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Track 13: Iris ft. Roy Harper
Roy Harper x Batsis! Reader
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BatBurger isn’t the fanciest place, but it’s definitely the dirtiest. At least, since the previous owner was shot and it was taken over by new management.
“Ew, Roy. There’s literally a dead rat behind the counter. It’s staring at me.”
“You’re fine, sweetheart. A little rat poison won’t kill ya.” Roy mumbles between bites of his fries.
Unfortunately, being raised by Bruce Wayne means your standards for health and safety concerns are much higher than the average person. Fortunately, that’s kept you from catching any food borne illness from, hmm, say, a dead rat being in your food.
“Yuck.” You poke at the burger on your plate.
“If you’re not going to eat it, I will.”
Sighing dramatically, you grip his hand tightly in your own. “And here I thought I’d lose you to vigilantism, but it’ll actually be rat droppings. Or dysentery. Or the plague.”
“Do you want to get out of here?”
“Yes, please, please, please, please, please. Baby, I will make it worth your while, just get me out of here.” You plead, glancing back at the rat. “Immediately.”
“Come on.” He pretends to look put out as he wraps an arm around you, ditching your food at the table. “Pizza?”
“Sure.” You grin, leaning into his side.
He leans down to press a kiss against your lips but you dodge. “Hey!” He mumbles, looking downright outraged.
“I am not kissing you until you wash your mouth out.” He pouts. “I’m not joking, Roy Harper.”
He grimaces but nods anyways, at least he can still hold your hand.
The pizza is ordered and on its way by the time you and Roy get back to your shared apartment, settling down onto the couch while you wait.
“So…can I please kiss you now, your royal highness?”
“Not with that attitude.” You snip, looking away.
He flops down, laying all his weight on top of you. “I’m so sorry, please let me kiss you, love of my life, pumpkin pie, cherry pie, sweetie pie, pi formula—”
You kiss him quickly and he grins against your lips.
You pull away much too soon for his liking, but at least his plan worked.
“Really? Annoy me into kissing you?”
“Don’t hate the player.”
“Ugh, gross.”
“You love me.” He mumbles, kissing you again.
“I do.”
The doorbell rings before he can insist you actually say the words, making him stand with a sigh.
“I will miss you greatly.”
“The door is literally five feet away.”
“Too far.”
“If you don’t hurry, I’m going to answer it.”
“And risk the pizza delivery guy falling in love with you? Absolutely not.” He shakes his head dramatically, pulling open the door. “Ew, actually, that’s not a problem.”
You peek your head up over the couch, only to come face to face with your oldest brother. There’s three boxes of pizza perched in his left hand as he grins. He’s even wearing the uniform. How he got it? You have no clue.
He pushes past your boyfriend, ignoring his indignant shouts as he hops over the back of the couch. “I figured I’d bring you guys pizza, see what you’re up to.”
He looks around the room, settling into the middle cushion before grabbing the remote. “Movie?”
“We’re actually in the middle of a date.” You say slowly, eyes narrowing at Dick.
“Oh, I don’t mind.” He shakes his head with an easy grin as he props his feet up on the coffee table, really making himself at home.
You share a glance with Roy.
It’s gonna be a long night.
—
“Do you have a reservation?” The man behind the desk sends a disgruntled look at Roy, or at least at his attire.
You nod slowly, “Yes. It should be under Wayne.” Your nose crinkles as you frown at the immediate change in the man’s posture.
Of course.
Roy was wearing a suit too! Just because it’s not Tom Ford or Couture, doesn’t mean he should be looked at like that.
The host immediately straightens, eyes widening as he gestures towards the back. “Right this way, Miss.”
Wrapping your arm around Roy’s, you lead him down the aisle. He unravels himself from you at the table so he can pull out your chair, pressing a quick kiss against your neck as he pushes your chair in.
A flush of heat runs through you at the action but he just winks as he settles into the seat across from you.
Glancing across the table, he must decide you’re too far as he scoots his chair closer to you.
Biting back a laugh at the waiters shocked expression, you order a soda for the two of you and dismiss the man.
Roy shoots you a grateful look after you insist that you do not want any champagne or wine or anything of the sort, despite the waiters insistences.
“Thanks.” He mumbles, flipping through the menu. His eyebrows pinch together, “There’s not even any prices on here.”
“They’re secret prices.”
“What?”
“It’s a secret.” You shrug, reaching over to pat his hand. “And you don’t have to worry about the prices.”
His grimace makes you snicker, pulling your hand away before he catches it, interlocking your fingers with his.
