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dick grayson x reader fluff and suggestive idkk its a repost from valentine’s day, my first attempt at some smut be nice!!!!!! alcohol and language all that
The restaurant was lit with dim yellow lights making the warm glow from the candle the only source of light on your table. It cast a beautiful glow over both you and your date’s face, making the ambiance that much more romantic.
You were currently on a second date –which wasn’t planned per se because you didn’t know if you even wanted a second date. But when the guy called you again and said ‘what the hell let’s celebrate valentine’s together’ and you agreed because you didn’t want to seem like a complete loser that you were.
Because you did ask him to spend it on the 13th instead of the 14th. You said you had a galentine’s evening planned as an excuse but nope. No matter how many times you tried telling yourself you didn’t miss the way Dick made you breakfast in bed every year with a cheesy card and a single red rose set nearly in a tray, you didn’t believe it.
You didn’t miss how he didn’t let you leave the bed until you had gone at least three rounds or until his mouth was glistening, swollen and red with how he refused to get his head up from between your thighs.
And you certainly didn’t miss how he took you to the most expensive restaurants –taking the day off patrol for once just so you could have the whole rooftop of the restaurant to yourselves while a musician played jazz in the dark background. How you two walked along the pier in your expensive dress and suit, eating gelato. And how Dick always picked you up in his arms bridal style just as he walked through the threshold of your house because he insisted he was practicing for the real thing.
You did NOT miss how he threw you on the bed (which had rose petals on it) and lit candles around the room while he took off your dress as languidly as he could. Because he was cheesy and he celebrated the day of love exactly the way you would expect someone like him to.
In conclusion: you did not miss Dick Grayson.
That’s why you were on a date with a perfectly nice guy. A bit on the safer side but honestly that’s what you needed, not someone who jumped off of rooftops at night.
He wasn’t as tall as Dick and had blond hair with green eyes but that was perfect for you. He brought you tulips which were perfectly fine even though your favourite flowers were red roses. It was okay, he would learn in time.
“So that’s when my boss offered me to take over the game of golf in front of our new client and I stood there stunned!” He rambled on for what seemed like an eternity.
So he was a bit on the boring finance guy side but it’s fine. At least he made his own money and isn’t the son of Bruce Wayne.
You gave him a clipped smile and took a bite of your spaghetti.
“Excuse me,” the waiter suddenly appeared. “This is for you,” he smiled and offered you a bottle of expensive wine.
“We didn’t order wine,” you smiled politely, glancing at your date who looked just as confused as you did.
“It’s from that gentleman over there,” the waiter replied and pointed behind him to a seat where two men clad in suits sat.
One of them had his back turned towards you and the other was holding up the menu to cover his face but the second he lowered it a bit, you saw the familiar black waves of Tim fucking Drake.
Your ex boyfriend’s brother, meaning the other man most likely was the said ex boyfriend.
The waiter put the wine down and disappeared again, leaving you two alone. You clenched your jaw and tried to ignore the elephants in the room, literally.
“Do you know them?” Your date asked.
“Yeah,” you curtly replied and eyed the wine bottle. It was your favourite.
“Okay then,” your date said and began rambling about something again but your eyes didn’t leave the wine bottle.
It had been weeks of this. It had been exactly eight weeks since you and Dick broke up and he hadn’t stopped contacting you. He moved back into the manor –he refused to leave your shared apartment so you told him you would leave but since he knew you didn’t have another place, he relented. He had been tailing you, you knew he had, while he was out on patrol.
Each morning you woke up and found scrambled eggs just the way you liked, still warm sitting on your kitchen island with a glass of orange juice and your vitamin capsules. Once, you found your place perfectly vacuumed and laundry done and folded when you came home from work. He had left you flowers on your doorstep –always red roses.
He sent you memes like nothing had happened even though you never replied, he still called you constantly. Sometimes late at night after patrols –the only time you would pick up in case something bad had happened and it usually did.
He talked about how hard he’s been working and how everything has taken a toll on him, he said how much he missed you. And he always ended his calls with a quiet “i love you” and you never said it back. Not until he hung up and you whispered it into the darkness of the room.
Because he didn’t know that you still left space on the right side of the bed for him, that you still clung to his pillow at night. He didn’t know that you broke down once in the bathroom in case he was on a rooftop and was looking at you through the windows. You still took your coffee the way he taught you. That you still couldn’t sleep unless you were wearing his old and tattered t-shirt from when he was at Gotham Academy.
“I’ll be right back,” you said suddenly, cutting your date’s another story off before grabbing the wine bottle and advancing towards his table.
Tim put down the menu and straightened up as you approached with sharp steps like you were on a mission.
“Seriously?” You snapped, putting the bottle in front of Dick.
“Hello to you too baby,” Dick grinned, leaning back on his chair with an arm draped across the back in such a strategic way that it pulled at the top few buttons of his shirt.
“What are you doing here, Dick?” You sighed.
“Having dinner and enjoying the view,” he shrugged.
“And you’re encouraging him?” You huffed, turning towards Tim with your hands on your waist.
“Life’s been boring,” Tim shrugged.
“And what the hell are you so smug about?” You quipped at Dick who still had a shit eating grin on his face.
“You’re talking to me,” he replied.
“I’m literally cursing you.”
“You know sweetheart that’s just foreplay for us,” Dick tutted.
“Dick, please. I’m on a date. Don’t ruin this for me,” you pleaded, emphasising on every word.
“You don’t need a date, you already have a boyfriend,” Dick mentioned with a smirk.
“Can you leave, please?”
“We haven’t even ordered yet,” Tim chimed in.
“Fine, I’ll leave and he and I will go home and have sex in the bed you and I shared,” you challenged and turned around on your heels but Dick was quick to grasp your wrist.
“I’m leaving okay?” He said, all the traces of earlier amusement gone from his face.
“But I’m starving!” Tim protested.
“We’ll get a hot dog, come on,” Dick urged.
One point for you and zero for Dick.
“Sorry about that,” you apologised, sliding back into your seat.
“Was that an ex I should be worried about?” Your date inquired with a low chuckle.
“No, he is an ex for a reason. You don’t need to worry about him,” you replied curtly.
“He looks familiar,” your date muttered.
“Yeah,” you said under your breath and continued eating your pasta.
“Wait, is he one of Bruce Wayne’s sons? I’ve read about it! It was published in our magazine you should check it out, I have front pa–”
Your date was once again interrupted with your phone buzzing on the table which you were thankful for. But one glance was enough to drain your short lived joy.
It was Dick.
You ignored it and turned the phone down but it kept buzzing meaning Dick kept calling. And he wouldn’t stop until you picked up.
“What!” You muttered harshly, leaning down a bit to get some privacy.
“Hey honey,” he cheerfully greeted from the other side. “I’m getting a hot dog with Tim from that place you and I went to when you were on your period and were craving hot dogs at one in the morning.”
“Dick I swear to fucking god-”
“Keep going I’m close,” he cut you off with an exaggerated hiss.
“I will cut your balls off and feed them to birds, you complete asshole!”
“If you wanna play with my balls baby you just have to ask,” he chuckled.
“Dick Grayson!” You said louder than you anticipated when people around you started giving you glances. “Don’t call me again,” you hushed and hung up, straightening to your full height.
“Sorry I’m sorry,” you repeated your earlier words.
“Hey look,” your date began, “I don’t wanna get in between something complicated. I don’t have it in me to deal with all that, and compete with the golden boy over here so I think it’s best if we don’t see each other again,” he finished and wiped his mouth before getting up from the seat.
“Wait!” You called out, following after him.
“You’re fun and I enjoyed your company but he’s clearly still in love with you just like you are so I’m not gonna be your middle man,” he shrugged before getting into his car and driving away.
When you went back to your table, you realised the asshole didn’t even pay nor did he offer you a ride when he was the one who picked you up meaning you had to walk home because all you had in your purse was a lip gloss and nothing else because Dick never ever let you pay so you never needed to carry anything other than your lip combo and some wipes.
“Excuse me,” you beckoned the waiter to bring the cheque.
“Your bill has already been paid, Miss,” the waiter smiled at you.
“What? When?” You asked with confusion etched on your face.
“By a Mr. Grayson?” He replied with a glance at his notepad.
“Of course it is,” you rolled your eyes and thanked the waiter before grabbing your wrap from the seat.
You didn’t even bring a coat, just this flimsy wrap which might as well have not been there.
With a light groan, you began walking home. Which was a pain in your heels but you couldn’t really pay for a cab with lip gloss.
You turned a corner to a dark alleyway where barely anyone came around because it smelled like piss and crime and Dick always told you to avoid it at all costs but you were currently freezing and wanted to be home as soon as possible.
“Hey princess,” you heard a male voice slur from behind you.
Great.
You began walking faster but it came to be futile when a hand grabbed your bare shoulder, causing you to gasp and run as fast as you could in your heels which wasn’t that far at all because the man soon caught up to you and pulled a knife out.
“I don’t want any trouble!” You declared loudly, hand going over your phone so you could speed dial Dick.
“I see what you’re doing, drop your phone sweetheart,” the man ordered with a wicked grin.
“I don’t have any money!” You protested as you clutched your purse when you realised your hands had begun shaking.
“That’s okay, you can pay me in other ways,” he grinned wider as he stepped closer, causing you to step back as your feet shook beneath you.
“Leave me alone!” You grunted as your back hit the wall.
“We will have fun,” the man laughed but it soon turned into a grunt as he fell on the ground.
Nightwing soon emerged from the shadows and stood over the man who was now quivering but he didn’t get a chance to escape as Dick began landing punches to his face.
The man soon passed out but Dick didn’t stop even after you called out his name repeatedly. He kept punching the man and you were beginning to get scared because you had never ever seen Dick like that.
You stepped forward and put your hand over his shoulder which finally made him stop as he stood up and cupped your face in his gloved hands, checking for injuries.
“I’m okay,” you reassured him as he looked you up and down.
“Are you kidding me?” Dick roared, louder and angrier than you’d ever seen him. “How many times have I told you not to come into this alley!”
“I was cold and I just wanted to get home!” You snapped in defence.
“And where is your date? He’s supposed to be walking you home!” Dick yelled again.
“Well thanks to you, he’s never seeing me again,” you scoffed.
“What?” Dick echoed, suddenly much calmer now. “Fuck’s sake come here,” he grumbled once he saw you shaking like a leaf.
You didn’t protest as you stepped closer and let him wrap his warm arms around your body. Dick always ran hot, the complete opposite of you who always managed to stay cold. Your lips and nails often turned blue if you were out in the cold and Dick always had to give you his jacket or envelope you in his arms while he rubbed his palms up and down your body to warm you up. Much like he was doing right now.
“He said he didn’t want to come in between something complicated,” you managed to speak against Dick’s chest.
“He might be a douche but he backed off. I respect that,” Dick chuckled.
“Dick,” you murmured.
“I’m sorry,” he replied.
“Whatever,” you sighed and straightened up, looking into the whites of his domino mask.
“Let’s get you home,” he murmured quietly with a swallow.
You two walked side by side without saying a word other than Dick occasionally straightening you up with his hand cupping your elbow each time you stumbled in your heels. Your apartment building soon came into view as Dick waved you goodbye but went behind the building to climb up the fire escape in case anyone was following him. Nightwing instincts.
You knew he would be waiting for you when you opened the door and he was. His domino mask was off his face and sitting on the kitchen counter while he folded his arms over his chest and looked at you.
The look on his face was indecipherable but you were tired of it. Tired of him acting like nothing even happened, tired of him cooking you breakfast and leaving just minutes before you woke up, tired of him ruining your dates, tired of him still telling you that he loved you but most of all you were tired of pretending you didn’t care.
Of pretending you didn’t want him back or that he was right there with you whenever you tried to bring yourself close to an orgasm pretending it was him doing it instead.
So you put your purse down and walked towards Dick, staring into his blue eyes with purpose while the confusion on his face grew with each step you took in his direction.
You grabbed the collar of his suit and led him towards the bedroom you two shared once.
“Bab-” Dick began but you cut him off with a quick ‘shh.’
