thebatdadnomad

[thebatdadnomad]

𝕄𝕠𝕟 𝔸𝕞𝕚

Pairing: Dick Grayson x GN! Reader Summary: That time that Dick fell in (seemingly) unrequited love with his informant friend. Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (end)

Dick and your friendship was unlikely but made possible by your shared continued commitment to stopping tragedies.

You liked being an informant enough to continue the gig, which meant Dick saw you – a pretty civilian he otherwise wouldn’t have ever ran into – here and there.

The first time that came to mind was the social hosted to celebrate stopping the war that originally brought you to them. It was an odd event. For one, all the informants and new recruits were invited to what would usually be a smaller affair. For two, considering that most of the team on that case were Titans, and the sheer number of games they had, it was hosted at their base instead of the Watchtower. And for three, it was held on a weekday because of an upcoming storm.

Everyone was still in costume, so it wasn’t as though the informants or new recruits couldn’t attend, it was just Dick hadn’t expected anyone would have the guts to. He especially hadn't predicted that you would be here, nor had he expected that his heart rate would pick up so suddenly at the sight of your legs in those shorts.

But it did and Dick decided to do what he did best and rolled with it, gently patting you on the shoulder, intent on pretending to have nothing but platonic intentions with you who clearly had no interest in him. Especially since he had told himself to forget about you and his feelings the moment he realised that.

"Hi," he greeted.

You jumped, whipping around with an empty cup once you recognised him. Dick’s originally small smile grew wide without his permission.

"Hi. Don't do that please," you smiled right back, quickly pushing his arm away. While you were visibly better rested, you still had that polite stiffness to you. Dick wondered if it would ever go away and then shot down that thought. It wasn’t as though he was planning on being around to see. "You scared me."

"Sorry, sometimes I forget I have light footsteps. My social skills could use a bit of work…"

You huffed. "That’s not true. According to what Wonder Girl said, you're a charmer."

"Oh really?" Dick smirked, unable to control it again.

"Yeah," you easily nodded. "So, I’m looking forward to that. How are you doing?"

"I'm alright. What about you?" Dick continued before you could answer, and dutifully flashed his most charming expression. "How is the gig going?"

You tilted your head in question like a cute baby bird. Oh man. "What, being an informant? It's fine. It's good. Scary, too, but very fulfilling. It feels like I'm actually doing something useful with my life for once so I like it. And! I get to make so many new friends I would have never met," you turned away and looked towards the rowdy group of heroes in the middle of the room with poorly hidden awe. "I don't know if you know this, but your friends have already started to call me an honorary Titan. At least that’s what Captain Fission said.”

"I shouldn’t be surprised," Dick returned even though he was. It's not like the Titans were clique-ish, especially since every member had been excluded from the masses and never wanted to replicate that feeling amongst themselves. But you must've really hit it off with the others tonight for them to be calling you that. Although, thinking back to how he felt in that hallway you first properly met in, Dick wasn't all that surprised.

If he was charming, you were the charm master. Nice. Witty. Endearing. Irrefutably good. And he doubted you even noticed that drew people in.

You shrugged. "I guess we’ve been getting along, so they think about me in that way now. I know this is the second time us two have met," you looked back at him once more, with an expression equally open as it was unsure, and Dick nearly melted into the floor. Reign it in, Grayson, reign it in. "So maybe it's a bit soon to say we're friends, but...”

"No!" He yelled, making you flinch away. Dick laughed it off as best as he could. Fortunately, he was good at this – lying to himself and others  –  because you believed him. "We're friends.”

"...We're friends."

"Mhm. We're frienderoonees."

A small smile appeared on your face. "Great."

There was a beat of silence as the pair of you just looked at each other, and stupid hope and impulse took over.

"But I wouldn't be opposed to being mo—"

"Hey!"

Saved by the amazon.

Donna walked up to you, easily wrapping an arm around you that you didn’t move from. In fact, it only made your smile grow, even if your shoulders had yet to genuinely relax. Dick felt envious in that moment – wondering why when he tapped you you instantly pulled away, but when Donna touched you it was fine – then felt embarrassed by his own pettiness.

"We've set the game up,” she announced.

"Finally!" You exclaimed, breathless.

"It's just cards," Donna turned to inform Dick, playfully nudging him with her free hand. "Hi, by the way."

"Hey."

"But we are going to play Monopoly with Starfire and Cyborg later if you want to join that," you added.

"Oh, yeah," Dick blinked. "Sure."

A memory struck you physically just before you made your way there. "Oh yeah, what were you saying before?”

So, Dick calmly looked from you to an inquisitive Donna before shaking his head.

"Nothing," and followed his friends into the party, hoping he wouldn’t have to deal with these useless, uncontrollable feelings a third time.

Naturally, after that night, you proceeded to attend half of the Titans' socials. That was right, half. Because since when did the universe let Dick Grayson catch a break?

The next time he saw you, you still looked awkward and out of place. Like you weren't sure what to do with yourself and Dick took one second to squash down the intense urge to reach over, pull you into him by your waist and whisper words of reassurance into your ears. He firmly reminded himself again that you clearly weren't interested in any level of intimacy with him and that he had to be OK with that. He was OK with that. Relieved even. Getting into a relationship now would just be another weight on his already heavy shoulders.

And then the second passed.

"Here again?” Dick teased once he joined you standing behind a full couch of heroes like Captain Fission all aptly watching Garth and Rachel hog their massive TV.

You didn’t seem as surprised as last time, even if you did jump a little. "Unfortunately, I just don't have it in me to reject your team's invites."

He looked your way behind his white lenses. "You can, there's no pressure."

But you shook your head, your expression turned amused. "When the famous Titans invite you to hang out, you say yes. Plus, I've got a Mario Kart tournament to win."

Dick shrugged. "If you say so."

"I do.”

“Hn,” Dick bit his lip when he realised how much he sounded like his dad just then. “So, who’s winning? I bet it’s you.”

“No, it’s Aqu—”

Garth’s voice cut in just as the match finished with him in 1st place and he whipped around to gloat. It was obligatory, Dick didn’t judge him. Especially since... “Did you really think you could beat me at Dolphin Shoals?”

Rachel’s voice was dry as she replied. “Stop pretending that being an Atlantean had anything to do with getting a blue shell at the last minute.”

“It made Jesus watch over me.”

“You’re not Christian,” Rachel insisted.

“Who knows? With my luck today, I might convert.”

“Coming?" You gestured to the gaming area, stifling a laugh. The game had ended and Garth was now asking for some new players. He even went so far as to point your way.

"Yeah, I've got to put you all in your place," Dick mocked, getting a head start to the empty two-seater to the side.

You rushed to sit beside him. "We'll see.”

If Dick let you win despite having beaten every Titan at Mario Kart since he was eleven, you were none the wiser.

The time after that, it seemed like you felt somewhat stable about your place in this group.

"Leader! Mr Leader!"

“One sec!”

Dick had been setting up party decorations for M'gann's surprise birthday party. She loved this Earth tradition with a passion, and when an impromptu mission left her and some of the others off-world, it was the perfect opportunity for a group of them to spice the place up.

Everyone had their own tasks. Dick was on decor duty despite Wally protesting his sense of style, the bastard. After buying snacks, Kaldur and Wally were currently trying to find a DJ booth and a photo booth last minute, and Gar was on baking duty.

Yeah, they had let the inattentive, hyperactive shapeshifter with the taste buds of a lion and a fish bake a cake. Gar was lucky everyone had a soft spot for him; otherwise, it would've never happened and he was even luckier that you had the time to assist him in his endeavour and stay for the party.

“Sir! Mr! Mr Head of the Titans, sir!"

"You know, Nightwing is fine, right?" Dick asked from the top of a ladder, securing another line of fairy lights before flipping high off of it to see you closer. You ignored his theatrics and shoved a spoon in his face.

"You've got to try what Gar made! It's so good!" You then slipped said spoon into his mouth without warning. Dick reached to hold your hand still, half to stop himself from choking and half just because. Your hand immediately darted away at the contact, and he was self-conscious of the way his gloved hand tingled beneath the bewildered face he presented as he chewed.

Dick wasn't blushing, it wasn't something he allowed himself to do when in his Nightwing costume, but today was the first time in a long time that he had gotten so close to breaking his cool. You clearly didn’t notice, though, and instead only cared about what he thought of the too-sweet cake in his mouth, much to his relief.

"It's...edible?" Dick eventually said.

You smirked. "Right? It's so much better than I expected."

"You know why, right?" Dick dramatically whispered, channelling his inner performer.

"No," you leant in, confused. "Why?"

"It’s because you helped him."

“…Maybe,” your smirk turned sickly sweet, and the sight of it made his chest throb.

Then there was the time that Kaldur organised a pool party Dick might have cleared his packed schedule to attend, knowing you would be there. Because if this was going to happen, he might as well embrace his downfall and hope that the act of acceptance would help him forget his affections.

It didn’t.

Usually, Dick was much more subtle, but all he did that day was look at you. He would be engaged in a conversation with one of his friends, avidly paying attention to them, and then he would see you in his peripheral vision dressed in swimwear that seemed designed to make his pulse race and completely check out, only for them to knock some sense into him.

