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Platonic!Yandere Batman!Damian with new young robin!reader headcannons (extra points if you include uncle Jon and the league somehow)

Platonic! Yandere! Batman! Damian Wayne x Robin! Reader

Damian Wayne x reader. Yandere!Damian Wayne x reader/ Yandere Damian Wayne x Reader

Word count: 5604 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, manipulation, adult Damian Wayne (based on Batman in Bethlehem), toxic family relations, obsession & Platonic yandere.

Okay, so I imagine that this all occurs at a time when Bruce has resigned and most of the others have moved on in some way, not only leaving Damian as the only one available and willing to take over the Batman cowl, but also making him impossibly alone. Desperate, abandoned and lonely.

Dick is busy with his life in Blüdhaven, (either married to Barbara or Koriand’r, maybe even with a kid), working primarily as a detective for the Blüdhaven police force. He’s juggling a career, family and, obviously, his vigilante patrols at night, so the time left to visit Damian is minimal.

Jason still occasionally patrols the streets at night, but he’s mostly out with Starfire and Roy, either playing uncle with Lian/Kori’s possible kid or doing Outlaws missions whenever Chesire/Jade Nguyen pulls herself together enough to take care of her daughter for a while. Jason is too busy getting his own life on track to even start worrying about Damian’s loneliness.

Tim is probably still in Gotham, although he’s also busy. He’s building his own life as well, either with Bernard or some other girlfriend/boyfriend of his. He’s probably busy renovating an apartment close to the manor, on top of Wayne Enterprise work and vigilante obligations, giving him no free time to come visit for leisure time. Sure, Damian communicates with him over the comms on a daily basis, but it’s not really the same as speaking to someone face to face. Not to mention that shouting orders, descriptions and coordinates probably doesn’t count as a proper conversation.

Alfred is probably dead. I know everyone always jokes that he’s immortal, but even if he was, no one can deal with the Wayne family for more than a single lifetime. So, whether he clocked out naturally or simply, using his all-mighty Alfred powers, just decided to let his life seep out of him like air in a balloon. Alfred is gone.

In Alfed’s place, Bruce has stepped up as a type of off-brand Alfred. He’s retired his superhero alias, and now only has his CEO duties to focus on, which would’ve been a lot for most people, but this is Bruce and to him, it’s too little. So he has learned to cook, hires people to clean the house, make the beds etc. and has, (through observing the best dry cleaners he could possibly hire), learned to wash clothes, attempting to emulate Alfred as some type of coping mechanism for his absence. That doesn’t mean he has the same emotional intelligence as Alfred, it’s still Bruce we’re talking about, but he has the practicalities down. So yeah, Bruce has become an elderly man. But since he still is good old Bruce, that also means that his emotional availability is practically non-existent, made in no way better by the fact that he shut himself in even more after Alfred’s passing and most of his children flying away from the nest. Bruce longs for the old times, longs for the comforting presence of Alfred and the jolly sounds of younger people chit-chatting. Yet, no matter how much Damian might attempt to engage in longer conversations with Bruce, it’s not happening.

If you have a hard time imagining how Damian would look like Batman, think of Batman in Bethlehem. He has exchanged the unhandy cape for the much more practical coat, which not only gives him a more serious appearance but also proves to be a great weapon against the Gotham cold, as well as leaving much more room for gadgets, weapons and, just like his father, a secret compartment for treats. He is a much more menacing and unforgiving Batman compared to his father, never letting a goon get away. He is thorough to the point of near-perfection, which is damn impressive, but it’s also draining on Damian, both physically and emotionally. His father had a horde of Robins, Batgirls and the sporadic extra orphan to aid him in his pursuit for justice, all Damian has is Tim, and occasionally Jason, the latter of which is slowly coming to the realisation that sustaining the same muscle mass as a cow for decades takes a toll on your joints.

So, even before Damian encounters you, he’s been in the search of someone to make the nightly patrolling of Gotham easier. Damian’s original intention hadn’t been to get a Robin. Actually, he considered “rescuing” an assassin from his mother’s army at the League of Assassins and reprogramming their mind through the various means that had been proven useful in war situations of the past… He did briefly consider asking Dick to contact M’gann for some “healthy” use of mind control. Yeah… Damian is not nearly as morally self-righteous as Bruce, another factor which has driven a wedge between the two.

However, then Damian met you.

I can imagine that you had recently moved to Gotham, either with your family or alone. You’re probably no older than sixteen at the time of your and Damian's meeting, so if you’re moving to Gotham alone, you’re probably going to be at Gotham academy’s boarding school. But no matter what, you happen to be a huge Batman and, ostensibly, Robin fan. You have posters hung on your wall and photos of you dressing up as Robin when you were younger. It’s not quite Tim Drake-levels of fanboy/girl/person, but you are a bonafide fan.

So, as a fan, you enjoy looking out into the Gotham night, spotting either Red Robin or Batman pass in the air with the wires of their gliders shining in the moonlight. It gives you a sense of safety, knowing that the city has its protectors. Like any other fan, you can’t help but fantasise about how it’d feel to be one of them. How nice it must feel to have the wind hit your cheeks as you zoom through the night sky, and how cool you’d look in one of those fancy superhero suits.

You have made multiple drawings throughout your youth of yourself as Robin or sometimes even your own made-up hero. You’ll prance around your room alone, listening to music, jumping from your desk chair to your bed to anywhere else with a flat surface, pretending that you’re a vigilante. Heck! I wouldn’t be surprised if you had begged your parents to send you to some type of martial arts as a kid. Begging, praying and practically kissing their feet until they oblige. That is, of course, if you didn’t have parents who had already sent you to karate/Jujitsu/you name it, before you yourself ever came up with that idea.

I can imagine that the day you and Damian’s ways cross, it’s while he’s out as Batman. For some reason you’ve been left alone to go home/to the academy in the late evening hours, (a recipe for disaster in Gotham). Maybe you had to attend some school-arranged art show/science fair/literature competition and the teachers hadn’t coordinated a way for students to come home/your parents had forgotten that you were out for the night. Whatever it was, you were scared and alone, walking through the streets of Gotham at night.

As will always happen in Gotham under such circumstances, a large shadowy man emerges from within one of Gotham’s many alleys. He’s neither quiet nor light on his feet, but he is big and the stench of piss, alcohol and decay attacks you before he even has the chance to. You might try to run, but his legs are longer than yours and he reaches you before you get anywhere. Huge grubby hands encase around your collar, heaving you up against a nearby brick wall, the rough texture cutting into the back of your head and back. You might try to use your martial arts knowledge to attempt to fend him off, and you may be successful. However, once you manage to make the man drop you, a swarm of similar-looking men emerge from the nearby alleys, alerted by the noise. They practically lick their lips at the sight of a young and defenceless school student, dumb enough to emerge after dark, it’s practically a Christmas gift for these degenerates. They surround you and you realise that you can’t fight them all, not at once. Your screams for help alert everyone in the neighbourhood, but none will come to your rescue, that’s just how Gotham functions. None…Except for Batman.

Damian hears your scream and within minutes the goons who attempted to attack you are on the floor, heads busted and limbs broken, some scramble away in fear, but end up with Damian’s grappling hook ripping a hole through their legs. The green-eyed Batman is surprisingly efficient, and it takes him no time to get you to safety, scoping you into his arms, as if you weighed less than a feather, and with his grappling hook, he flies through the air to the nearest rooftop. If you hadn’t been so traumatised and shocked by the near-death experience you just had, you might’ve been able to appreciate the experience of literally being saved by your idol. But alas you were, and the shaking of your limbs and rattling of your brain made you wholly unable to connect with reality.

Damian is patient with you, his glowed hands trace your back as you slowly gather your breath, and once the worst shock is out of your body, he reaches into his breast pocket, where he pulls out a lolly, offering it to you. Now, one should never accept candy from a stranger, but when that stranger is Batman, you can be fairly certain it won’t be tampered with. As such, you accepted the candy with wide burning eyes. Your attempts at slowly peeling away the plastic were a hard-fought battle and Damian had to help you, slowly guiding your hand towards your mouth as you popped the candy into your mouth. The sweetness helped ground you a little, not to mention that it also helped you regain some of your lost powers.

When Damian reckons that you are mentally present again, he prompts you to tell him what happened. With trembling lips, you started to mutter out an answer, about how you had to walk alone because no one was there to get you home safely, how you’d fended one of the men off but then more just came, you almost let a sob slip, but manage to keep it in. Your emotional control and fighting spirit impress Damian, but more importantly, the utter imbecility of the adults in your life makes Damian feel a rage unlike any other.

Damian would take you home in his arms, barging through the front door of either your parents’ apartment or the front door of the academy. He ignores the protest of any adults attempting to stop him, even daring to roughly push them out of the way, as he carries you to your room, following your directions. Once he’s there, he’ll carefully put you on your bed and tug you in like a little kid, no matter your age at the time. He brushes your hair out of your face, (if you have any), and gently swipes your forehead with his thumb. This may seem like inappropriate behaviour for a stranger, but he’s Batman and you’re traumatised and still in shock. It’s his best attempt at calming you down.

