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onlyinmyimagination · 7 years ago

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False Pretenses

Dick/Richard Grayson X (Female) Reader

Mobster/Mafia / Bodyguard AU

Genres: Romance, Drama, Action(?)

Warnings: Violence, Guns, mentions of death, some pining by the reader

Notes: Don = crime boss, crime lord; Consigliere = an advisor or counselor to a crime boss; Caporegime = rank similar to captain or sergeant; in charge of a group of soldiers and enforcers who report directly to them

Summary: You’re the decoy for a mafia princess. Dick Grayson is her bodyguard. When you start to take her place more often because of increasing threats to her life, you and Dick are forced to spend more time together. This is all to keep the mafia princess safe, but it was only inevitable that you’d fall for the man “protecting” you.

“Our former Don* was assassinated this morning, and she,” Barbara gestured to the woman beside her, “will soon take his place as Don. It won’t be long until the news gets out and she will become the top target of the rivaling Mafia families.”

Your eyes moved to the newly appointed crime boss—Princess, is what you’ve always known her as. “My condolences,” you said to her. She nodded in acknowledgement but said nothing.

Barbara redirected your attention to herself. “[Y/N], for the next few months you will be making all public appearances in her place. All eyes will be on you. It will be very dangerous but it’s very important that you do this.

Like I have a choice, you thought to yourself. You simply replied, “I understand.”

“Good,” Barbara said with a hint of a smile. “Her identity is and will remain a secret until we weed out her assassins. Most of our underworld colleagues have never seen her face before, which is why it is possible for you to continue to pass as her for an extended period of time. She will try not to travel anywhere unless it is absolutely necessary but it is essential that you go wherever she goes, and trick the public into thinking that you’re her.”

You were nodding along to her explanation when a door opened behind you.

Barbara looked past you. “Good, you’re here.”

You turned your head and watched Dick cross the room to stand beside the Mafia Princess. He offered you an easy smile in greeting and you nodded back. As usual his 3-piece suit was neat and tidy as he stood upright. In the time that you’ve worked as the Princess’ decoy you rarely interacted with Dick and thus, you didn’t know him very well. Every interaction with him was both brief and professional.

Barbara explained, “As you know, Dick is the Princess’ bodyguard but for now he will act as yours for appearance’s sake. In the past Dick had a reputation as a highly skilled caporegime* so when people see him as your bodyguard they’ll assume you’re the real deal.”

You were silent as you took in the news. Whenever you acted as the Princess’ decoy Dick had remained as the Princess’ bodyguard and was always at her side while you had a different set of bodyguards protecting you. The change in assignments made you wonder just how public your appearances would be that you would need the best bodyguard protecting you.

“I hope you guys get along,” Barbara said while crossing her arms, “because you’ll be spending a lot of time together.”

“Are you scared?” Dick asked while you looked into the mirror and fidgeted with the wig on your head.

“Not really.” You glanced back at him and continued, “Maybe a little nervous but nothing’s ever really happened whenever I took the Princess’ place.”

“Good,” Dick said with a small smile. “I’ll make sure it stays that way. You don’t have to worry about athing.”

You watched him cross the hotel room to look out the window and said, “Thank you.”

“So how did you become the Princess’ decoy anyway?” he asked while scrutinizing the streets below.

You hesitated to answer. “My family was in debt. Every day was a struggle and for a long time things weren’t looking up. Then Barbara found me and I was offered a ‘special’ job that only I could do. I’ve been living like this ever since.”

Dick regarded you for a moment. “You’re a good kid.”

And dispensable, you thought to yourself. You cleared your throat and tried to shift the conversation. “What about you? What’s your story? How did you join the Mafia?”

“Well, long story short: My parents died when I was young and then the Don at the time took me in.” His features softened as he continued, “I owe everything to this Family. They raised me to be what I am today and I’m good at what I do. And it looks like it’s time to prove it,” he said while looking at his watch. “We gotta get a move on.”

You grabbed your things and Dick escorted you to the elevator. On the way down to the hotel lobby you adjusted the earpiece in your ear and looked over the itinerary for the day. “Why does she have so many meetings?” you muttered under your breath.

The voice of the Mafia Princess filtered in through the earpiece. “I need to attend the meetings and gatherings as the new Don of the Family. Act confident, [Y/N]. You’ll be fine; I’ll tell you what to say.”

“Understood, Princess,” you mumbled. Dick was signaling the other guards stationed around the lobby and was walking closely by your side when there was a sudden explosion at the hotel entrance.

Dick yelled at you to get down as he whipped out a handgun from the shoulder holster hidden beneath his suit jacket. You felt his hand on the nape of your neck while you ducked your head down. You flinched when another explosion went off and shook the building. You brought your hands up to try to protect your head from the debris falling from above.

“Let’s go! We need to get out of here,” Dick shouted. It was then that you registered the gunshots ringing through the building and distantly across the street. A protective arm wound around your shoulders and coaxed you to stand.

“Who is it?” you asked, trying to yell over the commotion.

“It’s Deathstroke’s men,” Dick answered with a grim expression. “We’ll find out who sent them soon enough. Let’s head to the basement.” He ushered you through the emergency stairwell and directed you to follow along as he scouted the area. He kept his gun pointed down with his finger hovering just over the trigger. “My comms isn’t working. What about yours?” He pulled the device out of his ear as he made his way down the stairs.

Your fingers touched the earpiece as static sounds buzzed lowly in your ear. “Mine isn’t working either.”

Dick cursed at this. He then carefully opened the door at the B1 level and surveyed the floor with his gun in hand. It appeared to be an underground parking garage from what you could tell, albeit a small one. He lowered his gun and motioned for you to follow.

