#dc hcs

↠ dick grayson. he adores it so much. the moment he sees it, he's picking it up and holding it next to his face with a bright smile. "oh, you even have the little escrima sticks.. this is so cute. i'm honored you have a little me watching over your place." he doesn't put it down until he leaves, seemingly absorbed in the idea that you went out and bought a tiny him.

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↠ jason todd. he blinks at it, confused at first, before a little laugh sounds when you tell him it's customized. "you really keep this where people can see it?" you only nod, smiling, like it's completely normal. "okay, yeah. thanks?" he's not entirely sure how to respond but every time he glances over to the tiny figure, he feels that content warmth in his gut.

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↠ tim drake. it's been on your shelf for a month, you're honestly surprised it's taken him this long to see it, and he only notices mid turn during a rant. "is that...?" the rant is forgotten because he's too busy turning it over in his hand, mumbling about how the staff is wrong. "they at least-" he only stops because you're staring, eyes narrowed. "it's incredibly cool," he finally says, setting it back down.

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↠ damian wayne. "this is..." he turns it once or twice, thumb plucking the end of the plastic sword, "inaccurate." he glances at you and sets it back on the shelf, not really having much else to say. you assume he doesn't think about it, until two days later, there's a new one - you - next to it. he, surprisingly, didn't change any of the inaccuracies.

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↠ ted kord. oh, he's in love right off the bat and absolutely everything else being talked about is now on the backburner for the next thirty minutes. "we could build a whole set up for him.. we could make it look like a little enclosure. i can sketch up the design and you could find the pieces."

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↠ michael carter. the moment he sees it, he lights up and gasps like it's the biggest honor of all. "is that me?" it's in his hand before you even register what he's talking about. "i'm really your favorite person, huh?" you don't have to look to know he's grinning like he won the lottery.

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↠ roy harper. "look, i'm fun sized" he says, leaning close to inspect it, purposely not reaching to pick it up. "i knew you liked me, just didn't know it was this much." he is, of course, grinning when he nudges you with his shoulder. "when are we getting a tiny you for him?"

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↠ wally west. "please tell me you bought this on purpose and it wasn't just in a pack with others-" he's suddenly beside you, wiggling the lego in your face as if you weren't the one who owned it. "look at him- me? i'm so tiny. it's so cool."

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↠ barbara gordon. you notice the moment she sees it because the conversation dies and her attention is on your desk. "you keep this next to your work stuff?" she picks it up, turning one of the wheels of the little wheelchair. "can't believe you did this.." you mumble that she already looks over every other aspect of your life and she sets it back down. "smart then."

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↠ bart allen. "no waaaaay.." he's on the floor, inspecting the figure, moving it's little limbs, turning the head, playing with the goggles. "the goggles are so cool.. and the colors are right." he's pretty much in his own world until the idea hits. "c'mon, we gotta build it a house and stuff. you can't just let me freeze out in the open."

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↠ kon-el. he's staring at it from the couch, arms crossed. "you always had that?" you shake your head, saying it's only been a few months. "man, they really went all out, huh?" his head tips to you, "you know, the real one is right here.. you didn't need to get a tiny one for company."

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↠ cole cash. "that is the worst- is this me?" he's already plucking it up to turn it in his hand, looking at it as if it's existence somehow offended him. "willingly letting the world know you associate with me is terrible." he puts it back, nudging your hip. "like it, though."

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↠ terry mcginnis. he's definitely not snooping like he does every time he's at your place. "is this.. supposed to be me?" he picks up the little cowl sitting next to the figure, taking note of the customization. "so.. you keep batman.. next to your bed. that's, uh.. something."

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↠ hal jordan. "you own a lego of me?" you don't get the chance to reply before he's enveloped in playing with the green plastic constructs that had been lined up beside it. "this is kinda awesome.." by the time he's done, your shelf looks completely different because he's made a whole scene for it.

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↠ kyle rayner. you hold it out to him after digging it out of the package that had been waiting by your door. "they made.. me?" it's out of your hold and in his own, mumbling something incoherent as he inspects the lantern ring.

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↠ guy gardner. you could have guessed his reaction before he ever saw it. "of course they made one of me." he's grinning, resituating the shelf entirely so that his figure stands out from the rest. "there we go, much better. front and center right where it belongs."

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↠ cassandra cain. "this is.. me?" she looks at you then picks it up, thumb brushing over the flat line that would be the seam of her cowl. "you picked it?" she brightens when you nod, setting it back on the shelf, changing the positioning of the arms. "i like it."

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↠ bernard dowd. he doesn't even knock when he visits, barely getting a word out when he sees the new figure on your shelf; how he noticed it from the door, you have no idea. "oh my god, you made a lego of me?" he's already across the room, bag on the floor. "this is so cute. i look so... nerdy."