In an attempt to rid your mind of the dead rat from the previous date night, Roy suggested a new Italian place downtown.
He’d intended to pay, but there’s no way you’d let him. Not when you have access to Bruce Wayne’s bank account.
Or your trust fund.
But that didn’t mean Roy was any happier about you paying for a date he asked you to go on.
“I just think—” His words are cut off as a new chair is dragged to your table.
You glance up at the noise, an annoyed pinch in your brow before you see who it is.
“What are you doing here, Tim?” Your brother grins widely as he sits, immediately slumping into his seat at your table.
“Same as you. I’m having dinner with Roy.”
“No, you’re not.” You grimace, sipping from your water.
“Hey, man.” Your brother ignores you in favor of smacking Roy’s shoulder. “How’s it going?”
“It was going fine.” He mutters, sharing a glance with you. “We’re kind of having dinner here.”
“Me too!” Tim grins, snatching your menu from the table. His eyes scan the pages as he continues, “What are you guys getting? I’ll get the same. Should we order an appetizer for the table?” He glances at you, “You are paying, right?”
—
You hear the window slide open as you’re finishing the final touches of your makeup.
“Roy, is that you?”
“No,” a familiar voice scoffs, “and what’s Roy doing at your apartment?”
You meet Jason’s gaze in the bathroom mirror before rolling your eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes.”
“Don’t lecture me about my boyfriend.”
“He was my friend first.”
“He literally wasn’t.” You argue before turning back towards the mirror to check your lipgloss.
“Whatever. Just don’t—”
A sneeze from behind him cuts him off, and your attention is suddenly drawn to the much shorter boy in the apartment.
“Damian?”
He scowls, arms crossed and nose red as he huffs. “I don’t need to be here. I’m just fine to patrol.”
His voice comes out nasally and you have to stop yourself from cooing at the sound.
“Yes, you do have to stay.” Jason huffs. “He’s sick. And I need you to watch him.”
Your face darkens as you turn back towards the older man. “It’s your turn to babysit.”
“I don’t need a babysitter!” Damian scowls but you both ignore him.
“I have to cover his patrol, which takes precedence over your little date.” Jason taunts, already backing his way out of the doorway.
You stomp after him, arguing profusely but he’s already out the window before you make it into the hallway.
Figures.
You turn to Damian with a soft smile, breathing returning to normal now that Jason has left.
“I’m going to change, if we’ll be here all night. Why don’t you find Roy and pick a movie?”
—
Halfway through the movie, Damian passed out on the couch.
“He must be really sick.” You murmur, worry filling your voice as you press a hand against his forehead.
He definitely has a fever.
“Can you carry him to the bed? I’ll get a washcloth.”
“Carry him?” Roy hisses, jumping away from you at the idea.
You roll your eyes, already standing. “Don’t be such a baby.”
“He’ll kill me if he wakes up!”
“Then you should be quiet.” You whisper back, sneaking off to the bathroom as Roy does what you said.
Once Damian is all settled in bed, the fan blowing just the way he likes, damp washcloth resting on his forehead, and a glass of water on the nightstand, you sneak back towards the living room with a sigh.
“I can’t believe you made me do that.” Roy groans, arm thrown dramatically across his face as he lays on the couch.
You laugh softly, settling onto his waist. “Oh, honey.” You coo, running a finger along his jaw. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
He sits up immediately, arms slinging around your waist as he pulls you closer. “Oh, yeah?” His voice drops.
You grin, pressing your lips against his.
The window opens again, but neither of you hear it, too preoccupied with eachother.
“Ew, gross!”
You jump off Roy’s lap, almost falling to the floor, but he throws an arm out to catch you.
“Do you have any bleach? I need to clean my eyes.” He continues, clutching his face like he can push the vision from his mind.
You groan, dropping back beside your boyfriend as Jason stomps towards you both.
“Move over.” He glower.
Roy raises an eyebrow but does as he says.
Your brother settles between the two of you on the couch, spreading his legs as much as possible to widen the distance between the two of you.
You blink at him, “What are you doing here?”
“Finished patrol.” A pause. “I don’t want to watch this.” He snatches the remote.
“Okay, but why don’t you just go back to your place?”
“Yeah, right!” He scoffs, “I had to travel all the way over here, without dinner, no less, just to see you two making out.” He gags as he says it, disgust filling his face as he points at your boyfriend. “And now, it’s my brotherly duty to make sure this guy keeps his hands to himself.”
—
“Are you sure nobody will catch us?” Roy whispers, lips pressing kisses along your jaw as you giggle into his neck.
