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please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!
do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!
ARIES!!!! YOUVE GIFTED US WITH YOUR PRESENCE!!!!! I'm glad to see you've posted again!
This legitimately made me tear up when I saw it. Then I realized itâs been two years since Iâve been active, and even longer since Iâve posted any writing.
To be completely honest, I havenât written in a long time. Iâve been busy with so many other things that writing kind of took the backseat, which kind of sucks now that I think about it because it was something I truly enjoyed.
Most days I felt like I was posting out into the void, but it didnât matter because it was what I enjoyed reading and writing.
Maybe Iâll come back someday and start writing again. I hope I find the spark I felt then, it was something that I really enjoyed doing. Especially when it made others happy. â€ïžâ€ïž
Finally finished this piece after months of reworking. Far from perfect, but Iâm glad itâs done. Inspired by the amazing Bruno Redondo, Dan Mora, and especially Dexter Soy.
Y/n: No, not like that. Well, it is. It is like that. How old is he? I come in the house, he was like "You wanna eat?" I said "Eat what?"
Dick: First of all, put my plate down and stop hitting on my dad!
Y/n: Don't get mad at me! I didn't even wanna be here! Y'all the ones that wanted to be here! I wanted to go to the strip club! Man, wrap this up. I got a bunch of ones and somebody gonna get 'em. Mr. Wayne, I'm ready for the rest of the tour!
You can tell the exact mental state of Dick Grayson based on the music he plays in the car
His entire family monitors his listening habits, and if it's anything but things from the list of genres and artists that Dick normally likes while provably mentally stable, they get concerned.
Tim, texting the group chat without Dick in it: Hey, guys, just needed to let y'all know that Dick picked me up today, and he put on an NF song in the car.
Barbara: Fuck, he's depressed.
Steph: Isn't he always?
Barbara: No, like--more than usual.
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A week later.
Jason: Y'all, I'm with him rn and he's blasting S&M in the training room. One of you bitches--and I will find out who--triggered some body image issues, and now he's sexualizing himself to cope.
Tim: Did one of you guys call him ugly or smth???
Steph: I would never. I'm not a mean person, unlike you guys.
Damian: Why did you immediately assume it was one of us?
Jason: Because y'all are terrible people.
Tim: I'm not taking this from a literal gang leader.
Jason: But I admit, that is a bit of a jump on my part. It could've been any of Dick's trash friends that he, for some reason, keeps around, so that's on me.
Cass: Monitor him so he doesn't do anything drastic.
Barbara: Let me know if he starts compulsively thinking about becoming a stripper.
Jason: If that happens, there's no saving him.
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After Dick returns from Spyral.
Duke: Now this just might be me, but I don't think I ever pegged Dick as a metalhead before he went off to work for Spyral.
Tim: Dear god.
Tim: Don't tell me he's listening to SOAD.
Duke: What even is that.
Jason: System of a Down
Duke: Oh, yeah, it's that.
Tim: NOOOOOOO
Duke: What does that mean???
Barbara: He's self-destructive.
Steph: Isn't he normally?
Barbara: No, like--I mean yes, but more explosively.
Jason: His main goal is to blow up...
Barbara: Don't.
Steph: aND THEN ACT LIKE HE DON'T KNOW NOBODY
Jason: HAH HAH HAH HAH
Barbara: This is serious.
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Steph: He's listening to vocaloid. That's....so odd??? @Damian did you have anything to do with this?
Tim: oh my god
Damian: The answer to this question is of high importance: what song is it?
Steph: Do you think I can speak Japanese??
Damian: Ask.
Steph: omg fine.
Steph: He says it's "Assassin Princess" by Mitchie M.
Tim: Hold on lemme listen to this shit
Damian: It's a good song.
Jason: Okay, but what does that tell us?
Damian: It's not a song I ever played for him.
Jason: So you're telling me he's listening to vocaloid independent of you?
Damian: It would appear so.
Jason: Oh, that's bad.
Tim: The song's about a spy and her partner murdering her ex-boyfriend who betrayed her.
Steph: He's feeling vengeful.
Jason: Oh, that's really bad.
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Cass: He's playing One Direction.
Barbara: Honestly?? Chances are, he's fine.
Duke: Agreed. He's playing "What Makes You Beautiful", so I doubt it's anything.
Duke: Now if he starts playing shit from their solo careers, we have a problem.
