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𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆!

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 dating two vigilante’s is already a mouthful, so much so, you’re not too shocked when you and jason give dick a little treat during his patrol ~♡

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD & DICK GRAYSON X MALE! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader, open relationship [dick grayson], cuckholding, phone sex, facetime, masterbation, some degradation, cumshot, jason is a hoe and dick is a shameless cuck.

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ went off the rails with this one ngl, was kicking my feet the whole time too (*ﾉωﾉ) if willing, i’ll make a pt 2 for yall <3

still nothing yet.

dick grayson sat on the edge of the Wayne Industries building, gazing upon Gothem from an eagle’s eye. seemed like the criminals he usually decends upon decided to take it easy tonight, barely making a peep besides the typical bar fights and runaway children rebelling against their parents.

but it didn’t bother him much, after all, his patrol was nearly over with bruce and cass already out ‘n about the streets. dick will finally go home, to you and his stubborn brother jason fuckin’ todd.

none of you had any clue how the things went so off the rails, starting when you suggested to your boyfriend that you wanted to try and open the relationship. dick, while hesitant at first, decided to give it a go. surprisingly, it went pretty smooth. dick went off seeing other people just like you were, yet always coming home to each other just like before.

until, someone decided to take his golden opportunity.

it wasn’t a secret that jason had the hots for you, always taking the chances to talk to you while dick couldn’t grab his attention for shit as the vigilante was too lost in his conversation with you. “dick’s a lucky one alright..” he’d say so shamelessly.

so lucky, jason hops on your ass the moment he got a hint of your open relationship. you didn’t even stop the man and niether did dick, as things quickly escalated between you and the red hood. tonight being no exception.

rinnggg! rinnggg! dick’s phone jingles to you calling to facetime him, he picks up expecting to see your pretty face greeting him. and he did!

“hey prin!—“ “oh..oh fuck!”

there you were, on your back with cum already splattered all over your stomach, you’re whole body rocking up whatever soft surface you laid on from the unseen stranger’s cock pistoning in and out of your soaked cunt.

“sorry big bro, couldn’t wait another—shit!—second for ya..”

jason’s voice rasped into the speaker, drowning out your moans. dick stared, jaw agape and pants tighter then he remembered. despite listening to your hookups, he never actually watched you get your back blown out by another man. a high pitched whine snapped him back into reality, now you’re staring right at the camara with teary eyes and swollen, wet lips.

“nghh..dick..p-pwease come home! need you to..”

another harsh snap of jason’s hips knocked a moan out of you, as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your face back towards the camara. towards dick. “need him to what? c’mon [name], sing it for dickie!”

he mocked as dick already shuffled his way into the staircase, frantically fishing his leaking cock out as you clenched around jay’s girth.

“fuckkk..jason you son of a—“ dick hissed, fucking his fist to the sight of your squirming in orgasm. your knees threatening to snap together, your face flushed in embarrassment yet arousal and those syrupy, pathetic eyes staring back at his. a sight straight out of some fucked up porn for a guy with a cucking fetish.

“woah there! look at that dick..i think you’re little boyfriend’s into this, right? you brazen little minx?!”

jason’s breathy laugh of amusement harmonized with your hiccups and sobs as you creamed all over the red hood’s cock, his girth wet and coated in white as he slowed his thrusts down. dick, turned on yet aggravated that another man made you cum, threw his head back against the wall as he reached his own orgasm.

“[name], baby..look at me, please, look at me while i cum..! shit!”

dick let out a broken groan as ropes of white landed on his phone screen and onto the floor, yet he still was hard as a fucking rock. what didn’t help was that when he looked back at the facetime, you were already on all fours, ass up with your leaking pussy ready to be fucked once again.

“you might wanna hurry up, or i’ll fuck him raw again.”

jason chuckled as dick sprinted through the dark sky, already around the corner to get some well deserved payback. see who’s laughing still once you’re stuffed full of your man’s cock with the paramour watching.

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

🔞 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

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight

₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

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

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

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight

₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

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.”

MI SECRETO NO TAN SECRETO (DICK GRAYSON)

Todo comenzó un día como cualquiera en la torre de los Titans pero había algo diferente más específico en el líder de los Titans Dick Grayson la primera en notarlo fue Rachel noto como Dick miraba el teléfono constantemente como esperando ansiosamente el llamado de ella o el todo comenzó el otro día

Flackback

10:11

Rachel como lo hacía habitualmente después de entrenar como 2horas se iba directo a su habitación cuándo pasó por la sala de comandos cuando noto como Dick parecía hablar con alguien por teléfono pero Rachel no pudo identificar quién pero Dick parecía feliz de hablar con esa persona pero algo en la conversación captó su atención que la sorprendió Dick dijo

Dick- no me esperes despierta seph.

........

Dick: se lo que dije pero te lo compesare lo prometo

.........

Dick: está bien buenas noches seph

Cuando terminó la llamada salió una sonrisa risueña de los labios del ex-robin

Presenté

Ahora desde ese momento Rachel le contó a Garf acerca de lo sucedido y empezaron a investigar con quién estaba dick lo lo único que sabían es que su apodo es seph y que talvez Dick vivía con ella la única forma de confirmar las teorías es revisar el celular de dick

Garf: sabes que eso es imposible el no se separa de el nunca

Rachel :solo as una distracción y yo uso mis poderes para quitarle el teléfono

Garf : sabes que nos va a matar cuando se entere

Rachel: pero no sé enterará vamos garf por favor - carita de cachorro -

Sabía Rachel que garf no se resiste a la cartita de cachorro

Garf: bien te ayudaré pero si me atrapa tu caes conmigo

Rachel: entonces trato - estendio su mano

Garf- trato- estrecho con la de Rachel

Así que ala mañana siguiente esperando para el entrenamiento 💪 Dick entra y es ahí donde inicia el plan