“I’m sure.” You breathe out, pulling him closer with a teasing grin. “Why? You’re not scared, are you?”
“Of Batman?” He shudders, “Yes, I am scared of Batman.”
He ignores your laughter to pull away, shooting a nervous glance down the hallway.
“I’m sure. They’re all out patrollling, it’s just us here.”
“Not just you, miss.” A familiar British voice rings out from the door beside you, making you yelp as the two of you jump apart.
Now at a respectable distance from each other, Alfred nods. “Carry on then, I’ll just be in the kitchen.”
You breathe heavily, clutching your chest as he wanders down the hallway before disappearing into another room.
Roy looks at you before hissing, “You said nobody was home!”
“I forgot! And you cannot be freaking out about Alfred catching us.” You cross your arms, eyebrows pinching as he gestures wildly.
“That’s worse than Batman! He actually kills people!”
“Don’t talk about sweet Alfred like that!” You tsk, “He made you cookies earlier.”
“You said you made those!”
“I lied!”
—
Advertisements were still playing on the screen when you and Roy found your seats.
The lights were dimmed and the air smelled like artificial butter from the popcorn.
Perfect.
He clutches your hand, keeping your arms together on the armrest.
You turn to look at him as he snatches a handful of popcorn. The lights from the screen flash across his face, momentarily gifting you glimpses of the man you love.
He turns to meet your gaze, smiling softly. It’s been ages since you’ve gotten to be together, just the two of you. It seems like every time you’re alone now, one of your siblings finds a way to interrupt.
The door to the theater opens again, and a crowd of three hustles in. You ignore them, instead pressing a quick kiss to Roy’s lips as he smiles at you.
He follows your lips after deciding you’d pulled away too soon, grabbing your neck to kiss you properly.
“Aww, you guys are so cute.” A sickeningly sweet, yet familiar, voice coos.
“Ugh.”
The two voices overlap with a snicker from their third counterpart.
You pull away with a groan, already recognizing them. Steph, Cass, and Duke all stand in front of you, each with varying degrees of excitement written on their faces.
“Hey, guys.” You don’t look away from Roy, even as you speak. He grimaces.
“Hi.” Cass grins, “You don’t mind if we sit here, do you?”
You stare blankly at your sister. She stares back.
“Fine.”
Out of all your siblings, she’s definitely the least intrusive. Nothing to—
“Move.” She turns her stare to your boyfriend.
Your jaw goes slack as you grip his hand tighter. “You can’t tell him what to do!”
She shrugs but Steph cuts in before she can say anything else. “Come on, the movies about to start. Plus, she’s right. Move it, Harper.”
“He’s fine where he is.” You glare, swatting her hand away as she attempts to push him.
“Really, I want to sit here.” Roy insists, biting back a groan as someone behind you yells about being quiet in the theater. Ironic.
“That’s the problem!” Steph hisses. Duke nods in agreement.
“Yeah, but with your track record, man, you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”
“Yes, I can!”
“Can’t.”
“Can.”
“Can’t.”
Cass takes his momentary distraction to pull him from his seat before settling down next to you. She offers her box of candy towards you without a word.
You send an apologetic glance towards your boyfriend, who is now stuck sitting beside Stephanie, as you accept the candy.
Throughout the movie, Roy tries to catch your eyes, pouting every time he manages to. You just shake your head at him with a smile.
That makes him soften slightly. Just a bit.
Every time there’s a jumpscare, Duke begins to glow faintly on your other side, resulting in multiple containers of popcorn being thrown at you alongside shouts of not being on your phone during a movie!
So overall, it was a pretty typical date for the two of you.
Roy catches your hand as soon at the movie is over, nearly lunging at you from his seat as he pulls you outside. “I’m so sorry to say this, babe, but this was not worth convincing Ollie to babysit for.”
“No, no, I completely agree.”
—
“It’s just milkshakes, babe. We’ll be here for like five minutes.” Sighing, you slip the bag from your shoulder, hanging it on your chair.
When you suggested milkshakes after leaving the movie theater, you figured you were in the clear. The date has already been interrupted once, there’s no way it’ll be interrupted again.
“That’s what they want you to think.” He mumbles, ignoring your words in favor of continuing to scan his periphery. “But they’re everywhere.”
After several interrupted dates in a row, Roy has developed a complex of some sorts, constantly on the lookout for your siblings.
Unfortunately, you hadn’t accounted for your father.
“Harper.” He gravels, a pointed look sent in your boyfriend’s direction before his gaze softens on you. “Sweetheart. I didn’t realize you’d be here.”