Summary: Dick Grayson has always been a saint for his friends, but especially for his best friend and her daughter.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x F!Reader
Word Count: 3.4K
Warnings: reader is a single mom, language, mention of adultery/ cheating
AN: this can be read as a platonic relationship or romantic, photos are from Pinterest
âGrayson, youâre an angel.â YN announced as she opened the apartment door.
Dick chuckled, turning away from his current task of gathering stray clothes that had never seemed to make it to the laundry basket. He dropped the pair of socks into the pile, quickly approaching the two newcomers.
âOh, my favorite person in the world.â He reached out and snagged the baby from her hip. Olivia gurgled, her hands grabbing out for him. âAnd her mother, of course.â
âHa, ha.â YN droned, allowing him to take both bags and the carrier from her, as well as the baby. âShe was a little fussy during the night, but sheâs happy as a lark now.â
âNever mind, that, Iâll handle it. Olive loves me.â Dick grinned, tilting the babyâs body side to side, only to listen to the giggling and cooing she made. He tucked her against his chest, cradling her with both arms. His attention returned to YN, as she closed the door. âHowâve you been holding up?â
YN exhaled. Hands falling to her hips.
He could see the exhaustion on her face. In her eyes. It was more than a restless nightâs worth.
Between her job, errands, and daughter, YN was stretched thin. It was her own choiceâ a stupid one, considering Dick had offered his assistance, time and time again. She refused, more often than not.
It didnât stop him from going over to her place and ripping the baby away, forcing her to relax.
He wished she would let him do more.
âIâve been hanging in there.â She admitted Iâm taking Night Shift next week, first time since Olivia was born.
âShe can stay with me. Iâd love to have a house guest; We can watch Golden Girls together and have all sorts of fun.â He promised, eager to lift her burden, even just for a few nights.
YN shook her head, instantly; She dug around through the backpack, brows furrowed. She swore she packed Oliviaâs blanketâŠ
âNo, Iâm calling the babysitter. Sheâs college age and could use the cashââ
âNo way!â Dick interrupted. He sighed, shifting Olivia to his hip. His free hand reached out and brushed her arm. Holding at her elbow. YN finally stopped shuffling the items, meeting his eyes. âLook, I know itâs tough for you. And I know you want to do everything yourself, but Iâm not gonna let that happen. You already know, I donât mind helping out.â
YN swallowed, her eyes stinging with tears.
God, she didnât deserve Richard Grayson.
He wasnât the father of this baby, he wasnât even in a romantic relationship with her, and here he was, giving up the best years of his life for some other manâs neglect.
For her choices.
And he did it all with a glimmering smile in his eyes.
âYouâre a life saver, Richard Grayson.â She croaked, blinking rapidly to quell the tears before they fell.
Dick chuckled, lightly brushing the stray tears from her cheeks.
She had been all over the place, ever since she found out she was pregnant. Crying at the drop of a hat, angry the next, overwhelmingly happy, rinse and repeat.
He was fully capable of surfing the waves of mood swings, by now.
âIâm your life saver, baby.â He nodded. He placed a hand on her back, pushing her along toward his bedroom. âNow, shoo. Go and sleep. Relax. Take a bath, read some books. Lunch is in the fridge when youâre hungry. Let the babysitting commence!â
He turned, holding the baby above his head and stomping back to the spare room, turned Oliviaâs room.
Olivia giggled, as Dick wiggled her body in the air.
YN smiled, shaking her head. That man was something else entirely.
Pulling into a safe parking space, Dick turned his car off, searching his console for his wallet. Olive sound asleep in her car seat in the back. The girl could sleep through a hurricane, as long as she was in a moving car.
He was impressed, really.
Exiting the car, he rounded the backâ making a pit stop on the left to grab his bagâ then to the right side of the vehicle. Opening the back door and unclipping the belts around the babyâs chest.
Olivia cracked her eyes open, at all the new movements, a yawn escaping her lips.
âGrocery shopping with Olive.â Dick sang, tugging the knitted beanie snuggly onto Oliveâs head. Covering her ears as she awoke, groggily staring above his head, into the shaded skies of Gotham.
He slipped the baby carrier over his shoulders, then scooped Olivia from her car seat and settling her against his chest.
She made no fuss, just curled her fists between their chests and propped her head against him. Cooing quietly as she tried to settle back into her nap.
