#richard grayson x gn reader

[loppsided]

Can you please do a fluff with Dick Grayson where you’re cuddling on the couch in titans tower watching a movie where Gar, Rachel, Jason or any of the other titans tease you and Dick. Like theyre on the couch and like gagging like when you watch your parents kiss? (Can be gender neutral or femme)

get a room! - d. grayson

summary: dick and reader annoy the team!

pairing: titans!dick grayson x fem!reader

wc: 189

warnings: kissing, fluff :)

a/n: heres a lil drabble from my requests! sorry for not posting ive been so busy these last few days but im gonna write a lot today so i can get stuff out! enjoy! likes and reblogs appreciated.

"God! Get a room!" Gar yells walking into the living room. A pillow gets thrown in your direction by Connor as he joins him.

It was you and Dick's 6 month anniversary and instead of going out for dinner you opted towards a nice quite movie night. Or so you thought. Kory was supposed to take the kids to the state fair, but since it had rained they stayed indoors.

You laid on Dick's chest, arms wrapped around his torso while his held your back. His hands were combing through your hair, no doubt tangling it in the process.

The movie of choice was 'The Notebook', which was very fitting for the event.

Dick lifted his head up off the top of yours, "If you don't like it, you don't have to be in here." He said amusingly.

He looked back down at you with a smile, jokingly he whispered "Don't listen to them, baby." Before placing a kiss onto your lips.

You giggled into the kiss as you heard the scattered ew's from Gar and Conner, the annoyance from Rachel and the laughter from Kory.

Successful date night.

[intriq]

dc universe characters but your their ex, and they want you back

could be hurt/comfort, maybe fluff. angst? idk, unsure about how to label this one chief

if you want to see any other characters in here, lmk via comment or send me an ask! [they are always open for requests n stuff, so feel free to send them] and i'll make sure to get them in here!

Also, big thanks to my beta readers: Lilac, Void, My bestie, and bat brat apollo! they helped make sure these didn't fall too out of character.

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤBruce...

...at first, didn't realize just how miserable he'd feel after you guys broke up. Well, after he broke up with you.

He thought that you being possibly tied in to his life as Batman would make things oh so dangerous, and that maybe you'd be better off without him. And that just maybe he'd be better off without you.

But boy was he wrong.

After day one, he missed your presence.

After day three, he started missing your touch. Hugs, kisses, cuddles, the works.

After one week he missed seeing you whenever he came back to Wayne manor after patrol or whenever he'd had a long day being out and about Gotham, whether as just his regular self or patrolling the streets, fighting crime as Batman.

By week two, not even focusing on patrolling could keep you off his thoughts. It didn't exactly help that he knew your schedule. Actually, not even just knew. He had it memorized.

So he'd find himself particularly drawn to patrolling the area around where you lived more often, sometimes even doubling back to the area. Sometimes even three times.

Of course, it took a full month [and seeing you going on your first date since the break-up] for him to take action. He'd started sending gifts at first. Small things that you liked, whether it be books or lots and lots of flowers.

Then the gifts just got more and more expensive, more grandeur. After all, he is a billionaire, so it wouldn't hurt his bank account. Plus, it was a gift for you. So why wouldn't he?

If you still didn't take him back then, he starts sending you texts. Just cute little things such as "i miss you" and whatnot.

And then the in-person confessions, gift giving, and what-not started after. He'd drop by [after making sure no one was around to see at least three times] your apartment while he was in his full Batman getup, bringing you some smaller, easier to hide away things like bracelets and necklaces.

And during the day, he'd be where ever he'd knew you'd be. Whether it was your apartment, your job, anywhere, he'd personally come deliver you yet another gift.

Takeout from your favorite place? He's brought it to you for lunch.

He saw you post about something [whether it be a stuffed animal, jewelry, etc] on social media because it's cool or cute? It's been hand delivered to you by him.

"I saw you talking about how much you wanted these, so I got them for you. Why..? Because I miss you."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤTim...

...was devastated when you broke up with him. He didn't realize that all this work being a vigilante that made him miss out on oh so many dates had taken as big of a toll on your relationship as it did.

And by the time he'd realized, the cracks had already formed, and you'd broken up with him. You wanted a partner who could meet you half-way, even if he was a little busy at times.

But that didn't stop him from immediately trying to win you back. Gifts? You've got it. Whether they were bought or handmade, it didn't really matter. He'd get you something.

Not to mention the texts, phone calls, voicemails, everything. He's going the full nine yards to show you just how sorry he is, and just how badly he wants you back.

"I know I've said I was sorry so many times, but I really am! I promise I'll do everything in my power to be there for our date nights, so please take me back.."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤDick...

...definitely wasn't expecting for you to break up with him. Sure, he's been in plenty of relationships before, but he'd never expected you to get the courage to tell him you wanted to break up.

He didn't even realize he missed you as much as he did until one night while patrolling, a month or two after your break-up, he saw you walking along the streets of Gotham.

And damn were you still as pretty as the first time he saw you. In fact, scratch that, as pretty as the last time he saw you. Which was when you broke up with him.

So from then on, when Gotham is just a little less quiet and he can afford to do a little slacking off, he walks with you. You had this weird routine of walking for an hour at night, anyway.

At first he made small-talk. Asked you how your day was, why you were taking a walk [he already knew why. he just wanted to hear that pretty voice of yours more!], how you'd been since the break-up, if you were seeing anyone [this was extremely important and he'd express why after a bit of prompting], as one does.

Then it ramps up to him telling you how much he missed you, how pretty and attractive you were still, the works. He then ramps up to just blatant flirting, maybe even making sure he was touching you in some way, like an arm around your shoulder. Or maybe even subtly holding your hand under the premise of him wanting to show you something that you didn't know the way to.

And after that, if you still didn't miss him enough to take him back? He's just obvious. Asking you on dates, showing up to your home with gifts, everything. He'll go the whole nine yards for you, just so you'll take him back.

"Aww, c'mon! Just one date, sweetheart. Please? I promise that if you don't want me back after just one date I won't bother you again."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤJason...

...definitely didn't want to admit he wanted you back until it's been nearly six months since you broke up, and words going around that your starting to date again.

This pisses him off, for reasons he wasn't sure about.

So before you know it, he's popping up just about everywhere. Getting him to admit he missed you and regretted the breakup is no easy feat, and you'll likely not ever get him to admit it out loud.

I can't really see Jason making any grand or large gestures, just small little ones that maybe have some sort of sentimental value.

He'd probably drop by your home every now and then. If he's hurt in some way, you bet your ass he's right there on your fire escape, knocking on your window to let him in.

Even if it's just something so incredibly minor he could take care of himself, he's using it as an excuse to see you again.

While he's not totally experienced with being overly romantic, he's got his moments of being just a little bit sappy.

"Why go through the hard work and trouble of finding someone else if I'm right here?"

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤBabs...

...wasn't expecting to miss you after you two broke things off. She figured she'd be fine on her own, but she was quickly proven wrong.

I can see her giving gifts, but she'd be more-so trying to spend as much time as she could with you. Texts, both early morning and late night phone calls, voicemails about how much she regrets breaking up, and probably more.

Lot's of "I miss you" and "I still like/love you" texts, maybe some "Can we please get back together?" texts mixed as well.

She'll make how much she misses you known.

"Please come back, I miss our little movie date nights."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤStephanie...

...is just like Jason in a way, when it comes to realizing she misses having you around.

But she does come to terms with the fact that she misses you. She'll be a little hesitant to admit it in words, but she'll make it known in small gestures.

The breakup was definitely amicable, so you two are kind of just awkwardly still friends. But any time you two hangout, it borderlines being a date.

Movies? Only if it's something that will remind you of stuff you two liked to watch together when you were dating.

Going for a walk? She'll make sure you two just so happen to pass by a spot you guys went to for your first date.

She'll even still pretend to "accidentally" call you by the nicknames she had for you whilst you were dating.

But if even that doesn't work, she'll just start making you two "hangout" at places you've gone to for dates before.

"Wow, this place hasn't changed a bit since the last time we were here, huh? Brings back memories."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤCassandra...

...of course, isn't really sure what to do when she notices she's missing you. You were probably one of her first relationships, which just only adds onto her confusion of what to do.

She'd probably go seek Babs and Stephanie out for advice, asking them what they think she should do. Just what she should do.

After getting advice from the two, she thinks it over for a little bit before she starts anything. She probably also tries to feel you out to check if you feel the same way she does.

And if you do, or if she finds out your unsure, she starts giving you small gifts. And I mean small. Just mostly little trinkets and knickknacks that she finds while out and about.

Buttons? Pins? Small figurines, no bigger than the palm of your hand? She's getting them for you.

Of course, this is to help her just get a little confidence before she drops the question about getting back together.

And when she does drop the question, she tries to make it sound like she's being genuine. She probably brought another small little gift, maybe one of your favorite snacks.

"I know you said you liked these when we were together, right? I know you may think I wasn't really.. paying attention, but most of the time, but I promise I was. And I'm sorry I didn't do that great of a job of showing you that I cared about you. Please take me back?"

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤKate Kane..

...is both similar to Stephanie and Jason. While she'll think she's better off without you, there's almost a constant reminder of you somewhere in her world.

And it just draws her back to you.

It's very much a push and pull sort of thing with her, as some days she's fully willing to admit just how much she misses you and wants you back, while others she'd never admit to even a word of it.

She'll also bring you sentimental gifts sometimes. Mostly just leaves them somewhere she knows only you will find them with a little note attached.

Though the contents of the little notes will greatly vary from "I miss you", "I know you like these so I got them for you", to just her name sometimes.

Saw these and thought of you. -K

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤDinah Lance...

...is most definitely bold and maybe even a little bit flirty. When she realized that she definitely wasn't ready to move on from you quite yet, she put all her effort into wooing you back.

She'd probably try to play off the fact you two are suddenly running into each other at things you like, it's really just so she can see you again. Making you unintentionally [but kind of purposefully] think of her again whenever you thought about the things you like.

After a bit of this, though, she just downright starts asking you out to dates. If she knows certain places hold sentimental value because they were your favorite date spots with her, she'll ask you on a date to there again.

"Oh? Didn't know you were coming here today. Maybe it's a sign you should just let me take you on a date today."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤHelena Bertinelli...

...wasn't usually the type to dwell on her exes. But you? You were all that was on her mind after the breakup.

While she spends many a night deleting text after text, trying to come up with the right set of sentences to tell you just how much she misses you and wants you back, she does eventually send something.

And from there she just gets a little bolder.

