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i am not a s a c r i f i c i a l lamb i was not born to die ✦ YJ Dick Grayson S1/S2 ✦

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streetxcat·:

        SHE FELT CONFUSED.  And heavy at that.  The months had felt slow between the aches and lack of being able to do much.  Sure, she wasn’t THAT far along, but a great of what she had enjoyed had become limited to the point they were no longer quite as fun.  Not that she was regretful, simply b o r ed of the whole ordeal.  As exciting as having a child might be, the whole pregnant part was anything but.

                   Glancing over, Cat managed a tired smile, chuckling softly.  “I guess.  Jus’ doesn’t sound as f u n t’be standing off t’the side.  Or being told m’getting fat.  But better than sitting ‘round here doing nothing.”

         The latter comment was a tease while bony hand moved to run over the spoken of bump.  It was visible for sure, and it made her wary to go out in public.  She wasn’t fond of being asked when she was due.

He couldn’t even IMAGINE what being pregnant felt like, what she might be--WAS--going through (physically and mentally.) But he’d been seen her through this much of the pregnancy, and Dick didn’t plan on letting her deal with any of this by herself. He’d be a pretty lousy boyfriend if that were the case.

      “Hey, c’mon... You ALWAYS love watching Wally       get his ASS handed to him in training. We’re        sparring buddies today, Canary assigned it.”       With a chuckle, Dick wrapped his arm around       her shoulders and gave her a light squeeze.        “I think you need a lil bit of a LAUGH right now,       sweetheart.”

The Boy Wonder’s eyes wandered down to her hand resting against her extended stomach, and his hand moved to  cover hers, trying to comfort her.

      “Or... I can skip sparring today... stay home...        make us some dinner. Get the good ol’ Wayne       in-mansion theater set up...

      I know it’s been a little while since I’ve been home...”

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magicxecustos:

         “Is that a complaint I hear? Are you          complaining about my healing methods?          Don’t make me let you bleed out next          time, cause I’ll do it enough to make          you squirm.”

She patted his bare back and stood from the couch. As she did, she snapped her fingers with a spark of magical energy and muttered an incantation in Latin. The spare suit floated out of the room in response, unceremoniously chucking itself into Dick’s face as he sat up on the couch. Sheri chuckled to herself and moved to the kitchen, retrieving her previously abandoned batch of tea and leaving him to redress for a second round of action.

It’s always easier for her to let him go back out if she doesn’t see him. She’d much rather make him STAY, but stopping him doing his vigilante work is like trying to stop her from being an agent– it just wasn’t going to happen.

      “No, no no. Not a complaint. More       of an... OBSERVATION, babe. Not       trying to start a battle I can’t win,       I SWEAR--”

He really did appreciate the little healing sessions she gave him when he came  back from a rough night on the town.  (Although, more often than not, “rough” was a little bit of an UNDERSTATEMENT.) His suit flying across the room slapped  the smug grin off his face as he sat up, and the former Boy Wonder rubbed the sore spot on his cheek where it had hit  him. Dick watched Sheri wander back into the kitchen, and that was when it hit him.

 This is normally the part where you LEAVE.

Shifting uncomfortably on the couch, Dick crossed his legs and leaned back further into the cushions, letting out a long sigh.

      “Hey, Sher...? I know it’s late, but...       Would you wanna watch a movie,       or something...?”

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      “Oh please—” she huffs, arms folding         over her chest. A performer he may have        been, but his skills were NOT in acting.        “I really WILL break a rib in a minute.” 

      “Sh-- Sharnaaaaaa...”

He reaches in “vain” for her and then “collapses” onto the floor. It seems that she has yet to learn that if there is an opportunity for Dick to be a DRAMA QUEEN--

He’s gonna TAKE IT.

      “How... How could you...       DO this to meeeee...?”

Cue the fake coughs.

      “I’m DYING--”

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Love this cover.

The Lost Carnival: A Dick Grayson Graphic Novel  by Michael Moreci and Sas Milledge

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YES I AM VERY HAPPY

;;i’ve had a LONG DAY and the dick was calling me, how was i supposed to help myself you KNEW this would HAPPEN 

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magicxecustos:

They’re getting better at this crime- fighting couple thing. She’s learning to stop being so protective and he’s figuring out his boundaries on how much he can give of himself. Still, there are nights ( such as tonight ) where she would rather be safe than sorry.

         “It’s bad enough that it at least           ought to be looked at. Besides,           I want to try out these new heal-           ing abilities.”

She flexed her fingers and sat beside him, close enough to smell some of the blood and sweat from his misadventures. Her hands hovered over the wound and glowed a soft gold. Slowly, the skin repaired itself before their very eyes and the injury was no more. The only evidence left was the blood stained uniform on the floor.

He’s face-down on the couch when she came and sat next to him,  lacking much of the feeling in his back, except for where the injury itself was. Dick grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it as he felt her fingers start to trail along his skin. If she was going to heal him up, he may as well be comfortable.

Usually Sheri was pretty quick, unless she decided to let her fingers wander ELSEWHERE--

There was a slight chill to the magic that made his shoulder blades twitch, but otherwise, the healing was a  rather painless ordeal. Thankfully.

      “That’s a lot less painful than       the spells you used t’use.        This one was... a little cold.       Not bad, Sher. THANK you.”

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         “UM… I didn’t hit you THAT hard.           Do you know how much I was holding           back? It’s not easy to restraint superhuman           strength, you know.”

Hopefully she can’t tell that he’s 110% FAKING it. What a DICK---

      “Oof... I dunno, SHARNA.       I think you may have broken       a RIB or SOMETHING.              I’m completely--UTTERLY--destroyed.             I’m DONE FOR.”

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@scarletcatharsis

      “You can’t even relax       for two SECONDS, can       you, Jaybird?”

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@jaybirdtxdd

      “I got you, Red--!              I got you.”

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@streetxcat

      “Hey, you--”

It had been a couple months since they’d discovered Cat was pregnant, and the two of them had decided on keeping the child. Bruce hadn’t been entirely happy with that decision, but they were technically adults now, so really it wasn’t his choice to make.

      “Training’s been boring without       having you there... Y’know you       can still tag along if you want.       The team likes having you around.”

He sat down next to her, giving her a light peck on the cheek.

      “And you KNOW that M’gann       would just fawn over that lil’        baby bump you’re sporting.”

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@hearstheearth

      “...I’ll stay.”

He had been about to leave Mount Justice for the night when she had stopped him. There was hardly any hesitation when she took his hand, quietly asked him to spend the night.

      “You sure you’re doing okay       here, Zee? There’s plenty of       room in the manor if you want       to come live with me instead...”

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@sanguisfulgur

      “UGH--             I know this is PRACTICE,             but you don’t have to hit             me THAT hard.”

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;;i’m really feelin’ it tonight, so LIKE for a starter??

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magicxecustos:

      “… Sit down so I can take care of your wound.              Then you can proceed to change into the newer uniform for the night.”

      “...okay.”

He knows better than to argue at this point. So he turns and walks over to the couch,  stripping his clothes off as he goes.

      “Is it really that bad...? I mean,       it didn’t... FEEL that bad. So I       don’t know...”

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magicxecustos:

     “A scratch?             Dick, your bleeding all over what’s LEFT of your uniform–”

      “Sher, I’m fine--             Ah, yeah, uh... I think I have a spare in the closet.”

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@magicxecustos

      “Don’t LOOK at me like that.                   It’s just a SCRATCH ---”