Dick locked the car behind himself, backpack full of baby supplies, and his own necessities, on his back. Baby on his front.
This was how a majority of his errands were run, now. His âleaving homeâ list a bit longer. Keys, phone, wallet, baby, diapers, etcetera. He preferred this over his bachelor days, anyhow.
Snagging a cart on his way in, Dick shrugged the backpack over his shoulders. Depositing the bag into the largest portion of the metallic apparatus. Withholding the infant, still against his chest.
Dick was more paranoid than YN was about a baby in the world. Bludhaven wasnât as dark or despicable as Gothamâs streets, but having grown up in the dark made his affinity for the light that much greater.
And he never let Olivia out of his sight.
That included grocery store shopping carts. Not only were they hot beds for every snot nose kidâs germs, Dick could see a scenario playing out before his eyes. He leaves Olivia in the cart, cart gets snagged, baby gets snatched, and bye bye Dick Grayson.
Six feet under, murdered by a very angry mother.
Snapping away from the violent daydreams sucking him toward a crisis, Dick refocused on where he had aimlessly drifted. Luckily, down the right aisle.
Breakfast foods.
âYou want Cheerios?â He muttered, moving his chin back to look at her. She didnât seem to care about his words. It didnât matter to Dick. âHell yeah.â
He tossed the box into the cart, picking up a few other breakfast materials as he went. Several aisles passed, Olivia keeping herself occupied as he shopped. He talked to her nonstopâ convinced that her grasp on the language would be better if he did.
And he didnât care how stupid he mightâve looked doing it. Anything for Olivia wasnât stupid at all. He was long past looking stupid in public; It was a juvenile fear of his that he surpassed quite easily, after his first few patrols with Bruce.
âDoes the Olive want olives?â He asked, showing her the jar. Olivia turned her head to the opposite aisle, her eyes scanning the items. Uninterested in his proposition. âYeah, me either.â
Dick swapped out the jar for a smaller one, putting it in the cart instead. He had nearly gagged the day he saw YN eating olives out of the jarâ like they were potato chips. And at first, he was going to blame it on her sixth month pregnancy situation, but he couldnât even do that because she had eaten them on many things, willingly, before that incident.
He usually had a small jar at homeâ pushed to the very back of his fridge, where YN would be the only person to eat them.
He didnât even want to look at the things.
Dick hummed under his breath, bouncing gently. Olivia let out a long noise, the tone fluctuating as he bounced her.
She ended in a giggle; Wild laughter that echoed along the aisle. Dick scrunched his nose, mocking her. She only laughed harder.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Dick pulled to a stop at the end of the aisle, glancing both ways before turning down the next.
But just as he pulled to a stop for Goldfish and other various crackers, he heard his name called from behind. Turning, keeping one hand on Olivia, his eyes landed on an approaching, feminine figure.
Kellyâ the Police Sergeantâs secretary.
Her smile broadened as her eyes scanned to the baby strapped to his chest.
âI didnât know you were a father.â Kelly smiled, her eyes switching back and forth from Dick to Olivia.
Dick laughed, following her gaze.
âOh, technicallyâ this is a friend.â
She blinked, brows creasing as her eyes flicked from the infant to the man she was strapped to again.
âThe⊠baby?â
Dick gave an elated âuh-huh!â, before tilting his shoulder so that Oliviaâs face was visible. Kelly cooed, doting on the baby instantly.
âSay hello, Olivia.â Dick shifted, trying to keep moving so that she wouldnât fuss. âHer mom is a close friend and a single parent so, on my days off, I watch Olivia while she rests.â
âThatâs so sweet of you.â Kelly pressed a hand to her heart, her eyes darkened, tilted so that she gazed at him through her lashes. Dick grit his teeth through a smile. âIâm sure her mom appreciates it.â
She was practically purringâ in front of a baby, no less. A shiver of discomfort snaked down his spine.
He knew she had always been friendly with him at work, but he had never paid attention to just how friendly.
When he was younger, before YN and Olivia, perhaps he would have noticed. Perhaps he would have done something about it. But now, he just dreaded the scene that played out before him.
How was he supposed to word this and let her down easy?
âYeah.â Involuntarily, his palm pressed to the back of his neck, brushing the strands away from his nape. âSheâs a nurse at the hospital so her hands are always full.â
âIâll bet youâre a hit with the ladies.â She giggled, fingertips brushing his bicep as she removed her hand from Olivia.