“I think I should have my own gun next time,” you whispered to him while slowly crossing the B1 floor. You were desperately trying to calm your racing heart but you couldn’t help but comment on the unfair circumstances.

You saw a smile of amusement creep its way onto his face. “You bring up a good point, but we’ll discuss it later.”

His expression suddenly turned serious and he raised his gun close to his chest. Then Dick swept you behind him while firing two shots at a figure hidden in the shadows. There was a sudden movement and you held your breath in anticipation as you hid yourself further behind Dick.

“Those were warning shots,” Dick announced, his voice slightly echoing through the garage.

“Nightwing,” the figure drawled while stepping out into the light of the poorly lit basement. “A lot of people want your Princess dead. I’ll give you a share of my cut of the reward if you let it happen. Well, no, someone else’s cut.”

“Not gonna happen,” Dick snapped. He kept his gun trained on the assassin who seemed much too relaxed for someone with a gun pointed at them.

“It’s going to take a lot more than that to kill me,” the figure said while gesturing to the gun in Dick’s hand.

“I certainly hope so.”

In a short moment the fight ended with the assassin beaten and knocked unconscious, though it wasn’t much of a surprise. Dick ended up winning the fight with the escrima sticks he kept concealed within his jacket. Like the assassin said, the gun wasn’t enough and Dick had run out of bullets fairly quickly. But Dick’s opponent was no match for him in hand-to-hand combat.

“It’s still not safe here,” Dick told you. “And you’re way behind schedule.” Then he gestured across the garage. “Alright, pick a car.”

“Pick a car for what?” you questioned.

“We need a ride to get to your next meetings. Now pick something.” You laughed at his answer and chose the most expensive car there.

He hotwired the car you chose and drove you away from the hotel and out of harm’s way.

You ended up missing your first meeting of the day but you successfully attended the rest of your appointments despite the scare at your hotel.

It had been a week since the first incident when the next threat to your life happened in your own hotel room. It was during a business trip to Russia when the assassin waited until the dead of night to strike.

You were already asleep but you awoke to a thump outside the window, out on the balcony. Then a loud shuffling followed and the pistol that you kept on the nightstand was immediately in your hands. All traces of sleep had vanished and you pointed the gun at the balcony door while your eyes glanced around your dark room, looking for movement.

Then there was a knock on the glass door and you were thrown into confusion. What kind of assassin knocked before entering? You slowly moved to get up but before you could leave the bed, the glass door slid open.

“Good, you’re awake. Well, I figured as much with all the noise this guy made,” Dick said in a hushed voice as he peeked into your room. His eyes fell on the gun in your hands that you kept pointed at him. “Oh, looks like you’re prepared. Well done.”

You broke out of your stupor and lowered the gun quickly. “What are you doing? What happened?” you asked.

“Well, this guy was trying to enter your room through your balcony but I already took care of him. Here he is,” he said in a casual manner. Dick dragged the unconscious man into your room and you clamped a hand over your mouth to keep from making a noise. “Don’t worry. He won’t bother you anymore. I’ll get rid of him now.”

“Thanks,” you said quietly. “Um, goodnight.” You watched him throw the body over his shoulder and cross your hotel room.

“Goodnight. Sweet dreams,” he said before closing the door behind him.

As expected, Dick was the perfect bodyguard. He planned carefully and paid attention to every detail, whether it was planning your transportation or screening everyone before allowing them to see you. However the more time you spent with him the more you noticed how his guard was always up, even when it was just the two of you. Despite his friendly demeanor, he constantly kept you at a distance and avoided getting closer than necessary. You knew you were only his job and you should remain professional, but you couldn’t help but be disappointed by his aloof behavior. It was almost alarming how much you wanted to be with your bodyguard, or rather, with the Mafia Princess’ bodyguard. You were slow to realize it but your feelings hit you like a ton of bricks one day while you were working.

He had simply held your hand while you ascended the stairs leading to a private party. The party belonged to some business associates and of course you decided to wear a long gown. While you lifted a handful of the skirt in one hand, he offered to take your free hand. His touch felt so warm and comfortable but you noticed the aching of your chest the instant he moved away from you. You longed for his proximity, for his body to be close to yours. You enjoyed his protectiveness and undivided attention. You stared at the hand he held and you knew you were already in love.

And that was a very bad thing. So you buried the feelings you had for him as deep as you could, but he really made it so hard sometimes.

Dick was standing behind you while you discussed business matters with the club owner. You were in a private booth towards the back of the nightclub to ensure confidentiality.

You smiled and thanked the club owner for his time while standing up to leave. It was already past midnight when you finally concluded your business. You could finally escape its booming music and blinding lights.

“Ready to go?” Dick asked, his mouth near your ear so you could hear him.

You nodded and tried to keep yourself from thinking about the proximity of your bodies. He was at your side and his hand was at your back as he guided you through the sea of clubgoers. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, almost mimicking the heavy bass of the music as it shook your body.

You were so swept up in the euphoria of the nightclub atmosphere that you didn’t react right away to the sounds of gunshots that was concealed in the reverberations of the music. It wasn’t until Dick suddenly grabbed your hand that you finally realized what you were hearing. People soon started screaming and pushing against you as they frantically searched for an exit.

Dick was ushering you toward the back of the club to use the back exit. He kept one hand on your back as he tried to cover you with his body. You were struggling to keep up and were stumbling every so often because of the heels you were wearing.

“Dick?” you called over the gunfire. “Wait...I can’t run that fast!” You yelped when the gunmen shot at the ground around your feet and you squeezed Dick’s hand tighter. Dick turned back to shoot back at the assailants and shouted for you to go on ahead. You did as you were told.