He slides into the booth across from you, since Roy is sitting beside you.
You sigh loudly, “That’s hard to believe.”
He feigns offense, “You mean, you think I came here just to crash your hangout?”
“Date, dad. It’s a date.”
“Sorry. You think I came here just to crash your play date?”
You stare at him. He blinks.
“Okay, that’s it. Dad, I need you to listen very closely so you can tell the others.” You breathe sharply, “If any of you interrupt one of our dates again, we’re eloping.”
“Babe—” Roy starts at the same time your father speaks.
“Honey—”
“No!” You wave your hands frantically, ignoring the loos from the other patrons in the diner. “We will be gone and you won’t find us. Do you understand?”
Bruce swallows thickly before nodding. “Is that all?”
You sit back down with a huff, accepting Roy’s arm around your shoulder. He rubs your arm soothingly as you grumble. “Yes.”
“Okay.” He considers his words, glancing between you and Roy and then back to you again before frowning. “But you wouldn’t actually elope, right?”
“Dad!”
A Soft Place to Land
⋆˙⟡ Summary - As a nurse working in crime alley you know that you shouldn’t walk home at night. That doesn’t stop you from doing it anyway late one night after a long shift. Red Hood saves you from two men in an alley. You think it will end there, vigilante encounters are rare, like strikes of lightning. You just go about your life with the assumption that you will never see him again.
But the encounters only seem to pile up from there.
Playlist is here!
⋆˙⟡ Main Masterlist ⋆˙⟡
Red Hood helps you get home safe
Helping Red Hood with an injury
The Red Hood stays with you
The Red Hood gets you coffee
The Red Hood has Brothers
The Red Hood saves you
You confront the Red Hood
Jason takes you on a date
You meet the Waynes
You and Jason move in together
Jason adopts a stray
The First Gala
⋆˙⟡ Future AU Masterlist ⋆˙⟡
Birds of a Feather - One shot
— Last Christmas
— Dick Grayson x f! Queen! reader (Oliver Queen’s daughter)
Her Love is in Your Head
Pairing: kyle rayner x fem!reader
Prompt: “you have to let me go.” | event masterlist
In Which: Kyle wakes up in another universe.
Info: angst. suggestive in 1 part. 2 uses of y/n. mention of death. loosely inspired by star trek tng season 5 ep 25 “the inner light”. 1,919 words. written for @juneofdoom. beta-read by the lovely @twentytomidnight
“Kyle?”
His eyes flutter open, squinting as he adjusts to the light of the early morning sun. His eyes slowly shift around the room, his sleep-addled brain realizing that he does not recognize his surroundings, that he does not recognize you— the beautiful woman kneeling on the bed beside him, gazing upon him with reverence.

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— girl, so confusing
Pairing: Stephanie Brown x fem! reader
Summary: When Barbara and Cass start training a new Batgirl, Stephanie isn't sure what to think. You're perfect, everything she wants to be and everything she could never have, and your arrival forces Stephanie to confront whether she wants to be you, or be with you
Word Count: 3.7k
Content/CW -> f! reader, jealousy, fear of replacement, multiple povs (reader + steph's), competition, canon typical violence, harsh words/arguing, lowk toxic yuri
froggi yaps -> lowk this has been sitting in my drafts foreverr because i know it won't do as well as my other dc fics and that made me sad >.< but i love steph and hopefully the other 12 steph enjoyers will like this <3
She’s a civilian amongst gods, someone dressed in a knockoff costume playing pretend while the others do the real heroic work. A cheap imitation of the real thing.
I'm CRYING!!! but this is so accurate to what she would feel ;(
You’re in the wind, I’m in the water - Garth of Shayeris
The beach trip was Kori’s idea that was seconded by Donna and Dick. It was stuck in the group chat for a month or so before it finally made it out of text and into reality. Dick found a house with enough rooms for all of you right on the beach, all on Batman’s dime of course. Donna put together a loose itinerary while Kori took care of buying food for the week long trip.
It took a while for everyone’s schedule to line up perfectly but soon enough you had a flight booked.
Now you are laying in the sands of a warm San Francisco beach with the rest of the original group of Titans.
The sun feels good on your exposed skin as you stretch out near the small private beach connected to the house.
Hockey Player!Jason Todd x Figure Skater!Reader
Hockey Player!Jason Todd who was chosen for the American Olympic hockey team and takes it very seriously- much to his older brother’s dismay. He doesn’t focus on the other athletes who aren’t on the hockey team. Except for Dick who inserts himself into anything he is doing when he isn’t focused on snowboarding.
