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Love Bites - Dick Grayson Headcanon

➔ The first bite was out of nowhere.

➔ You both were cuddling on the sofa and watching a random show that was on TV. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arm dangerously close to your mouth. At that moment you felt so loved by the man that you did the only logical thing that came to your mind.

“Ow! What was that for?” Dick jumped; his reaction was more of a surprised one than actual pained.

You just shrugged, “I just love you so much,” you replied innocently before turning your attention back to the TV.

➔ It confused him to no end. Why you felt the need to express your love by biting him?

➔ The second time you randomly bit him was on a random morning.

➔ He was eating cereal by the sink while texting on his phone. It was very early, and while you were extremely sleepy after a long shift at the pub, you couldn’t help but wake up due to the lack of warmth by your side.

➔ You hugged him from behind, leaning your cheek against his back as you whined sleepily causing him to chuckle at your morning neediness.

➔ At that moment, you don’t know what came over you, but you felt such a wave of passion and love towards this amazing man and you didn’t know how to express it.

➔ You bit the back of his shoulder.

➔ And again, he was confused. “You bit me again.” He turned to you, speaking with an amused chuckle.

You shrugged like you did the first time, “Couldn’t help it, I just love you so much.”

➔ Your bites didn’t hurt, but they sure as hell were confusing. Why did you feel the need to express your love by biting him?

➔ After a quick survey and research, he realized those kinds of love bites were more common than he thought.

➔ And honestly, in a weird – Dick Grayson – way, he felt honored when he understood what those bites truly meant. So, when the next bite happened, he was ready.

➔ It was a rainy weekend night; a true-crime documentary was on the TV as you both were cuddling on the sofa comfortably. He hugged you closer to him, and once again, his arm was dangerously close to your mouth.

➔ You bit him.

➔ Just this time, he wasn’t startled by the sudden random act, nor did he question it.

➔ Dick just chuckled in amusement, kissed the back of your head lovingly, and turned his attention back to the TV.

➔ Satisfied, you did the same.

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Dick mindlessly drummed on your legs that were resting on his thighs, something you’d grown accustomed to as you sat or laid together on the couch. “What song is that?”

“The Batman Song.” He told you. “I made it up on patrol when I was a kid. Still get it stuck in my head sometimes.” Dick explained and you laughed at him, turning down the TV.

“Sing it for me.” You propped your head up on the side of the couch and awaited a serenade, watching Dick dramatically clear his throat with a smirk and raised his hands, ready to tap his rhythm again.

“Da na na na, na na na na, Batman!” Dick awaited your reaction and you stared at him with an entertained smile. “That’s it.”

“It’s so…you.”

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My heart just COMBUSTED oh my lord

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Pairing | Dick Grayson × reader

Summary | You and Dick can’t seem to get any privacy in the tower.

Warnings | Smut, sexual content, 18+, unprotected sex, breeding, cunnilingus, brief fingering, cowgirl position, belly bulging, pregnancy kink, manhandling, lowkey emotional manipulation but bestie is eating it up lmao, kind of soft dom!Dick but he can be mean when he needs to be 😼

Words | 3.8k

Notes | Why are all of the animated Dick gifs him as Nightwing😭 Also I didn’t want to be basic and use the gif from when he slept with Kori in the live action so I just went with this lmao. (Also… do I like Donna and Dawn? Not particularly💀 but it worked for the story so whatever)

Ao3 link | <3

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“Fuck, pretty girl. Take it.” He growled, moving his finger inside of you faster. Your back arched into him as you let out a low whine, dragging your nails down his back, making him hiss in pain. “Look at you. So pretty underneath me. Being such a good girl.” That made you let out a loud moan but he quickly shushed you. 

“Quiet, baby. We’re not alone. You don’t want anyone to hear do you?” You clenched around his finger and let out a silent sob. “Oh you do.” He purred, moving down to trail kisses up your jaw until his lips met your ear. 

“Tell me.”

“No I- I don’t want them to hear.” You cried, leaning forward to put your head in the crook of his neck. 

“I think you’re lying.” He chuckled, slipping another finger inside, making you whimper. 

The second you heard knuckles against the door, you both froze. Dick placed his hand over your mouth as you breathed heavily, staring at him with wide eyes. 

“I was just about to make dinner and I wanted to ask if you want to help so we can hang out?” Donna called out from the other side of the door and he released your mouth for you to respond. 

“Um-“ You cut off with a choked moan when his fingers started moving again. “Dick, stop.” You whispered, clawing at his bicep. 

“Are you okay?” 

“I'm fine! I'm good. Just not feeling very well, that’s all.” You choked out, silently begging Dick to stop. 

“Oh okay. Do you need anything?” 

“N- no.” A third finger entered you, making you gasp. “Thank you though.” She was silent for a moment and the wait was agonizing. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah I’m good. Probably just need to sleep.” You prayed that the moan through your words wasn’t obvious. 

“Okay… Well, just let me know if you need anything.” 

“I will.” And then you heard footsteps receding. “You are an asshole, Dick Grayson.” You glared at him, making him chuckle. 

“If I’m such an asshole then I guess I won’t eat you out.” He shrugged, removing his fingers. You tightened your legs around his hips and watched as he brought his hand up to lick your arousal off of his fingers. “That’s a shame. You taste so fucking good too.” 

“Fine. Then I guess I won’t suck you off.” You raised your brows, challenging him, but he just let out a dark chuckle. 

“Oh, baby. If I want you to suck me off, I’m going to make you suck me off.” You took in a sharp breath at his words. “Now. If you’re done being a brat, how about I fuck you full of my come then clean you up with my mouth.” He smirked and you nodded breathlessly. He leaned up and took his cock in his hand, slowly dragging it up and down your folds. 

“Stop teasing.” You whined, squirming beneath him. 

“Be patient.” He emphasized his words by slapping your clit with his length and you let out a small whimper. 

“Please.” You whispered, using your legs to try and pull him into you. He rubbed the tip of his cock over your hole and you squirmed beneath him. But once again, both of you froze when you heard someone knock on the door. 

“Hey I heard you’re not feeling well.” Fucking Dawn. 

“Yeah I-“ You couldn't hold down the moan crawling up your throat when Dick suddenly pushed his length inside. 

“What was that? Are you okay?” 

“No I-“ He buried himself to the hilt, paused for a moment, then slowly slid back out. “I just got a cramp.” You raised your hand to bite down on your fist but Dick grabbed your wrist and held it to the bed. 

“Dick, stop.” You whispered. He didn’t. He just continued that same slow rhythm. 

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you?” He whispered back with a smirk. 

“Can I get you anything?” She called out through the door and you tried to respond but Dick moved down to your neck and started kissing across it before sucking the skin into his mouth. You let out a heavy breath and he chuckled. 

“Better respond, baby. She’s waiting.” What did she ask again?? Fuck. 

“No- thank you. I just… I- need to rest, that’s all.” He just barely increased the speed of his thrusts and you bit down hard on his shoulder to muffle your sounds. In retaliation, he bit the base of your neck, then soothed the stinging skin with his tongue. 

“Okay. Let me know if you need anything.” 

“I will.” You said through a breath, listening and waiting to hear her footsteps. 

“Fuck.” You sobbed once you knew she was gone. 

“You poor thing. That must’ve been so hard.” He cooed, pulling away from your neck to look at you. He tucked some hair behind your ear and you nodded with a pout. “You did so well, baby. Such a good girl, aren’t you?” 

“Yes.” You gasped out, moving your free hand to his back and digging your nails into his skin, making his thrusts falter for a second. 

“I think my good girl deserves a reward.” He continued the steady rocking of his hips and you let out a long, needy whine, wanting him to go faster. “Do you want me to fill you up? You want to be stuffed full of my come?” You were begging before he could even finish. 

“Please-“ You gasped out, feeling his thrusts start to go faster. “Please, I want it.” You whimpered and he let out a low groan. 

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna give it to you. And you’re gonna fucking take it.” He growled, speeding up even more. He released your wrist to put his weight on his hand and lean up a little. Your legs were locked around his back but he took one thigh and pushed it up until it rested on his shoulder, opening you up even more for him. You cried out at the new angle and he quickly put a hand on your neck. 

“Shut the fuck up.” He hissed, squeezing the sides of your neck, making you gasp. “Do you want everyone in the tower to hear you whining and moaning for me like a little slut?” 

“Dick-“ You gasped out. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” He cooed condescendingly. “Worried they’re gonna think of you differently when they hear the team genious getting fucked stupid?” He gave you a dark smirk and you squeezed your eyes shut as your mouth opened in a silent moan. 

“Then they’ll know what you really are, right? Just a pretty little fuck toy for me to use however I please. A little flesh light for me to fuck and breed.” 

“Oh god-“ You sobbed. “Fuck- please let me come.” His thrusts were brutal as he pounded into your aching hole with abandon. 

“Sorry baby, that’s not your reward.” Your brows furrowed as tears of desperation filled your eyes. 

“Please, I’ll do anything- just please let me come.” His grip tightened even more and you reached a hand up to grab his wrist. 

“You’re being greedy.” His disgruntled expression and tone made you instantly regret begging. He pulled out of you in one swift stroke and you cried out at the sudden emptiness. 

“No! No- please, I’m sorry I- I won’t be greedy anymore, I swear.” You felt a hot tear roll down your temple into your hair and he cooed as he moved his hand from your neck to wipe it away. 

“I don’t know, sweetheart. I’m not sure I’m convinced.” The way he said it was as if he was delivering bad news that he had no control over and god if it didn’t make you fucking gush. You let out a quiet sob as more tears started to fall. 

“Please.” You whispered brokenly and he shushed you as he stroked your hair. 

“I know, it’s okay.” He effortlessly flipped you over so you were kneeled over his hips, but you didn’t dare try to sit on his cock yet. 

“Don’t you want to please me? I thought you wanted to be my good girl.” 

“I- I do…” You stared down at him and trailed your gaze down his face and chest. He was barely breathless. There was a light sheen of sweat on his skin but it looked more like he was glowing rather than sweating. You watched his hands run up your thighs to grab your hips and you tentatively placed your hands on his chest. 

“Then why don’t you want to make me feel good, baby?” He stared up at you with faux sadness that looked so real, you couldn’t help but feel terrible about disappointing him. 

“I do!” 

“Really? It doesn’t seem like it. Seems like you just want everything for yourself, sweetheart.” 

“No! I- I don’t. Please, I don’t want to come, I want to make you come.” You cried, feeling your bottom lip start to tremble as your vision became blurry with more tears. “I’m sorry for being greedy. I just wanna make you feel good. That’s all I want.” 

“Yeah?” His thumbs moved in soothing circles on your hip bones as he looked up at you with puppy dog eyes. You nodded and the corners of his lips turned up. “Okay, baby. I’ll give you another chance.”

“Thank you!” You all but cried in relief but you fully melted at the smile on his face. Pleasing Dick Grayson was like breathing air— you want to do it all the time- need to actually- and if you don’t, it hurts— and you’re finally able to breathe again. 

You looked at him questioningly as you reached for his length. He nodded in response so you took it in your hand and lifted your hips enough to slide back onto him. You let out a shaky breath as your ass met his thighs.

“Good. Keep going.” Good. Not good girl. Just good. The thought almost made you cry but you tried to remember that right now you’re earning back his praise. 

Slowly lifting yourself, you watched as his expression barely changed. Honestly if it wasn’t for the satisfying stretch of your hole, you probably wouldn’t even be able to tell that he’s balls deep inside you right now. That only spurred you on. You dropped back down and adjusted your hand on his chest, then continued the moving up and down. 

“Wonder how long you’ll last.” He smirked, dragging his gaze down your body before making his way back up to your face.

“What?” You said through a breath. 

“Well this is about you pleasing me. And you rarely last more than five minutes on top. So I’m just wondering how long you’ll last.”

“I can… I can go longer than five minutes.” You frowned through the lie. You definitely couldn’t. And you both knew it. 

You worked yourself faster on his cock, putting more weight on his chest to hover above him and circle your hips. Your thighs were already starting to ache, but you can’t stop. Especially after he just basically challenged you like that. Maybe that was his intention though. His hands moved up and down your quivering thighs and he let out a low chuckle. 

“You’re already shaking, baby.” Furrowing your brows and frowning, you sped up, eager to prove him wrong. The only noises filling the room were skin slapping skin and your panting. You dragged your nails down his chest and a low moan filled the room. Finally a reaction. 

Leaning down, you kissed across his chest as your hips slowed into a rocking motion. You moaned into his chest as your clit rubbed against his pelvis and decided to get to work on marking him. It’s not often that he lets you do this- he appreciates a mark or two every once in a while, but sometimes you just want to completely cover your boyfriend in bruises. And right now was one of those times. 

You felt the vibrations through his chest as he groaned when you sucked the skin below his collar bone into your mouth. 

Dick has always been very strict about hickeys on his neck- very big no no. Once you did it by accident and you couldn’t sit for two days. That was an overreaction to the situation mostly just for the sake of having fun with a punishment, but it’s still heavily frowned upon. 

So instead you chose to get as close to his neck as possible without disobeying him. Depending on what shirt he wears, they might be visible. 

You kissed your way up to the base of his neck by his shoulder and his hand gripped your hair in a warning. Trailing kisses up to his ear, you paused and could feel his shuddering breath on your neck. 

“Please?” You whispered, still slowly rocking your hips. “Wanna make sure everyone knows you're mine. Want them all to know how fucking needy you make me that I just can’t help myself and have to mark you.” You finished the sentence with a light kiss on his neck below his ear. 

Using his grip on your hair, he pulled your head back just enough so that he could look into your eyes. His gaze moved between them and you tried not to smirk at the fact that you were almost positive he was going to say yes. 

Swallowing thickly, you glanced at his lips and whispered one more “please.” His entire resolve fell. 

“One.” 

You almost fucking squealed. 

“One… on each side?” You asked sheepishly, trying to show that you’re mostly joking and not trying to actually be greedy right now. He bit his lip to contain his smile and all but rolled his eyes at you. 

“Fine. One on each side. Then that’s it.” Before he could even finish you were leaning forward to press your lips against his. He let out a surprised moan but relaxed into the kiss and then lightly nipped at your bottom lip. 

You made quick work of moving to his neck, carefully planning where you wanted them to go. The first one you decided to do a couple inches below his jaw and away from his ear. Your hips grew more frantic as you took your time, making sure it was as dark as possible before moving on. 

The hand in your hair moved back down to your hip and he snaked both hands around to squeeze your ass and guide your movements. You let out a low moan at the feeling of his nails digging into your skin, but continued kissing across his neck to the other side. 

This choice was easy. Barely an inch away from his adams apple. Unless he wore a really really tall turtleneck- that he doesn’t even own- there’s no hiding this. He seemed to know it too because he dug his nails into your ass until you gasped out in pain. You finished off the mark with a light nip at the purple skin, then pulled back to admire your work. 

“You look so fucking hot.” You groaned, leaning down and kissing him again. Rocking your hips faster and harder against him, you silently begged him to take over and pound you until you cried from overstimulation. 

“Don’t get used to it.” He mumbled into the kiss. You could feel his smile against your lips too. 

“Know what I want for our anniversary now.” You still didn’t pull away from the kiss, both of you too needy to pause just for a conversation. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm. Unlimited hickeys wherever I want.” You smirked against his lips and you could practically feel him roll his eyes. Reluctantly he pulled back, bringing a hand up to your face and running his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Can’t I just get you some diamond earrings or something instead?” He groaned playfully. 

“Nope. Some girls like diamonds. I like my man covered in hickeys.” You smiled and he scoffed a laugh. “Now I believe it’s been longer than five minutes.” Your smile turned into a smirk as he raised his brows. 

“All you did was rock your hips for the majority of it.” 

“I was still on top though. It counts.”

“Oh?” Once again, he effortlessly flipped you over, this time with his length never leaving you. “So this counts?” He started slowly rocking his hips into you and you rolled your eyes. 

“Just fuck me, Grayson.” 

“Baby… you’re already on your last chance. You sure that’s how you want to play it?” 

