#richard grayson drabble

[adddddiiii]

Thinking about sleepy Dick Grayson...

The warmth of his arms wrapped around you felt like home, the kind of safety you never thought you'd find in a person.

His chest pressed against your back as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his breath soft and even against your skin.

"You're so warm," he murmured sleepily, his voice muffled by your hair.

You chuckled quietly and wiggled a little to adjust your position. His grip instantly tightened.

"Nope. This is a no-escape zone."

"Oh, is that right?" You turned your head just enough to catch his lopsided grin.

"Mm-hmm."

You couldn't help but smile and lean back into him. His legs tangled with yours, locking you both into a cozy pretzel of limbs.

"Goodnight, pretty."

[fromdove]

“you’re bleeding on my bath mat.”

“technically,” dick says, biting back a wince, “we bought that bath mat.”

you glare at him. he’s sitting shirtless on the closed toilet lid like it’s a throne, hair damp with sweat and blood, black suit unzipped and pooling around his waist. his lip is split, knuckles scraped, and he’s got the nerve to be smiling.

“that doesn’t make it better.”

“no, but it makes it ours.”

you mutter something unflattering under your breath as you kneel beside him with the first-aid kit. “what happened?”

“some guy had a knife.”

“and you didn’t?”

“i had... optimism.”

“idiot,” you sigh, tilting his face toward the light. the cut on his cheekbone is shallow but angry. he winces anyway. you try not to think about how pretty he still looks like this, bloodied and cocky, grinning like he won a prizefight instead of nearly getting gutted in an alley.

“you worry too much,” he murmurs.

“you bleed too much.”

“fair point.”

he stays still as you clean the wound, but his eyes never leave your face. there’s a softness there that doesn’t match the bruises. like he’s memorizing your every frown. every sigh.

“you gonna kiss it better?” he asks, voice low and teasing.

“i’m gonna disinfect it,” you reply, deadpan. “if you’re lucky.”

he groans when the antiseptic hits, the sound dramatic enough to make you pause.

“you’re the worst nurse,” he complains, slouching dramatically. “i came here for comfort.”

“you came here for sympathy and post-fight cuddles.”

“and pancakes.”

“you’re not getting pancakes.”

“...you’re so mean to me.”

you set the bottle down and look at him. his lashes are dark and damp, his lip swollen, cheekbone starting to swell. and still—he looks at you like you’re gravity.

“you’re lucky i like you,” you say, softening despite yourself.

“you love me.”

you lean in, slow and careful, and kiss the corner of his mouth—right where it doesn’t hurt. he exhales against your lips like he’s been holding his breath since he climbed through your window. your hands find his jaw, cradling him gently. his own fingers twitch like he wants to touch you back, but he doesn’t move.

“you’re bleeding on me,” you whisper when you pull back.

“technically,” dick grins, lips brushing yours again, “we’re even now.”

and then he kisses you properly—bruised mouth and all.

[axstoria]

Bruce Wayne kisses like you're the last thread of sanity holding him to this world. He'll cradle your face in his hands, lips making long, languidly slow movements over your own. By the end of it, you're pushed against some kind of furniture and panting, while he's already leaving to pull on his cowl. It hurts to see him go, yet you know that he'll be home again to kiss you senseless until the world makes sense.

Richard Grayson kisses like he'll be dead tomorrow. Little pecks along your cheek, forehead, neck—anywhere he can get those plush lips on. He'll kiss you until you're both breathless, chests heaving and faces flushed. He'll love you until the day he dies, and he makes sure that you know that. Every day, he spends like it's his last, and every day, he makes sure to give you so many kisses, you're drowning in his love.

Jason Todd kisses like he doesn't know how. Sure, he's had a few hookups, especially during his early days as Red Hood, but he's never kissed a person like you. He loves you, it's as simple as that. With others, he is rough and fast, not knowing how to slow down and just enjoy the presence of the person beneath him. With you, all he can do is be gentle, because you're the only person who has stayed and loved him as the broken man he is.

Tim Drake kisses you like he's trying to study you. He'll nip at your neck and jaw just to see how you react, just to grin to himself as he observes the way you melt into him when his lips meet yours. He'll let his hands wander to see what makes you relax, what makes your lips stutter against his. He enjoys every interaction like you are his subject and he is the scientist. He needs to know everything. Knowledge calls for him in his blood, and you, his love, are the doorway to it.

