Someone Has To Show The New Kid The Ropes

Someone has to show the new kid the ropes

If you’re fine with it, can I request a drabble with neighbour!jason with the first time they met with Jason helping reader move into her apartment and all the grannies getting excited?

"What the fuck?"

Jason rolled to his feet where he'd crashed out on his couch 4.2 seconds after stashing his gear and taking his boots off and staggered to the door.

A loud crash and string of muffled swearing had him flinging open the door- only to be met with a sweet, if sweaty face and boxes that had toppled off a moving dolly and onto the floor.

"Lady what the-"

"Sorry," you say quickly, hurrying to pick stuff off the floor, grunting with effort, "I uh- Just trying to get this moved in and then-"

Neighbors were, Jason was sure, eagerly listening in. He lived on a floor of mostly older people with married children who had nothing better to do than try and marry off any person between the ages of 18 and 40... The number of giggling college girls who'd brought him this or that from an aunt or a grandma was appalling. And here, a cute, young thing was moving in right across the hall.

It was enough to make him want to shut the door and just put earplugs in. Or move just to avoid the nudges and meaningful looks.

But, the hand you were holding out to him was trembling and you had these big doe eyes that made you look like a mean look would probably have you in tears and he just... couldn't. Not when he knew he could just move the fucking boxes.

He hears your name and it takes him a second. Sleep deprivation overriding years of Alfred patiently hammering manners into his head- just narrowly missing making it more awkward trying to shake a hand you'd already started to retract, "Jason," he said. "I work nights."

One lie is as good as any other, he supposes. An apology and an explanation as he offers a half smile.

"I work from home- mostly. I uh-"

You look away, looking down at the scattered boxes and start to pick one up, the trembling in your hands making it hard to get a good grip. Which only made it worse.

Jason winced in sympathy, "I can help- if you don't mind?" he offered. He'd lay money on you running from something. Or someone.

"I already woke you up I can- it's fine-"

"Nah," he said, picking up a box easily, "It's not a big deal. You got more downstairs?"

"This is it I uh-" you fluster and push the door open with your hip, pulling the little dolly out of the way. "I just didn't want-"

"Traveling light has its perks," he said, following you inside just far enough to set a box down. Not remarking on the lack of furniture before making short work of the other three boxes.

"Thanks, I uh- I don't have any cash or anything but-"

"I'm not taking your money to heft a couple boxes," he snorted pushing hair out of his face with one hand and stepping back into the hall.

"Would you take some brownies?" you ask, not looking at him. "It's not much but-"

"For 5 minutes of work?" he asked smiling. Small-town kid then.

"I just- I woke you up and then-"

"Easiest moving job I ever helped with," he assured you. "Lemme know if you want help hanging pictures or something... sometime after like 4, though." And before you could stammer out an apology, he turned and walked back into his apartment, gently shutting the door. If it made you feel better, he'd take a plate of box mix brownies and pretend to like them. He'd just have to make sure the Lennox sisters didn't catch on. Because once they did, he'd never hear the end of it.

Could I request a Dick x wife!reader? They’re newly married and just had a baby. They make it a competition to take care of the baby when it cries. So much so that Dick pulls his wife out of the way to run to the nursery. It’s all fun and games

The Baby Race

Dick Grayson x plus size reader

Dickie and Dove are always competing on who gets to take care of the baby.

Warnings: Fucking all the fluff, some references to sex, talks about boobs/breastfeeding

WC: 557

A/N: I loved this idea so so much and I fell in love with our little Alice so… here’s the start of the Grayson’s universe! Get ready for more stories involving our perfect little family!

Minors DNI

The cry came through the baby monitor’s speaker a mere ten minutes after silence had settled over the small apartment. There was a brief moment of quiet as you and your husband looked at each other, tensing in preparation for the argument about to ensue. 

Another wail shattered the tension and you both made a break for it. “Don’t you dare go near my baby, Grayson!” You scrambled on the hardwood floors, your socked feet not getting proper traction.

“Don’t you mean our baby, I did have a hand in making her!” Dick taunted, vaulting over the couch he was just laying on to make a mad dash towards the nursery. As delicately as he could, he pulled you to the side as he slid by, forcing you back down onto his recliner. You landed with a grunt, taking only a second to right yourself before you were back on your feet and chasing your new husband.

“I don’t think a five minute workout gives you the right to claim that you made her, especially since I was the one growing her for 9 months!” You darted forward, only just fast enough to grab the back of Dick’s shirt and yank him backwards, sending him flying past you.

He huffed in frustration before overtaking you once more. Damn his vigilante strength, you cursed to yourself. “It was six minutes and you know it!” He left into your daughter’s bedroom and slammed the door, the distinct sound of the lock clicking into place following. You had lost but, you were smiling, like an idiot in fact.

Dick was an incredible father, doting and kind, with a sense of humour that never failed to cheer you up, even in the middle of a difficult labour. With a bit of a struggle, you fished the key for the door off of the frame and quietly entered the nursery.

Alice was fully awake and staring at her father with an intensity that rivaled Tim and a cup of coffee. Her little hands were balled up into fists, her brows furrowed, her lips puckered as she grunted. You knew that face very well. “Unless you have a pair of boobs under that shirt, you better hand her over to me.” 

Your husband looked at you briefly, then turned away. “How do you know that I don’t?” You sighed and made your way over to them, wrapping your soft arms around his torso to rest your chin on his shoulder.

“I’ve seen you shirtless hundreds of times Dickie, I think I would know that.” You could feel the sadness radiating from him, disappointed that he couldn’t feed his daughter. With a small peck to his clean shaven cheek, you briefly cupped the back of Alice’s head. “I’ll go get a bottle ready for her but I’m feeding her next time.”

“Yeah sure.” He said absentmindedly, his gaze fixed upon the perfect little life in his arms. But you didn’t take any offense to his dismissal, knowing that you did the same thing. When you had her in your hold, it was impossible to look away from those big eyes that looked so much like yours. “Hey Dove?” You looked back at your husband. “Thank you.”

You shrugged and walked out. “I’ll beat you one of these days Grayson!”

“Don’t count on it Grayson!”

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