Lingering touches, like her hand grazing against yours if you are handing her something. Staring at you for just a few seconds longer than needed, all that stuff.

It does take her a bit of time to get the confidence to just straight up asking you out on another date, though when she does, she's already got it all planned out.

"Do you still like that one restaurant we went to for our anniversary? .... Why? Oh, well, I wanted to make sure I didn't need to cancel the reservation I made."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤDiana

...didn't have thoughts of missing you. At first.

She did start thinking of you again when you two were assigned on a mission together. And all it did was really get you stuck in her head.

The way you looked, whether it was the way you fight or just generally how you look in your vigilante costume? It just kept replaying in her head over and over again.

So now anytime your out and about doing your own thing, under your vigilante guise? She's found an excuse to be joining you.

Whether that excuse is "you looked like you needed help", or "my patrols been pretty quiet, so I thought I'd join you", she's always got some excuse you can't argue back about.

Eventually she starts dropping hints about wanting to get back together with you. But whether she's good at dropping these hints or not is entirely up to how oblivious you could be.

Eventually she just tires out of dropping hints and just makes you look at her when she just drops the question. Think of the classic "grabbing your chin and turning your head to look at them" kind of deal.

"How about we go out this Sunday, hmm? ... Yes, on a date. What, did you think I was going to ask you to patrol with me or something?"

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤDamian...

...most definitely is stubborn when it comes to your break-up. He doesn't even want to entertain the thought that the reason he might be so grouchy whenever he sees you talking to someone else, or hears about how you may be crushing on someone else, is because he misses you. And is jealous, of course.

Even the sheer mention of your name around him, whether it be from his older brothers [mainly Dick because he is most certainly the teasing older brother type], he get's all grouchy and almost pouty.

He does try to help you out around school, though. He may act all mean and cold towards you, he'll act like he's "reluctantly" helping you out.

"you can't be trusted to carry this stuff," he'll try and say as he takes that stack of chairs, books, whatever it is in your hands away to do it himself. His hidden little agenda is that he's hoping you'll miss him because of him helping you out.

His "compliments" aren't always easily understood as such, though. "You didn't do terrible, for once" he might say as he hands you your graded test.

In order for him to get the courage to ask you out again, though, will definitely take some coaxing. [And maybe some teasing from Dick, too]

But when he does, it's a 50/50 chance of him saying it in a sweet way, or in his usual cold and almost brat-like demeanor.

"If I take you out on a date, will that get you to shut up for at least five minutes?"

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[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Dick Grayson x GN!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend rushes to your side as he learns that you're in the hospital for a family member. Germaphobia sucks.

Warnings: Hospital, Germaphobia, injured loved one.

This was written whilst I sat inside of a hospital emergency/waiting room...I fucking hate germs.

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This was your Hell. In the middle of a sickening hospital waiting room. Sitting down in the blue chairs that can only be contaminated with God knows what. You could feel the germs sitting on your sweaty hands, transferring onto whatever you touched. You resisted the urge to get up and leave, the feeling of the cloth chair sitting against your pants becoming too much. It was almost 11PM you could only dread the thought of who had sat here during the day, and the last time the seats were cleaned.

You wanted to cry with every breath you took. You were in such a hurry to get in there that you completely forgot to pick up a mask. Your chest hurt just at the thought of breathing in something from someone else, though barely anybody was in the room with you.

The vibrations of your phone ringing brought you out of your thoughts.

"Richard (penis) Grayson" The caller ID identified. Weird...he should be on patrol..

"Hello?"

"Hey, where are you?" He asked.

"Hospital, Nana fell again.." You voidantly told him about your great-grandmother, who had also just suffered from a fall about five months ago, resulting in a broken hip.

"Again?"

"Mhm."

"What hospital? I'll bring you some things." He said. You told him what hospital and mumbled out a low "thank you." then the two of you said your goodbyes.

×

It wasn't much longer before he got to the hospital, walking in and immediately sitting in the seat next to you.

"Alright, how is she?" He asked, welcoming you as you layed your head on his shoulder.

"Couple of cuts, broken tail bone, and we're waiting on another CT scan." You informed. "They're gonna keep her because of her blood pressure, just like last time."

"How are you?" He questioned.

"I'm okay, I know she'll be fine." You sighed.

"I'm talking about the germs." He stated, holding your head in his hands so that he could look into your eyes.

"Oh.. I don't know." You mumbled.

"Do you need to step out?" He whispered, eyebrows crinkling together at the thought of your discomfort.

"I don't know.."You confessed.

He looked at you for a few seconds before rising to his feet and grabbing your hand. "Let's go."

"Well, be right back." He smiled at your grandparents before leading you to outside.

"Here, I have some of your hand sanitizer." He whispered, already taking the travel sized bottle from his pocket and opening it. You immediately put up both of your hands, waiting for the welcoming feeling of alcohol washing away some of your worries. He put some of the clear gel in your hands and waited for you to rub it in before doing the same to his hands.

"Why aren't you working?" You asked. Normally, you would've called it patrol, but being out in the open made you keep it vague.

"I stopped by the apartment to see you, and you were gone." He smiled. "You're more important than that stuff."

"Thank you.." You shyly whispered out.

"Of course, I love you."

"I love you too."

~☆~

Fun-ish fact: My grandmother got a call that we needed to be here whilst we were watching "The Batman"(2022)

[midnight-pluto]

COFFEE: PG.00 — 8 Shots of Espresso

COFFEE: Tim Drake x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: Tim meets a barista that gives him what he needed most - a large coffee with way to many shots of espresso. Though what happens when just a single action changes the other’s life, forever?

coffee master list || next

SUNDAY, MARCH 19 2023 — 11:32 PM

'WHY WAS I scheduled these hours? Hell, why did I even decide to work here?’

Oh, right, you need money. Just living in Gotham was expensive, not to mention the fact that villains and vigilantes stormed the street at hours like this and insurance can only cover so many villains. You’re almost bound to have a window or two broken. Though luckily, most of the vigilantes offer to pay for the damages caused or someone else offers to pay for them.

Checking your phone’s lock screen, you see that the time was 11:34. The cafe you worked at closed at midnight but there were still a few customers scattered around, most of them being students studying for upcoming exams or projects most likely.

Hearing the ding from the door you turn to look at the person who entered the door, “What can I get for you?”

The boy that stood before you was wearing wearing a dark attire - black pants, matching boots, and a simple red hoodie - all of the dark tones complimented his light blue eyes but they were clouded with something you couldn’t put your finger on; it didn’t help that their were dark bags underneath them as well.

Snapping out of your daze you look at him for his order, “A black coffee but add fives shots of espresso to it,” he deadpans. Before adding that to his order, you pause.

You slowly turn to look up at him to see if he was serious. He was very serious. “Um, y-you do realize that you’re asking for seven shots of-“

“Yes.”

“Alrighty then, um,” you swallow thickly out of pure fear at what had driven this poor boy into needing that much espresso in his coffee. You have met some insane individuals in your lifetime - mainly because you live in Gotham - but none of them have been driven to this extent, “Anything else?”

“No, that’s it,” he replies, shoving his hand into his pocket for ( what you hoped to be ) his wallet.

“Name?”

“Tim.”

A few seconds of processing payments and discussing sizes later, you’re on your way to creating a large drink that could possibly kill the very customer you’re making it for.

Meanwhile, said customer is actually relieved and really grateful for you on the inside. Tim had been running at max four hours of sleep for the past week while working on a case nonstop, and on top of that, he had patrol duty in 20 minutes.

Originally, he had left at eleven for his cup of coffee but unfortunately, his previous requests have been denied because apparently giving customers that much of espresso in their coffee was against company policy even if a Wayne was asking for it.

Multiple coffee shop stops and rejections later, he came upon the cafe you worked at and was able to get the coffee he so desperately needed.

A few minutes later, you gently slid Tim’s drink towards him with a small, “Enjoy.”

Thanking you with a nod of his head and a small smile, he took a look at your name tag - Y/N L/N.

TIMESKIP

The next morning later, you wake up at eleven thirty, feeling like a bag of shit. Turning over on your back with your arms extended outwards and legs barely touching each other; like a shy starfish.

'Is this my punishment for not applying for colleges the moment I graduated high school? Probably.'

After a few more moments of doing absolutely nothing, you decide to attempt to be a productive member of society. Grabbing your phone from your bedside table, you see that you have multiple message notifications, twitter notifications, and that it was now 11:42.

Checking Twitter first, you see that Tim Drake had tweeted something.

'Wait hol' up, wait a minute. Why am I mentioned in that tweet and why am I mentioned by so many other people? Also, how did he manage to find my twitter?'

Smiling at the comments that replied to your tweets, you decide to try and attempt to be a productive member of society.

Starting by brushing your teeth.

SPECIAL NOTE: this is a repost of my old post but I’ve now re-created it in a slight smau format that it was originally supposed to be in this could be read as a standalone oneshot still tho so yk

Also please ignore the fact that none of them are verified, I was to lazy to change them so I apologize once again

[raven-fucks-around-and-writes]

Dick Grayson & physical affection

Oh, this man likes his cuddles fr.

Obviously, he won't show that to any of the other Titans, since he's the big and tough leader.

It definitely wasn't hard too figure out, either.

Dick was always soft for you, though. He'd love the care you gave him after missions, the soft kisses, etc.

Secretly the little spoon, he loves your touch, and how it feels to be held by his amazing partner

Sleepy mornings are the best with your boyfriend, you can bet he won't let you get out of bed when he's extra tired

We know he has that cute sleepy voice.

PDA? He's gonna want to keep it serious since he's always on the look-out. Maybe a little kiss on the cheek, or a mumbled "I love you", but other than that, likely not. Unless, he's sure that you two are 100% safe.

Overall, Dick Grayson is an adorable cuddly beast

[jinx-aldemir]

♥♥Imagine Dick Grayson and Jason Todd having a crush on you (Separately)♥♥

♥♥DICK GRAYSON♥♥

(Image made by me)

Grayson as an adolescent (the polar opposite of his younger brother Jason) would pick you flowers in the park, make you little homemade pop-up cards, and share his food with you. With a sweet smile on his face, he would always save you a seat next to him.

This would clearly translate to adulthood: he would prepare you your favourite things and buy you your favourite things, often surprising you because you didn't think he had time to do so due to his role as Nightwing. He'd scratch the back of his neck shyly as he let out an airy chuckle while a slight coat of blush covered his fair skin, relishing the bliss that seized him at the sight of your enjoyment at something small or large.