AgedUp!Damian Wayne kisses expensively. He starts at your jaw, making soft motions towards your lips until he finally claims them with his own. His wide hands hold you in place by the waist and his dark hair tickles your skin. He'll take his time, loving on you the way you deserve. He knows just how to kiss you like he knows just how to kill a man. He kisses soft and slow, because why would he have to rush? He has his beloved in his arms, whispering his name against his lips; what more could he want?

[ahfrickenfrick]

everyone who knows dick personally knows he is very smart, analytical, and geeky

however the news outlets have been spouting off ‘richie wayne’ ever since dick was taken in as bruce’s ward, and tend to write him as the ‘dumb hot��� stereotype

one night talk show gets dick onto it, under the premise that the money from that show would be going to charity, they put him up against random college students about topics they are majoring in

everyone expects dick to flirt or joke his way through the questions, so when he starts buzzing in first and answering correctly, they eventually question him

and with a shrug he says, “grew up traveling around the world, was vice president to the mathletes club that took nationals in high school at 14, and was actually in training to take up either a head aspect or a tech aspect of wayne enterprises; had to do classes and work for that, my best friend and i played video games and coded our own, also social media is easy to keep up with with my siblings and such” he finishes with a dismissive wave and smile, quickly running through the subjects that he was quizzed on

it quickly goes viral, and dick left that studio with a lighter chest and a bright smile

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

“you’d fuck me?” roommate! dick asked one night after you lightly brought it up, tossing it around in the air like it was nothing.

you shrugged, smiling softly.

“who wouldn’t?”

he smirked, looking away- before meeting your eyes again. “you mean it?”

“hell yeah dickie.”

a pause on both ends, from either side of the couch.

“wanna see what it’s like? to have sex with me?” you asked, voice light and airy- as if you were asking him if he wanted to do something friendly together like bake a pie.

“if you’d let me. id fuck your brains out. till you can’t walk, move or think.”

“try me grayson”

[soulsforsales]

I read somewhere that Dick and Bruce have a "daddy issues" relationship while Jason and Bruce have a "mommy issues" relationship but I actually think it's the other way around

Because Dick loves Bruce more than he would ever hate him and no matter how far away they go they always find their way back to each other somehow and at the same time, it doesn't matter how Dick doesn't want to be "The Batman", they have the mother-daughter "You're all I ever will be and I am all you could've been" dynamic

While Jason and Bruce's relationship is filled with disappointment. Loads and loads and shitloads of disappointment from both sides. Over and over again. And no matter how much Jason pretends to hate Bruce a part of him will always, always love him even if he hates himself for it even if maybe, Bruce doesn't deserve it and despite everything Bruce will see the worst parts of him every time he looks at Jason and if that doesn't represent "daddy issues" idk what will

[to6ge]

—THINGS THEY DO ON YOUR PERIOD !

౨ৎ batboys x f!reader ( seperated , excl Bruce ) ౨ৎ wc . 454 ౨ৎ cw . non proofread, none. ౨ৎ gwen's note . its 2:57 am but I feel motivated to write so I decided to do a quick drabble ^^ also so sorry to the tim stans I didn't really know what to write for him...

Richard knows quite a lot about periods since he had a lot of experience with women. He would constantly check up on you and ask you if you needed anything. He’s very reliable. You could ask him to run to the nearest convenience store to buy you some pads, and just like that— he's returning with the pads AND ice cream, chocolate or anything that he knows you crave for frequently. He is also very persistent for you to drink painkillers or medicine if you have cramps.

He would always be there when you need him, and always willing to do anything.

Poor baby is quite confused— but Jason's trying. He tries his best not to get frustrated with you when you start complaining about something, or being overly dramatic. ( however, in some cases, he thinks that you're cute when you complain, whine or overreact. ). If you asked him to buy you pads, he would probably buy the wrong size, but he tries his best. He lowkey feels extremely guilty if he did something to upset you by the slightest bit when you're in the time of your month. Whenever he sees you in pain— he completely crumbles. He doesn't know what to do, or what to say. So he just rushes you to a couch, bed, anywhere you could rest in and forces you to drink medicine.

Not only that, but he forces you to rest until you feel okay. Even if you still need to cook for dinner, or anything like that. 