After it happened a third time, Roy quite literally shoved Dick your way because, of course, literally everyone but you had caught onto him by now.

You jolted in your position on a pool ladder as Dick stumbled into you. You had been about to get in the pool again when the collision happened, but he was able to yank you away from falling into the water just in time. Dick would be infuriated with Roy if he wasn’t so excited to be touching your wet, naked skin as he helped steady you.

Rein it in, Grayson, rein it in.

“Sorry,” Dick breathlessly chuckled. “Roy’s being an asshole.”

“As he’s prone to being. It’s fine,” you swiftly pushed him off once you were stable and only then did Dick realise that he had been holding you close even after steadying you.

“So…how’s swimming been?” He tried after a beat.

You easily smiled. “Fun. I’m not the best, but at least I haven’t drowned yet.”

“That’s always good.”

You laughed at his vague answer. “What about you? Having a good time?”

"Yeah! It’s fun, and speaking of fun...where did you find that thing?" Dick asked, subconsciously licking his lips as his eyes subtly drifted down.

"What? My swimwear?” You looked taken aback by the question, but not suspicious, obviously oblivious to him checking you out, thank fuck. “Do you like it?"

"Do I?” Dick smirked. “I mean, you’re gorgeous."

"Flirt," you simply snorted with a raised brow and it was so damn hot, he wanted to take you right there. “The brand is a bit overpriced, but I'll send you a link to their website."

Dick’s mind halted at the words. "Oh no, I meant it looks good because of you."

"But mostly the design, yeah," you brushed him off, strolled over to the benches, wiped down your hands and smoothly pulled out your phone from your bag. "They have some stuff in a blue that kind of looks like Nightwing blue too. So, it’s good you like it. I'll get those links to you now."

Before Dick could say anything else, you decided to teach him about luxury brands he already knew inside and out and recommend him items that Alfred had probably already purchased for the next time Jason, Tim, Steph or Duke randomly dragged him out to their backyard for more ‘target practice’ aka another impromptu water gun fight. But he never let you know that and acted innocently, if only so you would speak to him more.

Because you were a good friend, and he was not.

Your impersonal demeanour had practically disappeared during a social event not long after the pool party.

You were leaning back into a bean bag Vic recently bought for everyone's comfort after a long mission when Dick noticed it. When he saw how relaxed you were as you chatted all of their heads off about what the news was saying about a foreign royal family before and after Dick led the team to save their prince.

You looked so off-edge, so laid back – literally. It was incomparable to the first time you met. Your guard was down, your muscles uncoiled, and you seemed comfortable in your own skin. It was what had attracted him to you so much in the first place, the glimpses of your real personality behind the politeness. Dick wished he could take credit for helping you progress, but he was too busy being surprised by it to try.

Dick thought that this was what he wanted. He had hoped that once you felt like you had a place as a friend of the team, he would be able to squash his feelings for you once and for all and properly accept you as just another one of his friends like the others had already.

Instead, when he noticed you casually leaning into Captain Fission’s shoulder or curiously beeping Vic’s metal arm to the beat of the music playing on the speakers around them, all he could bitterly think was lucky him. Because had it been Dick’s arm, you wouldn’t have touched it.

It was clear that no matter how hard he tried to keep a tight grip on his heart to prevent it from falling whenever you were there, it never worked. All it took was your soft lips smiling or your beautiful eyes curving, and he lost control of it all over again. Every single time. And you were never there to catch him.

It even happened when you weren't pointing your gaze at him. When you slowly teased the stubborn Roy out of his shell, when Wally challenged you to rock paper scissors for the fiftieth time or when Donna convinced you to go to a waterpark with them next time. But Dick couldn’t do anything about it.

You fit right in here hanging out with his friends and him. He couldn’t make a move and ruin this. It wasn’t like you would say yes. Dick didn't want to believe he had no chance, but it was only he you couldn’t stand physical contact with so how could he be wrong? He had no shot. Emotional distance was the natural next step.

Yet Dick couldn’t stop himself from saying hi to you at events, from greeting you with a hug you always pulled away from first, from joking back and forth and letting you win every game they played. No matter how much he wanted to forget you and treat you the same as everyone else, it was becoming clear the longer this went on that you, too, fit into a different spot in his mind. Just for the opposite reason.

Dick was stuck in a stalemate for a while. A long while.

During that time, your shared friends decided that a year as a Justice League and Titans informant was good proof that you could be trusted and beared their secret identities to you. He did the same, revealing himself to be the handsome darling Dick Grayson. The eldest son of Bruce Wayne, whom everyone and their mothers fawned over. But instead of acting any differently around him, you simply asked whether he wanted to order pizza or Chinese food afterwards.

Usually, Dick would be ecstatic to not be treated any differently. It would be a blessing. Especially since you had recently moved to a place in Blüdhaven that sat right next to its Zeta Tube for your safety. Your knowledge of who he was behind the mask could be dangerous.

But this wasn't a usual scenario, and this wasn’t anyone. This was you, and Dick was devastated to know that you didn't find him physically attractive either.

Well, he wasn't certain that you didn't, but it was just the way that you spoke casually to him compared to potential dates that stuck out most. Like when you were at their more exciting meetups in bars or clubs, and he saw your bashful face for the first time. When he watched you play with your fingers and let your eyes linger elsewhere in a way that was beyond innocent.

No matter how much Dick attended those meetups in particular and showed more and more skin, he never felt that hot gaze on himself. He never saw you shy away from him or grip whatever you were drinking because of something he said. Matters were only made worse by the waves of people that approached him during those nights. Because it proved that, no, he wasn't losing his touch, you simply weren't interested.

It was hell.

Dick was stuck feeling like he was in the ‘friend zone’ for the first time in his life and he knew there was nothing he could or even should do to try to get out of it.

Worse than that, it wasn’t often that Dick didn’t understand his own emotions, but with you…it was complicated. It would be unethical to pursue you. No matter what he wanted, Dick was genuinely incredibly busy all the time and he knew dating people in his profession – or in general – never seemed to last for him. His long-term history of on-and-off relationships proved that. And, most importantly, you weren’t interested.

Dick spent many evenings listing the many reasons Dick shouldn’t be into you, and yet he was.

Immensely.

It was only when you were kidnapped a fortnight after the big identity reveal that he finally understood why.

The daughter of a mob boss was furious. Her father had been put away for good after your testimony tipped the judge in their favour, and she had decided to get her ridiculous revenge by snatching you up one night.

It all happened in Blüdhaven, so Dick was the first on the scene with fury thrumming through him and the first to get you out of those degrading ropes and away from the burning curling iron in the vindictive mob boss’ daughter’s hands. Too close, that had been way too close.

He would’ve been the first one here regardless of where it happened because it was you, but Dick found himself relieved this happened in his city and he was able to get there extra early because once he brought you to BPD outside, you fell into his arms with a sob. Into his arms that could hold you close. His arms that you normally pushed away from without a second thought.

It was a shock. You had been completely silent the whole time he had walked you past mob lackeys whom he had already beaten bloody. Dick had been angry as he got you to safety and you had been quiet, but now as tears flowed down your face and onto the blue bird on his Kelvar suit, Dick felt his rage fade and his body swell with a fierce protectiveness he couldn’t tamper.

“Nightwing,” you gasped in relief.

Dick closed his eyes and gently rested his head on top of yours. Trying not to overstep boundaries despite tightening his hold on you. “I’m here.”

“I-I’m sorry, I…”

“Shh,” he gently rubbed your back. “It’s OK, Y/N. I’m right here.”

The protectiveness clouded Dick’s judgment as he kept you in his arms and paramedics tried to check you over. It made him growl at them, unable to smile and be nice and rational as he held onto your scared, trembling body. He had never seen you like this, and he had never wanted to. He would never let anyone else. Not your shared friends and especially not Captain Fission who you seemed to be growing closer to recently.

All this time Dick had resisted touching you because of how quickly you tended to push him alone away compared everyone else, but for this to be the first time you truly embraced one another…it wasn’t exciting, it wasn’t thrilling, it was utterly heart-breaking.

It was the way you fell apart in his hold, and he realised his touch would never mean what yours meant to him. The way he couldn’t comfort you to the extent that you would have been able to comfort him. And the way that he wasn’t the one for you, but you were the one for him.

The moment you were able to gather yourself up and let him go, Dick didn’t protest, because he finally understood.

“I’m OK,” your voice was almost stable as you turned to smile gratefully at him. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

When, at the next social, you went out of your way to greet him with a hug that Dick held onto for a little too long, Dick got why he couldn’t forget his affections. Why he couldn’t move on from you who would never be anything but a friend. 

He wasn’t airborne anymore, he had landed.

Somehow, amid those social events and casual interactions, Dick’s feelings had developed all on their own. He had solidly, inequitably fallen for you. You who took over his mind every time you even breathed near him. You who were the only person that could make him forget the perpetual weight on his shoulders even for a blissful moment. You who had no feelings for him whatsoever.

And now that he knew that, all Dick could do was tell you the truth before things spiralled even further out of control and accept whatever your response would be. Even if it meant the end of this friendship as he knew it.

