#reader as robin

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Pt. 2

Maybe you're not so bad after all

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A/N: sooo, this took longer to finish then i expectedd ;-; sorry chat, i've been obsessed with eltingville club and writing this fantasy story with some friends, BUT WE'RE BACK YAY ! i don't know how to write action so i'm rlly sorry, but uhh enjoy !

“...wanna join me for a patrol?”

You perked up, taking a step closer to him, “Wait, really??”

Dick nodded with a smile, holding back a laugh at your optimism—god, he missed that— “Well, I've never actually seen you in action. Plus if old man Bruce recruited you, then I’d hope that you’re something worthwhile.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, your tone playful while raising a brow.

“Just saying,” Dick began with a sly tone, “...you haven’t been Robin long enough to make the headlines everyday”

“Specifically everyday?” I asked, watching as Dick tensed up for a moment. “Still keeping tabs? Am I gonna end up like you when you move on from the Robin mantle?”

Dick scoffed, “You say that like it’s a bad thing!”

“I mean…” I muttered, giving a small shrug as you glanced away.

“Wow, okay, attitude much… but” Dick started, catching your attention, “You’re pretty entertaining… Now answer the question, patrol or no?”

“I’d be a pretty crappy Robin if I said no.”

“Maybe you’re not too much of a snot-nosed brat.” Dick said with a smirk before leaping off the building without another word.

You quickly followed, using your grappling hook to follow Dick across the city. You looked over Blüdhaven, the city reminding you of Las Vegas, but with a rank odor, and a poor population, and a crime rate just about worse than Gotham… why did people live here again?

The two of you eventually landed on another rooftop, Dick perched on the ledge, intently scanning over the surroundings. “There.” He spoke up abruptly.

Your gaze followed his to see 4 men ganging up on one young looking woman and an elderly lady, attempting to rob them, maybe even worse. Neither of you had to say anything out loud before launching off.

Dick took the lead, standing just a bit behind the men. “Step away from them”

The red-head with the lazy eye spoke up first, “We’ll do what we want” The other men nodded along, all of them sporting dark clothing.

Dick sighed, “Alright, well this is on you.”

He pulled out his electrified escrima sticks as he ran at them, the men swarming him. Punches flew, bullets were shot and dodged, swift kicks to the gut. It was no wonder Dick had managed to make such a name for himself here.

You looked over at the two terrified women, quickly running over to them. “Are you ladies alright?”

“He… he t-took my ring…” The young blonde woman muttered out, teary eyed, pointing at the lanky black haired scum. The older woman clung onto her arm, clutching nothing. It didn’t take much to see the other red-head holding the old woman’s handbag.

Your brows furrowed, leaping into the tornado of punches and elbows to the jaw without a second thought. You went after the lanky one first, it was easy. All you had to do was jab him in the back of the neck with a rock on the ground, and snatch the ring he was holding onto. It was the red-head with a big build that was the problem. While Dick was held up with the green eyed criminal you jumped onto the guy, poking him in the eyes, a satisfying yell escaping his cracked lips.

As he fell to the ground, rubbing his sore eyes, you grabbed the old woman’s slightly worn out beige handbag and landed a swift kick to his head. You wasted no time running over to the women, handing them their belongings.

“Here, now let's get you outta here.” You hurriedly ushered them away, giving the lanky criminal who was holding his aching stomach in pain a kick in the back while walking past. You looked around for any other possible criminals or threats around while walking them to their apartment. It didn’t take long until they arrived at their destination, you were about to run back over to Dick to check if he was okay but the old woman gently held your wrist. You turned around, barely having time to breath before she pulled you into a hug. Not a tight hug that squeezed the air out of your lungs, but it was still enough to make your heart ache a bit. The young woman uttered out a shaky, “...thh-thank you”

You gave her a nod and a smile, before the two walked into their apartment building. The remnants of a floral perfume lingered on your bright yellow cape.

Dick landed behind you with a quiet ‘thump’.

“Sooo,” He began, “Taking all the credit I see”

You turned around, light-heartedly rolling your eyes, “Hey, I helped you out back there, admit it, I make a pretty good Robin!”

Dick let out a small chuckle, “C’mon lets head up to a rooftop.”

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“...and you were surrounded by them and just BAM! And then I snuck in and POW!”

Dick let out a laugh, clutching his stomach, “Alright, alright, you’re gonna wake up the entire city!”

