i haven’t idk anything ab it

nobody gets her like i do

first part of his name might as well be raw

“hey, don’t worry about it.” his shoulders slump forward as his hand wraps around your wrist, guiding it down to your lap. a smile stretches onto his lips, the crooked and mischievous kind that only he’s able to pull off. “i won’t tell.”

dick grayson has spent such a long time off blog i’m surprised he was down to return. i’ll ask him more ab how he feels in the interview 🙏

i call u marz bar in my head whenever i see u in my notifs

which character do u like the most marz bar

we moved on too quickly from the possibility of WALLY WEST x reader x DICK GRAYSON. wally’s phasing out of the game, and dick’s been promoted to lead. you’ve been added to the roster and neither of them seem to keep their heads around you: wally can’t help but outwardly flirt, that old playboy dog in him seeping through the cracks as he checks you out in your suit n asks, “uh, are you.. doing anything later?”; whereas dick’s bad bag of tricks consist of getting a little tongue-tied around you and gracefully bowing out of conversations that run too long. when they both get used to you being around, interactions are smoother. wally somehow gets you out of the mount, reminding you there’s more to life than work, managing to snag alone-time with you. dick can talk to you without panicking, and you’ve even caught a stray comment here and there about how “you looked good out there.” both boys tipping you off as to how they feel about you. you knew things always seemed to be tense between them when they three of you were in the same room, you didn’t know they were in competition. you’re not sure how to go about it, you like both of them, but neither of them have the guts to be upfront with you about it - or they have an undisclosed gentlemen’s agreement to stay away from you. the latter makes more sense considering their friendship, so why have you had each of their tongues down your throat at least once before?

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it’s that voice. a hand comes to the small of your back n you subconsciously lean into BRUCE WAYNE’s direction, you feel his lips brush the outside of your ear, warm breath washing over your pebbling skin, “a little boring, isn’t it?” he remarks, poking fun at his stuffy birthday party. the way he talks, low and gravelly, huskily whispering to you like a secret. you don’t even realize you’re smiling as you fit into his side like puzzle pieces, his thick arm strapping around you. you’d expect him to rear by now for decency’s sake, but he closes in the minute space again, “you wouldn’t be interested in… taking a tour, would you?” it’s some kind of bid for a thrill, chasing you down into an abandoned corridor to get your back up against a wall. cupping your cheek so he can mouth at your neck, his nose bumping your dangling earring with a melodic jangle. he’s subtle in the way he herds you deeper into his mansion, wandering hands causing you to squeak n scurry a little faster when he tries to pull a dress strap down or pinch at your behind. away from prying eyes, he can express his want freely, and he knows how much you love feeling desired - the kind of lust that causes him to throw away propriety, act like a debased man trying to get you to giggle n scold him. that knowledge evokes his reaching fingers, boyishly clutching at the skirt of your dress just at the underside of your ass to tug you back into him. it earns him a chide of his name, glancing at him over your shoulder when he’s able to press your backside into his hips. in an embrace, he grasps your jaw to turn your head so he can capture your lips in a kiss, his other hand frisking you over your outfit while he swallows your weak protests. it’s all in the name of fun, of course, the possibility of getting caught in the hallway outside the party room gets your blood pumping. he speaks against your lips, “why don’t i show you the master bedroom?” you grin, and you nod in his hold.