"Yeah right. Who would be so stupid as to try and date Bruce Wayne- no- Batman’s daughter?"

☆ (booster gold x f! reader) ☆

warnings: mentions of neglect? idk this is fluff mainly i think

word count: 2295

a/n: this one has been one of my favorite scenarios to think of before bed and is now the longest fic i've written! there will likely be a part two of everyone finding out if anyone asks! i love booster gold he is so silly and charming <3

part two is here! part three is here!

Most everyone knows about Bruce Wayne’s daughter. A girl who seemingly appeared out of thin air in her early teens, dumped by her mother who had enough of trying to raise her on her own in what quickly became a huge scandal. However, not everyone knows about Batman’s daughter. The Justice League and batfamily not included, your existence in connection to the bat was a complete secret. You had no interest in putting yourself out there in the night and becoming a crime-fighting vigilante, and you didn’t have the training to do it anyways. That was what created the large gap between the two of you. Bruce didn’t know how to connect with someone so detached from the superhero world. Someone so plain- who had never endured the pains of losing someone close to them, to death and murder- to true struggle. 

It was an isolating next few years, as you grew accustomed to your new life in the manor. You realized quickly that Bruce’s attention was never going to be focused on you. As the years went by, more and more young people would come in and gain that privilege with their powers or their strength or their superior intellect. These vigilantes- these robins, were nothing like you. Kind in passing, but busy. Dick was the only one who had been there before you. He was nice. Entertaining and funny, but he was also busy. He became a part of the Teen Titans, and once again the manor became boring and unwelcoming. 

Everyone who came after him was the same. Right by Bruce’s side their whole day, working all throughout the night and sleeping whenever they could during the day. You’d sometimes go weeks without talking to Bruce at all. The whole city of Gotham depended on you getting out of his way and letting him think. 

So you did. You never tried to join him, you couldn’t conjure up any mindblowing, incredible answer to whatever mystery plagued him at night- even if you really wanted to. So, you changed courses. You focused yourself on your own life. School, homework, friends. You had a good amount of money now, might as well spend it. You frequented malls and shops after school, flew out of the city often, and tried to convince yourself that there was more to life than just the lonely feeling you got whenever you entered the manor and Alfred was too busy to come dote on you. You could matter to someone, even if it wasn’t your father. 

It worked for a while, it really did. You made a small community in the group of girls you got close to at school. Alfred was there to keep you entertained as well. After he realized you had no interest in becoming a heroine, he took up the mantle of a guardian figure of sorts instead. They’d ask how your day was, and you’d do the same. Life was content. 

That was until Damian came home. Damian, who was just like you. Another child of Bruce’s. Someone who was now in a new environment, just like you were. You were delighted at first, but that delight was quickly crushed when he shot you a sharp glare at your first greeting. He truly had no interest in getting to know you, but unlike the others, he didn’t make an effort to disguise it at all. At his harshness, you curled back up into your room, ignoring the feeling of any hope you had being extinguished, and shut yourself out once more. 

His existence was truly a turning point in your homelife. Not just because he was rude to you, but because he fit in so well with everyone else. They all made an effort to talk to him, to get to know him. Bruce gave him more attention in a week than you’d gotten in a month. Putting it bluntly, the little shit was starting to get on your nerves. So, Wayne was capable of showing affection for his kid, just not you. 

You grew sour and bitter, unable to explain the issues you were having at home to your friends who couldn’t even know who your dad really was, you just tried to confide in Alfred whenever you could. Alfred gave you an empathetic nod, some words of wisdom maybe, but didn’t offer much else. He knew you were hurting and the fact made him sad, but your issues were constantly being compared with the issues the others were facing- matters of life or death- and theirs often took priority. 

That is until one night, one glorious night- when everything changed. You were well into university by now, choosing to commute into Gotham U, as you didn’t want to deal with the paparazzi coming to your dorm (even if it meant the alternative was to stay at the manor). You were sitting in the batcave, halfassing some psych homework when a bright flash appeared in the middle of the lair. 

Through the bright lights, you could make out an even brighter figure. A blur of gold and blue materializing into the finest man you’d ever seen. A tall, strong figure with blond hair and blue eyes covered by a yellow visor. He stood straight, looking around all panicked before his gaze rested on you. “Uh…” He coughs, adjusting his voice, “Hello miss. Do you know where the bat is?” 

You’d never seen a man like this. So shining, so cool. His gleaming suit was a harsh contrast against the dark and dreary atmosphere Gotham provided. So different from the cold, lonely feeling the manor gave you. You shake yourself out of your daze, “Uh, I think he’s out on patrol with Robin… hold on I can check.” You say, standing up and walking over to the console. As you stood you felt a little embarrassed to be seen in your pajamas with your bare face and messy hair. You make a small attempt to fix it, but it’s a lost cause. 

Your access to the computer was incredibly limited, but you were able to check Bruce’s location whenever you needed. As you're checking, the man leans in just enough to make your face warm. “So, I haven’t seen you around before. Name’s Booster Gold- but you probably know that already, right?” He says with a grin. The name ‘Booster Gold’ does ring a bell, he had recently been admitted to the Justice League- and it was a controversial decision at best. He was considered by the public to be a complete sell out. But how could a sell out be so… charming? “You’re his daughter right? The bat’s?” He asks, leaning in to get a better look at you. 

“Yeah, I am.” You confirm, not really knowing what else to say, you add, “I’ve seen you on TV. Congratulations on the Justice League invite.” His smile widens, leaning obnoxiously on the console he says, “Ah, no big deal for a guy like me. They’ve been begging me to join for ages, just figured I’d do something about it now.” For the first time since you could remember, you laughed. A genuine, happy, laugh that echoes through the walls of the cave. “You’re funny.” You say with a small smile. Booster gives you a taken aback smile that tells you he wasn’t expecting things to go this well. 

“I got the location,” You say, pointing to a red dot on a map. “He’s on the rooftop of that pizza place near the station.” Booster nods, tapping the coordinates into a little screen on his wrist before giving you a nod. “Thanks. I- uh- I gotta go but… don’t tell Brucie I broke in, m’kay? He probably won’t be too happy about that.” You just nod your head, sad to see him leaving. It had been so long since someone from the superhero world gave you attention (and it helped that he was so dashing). Despite yourself, you called after him, “Will I see you again?” That made him pause, one finger hovering over the teleportation pad on his wrist, he shot you a smile, “Of course! How about dinner down by the pier? I’ll text you the details later.” He hands you a business card, and with a wink, leaves without a trace. 

When Booster meets Batman, he admits to going to the batcave to try and find him, but doesn’t mention you to him at all. Luckily, there were more pressing matters at hand, so Batman felt no need to look into it. For all anyone other than the two of you knows, he just took a quick look around before figuring things out for himself. 

After that little date to the pier, life was perfect. You were visibly more chipper and happy, waking up early to make breakfast, and greeting everyone without a care. The change was drastic, and it didn’t take much for any of them to see something was up. That’s how your relationship with the bat family changed. You gave them a mystery. 

