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Your sexy nerd boyfriend and your obsession with his gloved hands

Smvt, medplay if you really, really squint, a little bit of authority play

Life in a lab wasn’t all that bad. Especially not for you. Science nerd, doing fun experiments all alongside your boyfriend. The one and only Dr. Grace. Well, it was fun until your mind wandered. 

Of course you loved all of him. He was your boyfriend, you loved every bit. Even the annoying parts. But one thing you adored was his hands. More so when he had gloves on. That had your mind running wild. What they’d feel like on your tongue. On your body. In your-

“Hey, can you look at this sample?” 

His voice snapped you right out of your daydream. “Sorry, what?” You asked. He chuckled a bit, seeing your dazed face. “The sample. Can you take a look?” He repeated. “Oh, yeah, sure,” you mumbled, trying to act like you weren’t having the most disgusting daydream you could ever think of. 

He noticed. Duh. He noticed everything. Every time you acted off, he noticed. “You okay?” He asked. You nodded, trying to brush it off. Trying to avoid his gaze. You couldn’t look at him. How could you? Not with that lab coat, glasses, and the gloves. God, the gloves. 

It didn’t stop after that day. It kept happening everyday you went to the lab with him. You guys would put on your gloves for safety along with other safety gear, you’d begin the experiment, you refrain from your thoughts… until you’d explode and have to look away from him until you were done with the experiment. 

One day, you decided to test your own experiment. On him. Gloves on, he hadn’t touched anything yet. Not really, just his pencil and the slight push up of his glasses. So, you rubbed his arm and rested your head on his shoulder. “Hi, angel,” he said softly. You replied with a soft “hi” back. You thought before an idea came to you. 

“Could you examine this, Dr. Grace?” You asked quietly. “Dr. Grace? Getting serious now?” He chuckled, “examine what, sweetheart?” You smiled a bit before leaning closer, “me?” 

He choked on air. “W-What?” Did he hear you right? Surely not. “Could you examine me, Dr. Grace?” you asked again. Yep. He heard you right. And he obliged almost immediately. Slowly, he took your lab coat off and took you to an empty lab bench. Out of sight from anyone. Blinds down. Door locked. Perfect. 

Slowly, he got rid of the rest of your clothes, taking his time. Kisses here and there. He was about to take off the gloves, but you stopped him. “No,” you said quickly, “keep them on.” Then. it clicked. “Is this what’s been driving you crazy?” He smirked. “Don’t get cocky,” you said flatly. He listened. 

He also gently bent you over the lab bench. Taking his time. Making sure to use the gloves like you clearly wanted. Dr. Grace reached his hand over, chin on your shoulder as he slid his gloved thumb into your mouth. Exploring. Examining. 

His thumb tapped your tongue once or twice before dragging it down carefully. “Good,” he said quietly. He had you suck two gloved fingers until he deemed it good. He reached down and carefully made his insertion. 

The sensation made you gasp. It was how you expected it to feel. Perfect. “Easy, baby,” he whispered, kissing your spine, “take your time. No rush. We want this examination to be thorough, don’t we?” You nodded with a slight exhale. You leaned forward and let him work on you. Enjoying it like he told you too. 

“You’re doing so good,” he mumbled, “absolutely perfect.” You moaned, getting muffled by his other gloved hand. “Shhh, we don’t want anyone to hear, do we?” You shook your head and groaned into his palm. “That’s what I thought,” he said. 

He kept his fingers moving painfully slow, but just enough to get you there. Shaking and whining against his palm until you felt the tight coil burst in your core. “There we go,” he whispered, looking at his gloved fingers with a little smirk. “Examination complete, darling. Looking good,” he told you. “Same time next week?” You joked breathlessly. 

((I don't like the ending of this so maybe I'll redo it later))

Tim enjoyed looking at life through a lens. It helped him to just slow down for a moment and focus on the little things. Not to mention taking photos after a hard day always relaxed him, seeing that there was still something beautiful buried under all the ugliness of Gotham. 

He never thought he had a favorite subject to shoot. Until he met you. 

You were everything he looked for when taking photos. Bright and bold yet natural and candid when you wanted to be. You were his muse, yes, but also his best friend. 