♥♥JASON TODD♥♥

(Image made by me)

Jason was the type of adolescent who would gaze at your phone number, waiting for you to call him and would tease you( a lot). Of course, he'd do it with good intentions and an affectionate heart, but he'd still be bothersome.

This would obviously translate to adulthood: he would give you teasing grins while gently snuggling your head under his chin and swaying you back and forth while pecking the top of your head.

His heart thumping in his chest as you grin at him, effortlessly capturing his attention by squeezing his cheek and cooing at how cute he looks while the reddened looking the other grumbling that "I don't look cute, I look sexy".

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I really hoped that you liked this! This was my first post so sorry if its bad, i will improve. Also plz send me requests and I will do them!

-Grey_Kitty🌈

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Fanfics Coming Soon - 5/6/23

(Requests are closed for the time being)

I will be starting to work on the fics listed below, along with my Superman/Clark Kent X Reader Series.

The times of posts may vary. Also, Fanfic Fridays will have fewer fics, not as many as the usual four, but there will be consistent fics every Friday. The fics below will be posted on whatever Friday of the week that I've finished writing the said fic. (Ex. If I finished writing a fic on Wednesday, it'll be posted Friday, etc.)

Fics Coming Soon:

Superman Fic - Waiting For Superman - 1/10 or more chapters (possibly) - Slight angst/Fluff - Coming Soon

Erik Destler X GN Reader - Mini Angst/Mostly Fluff - Modern AU; A deep voice sings each night, a haunting song unlike any you've heard at the recording studio where you work the security nightshift. Each night, you listen and fall in love until one moonless night you seek its origin, finding a handsome ghost, Erik Destler, who wishes he had tasted true requited love before death stole him away.

Richard Grayson X GN Reader - Slight Angst/Fluff - Meeting The Family/Engaged; Newly engaged and beyond happy, your fiancé, Richard Grayson's preparing to bring you home for the holidays to meet his family for the very first time. So far, the two of you have had an idyllic relationship, but the true test will come when Bruce and the many, many siblings come into the picture and dredge up the past.

Pedro Pascal X Female Reader - Slight Angst/Fluff - Hades And Persephone AU; With the power of spring and flowers, you enjoy the wonders and beauty of nature. Wandering out of your home and beyond the borders of your kingdom, you stumble upon a dark wood, and curiosity got the best of you. You got lost, of course, having never been in the forbidden woods before. In the shadows, you spotted a figure, who walked out, dressed in dark clothing. He was tall, dark, mysterious, and incredibly charming. And when he offered you a pomegranate, you couldn't say no... After all, you were pretty hungry.

Jack Daniels X Female Reader - Slight Angst/Mostly Fluff - Royalty/maybe 1800s Regency period AU; As the youngest of seven sisters, you are told to wait your turn for marriage, but you can't help but fall for a handsome gentleman, Lord Jack Daniels, who comes to town on business. You decide to pursue him even though your mother has been eyeing him for sister, Adelaide, number five.

Harry Osborn X GN Reader - Mostly angst, Slight fluff - Vampire AU; You used to be in love with a vampire, Harry Osborn. But you were just eighteen, and your emotions were running high, and didn't really know any better; letting your admiration and love for him engulf you. You broke it off with him before you left for college. But, after a while, you noticed people were going missing, blood drained from bodies in alleyways on campus... And your new boyfriend had gone missing as well. You had a theory on what... Or who was causing all the havoc, and it was time to grab your wooden stake and end it once and for all... You just hoped you could resist his irresistible charm.

Johnny Storm X Female Reader - Slight Angst/Mostly Fluff - Single Mom AU; You're a single mom who works two full-time jobs to make ends meet. The new manager, Johnny Storm at your second job asks you out on a date. He's hot, kind, and perfect, but your son hates him and shows that in many humorous ways. Will love blossom or wither under your son's disapproving gaze?

Comment down below which you're excited for. ;)

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MASTERLIST 𝜗𝜚

STARTED﹕24/07/2024 ;

LAST UPDATED﹕25/09/2024 ;

TOTAL WORKS﹕11 finished works ;

REQUESTS﹕currently OPEN, i am only comfortable with writing sfw content at this moment. the character I currently write for is only JASON TODD.

LILAC-BLOSSOMS & BOOK STANDS : SYNOPSIS: in which two strangers at a book stand bond over their shared interest, and shared awkwardness.

PLUSHIES & CUDDLES → SYNOPSIS: in which Jason comes back late from patrol and finds a competitor for your affection ;

COOKIES & BAKE-OFFS → SYNOPSIS: in which you try to bake and Jason keeps trying to sneakily taste it ;

FURRY NEW BEGINNINGS → SYNOPSIS: in which the cat distribution system catches up to you and Jason ;

CARNATION LETTERS → SYNOPSIS: in which Jason, struggling with words, leaves you heartfelt notes hidden in bouquets of carnations, each one revealing more of his feelings for you ;

POISONED WELLS → SYNOPSIS: in which Jason Todd tries to get used to the new beginning brought to him ;

OFFERED TENDERNESS → SYNOPSIS: which you and Jason appreciate eachothers love in different little ways ;

TANGLED IN RED → SYNOPSIS: in which you wrap yourself up in jason's red jacket, and he finds it endearing ;

YOU'RE MY MAN (OF BRIGHT LIGHT) → SYNOPSIS: while at a fair with your sweet boyfriend Jason, you run into an unexpected, but welcomed suprise ;

OH, TAKE ME BACK (TO THE NIGHT WE MET) → SYNOPSIS: the promise between the two of you never broke, not on that roof as children, not even now ;

TOUNGE TIED → SYNOPSIS: hidden away in a library, you bask in seeing that pink hue on jason's cheeks ;

MOODBOARDS → 01. jason todd ; 02. damian wayne ; 03. stephanie brown ; 04. cassandra cain ; 05. richard grayson ; 06. baraba gordon ; 07. duke thomas ; 08. tim drake.

PECCATORES → Jason Todd x Reader, gn!reader, paramedic!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, angst, mild gore and injury, original characters, batfamily, meet-cutes, nervous Jason Todd, soft Jason Todd, original characters, reader has a life and relationship outside of Jason, attention to the growing plot as well as relationships ;

Progress: Prologue and chapter 01, chapter 02, chapter 03 . . .

Updates coming every 2-3 days. CURRENTLY ON HIATUS.

TOUCH STARVED + DEMISEXUAL!JASON → thoughts about how Jason views and deals with touch, non-intimate or intimate, nsfw, barely though.

© ROBINSFILM ﹕ I do not give consent for my writing to be posted or used on any other platforms without my permission and proper credit.

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𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 — 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈

Yandere Dick Grayson x GN Reader

❥ Part I >> Part II >> Part III >> Part IV

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓: Wanted to write a platonic older brother Dick Grayson story, but depicting his spiral into yandere-hood. Tumblr can’t handle my swag AO3-length writing, so multiple parts it is!

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: platonic sibling yandere content, older brother Dick Grayson, younger sibling reader, non-vigilante reader, adopted reader, slow burn yandere(?), the pacing is very a-day-in-the-life-esque, kind-of stalking, unsettling build-up, Dick isn’t a full-blown yandere yet, starting off tame, biblically accurate Batfam, CLIFF HANGER!!

❥ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃.

Richard Grayson didn’t really like you.

He never told you outright, but you knew. It was painfully obvious during your initial meeting (one that was “long overdue,” according to Bruce), back when Alfred dropped you off at his Blüdhaven apartment with all your belongings. Though he offered a welcoming smile with complimentary dimples, something dark swirled in his sapphire eyes, a stony cold stare contrasting with his warm greeting of, “nice to finally meet you, (Y/N).”

You didn’t know that much about Richard Grayson, other than his role as your pseudo older brother (and the fact that he was Robin, and now Nightwing, but you were still wrapping your head around the idea of your filthy rich adoptive father being fucking Batman, so… there’s not much you could say on that). He seemed friendly enough in all the gala interviews you’ve seen, but you were starting to realize to not take someone’s press persona as gospel: after all, Bruce Wayne seems much more put together in front of the cameras than he does in the manor. So, while unsettling, you couldn’t say you were too surprised by this official first impression.

Maybe he was just tired, you told yourself. He probably doesn’t get much sleep, with the whole crime-fighting thing and all.

(Yeah… crime-fighting thing… y’know, cuz your pseudo older brother is Nightwing, and your filthy rich adoptive father is fucking Batman.)

However, after getting all your things settled into his spare bedroom — Alfred being a big help, as he always was — you were getting the sense that your gut intuition was right; Richard Grayson didn’t really like you at all. He may have acted all cordial, giving you a tour of his apartment and making polite jokes, but as soon as Alfred left and he excused himself to make a phone call in his room, his true feelings on your collective predicament became painfully apparent, as thin walls did nothing to hold in his heated argument with Bruce.

“B, why the hell are you doing this to me?! ……. No, they’re in their room. Getting all their stuff settled in right now. ……. I know I did, but now that they’re here, I just—!! ……. No, they’ve been okay so far, it’s just— come on, B, I know you’re an empty-nester, but if you weren’t ready to take in a kid, why’d you—?! ……. Really? So adopting orphans is just a hobby now?! ……. Yeah, and it’s really unfortunate what they’ve gone through, but you can’t just pick up every stray you see, especially if you’re this fucking paranoid about them wanting to—”

This was the only time you could understand Bruce’s response over the phone; “I DON’T WANT ANOTHER DEAD CHILD, DICK.”

… Ah.

There was a beat of silence before Bruce continued, though his softer tone made it impossible to make out what he was saying. He went on and on until Dick sighed. “Bruce, I want them to have a happy home. And, yeah, I sure as hell agree that the manor might not be the best choice, but I’m off doing my own thing just as much as you are. At the very least, Alfred— ……. What would’ve been good for both of you was to not sign the papers in the first place. You’re still healing, and they need someone who can be there for them. ……. No. No, they’re already here. I’ll stay true to my word, B, but they can’t stay here forever; you know that. It’s just not healthy for all of us. ……. Yeah, I know. I’ll do my best. Look, I gotta figure out what I’m gonna make this kid for dinner.”

And then, without a single goodbye exchanged, the call went dead.

So, yeah. Richard Grayson didn’t really like you.

Which was fine. Really, it was. You weren’t even his sibling by law, as you learned from Alfred that Bruce technically never even adopted him, yet here he was being asked to take care of you, a reminder that he can’t escape Bruce Wayne or Batman no matter how hard he tries. While you were still learning the full situation (again, your filthy rich adoptive father is fucking BATMAN), what you already knew didn’t paint a pretty picture. Honestly, you didn’t blame Richard Grayson for being a little spiteful towards you. It did make sense.