⇨ Part 3

[thebatdadnomad]

Dick who only tells Bruce when he's going somewhere

and the Batkids who all panic and don't know where he’s at and refuse to tell Bruce because they lost their big brother and they aren't telling him that no way he’d go crazy

so its just them banding together and scouring the Justice League and Gotham and Bludhaven

and then eventually dragging themselves back to the manor after like a week, defeated

Just to find Dick sitting in Bruce’s study, feet up on the desk, laughing as he tells his Dad about his trip and Bruce is nodding along and smiling

Then they spot the others and are like ���hey guys!” and Bruce is like “whats been going on, haven't seen you around much?”

but he wasn't that worried because they still kept up appearances (didn't wanna be suspicious) and Jason is like

“where tf were you for the week?” and dick is like “i was in nevada??? For a case??? Did yall not know this???” and they're all like “noooo????” and dick is like “wtf i told bruce???”

and they're like…. “....Oh… we could've just asked.”

but anyway Dick who tells his dad his whereabouts at all times because its just habit but never bothers to inform his siblings.

[thebatdadnomad]

Bruce being a toxic boy mom when it comes to nightwing will never not be funny as fuck he is literally the biggest nightwing defender one bad word against him and the next day he’ll show up at ur house

Bonus:

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I’m convinced Bruce is physically affectionate with his kids

And here is how (a comprehensive list of hyper specific acts he does even when his kids are adults):

Dick: tugs his hair behind his ears before a forehead kiss

Jason: tenderly stroking his eyebrow (yes he did this when he found him in that warehouse)

Cass: brushes her hair / rakes his fingers through her hair

Tim: a hand on the back of his neck

Damian: caressing his cheeks and looking him in the eyes because he has Martha’s eyes

[thebatdadnomad]

Heh... wouldn't it be fun to draw some slightly more detailed fanart for Keiko and-- oH gOD! OH FUCK!

@whatweoughttosay

[thebatdadnomad]

Bruce jumped in a fountain during a gala cause he wasn’t in a headline for a few weeks, and some random journalist questioned whether he could be a good parental figure or not. Dick didn’t like that very much…

[thebatdadnomad]

ℕ𝕖𝕨𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕃𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN! Reader Summary: You register a hunk more nervous than a teenage boy and somehow become the reason he returns. A/N: I can be quite the homebody, but I recently went my local library so I could finally read Pride & Prejudice (I think you know why ehehehe) and I think you should go too! Unfortunately, I can't promise Jay'll be there, but I promise this fic will help you imagine what it would be like if he was ;D

It was a slow spring day when a tall guy built like a fridge walked into the library you worked at.

You lounged behind the reception desk doing your usual duties of watching the door as the man in a leather jacket, dark jeans and a grey shirt looked around. He had his hands in his pockets, surveying the area not unlike a cop would during a stakeout. That comparison wasn't unfounded too, you had a cop in here last week. This was Gotham, after all. And though this man was significantly less alert and visibly armed, it was similarly intriguing to watch.

You briefly wondered if the Cheetos some kids left behind that your co-worker was currently cleaning up had caught his eye as he slowly approached the desk. Whether this guy was worried a terrible aunt was hiding behind a shelf or a drug dealer. What else could explain why someone your age was looking around a library so suspiciously? You hoped he wasn't in trouble, or hell, that he wasn’t the trouble.

Fortunately, the closer he got, the better you could read his body language. His skittish teal eyes, him brushing back trimmed curly hair with white highlights in the front, his bulking arm and thigh muscles tensing up, his flushed face...It soon became clear that he wasn't dubious, just nervous. Which wasn't entirely uncommon either. And, you belatedly realised, unnecessarily attractive. To the point that you had to swallow a sudden warmth that bloomed in the pit of your tummy for the sake of professionalism.

Once he was in acceptable talking range, you beamed. "Welcome to Newtown Library, how may I help you?"

The man startled at the sound of your voice and you had to bite your lip to reign in a laugh when his anxious gaze landed on you and widened almost unperceivably. It was only perceivable because you grew up in Newtown, Crime Alley's neighbour area, and made a habit of noticing things like that.

He swallowed and then asked in a low voice. "I...I wanna get a library card?"

"Sure," you smoothly replied and grabbed a sheet of paper you kept nearby. "First, I need ID and proof of address."

"Oh shi— shoot," his gaze snapped back to you; he coughed then dug around for his wallet. As if censoring himself for your sake. "That necessary?" He sounded surprised by the request but didn't protest when you nodded and he gave you a student ID card and a medical card. "Do...Do these work?"

"Yup!" You grinned and handed them back a moment later. Herbert Jason Johnson. What a name. "Now, you just need to sign this form physically or digitally via our website."

"Digital is fine," he muttered, scanning the QR code you had ready and filling it out online for a bit. You took that opportunity to study him. His light warm toned skin, his slightly red cheeks and defined chest. Woah... "I'm done."

You perked up. "Nice. If you just wait here, I'll go get the library card options for you to choose from..."

But before you could move, he did. Leather jacket crinkling as he stared you dead on for the first time since he came in. "It's a'ight...I'll be happy to take whichever you choose for me."

"Really?" He grunted; your smile broadened. "Alright. Then, yeah. I'll choose one for you."

So, you walked further back into the desk area and brought them out. An octopus, some bubbles, a sunset, a cool motorcycle— oh, he might like the last one. It seemed like he might even own one himself.

"Hm," you hummed, giving it to him. "Here, it's got wheels with spikes on it."

Then something unexpected happened. He laughed. It was a strange little thing that only lasted a couple of seconds. His mouth was snarky in a way like it wasn't used to curving up and hadn't done so in a while. But his eyes weren’t. His shiny teal eyes practically glowed with honest, unsullied amusement. This, more than anything, made the warmth in the pit of your tummy grow.

"I can see that. I like it, thanks," he huffed, turning it over in his hand.

You knew you'd be thinking of him all day now. "You're welcome. Feel free to browse the library and borrow anything you want with that card. It should work right away, otherwise, let me know and I can help."

You hoped he would take the offer, but it seemed like meeting him had absorbed all of your luck. He shook his head. "Thanks, but I'll probably head out...bye."

You watched him make an exit with a sense of longing, then called after him. "Herbert, right?"

But the guy just paused in his footsteps, sent you a small, nervous smile and corrected you. "Call me Jason."

"OK!" You replied still smiling and soon the cute, extremely hot guy called Jason was no more. You hoped he wasn't like those one-hit patrons and would visit again when it was your shift.

Well, would you look at that? You did have some luck left.

Just like you had hoped, Jason came back six more times which was more than you expected. Better yet, three of those times were on the days you worked.

According to your nosy colleagues – who were more than happy to gossip about this with you – he usually browsed the library shelves as if at an exhibition of his favourite artist, dressed in clothing best suited for a street racing film. Never picking anything up or taking anything out no matter how many times your co-workers and even the patrons asked him if he needed help.

Jason kept to himself too. Stared at various book spines with a wistful gaze and made a point to avoid your eyes any time he noticed you peering over. Or, at least, that was the impression you had until one day, you caught him glancing over at you and you couldn't help but approach him to try asking yourself if he needed that help.

Jason looked like a deer in headlights when he saw you were making your way over with a wide smile which made the warmth in your tummy reappear.

"Hey!"

"Hey," he slowly replied, shoving whatever he was looking at back on the shelves and shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Are you okay?"

Jason coughed, trying to straighten himself out. "Yeah, yeah...fine."

"Hm," but it didn't seem like it. Should you not have come?

"So...what’s up?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just coming over here to ask you if you needed any help," you put a hand in front before he could deny you, hoping to convince him with a joking tone. "I know you usually just browse, but I mean, this is a library. So, we kind of assume that people are eventually gonna pick something up, not just look at them from the shelves, you know?"

But Jason seemed to take it seriously. "Oh, sorry. Am I doin’ somethin' I'm not supposed to?"

"No, no, you're fine," you quickly backtracked. "I'm just joking, you can browse all you want. But...usually, the people who always browse are either too indecisive to choose a book on their own and would perhaps benefit from some recommendations or—"

“What would ya recommend then?" He cut you off, but you could tell that instead of being impatient, he was asking out of eagerness. An eagerness that couldn't help but find endearing. Man, how could he be so cute and overwhelmingly hot at the same time?

"I…I'd have to know what kind of books you're interested in first."

"...What kinda books d’ya think I'd be into?"

You put a hand on your chin and hummed. "That's a hard question. That's like me asking you how old I look or something. But, OK. I'm always up for a challenge. Let's see..." you used this opportunity to check him out and oh my thighs—! "M-Maybe romance books or crime and mystery, no, action books?" You tried and waited for a moment on bated breath as Jason tilted his head in thought before nodding.

"Yeah...you're right."

You laughed and while he didn't laugh as well, his furrowed brows and small nervous smile were just as heart-warming.

"Are you serious? I got it right?"

"Yeah..."

"But half of those were jokes!"

"Maybe I'm a joke," Jason dryly replied.

"No!" You grinned. "I feel like you've read all the books here. Or, at least, you seem like you're familiar with them. So, maybe you should try something new? Something outside of those genres."

"Hm, well..." He looked down the row of books and sent a hesitant glance your way. "What do you like?"