“What if I do?” You said breathlessly, bucking your hips, trying to get more friction. 

“If you do then you’re not coming and I’m not gonna fuck my load into your little cunt. I’ll come on your tits instead.” You bit your lip and he raised his brows as he waited for a response. God that sounds so fucking hot- But… him coming inside you sounds just slightly hotter. 

You frowned and looked away from him, mumbling a small “fine,” making him chuckle. 

“That’s what I thought. Now be a good girl and just lay there and let me use my fleshlight to make myself come.” He smirked and you let out a choked moan. Leaning up to sit on his knees, he took your hips in his hands and lifted your bottom half off the bed, then started drilling into you without mercy. You tried not to think about how fucking loud the sound of his thighs hitting your ass was. 

Instead, you focused on how his arm muscles are bulging even though he makes lifting you look completely effortless. You watched as he threw his head back with a low groan and you could feel yourself getting close. Almost as if he could sense you watching him, his head lifted back up until he was looking down at you. His gaze dragged down your body and when you looked down, you could see your tits moving with each thrust and you blushed at the sight. Looking down a little farther, you could see the tip of his cock bulging your stomach each time he pushed in. He seemed to notice that too. 

“See that, baby? See how deep I am? That’s where all my come is gonna go- right in your fucking womb.” You let out a loud moan and he chuckled. 

“You like the sound of that? You want me to breed you? Fuck a baby into you? Because I’m going to. Gonna fuck you so full of my come, you won’t have any choice but to get pregnant. Maybe I’ll even give you another load just to make sure.” He smirked and you let out a long, needy whine. He started panting as he thrusted into you even faster and you could tell he’s getting close. 

“Ready for your reward?” You nodded and he snickered at your eagerness. “I want you to ask nicely though. Do a good job begging and I’ll give it to you.” You didn’t have to be told twice. 

“Please, Dick. I- I want you to fill me up. Want you to fuck a baby into me.” You whined, wanting to squirm away from the ruthless bucking of his hips, but not being able to because of how you were being held up. 

“Look at you. Such a good sex toy, following instructions so well.” He cooed and even though he was patronizing you, you melted all the same. “Since you’re such a good girl, I’m gonna give you what you want.” You ached to reach a hand down to rub at your clit but you knew he wouldn’t allow that. Not right now. 

His thrusts grew more erratic as he pulled your body to meet him half way until finally, he pulled you flush against him and let out a loud moan. He pushed into you so deep, the feeling against your cervix was almost uncomfortable. 

“Fuck- look at how deep my cock is, baby.” He all but whimpered and that made you clench around him. He moaned even louder as he rode out his orgasm, until he eventually quieted down, the only sounds audible being his heavy breathing and your needy whines. He set you down and leaned over you to press a soft kiss against your lips. 

“There we go. All filled up.” He rubbed your stomach where his cock was visible and you whimpered weakly. “You did such a good job making me come, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.” 

“Please.” You whined, trying to buck your hips to get some friction. 

“You wanna come?” He asked, tilting his head like a puppy. You nodded and tried to suppress the tears of desperation starting to grow again. “I guess I did promise you something.” He said coyly as his lips curled up into a smirk. He leaned back up again and slowly dragged his cock out of you, wincing at the sensitivity. When he eagerly moved onto his stomach and hooked his arms under your legs, you blushed and let out a needy whine.  

“God- your little hole is so fucked out.” He groaned, eyes focused on your sex. When he leaned forward suddenly and sucked your clit into his mouth, your hips bucked against his face as your hands flew to his hair. 

“Oh fuck-“ You said through a moan, letting your eyes fall shut as you focused on the feeling. He paid attention to your clit for a while, licking and sucking, sometimes lightly biting, before moving back down to your hole. He fucked his tongue inside you, lapping up your shared arousal as he groaned against you. 

“Fuck- I’m so fucking close,” You sobbed out, pulling him closer by his hair as your hips continued rutting against him. He moaned in response and moved back up to your clit, now focused on drawing your orgasm out of you. Which didn’t take much longer when he slipped two fingers inside, curling them against your walls, making an embarrassing squelching sound with each movement. When your orgasm crashed over you, you had to bring a hand up to cover your mouth. Dick didn’t stop until your hips were twitching from the overstimulation and you were pulling on his hair, this time away from you, as you begged him to stop. Which he reluctantly did after another torturous few seconds. 

“Fuck.” He groaned, removing his fingers to suck them into his mouth, not wanting to waste a drop. “You taste so fucking good.” He said through a moan, crawling over your body to press his lips to yours. You were still catching your breath, breathing heavily through your nose as he kissed you. When he pulled back just enough so that only his nose brushed yours, you started panting, now breathless from the kiss. 

“Think they bought it?” He smirked and you covered your blushing face with a groan at the reminder. 

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a/n: our fav superheroes & supes <3 (i cry at the lack of smallville!clark kent content floating around so why not make my own?) if written for a different version of a character it will be specified. (eg - henry cavill superman = hc) ps i love jensen ackles

CLARK KENT

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summary: to make your ex jealous, your best friend suggests the two of you work together. but it’s not like you knew, he was never planning on letting you go.

SOLDIER BOY (BEN)

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JASON TEAGUE

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BRUCE WAYNE

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JASON TODD

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🔞 Dick Grayson x reader| Minors DNI| NSFW WARNING!!! 🔞

You and Dick make out in your camper after his hero shift ended

Contents: Dick x Fem! reader-both adult-explicit content-crampie-moaning-consensual-smut-cumming-hard-cussing-l'ots of pet names by Dick-cute-fluff-aftercare-affirmation by Dick-body talk-reader is insecure about their appearnces/body

I'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

Please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s: uhhh now i write for DC too i guess? ╮(￣▽￣)╭ i just write what cames in my mind,it's not good but i try ahaha (-ヮ-"")

it's my first time writing him especially NSFW so i'm like ahhhhh

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Dick shushes you as quietly as he can, trying to keep you both as silent as possible. The trailer is small, the thin walls practically paper-thin. It’s not just the two of you in the trailer park, there are plenty of other people around as well. Anyone can hear you if you’re too loud.

“Keep it down” he murmurs before capturing your lips with his own again, his hands roaming your body. You moaned in his mouth as you felt him burying inside you.

Dick groans as your body clenches around him, the sound being buried by your own moan against his lips. He tries to keep you quiet by muffling your sounds with his own mouth, his teeth nipping at your lip as he begins to move, setting a quick and eager pace. It’s been so long since he’s had the time to be alone with you, the last thing he wants to do is wait.

“Stay quiet, darling, don’t want to get caught” he murmurs against your skin, his lips trailing down the column of your neck.

You moaned in response,gripping his shoulders biting down on his skin to muffled them

Dick’s lips fall away from your neck, letting out a sharp hiss as you bite his skin. It hurts, but in the best way possible. He’s always loved the way you mark his skin. The way you claim him as your own.

“Darling” he breathes, a warning in his voice as he continues to move, hips rocking against yours quickly. Even with the warning, he’ll never make you stop. “Please, bite me again.”

As Dick found your g spot you melted allowing him to go deeper as you bited his shoulder harder "ff..fuck oh f..fuck god" you mewled

Dick groaned as you bit into his shoulder, your reaction driving him to move harder and faster. He knows exactly how to please you, and exactly how to make you fall apart.

“That’s it” he murmurs, his fingers digging into your hips. He’s careful to make sure the mark won’t be visible with his suit later. “That’s it—such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

Dick keeps your wrists pinned on either side of your head, keeping you locked in place in the mating position. “Don’t move, darling” he murmurs, his voice firm. He’s in control right now, keeping you locked to the bed as he moves.

He leans down, his lips finding your ear once again. “You know better than to disobey.”

Desperate moans lifted your lips,sweat running down your face,eyes closed and mouth open

“God, you’re so perfect like this” he breathes in your ear as he moves. “So pretty, all for me.”

Dick releases one of your wrists to reach down, his hand moving between your bodies. He circles his fingers over the bundle of nerves, wanting to send you over the edge again. “Come on, darling, can you come for me again? Just like that.”

Dick knew you were close, he could hear it. He loved to hear the beautiful sounds you made as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it, darling, just like that” he coos, his lips returning to your neck. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

You mewled moaning "ah ah D..dick.." you whined as your pussy clenched around his cock

“Good girl, come on” he repeated, encouraging you as he continued to drive into you, his fingers working over your clit. The praises leave his lips effortlessly, falling over and over as he works you over. “That’s it, darling, come for me. Let me hear those pretty sounds of yours"

"N..not the c..clit mhn" you whined pouting as your cunt made wet sounds "mhn not f..fair" you moaned again

Dick smirked, his smirk pressed against your skin. He loved to tease you like this, to take you to the edge and leave you there. “What was that, darling?” he muses, his voice low and his breath warm. “You don’t like when I do that?”

He circles his fingers over your clit in the same exact motion, drawing another whimper from you. “Not fair?” he repeats back, his lips still against your skin. “Why’s that?”

You cried out moaning mewling moaning faster the combination of his fingers and his cock made you see starts "mhnn n…not f..air…g..gonna come" you moaned desperately

Dick smiled, relishing in the way your body reacts to his touch. The way your legs would shake, how you’d whine and whimper, the perfect little sounds you made. All because of him. “Yes you will, darling, come on” he coos as he keeps his fingers moving in the same pattern. “I know you can do it, come for me like a good girl. That’s it, that’s it, so pretty”

Plop sounds filled the room along your moans "Ah ahn" He hitted your g spot again melting you "c..coming..hamn"

Dick groaned as your body began to fall apart, clenching around him. He could feel how close you were, in the arch of your back, the way your breaths hitched, the way you kept repeating his name like a prayer.

“That’s it” he encouraged, his fingers moving faster. “Come for me, darling, you’re so beautiful, come for me” Dick held you close as the orgasm washed over you, your body shaking as you came around him. He continued to move, working you through the intense pleasure. “That’s it, darling, so good for me” he breathed, his own breath catching as he began to get close himself. “Don’t...don’t stop” he repeated, his voice growing more breathless as he chased his own climax. “Keep going, don’t stop” he repeated urgently. “Stay just like that, just like that—“

His words were cut off as he finally came, burying himself as deep as he could and letting out a strangled cry , his hips stilling and his body shaking. He held you tight against him as he tried to catch his breath, his head falling to your shoulder. “Fuck” he panted softly, his voice muffled against your skin. “You’re so perfect, darling, so perfect.”

He slowly pulled out, shifting to lay on the bed beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him. He held you close, holding you against his chest as he tried to catch his breath.

“You alright?“ he asked after a moment, tilting your chin up to look at him. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his thumb rubbing against your cheek. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?“

He knew he had a tendency to get carried away and lose control sometimes, especially when it came to you. He was always so worried about doing something that would hurt you. Whether it be physically or emotionally — he wanted to make sure you were okay.

"no,it was good" you purred snuggling on his chest

Dick smiled, his arm wrapping around you a little tighter as you snuggled up against him. He loved the feeling of having you in his arms like this, so soft and warm and safe.

“Good” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your hair as he began to run his fingers through the strands soothingly. “I was worried I might’ve gotten a little carried away there in the end.”

Dick held you closer, pulling the covers up over the two of you. He rested his chin on the top of your head as he continued to run his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp.

He could stay like this forever. Wrapped up in bed with you, alone and carefree. If he had his way, you’d never have to leave his arms.

He knew he shouldn’t be getting so attached. Dick was a superhero, and the life that came with being a vigilante didn’t allow for things like relationships. But he couldn’t help how he felt about you. With you, it was different. You made him want to throw caution to the wind, and just be with you.

But he knew he couldn’t. He had responsibilities, duties that came before his own happiness. He couldn’t bring you into that world. It was too dangerous. You’d only get hurt.

He held you a little tighter, his mind swirling with thoughts as he tried desperately to shake them away. He couldn’t let himself dwell on the ‘what ifs’. Not now. Not when he had you here with him.

Dick closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of your body curled up against him. The sound of your breaths, the feeling of your hair under his fingers, the warmth of your skin. All of it was so perfect, he couldn’t let himself ruin it now by overthinking everything.

He was determined to push those thoughts from his mind and just enjoy this moment with you. You were here now, and that’s all that mattered. Nothing else. Just him and you, here in this moment.

He pressed another kiss to the top of your head, his arm wrapping a little tighter around you. “I love you” he murmured softly. “You know that, right?” "Me too pumpkin" you cooed again kissing his neck snuggling "so much"

Dick smiled, his heart fluttering in his chest as you kissed his neck. He loved it when you called him things like that, little pet names and cutesy phrases. It always made him feel so special, so cared for.

He held you a little tighter, his arms encircling you and holding you against him like he never wanted to let go. “I don’t deserve you” he murmured, his voice quiet. “You’re too good for me, you know that?”

“You could do so much better than me” he continued, his thumb tracing small circles against your shoulder. “You deserve the world. And I just…I’m just a guy. A guy with a dangerous job, and a lot of baggage.” "Stop that bullshit pumpkin,you protect the city,the innocents and that's all i need to know" you purred

Dick couldn’t help but smile slightly. You always seemed to know exactly what to say to make him feel better.

“Yeah, but I don’t exactly have, y’know, a stable job” he countered, his voice still quiet. “I don’t have a lot of money. I’m always putting myself in danger. I could get hurt at any moment. And I’m barely even here at the apartment half the time.”

"I don't care as long as we have eachother,afterall love can conquer all" you replied pepper kissing his cheek before biting it playfully

Dick chuckled, the sound low and deep. He couldn’t stay serious too long when you were being so damn cute.

“You know, most people would run for the hills if they found out their boyfriend was a superhero” he said, his hands roaming your body. “I’m surprised you’re not scared off by it, darling. I’m not exactly normal.”

"You're the damn Nightwing,Dick,super famous and all, i should be the one saying that,i'm just a normal woman with well illustration job and drawing stuff" you chuckled

“Just a normal woman” Dick repeated, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, sure. The most beautiful woman alive, with the most caring heart, and insanely talented at art. Yeah, just normal.”

"Well im not pretty first of all,i'm not that good looking ass blonde uh women you see around,i'm chubby and wears sweaters or sporty clothes"

“And I don’t want one of those blonde fake girls” Dick countered, pulling you a little closer to him. “I want you. The real you. You’re perfect the way you are, darling. I don’t want some fake girl with the big butt and perfect body. I want someone real. I want you.”

“Besides, I like that you wear oversized sweaters” he added, gently running his fingers over your sides. “They’re cute. And it means when I take them off of you” he teased, his voice growing quieter “it’s all the more satisfying.”

“I love how soft you are” he murmured, his hands roaming your body. “How curvy you are, how soft and warm you are. You’re perfect, darling, so perfect. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not good enough because you’re not what society’s version of ‘perfect.’ You’re good enough. You’re more than good enough. You’re everything, darling.”

He knew you would argue with him on it. He knew you would try to put yourself down, to focus on all the things you viewed as flaws. But he wasn’t going to let you do that. He loved everything about you, your body, your mind, your heart. Every part of you was perfect to him. “You’re beautiful, darling” he repeated, his hands tracing over your curves. “And I’m going to repeat it as many times as I need to until you believe it. Got it?”

“Yeah, yeah” you mumbled, nuzzling your head into his chest. He could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he showered you with compliments. You still weren’t used to being complimented so much, but you were getting better at accepting them.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook yet” Dick teased, pulling you closer. “If you start to put yourself down again, I’m just going to keep repeating how perfect you are, over and over. Even when you get sick of hearing it, I’m not gonna stop. So you better get used to it, darling.”

He planted a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his hands moving to rest on your hips. He loved being here with you like this, holding you close and hearing the sound of your soft breaths. It was a moment of peace and serenity in the chaos of his life.

“Get some sleep, yeah?” he murmured, his fingers tracing small circles against your skin. “You need rest. You’ve been working yourself too hard again, I can tell.”

He knew you had a habit of overworking yourself, especially with deadlines. You always tried to do too much, give too much, push yourself too hard. He was worried about you, but he knew you were stubborn and would try to brush it off if he mentioned it.