You pushed him onto the bed with his collar and he fell backwards with his back hitting the plush mattress as he looked up at you in confusion with parted lips and big doe eyes.
“You think you can just do anything?” You began, venom dripping from your voice with how mad you were.
“What-” he said again but you were quick to grab his chin in your hand to shut him up.
“I don’t want a word out of you okay?” You murmured as your eyes landed on his parted lips now pouted due to your hold on his chin.
“Uh-huh,” Dick hummed in response. His pupils fully dilated with need.
“Good,” you breathed out, leaning closer to him until you were straddling him and your forehead was against his. “Because you’ve said enough these past few weeks. Don’t you think it’s time for you to shut up?” you asked and when Dick didn’t respond, you tightened your grip on his face. “That was a question Dick, I expect an answer.”
“Y-yeah,” he managed as you felt him stiffening underneath you.
“Good,” you smiled and pecked his lips before pushing him on the bed so he could lie down completely while you got off the bed and began stripping your dress off.
Once you were out of your clothes and only in bra and panties, you straddled Dick again, your thighs on either side of his hips as you leaned down to press kisses on his neck.
Dick’s hand came up and pulled out the clip from your head that was holding your messy bun up and you immediately frowned, grabbing his hands and pinning them over his head.
“I didn’t say you could touch me,” you said, eyeing him.
“You’re killing me,” Dick murmured and moved his hips underneath you, causing his erection to rub against you.
You let out a shaky breath at that but quickly recovered, pressing your weight down on him more.
“Do that again and I’ll leave you here like this,” you challenged and saw Dick close his eyes for a second. “Will you listen to me now for once in your damn life?”
Dick nodded his head but that wasn’t good enough for you. You ground your hips against his which caused him to let out a small whimper.
“Words,” you ordered.
“Yes ma’am,” Dick whispered.
“Cute,” you smiled and leaned down to give Dick a full kiss against his mouth but when his hands came down again to hold your hips, you pulled away. “You just can’t ever listen to me can you?” You huffed and got off him, walking away from the bed.
“Baby no. Come back! I’m sorry,” Dick pleaded from behind you. “I’ll behave I promise.”
“Yeah you will,” you returned with one of his old ties from the closet and straddled him again.
You grabbed his hands and pinned them over his head again while holding the black tie in your mouth as Dick watched you with hazy eyes without blinking. He was so painfully hard in his suit it was a chore for him to even breathe. And yet he didn’t want to be anywhere else.
You neatly tied the tie around his wrist –which let’s be honest, he could easily get out of.
“Nice,” you grinned and looked at Dick who was now glaring at you with flared nostrils.
He was getting mad. Exactly what you wanted.
“Do something,” Dick ordered.
“Do you want me to gag you too? I don’t want to hear your voice right now Dick,” you clicked your tongue and tapped your finger against his lips.
“You’ll regret this,” he warned against your finger. “Have your fun while you can baby because once I’m out of this, you’ll be sorry.”
“Shut up!” you grumbled, putting your palm over his mouth. “The only reason my panties aren't in your mouth right now is because you’re good with your mouth when you’re putting it to good use.”
“Come up here then angel, let me show you how good I am,” he smirked against your palm.
“Not today Nightwing,” you smirked, hands sliding down to the opening of his suit.
You slowly peeled the spandex off him, carefully putting the gadgets aside before you took out his comms –that he already disable. He was left in only a pair of black boxer briefs. He was sprawled out in the middle of the bed with his hands tied over his head as he looked at you with hungry eyes, waiting for your next move.
You sat back on his hips, eyeing his sculpted body that you desperately missed over the last few weeks. You ran your hand over every hard ridge and muscle on his body as if relearning it.
Goosebumps slowly rose over Dick’s body as you kept tracing the veins with your nails, causing him to squirm and breathe out shakily.
You ground your hips against his again before leaning down to plant kisses on his throat, trailing a path down to the middle of his chest.
With a giggle, you hopped off him and grabbed a lipstick from your dresser before straddling him again.
“You wanted to ruin my valentine’s day didn’t you?” you asked with a sweet smile as you unscrewed the cap of the red lipstick Dick always loved on you a bit too much.
When he didn’t respond, you harshly circled your hips over his erection again, making him let out a whimper.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Wanted… wanted you all to myself, in my bed.”
“I’m gonna mark you up,” you stated. “Make you pretty like my little gift,” you smiled and applied lipstick on your lips before leaning down to plant your lips against Dick’s chest, transferring the mark on his skin.
You carried on with your lipstick kisses until his whole chest and neck were covered in kiss marks, making the muscles look that much defined and him just that much sexier. You quickly grabbed your phone and put your red painted nails under his chin and snapped a photo.
Gosh he was pretty.
“My pretty baby,” you cooed with a sweet smile. “Wish you could see yourself right now Dick, you’re so pretty all marked up like this just for me,” you whispered against his lips as your hand travelled down to the waistband of his boxers.
“Say it,” you urged. “Say you’re my pretty baby.”
“I’m your pretty baby,” he managed with a shaky breath as you gripped him before pulling your hand out.
“I don’t think you deserve to get off just yet after weeks and weeks of torturing me,” you decided, leaning back again.
“I’ve seen you with your hands between your thighs while you moaned my name baby, you know you want me,” Dick chuckled.
“That’s not very nice is it Mr. Grayson?” You let out a loud gasp as your hand travelled behind you to unclasp your bra.
As soon as the material slid off your body, Dick let out a loud groan. He harshly moved his hips underneath you as he raised his pinned hands, trying to get them out.
“Untie me pretty,” he coaxed.
“Hmmmm,” you pretended to think as you threw your bra behind you. “No.”
“I’m not joking,” Dick said your name with a finality in his voice as his eyes turned even darker.
“I’m not either. You’ve been annoying me for weeks, you can take it.”
“Fine,” Dick clenched his jaw before you heard a harsh rip sound, causing you to widen your eyes as you saw the tie that bound his wrists was now torn in half.
You quickly got off his lap and walked backwards as he approached you with hunger mixed with anger in his eyes.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish sweetheart,” Dick muttered in your ear, grinding his hips on your ass causing a moan to leave your mouth.
“Dick…” you began. “I’m sorry! I was going-” you defended yourself as you turned around to open the bedroom door but Dick’s palm came down on it, slamming it shut again as he pinned you against it with his chest against your back and his lips against your ears.
“You know what to say if you wanna stop right?” Dick checked and you nodded in reply. “Good,” he chuckled and picked you up, walking you backwards and throwing you on the bed.
Your body collided with the mattress, causing your hair to fall over your face but you didn’t get the chance to tame it before Dick got on top of you, making you lie back down.
“Because I need to remind you who owns the game, yeah?” Dick said and ripped your underwear off.
maybe i was just super horny on valentines day when i wrote it but yeah #needthat
likes comments reblogs appreciated, hope you guys enjoy <3
Ω heyy brina!! don’t if anyone’s ever told u, but ur fics give off such 2000s romcom, especially the scenarios u chose to write!! do u have any top 3 or 5, 2000s movie faves??!!
HII DIVA!! awh thank you so much this is the highest of compliments i’m literally obsessed with early 2000s romcoms🤧
my top three are definitely 27 dresses, 13 going on 30 and confessions of a shopaholic i also really love how to lose a guy in 10 days (its not a favourite just my comfort romcom if that makes sense LOL) and of course she’s the man🙂↕️
jason todd x reader, fluff, alcohol, language, suggestive, crack-ish
You were sat on a closed toilet seat in a cramped bathroom stall inside a dingy bar your friends had dragged you to for a girl’s night out. You were practically pushed into the car because apparently according to your friends you had been ghosting them ever since you moved in with your boyfriend.
Not your fault that you were beginning to enjoy the quiet evenings you and your boyfriend shared more than going out to a cheap, loud bar and drinking too much tequila to the point you couldn’t see straight.
No you preferred to be at home, curled up on the couch with your Jason, a book in his hand that you read together with the lights dim and lavender scented candles all around you.
You enjoyed your boyfriend rolling his eyes at you grumbling something about fire hazards as you lit yet another candle. You enjoyed him huffing and puffing when you flipped the page a bit too fast because of course he read with all the punctuations, of course he took a three second pause at every comma. You enjoyed watching him make you two dinner while you sat on the counter, swinging your legs.
Now you were hidden away inside the bathroom, ringing him for the third time, praying he would pick up.
“Jay?” you mumbled as soon as he picked up.
“Hey doll,” he replied, lazily.
“Where were you?” you slurred.
“Just finishing up something at the batcave. What’s up?”
“Can you pick me up? I don’t want to be here anymore,” you said with a pout, voice barely audible.
“Baby what’s wrong? You’re not enjoying yourself?”
“No a guy keeps hitting on me even though I told him I have a big scary boyfriend,” you huffed.
“Not that you’re scary, you’re very cute. A cutie patootie, my baby, my heart you’re the smallest person ever,” you rambled on, making him let out a chuckle.
“Where are your friends?” he asked.
“They’re not good people Jay!” You exclaimed.
“Really? Why’s that?” he drawled in an amused tone.
“They told me it doesn’t matter if I have you, when I’m drunk I get a pass to,” you halted mid sentence and cupped your hand over your mouth as if to whisper a secret, “make out with other people,” you finished in a hushed tone.
“What?” he scoffed.
“Yes! As if being drunk means you can kiss anyone! I don’t want to kiss anyone but you Jay,” you breathed out making him chuckle again.
“My girl’s loyal even when she’s hammered,” he replied, still laughing softly.
“I am NOT hammered,” you defended yourself but the slur in your voice betrayed you.
“Sure angel. Share your location with me I’m coming to get you,”
“Okay but I’m hiding in the bathroom because that man is outside and he’s so short! He doesn’t know I like tall boys, tall boys who read and… and ride motorcycles and have huge biceps and a kissable mouth and… and are named Jason Todd,” you finished and this time he let out a full blown cackle.
“God I love you,” he replied, still laughing. “Come outside when I call, no sooner okay? I don’t mind waiting,”
“Yes yes, I’ll see you,” you smiled, hanging up the phone and walking out of the bathroom to your friends.
Fifteen minutes later, you walked out of the bar after Jason called to let you know he was here. You spotted your car right away with him leaning on the door, arms folded over his chest looking every bit like the ‘scary boyfriend’ you had mentioned earlier. You smiled and stumbled towards him immediately putting your arms around his neck.
“I missed you,” you mumbled into his chest as you felt his hand brushing your hair out of your face and put it in a ponytail, securing a black hair tie around it that he always wore on his wrist.
“Missed you too gorgeous,” he replied, cupping your face to examine your eyes. “You’re drunk out of your mind aren’t you? How many drinks did you have?”
“Umm, I lost count after drink number eight,” you replied, still leaning on him.
“Oh angel,” he sighed and opened the passenger side of the door for you, helping you in the seat as he fastened the seatbelt around you.
He quickly got to the driver’s seat and started the car, giving you occasional glances as he drove. A hint of an amused smile prominent on his lips.
“What?” You asked when he looked at you for the fiftieth time.
“Nothing baby, nothing at all,” he said, looking back on the road, biting the inside of his cheek to hide a smile.
Within ten minutes, Jason was pulling up in the building’s parking lot, parking at your designated spot. He walked around to your side of the car and helped you out, grabbing your purse and tugging down your skirt that had ridden up way too high.
“Don’t pick me up!” you said the second you felt his hands on your thighs. “I’m not drunk I can walk.”
He pulled his hands back and raised them to show you that they were nowhere near your thighs. He put one arm around your waist and held you way too tight, the other holding your purse as he led you to the elevator.
Once he managed to get you inside, he immediately lifted you up, dragging you to the bedroom despite your protests.
He carefully sat you down on the seat next to the window and walked towards the dresser to grab your sleep shirt (which was really one of his shirts that had mysteriously gone missing one day until he found you sleeping in it and never asked for it back) and shorts.
He kneeled in front of you, undoing the knots of your thigh high heels and rolled his eyes at your huffs.
“You already look like a wet dream then you go ahead and wear stuff like this and wonder why every guy wants you,” he grumbled under his breath.