Bingo. Perfect opportunity.
âMy days of chasing ladies are over, Iâm afraid.â Dick chuckled, his hand pressed to Oliviaâs back. She was wide awake now, and leaning into his palm, arms and legs outspread. Dangling from her seat. âIt was nice seeing you, Iâve got a few more errands to run and Olivia has a date with a couple good looking toys on aisle seventeen.â
âOh, donât let me hold you up.â Kelly responded, her hands held in surrender. She gave another dazzling smile before leaning back down to the baby. âBye, Olivia. It was wonderful to meet you. See you Monday, Grayson?â
âMonday, it is.â He confirmed, a nervous chuckle slipping from his lips. Satisfied with her work, Kelly turned on her heel and began making her way back to where she came from. Only glancing over her shoulder twice to send him a smirkâ to ensure he was watching her walk away. Watching the sway in her hips.
As soon as she was out of sight, Dick exhaled a breath he hadnât been aware was stuck in his chest.
âOh, boy.â He groaned, relieved at his lonesomeness once again. Olivia gave a light grunt, fingers trailing over his lips. Removing the offending wigglers from his mouth, he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. âYouâre a godsend, babe.â
She gurgled happily, completely ignorant of the words he spoke.
Even though she technically got him into the altercation, she also got him out of it. He didnât feel bad taking advantage of her presence; Though, he may owe her a toy or two, after all.
It was mid afternoon before Dick and Olivia showed face at his apartment again. She was strapped to his chest, his arms full of his reusable grocery bags. Backpack on his back.
YN, who had taken it upon herself to finish up the laundry, pushed herself to her feet at his arrival. Her hands outstretched for the bags hanging from his arms.
He grunted.
âIâve got them, donât worry about that.â Dick refused. Instead, opening his arms so that she could unclip the infant.
So, she did what he asked. A wispy smile on her lips as she removed her daughter.
âHello, darling. You have fun today?â YN asked, cuddling Olivia close to her chest. Dick gave an âuh-huhâ to answer; YN narrowed her eyes playfully, a smile pulling her lips involuntarily. âWere you able to get all your errands done?â
Dick nodded, dumping another bag onto the counter. He gathered a few items, then turned to put them away in the fridge.
âYes. We went to the grocery store, the bank, picked up some documents from the station, defeated a whole gang of drug dealers, and got seven phone numbers.â He informed with a lilt in his voice. YN snorted, and Dick turned away from his fridge to continue his story. âYou know how concerning it is that women practically fall over themselves for a guy with a baby? What if I were married?â
He pressed a hand to his chest, scandalously. As if adultery was the worst someone could do.
As if he didnât see the utter destruction of human nature night after night.
âYou should accept some of those, definitely.â She nodded, teasingly.
âNow why would I do that? Iâve got all the ladies I need, right here.â He grinned, holding her tightly against his side. She rolled her eyes when he squeezed her shoulder. âYou staying for dinner?â
YN paused, running down her to do list. Nothing that couldnât be put off another few hours.
âI donât see why not, long as youâre not tired of us.â She bargained. Dick scoffed, sweeping her hair away from her face.
âNever.â He promised.
YN smiled gratefully, staring up at him. The domesticity of the moment was endearing. His blue eyes even more so. She shouldâve been thinking a million different thingsâ hell, she had been thinking at least a thousand before he looked at her like that.
Now, the only thought in her brain was that it was a shame her baby didnât have those bright blue eyes.
A sudden, loud growling noise erupted from between the two adults. Ynâs face flushed with heat as she averted her gaze to the child in her arms.
âSpeaking of dinner, someone is hungry. After that big day of fighting bad guys, weâve got a tummy rumbling.â YNâs voice lowered, pressing kisses to Oliviaâs face.
The baby laughed, her hands smacking her motherâs face and smushing her cheeks.
âYou and me both, sister.â Dick concurred, brushing a hand over Oliviaâs head.
YN readjusted to grab Dickâs backpack and start sifting through it.
âShe have any milk left over?â She asked, pulling out his wallet and keys, pepper spray (like he wasnât six foot and one eighty nine), various items of Oliviaâs. She finally produced two empty bottles.