“And no more working late” he added, his voice a little firmer. “I swear if I have to wake up to an empty bed again, I’m going to tie you to the bed and not let you up for a week. Understood?”

He smirked as he felt you shiver slightly, your body reacting to his command. He knew you liked it when he was a little dominant, when he took charge and told you what to do. It always got a reaction out of you that he loved to see.

“That got your attention” he teased, his tone still firm. “No more working late, darling. I mean it. That means no more all-nighters at the office, and no more working in your room at three in the morning. Got it?”

He felt you nod against his chest, your head rubbing against his skin. “Yes, Sir” you mumbled, your voice quiet and slightly submissive. It sent a shudder down his spine when you called him that, a reminder of just how much control he had over you right now.

“Good girl” he purred, his hands continuing to roam your body. “You listen to me, understand? I don’t want you working yourself too hard. I worry about you, darling. You need to look after yourself better.”

🔞 Dick Grayson x reader| Minors DNI| NSFW WARNING!!! 🔞

You and Dick make out in your camper after his hero shift ended

Contents: Dick x Fem! reader-both adult-explicit content-crampie-moaning-consensual-smut-cumming-hard-cussing-l'ots of pet names by Dick-cute-fluff-aftercare-affirmation by Dick-body talk-reader is insecure about their appearnces/body

I'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

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P.s: uhhh now i write for DC too i guess? ╮(￣▽￣)╭ i just write what cames in my mind,it's not good but i try ahaha (-ヮ-"")

it's my first time writing him especially NSFW so i'm like ahhhhh

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Dick shushes you as quietly as he can, trying to keep you both as silent as possible. The trailer is small, the thin walls practically paper-thin. It’s not just the two of you in the trailer park, there are plenty of other people around as well. Anyone can hear you if you’re too loud.

“Keep it down” he murmurs before capturing your lips with his own again, his hands roaming your body. You moaned in his mouth as you felt him burying inside you.

Dick groans as your body clenches around him, the sound being buried by your own moan against his lips. He tries to keep you quiet by muffling your sounds with his own mouth, his teeth nipping at your lip as he begins to move, setting a quick and eager pace. It’s been so long since he’s had the time to be alone with you, the last thing he wants to do is wait.

“Stay quiet, darling, don’t want to get caught” he murmurs against your skin, his lips trailing down the column of your neck.

You moaned in response,gripping his shoulders biting down on his skin to muffled them

Dick’s lips fall away from your neck, letting out a sharp hiss as you bite his skin. It hurts, but in the best way possible. He’s always loved the way you mark his skin. The way you claim him as your own.

“Darling” he breathes, a warning in his voice as he continues to move, hips rocking against yours quickly. Even with the warning, he’ll never make you stop. “Please, bite me again.”

As Dick found your g spot you melted allowing him to go deeper as you bited his shoulder harder "ff..fuck oh f..fuck god" you mewled

Dick groaned as you bit into his shoulder, your reaction driving him to move harder and faster. He knows exactly how to please you, and exactly how to make you fall apart.

“That’s it” he murmurs, his fingers digging into your hips. He’s careful to make sure the mark won’t be visible with his suit later. “That’s it—such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

Dick keeps your wrists pinned on either side of your head, keeping you locked in place in the mating position. “Don’t move, darling” he murmurs, his voice firm. He’s in control right now, keeping you locked to the bed as he moves.

He leans down, his lips finding your ear once again. “You know better than to disobey.”

Desperate moans lifted your lips,sweat running down your face,eyes closed and mouth open

“God, you’re so perfect like this” he breathes in your ear as he moves. “So pretty, all for me.”

Dick releases one of your wrists to reach down, his hand moving between your bodies. He circles his fingers over the bundle of nerves, wanting to send you over the edge again. “Come on, darling, can you come for me again? Just like that.”

Dick knew you were close, he could hear it. He loved to hear the beautiful sounds you made as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it, darling, just like that” he coos, his lips returning to your neck. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

You mewled moaning "ah ah D..dick.." you whined as your pussy clenched around his cock

“Good girl, come on” he repeated, encouraging you as he continued to drive into you, his fingers working over your clit. The praises leave his lips effortlessly, falling over and over as he works you over. “That’s it, darling, come for me. Let me hear those pretty sounds of yours"

"N..not the c..clit mhn" you whined pouting as your cunt made wet sounds "mhn not f..fair" you moaned again

Dick smirked, his smirk pressed against your skin. He loved to tease you like this, to take you to the edge and leave you there. “What was that, darling?” he muses, his voice low and his breath warm. “You don’t like when I do that?”

He circles his fingers over your clit in the same exact motion, drawing another whimper from you. “Not fair?” he repeats back, his lips still against your skin. “Why’s that?”

You cried out moaning mewling moaning faster the combination of his fingers and his cock made you see starts "mhnn n…not f..air…g..gonna come" you moaned desperately

Dick smiled, relishing in the way your body reacts to his touch. The way your legs would shake, how you’d whine and whimper, the perfect little sounds you made. All because of him. “Yes you will, darling, come on” he coos as he keeps his fingers moving in the same pattern. “I know you can do it, come for me like a good girl. That’s it, that’s it, so pretty”

Plop sounds filled the room along your moans "Ah ahn" He hitted your g spot again melting you "c..coming..hamn"

Dick groaned as your body began to fall apart, clenching around him. He could feel how close you were, in the arch of your back, the way your breaths hitched, the way you kept repeating his name like a prayer.

“That’s it” he encouraged, his fingers moving faster. “Come for me, darling, you’re so beautiful, come for me” Dick held you close as the orgasm washed over you, your body shaking as you came around him. He continued to move, working you through the intense pleasure. “That’s it, darling, so good for me” he breathed, his own breath catching as he began to get close himself. “Don’t...don’t stop” he repeated, his voice growing more breathless as he chased his own climax. “Keep going, don’t stop” he repeated urgently. “Stay just like that, just like that—“

His words were cut off as he finally came, burying himself as deep as he could and letting out a strangled cry , his hips stilling and his body shaking. He held you tight against him as he tried to catch his breath, his head falling to your shoulder. “Fuck” he panted softly, his voice muffled against your skin. “You’re so perfect, darling, so perfect.”

He slowly pulled out, shifting to lay on the bed beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him. He held you close, holding you against his chest as he tried to catch his breath.

“You alright?“ he asked after a moment, tilting your chin up to look at him. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his thumb rubbing against your cheek. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?“

He knew he had a tendency to get carried away and lose control sometimes, especially when it came to you. He was always so worried about doing something that would hurt you. Whether it be physically or emotionally — he wanted to make sure you were okay.

"no,it was good" you purred snuggling on his chest

Dick smiled, his arm wrapping around you a little tighter as you snuggled up against him. He loved the feeling of having you in his arms like this, so soft and warm and safe.

“Good” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your hair as he began to run his fingers through the strands soothingly. “I was worried I might’ve gotten a little carried away there in the end.”

Dick held you closer, pulling the covers up over the two of you. He rested his chin on the top of your head as he continued to run his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp.

He could stay like this forever. Wrapped up in bed with you, alone and carefree. If he had his way, you’d never have to leave his arms.

He knew he shouldn’t be getting so attached. Dick was a superhero, and the life that came with being a vigilante didn’t allow for things like relationships. But he couldn’t help how he felt about you. With you, it was different. You made him want to throw caution to the wind, and just be with you.

But he knew he couldn’t. He had responsibilities, duties that came before his own happiness. He couldn’t bring you into that world. It was too dangerous. You’d only get hurt.

He held you a little tighter, his mind swirling with thoughts as he tried desperately to shake them away. He couldn’t let himself dwell on the ‘what ifs’. Not now. Not when he had you here with him.

Dick closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of your body curled up against him. The sound of your breaths, the feeling of your hair under his fingers, the warmth of your skin. All of it was so perfect, he couldn’t let himself ruin it now by overthinking everything.

He was determined to push those thoughts from his mind and just enjoy this moment with you. You were here now, and that’s all that mattered. Nothing else. Just him and you, here in this moment.

He pressed another kiss to the top of your head, his arm wrapping a little tighter around you. “I love you” he murmured softly. “You know that, right?” "Me too pumpkin" you cooed again kissing his neck snuggling "so much"

Dick smiled, his heart fluttering in his chest as you kissed his neck. He loved it when you called him things like that, little pet names and cutesy phrases. It always made him feel so special, so cared for.

He held you a little tighter, his arms encircling you and holding you against him like he never wanted to let go. “I don’t deserve you” he murmured, his voice quiet. “You’re too good for me, you know that?”

“You could do so much better than me” he continued, his thumb tracing small circles against your shoulder. “You deserve the world. And I just…I’m just a guy. A guy with a dangerous job, and a lot of baggage.” "Stop that bullshit pumpkin,you protect the city,the innocents and that's all i need to know" you purred

Dick couldn’t help but smile slightly. You always seemed to know exactly what to say to make him feel better.

“Yeah, but I don’t exactly have, y’know, a stable job” he countered, his voice still quiet. “I don’t have a lot of money. I’m always putting myself in danger. I could get hurt at any moment. And I’m barely even here at the apartment half the time.”

"I don't care as long as we have eachother,afterall love can conquer all" you replied pepper kissing his cheek before biting it playfully

Dick chuckled, the sound low and deep. He couldn’t stay serious too long when you were being so damn cute.

“You know, most people would run for the hills if they found out their boyfriend was a superhero” he said, his hands roaming your body. “I’m surprised you’re not scared off by it, darling. I’m not exactly normal.”

"You're the damn Nightwing,Dick,super famous and all, i should be the one saying that,i'm just a normal woman with well illustration job and drawing stuff" you chuckled

“Just a normal woman” Dick repeated, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, sure. The most beautiful woman alive, with the most caring heart, and insanely talented at art. Yeah, just normal.”

"Well im not pretty first of all,i'm not that good looking ass blonde uh women you see around,i'm chubby and wears sweaters or sporty clothes"

“And I don’t want one of those blonde fake girls” Dick countered, pulling you a little closer to him. “I want you. The real you. You’re perfect the way you are, darling. I don’t want some fake girl with the big butt and perfect body. I want someone real. I want you.”

“Besides, I like that you wear oversized sweaters” he added, gently running his fingers over your sides. “They’re cute. And it means when I take them off of you” he teased, his voice growing quieter “it’s all the more satisfying.”

“I love how soft you are” he murmured, his hands roaming your body. “How curvy you are, how soft and warm you are. You’re perfect, darling, so perfect. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not good enough because you’re not what society’s version of ‘perfect.’ You’re good enough. You’re more than good enough. You’re everything, darling.”

He knew you would argue with him on it. He knew you would try to put yourself down, to focus on all the things you viewed as flaws. But he wasn’t going to let you do that. He loved everything about you, your body, your mind, your heart. Every part of you was perfect to him. “You’re beautiful, darling” he repeated, his hands tracing over your curves. “And I’m going to repeat it as many times as I need to until you believe it. Got it?”

“Yeah, yeah” you mumbled, nuzzling your head into his chest. He could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he showered you with compliments. You still weren’t used to being complimented so much, but you were getting better at accepting them.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook yet” Dick teased, pulling you closer. “If you start to put yourself down again, I’m just going to keep repeating how perfect you are, over and over. Even when you get sick of hearing it, I’m not gonna stop. So you better get used to it, darling.”

He planted a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his hands moving to rest on your hips. He loved being here with you like this, holding you close and hearing the sound of your soft breaths. It was a moment of peace and serenity in the chaos of his life.

“Get some sleep, yeah?” he murmured, his fingers tracing small circles against your skin. “You need rest. You’ve been working yourself too hard again, I can tell.”

He knew you had a habit of overworking yourself, especially with deadlines. You always tried to do too much, give too much, push yourself too hard. He was worried about you, but he knew you were stubborn and would try to brush it off if he mentioned it.

“And no more working late” he added, his voice a little firmer. “I swear if I have to wake up to an empty bed again, I’m going to tie you to the bed and not let you up for a week. Understood?”

He smirked as he felt you shiver slightly, your body reacting to his command. He knew you liked it when he was a little dominant, when he took charge and told you what to do. It always got a reaction out of you that he loved to see.

“That got your attention” he teased, his tone still firm. “No more working late, darling. I mean it. That means no more all-nighters at the office, and no more working in your room at three in the morning. Got it?”

He felt you nod against his chest, your head rubbing against his skin. “Yes, Sir” you mumbled, your voice quiet and slightly submissive. It sent a shudder down his spine when you called him that, a reminder of just how much control he had over you right now.

“Good girl” he purred, his hands continuing to roam your body. “You listen to me, understand? I don’t want you working yourself too hard. I worry about you, darling. You need to look after yourself better.”

guys my age - part 3

pairing: team leader!dick grayson x f!reader

warnings: heavy smut 18+ (minors dni), oral (f! and m! receiving), size kink, age gap, language

word count: 2,800+

summary: reader, having only been at titans tower for a short time, finds herself crushing on dick grayson. after all, he’s older, more experienced, and dashingly handsome.

a/n: here it is folks, the third and final part of this miniseries !! buckle up it’s a wild ride. thanks for all of the love, i’m proud of this one <33

part 1 here / part two here

/ minors & ageless blogs will be blocked /

Keep reading

I wanna start a DC series where I crossover DC and not really known MCU girls.

Like, Dick Grayson x Ana Helstrom.

Jason Todd x Luna Maximoff.

Cuz I just love these girls and they definitely deserve more love and hype, especially for how powerful Ana is but is never mentioned in the movies and has BARELY gotten a TV show (which has been cancelled).

For how much girls are OBSESSED with Pietro Maximoff, they don't know he has a daughter. Her powers aren't flashy like his, but she's an Empath, has mind control, she can heal peoples minds, can see some parts of the future, and can keep people from accessing her mind. Like she's so cool.

Anyways, do you think I should do it?

CALL MY NAME

Danny Rand x Y/N x Dick Grayson series

Warnings: cursing

Part 1

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"I cannot believe you! I was doing my damn job!"

"Y/N, we don't send the bad guys into comas," Danny said to his girlfriend in a warning tone, which scared the living shit out of the other members of the team. Danny Rand? Being mildly infuriated? You might as well say that Sam got ahold of a bomb.

Y/N and Danny had been having a rocky couple of weeks. Y/N didn't hesitate to use her previous Widow training against their opponents, especially if they were villains who endangered the lives of others and even killed. Danny used to excuse her behavior as PTSD or just that it was all she knew being brainwashed, but it went too far this time.

"Would you have preferred that I let him kill that kid?!"

"I'm not talking to you like this. You're being unreasonable," Danny replied, his arms crossed. He preferred to have this conversation behind closed doors and not infront of his friends.

"I'm the unreasonable one?! When I kick your ass at training, annihilate Captain America's record, then I'm the perfect girlfriend!" She grabbed his arm, making him turn back at her and stop walking. He ripped off his mask, his chest slowly starting to rise and fall faster as his green eyes stared into her soul.

"What do you want from me?!"

"I'm being serious. We will talk about this later."

"Do you love me?" Y/N asked him, surprising everyone and Danny looked shocked.

"Why are you-?"

"It's a fucking yes or no question, Danny. Do you love all of me? All of the good? All of the bad?" She was tired of fighting. She knew she had issues, but those couldn't be resolved overnight. She knew she loved Danny because he had no bad parts to him, and he was the sweetest soul she had ever encountered.

The silence was tense as she stared at him, pleading with her teary eyes for him to say yes and that he was sorry. But Danny knew he couldn't lie, not to her.

"I can't do that, Y/N."

He. . .can't. It's not that he doesn't, it's that Danny Rand cannot love every flaw and every crack on her. Y/N slowly let go of his arm, pulling away both physically and mentally.

"Then I guess that means we're done," She mumbled, eyes staring into the ground as she tried to contain the tears. It felt like he had lied to her their entire relationship. Did he never love all of her? All of the broken that the Red Room had done to her? Never having a choice in life? Never being taught how to love. . .until she met him.

Maybe. . .it wasn't love.

Maybe it was never love.