People shoved and raced past you to escape through the backdoor as well. When you finally made it outside you found yourself at an alleyway and instead of following the flow of people escaping, you turned around to look for any signs of Dick. He was supposed to follow after you.

With all the commotion, you hadn’t even noticed Barbara was speaking to you through your earpiece. “[Y/N]? Can you hear me? Are you okay?”

“Barbara!” you said with obvious panic in your voice. “I-I’m okay! But I got separated from Dick... I don’t see him. I can’t find him.”

“Relax, [Y/N].”

Your hands trembled slightly despite your efforts to calm down. “Do you know if he’s okay? What should I do?”

“Calm down. His comms probably got damaged again. The other guards are helping him dispatch the assassins. Just wait there for him.”

Suddenly you heard a loud clatter and you yelped in surprise before Dick burst out of the side door. He seemed out of breath and he visibly relaxed when he caught sight of you. He quickly ran over to you.

“Dick,” you said while exhaling and smiling in relief. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

He gently grabbed your shoulders. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt?” he asked while scouring your body for injuries.

“No, no, I’m okay,” you reassured him. He looked into your eyes for a long moment as he lightly cupped your face with both hands. You thought maybe you were mistaking his loyalty for something else; something that would give you hope and eventually break your heart. You could see the worry in his expression and you were suddenly so envious of the Mafia Princess who would often get to experience this man’s fierce attention and devotion.

Dick swallowed thickly before slipping off his suit jacket and placing it over your shoulders. “We need to go. Who knows how many more are still lurking around here. We’ll head back to the hotel on foot.” Dick took your hand in his and pulled you along through the back alleyways and small streets.

“Barbara, Dick is okay,” you said, reporting to the consigliere*. “He’s met up with me and we’re going back to the hotel.”

“Good,” Barbara replied. “Move quickly because I’m getting reports of some activity around the nightclub.”

You nodded at this and said to Dick, “Barbara said to hurry back.” Dick tightened his grip on your hand and began a quick pace with you in tow.

After a moment Barbara said, “You did well, [Y/N].”

“Thank you,” you said while staring at Dick’s back. You pulled his suit jacket tighter around yourself and ignored the memory of how you acted just moments before.

You had to remind yourself that Dick was not your bodyguard—he was the Mafia Princess’. And once this was all over, he would return to her once again.

Dick dropped you off at your hotel room and was about to retire to his own room when you stopped him. “What’s wrong?” he asked when he saw you holding onto his sleeve.

“You’re hurt,” you said.

A wistful smile appeared on his face. “Just some scratches. Nothing serious. I’m more worried about you. You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just... scared of losing you,” you admitted.

Silence fell between you two and your face burned in embarrassment. You peeked up at his face and saw his troubled expression. You immediately regretted your words. “I’m sorry. Forget I said anything. Goodnight, Dick.”

“Wait, [Y/N].” He stopped you from closing your door. “I’m not supposed to get too close to my charges,” he said slowly, as if in conflict with himself.

“I know. I’m sorry, I’m just being silly,” you said quickly. You stopped talking when his hand brushed the hair out of your face.

“Tonight I was really scared of losing you, too. I shouldn’t have left you alone. Being separated from you scared me more than I thought it would.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you searched his face. “What do you mean by that?” you asked quietly. He closed his eyes and lightly leaned his forehead against yours.

He murmured softly, “It means I won’t let it happen again. I’ll try harder and I’ll be more careful from now on. I promise I won’t leave your side ever again.”

“Dick?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not scared if you’re with me,” you said with a smile.

A smile of his own spread across his lips. “I feel the same way.”

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rainydayfiction · 7 years ago

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Cold Hands and Christmas

Dick Grayson x Reader

Merry Christmas, everybody!! This is a gift for my best friend, @veonfan

I hope you all have a lovely day, whether you celebrate or not, and I hope you enjoy this little drabble.

I don’t think I like it as much as the Jason one because it feels a little rushed, but fingers crossed you’ll like it anyway.

Word count: 1261

Warnings: None

Christmas Eve in Gotham comes with a snowstorm, and your boyfriend decides you’d be perfect for helping him warm up after patrol.

The fire crackles in the fireplace, illuminating the great hall in a soft, glowing light. The clock in the corner chimes the hour; only one to go until Christmas morning (technically) begins. A few more still before your boyfriend and his family will be able to call it a night. Outside the walls of the manor, Gotham is growing increasingly white and frosty. Initially, you and many others had been excited at the first sign of snowfall in the early afternoon. However, as the day wore on and night fell, the pleasant weather became worrying: the snow had grown from a soft flurry of small flakes, to a low-level blizzard. The wind picked up to boot, blurring the whole mess until it was one big white wall.

This development had worried you greatly when it arose. Jumping off of roofs and hunting down criminals was dangerous enough to begin with—in these conditions, it could be disastrous. When you brought up this point, Dick just laughed and pulled you into a hug, attempting to crush your worries—and you—against his chest.

“It’s snowed in Gotham before,” he soothed, tucking your hair back behind your ear. “We’re all used to it by now. Besides, poor conditions usually make the baddies just as hesitant to go out as we are.”

You raised a brow at this, thinking of several villains and their escapades that could be brought up to prove him wrong. “Oh, really?”

Dick laughed. “Yes, really. Besides, it’s Christmas Eve. Don’t look at me like that—there are at least a handful of rogues who likely have something better to do. Have a little faith, would you?” The grin splitting his handsome face widened, and he wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Where’s your holiday spirit, babe? Don’t you believe in Christmas miracles?”

Your scoff sounds more like a snort, and you have to laugh. Leave it to Dick Grayson to ease your worries with a smile and a joke.