Garf : hey Dick

Díck : que pasa garf

Garf: solo quería decir del entrenamiento

A hi rachel aprovecha de usar su esencia negra y entrar en el bolsillo de Dick y con éxito saco el teléfono de Dick le hizo una señal a Garf para decirle que fué un éxito

Garf: eso fue todo Dick nos vemos - salió corriendo

Dick : nos vemos- dijo extraño

En el cuarto de Rachel

Garf: vamos solo tenemos 5 minutos para que se dé cuenta

Rachel: carajo tiene contraseña

Garf : entonces que hacemos - entró en pánico Rachel : espera -a hi rachel recordó el apodo de seph y lo puso en la barra y abrió

Así que Garf y Rachel empezaron a ver en el cel de Dick y se metieron a los chat y en el encontraron el apodo de Cordelia y tubo una intuición se metió al chat y vio como la la conexión con el apodo de seph a si que se metió ala galería y encontré lo que nunca pensó de Dick la foto de una chica

Quien es esta chica

Esto es todo chicos mañana hago otro

I'm sorry not sorry

Dick Grayson x fem percy Jackson

Creo que la única desventaja de salir con un superhéroe es que todas sus ex las conoces todas la ex de Dick las conozco incluso les caigo bien y hasta tenemos un grupo de amigas incluso a kory le agrado pero por alguna extraña razón a bárbara una de las tantas exnovias de Dick no le agradaba la primera vez que nos conocimos ella me miraba de pies a cabeza como analizándome y desde ese entonces cada vez que intentó hablar con ella simplemente me ignora y se dirige a dick creo que por alguna razón está celosa de mi relación con dick pero intento aguantar porque se cuán importante es bárbara para dick no solo fue su primer amor sino su mejor amiga y creo que no sería justo que yo separará esa amistad pero chicas grave error que cometí

Creo que mi frase los problemas no los busco sino que vienen a mí es justo lo que escribiría mi vida como Percy Jackson hasta el día de hoy remontémonos esta mañana

Flackback

Percy estaba profundamente dormida hasta que sintió a alguien sujetándola de la cintura al inicio ella se asustó pero se relajo cuándo reconoció los brazos y el aroma de su novio ella se volteó encontrándose con la mirada de dick Percy siempre se pregunto porque dick la miraba con ojos de admiración y cómo si estuviera en presencia de algo divino era algo que siempre admiraba de Dick a pesar de que ella pasó literalmente un infierno el no la veía rota él nunca la vio con lástima sino que la vio como una mujer fuerte y hermosa a pesar de estar rota

Percy: hola tu -dijo sonriendo

Dick: hola cómo dormiste- dijo con una voz un poco preocupado

Esto ha pasado a menudo después de que volví del tártaro siempre he tenido pesadillas me clasificaron con PTSD( estrés postraumático) prácticamente todas las noches he tenido pesadillas acerca de esa batalla y créanme no es divertido despertarte a las 3 de la mañana con sudor en todo tu cuerpo por suerte para mí las pesadillas han disminuido desde que me mudé con Dick casi ni he tenido ninguna pesadilla al inicio me daba pena pero él me apoyó me dijo de qué el estaría ahí y que no me avergonzara de pedirle ayuda a él y desde ese entonces he dormido pacíficamente

Percy: como siempre e dormido excelente

Dick: siento molestarte de esa forma simplemente me preocupó por ti

Percy: sabes que aparté de mis amigos tu eres la única persona que se preocupa por mi y lo aprecio

Ellos están sumergidas en su propia burbuja de amor y aprecio hasta que de la nada escucharon un golpe en la puerta de su departamento

Percy : qué hora es - dijo confundida

Dick : son las 7 a.m

Percy : quien toca a esta hora

Otra vez el golpe de la puerta esta persona insistía mucho en hablar con él o conmigo así que fue a ver y adivinen que nos encontramos en la puerta nada más y nada menos qué bárbara Gordon con una sonrisa muy rara en su rostro parecía como si hubiera hecho el gran descubrimiento de su carrera

Dick: bárbara que haces aquí y a esta hora

Bárbara: me permites pasar dick

Antes de que dick dijera algo bárbara entró abrupta mente al departamento Dick y yo no sabíamos que estaba pasando hasta que bárbara hablo

Bárbara: se lo que es Percy

Yo me quedé estupefacta las únicas personas que sabían qué era un semidiós eran los mis amigos ,los titanes , Bruce y dick de ahí en fuera nadie más pero resulta qué el descubrimiento que hizo no era ese si no otro que "supuestamente" era mi verdad

Bárbara: sé que ella es una terrorista todo cuadra revise su expediente y sé que ella es la causa

En primera no sabía si enojarme o reírme obviamente sabía de lo que está hablando cuándo supuestamente me secuestraron a los 12 en realidad se lo explicaré fue cuando descubrí qué era un semidiós y los monstruos iban atrás de mí así como "accidentalmente' destruye el gran arco

Dick: espera que -dijo dick impactado

Bárbara: sí por eso vine porque ahora la voy a llevar con la justicia

Y es ahí cuando salí de mi escondite en primera ella no tenía pruebas cómo lo sé porque ella vino sola y si en realidad fuera una terrorista vendría con más equipo no sería tan tonta para ir sola atrás de un criminal y segundo prácticamente arde de celos y de prácticamente la envidia qué tiene de verme con Dick haci que la enfrente

Percy: y supuestamente bárbara qué pruebas tienes de que yo soy una horrenda criminal -dije con sarcasmo

Bárbara: lo sé tu experiencia hay cosas en blanco espacio sin rellenar seguramente sobornaste un policía para que limpiara tu expediente -dijo con seguridad

Bárbara: pero me lo esperaba revise tus otros expedientes fuistes pulsado de de 7 escuelas en 7 años y todas esas explican el comportamiento de una sociópata 1: activaste un cañón en una salida de escuela 2: segundo rompiste los grifos de tu escuela y mojaste a tus compañeros querés que siga tengo muchos más de dónde salieron