You just wish it didn’t make you feel so… unwanted.

“How was school, kiddo?”

A questioning hum was startled from your vocal chords. The car ride had been so silent, you found yourself lost in your own thoughts, almost forgetting that you were buckled into the passenger seat of Richard’s — Dick’s, rather; he told you to call him Dick the day you moved in — older, copper-colored car. After taking a few moments to collect yourself, you threw your temporary guardian a glance only to find he was pointedly staring at you (which was concerning, as he was driving).

“Uh…” your voice faltered a bit, forcing you to cough in your fist. “It was alright.”

His eyes lingered on you for a bit longer before returning to the road ahead. You thought that was the end of the conversation, but then he spoke up again. “Did you learn anything?”

A bit of an awkward thing to ask, but at least he was trying. “Factoring in algebra. And I guess a little about the Mongol Empire.”

“Factoring,” he said with distaste. “Wasn’t a fan of that. Though it didn’t really help that I had the worst algebra teacher. Ended up with a 70 in that class by some miracle.” A small beat of silence. “Do anything fun with friends?”

You grimaced. Though you tried your best not let it show, you knew Dick probably caught it through the rear-view mirror. “I, uh, haven’t made any friends yet.”

“It’s already October,” he skeptically stated with a quirked brow.

“I know. It’s just…” you clutched your book bag closer to your chest. “It was my first day here, so… gotta make new friends.”

“… Oh.”

As much as you wanted to dryly chortle at his reaction, you refrained. It probably wasn’t his fault he didn’t know about being transferred from Gotham to Blüdhaven Academy, since Bruce apparently had a habit of keeping people out of the loop with things. For all you know, Dear Ol’ Daddy Bats just gave Dick an address and said, "drop off at 9, pick up at 3:30," leaving your pseudo-older brother to fill in the blanks from there (“this is an address to a school, so I’m assuming this is where they go to school,” or something like that).

So, all you could do was shrug. “Yeah.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his jaw tighten. He seemed to be deliberating on something, eyes burning holes through his windshield as he let out a sigh. “So, guessing you have no one to stay with for the night?”

“Stay with?” You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean, stay with?”

“Well, I’m gonna be out tonight,” he explained, his tone sounded a bit exasperated. “Can’t just leave you on your own. Do any friends from your old school live near by?”

You were at a loss for words. He wanted you to stay with someone? For the entire night? “Wait, hold on… you just wanna dump me at a friend’s house anytime you do your hero shit—?”

“Not sure if you’ve noticed, kiddo, but we’re in Blüdhaven,” he spat at you. “And my apartment isn’t exactly in the nicest part of town.”

“But— it’ll be fine, ‘cuz you have a Bat-level security system,” you protested.

His grip got tighter on the steering wheel. “Doesn’t matter. You’re used to the manor, not street-level crime, kid.”

“I grew up in Gotham,” you retorted. “I’ve known street-level crime way longer than I’ve known the manor.” Before he could say something to that, you beat him to it by following up with, “and besides, all my friends from Gotham live in areas that are just as bad as your apartment. Wasn’t all that popular with the socialite kids with mansions, you know.”

No response for several seconds. Dick’s expression was far from pleasant, and you were starting to worry if you were getting yourself into some sort of trouble. Eventually, however, he let out a frustrated sigh, his cold eyes snapping towards your figure. “You make one hell of an argument, kiddo. But listen. We’ve gotta go over home-alone rules when we’re back to the apartment, alright? I don’t want anything happening to you under my watch.”

“Fine by me,” you shrugged.

The conversation was then dropped.

A small smile started to bloom on your face. He really thought he could rid of you like that, didn’t he? You knew he didn’t really like you, but using it’s not safe as an excuse to a Gothamite? Really? Yeah, that’s a bunch of bogus.

… Though, you had to admit, it was nice that he at least sounded considerate.

You woke up to the sounds of disgruntlement coming from the living area.

It wasn’t too loud, as you couldn’t exactly comprehend what was being said, but it was loud make you realize the disgruntled party was extremely ticked by something. Getting out of bed, you put your ear to the door for better listening.

“I already told you, I can’t. I’ve been leaving this kid home alone far too often for my liking. ……. Where, Roy?! Where can they stay?! Bruce isn’t in the right headspace to have another kid in the manor, and— ow, fuck— it’s not like they have any friends to crash with for the night! ……. Transferred schools. Would’ve been nice if Bruce said something about that, but— ……. Said their Gotham friends live in areas just as bad. Besides, there’s no way in hell I’m letting them step foot back into that hellhole without me being there. ……. ‘Cuz it’s fucking Gotham, Roy! It’s only city in the world that has a death by killer clown statistic!!”

Ah. Another phone call. Dick had been making a lot of those, recently. You never knew who was on the other line, except if it was Bruce or (by rare chance) Alfred, but you had a general idea that it was always one of his super hero friends. Not very many people casually talked about beating up thugs and criminals, after all.

“No— absolutely not. Bruce would be pissed if he found out!! He’d think I’m trying to make them into my sidekick or something, and god knows what happens to them after that. I’ve been through the system, Roy. While I’m not too keen on keeping a kid around, putting them back there is not an option. ……. They’re just— safer in my apartment than anywhere else right now. I can’t have anything happening to them. Not after Jason. Bruce would never forgive me, and I— I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. ……. I’m sorry, Roy. Maybe next time. ……. Yeah. Tell the other Titans I’m thinking about them, okay? ……. Yeah, good luck tonight. Try not to show up on the news. ……. Yup. See you.”

Your ears picked up on a low beep, heralding the end of the call. As Dick let out a string of curses, you couldn’t help but feel… empty. You were more than just a pain in the ass for Dick; you were a full-blown problem. It wasn’t just the fact that you were keeping him from having hero fun. Even if he wasn’t all that fond of you, he still considered you his responsibility, and seemed genuinely worried about your safety when he wasn’t there. You were under the impression that he went out at night to forget you existed, but…

Jason…

Jason was a name you were only vaguely familiar with, usually used as a heavy blow in a Dick v. Bruce argument. While you don’t exactly know the full context, Alfred did make mention once of a kid who lived in Wayne Manor before you (the one who is “no longer with us,” as the butler solemnly said), and upon stumbling into the Batcave by accident, some of the only coherent mutterings he offered were, “Jason,” and “no, not again.”

Again, you didn't know the full context, but it's easy to put together the pieces from there.

A particularly loud curse from the other side of the door brought you back to reality. You at first wondered if you should go out there and make sure your current guardian-figure was okay, but you decided against it, as A.) he was probably just patching himself up from a particularly rough skirmish, and B.) he didn't seem like he was in the mood to see you. Besides, with your thoughts on this Jason kid, you didn't know if you had enough self-control to keep your burning questions locked away on your tongue.

So, instead, you decided to lay back down in your bed, brainstorming ideas to get Dick to talk about Jason.

This was… kind of a terrible way to ask.

Sure, you were curious. The thought had been haunting your thoughts since Bruce’s breakdown, and being out of the loop was slowly eating away at your mind. But maybe you could’ve been less… abrupt… and given Dick a little bit more time to be mentally prepared. It was an extremely sensitive topic, after all, and you knew even he was healing from the aftermath.

You hoped he understood your question wasn’t just morbid curiosity; Jason’s death is in-part the reason you’re here, after all.

Dick stared at you across from the dinner table. His fork had a few pieces of macaroni skewered one the prongs, half-raised to be shoveled into his mouth. Blue eyes stared right through you, blinking owlishly as he presumably tried to process what the fuck you just asked him. All you could do was hunch into yourself in your seat, mentally scolding yourself for how fucking rude your question probably was. Painfully long seconds ticked by with no sort of response, and you eventually decided that the best course of action was to do some preemptive damage control.

“You— actually, you don’t have to answer,” you weakly sputtered. “I’m so sorry, that’s— that was so uncalled for. I’m really sorry, Dick.”

He set his fork down. “No, it’s fine. I’m just… did Bruce not— he never told you?”

You shook your head.

“… Ah,” was his reply. His eyes wandered towards the window, an unreadable expression falling onto his face. He seemed a bit… lost. Which was understandable, as you didn’t exactly give him prep time for a conversation like this. You gave him as much time as he needed to put his thoughts in order.

Finally, he gave an answer. “Killed in action. Ended up in the hands of the Joker, and… well, he didn’t come home. No Robin ever since.”

The flat tone that carved through his words caused your hair to stand on end. He kept the details vague, but you didn’t find yourself minding all that much. If the Joker was involved, it probably wasn’t that much of a lovely story. “So, he was Robin after you?”

A hum of confirmation came from Dick. “The mantle was open, since I took up a new name. After finding out that Bruce was Batman, he practically begged to be trained as Robin.” He slowly brought the fork to his mouth. “That’s what Bruce said, anyway.”

It was then you noticed the silverware rattling from some sort of rhythmic thumping. After a few moments, you realized it was from your knee hitting against the table, causing you to will your legs to stay still. “Um…” you cleared your throat. “Were you… close with Jason?”

“I mean, we were friendly.” He still neglected to make eye contact with you. “I tried to be a good example to him, but I was busy doing my own thing here.” His gaze dropped to the linoleum floor. “Didn’t spend enough time with him.”

A heavy pressure crushed down on your chest. While you didn’t know Jason personally, you were no stranger to the concept of loss, and the more you learned about his death, the more your current situation was starting to make sense. Jason discovered Bruce was Batman. He wanted to be Robin, and Bruce let him. Then he died as Robin. Bruce’s adopted son died on the field, in the costume.

So, after you found out Bruce was Batman… it probably felt all too familiar.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” you practically whispered.

Dick only sighed. “It’s alright, kiddo.” Finally, he raised his eyes to look at you. “Say, how are you doing in that chemistry class?”

… Huh?

The abrupt change in subject was… interesting. But definitely understandable, as talking about Jason’s death probably wasn’t all too pleasant. Guilt started to eat away at your conscious, the thought of making Dick uncomfortable by reminding him of his grief and regrets making your heart feel heavy. So, you merely offered a shrug and said, “uh… I’m doing fine.”

“Thought you were having trouble with valence equations,” he mused.

You could only dumbly stare at him. Okay… this was new territory. Sure, he always asked how school was while picking you up, but this was the first time he’s talked about it at dinner. Then again, this is the first time you two have talked at dinner period, since most dinners were spent eating in total silence, so maybe he was just trying to cleanse the awkward air that you created from randomly inquiring about Jason (because you can't do anything right, apparently).