"I guess so," Danny clenched his jaw, aware of how much he just hurt Y/N with his words but he needed to let her know. What she does isn't okay, and he felt like loving her was just enabling it.

Ava did her best to console her. She knew better than anyone that she truly loved Danny. Y/N rejected him the first time he asked her out simply because she was scared that if she let anyone in, they could easily walk right out. And right now, Y/N felt like she wouldn't be feeling this way if she just ignored her own feelings.

Y/N couldn't stay. She never felt like she fit in with SHIELD, but this was the icing on the cake. She knew that staying would mean having to sit through hours of mission reports just sitting far from Danny, and having to resist the urge to stare at him. Having to stop herself from playing with his blond hair, from staring at his eyes, from being near him.

And the next day, Fury had to inform the team that Y/N had abandoned ship and decided to go out on her own. That no one knew where she was going, as a Widow always knew how to cover her tracks.

All they knew was that they may never see her again.

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four years later. . .

"Isn't this the third time the helicarriers have gone down?"

"Yup, but it's the first that we'll be working with the Justice League! Woo!" Sam cheered as they made their way to a telephone stand with cleat instructions from Fury.

"That was nice of them to offer up their base like that," Ava commented, "do you think they have a weight room?"

"Have you seen Superman? They'd be crazy not to," Luke said.

"We just. . .go through here?" Peter asked, looking at the telephone booth with confusion.

"I think so," Ava grabbed the instructions from him, "yeah, that's what it says."

"What an odd transportation," Danny mumbled as everyone rushed inside, immediately regretting their decision and Ava questioning why she was still with them.

"Not all at once! Idiots!"

"Someone get out! I do not want to look like this infront of Batman!"

"Guys! Guys! It's making noise!"

Their bodies fizzled as they were transported to Mt. Justice, where the team was waiting to welcome in the heroes from New York and explain where they'd be staying and the missions they might be going on.

Only for all of them to be dogpiled ontop of eachother and the first person they see is Nightwing.

"You all okay?"

"Yeah! Yeah, just. . .chilling," Sam replied as Ava shoved him off of her and immediately got up to introduce herself.

"Sorry about them, they're idiots. White Tiger, nice to meet you," She shook his hand, hoping that Black Canary wasn't there so she didn't make a fool of herself infront of her idol.

"Nightwing. Wanna meet the team?"

"Did you all go in at the same time? Blue, Robin, and I did that once. Didn't work out so well. I actually vibrated too much and I think I almost lost my arm-" Impulse immediately started ranting to the newcomers, speeding from each person to get a good look at their new roommates.

"Sorry about him. Speedster," Blue cut him off, "Blue Beetle, this is Impulse."

Luke smiled, "Fitting names. Luke Cage."

"You don't have an alias?" Robin questioned.

"Never really thought of one, and never liked the one I had-"

"Don't tell me you've started the welcome without me, babe."

Danny felt like his heart stopped. It couldn't be. He hadn't hears your voice in four years. No ones been able to find you for four years. Everyone froze as Y/N feet walked across the floor, walking past her previous teammates and towards Nightwing.

"You're late," Nightwing turned to her as she planted herself next to him, Danny in complete shock that you were only a few feet away from him.

"Sorry, had to stop Icicle Jr. from robbing a bank. Better late than never," Y/N smiled up at him before planting her lips on his. The kiss was quick and sweet, but to Danny, it felt like a lifetime.

Turning back to her old team, her hand on her hip, she finally had the courage to say,

"Hey guys, I've missed you."

AAAAAAA I hope you guys like it!

CALL MY NAME

Danny Rand x Y/N x Dick Grayson series

Part 2

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"So, you and Nightwing?"

It was awkward. Ava was mainly upset that her friend was fine the entire time she's been away and never told her. Sam felt weird, like maybe it was due to her training that she felt the need to dissappear but Y/N was like his family and just seeing her again with no explanation felt weird. Luke was in awe at how much she had changed - she was happier, she looked great, and it looked like she finally found a home. Peter just wanted to be happy for her, despite being the one who spent countless nights wondering if she had reverted back to her Widow past and that she finally snapped.

And Danny. . .

He didn't know what to feel. On one hand, he's greatful that she's safe and seems to be more well adjusted now, but on the other, she's too happy that she may never come back to them. He had so many questions. Did I make you that uncomfortable that you needed to leave? How long have you been with them?

How long have you been with Nightwing?

How long did it take to get over him?

"Yeah, you guys probably have questions," Y/N admitted it did feel weird to see them all again. They weren't 17 anymore, they're all adults.

"How long have you been here?" Sam asked.

"Three and a half years. I struggled for awhile, even resorted to stealing until-"

"I caught her," Nightwing jumped into the conversation, wrapping his arms around her.

"Yeah. He caught me stealing from a pawn shop and put up a pretty good fight. Managed to escape, but he was obsessed with me since no girl has ever kicked his ass before," Y/N grinned.

"I thought she'd make a great addition to the team. And yes, although I've been beaten before, no girl has ever left me with a split eyebrow and a broken nose," Nightwing joked, his head resting on her shoulder. She looked so comfortable, like she found her soulmate.

"But, I am sorry I never reached out. I was embarrassed, and thought that you guys were better off without me. When Batman told us that you'd be here until the helicarriers got fixed, I wanted to tell you everything that's happened," Y/N felt relief seeing them well. But Luke noticed the entire time she was talking to them, she avoided Danny. Nightwing picked up on this and even though he knew that Danny was her ex, and trusted Y/N, he couldn't ignore how Danny looked at her. His eyes subtly scraped her body in her bodysuit, trying to gain her attention by keeping his eyes trained on her like an eagle.

Looks like someone isn't over the other.

"Beast Boy and Robin will take you guys to your rooms. I've got a meeting I need to run off to. But it was nice seeing you guys!" Y/N said as she sped off towards the zeta tube, and her old team waved goodbye to her.

"Wow Danny, subtle much?" Ava crossed her arms.

"She's grown," Danny said, almost in amazement.

"We're all adults now. She's obviously happy here, so let's just go check out our rooms, okay?" Luke slung his arm around Danny's shoulder, and he just nodded before moving on.

As they all followed Beast Boy and Robin, Dick crossed his arms and sent the infamous Bat glare towards Danny as he left.

"Calm down, there's no competition," Batgirl patted his shoulder.

"You're friends with your exes, so what's the big deal?"

"You guys respect our relationship, besides Zatanna. You know what boundaries are, but something tells me that Iron Fist won't," Dick was the son of Batman, the best detective, so it was more than obvious that he saw just how much happier Y/N was with them.

He wanted to take Y/N now that she didn't look so broken.

"Look, even if that's true, Y/N is probably the most loyal woman I've ever met. She's in love with you, not Iron Fist," She reassured him before walking away, leaving Dick feeling better but still, he wasn't going to just drop it.

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"Danny? What are you doing up so late?"

Y/N had just gotten back with some new info and files on a trafficking case she's been working on with Dinah. It was almost one in the morning when she came back and found Danny waiting for her in the kitchen.

"I could not sleep. . .and I wanted to apologize," Danny sat up from his seat and approached her.

"Danny, we were young. I was irrational-"

"You were right. The world is not fair unless you make it so, and we had to learn that the hard way. I was young and didn't know what to do when you asked me that question," Danny always regretted letting her go. He knew her past, he knew her issues, but he felt like it was all just too much.

"If you could love all of me?" Y/N repeated.

"Love is fragile, but you must work on it in order to keep it alive. I only learned that after I saw you again," Y/N sighed.

"Danny, I'm with Nightwing-"

"I don't expect you to leave him, especially after I saw him with you today. He's a good man, and I see that he does feel genuine love for you. A first love is a hard thing to get over," First love, huh? Y/N didn't want to think that all that fighting and arguing was love. But she remembered the good times. The walks in the park at midnight when they couldn't sleep, the subtle touches across eachothers bodies after making love.

"Thank you, Danny, but I have to get home now. I only came by to drop these off. Goodnight."

She walked away from him feeling ashamed. Dick was amazing, he was so attentive and he understood the pain she was going through. They both felt so right together, mentally and physically.

Yet in that moment, she looked into those green eyes and remembered why he was her first.

CALL MY NAME

Part 3

Danny Rand x Y/N x Dick Grayson

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They thought it would be cool. That it would be easy to go on a co-ops mission with her. Y/N had been prepping for this mission for months, but suddenly, Dick had other things he needed to attend to. She understood and knew she could handle this mission on her own, but that changed when her former team volunteered to join.

"Guys, this stuff isn't like SHIELD. It's dark-"

"We can handle it. No biggie. What is it?" Sam asked.

"Child sex trafficking ring," She crossed her arms, and it suddenly got quiet.

"I've seen so much as a Widow, but this is heavy. You're going to see some really hurt kids, and you might even walk in on. . ." Her hands curled into fists.

"It's strictly professional. No one needs to know that the League was involved. Strictly under wraps. Got it?" She asked, fully prepared for this.

"Yeah," Sam breathed out, not so sure of himself.

"Just tell us what you need," Luke told her.

"Good. I want Peter and Ava to be on the far north side of the building, and it's old so it should be easy to get in from these access points," As she was explaining these things, and leading them to the bio-ship they'd need to get there, Danny couldn't help but admire her initiative. Of course she knew they were all novices when it came to this, but she was being a leader.

She was being amazing.

"-Danny, Luke, you'll go under and Nova will keep watch from over us with the bio-ship. These will keep us connected," She walked up to Danny, seeing him fumble with the ear piece and grabbed it from his hands.

"Here," She gently placed it in his ear, too close for his own comfort but it felt nice seeing her act like this. She needed to get away in order to grow.

This was good for her.

"Wait, will you be going in alone?" Danny asked.

"Yes. They won't expect-"

"No. I apologize, but you can't go in by yourself. Not without backup," Danny insisted.

"They know me, so they'll know to expect me. They'll never expect you guys."

"Make them expect the unexpected," Danny retorted in his usual soft tone.

"Yeah, Danny's the quietest of all of us. Especially if you're going in through the roof and into the center of if all," Peter pointed out.

"But what about Luke?" Y/N questioned.

"I'm a brickhouse. I'll be fine," Luke insisted, and Y/N turned back to Danny.

"Follow my orders. Got it?"

"Of course," He smiled softly.

It was going smoothly. Nova stationed the bio-ship not too far from the building, and he was hiding in plain sight. Everyone was following orders as Y/N and Danny found the secret entrance through the roof, and she looked up at him.

"You ready?"

His firm nod was all she needed before jumping down. Immediately, Danny was in a panic. No ropes? Nothing to help her? He watched as she rolled onto the ground, Immediately catching the attention of the traffickers around her as she got into position.

"Sorry boys. Did I interrupt anything?"

His heart almost dropped once the first gun shot fired off. Immediately dropping down, his fists breaking his fall, he had to quickly focus on himself as bullets started towards him and he dodged and his fists easily blocked them.

"Widow-!"

She was fine. There were easily ten bodies behind her as she grabbed a gun from the man before her, aiming right for her head, and used his grip on it to her advantage. Grabbing the gun, she launched it forward and used the crown of her head to smash his before breaking the gun and letting him collapse to the ground.

Her face dropped when she looked back at him.

"Iron Fist! Behind-!"

A gunshot rung out.

But he didn't feel anything.

Danny looked over to Y/N, who had gasped and immediately grabbed her stomach.

No. No, no, no, no!

Danny immediately crushed the gun in his hand before punching the man in the face, not caring in the moment that he broke his nose and the guy definitely might have memory loss.

He shot her.

He shot Y/N.

"Sh-shit, Danny," She breathed out, falling to her knees as Danny fell with her. He wasn't going to let her die, not like this.

"Get the kids out. I-I'll be fine," She hissed, the pressure making it hurt even more.

"The team will get them. I need you to live. Move your hand."

"W-wow, you're so calm even though you're holding a dying girl in your arms," She joked, doing as he said as Danny readjusted her to be on his lap as his hand started to glow.

"There would be no honor in me if I did not know the full capacity of my power," His warmth from his hand radiated within her as she stared at the wound starting to close.

"You. . .you can heal? H-how?"

Danny chuckled, "I am a King, Widow. A King must be trained to his full capacity in order to protect his own."

"Right. You're King of K'un L'un," Y/N reminded herself. She was so angry when she found out that Danny didn't tell her, and was fully ready to just leave without saying goodbye.

"Still no queen?" She asked as he helped her up.

"Despite your initial outburst towards me in K'un L'un, the people wanted you," Her eyes widened as she leaned against him.

"Wh-what? But, I was horrible to you. I yelled at you."

"They knew I was leaving someone behind. They told me a woman who will remind you of your own humble mind is a woman worth crowning," He couldn't remember the last time she was so close. Her fit body pressed against his and she couldn't ignore that Danny definitely toned up and that suit wasn't helping.

"We need to get the children-"

"Y/N," He pulled her back by her arm, missing how close their bodies used to be to eachother.

But Danny wasn't that type of man.

"You. . .go ahead. I'll signal Nova," She knew he wanted to say more, to maybe even do something.

And maybe she wanted him to.

CALL MY NAME

Danny Rand x Y/N x Dick Grayson

Part 4

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"Thank God you're alive."

Dick Grayson felt like his world collapsed when he was told that (Y/N) was shot. Not the arm, or leg, but center chest during a mission that he left because he thought she could handle it.

Especially with her old team.

"I'm fine. It didn't even leave a mark," She lifted up her shirt to show that there was no scar, not even a scratch, where the bullet entered.

"Still, I thought. . .I thought the worst, baby," Dick whimpered, his entire demeanor almost crumbling at the thought of the woman he's loved more than anything else just dying.

And he blamed himself.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let my guard down."

"No, no, this is not your fault. You saved ninety kids from absolute hell on earth, (Y/N)."

"No, I didn't," You dismissed, walking around him and towards the kitchen.

"The team did. Nova extracted the kids while Luke kept watch, and White Tiger and Spiderman apprehended the traffickers who weren't murdered. I just laid there, and Danny had to fucking carry me back like a baby," You groaned, remembering how useless you felt on your own mission.

"You called him Danny."

You looked up at him, and without the domino mask and in the comfort of your own home, you could tell now more than ever that Dick Grayson was frustrated yet nervous.

"Yeah. . .? So?"

His brows furrowed, "He's Iron Fist. You called everyone else by their hero alias but him."

"Are you fucking serious right now? What's wrong with you?" You immediately got defensive, trying to turn the narrative but you've always called him Danny. Only on the battlefield did you call him Iron Fist.

"You've gotten closer to him and I don't like it."

"He was my teammate, and he just saved my life! So sorry if I called him by his birth name," You were confused.

Did he not trust you?

After all this time?

"I could say the same shit about Zatanna," You crossed your arms.

"Zatanna is not the topic of this discussion."

"But when she is, Zatanna is some amazing sorceress! She's undefeatable, she's changed so much! God, first she's a nuisance in our lives and now she's a saviour for respecting our relationship?!" You yelled at him. Zatanna always made it clear that she wasn't going anywhere when you and Dick got together, but he always shoved her away.

"Zatanna is not the one always looking you up and down like you're some meal!"

You stepped back, "What are you talking about?"

"You're a Widow, (Y/N). Figure it out for yourself."

You did notice it. The way that Danny always gravitated towards you at meetings, the way he would subtly and 'accidentally' brush his hand against your thigh, and the way he stared. Maybe no one else noticed but you recognized it well. It the same stare he gave you after a mission where your suit was ripped and you had to get it fixed, and as mature and zen as Danny is - he was feral.

Only moments after you dropped it off to have it fixed and made your way to your room, you found Danny waiting outside with a clenched jaw and a lustful gaze.

That night was your first time together.

And the thought of that look made you shiver.

"I'll talk to him. Danny is the most respectful man I know, and he would never make a move on me," You expressed. He always asked, no matter the situation. Being raised by Monks can teach a guy a thing or two.