Hockey Player!Jason Todd who isn’t happy when Dick drags him down to the rink on a day when the team isn’t competing. He could be doing other things but instead he is being forced to watch a sport he has no interest in.
“Come on Jay! It will be fun! Don’t you want to see other athletes?” He had said, pulling Jason into the ice rink’s entrance.
“No.” Jason told him gruffly.
He soon gave up fighting his brother since once Dick Grayson got his mind set on something nothing could stop him.
Hockey Player!Jason Todd who sits in the stands to watch the woman’s short program with a scowl and crossed arms as the announcers talk about the first group of skaters up. He watches as the other skaters leave the ring, leaving you in the center of the rink alone. The announcer tells everyone about your program and where you are from. Jason is pleasantly surprised to learn that you also are from Gotham like they are.
Hockey Player!Jason Todd who hears the music start, a light bubbly melody, and watches you start skating. He blinks in surprise as you complete what the announcer says is a ‘triple toe loop’. You are calm but also seem to be egged on by the roar of the crowd that is cheering for you. He is very familiar with that feeling over his years as Gotham’s best left wing forward.
Hockey Player!Jason Todd who is sucked into your routine. He can’t help but be impressed by the jumps and spins you pull off. You are strong and grateful in a way Jason is in awe of. He can see the effort you put into each movement and respects it. When the music comes to stop, leaving you with your arms out wide and a heaving chest, Jason mourns that you are only given two minutes to preform.
Hockey Player!Jason Todd who vows to get your number after he wins a gold medal.
A/N - Yes, I watched Women’s figure skating and this idea struck me like a frisbee to the temple. Also the song reader is skating to is Lover Girl by Laufey.
you wake him when the baby’s being fussy d. grayson
fem!reader wc ! 2.2k warnings ! fluff but suggestive, mentions of unprotected sex, dickiebird is sleepy, bad humor, some talks of parenthood jokingly idk? 🗒️ very rare dada dickie feature i lit adore him. reblog and i’ll give u a kiss 😋 now playing ! babyfather — sade 🎧
The hum of the air conditioning unit permeated the darkness of the apartment.
Snickering to yourself for the upteenth time, you hugged your baby close. You were a new parent afterall, so you had to check to make sure you were holding them correctly, peeking beneath the folds of the blanket as you shifted your weight on the mattress. What a cute baby.
That is, if a baby could be one of the many plushies your ever-doting boyfriend Dick bought you last Valentines’ weekend.
It was doll-like and small, fitting in your arms perfectly for this great scheme. With a deep inhale to compose yourself, you clicked play on the Youtube video on your phone, teasing the volume button up, up, up, every few seconds.
Next to you there was a sleeping Dick Grayson, Blüdhaven’s finest — figuratively and literally — and Gotham’s resident heartthrob. He laid on his stomach, dark hair spread out over the pillow beneath him in thick curls and a strong arm thrown overhead. His right leg hung half off the bed from where it strayed out of the comforter as his fingers twitched softly in his sleep.
The sound of an infant’s wail came from your phone’s speaker, softer, then louder and even louder again. Your boyfriend did not so much as flinch. Desperate, you clutched the swaddled plushie to your chest with one hand and nudged him with the other.
“Dick,” you called out to him. He shifted only slightly. “Baaabe…” you murmured, pushing at his shoulder. “Wake up.”
With a groggy grumble in the back of his throat, he turned on his side, facing away from you. You scoffed, pressing the volume button harder as you bounced your sweet bundle of joy against your bosom.
You heard him groan and you nudged at him with your leg under the comforter, giving a small kick to his muscled thigh. “Hm?” came muffled into the pillow.
“She keeps crying,” you sighed sadly. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”
At the sound of your voice, he turned to face you, his eyes barely opened and a sliver of shiny drool at the corner of his mouth. You almost laughed in his face. Oh, poor baby.
“Did you try feeding her?” He slurred with a yawn, loud and wide-mouthed like it hurt him to not be asleep right now. The noise made his brows furrow tightly.
“What do you think I’ve been doing while you were snoring?” You scoffed. “She just won’t sleep and I don’t know what else to do.”
“M’sorry,” he whispered, scooting closer to where you were until your shoulders pressed together. “I’ll take her.” Dick slid his hands under yours and retrieved the swaddled faux newborn, his eyelashes fluttering with exhaustion.