You didn’t even need to ask for anything. Tim noticed the signs before you did—the way you craved certain snacks, the slight change in your mood, the way you held your stomach. Discreetly, he stocked up on pads, your favorite snacks, and anything else he thought you might need, even grabbing a heating pad just in case.

When you told him, “I’m on my period,” his face would light up immediately. With the proudest smile, he handed you a bag of everything he prepared previously. “Here, I bought these for you.”

If Jason was confused, then Damian was absolutely clueless. He’s the type of person who completely forgot that women have period. Unfortunately, he’s very unreliable but he tries. If it was the first time you had your period in your relationship with him, he’d be all over the place. “What's your..uh……size?” He’d text you when you asked him to buy pads for you. He’s worried, but he doesn't know how to express it properly. But eventually, he started remembering the things you wanted— like the snacks you frequently asked for, the sizes you wanted according to the days, whether you wanted the pads with wings or not. 

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[vacate-et-scire]

Thinking about !Boyfriend Dick Grayson who takes selfies of you when you're sleeping and keeps them in a folder on his phone because he loves to tease you about your 'sleeping face'.

Thinking about !Boyfriend Dick Grayson who will just squish your cheeks with his big hands to see your 'grumpy face' because it makes him laugh and when you try to do it back he knows he looks stupid but you laughing with him is the best.

Thinking about !Boyfriend Dick Grayson who would defend you endlessly if someone said something rude about you, but only when you're not there. He knows you can defend yourself and honestly he doesn't want you to see how petty he gets when it comes to you.

Thinking about !Boyfriend Dick Grayson that holds your hand when you're nervous and doesn't mind if your skin is clammy

Thinking about !Boyfriend Dick Grayson that will join you if you're ever doing any kind of baking because he firstly wants to steal whatever is coming out of the oven even if it's too hot and also because he wants to get flour on your face.

Thinking about !Boyfriend Dick Grayson who loves when you sit in his lap while just mindlessly scrolling on your phone or doing something on your laptop.

Thinking about !Boyfriend Dick Grayson who would want to wear matching pajamas because well… who wouldn't? Couples goals or whatever.

Thinking about !Boyfriend Dick Grayson that carries you to bed bridal style if you fall asleep watching a movie on the couch or on a long car ride home.

Thinking about !Boyfriend Dick Grayson where physical Touch is his #1 Love Language. This man cannot keep his hands off you—constant casual touches, back hugs, hand-holding, thigh squeezes under the table. If he's in love, he wants you close.

Thinking about !Boyfriend Dick Grayson that calls/texts to check in, even when he’s on patrol. Might send a cheeky “I look good tonight” selfie in the suit, followed by a genuine "Miss you. Be safe, okay?"

Thinking about !Boyfriend Dick Grayson stealing your hoodies, but won't let you have his, he barely has any of his own to begin with. He’ll wear them around the house like it’s totally normal. If they smell like you? Even better. If you call him out? "What? It looks better on me."

Thinking about !Boyfriend Dick Grayson who has a deep fear of losing you. Sometimes, he just holds you a little tighter, kisses your forehead a little longer, as if grounding himself in the fact that you’re here, and you're safe.

Thinking about !Boyfriend Dick Grayson that loves when you play with his hair. If he’s had a rough night, nothing soothes him like your fingers running through his hair while he rests his head on your lap.

Thinking about !Boyfriend Dick Grayson with your pet, If you have a pet as well? He spoils them rotten. They will love him more than you do, and he will use that against you.

Thinking about !Boyfriend Dick Grayson that wants you to look at his butt. He has dropped a pen as a joke before and slowly bent down to show you the dumpy. He's very proud of his glutes and you must appreciate the goods.

[totallynotashieldagent]

might make a onshot out of this, idk yet

Dick doesn't like being the hookup guy but somehow he's still here.

The room was mostly silent, except soft breaths of you sleeping beside him. Dick turned to his side to face you, your bare back facing him, the blanket draped over your butt and thighs as you slept sprawled acorss his bed. 

This was the only time he could look at you. Be here without anxiety of what was to come. 

God he really hated this. He was fucking Nigthwing, for gods sake!! And yet, every time he would get even slightly close to talking about how he actually felt, he chickened out. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. 

He sighed softly to himself and traced along your spine, earning a soft whine from you. He smiled to himself and pulled back, moving lower to lay down and hold you against his chest.