Dick was the first one to notice, after he caught you humming and making pancakes at a reasonable hour. “Someone’s happy.” He says, a polite smile on his face as he leaned on the door frame. “What’s up?” You just shake your head. “Nothing. I just got a good grade on a test.” You say. “I can’t explain it, but life feels good.” That was enough for Dick, but maybe not for everyone else. The enigmatic, brooding girl they shared a house with was suddenly so cheerful, and they wanted to know why. 

Steph, who heard about this new you from Dick, took the chance to try and rekindle a friendship between the two of you. She always felt bad for how she treated you when you’d first met. She was so busy trying to prove herself- busy trying to save the day, she kind of forgot you’d existed. By the time she had any free time to get to know you, it was just a bit too late. She caught you watching a movie in the home theater, and took it as an opportunity to come say hi. 

Before you knew it, these vigilantes seemed to be more and more interested in you. Asking about what you’d been up to, how school was, telling you about what they’d been doing. If they had tried this any other period of your life, you’d have been spiteful. Why would they turn around and try to undo all the pain they’d caused by being nice so out of the blue? However, you were in a perpetually good mood after a certain blond came in and you found yourself letting go of your broody past. Even Damian was a bit nicer. His idea of nice being not leaving a room whenever he saw you enter. One night, he even let you have some of the food he’d made. 

On patrol, Tim and Steph were theorizing what brought on your sudden happiness. “Maybe it’s just the new university setting? I mean she is getting out of the house more.” Steph says. Tim shakes his head, “Nah, that can’t be it. Maybe there’s a man in her life.” Steph laughs. “Yeah right. Who would be so stupid as to try and date Bruce Wayne- no- Batman’s daughter?”

Booster Gold eagerly awaited your text. He’d stand no chance sneaking up to your window to pick you up if it wasn’t for Bruce’s attention constantly being elsewhere. Luckily for him, the two of you had a lot of alone time. He’d fly up to your window and take the two of you wherever and whenever you wanted, a tad bit irresponsible maybe, but a whole lot of fun. You met Ted and Rip and his sister, Michelle, and life was perfect. That is, until you made the mistake of letting out a dreamy sigh in front of Alfred, who was cleaning the study you were in. 

“Is there something on your mind, miss?” He asked, a single eyebrow raised. “Nothing!” You said, putting your phone down quickly. Not quickly enough, however, as Alfred caught a glimpse of the blue and gold on your phone screen. “Who was that?” He asks, moving by your side. “Someone’s caught your eye?” He can see it in the way your eyes widen, the way both of your hands guard your phone- you weren’t even trying to hide it. “Do tell.” 

You sigh, looking up at him with a guilty expression. You had been wanting to tell someone about how amazing Michael was… “You promise you won’t tell Bruce?” Alfred nods, “Your wish takes just as much priority as Master Bruce’s does my dear.” You huff, preparing yourself mentally. “Okay… fine.” You relent, turning the phone so Alfred could see. 

You’ve never seen Alfred look surprised before. He stood there, face blank, before taking a quiet step back. “I-... Is that Booster Gold?” He manages- though he knows the answer already. “What an interesting celebrity crush to have…” He says, trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. There’s no way the two of you had met before right? He would’ve known… right? At your guilty expression, he starts to fear the worst. 

“You promised you wouldn’t tell!” You shout, holding his shoulder in desperation. “I… will make good on that promise, miss.” He says as if it pains him. “Your secret is safe with me.” He sighs, “But only because I’ve seen the way he’s brought you out of your shell. If he ever does anything that would cause me concern,” He adds, eyes boring into yours, “You will let me know immediately.” 

With that, Alfred turns on his heel and begins straightening up in the next room.

"It only took a second to spend a day with Booster, and no one from the manor would be out and about in broad daylight- right?"

☆(booster gold x f! reader)☆

part one is here! part three is here!

warnings: you get kidnapped, light violence

word count: 2306

a/n: i hope you guys like this, i know it may not be the turn everyone was expecting...

The next few weeks of your life were perfect. Even if you’d let it slip to Alfred that you were dating a man no one would be happy to hear about, he agreed to keep your secret so long as you stayed out of trouble. Every day you’d wake up, go to your classes, and meet with the Booster Gold to go do whatever your heart desired. The second your professor set you free from your lab class, you rushed down to a shady alleyway you’d usually never touch, and saw Michael there waiting for you. He wasn’t dressed in his bright costume- that’d make it pretty hard to be inconspicuous. He looked so cute dressed in his everyday clothes, like he was actually just a guy- a civilian just like you. That sentiment changed of course, as he eagerly zipped you off and away to enjoy Paris in the springtime (the spring of 1890, to enjoy a recently built Eiffel Tower). 

“Normally, I’d have to be a whole lot more careful with my powers- but Rip told me you were a special exception.” Michael explains as the two of you walk down a bustling city street. He glances at you, enjoying the sight of your period accurate disguise and smiles at your starry-eyed expression as you see the horse drawn carriages trot past. “Why don’t we stop for dinner?” 

The two of you made yourselves comfortable in a lovely cafe in the middle of the city, candlelight illuminating the room as the sun started to set. As you looked up to Michael, who had just sat down after pulling your seat out, you could feel a now familiar sense of warmth in your chest. It had been a couple months now, and you marvelled at how he always seemed to know just what to do to make your heart beat faster. 

By the end of the night, the two of you made your way to a picturesque balcony and you wondered how long it took Michael to plan this. He gave you a little smile, something sentimental in his eyes, and that fuzzy feeling in your chest was getting to be too much to handle. You reach up and cup his face in your hand, watching as his ears turn bright red. 

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, feeling the way his arm wraps around your waist. “Y- uh- yeah- yeah of course…” Michael stutters out, as if he wasn’t expecting to have to speak. The kiss is long- clumsy at first as Michael has to lean down a bit to reach you, settling eventually on just lifting you up to meet him. He feels his face warm, and isn’t quite sure what to do with himself as you eventually pull back- trying to shoot you a dashing smirk that ends up looking more like a meager grimace. How could he, the Booster Gold, still get so flustered whenever his girlfriend kisses him? He needs to man up- to take control of this situation and prove himself- 

That train of thought is completely derailed when you lean back in and pepper his face with kisses. He has to steel himself to not accidentally drop you, face beet red. When you finally halt your brutal attack, all he can do is stare, not wanting to put you down just yet. You smile at him, hugging him close. “Thank you for the date, Mikey.” You say, your face nuzzled by his neck. “Whuh-? Oh right- yeah… not a problem.” He manages, taking a second to gather himself before finally letting your feet touch the ground again. “So… guess we should call it a night,” He says, his hand still on your back. “Call me when you get home, m’kay?” You nod, giggling at the kiss marks you left on his face. “Maybe you should wipe those off before we go back. Don’t want anyone to get any ideas.” 