That was the question, wasn't it? "Well, I guess really like hero and fantasy stories. So, I have lots of fantasy recommendations...is that alright?"

Jason shrugged. "Sure. What d’ya recommend?"

"Well, that, my friend, is gonna take me a while to answer," you joked again, acting all dramatic-like. "You sure you have the patience?"

And that finally got one of his odd chuckles out of him. "Go for it."

So, the pair of you browsed the relevant sections while you talked and talked about the different books you enjoyed. All of which he politely declined. Trying to find a fantasy book with action or romance or crime in it was a daunting task, one you didn’t have much hope for.

But then, just before you gave up hope and Jason lost his patience, you stumbled upon one of your favourites of all time. A book series full of all four subgenres that you thought would be perfect for him.

You pulled it out, beaming with a huge sigh of relief. "This is it. Take this."

"Er..." Jason flipped it around, contemplative, but you wouldn't let him turn this down too. So, you grabbed his hands and ignored how red both he and you suddenly got at the contact for the sake of him reading it.

"Trust me, don't even think. Just take this and read it. I promise you'll love it."

His eyes were slightly wider again as he stared at you, his hands, the book, and you again. Only replying when you let go. "OK...I...I trust you."

And you were happy he did because once he started that series, he couldn't put it down.

Ever since you recommended him one of your favourite books, whenever Jason visited the library, he came straight to you. To tell you what he thought before returning that novel and getting the next one.

You knew this was a temporary thing, most people didn't stay regulars for long, it was normal. So, you would appreciate this as long as you could.

The first book was brighter and energetic and it put him in a similar mood. It made him hyper – well, hyper for him – when he explained how much he enjoyed it and how ingeniously it was written.

"I just— loved the addition of a poem within a novel," Jason ranted, eyes shining with interest a few weeks after you initially checked it out for him. "It was amazing."

"I'm glad," you smiled as you locked eyes.

"...Me too," your tummy fluttered, his building familiarity and confidence around you only served to make you that much more attracted to him. Too bad he would likely stop coming at some point.

The next edition was a bit more mellow and so you had to go find him when he was putting it back two weeks later.

"Hey, you didn't come see me?"

“Oh...yeah, sorry."

Silence.

You watched him with wary eyes as he just stayed kneeling on the floor. You slowly lowered yourself too when he didn't move and only when he met your eyes with a blank gaze did you ask. Smiling as much as you could.

"How did you find it?"

Neither of you breathed until he answered.

"I...I kinda had a bad week and this book didn't help much."

"Oh," shit. "I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have—"

But he vigorously shook his head, bringing the pair of you back up to a stand when he noticed you down on the floor with him. "No. I still really liked it. It just kinda emphasised how fuc— friggin’ terrible my week was."

"Oh," you deflated a bit. That hadn't been your intention. "If you want to talk about it, I'm always here."

"…Really?"

"Yeah, of course. Contrary to what you look like, you're super sweet and I want to help you if I can."

He paused. "What do I look like?"

You had to pause, carefully considering how to put this. "Honestly...you look like someone who wouldn't come here to rant to me about some fantasy book series I recommended. Someone who spends more time drinking and partying than reading. Someone who wouldn't stop himself from swearing in front of me," you timidly touched your hair. "Like I said, you're super sweet and...I like hearing you talk."

Jason said nothing for a moment, poring over you as if trying to determine how truthful that statement was. But once he decided to believe you, you never would've expected that this shy, literary enthusiast hunk would actually tell you what was on his mind. Would even talk about a dangerous job, a complicated relationship with his family and a cooking habit.

Sure, he was very vague about it all but still. You couldn’t believe he was letting you peer into his life more than you had before. Or that you weren't the only one combusting inside when his hand accidentally brushed your waist before he left. But that day was full of surprises that almost made you forget that he would stop coming at some point. Most people did. He was no exception.

The saddest and lowest point in the series was the third book.

In contrast to the first few, Jason's reaction was starkly different from the tone of the book. In fact, he seemed relieved that it took a dive for the worst and read it through within a week this time.

"I really enjoyed the way the author used tragic flaws to tell amazing character arcs ‘n plots in a way that a lot of other stories don't. And it does it all in a cohesive fantasy setting..."

"I'm happy to hear that," you smiled.

He talked more about how the main character's struggles with identity and survival related to him, prompting you to share how they related to you too. Bonding over the book like you did last week, but differently this time. Because you were also sharing. It was mutual.

So mutual that, after you scanned the third book he brought in, Jason stole it from your hands telling you he was happy to put it back and go get the next one this time. You felt compelled to go with him to the right shelves. Intending to take it back from him at the last moment, shelve it and find him the next one in one swoop. It was your job, after all, and you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could even if he was trying to make work easier for you.

But, when the time came, Jason was reluctant to let go of the book. Too deep into his own mind and ranting to separate from it. So, with cheeks as hot as a stove, you replaced the novel with your hand and swapped them out. Handing him the book he needed a beat later.

And if you thought he blushed before...that had nothing on his face now.

Not that you were much better though.

"Are you excited to read the last one then?" You asked after a moment of quiet passed between you, your hands still loosely linked together.

"Y-Yeah," Jason quickly nodded, gaping at you with what could only be described as wonder. "I just don't know how this is gonna end exactly...but I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll like it. I'll tell you."

"Mhm! And just think, after I hear the full review, you won't have to come here and talk to me anymore, will you?"

You bet he would be happy about that. Just because you had gotten closer, didn't mean that he had become any more comfortable in the library. Your colleagues still said that outside of your conversations, he acted just as on edge as he had from the start, so you wouldn’t try to pressure him into coming back after finishing this one obligation of sorts.

Maybe libraries just weren’t for him and that was OK. Because while you'd miss him, you doubted there was anything to say to stop him from never returning. This is the digital age, people stopped visiting libraries for less. Way less.

It was best to be positive about the whole thing.

"Oh," Jason frowned, suddenly disentangling your hands and turning away so you couldn't see his face. "Yeah, you're right," he muttered before despondently leaving you by the shelf, borrowing the book on his own and literally dashing out of the library.

What the...?

No, no, there wasn't a point in pondering that. The last book...you could ask what that was when he returned with the last book. You could still leave this, whatever this was, on a good note once he was done with the last book.

You were relabelling some older editions of iconic titles when you felt a finger poking your back two days later.

"Oh!" You flinched as you finished the one you were on, then jumped once more when you recognised him as the culprit. "Jason! Hey! When did you come in?"

He seemed more anxious than usual as he bit his lip with furrowed brows. He was back far sooner than you expected, had he quit the finale midway? "Just now...since it's raining and everything, I thought I'd pop in and say hey."

It stopped raining an hour ago. "Ohhh kaaay...well, hey. What's up?" And why did he run off last time?

"Well, I just finished reading the last book of the series."

You blinked in surprise. That wasn't what you expected him to say. No, not at all. But it was a great series, you had binged it just as speedily when you first came across it. "Woah. That was quick, it usually takes you at least a week to read one."

Jason tried to shrug, but his shoulders were too rigid for it to come across flippantly. "Yeah, well, I guess I was just so into the story, I lost myself in it…it was real good."

After some light prodding, Jason started telling you his usual review, but it was detached for some reason. He was speaking more about the character he liked the most than how he resonated with the story and plots as he used to.

"I can already guess that most people probably preferred his brother, but I don't know. I just got him more. I wanted to root for ‘im. Especially after his lil redemption arc where he got all close and personal with the protagonist."

Jason kept going and you watched him with the books you had been in the process of reorganising in your hands, too distracted by the fact that this guy who you still didn't really know loved something you did to say anything else.

"I'm really glad that you enjoyed it!" You blurted out when he was done.

"Yeah, me too," he took a deep breath before turning to look at you directly. "That epilogue kinda...reminded me of us in a way, y’know?"

"Oh, yeah?" You began putting the books back, desperately ignoring the fluttering feeling in your stomach at his words. "How?"

"I mean, throughout the book, he kept explicitly and implicitly asking for help. Time and time again the MC he was in love with ended up being the one to help him until the end of the journey when they separated. And it's like what you do for me..."

"Mhm. I guess."

"But, of course…there's one difference. We've not...never…y’know?"

You choked and froze in place. Where was this going?

"But I've been thinking about what you said last time,” your eyes met his shiny teal ones. “Now that I'm done with the series and doing reviews or whatever...Unless you can recommend something else this good, I don't have any other reason to be here right now. Except," Jason studied you for a long moment as your eyebrows rose higher and higher and your face grew warmer. "You. My protagonist."

You didn't know what to say to that, except breathe. "We're in a public space."

That seemed to snap him out of it and he practically curled in on himself. Crossing his bulging arms, moving to face away from you as if browsing the shelves like before. "Y-Yeah, yeah, 'course! Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so f-fuck— friggin’ sleazy. It just came to mind—"

Suddenly, desperate to salvage this, you stopped what you were doing, took a step towards him and pressed a soft peck on his cheek before leaning away. Jason’s neck practically snapped back in your direction as he stared at you with an incredulous look on his face.

You...hadn't meant to do that, but now that you had. "It’s fine, I was just shocked…I wouldn't mind a little roleplay..." You whispered, not intending for it to sound so dirty but uncaring that it did. Was this why he left? Was he really thinking the same thing as you? Gah! You hoped so.