“You’ve been dating me for how long? I thought you’d have figured out you were dating the grinch by now.”

“You’re awfully cute for a grinch, if that’s the case—“

“Tt—Grayson, can you stop your incessant flirting and move already?”

You laughed again, and Dick shook his head. Leave it to Damian to pull everybody back to reality, the little brat.

“What, a guy can’t even properly say goodbye to his girlfriend? On Christmas? What is this world coming to?”

Damian made a disgusted noise and took his leave, deciding he’d rather not deal with Dick’s nonsense.

“Well, you heard him, birdy boy. Besides—it’s not Christmas just yet.” You smiled up at him, smoothing the edges of his domino mask over his eyes before standing on your toes to kiss him goodbye. “Try to come back in time for the actual holiday, alright?”

Dick hummed in response and stole another kiss. “I’ll give it a shot, just because you asked. I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Dick. Now get going—Damian looks like he’s about to go from nice to naughty.”

And with that, off went your boyfriend and his family, out to save the city. And here you were hours later, watching the fire dance and waiting for their return. Without realizing it, you begin to doze off, lulled by the warmth of the flames and the blanket wrapped snugly around you. Some time later, you find yourself roused by the couch dipping next to you. Something tugs at the blanket you’re cocooned in, and after a moment you find yourself wrapped up in a strong pair of arms, with your cheek resting against something solid but soft.

“Dick…?” You mumble drowsily, a deep breath in answering your question for you when your lungs are filled with his scent.

“Hey, (Y/N). Merry Christmas.”

A smile curls your lips up at the edges, and you sit up to rub at your eyes. Your lovely boyfriend has somehow managed to nestle himself under the blanket with you- not that you’d complain. He’s wearing a faded pair of jeans and the black sweater with blue stripes across the chest and sleeves that you know is his favorite. He looks tired, but just as unharmed as he did when he left. You hum in relief and lean up to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Merry Christmas, Dickie bird… Did everything go ok?”

Dick gives you a lazy grin, and a lazy kiss to match. “Unless you count Jay bitching about the cold, everything was great. No perps out and about, looks like they all decided to be smart and stay out of this blizzard. Just like I told you. B decided we could call it a night early.”

You nod, leaning your head back against his shoulder and getting ready to settle down. “That’s a relief… where are the boys and the big man?”

“Bruce’s still down in the cave with Damian. Tim decided to fix up some equipment to handle the cold and snow, and somehow he roped Jason into helping him. They’ll probably be up soon…”

There’s a smirk in his voice at the end of his explanation, and you lift your head again to give him a suspicious look. He’s plotting something. You open your mouth to call him out on it, but it’s too late. Within the span of a few seconds the acrobat has you flipped over and pinned on the couch, with his still fucking freezing hands under your shirt, tickling you.

“Richard John Grayson!”

Dick cracks up at your indignant squeal, like the gentleman he is, and proceeds to continue torturing you while you laugh and writhe under him. Eventually, he stops, leaving you heaving and panting while you try to get your breath back. His hands are pressed against the small of your back, and he rests his chin on your chest so he can grin up at you. Once your sides aren’t splitting anymore, you find it in you to smack him in the shoulder and attempt (key word: attempt) to glare at him.

“Care to explain that totally uncalled for and unwarranted assault and breach of my trust?”

The dark-haired man just continues to give you that cheeky grin of his that he knows you can’t be angry with and wiggles his fingers lightly underneath you.

“My hands aren’t cold anymore.”

“Dick.”

He laughs and feigns hurt, looking up at you with kicked puppy eyes. “Aw, that sounded like an insult rather than my name. I’m hurt, babe.”

You roll your eyes, but find yourself chuckling again. You can’t seem to do much else with such a goofball around.

“I think you’ll get over it,” you murmur, becoming occupied with combing your fingers through the mess of his hair. The raven-colored strands are slightly damp, but you can’t tell if it’s due to a shower in the cave or the snow outside. The two of you fall into comfortable silence for a while, you playing with your boyfriend’s hair and your boyfriend occasionally rubbing now-warm circles into your back.

Dick lifts his head from your chest. You look down at him happily, brushing his bangs back from his eyes. The smile on his face is softer than it usually is, and your insides melt into slush when he leans up to press that smile against your lips in a gentle kiss.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N),” he whispers against your mouth. You close your eyes with a smile of your own, forehead pressed against his.

“Merry Christmas, Dick.”

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youngjusticestories · 5 years ago

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The Massage -NSFW

I don’t own Young Justice. Everything belongs to there rightful owners.

Word Count: 789

Warning: NSFW

You and the team were currently sitting in a meeting talking about the information for your next mission. You were looking around the room while Kaldur was just finishing up talking about the last details about the mission. When your eyes landed on your boyfriend Nightwing you saw that he was trying to massage his left bicep.

Once Kaldur had ended the meeting and everyone had left the briefing room except you and Nightwing, you went up to him and sat next to him. "Hey, what's with you today?" You playfully asked him.

"My bicep has been hurting like crazy ever since the training session from yesterday." He said to you with a irritated look in his icy blue eyes. He stopped trying to massage his bicep and moved his hand and put it on the table.

You got out from the chair you were sitting in, and moved to stand behind the chair Nightwing was in. One of your hands found there way into his soft dark locks and started to play with it. You leaned down, and pressed your lips to the cuff of his ear and began to whisper seductively in his ear.

"Do want some help with that?" Your voice set shivers down his back, and made his knees go weak. Your hands started massaging his bicep. Nightwing leaned into to your touch, and he started to groaned out your name.

Your lips started to nibble on his earlobe. Nightwing's breathing started to become sharp as you continued your ministrations to him. A smirk appeared on your face as you felt his heart starting to beat faster than before.