You wipe his face and get changed back into your normal clothes before zapping back to the present day. In the real world, no time had passed at all. You two said your goodbyes in the alley way, Booster gathering some courage and kissing your head before teleporting back home. It was the perfect crime. It only took a second to spend a day with Booster, and no one from the manor would be out and about in broad daylight- right?

Duke Thomas, or the Signal, was currently sitting on a building. One of the buildings that made up the little alleyway you and Booster liked to meet at. He had spotted you while on patrol, and seeing you looking happier than ever, decided to follow. What he saw, he couldn’t believe. You and Booster Gold, meeting up, chatting, then disappearing and reappearing all flustered and heart-eyed? He had a choice now. Go rat you out immediately and earn a few brownie points with the Bat, or he could hear what you have to say. 

Luckily for you, Duke wasn’t a snitch. He leapt down from the rooftop, scaring the shit out of you as you turned around to see him. How could a man in neon yellow be so sneaky? “Duke!” You screeched, stumbling a bit. “What did you see?!” He laughs, crossing his arms, “All of it. What the hell have you been doing in your free time?” You were clearly starting to panic, hands fiddling with each other. “Listen… I know he’s-” Duke cuts you off, “Stupid? A womanizer?  A sell out? An asshole?” You sigh, “Yeah- whatever. But he’s nice to me.” You hear him scoff and quickly shoot him a look that tells him you’re trying to be serious. “You don’t understand! I’ve been so lonely here- all my life, none of you guys even wanted to talk to me! I was never important to anyone back in the manor, and now I finally mean something to someone!” 

Duke’s expression grows a bit more empathetic. He knows your relationship with Bruce is complicated at best and non-existent at worst. “Alright, alright. Listen, I’m not fond of the guy, but I won’t do anything, ‘kay? I’m glad you found someone to bond with… I guess.” He pats your back, “If he does anything weird though-” You cut him off, “-Let you know, yeah I got the whole spiel from Alfred already.” Duke laughs, “Alfred knows?” You sigh, “Alfred knows everything.” 

Just like that, yet another member of the Batfamily knew about your not-so-secret relationship with Booster Gold. Luckily, nothing much changed other than Duke shooting you a small teasing look whenever you got home after he did and Alfred subtly scanning you for any form of injury whenever he saw you. Life went on, and you and Booster grew closer and closer. You couldn’t imagine your life without him- you didn’t want to. 

However, your peaceful yet exciting life came crumbling down just a few weeks later. One night, after a particularly exciting date with Booster, (where he took you to some hotsprings in Kobe, Japan and was too flustered to look at you the whole time) you were walking back home down a dingy path and found yourself face to face with a bunch of low-level criminals. If you were a vigilante like everyone else in the manor, this would be nothing more than a small inconvenience. However, you were not. The men circled closer, one of them had a gun, and you quickly realized you had no idea what to do. “So, you’re Wayne’s daughter, aren’t you?” One of the thugs- a tall and bearded man with a scar on his nose- asked. You didn’t respond. You couldn’t find your voice. One of them takes your ID from your purse, holding it up as if it was a prize. 

The last thing you could remember was the feeling of being whacked behind the head, and everything going black. You woke up in a dingy basement, the only sound being the drip of a pipe somewhere on the ceiling. 

Meanwhile, Booster Gold had gone into a panic. He called you- as per usual, when he figured you’d gotten home, but you didn’t pick up. Hours had passed and you weren’t answering any of his texts either. Did he do something wrong? He knew it was too early in the relationship to take you to the hotsprings- did he make you uncomfortable? He wanted to go to the manor and check on you, but he was worried he’d be found out. 

Things weren’t going much better at the manor either. Your absence was noticed, as it was becoming dawn and you still hadn’t come home. In a city like Gotham, that was certainly cause for concern. You always told someone where you’d be- usually Alfred, who was currently trying to see if you had left a note or something with an explanation. 

Everyone was gathered by Bruce to the computer room in the batcave. The man was hunched over a map, trying in vain to track you. “Do any of you know what she’s been up to lately?” He finally asks, looking up at the group. The question hangs in the air for a second. Bruce is well aware of the implication behind it. He should know what his own daughter has been up to. He should know where she is. He should know her better than he does. 

No one can come up with anything substantial, she wasn’t at university, and she wasn’t at home, so where else could she be? Duke and Alfred share a glance. It wasn’t that they wanted to go back on their word, but you could be in danger- and they’d do anything they could to find you.

Alfred decides to take the honor of breaking the news, clearing his throat. “Master Bruce, I believe I may have an idea of what she’s been up to as of late.” He starts, Bruce quickly cutting him off, “Spit it out, Alfred. We don’t have much time. She could be anywhere.” Alfred sighs, knowing all hell would be unleashed in the manor very soon. “The young miss has recently been enjoying the company of the man Michael Jon Carter- Booster Gold.” He admits, plain and simple. 

There’s a long stretch of silence among the group as Alfred’s words hang heavy in the air. The young vigilantes all turn to Bruce, trying to get a read on his shadowed expression. “What,” he mutters, more a statement than a question. Before Alfred could reinstate his sentence, Bruce slams a fist down on the console, shattering the glass. He puts on his cowl in a rush, “Who knew about this?!” He yells to the group, Duke raises his hand, much to the surprise of everyone else, Dick mouthing a ‘you didn’t tell me?!’. “Signal. Nightwing. With me.” He says quickly, barely giving them any time to rush after him. 

Booster Gold was laying on his bed, pouting at his phone. He kept refreshing your chats over and over, trying to figure out where he went wrong. Meanwhile, Dick, Duke, and Bruce make it to the JLI headquarters in record time, bursting through Booster’s window. He startles off the bed, slowly peaking up from the side. “Oh- hey Bats…” He says meekly. Bruce grabs him by the collar, pulling him up to his face, “Where is she?! What did you do?!” He shouts as Duke and Dick make their way to his side. “I didn’t do anything!” Booster yelps, “I dunno where she is, she’s not responding to my texts!” 

So it was true. You really had been with Booster Gold. Dick could hardly comprehend it, turning to Duke with an expression of pure disbelief. Bruce searches Booster’s face for any hint of a lie, and when he finds none, throws him to the ground. “Take me to when you last saw her. Now.” He says, nodding his head towards Booster’s gear. 

Bruce, Dick, Duke, and Booster were now stationed by the same alleyway Duke found you out in a few weeks ago. Booster had time-traveled them back to the last moment he’d seen you earlier the previous night, and they all watched as past Booster and you returned from your hotsprings date. Booster winces, watching his past self give you a parting kiss- he can practically feel the pure rage emanating from Bruce. They all watch as you begin your walk home, and find yourself cornered by a group of men. Bruce is about to spring into action when Booster holds his shoulder. “You can’t leap in there. This was supposed to happen. Changing this in the past will mess up the future. The best thing we can do is go back to the present and rescue her now.” He says slowly, knowing it’s probably the last thing the man wants to hear. 

