#nigthwing

It's the first time in a long time that I do this, it's like learning to draw again.

Dick : Oh my god it's finally happening my little brother needs help!

Jason : Dick listen-

Dick : Alright so you know how to bury a body and make it disappear. You're good at cooking and stuff so no household help. You definetly don't need a pickup after drinking...... So what kind of emotional mess are We in?

Jason : First of all, rude!

Dick : You'd hang up on me after said "I need", I am nothing but polite here!

Jason : Well you're not wrong.

Dick : See?!? So, emotional mess?

Jason : Yeah OK listen, I did a Bruce.

Dick : You did a what now?

Jason : A Bruce. There's a kid sleeping on my couch and -

Dick: Oh my god. Are they an orphan?

Jason : Yes? No? I don't know.

Dick : Black hair, blue eyes?

Jason :..... Yes

Dick:..... Well,.... Are you gonna let them fight crime after they discovered your secret identity and/or force their way into your nightlife by being a sidekick you never asked for but can't get rid off any more?

Jason : OK Listen, he came like that!

and then there’s bruce, who sees a kid:that jumped on the chandeliers, never could sit still for 2 minutes in the same position and also wanted to kill a man and goes

~~~

Damian, reading a book from the manor library: Stepfather, what is a brothel?

Clark, after an enormous pause: It's the place where they make soup.

~~~

Bruce, down at the Batcave after a full night patrol, 36 hours without sleeping: Jason was here last night, didn't he?

Dick: Yeah, why?

Bruce: He put decaf into the coffee machine again.