So, ignoring the warmth that swirled in your chest at the thought of him actually caring about your life outside of the polite, seemingly obligatory after-school exchanges, you indulged.

Blüdhaven nights weren’t all that different from Gotham’s. They could get noisy, the sounds of the city mixing together into one cacophony. You’ve learned how to sleep through it all, and it’s not like it’s all high energy for the entire night; around 1 in the morning, there’s a lull in activity that yields little to no sounds to disturb your slumber. Some would even call this hour the most peaceful that places like Gotham and Blüdhaven can get, despite all of the dubious activities that are probably happening.

So, something like the sound of a window sliding opening is enough to disturb this peace.

It was your window. It sounded like it was right in your room, so it had to be your window. You stayed as petrified as a statue in your bed, the fog of sleepiness immediately airing out of your brain from your nervous system screaming, holy shit, someone is opening my window. Well, maybe, if you continued to stay still, they wouldn’t recognize the obvious lump in the bed, take whatever the fuck they wanted, and be on their merry way. With any luck, Dick was done doing his hero shit, and the unfortunate sap breaking into the apartment would have a run-in with Nightwing.

That’s when a your bed began to creak from a new weight being added to it.

… Ah, shit.

You didn’t move. There was no way in hell you were moving. Even if the intruder seemingly knew you were there, you could do nothing else but stay stagnant in place, waiting for them to make the next move. Maybe, if they touch you, you could swing your arm to hit them and catch them by surprise. That might give you enough time to run, find Dick’s room, and pray to god he’s home. If not, then you could at least lock yourself in his room and hold out until he does.

Your thoughts were cut short when a familiar voice rang out.

“You didn’t lock your window.”

… That bastard—!!

Relief crashed through your body like a tidal wave. A heavy breath tumbled out of your lips — one that you didn’t even know you were holding in — which alleviated the growing pressure in your chest. Now that you could feel your limbs again, you willed away the shiver that wanted to travel through your body as you turned to face this so-called intruder. “Kind of an unconventional way to come home, don’t you think?”

Your eyes met the pearly white lenses of a domino mask. The shadowy figure sitting on your bed had his arms crossed over the unmistakable azure symbol of Nightwing, which, oddly enough, had an intriguing iridescent shimmer under the moonlight. Huh… none of the cameras really pick up that detail, you mentally noted, glancing back and forth between the contrast of matte black and shiny blue. You were no professional superhero costume critic, but it was a nice little touch.

Dick’s tired sigh snapped you out of your thoughts. It was a grim reminder that — oh, yeah — you’re about to get chewed out by your vigilante kind-of-older-brother… at an ungodly hour. “Kid,” he began, the chastising tone you were becoming more and more acquainted with lacing every word, “you can’t keep forgetting to lock everything like that. What if I was some crook, or kidnapper, or worse?”

“Good thing it was just Nightwing coming through my window to give me a heart attack,” you humorlessly mused.

Though you couldn’t see underneath the mask, you knew he was giving you that one unamused stare you’re all too familiar with. “(Y/N), I’m serious. This is about your safety, your life, even. If something bad happens while I’m out, I won’t be able to protect you. For god’s sake, kid. I could be on the other side of Blüdhaven while you’re getting taken, or murdered, or whatever!!” He took a moment to heave another sigh. “Just… promise me you’ll lock your window next time, alright? Please.”

All you could do was wordlessly nod. After taking some time to process what he was saying, you admittedly felt bad. He was right; neglecting to lock your window like that could very well mean death in Blüdhaven. It’s not like growing up in Gotham is any different, so you knew this fact very well. Maybe your time at the manor caused you to become less careful, as it’s unlikely any criminals are hitting up the Wayne residence anytime soon; and it’s not like any of them know about the Bat-level security, either.

A springy click echoed through your room, and you looked up to see Dick inspecting your window (you’ve long stopped questioning how he just teleports like that). After deeming it to be safe, he softly padded towards your door. His hand was on the knob, but he seemed a bit hesitant to turn it. Then, almost as an afterthought, he looked at you over his shoulder and said, “goodnight, kiddo.”

“… Goodnight,” you mumbled.

He was out the door.

Click.

Now alone in your room, you could finally replay what just happened. Dear Big Bro Dickybird just gave you the scare of a lifetime, chastised you about being irresponsible, and left to assumingly go to bed (though you’re not sure if that man actually sleeps or not). The conversation — well, more like lecture — played in your mind, repeating on loop like a broken record… because of course your mind wanted to make you feel guiltier than you already did.

That’s when something weird stuck out to you.

“You can’t keep forgetting to lock everything like that.”

… Keep?

As far as you knew, that was your first time actually forgetting…

So... how did he know?

Thwack.

Before you could even begin to register whatever the fuck just hit your forehead, a teasingly dry voice rang out from above. “Your handwriting really sucks, y'know."

With furrowed brows to showcase your confusion, you forced yourself to sit upright on the couch. A small notepad fell from your chest to the floor, the pages sprawled out from the metal spiral to reveal your list of things you wanted from the store. “I was writing fast,” you grumbled.

"Sure you were," cooed Dick with a less-than-friendly smirk. He then cocked his head to the side, arms crossing over his chest. "Wanted a change of scenery or something?"

You felt your face scrunch up. "What does that mean?"

"You usually watch your dumb little YouTube videos in your room," he explained. "Not sprawled out on my couch."

Honestly, you weren't even going to question how he knew that. Maybe it was that dumb Bat-detective intuition, or the fact that you probably need to start turning the volume on your phone down a notch (thin walls, remember?). Rolling your eyes, you situated yourself so that you were once again lounging comfortably on the couch. "Trying to tell me something, bucko?"

"Yeah, actually." Before you knew it, you were being ripped away from the cushions, an indignant yelp leaving your lips as you dangled mid-air from your legs. You had to adjust to your new upside-down view in order to throw Dick an incredulous glare. The bastard merely offered a shit-eating grin, simply stating, "get off my couch."

"... Could've just told me that," you spat out.

He began to walk you out of the living room. "You wouldn't of listened."

"Wha-- I totally would've!"

"Somehow, I doubt that."

Whatever retort you wanted to throw at him dissolved into a heavy OOMF as he dropped you onto the floor. You found yourself glaring up at him once more as he swiped invisible dust off of his hands, giving you a champion smirk before heading back in the living. You managed to orient yourself into an awkward squat just in time to see him confidently throw himself into the couch cushions.

That asshole just kicked you out of your spot.

You were not about to let that slide.

With an animalistic yell, you began to gallop — yes, gallop; it was a weird mix of running and crawling, as you were already on the floor — at him full speed. He barely had time to react to your charge (as you victoriously noted from his surprised OOF as you pounced on him), and within seconds, the both of you were locked into a fight to the death. Dick might've had the upper hand when it came to combat technique, but what you lacked in experience, you made up in dedication as you tried your damned hardest to push him off of the couch.

"Hey," he wheezed out. "Quit it, you little freak!!"

"You quit it," was your breathy reply. "I was here first!!"

"But it's my couch!!"

"Didn't see you using it!!"

"Just 'cuz I was getting your dumbass groceries!!"

"You were out for a whole-ass hour!!"

Despite giving it your all, the battle was beginning to turn against you as Dick managed to wrestle your upper body between his forearm and bicep. He eventually managed to pin your viciously kicking legs under his arm, and looking back on it, the scene probably looked reminiscent of a zookeeping holding down a trashing crocodile. This didn't deter you however, as you began to gnaw at his forearm, drawing a sound of disgust from your captor. "I had to spend, like, 30 minutes trying to decipher your shit handwriting," he scoffed. "Now can you just accept defeat and stop biting me!?"

You tried to respond with something along the lines of, "not until you give me my spot back," but it came out as garbled nonsense with your mouth full of his forearm. He aggressively told you to repeat yourself (probably under the pretense that you were giving him some major lip), and during the time you relieved his skin of your teeth to say something much worse than you initially did, a cheerful little tune began to play from Dick's pocket.

"... Hold that thought," he murmured.

Respectfully, you kept still and allowed him to use one of his hands to fish his phone out of his hoodie (you thought about using this as an opportunity to escape, but that would go against the unspoken rules of battle). He squinted his eyes to read the caller ID, only to heave a frustrated groan. “Bruce,” he curtly informed you. You were about to ask if he wanted some privacy, when he suddenly released you from his hold and sent you careening towards the ground. So, taking that as an answer, you scrambled off of the floor and headed towards your room, phone somehow materializing in your hand in the process.

From your room, the call sounded so faint.

… Maybe the walls weren’t as thin as you initially thought they were.

You let out a jet of hot air through your teeth. “The hell is taking him so long?”

The time was 3:50, but Dick’s old car was nowhere to be seen in your school’s parking lot. You shot hit a text 5 minutes ago that has yet to be read, and if you were being honest, you were more anxious than annoyed. Dick was never late to pick-up. Late to drop-off, sure (there was one time you showed up to school at 11:25 due to him sleeping in from a late-night drug bust, and you got the pleasure of making up an embarrassing excuse at the expense of Dick’s pride to the front office), but never pick-up.

So, this meant one of two things; he’s finally forgotten about you, or there’s an emergency.

Just as you were debating on checking the local news, your phone buzzed in your hand, screen lighting up to reveal a message from Bastard. You could feel your apprehension melting away as you unlocked your phone to read his message:

robbery going on

… Ah. That explains the spike in police siren activity going on around you.

You were about to shoot him a classic, “what the fuck” text, but his typing bubble popped up. After a second, another message followed:

gonna be late

Okay, now you decided to send your, “what the fuck.”

The read status under your text didn’t show up until a few minutes later (because that’s what you needed in this moment; more anxiety), and he immediately got to typing.

sorry kiddo

stay put

be there in a sec

Your shaky fingers managed to type him a message along the lines of, “be careful, good luck,” which was left unread by him. A snake of apprehension began to squeeze at your lungs, making it harder and harder to breathe. You had to force yourself to suck in a good bit of air to calm your nerves. Maybe he was just busy kicking some ass, that’s all. He’s stopping a whole-ass robbery from happening, so it’s not like he can keep up with your messages. Besides, he told you he would be there “in a sec,” so he’s probably wrapping everything up now.

Calm down, (Y/N), you scolded yourself. Your brother is Nightwing. He’ll be fine.

That’s when you witnessed an explosion light up the sky.