Once you’re tugged in, he goes to your guardian, eyes burning with the fury of a thousand suns. He’ll scream his throat dry, reprimanding them for their carelessness, and if you’re living with your parents, he’ll threaten to call CPS on them. He’ll leave the building with a huff and a last warning of revenge should anything similar ever happen again.

It’s after this that Damian has a hard time letting go. He can’t help but constantly fear that you’re being mishandled in some way by your carers. He has nightmares of you in an alley, getting shot like his grandparents or worse… No! It’s so awful that he can’t even bear the thought. These tumultuous emotions will move him to the absolute edge, and to satiate his anxiety, even just a little, he’ll take to stalk look after you. He’ll follow your movements every free minute he has between working at Wayne Enterprises and patrolling the city as Batman, and if you have a bike or pair of shoes you often use, he’ll somehow manage to slip a tracker in there to follow your every move, even when he’s at work or out patrolling. “It’s just to keep them safe”, he’ll tell himself, justifying his actions. But really, whatever his intentions might’ve been in the beginning, they slowly morph into something darker, more possessive. Damian starts to wonder if he might not be a better parent and mentor to you than your real parents. They’re neglectful, he surmises. Either they were the ones who let you walk through Gotham at night, or they simply shipped you off to Gotham Academy, which clearly had no idea how to take care of its students.

Damian might force Bruce to attend his retelling of the night he met you, how he had to follow you around...to ensure your safety, of course! He twists the story and paints your parents as the most horrendous of people, totally disinterested in the well-being of their child, it makes Bruce pity you. Damian suggests that they take you, and make sure that you get a safer environment, with Damian adopting you, in a sense. Bruce isn’t entirely convinced of this, citing that they cannot just kidnap you from your home. However, when Damian mentions how you’re pretty much like Tim, except a better person in every regard, Bruce’s longing for nostalgia slowly creeps back through the cracks. His mind swirls with memories of little Dick, Jason, Tim and even Damian. When was the last time they had a kid, or at least a young person, in the house? It’s been so long that he barely remembers. The house is too big just for two adult men, they could really use someone to spice up the atmosphere. And as such, Bruce is on board… Not that Damian would’ve listened to him if he said otherwise.

With the decision made that you will become the newest in a long line of adopted Waynes, Damian sets out to get you. He will attempt to make it look natural… like the way Bruce adopted Dick after his parents died… Yeah, wouldn’t it be a shame if all your aunts and uncles suddenly started having issues in their life leaving them incapable of ever taking care of themselves, let alone you if something happened to your parents?

And wouldn’t it be even more of a shame if… let’s say, after pretty much all adults in your family either died, was run bankrupt or somehow ended up in jail… your parents finally die in a freak accident. Perhaps it’s a car crash due to someone having messed with its tailpipe? Or maybe they went to the cinema, only for the projector to hit them… and only them? It could even just be that while you’re out of the house/at the academy that they suddenly have a carbon monoxide slip in their home, making them silently sleep in the arms of the grim reaper.

Whatever it is, your parents will mysteriously die, and with no one else in your family able to take you in, the Gotham police department is left at a standstill. If you came from another country than the US, they might talk about sending you back to an orphanage there… anything is better than Gotham… but if you’re American they’ll have no other choice than to start preparations to move you into one of the rat-infested shiteholes calling themselves Gotham orphanages.

Wherever you’re from, you don’t have to wait more than a day before someone unexpectedly shows up at the police station, just as the pitying policemen are trying to help you pack your last stuff into boxes, ready to be sent wherever you need to go. Multi-billionaire, Damian Wayne. Everyone at the station is suspicious about how the green-eyed Wayne heard about the sudden availability of an orphan without any family to go to, but he’s a Wayne, so they’re not surprised… They have a thing for adopting orphans after all. And that’s exactly what Damian proposes!

The broad-shouldered man will bow down to your level, reach out a hand, a gentle smile on his otherwise hardened features, and offer you to join him as his ward. With the horror stories you’ve heard of orphanages combined with the possibility of being adopted by a literal billionaire, you don’t hesitate to accept, albeit reluctantly. Whatever reservations the police may have is waved off by the thought that the Waynes have experience with orphans and they’ll be able to give you a life so much more engaging than anyone else ever possibly could. To most of them, this seems like the perfect ending to your otherwise sad story… If only they knew.

Any legal troubles with adopting you, or if any relative attempts to better themselves to be able to take over your care, will be solved with a wat of cash in someone corruptible’s hands and a slight threat of homicide. To anyone except Damian, the adoption went entirely smoothly and without a hitch.

Once you’re settled in with Damian and Bruce, you’ll come to realise that this life really isn’t all that you expected it to be. The trauma of your parents’ deaths is still fresh, but Damian expects you to get over it within the first few weeks, he is after all, (in his mind at least), your new “dad/mentor”, you’re not alone…Not like he’s been for the past many years… So why can’t you just settle into your new life with vigour? Or at least not mope around most of the time!

Bruce is more patient than Damian, he’ll let you open up to him, even if he’s bad with emotions. I can imagine that after the death of your parents, you might develop heavy night terrors, to which Bruce will attempt to calm you by sitting at your bedside until you fall asleep. If you feel especially anxious one night, Bruce will swear that he and Damian will protect you, no matter what. After a while, Damian will take over nightguard duty, realising that he needs to let you open up slowly… or at least not instantly…

Damian might start reading you bedtime stories, even if you’re technically too old for them. His voice is just so calming, its eclectic accent combined with clear brass undertones, both of which remind you of a certain hero… It makes you momentarily forget the fear and despair that came with the death of your parents, so, even if it’s a little infantilising, you appreciate Damian’s presence as you fall asleep, it makes you feel safe.

If you’ll let him, Damian will trace calming circles on your back while reading, and if you ask him to, he’ll tell you stories from his childhood… the censored versions, he doesn’t want your delicate ears to get hurt by him explaining how he knew a million ways to kill a man before he even turned ten…

You will live a relatively comfortable life with Bruce and Damian for a while, getting introduced to the others whenever they find the time to drop by to meet the new member of the Wayne legacy, as well as getting acquainted with Jon Kent, who, (as Damian’s best friend), demands to be called uncle, despite you not even calling Damian dad… At least not yet. If all this attention on you makes you uncomfortable and feel like a zoo exhibition, Damian will immediately ban everyone except Jon and Tim from visiting for the next long while, even Dick. Tim kinda needs access to the manor for when he and Damian are doing patrol debriefings and Jon refused to not come around, besides he’s so disarming that you’ll probably get used to him quickly… whether or not you end up calling him uncle.

After a while, Damian might come to the conclusion that to truly bond with you he must give you an outlet for your frustrations… And he only knows one way that ever really worked for him… Becoming Robin.

One day, when you come home from school, Damian will command you to follow him in a tone which you had never heard him speak to you with before. It is hard, serious and foreboding, chills will spread up your back and through your fingers, a bad taste will invade the back of your throat and your breaths cut short… What did you do? Was Damian going to throw you back on the path of an orphanage kid? What had you done?

What you did not expect was for Damian to strut up to an old grandfather clock, turning the arrows on the white disk to exactly 10:47. Whether or not you’re the type of person to be easily surprised, there’s no way you wouldn’t be at least a little taken aback when the large clock swung back, revealing the entrance to what looked to be a cave.

You had no context to put it up against and as such your fear took over, making you slowly back away from the hole in the wall that had just been revealed. Damian’s weird behaviour doesn’t make the situation any better either. Really, for you, there’s no telling what’s going on.

Damian notices your hesitation and briefly takes offence until he senses your genuine fear. “It’s nothing bad, I promise. It’s just a family secret that I trust you enough to know.” He’ll try to reassure you, whether it works or not doesn’t matter, as he picks you up like you weighed nothing and carries you down the metal steps… He doesn’t trust you to not fall and hurt yourself.

Once down in the cave, he’ll reveal to you that he’s Batman, the second one to bear the monicker. He’ll reveal the hero identities of all your “new uncles”, even Jon. All the information that he believes you could possibly need will be loaded onto you in a “brief” thirty minutes monologue. By the end of it, you’re floored… who wouldn’t be? This is probably the last thing anyone would ever consider when moving in with a new family. A bit of your fan behaviour might poke through, as you go from shocked to concerned to almost a little ecstatic… your favourite hero is your adopted father… Wow! The powers above really shone down on you after you had lost everything, huh?

But the pleasant surprises don’t stop there as Damian starts to describe how most Robins lost their birth parents somehow, (with him being the exception), and how most of them worked through this, (not really), by becoming vigilantes. You start to wonder and maybe even hope that he’ll offer the position to you, but multiple times have to remind yourself to stop dreaming, it would be unlikely, right? I mean, you might be able to fight, but not vigilante-level, right? Well… Damian disagrees, and he offers you to become his Robin. In all your star-struck wonder, you fail to see the possessive and obsessive glint in his eyes. You accept on the spot, feeling as if it’s a dream come true.

From then on, your days will be filled with nothing except school, family and Robin training, there’ll simply be no time for friends and going out doing your own thing, and Damian loves it! He believes you’re the safest when you’re within the manor or in his direct line of sight. Anywhere else is dangerous.