Just friends. And Tim was fine with that label until he was asked about it. “Wow, that’s a really nice photo, Tim,” Dick nodded, “are you two dating?” The innocent question made Tim freeze for a moment. Dating? No. And that was the answer he gave. 

He didn’t think that the answer would make him lay in bed staring at his ceiling all night. Best friends. That’s all you guys were, right? Nothing more, nothing less. At least that was what he kept telling himself until he absolutely couldn’t stand it anymore. A crush. It seemed silly, saying he had a crush on someone like he was in middle school. But he did. 

His solution was to try and be subtle. Completely unnoticeable. 

Totally fine. He was Red Robin, he could hold up an act. Put on a face. Except his photos began to give it away. Yes, you were always a muse, but now? Now, the photos were getting painfully obvious that he admired and adored you. Pictures where it was crowded, yet the focus was only on you. Moments where you were out somewhere to get ice cream and he edited the picture to make you seem even brighter than you already were. So many photos that gave everything away. 

So, he kept it to himself. Or at least he tried. 

You had asked to see some of the more recent photos he took and he was too distracted to think about the fact that most of them were centered around you. And of course you noticed when you were the center of every photo. How could you not. 

This is a small one, but them living in their lil house has been on my mind lately

They would be so good at interior design

Definitely have that Lenox Spice Village

Have a brown cat named Walt Whitman 

Live in a farmhouse with a wrap around porch 

Only warm lighting 

Grape themed kitchen with all the vines on the cabinets and stuff 

I feel like this is a common one, but I think that Neil took Todd’s last name because he wanted to detach from his father 

Huge closet full of candles 

They have a little garden in the back that Neil isn’t allowed to take care of because he doesn’t have even an inkling of a green thumb unlike Todd

Combined closet. They wear each other's clothes a lot.

Neil: Doesn’t do it too often, but when he’s had a rough day or a heavy argument with his father, he’ll use it to unwind. Especially uses it for when he can’t sleep or has bad thoughts running through his head. He uses either a joint or a gummy depending on how stressed he is and what he’s trying to use it for. Joints are for when he’s more stressed and edibles are to help him fall asleep. 

Todd: Obviously, Charlie was the one who showed him. I feel like it’s similar to that one TPOBAW scene where he unknowingly eats the brownie LMAO. Once he gets high, he does it almost daily since he feels much less anxious and his thoughts are calmer. He likes the way his head gets quiet. Prefers to get high through edibles since he stress bakes anyway. 

Charlie: The one who got them into smoking and is also the dealer. Certified yapper when high, he’s not even thinking about what he’s saying. He’s not too picky on how he gets high, but he prefers blunts over anything. On the rare occasion he’s not yapping to someone, he’s locked in on something like homework, the saxophone, or some obscure hobby he picked up. 

Knox: Not big on getting high, but will take a few hits when offered. He doesn’t buy any of his own stuff, so he just sticks to what the other dead poets are willing to share. He did try to get high on his own once but got really freaked out and ended up greening out in his dorm. 

Cameron: Mostly just a social smoker. If he’s with someone and they ask if he wants to smoke, he’ll usually say yes. Like Charlie, he’s not too picky with what he uses, but prefers pipes and bowls. Surprisingly very open when he’s high, like he’ll tell you how much you mean to him and how he hopes you don’t hate him. 

Pitts: I can see him being just as bad as Charlie honestly. He adores his bong and decorates it with stickers. The main reason he does it is so he can get baked and listen to music. It just sounds so much better when he’s completely gone. He has the others make him different mixtapes so he can listen to each of his friends music tastes without having to think too hard.  

Neil: Most likely out to see a play. He’d be the kind to point out fun facts about the characters lines or what they were wearing and why it’s significant. Afterwards, you guys would go on a late night walk while talking about your favorite parts of the play. Once he drops you off at your dorm, he gives you a little kiss on the cheek just in case a real one would be too much. 

Todd: Picnic date enthusiast. He sets out a little blanket by the lake and brings a bunch of snacks in a basket. Adores it when you lay your head in his lap because he gets to gently touch your face and pick flowers for you to hold while you just bask in the sun. Loves laying with you and taking small naps in the grass. 