It was distant, but big enough to send a low rumble through the ground. You watched in absolute horror as the violent orange and yellow dissipated from behind the cityscape, leaving an inky trail of smoke behind as its calling card. More and more sirens of different origins — police, fire, ambulance — were overlapping in a terrible harmony, though it was hard to process from the brazen ringing in your ears, clogging your brain out from the outside world.

Oh, shit.

What if that was—?!

You desperately fumbled with your phone, unlocking it to reveal your still unread message to Dick. You were hoping for some sort of sorry about that text, or at the very least to see his typing bubble, but you were met with radio silence. Apprehension became pure fear when your thoughts began to race. Something bad happened to Dick. There’s no way in hell an explosion happened coincidentally, so something bad just happened.

Not good, not good, not good at all…!!

It took longer than you wanted to get your fingers to type something:

Dick??

Dick, you okay??

I saw that, are you okay??

Dick??

Dick??

… Nothing.

You resorted to calling him.

… Beeeeeeeeep…

… Beeeeeeeeep…

… Beeeeeeeeep…

“Come on,” you muttered. “Come on, come on, come on, pick up—!!”

… Beeeeeeeep…

…

“Hey, you’ve reached the voice mail of Dick Grayson, just shoot me a text and I’ll—”

You hung up.

This was bad. This was so bad. Something bad is happening, and you’re not even sure if Dick’s okay. Hell, you saw how big that explosion was. Is he even fucking alive?!

You couldn’t help but utter a watery, “no…”

You’re not going through this again.

Without a second to spare, your legs began to carry you forward in a full sprint. You weren’t exactly sure where the explosion went off, and it’s not like you’re all that familiar with Blüdhaven just yet to know where any possible candidates for a robbery could be, but you followed the smoke pillars like a beacon, gauging how close you were based on the surrounding sirens. People stood like statues on the sidewalks to ogle at evidence of destruction wafting through the sky, and no cars dared to run you over as you cut through the streets.

“Come on, Dick,” you said between huffs. “Please— please be okay..!!”

He had to be okay.

You couldn’t lose someone else in your life.

[skyesdaisys]

character's i write for

welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for

requests: temporarily closed

bolded names are ones i really wanna write for

yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)

dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)

fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)

teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)

american horror story (violet harmon, kit walker, lana winters, zoe benson, madison montgomery, kyle spencer, misty day, cordelia goode, jimmy darling, tristan duffy, ally mayfair-richards, kai anderson, winter anderson, mallory, brooke thompson, montana duke)

the summer I turned pretty (jeremiah fisher, belly conklin, taylor jewel, shayla wang, conrad fisher)

miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), roronoa zoro (one piece live action), daisy johnson (agents of shield), zach dempsey (13 reasons why), nate archibald (gossip girl)

another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)

i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers

and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)

[lovely-lady-lumps]

Target is a Dangerous Place

October writing 2

Pairing: Richard "Dick" Grayson x Gn!Reader

Summary: You and Dick take a trip to Target during October.

Word count: 736

  A blast of cool air gently blows your hair back as you walk through the doors of Target. The smell of coffee, popcorn, and plastic that can only be associated with Halloween decorations invades your nose. People talking mixed with beeping and wheels clicking echoes throughout the store. Dick is behind you and you can hear him take a deep breath, excitement clear on his face as he leaves your side to grab a cart. Once in hand he turns to you for guidance on where to go, his eyebrows lifted in question.

  “Okay, so first things first, the dollar section.” You smile and quickly walk ahead of him. Your hand beckons him to follow you.

  “There anything specific you’re looking for?” Dick asks, pushing the cart in your direction.

  You’ve already rounded the corner to see the small trinkets, your head poking over the top. “Nope.”

  He chuckles and pushes the cart to be next to you, immediately picking up a small white pumpkin mug from the middle $3 shelf when he’s there. It’s nothing special, no design on it and like a child’s cup, and he almost puts it back. A bright orange glint catches his attention before he does right below the others. He lets out a dramatic gasp and quickly picks it up, holding them side by side next to his face.

  “Babe, babe look. We could have matching mugs. And they’re only three dollars.” He shows them off to you with an open smile and wide eyes.

  You pause in the middle of grabbing a candle and look over at him, laughing at his excitement, “Put them in the buggie.”

  He does as much before dropping into a squat in front of the bottom shelf to look past the mugs. You put the candle back in place and walk to his side, squatting beside him.

  “Did you even look at the stuff on top? They’re all one dollar.” You ask, reaching into the back to grab a black spiderweb shaped tray.

  “That’s what I look at last.”

  “Why?” You stand to put the tray with the mugs and drop back down to keep searching.

  “I’ll want more from that section.” He explains in a ‘duh’ tone. 

  “Oh, my bad.” You raise your hands in mock surrender.

  “Yeah, your bad.” He scoffs.

  You laugh and lightly shove him and he grips the arm you hit as if in pain. He hisses, falling over onto his side, moaning about how ‘the love of his life betrayed him’. Panic makes you stand up and push the cart to the end of the short aisle, not being the first time he’s done this. A young couple walks by, their faces a mix of cringing and confusion. All you can do is smile and wave awkwardly.

  “Do not. Get up. Please. Dick, stand up.” You plead even though you’re laughing quietly.

  “Oh the pain! It hurts! Why?!” Dick cries out from the floor.

  “Richard,” You chuckle. “Get up!”

  His head shoots up from the floor to glare at you in offense. “You used my real name!”

  “And I’ll use it again if you don’t get up.” You threaten.

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Richard…” You start. His eyes squint, daring you.

  “John…” He still says nothing. 

  “Richard John Grayson, get off the floor.” As soon as you say it he’s up on his feet, mouth agape yet smiling.

  “I can’t believe you said it!”

  “Yes and it sounds like I’m talking to a child. You’re a grown man, Dick.”

  “Well you don’t have to talk to me like a kid.”

  “You were on the floor!” You whisper yell once he’s by your side again. 

  “Yeah, and who’s fault is that?” He scoffs.

  “Not mine. This is not what we’re here for!” You try to sound mad but he can hear a smile in your voice.

  “Fine, fine. Let’s keep looking.” He kisses your temple as he moves you away from the cart so he can push it himself.

  He doesn’t get far before he’s picking up a ghost pillow with a proud high pitched ‘ah!’ thrown your way. It’s put in the basket before you can say otherwise. Not that you would.

  “We’re gonna spend so much money.” You shake your head in amusement.

  He doesn’t even turn around, picking up another item. “Your fault for bringing me. Target is a dangerous place.”

[hearts4robs]

◼️☕️ Richard Dick John Grayson ☕️◼️

🍯 ➛ Tea for two☕️ 【Dick Grayson x f!reader】

🍯 ➛ A little lower-, ow, yeah 【Dick Grayson x gn!reader】

☕️ ➛ You and your fucking fingers. 【Dick Grayson x gn!reader】

[niphredil-14]

Secrets Unmasked -- Dick Grayson X Platonic!GN! Reader

Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: kidnapping, anxiety, mentions of rape and violence (not depicted), accidental misgendering A/N: Didn't include full description in title because it would have been a lot, but the "Y/n" character in this is a femme passing non-binary person. This fic includes mentions of people perceiving them to be a woman, if you are uncomfortable reading about this, please do not continue.

The cool, damp air was suffocating, getting caught in their throat, providing almost as much discomfort as the flimsy wooden chair their arms were tied around, small chips of cheap wood attempting to sink into their skin. They were seated in the middle of the small room, and though they glanced around, the darkness hid most from their sight, aside from the slight glint of metal on a table a few yards away from them. Most likely weapons of some kind. Somewhere behind them, a door creaked open, though they couldn’t turn their head enough to see who had entered. It wasn’t left a mystery for very long however, as their captor walked into the small circle of light that had been cast around their chair. He had been easily recognized by them as the new, up-and-coming villain from the news a few days prior. He had dramatically failed at robbing a bank, and had escaped by the skin of his teeth, entirely due to pure luck, which was only one of his many failed attempts at crime. It took only a glance to tell just how anxious he was, his fingers twitching slightly, and his eyes dancing around the room, never staying in one place for long. Though, his shoulders were pushed down and back, and his chin was held high, all in a poor attempt to hide his nerves. Clearing his throat, he took a shaky breath and began,

“Don’t bother screaming, cause nobody is gonna hear you! So just, don’t waste your breath, you’re, uh, you’re gonna need it!” If his fear wasn’t noticeable before he started talking, it most certainly was after. They sat silently, staring at their captor with disgust burning bright in their eyes. Seemingly pleased with their dissatisfaction and silence, he went on. “You probably saw me the other day, my daring escape, my skill,” his voice got steadier as he continued his speech, gaining confidence from his own praise. “And don’t worry, babe, you are right to be scared speechless, I don’t blame you one bit, especially knowing what we’ve got in store for today.” They looked on unimpressed, a silent mockery of his monologue, sounding as though it had been stolen from an amateur playwright. He had already talked himself up into his own little world, completely unaware of their lack of fright, and so absorbed in his self-hype that he failed to notice them fidgeting in their seat, too preoccupied with rambling through the rest of his sad attempt of a speech. And by the time that he realized his mistake, they had held the rope out in front of them, a small smirk gracing their features, cutting him off mid-sentence.

“A word of advice, next time you try to kidnap someone, read a bondage wikihow beforehand.” His shock lasted only until they stood and made a move to leave. That’s when surprise turned to panic, and he lunged. He was most certainly fast, but not fast enough, their hands finding his bicep and wrist, as they turned and fell to their knees, propelling him forward. They hurried back to their feet, and went to knock their prior captor unconscious. Just as their foot connected with his head, the door slammed open with a crash, and in stormed Nightwing, accompanied by a few other vigilantes. The rope marks on their wrist, and the mask on his face was a dead giveaway as to who kidnapped who, and the vigilantes had been quick to grab the wannabe villain and restrain him. While the vigilantes had been tying him up, the ex-kidnapee had wandered around the room, picking through things here and there, searching for their belongings, wanting to get home to their apartment and to go to sleep as soon as possible. As they were about to bend down to grab their phone, Nightwing kneeled before them, picking up the device and holding it out to them.

“Here you go, this is yours, right?” He smiled up at them when they nodded and took the phone from his palm, blue finger stripes almost glowing in the partial light from the dingy lamp hanging from the ceiling. “Sorry we took so long to get here, are you alright?”

“Thanks to his shoddy knotwork skills, yeah, I’m fine.” Standing up to his full height before them, they had to admit, there was a strange, familiar feeling to Nightwing, though they couldn’t quite place it. He chuckled at their response.