Damian will eventually start to suspect the safety of your school…The teachers probably don’t know how to defend you from rogues. Heck! Hey probably don’t even care for your safety! His mind ruminates on the topic for a while, until he decides to let you be homeschooled. He asks around to see if there’re any good private teachers whom he can trust, but there aren’t. None of the people he interviews ever fit his standards: One is too lax, the other too strict, one isn’t clever enough and a fourth doesn’t seem loyal enough. It’s next to impossible to fill out all the demands that the green-eyed Wayne sets up, but there’s one man whom Damian would trust with your education and safety. Bruce… If we’re all being honest, he’s probably a better teacher in all subjects than those who actually studied for the position. It’s actually Bruce’s own idea that he’ll be the one tutoring you, he can work for Wayne enterprises at home, and teach you at the same time, it’s great bonding, and Bruce enjoys your youthful presence so much. It’s a win-win situation for both men… Of course, this will also mean that you’ll become entirely isolated from anyone that isn’t Damian approved. Your social circles are suddenly limited to a bunch of adults, most of whom are vigilantes, hell-bent on keeping others safe… This has the added side-effect of depriving you of anyone who might support your suspicions, should you sound the alarm as Damian puts up more and more safety protocols to keep you out of harm's way.

With no one else but the family, you become entirely submerged in the vigilante culture and social circles, as you train to become the new Robin. The only people you’ll see on a regular basis will be Damian, grandpa Bruce, uncle Jon and uncle Tim. Perhaps great uncle Clark will semi-regularly swing by with great aunt Lois, but that’s rare, Bruce usually goes to them. You may notice yourself becoming quite dependent on Damian and Bruce’s company and attempt to rebel, this doesn’t fly with Damian. He loves you, but he’s not the most patient of people. He will have no qualms about locking you in your room for hours or even days, only letting you out to do your Robin training.

It’ll take a long time for Damian to let you become a true Robin, he wants to be sure that you’ll be safe and have the skills to defend yourself fully. It wouldn’t even surprise me if you had already reached the age of 18 before you got to actually patrol the city, not that this would change anything, Damian would either pay someone to fake your birth certificate so that you were still his legal ward on paper or maybe just refuse to let you have any more freedom, even if you protest… at that point, he would have had years to manipulate you into being entirely loyal to the family and more specifically him, so I doubt that it’d be a real problem.

Regardless, when he does bestow upon you the right to become Robin, it’ll be the end of a long road. He’ll invite everyone in your immediate social circle to come and celebrate, even some of Bruce’s old colleagues like Hal Gordan and Barry Allen might show up, it’s a big party and it’s all about you. Any fancy dresses or suits you want? it’s yours! The entire house will be decorated in your favourite colours and all your favourite food will be served! At the end of the evening, everyone will be gathered in one of the manor’s large living rooms, and Damian will present you with your very own Robin suit. You’ll be surprised to find that it’s a real-life replica of the ones you had drawn as a child. If you wonder how he got them, Damian will simply say he had found them in the rubbish the day you moved in and he had thought it a shame to throw them out… really he had stolen the drawing from you back when he was still stalking you, having collected the perfect materials throughout your years of training, it had sometimes been a struggle to find fabric that both matched your idea of the costume as well as being practical in a field setting, but he had managed it, and now you had the perfect costume, just the way you’d always wanted it.

Damian is overprotective of you the first many times that you’re out as Robin, to the point where he barely lets you fight, out of fear that you might get hurt. But slowly and with the reassurances of both Tim, Jon and Bruce, he’ll let you fight on your own. His eyes will still always find your form the second he hears a grunt coming from your direction, but he’ll let you handle it unless he deems the situation too dangerous… which he does quite often…

Life will be fine as long as you’re by his side, he’s your Batman and you’re his Robin, and Gotham is delighted by the return of the traffic-cone-themed sidekick. Bruce will look upon you and Damian fondly, and be reminded of good-old times when that was him and Dick, or the beginning of him and Jason… Back before it all got so complicated… which is ironic because the emotions involved in you and Damian’s Batman/Robin partnership are way more complicated, dark and obsessive than any of Bruce’s ever were.

You might wonder why Bruce never opposes Damian’s obvious yandere tendencies, but, in truth, Bruce refuses to see them. After all his sons, (except Damian), moved out, he got too old to be Batman, Alfred died and his entire life practically had to be narrowed down to Wayne Enterprises and occasional visits from his boys, (most of whom he was estranged from), Bruce had lost his spark, his reason to wake up in the morning. However, when you arrived, an entirely new chapter of his life opened up. He no longer felt like he was riding through the last fourth of his life without any meaning. No, with you there, he now had the responsibilities of a grandfather! He had someone to live for and to tell his near-endless anecdotes to! Your sudden appearance in his life saved him, and as such, he couldn’t even begin to let himself see the cracks in the happy facade he depended on to keep his life going. To him, you were all a happy and healthy family, three generations: Father, son and grandchild. And no one could take that away from him, he refused.

As you grow up, still living with Damian and Bruce, switching between the two identities of Robin and y/n, the wealthy socialite, adopted by Damian Wayne, you might start to consider whether you should create something of your own, instead of just living a life that Damian created for you. You might look at photos of the old Teen Titans and Young Justice, all hung throughout the halls of Wayne manor, and think to yourself, “maybe I could do something like that too”.

If you verbalise this idea to Damian, he’ll stop whatever he’s doing, his eyes widening with fear and rage. “You want to leave us?! After everything we’ve done for you?!” You can try your best to explain that you just want to become your own person, but Damian will hear non of it. He becomes frantic and angry, making you sit and listen to him rant about how dangerous it can be for a bunch of sidekicks, not even fully-fledged heroes, to just team up and battle it out. He’ll list to you all the most horrific incidents that happened in both Teen Titans and Young Justice, the people that got permanently, the people that got seriously maimed and those who died horrifically. At the end of his hours-long rant, he’d have instilled sufficient anxiety within you to turn you off to that idea.

After your suggestion, though, Damian might realise that you could be in need of a friend around your age. He doesn’t like the idea, a mix of both jealousy and the fear that they won’t protect you makes him reluctant to seek out some of the other sidekicks, but for you and your mental well-being, he’ll do anything. So he finds a sidekick, it could be Jon’s… actually, it’s most likely Jon’s sidekick, I can’t really see him trusting anyone else. But he’ll go up to them and practically demand that they befriend you. If they’re anything like Jon, and I can imagine that they are, they’ll accept with a big smile.

You may have a hard time befriending Jon’s sidekick, especially if your personalities aren’t compatible, however, they’re the only other person around your age you have, so you’ll have to make do. Eventually becoming best friends, even if you can’t stand them.

Any other need you could possibly have, Damian will always find a way to satiate it without ever giving you your freedom. It’ll be the most infuriating game of pulling rope, he’ll always give in to your demands, but in a way that just further cements your inability to escape him.

Damian will never let you go, not as long as he lives. If you try to get married… hah! No. Not happening. If you wanna go to university, he’ll hire tutors to come to your home. You’re never escaping and Damian isn’t coy about showing his possessiveness and platonic obsession with you. You’re his kid, even if you refuse. Really, you should have just stayed home that fateful night when you met, because now you’re stuck as Damian’s Robin, forever.

A/N: Yes, you can just ignore this, it's mostly for the user who sent in the request.

Thank you for this idea! I hope you like what I did with it!

I'm really sorry that these take so long to come out lately, but I have my final exams in a little over a month, (they start on the 1st of May), so I'm in a pretty tight spot for time recently, I'll obviously become more productive when they're all done, and I do also have another full one shot of Damian in the works. For the anon who requested this, I would just like to say, you had a wonderful idea, and I hope I did it justice, it didn't really go where I had originally intended it to, but I hope that this is what you might've preferred either way.

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This International’s Womens Day We’re Celebrating Kory Anders

Happy International Women's Day to the MOTHER of all mothers: Kory Anders/Koriand’r

Titans!Kory is everything: she’s strong, she’s sweet, she’s funny, she’s smart, she’s sexy! I could go on and on….

All over socials you may hear the use of mother, but that term actually comes from the Black LGBT+ community use of House Mother,and in this case, I consider Kory the mother of the House of Titans. 🤣 she’s inspiring, uplifting, and a mentor, not only to the younger titans she’s decided to create a family with, but to all of us and if anyone is deserving of the Mother title it is Kory!

And she’s the mother of the team in SO many ways. Not just a caretaker or there for looks, or to uplift the story of a man, but a well rounded MOTHER

She’s dick’s equal and they compliment each other in so many ways. she provides the empathy, emotional support system, and encouragement that the younger titans need which compliments Dick’s more rigid, tactical, technical leadership style. She rounds out the team in the most important ways by just being herself: showing up when she says she’s going to, fighting for what she believes in, and choosing to see the best in everyone, particularly those on the team *cough*dicholas*cough*

So let's take a look at some of kory's most mother moments shall we?

child #1: rachel roth

Kory immediately protects rachel without knowing much about her. She teams up with a Dick (he’s pretty so I don’t blame her) to keep her safe aka accidentially adopting the same child! she also shows rachel she can be kind and a badass when necessary.

child #2: gar logan

Kory is always looking out for gar and giving him the perfect advice when he needs to hear it! “Don’t ever be ashamed of defending yourself.” She's empathetic and apologetic when she notices his mood change or when she makes a mistake. They always have each other’s back.

child #3: conner kent

Kory literally revived Conner, trains him, and keeps him in check when he gets out of line! She looks out for his well being and making sure he never feels bad for being different. The way he approached blackfire in s3, describing how the titans were like family? You can bet that came from Kory Anders.

child #4: the little princess angel mar'i grayson

Kory is a beautiful and attentive mommy! She also lets mar’i’s daddy steal her as much as he wants because she knows how important mar'i is/was in bringing her and dick together 🥹 (brenton let anna hold the baby damnit!!)