Iba a responder hasta que Dick hablo ya harto de la situación

Dick: sabes que bárbara estoy harto de esta situación quiero que te vayas de mi departamento ahora

Bárbara: cómo puedes decir eso dick tú como héroe deberías comprender que este tipo de personas deberían estar tras las rejas

Dick: no sabes ni siquiera un milímetro de lo que Percy a sufrido durante toda su existencia pero si tuvo que soportar cargas que ni siquiera nosotros podríamos imaginar ella nació con dislexia y TDAH sabes lo difícil que es para ella eso y todos esos supuestos "accidentes" fueron ocasionados por sus mismos compañeros y sabes a quién le echaron la culpa a ella porque quién le creería A un niño problemático ella no se lo buscó simplemente la inculparon y no solo eso bárbara sino que el accidente del Gran arco fue causado por un maldito loco psicópata qué le intento matalar y solo tenía 12 años pero nunca estuvo sola me tiene a mí y a sus amigos a su familia para defenderla ella ha tenido que soportar muchas cosas bárbara cosas que ni siquiera nosotros podríamos imaginar sabes hasta cierto. Te tenía tolerancia no solo por que eras mi amiga sino que fuiste la primera persona que ame en todo el mundo pero en verdad crees que no veía de las indirectas y los tratos qué le has dado a mi prometida desde que te conocio -dijo enojado

Bárbara quedó impactada al inicio solo pensaba que Percy era alguien indignó ante Dick se sentía celosa porque aún guardaba sentimientos hacia él pero fue tan lejos para incriminar la de ser una terrorista pero nunca pensó de las cosas que Percy tuvo que pasar durante todo ese tiempo

Bárbara: lo siento dick pero entiéndeme solo trataba de protegerte

Dick: de qué exactamente de percy esta chica que ves aquí es la persona más hermosa y valiente que he conocido ella estuvo a mis tiempos más oscuros y yo estuve en en los tiempos más oscuros de ella y aún así seguimos aquí pero nunca pensé que tú siendo mi mejor amiga pudieras interponerte en esta relación pensé que me apoyarías pero al final resultó ser qué no pudiste olvidar los rencores de nuestra relación

Bárbara : lo siento Dick sí tienes razón estaba celosa por tu nueva relación y sabes no es justo al poco tiempo de terminar conoces a una nueva chica y no solo eso sino que te haces novio de ella simplemente pensé que ella no era digno de ti y pensé igual que si mostraba pruebas en su contra te darías cuenta del tu error y volverías conmigo

Dick: lo siento bárbara pero ya soporte mucho no solo tus celos sino de tratar de dañar a la persona que más amo y a mí pero no es al que deberías darle disculpas

Dick se giró hacia mí y levanto su mano hacia mí yo la agarré y él me agarró de la cintura para que estuviera más cerca de su cuerpo

Dick; quiero que le pidas disculpas a Percy delante de mi

Está bien esto no me lo esperaba pero aún así merecía una disculpa por lo menos

Bárbara : yo lo siento mucho percy sé que no debía actuar como ahora así que te pido disculpas

Percy: acepto tus disculpas bárbara -dije cálidamente

Dick: bárbara lo siento si te causó un dolor pero debes entender que has llegado lejos así que te pido qué no te vuelvas a acercar a mí o a Percy hasta que de verdad vea qué has cambiado

Le iba a decirle a Dick que no era necesario yo no quería ser la causante de romper una amistad pero en eso bárbara me interrumpió

Bárbara: entiendo Dick entonces me retiro espero que seas feliz dick

Y es ahí donde bárbara salió de nuestro departamento

Percy: dick por favor razona ella es tu amiga y yo no quiero ser la causante de que rompas tu amistad con ella

En eso solo dick sonrío esa sonrisa a pesar que no lo admita en voz alta me gustaba

Dick: sabes que tú eres la única persona que me importa ahora y nada de eso cambiará ni siquiera por bárbara

En serio ella no se merecía de pero aún así él estaba con ella en las buenas y en las malas pero recordó algo que dijo dick y la dejó impactada

Percy; oye dick respóndeme solo una pregunta por qué le dijiste a bárbara que yo era tu prometida?

En ese momento dick se puso más rojo que un tomate y empezó a tartamudear incoherencias hasta que finalmente hablo con claridad

Díck: no te lo quería decir pero creo que este es el momento indicado

Entonces dick se arrodillo y agarró mi mano y me dijo las palabras que nunca pensé escuchar de él

Dick: sé que llevamos casi 2 años de conocernos pero aún así he visto cada faceta de ti desde las buenas hasta las malas y las que tienes en lo profundo de tu corazón sé que es poco tiempo pero siento que ya conozco cada parte de ti tal vez me creas loco pero pienso que fuimos hechos el uno para el otro sé que suena cursi pero en este momento tú Persephone Nerea Jackson aceptarías cásate conmigo

Ahora sí está llorando libere todas mis emociones en ese momento y dije lo siguiente

Percy: sí acepto una y mil veces

En eso Dick me alzo por los aires y me beso era un beso que transmitía muchas emociones amor felicidad y tristeza

Presenté

Adivinen quién se casará en una semana y será la futura señora grayson

Bueno chicos esto es largo pero me esforcé para que saliera en el próximo voy a hacer uno de Sam Winchester x fem percy

AHHHHHHHHHH this is everything.👏👏👏 to @lightwing-s this is A-MA-ZING. ❤️

𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 | 𝐝. 𝐠.

pairing: titans!dick grayson x female!reader warnings: cursing, I guess, garth’s death and my absolute lack of knowledge of green lantern’s lore. word count: 3,4k summary: leaving the titans was a hard choice, coming back seems harder a/n: definitely not proof read, and it's 3:05 in the morning, so pls be kind with any errors lol

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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.