“You’re tired, you don’t have to.” Came your attempt at intervention, but he relented, his nose brushing the side of your cheek — his version of a kiss when he was between dreamland and reality — and he hummed, attempting to soothe the baby in his arms with a few soft rocks from side to side.
You pressed your lips together to hold your composure. No, you couldn’t laugh yet.
“Shh,” he cooed to the bundle in his arms, clutching it closer to his chest with another long yawn. “C’mon, let’s... let’s go beddy bye—”
“Don’t fall asleep,” you warned, nudging him with your shoulder. “You’ll drop her.” A weak hum was his response as his eyelashes fluttered downwards again, his head drooping ever so slightly.
“Dick.”
“M’ awake,” he inhaled deeply, shifting to pull his upper body up the slightest bit while his fingers strummed sweet little taps and absentminded traces of shapes over the swell of the swaddle where the plushie’s back was covered. “I’m awake, honest.”
A snort escaped you. “You sure about that, baby?”
“Baby....” he repeated, sweet and low. A huh sound was your response as you turned the volume down on the cries, the softest little hiccups lingering until you finally shut them off. He shook his head and murmured it again. “...baby,” but not Baby as in you, baby as in...
“Jus’ needed her Dad,” he hummed, his eyes sinking closed again. “Dada’s got you...” Your heart stuttered in your chest. You watched him rock the little bundle as sleep began to carry him away again, his shoulders slumping slowly and his head falling back against the pillow top.
You shifted closer to him, your face heating up just the slightest the longer you stared at him with the pretend baby in his arms and his face relaxed with sleep. He was so beautiful.
Carefully, you reached a hand out and brushed aside the thick curls curtaining his forehead. The corner of his lips curved upwards and you stifled a giggle.
He looked so peaceful drifting off, one of his arms secured around the swaddled plushie, both legs out of the comforter now. “Dick,” you whispered, your fingertips trailing his hairline then down his jaw, across the line of it then back up to his cheekbone. “You’re losing the covers.”
His fingers twitched against the blanket hugged to his chest and you smiled. “Hey, sleepyhead...” you teased, planting a brief peck on the corner of his lips. His feet shuffled back under the comforter, one slotted between your thighs. You felt him smile.
“Wha....time ’s it?” He slurred grogilly, eyes still closed.
“Early,” you hummed. He made a sound of acknowledgment in the back of his throat and you leaned down to kiss him properly like you always do when you wake him up. “You can go back to sleep.”
“Nuh uh.” Dopey, he smiled lazy and wide. “Kiss me more.”
“Yes huh, Sleepy Wing,” you laughed. “I just didn’t want you to wake up with cold feet—” his other hand snaked around your waist and you squealed, trying (or pretending to) wiggle away from him to no avail as he yanked you into his chest, nose burrowing into to your hair to steal kisses along your temple.
He smooshed his cheek against yours. “Ah! Quit it, you big baby—”
“Yeah, baby?” Dick teased, but the chuckle died in his throat the moment the last syllable left him. His eyes snapped open in a startle and he nearly shoved you away from him out of shock. “Baby!” he exclaimed, hoarse.
“The baby— she—” he shakily propped himself up on his elbows, eyes squinted half shut from the heaviness of sleep. When the swaddled plushie slid down his chest, he caught it in a delirious panic. When he looked down and realized what he was holding, he looked back at you, then to the plushie again.
It was quiet for several moments, and his brows knitted in half-asleep confusion. “Surprise?” You nudged his thigh with your foot. “Richard Grayson, you are the father.”
He ran a slow and deliberate palm across his face, then exhaled long and heavy. “I’m not awake enough for this.”
You burst out laughing. “Oh, my poor baby—”
“No, nope, mm-mm.” He shook his head firmly. “Not another b-word in this house.” All the while, he scooped up the swaddled plushie and carefully set it down on the other side of the bed.
With a grasp of his bicep, you pulled him back down next to you. His head hit the pillow with a soft thud, his thick curls fanning out. “Wow, I’m suing for child support—”
“Enough,” he groaned, faux frustration overpowered by a warm laugh tickling the palm you had cradling his face, moving his hair away from his forehead and bringing it back. “I really thought we had a baby. It was jarring. But kinda... kinda nice.”
Your fingers ceased. “You want a baby with me, D?”
There was a slight twitch in his shoulders as they tensed then relaxed again. “I mean... do you wanna have a baby with me?”
With a scoff, you shoved his arm. “Say it again, you didn’t sound unconvincing enough the first time.” He whined in protest only to pull you closer to him, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.
“...I’ve thought about it,” he murmured, barely audible.