We celebrate Koriand’r’s mother status not just today but every day!

LOUD AND OBNOXIOUS SHOUT OUT TO MY Kory Co-Captain @escapism-through-imagination 💜💙

Happy International Women’s Day Besties!

#kory anders #Kory is a Mother!#TO MANY #Koriand’r #titans #international Womens day #happy women's day #dc titans

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Hello! I saw the character/RO descriptions and I was wondering if there were visuals to go along with them? like portraits/artbreeder/piccrew?

Thank you in advance!! Have a good day 💕

I don’t, I’m sorry. I do have some inspiration characters for the ROs— like I kinda imagine Koda as a Jason Momoa(esque) character.

For Scarlett I was inspired by Koriand’r from DC Animated. Not necessarily the hairstyle but the general aesthetic…

I might make some of those types of things in the future though! I think it’d be a fun challenge, but we’ll see!

I hope you have a wonderful day too 💖💖💖

#midnight sun #asks #ro: koda kingston #ro: scarlett voltaire

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What is this shit. Just fuck y’all in the writers room. Trying to make BART ALLEN out to be some pervert, posthumously. No, I will not stay for this slander.

Not ONCE has Bart been a pervert!! Not when a hot lady was literally trying to seduce him. Not when Anita Fite was, for reasons beyond my imagination, naked for like half a volume of Young Justice. I got the recipes for that. And sure, I collected those because I was getting major aroace vibes from Bart, but... this post, right here, is not about headcanons. Because you can be allo without being an invasive creep and this post is about what a gross mischaracterization it is to make Bart an invasive creep.

Bart Allen would not try to violate Koriand’r and Raven’s privacy by pushing his way into the bathroom when they were trying to shower! That’s not even just ogling levels of creepy, that’s straight up predatory. And that is NOT Bart.

And that would be an awful mischaracterization as is, but to write this up during his funeral? Why would you try to do this very good boy this incredibly dirty? And why would you, as a writer, think that’s a ““cute”“ anecdote to come up with for his funeral???

This is messed up on multiple levels, I can’t even.

#Bart Allen #MY BOY DESERVES BETTER #Teen Titans Vol 3 #DC Comics

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I was watching the Pamela Anderson Documentary on Netflix and I have so much respect for her. And while watching there were some things she said that really reminded me of Koriand’r. Actually a lot of her personality reminded me of Kory tbh. But it was interesting to hear her say how after being SA from a young age she found freedom in posing nude for playboy. And like one conversation about all her divorces and about how she rather be in love for one moment then be miserable her whole life really stood out to me. Or when she said she went to court to talk about her stolen video and how she was basically told she had no right to her body because she posed nude all the time and was made to feel horrible about herself that she just dropped the case and wondered why so many grown men just hated her. Like if you watch it you’ll see how love for just people in general is so part of her and idk that really reminded me of Kory and inspired like how we wrote characters who are so open and opening show that being in love is brave. Idk I just wanted to share that thought with you

i will definitely try to watch that sometime! to see what she's had to be put through in the past year bc of the fictional hulu series is so awful and i can't imagine how much it compounds of trauma she's already suffered through at the hands of exploitative people. that's so heartwarming to hear though, it's always nice when someone is able to maintain their integrity and faith in spite of everything. it really does remind me of kory a lot! no matter what she goes through her commitment to love is always constant and guides her in whatever she does. it's such an admirable quality worth exploring in more detail

#outbox

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whalehouse1 · 1 year

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So I’m a sucker for mentor-mentee plots so Koriand’r is mentoring Jaime (YJ) and Kara is mentoring Bart (YJ). Because of how easy it is for people to talk to Kori, I can imagine Jaime telling her he’s developing feelings for Bart. Star decides to give him a makeover to boost his confidence. Meanwhile Bart and Kara are drinking slushies and going through their top ten hottest celebs lists.

#koriand’r #starfire #jaime reyes #blue beetle #bart allen #impulse #kara zor el #supergirl #I just really like his look more in YJ and the TT movie compared to the comics #and I think Kori would be a great trainer and confidant for him

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Introducing Koriand’r

THE BASICS;

NAME: Koriand’r

ALIAS(ES): Starfire, Kory, Kory Anders

AGE: Twenty-Six

PRONOUNS & GENDER: Female. She/Her

BIRTHDAY & ZODIAC: Doesn’t Know what would equate to a human birthday.

FACECLAIM: Kiana Lede

AESTHETICS: Leather Jackets and untamed hair. The smell of a warm summer day with just the right breeze. A smile that lights up the room and energy infectious enough to draw many in.

A DEEPER LOOK;

BACKGROUND: Kory was a member of the Teen Titans and is a current/founding member of The Outlaws, The Titans and a member of the Justice League Reserves

WEAPONS: She herself is a weapon with her Tamarean physiology.

POWERS/ABILITIES/SKILLS: She has superhuman strength, stamina and durability. The ability to fly and fire energy projections from herself. She also has linguistic assimilation which she can trigger with a touch.

GREATEST STRENGTH: Her heart. Kory believes in the betterment of those around her and that everyone is capable of good.

GREATEST WEAKNESS/FLAW: Her naivety. Kory can easily put herself in an impossible situation with her desire to believe in the good.

ONE FEAR: She would lose her friends.

ONE HOPE: That she can find a new type of inner peace on board this ship.

HEADCANON(S): Kory wears a necklace with charms inspired by Red Hood and Arsenal. A way to keep the outlaws close to her heart. They helped her re-find herself after her memories were taken from her. She also has a charm bracelet with charms representing the original members of her time in the Teen Titans. These two teams hold special places in Kory’s heart and she thinks fondly of all those involved. Kory often struggled with human culture, finding her own use of idioms and slang that doesn’t quite match with the times. Kory hoped that joining the Cambriaone would help her finally make peace with a life she feels like has spun out of complete control. Kory tends to cling to her naïve ways as her ways of coping with the horrors she endured in her life. It was better to believe in the good, then believe that all the bad happened to her for no other reason then just cruelty.

THE QUESTIONNAIRE;

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT BEING DROPPED INTO THE CAMBRIA PROGRAM? ARE THEY EXCITED? SUSPICIOUS? CONFUSED? She is excited

WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER HOPE TO SEE THE MOST DURING THE CAMBRIA ONE’S JOURNEY? : Worlds she would have never imagined exploring on her own.

IF YOUR CHARACTER COULD BRING ONE THING OR PERSON FROM HOME, WHAT WOULD IT BE? : This is tough. Kory has many friends she can’t imagine leaving completely behind. For her it would have to her brother Ryand’r. She’d want to show him a life past that of what their sister called ruling.

#Koriandr #cambria:intro

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I posted 218 times in 2022

That's 5 more posts than 2021!

82 posts created (38%)

136 posts reblogged (62%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 120 of my posts in 2022

Only 45% of my posts had no tags

#dickkory - 48 posts

#ww - 43 posts

#my fic - 41 posts

#dick grayson - 39 posts

#nightwing - 38 posts

#starfire - 37 posts

#koriand'r - 37 posts

#kory anders - 34 posts

#wandering worlds - 32 posts

#richard grayson - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 117 characters

#that one time i wrote about dick being so obsessed with kory that not even fucking babs was able to distract him lmao

My Top Posts in 2022:

DickKory | Core Four Centric | Cannon Divergence | Longfic

Summary:

Dick Grayson is dead. His life taken by his own brother. The Abel to Jason’s Cain. Consumed by grief, Rachel gives in to despair, losing control, a portal opens, but from it no destroyer of words come through. Instead a man who looks just like him, how can he be?

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*90's infomencial voice* Tired of Dick Grayson getting no character growth every season? Can stand the lack of development? The fact that we barely got any DickKory content since season one? I have just what you need! *normal voice* Okay, so in this fic Dick died, and Rachel pulled an alternative version of him from a dying universe, a version of him that will not take his family, Kory and his life for granted, he's not perfect, but he's doing his best.

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Chapter Fifteen – They shine

Dick held his breath in as much as he could stand, trying to keep Koriand’r’s perfume inside his lungs until they burned, desperate for air. Desperate for change just as the whole world – worlds? – thrived for.

It was only natural, going forward. He was the only fool wishing he could stop time and don’t progress over the moment she was so close and both of them could pretend it was their right to have each other. Her hand in his hand, her body against his body, the way she just trusted him and let him lead her across the dance floor. The way she gasped as the song took a faster tempo and he swirled her, her dress flaring like a blooming flower only for her to return to him, bringing that smile that took her entire face.