Jason was so cute and hot, you wanted to kiss him again. Properly this time. You wanted to be the reason he returned.

You wanted him.

Jason audibly swallowed and slowly uncrossed his arms. Asking, "You sure?" To clarify things. "Because I mean, like I said...you don' hafta."

You fully intended to reply with words, but something jolted through you again at the sight of his open arms. Prompting you to step forward to peck him on the lips this time. A shiver ran down your spine at the contact.

"No, I don't," you replied.

And that was what shut Jason up. That was what made him lean close to kiss you his way now.

It began as a series of pecks, simple pressings of lips together that made you go warm with delight. His lips were softer than you expected and he was way too gentle. But then things slowly developed into smooches that lasted longer and longer until you were melting in his arms.

Arms? Since when did he put his arms around you? They were secure as they kept you close and you pressed your chests together. As he touched your jaw and you gripped his shoulder. As your wet tongue slipped out and met his without a word, as if in sync. Hesitantly tasting each other in a way that put you out of breath because of the intimacy instead of the speed.

Jason was sweet, tasted sweet and looked sweet when you pulled back, quietly gasping with a string of saliva momentarily tying your tongues together. As if he had been holding himself back until this very moment and was only now letting you know what he thought of you.

It was as staggering as it was relatable.

His voice was unexpectedly fond as he mumbled. "I've wanted to do that for a while, but I didn’t have the balls. I...I wasn’t sure if you were interested."

That made you shake your head in amusement. How had he not noticed? "Jason, I was always interested in you. Why do you think I stop everything I'm doing to talk to you whenever you come in?"

He snorted despite how visibly embarrassed he seemed. "Because you're a good worker?"

"Please," you joked, revelling in the feeling of him tightening his big arms around you. "Even I can be selfish sometimes."

He smiled at you and you smiled back, basking in the unfamiliar but welcome lack of distance between you two. All until somebody somewhere coughed and you sprung apart. Right. You needed to get back to work.

Jason was the first to comment, rubbing the back of his neck as he sent you a weak smile. "Well...I'll let you get back to it."

"OK, but if you want to come back when we’re done that's OK too. We could go for burgers...?" You asked, grin widening at how awkward he was, even now.

"…Fuc— I mean…aw yeah."

You laughed out loud.

Fuck yeah, indeed. Because just like he was glad to know you’d always liked him, you were ecstatic to know that all that time you spent worrying about him never returning left you oblivious to the fact that you became the reason he did.

[thebatdadnomad]

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Pairing: Dick Grayson x GN! Reader Summary: That time that Dick fell in (seemingly) unrequited love with his informant friend. A/N: Hey, wonderful ppl of tumblr <3333 This is my first time posting a series on here, so lemme know what you think and if there are any issues with navigating the parts (once they're all up ofc)!! Parts: Part 1

Dick Grayson had many friends, but he recalled meeting you with remarkable clarity.

He had been proudly donning his Nightwing costume, ready, alert and interested in the group of civilians being led around the Watchtower’s Zeta Tubes he had just arrived at by staff.

"Who’re they?" Dick muttered to himself, politely smiling at the civilians who saw him and instantly scurried out of his way.

"Oh, them?" Wally replied out of nowhere, scaring the bejesus out of him much to Wally’s absolute delight. "Haha, got you."

Dick laughed. "Shut up. I just didn’t expect you’d be here on time that’s all."

“Uh-huh.”

“So?”

“Right,” Wally begun to drag Dick towards the meeting rooms. "They’re here because of the war we’re trying to stop, you know? The new recruits wanted to make them more comfortable by giving them a tour, and said so at the bottom of the email thread you told one of them to write. Didn’t you read it, Mr I Think I'm Better Than Everyone Else?"

"Of course I did, dumbass," Dick just hadn't finished reading yet, considering the fact that the newbies forgot to CC him in until 3 minutes ago – which he might mention during their monthly review. But his best friend simply stuck his tongue out at Dick’s explanation and changed the subject.

The case they were here to discuss wasn't anything special, but a lot of it was riding on eyewitness testimony because of the devastating lack of surveillance in the war-torn area they were trying to bring peace to.

Most of the informants weren't natives to the area, but holidaygoers on their way home who had been caught in the crossfire and were useful contacts desiring protection. So, after giving their consent, they were brought up to the tower for their own safety and were provided residency as an additional incentive.

You were just one among them. The pretty one, sure, but Dick saw pretty people all the time. He hadn't noticed you then. Nor had he taken note of your interview transcript when the meeting room read it all over. But, once the small discussion about people’s availability was over and two hours had passed…well, that was a different story.

"Good work, everyone. We'll solve this in no time," Dick ended the meeting at the same time any other meetings in the Watchtower would’ve ended. 9 PM.

They had a calendar booking system, and given that most heroes began readying themselves for their respective patrols around this time, no meeting was to end later than this unless there was an emergency. Dick, despite being nicknamed a risk taker by all of his closest friends, adhered to these rules. But that didn’t mean he would always left straight away.

As the host, Dick had been willing to join half of them – the new recruit he had scolded who went by the name Captain Fission and some more experienced Titans – in staying behind for a short chat. But then he noticed Wally had abandoned him there, and all his professional thoughts fled his mind.

That snake!

Mind changed, Dick promptly made his way out to catch his superspeed ass among the heroes now littering the hallway, only to bump directly into the pretty informant wandering a little off course from your temporary living space. You.

Dick blinked, slightly taken aback by how slowly you straightened yourself out while keeping your head down. He was quick to apologise, though his eyes did use the time you gave him to linger on your body in a way he usually wouldn’t. You had a nice figure, and he was only human, sue him.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to get in your way. Are you alright?”

Your head whipped up at the words as if you had suddenly woken up, and all the apprehension he initially expected from you appeared behind the first pair of unmasked eyes Dick had seen in the past two hours. The slight discolouring beneath those eyes did nothing to dim how your irises gleamed in the light. Nor did it do anything to blemish the beauty of your neat smile when you recognised him.

“You don’t need to apologise, Nightwing,” you eventually soothed.

But Dick shook his head. “I am sorry, though.”

"Please,” you emphasised, eyes wide and respectful. “You're the reason we're able to stay here in the first place instead of sitting ducks in a shelter and waiting to be attacked,” you vaguely gestured all around yourself and to the steadily growing number of heroes leaving their own respective meetings. “I should be thanking you instead."

"Maybe,” Dick briefly placed a hand on your clothed arm as a gesture of goodwill and removed it just as easily, pointedly ignoring the shockingly pleasant tingle that ran through his hand where he touched you because...because he was Nightwing now. A professional vigilante who had a loser friend to find. He didn’t need to think about whatever that was. “But don’t forget that your intel is priceless, too. We’d be nowhere without you guys. Have a good night."

A nod. "You too."

You stepped left and Dick remained still so you could smoothly walk past him. But the moment you were out of his direct line of sight, something deep, deep inside of him protested it. Maybe it was the way your eyes dazzled under the overhead lights or the lethargy in your features that did nothing to dull your allure, but soon Dick found himself leaning to the left as well. Just so he could look for one more second.

There was just something about you.

It could also be the fact that your attitude towards Dick was unlike how the other nervous informants treated him. Tiredness made you overly relaxed despite your lively courtesy, and he couldn’t stop noticing the dichotomy and how closed off your limp limbs made you appear. Something in his subconscious mind was latching onto you, and with a job like the one he had, following his instincts was crucial. It often meant life or death. You could be a threat.

"Is there something wrong?" You asked, looking at him through your eyelashes, when he got in your way.

But, no, you weren’t. One look told Dick you weren’t carrying anything sharp or dangerous beneath your clothes. Another told him you weren’t seriously unwell besides what must be simple sleep deprivation and fatigue from a long night touring the Watchtower. Thinking back to your file and the photograph on it, your background raised no flags about whether your true intention in coming here was anything but innocent.

And yet Dick still felt inexplicably drawn to you, some random pretty civilian.

Why?

“Are you lost?” Dick settled on.

You stared at him. “...Was it that obvious?”

He chuckled. “Not exactly, but I can help you out. I know this place like the back of my hand.”

“Yeah, and how well do you know the back of your hand exactly?” You rolled your eyes with a tilted smile.

Dick’s heart fluttered, momentarily taken aback by your wit before puffing out his chest with a playful grin. “I’ll have you know my hand and I are very familiar with each other. I see it every day and trail the veins whenever I'm bored. Trust me. If I know this place as well as I know the back of my hand, I'll be able to get you where you need to go.”

Your slanted lips morphed into something polite again as if you hadn’t meant to let that question slip. “I know, I do trust you, I'm just teasing. I would really appreciate it if you could show me where the dorms are from here, though.”

“Sure, let's go,” but you didn’t follow and instead took to waving your hands around at a concerning fast speed, eyes widening once more in surprise.

“Oh no, no, directions are fine, Nightwing. You're busy and—”

“It’s not far from here,” Dick lightly interrupted, insistent despite the fact that this detour would likely make finding Wally much harder. “And even if it was, I’m not too busy to get you where it's safe,”

You paused. “…Safe?”