“I’m glad I snuck out here! This was a lot more fun than I thought it would be!”

“That so? What’d you expect?”

“I dunno, I just didn’t think it would be like… this.”

“Mm, yeah fair enough. I didn’t expect this either…”

There was a silence—a comfortable silence. When you first came out here, you didn’t expect to be laughing it up with the Nightwing after stopping a couple losers from robbing two nice ladies. You thought it’d be a more… melodramatic argument to prove that you were worthy of taking up the Robin mantle. But, you weren’t complaining. Neither of you were.

You were about to speak up to thank Dick for this when—

“Robin.”

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Pt. 1

The new Robin in town?!

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A/N: I have not written in a good 5/6 months and this is kinda rushed because i'm trying smt out ;-; uhh sorry if the characters are a bit ooc, i'm used to reading fics not writing them </3 so sorry in advance, you have been warned !

Dick wasn't resentful. No, not at all. It wasn't the fact that Bruce had immediately adopted you. It wasn't the fact that even now, Dick was still merely his ward and not his legal son. It wasn't even that you had taken his place as Robin after he left. It wasn't that you seemed to have a better relationship with Bruce than he did or that he's letting you run around in his costume with his name. Dick had only left recently. Packed his stuff and moved to Blüdhaven after a rather awful screaming match argument, to start fresh, to get out of his shadow, and to prove he was more than a sidekick.

Nightwing was a new name, a fresh vigilante in the crime ridden city, Blüdhaven. He had carved a name for himself into the city and yet he was still on edge about the fact that Bruce hadn't called him once. That he'd adopted some new kid. Alfred had, of course, rung on a regular basis to catch up with him and urge him to visit. But every time, Dick declined, not thinking he was ready yet.

That's what made it more shocking, when you, Bruce's new kid, approached him on one of the rooftops he perched on during patrol. He immediately recognised you, how could he not? Hostility quickly replaced his shock. He knows it isn't your fault—that it wasn’t your intent to cause this much frustration—, but he couldn’t help but harbour this deep grudge against you as if you had personally hurt him.

"This isn't your territory," Dick says, his tone firm.

Although he hadn't been in Blüdhaven for long, he had already made a name for himself and that wasn’t going to be changing anytime soon. "I would leave before B starts thinking you’re lost."

He turned away from you with a scoff. "Who am I kidding? He's probably got you chipped with trackers..."

You stood there adorned in the bright Robin suit, watching Dick fold his arms across his chest and mumble something that you couldn’t quite make out.

“Hm, I wouldn’t think there’d be trackers on me, I inspect it whenever I can…”

Dick felt himself stiffen, his jaw twitching. ‘Of course you’d inspect the suit. Of course you’d be meticulous. Bruce probably loved that—little perfect robin, following the rules, checking for trackers like some kind of paranoid scout.’ He thought to himself.

He turned back to you, arms still crossed over his chest, “You inspect them?” he repeated, his tone dripping in sarcasm. A beat passed, then softer, “He never even let me touch the comms until I reprogrammed them behind his back.”

You were the new bright Robin, with the smile that made the headlines. It left a sinking feeling in Dick’s stomach and a sour taste on his tongue. He exhaled sharply through his nose and glanced away, fingers tapping against his bicep.

“The city’s dangerous,” He muttered out, “You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on being here for too long! It’s just that I’ve heard so much about you moving to Blüdhaven with a new superhero identity and I wanted to see it for myself!” You replied back, surprising Dick.

“Wait— you’re here on purpose? To see me?” His posture straightened slightly, his mask hiding the way his eyebrows knitted together.

A beat passed. Then another.

You were still smiling—that soft, unbothered thing—and suddenly, it didn’t feel all that annoying. And okay fine, maybe he kinda liked that someone thought Nightwing was worth chasing across state lines.

"So… does Bruce know you're here?" he asked slowly. Suspicion flaring up again—but weaker this time, like your cheerfulness was beginning to wear him down.

“He doesn’t like me being out of his vision for more than 10 minutes at a time, so not exactly. I just came out here after finishing a patrol!” You responded with a small shrug.

Dick let a small chuckle out at your response, at least you were more charismatic than old man Bruce. He glanced over at the city, eyes briefly skimming over the area before he looked back at you.

“Hey,” He began, catching your attention, “Wanna join me for a patrol?”

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