“They seem like they’ve got the rest handled, are you sure you’re okay? Do you want me to walk you home?”

“No, that’s alright, I’m fine.” They responded and walked out the door, feeling his eyes follow them until the door slammed shut behind them.

 The walk back to their apartment was just as uncomfortable as predicted, given the nature of Gotham in the dark hours of the night. Not the moon nor the stars were bright enough to shine through the thick, dreary fog that encompassed the city, leaving only the flickering streetlights to illuminate the path. The wind seemed to cut right through them, howling and moaning as it came and went. The cracked and uneven pavement almost breathing and moving, seemingly with the intent to trip them. Even the slight specks of light in the shadows, actually lighters and cell phones, or flashlights and the barely-there glow of dull shop signs, and a plethora of other small illuminations, seemed to their anxiety-ridden mind to be many wide eyes, following their being as they walked. Their strides were long, quick, and purposeful, darting around any obstacle that tried to block their path, never stilling, and keeping their head down and eyes up. What was no more than twenty minutes felt like hours, though they finally reached their doorstep. Placing the key in its slot and turning the knob, a layer of their anxiety was locked outside after the click of the door locking into place. They had done well at masking their fear, even if it was only a newbie villain, and within the confines of their own home, were finally able to lift their mask, and pad to the kitchen for a well-deserved snack. They went through the motions of their nightly routine, the remaining fear floating around them, fogging their vision and pounding in their head. This fear spiked for a moment, as they lay in bed, when they heard the apartment’s door swing open and shut with a bang, muffled by the wall. The anxiety faded a bit when they identified the footsteps as belonging to their roommate, Dick. He had been one of their closest friends for ages, and his presence had been a comfort to them for as long as they knew him. There was just something about his cheerful disposition and nurturing tendencies that made them feel safe. ‘Perfect.’ He was just what they needed in that moment. Waiting a few minutes so as to give him time to settle down from his day and get comfortable, they lie motionless, bits of fear still swirling around them, mocking them, poking at them, whispering in their ear. Soon the waiting became tortuous, knowing that comfort was only a couple walls away. They got up and walked to his bedroom door, which was closed, before giving a knock and waiting for his voice to call out,

“Come in.” Opening the door just slightly and slipping inside, closing it behind them, they stood awkwardly. 

“Hi.” They mumbled. Asking for comfort was much more difficult than wanting it. He offered them a small smile, the crease between his eyes evidence of his concern. 

“Rough day, Sweetheart?” The nickname, though platonic, sent warmth through them, setting them slightly more at ease. They huffed.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” Their fingers stopped twisting around themselves, and their shoulders lost their tension. “Can I stay with you tonight?” It wasn’t the first time they had fallen asleep next to one another, an occurrence far from uncommon for the two of them. Innumerable were the moments they had slept in each other’s arms, or one of them had rested their head upon the other’s shoulder or lap. He smiled and lifted the covers, moving over as they got in, giving them the side farthest from the door, just another one of his silent comforts, an act of protection, showing them that their comfort and safety were both priorities to him. Once they were adjusted, he wrapped himself around them, his chest to their back, their shield for the night. 

“You wanna talk about it?” They sighed. 

“I had a run in with some loser, beginner villain today. Tied to a chair, listened to their cringy monologue, you know the schtick. I probably wasn’t in any real danger, I shouldn't still be so worked up, but the walk back home afterwards sucked too, it felt like everything had it out for me.”

“Y/n,  you were kidnapped. That’s scary, you’ve got every right to be shaken up.” 

“I guess.” They mumbled. 

“What about the vigilantes? None of them offered to walk you home, or do anything else to help?” He asked. They turned back to look at him, raising a singular eyebrow. 

“I never said the vigilantes showed up. How’d you know it wasn’t the police?”

“Be realistic, Sweetheart, when do the police in this city get anywhere before the vigilantes?” He teased.

“Dick, you are the police, should you really be shit-talking yourself?” They retorted. He laughed along with them, the tension dissipating. They took a deep-breath and answered his question. “Nightwing found my phone and offered to walk me home.” 

“And you declined?”

“Can you blame me? He’s a guy I don’t know and most people who don’t know me think I’m a girl. It’d be dangerous for me to take him up on that offer.”

“Isn’t he supposed to be one of the good guys, though?” 

“You should know better than anybody that you can’t assume somebody’s good just because they do good things. Besides I’d be way more wary of the heroes of this city than any lowlife scumbag, the rando I might stand a chance against. Also, you’ve gotta admit that it’s a bit suspicious. I mean, who would dedicate that much of their time to helping other people for nothing in return, especially in this city. When you look feminine to people, you can’t afford to trust any masculine person.” Dick seemed to think about their statement for a moment before speaking again. 

“What about me? You seem to trust me.” They scoffed.

“Of course I trust you, Dick. You’ve earned it. I didn’t trust you when we first met, but frankly, if you wanted to rape, torture, and kill me, you could have by now. I mean, you’ve had plenty of opportunities.” He frowned.

“What if I were Nightwing?” 

“Haha, very funny, Grayson. I know you’re not Nightwing.” 

“How do you know that? I look like him, I work late hours, my acrobatic background means I can do everything he can, I come home with all sorts of injuries. You don’t think that’s at all weird?” They turned to face him, his face serious. 

“But,” They hesitated. “You’re not, right?” He sighed and got out of bed, walking over to his closet and pulling out a black duffel bag. Hefting it up onto his shoulder, he walked it over to them and placed it on the bed. He made no move to open it, just stood there, motionless, waiting for them. Slowly, cautiously, they unzipped the bag, breath catching in their throat as they were met with the sight of a domino mask, a dark blue and black suit, as well as a pair of what seemed to be batons. He stood, patiently awaiting any reaction they might have. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean any of that in a mean way, I just-” 

“I know, you don’t need to apologize. Hadn’t realized I was so intimidating to people other than villains.” He gave them a soft smile. 

“Why are you telling me this now?” They asked, lifting the mask and turning it over in their hands.

“I don’t want you to be afraid of me, I want you to know that if you’re ever out and need help, you can come to me, that I won’t hurt you. I’m here for you, you know?” He heaved a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, somehow always fluffy and shiny, complimented even more by the soft light of the lamp. 

“Thanks, Dick. I’m sorry.” They placed the mask back in the bag and zipped it up. 

“No worries, I mean, you’re right to be cautious, always better safe than sorry.” He smiled softly at them, carting the duffel bag back to his closet, then getting back in bed, wrapping himself around them once again, enjoying the feel of their arms wrapping around him too. “I’m sorry for freaking you out.” 

“Don’t be, you were just trying to help.” A few minutes of silence passed, both of them enjoying the serenity and peace of being enveloped by the other, the navy woolen sheets and warm glow of his bedside table lamp only adding to the calm environment. 

“You feeling better now?” He asked. 

“Mmm, much.” They replied. And with their affirmation, he placed a kiss atop the crown of their head, which quickly formed into a serene smile as the two drifted to sleep.

[midnight-pluto]

COFFEE: PG.02 — Newfound Regular

COFFEE: Tim Drake x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: Tim meets a barista that gives him what he needed most - a large coffee with way to many shots of espresso. Though what happens when just a single action changes the other’s life, forever?

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SPECIAL NOTE: bro I was editing this chapter in class and someone went

“Is that wattpad?”

LIKE SIRBFORBDJRNEAM

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

Could I request a headcanon of treating their injuries for the batboys/batboy of ur choice ? Thanks !!

Of course! I'll do Richard, Jason, Tim and (obv aged up) Damian, because I can't decide 😅

Batboys x gn!reader

My Navigation is here.

Warnings: relatively non-descriptive injuries and a bit of blood

Richard Grayson

Pouts at you

He doesn't like you scowling, even if it's at the fact that he got hurt as you wrap his knuckles

Sometimes he even moves forward to face your downward glance, lips jutted forward and sporting dramatic puppy dog eyes

When he sees you roll your eyes at him, the corner of your lips slightly raising, he just jolts up to raise his arms in victory

Before promptly groaning, having forgotten his injuries

You just send him a deadly glare, surpessing the urge to playfully hit him, and he responds with an apologetic grin

Jason Todd

Soft'n'quiet

Just how he deserves

Watching your gentle hands take care of his rough ones

Leans into your touch when you take care of any cuts and bruises on his face

Heart blooming at your care

Also looks at you with big eyes, but for a wholly different reason

Honestly thinks you are an angel send from heaven every time

He gets really clingy after, wanting you to hold him close and play with his hair

Tim Drake

Sheepish as hell

Will drag himself into the apartment with an apologetic smile and a "sorry, baby" leaving his chapped lips in a rasp

Presses kisses to your cheek every once in a while as a quiet thank you

Nearly falls asleep on you, but does his best not to!

You nearly have to carry him to bed, where he finally collapses, glad to be engulfed by your shared smell

Wants you to face each other so he can see your face before falling asleep

Damian Wayne

It used to be a bit of an argument

Him telling you that he's fine with one arm hanging limply at his side and blood all over his clothes

Nowadays he just calmly tells you he needs to be patched up

Sometimes you don't even think it's serious with how calmly he informs you of his injuries

Until you see him, pale as the moon, on the verge of passing out

Overall, he enjoys watching you patch him up and, while he won't really say it out loud, likes the way you make him feel taken care of

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Mushy ~ Nightwing

A/n: So I haven’t written in a while huh? Well let’s not dwell on that that... or the fact that this request came in like centuries ago didkdkdkd

Request: “(a member of the team) and dick are already in a relationship but neither bothered to tell anyone. whenever the two are with the team or (anyone really) they just keep each other company & don't interact much in front of people (both are content with this tho) so the team find out by walking in on them when they're alone at the base and being lovey dovey dorks 💙 (a bet may have been made among a few of the members)” by anon!

Word Count: 2600+

Warnings: Brief violence. Pain. Kinda graphic.

MASTERLIST

Dating was hard. So was being a super hero. Combining the two was a whole other level of ridiculous.

Dick had far too much experience with dating people he worked with. He had never been one to push separating pleasure from business if the opportunity arose, but Y/n always had been. They had watched Dick go through girlfriends one after the other - and it was always ruined by being a superhero. Seeing that Dick wasn’t one to be a player, and ended on good terms in all of those relationships, it was obvious that dating superheroes didn’t work. So when Y/n started to have feelings for him...