“What?” You turned your head with a swift lean back to catch any sort of glimpse of his face. The pounding of your heart swelled in your ears. “Dick, I was just teasing you—”
“But, do you?” He tilted his head to look up at you. You swallowed. “I mean, really.” His hand found yours where it lazed drooped against his shoulder and he brought it to rest against the side of his face.
You closed your eyes momentarily in thought. “Maybe,” you whispered, eyes searching his face as your thumb traced the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, maybe I do.”
He laughed, hearty and warm. “Yeah?” His arms banded around your waist as he rolled over onto you, dwarfing you with the bulk of his body. Your legs opened to make room for his hips between your thighs while you laughed— a sweet sound he stole from you with a kiss that was soft and wanton, like you’d been married for half a decade already and this was just the Monday after a reenacted honeymoon.
“I could give you one right now,” he said, the words melded together against your lips. He tasted like toothpaste with a side of cookies before bed and all the flavors of missing you. “Or just for practice—”
“Funny. I hope comedy pays well when the triplets come.” You chided as your fingers sifted through his hair.
You sighed, his palm grasping hold of one of your thighs to lift it up and there your ankle went, hooked over his hipbone. “Dick—” your lips chased him and he ground you into the mattress further, clothed pelvis flush against yours while you whined for relief.
“That’s usually the tool required, yeah,” his grin was wolfish against your skin. His lips travelled down the bottom side of your jaw, then down the line of your neck, down it went and your fingers seized his hair harder when the prick of a canine had you keening.
“Asshole.”
“Baby,” he moaned, hips involuntarily bucking forward, harder than he intended but when you’re Nightwing and trained in the art of overpowering, there’s not much you can do to curb your strength. So you were pushed further up the bed and onto your phone, which you didn’t mind until it shoved at your shoulder blade.
“Dick—” you called out.
“Someone’s eager... been calling out for it what, three times now?”
“No, Dick Dastardly, my phone—” you arched upwards, twisting your body a little to the side to try and grab you phone. He moved your hand away and slid one large arm under your hips, lifting you with ease. You grabbed the phone and with his other hand he immediately snatched it away.
“Hey!” you complained.
He kissed you again, a little harder this time and you moaned into his mouth, barely hearing the soft impact of your phone being tossed somewhere on the bed. His hands went to your hips with a soft squeeze and you could feel the length of him hardened against your inner thigh.
“I love you,” he rasped out against your mouth. You exhaled a breathy whimper and his eyes glazed over with need. But just ust as you were about to say it back—
There came the familiar wailing of an infant on a perfect loop, piercing the quiet of your shared bedroom with hiccups and needy sobs. Both yours and Dick’s heads shot to the direction of your phone where it lay face down, the light of the screen peeking from the space between it and the sheets.
He looked to you incredulously and you shrugged with a shake of your head. “Nope, this is all you.”
He huffed like he’d been slapped. “Jesus christ,” he reached for the phone with one arm as he stayed hovered over you, the over planted firmly under you to keep you flush against him.
“Baby wants her dada, it can’t be helped,” you snickered into the palm of your hand. “Afterall, it’s good practice.” You felt his grip on you tighten a fraction, and he glanced over at you from the corner of his eye.
Once he’d fought and won against the virtual infant — and by winning, it meant he shut your phone off completely and chucked it onto the nightstand — he dived onto you like a beast on the prowl.
“Let’s have a baby,” Dick said in the middle of grinding against your thigh, your eyelashes fluttering from the heat of his body on yours. “You know, some practice.”
“Oh my God,” you howled with laughter at the way his face had even flushed at his own admission. “You’re insane.”
“Why?” he nipped at your bottom lip playfully. “Doesn’t baby need her dada?” You shoved at his shoulders with a fit of giggles that made him hang his head low, forehead pressed against your sternum in shame.
“I love you,” you whispered and he nodded, smitten, pressing soft kisses into your skin. “Yeah,” he chuckled breathlessly. “Don’t ever let me have cookies before bed again.”
contrary, dick grayson is not a cheating manwhore and anything even remotely close to that being described as his personality is propaganda from the cia to distract you from the fact that he’s the puppiest of all pup boyfriends with the bad luck of debilitating attachment issues that usually manifests in him falling hard and very fast because like i said, puppy.
he will eat out of your hands (and eat you out, yum) and worship at your feet if you treat him right and the concept of another taking your place doesn’t even cross his mind because he’s too busy thinking about you you you and telling everybody who will listen.