"After this, after SHIELD has all their shit fixed, I don't feel comfortable with you being around him anymore. I know its a lot to ask, but-"

"It is," You cut him off, "even if I were to just hang with Luke, Sam, Peter and Ava - Danny has always been their friend. They're a group, so I can't just tell Danny to fuck off when I want to see them. And it's been years since I've seen any of them. I want to repair the friendship we had."

Dick sighed, not knowing what to do. He loves (Y/N), he knows he always will, but the mere thought of Daniel Rand being the constant in her life made him jealous. She even said Danny was her first love, and as much trust that they've built up, he wanted to be selfish.

He wanted Iron Fist to go away.

"Then I want to talk to him."

Her head snapped up.

"To Danny?"

He nodded, "I need to know, man to man, that he no longer has feelings for you. That I can trust him."

(Y/N) felt off. Yes, this is a good thing, they should talk this out and clear the air. But Danny compared to Dick? Danny doesn't lie, and if he still has feelings for her, Dick might very well lose it.

But she still said, "Okay."

The Mask (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Prompt: “Wanna hang out on the rooftop? It’s nice tonight.”

Requested: Yes

At midnight you laid on the couch in your apartment, the light from the television illuminating the otherwise dark room. It seemed like Saturday took forever to arrive, and now that it was upon you, you were celebrating by not sleeping. Watching a show you had already seen before in its entirety, and eating a half empty tub of ice cream seemed, also, like a good idea.

Mentally, you kept denying it, but you weren’t up to see if dying of sleep deprivation could actually happen to you, you were awake and waiting for him. ‘Him’ being a certain vigilante who had been dropping by your apartment for a month and a half, knocking on the window by the fire escape, and spending hours with you until he was called away to finish his nightly work as a hero of Blüdhaven. You never asked his real name or begged to see his face, only hoped one day he would be comfortable enough to show you who he was. For now, you called him Nightwing.

Sure enough, there came a tap on the glass, bringing you away from the television, and over to the window. Undoing the latch, you pushed up the wooden frame, coming face to face with your beloved crimefighter.

“Hey,” you said in a breathy voice, taking in the rush of cool, salty air, “right on time.”

“I pride myself on my punctuality,” he said, a smile creeping onto his face. There was a pause in the conversation as the two you stared at one another, though his mask obscured the view of his eyes there was still so much to take in about him. The sharpness of his jaw, full lips, a curved nose, and of course, the famous Nightwing suit. One that every one of Gotham and Blüdhaven was familiar with. “Wanna hang out on the rooftop? It’s nice tonight.” He said motioning towards the top of the apartment complex. With a smile, you nodded your head, taking his extended hand as he assisted you onto the fire escape.

The two of you sat perched on the edge of the building, overlooking the neighborhood. The whistle of the soft breeze between buildings soothing away any stress the day might have brought. No words were exchanged between either of you, mutually choosing to quietly enjoy the nice weather that was so rare in Blüdhaven. It must have been at least ten minutes of silence before Nightwing spoke.

“This is why I like Blüdhaven more than Gotham,” he said, his voice soft and calm, “Not that I have anything against Gotham, I practically grew up there, but here it’s just,” a pause of thought, “different.” You hummed in agreement.

“You grew up in Gotham?” You asked after a bit, curiosity laced in the tone of your voice. Nightwing turned his head towards you, seemingly surprised you caught that part of what he said.

“Uh, yeah, pretty much.” He confirmed, nodding his head. There were a few bits of information about him you clung to. He referred to Robin, Red Robin, and Red Hood as his brothers. He also talked briefly about the Batgirls that wander around Gotham as well. There had been mention of teammates outside of the ones in Gotham, but secret identities were important to these people, so you didn’t push. You were afraid you’d ask too much one day, resulting in Nightwing never coming back to visit you.

Still, you wondered who it was under the mask. What his name, his real name, was. What he did when he wasn’t doing his job as a vigilante. He knew so much about you- your name, what you did for a living, where you lived.

“I know so little about you,” You didn’t mean to say it out loud, or maybe you did, either way, Nightwing heard your remark, and dropped his head a bit, a huff leaving his mouth.

“My father might kill me,” he said, his voice sounded a little defeated, or tired. Carefully he reached up to his mask, pulling the blue and black cover away from his face. With nothing to obscure the view of his face, blue eyes now visible to you, he was now entirely familiar.

You had seen his face before. You had thought it even when the mask was still on, that the man in front of you looked eerily similar to someone you’ve already seen.

Nightwing looked back at you, waiting for some response, but instead, you continued to gaze at him, eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.

“I have seen you before,” you said, turning on the edge of the building to face him better. He moved as well, making it so you could see his face completely.

“Gotham Times loves writing about my brothers and my father,” he said, rolling his eyes, “myself included.”

Gotham Times. Where would he have a slot? There was the sports section, the charity sections, ads, the political section took up half the issue, business section, celebrity section- oh.

You definitely knew who the man sitting in front of you was. He was right, a picture of him usually accompanied one of Bruce Wayne. He had been in a spotlight in Gotham since he was a little kid.

“Wait, you’re-” you were going to blurt out what you had pieced together when he cut you off.

“It’s a nice night, windows are open, people can hear,” he said, a finger to his lips, telling you to quiet down. Nodding, you grabbed his hand, pulling him up from the ledge and back down the fire escape to your apartment. Once both inside, you slammed the window shut and turned to him.

“Richard Grayson,” you sighed out, a smile plastered on your face. He nodded.

“My friends call me Dick,” he replied, you raised an eyebrow, “seriously,” he let out a soft laugh. The light from the television still was the only source of light in the room, illuminating one side of Dick’s face. He looked as if he was still waiting for you to say something. You frankly didn’t know what to say;

'Thanks for telling me who you are?’

'You’re beautiful?’

'Does this mean all the Wayne Family are superheroes?’

The latter of which you felt you knew the answer to deep down.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, subconsciously taking a few steps toward him, “for taking off the mask. Now that I see you without it, I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you.” Dick smirked, looking down at the mask he held in his hand.

“It’s not as unbelievable as you think,” he whispered. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear what he had said, but standing so close to him you could hear even the shallowest of breaths. His eyes slowly came up to meet yours, the blue color of his eyes seemed magnified in the lighting of the room. It took a moment to build up the courage, but after, you held your breath and leaned forward, your mouth coming to meet his. His skin was still cold from sitting on the rooftop, but it felt nice against your warming skin. The kiss was soft and quick, the two of you leaning back ever so slightly to meet eyes again. A look that said, 'Should we do that again?’, which was answered by the sound of the mask he had been holding hitting the hardwood of the floor, and his arms coming around your waist to pull you closer. The kisses that followed were much longer, though still soft, and exactly what you wanted it to be, and what he needed it to be.

Master List:

Updated on 1.24.19

Some of these are from my other blog @jasxontxdd

Jason Todd:

- Overprotective (2) (3) (4) (Dad!Jason)

- Meeting Jason Todd (Jason x Reader)

- Babybird (2) (Batmom)

-I Got You (Jayroy)

Dick Grayson:

- The Mask  (Dick x Reader)

Tim Drake:

- 1 AM  (Tim Drake x Reader)

Damian Wayne:

- A Little Company (Batmom)

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Outer space was vast.  Immense with emptiness, and yet still full of life. The last five years of Y/n life were spent in this vast nothingness, travelling, patrolling, protecting. Her bit of the galaxy gifted by the guardians was her place to keep safe, and where once she had felt safe herself, before discovering the magnitude of this emptiness and the dangers it hid from humans. 

Never in her young life had she expected it to take this turn, to grant her a ring and the responsibility to be one of Earth’s protectors. She had just turned fourteen when gifted with a ring of hope, but never did she doubt her abilities, taking the new challenge bravely and joining Earth’s own green lantern on the quest to defend the planet. If only Hal knew the young girl was the one in need of defending.

As many heroes' stories go, Y/n S/n was the product of a tragic life, having lost her parents at a very early age, and since then bouncing from one foster family to another. The “family” she had found herself in at that point didn’t have anything on family and on foster. They couldn’t care if she went missing for days, returning bruised and in pain. They just cared for the money in their bank account at the end of the month. As far as she knew, she was always alone.

Hal Jordan was the first thing to come close to family. Although reluctantly at first, he took her in and trained the young girl to become a lantern just as good as him. With time, he turned into a brother, constantly worrying that the life of a lantern would interfere with her personal life, about her missing school, or getting in trouble with her parents for disappearing for too long, but she would constantly brush off these worries, telling him her family was okay with that. However, when he found out the truth, he got furious. He took her in, made her his ward “just as his friend had done with a young boy he met”. But Hal was often away, be it for lantern duties or his work in the air force, and he was concerned she would feel too alone.

That’s when he heard about the Titans from Batman, the group of young heroes created by his own protégé, Robin, and a few others. Considering they were all of close age, he hoped they would get along, that she would make friends and finally build her own chosen family. So with much arguing and persuasion, he took her to San Francisco to join the young team.

At first, Y/n was careful with the other teen heroes. She didn’t know if she could trust them, or even if they trusted her. But with each mission, each training session, she grew to appreciate their company and little by little they became that family Hal had wished for. However, even within the best families there’s always some conflict and a certain level of distrust, and her greatest source of both came in the form of a green, red and yellow wearing boy: Dick Grayson. The famous boy wonder, self entitled team leader, could get on her nerves like nobody else. Always reprimanding her, always pointing out her flaws. He was unbearable, and sometimes she wished to punch him so hard he’d end up in the other side of the galaxy.

— I told you to stay in formation, not to go rogue and almost ruin the mission, lantern. — he scolded her after their most recent encounter with Cheshire.

— But I got to her anyway, and also disarmed the bomb. You should be thanking me for doing your job, and much better. — she confronted him, knowing very well how to trigger the boy.

— We are a team, Y/n. T-E-A-M. Supposedly these work together, but you wouldn’t have known, as you’re trapped too deep into your own ego to care for anyone else. — pointing his fingers on her nose, his own face getting red and spit coming out of his mouth. Gosh he hated how she could so easily rile him up, how she held a power over him that made everything good turn to bad with single a snap of her fingers.

— My ego?! — she exclaimed, getting even closer to Dick than he already was. — Look who’s talking, Mr. “I made myself team captain because I clearly think I’m above everyone else”. You think so highly of your plans that…

— Enough, you two! — interrupted Donna. — If you keep doing this after every mission I am going to go rogue.

That being so, during her time with the Titans, Y/n had to withhold herself from arguing with Robin 80% of the time. The other 20% were times they were sent on missions separately and she finally could feel at peace. But somehow it worked. The team ran as a connected unit, never missing a beat, one complementing the other as if parts of the same body. But that didn’t last long. They worked well until the loss of a member breaked that connection entirely. With Garth’s death much of that confidence and connection was lost to fear and distrust, and for that there seemed to be no fixing.

— If only you had listened to me. If we had taken care of Deathstroke like I wanted to, Garth would’ve been alive today! — Y/n screamed at Robin as her voice trembled, her eyes soaked and tears rolling down her cheeks like a waterfall. She had told him, warned, that they couldn’t deal with Deathstroke by simply doing whatever shit he and Batman did in Gotham. Slade was too dangerous to be left alive, and death was the only way to get rid of him for good.

— So you want to blame me for something that isn’t my fault? You were the one that pissed him off in the first place. — he responded.

— We all pissed him off, Grayson. Don’t try to put this on me. I could have been as much of a target as Garth and Donna were…

— Don’t say this…

— Or even y-you! — Y/n voice barely made it to the end of this sentence, a lump forming in her throat impeding her from continuing to argue. Tired of all that, Y/n stormed to her room, collected her few belongings in a rush and made her way out of the tower.

— Where the fuck do you think you’re going? — asked the boy wonder, his voice was shaky and covered in a feeling Y/n couldn’t fully comprehend.

— Away! — she replied raspily. 

— Away from where?

— From everything! The tower. San Francisco. Earth for all that matters. I want out of here!

Dick was sure her screams could be heard all the way on the street, and just as loud as that was the sound of his heart breaking. The team was over, and there was nothing he could do about it except watch it crumbling down.

Leaving Earth all those years ago wasn’t an easy decision. After all, it was her home. But with the end of the Titans and the destruction of the only thing she deeply cared for in this world, there was nothing holding her down to stay anyways. The galaxy was now her home, where she travelled and visited so many planets she didn’t even know were real. Hal tried to bring her back to Earth with him an uncountable amount of times, but all of them were unsuccessful, and he learned that leaving her be was the best he could do to allow her to heal. When she felt ready she would return. 

And then finally, after a bit more than five years, Y/n felt secure in herself enough to consider going home. It was about time, she missed their sun, the food was always superior, and she had to know how he was. Go back to Earth, she would think, You have no home, Y/n.

Upon her return, she expected things to have changed. She expected to see that her old friends had moved on from the crime fighting world, from the hero gig, and left the Titans just a memory. But to her surprise, the present didn’t appear to be too different from what was left all those years ago. Turning the TV on inside her new and tiny apartment, the news shows were all about the apparent reopening of the Titans Towers, about Robin going rogue in Detroit and his return to the city San Francisco with intentions to bring the once beloved team back. Y/n knew Dick was stubborn, but gosh he could go beyond expected. Why would he do that? Who would do that with him? Did Donna or Dawn or Hank come back too? Are they all stupid brainless masochists?

She knew it would sound hypocritical of her, after all she’s still in her position as a Blue Lantern, patrolling a patch of the galaxy where Earth belonged to. But she had no choice, she made an  oath to protect and if there was one thing Y/n was never gonna break was a promise. If it wasn’t the oath, Y/n would have quit five years ago. Or maybe not. Being a hero filled a hole in her heart that left untouched would be filled with pain and hurt instead, so maybe she would stay and keep it filled with everything else but her true feelings.

All those questions were eating up her brain and wouldn't let her sleep at night. So deciding to rid herself of all doubt, she searched for the one she wished she had left behind.

Dick had just turned off the last light in the Tower, the whole of the team probably sound asleep by that point, as he so wished to be. Restarting the Titans was an unexpected gift, but also the reconquering of a number of responsibilities that were leaving him gradually more exhausted by the day. A good night's sleep might solve his problem just temporarily, but the temptation of a good rest was always irrefutable. However, just as he entered his room, he noticed the shadow of a person he could not identify in the the dark, and his fight instincts kicked out, but before he could’ve attempted anything, the sweet voice of the one in the shadows sent a shiver down his spine:

— When I came back to earth I expected it to be in a better position than the one I had left it on, but it appears that humans are much more clingy to the past as I thought they would be. —told him the owner of a voice he hadn’t expected to hear any time soon, but that he would have recognized even if hundreds of years had passed.

— Y/n?

— So you want to bring back the team that took so much from us? — she questioned, incredulously, still not daring to look away from the huge floor to ceiling windows. — You want to take kids into the crime fighting world just like the man you hate the most did to you?

Finding Y/n S/n in his bedroom wasn’t in his yearly bingo card, nor his decade one. In fact, he truly thought he wouldn’t see her ever again, with how upset she was the last time they had talked. But, ironically, here she was here and just as angry as she was then. Too much for hanging on to the past, huh?

— This is not what you think. — he declared. Y/n turned to him abruptly.

— Explain to me, then. Why did you take those kids in?

— You’re acting as if you didn’t start fighting crime yourself as a teenager…

— That’s different, — her voice just got louder. — I got chosen by the ring to defend the universe, it’s a special case…

— Don’t come to me with your “I’m special” bullshit, Y/n. Even if it wasn't for the ring you'd have been just like us, and you know it.

— Well, now I know better. Kids are not supposed to be fighting crime, or don’t you remember what happened the last time we were in San Francisco? — shaking her head judgingly, she adds. — You’re unbelievable, Grayson.

— And you still fail to see the bigger picture, Y/n. — Dick counter argued. — I’m not doing this for the sake of having a team back. I’m doing it for Rachel and Gar, for Kory. They’re strays just like one day you and me were, or did you forget how it was to not have a family and desperately need one?