"(Y/n) don't you think that we should go somewhere a little more private if we are gonna continue what we are doing." Nightwing grabbed your hands to make you stop what you were doing. He started to get out of his chair, and signaled you to follow him to where ever he was headed.

You followed Dick through to the cave until you both were at the front door of his bedroom. Dick entered the code to his room, and the both of you stepped in. Dick closed the door behind him, and pressed you up against the wall.

He crashed his lips into yours while his hands went pull you closer to him by grabbing your waist. You melted into Dick's kiss, and you arms went to loop around his neck. Dick deepened the kiss by opening open your mouth enough to let your tongues clash with each other.

Your tongues started to dance with each other for the win of dominance. Your hands started to move lower down his body, and teased him with playfully running your fingers against his utility belt that was around his waist.

You both pulled away from each other to breathe some air. Dick's hands started to unzip your suit. He helped you pry yourself from the spandex suit you had on at the moment. Once you were in your bra and panties, you turned to help Dick out of his suit next.

Dick was now just in his boxers. Your hand went inside of his boxers and pulled out his very hard cock. You dropped down to your knees, and pulled down his boxers and through across to the other side of his room.

"Oh you poor baby, how long have you been this worked up?" His poor cock was throbbing and started to pre-cum at the tip. You gave the tip a quick kiss, and started to lick up his shaft. "Since I saw you right before the meeting." Dick replied with a hitched breath.

You took Dick's thick cock fully into your mouth. You started to bop your head up and down sucking on his cock, while Dick's hands flew into your hair. Dick cummed into your mouth, you tasted his sweet cum and swallowed it.

You got up from your knees and were about to kiss Dick, but his phone starting ringing rather loudly. You and dick paused for a moment before Dick answered his phone call. When Dick was done with the call he had a sorry look on his face.

"I'm so sorry (Y/n), I just got a call from Bruce saying it was a family emergency." You were so disappointed about what Dick said to you, but gave him a understanding smile. "Its ok Dick. We can finish this later."

You and Dick started to change back into your suits. You both said your goodbyes to each other and parted your ways. You waited for Dick to come back to the cave, and when he was back the only thing he was saying for the rest of the night was your name.

#nightwing smut readerxnightwing dickgrayson dickgraysonxreader Fanfiction Nightwingsmut dickgraysonsmut 3smut youngjustice

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 5 years ago

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the boy in blue

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2YmmdhJ

by batnation

you are held captive and hope that the boy in blue will save you

Words: 2488, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Dick Grayson x Reader Imagines

Fandoms: Nightwing (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: Dick Grayson, Nightwing, Reader, Batman, Bruce Wayne, Two Face, Harvey Dent

Relationships: Dick Grayson x Reader, nightwing x reader, Reader X Dick Grayson, Reader x Nightwing, Dick Grayson/Reader, Reader/Dick Grayson, Nightwing/Reader, Reader/Nightwing

Additional Tags: dickgraysonsavingy/n, Fluffish, y/nheldcaptive, boyinblue, dickgraysonxreader, reader - Freeform, dickgrasyon/reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2YmmdhJ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #gotham

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bakasgospel · 7 years ago

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Fucking triggered

I went to look back at some fanfiction that I wrote a few months ago cuz they were actually pretty good, but like I go there but Wattpad fucking deletes my whole story. Like nothing is there and I’m fuckin triggered. Like what the fuck wattpad why you gotta be a fuckin bitch and be like that.

#writersblock #batfamily #dickgrayson #dickgraysonxreader

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dcsuperheroimagines · 8 years ago

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How the Bat Boys help you study:

Requested by: @batman-robin

Dick:

He will try to help you as much as possible.

He’ll quiz you, make up flashcards, and basically just be there for emotional support.

Every time you get something right, he’ll give you a kiss.

Where he kisses you though, depends on the level of hardness of the question. ;)

“So how do you say ‘I would like to order the fish please.’ in French.

“That is easy. It is ‘Je voudrais commander le poisson s'il vous plaît’

“Correct. Now how do you say “I love your ass Dick.”

You laugh. “That is not gonna be on the exam Dick.”

“I know. I just want to know how it sounds in a sexy language.”

Let’s just say it wasn’t a lot of studying for the rest the night.

Which results in you having a very low C.

Jason

He doesn’t really care for studying much.

Basically he doesn’t care about school at all.

But if it is to help you, he’s willing to give you a shot.

So you guys go to the library and he grabs all the book he can on the subject.

He even had to fight someone for an Ecology textbook. (Don’t ask.)

He decides to just stay there with you, and just watch you while you study.

Occasionally he will help out.

He’ll get you food if you ask, he’ll quiz you on the material.

But most of the time, he’s just there staring at you.

“Jason, I thought you were going to help me.”

“I am helping Sweetheart.”

“By staring at me?”

“Staring at you lovingly.”

You laugh. “Why are you even here?”

“Sometimes Y/N, people just need moral support. I’m not good at studying but I am willing to learn how if it means helping you.”

And that is really all you could ask for from him.

You end up passing with a B

Tim

Tim is literally the most cunning and intelligent man you have ever known.

Which is why you didn’t ask for his help.

And that hurt him.

It’s not that you didn’t want his help, you just didn’t want to bother him and take him away from his Robin duties to help with your studying.

But after he pleaded with you, you reluctantly agreed.

Boy were you in for it.

He stayed up the night before to make flashcard, study guides, and games.

He even put up sticky notes with equations and language translations everywhere in the apartment.

You didn’t know whether to be impressed or completely scared.

“Hey Y/N, are you ready to study?”

“Um...Tim...Sweetie...I’m just have one Exam to study for.”