As they blip back to the present, Bruce turns to Booster. “That’s all I needed you for, Booster Gold. Go home.” He says. Booster tries to argue, but is shut down by Bruce’s sharp glare. As the three vigilantes leap away, Booster is stuck there alone, helplessly hoping that they’re able to find you. The team wastes no time in locating you, breaking in through an exposed grate that led to the room you were being held in. You look up at them, relief flooding through your body. “You’re here!” You say, smiling as Dick unties you. He shoots you a look that says, ‘don’t get too excited’ and you notice Bruce in the corner. He let Duke take care of the perpetrators, and walked right up to you, giving you a glare that could kill a man. “We’re going to have a talk when we get home.” He says, and your heart drops to your stomach.

(ser duncan the tall x reader)

summary: After a long walk down a longer road, you insist the party must rest in an inn where you convince Duncan to finally wash that hair of his.

warnings: this is just fluff xoxo technically GN Reader but there is some feminine adjectives used! ily dunk dunk my stink

word count: 922

authors note: hey guys I'm starting to figure out formatting i think... someone come talk to me please... say something in my requests box please... i’m so lonely...

When you joined Egg and Dunk on their adventure, you brought many things to the party. Good conversation, a helping hand to brush the horses’ hair, but most conveniently, coin. After a long day of traveling, the three of you find yourselves in a small town. It had been a bit too long for your tastes since you’d properly washed up, and you could smell that it’d been far longer for your companions. Docking the horses onto a fence, you turn to them, fixing your gloves, 

“Right, so, why don’t we go get a room in the inn?” 

Dunk looked a bit hesitant, knowing he didn’t quite have the coin to spare. “I-I’m not sure, I think we can make do under the stars…” 

You huff, “Let me rephrase. We’re getting a room in the inn.” and with that, you take Egg’s hand and turn on your heel to walk towards the inn, leaving no room for discussion. 

After a while, the three of you found yourselves in a cozy room with two beds. You dump your bags on the floor and turn to Dunk, who’s making himself comfortable testing the bed. He shifts his fingers through the sheets, fiddling with the loose strings. Every once in a while he’d glance up at you as he often did. He couldn’t help it, you were just so pleasing to look at.

“Well?” You say, startling him out of his trance, “ready to hit the bathhouse?”

Dunk’s eyes widen- if that was even possible, “The what?” Surely you weren’t implying you’d be going together with him, it wouldn’t be proper for a looker like you and a man like him to… He shakes his head slightly, looking back at you, searching your face for any hint of jest.

You sit beside him, ignoring the way his legs touch yours, “Dunk, I suppose it’s time I tell you this… It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while now.” You say, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder. “You stink. Bad.” 

He sighs, he’s more than aware he doesn’t smell that great. He hasn’t had the opportunity to wash his gear properly, but to have someone so pretty as you tell him… his ego has been shattered. Either way, he knew he had no choice but to agree, not that he’d ever willingly pass up the opportunity to bathe with you anyways. 

The two of you make your way to the bathhouse, it was a rather small pool with steaming water in it. It was pretty deserted, as most adventurers weren’t bathing midday. Duncan glances at you hesitantly as you start to disrobe, not quite knowing what he’s supposed to do. He ends up staring at the wall for so long that you were well into the water by the time he’d snapped out of his thoughts. He awkwardly disrobes before sitting at the opposite side of the pool, looking everywhere but at you. 

You clear your throat, voice echoing through the room, “Dunk, why don’t you come over here? I got proper soaps from the stall outside.” 

“Yeah- yes. Of course.” He glances around, before wading his way to your side. 

“You’re acting strange. Don’t be nervous, it’s only me.” You try to soothe, giving him a cut of the bar of soap you brought. 

It’s only you. He thinks as he washes himself, Don’t you understand? That’s the issue! How could one person be so captivating? Why am I here? I shouldn’t be here! 

After a while it becomes obvious to you that if you wanted anything to happen you’d have to ask straight out. The man was just sitting there silently, looking at the bar of soap as if it cursed his bloodline. 

“So… won’t you help me wash my hair?” You try, scooting slightly closer to him.

 “I can try” He responds with a hesitant smile, the tips of his ears reddening “I’m not too experienced.” Well that was glaringly obvious, wasn’t it?

Dunk gently puts the soap on his hands before putting them on your head, slowly sliding his hands up and down your hair. “Why don’t you just do it like you do when you wash your hair?” You say with a little laugh. 

“Uh- I don’t…” He mutters, “I don’t really…” 

“You don’t wash your hair?”

“It’s short for a reason…” He grumbles, trying his best.

You shift, immediately facing him, “Okay then it’s been decided, let me wash your hair first. Turn around.” You say without hesitation, already reaching for the soaps. 

Before Dunk knew what was happening, your hands were in his hair, massaging some nice smelling soaps into his head. He melts, slumping back onto you with a sigh. Whatever sort of witchcraft you were performing on him was miraculous. Every once in a while he’d twitch under your touch, shivers going down his spine. You rub some oils into his hair as well, massaging the extra into his neck and shoulders. A half an hour passes. You try to drag on the moment as long as your patience permits, but eventually you realize the sun is starting to set and Egg must be getting rather lonely. 

“Dun-” You start, quickly cutting yourself off when you glance down at him and see him completely asleep against your chest, eyes fluttering shut in a state of bliss. You didn’t have the heart to move him, you’d never seen him so relaxed. It was at that moment you knew you’d have to make bathhouse trips more frequent.

(ser duncan the tall x gn! reader)

summary: reader and dunk (and egg) get all cozy during a cold, snowy day. a nice scenario for those of us who are swamped by this snowstorm!

warnings: none! fluff :)

words: 1.9k

a/n: can't wait to get all warm and cozy and watch episode two oh boy oh boy! heh... it'd be so cool if someone would give me a request or a comment or something... just thinking out loud here...

You could feel the tips of your ears going numb as you, Dunk, and Egg made your way down the snowy path to a local town. Conversation between the three of you grew quiet as you all succumbed to exhaustion. Egg was on your horse right in front of you, shaking and cold under his cloak. You knew he was capable, but he was still a child and it felt horrible to see him so miserable. You try to warm him up, but at the rate the snow was going, there wasn’t much you could do. So, the feeling of relief the three of you felt when you saw the lights of a town warming the horizon as you came up the hill was tremendous. You and Dunk share a look, and pick up the pace to the town. As soon as you could, you docked your horses at the stable and frantically tried to find the nearest inn.

As soon as Dunk found one with an available room, he returned to you and Egg, the two of you still talking to the stablehands. 

“I found one- got us a room. Let’s warm up before you two get frostbite.”

You sigh, stomach rumbling, “I won’t be able to rest properly before I get a meal. A real one. I’ll go get us food. You go rest.” 

Dunk doesn’t quite like the idea, but you seem certain, and he is certainly hungry, so he decides to take the favor and mentally promises you one in the future. “If you’re sure… just be back soon.”

The walk to the tavern is downright miserable, but the smell of the food as you enter, and the warmth that surrounds you makes it immediately worth it. The scent of rum and meat fills you, and you find yourself ordering a bit more than you originally planned to. Three bowls of beef stew, a loaf of bread, and three roasted apples later, your satchel is full and you’re ready to deliver the food back to the boys in the inn. 