“Do you not like it Jay?” You asked in a low voice, trailing your feet –that was now free, up his chest to his jaw and poking his cheek with it.
He grabbed your feet and put it back down, smacking your thigh lightly. “Behave,” he ordered.
“Are you telling me what to do Jason Todd?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Do I need to remind you that you’re on your knees in front of me right now?”
He rested his forehead on your knees and put his hands on your thighs, rubbing his palms up and down the bare skin.
“I wasn’t complaining angel, I want you to walk all over me in your high heels,” he replied, unbuttoning your skirt.
“Jay…” you breathed out, grabbing ahold of his hair and pulling his head up. “I want you-”
“Not while you’re drunk, now get up,” he interrupted and stood up straight, taking you with him.
“I’m not drunk!” you protested as you felt him tug your skirt down. “You’re already taking off my pants, take off yours too so you can take me right here,” you offered.
He cursed under his breath and gestured for you to raise your hands so he could take off your top.
“Don’t say things like that,” he muttered, bending down to help you in your sleep shorts.
“Just so you know a lot of guys would beg to fuck me right now,” you rolled your eyes, admitting defeat as he put a shirt over your head.
“And I’d be right behind you, breaking their necks,” he replied, cupping your face to plant a kiss on your lips.
“Jayyyyy,” you whined, fiddling with the clasp of your bra under your shirt as you tried to take it off but your hands shook in a drunken haze, throwing you off balance.
“Whiny girl,” he clicked his tongue and unbuckled your bra with practiced ease, helping you take it off from underneath your shirt.
“I’ll suck you off you don’t need to do anything to me,” you offered again, grabbing the front of his shirt.
He sucked in a harsh breath and leaned down to pick you up again, walking you both towards the bathroom.
“You’re trouble,” he said, setting you down on the counter.
“You can teach me a lesson,” you giggled when he glared at you while rummaging through the drawers under the sink.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed and pulled you forward until you felt him touch a makeup wipe to your face, wiping away your makeup.
“You’re so nice to me,” you mumbled, wrapping your thighs around his waist.
“Someone has to,” he whispered, eyes narrowed in concentration as he focused on wiping away the highlighter from your nose. “What is all this stuff?” he muttered, grabbing a fresh makeup wipe to wipe your eyeliner.
Once he was done wiping your face, he pulled you out of the bathroom and in the living room couch, grabbing a bottle of water with some pills from the kitchen and set them down on the coffee table.
“Take this,” he said, pressing the pill in your palm.
“I don’t want to,” you whined.
“Sweetheart it’s just water,” he sighed.
“I’ll take it if you fuck me,” you negotiated.
“Shut up and take it.”
“Just like that,” you breathed out, smirking.
He sighed and grabbed your cheeks between his thumb and fingers, causing your lips to part so he could drop the pill on your tongue, handing you the water bottle. You rolled your eyes and took a sip, gulping the pill down.
“I’m tired,” you told him, resting your head on the back of the couch and closing your eyes.
“Hey! Don’t fall asleep just yet,” Jason said, booping your nose.
“Why not?” you whined again, throwing your body on top of his on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes again.
“Baby,” he sighed. “Come on pretty, you’ll wake up with the worst hangover if you sleep right now and then you’ll yell at me.”
“Well everything thats wrong in my life is your fault,” you replied, snaking your hand under his shirt to rest it on his hard abs.
“Come again?” he scoffed in disbelief.
“You won’t fuck me, you won’t let me suck you off and you won’t let me sleep. What do I do?”
“You sit there like a normal person until you sober up a bit so I can put you to bed,” he replied, taking the hair tie out of your hair.
“How about I sleep on you right now,” you said, voice suddenly turning slow, alarming him.
“Babe!” he exclaimed. “Don’t sleep.”
“How do you plan on keeping me up?” you giggled, resting your cheek against his.
“You’re a pain in my ass,” he murmured in your neck.
“You love me still.”
“More than I probably should actually,” he nodded his head. “Tell me how tonight went.”
Your head shot up from his shoulder as you grabbed his face to plant a kiss on his lips before your eyes widened.
“There were so many guys! They all kept asking me if I wanted to go back to their place and I told them all that I already have a place with my boyfriend but they laughed at me and said I was lying because you weren’t with me,” you huffed out.
“Like! Sorry dumbass my boyfriend is the fucking Red Hood who protects idiots like you?” You added, rolling your eyes. “He told me I didn’t have to tell you a thing and that he and I could have a good time like! You show me the best time Jay! His dick is probably half as big as yours, he wouldn’t know what to do with all this if it hit him in the face,” you murmured the last part, grabbing Jason’s hand and putting them on your ass.
“Not that it would, it’s only meant to hit you in the face,” you reassured him with a wet kiss on his cheek.
“You’re such a weirdo,” Jason laughed, rubbing his hands on your hips and pulled you close to his chest. “My weirdo.”
“And you’re my heart.” You replied, putting your palm over his chest. “My whole entire heart, I would tattoo you on it if I could. I should probably tattoo your name on my forehead.” you said, excitedly.
“Do that,” Jason agreed, hands travelling up your back to slowly rock you.
You two stayed quiet for about fifteen minutes as you sat, straddled on Jason’s lap while he rubbed his hands up and down your back.
Suddenly, you pushed yourself off of his thighs, getting on your knees in front of him and looked around the living room for something. Jason raised his eyebrows in confusion as he watched you grab the old keychain from under the coffee table, holding up to him.
“Jason Peter Todd, please do me the honour of being my wife,” you beamed up at him as he watched you with pursed lips and amused eyes. “Husband. Shit I messed it up,” you sighed dropping your hands.
“You know what? Let’s get you to bed after all,” Jason replied, picking you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“But will you please marry me?” You asked again, kissing his cheek.
“Sure sweetheart,” he replied, setting you down on the bed as he got in beside you and pulled the covers up to your face.
“When will we get married?” You pressed, draping your leg over his hips.
“One day,” he hummed. “Real soon,”
“Why?” you suddenly frowned.
“Why will I marry you?” he asked, making you nod in response.
“I thought you didn’t wanna get married? What changed,” your voice turned extremely low with your eyes holding so much sincerity in them that Jason’s heart ached.
“Well a year ago a little freak walked into my life and turned me upside down,” he whispered, tightening his arm around your waist.
You giggled and kissed the corner of his mouth, resting your head on his pillow. “Can we get married tomorrow?”
“Whenever you want doll,” he smiled.
“Tomorrow then,” you sighed, closing your eyes.
“If your head hurts in the morning, it’s not my fault okay?” he checked, pulling you close to him.
“Okay,” you reassured, you and him both knowing it was a lie and that he would end up staying in bed with you for hours next morning, hearing you grumble and complain about your head hurting.
“Good night trouble,” he murmured against your hair.
“Good night my heart.”
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not from you, never from you. but it might have something to do with his visit back to gotham, and you knew he must have gotten into another disagreement with bruce. you didn’t know what exactly they argued about, but you knew it must have been serious
serious enough that dick needed to take his frustration out old style when he came back to bludhaven— one hand pinning both of your wrists over your head and the other keeping your thigh spread and knees pinned to the mattress, all so he could send another rough thrust of his hips to yours
and when i meant by him taking his frustration out on you, im talking about rapid, deep, rough thrusts, his large cock not giving your pussy mercy in any way shape or form.
dick moaned over the lewd, harsh sounds of slaps bouncing on the walls, his eyes not leaving yours. that was because of the expression you were giving him— eyes blown wide, lips fully gaping with gasps and moans leaving— a look on your face he’ll never get tired looking at
“give it to me, pretty girl, cmon now”
“arch that back— fuuuuuck, thats it”
“attagirl, uh huh. milk me dry”
he took his hand out from your thigh and shifted his body to make sure your lower body stayed pinned on the bed, bringing that same hand to tilt your chin up and meet your lips in a hungry, open mouthed kiss
“you have no idea—" he panted on your lips. “how much i need this, babe” another rought thrust and it made you moan loudly on his lips, your walls clenching on his cock that it made him bite your bottom lip with a groan and speed up the pace to catch the intense release he felt forming, the release he needed to clear his mind from bruce, the release only you could give him
and judging by the way dick pulled so many rounds from you, it seems like he isn’t gonna stop any longer. guess you can ask him later
bruce wayne x reader, fluff, i had young bruce in mind while writing but its not mentioned, based on a req on my old account :)
It had been a long day and you were ready to call it a night, curled up in your fiancé’s arms while he raked his fingers through your hair and pressed languid kisses to your temple.
Unfortunately your fiancé just happened to be Bruce Wayne. Who was literally Batman.
So the idea of curling up in his arms after work seemed nearly impossible. He had left especially early today due to a mission with the Justice League and you were left at Wayne Enterprises to finish up the rest of the work before you could come home.
It was now around ten when you pulled yourself out of the shower. You grabbed one of Bruce’s old university sweatshirts and pulled it over your tired body before picking up your phone from the bed so you could text Bruce that you were home.
Hey just got home. Getting ready for bed now, hope you’re being safe!
His response was immediate.
Did you eat?
I’m tired :(
Eat.
Even while texting he was so broody. You rolled your eyes and grabbed a pair of shorts before trudging downstairs to have dinner because you knew Bruce would find out from Alfred that you hadn’t had dinner and you would never hear the end of it.
You fixed yourself a plate and sat down in the little breakfast nook at the corner of kitchen. Alfred soon came inside and gave you a quick nod before he grabbed fresh towels from the linen closet. Your intent gaze stayed on him as you watched him make his way towards the secret door that led to the batcave.
Before he could leave, you called out his name.
“Is Bruce back?” You asked.
“Yes Miss,” Alfred replied. “Along with the League. Master Bruce got injured and he refuses to stay, he’s insisting on going back.”
“Oh my god,” you sighed in defeat.
“I’m afraid we might need your assistance,” he added.
“Of course, he’s a big baby after all,” you gave him a small smile and got up from your seat, following him to the batcave.
The second you entered through the door, you heard it.
Bruce’s voice booming along the walls of the batcave, making it echo. He was mad about something that’s why he was yelling, if he was just upset he would brood.
“Batman we cannot go after them tonight,” Clark said.
“We can’t let them get away, I put a tracker in the van we can follow them,” Bruce argued and took off his cowl.
“Bruce you’re injured,” Diana gritted through her teeth. “Where is your rationality?”
“This is me being rational!” Bruce yelled, smashing his fist down on the table.
“Okay,” you announced your presence and everyone turned to look at you.
“Thank you,” Barry mouthed from behind Diana who you watched visibly relax.
“What are you doing here? Did you have dinner?” Bruce asked, voice turning a lot softer but still clipped.
You raised your eye at him in response.
“Honey please,” he tried again in a much softer voice.
Your eyes landed over the gash on his shoulder that was tearing through his suit telling you just how deep it was because his suit could withstand a lot of things and weapons. He was clutching his hand on his bicep which indicated just how much pain he was in because Bruce Wayne would never let anyone know how painful an injury was.
His scars were left for you to trace and worry about when he finally slipped into your bed at night. Yours to kiss and clean up as he sat back and watched your annoyed expression with amused eyes.
“Sit,” you ordered and approached him.
“I’m fi-” he began but you were quicker as you grabbed his wrist and dragged him towards the bat computer.
You whirled the chair around and pushed him on it before taking a towel from Alfred. Behind you, you could hear Barry let out a low whistle.
“You’re not leaving again tonight, whatever happened you can deal with it tomorrow. Like you said, you put a tracker in the van, it will still be there tomorrow. Okay?” You firmly said and put your hands over his shoulders, trying to catch his eyes.
“Okay,” he murmured and rested his head against your stomach with his arms now wrapping around your knees.
“I think we should leave,” Barry whispered to someone but you were too busy peeling off Bruce’s cape to look at him.
“Uh yeah,” Bruce raised his head and looked at his team members –his uninjured arm still wrapped around your waist with the side of his head still stuck to your body. “Let’s continue the mission tomorrow. We can monitor them for today.”
“Good,” Diana nodded her head. “We shall meet tomorrow then,” she finished and turned around to leave the batcave.