“I know...but might as well study for the rest of your subjects too.

“Why?”

“Because I may not be able to do this again for you in a while. And I want you to know that I will try to do my very best to help you in any way possible. I don’t want you to be afraid to ask me for help. I’m willing to do anything for you.”

You end up kissing him then and there and spend the rest of that night studying.

With that, you ended up with an A on that exam.

And all your other exams.

Damian

You hesitated for Damian’s help.

You REALLY didn’t want to ask for his help.

With his smart ass attitude and smug look, studying with Damian can be a real...challenge.

But you had to ask him, since he was making an A in the class.

When you did ask him, he made this smug look (like you predicted) and quoted that scene from the godfather while petting Titus.

“So you come to me, the day before the exam, to ask for my help on the exam, for money.”

“I’m not paying you Damian. Can you help me or not?”

He reluctantly went to help you.

He makes a bunch of study guides and refers to his notes.

But he is not a great tutor.

He points out everything you do wrong, telling you to try again, and just basically putting you down on everything you are doing.

When he went to go get snacks, you just put your head down on the table and got really depressed.

“I’m never going to get this. I can’t do anything right. Damian must think that I am the most stupidest girl in the world.”

When he comes back with the snacks, he sets them down and just kisses you on the cheek.

“I don’t think that at all. I just want you to understand this.”

“But Damian we went over this a million times and I still don’t get it. I’m just stupid.”

“You’re not stupid beloved. You just don’t understand the material and I am willing to sit here for as long as it takes until you do. I will try to go over it as many ways as possible because you asked for my help. It’s the least I could do for you.”

You smiled and kissed him.

You guys went over the material the whole night.

Results is an A+

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #dickgraysonxreader #dick grayson imagine #tim drake imagine #tim drake x reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #batboys #batboy x reader #dc imagine

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nerd--writing · 8 years ago

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Recruitment || Nightwing Imagine

Request: Hey!! I was wondering if you could do a nightwing x reader where the reader is Harley Quinn and the jokers daughter? The team would try and recruits her and end up taking her by force only to have most of them assume she is crazy and ignore her. But nightwing sees that she could be different and tries to get through to her. He doesn't know that she's struggling with staying cruel to him as much as he's straining to be nice. Sorry it's long. Pleaseeeeee do this!!!! ❤️❤️💕💕

Your shoes pounded the pavement as you dodged the trash can which came in your way. The Gotham alleys remained as dirty as ever and this particular one which you were getting chased down wasn’t an exception. You were still debating as to what exactly you had done to be chased by the precious bird gang of Gotham City. Well your entire existence was blasphemous but that wasn’t really your fault.

Your ears twitched as you heard the familiar sound of a grappling hook getting fired and four pairs of feet tailing you. They sure were dedicated. Hearing something whizzing at you at full speed, it was time for a detour. You took a hard right entering another one of the paths of the maze that is Gotham, dodging what you thought was a bolas. Good trick but this wasn’t the first time someone had thrown one at you.

Caught up in the thought of escaping this, you didn’t see the trip wire laid out and as per your pursuers plan, the trap set into motion making you land on the ground painfully as many wires tied you up. You groaned and lifted up your face expecting them to show themselves.

“There’s no need to be shy,” you drawled. “Please. Step into the light.”

And there they were. Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin and Robin. All of them stood making a semi-circle, looking down at you.

“Hello boys!” You gave them a crooked smile. “You’re all looking so swell!”

Nightwing took a cautious step forward. “We need to talk.”

“Oh undoubtedly! I mean why else would you chase someone for 14 blocks? Certainly not to ask them out to coffee.” You tilted your head, looking straight into Nightwing’s eyes.

“Tt,” Robin spoke up. “This is completely pointless.”

The Red Hood nodded his head. “For once I agree with the brat.”

“Look,” Red Robin came forward, talking reasonably. “None of us are happy to be in this position but we see potential in you-“

“Potential?” you laughed. “Is that what everyone is calling demented these days?”

Nightwing and Red Robin exchanged a glance. You watched them carefully.

“You can stop with your stupid cover up story and just straight out tell me that you’re looking forward to throw me into the Arkham Asylum. None of you are idiots, except for maybe that guy with the stupid looking helmet which has a face on it like seriously man what the hell? It looks ridiculous.” If possible, he looked very offended “Everyone in Gotham knows that I’m the spawn of the worst thing that happened to this city. The Joker.”

“The Joker might be your father-“ Red Hood began.

“He is not my father,” you growled, “He is everything but that. I might be tied up but do not make me kick your ass by saying that again.”

“Duly noted,” Nightwing said. “But everything aside, we are not here to take you to the Asylum. We’re here with an offer.”

“Join us and make the city a better place,” Robin spoke up. “Or continue your life of misery and denying who you really are.”

“Hmm,” you pretended to ponder. “Oh, dear me! What an amazing offer! However, will I say no?!”

“Tt! A low-life like you don’t deserve such an opportunity. Such a waste it would be on you,” Robin snarled.

“Listen short stuff, I have no interest in being a part of the bird watchers group. So why don’t you be a sweet little boy and cut me out so that I can go back to my worthless life.” You rolled your eyes.

“Just consider what this could mean for you,” Red Robin offered.

“Look enough!” you shot at them. “Haven’t you all ever faced rejection before? You will gain nothing in trying to present the matter to me with different perspectives.” You looked at Nightwing. “This is not going to happen.”

Nobody said anything for a while as all eyes were on Nightwing, waiting for what he would say next. “Cut her loose.”

“Wh- but Batman said,” Red Robin tried to say.

“Well it’s not like we have a perfect record of following his orders.” Nightwing turned to Robin. “Cut her loose.”

