Imagines N' Stuff

“(y/n), there’s a horror movie marathon on TV, did you want to-” she paused when she saw my face. “What the hell happened to you?” 

“Nothing, it was just an accident,” I responded. 

“This was not ‘just an accident’,” she stated. I looked away and she pressed further. “(y/n). . .” 

“Alright, I was at Chris’s.” 

“He did this to you?” 

“Mostly. I went over to break up with him because the feelings I once had for him were no longer there. I don’t think they were ever there to begin with, to be honest. . . they’ve belonged to someone else. Well, long story short, he didn’t like the fact I was dumping him so he retaliated by punching me, hence the black eye. I fought back, obviously, and here we are.” 

“Jesus, you need to get that looked at.” 

“I’ll be fine,” I told her. “Just please don’t tell anyone about this. Especially Dick. Please, for the love of God, don’t tell Dick.” 

“Don’t tell Dick what,” Dick said as he approached us. I avoided eye contact and just looking in his direction in general. 

I couldn’t form words, so Rachel stepped in and saved me. “Oh it’s nothing! Just a surprise.” 

I gave her a look of thanks and mumbled to both of them, “I need to shower,” and then walked off to my room. I didn’t need to see Dick’s face to feel his eyes burning holes into my back. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Once I was showered, I stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes to clean myself up. I put makeup over the black eye and on the cut in my head. The busted lip was too much trouble to cover up, so I decided I would just have to make up a convincing story for it later. 

As soon as I was satisfied, I stepped out of my en suite bathroom and into my room where I was startled by none other than Dick Grayson. I stepped back and looked at him quizzically. “How did you get into my room? I locked it.” 

“And I have override power to every control in this building,” he retorted. Before I could even make a remark, he bombarded me with questions. “So what’s this surprise you told Rachel about?” 

“Why would I tell you? That defeats the purpose of a surprise.” 

“See, now I know that is a steaming pile of bullshit because one, you’re awful at keeping secrets, and two, you wouldn’t make eye contact with me when she said it, let alone turn your head in my direction.” The tone he used suggested he was irritated and slowly growing angry with my unwillingness to tell him what was wrong. 

I pushed passed him and walked over to my bookshelf and said, “Well I don’t know what you want.” I paused as I searched for a new book to read. “I have nothing to tell you, so you can leave,” I said irritated. 

“I know you’re hiding something. So I’m not leaving until you tell me what it is. And don’t think that I won’t find out on my own either. I’ll figure it out eventually.” 

I sighed, not wanting to deal with him. “Get out of my room, Dick.” 

“No,” he stated firmly. 

I turned to him. “If you don’t leave my room in the next fifteen seconds, I will drop kick your ass to the ground.” 

“You have a busted lip. Did someone hurt you?” 

“Yes, myself,” I noted, raising my voice. He was pushing me over the edge. My voice was still raised when I continued. “I tripped and fell and bit my lip in the process. Now get the fuck out of my bedroom or I swear to God I will kick your ass and throw you out.” 

“Don’t forget that I was the one that trained you,” he said, his eyes holding my gaze. 

“Are you threatening me?” 

“Of course not,” he sighed. I was pissed. He did not just say that. I could feel my blood boiling. “Look, we both got a little heated. So let’s just calm down and-”

Calm down? That’s when I snapped. 

I lunged forward and threw a punch at Dick’s face. He blocked it, so I went low with my next punch. And of course, because he’s fucking Dick Grayson, he blocked that one too, grabbing my arm and flipping me around. His one hand held m arm behind my back, his other wrapped across my chest with my back pressed against him. One of his legs wrapped gently around mine so that I wouldn’t be able to kick my way out. His height towered over mine and the feel of his warmth and body against mine was enough to start calming me down. Even when he had me in a headlock he knew what to do. 

“Are you done,” he asked, exasperation evident in his voice. I nodded, realizing that there was no way I’d win in a fight against him. Nor would I want to. I just want him to stop pestering me about everything. But then I realized that wasn’t going to happen either. He released me, and I stumbled away, breathing heavy and still a bit tired from the fight with Chris. 

Dick turned me to face him and cupped my face. I went to swat his hand away, but retracted. He gave me a look that said ‘you were really going to try that again?’ His touch was soft, but firm, determined to figure out what had happened. I didn’t speak, but stopped protesting. He studied my face intensely and said, “you have makeup on your left eye and on one small spot at the top of the right side of your forehead, but nowhere else.” He paused. He knew asking me would do no good so instead he licked his thumb and proceeded to wipe the makeup off my eye. 

I put my hands up in protest, mostly because of the saliva he was rubbing on my face. “Oh, Dick! That’s disgusting!” I tried shoving his hands away, but as always, he was stronger. 

“Yeah, well,” was all he said as he continued to rub the substance off my face until some black and purple appeared. He studied it. “Did that happen when you tripped and fell too?” He asked it almost sarcastically.

I glared at him and stuck my tongue out at him, “so what if it did?” 

He mocked me a little by sticking his tongue out at me too. “Yeah, bullshit.” I had no response so I just looked away. “Are you ready to stop fighting me on this?” 

I didn’t speak and I didn’t nod but he saw me drop my shoulders in defeat. “Good,” he said and walked to my bathroom to grab some makeup removing wipes. He walked back to me and said, “So you’re not grossed out by my spit.” I smirked just enough that he wouldn’t see it. The thought of his spit in any other situation might have turned me on. 