Or even, rewind time further behind. To the instant when he had the comforting warmth of her thigh brushing against his back, her soft voice generously offering factoids about her life in Tamaran, sadness almost successfully hidden, accenting the sweet of the moment. Her fingers danced in his hair and scalp while she braided and Dick found himself between the urge to restrain the bodily answer to something that shouldn’t feel as sensual as it felt or just melt like butter between her fingers. And if only he turned around, he would be able to hold her. Would she let him? Should she?

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He had barely noticed that her golden glow was real instead of part of the illusion of paradise. Not when everything else about her was already heavenly.

“Are you alright?”

Dick finally let new air in, massaging his chest, the last glint of Koriand’r’s golden glow was gone as she disappeared with Selina to somewhere outside.

“I’m fine.”

And when Dick finally managed to turn his eyes away from the doorway to Bruce, the old man had an uncharacteristic soft expression.

Dick let him wordlessly lead both of them to a secluded room, an office. Community Centre was of course, how Bruce was choosing to call what was a reformed manor his family had in Metropolis since before Bruce’s parents had been even born. Dick remembered coming there when he was a child once, but the place was old and uncomfortable. In the few times Bruce had taken him for a trip they had chosen to use a smaller apartment in the new part of the city instead of going through the trouble of staying at a house not currently being inhabited just to keep an illusion of grandeur. His memories of those trips were free from Gargoyles and rain and full of walks on the cobblestone sidewalks and indulging in ice-cream.

“I remember you have preference for flower based liqueur, but, I think, all I have to offer you is scotch,” said Bruce putting one glass on Dick’s hand after pouring two drinks from the bottle over the desk table.

Dick frowned, wondering what Bruce was referring to, and it took him a little long to realize that looking through old memories wouldn’t have the desired results, since the man in front of him, was little more than a stranger. And then... Oh. Flower liqueur... The Bitter Truth.

Oh...

“No need to make that face,” Bruce smirked. “I, for once, can say I didn’t see anything. Selina deleted all the recordings. You can thank her later.”

And with just that, instead of a stranger misplaced in wonderland, Dick was 16 years old again, being caught kissing Babs behind one of the awful medieval armours decorating Wayne Manor, one that squeaked every time they brushed against it.

“How are things with Miss Anders?”

Dick almost laughed bitterly at the question. It was that breakfast with Selina all over again. Maybe they had been total opposites once upon a time, right now, they seemed united in their complete disregard for tact and consistency.

“After telling me you didn’t want to see my face, you brought me all across the country to ask about that?”

“You can’t blame me for the way I reacted that day,” Dick just snorted at that, Bruce sighed and leaned behind, resting his weight on the desk. He looked older and frail, but in a healthy kind of way that Dick have never believed he was capable of reaching. Bruce’s face and figure were softer, like they belonged to a man that was getting enough sleep and being fed way more than coffee and protein shakes in the past few months. Another thing he’d have to thank Selina for.

“What you want from me, Bruce?” Dick finally asked.

“I want to tell a story,” and his voice sounded so soft and earnest that instead of snapping back something spicy, Dick just took a sip of the whiskey letting the burning sensation ground him.

“A few years ago, when my son left home, and I believe it was the same time you left too, our worlds apparently diverged after that... Well, there were a crisis, an universal one. You won’t remember, most people’s memories were erased, mine remained. But I want you understand that things were not going well. It was a helpless situation, really... And much of it was my fault. So, when you said that your universe unravelled because of actions parallel me partook in... Well,” Bruce stopped for a moment, his face forming micro-expressions as if he was adding internally to his point. Then, he sighed and drank his whiskey until the cup was dry.

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Wandering Worlds

DickKory | Core Four Centric | Cannon Divergence | Longfic

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*90's infomencial voice* Tired of Dick Grayson getting no character growth every season? Can't stand the lack of development? The fact that we barely got any DickKory content since season one? I have just what you need! *normal voice* Okay, so in this fic Dick died, and Rachel pulled an alternative version of him from a dying universe, a version of him that will not take his family, Kory and his life for granted, he's not perfect, but he's doing his best.

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Chapter Twenty – Like moonlight leaves with the dawn

Her back hit the soft pillows and Kory’s whimper was muffled by his relentless mouth, his hard strokes barely gave her any chance to think and that was exactly what she needed. Even though life had been more than easy, it had been better than she could have even been able to dream possible, still… Sometimes, she feared.

That morning, he woke her up with a frightened expression, telling her she had been screaming in Tamaranean. And, despite his continuous claims of speaking the language very little – which involuntarily already broke a little of their little fantasy since it was not her the one who taught him – he repeated concerning pieces of what she had said in her nightmare state with knowing ease.

“I dreamed that I called you because there was a Gordanian outside the tower, but you said that you couldn’t see any. But it was right there. You and the children wouldn’t believe me, and tried to show me there was nothing, I told you to stay by me, but you all left anyway. The Gordanian was there like I said and killed all of you.”

“Lover,” he called, so much care in those warm brown eyes, “that was just a dream.”

“I know... It’s silly, I know… Will you hold me anyway?”

One thing led to another and what began with him tenderly holding her after a nightmare became a serious fucking session, as she snuggled closer and her bottom became acquainted with his morning erection, an invite to a highway of pleasure leading to oblivion that she didn’t see any reason to decline. It took him no time to get hold of her intentions and slide his calloused hand over her hip, massaging its way across her tummy to her moistening cunt, helping it to get wetter with his careful playing.

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X’hal he was good at that! She could feel his warm, strong chest against her back, moving with her, his hot breath against her neck was almost too much, and never not enough. Kory reached behind, her mouth jealous of the open mouth kisses her shoulders were getting, but then his hand was gone from where she needed him the most to pull her hair aside, sucking the skin of the nape of her neck.

“Touch yourself,” he asked against her ear.

Kory gasped and turned her head back to look at him only to face indubious desire in his eyes. She let go of the piece of duvet she was holding for dear life to do as he pleaded hissing as her fingers touched her sensitive skin and pushing her butt firmer against his hard on. He helped by massaging her hip, pulling her underwear down as she worked.

“Look at me,” the ordered as she threatened to close her eyes in pleasure, mouth open agape as the sensation build. Eyes locked to her face, he alternated between rocking against her, spreading small kisses on her shoulders and stroking her round butt. “Koriand’r,” he warned as she blinked a little too long for his liking and as she didn’t obey because the pleasure was reaching breaking point, he slid one hand under her thigh, pushing her hand away while he lift her, rearranged her body on her bed, under him. Kory was so startled at the change that she let out a high pitched scream making him chuckle.

“What now?” she breathed.

He answered by rising to his knees and fucking her sideways, with hard steady strokes, his hands on each side of her body first and as he gained momentum, he grabbed her by the hip, guiding her movements as Kory’s arms flapped around trying to get something to prop herself up and follow his vicious rhythm. What she ended up finding was the end of his braid that she pulled making him moan and burry his cock deeper inside her in a tougher thrust.

“X-x-x’hal-“ her voice came out choppy and high pitched, harmonized by the thumping of their headboard against the wall.

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“What is it with the weird faces?” Kory asked as fixed the rear mirror as the kids settled on the backseat of her car.

“I wanna change rooms,” they both said at the same time making Kory turn around to look at them directly, both of them looking distressed and embarrassed.

“Why?” she asked puzzled and amused by their antics.

Rachel just rolled her eyes and put her headphones on, her cheeks were bright red, Kory turned her gaze to Gar then, he was a little greener than the usual.

“I don’t know about Rach…” that gained a betrayed look and a shove from his sister, but he continued without retaliation, “but I think you and Dick could use a little more… privacy.”

Kory winced. And then turned forward, picking her phone from the dashboard.

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WANDERING WORLDS

DickKory | Core Four Centric | Cannon Divergence | Longfic

Summary:

Dick Grayson is dead. His life taken by his own brother. The Abel to Jason’s Cain. Consumed by grief, Rachel gives in to despair, losing control, a portal opens, but from it no destroyer of words come through. Now Kory has to deal with the death of the man she loved and with this stranger that looks exactly like him, but isn’t.

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Part Tree – Star-Crossed

“It’s a sad song

It’s a sad tale, it’s a tragedy

It’s a sad song

But we sing it anyway”

- Hadestown

Chapter Eleven - The Other Side

Despite what Donna had said, when Dick got a call from Gotham, the person on the other side was not Bruce.

"How are you doing, kitten?"

His heart fluttered painfully the first time Selina called. He didn't exactly had been close with the woman from his own world. At least, not in the last decade.

Bruce and her were always on and off and that frustrated him as a teenager. It felt, sometimes, after his parents died, that love was something unreliable, and Bruce and Selina were the proof that he should always be weary of it. All his life he had tried to guard himself against its tricks, and never wanted to lose the ground under his feet like he had lost his parents. And the way he planned to manage that was to never become like Bruce. He’d never let anyone have the power Selina had over him.

When Bruce and Selina were together, and she was home, it was good, they were a family. It was almost normal. Bruce would change for the better, and Dick would get to be son instead of ward or apprentice. But when she was gone, and she’d always leave, it was like becoming and orphan again in a smaller dose, for Bruce would burry himself in his pain and forget about the boy upstairs hungry for love and attention.

No more movie nights, no board games, no meals together. Only lonely meals, and the endless cold depths of the cave.

The only way Dick would find to not be forgotten completely, was following his mentor into the dark, focusing in his own sorrows, training hard and sharpening his detective skills.