Robin walked up to you and slashed with his sword, setting you free from all the wires. And without even a backward glance you started to run. Away from all this mess to what you were calling a home these days.

After what seemed like hours, you finally climbed into the window leading to your small disheveled apartment. Shutting the window securely, you walked into the living room and noticed something was off. You quickly grabbed the baseball bat and swung it behind your shoulder before it was blocked by someone very familiar.

“Nightwing,” you sighed. “I told you. I’m done.”

He eased the bat out of your grip. “But I’m not done. Why do you do it? Why do you keep the mean-girl façade?”

“Well isn’t that what everyone expects?” You questioned. “I got the DNA of craziness. It’ll be disappointing if I become a goody two shoes.”

“You don’t have to be someone just because you’re expected to be like that. You are your own person and you’re allowed to choose to become what you want to be.” Nightwing dropped down the bat with a soft thud.

You looked at him for a moment. “Why me?”

“Because you deserve a second chance. To renew yourself. You hate the Joker? Join the club.”

You smiled a little at that. “The big bats is willing to risk that?”

“We’re all misfits in this imperfect world trying to do our best. And you’re no different. Everyone deserves a second chance. But the question is, are you willing to take it?”

Nightwing looked at you intently as the moment between him and you seemed to stretch on forever.

~Charlie

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determinedkitty24 · 7 years ago

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Batboys with a Chubby!S/O

So I wanted to write this because I'm really chubby, not like the cute chubby, like the legit really chubby...sooo this is for people like me who wants some love, like me~

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Dick:

Has been with a lot of women. From supermodels to your average pretty.

And let me say this, he's so tired of dating the prettiest faces with the ugliest souls.

What draw him to you is definitely your personality. It's new to him. And that excites him.

Really couldn't careless of your looks or you body shape.

Dick didn't fell in love with you because of your looks and shape, it's your uniqueness that drew him onto you.

Be proud of that.

Makes sure that you are showered daily with love and kisses.

Burns anyone that dares to even bully you.

Want to exercise? Gladly joins you.

Diet? Buys anything healthy and tries to learn to cook anything healthy. That's very big considering Dick in cooking.

Loves hugging you. Anytime. Anywhere.

His cutest fluff ball.

Whenever you feel insecure, tell him. He'll remind you just how perfect and beautiful you are to him later that night.

Jason:

Jason doesn't give a fuck tbh.

He has been through a lot. Like death, for example.

So, I for sure can say that Jason isn't the type to base his s/o by their looks.

More into the personality than looks. Sure, it's nice to have some sexy bods but so what if they don't even care about him?

He needs more of a pillar to support and ground him. Help this poor baby. He's been through lots of hardships.

Finds you very attractive, you can even turn him on. Just letting you know.

Help whoever dares to even say something bad about you, because they won't even be able to move any inch of their body afterwards.

He just loves you very much.

Very protective of you.

He considers himself to be not the best boyfriend but he tries his very best, especially when you're feeling insecure about yourself.

Loves burying himself in your boobs/chest or your belly. He couldn't comprehend just how fluffy and soft you are. And he's so happy you're his.

Your fluffiness calms him during his nightmares or his stressful nights during patrol.

Timmy:

Looks is his least worry in this world.

Instead, he needs some nurturing and patient as an s/o.

Someone who can save him from dying on caffeine overdose.....

You both can be insecure together........

Give him much love just as much as he gives so much love to you. This poor baby....

I can say he's one the best among the boys when it comes to your insecurity since he's insecure himself. So understands you.

Just please have your belly as his pillow. It's the most comfortable place for him to sleep. Ever.

Also, run your fingers on his hair. It'll be heaven for him.

He'd be more insecure of you being in a relationship with himthan you being with him. You, one of the most beautiful and kindest person he'd ever seen and met. Please cherish him.

His forehead kisses are the most comforting thing ever. That's what he does to erase your insecurities. It's only reserved for you.

Love him.

Damian:

I had a feeling that Damian will judge you at first. Because his a jerk. And he thinks you're a dumb, lazy fat ass who does nothing at all.

But getting to know you changed that.

His insults decrease as time went on.

Once you're in a relationship now. He couldn't comprehend how you could be so strong and fierce yet so fragile at the same time.

Will absolutely protect you from this hell of a world.

When he loves, he loves unconditionally and probably eternally.

So you're his forever, and he's yours forever.

Not really into PDA, but in private he's the most affectionate person. Ever.

He'd call you "Jamila" ,which means beautiful in arabic, and Beloved.

Feeling insecure? He'd show you a fee of his sketches and paintings of yourseld just so you could see just how beautiful you are. Some drawings are not allowed for you to see. Too shy and embarrassed.

He's a gentleman, so be prepared to be treated like a princess, if not a queen.

Kisses all your insecurities away. Literally.

Make sure to pull him away immediately from anyone who'd dare to insult you. Enough said.

Calm him down with your fluffiest hugs. You can do that even in public. Though, only do that when you really need to calm him down. Otherwise, don't.

Showers you with gifts.

When he's not there, his pets would be there to cheer you up whenever you feel insecure.

You are literally loved.

Never let him go. He's too precious for this world

#batboys #batboysxreader #chubby!reader #batfam headcanons #batfamxreader #timdrakexreader #jasontoddxreader #dickgraysonxreader #damianwaynexreader #batboys headcannon

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dcsuperheroimagines · 9 years ago

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You meet him at the grocery store. You were there doing the grocery shopping for you and your roommate when the list that she gave you said that you needed some cereal. You turn down the cereal aisle and spot a guy.