Charlie: Classic diner date. Yes, he orders one milkshake with two straws to share. Yes, you both think it’s corny, but in a cute way. He saved up to play a few of your favorite songs on the jukebox which he’s very proud of. Does that thing where he pretends he’s yawning but is actually just trying to put his arm around your shoulder. 

Knox: Loves a movie date. Big sucker for romance movies and enjoys watching them with you (even if he ends up crying over the movie a little). If you don’t like the movie, he tries so hard to come up with the “perfect date” but you guys just end up at his dorm cuddling and talking. He’s relieved you don’t mind and he enjoys holding you close. 

Cameron: Early morning hike. He’d plan it a week in advance just in case you’d want to back out (none of the other Dead Poets ever wanted to get up this early to hike with him). When you show up at the ass crack of dawn, he’s ecstatic. Since it’s almost a 2 hour hike, he makes sure he has everything in his backpack and he’s constantly asking if you’re okay and if you need anything. 

Pitts: Simple coffee date. He likes sitting in a cozy corner while talking to you, the faint sounds of chatter and mugs clinking together. Probably talks about books, movies, and other things he thinks you’d like and offers to lend you what he has if he thinks you’d really enjoy it. Also tries to leave a hoodie at your dorm just because he thinks you look adorable wearing his clothes. 

(authors note: I know the last two DPS hc’s are from my batboy hc’s but I’m tired and don’t have many ideas 😭)

Neil:  “Hey, could I- oops!” Would probably just cover his eyes and shut the door, locking it for you. Definitely knocking next time. 

Todd: “Would y- AH!-”Closing his eyes, bumping into things, apologizing. Honestly, I could see him crying after and not talking or looking at you for a while. 

Charlie: “You’ll never believe what I- oh, hello.” Jokingly flirting at first, but would shut your door and turn around to continue normal conversation. 

Knox: “Did you have- AH, NO, SORRY!”Crying because he’s scared Chris is going to find out and hate him. Doesn’t go into your room without knocking again. 

Cameron: “You forgot to- AHHH!”Screams like a little girl, screams at you to lock your door if you’re going to change. 

Pitts: “When do you think the others- oh, my bad, anyway…” Personally, I headcannon that he has sisters, so he’s used to having conversations with his back turned and facing the wall. 

Neil: Probably the most normal one out of all of them. He’d wake up with that sore throat feeling, his body a bit hotter than normal and he’d ask Todd to let the other’s know he’s sick. Spends his day sleeping and reading plays and gets confused as to why his body heats up more when Todd brings him some soup and medicine. It’s definitely not because of his fever.  

Todd: Freaks out about all the work he’s going to miss out on, but would rather stay in bed than get sick all over the halls. Nervous to tell Neil because he doesn’t want Neil to stay away from him just because he’s sick. Enjoys his time getting better by sleeping and writing, enjoys it more when Neil comes back from classes to keep him company while he doesn’t feel good.

Charlie: The most whiny bitch you’ll ever encounter. I kid you not, the second he finds out he’s sick, he’s complaining to everyone. Tries to stay in bed for the day, but is much too antsy to actually do that, so Neil finds him curled up on the common room couch, sleeping soundly. The dead poets have to help him back upstairs because going down was much easier than going back up and he gets a warm feeling in his chest from being taken care of by people, something he didn’t get much of growing up. 

Knox: I feel like he’d wake up, figure out he’s sick, and immediately fall back asleep. He doesn’t tell anyone, they kind of just figure it out. He wants people to call Chris so that she can bring him soup and medicine and take care of him in his dorm, which Neil and Charlie are all for. The other’s are a bit hesitant because they don’t know how she’d react, but are pleasantly surprised when she comes over with a little care basket. 

Cameron: Denies it. He’s not sick, he never gets sick. He goes about his day like normal, but halfway through gives up and goes to the nurse. When he lugs himself back to his dorm, Meeks and Knox are waiting there to make sure he’s alright and there’s a small tray on his desk with things he would need when he was sick from the other dead poets (it was Neil’s idea). Would spend his time in bed trying to do homework and make up work, but would be too tired and end up falling asleep with the pen in his hand. 