Summer is for jumping fandoms like a rabbit on crack.

kisses with them - DC Batboys Hcs

🥀A/n: your honor i want to put them in a jar and shake them up- anyways this is just something short n sweet i cooked up :)

🥀Cw: fluff, shenanigans, a little suggestive

🥀Character(s): Dick Grayson x reader, Jason Todd x reader, Bruce Wayne x reader

Dick Grayson :

lots of flirty, soft kisses!!!

his favorite places to kiss you are easily your lips or your hands, but he loves kissing every part of you!

Dick loves waking you up with kisses, peppering them all across your face before either of you are really even coherent. he'll start with a gentle kiss to your lips, before moving to your cheeks and forehead and finally your nose, in a gentle attempt to wake you up

this man is a BITER he's definitely the type to nip at you and give you little hickies when kissing you. be careful, because he will take a bite of your cheeks when kissing your face!!!!

Dick loves kissing your hands, whenever you cup his cheek or hold his face in your hands, be prepared for him to kiss not only your palm, but each one of your fingers and wrists as well

he's a very energetic kisser! Dick loves randomly pulling you into a deep kiss for seemingly no reason at all. he doesn't care who's around or whether or not you're in public, he will not hesitate to pull you in like a disney prince(ss) and kiss you right then and there

long, teasing makeout sessions!!!!! Dick loves pulling you onto his lap and kissing you silly. it doesn't even have to be sexual, he just loves having your lips against his

as for him, Dick loves when you give him neck kisses. he practically melts whenever your lips make contact to his neck, turning into your obedient pretty princess. absolutely obsessed with any hickies or marks you leave on HIM, and is not afraid to show them off. he has no shame, and wants everyone to know who he belongs to

HE LOVES LIPSTICK KISSES!!!! if you wear lipstick, it is your luckg day because he fucking loves them. he refuses to wipe them off and would love to spend the day covered in red lipstick smears

overall, he's a very affectionate kisser, and brings a lot of passion and energy into every kiss he gives you

Jason Todd :

this man is soooo touch starved, he loves any and all kisses shared between you two. however, his favorite places to kiss you are your forehead or your temple. its very meaningful and romantic, and he loves getting to wake up every morning and kiss his beloved right on the forehead

Jason is the type to press a kiss to your temple when he's just walking by, to the back of your neck when you're looking down, to your tummy when your shirt is rolled up, any and everywhere he can see. he just loves kissing you, what can i say?

whenever your stressed, anxious, or otherwise upset, Jason always takes the opportunity to cup your face in his hands and press the sweetest kiss to your forehead before whispering sweet nothings in your ear. this man is literally huge, and most likely has to lean down to reach you, but he doesn't mind it at all when it means he gets to press kisses all over your face

im a firm believer that Jason (and all the batboys) would love his partners body regardless of weight, and would looove kissing your thighs regardless of size. he definitely pays special attention to them during intimate times, and more often than not he finds his hand subconsciously wandering to hrip onto one of your thighs when sitting beside you. its not even always sexual, its just comforting for him

Jason's favorite place for you to kiss him? any of his scars. if he notices you paying special attention to them or kissing any of them, he just feels really emotional and fuzzy inside. it's strange to him how someone as perfect as you could love even the flawed parts of himself, and he finds himself enraptured whenever you express love to the parts of himself that he despises

Jason is not outwardly insecure, but he does sometimes miss how smooth his skin once looked without the scars and marks littered across it, especially his back. this being said, he loves when you kiss his back and remind him of how gorgeous he truly is.

Bruce Wayne :

Bruce loves good old fashioned lip kisses, but he also has a soft spot for kissing you on the top of the head, or on your shoulder/collarbone.

this man is fucking huge, and he's not ashamed to admit that he finds it adorable when you stand on your tip toes just to give him a kiss. this is partially why he adores simply kissing you on the mouth, but also because it just feels so intimate to him.

all kisses with Bruce are slow and emotional. he likes taking his time with you, and kisses reflect that.

when you both first started dating, it took him a while to even work up the courage to kiss you as he didn't want to seem too forward. however, after your shared first kiss, he was practically addicted. now he can't go a day without kissing you goodmorning, kissing you before he heads off to work, kissing you when he comes home for dinner, and kissing you before he goes on patrol. yes, all of these kisses are mandatory parts of your guys' days, and he loovesss them

kisses on top of your head are less intimate, but just as important. these are for lazy mornings spent with his strong arms wrapped around your body and your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. these kisses are meant for when he comes up behind you while your cooking for him, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you gently on the top of the head.

shoulder kisses are a little more flirtatious than the others, these are for when you're wearing the gorgeous outfit he just bought you that shows just a bit more of your chest than strictly necessary, yet no one bats an eye when they realize who you're with. these kisses are for when all prying eyes are off you, when Bruce can inhale the scent of your delicious perfume/cologne and whisper soft promises in your ear.

where does Bruce like for you to kiss him? simple- his cheek. especially when he's wearing the batman mask. you both have a running joke that the entire reason the mask doesn't cover the bottom half of his face is because he would miss your cheek kisses too much.

they are all so silly i love them sm. SEND IN REQUESTS PLEEEEEEASE IM SO HAPPY TO FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING IM INTERESTED IN AGAIN LIFE WAS SOOOOOOO BORING WHEN I DIDNT HAVE ANY INTERESTS 😭😭😭

Jason has cuteness aggression.

Anything that you do is cute as fuck to him and all he wants to do is squeeze the fuck out of you in his strong arms, but has to restrain himself from doing so because he doesn’t want to genuinely hurt you.

He’s just so full of love that he doesn’t know what to do with it other then spend all his time with you doing your own thing, even though everything within him is screaming at him to reach out and squish your cheeks together, all the while smothering your face in a abundance of kisses for doing absolutely nothing because that’s how badly in love he is.