He knew he should be grateful that you would stay the night and never leave right after. You let him hold you through the night too. Hell, he knew you saw him as a friend too. A good friend. Someone you would invite out for activities.

Sadly, he was a friend that you hooked up with sometimes. 

He knew you couldn’t do more. Not with your awful work routine. The nightshifts, the long hours, the constantly forgetting of having a personal life. 

He was the same. Wasn’t he? Between being Bruce’s eldest, being Nigthwing and having a fulltime day job as a detective, he should have been grateful that he had someone who didn’t care that he took days to call back, or that this was a friendly, no strings attached kind of situation. That he had someone he could laugh with if he wasn’t balls deep in you. 

He should be grateful that if you left before he woke up, there was coffee made for him always. That you remembered little things he talked about and surprised him with it whenever you got the time.

Honestly, if he let the labels go away then he could delude himself into thinking that this, this was a real relationship. 

But he couldn’t. Because he knew it wasn’t. 

But for right now… he was fine with being given whatever he could. And slowly inching forward and taking however much you would allow him.

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[aangelinakii]

DICK GRAYSON + BOYFRIEND TEXTS.

note : basically texts dick would send you as your boyfriend because he's amazing AND also this is my first time doing it so idk if it's shit..... if it's a bit shit then sorry that's why

[yandereunsolved]

ღ Yandere Richard 'Dick' Grayson ღ

"We gotta stop meeting like this, y'know? You and me, the fighting vigilante versus the mysterious villain."

The villain that has unfortunately captured my heart.

"Take a fight with me serious for once!"

"I can't. You just look so cute when you're angry at me."

I bet you look even more adorable under that mask of yours.

"When I get my hands on you—"

"You'll do sinful things that would make a nun blush?"

From what I have gathered from stalking you, you are more than capable of that.

"Incorrect. I'm going to murder you."

"You can't even seem to land a hit on me, sweeheart."

It's funny that after all of these fights, you still think you could outdo me in combat.

"Fuck you."

"I enthusiastically consent to that."

We'd have a good time as well. I wonder how experienced you are. It'd be a lot easier to tell if I could just tell who you are beneath the suit and mask.

"Ugh, Nightwing!"

"I love how my name spills from those pretty lips of yours."

If only it was my real name.

"Argh— Stop flirting with me."

"Only if you finally give in and become Mx. Nightwing."

Please, say yes.

"Never."

"You will one day." I'll make you if I have to.

[fromdove]

KISS LESSONS ! d.grayson x reader

"There’s a version of me that only exists when I’m with you. And I think . . . I think he’s who I was always meant to be.”

— sleepover with mr (teen) richard grayson !! gn!bsf reader (but written with a fem reader in mind), dick trying (& failing) to be nonchalant, truth or dare & he dares you to kiss him (for educational purposes...)

© fromdove— All rights reserved. Reposting, translation, or modification of these works is strictly prohibited, regardless of whether credit is given.

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You were both halfway through a bag of popcorn when Dick challenged you to call the pizza place and do your best Batman impression.

“I am vengeance,” you rasped into the phone, making your voice deep and gravelly. “I’d like… a large pepperoni. Extra cheese. No mushrooms. I hate mushrooms.”

The guy on the other end of the line paused, clearly confused. “Okay?”

You lost it, collapsing into Dick’s side, gasping for air.

“My god,” he wheezed, “Bruce would revoke your honorary Robin privileges for that.”

“I think I nailed it,” you said, grinning up at him. “Tell me I didn’t.”

He shot you a crooked smile. “You totally didn’t.”

You nudged him with your foot. “Alright, Mr. Wayne Jr., truth or dare?”

Dick flipped onto his stomach, grinning like a cat who’d just stolen the cream. “Dare.”

You let the silence drag on for a moment, savoring the anticipation. “…I dare you to show me your Batman voice.”

His grin falters. “I can’t. I’ve sworn a sacred oath.”

“Lame.”

“Alright, fine—” He cleared his throat and, without missing a beat, dropped his voice low and growly, furrowing his brow dramatically. “‘Justice is blind!’”

You burst out laughing. “Okay, yeah, whatever that means.”

Dick smirked. “Fake fan. He’s literally said that before.” He tossed your challenge back at you, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Okay, your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

He raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Coward.”