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I specifically do matchup trades and it's hard for me to find anyone that writes for the batfamily! I was just wondering if you would ever be open to doing a trade? If not that's cool! I'm just curious is all :)

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I won't lie, I had to look up what this meant 💀

BUT I think it's when you give some descriptions of yourself and I match you up with a batfam member???? If not, someone pls help jksadhfhsdkfjh

omg yes, as a sleepy person, i LOVE this idea!!!

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Batboys x Sleepy gn!reader

Bruce Wayne

Being home late meant low chances of having an actual conversation with you. He needed help setting up the gala for tomorrow and you guys were supposed to plan it tonight

“My love, wake up for a minute. We have to set the plans, remember.” 

You sat up for a moment, sitting next to him in bed to help him. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long seeing as you almost immediately fell asleep on his shoulder. 

He just sighed and put his laptop away, figuring you guys could plan it later or just use what you had. 

It was a bit funny though, seeing you so out of it trying to stay awake and focus on the plans. 

“And I think we should serve lemonade with the… darling? Are you listening?” “Hm? Yeah…” 

Dick Grayson 

He usually came home to you sleeping after patrol, so he figured he’d have to wake you up if he wanted to discuss tomorrow's date plans.

“Babe? Hey, wake up, I gotta talk to you…” 

It works…for a few seconds. You woke up, but mumbled something incoherent before falling back asleep. 

Dick just chuckled and shrugged it off, figuring he could just talk to you in the morning. The date wasn’t until later anyway, and sleeping beside you seemed more appealing at the moment.

“It’s okay… I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, sweetheart.” 

Jason Todd

Poor Jason couldn’t sleep at all. He tried everything from warm drinks to meditation, but nothing seemed to work. So, he called you. 

“Hey, y/n? Yeah, uhm… can I come over?” 

He got a half mumbled ‘yeah’ before heading over. Of course when he did, you were tucked in, all cute and sleepy. 

Jay slipped in next to you, snuggling against you and had the easiest time falling asleep. However, in the morning, you looked shocked, not remembering him coming in. 

“...when did you even get here?!” 

Tim Drake

It was always a 50/50 with Tim. Either he slept anytime, anywhere, or he couldn’t sleep at all. Tonight, he couldn’t sleep. So, he called you. 

“Hey, baby, I can’t sleep. Can we just uhh… talk for a while?” 

He got all warm and gushy when he heard your muffled little ‘yes’ from under your blankets. 

But he quickly realized you weren’t the best person to talk to when you were tired. You couldn’t hold a conversation at all and eventually, he found out that you sleep talk. It was a pleasant surprise to him.

“What are you saying now, hm?” “The banana… lost my hat.” “Oh, yeah, I bet.” 

Damian Wayne

The second you opened your eyes when he walked into the room as Robin, he thought he had completely blown his cover. Apparently, he didn’t. 

“Go back to bed… you don’t see anything.” 

He was shocked it actually worked, but he shouldn’t have been too surprised. He knew you’d take any and every opportunity to sleep. 

Damian hastily got out of his Robin suit and got into pajamas, sliding into bed next to you. It was a bit of a funny thought to him, the fact that you didn’t even question Robin being in your room… right? 

This is such a good idea because I feel like they'd all have different reactions with similar actions, so here it is! :D

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Batboys - When You Find Out Their Identity

Dick Grayson

As his best friend/partner, it was a bit of a shock that he was Nightwing. Your sweet, funny, caring best friend was actually a crime fighting detective? No way. 

Well, it wasn’t that much of a shock. He’d always leave hangouts early and wouldn’t text you back for hours on end. After you found out he was Nightwing, it made a lot of sense. 

If you were dating, he’d be so upset he didn’t get to be the one who told you. He didn’t want you finding out like this. Dick wanted to keep it on the down low until he could fully ensure your safety. So the fact that you figured it out crushed him a bit. 

But after you found out, he told you everything. His story. The reason he became Robin, what he did as Robin, why he stopped being Robin, and how he became Nightwing. He didn’t give anyone else’s identity away, of course. But he knew you could figure it out. 

Since you know now, he enjoys climbing in through your window after patrols, bringing food with him so you guys can watch movies and talk about your days. 

Jason Todd

He was devastated when you found out. The one person he cared about most, now in danger because of him. Of course, you were shocked too, and he wanted nothing more but to explain everything. 

