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[tinym0ves]

a little teaser of the fic i've been working on (because i'm too excited while editing it that i gotta share somethingggg)

Wayne Manor was buzzing with unfamiliar energy, as the kids of the Justice League filled the living room, their voices bouncing off the high ceilings. Dick Grayson stood near the top of the stairs, feeling like a stranger in his own new home. He'd moved in only weeks ago, and he felt out of place, like living here was a coat he hadn’t grown into yet.

He hadn’t expected to meet so many people so quickly. The League wasn’t just about the capes, the masks, and the crime-fighting. It was a network of families, each with their own quirks and histories. Bruce thought maybe it would feel comforting but, the most glaring thing to him was the sheer noise. The place was alive, filled with kids of all ages, running around and talking over each other in a language he didn’t quite understand yet. He walked down the steps quietly, sitting down on the couch, hoping he could sink in the background.

“Wally, please don’t-” a deep voice cut through the chaos, and Dick’s eyes flicked over to where a tall, blonde man, presumably the Flash, was trying to reign in the hyperactive speedster zipping around the room.

“That’s Wally, I’m sorry he’s like that,” you called from next to him, and Dick turned to you, who had been sitting beside him on the couch. You hadn’t said much since he sat down, but now you looked at him with a kind smile, one that didn’t seem forced or awkward, like everyone else’s. You tilted your head slightly, waiting for him to speak, “Name’s Y/N, I’m Oliver’s daughter.”

Dick nodded slowly, trying to make sense of the names and faces that had been thrown at him. Oliver. Right. Green Arrow. Bruce mentioned he had a daughter about his age, muttering something about Oliver wasting her potential under his breath.

Wally zipped by again, this time skidding to a halt right next to you, “She doesn’t even shoot arrows. Can you believe it? Her dad’s like, the best archer in the world, and she can’t even be bothered to pick it up.”

You didn’t look fazed. If anything, your lips curled into a teasing smile. “Sorry, I have no interest in tights and masks,” you shot back. The way you said it wasn’t harsh, it felt more like an inside joke that only you and Wally were privy to. Dick’s chest felt lighter at that. Maybe it was your casual dismissal of the superhero life, something he could almost relate to, at least in the sense of how overwhelming everything had been for him as of late. Your smile softened as your eyes turned to him, and there was a moment of silence between you both.

“And I’m sorry about your parents,” You said quietly, your voice soft but steady, like no one else really needed to hear them. The words didn’t feel like pity or like the rehearsed condolences people offered when they didn’t know what else to say. Instead, it felt like something genuine.

Dick swallowed, meeting your eyes for the first time, and for a fleeting second, it felt like the weight of the past few weeks had lifted. Just enough to make a little room for something else, something he couldn’t quite put into words. His voice cracked a bit when he finally spoke, “Thanks.”

[tinym0ves]

writing an incredibly self indulgent dick grayson x childhood friends to lovers where the reader is oliver queen's daughter hehe