The mention of a family had Y/n stand there, staring back at him without knowing what to say. He knew it was her weak spot, he knew that through it he could make her understand, so poking it was his only choice. And he was right. Y/n didn’t forget. The Titans were not just a superhero team,  they were a family just like no other, built of strays with no hopes or expectations, those who lived in someone else’s shadows and desperately tried to strike on their own. Even so, the consequences of bringing the team back were far larger than one would think, and Y/n badly wanted to avoid any more heartbreak.

— Still… Don’t you mind the stakes? Don’t you remember the pain anymore? The hole left by loss, do you want to feel it again, Dick? Because you know it will come, eventually. Much stronger than the first time. — declared her sadly, the feeling undoubtedly resonating in her voice.

— It’s a risk worth taking. — he honestly replied. If it isn’t him, then someone else would do it, otherwise they’d be allowing so much shit to hit earth that he couldn’t even contemplate what future it would lead them to.

— Really?! You wanna risk children’s lives, your life, do you wanna risk all that pain in the name of a mission that never seems to have an end? You had quit, I saw it. And you have no idea how jealous that made me, because I couldn’t do the same. Travelling through the empty void that is space did nothing to soothe the emptiness I felt inside, no crime fighting would fix my heart and you tell me you’re willing to go back to it all when you were finally free? — the burning sensation in her eyes told her news she hoped wouldn’t happen, but at this point, crying was inevitable.

— We can’t be sure if something is gonna happen. It’s a risk worth taking because so far, it has worked for us. We did lose Garth, but remember how much more we had conquered?

— Having you say Garth's death was worth it, Dick…

— You know it was not what I meant. Stop twisting what I say.

Dick was growing infuriated. It doesn’t matter how much time passes, Y/n S/n is still going to try to paint him as the bad guy when he just wants to get on her good side.

— Because you are so damn capable of keeping everyone alive. How about your own life, who’s gonna protect it then?

— My life is the smallest of my problems. — Dick stated nonchalantly.

With that line, Y/n’s heart was shattered. Did he think so little of himself to consider his life worthless? Because to her, his life was worth millions. His life was worth putting her in danger, or sacrificing an entire planet for (perhaps not quite literally, but she did think she’d do anything and everything just to keep him safe).

— Don’t say that! — screamed her fiercely. — Losing Garth already had me broken. I don't know what I would  have done if I had lost you! — she answered. Her sight was blurred due to the tears that allocated themselves in her eyes, mostly unbeknownst to her, and her voice felt hoarse, weak. I am weak, she thought. He knows.

And he did now. He felt nauseous at first. If his thought process was right, if what she said was real and not a product of his imagination, she… liked him. Liked him enough to not want to lose him, even hypothetically. Dick was astounded. Never would he believe, if anyone had told him before this night, that Y/n S/n was any level into him. He thought she would rather see him burn over something like this. But it all made sense now, all the fights they had after he put himself in danger during missions, all those arguments when he ended up hurt. She cared about him, him. 

— Y/n, what do you mean? — questioned him carefully, approaching her ever so slowly. He feared if she saw what he was attempting, she would flee like she did after their last talk.

— Nothing… — she said while drying her eyes. Stupid, stupid, stupid. — I have to go.

Y/n felt disoriented. She had guarded herself so well all her life, and here comes this stupidly good looking guy, with his stupidly charming smile, breaking her walls and making her feel so… small. Trying to collect herself, she fixed her shirt and rushed past her old “friend”, but her attempt failed when she felt his strong hands holding her in place.

— I know I would’ve gone mad if I had lost you. — he confided. Coming onto his own senses, Dick realised all he wanted was her safety too. Her health. Her happiness. Her smiles everytime the team would fight for the front seat, the remote control or about what movie to watch. The sparkle in her eyes everytime she would make the most eccentric creations with her ring. He wanted her  to have the family he knew she wished for, he wanted her cared for and loved. And even more, he wanted to be one proving her all of it. — I wouldn’t have made it if you were the one to have gone. If you were gone… so would I.

Hearing his confession, Y/n body stopped working. It didn’t respond to her head saying go, or even to her heart telling her to kiss him right then and there. All these years of hatred made her believe he truly despised her. She thought he would hate her for leaving, for being selfish, for hurting. She hated that pain and herself for feeling it, making her a fucking coward. But all this time, he was hurting just like her. He was a coward too, she thought. A silly, stupid, and lovable coward.

— You are incredibly stupid, you know. — she quipped.

— And you are the hardest person in this world there is to love, Y/n S/n.

At the sound of the four letter word, Y/n body was revived like a dead battery after a push. It erupted with an energy not even the ring had made her feel, and without a single thought, without wasting anymore time, she kissed him. Passionately, lovingly, intensely. She kissed him for all the lost years, for all the accumulated anger he made her feel. For never stopping being that boy full of hope and determination, and the hardest of heads she’s even known. 

Y/n loved Dick Grayson. She always did. And from the way he kissed her back, she knew he did it too.  That his words were not lies of his to try and get her back. She felt his love, his passion. She wanted to feel it more and more and more…

— Stay with me… — he requested, voice mixed in between heavy breaths. — With the Titans. 

His forehead laid on hers, his eyes were closed as if praying she'd say yes. Even if her mind kept telling her it was a bad idea, that bringing back the team was dangerous, her new found softness for him begged her to say yes. To stay. To build again the family she once had, but now in the right way, with him by her side. With a sight, and a desire of getting intoxicated on him once more, a desire that was making her lose all her senses and certainly her mind, Y/n answered:.

— I’ll think about it.

Unbelievable. With a shake of his head and a soft, breathy laugh, Dick held her face in his hands and kissed her once more, giving her what her eyes were begging and knowing damn well this time she was gonna stay. She was gonna be with him, and there was no way he’d let her go.

She was home. He was her home.

okay so i'm really glad you're postponing the event bc you should prioritise yourself first ! but the fluff/smut category had me thinking (plus the dance scene you showed me with jason) the first time the boys (dick/jason) say i love you to the reader?

this request is important to me FOR A FEW REASONS. i think it’s an extremely huge step for either of them to say those three words, so this really gives me butterflies.

fandom dc / masterlist coming soon / @dollsdc-library

featuring dick grayson x vigilante!reader ; jason todd x Wayne!reader

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning there’s some mild violence, but other than that, it’s all fluff.

word count n.a / headcanons & concepts

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

bird brains writing event !!

Dick has loved you for years, and you knew it.

he showed it in the way he looked at you, as if the sun rose and set in your eyes. to him, it did.

you felt it in his kiss, or the genteel way he clasped his hands over yours. the faint skip of his heartbeat when you laid your head on his chest.

you heard it in the softness of his baritone when he called for you, as if the mere collection of letters must be strung together with silk.

you knew he wanted to, but he couldn’t say it.

and that was okay.

because you already knew he did.

every time you visited Wayne Manor, it was difficult to get you alone.

Bruce wanted to talk business.

Tim and Jason wanted the chance to spar with you, regardless of the fact that you typically took them both on at the same time, blindfolded, and win.

Cass would steal you away next, ask for pointers on how to make her suit more efficient.

but the absolute worst was Damian.

the kid that didn’t seem to like anyone had latched himself on to you like a leech, and demanded most of your time.

it hadn’t bothered Dick at first, who was just happy that his family adored his girlfriend as much as he did.

until you didn’t even sleep in bed with him.

he’d shuffled out, clad in sweats with tawny tendrils in a messy heap, and squinted when he saw Jason and Tim sprawled on dualing arm chairs, both buried deep in their screens.

“Anyone want to tell me where my girlfriend is?” he asks, looking them over.

“We tried to get her to crash in here with us,” Tim replied with a shrug.

“Yeah, but the kid threw a fit about wanting her to hang out until he fell asleep.” Jason finished, without even so much as looking up from his phone.

of course he did.

Dick was shaking his head as he crept down the hall to Damian’s room.

Damian had never demanded a babysitter; he’d never even wanted one until Dick introduced you to the house, and now he acted like he couldn’t do anything without you there to hold his hand. it was kind of adorable.

as soon as he slipped inside, he saw you curled up on the massive bed, Damian clinging to you like a koala bear. you were sleeping soundly, but Damian squinted with one eye open.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, Kiddo.” Dick croons as he drifts closer, “but, I’m gonna have to steal my girlfriend back.”

Damian pouted. he pouted. since when did Damian Wayne pout instead of scowl? “We’re sleeping.” he countered, closing his eyes as if to ignore his eldest, adoptive sibling. “Come back later.”

“How about I just sleep in here, too?” Dick suggested after a moment of considering just prying the brat off of you and carrying you back to his room. it wouldn’t be fair, but neither would sleeping alone.

Damian was quiet. ignoring him.

“Come on, D.” Dick whispered, “Plenty of room. I can just squeeze in right here.” he pats the massive empty space on your other side.

Damian opened his eyes, but he didn’t say no. so, Dick took that as approval, and slid comfortably on to the mattress. he nuzzles close, wrapping his arm around your midriff, he attempts to pull you closer to him, and inadvertently drags a clinging Damian along with you, who glares up at him.

Dick rests his chin in the crook of your neck, whispering down at the kid, “Relax. Go back to sleep, already.”

it takes a while, but eventually, Damian drifts off again. leaving Dick the only one awake.

he plants a soft, butterfly kiss on your shoulder, smiling to himself at the scene. it felt like looking into the future, or, at least, what he wanted as his future.

“I wonder if our little brats will be so needy,” he thought aloud. it was strange— he’d never thought about a family beyond his siblings, or Bruce, but in this moment with you, he could see it. he wanted it. he wanted to marry you, he wanted to give you little babies that had his eyes and your nose. “Who am I kidding? Of course they will be. They’ll love you. Everyone always loves you.” he pauses, nuzzling against your ear and closes his eyes. “I love you.”

Jason “Perfect Timing” Todd told you he loved you for the first time on a rooftop overlooking the city at twenty three past two in the morning. which sounds romantic in theory.

in practice, however? not so much.

it had been seven vs two; five of those had been beefy thugs twice your size in stature, with biceps bigger than your head, but of course, you’d leapt at the opportunity to bring them down. after all, how did the saying go?

the bigger they are, the harder they fall.

Jason kept stealing glances at you when he parried, ready to break and run to your side if you were to find yourself overwhelmed. but every time, without fail, you were putting another one in the dust, until there were a ring of writhing bodies at your feet; and you were the visage of a warrior goddess in his eyes— sent down from the heavens to kick ass.

he stared, maybe a fraction of a second too long, and his gut met his opponent’s fist. he grunted, stumbled back against the ledge. the faint click of a pistol being torn from a sheath at the thug’s hip rang out. your attention was drawn to the sound, and something inside you snapped.

Jason had a plan of escape, but he hadn’t had the time to act upon it, because the heel of your boot cut through the air between him and the enemy, cracking against his wrist bone. he cries out, firearm flying free from his grip, and he reaches for the broken bone with his other hand, cradling it.

Jason caught the gun by the handle, and smirked behind his mask, before flipping it over, gripping it by the handle.

new plan.

the thug was caught in a whirlwind of your fists and feet, but even with one hand now out of commission, he was holding his own— countering every move. Jason could tell it was getting to you by the way your jaw tightened, and your form became sloppy.

you were frustrated, borderline erratically throwing your limbs at him in hopes of getting through.

he calls your name.

the sound of the syllables on his tongue is enough to center you. you knew what he wanted to say. “Slow down. Focus.” and you do.

kicking your leg up, you hook your knee around the back of your opponent’s neck, forcing him to double over, incapacitated for only a moment or two. but it’s enough.

you look to Jason, whose gloved hand is extended, the other brandishing the gun backwards.

with a vixen’s simper, you reach for him, but instead of taking his hand, you snatch the gun from it. if he wanted the final blow to be his, he had another thing coming.

Jason had scoffed behind his mask, before staring in awe as you hike yourself up on to the man’s shoulders, bringing the butt of the gun against the back of his head.

your knees dig into his shoulder blades as he falls face first against the concrete with a grunt, and you exhale.

but Jason was still staring, and those four words left his lips, muffled behind the Red Hood, before he even realized he’d said them.

“Christ, I love you.”

“What did you just say?” you asked, wide eyed, scrambling to your feet. you were huffing from exertion, and your muscles ached, but all of your focus had zeroed in on him. you couldn’t believe your own ears.

“What? Nothing.”

raising your brows, you advance towards him, now excited. “No, no, no! What did you say, huh? What was that?!” both hands flee to grab at his mask. “What did you say??”

“Knock it off!” but he was laughing, trying to shake his head, leaning back against the ledge to stay out of your reach. he couldn’t, because you’d already wrenched it from his head, cradling it against your midsection like a football.

“Give it.”

“Not until you tell me what you said!” you exclaim, trying to escape to the other side of the roof, but he’s sprinting after you, howling with laughter.

you traipse over unconscious criminals, before you squeal with delight when his powerful arms snake around your waist and pull you back to him.

your back collides with his solid chest, and you hunch forward, hugging the mask tighter. “Tell me!”

“All right!” he exclaims, one hand reaching to cradle your cheek, and turn your face towards him. his chin is hovering just over your shoulder, and his cheeks are reddened, even in the silvery moonlight, but he doesn’t hesitate to pour his gaze into yours when you crane your neck. “Look at me, ya pain in the ass.”

your noses brush against one another, his lips hovering inches from yours; your smile has faded slightly, your breath quivering against his mouth.

“I said I love you.”

your heart felt like it was about to leap from your chest into your throat, and suddenly, words escape you. you can tell he’s waiting on you to say something, but you can’t. you only stare, amazed.

one, dark brow arches. “Come back to earth.” he mutters, playful. “And say something, you’re makin’ me kinda nervous here.”

“Do you mean it?” you ask, abruptly. you’re still gazing at his features, but your stare is analytical, as if trying to pick apart each muscle movement and decide if he were lying or not.

Jason tilts his head to the side, his teal gems falling to your lips. you have the sudden urge to bite down on the lower to keep it from quivering. he notices, and smiles wider.

“Why don’t ya kiss me and find out?”

Honeymoon Suite

Pairing: Dick Grayson x fem!vigilante!reader

Summary: Batman sends you and Dick undercover as newlyweds. At the end of the mission, neither of you want things to change.

Warnings: fluff, possible OOC, brief mentions of insecurity, reader wears a bikini once

Word Count: 2.6k+ words

A/N: Reader is a vigilante but there's no fight scenes or anything, it's more just gathering data for Bruce! I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think or if you have any DC requests! :)

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This isn't necessarily Titans!Dick, I just like this gif!

“Since when do you investigate recently paroled convicts?” you ask, looking out over Metropolis. “This seems like more of Clark’s thing. Literally, journalist Clark could do this far easier.”

Bruce sighs, and you smile. You can exhaust him from miles away.

“Because he started in Gotham, and I want to make sure he doesn’t come back,” Bruce answers.

“And I’m still in sunny Superman-city, why? Our boy bought a plane ticket three hours ago.”

“Until he goes to the airport, I want your eyes on him.”

“And then what? He disappears, free to con people who don’t have a Batman?”

“You do it on purpose,” Bruce accuses. “If you’re done asking questions, I’ve got news.”

“Also Clark’s thing,” you quip.

“Never mind. You can stay in Metropolis.”

“You love me, Bats. I’ll stop; tell me.”

“Against our better judgment, we all do.”

You smile, remembering the first night you put on a mask and took to the streets of Gotham. One of your best friends had been permanently altered by Scarecrow toxin, and you were done being scared in your own home. The same week, before you really grasped just how dangerous what you were doing could be, you ran into Robin. Batman wasn’t with him, but you soon met him, too. Robin was your age, reckless, and had a heart-stopping smile, so when he asked you to stay with him, you agreed. Batman reluctantly agreed, likely more interested in getting you off the streets than anything. After a few months, Dick trusted you enough to remove his domino mask, and Bruce sighed as he followed suit. Your relationship with Dick, both in and out of the Robin suit, made you part of two families: The Waynes and the Bats and Birds of Gotham. Every new addition to the family and the team pushed you and Dick closer, and you know what your feelings toward him are, but you have to remind yourself daily that losing him isn’t worth getting it off your chest.

“Still there?” Batman asks.

