#dad!dickgrayson

a/n: saw a tiktok and thought of dick grayson.

“feel good, babe?” dick mumbles as he tilts his head down to look at you, his fingers prodding softly at your feet.

it was a sweet gesture of your husband to do. every time he found you relaxing on the couch in the evening, he’d lift your feet into his lap and massage them gently.

it was practically part of your schedule. after a long day, you’d relax and have dick message your feet.

“feels amazing.” you hum, letting your eyes flutter shut and your body relax into the soft living room couch as a movie plays on the tv screen.

“good, just relax, baby. let me take care of you.”

and you do. you sigh in relief. your feet have been aching for a while. having to be on your feet all day, chasing after your toddler. she was going through a phase where running from you was her favorite game.

your relaxation doesn’t last long when your ears prick up to the pitter-patter of light feet hitting the wooden floor.

twisting your head, you’re met with a round, chubby face that wears the same pout as you, bright blue eyes, and dark curls. your little girl.

she twists her head, looking back and forth at you and dick. her frown deepens more as she places her chubby little hands on her hips. she was clearly feeling moody, sassy, and left out.

you watch as she climbs onto the other side of dick with a little huff. “dad, me too!” she demands, placing her feet onto his other thigh. you couldn’t help but laugh at your little girl; it was just adorable.

“bossy,” dick laughs gently, bringing his other hand to massage her little foot. your heart swells. dick always manages to take care of both you and your daughter. “just like your mom.” he mutters teasingly.

scoffing gently, you nudge your foot into his hand, your eyes playfully narrowing at him. he gives you that charming smile of his, the one that makes you melt into his hands.

“we need another boy. i’m tired of being surrounded by you two,” dick teases lightly, with no bite to his words. his eyes are soft and his smile relaxed. he adored his two favorite girls. “you’re both really demanding, ya know.”

“yeah, right, dick. you’re right where you want to be.” You mumble, looking up at him pointedly. you know you’re right. dick never once made you feel like you weren’t adored or loved.

“you got me.” he laughs, leaning in. he presses a soft, small kiss onto your lips.

a/n: i need to get dick grayson pregnant.

“dad, sit still!” is the first thing you hear from your toddler when you step out of your bathroom after a long, relaxing bath. that your husband, dick insisted you should have. your husband always pushed for you to relax whenever you could, especially when you had your daughter with you all day long. he always made sure you were taken care of.

“can you not pull on my hair, princess?!” is the next thing you hear, you’re confident it’s dicks voice, though it’s not his usual tone… he sounds a bit panicky, maybe even a bit scared?

not once have you ever heard dick grayson sound so scared, which has you confused. what on earth could your little girl be doing to her father now? your daughter was a bit extreme; she was bossy and dramatic, maybe even a bit spoiled too. but you can’t rack up what could possibly have dick sound so terrified.

you quickly pad your way through the halls of your house to your living room. you stand in the doorway, witnessing dicks makeover.

with raised eyebrows, you watch silently as your daughter forces dick to lie back down (by pulling his hair) onto the living room floor so she can do his makeup.

she has all her kids’ makeup products lined up on the floor next to her: a little eyeshadow palette in the shape of a butterfly; bright pink blush; tiny makeup brushes, and of course, cotton candy-flavored lip gloss that was pink and sparkly.

oh your poor husband fell into a trap.

“you have to be still!” she scolds him again with a concentrated look on her chubby face, you watch as she dips a makeup brush into her blush and harshly applies it onto dicks cheek bones.

yikes, that color.

“i’m being very still.”

“you keep moving.” she snarks back, trading her blush makeup brush for the small eyeshadow sponge, dipping it into a bright blue color.

with narrowed blue eyes and a pout, she silently threatens your husband to stay still as she packs on the blue eyeshadow.

dick looks scared for his life right now, and that’s when you lose it. you burst out laughing. your big, muscular husband is scared of your little baby.

at the sound of your laughter, they both twist their heads towards where you’re standing, looking like twins.

“you’re letting her do your makeup?”

“she begged me, baby.” dick informs with a grumble, embarrassed you’re witnessing this. “i didn’t know it would be like this,”

“i thought she meant fake makeup.”

that gets a snort out of you, you watch as she pushes dicks forehead down again, so she can continue putting eyeshadow on him.

“are you regretting some life choices right now?” you question with an amused smile, watching as your toddler grabs the cotton candy lip gloss.

“yes.”

“dad, close!” she instructs as she rolls the sparkly lip gloss onto dicks lips. once finished and satisfied with her craft, your little girl lifts her head and gives you a smile.

she had the cutest little smile, you couldn’t help but be charmed, your heart twisting inside your chest knowing she’s growing up fast.

“doesn’t he look pretty, mom?”

you nod along, and then an idea pops.

you quickly grab your phone, taking his picture. you know you’ll need proof when you tell everyone about this.

“are you taking a picture?!”

“no.” you lie swiftly, taking more pictures.

“you better not send those to anyone.”

“i won’t.” you smile. you both know you’re lying.

“yeah right,” dick scoffs, grumbling under his breath. “this is what i get for being a good husband and father?”