#handling

Dick was fully aware what he was doing was inconveniently, you were but a simply girl from blüdhaven trying your hardest to just make it through the week with a job that relies on the kindness of others, and in blüdhaven? Where corruption seeped into the bones of people?

That was almost impossible. Dick knew that, so did you. Which is why you always wore revealing outfits. It pays you well, and your manager didn't care about your outfit. Frankly, if you cover yourself with water by mistake it makes every guy look at you like a dogs toy.

Whatever, you clearly don't seem to mind. But Dick did, you were too pretty to deal with blüdhaven. Dick also sees how you interact with people who were generally kind. You're smile was real then, your smile was especially real when Dick handed you a 50 for a tip.

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"You sure you don't need a walk home?" Nightwing questioned you, of course you probably did need someone who was a good person to talk you home. It was blüdhaven after all.

You nodded, causing Dick to scream inside but he couldn't let you see that yet. That was when you guys finally met when he was Dick and not Nightwing. You were so weak compared to him, you probably couldn't even defend yourself if one of his enemies attacked you.

He wouldn't let that happen though, you were so pretty.

"Do you always wear mascara?" He questioned, trying to make small talk. Not wanting you to be uncomfortable with him, that wouldn't be great with his future plans. Whatever answer you have made him happy at least.

When you two finally got to the apartment you let him inside. This was Nightwing we're talking about, he surly needs cold water.

"Aren't you sweet?" He chuckled as he accepted a water bottle and sat on your, objectively bad couch as he chugged it. The cold water trickling down his throat as he sighed, "You're really pretty."

You knew that right? Dick hoped you did. He would tell you everyday. Even if you said no, even if you said yes.

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You didn't know how it happened. Nightwing just kept the compliments going, you even poured a bottle of wine for yourself after he said you should. You work a lot, don't you? Always smiling at people so you could make a good tip.

You were on your back, he was kissing you. His lips soft as the mask touched your face, the fabric a reminder you really didn't know this guy.

His hands kept touching your cunt between your shorts and underwear, just rubbing it. He focused on your lips. "You taste amazing..." "Your lips are fantastic..." "God, you're gorgeous," mumured against yours.

He brought his hand up for just a fleeting moment, to raise up your top so he could see your tits. It didn't matter what they looked like to him, it just matter that they were yours. He brought his lips down and started to kiss.

Gently at first, he couldn't risk scaring you now.

He kept focusing on your tits. His hands went to undo your shorts, your soft noises making him feel special, like he couldn't fuck you up. How he had to make sure you won't leave him, how you won't die on him like everyone else.

When he finally took your shorts and underwear off, it felt like a wet dream came to life. Your cunt was perfect to him, exactly like he imagined.

"Cmon pretty, don't worry." He whispered into your neck as his fingers went up and down your slit. He had to make sure you were wet enough for him, he didn't want to hurt you after all. You were too pretty for bruises.

His marks were okay at least as he nipped your neck, and shoulder. For the next dude of course, he couldn't risk anyone touching what was his! Or even how your cunt felt between his fingers. He finally plunged them inside.

"Shh, pretty, don't want your neighbors to hear you." Dick mused as he nuzzled your forehead, he was being a little rough but that's only because you seemed to like it. Your voice squealing with delight as he finger fucked your cunt. "cmon pretty, be quiet we can't have anyone else you hear you."

You couldn't help it though, could you? It felt too good.

Dick let out a soft sigh, he removed his fingers from your cunt and flipped you over. His hands pushing your face down, even now he was making sure to not hurt you.

Dick was grateful he has a decent cock, not long enough to hurt you nor thick enough to cause you to tear, he didn't want you to bleed. It was just perfect for your body.

He couldn't help but speed up, couldn't help but to grip your ass so tightly it would bruise. At least it was a reminder you were his.