You walk as fast as you can to the inn through the snow, the tip of your nose both numb and stinging. The snow is beautiful, but painful. You wipe the snowflakes from your eyelashes, hugging your bag full of warm food to keep yourself warm as well. 

By the time you get to the inn, Dunk is waiting in the lobby, now in his leisure clothes, a thin long sleeved shirt with a stretched out collar and his slightly too short pants. He rushes towards you the second you enter, all bundled up with flushed cheeks and a slight shiver. He’d be embarrassed to admit it, but a part of him is more focused on how cute you look, waddling in with your giant overcoat. 

“Are you alright? Lost any fingers?” He asks, taking the satchel from you.

“Fine,” You respond, “Feels like heaven in here…” 

Dunk ushers you up to your room, his large hand lightly ghosting your lower back. When you went in you saw Egg was asleep on the bed. “You still look cold. You should get out of your clothes-” He says, before quickly shutting his mouth and looking away. “Uh- and… change into warm ones.” 

He wakes up Egg, who sleepily eats his stew on the floor as you go off to change and bathe. When you return, Egg has fallen back asleep, claiming one of the beds as his own. 

“The kid could barely keep his eyes open. Promised not to be a bother then hogged one of the beds to himself.” Dunk says, watching as you put your cloak over him. “You feeling any warmer?” He asks, watching as you dry your hair. 

“Mhm… still a bit chilly in here though, isn’t it?” You respond, eagerly reaching for the food. “Let’s just eat and head to sleep quick.” 

The two of you do just that, eating together, now warmed inside and out, you sigh contentedly, looking at the empty bed in the corner of the room. Dunk did the same, eyes slightly widening, “Oh- uh, I can share with the little cunt if you want.” He says quickly. 

You appreciated the courtesy, but found yourself wishing he wasn’t so consistently modest. “It’s so cold though. Won’t you help warm me up?” You ask, tilting your head at him. 

Dunk’s face turns red, staring at you, “Oh- uh- oh. Uh… right, yeah- I owe- I owe you for the food, don’t I?” He says, though his eagerness to join you is evident in the way he stands up quickly. He helps you up gently, before standing at the foot of the bed, watching you for your next move. 

“Well?” You hum, nodding your head towards the bed. Dunk perks up with a quick “Uh- right.” and gets into bed, the frame creaking beneath him. He really was tall, his body easily taking up the entire mattress even while he was trying to make room for you, pressing himself up against the wall. 

You wriggle your way into the covers, sighing blissfully while enjoying the silky feeling of the sheets against your legs. “It’s so nice, isn’t it?” You hum. Dunk’s eyes haven’t left your face. “Yeah… warm.” Dunk steels himself before nervously letting his body relax a bit, his side touching yours. He’s never shared a bed with someone like this before. He’s never seen someone like you before either. Even the top of your head is pretty he thinks as he looks down at you. You were starting to shiver again, the hot water from your bath now cooling. He reminds himself that he’s here to warm you up- that’s his mission as of now- his duty. So, he gathers some of the blanket in his arms and in a burst of bravery, wraps his arm around your shoulder. He glances down at your face to make sure you’re not cringing in disgust at his touch, and seeing the pleasant smile on your face, he lets himself breathe. 

You flip over, laying on your side to face Dunk, arms clinging to his wide chest and a leg thrown around his torso with a content huff, and he forgets how to breathe all over again. “Are you warm?” He asks, hand now on your back as he holds you to him. You seem to be practically asleep as you sleepily murmur in affirmation. Dunk feels a little sleepy too, the cozy warm lighting of the torches and the raring snowstorm outside not helping, but he can’t quite relax with such an attractive companion on his chest. Despite himself, he puts a hand on your head, stringing his fingers through your hair. I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life in this moment, he thinks. He wants nothing more than to kiss your head, hold you even closer and declare how he feels, but even the bravest of knights can be cowardly sometimes. As he shuts his eyes he imagines telling you everything you make him feel, as he does many a night, and hopes you dream of him too.

an oblivious ser duncan the tall finally realizes you like him!

(f!reader x ser duncan the tall)

summary: you and dunk had been dancing around each other for a while now, and it's getting far too painful for egg to watch. so, he throws the two of you a bone and tries to make dunk realize your feelings for him.

warnings: none! fluff :)

word count: 1,254

a/n: thank you for this request! sorry it took so long, i've been very busy. i hope you like this fic as i very much enjoyed writing it!

You’d liked Dunk since the day you met him. He stuck out through the busy crowd of the tavern you worked in, easily a head taller than everyone else. You made a point to try and show off when he sat down asking for a pint of ale, checking your hair in the reflection of the glass cupboards before serving it to him. You tried to keep a conversation with the man, but he seemed a bit cloddish as he stumbled through a short response to every question you’d throw at him (much to his younger companion’s dismay).

The next day, when Dunk was injured during a match between knights, you found yourself rushing to the medicine tent, helping to patch him up. He looked a bit mystified by your presence, like he couldn’t quite believe you were there, fussing over him. 

As soon as Dunk was patched up, he went back to the tavern in hopes of finding you. Even if it was just to share a few awkward words, he wanted to thank you. He spots you tending to the other patrons, a sweet smile gracing your face. The second your eyes meet his, he looks away. 

This game went on for weeks. Two weeks to be particular, but it was far more than either you or Egg could handle. Nothing made the child feel more agitated than watching his knight embarrass himself over and over in an attempt to talk with you. He was so dense, so oblivious, anyone with eyes could see that you were infatuated with him. 

One night at the tavern, Egg finally breaks after watching you dejectedly walk away from Dunk after he accidentally cuts yet another conversation short with you using his clumsy social skills. 

“Why do you keep doing that?” Egg asks bewilderedly, turning to the large man beside him. 

“Doing what?” Dunk responds, face still flushed from the nerves he got from talking to you. 

“You keep-” Egg motions in vague frustration, “-not- not talking right! She comes here trying to make a move and you shut her down every time without fail!” 

Dunk glares at the kid, “What are you on about? ‘Make a move,’ she’s just talking- that’s her job- and I’ll have you know I’m doing just fine responding!” 

“Do you not want her?!” Egg half-shouts, getting the attention of some of the other diners around them. 

“Mind your own lad!” He says quickly. The answer to his question is obvious- of course Dunk wants you. Who wouldn’t? Your skin practically radiated an aura of warmth and friendliness, but he wasn’t willing to lay it all out to you just to get shot down. To be honest, he wasn’t sure he could without mucking it all up. 

As you come around again to ask them if they wanted anything else, Dunk straightens up again, offering you a small nod. 

“So, are you two going to go to the party in the square tomorrow?” You ask, trying to aim the question at the both of them, but your stare makes it clear you’re more focused on Dunk. “There- there’s a party?” Dunk manages. 