Jason just didn’t want to scare you off in how he loves because it could be quite suffocating or too much, but as long as you communicate to him that his love wasn’t suffocating or too much then expect it to quickly be apart of your daily routine, then again it’s not like you’re complaining because an affectionate Jason is an adorable Jason.

So you’d happily just sit there and allow him to hold your face between his hands and kiss you senselessly for just simply existing.

‘Why. Are. You. So. Fucking. Cute.’ Jason would say between planting kisses on your lips, forehead and nose.

‘I’m not even doing anything other than sit here.’ You chuckled, smiling widely at feeling of his lips against your skin.

‘Not a valid enough response.’ Jason replies as he continues his barrage of affection.

‘But it’s true!’ You exclaimed as Jason enough you into his arms and squeezed you tightly as though you were a plush toy. You cuddled into him and rested your head on his chest, finding this side of Jason to be sweet and beautiful as himself. ‘Then why are you the most precious person in my life Hmmm?’ Jason asked rhetorically, burying his face into your head, tightening his grip on you. ‘Then why is it that I would do anything you’d ask without a second thought?’

‘Because we’re together?’ You said, faking ignorance as you wanted nothing more to hear him say it.

‘It’s because I love you chipmunk.’ Jason murmured as he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, knowing that even if he did manage to show you all the love he had within him, he’d only find even more love underneath all that to give to you.

[PLATONIC ONLY] Damian Wayne claims that he hates being your friend.

But if that was the case then why is it that he goes out of his way to make sure that you were comfortable and treated with respect when he brings you over to the Wayne Manor; Something he’s never gone out of his way to do for anyone besides maybe Jon Kent, but that’s neither here nor there.

Then why was it that when he first introduce you to Titus as a sign of trust, the Great Dane didn’t waste a second in wanting to get to know you with how often he would impatiently nudge you with his head, whine and howl until you gave him head rubs and or cuddles. Damian on the other hand acted as though he was embarrassed by this, but was secretly happy that you and his dog got along as it meant a lot for Damian if Titus instantaneously likes you, he trusts Titus judgment as he believes that dogs were great judges of characters.

Then why was it that when you showed genuine signs of struggle, he was the first person to notice and help you with whatever you were having troubles with as best he could. Damian knew that he would be considered the last person people who go to for help and for obvious reasons, but when it was you Damian wanted to be your first choice, your first option out of everyone; If you get stuck then you might as well get stuck together, even tough he’s intelligent in his own right, he’s not prone to not knowing the answer to something.

It happens to everyone and you have to remind him in those moments that he’s imperfect human, not a weapon. He needs reminding of that now and then in all honesty.

Damian won’t out right call you his friend but he will show it without even knowing he’s even doing it until someone -maybe one of his brothers, mainly Grayson- points it out to him.

‘Is your friend coming over today?’ Grayson would ask.

‘They’re not my friend.’ Damian answered bitterly.

‘Then why are you clearing a space for them.’ Grayson then points out and that’s when Damian stops to realise what he was doing, scowling as he crossed his arms. ‘Tt. That’s none of your concern Grayson I just like to keep my living spaces clean and easily maintained.’ Graysons smile grew as he leant against the doorframe. ‘Oh really? That’s the only reason you’re doing this?’

‘Yes.’ Damian replied, adamant with his answer.

Grayson shrugs and raises his hands in surrender. ‘Okay, if that’s what going on then I guess I’ll leave you be then.’

‘That would be much appreciated Grayson, I still have much to do before y/n’s arrival-‘ Damian once again stopped upon realising what he was insinuating and looked towards Grayson who looked like the cat who caught the canary. ‘Not a word to anyone.’ Damian threatens as he points a finger at his older brother.

‘I didn’t hear a thing.’ Grayson said but as he walked into the hallway only to scream, ‘DAMIAN IS CLEARING UP HIS ROOM FOR HIS FRIEND! JASON YOU OWE ME MONEY! I WON THE BET!’

In the distance Jason could be heard cursing Dick out for cheating somehow.

Damian gritted his teeth but he knew he can’t hunt Dick down for sport just yet, you were arriving in ten minutes and he still had some work to do until then.

Dick has an obsession with you resting your head on his shoulder or on his back, followed by your arms holding onto his waist for dear life.

He lives for it and gets embarrassingly excited whenever you do it to the point that it’s obvious that he was expecting something every time you came home. Dick just likes the idea that despite how exhausted you might be, you still go out of your way to drag your feet across the room and rest your head on his shoulder as you whispered a greeting into his skin.

He enjoys this so much that if you ever dare to forget to do so, he’ll pout and silently watch you as you moved about the apartment expectantly. If after five minutes you still don’t do the thing then Dick will show you his back and sigh dramatically until you’re forced to take notice.

‘What’s wrong pretty bird?’ You asked wearily.

‘Nothing.’ He replies.

‘Dick you’re huffing and sighing every five seconds, somethings wrong.’ You said, getting up to move towards him before resting your head on his back and throwing your arms over his waist. ‘So tell me what’s wrong so that we can talk about it and get through it together.’ You murmur and you felt Dick relax as he rested his hands over your own.

‘There’s no need to talk about anything because you’re already doing the thing that I’ve been waiting for you to do since you got in.’ Dick answered and you couldn’t help but laugh at this while tightening your hold on his waist. ‘This? Seriously?’ You asked.

‘Yep.’ Confirmed Dick as he moved himself so that he could properly hold you against him. ‘Just this and only this.’ He adds softly and you had no reason to argue with him over something that brought him comfort and reassurance.

‘Okay, I’ll remember to do this a lot more, just for you.’ You promised, kissing his shoulder.

‘I’ll hold you to that promise sweetie.’ Dick says as he rested his head atop of yours, closing his eyes as he basked in your closeness and allowed himself to breathe and be in the moment with you.