You snorted and threw a Cheeto at him. “Oh, yeah? Fine then, dare.”

His grin returned, wicked and sharp. “Great.”

For a moment, he twirled a thread from your bedsheet around his finger, and you noticed how his movements were oddly deliberate, almost too calm. There was something a little too suspicious about the way he was watching you. Then, his tone softened, becoming almost casual. “I dare you to kiss me.”

You blinked. Slowly.

“Excuse me?”

He met your gaze and shrugged like it was no big deal. “What? We’re playing the game.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you serious?”

His voice stayed nonchalant, but you caught the faintest hint of red creeping into his ears. “Unless you’re scared.”

You snorted, trying to mask the butterflies that suddenly took flight in your stomach. “Of you? Please.”

Then his tone shifts — a little softer, a little less teasing. “You’ve kissed people before, right?”

You glance at him. “Yeah.”

He nods, like that confirms something. “I haven’t.”

“Not properly,” he adds, casually. “There was a mission once, but it was more like… spy stuff. Doesn’t count.

You stared at him. “Wait . . . you’ve never actually kissed someone?”

He shrugged casually, like it was no big deal. “What? You said you’ve kissed people. I barely have. I figure I should… y’know… learn from the best.”

Suddenly, he wasn’t just the dorky kid in a cape. He was... Dick Grayson, the guy who made your heart do odd flips just by being himself.

You shifted, sitting in front of him with your legs crossed, your arms resting casually on your knees. “You want me to teach you how to kiss?”

“That’s what I said, wasn’t it?”

You smirked. “Don’t take that tone with me, Boy Wonder. You’re the one who asked me to kiss you. But fine, I accept.”

His eyes lit up—bright, eager, giddy, and a little nervous. He was a goddamn mess, a cute one, but still a mess. A mess you were willing to deal with.

You moved closer, just enough that your knees brushed against his. “Lesson one,” you murmured, voice low. “Stop overthinking.”

“That’s—” He swallowed. “Very difficult.”

“You’ll manage.”

You kissed him.

It was sweet. Hesitant. His lips were soft, unsure, like he’d never quite known how to navigate this. But he leaned in like you were something he’d been searching for and didn’t realize he could catch until now.

When you pulled back, he just stared at you, wide-eyed and breathless. “I—” He blinked a couple of times. “Okay. That was. Huh.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“I think I blacked out for a second,” he muttered, voice dazed.

You snorted. “So much for the Boy Wonder.”

“I’m regaining composure!” he insisted, sitting up straighter and giving you a dramatic wave of his hand. “Give me five seconds and a glass of water.”

You kissed him again. Just to shut him up.

And this time, he kissed you back. Steady. Warm. Clumsy in the most endearing way.

You pulled back just enough to breathe. “Okay,” he said, blinking slowly like he was still trying to come back to his senses. “I’m either really good at this, or you’re really nice.”

You smiled. “Maybe both.”

He grinned back at you—goofy, warm, and flushed.

You leaned back, almost teasing. “So?”

His gaze softened, and he scratched the back of his neck, clearly caught between trying to sound casual and letting the nervous excitement slip through. “So… I’m gonna need more practice rounds.”

You giggled. “Greedy.”

“Thorough,” he corrected, as if that made all the difference. “You wouldn’t want your best friend running around Gotham being a bad kisser, right?”

“Oh, the horror.”

“Exactly,” he said, leaning in just a little closer. “Think of the city.”

you smile.

He just melts.

[axstoria]

Kissing Dick Grayson after a late-night patrol, his hands planted on your face as yours pause their tending to his wounds. He's still in uniform, mask and all, yet the top half has been peeled away to reveal a nasty gash on his side that Bruce would lecture him for had he still been in his Robin days.

Kissing Dick Grayson in front of his family for the first time. Damian is glaring daggers, while Cass and Steph are giggling like school girls, and Tim simply marks down the relationship in his mental notebook.

Kissing Dick Grayson to calm him down after he took down a trafficking ring in Blüdhaven. He's angry and hates the world, yet he feels as though he holds it all in his hands as he caresses your cheeks.

Kissing Dick Grayson after a nightmare to soothe his pains. His hands are twisted in your shirt and he's shaking, but it's okay because you're there.

Kissing Dick Grayson until the both of you are sick and grinning like idiots, happy to be together after days of being apart because of a mission.