“Mhm,” you hum, refilling their drinks, “An annual dance of sorts; there’s singing and food and- oh I could go on…” 

Egg leans over, seeing an opportunity, “It’s a partner dance right? You need to bring a date? Do you have a date, miss?” He asks, making Dunk have to restrain himself from kicking the kid under the table. 

You laugh bashfully, “No, I don’t. I was hoping a certain someone would ask me though…” You admit. 

There’s a long pause, you see Egg boring his eyes at Dunk, who was refusing to meet his gaze, staring straight ahead. 

“Uh…” You start, “Guess I’ll be going then. Hope to see you there.” You turn and walk away, careful not to trip on your skirt. 

Egg wants nothing more than to smack Dunk upside the head as he asks through gritted teeth, “What was that?” 

Dunk shakes out of his thoughts, “What was what?” 

“Why didn’t you ask her to the dance?!”

“She said she was hoping for someone in particular to ask her! Why would I go in and ask her instead?!” Dunk argues back quickly. 

“She was talking about you, idiot!” Egg shouts. 

It seems like for the first time since Dunk had met you, he genuinely considered the possibility of you liking him back. The prospect felt- well, impossible. Like you were some unattainable goal he’d just have to learn to enjoy from a safe distance. “Wait- do you really think so?” He asks, making Egg groan and put his head down on the table. 

“If you don’t ask her to that dance by the end of the night, I’m seeking her out and telling her about that dream you had of her!” He says, arms crossed. 

Dunk’s face pales. He doesn’t even try to intimidate Egg out of it, he knows the little runt has his mind made up. Anxiously, Dunk glances at you, standing at the bar, looking solemnly into the glass you were cleaning. How could he do this? Does he need to get you a flower or some symbol of companionship before asking? Was this all an elaborate prank Egg has been working on for the past two weeks? He’s supposed to be a strong and brave knight- this shouldn’t be as hard as it was. 

Dunk huffs, standing up and almost hitting his head on the joists in the ceiling. He nervously looks back at Egg as he starts to walk over to you, wondering if it was too late to go back now. By the time he figured out it was in fact, too late, he was already at the bar right in front of you. 

“So… The dance. When you said you wanted someone in particular to ask you, who were you- uh, who did you mean?” Dunk asks, taking the cowards' way out. 

You smile in a way that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Oh- I- well I suppose I should be honest with you…” You pause, collecting your courage, “I was hoping you’d ask me.” 

Dunk’s eyes widen, “M-me?” 

At your shy nod, he feels his world shift. Egg wasn’t jesting, you really were talking about him. 

He stands there befuddled for a second too long, making you nervous. “I’m sorry- I know it’s probably not something you wanted to deal with, don’t worry I promise I won’t bug you anymore-” You hurriedly say, your words making Dunk snap out of it and get his bearings.

“No no no, please don’t do that, I- I didn’t know- I thought, I thought you thought me foolish!” He explains, frantically holding your hand to stop you from turning away. “I think you’re lovely, I’d be honored to take you to the party if you’d have me!” 

You feel your heart fly in your chest, and for a second there you lose your voice, managing a happy nod and a squeal-like ‘okay!’ 

Dunk gives you a relieved smile, hand still on yours before he realizes and quickly tugs it away. “Right- well, I’ll see you tomorrow then. I’ll- uh, I’ll… yeah. Tomorrow.” 

As he trails back to his seat, he sees Egg waiting for him, a look of amusement on his face. 

“I told you so.” He says. “Shut it.” Dunk responds, but there’s a smile on his face that won’t go away no matter how unbothered he pretends to be.

"I’m aware I haven’t been the most present father, but I do know what’s good for you- and Booster Gold is not that.”

☆(booster gold x f! reader)☆

part one is here! part two is here!

warnings: you were kidnapped, mention of violence, damian judges your eating habits

word count: 1631

a/n: final part! hope you enjoyed, thank you to everyone for your kind comments <3

The car ride is long and quiet. You sit silent in the back of the batmobile as Duke and Dick try to avoid eye contact- settling on looking out the tinted windows instead. It was the kind of ride where the only thing getting you through was the fact that it’d be over eventually. This isn’t fair, you thought, I just got kidnapped, and now I’m getting scolded? You weren’t scared, you knew you had no reason to be. Batman was a scary figure, but you were his daughter, and you knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Physically. 

By the time you reach the manor, Duke and Dick quickly make their way back to their rooms, not trying to get caught in the backlash. Bruce gets out of the car, making sure you follow behind him as you walk further and further into the batcave, to his computer room. 

“How long did you think you’d be able to keep this from me?” Bruce starts, turned away from you behind his desk. You can’t help but scoff- “I dunno, I didn’t expect you to go looking.” You said, “If I hadn’t gotten kidnapped, you’d still be none the wiser.” Bruce looks down at that, a small “tch” escaping him. “Booster Gold isn’t someone you should be spending time with. He’s rash- irrational, stupid. He can barely keep himself out of trouble, let alone you.” 

Something in you snaps- you just can’t take this anymore. “Like you’ve done any better? I was miserable here until Michael showed up! You never paid me any attention at all, now you think you can come in here and tell me what not to do?!” Bruce seems a bit taken aback, eyes widening just a fraction, “I’m aware I haven’t been the most present father, but I do know what’s good for you- and Booster Gold is not that.” He says, raising his voice a little. “Michael is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You hiss, “If you try to take him away from me, I’ll make sure you never see me again! Not like that would make your life much different.” 

Bruce crosses over from his side of the desk to you, “Listen, I know you’ve been hurting, but I’ve been busy. The city of Gotham is on my shoulders- there are multiple lives constantly depending on my actions, my presence-" You cut him off, "Oh, so I’m being selfish by wanting my dad to actually talk to me? Is that it?” He straightens up, trying to calm your rage, “No. No, that’s not it. I just want you to be safe. I want you to be happy.” You were about to say something along the lines of, ‘then stay out of my way!’ when Bruce puts his hand on your head. “I’m sorry.” He says. “I should’ve been a better father.”

You don’t know what to do at that moment. Part of you wants to keep screaming at him, tell him he’s years too late, berate him, but a bigger part of you just wants to cry. You run out of the room before he can see your tears, locking yourself in and reaching for your phone. Michael had tried to call you upwards of 20 times, blowing up your phone with apologies for… taking you to the hotsprings? The sentiment makes your heart lighten just enough for you to wipe your tears, trying to see through them to type back a response. 

The next day, you don’t want to leave your room. You knew you’d be faced with the rest of the batfamily sitting there, not knowing how to treat you after the events of the night before. Either way, you were getting hungry and the snacks in your room wouldn’t tide you over forever. So, you steeled yourself and opened the door to your room, walking over to the kitchen like nothing happened at all.

As you walk in, you see Damian at the stove, making pancakes- an unusual choice for the boy, who once complained to you that they were too sugary for breakfast, and that you’d get weak if you ate them too much. “Hello.” He greets, stoic as ever. “...Hi?” You say, walking past him to grab a box of cereal. “What are you doing? Put that down. I’m making pancakes.” He says, grabbing the box out of your hand. 