Because that’s all he wanted, to live in the moment with you.

— dating dick grayson

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PAIRING: dick grayson x fem!reader WARNINGS: there is some nsfw content underneath the cut (i labelled it so it can't be missed). there are also mentions of fighting, cuts, bruises, general vigilante stuff. SUMMARY: just some cute (and some spicy) headcanons for dating our beloved nightwing

NOTE: I love writing for this character so much — specifically because I've heard from sooooo many people that my boyfriend looks exactly like him. It actually became such a recurring joke with my friend group that we dressed up as Dick & Barbara Gordon for homecoming. But the resemblance is so uncanny it's actually insane — hence why I love this character so much. I hope you guys enjoy this thing I wrote at three in the morning!!

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Dick is so protective, just as a person. Of family, of friends, and especially of you.

If you're a Titan like him, he's the first to jump to your side in a fight — not because he doesn't think you can handle yourself (he knows you can) but because he can't bear not having you in his eye line during a fight. If something were to happen when his back was turned, he'd never quite be able to get over it.

In the middle of the fight, he's constantly shouting to you, asking if you're okay, if you need help. And after the fight he's the first one to you, asking if you're hurt.

And if you're a civilian and you somehow get caught in the middle of his work? Oh my God this man will lose it. His top priority disappears and is instantly replaced by making sure you're safe and well out of the way of danger.

The 'patching up each other's wounds' trope is strong with Dick

He always wants to know how and why each little cut and bruise got there

❝ Wait, where did this one come from? ❞ ❝ Remember when the guy pulled out all those little throwing knives? ❞ ❝ Ah. ❞

I feel like his love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch — he loves both giving and receiving them.

He'll always pull you aside to tell you he loves you before he goes into a fight.

He'll reassure you with forehead kisses instead of kisses on the lips. They just feel more safe and comforting.

But the ultimate way he makes you feel safe and comfortable is by cuddling. He loooooves cuddling.

Nothing makes him happier than wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight to him. He loves falling asleep that way, tangled up together, because it lets him know that you feel completely safe around him.

He knows he can be an imposing person, so he always does his best to make you and everyone else feel safe around him.

And let's be honest, that man is a giant teddy bear.

But he can be pretty scary when he wants to be.

Like I kind of said earlier, if someone is messing with you, he's the first one to be by your side to defend you

At the end of the day, he loves coming home to you and knowing that you'll be there for him every step of the way.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ nsfw — mentions of hickeys, oral (f & m receiving), praise, roughness, fingering

Dick is a pretty selfless person — he's always concerned about other people, he's a bit of a people pleaser, etc.

Thus I firmly believe he's a giver over a receiver.

They don't call him Dick for nothing—

He also definitely has a praise kink, both for giving praise and receiving it.

His favorite, of course, is calling you a ❝ Good girl ❞ and telling you how well you're doing.

He loves to go down on you. There's nothing he finds more beautiful than looking up at you from in between your legs, seeing your face contorted in pleasure as he brings you over the edge.

He also looooves when you pull his hair. It's a sign that he's doing well at making you feel good. This ties in with the whole praise thing.

He never pressures you into anything and always makes sure to get consent before doing something.

He also loves to wake you up by going down on you. He obviously asked for consent the night before, but he just loves the surprise of it.

Or he'll even just wake you up by pressing kisses to your neck and gently fingering you

It isn't until you're awake and moaning that he'll smirk at you and say good morning.

The auDACITY

And if you want to go down on him? I mean...he won't refuse.

I don't think his initial instinct is to be very vocal, but once he feels perfectly comfortable and safe with you, oh Lord is he vocal.

He's a very gentle person in general, but every once in a while he needs to let off some steam.

You'll come back from a fight and you'll barely have the time to shut the bedroom door before he's pulling you to him and kissing you.

The suit stays ON

He can get a little rough, but he always makes sure that you're okay with what he's doing.

But he loves after care — and he's great at it too

Like I said earlier, he's a cuddler, but if you're both up for it he'll jump in a shower with you

He doesn't normally like to leave marks because he doesn't want the others to start asking questions, but every once in a while he likes giving you a hickey or two.

But he places them strategically on your collarbone, where they'll be just barely hidden by your shirts and revealed by the merest tug on the neckline (and yes he does take advantage of this)

You're a little more enthusiastic about hickeys than he is

Luckily, in his, er, line of work (???) hickeys can more often be explained away as bruises

Like if it ever gets brought up, he just brushes it off.

❝ What's on your neck? ❞ ❝ It's uh, just a bruise. ❞ ❝ Oh. Looks like a hickey. ❞

Dick will just kind of freeze up, caught of guard by the directness of that statement, and you'll just smile and wrap an arm around him, pressing a kiss directly to the so-called ❝ bruise. ❞

The Intern: Outreach Gala

Another uneventful day for Gotham's environmental intern...

Part 1- Day one

Part 2- The Joker Fish

Part 4- The Billionaire Boys Club

Gotham's public library appears unrecognizable under the cloak of night. Broad leaves shroud the outside exterior of the Gothic pillars while ivy cascades down the large door frames. Harris raises an eyebrow.

"How many forests do you think Wayne destroyed in his quest to save the planet?" He questions with a smirk.

Each grey hair is perfectly gelled out of his face. Ditching his glasses for the occasion, Dr. Harris may actually care about tonight's guests. The bouncer outside the door seemed to think the dress code was not a laughing matter.

Taking his extended arm, I roll my eyes. The security guy nods to the two of us as we walk through the door.

"Professor, if you keep saying things like that Gordon's going to question your stances on Gotham's resident Eco-terrorist. " I whisper with a smile. "....but at least 12."