“Sorry, yeah, I’m here,” you answer quickly, standing as you watch the sun go down.

“There’s going to be a slight detour on your way back.”

“Just tell me it’s somewhere warmer than Gotham,” you joke.

“Much. Nightwing – Dick – will meet you at the airport.”

You want to laugh at the strain in his voice as he says Dick’s name, but your attention catches on another word.

“Airport?”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Welcome to paradise, babe,” Dick greets, pulling you into a warm hug as you walk through the airport doors.

“Thanks,” you murmur, closing your eyes and letting him envelop you completely.

He keeps an arm over your shoulders, leading you to an expensive rental car. After tossing your small bag in the back, he holds your hand over the console, looking into your eyes and smiling.

“I have a question,” he begins. You nod, and Dick’s smile grows. “Will you marry me?”

Your eyes widen as you tell yourself that it’s for the mission.

“A thousand times yes,” you answer, watching Dick slide the ring onto your left ring finger.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Your hand remains in Dick’s as he begins driving, your dream life with him coming to life around you.

“I checked in when I got here this morning. The honeymoon suite is nice,” Dick says distractedly.

“Honeymoon suite?” you repeat.

Dick hums, and you lower your gaze from his profile to the ring on your finger. It’s going to be a long few days.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Your suitcase is in the closet,” Dick says, leading you into the small cottage with a hand on your back. He sees your confused look and laughs. “I packed a few things for you, I didn’t think you’d have beachwear with you in Metropolis.”

“Thank you.”

Dick lays back on the bed, propping his head up on his hands as he watches you open the closet.

“There’s a white bikini in there that I’m pretty proud of. I think it’s a better choice than you would have made.”

You roll your eyes before looking at the beachy pastels, sundresses, and swimsuits filling the bag. Dick chose things you have always wanted to wear but never felt good enough to buy for yourself. Losing your focus, you finger through the different fabrics, jumping slightly when Dick’s arms wrap around your waist.

“We have dinner reservations tonight, so pick a good one,” he whispers.

“Looks like they’re all good ones.”

“I have excellent taste,” Dick replies with an absent-minded tap to your wedding ring.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Good evening,” Dick greets the couple sharing a table with you. He pulls your seat out, keeping his hand in yours as he sits beside you.

“My, you two are just the most handsome couple I’ve ever seen,” the woman exclaims, leaning toward you. “You picked a fine one, didn’t you, dear?”

You glance over at Dick and smile. “I sure did.”

Dick’s thumb runs over your knuckles, and you let yourself go in the act. Losing yourself, you adopt this character of being a wife to the man you’ve loved for years.

As you eat and talk to the other couples celebrating engagements, weddings, and anniversaries, you lean against Dick’s side, playing with his fingers. After one particularly romantic comment about your eyes, you raise Dick’s hand to your lips, kissing the knuckle below his ring. He turns toward you with a big smile, pecking your forehead before pulling you closer. You could get used to this, which is incompatible with an undercover mission.

✯✯✯✯✯

The proximity is killing you. Dick is so close that you could touch him, and you do, but you try to show some restraint. You set boundaries long ago, including one stating that you would never kiss one another purely for Batman’s never-ending mission. Your firm position on that boundary wavers more with each moment. This island is doing something to you, and you’re terrified that it will ruin your relationship with Dick.

Every time Dick smiles at you or takes your hand, running his finger over the fake ring on your hand, it’s like a glimpse straight out of your dream life. Right now, reclined on the beach in a bikini of Dick’s choosing, though, the dream falls apart.

“Dick,” you whisper, tapping your shoulder against his chest.

He pulls his hand away from your hair, a flower you didn’t see him pick braided into a small section of your hair.

“There’s our guy,” you mumble after he hums, pointing with your chin.

“He coming toward us?” Dick asks, running a sandy hand over your arm.

“Not right now. If he’s looking for the same kind of victim as in Gotham, we’re going to have to set a trap.”

“How?”

You turn toward him, frowning as you answer, “Get in a fight and let me storm off.”

Dick’s eyes drop away from yours before nodding. “Not yet,” he mumbles. “It has to look real.”

“Dinner?” you ask, brushing his hair back.

His eyes flutter closed as he nods, aware that the social setting will make enough of a scene. That doesn’t mean Dick wants to do it, though, nor is he sure about using you as bait.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Do I look okay? This fits weird,” you complain, tugging the white sundress down on the sides.

Dick appears behind you, holding your wrists still as he meets your eyes in the mirror. He pulls your back to his chest, looping his arms over your waist.

“You look beautiful – you are beautiful,” Dick whispers. “So beautiful that I don’t know if I can yell at you.”

“We can change the plan. Pretend like we’ve been arguing all afternoon in private, and I can just choose a moment to storm off,” you offer.

“I don’t want to fight with you at all,” Dick amends.

“Hey.” You turn in his arms, looping yours over his shoulders. “This isn’t real, okay? I will never treat you like this.”

Dick nods, dropping his head to press his forehead against yours.

“Promise?”

You nod, dragging a finger along Dick’s jaw. “I promise.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Yeah,” you mumble, fiddling with the napkin in your lap. “I got it earlier.”

Dick made a passing comment about working with others, glancing toward you at the end, and you took the opportunity to start a fight. The target, Bruce’s con man, is several tables away, but his eyes are on you. Dick’s eyes drop, and you desperately want to cup his chin and apologize.

“Working with women can be hard though,” someone says, continuing the conversation.

“It certainly can,” Dick agrees.

You stand up, silently tossing your napkin onto the table before you walk out. Navigating through the crowded tables, you take a deep breath when you exit and hear footsteps behind you.

“’Scuse me?” he asks.

You slow before you stop, turning toward him and wiping an imaginary tear.

“I’m sorry, I overheard and just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I’m a marriage counselor and I wouldn’t feel right about leaving you here upset.”

“I’m fine, or I will be,” you answer, slightly impressed with how easily he slipped into the lie. “It’s just frustrating to be married, and I wasn’t expecting it to be so different.”

“Marriage counseling is a great option even for newly-weds. I actually have a pay by the appointment service here on the island, if you’re interested.”

“Oh, really? That- actually, yeah, that sounds amazing. What do I need to do?”

“$1,000 cash, up front, and then you can come by anytime.”

“Soliciting for a false business is illegal,” a resort security guard says as he approaches. “I’m going to need to take you to the office for questioning.”

“Really, me? Because her husband looks a lot like the Wayne kid from Gotham, not Gray Todd or whatever he said his name was,” the conman argues. “What about impersonation?”

Dick walks outside just as the security guard looks toward you.

“What’s going on out here?” Dick asks, laying his hand against the small of your back. “Are you okay?” he adds quietly.

You nod and press back against him gently. “This guy was trying to steal our money, apparently.”

“Someone called in a tip that he’s been posing as a marriage counselor,” the security guard fills in. “Though, do you folks have ID?”

Dick removes his fake ID from his wallet, and you’re surprised when he hands one over for you too.

“Your last names aren’t the same, are these up to date?”

“I haven’t gotten my updated license yet,” you answer. “We haven’t been married long.”

“Ask them questions separately and they won’t be able to answer. They’re the con artists, not me!” the conman cries.

“Maybe I should take you two in for questioning too.”

“On what grounds?” Dick asks with an incredulous chuckle. “What would I need to do to convince you we’re married? This is ridiculous!”

You glance over, and a crowd is gathering at the door, so you tap Dick’s side to alert him. He takes a deep breath before speaking again.

“I’d like to speak to your manager in the morning, but for now, are we free to go?”

The security guard also sees the crowd and hesitates before nodding. Dick leads you away and back toward the cottage but pulls you to a stop at the bottom of the stairs.

“Are you okay?” you ask, looking over his face.

“People are still watching us and we need to keep this up or they won’t believe us,” Dick whispers.

“We’re leaving tomorrow. Does it matter?”

“If they think we’re not really married, they can’t prove anything about our guy. Then we just look like we lied to get a nicer cottage.”

You nod and ask, “So what do we do to prove it?”

Your arms are around Dick, you’re as close as physically possible, so you’re not sure what else you can do to look like you’re in love. Especially considering you are in love with him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers before raising his hand to the back of your neck and kissing you.

He picks you up, a strong arm under your hips as he carries you up the stairs. You grip his shirt at the collar, returning the kiss but refusing to deepen it. As Dick unlocks the door, you drop your head to his shoulder and glance at the dissipating crowd, only a few people left who don’t mind imposing on a private moment.

Once you’re inside and Dick sets you down, he steps back.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I know it was the one rule, but I didn’t know what else to do,” he rambles, carding his fingers through his hair. “Sorry.”

You hold a hand up to stop his pacing and shrug. “We had to. It’s fine.”

Dick nods, another whispered apology rolling off his tongue before he offers to let you use the bathroom first. When he steps back, that proximity you thought would break you is taken away, and you realize that is was holding you together all along.

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When you walk out of the bathroom, Dick is staring out the window. The dark beach holds his attention until he stands wordlessly. Then, when Dick returns from the shower, he doesn’t speak to you. Opening your mouth, you want to ask him something, say anything, but he sits at the far side of the king-sized bed and makes himself comfortable with his back to you.

The last few nights, you started on opposite sides of the bed but woke up with Dick’s arm over your waist and both of you in the middle. Those moments are being ripped away from you, though, and you’re not sure why. If it’s the kiss, you told him it was fine. Dick is usually the one ready and willing to talk about this kind of stuff, but he is shutting you out.

Hating the distance and craving his closeness, you whisper, “Are you mad at me?”

The answer is barely audible, a sigh of, “Of course not.”

You breathe a small sigh of relief, moving your hand to the middle of the bed like an olive branch. “Then what happened? I’m really not mad about the kiss, Dick.”

Dick rolls over, his eyes bright in the minimal light of the cottage as he takes your hand (again). “I don’t want this to end,” he confesses.

After contemplating what this could mean, you whisper, “It doesn’t have to.”

Dick sits up, pulling you in, slow and methodical as he kisses you this time. As he pulls you into his lap, you enjoy knowing that there’s no rush or fear or lies behind this, just you, Dick, and the love between you.

“Maybe we should get married,” he mumbles against your lips. “Bruce will pay for a few more days.”

You pull back with a breathless laugh. “And listen to your brothers after they find out you eloped? No thanks.”

“So, you won’t marry me?” Dick asks, looking up at you perched on his legs.

“I’ll marry you as many times as you want, Dick Grayson.”

“Different honeymoon suite each time?” Dick jokes.

You duck your head against his chest as he laughs, gladly letting him hold you close for one more quiet, slow night before you return to Gotham.

“We need to pack, our flight is at 10,” you remind him.

“Don’t forget the white one,” he says against your cheek, leaving kisses along your face.

You are returning to Gotham with something far better than a new bikini or souvenir: Dick Grayson’s love running through your veins and your heart safely in his hold.

✯✯✯✯✯

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Bonus:

"It worked, Alfred."

"Excellent news, Master Bruce. Perhaps you could be the next to go on a trip and come back with a woman in your life."

I have seen all of the clips from Titans Season 4. I’m so excited about it, but…

WHERE THE FUCK IS CURRAN?!?!? PARDON MY MOTHERFUCKING FRENCH BUT WHERE IS HE?!? I NEED HIM, HE IS MY ONLY SOURCE OF HOPE! WHERE IS HE?!?!

But other than that, I’m excited. I can’t wait to see Kori’s new powers, Rachel exploring her own powers and Tim training to become Robin, I’m just so excited!

Why did you leave me?

Dick Grayson x Reader

ANGST

The rain pours as he walks to the Gotham Cemetery. He hasn’t been here for a long time.

Even the roses he bought for you droop in sadness. It’s just as if they knew how sad he was, how bad he felt.

He swings the gate open and walks up the hill. He remembers taking her here to meet his parents so long ago. Now he’s coming to see her, cold and alone.

He never meant for this to happen. She shouldn’t have done that. He told her to stay put. And he lost her.

He stops and places the flowers in front of the grave. Y/n L/n- Daughter, Sister, Wife, and Gotham’s Shining Star.

“I-I got you your favorites baby.” He says. The rain falls harder. The grave seems to rise to see him.

Finally, Dick falls to the ground sobbing. He never ever thought that this would happen. He had some many protection details…

“You promised me that you wouldn’t leave me alone. YOU PROMISED!” Dick yells. He places his hands on his face. “Y/n why did you leave me. Sweetheart why?”

daddy’s girl, part one. jason todd x reader

summary 🔪: in which jason seems to be the only one who sees something off about bruce’s new adoptive daughter 

warning/s 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨: swearing 

slater’s note 🛁: this is going to go roughly but.. i’ll post part two later 

part one, part two

it had been a long time since the last time jason had made a wayne house visit. the interior almost came unfamiliar to him once he entered through the back door, everything dead silent, not even the usual record that alfred would put on when home alone was playing. dead.

jason scratched the back of his head, looking around the spotless kitchen for something that’d clue him onto the daily activities of bruce wayne and his newly whipped up female robin; shamelessly his reason of visiting, wanting to see how much bruce had fucked you up since the last time he had seen you.

it had been one of the first nights bruce had picked you up too. your hair was soaking wet from rain since you had been supposedly taking a walk through the many acres of wayne manor before dick had unintentionally tracked you down, nearly running you over with his car.

dick practically had you by the collar once the two of you entered the house making jason think the both of you had probably met before because jason had never seen dick treat a kid like that unless he was comfortable enough to do so.

“bruce, another trespassing kid!”

jason had gotten up from his position in the parlor, joining dick in the kitchen where he still had a hold on you. you had looked out of your mind uncomfortable, jaw clenched with tense shoulders and clammy looking body with the way cold rain still dripped down your collarbone. 

he smiled to himself, going to fridge before pulling out a beer, “good to see you’ve found yourself a new hobby, grayson.”

“we all gotta find someways to fill our time,” he mumbled sarcastically, obviously impatient, something jason had rarely ever seen from dick, making him guess he was going through something at that time. jason had never asked, even after all this time.

“why don’t you let the kid go,” jason popped the top off, sipping the soft foamed beer while going to sit down at one of the island chairs, leaning forward on his forearms. he had always known dick to go easy on kids when it came to doing stupid things, such as trespassing. especially when some of them reminded him of jason, knowing they all had stories, all had reasons. but for some reason, not this time.

“fourth time this month i’ve caught a kid on the property, i’m getting tired of letting them go.”

you had stayed silent the whole time, rubbing your lips together while rain dripped down from hair and clothes, creating a puddle on the kitchen floor. jason always wondered why you had never said anything, never clued either of them that you weren’t just another trespassing kid. 

“dick, what the fuck are you doing, man,” tim was taken aback for a minute, obviously oblivious to the scene taking place in the kitchen, but now full on scoping it out, his face screwed up like he had ate a lemon slice, eyes trained on dick’s hand gripping your arm tightly making sure you wouldn't get away, which jason highly doubted you’d make any move to do so, even if he wasn’t holding onto you.

“another trespasser, man,” dick looked at tim confused, almost as if it was strange that tim wasn’t on the same level of frustration dick was. 

“dick, that’s fucking y/n.”

dick turned his head, not catching on to what was going on. jason as well narrowed his brows, sipping his beer.

a realization soon came across tim’s face, his features then going light and turning to you, “i’ll get bruce,” he mumbled, turning halfway before telling dick to let you go. 

on the command the two of you unintentionally looked at each other at the same time, as if asking one another what to do. dick slowly let you go, still skeptical of you despite tim’s obvious reassurance of knowing you. 

“relax grayson, i think you scared her enough for her not to leave your side for awhile now,” jason edged out of his chair, slightly smiling as he glanced at the two of you while he exited the room. 

jason remembered originally finding the whole situation really amusing before tim returned with bruce right behind him dressed in a real nice suit, cluing jason to the fact his old man would not be occupying his home that night. yeah, real amusing before it all went to shit when bruce dropped the words. 

“i adopted her, it's different this time.”

jason peaked his head right back around the corner, almost surprised until he realized who bruce was. of course he did it again, of fucking course. 