disloyalty is the antithesis of this man’s character. he stuck by bruce, he stuck by jason, he’s the one everyone calls because they know he’ll be there so there isn’t a single parallel earth where cheating on you is an option. the only thing you should be worried about is him being paranoid that you’ll cheat on him (even though he loves you and the trust he has for you is paramount, he knows his faults) because he isn’t around as much as he’d like to be, but he tries!
dick grayson is a trying man. a very persistent man. and sort of obsessive. he gets antsy when he thinks someone else might have your attention when he’s gone.
it drives him so crazy that he ends up overcompensating, which is hilarious because now you have way more flowers than there is space to put them and all of a sudden he wants to do lunch and dinner and a movie but also ice skating because he heard you mention it once, and oh! don’t forget you two have to go to that wayne gala thing but also stay in and cuddle all night (or as far as the night can stretch before he has to patrol) — he’s hilarious, he’s stupid, he’s sensitive and he’s so yours, please love him.

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not realizing you’re talking to your ex-boyfriend!sukuna while drunk !
you were way too drunk and the sigma chi house was spinning.
the music thumped through the walls and your head felt light and fuzzy, but you were smiling anyway, red cup dangling from your fingers as you leaned against the wall for balance. your friends had disappeared ages ago and you didn’t really mind.
that’s when you saw him.
tall. pink hair. tattoos crawling up his arms. he looked really familiar but your drunk brain couldn’t connect the dots. you just knew he was stupidly hot standing there by the stairs with his arms crossed.
you stumbled over with a bright smile.
“hi,” you said, voice soft and sweet. “you have the prettiest eyes. like… scary pretty.”
sukuna looked down at you and his eyebrow raised, but he didn’t move away. the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.
“yeah?” he asked, voice low.
you nodded, stepping closer until you were leaning into his space. he smelled so good. warm and a little sweet, just like someone you used to know.
“mhm. my ex had eyes like yours,” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his arm because the room wouldn’t stop tilting. “he was mean looking but really nice to me. i miss him a lot actually.”
sukuna stayed quiet, one big hand coming up to steady you by the waist so you wouldn’t fall.
you kept talking, words spilling out easily now that someone was listening.
“we broke up because i thought he didn’t care enough but… he used to do the sweetest things. like bringing me coffee before class or letting me play with his hair even when he acted all tough about it.” you sighed softly. “i think i messed up. i still wear his hoodie to sleep sometimes.”
his grip on your waist tightened just a little.
“you’re drunk,” he murmured.
“super drunk,” you agreed with a little laugh, tilting your head up to look at him again. “but i mean it. he was the best. made me feel safe even when he was quiet and scary. you kinda look like him, it’s weird.”
sukuna let out a quiet breath that sounded almost like a laugh. he guided you through the crowd with a hand on your lower back, taking you upstairs without saying much. you didn’t even question it. his room felt familiar but everything was blurry.
he sat you on the edge of his bed and grabbed a bottle of water, crouching down in front of you so you could drink it. his hand rested gently on your knee the whole time.
“you’re really nice,” you whispered, eyes half closed. “my ex was nice like this too. when nobody else was looking.”
he didn’t answer right away. just brushed some hair out of your face with careful fingers and helped you lie down. when you reached out and grabbed his hand he paused.
“stay?” you asked softly.
sukuna sighed, but it was the soft kind. he sat on the edge of the bed and let you keep holding his hand, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles while you drifted off.
“yeah,” he said quietly, watching you fall asleep in his bed again. “i’m not going anywhere.”
Please?
Summary - Jason plans out a whole proposal only to forget everything when he gets down on one knee.
Jason has always been a planner. Even when he was young he took comfort in making a plan. It makes him feel more confident in himself and in his abilities if he can make a plan and at least a dozen contingencies for said plan.
So when it came to him proposing to you he planned it out for months in advance.
You had begun dropping hints after your third anniversary, staring too long at rings in the windows of a jewelry store, making a secret wedding Pinterest board that he found open on accident on your phone, bringing up the future often.
Jason would be an idiot to not see your hints and come hell or high water he was going to make it happen.
restaurant that he knows is a front for the mafia but makes the best cannolis he has ever had so he lets it slide.
I giggled so much at this
No, because out of all people, I can see Jason really doing this. Him giving a whole ass long speech minutes ago and then forgetting the basic four words is so him in this situation. And this is so well written and detailed!!
Love the tiny detail of how dick and roy are there for support but then also fight among each other. Also I wonder if the batfam were there to witness it (since they helped) and after they hear him just utter please, I know for a fact jason is getting teased to oblivion.