Say My Name
pairing: dick grayson x fem!reader
word count: 1,417
warnings: slight angst if you squint? mentions of sex
summary: where dick is the reader’s ex and they went on a date with Jason that ended rather awkwardly…
minors dni !!
“Go away, Dick!”
Her demand is followed by the harsh slam of her bedroom door, which stops the young man in his tracks. Dick lets out an exasperated sigh before resting his head against the door and giving it three light knocks.
“Y/n—”
He’s cut off by a soft thud from what he can only assume is a pillow that she has thrown at the door. Dick rolls his eyes.
“I said go away. I don’t want to talk about it,” she yells from where she lays in her bed, hoping for it to swallow her whole.
“Y/n, we’re friends. You can talk to me about this.”
But that’s the very thing. She can’t talk to him about this. Or rather she won’t. Having a discussion with her ex boyfriend about her failed date with his brother certainly was not on her bingo card for this year. She’s not at all surprised that he wants to know the details. For her to explain what went wrong. She can practically hear the smug look on his face as he pleas for her to open the door.
She wants to vomit.
“I’m not telling you how my date with Jason went.”
“It’s obvious that you’re upset. If you just—”
Y/n groans loudly over the rest of his words. She’s in no mood to hear them, nor does she want to pretend to be. “Yes, I’m upset. Which is why I’d like for you to drop it, and please leave.”
She doesn’t enjoy being so short with him. He’s right. They are friends. Best friends even. At least they were before they became a couple, and to this day she still feels like Dick’s the only person in the world who truly understands her. Who truly sees her. Faults and all.
It was actually her idea to stay friends after things ended, and even though Dick agreed, she could tell he was still torn up over everything. The split was relatively mutual but completely amicable. There weren’t really any hard feelings. They both had a lot on their plate that seemed to be getting in the way of the two of them moving their relationship forward. Dick had started a new Titans team on top of still being the one trying to hold his family together, and Y/n was starting her doctorate program.
The timing just wasn’t right. And why she decided to go on a date with Jason? She has no idea. Maybe it was a lame attempt at trying to move on and get out there and see other people. Granted, other people probably shouldn’t have been Dick’s brother. Or maybe she was trying to mask residual feelings that she still has.
Either way, it didn’t go well for her.
“I’m fine, Dick. You don’t have to worry about me,” she says after she can still hear him breathing on the other side of her door.
She stares up at her ceiling. She watches as the blades of her ceiling fan spin around and around, and she counts the seconds it takes until Dick says something again.
“Y/n?”
It’s twenty.
“Dick,” she sighs.
“Baby, I—” he begins, but immediately stops as he catches himself calling her the pet name he’d use whenever he was being gentle with her. It still slips out so easily. “Listen, I’m not trying to pry. It’s just…this could be my fault, and I want to explain and apologize.”
Her door suddenly flies open, and she stands right in front of him frowning. “What do you mean this is your fault?”
She studies him for a second, waiting to hear his response. What happened with Jason wasn’t his fault. Not technically anyway, but Dick still doesn’t have any of the blame to shoulder. Still, she’s curious as to what he has to say.
“Well…um…you see…the thing is…”
Oh my god, Richard. Please just spit it out, she thinks.
“I might have intentionally given Jason bad advice to ruin your date.”
Y/n quirks a brow. “Like what?”
Dick’s eyes shift around. “Um, like telling him not to take you anywhere nice because you don’t like fancy places. And I told him to be mean because that turns you on,” he confesses, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. He can barely look at her.
Y/n starts to grin, then she’s tilting her head back and full on laughing. Loudly. Uncontrollably. She’s clutching her stomach while Dick is looking at her like she’s crazy.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh,” she says between hiccups of laughter. “I really don’t. That’s just the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Dick smirks a little too, but conceals his laughter. He shoves his hands in his pockets and waits for her to collect herself. Y/n can tell he’s been beating himself up over that. She doesn’t mean to laugh so crudely in his face, but she does find it cute that he was jealous.
“Dick, Jason took me to that little French restaurant downtown,” she tells him once she catches a breath.
“He did?”
She nods. “Yeah, he did. He wore a suit and everything. He wasn’t mean to me at all either, so it’s safe to say he didn’t take your advice.”
Dick’s brows knit together, and Y/n can see the gears beginning to grind in his head. “So you two had a good time then?” He asks, but Y/n knows that isn’t what he really wants an answer about.
“It went alright until…”
“Until?” Dick coaxes.
Y/n shrugs, leaning her weight against the doorframe. “Until things moved to the bedroom.”
There’s a pinched expression on Dick’s face. It’s clear he wants to ask but also isn’t sure he actually wants to know.
“So—”
“We didn’t have sex,” she quickly tells him, and she visibly sees him relax a little. “We were going to. We probably would have if we hadn’t been making out and he said “Mmm, Y/n” and I said “Mmm, Dick” when I was supposed to say his name.”
Dick’s pupils become the size of the moon. “Wait you what?”
“You heard me.”
Dick starts to smirk, and a part of Y/n wants to slam the door in his face again. “Stop it,” she says.
“Stop what?” He feigns innocence.
“It’s not what you think.”
Actually, it’s probably exactly what he thinks. But she isn’t going to so easily admit that.
“Oh, so what am I supposed to think then? That you obviously aren’t still in love with me?”
She folds her arms across her chest, rolling her eyes at him in the process. “Get out of my apartment, Richard.”
“No, no, no. I’m not leaving until you admit that you’re still in love with me,” he says, mirroring the way she’s standing.
She looks at him. Really looks at him. Allows herself a moment to drink all of him in. There’s something swimming in those gorgeous blue eyes of his as he’s looking right back at her, and she recognizes that it’s hope. He’s hoping that she’ll tell him how she truly feels because maybe then he can finally be happy like he was.
She takes a deep breath. “Isn’t it obvious? In the heat of the moment, I said your name.”
“Uh-uh,” Dick tuts. “I wanna hear you say it.”
She desperately wants to slap that smirk off his face. “Fine,” she huffs, “Dick Grayson, after all these miserable months apart, I am still in love with you.”
“Thank you. That’s all I needed to hear,” he says, before he suddenly walks right past her. He grabs hold of her wrist and leads her back into her bedroom.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
Dick guides the two of them over to her bed where he takes a seat and pulls her onto his lap. She straddles him and wraps her arms around his neck while his hands rest on her waist, giving both sides a subtle squeeze.
He can feel wisps of her breath across his cheeks as he says, “I’m still in love with you too.”
“Okay,” she says, nudging his nose with her own, “but what are you doing?”
Dick then flips the two of them over, catching her by surprise as he leans down to leave a trail of kisses up the side of her neck and jaw. A small moan betrays her mouth, and it’s music to Dick’s ears as he slips a hand under her shirt, his fingers dancing lightly over her soft skin.
God he’s missed her.
“We are getting back together,” he tells her, then leans in close to her ear, “and I am going to make you say my name again.”
