࣪˖ଓ⋆.˚ ── gender neutral reader x aged up damian wayne
⭑ 𓂃 headcanons
• sfw.ꜝꜝ fluff ༢ tiny bits of angst
boyfriend!damian who struggles to let you know that he loves you, verbally at least - he finds words are easy to misplace and can be taken poorly, he prefers to let you know through small acts of service
boyfriend!damian who is fiercely protective of you without being possessive, he understands that you're your own person - he knows what it feels like to be suffocated with the weight of someone's 'ownership' and he'd never want you to experience that
boyfriend!damian who values honestly more than anything, growing up surrounded by manipulation makes deception one of the fastest ways to lose his trust, he can forgive mistakes much more easily than lies
boyfriend!damian who finds how you treat animals a top priority, he wouldn't outwardly judge you for eating meat or unethical animal byproducts, but he would offer to do most of the cooking to minimise how much you do consume animal products - he wouldn't force you into the lifestyle but he would slowly introduce you to new foods that don't have animal products in them in hopes you pick it up naturally
boyfriend!damian who isn't naturally verbally affectionate, he struggles to find the right words to compliment you, and if he believes you are perfect, why wouldn't you?
boyfriend!damian who loves peaceful silence, simply being with you is his favourite pastime - he doesn't require physical affection or words to fill the silence, he's happy to just be in a room with you and co-exist
boyfriend!damian who remembers everything about you, from your favourite animal to which plate you like the most, he remembers everything and stores it away to make life a little better for you, he'll always give you the best portion of food, the nicer plate, he'll let you steal the bigger blanket - he wants to improve your quality of life, not take away from it
boyfriend!damian who gets embarrassed by public affection, he isn't embarrassed of you - he just isn't used to that social norm, affection (especially publicly) was frowned upon in the league, he never got quite used to it in the manor either, to so publicly state your relationship status feels like something he should be shameful of, he hides it the best he can because he'd hate to make you feel like you he is ashamed of you rather than the situation
boyfriend!damian who struggles to ask for comfort, years of training told him vulnerability was weakness, to blatantly ignore that instinct feels wrong, instead of asking for reassurance, he'll hover closer to you to the point of being suffocating
boyfriend!damian who once he feels comfortable, he becomes surprisingly domestic - he enjoys gardening, cooking and maintaining your animals, he finds it grounding, he lets his guard down and will teach you how to do various skills, laughing with you when you get soil on your cheek or cake batter on the ceiling
boyfriend!damian who just wants you to feel as loved and treasured as you are by him - he wants you to feel safe in a way he was never allowed to
an. okay i've finally done a damian work, i feel proud - he's actually really cute to write for ❤️🩹
⤷ ゛The batboys are all very different when it comes to treating their partner. But which one do you like best? ˎˊ˗
batboys (separately) x reader, established relationship, fem!reader in mind, header says it all, CLICHE STUFF, the crossed off parts are kind of like things people PORTRAY them as.
A/n: got this idea at 2am when I couldn't sleep
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Bruce Wayne ᯓ
Bruce leads with elegance.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to have a sugar daddy?
He's a man of few words, but thousands of actions. It's never easy to tell what he's thinking or feeling, but he never hides it from you.
And while not relying on his speech a lot, when he does, he's bold. The way he speaks to you is beyond any kind of other conversations you've had in your life. He explains slow without yelling and repeats himself when needed without making you feel stupid for not knowing or understanding.
At the start of your relationship he didn't dare touch you without your permission and to a certain extent, he still doesn't. Instead of words though, now he uses gestures like waiting for half a second or looking up at you before you nod for permission.
"I love you" is the strongest and most meaningful thing for him to say. Because Bruce is always truthful, and when he says it, he means it fully.
You were also shown off. Regardless of Bruce being a very protective man of you, he couldn't help himself but show you to the world. Galas, events, work. Anywhere he could keep you by his side, you'd be asked to accompany him.