âNot a drop.â
âDamn.â YN muttered. Half relieved at the fact the infant was healthy and hungry, half annoyed she drank everything. Standing from her seat, YN began making her way out of the kitchen. âI didnât have time to pump this afternoon, I slept most of it. Looks like weâre going old school, sugar.â
Dick reached over to the drawer beside the sink, rummaging through tea towels and potholders to find a burping rag.
YN caught it as he tossed it at her, throwing it over her shoulder. She made her way toward the living room to procure a modicum of privacy.
Dick hummed at her newest situation. Heâd seen her topless far too many times to count. His embarrassment had long worn off.
That first night, in the hospital, he had tried to give her as much privacy and respect he could. He would turn away every time a nurse or doctor came in to check her; At every feeding, he would keep his eyes glued to her face so intensely it became a source of her self consciousness.
âGet it over with and just look at my tits, Grayson.â
âYN!â Heâd squawkedâ eyes going wide. She chuckled. âYouâre my best friend and that feels like a boundary we shouldnât cross.â
âYouâve seen it all, Dick. Trust me when I tell you, this is the least embarrassing thing youâll see me do from here on out.â
And she was right. As always.
But he liked to think himself a gentleman, and still gave her what she deserved in dignity.
Which is why he stayed in the kitchen, his back turned. YNâs soft hums floated in the air, along with the smells of dinner, being reheated on the stove.
It felt terribly domestic. It didnât feel real. Like this was something he had dreamed up. Conjured in his mind to satiate his loneliness.
But his mind wouldnât have made YN pregnant by a man who didnât hold his word to her. Who didnât have her back. Dick was too good a friend to imagine a future like that for her.
Even if he benefited from anotherâs loss. It hurt the ones he loved in the process.
âYour dinner, madam.â He presented the bowl graciously, his head dipping into a bow. YN snorted, eyes rolling. He settled in beside her, careful of the baby in the rocker in front of them. YN gently pushed it back and forth with her shin, keeping Olivia in motion. âHey, wouldnât it be hilarious if her first word was my name?â
YN sent him a side eye glance.
âIf she says the word âRichardâ on first try, sheâsââ
âNo.â Dick laughed, the look of pure indignation on her face was too good to pass up. His original statement had been half a joke, but now⊠what he wanted to tell her wasnât. He hesitated, fingers tracing over the handle of his spoon. âI mean like⊠dad.â
Ynâs chest tightened, her knee stopped moving. Her eyes pierced through him, though his own gaze remained glued to his soup.
She couldnât say he had blind sided herâ not really.
Dick had acted like Oliviaâs father for as long as YN could remember. He had been the first person she called when she found out.
And he had been there every step of the way.
Of course, Olivia would call him dad. That was a given, that she had already confronted.
But for Dick to accept it? Encourage it?
That was almost too much to ask for.
âIâd like that,â YN murmured, clearing her throat. Dickâs gaze was heavy, as he lifted it to level with her. Her face was kindâ her eyes gave away her true excitement. âYou being her dad. Better than her real father.â
Dick scoffed, anger stabbing at his chest at the mention of the man who fumbled the best two people he had ever laid eyes on.
âThat guy can kiss my entire ass.â He grumbled, tilting his bowl to his lips. YN hummed quietly, shifting Olivia closer to her body and carefully bringing a spoonful to to her own mouth. Oliviaâs chubby hand reached up, attempting to disrupt the course. Dick smiled softly, reaching over and taking her hand. Pushing it down. âI do consider Olivia mine, you know. And you.â
He was trying to give her a heart attack.
And he was gonna get what he wanted.
Her heart pounded against her sternum. She had known for a while that Dick was slowing down in his older years. He hadnât been on an actual date in⊠she couldnât even remember.
At first she wanted to scold herself for being such a bad friend that she hadnât even asked about his love life; But then, she realized, he hadnât even mentioned anything like that recently.
He was being serious.
He hadnât even needed to ask her and she agreed to his sentiments, wholeheartedly.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
âItâs nice to feel wanted.â YN murmured, failing at her attempt to guard herself.
Dick swore he heard heart strings snapping at her tone. He widened his legs, pressing his thigh to hers, ankles intertwined.
As close as he could get without disrupting their bowls, or the baby.
âIâll always want you.â He promised, carefully leaning closer. âEven if you are obnoxious.â
YN let out a laugh, drenched in her tears. But Dick was prepared for them this time.