Partner was not as good as son, but was better than nothing.

For a moment with Kory and the kids he thought maybe, just maybe, whatever curse he was under had been broken. But now... Well, he’d seen how much people had hurt in consequence of his biased decisions, and the loss he was enduring because of those decisions had dimensions he couldn’t conceive now it was all said and done. After everything, what conclusion he could take? He didn’t have the faintest idea.

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When he picked the phone, the first time she called, Selina made small talk. To his bewilderment, she talked about pleasant nothings with an ease he could only dream of mimicking whenever he was trying to seduce someone. He came to the conclusion she was just as good at avoiding his questions as she was at avoiding the law.

Her voice felt familiar and cosy like in those mornings, oh, a life ago, when his Selina would take him out to eat breakfast at their favourite waffle house and let him eat as much empty calories as he wanted insted of the restrictive diet Bruce had him on. When he said something that made her laugh, that same husky laugh of his childhood, he tried, with little success, to not think about how he had thought he’d never be able to listen to that laugh again.

Although they haven’t talked since this world’s Dick Grayson’s funeral; like the woman who had tried to save a little of his childhood when nobody else seemed to think it was worth the effort; it felt like she could slide into his life as she was always there. Selina made it feel like it was only a call in a string of calls she made all the time instead of a never before occurrence. And, when they shared their goodbyes, he had almost forgotten that, in another life, he had seen footage of her dying by the hands of the one she loved the most.

Her calls became recurrent, sometimes he’d think to have heard Bruce’s voice, and in other times the way she phrased some questions felt like it was Bruce testing him through her. It hurt a little, but also it was nice to think, that, in that world, she finally stayed.

October took San Francisco first by rain, like on the day of the gordanian attack and then by the explosion of high-saturated colours of the fallen leaves, and green seen to had disappeared other than in Kory’s eyes. Donna, always impatient with the idea of staying inside too much, suggested they had a morning training session by the Lake Merced. Told them there was a secluded clearing that would be safe enough for them to use.

Gar and Rachel showed exactly opposite reactions expected in normal circumstances. Rachel, who hated socializing, sunlight and the wilderness, was excited by the idea of doing something normal, and even approached Dick with a long list of requests for a picnic that she didn’t even bother to ask for permission to plan. Gar, on other hand, stiffed his shoulders and jaw when Donna brought the proposal to their dinner table. He pushed his plate away after a while, clearly not wanting to make a scene, but too uncomfortable to keep eating. Kory followed him when he left the table after dessert – that he also didn’t touch despite being one of his favourites – and Dick saw them talking in hushed tones behind a corridor.

“He’s worried it’s not safe for him to train outside,” offered Rachel, she was sitting on the counter, pretending she was drying a plate for the past five minutes. She had started doing that after the beach incident, just finding excuses to be in his company. Was she afraid he’d reveal to be an enemy? Some twisted killer Dick Grayson? Or his display of violence represented to her how willing he was to protect them? How does one ask something like that to a fourteen years old girl?

“You should talk to him,” Dick said.

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WANDERING WORLDS

DickKory | Core Four Centric | Cannon Divergence | Longfic

Summary:

Dick Grayson is dead. His life taken by his own brother. The Abel to Jason’s Cain. Consumed by grief, Rachel gives in to despair, losing control, a portal opens, but from it no destroyer of words come through. Now Kory has to deal with the death of the man she loved and with this stranger that looks exactly like him, but isn’t.

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Chapter Ten – Absence makes the heart grow fragile

After Bruce left in his private jet, Kory watched, tears in her eyes making the night-lights intertwine in a bundle of melancholic neon glow. Would she ever take the skies again? Had her fingertips ever really been able reach the stars? Or had that been in another life? To another person?

With her feet heavily grounded on the cement floor of the Titans tower’s rooftop harbour, it was hard to believe she had been anything other than Kory Anders, Earthbound, Powerless, and Commoner.

The sea wind whipped her curls against her face and she welcomed the slight discomfort, it was something else to feel, other than the hungry grief consuming her soul. Her mother, her father, Faddei, Donna… Who would be next? Whom would she fail next? Whose hand would slip from hers and fall in the deep pit of her uselessness?

“You staying?”

She let out a choking laugh at the question, her face falling on her hands. Now that they were alone again, it was hard to keep her back straight. She barely knew the man, and he, he didn’t know her at all, yet, a look, a question, and he could build her up or tear her down, and he didn’t even realise it!

He walked towards her, beloved and familiar, the worry for her that he wore on his face somehow made him even more handsome. Warm hands slid from her chilly forearms to her shaky shoulders.

“Hey, Kor… It’s alright,” but it wasn’t all right, wasn’t it?

She just threw her arms around his neck, letting his body harbour hers, wishing and praying that she’d never have to let go, but knowing it simply wasn’t possible.

“Talk to me…” warm velvety lips against her ear asked. “Please?”

Kory just sobbed and held him tightly. He hummed, the vibrations from his chest spreading through her body like the more delicate of the massages.

“Do I have to go get the tequila bottle?”

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A watery laugh crawled from the depths of her gut and she pushed him, but instead of letting go, Dick’s arms fell to her hips, as if they belong there.

He just watched her, as she took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself, his gaze so fervent against her skin that she could almost believe it could replace the sun, charging her up, making her powerful again.

“I’m fine…” Kory finally said, voice low and croaky from the crying, her hands now on his chest, a little ploy to feel the tuh-dum of his heart, reassuring, reliable. “It’s just…

“I know.”

She let her hands fall then, and took a step back, he looked hurt at that. Not unlike when he thought she was leaving him just like his friends had. Kory shivered at the loss of her twin suns, and hugged herself.

“You don’t.”

He frowned, in that deeply concerned expression again. Maybe, she wouldn’t put up with his obsessive paranoia, if he didn’t look so handsome at it.

“This isn’t about Donna, is it?” Kory took another deep breath and bit her lower lip, she looked away nervously and now she was too distant from the harbouring protection of his body, the wind blew hair at her face again, but this time, she promptly pushed it back to behind her ear. “Is it about those loose threads?”

She had to smile at that, even if only a little bit.

“You remember?”

He just gave her a deadpan look and crossed his arms.

But as she didn’t continue, he tried again. “Can you explain it now?”

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My #1 post of 2022

Right there.

With her hands holding his face above her, his weight blanketing her, and the soft reliable thrusts between her legs, so slowly. She knows he's restraining himself to make it last forever, and still he smiles. Kisses her thumb as she traces the curve of his lips, grabs her thigh, urging her to hook it against his hips.

Kory's own smile breaks into a moan when the new angle makes his pubic bone brush against her clit deliciously.

The hand on her thigh leaves to catch the one on his face, giving her palm sloppy kisses in the same cadence that he keeps fucking her oh so slowly against the floor.

Usually they are rough and hard against each other, usually, she's the one taking charge, and making love is almost a competition.

Not today.

Today it is sweet like the kisses running down her wrist, and arm. Sweet like the giggle that escapes her lips when he blows raspberry inside her elbow, brown eyes twinkling, enamoured with her reaction.

Today, they pretend they are young, that this is first love, because it feels like nothing before can compare. Nothing before was real enough.

And when orgasm finally spreads through Kory's body, it's built up for so long that hurts. Her body convulsions and he holds her kindly, still thrusting slightly until one of her powerful contractions pulls him over the edge with her.

When all stars dissolve, and he's able to open his eyes again, Dick's on his side, head pillowed on her arm, as she traces the lines of his face with the tip of her nail. He shivers, pull her closer, hating that he has to break contact with her smiling eyes to hug her.

Kory is putty and complacent in his arms afterglow. And the soft cadence of his breathing against her ear lulls her to sleep.

The Earth stop moving, the world so still, the sun dies, neither of them notice.

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alicepooryorick · 1 year

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I read a fic recently that kind of hinted on what your other post was about. Basically Barbara and Jason meet again at Bruce’s wedding to Talia and they unexpectedly find love with each other. Dick is Barbara’s ex and ends up with Koriand’r and all the DC characters are invited to his wedding. It was a no capes AU but it was some of the most imaginative good writing I read in a long time.

Which post, out of curiosity? BC I honestly have kinda (already) fallen out of favouring Jason X Babs as like, a romantic thing. It's the same issue I had with Dick X Babs and like any main canon Harry Potter ship where it just feels to insest-y. Though I still love their dynamics.

My manifesto of their relationship has become this amazing post here:

https://at.tumblr.com/asongofstarkandtargaryen/696701270278504448/qmt0heoz5kpi

If you want A) proof I have no media literacy. And B) an album that could be interpreted as a Jason Todd story, may I recommend "Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge" by MCR?

For ship dynamic tho, BC I still kinda guilty pleasure the idea of BabsXJason, the song "Nikki" by forever the Sickest Kids is great.

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jaykorianddickkoriforlife · 2 years

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Kori: Hey Jason, I have a question for you.

Jason: Yeah?

Kori: So you know how you're always going off about how much you don't give a fuck, and how you live your life doing whatever the fuck you want with no regard to anyone else since you have anger-

Jason: Umm...

Kori: issues, and everything which is totally understandable, and you act so cocky 24/7, and nonchalant as if you don't become possessive of whoever you get close-

Jason: What the fuck?