“You don't want to know the dangers of the pre-patrol rush on the tower. You really don't,” Dick solemnly shook his head, then smiled something reassuring, unwilling to leave you just yet. “Let’s go.”

“…Alright.”

Until he figured this out.

Until it made sense.

It was only once Dick took you to the dorms the informants were currently residing that he succeeded. Only when you followed him – or intended to – and a hero bumped into you, making you trip into his arms, that he understood this feeling.

Dick dutifully held your falling body steady against his then, his skin tingling underneath the black and blue Kevlar suit you wrapped your arms around, his ears listening to you crack some dry joke about superheroes being super blind until you moved away. And the emptiness Dick felt when you were out of his arms was the answer to the nature of his mysterious interest. It clicked into place like the first piece of a puzzle he hadn't known he was solving yet.

It had been so long, Dick had almost forgotten what it felt like to have this, to have a crush. Because that’s what this was, a crush. He didn’t know why or how it happened, but the more he thought about it, the more he realised that he didn’t just think you were objectively pretty, he was attracted to your pretty and cheeky and good-natured self. He was intrigued by you, and he had never been good at resisting temptations.

So, Dick let himself reach out for your arm amid the rush and drew you out of the crowd before you could make another protest.

But the thing was, he soon found out, you weren’t interested.

Dick brightly laughed at your complaints and subtle jokes as you dragged a hand down your scrunched-up face once you arrived at a quieter hallway. He made sure to show off his pearly whites when he did so, but your only response was a polite smile.

As the both of you entered the lift that would bring you to the residential wing he knew all the informants were staying in, Dick casually leaned on one of the lift walls to show off his lean body, but you didn't react to that either as you made small talk. He noted that move to be a failure, too.

Dick jokingly poked the tip of your perfect nose with his finger when you graciously pointed out that you could tell he was obviously stalling the closer you got to your abode. But you batted him away without a second thought. Physical touch was another no, it seemed.

“After I helped you come all this way?” Dick playfully asked in response to the accusation that was 100% correct. He was stalling, he didn’t want to give up just yet. “I braved so much for a cute thing like you, and this is how you repay me? With accusations?”

“…With honesty. I feel like that’s a pretty good return,” your lips twitched at the compliment, but that was it. Maybe you saw it as platonic because of his tone, or maybe words just didn’t do it for you either. Dick was unsure, but as lift doors opened and you walked down the hall to door number 24, Dick realised that he would have to pull out all the stops. Time was almost up.

“It’s not a good return, no.”

You tiredly rolled your eyes again at Dick’s devilish grin as you leaned on the door he assumed you were staying in. “Well then, how would you like me to repay you for your oh so brave and gallant acts of kindness?”

“You can repay me…” Dick stepped up to you until all you could see was each other. He placed an arm by your head and stared down at you with intent burning behind his sapphire eyes, lowering his voice to a saccharine whisper, just hoping you would finally see him. “By telling me your name.”

Neither of you said anything as you assessed him, searching for a sign of a lie in his expression. But instead of giggling or looking away or even leaning in like many had before in and out of costume, you simply maintained the same weary politeness you always had and respectfully smiled when you didn’t find a sign of falsehood in his request. “Oh, that's easy. I’m Y/N L/N. It's nice to meet you.”

Damn.

“…It's nice to meet you, too.”

With that, you pushed up off the door and swung it open, seemingly not bothered by the fact that Dick had been crowding you moments ago at all. “So, as long as my debts have been repaid, I can go in?”

Dick felt...admittedly...a little put out. He had tried everything and anything to get a reaction out of you. To see if there was any chance that you were interested in him. Yet all Dick had received since the moment you met to now was a dreary, indifferent gaze staring back at him as though he were a stranger on the train. Someone you were willing to converse with while you were travelling, but unwilling to get to know once you had reached your station.

All Dick could do now was smile, wave and lock his heart up.

“Yep, of course.”

“Bye, Nightwing," you said, friendly as you went in, but the sound of you shutting the door behind you was deafening.

So much for his new crush.

Dick swallowed his disappointment down and brushed that whole interaction off of his already weighed down shoulders. He decided right then and there that he would never see you again. Not as Nightwing or the man he was during the day. For the sake of his sanity, his integrity and professionalism. He would take a page from your book and think of you like a passing dream, a fantasy he imagined being with until he realised how impractical it was. He would forget about you.

It was too bad, Dick would later realise, that the hero community were just as charmed by you as he was.

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⊹ 💬 · the people who were flirting w/ the boys are either fem or gender neutral. i had written some jealousy hcs for jay and bruce some time ago and i was like,,, what if reader got jelly? BUT MAKE IT SMAU !!

⌣ ﹒ ✿ ﹕ cw — suggestive themes.

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❛   ꜝ   ┈   ✺ cw  ﹒ violence and abuse described in this work— it doesn’t take a big part of it though. a bit of angst because i cannot control myself.

𓏲𓏲⠀⠀.. ⠀Your reputation precedes you—former Black Widow, perfectly trained killer, someone who understands that justice isn’t always clean or merciful. But Gotham’s protectors seem determined to complicate things. You find yourself in unfamiliar territory— a certain vigilante has wormed his way into your heart. ✶

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The warehouse explosion lit up Crime Alley like the Fourth of July, and Jason couldn’t help but grin as you dropped down beside him from seemingly nowhere, not even slightly singed despite having been inside thirty seconds ago.

“Show off,” he muttered, but there was admiration in his voice.

“Says the man who literally just drove his motorcycle through a second-story window.” You checked your weapons with practiced efficiency, muscle memory from a lifetime of survival. “Find what we needed?”

“Financial records, shipping manifests, and enough evidence to put half of Falcone’s operation away.” Jason held up a hard drive. “Plus whatever you did in there should send a nice message to the rest.”

You shrugged, the movement elegant even in tactical gear. “The message needed to be loud.”

“No arguments here.” He stepped closer, close enough to see the flecks of gold in your eyes. “Bruce is gonna have an aneurysm when he finds out about tonight.”

“Good. Maybe it’ll keep him busy enough to stop lecturing us about ‘excessive force.’” Your fingers found the edge of his jacket, tugging him closer. “Besides, you didn’t seem to mind my methods when I saved your ass in there.”

Jason’s laugh was rough around the edges. “Pretty, I never mind your methods. Just wish you’d give me a heads up. I like to watch.”

Your smile was dangerous and entirely too appealing. “Next time, I’ll put on a show.”

Jason absolutely gets your approach to justice and rarely questions your methods— if anything, he thinks you’re more efficient than the Bat-family’s usual “catch and release” program.

Will definitely team up with you on missions and enjoys the hell out of it, especially since you don’t try to hold him back from doing what needs to be done.

Gets incredibly protective when other people criticize your past or your methods, even though he knows you can handle yourself— old habits from his own experience being judged.

Loves sparring with you because you’re one of the few people who can actually challenge him, and there’s something thrilling about fighting someone who’s genuinely dangerous.

Sometimes you’ll find him reading up on Red Room techniques or Widow operations, not to judge but to better understand what made you who you are.

Has absolutely gotten into arguments with Dick and Bruce about your relationship. It’s a delicate situation. While Bruce and Dick understand you would never hurt Jason on purpose, they do worry how the methods you two choose will affect not only Jason— you as well.

There’s a twisted kind of understanding between you and Jason. I think in the end Bruce only wants the two of you to be able to find peace and not feel trapped by the blood you two have spilled.

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The Blüdhaven rooftop was slick with rain as you materialized from the shadows, silent as death itself. Dick didn’t even flinch— he’d learned to sense your presence weeks ago, though he still couldn’t figure out how you moved so quietly in those boots.

“You’re late,” he said, not turning around.

“I’m exactly on time. You’re just early because you’re nervous.” You stepped beside him, close enough that he could smell gunpowder and vanilla perfume. “The target’s already handled.”

“Handled how?” Dick’s voice carried that careful neutrality he used when he was trying not to lecture you.

You tilted your head. “Does it matter? The trafficking ring is shut down, the girls are safe, and the world has three fewer monsters in it.”

Dick closed his eyes briefly. “We talked about this—”

“No, you talked. I listened.” Your gloved fingers traced along his jaw, gentle despite the calluses from trigger guards and knife hilts. “I know you want to save everyone, even the ones who don’t deserve it. It’s what makes you beautiful, Dick Grayson. But some people can only be stopped one way.”

He caught your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “And what does that make you?”

Your smile was sharp as broken glass. “Practical.”

Dick tries so hard to be the moral compass in the relationship, constantly walking the line between accepting who you are and hoping he can influence you toward less lethal methods. (He’s like “I can fix them” and just makes it even worse). It’s not as if he doesn’t want to see this side of you. He does. He just wants to help you navigate the pain jt took to get here.

He’s genuinely fascinated by your skills and will ask you to teach him your stealth techniques, though he draws the line at the more assassination-focused training.

Gets genuinely distressed when you disappear for days on missions, not because he doesn’t trust your abilities, but because he worries about what those missions might be doing to your body and mind.

Has definitely tried to introduce you to everyone else as a “reformed” anti-hero, which backfired spectacularly when you made a casual comment about eliminating witnesses. He learned not to sugar-coat you and your methods after that. Better to accept them head on.