Bruce: Dammit Jason.

~~~

Damian: Father, when you will die, can I use your skull to strike fear into the heart of my enemies?

Bruce: ...no.

۶ৎ .. 𝓝IGHTWING && maidfem!reader

;🐾 when dick catches an infection and has to stay at wayne manor , alone. with the unfortunately beautiful maid his father hired as extra help.

dick woke up feeling like someone had grated his throat. haley’s tail wagged gently across his torso , her warm tongue licking his chest now and again.

‘ .. shit , what time is it ?’ he turned over , reading the digital clock on his nightstand. 09:23. the sun, seeming out of place with the light rain that beaded on his window, teased him through the half-opened blinds. he could swear he closed them the night before. maybe haley got at them.

he struggled out of bed , reaching the bathroom gradually. after a quick shower , he brushed his teeth and pulled on some pyjama pants , striped with blue and white.

he’d just made it out of the bathroom when a hollow knock sounded against his door. his silver pup darted across the room , pawing at the light-washed wood. dick picked her up , one arm holding hayley against his chest while the other opened the door.

you stood there , surprised by his bare , shirtless stature before your eyes. bruce told you his boy would be at the manor for a while but nothing could have prepared you for the man that frowned back at you.

‘didn’t think bruce would ever let alfred retire.’ he thought out loud , causing you to shake your head with a chuckle.

‘alfred is still here , he just requested some extra help. i’m y/n. and you must be the oldest bat boy. master richard grayson ?’ you confirmed.

‘yeah. dick’s fine. this is hayley. sometimes bitewing. but she doesn’t - uh - bite.’ he scratched between her ears , hayley barked in your direction , a goofy smile forming on her face.

you smiled , revealing the box of medication you’d been holding behind your back. ‘mister wayne informed me that you have a cold. here.’ dick took the medicine from your hand , his comically larger fingers entirely swallowed yours.

‘do you mind if i take your temperature ?’

he swallowed , shaking his head quickly as you took a thermometer out of the small pocket on your white apron. he had to bend down slightly so you could reach his forehead. you pushed his hair to the side hesitantly.

after two beeps his temperature was displayed on the device. ‘your pushing 103 degrees master r - dick.’ you sighed , stepping back. ‘i recommend you get some more rest. if you need something i can get it for you.’

‘it’s okay , i mean - i am. i’m okay , ’ he stumbled over his words , ‘could do with stretching my legs anyway. but thank you.’

he proceeded out of the doorway , moving you out of his way by the waist. you froze momentarily , blush burning your cheeks. ‘uh .. of course. breakfast is on the table.’

‘thank you , love. can i call you that ?’ at least one of you had to keep things professional. and you took it upon yourself to do so.

‘whatever you prefer , master grayson.’ you managed through a flustered breath , eyes following his figure down the stairs.

you lingered there for a second , unsure about what had just come over you. and then you returned to your duties , hoping the grayson boy didn’t mean trouble.

dick hummed, too sleepy to come up with an answer or one of his playful remarks.

lazy mornings with dick were your favourite part of the day, the way he’d cling to you and softly call your name in your hair.

“long night?” you asked softly, your fingers tangling and gently tugging at his locks.

“yeah…” he grumbled, rubbing his cheek on your chest, nose nuzzling in the crook of your neck as his arm tightened his grip on your waist.

dick was like that, he never talked about his nighttime patrolling, but he always came back bruised and scratched, back into your welcoming arms.

you treated him like the prodigal son coming back home, you disinfected his cuts while he scolded you about staying up late, and you’d shrug him off saying you liked waiting him up, that you didn’t like going to sleep alone in an empty bed.

he always apologised, telling you one day he’d be there with you every night to kiss you to sleep, and you nodded, both of you knowing it was a lie, and you’d fall asleep together in the first hours of the morning, while the sun was starting to rise from the thick clouds that always covered the gloomy blüdhaven sky.

most of the times you’d fall asleep on the couch while waiting, the old leather smelled like him and when he scooped you up in his arms you’d mumble something about it being comforting. dick’d kiss your forehead with a chuckle and lay you down on the bed, where you’d immediately roll onto his side of the bed to breath into his pillow.

other nights you’d fall asleep on the bed with a book in your hands, sometimes an empty mug that still smelled of chamomile, and he’d gently nudge you to lay you down on the mattress when he’d get back.

the morning light was pale, soft—lazy, like the rest of the world had agreed to sleep in with you, the curtains half drawn.

you woke up to the sound of soft, scarce raindrops tapping rhythmically against the bedroom window, like the world was still dreaming.

dick smelled of the laundry detergent you used mixed with that smoky, rusty scent he always carried home from patrol.

you could tell he was awake, but barely. eyes half-lidded, black hair sticking up in every direction, a faint shadow of stubble along his jaw.

you shifted slightly, stretching out your heavy limbs, and he groaned, burying his face deeper into your shoulder.

“no,” he said, voice gravelly and raspy with sleep. his strong arm tightened his hold on you. “you’re not allowed to move, bed rules.”

you smiled, hand reaching up to tangle in his messy hair again. “pretty sure that’s not a real rule.”

“it is. just made it, effective immediately.”

“that how it works? nightwing has that power?”

“mhm,” dick mumbled, his voice muffled by your skin. “i save the city, i deserve one lazy day.”

you huffed a soft laugh, turning your head to meet his sleepy gaze. he looked wrecked, hair a mess, eyes barely open, a faint scratch across his tan skin, but somehow it just made him more beautiful, real. yours.

you could see a fresh bruise blooming along his ribs, his lips brushing the curve of your neck with every breath.

“you were out late.” you murmured, brushing your thumb along the scratch on his cheekbone. “didn’t even hear you coming in.”

“didn’t wanna wake you.”

“you never do, you just crawl into bed like a ninja of the night and steal all the blankets.”

“that’s slander,” he whispered, eyes falling closed again. “i bring warmth. and charm. i’m a joy to be around, really.”

you let the silence stretch out, fingers tracing lazy shapes on his shoulder blades. outside, a car honked in the distance, a bird chirped outside your apartment. somewhere, life was starting with spring’s slow awakening—but in here, time felt slower, softer.

“you staying?” you asked, voice soft, pressing your lips to his head to place a soft kiss there.

dick nodded against your skin. “yeah, m’not going anywhere.”

and you believed him.