“See ya, Bats,” Barry said with a salute and before you could blink, he was gone.
“Take care, Bruce,” Clark said at last with a small smile on his face like he knew a secret no one else did.
“Yeah thanks,” Bruce grunted in acknowledgment and turned towards you again, fully grabbing you now so he could push his face into your torso.
“Bye, Clark,” you smiled towards Clark who gave you a smile and a nod in return before he flew out of the cave.
You fully peeled Bruce’s cape back and took off the top half of his suit so you could look at the wound on his shoulder. It was an angry red, still leaking blood down to his elbow.
A hiss left your mouth at the sight and you quickly dragged Bruce again towards the infirmary. And like the obedient fiancé he was, he didn’t say a word.
You pushed him on one of the medical beds and grabbed some antiseptic liquid along with a few cotton balls to dab on the wound.
“You know I can handle myself,” Bruce murmured.
“No Bruce, taking a shower doesn’t make stab wounds disappear,” you chided.
“What if you join me? That certainly would help,” he teased.
“Sorry I already took one. I’m all out of showers for the night,” you replied.
“What about kisses? Are you out of those too?”
“Yes.”
Bruce narrowed his eyes at that and pulled you towards him until you were perched sideways on his lap.
“Bruce you’re bleeding!” You protested.
“Kiss it better,” he said.
“You were just yelling at people and now you want me to kiss you?” You quipped with a roll of your eyes.
“People who aren’t my wife,” Bruce corrected.
“Technically I’m not your wife either.”
“Sweetheart please,” he sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “I’ve had a really long day can you please kiss me.”
“Since you asked oh so nicely,” you grinned before finally connecting your lips with your fiancé’s.
Bruce hummed lowly against your lips, causing you to smile. His forehead was against yours as his nose kept bumping with yours each time he opened his mouth to kiss you harder.
Before his hands could reach up your waist to your chest, you pulled away.
“Okay, you’re still injured,” you said and hopped off his lap, taking your earlier place in between his thighs.
Bruce sighed in response but didn’t say anything as you cleaned up his wound and wrapped a gauze over it. He didn’t even wince or flinch as you stitched up his wound with years of precision and you wondered just how used to this life had he gotten.
When you were done, Bruce took off his suit fully and grabbed his normal clothes from the locker before he went to take a quick shower in the gym’s bathroom. You secured his gauze with a waterproof wrap so he could be careful while under the water.
He came back a few minutes later, dressed in a black t-shirt and a pair of matching sweatpants. This time, Bruce was the one to grab your wrist and drag you out of the batcave. Normally after a patrol or a mission, he would spend hours down here reviewing everything but today you guessed he was just tired.
You two made a quick stop in the kitchen as per your request and you grabbed a tub of ice cream from the fridge along with a spoon before Bruce practically carried you towards your bedroom.
“I’m so tired,” you groaned and plopped down on the chaise lounge in the bedroom.
“Let’s go to bed then angel,” Bruce urged and cleared the bed of the fort of a million pillows you kept on it every day.
“Come here,” you beckoned him on the lounge with your finger.
He approached you with an exaggerated sigh and plopped down next to you, immediately putting your legs on his lap.
You opened the tub of ice cream and grabbed a spoonful of it, waving it in front of your fiancé’s face.
“We haven’t had dinner,” you murmured, offering him the chocolate ice cream.
“Ice cream is dinner?” He asked with narrow eyes but put his mouth over the spoon anyway.
“Do you want to face Alfred right now?”
“You’re right,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to your temple before resting his arm around your shoulder.
You spent the next ten minutes feeding your fiancé and yourself the entire tub of ice cream before he finally had enough and slumped against you. A giggle left your lips as you watched Bruce’s face resting on your shoulder with a little bit of ice cream at the corner of his mouth.
With a small push to his good shoulder, you finally got him up enough to straddle his lap which immediately woke him up.
“Hey,” he whispered, hands immediately coming to your bare thighs.
“You’ve got something,” you smiled and leaned forward to lick the ice cream from the corner of his mouth.
“So do you,” he drawled and captured your mouth in a searing kiss.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He tasted like mint and chocolate as you bit his bottom lip then ran your tongue over it to smooth it over.
Before it could get even more heated, you pulled away.
“Come on, I’m tired,” you yawned, getting off his lap.
Bruce shook his head but couldn’t help the smile that overtook his face as he stood up. You two made your way towards the en suite bathroom to quickly brush your teeth before Bruce finally pulled you in bed.
He turned off the lights –leaving only the little night light on for you. The silk duvet was draped over your body when you felt his chest flush against your back, radiating much needed heat.
Bruce’s arms came around your torso next. He held you in a tight grasp –too afraid to lose you even in his sleep. You intertwined your fingers with his over your stomach and closed your eyes, finally letting the stress of the day put you to sleep.
“Good night sweetheart,” Bruce mumbled sleepily and pressed a kiss to your head.
“Good night,” you whispered back.
writing for big papa
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“Dick are you listening!” Bruce’s voice boomed in his closed office, causing Dick to jolt awake.
“I’m up!” He yelled, blinking his eyes open.
“You’re not fine. You don’t have to come to Gotham every week. We have it covered here,” Bruce said, trying to keep his voice down and contained but Dick was really trying him.
“It’s fine Bruce,” Dick groaned. “This is possibly the biggest bust we’ve ever had, it’s everything and more to put Maroni behind bars. I want to help.”
“Not at the cost of your life! When’s the last time you slept? Let me come help you. The others will cover here. Gotham won’t collapse if Batman takes a day off.”
“Thank you Bruce but Blüdhaven is Nightwing’s town,” Dick argued. “I don’t need you. I have it covered.”
“Titans aren’t there anymore. You can’t be in two cities at once.”
“I can try,” Dick replied and before Bruce could come up with more fatherly advice that he would have never followed himself, Dick got up and left.
He walked to the elevator and let his mind wander off to his teenage years, just a couple years before Jason was taken in by Bruce.
How he wanted to prove himself. To not only his adoptive father but to everyone else as well. He didn’t want or need anybody’s help. Especially Batman’s.
He’s made Blüdhaven a city where the citizens don’t fear their saviour. They love Nightwing because he invokes hope in them, not fear.
He had it under control. He could be there for his city and also for his family.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and decided to go over to the food court to get a coffee to go before he left for Blüdhaven.
As he walked over to the little coffee shop on the ground floor of the Wayne Enterprises building, he heard your voice.
Your laughter to be precise and he was so sure he was hallucinating it again.
He looked around with confusion etched on his face, trying to find the familiar glasses and hair bun.
His confusion however was soon replaced with delight and a small smile appeared on his face despite himself when he finally caught the sight of you sitting in one of the chairs.
What surprised him though was that Jason was sitting opposite of you.
His eyes shot open and he forgot about coffee and why he even needed it in the first place as he strode over to where you and Jason were sitting.
“I didn’t know Jason had a sense of humour,” he interrupted by placing his hands on the table and glancing between you and his brother.
He felt something bitter in the pit of his stomach and something told him it wasn’t just about the argument he had with Bruce. It also had something to do with the fact that Jason was apparently making you laugh so hard with your head tilted back.
He would give anything to make you laugh like that.
“Oh hi Dick,” you greeted, the smile that graced your lips earlier was quickly replaced with surprise at his appearance.
“Hey,” he smiled and turned to Jason. “Share with the class Jay.”
“You had to be there,” you said before Jason could say something, letting out a giggle as if just the thought of whatever Jason said was enough to make you laugh until you wept again.
“What’s happening here?” Dick asked again, looking at Jason who just gave him a smug look in return, knowing his brother better than he would’ve liked to admit.
“I’m conducting individual interviews,” you replied and he finally turned to look at you. “I had an appointment with Cass yesterday and then Tim and I went to a coffee shop.”
“You went to a coffee shop with Tim,” Dick raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“Yeah,” you shrugged. “Then I had an appointment with Damian today but it was only for an hour. I was surprised with how much he had to say for a child.”
“Damian?!” Dick almost yelled. “You got my thirteen year old brother before me?”
“Well Bruce said you weren’t available,” you frowned.
“Oh Bruce said that?” Dick echoed, his earlier annoyance at Bruce coming back.
“Yeah I told him I could just email you the questions.”
“No need, I’m here,” he gave you a curt smile and grabbed a chair from the nearby table and sat down next to Jason. “Ask away.”
“Um Dick, they’re called individual interviews for a reason. I need to do them alone,” you explained.
“Fine then after Jason. I’m here all day.”
He was surprised at how swiftly the lie left his mouth when he was just on his way to leave for Blüdhaven.
“I’m off after Jason, it’s four already.”
“Tomorrow night. Dinner,” he offered.
“It’s okay really I’ll email you,” you repeated.
“Nuh uh,” Dick tutted too quickly. “Everyone got an interview, why not me? I’m the oldest too and the most interesting.”
“Well I don’t want to go to dinner with you,” you rolled your eyes, “It’s inappropriate.”
“You went for coffee with Tim, had lunch with Jason but a dinner with me for your own benefit is inappropriate?”
“It's different,” you said through clenched teeth.
“Why?”
“Because she wants to fuck you Dick how are you this dense?” Jason drawled with a bored huff of breath.
“What?” You sputtered. “That’s not even why! That is soooo inappropriate. Why would you even think that! Are you serious oh my god!” You rambled on and looked at Dick for help but you should have known he’d be enjoying this too much.
His lips were curved into a teasing smile as he waited for you to continue.
“You said all that yet I didn’t hear a no from you,” Jason said, mirroring Dick’s smile.
“Can we get back to work? Please.”
“Sure. As soon as you set a time for our interview,” Dick provided.
You glared at his smug face, still sporting that amused grin before letting out a defeated breath.
“I’m going to Wayne Manor tomorrow for brunch with Bruce. I don't know when you’ll get the time.”
“Great, I'm home tomorrow,” Dick shrugged.
“Again, individual interviews. Alone,” you explained again.
“Okay then dessert is on me!” Dick cheered with a clap of his hands like it was done and decided.
“If you promise no flirty comments, no innuendos, no asking me out. Strictly professional,” you asserted.
“I’ll be so professional you’ll be scared.”
“Thats…” You trailed off. “Whatever, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“It’s a date then,” Dick grinned.
“It’s not a date!”
“Its not not a date,” he winked.
“Dick don’t make me regret it.”
“Fine, it's not a date,” he sighed dramatically.
“Good boy,” you teased, taking a sip of your iced coffee.
Dick on the other hand, lost his shit.
He stared at you with flared nostrils and clenched fists below the table with no trace of earlier amusement or a smile on his face.
Right where you wanted him.
“Is this some kind of foreplay for you two? Because if it is, I don’t want to be a part of it,” Jason chimed in and that's when you realised that you had forgotten he was even in the room.
“That would imply your brother and I have a relationship of some sorts which we don’t,” you replied. “Dick can we get back to work?”
“Sure,” Dick drawled, putting the chair back to its original table. “Can’t wait for our date tomorrow!” He grinned and ran away before you could counter.
“IT'S NOT A DATE!” You yelled after him but only heard a loud cackle in response.
“Jesus Christ," Jason sighed.
“Sorry,” you flushed. “Anyway,” you began but couldn’t concentrate.
Your mind scrambled to remember the questions you were supposed to ask but instead all you could think about was black wavy hair, blue eyes and a smile that lights up the room.
Even though you had noticed the eyebags and dark circles he had been sporting like he hadn’t slept in days, that smile of his was still the brightest thing you’d seen today.
“Do you need a second?” Jason offered.
“No just…” you trailed off. “Is he always like this?”
“Like what?”
“This… this cheeky, this flirty with every girl he meets. Is this a game? Am I like his next target or something?”
“I’m giving advice on dating now?”
“Sorry,” you shook your head. “Not dating by the way. Just curious about his antics.”
Jason took a deep breath and began rapping his knuckles on the table. “Look I don’t do this but he’s not like that. Like a really hyper child on a sugar rush, in fact this is the first time in weeks he’s seemed normal. And for the relationships part, he’s had like two girlfriends in the past.”
“Just two?” Your eyebrows shot up in shock. “Is this a planned thing? Did he ask you to be his wingman?”