Loves the way you move— there’s something almost hypnotic about your grace in combat that he finds beautiful and terrifying in equal measure.

Will patch up your wounds without question, but always with that worried crease between his brows that you’ve learned means he’s planning another “conversation” about your methods and how you cannot keep putting yourself in so much danger.

Sometimes catches you staring at him like you’re memorizing his face, and it breaks his heart a little because he knows it means you’re always prepared to run.

Has started leaving his window unlocked specifically for you, even though you’ve never actually needed to use the window.

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MASTERLIST (DRABBLES)

BAT FAMILY DRABBLES:

Batfam: Batboys Reacting To You Having a Kid Past Careers

BRUCE WAYNE:

By the Fireplace

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x reader Summary: Finally snapping the sexual tension between you and your best friend.

Desperation

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x reader Summary: Bruce gets frustrated at the charity event and eventually takes it out on you once you are home.

New Side

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!Reader Summary: After being hesitant about your suggestion, he finally gives in and tries a different way to release his pent up frustration.

JASON TODD:

Red Knight in Shining Armour one

Red Knight in Shining Armour two

Pairing: Red Hood x reader Summary: You ask Red Hood for help from a creep and he does so

Small Cuts

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader Summary: Red Hood saves you from the chaos, being scared shitless

Don't tell Jason

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Jason thinks you're cheating, almost becomes a murder again, finds out you are just learning self-defense with Dick

Late Birthday

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Jason tries his best to be romantic

Safe Again

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Jason safes you from being captured from Black Mask

Old Friends

Pairing: Jason Todd x Supergirl!Reader Summary: You meet Jason again after not seeing each other for several years.

Unhinged one

Unhinged two

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: your roommate finds your messages you send your friend about him.

Nightmares

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Comforting your boyfriend

Rivals with Benefits

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: The star student of your college isn't what everyone thinks he is.

Father FIgure!Jason Todd (imagine)

You smoke?

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Jason finds you smoking weed for medical purposes

You Are My Muse

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Jason finds his way to you (through accident)

Friendly Neighbourhood

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Befriending his neighbour gets out of hand.

On The Rescue

Pairing: Red Hood x firefighter!reader Summary: Red Hood starts to fall for a firefighter, however, it's difficult

Flashbacks

Pairing: Father!Jason Todd x Teenage!reader Summary: You get captured by a past villian, but your father saves you.

DAMIAN WAYNE:

Rockstar Girlfriend

Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader Summary: You're Damian's girlfriend, and his family wants to visit your concert

Graceless

Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne x Reader Summary: Being in a Gala his father threw with your dear boyfriend. Also, sneaking out from it.

Is this Witchcraft?

Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader Summary: small prank teehee

Strange Kind of Humour

Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne x reader Summary: you hate bugs

Comfort

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Batsis!Reader (Platonic) Summary: Your younger brother tries to comfort you when sick.

DICK GRAYSON:

Pretty Saviour

Pairing: Nightwing x reader Summary: You save Nightwing and Batman one night in a close call, being stuck with Dick forever

Drink the Potion!

Pairing: Fairy!Dick Grayson x Reader Summary: Dick Grayson accidentally turns into a tiny fairy and you take care of him.

Father figure!Dick Grayson (imagine)

Father!Dick Grayson (part 2)

Lost child

Pairing: Father!Dick Grayson x Teenage!reader Summary: You secretly create a vigilante persona, even though your dad forbid it.

No Loss, No Love

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Batsis!Reader Summary: What does it feel like when no one around you seems to notice you anymore? Will you fight for attention and recognition or go under?

TIM DRAKE:

Only Friends

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader Summary: You both get flustered during an interview

Since When?!

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader Summary: Batfam finds out Tim has a partner

DUKE THOMAS:

Lucky

Pairing: Duke Thomas x Reader Summary: Your brother's best friend likes you, but won't dare to actually do anything.

New Member!

Pairing: Duke Thomas x Goth!reader Summary: Goth!reader has dinner with the Batfam!

ROY HARPER:

Brother's best friend

Pairing: Roy Harper x Reader Summary: Best friend of your brother really likes you, and you finally cave in

Unfocused

Pairing: Roy Harper x Reader Summary: Jason is fed up with how unfocused Roy is getting.

PLATONIC

New Home

One Messed Up Bat

Just Protecting

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[thebatdadnomad]

Thought about Bruce calling Jason different variations of 'My __ little boy' (eg. 'My nerdy little boy', 'My mean little boy', 'My lovely little boy') And each time Jason is just like "Dad, it's only a 2 inch difference, I ain't little."

Even better if this isn't him saying it as Brucie, but as Bruce Wayne who just loves his little gremlin of a child even if he is an adult now.

The first time Bruce did it, Jason almost cried. They were at a Wayne Gala, and Bruce was leading him around, because he didn't trust anyone alone with his child want Jason running away, when they met a lovely old lady, a sweetheart, different to most Gotham Elite.

"Well, isn't he just darling." She cooed, and Bruce grew an actual smile, bending to kiss her hand.

"Mrs. Kershaw, a pleasure, as always. You look radiant. Also as always." He winked, and the woman, Mrs. Kershaw, laughed, blushing, as she pushed his shoulder teasingly.

"Och you, always knows just what to say." Jason pulled a face, but he couldn't deny it was nice to meet someone in Gotham at a Wayne event that Bruce actually liked. Mrs. Kershaw turned to Jason, bending so she was at eye level. A surprise, as most people took some sick pleasure in having height over him.

"Hello there dear, what's your name?" Jason offered a polite smile, waiting for the horrible pinching of his cheeks the older ladies seemed to be fond of.

"I'm Jason, ma'am."

"Jason Todd." Bruce added, and Jason shot him a confused look over his shoulder. When people, to be polite or something, asked his name, he always stuck to the first name, so that people didn't know he kept his own last name and wasn't a Wayne. Well, it was hyphenated, but that was a little too much.

But Mrs. Kershaw smiled, hands reaching dreadingly for Jason's cheeks. He tensed, but her hands were warm, and soft, and cradled his cheeks rather than pinched them. Like a mother. "You are such an angel, Jason Todd" She laughed, brushing his hair away from his face with a small smile.

"Putting up with Brucie all this time." Jason laughed, surprised that she was actually funny, and that she had insulted Bruce. To his face. But Bruce was grinning, seemingly pleased she liked him, and pleased he liked her, without even flinching at her Brucie.

"Yep. That's Jay." Bruce's hand landed on his shoulder, tugging him against his leg. Mrs. Kershaw straightened, pulling her hands away as Bruce rubbed his back. "My little angel boy." He laughed and continued conversing with her, but Jason couldn't hear anything. His ears were stuffed with wool, brain focused on those four little words. Those four, perfect words. My little angel boy. His boy. He was- he was Bruce's boy.

"It's always nice to see you Brucie, do stop by soon won't you? And bring your son, he's such a doll." Bruce laughed, drawing Jason back to the present.

"I certainly will," He promised, squeezing Jason's shoulder. "I don't go anywhere without my kiddo." He laughed again, and Jason wrapped his arms around his legs, squeezing tight.

The last time Bruce said it, Jason couldn't hear him. His body hurt, it burned, pain lacing every pore, every single cell. He could feel Bruce's arms around him, Batman suit scraping against his skin painfully, but he couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't do anything, and he didn't want to anyway. He didn't want Bruce to put him down. Not now.

Bruce's head was hung, on his knees, Jason clutched to his chest. Jason could see, faintly, out of the corner of his eyes, the remnants of a burning building. It looked familiar somehow, but the memories were just out of reach.

Bruce's lips were moving, repeating, chanting something, over and over, body shaking with silent sobs as cradled Jason's limp body. "My boy, my darling boy, my boy."

The next time Bruce said it, Jason almost punched him. "Is this him?" The voice was soft, disbelieving, and so, so grievously scratchy and old.

"It is, Mrs. Kershaw." Bruce answered quietly, holding the old woman's hand as he sat on the edge of her bed. "Its Jason. My baby boy." Jason gaped at him, taking a seat next to the bed.

"I'm two inches shorter than you, old man." He grumbled, leaning forward to be in Mrs. Kershaw's eyeline. "Hello ma'am." He greeted quietly. Mrs. Kershaw's eyes crinkled, and she reached one weathered, wrinkled hand for his cheek.

"Oh, oh my darling angel." She whispered, hand tracing the scars on his face. Jason fought the urge to squirm, to escape her condemnation, swallowing hard. Her eyes filled with tears as she cupped his cheek.

"I'm so sorry for all you went through, my Todd." Jason choked on his tears, heart constricting at the old nickname, the soft touch. Her fingers expertly wiped every tear away, smiling softly. Her hands dropped eventually, exhaustion clear in every breath.

"Take it easy, darling." Bruce murmured quietly, pressing a kiss to her hand again as he set it down on the bed. "We'll visit again soon." She smiled, hand reaching up one last time to snag Jason's.

"You done good, angel. Putting up with Brucie. He loves you." Jason smiled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to her hand as well.

"I know ma'am. I know. Sleep well. We'll come visit." She smiled, squeezing his hand before letting go. "You'd better." Jason chuckled, exiting the room to meet Bruce, waiting outside with a smile.

