch, lips smacking against her palm. She pulled her hand back to gently press her lips to his.

“But we’ve always taken risks together, haven’t we, boy wonder?”

She rolled her eyes as a truly colossal fart escaped him.

[babswonder]

“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband”

“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband, Dick.”

“And you have a husband, Babs,” Dick exclaimed. 

“No,” Barbara explained, “What I do have is an idiot of a husband who thought it was best to swoop in and save the day for me when I was completely fine handling the situation myself.”

“Babs, I-”

“No, Dick, you know how these reporters always are at Bruce’s parties. Always sniffing around for the latest gossip to fuel their hate-sites. But I was fine. I was handling it.”

“I was just trying to help,” he interrupted. “I know how these things are, Babs. I’ve had the training. Perks of being Bruce’s ward.”

“And so have I, Dick. Perks of being the Commissioner’s daughter.”

She glared at him, her eyes softening after seeing the sorry expression on his face. She knew he hadn’t meant any wrong. She knew she was overreacting this one time. 

She wheeled up to him from the other side of the bedroom and pushed herself up on their bed, leaning on his shoulder, offering him solace and comfort. 

“I’m sorry. I overreacted. I’m just a little nervous.”

Dick turned his head, his nose softly grazing up her head, “Nervous about what, love?”

She turned away from, scared to meet his eyes, trying to find the courage to speak the words. She raised one of her hands to her stomach, and found the words she had been looking for for the past week and a half. 

“You see, Dick, I don’t just need you to be a husband...Soon I’ll need you to be a father.” She blew out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding in. 

“Wait, you mean, we’re, I mean, you’re...?” She turned to face him, seeing the confusion and wonder in his eyes, confirming his thoughts.

One of his hands found her face and he leaned in for a long kiss. As they caught each other’s breaths, he whispered, “This is the best news ever.”

He gave her another kiss, “And I’m sorry about tonight.”

And another kiss, “And I can’t wait to meet our little one.”