“Do I look like I’d be his wingman?” Jason scoffed.
“No,” you muttered under your breath and decided to dismiss the conversation. “Next question.”
-
Wayne Manor looked exactly how it sounded.
Like a maze.
A very old, very Victorian, very big maze.
If it wasn’t for Alfred greeting you at the door you surely would have ended up in ballroom number seven.
He took your coat off on the door and hung it on the rack beside the grand staircase before leading you outside on the patio.
It was a sunny-ish day. Sunny for Gotham at least. So you had decided to wear a white sundress.
It was long enough to cover your thighs and short enough to show off your legs. The perfect length.
Bruce was already waiting outside when you sat down opposite of him on the patio chair.
He was dressed in a white polo and casual jeans with a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose. It was odd to see him in casual clothing. All you had known about Bruce Wayne is that he loved throwing lavish galas and very expensive suits.
You were much much relaxed here than you were at Wayne Enterprises. Maybe it was because Bruce looked relaxed too or maybe because there were no black haired blue eyed boys hell bent on distracting you.
The two of you went back and forth with questions and answers and you were glad at the easy flow of it all. You hadn’t stuttered once and even laughed occasionally at Bruce’s bored responses.
Who knew Bruce Wayne could be funny?
It had almost been an hour before you finally heard the signs of life. That someone other than Bruce and Alfred also lived here.
It was Damian who was running with heavy feet around the backyard while a blonde girl chased after him with a pillow.
“Stephanie! Damian!” Bruce called out. “I’m in a meeting.”
“He took my phone!” Stephanie complained.
“Duke won’t respond to me. I assumed he would take her calls. I need to speak to him urgently,” Damian explained and ran inside.
“Sorry about that,” Bruce sighed with a shake of his head, looking every bit of the tired father he was.
Raising five kids couldn’t have been easy, especially when four of them were boys.
“Oh don’t worry about it,” you waved your hand. “It must be so lively with so many kids around.”
“That’s one word for it,” he grumbled under his breath. “Master Bruce,” Alfred called, suddenly appearing out of nowhere. “I have Mr. Fox on the line.”
“Tell him I’ll call him back.”
“I’m afraid it cannot wait,” Alfred replied.
Bruce eyed him for a long second before letting out a defeated sigh.
“If you’ll excuse me, I think it's time for us to take a break. Enjoy your tea, I’ll be back.”
“Take your time!” You replied and turned off your tape recorder.
Instead of sitting there, all alone and bored in the backyard that was definitely bigger than your whole apartment complex, you decided to pull your phone out and take photos of creatively cut bushes and gazebo in case Andy found any of them worthy enough to add to the little house tour section of the magazine.
You walked over to the pool area next but just as you stepped close enough, someone cannonballed into it, splashing cool chlorine filled water all over you and your dress.
You yelped and stepped back, wiping your face with your hands and you watched a dark swirl in the pool before the person who splashed you finally poked their head out.
“Ugh!” You groaned loudly and almost stomped your foot when your eyes met the familiar blue ones.
Of course it was Dick Grayson.
He pushed his wet hair clinging to his forehead back and wiped the water from his face before swimming to the edge of the pool.
“Oh sorry did I get you?” He asked.
“Get me?! I’m fucking drenched!” You cried.
“I’ve been told I have that effect on ladies,” he flashed you a grin.
“Dick!” You chastised. “I could have been holding my notes or my tape recorder, are you serious!”
“I’m sorry I genuinely didn’t see you,” he replied, sounding way too earnest.
“Sure you didn’t. Sure you don’t live and breathe to sabotage my work,” you managed through clenched teeth which finally made him realise the seriousness of the situation.
He pulled himself up on the edge of the pool and began walking towards you.
Your eyes however involuntarily landed on his abs, currently glistening with water.
More water droplets fell from his hair down to his pecs to his abs before eventually disappearing into the waistband of his black swimming trunks.
Which by the way were way too low that you could see the sharp V line right below his abs.
His abs that were sculpted by gods.
You bit your lips to stop yourself from letting out a moan.
He stopped right in front of you, the tips of his toes touching your sandals before he let out a cough.
You blinked and finally looked away from his tanned and sculpted body.
He looked down at you with an amusement filled expression. You could tell he was stopping himself from smirking with how his tongue was poking the inside of his cheek.
You suddenly felt hot all over and chose to blame it on the sun.
“I’m sorry,” he rasped. “I promise you I didn’t know.”
“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes and folded your arms over your chest.
“I would never ever ruin this dress on purpose,” he murmured, sliding his index finger under the thin strap of your dress before moving his finger back and forth.
“What are you doing?” You whispered, voice shaky as you looked at his wet eyelashes.
“You look good,” he swallowed, pulling his hand away from your shoulder.
“Dick come on!” Tim yelled, snapping you out of whatever spell Dick had cast on you.
You backed away from him and looked at Tim who was now inside the pool with Damian, Jason, Cass, a reheaded woman and the blonde for earlier.
Jason’s lips parted as he caught your eyes, his gaze moving lower your body before he blinked and looked away.
You crossed your arms over your chest again, suddenly feeling a bit too exposed.
“Come on, I’ll get you something to wear,” Dick said from next to you, voice suddenly turning way too deep.
“It’s fine,” you reassured.
Dick let out a long sigh and turned you sideways with a soft hand on your hip so you could face him but not before he gave Jason a look you couldn’t decipher.
“You’re wearing a white dress which is currently wet. Do I need to spell it out?” He raised his eyebrow and that's when you finally looked down at your dress and realised it was now translucent.
“Oh.”
“Come on,” he repeated and led you inside the manor with a soft grip on your wrist.
He walked upstairs with you falling into a trail behind him. He hadn’t even bothered to wear flip flops and was currently leaving wet footprints on some very expensive carpet.
Rich people.
He halted his stride right outside the door of his childhood bedroom you were guessing and opened it wide enough for you to step in first.
“Oh so this is the infamous Dick Grayson’s bedroom?” You teased, looking around the large room.
The bed was big enough for four people and was covered in navy blue sheets. There was a desk at the corner of the room next to giant bookshelves. A few band posters were hung on the wall along with a polaroid that said ‘me and jason’ on it with a very small Jason Todd and a twenty something Dick Grayson.
You walked over to the dresser in the corner of the room and squinted at the framed photograph resting on top in a golden frame. You picked it up and saw a couple dressed in matching red and green bodysuits with a little boy in between them grinning from ear to ear with his hands on his hips.
You were beginning to get familiar with that grin. It was Dick’s.
“Your parents?” You asked in a low voice, too afraid to disrupt the quiet in the room.
“Yeah,” Dick replied, coming to stand right behind you.
“The flying Graysons,” you murmured. “I’ve read about you. Sorry about what happened.”
Dick didn’t say anything in response. Instead, he simply plucked the photo frame out of your hands from behind you and put it back on the dresser where you had found it.
You finally turned around and looked up at him. He was too close, way too close that you could feel his steady and warm breath fanning over you.
His black eyelashes were darker now that they were wet and framed his blue eyes in a way they looked like precious gems.
The smell of chlorine filled pool water was coming off him and on anyone else it would be a turn off but it was Dick Grayson. And his tanned abs on full display.
He swallowed hard, one hand still on the dresser behind you.
“Dick…” you whispered, eyes going down to his bitten lips.
It would be so so easy to just move half an inch and kiss him. He would let you if you did.
His breathing slowed like he was composing himself before he finally spoke.
“Don’t say my name like that,” he rasped.
“Like what?”
“All breathy and soft like it means something to you.”
“And what if it does?” You challenged, jutting your chin upwards so you could present some sort of confidence in your speech despite him towering over you.
His lips curved next in a knowing smile while his sharp gaze stayed on you.
“There she is,” he mused.
“Here I am.”
“Your dress,” he said next.
“What about it?”
“Take it off.”
“Take your trunks off first,” you retorted.
“I meant to change,” he scrunched his nose and gave you his infamous smirk before pulling his hand away which was now holding a blue hoodie he must have pulled out from the dresser.
“Right!” You said, way too loud and snatched the hoodie from him.
You pushed at his chest and ran off to the en suite bathroom while Dick rolled over himself and laughed loudly.
Half of the walls inside the bathroom were made of mirrors and you could clearly see how flushed you looked. You shook your head and scoffed at your own reflection before splashing cold water on your face.
You stripped out of your dress and pulled Dick’s hoodie over your body. It immediately engulfed your whole torso, reaching past your waist and stopped right at your mid thighs. The sleeves were big enough to cover your palms.
In another situation it would be enough for you to wear but you were technically at work and walking around Bruce Wayne’s house in just a hoodie; that too his son’s probably wasn’t the brightest of ideas.
“Dick!” You called out, stepping outside of the bathroom.
He was now sitting at the foot of the bed, leaning on his hands holding his weight up. His legs were parted, showing you his muscular thighs that you had the odd urge to sit on but you ignored it.
His abs were flexing with every breath he took and you silently thanked the god who sculpted his body.
Dick on the other hand was also spiralling. His eyes remained glued to the hem of his hoodie that you were wearing.
It was a sight he probably didn’t need to see right now after watching your chest on full display underneath the wet dress.
The lacy blue bra you wore was enough to make him lose his mind. He could even see the little bow resting in between your boobs. The delicate lace hugging your skin just right, exposing the curves just enough to keep him wanting more.
And when he saw Jason look at you with the same hunger he did, he felt the same bitter feeling rise up in his throat.
It had been the second time he had gotten jealous of his brother in twenty four hours and he was ashamed of himself.
He couldn’t help it.
Something primal in him though made him smirk at the blue colour of your lingerie because it was his blue.
Not red, blue.
He watched you now, standing just a few steps away from him. Dressed in his hoodie. Not Jason’s.
He saw your bare thighs, taking them in and saving the sight for later when he got in the shower.
“Dick?” You asked again, pulling him out of his thoughts before they got lost somewhere he couldn’t reach.
“Yeah?” he gulped and shook his head.
“I need pants,” you said in a small voice, causing Dick to smile.
It was impossible for him to not be smiling every time you were around.
“Do you?” He drawled with a teasing grin.
“Yes!” You cried, pulling the hoodie down which caused your collarbones to expose.
Dick cursed under his breath and got up from the bed, walking over to his dresser again to find something for you to wear.
He pulled out a pair of his old sweatpants from high school when he was much shorter.
He handed them to you before taking his earlier seat at the foot of the bed, eyeing you carefully as you bent down to pull them over your legs.
As you pulled the sweatpants over your legs and got closer to your waist, the hoodie had risen up. It exposed the matching lace panties you wore and this time Dick couldn’t help the groan that left him.
He fell back against the bed and covered his face.
You eyed him with confusion.
“You okay?” You checked.
“Yeah,” he scoffed lightly.
You stepped closer to him on the bed to see if anything was wrong but your eyes instead landed on the bulge currently forming in his swimming trunks.
You blushed at the sight and tried to look anywhere but there.
“Why do you have a boner right now!” You hushed.
“It's your fault!” He snapped back, sitting upright.
“What did I do?”
“Be hot!” He raised his voice. “And naked and wet and…”
“Me?!” You exclaimed. “What about you! With your tanned skin and your abs and your hair and your trunks that might as well not be there!”
“Are you seriously arguing about who’s more turned on right now?”
“Yes,” you replied without missing a beat.
“God you’re so hot,” he groaned again and fell back against the bed. “Okay we should go before my family thinks we’re having sex in there.”
“Why would they think that?” You asked.
“Because-”
“Because you do this a lot? Bring a lot of girls in here-”
“Because they know how much I want you,” Dick interrupted you and for the first time in ever, you were at a loss for words.
“Right,” you managed. “Right, we should go. Bruce must be back.”
“You go ahead, I’ll catch up with you in a bit,” Dick replied, gesturing towards his trunks.
You flushed again.
“I could keep you company? Talk about ducks or birds or…” you trailed off.
“Respectfully, you’re the reason I’m in this mess. I need you to not be around me if I want to get rid of my boner.”
“Oh right,” you repeated. “I’ll be downstairs then, interviewing your dad.”