Kori: To like an angry kitten, and you're always going on about how independent you are, and that you don't need anyone-

Jason: ...

Kori: even though you're straight up living in lala land if you really do believe that, but yet you still give off that whole bold attitude?

Jason: Uh-

Kori: Which is why I don't understand how you walk around telling everyone that, and yet you still haven't gotten the balls to ask me out on a date?

Jason: ...

Kori: I mean you're already so possessive even though we're not even dating like you throw little fits every time you think I'm off to go be with someone else, or every time you think I'm going to drop you for some unknown reason, so what's the hold up because I've been waiting for a while, and I'm losing my patience, so get it together.

Jason: ...

Kori: Yeah, so Imma leave you to think it over okay? I'm gonna go get some pizza, and when I come back, you better have a fucking answer.

Jason: ...

Kori: *walks out*

Jason: ... Holy shit.

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cybervigilante · 1 year

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her elation feels like a tender apotheosis, as if her explosive jubilation were to continue, it would exalt her to the same celestial planes of her most venerated X’Hal. the sight of Donna safe will never feel less to Koriand’r than the pinnacle of joy, of the all-consuming glee to be graced with the sight of a redemptive, compassionate love shrouded in the guise of a dark haired woman with the likeness of stars gleaming along the undulations of her hair. they run to each other like the world hasn’t been burning, like the grime of war was not sullying Koriand’r’s lovely features and the solar flare of her skin did not ache with the pain of lesions and pure exertion. yet what did a collection of wounds matter when Donna was safe, when she was hers, when their arms twine like the dance of songbirds on the cusp of spring ?

Koriand’r holds her tight, at first, in her excitement. her excess is quelled as she feels Donna wince, softening accordingly to accomodate her lover’s exhaustion. “ Donna ... ! X’Hal’s breath, you are alive ! “ Koriand’r gasps out the proclamation of her existence like a hymn, her breathing pattern like the wrack of sobs expelling the agony of sweet triumph. her hands, still warm but not scorching from the use of her powers, traverse up across her back and against the side of her neck to reach a gentle cradle of her face. she prompts Donna to tilt up. there’s only a moment spared to gaze adoringly into her eyes, shaky pupils wide with adrenaline and a sincere reflection of their shared affection, before Koriand’r breaches the gap between their bodies and hearts with a graceful crane of her neck downwards.

the kiss with @troiyas is bliss incarnate. the act itself, to feel the joining of their mouths, was so routinary now and yet this instance felt unlike any other. it was a happy kiss, the happiest Koriand’r could ever have imagined having. it held both the rapture inherent of life itself, of realizing the worst was behind them and they had overcome, as it did the uninhibited pleasure of resting safely in the arms of your beloved.

there could be no true happiness in a world without Donna, not for Koriand’r who embodied passion and an expression of emotions untethered to earthly measures of propriety and restraint. thus, she rejoices in having her, tremorous yet whole, alive in the midst of a kiss neverending.

#troiyas #˗ˏˋ ⋆ koriand’r / ⅠⅠ . i’m still breathing #DO NOT SPEAK TO ME RIGHT NOW I AM ASCENDING #another win for the gays #˗ˏˋ ⋆ all alone in a corner of the night‚ fell in love with another burning bright . troiyas / donnakory #brb making you a tag for all our ships

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your-regular-toast-enjoyer · 1 year

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Yandere Dick Grayson headcanons/Yandere Nightwing headcanons

Dick Grayson x reader. Yandere!Dick Grayson x reader/ Yandere Dick Grayson x Reader

Nightwing x reader. Yandere!Nightwing x reader/ Yandere Nightwing x Reader

Word count: 3236 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, kidnapping, toxic family relations, obsession, manipulation.

I’m imagining that the two of you met each other when you were young. Maybe you were a part of Teen Titans or Young Justice. Let’s say that you were someone’s sidekick. It doesn’t matter whose, as long as it isn’t Batman’s.

At first, he wouldn’t notice you much, he was too interested in Starfire, Koriand’r. And he already had a best friend in the form of Kid Flash, Wally West.

You were likely not the team’s best fighter, not the worst either, just an average, middle-of-the-road hero sidekick, who followed your leader’s orders and got your job done with minimal obstacles. Perhaps you were also a bit of a lone wolf, doing most of your missions alone or with one specific teammate who’s your best friend on the team… Your version of a Wally, if you will… This would certainly keep your true skills and personality hidden from Dick longer.

For years, you were just another teammate to Dick. His friend? Certainly! But nothing more…

Then one day, during an incredibly dangerous mission, luck isn’t on the team’s side. You’re all hunched together behind a large object within some rogue’s lair, and Dick is trying to find any possible solution that will get you all out of there safely, all plans of completing the mission abandoned.

The whole team is focused on Dick, waiting patiently for his verdict. All, except you. You’ve spotted some weak spot or opening, which, (while risky), could bring this nightmare to a close for all of your teammates. You know that you’ll be putting yourself in a high-risk situation, that there’s a near-certain likelihood that you’ll get hurt and a chance of death which isn’t too far behind in terms of possibility. That’s exactly why you don’t mention your plans to anyone before setting them into motion. It’s irresponsible, but you see no other way out.

Jumping straight into the action, no one notices your disappearance until your opponent howls in excruciating pain. The entire team turns to you exploiting the enemy’s weakness to your advantage. They’re amazed, you’re getting attacks through to the foe they thought untouchable, well… You were… until your plan backfired spectacularly.

The enemy gets one good hit in, and you’re on the ground, wheezing for air. Strange bulges on the sides of your costume clearly show how your ribs have cracked apart like sticks under a soldier’s boot. The team isn’t necessarily able to concern themselves with you right at that moment though as Dick orders them all to attack immediately. He then enlists the help of whichever other team member you’re closest to, to drag you back to your previous hiding spot. Making sure that you cannot be further harmed, as he then joins in on the fight.

It isn’t until you’re laying passed out in a hospital bed, multiple surgeries having been done on your broken ribcage and ruptured spleen, that Dick cracks. He yells at your teammates to leave the room if they’ve come to visit you. “They need rest! Are you blind?! I can’t have all of you running in and out, disturbing their healing process!” The others relent, he’s got a point after all. Besides, what is the point of visiting you when you haven’t even woken up from the surgeries yet?

Only when Dick is sure that no one is there to see him does he break down. It starts with small droplets of salty tears collecting in his eyes, but as they start to roll further and collect in the bottom of his domino mask, he rips the thing off violently. Dick realises that this might be one of the first times where he has been around you without his mask. He usually keeps it on whenever he’s talking about missions… and he now recognises that’s pretty much all you two talk about. It makes him feel worse. He was so close to pretty much everyone in the team… everyone except you. What type of leader makes such a mistake? He’s supposed to be someone you can trust and talk to… Well, your previous stunt proves to him that you felt like you could do neither, and now you’re lying here, unconscious and brutally hurt… All because of Dick’s neglect. He vows to make it up to you.

He sits by your side for hours, holding your hand gently, until you wake up. “What were you thinking?” It comes out harsher than Dick intended it to, but he’s just frustrated at himself, he genuinely wanted to know what had been going through your head at that moment. Had you done it for the good of the team? To accomplish the mission? To punish him for his accidental negligence? Well! You’ve certainly done all three!

You answer all his questions curtly, which is to be expected and almost impressive… You just woke up from multiple extensive surgeries, (for which you were sedated), most others would be rambling at this point.

It is after this event that Dick starts to keep constant tabs on you…Stalking you, if you will… He feels as if he needs to constantly know where you are, what you are doing, and who you are with. He feels that if he doesn’t know all these things constantly, then you are probably in danger. I mean, look what happened to you the last time Dick didn’t know where you were!

You might start to notice how Dick will cling to your side the moment you enter one of the common areas. He’ll obsessively try to get to know you. Questions like, “What’s your favourite colour?”, “Who’s your favourite band?”, “Do you prefer apples or pears?”; “Vanilla or chocolate?”, “Cats or dogs?”, and so on, will be slung at you with impressive speed. It feels like he’s collecting information for some type of database…(which he might be)… and it will slowly start to make you uncomfortable.

Your discomfort at Dick’s interrogation-like behaviour might make you slowly go less and less out into the common areas, hoping to escape his company.

You not coming out into the common area as often doesn’t sit right with Dick though. He gets anxious and starts to think that you’re distancing yourself from the entire team. That thought in turn leads to him thinking that you’re planning on quitting the team because of your accident, returning back to your mentor’s side as a sidekick once again.

Dick refuses to let that happen. He’ll put you on so many missions and patrols with him that you barely have time to do much else. You’ll start to miss your best friend from the team. You two used to do all your patrols together. However, now that you and Dick are always together, they have to go out on patrols with Koriand’r or Wally. It’s like a patrol partner shift, and you much preferred your old one.

One day you might confront Dick about his recent behaviour change and he panics. “What do you mean?! Are you saying that you don’t like my company?! I’m just trying to get to know you better! We never hung out before! Do you not like me or something?! Why are you complaining about hanging out with me?!” He looks so hurt that it’s hard for you to voice your concerns. It’s worse than a kicked puppy, this is a puppy that has been beaten with a bat. His look of betrayal is so intense that you slowly back off.