“different? what do you mean different?” dick voice was on the borderline of being aggressive, like he didn't know what to feel about the situation and he was holding back everything that was telling him bruce had the nature of a repetitive past, and he was going to fuck you up just like the rest of them.

“it means she won't be a robin but she's going to be the equivalent of what robin is,” tim answered for bruce, his statement unsure and hesitant, wondering if he explained it correctly and wondering if dick would be just as accepting as he was, over time. 

“like a spy.”

“you mean you're dragging her into this bullshit too?” jason leaned against the doorway of the kitchen entrance making bruce turn, an almost tired look on his face, now knowing he was in for it with jason and his temper. 

“i’m not dragging her into anything, jason.”

“really?”

it was now that jason really looked at you.

you had your jaw clenched and were still close to dick despite him no longer showing any passive aggressiveness towards your way. and you weren't looking at anyone, your eyes trained in on the floor almost like you were embarrassed or only just trying to vent out everyone’s voices, like you were in your own little world. 

“i really wonder if that’s true, bruce,” jason was then all fired up, the reality of the situation becoming clear to him now. 

dick was silent, his lips now zipped up like a jacket, almost joining your state of mind when realizing jason could handle the situation. he always had enough anger to cover every single one of you in the room. it wasn't like dick had anything to say to bruce himself, there was nothing he could do then, and his mind was beginning to clock out. 

“jason-”

“nah, bruce,” jason motioned his beer in the air, “you do whatever the fuck you want. just know a few years from now, when she’s wanting to kill herself, know, that’s on you.”

so yeah, the last time jason made a home visit, it hadn’t exactly ended in the best of ways, but then again, none of them ever did. 

“hey, todd.” 

tim had appeared out of nowhere, his voice rather calm, not surprised to see jason in the kitchen, staring at he fridge in deep thought. he scooted past him, opening the large silver door only to pull out three bottles of water. 

“what’re you doing here?”

jason pressed his lips together into a thin line, wondering the same question himself, “monthly house visit?” “sure.”

“where’s everyone?”

“training.” 

jason nodded slowly and awkwardly. 

“wanna come with?” tim quirked a brow, not knowing what jason wanted or rather what he was doing there after months of being absent for god knows what and rather out of no where. 

tim knew he should’ve been used to it, but there was always the strange time periods after jason returned from his long times of absences before everything got back to normal. 

“sure.”

jason could hear you before he could see you. the soft grunts and blows sent to one another could be easily heard as it bounced off the cave walls. he had expected to see bruce and dick going at it for old time sake, seeming the blows he could hear were hard, but seeing you took him aback for a moment. 

“come on, grayson, i know you can go harder,” you smirked up at him before dodging a large hit he sent your way aiming for you cheek. you could tell he was getting tired by the way he could barely keep his own smirk up, the exhaustion beginning to weigh in on him. 

“keep talking shit and i might actually have to hit you this time.”

bruce stood aside from the mat, his arms crossed, watching the two of you continue to eat at each other with no expression. jason and tim joined his side, watching dick try harder and harder to get at you before finally landing a punch high on your cheek bone, you returning the move with a blow to his gut. 

“they still going at it?” tim didn't take his eyes off the scene, practically memorized by it. 

“yep,” bruce said lowly, “haven’t stopped since you've been gone.”

“jesus.”

“well, he is the only one who can keep up with her.” 

jason couldn't process that statement. dick was a big guy. a big guy with a lot of energy and could take down any opponent he wanted without breaking a sweat. so how a small girl like you with only months worth of training who was practically kicking his ass was something that jason couldn’t really understand. 

“she on something..?” “i’d doubt so,” tim mumbled, “with her past...”

jason glanced at tim, crossing his arms. with her past. 

the match finally ended when you swept your leg right from underneath dick, taking him for surprise as he had laid on his back for awhile, finally finished with sparring for what looked like awhile. 

“what happened out there, grayson,” jason offered dick his arm, who took his gratefully, also not surprised by seeing jason out of nowhere. 

“she’s kicking my ass, todd,” dick shook his head, admitting almost shamelessly as he took the water tim handed off to him. it was then jason questioned whether or not dick was only going easy on her for the hell of it by the tone of his voice, like he wasn't too concerned about a nimble fairy looking orphan girl was handing his ass to him so easily. 

jason crossed his arms, now staring at you with speculation. you had gone silent, thanking tim lightly for the water that you begun to drink cautiously, not completely oblivious to his presence. 

“no way.” 

“try her out yourself. guarantee you’ll get knocked to the ground faster than i was,” dick grinned, knowing jason wouldn’t pass up a fight to prove his skepticism right, but he also knew jason probably didn't want anything to do with you. 

he didn’t look away from you, his eyes scoping you up and down, deciding whether or not if it was a good idea to accept dick’s challenge. your eyes met his, just as blank as they could get, but waiting for his decision. 

he finally pursed his lips, looking away for second before mumbling, “alright.” 

jason begun to pull off his sweatshirt causing you to gulp by the way his white tee shirt hiding from underneath dragged up his chest, revealing a fair amount of tanned skin and muscle. you diverted your eyes before he'd notice. 

the one time you had ever encountered jason was short and far from sweet. it was hardly formal and it had left you even more shaken up than from before when dick had practically dragged you through the wayne manor yard looking as if he was about to throw you across the grass. all you could do was shake from the wet cold rain silently as dick had given you a hard glare, sending you to shame for no reason other than the fact that he was just plain scary. 

jason proved to be just as frightening when he made his dramatic speech, taking you a moment to process and get your head on straight even as the rest of the wayne family seemed to have not been surprised nor concerned as much as you were. 

“don’t worry about him,” tim had mumbled, giving your arm a tight squeeze after everything had settled down and dick apologized widely, now more soft with his eyes and sympathetic. “it’s just jason.” 

you stepped back onto the mat, readying yourself as jason followed right behind you, stepping in opposed to you, also preparing himself with the bend of his knees. jason didn’t want to hurt you, he really didn't, no matter how easy it was for you take down a person who weighted 100 more pounds than you and no matter how much he loathed bruce. 

“you ready?” you hummed, getting into your fighting stance before jason didn’t hesitate to make the first punch causing you to duck away quite quickly. in return, you swung your leg, jabbing jason in the gut rather hard, taking him by surprise but he retaliated, grabbing onto your thigh and practically pulling you closer. he was hoping to send you to the ground simply from the loss of balance, then no harm done, but you had other plans. 

you hopped before shoving yourself forward, practically launching yourself onto jason, sending the both of you to the ground, you on top. jason inhaled sharply, obviously not expecting how promptly you straddled him, catching him off guard. and it felt wrong, not only in general but with the fact of it being right in front of three other people. 

you looked shameless, staring down at him with the same dead of expression eyes. you got up steadily then, not bothered with the past position causing jason to think of you as naive minded. you offered your arm which he took almost hesitantly. 

and again, you adjusted to your fighting position. 

you had knocked jason to his ass this time just like you had done to dick. it once more stunned him, not understanding how. it didn’t matter how strong one was but rather how quick one could think up ways to beat another, something you could do so easily while jason rather relied on what he could do with overpowering someone with his body.

“again?”

he was hesitant, “yeah, sure.”

“you don’t have to worry.”

jason glanced to bruce and the rest of the boys on the side of the mat, watching contently, “what?”

“you don’t have to hold back,” you slightly laughed breathily, giving him a look that seemed so unfamiliar coming from your face, relaxed and even the slightest bit joyful. “i can take it.”

jason quirked a brow, “you sure, kid?”

you nodded cuing jason to once again throw the first punch, this time harder and quicker, now taking you for your word despite still being unsure with the way you held such vulnerability high in your eyes, something he could recognize from the first time he had saw you. 

you took a few punches to the gut and jaw without a second gasp, not much fazed to how hard he threw blows your way. in return you provided the same amount of muscle and power, thinking of how you'd knock him down to his feet this time. 

it wasn’t until you threw one initial punch that fazed him more than ever. your fist struck high upon his nose with a loud crack causing him to fall back a few steps, checking himself as almost immediately blood begun to seep out. 

“goddamn,” he held his hand high trying to prevent the blood from touching the mat, creating a small puddle of crimson red to form and drip. 

“shit, jason,” you approached him with a small embrace, your hands going to his deliverance while wrapping your fingers around the wrist that was cupping his blood. 

“grab alfred, she might have broke his nose,” bruce called after dick while grabbing a couple of tissues for jason, walking steadily over onto the mat before handing you the tissues to aid the man before you. 

“broke my nose?” jason quirked a brow making tim smirk his way. 

“she broke dick’s last month.”

you could only shrug looking sympathetic as you now held stuffed tissue up his nose. jason couldn’t help but lightly smile in a slightly impressed expression. jason had had his nose broken so many times he could barely feel it anymore, so it wasn’t rather a surprise when informed his nose was a bit out of place, but rather the fact that you were the one who broke it. 

once you all had met alfred halfway through the manor, he already had all the bandages and supplies to pop jasons nose back into place. it wasn’t exactly something he expected from the house visit, but he had to admit, it all could have turned out worse. 

“i’m sorry about your nose,” you looked up at him, wincing slightly as you glanced at the bandages tightly wrapped around his nose, bruising already beginning to form around his eyes just as it had done with dick—hours after you had also broke his nose, only that time, swinging your leg straight at his face. “i didn’t mean-”

“it’s fine,” he cut you off, digging in his front black sweatpants pocket before pulling out a crumpled up pack of cigarettes, beginning to walk away for a long needed smoke break. 

you watched him walk down the wide dimly lit hallway, his lighter being fished from his other pocket, sparking up with two metal rolled clicks. smoke flew up and soaked the air rather fast, his hand dropping to his side where his cigarette burned.

“you really think i’m going to kill myself, after all this?” you called after him loudly, your voice filled with genuine curiosity, light and wondrous. not snarky, like he’d expected, which you'd have a right to. 

he stopped, shocked, not expecting those words to come from your mouth. jason wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to answer that question, cursing himself for stopping. he should've just ignored you. he was hesitant, slowly turning to face you by tipping back and forth on his feet till his eyes met yours. 

he bit the inside of his cheek, rubbing his lips together before really looking at you, eyes traveling away from the carpet but to your now prying eyes. jason inhaled slightly, his chest tightening when he thought more and more about what to say. 

“i wouldn't.. think about that too much,” he murmured, his head adjusting to the side a bit. “but don’t rule it out from your options..”

°•

the next time you saw jason, his nose was relieved from bandages and looked as close to normal as his nose could get. and this time he wasn't up for a round to get his ass kicked against you, but rather just to watch. 

his arms were slacked against the metal railing while he watched from the upper level, trying to analyze your technique better than the last time he had seen you. jason kissed his teeth before pushing himself up from his leaning position, hustling down the small set of stairs to join bruce’s side where he analyzed one of the many large computer screens before him. 

“where’d you find her,” jason crossed his arms, now hovering, wanting answers for questions that bruce knew would be coming, not necessarily from jason, but from one of the boys. 

“picked her up right outside of gotham,” bruce mumbled, typing away at his work. 

“what's wrong with her?”

bruce shook his, “nothings wrong with her, jason.” 

“bullshit, bruce. all of your kids got problems. hell even golden boy has issues.” bruce shook his head, but said nothing as he continued to work away. jason sighed, looking over to dick trying to plow you before you once again earned the upper hand. 

“i’m holding a christmas ball next week,” bruce mumbled, almost cringing with giving the information away, “you wanna know her so bad, you should come. but if you do, it’s cocktail casual, not jason casual.”

°•

cocktail casual was not jason’s type of thing, but he couldn't help but obey when alfred caught him halfway through the house, making his way to the ballroom. the old man had shoved him into one of the many rooms with a suit that would fit him perfectly.

he found you outside on the party balcony. the cold gotham weather hadn’t seemed to bother you as you sat there comfortably on a step, your knees pulled to your chest as you had a cigarette pushed between your fingers. 

you had a pretty green ball gown dress placed tightly around your chest while flowering out around from the waist down. it complimented you skin, making it glow with the full moon glistening down upon you. a silver chain wrapped highly around your neck also caught his sight, his lips rubbing together as he tried to examine it better from afar. 

a bruce gift, he guessed.

“not much of a party goer are you?” jason quirked a brow, taking a seat next to you with his hand gripping the neck of a champaign bottle tightly that he had found on a waiter’s tray. 

“only when there isn’t any booze involved,” you mumbled, glancing at the bottle from the corner of your eye before lifting your hand close to your face, allowing the cigarette to touch your lips. 

“bruce not allowing even a little christmas cheer?” jason hummed, swinging the champaign bottle back and forth as if taunting you, as if swinging a piece of meat in front of a dog, smirking before taking a swig. 

“dick,” you mumbled, grabbing the bottle from his loose grip, smiling slightly just as he did, glancing at you as you took a drink of your own. “bruce won’t allow me a drink until i’m out of the house.”

jason chuckled lowly, taking the bottle back into his own hand, “that’s too bad, robin.”

you turn to look at jason at the sound of the nickname, he looked back, his eyes beginning to look as if they were falling into a drunkenness, filled with a gleam and desire. you shook your head as you pulled the bottle from his hand, tipping the bottle high to fall into your mouth, the sour taste going down easy and fast. 

“you sure know how to handle your liquor,” he mumbled, diverting his gaze to the dark sky filled with millions of stars and one big moon. 

“years of practice.” 

“how old are you anyways, kid?”

“seventeen.” 

“hmp,” it was strange to jason as to why bruce recruited you at such an old age. not that it was a bad idea or anything due to you catching on fast, but jason and the rest of his adopted sibling were a lot younger when bruce ever first played eyes on them. “fast learner.”

“something like that.”

jason’s eyes traveled back to your neck where the thick piece of silver still laid on your neck so simply, the appearance of it now becoming clearer to him as he mumbled the words so clearly carved into the silver, daddy’s girl. jason’s hand reached for it, his thumb grazing over the carving making you tense up to the warmth of his palm pressing against your collarbone. 

that was definitely not a bruce gift. 

the older man you had all collectively called father at some point in time usually gifted each one of his adopted kids some kind of piece of jewelry the first event he always held a couple of days after their arrival. 

dick got a solid gold ring just as jason did, just as tim did. each one matching the other, representing a (reoccurring) bond each one of them had at some point in time. jason had guessed bruce would have gotten something similar for you, but never anything like the chain you were sporting on your neck. 

daddy’s girl. 

too weird. bruce would’ve bought you a steak if he wanted to get that personal. 

“nice.. silver.” 

you knew he knew something was up, you glanced at him, sipping from the bottle once again, “thanks.” 

“bruce give that to you?” he wasn’t very good at playing it off. 

“no.”

“no?” “he got me a gold heart shaped locket,” you popped your lips, nodding dizzily. 

“sounds like bruce...” 

“good guy.”

jason scoffed suddenly, shaking his head, seeing the naive part of you now, “yeah sure, whatever you say, kid,” he looked disgusted, now not looking at you as he thought about all the times bruce wayne wasn't a good guy. “i took you as someone smarter.” 

“yeah, okay, redhood,” you rolled your eyes looking to him, “don’t act like you’re someone any better than he is.”

“don’t be a fucking cunt.”

you inhaled sharply, your back straightening at his words. oh how you hated that word.

“i’m not sorry i broke your nose,” you turned your head slowly to look at him with your low gaze filled with something that seemed odd to be coming from you. no remorse. “you’re a fucking dick, i should've knocked you to your ass the moment i met you.” 

“wow, sweetheart,” his eyebrows raised, trying to cover the inner part of him the was taken aback by your sudden change in attitude, “what’s with the sudden change in personality, i thought you were daddy’s sweet princess?”

you scoffed lightly, sipping more from the almost absent fancy alcohol, “no one’s ever actually who they say they are.”

“where’d you get the chain from?” “it was a gift,” you sucked on your long neglected cigarette, looking away from jason as he was beginning to irritate you.

“from who?” “take a guess.” he scoffed, “i don’t plan on staying out here all night.”

“well that’s too bad,” you stood up steadily from the step before throwing your shortened cigarette over the balcony. “guess you’ll never know.”

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