Not just any guy. A gorgeous guy that has the face of Channing Tatum and the body of Dwayne Johnson. As you check him out, you can’t help but to check his grocery cart. You were surprised by the MANY boxes of cereal and jugs of milk within his basket. Captin Crunch, Frosted Flakes, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, you name it. ‘That is a ton of cereal. Surely he’s not gonna eat all those boxes by himself is he?’ you thought, as you picked out a box of Apple Jacks for yourself.

You kept watching him as he stared really hard at a box of Cocoa Puffs. It was kind of hard for you not to stare at him and watch as he was reading the back of the box. He looked like he was totally into it.

Suddenly, a smile broke out on his face. “There is a secret prize inside. Sweet!” he said.

You couldn’t help but giggle as he said that. That is where you made your mistake. As soon as that sound came out of you, the hot Adonis turned towards you.

You instantly blushed from his gaze. “Sorry, Sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just that...that was kind of hilarious. You almost sounded like a little kid.”

“Well my family always said that I was a kid at heart.” He replied as he put the box of Cocoa Puffs into his basket.

“Oh.” You were kind of surprised to find out he had kids. He seemed a little young to be raising them. ‘Well I guess that explains the cereal.’

“So I guess your kids really like cereal huh?” You asked, pointing at his cart.

He kind of blushed a little and rubbed the back of his head. “Oh no. I don’t have kids. This is for me actually.”

You were sort of embarrassed when you thought he had kids, but that soon changed when you realized what he just said. “That much cereal?”

“Yep”

“Is for you?”

“Ah huh.”

“Only you?”

“You betcha.”

You both stare at each other for what seemed like an eternity before you spoke again. “That is unhealthy.”

“I know.”

You take his cart and put the cereal back. “H...hey. What are you doing?” he asked.

“You...Mr. Diabetes, are going to shop with me and are getting more healthier choices.” He was about to argue back before you shut him up with your index finger. “You have no choice whatsoever in the matter.” You took his cart and left the aisle, leaving a smirking boy behind.

“Okay then.”

You spent the rest of the day hanging out with gorgeous boy and talking to him about certain vegetables and fruits. Even talking about certain recipes he can try at home. Cause you can tell just by looking at him, that he has no idea how to make a decent meal.

“So...can I get your name or are you gonna be the “Girl who took my cart.” from now on.” he asked, as we both went to check out aisle.

You smiled at him, putting out your hand. “My name is Y/N”

He smiled back and took your hand, shaking it. “Nice to meet you Y/N. I am Dick Grayson. Thank you for your help and the VERY persuasive advice.”

“Well I don’t take no for an answer.”

The cashier gives you his receipt. You take out your F/C pen and write your name and number on it. “If you need any more help with your shopping. Here’s my number.”

He grabs it from you and kisses it. “I’ll sure to do that.”

You blush as he takes his bags and leaves the store, looking back at you and winks. As you watch him leave, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. That only lasted a few seconds though as you totally forgot to do your own shopping. “Got Damn it!”

#dickgrayson #imagines #dc x reader #dickgraysonxreader #firstpost #yay me

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nerd--writing · 9 years ago

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Can I request for a nightwing Headcannon and his stages of falling in love?

wooh okay. Well this is my attempt at getting Dick Grayson right I hope you guys like this.

STAGE ONE :REALIZATION.

Lets face it , at first Dick would have no idea that he was actually in love with you , he’d probably just go along with his life without a second thought.

Like he’d think of you an awful lot and and a lot of things will remind him of you. but he’d just shrug it off like

In the middle of a mission he’d see something that reminds him of you and he’d just go all , “Huh that reminds me of (Y/N) “ and then he’d kind of get in a daze and just sort of think about you for a solid 10 minutes till he realizes exactly what is going on. (THIS COULD BE AN IMAGINE ON ITS OWN )

He’d just shrug it off with a really really bad excuse like

“maybe I’m just extra horny “

He’d also talk about you a lot and refer to you like you can do no wrong.

This would go on for a while , till he brings you up in a conversation for the 100th time with his brothers.

‘’damnit , Dick , we know you fucking love (Y/N) , now can you just shut the fuck up ?!” -Jason

“yeah , man i mean (Y/N)’s really nice and all but we don’t care about what she had for breakfast “ Tim pipes in , earning a snicker and rude comment from Damian.

This statement would stick with him and later on it would just hit him, like he was grabbing a beer from the fridge back home and it would hit him and he’d just go all “I am in love with (Y/N) “

CUE STAGE TWO : CONFUSION

This was probably the best. Dick would be so awkward and tongue tied everyone would notice it , even you.

his brothers will give him hell for it.

“Oh look its (Y/N) , better tape your mouth shut and start giving the sex eyes “ - Jason

He would get so awkward and tongue tied around you.

The flirting and everything would come to a halt

With you included and you’d be pretty confused like where is my boyfriend confused.

STAGE THREE : LOVESICK PUPPY

Dick would probably be really happy with the idea of falling in love.

Like yeah ! he has settled down with one person and its you ! you’re so nice and pretty and he just really really loves you and its all very amazing for him.

The awkwardness would just come to a halt and he would be like well , a love sick puppy.

He’d stop flirting and its like he has eyes only for you.

everything you do is just perfect for him.

He’d be all heart eyes and overly affectionate , even in public.

All of this would be very weird for you and one day you’d just confront him about it.

Like he just arranged your favorite meal from God knows where and he let you pick out the movie , for the third time in a row and he was being wayy to nice and so you just ask him whats up and why the hell is he acting like this ? did he mess something up ?

Dick would just smile pull you in for a long kiss and he’d just go,

“Nothing , I’m just head over heels in love with you (Y/N)”

woo okay i hope these are okay. Remember headcanons for the batboys x s/o are always open because im trash.

~Circe

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