Dick nodded in agreement and before he could say anything else, you left the room.
You quickly scampered off into the backyard and sat back down on the patio chair. Luckily Bruce still wasn’t back so you opened up your notes again and pretended to be busy.
Anything to get the blush off your face.
You weren’t very successful though because Bruce walked out a few minutes later with Dick next to him. They were both talking about something and from where you were sitting, it seemed like they were speaking over each other.
They halted just a few feet away from you and turned towards each other. Dick put his hand on his hips and looked up at the sky in clear frustration. He pinched the bridge of his nose next and walked away from Bruce without saying anything.
Before he could find you staring, you looked away and began pretending to work again.
Bruce sat down in front of you and muttered a quiet apology for being late.
“That’s okay, I got busy,” you gave him a sheepish smile and looked down at your clothes.
“What happened?” Bruce raised an eyebrow.
“I was standing next to the pool when Di-” you paused, remembering the way Dick and Bruce were arguing just a few seconds ago. “Someone cannonballed in.”
“Sorry about that,” Bruce sighed.
For the next thirty minutes, you and Bruce got lost in your work. He sincerely answered everything you asked.
From his favourite kind of wine to the new subdivision of the Wayne Technologies that Tim was overseeing.
You tried your hardest to ignore the way Dick’s eyes followed your every move even from the pool but it was next to impossible when you could feel his blue gaze burning holes in you.
He was playing chicken with Cass on his shoulders, Steph on Tim’s and Barbara on Jason’s.
He watched you sipping away on your iced tea and scribbling things in your notepad. He saw the way you pushed your glasses up your nose with your middle finger before tucking the loose strands of your hair behind your ears. How the sleeves of his hoodie covered your hands that you had to push it backwards to your elbows.
He watched you until Steph hit him in the face with a pool noodle and he was forced to look away.
And just when you were about to pack your stuff and leave the manor, he pulled himself out of the pool and jogged towards you.
“Hey you leaving?” He panted, shaking his wet hair like a dog.
“Yeah.”
“But weren’t you supposed to do me after Bruce?”
“Do you?” You raised an eyebrow.
“You know what I mean,” he huffed. “We decided I’d take you out for dessert. On a date.”
“Not a date,” you grumbled.
“Fine, not a date. Still, you have yet to interview me,” he added.
“Okay,” you sighed, thinking more about your job at the moment than about Dick’s stupidly infuriating face and his stupidly infuriating abs.
“Wait five minutes, I’ll take the quickest shower and I'll be back!” He called out behind him and took off running.
You sat back down on the patio chair and watched everyone else still laughing and playing in the pool.
You saw the redheaded woman who seemed a bit too familiar and tried placing where you knew her from.
It wasn’t long before you realised she was one of the girls you’d seen with Dick in one of the photos Andy showed you.
They’d been kissing on the sidewalk and suddenly you felt something bitter rise up in your throat.
She caught you looking at her before she pulled herself out of the pool and grabbed a towel and made her way towards you.
You quickly looked away, afraid of coming off as rude but she was already taking a seat in front of you that was previously occupied by Bruce.
“Hey,” she smiled and you had to admit it was a gorgeous smile. She had beautiful green eyes and freckles in the shape of stars.
“Hi,” you managed to say.
“I’m Barbara, you must be the one interviewing the Waynes?” She said with a teasing half smile.
“Yeah,” you smiled back and introduced yourself.
“Dick has told me a lot about you,” she mused.
“He has?” You asked, genuinely taken aback.
Maybe he was teaming up with his girlfriend to torment you.
“Not everyday he finds someone to put him in his place,” she chuckled.
“Oh,” you giggled. “He’s very… intense and determined.”
“Boy don’t I know it,” she sighed dramatically. “He’s like a cat. Never knows when to quit but very cute.”
“I hadn’t noticed.”
“Please,” she scoffed. “Of course you have. I have noticed you noticing him.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t aware that you-”
“Stop,” she said. “We’re not together anymore, I’m not grilling you,” she laughed again and it was so effortlessly beautiful it eased you too.
“Well either way,” you began. “I’m not interested in him.”
“Uh huh,” she narrowed her eyes. “My dad’s a detective.”
“I’m not!”
“Okay,” she raised her hands in response but you could tell she didn’t believe you.
You opened your mouth to respond and defend yourself even more but your words got knocked out of you as you watched Dick running out of the glass doors towards you with a sweatshirt in his hands that he hadn’t managed to completely pull down his body.
“I’m back!” he announced. “Didn’t make you wait too long did I?” he asked in a muffled voice, trying to detangle the clasp of his chain from the label of his sweatshirt.
“Dick,” Barbara chastised.
“Fuck,” Dick cursed. “Don’t listen to a word she says okay?” His covered face turned towards you.
You got up from your seat and pulled him down so you could stand up on your tip toes to untangle the clasp of his damn gold chain that always made him look that much more attractive.
Your hands fidgeted with the damp hair at the nape of his neck before he finally pulled his head out of the neckline of the sweatshirt and flashed those dimples at you.
“You saved me from suffocating to death, I’d say I’m making progress.”
“You’re an idiot,” you muttered, biting your lower lip to stop yourself from smiling.
“Was that a smile?” Dick asked, standing up to his full height.
“No,” you turned away but he was quick to pull you back with a grip on your wrist.
“It was!” He beamed. “You smiled at me!”
“I did no such thing!” You argued.
“You did,” Barbara chimed in.
“Traitor,” you narrowed your eyes at her.
“Excuse me,” she sing-songed before leaving you two alone.
“You smiled at me,” Dick repeated and picked up your purse and car keys from the table.
“What are you doing?” You asked, ignoring his comment.
“What kind of a gentleman would I be if I let you drive?”
“And where exactly are we going?” You asked, letting him lead you outside with a soft grip on your wrist.
“Somewhere people who aren’t on a date go,” was all he said to you until you reached your car in the driveway.
He opened the door to the passenger seat for you and looked as you raised your brows at him before finally shutting it behind you.
He took the driver’s seat and you internally groaned again when he put the car in reverse.
His arm came to rest on the backrest of your seat as he stretched his upper body to look behind.
A wave of deja vu hit you except you were completely sober this time.
It was much more impactful.
The fresh scent of citrus soap clinging to his skin, his damp hair smelling of expensive shampoo, curling just behind his ears.
The vein in his neck made an appearance again, causing you to close your eyes and hiss.
“Something wrong?” Dick frowned.
“Nope,” you muttered and looked outside the window for the rest of the car ride.
Dick didn’t really speak, nor did you. You turned on the radio to put some sort of noise in the car so it wouldn’t feel as awkward as it did.
Just a few minutes later, he was pulling up outside of a small gelato shop.
You went to unbuckle your seatbelt but Dick was quick to stop you with a hand over yours.
“Wait here,” he said and got out of the car.
Five minutes later he came back with two cups of gelato in one hand while the other held a brown packet. He quickly slid inside the car and rested the gelato in the cup holders.
“What if I were lactose intolerant?” You asked.
“Oh shoot, I’ll go get the non-”
“Relax, I’m not,” you chuckled.
“Second time you’ve smiled around me today, are you feeling okay?” Dick asked, pulling the car onto the road.
“Yep,” you nodded, a smile making its way onto your lips despite you trying to bite it back.
He looked at you from the corner of his eye and mirrored your smile.
Moments later, he was pulling up outside the park.
He walked over to your side of the car and opened the door for you to step outside. You picked up your gelatos while Dick carried your bag and keys.
“Robinson park? Really?” You asked.
“Yeah,” he shrugged. “It’s close to your apartment so you won’t even have to rush our interview.”
“How do you know where my apartment is?”
Dick froze for a second but quickly recovered. He wasn’t about to tell you that Nightwing had been tailing you to make sure you got home safely and for no other reason at all without coming off as a creep.
“You mentioned it,” he simply replied.
“I did?” You furrowed your brows in confusion but followed him anyway.
“You won’t even have to worry about getting home late to your cat.”
“Oh speaking of sparkles!” You said and pulled your phone out to send a quick message to your neighbour to remind her to feed your cat.
“Sparkles?” Dick asked and took a seat on the bench, patting it next to him for you to sit down. “Wasn’t your cat called Meow-wing?”
You sat down next to him and handed him his gelato before leaning back on the bench.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes at the mention of Nightwing.
“That was before I knew how much of a dick Nightwing is.”
“He… What?”
“Oops sorry. Didn’t mean to use your name as an insult,” you replied.
“No, I mean what did he do?” Dick asked and sat up straight.
You ate your gelato as slowly as you could in response and tried to come up with something that didn’t involve telling him about your nightly activities.
“He’s just… rude.”
“He’s the nicest of them all!” Dick argued. “At least that's what I’ve heard.”
“You’ve heard wrong, he’s a jackass and I never want to see his face again, much less name my beloved Sparkles after him. He hasn’t yet learned his new name and only responds to Meow-wing but I’ll teach him!” You firmly replied and Dick went silent for the next few minutes.
“Anyway, Mr. Grayson,” you let out a long sigh and pulled out your notepad and tape recorder. “Time for work.”
“Such a beautiful day don’t you agree?” Dick took a deep breath and leaned back on the bench, stretching his arm behind you on the backrest.
“Yeah,” you replied, not really paying attention to him.
“Perfect day for a date some people might even say,” he mused.
“Some people might,” you replied. “Some other people have work.”
“Some people should try to enjoy themselves,” he retorted.
“Some people should shov-”
meow.
You paused and looked at the cat currently head butting your shin.
“Aw hello,” you cooed and picked it up. “And who are you?” you looked for the collar on the cat to read the name but it didn’t have one.
“Are you a stray?” You cooed again and scratched the cat’s head with your free hand. “Isn’t she so cute Dick, look.”
“She is,” Dick murmured from behind you, leaning closer to you now that his chest was touching your shoulder as he looked at the little furball in your lap.
“Hey,” he said in a soft voice right next to your ear and scratched below the cat’s face.
You squirmed in your seat at his proximity and tried to regulate your breathing but failed tremendously. You turned your head towards Dick who was a hair width away from you.
His eyes landed on your mouth before going back up to your eyes with a hint of question in them.
The feeling of his arm still stretched across your lap to touch the cat was causing your whole body to heat up.
Your lips parted and he swallowed thickly, making your eyes go down to his adam’s apple before you looked up at him again through your lashes.
“There you are!” Someone yelled, causing the moment to break and you and Dick to move apart like magnets of the same pole.
You turned back towards the cat in your arms and saw a middle aged woman now standing next to your bench.
“So sorry! She has a habit of running away,” she apologised with a small smile.
“That’s okay, she’s really cute,” you smiled back and handed the cat to the lady.
“Enjoy the rest of your date!” She beamed before walking away.
“It's not a… date…” you sighed.
“Even strangers know we have chemistry,” Dick teased.
“I’m wearing your clothes, it's an honest mistake,” you replied and shifted back, pulling your feet on the bench so you could rest the notebook on your knees. “I’m turning the recorder on, get serious.”
“Yes ma’am,” he gave you a salute.
“Okay Richard, your father basically runs Gotham but you don’t have any real interest in working at Wayne Enterprises, is there a particular reason why or?”
“I’m not against it, I do come by once a week and do some work but truthfully it’s not something that’s ever interested me. I have half of my life in Blüdhaven and I oversee a lot of things there. Work with a lot of charities and foundations. I don’t think corporate life is for me.”
You nodded along and wrote down important points.
“Is there anything you’d like to share about the charity work that you do?”
“Well right now, we’re building a youth center. There’s always gangs and they recruit young people, teenagers. If we can prevent that from happening it’s always a good idea.”
You watched in awe as he went on, talking about how he could’ve been one of those kids if Bruce hadn’t taken him in. How much he cares about the children, especially the troubled orphan youth because he could relate to them.
Something in your heart tugged at his words. This was the Dick who was kind and sweet and not what he put on as a show. He cared about everyone, he was smart and he was putting his trust fund money to good use.
You thought about the child in the photo you saw today. Wearing a red and green bodysuit and smiling the widest smile with broken front teeth. Maybe that's who he saw too, every time he looked at another orphaned child.