Thanks to the joint collaboration between Wayne Industries, Goth-corp, and the Gotham Department of Environmental Protection. Gotham City is hosting its first Environmental Outreach Gala for the nearby tri-state area. Unfortunately for me, they saddled the newest intern to do all the heavy lifting. Young joints and all that jazz. At least I got an invite. The invites ran out before the IT guy could get one. Poor Eddie.

My heart flutters a little bit as a realization hits me. I’m actually here… surrounded by giants in clean energy and the scientific community alike. Award-winning journalists... All for the future of our planet. Passing my reflection, I smile thinking of how far I’ve come from that little river rat back at home.

A figure in the corner of my eye draws my thoughts away from the Grandma debrief. Dick Grayson, the Billionaire’s son, charms the group of ladies by his side. I take a mental note to find time to talk to him when there isn’t such a big crowd. Having someone in Bruce Wayne’s ear might be an asset.

The walls echo with the idle chatter coming from the rich socialites of Gotham. Waiters in tuxedos maneuver silently with a tray of champagne flutes in each hand. Considering, that most environmental professionals wear cargo pants from the early 2000s to work... the dress code was definitely a choice. I scan the room for familiar faces. Gordon flashes me a smile from across the room. I nod back. The Mayor works his way around the room with a large smile. It must be an election year.

My throat gets tight. I'm not ready for this. Looking to my right, I find that Dr. Harris has vanished into the crowd.

"Y/N L/N?" A voice calls distracting me from my nerves.

A well-dressed man strolls over. Something about him puts me on edge. Maybe it's his wicked smile or the large emerald ring on his outstretched hand. He walks with an easy air of confidence.

"Lex Luthor."

My heart does a little tap dance in my chest. The tight fabric of my rental dress makes it hard to breathe. I shake his hand politely. The party-goers go quiet around us. From the corner of my eye, Lois Lane, an investigative reporter from Metropolis, shoves through the crowd. So much for being a fly on the wall.

"I recently worked with a Professor of yours. She had a lot to say about your graduate proposal."

This cannot be happening. Memories of those long fights in the lab flash in the back of my mind. Mr. Luthor's cat-like gaze observes my reaction curiously.

I cover my face in embarrassment. That woman deserves hate mail. I could have at least been asked to type or spell-check it beforehand.

"To be frank, I originally chose the topic to get a rise outta her. Dr. Hendrix had me doing dishes for 3 weeks straight after I accidentally messed up a sample, so I wrote a proposal I knew she wouldn't like."

When I finally uncover my face, Luthor stares down at me with an amused grin.

"Even so. I'd like to discuss potential funding opportunities in Metropolis. If this is something you would think up out of boredom, I'd love to see what you can do when you put your mind to it."

That brings a smile to my face.

"Really? Everyone who I've brought it up to has been apprehensive about researching Kryptionian radiation.

"We need more scientists to ask questions Ms. L/N. Even the ones, that people don't want to know the answer to. "

The sullen green glow draws my eye once again to Mr. Luthor's ring finger... Wait, that's not an emerald. That's Kryptonite.

"Is this a personal interest of yours?" I ask slowly glancing between his eyes and his ring.

"In some ways."

An unspoken conversation occurs when he notices my acknowledgement of his strange choice of jewelry. The silence only creates more questions. Why would you wear something you know is irradiated?

"I hope to hear from you soon." Mr. Luthor concludes after handing me a business card, "There is always a spot at Lexcorp for a future scientist with your talents."

I stand there in silence watching him leave. The sleek modern design of the card lists only the bare essentials: his name, office address, and contact information in silver lettering.

Four hours ago, I was hauling boxes for the decorating committee. Huh. A nearby waiter offers a champagne flute from the tray. Respectfully, I turn them down. This dress costs more than my rent.

“Oh no. Thank you. I am… working.”

"Does work-life balance not apply to interns?” A voice interrupts.

I try not to roll my eyes at the "intern" comment. The constant reminders of my status are getting old. Starting at his perfectly buffed dress shoes, my gaze drags along the fabric of his black designer suit. Dick Grayson sure does like to make an entrance. With his dark curls and friendly blue eyes, there's something familiar about him. I can't quite put my finger on it... Sipping on his drink, he waits for my response with a teasing grin. His energy is contiguous. I ignore his question to ask my own instead.

“Has anyone told you that you tend to appear out of nowhere?”

His striking eyes light up with a mischievous glint.

“You have no idea.” He laughs introducing himself, “I’m Dick Grayson.”

“So I’ve heard.” I joke gesturing to the envious eyes from across the room.

He raises a curious eyebrow.

“Good things I hope?”

Glancing around the room, I ignore the dozen eyes staring daggers in my direction. Academia can be such a bitch.

“Nothing too crazy: a few murders, unfounded accusations, and you might be an alien?”

Dick Grayson grimaces while tilting his head ever so slightly. He swirls his drink, yet doesn't take a sip.

“Sounds about right. Anything you believe? “

I pause... Do I play coy?

“I’m not sure an alien could do a quadruple summersault.”

Something flashes in his eyes that I don’t quite understand. For a moment, I wonder if I should have held my tongue. His suspicion morphs into the first genuine smile I've seen all evening.

“You’ve done your homework Ms. L/N.”

Before I can respond, a scream causes the ballroom to descend into chaos. Vines shoot out from under the floorboards while the native plants start attacking the guest. A woman with flaming red hair paces the floor. Her vines wrap around each person one by one…. A thorny bush springs out of a fallen leaf snagging my delicate rental dress.

Dammit Pamela. We talked about this.

Glancing at the bartender's horrified expression, I frown.

“I change my mind. I’ll have that drink now.”

Bruce, a tired dad who should be sleeping because Gotham is a hard place to live in and he needs sleep: Okay, let’s try this one more time. Collapsing building, fire everywhere, villain attack. What do you do?

Dick:

Y/n: ... Call the heroes-

Bruce: YOU ARE THE HEROES

Y/n: Someone’s trying to break in! Call the cops

Jason: (loads shotgun) I got this

Y/n: Last week you fell up the stairs, what do you mean-

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Wally: What colour is a mirror?

