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what if... what if dick did cross dressing?? also your mob wife au is rlly good moonie!
"This is kinda weird."
Dick lifted up the hem of the dress and complained. On the other side of the room, Jason and his boys with their phones up, recording with solemn faces.
"You guys are enjoying this."
"What? No, this is for the report. Hurry up and put the garters on."
Dick got the garters in the air and stared. Laces. For the mission. For the goddamn mission. He thought so as he put them on, trying not to punch anyone in the room as Jason and his men balled their eyes out oggling at his bare thigh under the hiked-up maid dress and apron.
"It's itchy."
"Is it?" Jason hadn't got the phone off his face since he started changing and he was seriously getting under Dick's nerve.
"Why am I the one who does this again?"
"' 'cause he's got the legs for it?" whispered somebody in Jason's stupid arm unit. It wasn't intentional for Dick to hear but what do you know, he got the ears for shit like this.
One night, a luxury strip club, two targets in a roll. It would have been an easy stake out, a run in and out, easy and fast, standard undercover. Well, that was... until the maid dress was included.
The club ran theme nights every weekend. It was Sunday, guess people were feeling fancy.
"This is hard to fight in." Dick did a couple of twirls. The dress sure was goddamn blowy, it bounced like clouds.
"Try a high kick." Jason asked.
Dick turned on his heels and threw up his legs. The dress flew, in the room full of men, somebody squealed.
"Listen-"
"Try another one."
"Your nose is bleeding."
God knew what was going through Jason's head right now.
The plan was to get in, play it out until Dick got the needed info on the next drop of shipment, a confession at best. A standard night out, like usual. Jason already got his connection and maskless alias as the current owner of the Iceberg Lounge; Trevor would be his usual handyman; and Dick would be his new boy toy.
It was funny how Dick was always the boy toy in an undercover mission.
"So, how exactly is the script gonna roll?"
Jason finally put away his phone and got serious. "Simple, you distract him."
"I can do that." Dick clicked his tongue, swayed back and forth in his dress.
"But not too distracted."
"What do you mean?"
"It means there will be limits on what you can do to keep the man entertained."
"It's a strip club. People know exactly how they want to be entertained there."
"Well too bad we can't always get what we want, is it?"
When mommy and daddy fought, all the kids knew their places. The goons scattered out and quickly disappeared behind closed doors. Jason put his phone down and did that thing with his head. The "I'm not pleased and you should know it" chin tilted, shoulder flexed.
"Let's play this out, shall we? I'm the big bad man whose ship is filled with 60 people waiting to cross borders to highest bidders. You're the only person capable of getting close range with me, real close."
Dick walked over, clicking heels. Yeah, heels. Judgment aside, ladies got a real weapon here. One kick and they could likely pop an eye.
He pushed Jason down his recliner and crawled up and over his laps, playing with his tie.
"Men are simple. Hard as rock..." He weighted hard down Jason, rolled, and watched the crease between his brows deepened. "But not breakable."
"I'll be bringing friends."
"That means you'll be talking." Dick let go of Jason's tie and got up on his knees. "You like to flex it. You like an audience."
He hooked a finger on a belt loop, tugging. Jason positioned himself back and forth, seemingly uncomfortable with how things moved so far.
"Bringing partners, talking business in a private strip club. I'll be thinking with my dick before I let a word slip."
"Everything is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power. You'll talk. You'll like me listening."
"You sound so sure."
Dick snorted, "You've done this countless times before, all those business trips, private meetings of yours. You know what's in their heads, your partners, your guests. You know what's on your mind in places like this, moments like this."
"Oh I know." His arms got up and hugged around Dick's legs. Even for his big body, Jason yearned his neck just so their eyes could meet. "I always know what's the only thing in my mind."
Just like that, Dick knew Jason was no longer in his character. The curtain had dropped, lights off. Their play had come to an end.
"Even in moments like this?"
"In every moment of my life."
The way those eyes pinned on Dick, yearning, longing... Jason was many things of a man with his power, status and fortune, but the way he looked at Dick, only at Dick, turned him vulnerable.
It was little things like this, things he did, things he said, that got Dick's heart beating like the first blooming days.
He got off the recliner, pulled Jason along by his collar and moved them toward the long couch in the end corner of his office.
"Is this part of the script too?" Jason laughed when Dick ripped his shirt open and hiked up the maid dress.
"No."
Jason smirked and unbuckled his belt. They both knew they would be late at this point.
The mission would be damned, but they were both laughing.
Tim : I still don't get why I'm being punished along with you total assholes !
Tim : *angrily jerking more weeds up by their roots*
Tim : I mean, how was I supposed to know you guys were running back to the batmobile like that because you just got done egging an entire city block ???? you just hopped right the fuck on in yelling at me to "GO GO GO " so I fucking "WENT WENT WENT "
Tim : *tossing around gardening tools*
Tim : I thought that you guys were running to the car for SAFETY !!! I thought that maybe you guys were being hunted by some insane-psycho-biker-clown-gang-posse !!! that's the ONLY reason why I even bothered listening to you dumbasses about flooring the gas in the FIRST place !! how was I possibly supposed to know I was being used as a get away driver for a vandalizing heist--!?