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↠ jay nakamura. he notices it, turns to talk to you, then spins back around. "what is that?" he's already in front of the shelf when you say 'you', his thumb brushing along where the lego goes from solid plastic to clear blue. "it's custom.. it's kind of sweet you have it on display like this."

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↠ thaddeus thawne. "this is what you consider good decoration?" you're about to comment on how that's self deprecating towards himself when he plucks it up. "you wasted your time painting this?" he looks over at you, holding it to the side between his first and second fingers. he just makes a sound of acknowledgment before putting it back.

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↠ cissie king-jones. "wow, someone really bought this? or was it part of some lot?" she's examining the little bow, flicking the plastic string. "you know this is, like... an informal, legally binding proposal, right?" she looks over with a grin, waving the tiny arrow.

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He opens the door regardless and your met with the sight of him and his happy, dopey little grin as you peer down at his hands: one of those reusable grocery bags and a whole thing of detergent in it, the orange and blue standing out against the woven shopping bag as it pokes out of the top of the bag.

Walking over to him, you can't help but just slightly tilt your head, smiling, "Can I ask why?"

"Why? Oh—well when we were calling this morning and you were doing your laundry you mentioned how you ran out of detergent but still had a bunch of softener and all," he then triumphantly holds up the bag like a prize, "so I got you detergent!"

He then pauses and stares at you, "Y'know what? Just sit down." He mildly commands and nudges you to your own couch as you stand in justified confusion from the snapped change in topic. He continues "Sit down, I'll do your laundry and I'm not having my partner be annoyed by separating white and coloured clothes...in fact I'll go do that and then save the best for last!"

"Which is?"

"Washing your panties?"

Trying to feign disgust you scrunch your face "You're disgusting."

"I love you!" he shoots straight to your heart

"Yeah, I love you too..."

Jason Todd:

Randomly recommends things he thinks you'll like

"Hey." he beckons to you, waving a book in the air when you walk into the shared apartment. His gaze remains mildly bored as he placed the book on the kitchenette island, sliding it to the side where you would end upstanding in front of.

Wearily, you place a hand on top of the book, nodding to him, "what's this?"

"Old book. I'm sure you'll like it." He say's casually, looking back down at his own book and he speaks idly, "It's got the stuff you love, just trust me on it."

Peering below you, you read the title, "'Pride and Prejudice'? What's it about?" you walk around the counter and now stood next to him, leaning over the table, hip pressed against the cold.

Jason just barely smirks, "Smart girl and heart throb that would've have a 19th century girl swooning. Seems like your style, babe." He grins and—almost naturally—rests his heavy hand on your lower back, "It's honestly one of my favorites, really great story..."

"You love telling me what to watch and read, Jason."

"Because I know what you love. Have you ever hated something I recommended you?" he asks, drumming his fingers on your waist without a coherent rhythm.

Speechless and pursing your lips to muster an answer, you couldn't help it, you did like the stuff he recommended, "Whatever, I'll go read." Exasperation sprinkled through your voice, yet a tad bit of excitement.

If Jason recommends it, it's definitely something you'll like.

Bruce Wayne:

Uses you as an excuse (Not in a demeaning way)

"No I'm sorry I can't attend—"

You enter his home office, holding your laptop in preparation to do your own work. However, you see the little twinkle in his eye.

It's the same twinkle that comes up when he cracks a case on an investigation, "I can't attend because my spouse and I have a...doctors appointment!"

You raise a brow and shoot a barely judgemental look towards him, and you watch as his lips purse into a silent flounder, checking his options of what to say, "They have the plague—or something plague adjacent. Yes, yes...bye bye now." and the sigh he lets out in relief.

You can't help but laugh at the display "You're so phoney, Bruce" you declare half-heartedly.

"Welcome to the lifestyle of a retired playboy billionaire. You learn how to be phony."

A grin draws itself onto yours and Bruce’s faces, parallels in your expressions as he gets to his feet.

“Unfortunately I have patrol. However, Dick and his friend want to eventually take over themselves. So…can I cash in that fake doctors appointment then?”

You smirk at the mild formality that remains even as he jokes, and reply "Any time, honey."

A smirk that stretches at his lip line then appears as he steps over in your direction, like some big magnet "...How about a preview?" He proposes with his hands resting on your waist, rubbing up and down to test between the curve from below your chest to your torso, then hips.

Yeah, maybe this isn't just a preview...

Kyle Rayner:

Doodling you

Sitting in the headquarter of the justice league, you fidget with a crappy old handheld game system that had been there for years, with your boyfriend across from you in a comfortable silence, relishing in the fact you both have no missions for the day...at least after that mission that had you both lazing back in a place where you probably shouldn't be.