"Hey old man." Bruce swung an arm around his shoulders, knocking their heads together gently. "Hey, my lovely little boy."

uhhhhhh hope you enjoyed??? So sorry for bringing in a random OC it just felt right??? Idk i hope you liked Mrs. Kershaw as much as I did, and hope my story satisfied you, I'm still working through all the asks I've gotten, but my motivation as been like... awful, so i'm trying but make no promises :/ sry for the wait but this one just sparked up some thoughts and i had to write it, hope you liked!

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what if bruce adopted dick, but never lets him become robin?

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Jason groans as a gun points between his eyes, he’s a civilian right now, standing beside Bruce as the mugger yells unnecessarily at them. What Jason should’ve done, is pull his wallet out of his back pocket and hand it over. It’s been ingrained in all of them to just give them whatever they’re asking for. A wallet is meaningless, don’t act stupid over something as small as money. But Jason is angry. He and Bruce are trying to mend their relationship, and they were having a really good night, Jason was actually happy to be with Bruce tonight, and this asshole just had to ruin it all.

“Y’know what asshole? I would’ve just handed it over no problem but you’re being a real prick and I should just beat the hell outta you for it.” Jason sneers, he takes a step forward and Bruce suddenly yanks him back, it’s a surprising force, and Jason’s view is suddenly blocked, he feels his wallet get yanked out of his pocket, and he can only see the back of Bruce’s head, hearing the sound of the wallets being shoved into the muggers hand. Bruce hasn’t said a word, and the mugger runs off without one as well. Jason is angry now, because yeah wallets are meaningless, and they all carry two so they can hand off one without anything but some cash and an expired gift card, but it’s the principle. Red Hood just got mugged?? Batman handed over their wallets without just disarming the man?

Jason Todd has disarmed men in seconds before, has turned their own guns on them before they can blink, one little gun means nothing in his face, and he learned it from Bruce, he learned it from the man who can break a wrist and pour out the bullets before the assailant can even get a single threat out, so why is Jason now standing here mugged?

“What the hell was that about Bruce? We easily could’ve just-“ Jason stops mid sentence, he’d been angry, his words had a bite to them, and he was ready to just go off, but as he walks around Bruce, he sees him standing completely still, staring where the mugger had been, hands clenched in fists in front of him. He doesn’t blink, he doesn’t even react to Jason’s voice.

“Oh.” Jason whispers, looking around to see they’re in an alley now, having been shoved into it with a gun in their face, threatened by a strange man to give him what they had of value. Jason looks back to Bruce and sees that the man’s face is paler than he’s ever seen it. “Okay, okay B I’ve got you, we’re okay.” He says gently, he wraps his arms around Bruce, and feels the man violently flinch at the touch. “We’re okay, it’s over, we’re safe. Let’s go home yeah?” Jason’s voice is soft as he gets Bruce to start moving, feet dragging against the floor as Jason keeps his arms wrapped around him, they make it to where their car was, just barely a block away, and Jason helps him in, sighing as he starts driving.

Alfred is already ready for them when they get back to the manor. Jason helps Bruce up to his bedroom, and wraps a blanket around his shoulders. “Hey old man we’re safe and home okay? See-“ Jason steps back and waves his hands over himself. “I’m good, you’re good.” He pats Bruce down, trying to get it across in whatever way he can. “We’re okay.” He promises, Bruce still has a distant look in his eyes, fingers clutching tightly at the blanket over him. “Get some rest, I’ll be here.” Jason promises, turning and walking out of the room as Alfred brings Bruce tea.

He’s angry at a lot of things, and he’s angry that Bruce was sent into this trauma response, he’s angry that they were mugged. He wants to go put a bullet between the muggers eyes, but he promised Bruce he would be here, and if Bruce calls for Jason and he’s not here, if Bruce somehow finds out where Jason is, that might send him spiraling further. So Jason sits down, trying to squash his anger away as he flips dramatically through a magazine sitting on the coffee table.

“Little wing!” Dick says excitedly as he comes inside, and Jason sighs, annoyed, but thankful for a new distraction as he skims through some celebrity story. “Dickhead.” Jason responds, not even looking up as Dick plops himself onto the couch across from him. “Thought tonight was yours and Bruce’s daddy son date?” Dick teases as Jason rolls his eyes. “Got mugged.” He says, not missing the way the silence hits them thickly. “What?” Dick ask, worry clear in his voice, Jason’s sighs and sets the magazine down. “We were down by crime alley too, I wanted to fight the asshole but Bruce like…Shut down. He threw our stuff at him and couldn’t even move. He’s been catatonic for a while now, Alf is upstairs with him.” He says, rubbing his temple as Dick’s expression stays full of worry, but also very sad. “That must’ve been so scary.” Dick says softly, and Jason huffs. “The guy was an amateur! I could’ve easily disarmed him and just-“ “for Bruce.” Dick says, and Jason sighs. “Yeah, I’m sure it was, but I was there, I wouldn’t haveve let anything happen to him.” Jason reminds Dick, who sighs in exasperation. “Jay he was scared for you. We all know Bruce has little to no care for his own life, but think about how traumatic it must feel for him to be in that situation again, with you.” Dick explains, and Jason grinds his teeth, not looking at him.

“He’s not always Batman, and you’re not always Red Hood. He was Bruce, and you were Jason, and he was terrified he was going to lose you like he lost them.” Dick’s voice is so gentle it makes Jason angry. “I can protect myself.” He feels like he has to prove himself. “We both know that, but trauma doesn’t care for logic. Bruce probably felt defenseless and scared, and he had you with him, he was scared he wouldn’t be able to save you.” Jason sighs, having no argument. “I know you feel like you have to prove yourself, but you don’t always have to be son of Batman, you can be the son of Bruce.” Dick reminds him, getting up and walking away when Jason doesn’t respond. Dick goes to Bruce’s room, and Jason sits and stares at the bedroom door, and he now has to face his anger as it really is, not how he hides behind it. He’s angry because Bruce was hurt, and he didn’t get to make the bastard sorry for doing this to his dad.

Bruce is okay after a couple hours. Jason is hanging off the edge of the couch, watching upside down as Dick and Bruce descend the stairs, both even laughing and joking about something Jason didn’t hear. Jason gets dizzy as he rights himself, and barely has enough time to blink out the duplicates of Bruce as the man hugs him. He sits on the couch beside him as Jason grumbles, but hugs him back. “Welcome back old man.” He mumbles, unconsciously burying his face in Bruce’s shoulder as the elder man laughs softly. “Sorry Jay, you alright?” He asks, he pulls away from the hug, but stays close enough to still have one arm wrapped around him, the other busy carding his fingers through his son’s hair. “Just fine.” Jason responds, and Bruce sits back, knowing his time of accepted physical touch was up.

“I’m glad you’re okay, I was just waiting here until you were, I’m gonna go find that bastard and shove that gun up his-“ “already done.” Both Jason and Bruce blink at Dick, who’s smiling slyly. “What.” Jason says, eyes narrowing. “Oh he was from metropolis, ran back there right after, I might have let a small not well known forum in on the fact that someone had the nerve to rob Bruce Wayne and put a gun to his sons head, so he was handled before Superman had the time to find him hanging from a light pole by his underwear.” Dick rocks on his feet as both Bruce and Jason stare at him. “Gotham thugs are pretty protective over pretty boy here, some work in Metropolis and had some time on their hands waiting for the train home.” Dick is too casual about it, and it’s also kind of frightening that he can just…Send a hit on a random person; and thugs from Gotham will just, do it?

Neither Bruce nor Jason say anything, and Dick smiles wider. “Didn’t want to worry about you going after him little wing! I’m gonna make hot chocolate.” He says, turning and walking away, leaving the room in the confused and part worried silence Jason and Bruce stare at each other with. “Well, saves me time.” Jason finally settles on, sitting back and kicking his feet up in Bruce’s lap. Bruce is torn between being grateful his son isn’t out there putting himself in danger over this, but also worried that it’s only been four hours, and Dick already has it all handled. “Alright I’m too tired to think this hard.” Bruce decides, sitting back and turning the tv on, his free hand rests on Jason’s legs, thumb rubbing shapes into the boys ankle, and they’re both comforted having one another like this, and even more so when Dick joins them, kicking his feet on top of Jason’s, and Bruce has his eldest two sitting beside him, comfortable and safe.

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Subject class 223 spotted with a subject of unknown origin. Possible category— abyssal?

New subject appears to be of undocumented species. Bioluminescent membrane may be used in hunting, further research pending. Length of tail may point to relations with local snake species? Unlikely, research pending. Thin tail and visible bone structure may point to possible malnutrition/starvation.

Subject appears to be very young. Subject class 223 likely to assume paternal role again as he it did with [REDACTED]. Subject class 223 demonstrates remarkable tolerance with new subject, developing new behavioral patterns in response to that of the new subject. Integration into subject class 223’s pod pending? Further observation required.

Note to self: do not let [REDACTED] see. Redirect expeditions sw.

— Log entry 3.18, Researcher: [REDACTED]

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Dick Grayson grew 20 new gray hairs every day that he was Batman

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Gorgeous girl n her car bf