Listen having feelings for Richard Grayson was one thing. It was risky on its own. Dick was a great guy but he also had a lot of responsibility and it left little time for a relationship. Which meant that when Dick called Y/n out on their feelings, Y/n made him set immediate rules if they were going to date. He had to treat them like any of the other team - they could take care of themself, it wasn’t his job to take care of them. With that, no PDA. They couldn’t be coupley - it was distracting and if they didn’t end up working out it would mess up the team. Dick, more than willing to go through the relationship and try it out however it needed to go, agreed immediately. He had tried the open and adorable and flirty thing and it had failed, so why not try something new?

It was surprisingly easy. The two had already worked well before, but as they grew to love each other even more and learn more about the other, their trust and understanding grew. They went from functional to exceptional. Any team with both of them would succeed - no matter what. They didn’t have to talk, a simple touch or look and they understood each other. The team tried to communicate as much as possible and with Megan connecting everyone telepathically it wasn’t often needed, but when it was? Everyone was very grateful for the new dynamic duo.

As much as Y/n and Dick were very lowkey and casual, their growing connection went very noticed by everyone around them. It started with their closest friends of course, but very quickly branched out to even those who didn’t know them well. Even without the usual flirting and blushing and flusterness they were used to seeing with in-team dating, they had an undeniable chemistry. An energy, like a chord that tied them together. So thick and present that it was almost tangible.

They always sat and stood close to each other, and even if they never were touchier than with anyone else or didn’t explicitly move to be together, it was odd that they just happened to be side by side. Like they were subconsciously staying close by each other even if there was nothing going on. They came and left together a lot, usually passing it off as being engaged in some kind of conversation or plan. They usually went on patrol together unless they had a specific need for someone else or Dick was taking one of the other Robins for mentor stuff.

They just... clicked. And everyone could tell.

It became very normal for the two to be casual, even though they’d been dating only a few months. They went on dates, and the Batfam all knew they were dating of course - even without talking about it. They still had their domestic and romantic moments as well. They just got used to existing together. That was their love language.

That changed one day when Y/n got hurt.

Dick had been back at the compound. It was a big mission and Y/n had ended up with Tim. The two weren’t as fluid as Y/n and Dick, but they did have a certain flow that Bruce and Dick both thought would be a good influence for Tim. So the duo had set out, and for a while everything had been okay. It was only a recon mission - get intel, get out. They had underestimated security though and Y/n had barely pulled Tim out of the way of an arrow that sunk into a wood wall where Tim’s head had been.

The fight wasn’t too bad. The thugs were slow and awkward. They were used to Tim - this was Gotham after all and Red Robin wasn’t a new player in the game - but they had never seen Y/n before and as they were a super powered individual and not just a well stocked tool belt and incredible amount of smarts, the usual tricks that were used against the Batfam... didn’t work on Y/n.

The problem arose in numbers. There were so many of them, and it was far too soon that the two were outnumbered and back to back as even their combined efforts were not showing any openings to snag an upper hand. Y/n, whose powers were based on the flight their wings gave them, was not having an easy time maneuvering in such a small space as the thugs closed in. And they could have just flown off, but there were snipers on the roof and they couldn’t move fast enough to get out of range while also carrying Tim. They’d have been shot down. Even now it was risky - they were lucky they were in the cover of so many trees.

There was the sound of some kind of gun - not armed with bullets, as it soon became obvious, but anchors that caught Y/n’s wings and yanked. Hard. They dodged several of the things, but it made it even harder to fight while trying to hide their large target wings from such attacks while also fighting the other people. Tim eventually got caught up in the dodging, fighting, and trying to avoid messing up Y/n, and slammed into their back on accident. The space they both had was too small now and Y/n tripped, losing their balance. It left an opening for one of the anchors finally implanted into the side of Y/n’s right wing. All the person had to do was yank and they weren’t only thrown off balance - they were distracted by an incredibly sharp pain that wracked their entire body.

Dick was screaming in Y/n’s ear piece, something about back up coming and being careful and holding in there and- and something else, but Tim and Y/n couldn’t pay attention or respond. Tim was suddenly doubled up on enemies as another anchor hit the bottom of Y/n’s right wing, and then another hit their left finally. They were being yanked, this time in three very different directions. Not only the pain of being pulled like that, but also in near opposite directions - like being pulled in half - set their body on fire.

They were blinded by vision that was going white with agony, a scream ripping from them with every yank. It went from fighting to defending as they simply tried to pry off the anchors and push the other people away from them. But it was too much and another anchor caught them - this time sinking into their arm. Seconds later their opposite leg was caught too, and they couldn’t even move. Dick had gone silent and Tim had taken his place, screaming Y/n’s name. But they had been separated and he had his own problems to deal with.

In the end, backup got there just in time. Y/n had been caught in several places, and was immobile as they got the shit kicked out of them. Garth, M’gann and Zatana showed up in time for the rescue, finishing off the rest of the thugs and scooping Y/n and Tim onto the ship and away from Gotham. They all returned to the cave alive, even as Y/n had been very messed up.

It wasn’t long before Y/n was okay. They had been out of commission for about a week, more for psychological reasons than physical ones. The team had a healer now and Y/n had only let her in, wanting to be alone for a while to go through the course of events in their head and process what had happened. Black Canary had helped, and then they were back and just fine, if a little sensitive wing wise and a little jumpy when it came to missions.

Dick hadn’t seen his partner in a week. They had texted and called, but they had begged him to give them a second because they were having a hard time handling what had happened. Dick had tried to come out of costume and without the team, but things kept coming up - suddenly a week was gone. Y/n understood and soothed his worry and guilt, but it still didn’t change that when they finally were back, Dick was a little protective.

When one of the younger kids asked about it, Dick explained that as team leader he felt very guilty for being partly responsible for the harm that Y/n experienced that night. It was a good excuse, especially as everyone on the team cared very deeply about each other and everyone felt just as upset about Y/n being hurt as Dick did (if maybe a little less, as Dick was their boyfriend). Even as valid as it was, they all knew the truth. They couldn’t imagine what it would be like to watch someone you loved go through that, so everyone gave them as much space as possible.

It was early morning and everyone was either not awake, at school, or at work. Y/n had switched to online school, excusing it as being super sick. They usually bind their wings for public stuff and it was just fine, but with their new sensitivities it had grown from slightly annoying to suffocating and even painful. Not wanting to stay home and worry their parents, they had taken to doing school in the cave. Dick had graduated, so he no longer had school and he didn’t need to work so when he didn’t want to - he didn’t. That meant that even early like it was, Y/n was sat on the couch with their laptop, backpack, and notes out, wings stretch out and resting gently, when Dick entered the cave.

Immediately Y/n rose an eyebrow. “You never come over this early,” they pointed out.

Dick shrugged. “I know you’ve been having a hard time sleeping with your wings, so I gaurentee you slept in and haven’t eaten breakfast yet.”

Usually Y/n wouldn’t hesitate to call him out on such a blatant excuse to be around them, but honestly he was right and they were very happy to see him. On top of that, they hated to be alone and no one else was in the cave so they could be a little coupley without it being a big deal.

“Fine,” they relented. Dick, who had predicted as much, was already starting his work in the kitchen. Y/n didn’t bother him with questions or breakfast cravings - Dick knew their favorites and preferences. Instead they focused on class, headphones in and pen working across their sheet as they took notes along with the lesson. It seemed only minutes later when Dick appeared next to them. He set two plates down, and then left again to return with two glasses of orange juice as well. He set the glasses on the coffee table where he had put the plates before. Then he plopped onto the couch next to them. His arm went around their shoulders, holding then to him rather than just resting like they usually did. There was a desperation to it - almost like he was reassuring himself they were there at all.

Y/n didn’t give him crap for throwing them off balance and almost making them drop their laptop. They just readjusted and curled into his side. On one knee they watched the stream and on the other they balanced the plate they had grabbed. They ate as they watched and Dick watched with them. He snagged an ear bud and they listened together. When Y/n got confused - he could tell because they froze while eating - he would quickly explain it a different way and they’d nod before continuing.

Once they were done eating, Dick gathered the dirty dishes and left the couch. He cleaned it all up before returning with a large blanket. Y/n smiled as he settled next to them again, this time full pulling them almost into his lap. They chuckled, readjusting once again. “You’re being incredibly distracting Richard,” they teased.

Dick smiled softly. “How ever will you cope?”

They looked at him, an eyebrow quirked in an annoyed expression. Unfortunately their blush ruined it, especially as their lips curled into a smile. “I suppose I’ll tolerate you. Just a little.” They both chuckled and then leaned forward, stealing a long, gentle kiss. His hand rose to cup their face, thumb brushing their cheek and jaw over and over again. Comforting. Loving. They sighed into the kiss, melting into him completely.

Finally Y/n pulled away and they cuddled closer, Y/n’s head falling on Dick’s shoulder and their legs draped over his lap. They returned their attention to the class, Dick’s chin resting on top of Y/n’s head. He caught them up on what they’d missed while distracted by him and they laughed breathily. They were practically glowing as he held them. It was an incredible relief to be reunited after such a harrowing experience and time apart. Perhaps it was why they stayed like that even as the first class ended and the second started.

What they notice was that time was passing. They knew it logically, but both were immersed in the class and their own reunion and the relief and comfort and love they both felt - they didn’t even register the ticking of the clock or the rising of the sun, let alone Connor coming into the room to get some breakfast of his own.

Connor stopped in the doorway, surprised to see the couple so... coupley, I guess. There was something so tender and domestic about them cuddling up, chatting about class when Y/n needed it. Connor almost felt like he was walking into a personal bedroom, witnessing a very private and intimate moment. He had never seen them so like this, and his definition of love between them had become standing close and making eye contact while talking. This was a whole new level of precious.

When the shock wore off, a glowing grin took his place. Someone walked up behind him. “What are you-“ the voice that obviously belonged to Raquel cut off with a gasp as she noticed the same scene he had. “Oh my god.”

Connor chuckled. Y/n and Dick looked over just in time for Connor to hold out his palm, and Raquel, speechless, reached into her pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill. She placed it in his hand and he smirked before going to make breakfast.

They had made a wager on whether Y/n and Dick were together or not. Interesting.

Dick smiled to himself. “We should do this more often. I like seeing their reactions to us.”

Y/n hummed, nodding. “Okay.” Their answer made Dick soften, and he sunk deeper into the couch like he had gone a little limp.

Raquel shook her head before moving to the kitchen with Connor. Now that she had gotten over her shock she was determined for breakfast as well. She simply looked at Connor and rolled her eyes. “Simp.”

Connor actually snorted in amusement. “You’re surprised?”

That made Raquel giggle. “Fair enough.”