He talked more about the animal shelter he sometimes volunteers at because he loves animals; especially dogs.
About the Pennyworth foundation and how he uses it to help Blüdhaven in any way he can so it can rise above the reputation it had gained as Gotham’s uglier sister.
He talked about Blüdhaven with so much sincerity in his voice that you could tell he genuinely loved that city and was actually trying to make a difference.
You thought about your own situation in stark comparison. How you hadn’t cared about which city you were born in and were ready to move for a good paying job.
Maybe that was the difference between you and him; he could afford to do that.
“Thank you,” you said earnestly after almost an hour and turned your tape recorder off. “I do admit it went better than it could have gone over email.”
“I don’t want to say I told you so but…” he raised his hands and watched you pack up your stuff.
“And I don’t want to admit you were right so let's leave it at that,” you quipped.
“You’re welcome,” he chuckled and got up from the bench, offering you his hand.
You looked at him in confusion but put your hand in his anyway. He quickly laced your fingers together and tried to not let his whole body shut down.
The two of you began walking in the direction of your car and you had to admit, you were grateful for Dick’s hoodie. The sun was just about to go down and it had gotten much cooler than it was during the day. You could not have survived in your dress.
“The next time I see Nightwing, I’ll fight him for your honour,” Dick said.
“Sure,” you huffed out a laugh. “Your pretty boy looks might work on the ladies but I think he’d be a bit tougher to fight.”
“Pretty boy?” He raised an eyebrow and looked at you from the corner of his eye.
“Like you didn’t already know.”
“I did,” he nodded and rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand. “Still better to hear it from you.”
“Well this is me,” you said once you two reached your car. “Do you want me to drop you off at the manor or?”
“I’ll manage,” he replied instead.
“Okay… um be safe,” you said suddenly feeling extremely shy despite the fact that you had quite literally seen this man sporting a boner for you mere hours ago.
“You too,” he murmured but didn’t let go of your hand.
“Thank you for our non-date. It was everything and more,” you joked.
“Yeah,” he smiled but you could tell he wasn’t listening to a word you were saying.
“Dick?”
“Hmm?” He hummed and stepped closer
“I need my hand to you know… drive,” you breathed.
“Drive safe,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to your cheek, way too close to your lips before letting you go.
“I’ll see you,” you managed to reply and quickly got into your car so you could drive as far away from Dick Grayson as possible.
as you can probably tell i gave up on editing by the second half but bear with me!!!! its hard to get back into writing
babs might be ooc i almost wrote about her x reader bc i genuinely cannot say anything about bad about her. we stan barbara gordon here!
alsoo wanted to add stuff from the current dan watters’ nightwing run but didn’t wanna spoil it for anyoneee so if you see similar themes, its inspired by that a bit :)
likes reblogs and comments are appreciated hope you enjoy! <3
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Dick Grayson was a productive man. He was so productive that he only slept for four hours when he came home from patrol at two in the morning and woke up at six. He was also a very cheerful person so he was never grumpy due to the lack of sleep.
It’s like his body had made peace with the fact that it only got four hours of sleep a day, five if he’s had a particularly hard patrol, so it barely ever gives out.
Either that or the copious amounts of coffee he drinks.
So when he started feeling light headed and like his body was being pulled down by an anchor by noon, he ignored it. He didn’t even sit down to catch his breath or check his vitals, he just got another cup of coffee and went back to work without a complaint leaving his mouth.
He stared at the computer screen for another two hours before his eyes started to get droopy as his vision darkened. He simply got up and washed his face which resulted in a string of sneezes. He let out a curse as he felt his head starting to feel like it was being pelted with rocks.
He had realised that he was officially sick.
He didn’t let that stop him though, it was only two in the afternoon and he had work to do. Crime to solve. Lives to save. He only washed his face again and went back to his desk, setting down and grabbing a pen to make notes.
An hour or so later, the door to his apartment opened up and his girlfriend strolled in with a bashful smile on her face. But when she took in the sight in front of her, her smile disappeared and got replaced with confusion.
“Dick?” You called out softly, walking over to his desk where his head was resting and his eyes were closed.
He never took a nap. He was fine with his four hours, he literally aways refused a nap so when you found him in this state, you were not only confused but also worried.
You touched the back of your hand to his forehead, pushing the sweaty hair back to feel his temperature and sure enough he was burning up.
“Hey baby?” You cooed, gently brushing your fingers over his face in an attempt to wake him up.
“Huh,” Dick shot up, knocking your hand over and frantically looked around. “Oh, hi,” he greeted you with a sweet yet painful smile that had your heart softening and tugged you closer so you could stand between his legs.
“Hi,” you smiled back. “You’re burning up love,” you informed him, raking your fingers through his hair.
“M’fine,” he mumbled with a sleepy smile and pressed a kiss to your tummy.
“No you’re not, please get in bed I’ll make you some soup.”
“I’m really okay sweetheart I promise,” he reassured you but the string of sneezes that followed betrayed him. “I’ve had worse, way worse, a cold won’t kill me.”
“Dick,” you scolded lightly. “Please at least take a nap.”
“I don’t take naps,” he scoffed like the mere idea of letting his body rest for a bit offended him.
“That’s why I found you passed out on your desk,” you chided.
“I’m okay. I have to crack this case I’ve been racking my brain for hours,” he said, grabbing his pen again to go back to his notes.
“You’re no good if your brain gets foggy and your body gives out,” you sighed and grabbed the pen out of his hand. “Come on just get into bed.”
“Mhmmm,” he mumbled something unintelligible and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples.
“Dick,” you coaxed, pulling him out of the desk chair and into the bedroom. “Just lie down okay?”
“Okay that doesn’t sound so bad,” he breathed out and let you drag him to bed.
That’s how you knew he was really sick because Dick Grayson refused to rest even when he had a day off. Even on weekends when you took your occasional naps, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and sat down next to you in bed reading case files while giving your sleepy state occasional glances.
You sat him down on the edge of the bed and opened the bedside table drawer to grab the thermometer.
“Open up,” you said to Dick whose eyes were getting droopier by the second.
He opened his mouth and let you put the thermometer in before letting his head rest on your tummy as he let out quick short breaths and let his arms grasp your thighs with whatever energy he had left.
“You need to listen to your body boy wonder, this isn’t healthy,” you murmured with a frown and began running your fingers through his hair, making him let out little hums of comfort.
The thermometer beeped a couple seconds later and he took it out of his mouth before handing it to you. The little screen read ‘102’ which made you sigh.
“You’ve got a 102 fever and you were gonna fight it with coffee, hm?” You asked, looking down at his shiny eyes.
“I still insist I’m fine,” he murmured and let a sleepy and tired smile take over his face.
“I’ll get you some soup okay?” You checked before untangling yourself from him but he only tightened his grip and whined, gluing you in place.
“Stay,” Dick whispered.
“I’ll be back baby, let me take care of you,” you smiled and gently pushed him back on the bed, covering his body with a comforter.
“Don’t take too long,” he said with a pout, earning a chuckle and a kiss on the forehead from you.
Within twenty minutes, you were returning to the bedroom with a bowl of chicken noodle soup that you helped Dick eat before he laid back down. You took the empty dishes back to the kitchen despite his protests and grabbed a paracetamol and a cough syrup from the bathroom.
You handed him the pill and a glass of water and he quickly obliged, downing it without a peep. Maybe he wanted to heal as quickly as possible so he could go back to neglecting his body again or maybe the look in your eyes told him you were not about to take his shit. Either way, you were glad he had taken the medicine.
But when his eyes landed on the cough syrup in a little measuring cup on the side table, his eyes widened.
Because Dick Grayson, Nightwing, an adult man and a vigilante who had gotten drugged by poison ivy multiple times, who got shot at every night, who had broken every bone in his body, who had almost died on multiple occasions, who you had seen down neat tequila shots, hated taking cough syrups.
“Dick,” you warned.
“I don’t even have a cough,” he defended.
“It’s for precautionary reasons,” you insisted and brought the cup to his lips but he turned his face to the side and folded his arms over his chest.
“Don’t be a baby,” you groaned and tried making him take the medicine again.
“No!” He exclaimed.
“You’re a grown man!” You yelled back and got on top of him, straddling his torso over the blanket, making his eyes widen and his lips part.
You grabbed his face but he brought his arms up and held both of your hands in a tight grip, keeping them away from his face. You rolled your eyes and gave him a tickle on the side of his stomach where you could reach and the second his grip loosened on your forearms, you pinned his hands under your knees.
“You’re drugging me! It will make me loopy and I’ll be asleep for hours I have to go on patrol tonight,” he protested.
Little did he know that’s exactly why you wanted him to take the syrup so he could sleep for an hour or two.
“Too fucking bad,” you said and grabbed his chin between your fingers and thumb, puckering his lips so you could pour the syrup in his mouth.
Which resulted in Dick letting out a coughing fit after he swallowed the cherry flavoured syrup and glared at you with betrayal in his eyes.
“You’re cruel,” he huffed.
“Whatever,” you said with a victorious smile. “Go to sleep.”
“Come lie with me,” he murmured in a voice so soft you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face.
You obliged –flu germs be damned– and the second you laid down next to him, he clung to your body, resting his drowsy and sweaty head in your chest while his arms gripped your waist. You brought your hands in his hair, gently scratching and massaging to help him relax under your soft touch.
A few moments later, you felt his breathing get softer and slower and his arms loosening their death grip around you. You kissed the top of his head and brushed his hair back that was stuck to his forehead and gazed at his resting face.
He looked so childlike and small like this that you wondered when was the last time he had someone take care of him when he got sick. When was the last time he had someone take care of him period. He was feeling clingier than usual –which was not something you were complaining about, despite the risk of you getting sick.
His nose was a deep red colour, the same blush dusted his cheeks while the rest of his body looked pale. His eyes were half open and not in the way he deliberately made them look when he wanted to be in between your thighs and was trying to seduce you, but with the weight of his body finally giving out and begging to rest. They drooped so low and shone bright with heat his body was radiating, you could only see little slits of his blue irises.
“Good night boy wonder,” you murmured and planted another kiss to his head before closing your eyes and letting sleep take you.
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꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ you sneak into the library for a quickie but get distracted by the books . . . jason todd x fem!reader, mdni, suggestive, fluff, reader’s wearing a sundress
inspired by this
Jason follows you around the library, his callused hand in yours. Amusement crinkles the corners of his eyes when he sees you scanning the shelves, looking for the perfect place for a quick fuck—your words, not his.
Jason had just given you a "you serious right now?" look and let you tug him around like a dog on a leash.
But even before that, he knew. His eyes had trailed over your form, over your short sundress, the one that had his head spinning since the moment he saw you in it. Convenient. It was a frilly thing that kept blowing up in the wind. You'd laughed. He cursed your carefree nature and kept the bottom of your skirt down.
He'd fight the wind and anyone who dared to look. And the sly look you gave him told him you damn well knew that too.
"Hurry." You tug him into a slightly secluded area between bookshelves. He inhales the scent of books, instantly feeling his muscles relax.
"Jason, focus," you complain, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt and tugging him down until his breath hovers over your lips.
His eyes find yours.
You smile. "It'll be quick."
He scoffs, but his lips curl up too. "Nothing's ever quick with you," he says, and he means it. Jason likes to savor you, worship you like no man ever has because you're his. It pains him to have to rush.
But well... how can he ever deny those pretty eyes you always weaponize?
"Fine, you win."
"I barely even tried."
"It's your eyes," he admits.
He starts gently, pushing you against the shelf—the classics section, his mind briefly notices before you crash your lips against his.
This kiss is messy and fast, your hands wandering down to palm him through his pants. He hisses, his hand sliding beneath your dress and up your ass.
He pauses, pulling back, his pupils blown. "Princess, you're not wearing anything—"
"Obviously." You roll your eyes and pull him back by his belt. "Now come on," you say impatiently.
"Fucking menace," he mutters, then presses hot kisses to the curve of your neck. For a moment, his eyes open, and they land on a book next to your head.
His body stills.
"Jason?"
He hums, his hands moving back to your waist.