If you are someone who has a hard time seeing others hurting, you might ask him if he’s okay. What’s going on in his life? Does he wanna talk about it? If you do that, he’ll probably break down. He won’t be crying, Dick was after all raised by the Batman, but he might hug you close to him and explain how scared he was after your accident. How he truly thought he lost you. His speech will be so earnest that you’ll practically be unable to reprimand his behaviour change. I mean, how could you? Especially when your team leader has laid out his bleeding heart for you.

The truth is… Dick’s outburst was entirely fabricated. Does it mirror exactly how he feels? Yes. However, Dick uses his vulnerability as a weapon for manipulation. Oh! How could you treat him like that? He just wants to help! … Yeah, help himself alleviate this building sense of butterflies that is eating away at his stomach.

Dick is a manipulative little…not so little… shite. He will make you feel responsible for all of his negative emotions if you try to distance yourself from him. On the other hand, he’ll protect you from anything and everything… But boy does he make you aware that he’s going out of his way every. Single. Day. just to protect you from harm.

Your relationship with the other teammates will slowly deteriorate as Dick doesn’t feel he can trust them with you, keeping you away from them. Even your best friend. Dick himself will keep up appearances and keep them all close to him. He needs them to like him so that they won’t pose a threat to you.

Dick slowly realises while in the midst of his protective services that he doesn’t just see you as a vulnerable teammate anymore. He’s gained a massive crush on you. Your eyes are like diamonds to him and your voice is music to his ears. When you look at him, a strange pain in his lower abdomen emerges. He likes it. But you won’t.

When Dick realises his feelings, his behaviour will crank up to eleven. He doesn’t even consider that you might not like him. “That’s imperative”, he thinks. Dick is good-looking, he always has been, and people have always praised him for it. He has had multiple girlfriends and people who were willing to throw themselves at his feet for just a kiss. How could you not like him? Everyone else has always made him an object of desire… Whether he wanted to be or not. Well, this time he does.

Dick wants you to be just as crazy for him as he is for you. All the missions you go on will be with him alone. Your patrols with Dick will slowly start to turn into half date/half patrol, as he will flirt with you throughout the entire thing. Even when the two of you are fighting rogues, (which would pose a challenge, if he wasn’t as good of a fighter as he is, and as naturally charismatic as he can be).

Whether you’re reciprocating his flirtatious behaviour or not doesn’t matter. If you do, he’ll be over the moon, ready to go to the nearest jeweller and buy a ring to propose with. If you don’t, he’ll just see you as shy. That’s okay, it’s cute!

Whatever your reaction to his flirting is, he’ll invite you to a family dinner with Bruce, Alfred and maybe Jason/Tim, (if you guys are in Young Justice and Dick has already picked up the mantle of Nightwing).

Whether or not you want to go to the dinner. You’ll be made acutely aware by Dick that it’s really not your choice. It’s his. Now, this might’ve signalled that something was off, but at this point, you’re all too used to this treatment.

When you’re sitting in Wayne manor at a long dinner table, wearing either an uncomfortably tight dress or a navy blue suit, (to match Dick’s), you notice how tense the air is, a knife wouldn’t even be able to cut it, you’d need a chainsaw.

Dick had chosen and bought your outfit, he would never make you pay for anything. Still, the formality of it all is suffocating. As far as you are aware, you had simply come here as Dick’s friend. An extra person for him to chat with so he didn’t become bored. Wally had been here a bunch of times when they were younger, you remembered the two of them always taking off together, whenever they took time off.

Dick is finicky. Bruce’s cold stare penetrates you. Alfred seems nice but ultimately holds quiet. If either Tim or Jason is there, they’ll simply let their eyes wander from their brother to you, then back again.

You might try to alleviate the tensions by saying something like, “It’s nice to meet you all” or “It’s a pleasure to finally meet Dick’s family for the first time”. You might try to crack a joke, which only Dick will chuckle at. No matter what you do, you’ll simply receive a nod from Bruce, a smile from Alfred or a questioning look from the younger brother.

When the food is served, you’ll occupy yourself with that. If you have long hair, you’ll suddenly feel Dick take a piece of it and move behind your ear, while you’re trying to take a bite. If you don’t, Dick might wipe away some invisible food from the corner of your mouth. “I love you”, he suddenly mutters.

You stand still, taking in what Dick just said. You might try to play it off with a, “Yeah, you too, dude. You’re a great friend”. But Dick isn’t having it. He’ll be bolder in his confession. “I am in love with you”. Everyone at the table is now looking at you two. You realise why Dick brought you here. He wanted to put you on the spot so you couldn’t refuse. Manipulative as ever.

If you say that you reciprocate his feelings. Then the tension in the room suddenly dissipates. Bruce starts to indulge you in his dry humour. Alfred starts to act like the grandfather that everyone has always dreamed of, with old stories galore and soft jabs at the men in the family. Jason/Tim starts to share embarrassing stories of Dick. “Oh! Did you know that Dick once tried to make a summersault while hanging from the chandelier and then, when the thing swung too much, he was thrown through a window… Still landed the summersault though!” You’ll have a great evening, finally enjoying Alfred’s excellent cooking properly. Dick will be overjoyed and he’ll kiss you deeply multiple times throughout the night. You’ll properly end up sharing his bed in his old bedroom… Make of that what you will…

However, if you refuse his feelings. Saying that you do not reciprocate… Well, Dick will stand still for a second. They all will. Then Dick’s face will turn cold. Colder than you have ever seen it. “Did I say you had a choice in the matter?” Dick will tackle you to the ground, and wrestle with you until he finally has you in a joint lock. You might try to call out for the others to help you, but Alfred will have guided Dick’s younger brother back to his bed and Bruce is willing to do anything for his oldest son… even ignoring him kidnapping a teammate. Bruce will slowly retire to the Batcave, getting ready for patrol, as Dick forces his lips on yours, demanding that you either start loving him back or at least pretend to do so.

As opposed to someone like adult Damian, Dick doesn’t care if you actually love him. He’d prefer you to do so, obviously. But to him, the most important thing is that he can play make-believe and that the two of you act like a loving couple. He doesn’t believe it to be a punishment to be with him, even if you don’t love him. He’s objectively handsome and he knows it, everyone else has always bowed down to him based on his looks and charisma, and he will make sure that you’re no different.

If you refuse his declaration of love, he’ll tie you up in his old childhood bedroom. He’ll quit your team on both of your behalfs, naming Aqualad as the new leader. From then on, he’ll fight by Bruce’s side as Nightwing, his way of paying back his father for seeing through his fingers with Dick’s crimes. When he’s not doing vigilante work, he’ll be right by your side. Caressing and loving you. Making you break to his will. And if your previous mentor has anything to say, Bruce will reassure them that something traumatic happened to you. That your best friend and boyfriend, Dick, is simply taking care of you until you’re feeling better. Since it’s Bruce, the Batman, telling them this, they won’t second guess it. He’s justice, after all.

Whether you reciprocated or not. Dick would probably find it safer for the two of you to stay in Wayne manor. Even if you did reciprocate his feelings, he’ll make both of you quit the team and move in with Bruce.

When Dick judges that he can trust you enough, he’ll let you roam throughout the entire manor. Not outside though, Gotham is a dangerous city. The only safe place is within the manor’s walls since it’s so well-protected.

Bruce would enjoy having his oldest son back and he would partially credit this to you. He’d treat you relatively nicely. If there’s a hobby you really enjoy, Bruce might give you the go-ahead to just take one of the rooms in the manor and convert it into whatever you like, a gamer room? An atelier? Whatever you want it to be, go for it!

Alfred would be kind to you as well. If you’re stuck there against your will, he will feel immense guilt. But he is bound to follow Bruce’s orders and has no choice but to cooperate. He’ll always be there for you to talk and vent your frustrations to, though. He’ll even bake you his famous chocolate-chip biscuits if you want them.

If it’s Jason who’s in the house at the time, I can see him trying to connect with you tentatively by asking you to read Jane Austen to him or go to you when he needs to get patched up.

If it’s Tim, he might ask you about your time on the Teen Titans/Young Justice team, he’ll be in total awe, and might even get you to help him with homework, (even if he could’ve easily done it himself).

Whichever brother it might be, Dick will allow you to spar with them. He’d like for your fighting skills to stay well-tuned, in case you’ll ever need to defend yourself. You’ll never be better at fighting than Dick though, he’s trained since he was a pre-teen and his mentor was Batman… There’s no beating that.

In short. Dick will keep you forever. He’ll be obsessive and protective, nothing will come between your love, not even you. He’ll use his father’s unconditional love for his eldest son to his advantage, and he’ll manipulate you every which way fits him. He’ll build a family with you, whether you want to settle down or not, and not once regret any of it. If you fight his love, he’ll have no sympathy. Dick is confident, he’s been treated as an object of eros by the press and most others outside his family since he was a teen, all because of his agreeable personality and striking looks. It warped his perception of self massively. He doesn’t understand that there could ever be anyone who doesn’t want him. So, to be extra concise. If you gain him as a yandere, you’re royally screwed.

#yandere dick grayson #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #yandere nightwing #nightwing x reader #yandere dick grayson x reader #yandere nightwing x reader

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