Jason : would you quit your bitchin and just accept the fact that you're stuck here now. just like the rest of us. tiring ourselves out in the mid August heat just to make some mother fuckin petunias happy ??
Tim : I hate you so much right now. . . . .
Jason : oh yeah ?? well then go ahead and grab your ass a fuckin number and join the waiting list; currently 8,000 in serving
Dick : *walking over looking way too damn giddy in 90 degree weather*
Dick : you two sure are doing some great work over here !! good job !! 👍
Jason: no one's in the mood for your sappy-ass praise right now Dickface; feel free to fuck off whenever you'd like
Tim : have you even done your fair share of this punishment at all ?? or did Bruce actually decide to deputize you Camp Counciler this evening just for shit's and giggles
Dick : of course I'm helping; I just finished trimming the braches off of every single tree in here !! I'm honestly super offended you hadnt noticed how perfectly symmetrical I was able to make them !!
Tim : yeah well it's kinda hard to notice anything when Satan himself is busy bathing me with his tongue
Dick : *lost*
Tim : the sun, Dick. . . . . . i'm talking about the abusive heat of the sun
Dick : oooooh ! got it 👍
Jason : aye you guys, i've got a question real quick *does a quick double take around the garden*. . . . just where the hell is Damian at ?? don't tell me that the little demom spawn just up and fuckin bailed !! he's the one who's guilty of all the "severe destruction to public property" by finding a way to use those damned eggs like fuckin yolk filled grenades !!
*a Dami-sized shadow coming to loom over Jason crouched in the flowerbeds*
Jason : 👀
Damian : for your information I've already re seeded the lawn, pruned the roses, and staked the lemon tree saplings all within the literal 2 in a half hours that you've spent deadheading the same exact bed of petunias
Jason : *violently raking at the soil with a sudden vengence*
Dick : wow !!! that's amazing, Dami !! you sure did quite a lot of hard work today !! good job buddy ! 👍
Tim : omgee Dick, why've you been acting like this form of torture is nothing more than some light hearted team building exersice ?? stop "cheesing" so god damn hard and "thumbs-uping" us every 5 minutes like some middle aged suburban dad at the neighborhood block party for fuck's sake
Dick : a bit of cheerful encouragement never hurt anybody, Timmers 👍
Tim : well it's hurting me and I'm about 4 seconds away from snapping like a feral racoon if I so much as catch any indication of you going to raise your thumb again
Jason : yanno, it'd be easier to just break it
Tim : break it ??
Jason : to break his thumb
Tim : oh i don't doubt for a second that it would be easier. but an even better solution to the problem would actually be to break both thumbs at once; that way he won't be given the chance to pull that corny shit again--
Dick : *pouting* if you two don't want my thumbs-up then fine ! I'll find someone else who actually deserves them ! someone who will appreciate them ! and when you both come crawling back to me begging for those thumbs-up back . . . . it'll be too late; my thumbs and I will have already moved on
Jason : a'ight. sounds awesome 👌 remind me to light a candle for whatever thumbs-up idolizing-dumbass you're talkin about; poor bastard is gonna need ALL the fuckin prayers of mercy he can get his hands on
Damian : *gazing tiredly between the 3 former Robin's*
Damian : . . . . well, alright then. i'll be heading over to repot the Venus flytraps now
Dick : oh ! I completely forgot about those !! good thing you were here to remember for us, Baby Bat !
Tim : yep, leave it up to Damian as the only one who's gonna remember and volunteer to pamper a mindlessly carnivorous plant
Damian : I'm sorry Drake but if that was supposed to insult me then you're going to have to do better; because I personally do in fact relish this unique type of plant due to one specific trait
Tim : and that trait would be. . . ?
Damian : that the Venus flytrap could just get energy from the sun but chooses violence
Tim :
Damian : *wanders away*
Dick :
Jason : *distractedly stabbing the ground with a hand rake*
Tim :
Jason : *tossing the rake over his head in impatience*
Jason : not too sure if ya'll have caught on to this or not, but that boy over there lost one HELL of an important screw from inside that hard-ass head of his one day; only a matter of time til the whole damn internal system blows up
Batboys : *watching Damian handling the Venus flytrap plant with care*
Jason : snarky little piece of gremlin shit is just a ticking time bomb; I mean. . . .did you even see the damage he executed last night with just a dozen eggs ???
Dick : . . . just what exactly are you trying to imply here, Jay ?? that Damian is a ruthless murderer and that we're next on his long list of potential victims ??
Jason : *wide eyed*
Jason : the fuck you on about, Dickie ??
Dick : huh ??
Jason : okay hold up. time out. I'm lost
Dick : you're lost. I'm lost !
Jason : wait what ??
Dick : fuck, forget it. I think all this heat's finally getting to our heads. we should probably head back inside for a quick break. I know you're more than ready for that, right Timmers ?
Tim :
Dick : Tim ?
Jason : it'll be a minute since this mother fucker just had the audacity to faint his over-heated ass all over my petunias. . . . .
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Batman dies in Young Justice time, when all there was in the family was Bruce, Alfred and Dick.
Words: 638, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Young Justice (Cartoon)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Major Character Death
Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Clark Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Barry Allen, Wally West, Leslie Thompkins, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Oliver Queen, Dinah Lance, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne
Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: Funeral, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Dick Grayson is Robin, Bruce Wayne is Batman
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