It was terrifying for him, telling you his story of Robin, his death, becoming Red Hood. But it was a nice surprise for him that you were okay with it. It was an even nicer surprise that you admired him more for it. 

Before you knew who he was, he made you a bit anxious. Jason had you constantly wondering if he actually liked you as a person or not. He was always canceling things at the last minute, or overall just not showing up to hang out with you when he promised he would that time. It also explained the constant injuries he couldn’t explain. So, it was a big relief finally knowing the answers.  

Now that you know he’s Red Hood, he still thinks he put you in danger. That’s why he slipped a tracker in the souls of your shoes. Every. Single. Pair. Not to mention he now tracks your phone and asks Barbara, Oracle, to check on you every so often. 

And obviously he’s going to break into your place when he’s hurt. He needs someone to patch him up, and he trusts you more than anyone. Totally not an excuse just to see you. 

Tim Drake

Anxiety. Immediate anxiety for him. You finding out his identity was his top fear for two reasons. The first reason being he didn’t want you in any danger, the second reason being he didn’t want his ass kicked by Batman. 

He was quick to explain himself, you could hardly get a word in before he dumped it all onto you. How he basically stalked Batman and Nightwing, how he chose to be Robin, why he chose to be Robin. The whole nine yards. 

As stealthy as Tim was, he was kind of bad at hiding it. He trusted you a bit too much and his excuses were poor. He wouldn’t tell you why he had to leave early or why he had to cancel. He just did. Plus, the injuries were a bit of a tell that he was fighting frequently. 

Naturally, he’d swing you around Gotham sometimes. If he wasn’t doing that and he had to focus on watching the city, he would have the other’s track you and see what you were up to, just to keep you safe. 

Like the others, he breaks in through your window. Most times he waits until you’re asleep to sneak in. He sits at the edge of your bed, softly grazing his fingers along your cheek as you sleep soundly. 

Damian Wayne 

Instantly, he’s mad at himself. How could he be so careless? He’s even more mad at himself now that he’s put you in danger. 

You weren’t shocked, really. I mean if anyone you knew was going to be kicking ass in the late hours of the night, it would be him. He had fast reflexes and was a little too stoic. He was always just… off. Leaving randomly without saying anything, his fight instinct going off whenever there’s a slight threat, and more. The list is long. 

He never told you how he became Robin. He barely talks about himself as is. However, he will drop little things about him once in a while. 

Damian doesn’t trust anyone else to keep watch on you, so he does it himself. On patrol, he checks your location when he gets the chance just to make sure you’re where you said you’d be and not in some strange, underground warehouse. 

Dick Grayson

He’s not one to get jealous easily. You really gotta work it outta him. 

“Who flirted with you? Oh, weird. What? Why would I be mad? I trust you.” 

Of course if someone flirted with you to get under his skin, he’d be pissed. 

First of all, he doesn’t want you being used like that. You don’t deserve to be uncomfortable because someone else wants to get to him. Second of all, you’re his.

“So actually, that’s my partner you’re flirting with. Mine. Stop it.” 

Jason Todd

Whoever decided to flirt with you did not understand what they were getting themselves into. 

“I’m sorry, what happened, baby? Who said that?” 

You regret telling him someone innocently flirted with you, thinking you were single. 

He doesn’t care that it was innocent. You’re his. He wishes a slow and painful death to anyone who even thinks of getting with you. Needless to say, he’s very clingy after that. 

“Acting different how? I just want to show you I love you… and show everyone else you’re mine.” 

Tim Drake

Doesn’t know what to do with this feeling. 

“Someone… flirted… with you… huh.” 

He’s upset. Jealous. Possessive. But he doesn’t want to scare you off or make you think he doesn’t trust you. He does trust you, just not other people. Especially in Gotham. 

Tim makes a point to go with you everywhere just so he can show people you’re his and protect you from creeps. 

“You’re getting food? This late at night? …Well, hold on, let me put shoes on. What do you mean why? I’m going!” 

Damian Wayne  

Gives you the silent treatment, but doesn’t tell you why. 

There’s a good chance he won’t even face you. Until you guess why he’s giving you the silent treatment. 

He turns and ducks his head a bit in your direction, a bodily clue that you’ve guessed correctly. 

Once you reassure him he doesn’t have to worry, he apologizes.