Kissing Dick Grayson just because.

Kissing Dick Grayson because you love him.

Kissing Dick Grayson.

[cinnamongrl2006]

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baby, show me your world

aka dick soothes away your insecurities and holds you close

———

insecurity is something that claws at you. its no one’s fault, there’s no one telling you that you are the awful things that you repeat to yourself over and over again in your head. some weeks you feel pretty, good about yourself and your appearance and those are the weeks you enjoy life more.

some weeks are worse than others.

it doesn’t help that your boyfriend is a stunner. he’s the kind of guy who could have his face plastered on magazines, who turns heads wherever he goes. you can feel the judging eyes of people around you burning into your back, words you’ve only heard in whispers all meaning the same thing: “he could do so much better than her.”

sometimes you wonder why dick grayson chose you. you look at the women of his past and you wonder how long you have before he realizes that he’s got options far better than you. sometimes you wonder if he’s thought about you the way you think about yourself, cringing about the way clothing pulls around your curves, disgusted by the way you look standing next to him in photos.

he notices— he’s a detective, he’d be an idiot not to. he watches how you shy away on days you insist he keep the lights off, how you avoid leaving the house no matter how badly you want to. he sees how you look at girls you somehow think are prettier than you, and then back to him with sad, longing eyes.

how can’t you know that he only has eyes for you?

he sees it now. you’re in the bathroom, pulling the fabric of your top around your body, scrutinizing yourself to tears. he can’t understand it, it’s like you’re stuck in that room until you’ve run out of ways to hate yourself. it shatters him.

he walks in, quietly snaking his arms around your waist from behind, pressing a kiss atop your head, hoping like hell it reaches your brain. you look at him, through the mirror, wearing a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“you look gorgeous— no, stunning. you look perfect.” dick says quietly, nipping at your ear. you wonder when he learned how to read your mind.

you can’t help it— he’s so sweet, so kind and perfect and well, attractive. you wonder when he’s going to leave you. the frown that tugs down at your lips and the tears forming in your eyes makes him panic, his heart starting to beat straight out of his chest.

he tightens is grasp around your waist, his eyes meeting yours through the glass of the mirror. he presses a gentle kiss against the side of your cheek, not knowing what else to do. “what’s wrong, baby?”

you feel horrible. simply put, it isn’t a good day for you. and you could handle it alone, but now the guilt of sharing this burden with your perfect boyfriend is eating you alive. you’re never the one that needs to be held, that needs to have someone wipe their tears, you’re never the one who shares their pain. you have no idea how much dick wishes you were.

you shrug, looking away because you know if your eyes stay trained on his you’ll break down sobbing. he frowns, not at you, never at you, but at himself. he hates that he can’t make you feel safe enough to tell him what weighs on your chest so heavy it makes you cry— when he’s shown you so much of the bad and the ugly festering inside of him.

he turns you around, gently, so you’re facing him. you can’t avoid it now, you look up at him, up at those killer eyes and that gentle smile, while he slides one hand down to your hip and has another glide through your hair. “talk to me.” he says, and you do.

“sometimes i just…” you start, and your breath hitches. you look away, leaning your head against his chest, letting him hold you. “i wonder why you’re with me.”

“because i love you.” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. to you, it’s not.

you lift your head, but you don’t quite look at him, instead cataloging every detail of the wall behind him. “i know you do. i love you too— i just… sometimes i don’t feel… pretty enough for you.”

he freezes, and you shut your eyes. you don’t feel good about having said it, you don’t feel lighter or closer or stronger. you’re embarrassed. you can’t see how horrified he looks, eyes wide and mouth agape.

dick slides his hands against the sides of your face, forcing you to look up at him, wiping away your tears as they spill past your lashes. “how could you ever think that?” he asks, bewildered. “how— i- i don’t know where you’d get that from. you are the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever seen. sometimes i just stop and stare because you make it so hard to look away. you don’t feel pretty? that’s bull— that’s just not right.”

you laugh, looking away, a small smile on your face. “dick—“ you start, speaking in a way that tells him you don’t believe him.

“i’m serious. you’re beautiful. you don’t believe me, ‘cause i’ll take a polygraph test right now if that’s what it takes. babe, baby, prettiest girl in the world—“ he says, squeezing you tightly. “—i only have eyes for you.”

you smile softly, looking up at him with soft, kind eyes. he melts, just a little bit, but keeps his composure for your sake.