I sat down on my bed as he wiped the remaining makeup from my face. Once my face was clean he asked, “Ready to tell me what really happened?” This time I nodded. A moment passed and I still said nothing so Dick gently asked, “Who did this to you?” 

I still couldn’t speak. It was going to take a minute. Our shoulders were touching as we sat on the bed together. I had to fight to keep myself from resting my head on his shoulder. I didn’t know if I could tell him. Then I looked up into his brown eyes and saw the emotions conveyed in them- concern, worry, and . . . love. I looked away, sighed and said, “Chris.” 

“Your so-called boyfriend? He fucking hit you?” His eyes went dark and the expression in them quickly turned to anger and rage. “I’m going to fucking kill him,” he growled and stood up. 

“No, Dick. Don’t. Please,” I said as I grabbed his hand, pulling him back down onto the bed. I held his hand in my lap. 

He looked at me and asked, “Has he hit you before?” 

I shook my head. “No. This was the first time. But he’s been abusive in other ways.” I started to feel myself shake. This was the first time I’ve ever talked about how Christ treated me. 

I think Dick could feel me trembling because he moved his body closer to mine and squeezed my hand with his that he was still allowing me to hold. I felt my heart skip a beat at that fact. “What other ways,” he asked. 

“Mentally and emotionally mostly. He’s told me I’m fat and should eat less. He’s told me to wear more makeup. He’s always on the phone flirting with another woman, and I am pretty certain he’s cheated on me at least twice. But God forbid I talk to you or Gar or even Jason. He’s made his comments about you guys and made it known how he feels about you. It was a mission to keep the messages and phone calls with you guys hidden. And if he knew I lived here with you guys. . . well, I probably wouldn’t be here right now. He’s never hit me before though. Not until today.” 

“What made today different?” 

“I went over to break up with him. My feelings for him have changed. I realize now they were never there to begin with. I only stayed with him because I thought it would hide the fact those feelings belonged to someone else, and hoped that those feelings would just go away. However, that did not happen and those feelings still belong to that person. Long story short, he didn’t like me dumping him so he punched me.” 

“And how did the other injuries happen?” 

I looked at him, a little shocked. “I fought back, obviously. Someone punches me, I punch back. You know that better than anyone. The whole thing ended up turning into a war battle.” 

“And you got out easily?” 

“Dick, I suckerpunched him unconscious; left him laying on his kitchen floor.” He looked at me and smiled. “Did you think I lost?” 

“No, of course not,” he stated. “I’m very proud of you, (y/n).” 

“Thanks,” I said softly. He continued holding my hand as he looked at me. Those emotions that were once in his eyes were now replaced with pride and, once again, love. The gap between us was slowly closing and I could see the moment happening. He knew he was the person those feelings were meant for. He knew every damn bit of what was about to happen, too. But I was losing my patience and closed the gap completely. His lips were softer than I imagined and he tasted sweet like cotton candy. 

He didn’t hesitate at all when returning my actions. His hands came up to cup my face, his right hand sliding into my shower damp hair as he pushed me closer to him, deepening the kiss. All of this felt right and I never wanted it to end. But we had to come up for air at some point. When we pulled apart, he planted a gentle kiss on my forehead and said, “I’m glad that I’m the person those feelings belong to.” He paused for a second, looking at me. “I knew for a while, too.” 

I smiled and said, “I know. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner. I’m sorry for staying with him so long and forcing you to tolerate him. And I’m sorry for anything else that falls into this category.” 

“You don’t need to be sorry. You needed time to find yourself and figure things out. Make your mistakes. I knew you’d do what you needed to within time.” 

I nodded, “Thank you for always being here.” 

“I will always be here. No matter what happens, I’m not going anywhere.” 

I smiled and said, “My nightwing in shining armor.” 

“You’re a dork,” he joked as he scooped me up into his arms. He rested his chin atop my head. I took in his scent. He smelled like sweet pine. It was comforting. 

“I know, but I know you like the fact that I am, otherwise you would be somewhere else right now.”

“This is true,” he laughed and kissed the top of my head. He pulled back to look at me again and asked, “Are you going to be alright?” 

“Now that that piece of shit is out of my life, yes. In fact, it’s only going to get better from here.” 

“That’s the perfect attitude. Now, I think it’s a good idea to put some ice on your eye.” 

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Oh, and Rachel mentioned something about a horror movie marathon. I think her plan was to ask me if I wanted to watch with her before she saw my face. So if you wanted to join us, I’ll ice my eye while we watch.” 

“But you hate horror movies,” he stated. 

“Yes, but it’s been a while since I’ve seen one. Maybe my tastes have changed. And if not, I’ll have you there to protect me,” I said and booped his nose lightly. 

“Nightwing in shining armor?” he asked with a smile. 

“Nightwing in shining armor,” I confirmed. 

Dick leaned in to kiss me again, slowly and passionately. “I love you,” he proclaimed. 

“I love you too,” I replied. 

We got up and walked to the front room where we were greeted by Rachel, Gar and Jason. I sat down and both Gar and Jason asked about my face in unison. I gave them the short explanation and ended it with how I knocked Chris unconscious and left him there. 

“Good,” Jason started. It was getting hard to see his stupid face and not smash it in.” 

Gar agreed. Dick returned next to me on the couch, handing me the ice pack that I immediately placed on my eye. Dick wrapped an arm around my shoulders  and the three others looked at us. Rachel smiled because she knew everything. She was observant and she knew we had been pining after each other for ages. Gar and Jason looked quizzically but kept their mouths shut.