Eventually you find yourself sitting beside Damian at the dining table as he cuts his pancakes expertly. “Why haven’t you started eating yet?” He questions, “What do you want? More sugar? Not enough syrup for you?” You ignore the jab he throws your way, choosing to just start eating. After a little while, Damian speaks again. “I overheard your conversation with father last night.” He says, “Booster Gold? Really?” You groan, rolling your eyes. “Can it, kid.” “He’s not a good choice in any way- he’s boastful and weak-” Damian continues, “If you’d just told me you were that desperate for company, I’d find someone to tolerate your presence for you.” 

Alright that’s it. You stand up, pushing your plate away from you. “Thanks for the food-” as you turn to leave, you feel Damian’s hand grabbing onto your tank top. “Don’t go. I’m not done.” At your pause, he continues, “What I’m trying to say is… you’re- you’re not that bad. I don’t hate you.” Damian looks up at you expectantly, trying to gauge your reaction. “I’m your brother- technically. I should’ve been more attentive to you so that you didn’t get hurt.” You sigh, you had no problem walking out on Bruce’s apology, but this was a kid- and he made real good pancakes. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not your responsibility.” You say. Damian huffs, that wasn’t enough consolation, you were his responsibility in his eyes, but he let you go anyway. 

That night, you and Booster agreed to meet up at a restaurant in the middle of the city. You were getting your boots on when Bruce came by again, opening the door to your room after giving you a warning knock. “I’m not going to try and stop you.” He starts, walking in, “I’ve given it some thought after the shock cleared off.” Bruce sits on your bed beside you. “I know Booster Gold- Michael, is a good person deep down.” You look up to him, an eyebrow raised. “That’s different from what you were saying last night.” 

Bruce sighs, his hands folded together. “My anger wasn’t just towards Michael- or you for that matter. Michael isn’t a well-liked man, but I remember one night, after Barbara was shot by the Joker, I saw him. He had tried over and over to save her. Months in his time, replaying that night- trying to fix what happened. I know he can take care of you and I know you are capable of taking care of yourself. My cruelty came from the shock of me realizing I really didn’t know you as well as I thought I did.” Your phone buzzes, Michael was waiting for you outside. “Go.” Bruce says, his hand patting your back lightly. 

You finish getting your boots on and stand up, grabbing your bag and opening the door. Before you leave, you glance back at Bruce, who was still sitting on your bed, staring at all the photos above your headboard. He looked melancholic, the bags under his eyes prominent. You turn and go down the hall. 

Outside the manor, you spot Michael with his hands up as Damian points an accusatory finger at him- Steph trying to hold him back. You quickly rush to them, getting in between the two boys. “Damian, what are you doing?!” You screech, out of the corner of your ear you hear Michael squeaking out a small, “Hi babe-”  Before Damian interrupts, “I was warning him of what will happen if he ever makes a mistake! It seems he’s prone to those- look at his stupid shoes!” Steph gives you an apologetic look, mouthing a quick ‘sorry!’ before Damian springs free. “Are you sure this man is worth your time? Can he really keep you safe in the case of an emergency?” He questions, sizing Michael up with his eyes. “Yes!” You argue, “Now leave us alone, we’re gonna be late!” 

Damian resentfully relents, grumbling something you can’t quite make out under his breath. “Apologize.” You say, arms crossed. “I will not.” The boy says coldly. Steph sighs, grabbing Damian by the cloak, “I will. Sorry Booster, Damian’s being an ass.” Michael just gives her a thumbs up and a half smile, still looking a little intimidated by the kid’s threat, and the two of them finally leave you both alone.

“I’m so sorry, Mikey.” You say, your shoulders relaxing for the first time today. “Things have been weird around the house lately.” Booster gives you a smile, “When are they not?” He quips, taking your hand. “Is the bat really letting us go out like this?” “Yeah. I think he actually approves” You respond, laughing at Michael’s disbelieving look. 

During your dinner you fill Michael in on everything that happened the night before. You watch as he slowly relaxes into his chair as he stares at you, something far away in his eyes. “I’m really glad you’re okay.” He says, “When you were gone, and I couldn’t go after you, I could barely stand it.” Booster takes your hand again, kissing it and looking up at you. “I love you, you know that right? If anything happened to you I don’t know what I’d do.” You smile, the events of the past few days had you doubting a lot, but there was one thing you never questioned. “I love you too Michael.”

Patching Up Ser Duncan The Tall!

(ser duncan the tall x gn! reader)

summary: after dunk took a tumble during a tourney, embarrassing himself in front of you once again, you patch him up. awkwardness ensues <3

warnings: fluff! vague description of an injury

word count: 923

a/n: love this request! love dunk! i wrote the first half then paused to watch the new episode, imagine my happiness when dunk says "you must think me a fool" right after i had written a line very similar to that. anywho! thank you for the request anon! hope i did it justice xoxo

Well, it was bound to happen eventually. At least, that’s what Dunk tells himself when he falls prone on the ground after his opponent stabs his side with a concealed (and unpermitted) dagger. It was humiliating- truly. Not only to have fallen face down into the dirt, but to have fallen in front of you. You were his travelling companion, a kind person who’d proven yourself useful to him more than enough times. He’d fallen smitten with you the second he saw you, your eyes glimmered as they met his, and he’d promptly tripped over his own feet trying to walk towards you. It seemed he couldn’t go more than a day without embarrassing himself. 

Egg worriedly dragged him off the field with the help of a few guardsmen as he writhed in pain. The last thing he remembers before passing out was seeing you running towards him. 

Dunk sat up with a start the second he woke up, and promptly regretted it as he felt his side sting. He groans, clutching the bloodied bandages. Getting his bearings, he finally looks to his right, seeing you trying to ease him back down. He complies, of course, face reddening. 

“Oh, hello…” He manages, pain quickly taking a place in the back of his mind when he sees your beautiful face looking down nervously at him. 

“How are you feeling, love? Are you alright?” You say quickly, holding his face. 

“Yeah- Yes, I’m fine, of course I’m fine.” He says, trying to keep any semblance of strength he may still have as he melts under your touch. Love, He thinks, You called me love! 

“Please, lay back” You mumble, moving the bandages out of the way to put a wet rag on his injury. “I’m going to have to switch out the bandages again. They’re too thin…” 

Dunk follows your orders obediently, staring up at you as you work on him. Every once and a while your ever gentle hands would touch a particularly hurting spot, and he’d try to conceal a flinch. You looked so angelic, eyebrows knit in concentration as you tended to him. You could feel your face growing heated under his gaze. You weren’t sure if he’d looked anywhere but at you in the last ten minutes. It didn’t help that he was currently shirtless beneath your hands, a welcome sight for sure if it weren't for the giant gash bloodying his side. 

“You must think me rather foolish, huh?” Dunk says, putting on a brave smile. 