Kyle pipes up, "Hey how should I draw your hair? How it normally is? Or in that way you like to style it?" then peering up at your curiously.

You barely glance at him, your focus still on the little handheld console, punching in buttons that appear on the adviced combos on the side, "Normal hair, I think it looks good right now."

Before you could even finish your sentence his pen was already scratching at the slightly thick parchment of his sketchbook, "Got it, I already drew you in your different hair styles the other day anyway." he asserts matter of factly.

His eyes trace the lines within the book, and prided himself silently at how harmoniously the lines came together to create a mini portrait of yourself.

He admired you in all the styles on his page, in which he used it for a facial study.

The shape of your jaw in one, the averted gaze in another, the pout of your lips in yet another. Thank god he practically memorised how to draw you...

Dick Grayson:

Just trying to make time for you

"Babe, look!" Dicks voice echoes in the gym, a child-like excitement so unbelievably prevalent in his voice. You glance up from your own work out, a huff in your breath as your extreme weariness makes way for unamusement.

There you see your favorite acrobat doing the most douchebag thing: handstand push ups, the beacon of douches.

Dick had dragged you to the gym. Between vigilante work and actual work, you both hadn't been able to have any real time together. So...you both compromised on the gym!

You take some heavy, fatigued steps in his direction and plop onto the floor near his form, "Jesus...why did we have to come to the gym at 7AM?"

The way he beams, an entire paradox to your annoyance, he continues with the obnoxious calisthenics "Because we need some good, quality time together!"

"Ok, at 7AM though?"

"Well, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable about people you don't know, so yes," he affirms, "7AM for minimal social interaction."

His body bends so he lands on his feet, the sneakers squeaking on his feet against the rubber-like flooring. As he turns his body he looks down at you and looks at your exhausted and sweat-sheened face.

"Hey, gorgeous."

"I hate you, Dick."

He hardly bats an eye at your declaration, "Cmon, lay on your stomach, I'll massage your back."

He pauses and reconsiders, "Or...drop those pants and we can have a little gym quickie—"

"No."

"Got it!"

dividers by @cursed-carmine

it was well past midnight when the breeze died and the world fell silent, leaving you tucked against the grass in peace. a sense of peace you hadn't felt in weeks, every nerves in your body so tightly knotted, waiting for the world around you to snap, until now.

now, you were content to look up at the sky at the countless stars above, scattered far and wide. you remembered being little, being told about how the stars came to be and how they were put their in a story of love. after everything you'd seen growing up, you knew it wasn't true, but you liked to think that things like that are how the world really came to be.

tucked warm against your side, with one hand laced tightly within your own, was jay, his gaze also fixed above. glancing to the side, you couldn't help but smile at how lost he seemed, pink hair messy from the wind and settling on the grass. it was those moments where you thought back to those stories again, finding that it wasn't so crazy to do something so extravagant for the person you loved.

neither of you had spoken in a while because it was pointless. you didn't need words to communicate most of the time. the way your pinkies had brushed before your hands tangled or the way his thumb brushed over your knuckles; that said enough.

every touch was a conversation on it's own. promises, secrets.. a whole universe of understand and communication pressed within the span of your hands.

you hadn't realized you were staring until he shifted, head tilting until he was pressing his cheek against your shoulder. "you ever wonder," he mumbled, pausing like he was finding the right words, "this is what it's all for?"

"what do you mean?" you asked, head tilting to attempt looking at him better.

jay nodded up towards the sky before tilting his head again so he could look at you, so close that it warmed your features the tiniest bit. "everything. the fighting, the running.. the chaos we put ourselves through on a daily basis. all if it, just.. just so we can have moments like this laying in the grass with the person we love and letting ourselves have that little bit of time to not worry what new threat is going to come tomorrow."

thinking about it for a moment, you nodded and squeezed his hand softly. "i think.. yeah, that's why we do what we do.. not only for us, but for everyone else who gets to have peace with the ones they love.. even if its only for a few minutes."

sighing deeply, he carefully pulled his hand from yours to shift and face you, elbow propping himself up. his free hand rose, pushing your hair back as he studied you, smiling at the way the stars reflected back in your eyes.

"i could conquer the world," he whispered, leaning to press a kiss to the corner of your lips, "tear down every last bit of it. expose every secret and lie.. face anything they throw at us." his hand settled against your cheek, head tipping to brush the tips of your noses together. "as long as you're by my side, holding my hand, there's no chance i could lose."

your gaze flickered and you let out a soft breath, a little overwhelmed by the words. "i don't belong anywhere else," you finally whispered back, your own head tilting back to give him the softest brush of a kiss.