"Jayyyyy." You drag his name out in hopes he'll pay attention to you.
"Gimme a sec, baby." He presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling the book from the shelf.
Pouting, you bury your face in his chest. His free hand tangles in your hair, keeping you close.
His other hand turns the book over as he reads the back.
"What book?" you ask, mumbling, accepting that you're not getting anything until you're both home.
"East of Eden."
"Sounds boring," you reply, but you perk up to look it over with him.
"'S’not. We can read it together."
You grimace. The two of you have the complete opposite taste in books.
"Sure, babe. Whatever you want…"
"That's what I thought," he says, already walking toward the desk with the book tucked under his arm. This time he’s dragging you away.
Summary & CW: fluff, suggestive content, on a mission, established relationship, batfam dynamic, crack fic, pride & prejudice mention, catwoman protégé!reader, second person, no use of y/n
Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: Another piece out the Kiln! Thank you to @inesvisible for requesting, I had sm fun with this one! Inspired by that one youtube video (it’ll make sense at the end). I hope you enjoy my lovelies
“How much you wanna bet that Bruce and Selina are making out on some rooftop right now?”
“You know, I’d really rather not.” Jason’s face contorts in disgust. Anything that involved thinking of Bruce and his dating life always made him squirm, it was hysterical.
They were all like that. All the Robins viewed Bruce as this ancient fatherly figure. To you, he’s just Bruce. Maybe it was because of all the times you caught him doing the walk of shame from Selina’s room, but it never bothered you to talk about it.
Selina was more… open when it came to her romantic life. A lot more open than Bruce you were willing to bet.
It was so different than to how they were raised. Bruce was a father to them, he was this brooding figure who relished in seriousness. While Selina was like an older sister to you, she taught you how to take a shot without reacting.
“I didn’t have you pegged for such a virgin Jason.”
He freezes, burger halfway in his mouth and turns to you. A deadpan plain on his face.
“You know I’m not a virgin.”
“Oh? Do I?” He was so fun to tease, especially when that one eyebrow on his face rose. Danger dancing across the arch.
“Oh I would hope so.” He decides to start playing back. “Otherwise I’m going to have to have a long conversation with who left that hickey on your thig-”
“Aaaaaaand that’s enough you two.” Dick’s voice rings through the comms. “We have minors on this line.”
You snort and Jason rolls his eyes from where he’s sitting next to you.
“While I find there topic of discission crude,” Damian starts to pitch in. Obviously offended that his age is a discriminating factor for the conversation. “Todd and his special friend need not to shy away the topics of sexual intercourse for my sake, Grayson. They ought to do it to retain some level of decency.”
Damian starts squabbling with Dick on their own end your gaze shifts sideways to Jason, his eyebrows are twisted together in amusement. He meets your eyes and you mouth “special friend” to him. And that devastating Jason Todd grin breaks out on his face, the one that had angels singing and clouds parting. It’s toothy and too big for his face, too innocent for the scars.
He shrugs and mouths back, “improvement.”
It’s your turn to bite back a laugh and your neck strains from the grin.
Muting yourself from the comms this time, you scrunch your nose to get his attention. “Circling back to my initial question,” he groans. “How much would you be willing to bet I’m right.”
“I don’t want to play this game.” He grumbles into his burger after muting himself.
“Too bad.”
Huffing out a breath as if this question has personally wronged him, he ponders for a moment . “If they aren’t,” he pauses. “I’ll do dishes for next two weeks.”
Jason Todd rarely complained about household chores with you. He loved the domestic side of life you gave him in breaths stolen from Gotham. A secret part of his heart warmed when he caught himself wondering if he took the trash out on Tuesday mornings, or if he picked up the almond milk for you coffee at the corner store, or if he remembered to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer. It was the simple little things that were now intertwined in his life that reassured the quiet peace fate finally granted him.
However, washing dishes was the exception.
He’d dry them, put them away, reorganize them anyway you wanted. But he hated washing them.
So you met him halfway. After all, he did essentially everything else.
“That’s big from you.” It comes out like a tease and he sticks his tongue out at you.
“I don’t see him doing that stuff on patrol.” That’s when you knew you won. It’s unfair, but you’d heard stories form Selina. Stories that assured you, you were right. “He’s too anal about this stuff- patrol is life or death for him.”
When you hum noncommittedly, he scoffs. “You start patrolling with us one year ago and you think you have us all figured out.”
“Maybe I do.” You answer, your voice light and fun in the way that draws him in. “If I win, you have to do anything I want tonight.”
“How is that different from any other night?”
Those words land somewhere you don’t want to name. It’s true. He never told you no. Jason had spent his whole life pushing back against people, challenging them, yet he never did that with you. In small everyday moments maybe, it was to be expected; to grow together, it was necessary. Yet when push came to shove, Jason Todd was at your beck and call and always said yes.
“You’ll see.” Is all you offer him when you unmute the call.
“Oracle,” your voice cuts through Dick, Damian, Tim, and now Steph’s bickering.
“I don’t like the tone of your voice.” Barbara’s voice sing songs through the earpiece.
Jason’s eyes stay locked on yours with a squint. “Can you do me a favor?”
“Depends on what it is.”
“What’re Bruce and Selina doing right now?”
A smirk pulls at your lips and Jason starts shaking his head when the click-clacking of Barbara’s computer sounds through the speakers. A deep sigh from her is the sound of victory for you.
“I don’t think you want to know.”
“Oh I think I do.” The remaining gang of bats that was on the line start yelling protests when they hear the grin in your voice.
“BABS NO-”
“PLEASE DON’T-”
“I’m going to be disappointed aren’t I?”
“FREAKS! ALL OF YOU-”
Jason’s snickering while accepting defeat. Then, Barabara’s voice rings like a melody in your ears.
“They’re… otherwise engaged on a rooftop off eleventh and Washington.” Her words are chosen carefully and muffled groans echo after her.
“Thank you lovely.” Your voice is sweet as honey and Jason’s still shaking his head next to you.
“Do I even want to know why you asked?”
“Probably not.” And with that, you mute your mic again.
Looking over at him, even with defeat lingering in the wrinkles of his smile, he’s gorgeous. It was gut-wrenching that he didn’t see how beautiful he was. He put everyone else to shame. No one should look as heavenly as Jason Todd did with grease coating his lips and neon lighting his eyes.
Yet here he was, an angel plucked from the sky.
“Okay doll,” resignation dripping from his teeth. “What do you want me to do?”
“Oh you’re cute,” you purr. Your thumb wipes the ketchup on the corner of his mouth, his face brightening to the color of the condiment as you lick it off your finger. “You think I’m going to tell you now? Where’s the fun in that pretty boy.”
He scoffs with no heat behind it. Even as disbelief bleeds from his forehead, you can tell he’s exactly where he wants to be. “You’re a dangerous thing aren’t ya? We gotta put a warning label on you or something.”
“As if you’d shy away from a warning label.”
He snorts because he can’t say that you’re wrong. Nothing could ever keep Jason Todd from running back to you.
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“-but said not a word.”-pant- “After a silence of several minutes.” -another pause- “he came towards her in an agitated manner, -gasp- and thus began- Baby please.”
He sounds cute like this, and you’re almost tempted to grant him the reprieve he wants.
But he looked too good.
Sitting on the foot of the bed, you merely watched him. You watched as Jason Todd remained in a plank after being stripped down to his underwear. Sweat was beginning to coat his back and you’re not sure if you’ve ever seen a more divine sight.
The small black boxers were leaving little for the imagination as the book laid under his head.
“Not yet honey,” you remind him, enjoying this a little too much. “You have to finish the chapter or go until failure. And you wouldn’t fail me now, would you?”
In light of winning your bet, you decided to make your lovely boyfriend get undressed to almost nothing and read Pride and Prejudice. This was your favorite chapter, and he loved to tell you how he loved you “most ardently” all the time.
Might as well make him prove it.
Maybe it was a little cruel to make him do this after patrol. But he agreed.
“I won’t.” He’s panting like a dog starved of water.
“Then get back to reading.” You hum.
His head hangs low for a second, curls bouncing in his face. His back muscles are so defined in this position, your tempted to lick the sweat straight off him.
“In vain have I struggled. -deep breath- It will not do. My feelings will -another pant- be repressed. You must allow me -another deep breath- to tell you – a wrecked groan- how ardently I admire and love you.”
And just like that, you realize you were going to have to start betting on Selina and Bruce more often.
•───────•°•♡•°•───────•
A/N: inspired by this lovely post (asia I love you)
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fully based on tears by sabrina🫦 suggestive, language, short as hell
You had been sitting on the couch for about an hour now, watching your boyfriend screw in the pieces of a bookshelf you recently bought.
His shirt was off because of course it was, he was wearing a pair of black sweatpants as he sat on the floor with the manual open and a pencil in his hand.
He grabbed one of the pieces and looked down at the manual to see where it was supposed to go but scratched his head instead. He told you he would build you a bookshelf from scratch but of course you were too impatient to wait for it so you had just gone online and ordered one.
He let out a deep breath and got up on his knees to piece it together as best as he could while you just laid on the couch on your stomach, a lollipop in your mouth and your gaze shamelessly fixated on Jason’s abs but he was too busy to even tease you about it.
You watched as his biceps flexed each time he picked up a particularly heavy piece. A low grunt leaving his throat which left little to your imagination.
You bit the side of your lip and continued ogling him while he worked. He finally got up to do the upper pieces and as he stretched his body, you peered at the undone drawstrings of his sweatpants, causing them to loosely fall on his narrow hips, giving you a clear view of his happy trail.
He turned around, showing his back to you and bent down to grab a few screws to fix the last shelf and you almost choked on your lollipop as you saw the muscles on his back stretch and flex across his scars.
“Hey Jay,” you said finally, voice hoarse from being silent for so long.
“Yeah?” He asked absentmindedly, not looking at you.
You stood up from your seat and walked towards where he was, stopping right next to him.
“Want some candy?” You offered.
“Sure,” he mumbled, not even glancing at you.
You suppressed a giggle and pulled the cherry flavoured lollipop out of your mouth and rubbed it all over your lips. You grabbed his face next, making him let out a confused sound before you smashed your lips against his.
Your free hand raked in his hair while the other casually rested on his shoulder. Jason dropped the wooden plank on the floor with a thud and wrapped his arms around your waist. He licked and sucked the sticky candy off your lips with a gentle hum, making you chuckle into the kiss.
You pulled back but he leaned forward seeking your lips again but you smirked and put the lollipop back in your mouth.
“You think you’re so funny, huh?” Jason chided with a click of his tongue.
“Hilarious,” you replied. “You like cherry baby?”
“Hmm,” he hummed staring darkly in your eyes like his mind was somewhere else and he was not listening to a word you were saying.
“What?” You giggled, pulling the lollipop out of your mouth.
“Nothing,” he murmured, leaning forward to put his mouth on the candy in your hand as he let go of your waist.
“Hey it was mine,” you pouted when he stood up straight, sneaking the lollipop off your hands.
“Mhmm,” he hummed again.
“Words.”
“You’ll be hearing plenty once I’m done,” he murmured around the candy in his mouth and went back to assembling the shelf like nothing had happened.
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hii let me start by saying i love you work and your writing and i almost gave up on reading fics when you left LOL so welcome back and thank you!!
i’ve been meaning to start writing for a bit and i always struggle with series, yours seem very thought out and put together. I just wanted to know if you have a process behind it or something? Any tips will help!
omg you’re the sweetest person ever!! thank you for reading my stuff🥹
I don’t really have a process tbh I just watch a lot of movies and shows and most of my fics are inspired by them haha even my one shots are inspired by shows.
As for the series, I always struggle to make them short enough bc I’m sure no one wants to read a twenty chapter series on tumblr lol I think I just have too much to say.
(currently struggling to make you’re so vain less than ten parts)
You could also go on prompt lists on tumblr if you’re a beginner! They helped me a lot when i was starting
Songs, books, even character interactions in comics are always good for inspo! But I mostly use my comic knowledge to write the character and their relationships w background characters. I’m mostly confident in writing about dick bc i’ve read the most comics about him so it just flows😭
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