“No, not totally.” You respond, “ You’re a brave man, Dunk. A strong one too, with a good heart. A man like that can’t be foolish.” Dunk can’t think of anything he’d rather hear. A small smile graces his face, he looks away, suddenly too flustered to make eye contact. “Well- Thank you.” He says, raising his hand to brush his hair out of his face. 

You lean back once you’ve finished retying the bandage, patting his chest. 

“Well then, you’re good to go.” You say, stretching. “Oh- not, ‘get up and go’ go, just- I’m done.” 

“Right. Got that.” He responds, “When do you think I’ll be able to ‘get up and go’ then?” 

“A couple days I’d reckon.” You hum, inspecting your handiwork. “In the meanwhile, if you must go somewhere, ask me or Egg to assist you, okay?” 

Dunk just nods, watching as you pace around. “I’m sorry you had to patch me up. Where’s the little runt anyways?” 

“Out tending to the horses. Or trying anyways, they barely respond when he asks them to move. It’s pretty cute honestly.” 

Dunk can only let out an amused laugh. To be quite frank, he was a little nervous talking to you without his reluctant wingman there with him. He’s never been too good at talking. Guess he might as well try his hand at it now. “What’s your… uh- How’d you learn how to do that?” 

“What?” 

Dunk winces, “The bandages. Where’d you learn that…” 

“Ah.” You smile, “It was the only thing they’d let me do around the jousts. I wanted to take care of the horses but they said they were too unruly for someone like me. I was safer off helping the wounded knights.” 

“Sounds gruesome.” He says, thinking of all the people he’s seen hurt from tourneys. 

“The worst part was the weird flirts they’d try to hurl at me. Calling me a catch- or pretty, and the likes.” You say with a face of contempt. 

Oh no, Dunk thinks, face paling, “Hope I’m not contributing to that…” 

“What? No! You- you’re far different from those old lads!” You correct quickly, maybe a bit too quickly quite frankly. “I wouldn’t mind if it was you…” You say before you can stop yourself. 

“Oh. Good to know.” He says, falling silent again. 

The two of you just sort of sit there, faces flushed. After a long moment of contemplation, Dunk opens his mouth again (much to his own dismay), “Well, for the record I do think- I do think you’re pretty.” 

You glance at him just as he glances at you, eyes wide with nerves. “Thank you…” You muster, “For the record, I think you’re quite ‘a catch’...” 

You can’t help but let out a breathy laugh, this conversation getting just a bit too cringeworthy for your tastes. 

Egg walks into the tent to see the two of you sat in uncomfortable silence, both looking simultaneously horrified and the happiest you’ve ever been. He promptly walks right back out.

Comforting Egg With Ser Duncan the Tall!

(platonic! reader and egg) (reader x dunk)

warnings: hurt/comfort, spoilers for egg's backstory, i tried to keep it vague but failed miserably, vague references to aerion, (bullying, s/a, general unpleasantness)

a/n: baby's first request! hope I did this well, I tried my bestest! spoiled myself for this fanfic lol... might be a bit ooc but oh well. i love egg, i want to give him a big hug :(

It had only been a month of traveling with Dunk and Egg, but you quickly found the two of them to be great company. As you spent more and more time together, you grew fond of the two. It seemed every day you learned more about the two, constantly saving and being saved by them, every meal, every morning, and every night was shared together. One night, the three of you made your way to an inn where the three of you were set to share a bed together, no big deal to you necessarily, but the other two seemed a bit more hesitant. 

Dunk’s reasoning was simple. You were unlike anyone he’d ever met, a captivating person who made his heart flutter every time the two of you made eye contact, which was a lot given the amount he stared. The idea of sharing a bed with you flustered him to no end. He knew you wouldn’t be too mean to him, but given his track record the last couple weeks, he wasn’t sure his ego would be able to handle it if you did. 

Egg’s hesitation came from something a bit darker though. He liked the two of you, he knew he could trust you, but there was an undeniable feeling of dread that came with the idea of sharing a bed with anyone. A feeling of dread that takes him back to the days in the palace- the days with his brother. 

Egg watched as the two of you bashfully piled into bed together, Dunk’s giant frame taking up most of the bed. Neither of you would do anything to him, he knew that, so why was he so scared? Why couldn’t he be mature? 

You glance up, noticing Egg standing at the edge of the bed. “You okay, kid?” You ask, sitting up a bit, “There’s room y’know, not that you’d take up much space.” You pat the space beside you, beckoning him over.

“I don’t- I’ll be fine on the floor.” He says, fiddling with his cloak. 

You rise out of bed slowly, bending over a bit to reach his height. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing! I can handle myself!” Egg says quickly. Dunk shifts off the bed, still sitting on the edge of it. He may not talk much about Egg’s past, but Dunk knows the look on his face. He knows Egg’s story well enough to have known he's dealt with some bad people. “Egg, if you sleep on the floor, you’ll catch a cold.” He says, putting a hand on Egg’s shoulder. Egg looks like he’s about to protest, but Dunk cuts him off, “I already know you can deal with yourself just fine. I promise we’ll stay far on our side of the bed if that’s what you want, but you’ll be no good to us frozen on the floor.” 

Egg nods, and climbs into the bed after the two of you, Dunk was pressed against the wall, and you were next to him. Egg sits there for a second, back against the headboard, fiddling with the sheets. They were cheaply made, and the mattress beneath them was straw, nothing like the bedding back in the keep. When he closes his eyes he can practically see the high ceilings- and feel the higher expectations. He glances down at you, catching you looking at him worriedly. It only makes him feel worse. 

“I know you’re kind.” He says quietly, getting your attention. “I’m sorry, I’m trying to be of use but I… I don’t know- I’m trying.” You hear him sniffle, and something in your heart breaks. “Oh, Egg…” You hold out your hand, a quiet offering. He takes it, hiding his face.

“You’re very helpful, you know. It’s no good to be worrying yourself about seeming mature, you’re still a child--” 

He cuts you off, “I don’t care if I’m a child! I should be better! I’ve never been strong enough, and if I keep acting like this, what good can I do?” He pauses, caught off guard by his own tone, “...Sorry.” 

Dunk, who’d been listening in, can only empathize with Egg’s situation. He wanted to be useful when he was a kid too. Quite frankly, Egg was leagues more useful than Dunk was when he was younger. Leagues more clever for sure. “You’re a good squire, Egg.” He says simply, “Better than I was when I was your age. But you need rest. Nothing’ll get you here, got it?” Dunk puts his hand on Egg’s head as he wipes his tears, muttering a soft “okay…” Dunk’s words may be few, and he may be a bit awkward when being vulnerable, but he’s genuine, and he’s grown to be a role model to Egg. Someone he wants to be like when he grows up- an older brother he actually looks up to. 

You all quietly get comfortable once more, and Egg shifts to face the two of you, watching as you fall asleep slowly. Seeing the two of you falling fast asleep, no mocking laughter, no cruel words- it comforted him in a way no words could. Once he’s sure you’re asleep, Egg grabs onto your arm, holding it close to his chest as his eyes flutter shut, a small smile on his face. This inn was certainly better than any manor.