“i’m so sorry, babe.” he says, pressing his forehead to yours, looking down. your eyebrows knit together, as if to say “what ever for?”

he sighs, wrapping his arms around you, pressing your head into his chest, giving you the biggest, warmest bear hug possible. “i’m telling you, i worship the ground you walk on. god you’re—“ he lets out a breath, holding you closer, squeezing you tighter. “you don’t feel pretty enough for me?” he asks like it’s some kind of insult, like the words feel repulsive on his tongue. “i’m a horrible boyfriend for letting you go around feeling like that.”

you try to protest, because you firmly disagree with that statement, your insecurity is not his fault. you try to lean back, shaking your head in fervor, but he keeps your pressed up against him, his head falling gently atop yours. he just holds you like that, close enough to hear his heart beating against his ribcage. you don’t know how he knows it’s exactly what you need. maybe he needs it more than you do. all you know is that it makes you feel better.

when he lets you go, you’ve long since cried all of your tears into the fabric of his shirt, and you look up at him, smiling. he smiles too, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“feeling better?” he asks, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. you nod, smiling up at him because it’s true. “i’m glad, baby. now i get to show you just how beautiful i think you are.” he says, picking you up by the waist, pressing a kiss against your neck at he carries you back into your bedroom and you wonder why you had ever doubted him at all.

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1. OKAYY it’s back up for those of you who wanted it so bad. i had to take it down because for some reason tumblr was not showing it to anyone and i thrive on engagement. it also took me so long because it takes me foreverrrr to format these on here i am copy pasting from my notes app.

2. first time writing for dick!! i’m trying to get down his characterization because i am working on something bigger (a series ?!?!?) for him. i also think this is the most dialogue heavy fic ive ever written so !! hope you enjoyed !!

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flirty roommate dick grayson…

“you’re hurting my feelings, ya know.” your roommate dick sang from the other end of the phone, making you smile.

“i’m hurting your feelings because i’m out for a drink with some friends?” you asked, shielding the phone away from the chatter so you could hear him better.

“nooo, cause you’re not here with me. i’m all drunk and alone and i miss you.”

you smiled. “awh poor dickie. all alone.”

“m’all alone and needing you and you aren’t even here to be with me.” he sighed and you started to grab your coat and bag- already knowing the flirtatious direction this was going.

“and what exactly would we be doing at home thats so different here?” you asked.

“we could drink together and then maybe accidentally get a little too close and kiss just a little. cause friends can kiss when they’re drunk.” he said, making you laugh.

“and maybe you’d show me your cute little lingerie set you bought that’s been sitting on your desk for the past week.”

“hey that’s snooping!”

“not snooping if it’s right there in the open, just tempting me.”

you could hear the smirk in his voice, all cocky and charming. it just made you want to get home that much faster. to flirt with him, of course.

“in fact, because you’re not here drinking with me you can’t come on adventures. so i’m going to take one to your underwear drawer right now, and you can’t even stop me. because you’re not here.”

you gasped, heat rising to your cheeks. embarrassed but also, extremely turned on. or maybe that was the drinks talking.

“you wouldn’t.”

“ohhh i would. i’m on my way right now.” you heard your bedroom door creak open a chuckle leaving his lips at the sight. you knew your room was a bit messy right now as you scrambled to get ready earlier, and there was most definitely a few pairs poking out of a messy drawer.

little did you know, he’d done this before. lots of times. it was second nature, when you weren’t here. so what if that made him a pervert. he was so fucking attracted to you he’d find ways to justify it.

“guess you better come back to stop me sweetheart. or encourage me. i do still want a show.” he hummed, clucking his tongue as he picked up a pair of panties, admiring them. “black and lacy. i bet these look amazing on you honey.”

your core heated at his words and you found yourself quickening your pace back to the apartment. “richard grayson you are such a pervert. get outta there!”

“guess you’ll have to come back and make me.” he sang, biting his lip as he dug around your drawer a little more, finding new pairs he hadn’t seen before. this was one of his favourite past times. of course- when you weren’t home. when you were- his favourite pastime was doing whatever you were.

“i’m on my way.” you huffed, rolling your eyes. “i know.” he smiled.