Y/n: Here’s a better question. What are you doing in my room?

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Y/n: What goes up but never comes down?

Bruce: The amount of stress you bring to this family

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Y/n: Last night I found out that Wally is a sleep talker

Dick: Oh really?

Y/n: “The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.” Right. In. My. Ear. At 3AM

*Y/n holding their toddler*

Artemis: Oh god I can’t believe one of us has one of these

Conner: I know I still am one of these

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Dick: Everyone knows that Santa is an invention designed by the big five corporations to sell tinsel and video games to the unsuspecting public

Y/n: The whole “childhood wonder” stage just blew right past you, didn’t it?

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Will: Are you mad?

Y/n: No

Will: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

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Y/n: I can’t believe all these people are wearing black. Black is supposed to be my thing, they’re all just posers.

Kaldur: Y/n, for the last time we’re at a funeral

DATING HEAD CANNONS - DICK GRAYSON

(there is no nsfw!! also no pronouns are mentioned!!)

(please don’t reblog!)

the start of your relationship

honestly when your first started dating you were really confused why he would constantly have bruises and gashes on him, or why hr just disappears. i feel like it you guys would get in a fight about him keeping BIG secrets, and like he would accidentally tell his secret and your just standing there wide eyed!!! he would probably be so scared that you’ll get scared and leave him. you end up giving him a huge bear hug mumbling “you better not die”! AND THIS MAN WAS OVER THE MOOOOOOOOON!!!!

he would be such a romantic! he will flirt all the time with you but it would be VERY common when you guys first started dating! he will ALWAYS hold your hand and would never let go because he’d be scared if you just vanished! he would immediately introduce you to the batfam! i feel like Damian would rly love you! like at first he was kind of distant but he warmed up to you later and wouldn’t let you be!!! dick probably has to beg Damian to let you be so he can spend alone time with you!

actual relationship hcs :)

STOP HE WOULD BE THE BIGGEST SWEETHEART EVER!!!!!!! you would get small and big gifts! i feel eventually you’d feel a bit bad that he is spending so much money on you but he genuinely insists that its fine!!!

dates would be the most fun thing ever!!! you guys either stay at home and just chill, cuddling just in each others warmth! or you guys would dress up and go to a fancy place!!

he is in love with your lips!! he loves how they feel against his, how warm and soft they are! he loves the colour of your lips (i have a darker top lip and hated it for so long! but you all are pretty so please dont ever hate your lips or anything about you!)

he always has to be touching you! not in a sexual way though! like he loves to pull you close by wrapping his arm around your waist!!

HE GIVES THE BEST HUGS

after a tough night your sweet face makes it all worth it!!!

overall ♾/10 boyfriend

have a great day/night and drink water!!!

Yea... NO.

This is an oldish one from my Wattpad account.

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Dick Grayson x male reader.

Reader is the son of Oliver Queen

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It had been an almost 2 months long solo mission and m/n was just returning to the cave.

The first thing that he noticed when he entered was the utter silence other than urgent sounding whispering. Raising an eyebrow he followed it to the living room to find his dad and the other mentors standing over something adorable and downright scarry at the same time.



"What the HELL happened here?" I asked inrediously.

They all turned to him and their faces lit up. His paled as he realised what they were thinking.

"No. Not a chance. Don't look at me like that. I DO NOT do kids." I growled at them anoyed.

"Come on N/N we can't. We can't leave them alone and we can't work on a cure here." Dad tried to reason with me.

"Then don't leave them alone. I'm pretty sure not everyone of you needs to be working on a cure, and besides you cannot leave me alone when they wake up." I told them cooly.

Dad looked around then gently picked up one of the little ones and handed him to me. I looked down to see that I was now holding a younger Robin. My eyes softened under my mask at the cuteness that was my deaged boyfriend a small smile forming on my lips as I continued to stare at him.

"Ok so I can do THIS kid. But not the others." I gave a small smile to the little boy in my arms as I saw the white lenses of his mask start to show signalling that his eyes were openning.

"Come on kiddo it's not gonna be that bad." Dad tried.

"And yet none of you wish to do it either." I snarled scarring the boy in my arms judging by the little wimper he let out as he snuggled closer into my neck. I tightened my grip slightly and rubbed his back cooing in his hear to calm him down.

----Timeskip cause I'm lazy--

I SWEAR TO GOD I'MA CUT A BITCH if the mentors don't get their asses here soon. Dick, Conner and M'gann are at least behaving thank God. All the others however? Yea not so much. Wally and Artimis won't stop argueing and Kaldur has completely disapeared.

Finally I hear them re-enter the cave.

'Recognized Batman 01'

'Recognized Flash 03'

'Recognized Green arrow 04'

'Recognized Martian 'Manhunter 09'

'Recognized Aquaman 10'

"Thank God you guys are here!" I exclaumed. I then pointed to Aquaman

"Your kid is in the pool by the way, I think." I snapped at him.

He smiled and walked off to go and get his charge.

Batman looked over at me and raised a questioning eyebrow at his charge using me as gymnastics equiptment.

"What? He does this at his normal age too why are you surprised?" I snarked at him.

They could tell I was annoyed. Bats held up a few syringes and I sighed in relief.

Each of the kids were pricked and taken home by their mentors. I followed my dad and 'cousin' back to Star City.

The next day I went to the kitchen and was promptly tackled by a 15 year old Artimis Crock(?). I sighed softly but couldn't help the small smile playing on my lips as she helped me up.

I teased her until we went to the cave where I promptly resumed my teasing and included everyone else including my littlle bird who just blushed and burried his face in my chest. I smiled softly and pulled him away slightly and pecked his lips softly.

"You were a very cute kid Love." I mumbled into his lips.

He just blushed harder and reburried his face in my chest.