#batuniverse

  The first cramp hit you square in the stomach while you were in mid-swing, and you let out a shriek, your grapple gun slipping from your gloved fingers.

  “(y/s/n)!” you heard Nightwing yell as you tore towards the ground, wind rushing past your ears. A scream was being ripped from your throat, and you thought you were a goner until-

  “Gotcha!”

Dick’s arm was secured tightly around your waist- he swung up to a rooftop and set you down.

  “(y/s/n)? Are you alright? You terrified me there,” he breathed.

You nodded, your heart pounding due to your near death experience.

  Then another cramp hit you, and you doubled over with a groan.

“Nightwing-”

  “(y/s/n)? (y/n)? What’s happening?!” he asked/yelled.

“Nothing,” you straightened up, breathing heavily. “I have to go home.”

  “(y/n). What’s happening!?”

“I-uh-” you began. “It’s my period.”

  Even under the mask, you could tell that Dick now had a clueless expression. 

“Oh,” he said. 

  “Home!” he added.

As emasculated (not in the male sense)  as it made you feel, your period really weakened you. Some women were lucky to not have cramps or nausea or aches or dizziness. You were not one of those lucky women- you felt sick and sore all over.

  You were currently tucked up in Nightwing’s- Dick’s- bed, looking around his bedroom. Your roommate was out of town, and Dick insisted on not leaving you alone in your own apartment.

  You had one sanitary pad with you, you always kept one tucked in a compartment in your belt, because emergencies happen. But you had only one, and you needed more.

 “Dick?” you asked, as sweetly as you possibly could, when he came into the room with two mugs of hot chocolate.

  “(y/n)?” he asked, smiling as he set down a mug of chocolate beside you.

“Would you mind running down to the nearest convenience store and getting me some sanitary pads?”

  “Um...yeah, sure, I’ll get your pads,” he replied.

“Thank you,” you said, taking up the hot chocolate and sipping it. The warmth seemed to spread from  your ears to the tips of your toes.

“Pads...where in the what now?” Dick stood in front of the aisle with all the products, confused out of his mind.

  “Which one do I-” he reached for a box of tampons and began reading the label.

  “Dick?”

He jumped and turned around.

 “Damian?!”

Damian Wayne studied him with his eyebrows high up on his forehead.

“What are you doing here?” Dick asked.

“I came along with Pennyworth to pick some food out for myself. What is that?” Damian asked, motioning to the box in Dick’s hands.

“What, these? These aren’t for me!” Dick replied hastily, stowing his hands behind his back.

  Possibly the stupidest thing he could’ve said in that situation. Damian’s eyebrows went as high as they could on his face, then he grinned.

  “What are you hiding, Grayson? Show me!” he said.

“I am hiding nothing,” replied Dick, blushing slightly.

“Yes, sure, I’ll-” Damian lunged for him, but Dick was quicker. He moved aside and pushed the boy into the aisle, taking off.

  “Hey!” yelled Damian, now beginning to have fun. He climbed up the rack, saw Dick making for the counter and basically jumped a few to land on Dick’s back.

  “Show me what you’re buying!” the boy yelled.

“AAAGH, I’M JUST BUYING SOMETHING DAMIAN, WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL?”

“yOU WON’T SHOW ME WHAT IT IS YOU HAVE TO BUY!”

“Sir!”

  An attendee rushed towards both boys, and Damian dropped to the ground. 

“I didn’t even get to buy the stuff!” Dick whined, sitting outside the store with Damian, who was waiting for Alfred.

  “I can’t believe the attendee had the audacity to kick us out,” he muttered. “What was it that you were going to buy, Dick?”

  “Nothing,” Dick replied. “Just something for (y/n).”

Damian’s ears perked up.

  “(y/n)? Like that girl? The one that’s always with you on patrol?” 

“Ahem, yeah, the girl, so?” Dick said, biting his lower lip.

“You were buying her a present!”

  “What-? Well, um, okay, a present. Of sorts. I have to get back to her now, Damian, I’ll be seeing you-”

  “So wait, why were you buying her a present? Is it her birthday?”

“No.”

  Damian’s eyes widened. 

He grinned at Dick and began the childish taunting. 

“Richard was buying a present for a girl he liiiiiiikes! Oh, I’m going to tell everyone about this. And you didn’t want me to see the present! Ooh, I’m going to tell Todd. And Drake, oh and I’ll tell Father too!”

Dick face palmed as he walked to his car, but there was nothing he could do now. Jason and Tim were going to give him real hell.

“Where were you?” you whined. “You took ages! I’m needy right now, Grayson, I-oof!- I want you hereeeee.”

  Dick put down a box of pads by the dresser. 

“There,” he said. “Took me hell to get it. Damian saw me buying something and I hid it from him, and now he thinks I was buying you a present.”

  You frowned. 

“What’s so bad about that? I like presents.”

“Well-” Dick gestured vaguely in the air, “he’ll...tell everyone I was getting some sort of a present for you, which I wouldn’t let him see....”

  Tilting your head, you asked why that would be sch a bad thing.

“Oh, nevermind! It’s nothing,” he murmured, scratching the back of his head.

  You slumped back into his pillows- ah, those plush, comfy pillows. Dick had an amazing bed.You cocooned yourself in covers.

  “So, uh,” he sat down awkwardly on the foot of the bed. You patted the space next to you, and he sidled up.

  “You wanna, maybe, do something? Also, I’ve brought over cupcakes, they’re in the kitchen...”

  “In the kitchen? What are they doing in the kitchen? They should be in my mouth!” you said.

“Hehe, yeah, I’ll get them for you- maybe you’d like to watch a movie?”

You nodded, giving him a bright smile.

  He brought over a box of cupcakes and a six pack of your favorite (flavor) soda, and you offered him some of the covers you were hogging.