And do I need to mention the black amex card being 24/7 in your use? Sometimes you won't even need to ask, because he knows you rarely do. You're just gonna find it next to your coffee the next morning.
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Dick Grayson ᯓ
Dick leads with empathy.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be with the golden retriever guy?
He's a born leader who possesses high emotional intelligence. And that makes him great not only at noticing your problems, but solving them before you even know.
He doesn't need you to tell him when something is wrong or when you're upset, he knows. And you can be sure that that is never ignored.
Unlike Bruce, Dick is a man of both actions and words. He compliments you without a second thought and knows exactly what and how to say it.
No one can deny how social and loved he is. He's the kindest man you've ever known and others could see it too. And Dick is aware he's liked, but he never oversteps. He might be kind to others, but that could never compare to the princess treatment he gives you.
PDA also falls into that category. In public everyone can see you're with him. And he isn't usually a very jealous or possessive man. Neither is he the type to threaten someone, but it's because he doesn't need to. The moment another man spots the gentle, yet firm hand sitting on top of your hips or around your waist, he knows it's time to back off.
Sidewalk rule. It's sacred to him, he swears. The thought of you being in danger even in those small ways terrifies him to the core and he cannot stand it. Call him paranoid, but he will stay like that.
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Jason Todd ᯓ
Jason leads with impulsivity.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be dating a criminal?
While Jason might have that 'bad boy' look with the clothes, motorcycle, muscles and hair, he is certainly far from the confident one in your relationship.
Jason doesn't know how to love 'properly' or at least he thought so. Because he thought there was a right way to do things, until you told them love doesn't have any rules.
That's when he started to show how he is in the relationship. He doesn't wait nor think about what he says or does after he's gotten comfortable. But that's what you can always count on - truthfulness. Because the words come out so immediately he couldn't have possibly even thought of lying to you about something.
Assurance comes along with it. Jason knows what it's like to be troubled with so much and he would never want the person who he loves so dearly to ever feel like he did. So despite it being hard for him, he makes sure you never doubt yourself at what you do.
And last, but not least - the calmness that lays in him under all those feelings. Because when you ask to stay with him, he will never tell you no. And for Jason to allow someone to see him in all kinds of states is enough to prove how much he cares.
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Tim Drake ᯓ
Tim leads with intelligence.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to date a nerd?
Tim has always relied on his intellect. Before and while being Robin. It is one of his traits that has been most useful to him his whole life. And that's why he puts it in his relationship too.
Most of the time it doesn't even happen on purpose. But in his head he just does it without realizing. The amount of time you've spent doing certain things, whether you're being repetitive or simply checking where you are sometimes.
...Honestly kind of creepy if you ask someone else about it. But he doesn't do it with that intent. Most of the time, he doesn't even have an intent on doing it. It just happens. He loves you, he wants to know you better - sue him.
Because those things later turn into him understanding you better. In certain situations, on what to get you as a gift, on how you feel during certain situations based on your expression and in what mood you are in.
He's happy when you are, so just lay there with him and sleep for a day and a half and the marriage proposal will be right there, believe me.
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Damian Al-Ghul Wayne ᯓ
Damian leads with independence.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to date the black cat?
Damian has been raised in a...certain way that may not always align with everyone's way of seeing things and he has already accepted that. But he also can't deny how much he has picked up from it.
He possesses a caring nature under all the negative emotions and the only time you could see this is when he's with his animals and you. And he shows it in a quite specific way, because growing up without a father and a mother (to an extent) figure certainly has created a mindset in him.
If you want something, you go and get it yourself.
And that's how he does everything when it comes to your relationship with him too. If he wants to say something, he will. And you best believe he'd do everything for you.
Because while Damian may seem rough outside, he treats his partner with the most respect that he doesn't even hold towards himself. He makes sure you're always taken care of, not because of gender roles or traditions, but because that's the best way he has to express exactly how much he feels.
⤷ ゛The batboys are all very different when it comes to treating their partner. But which one do you like best? ˎˊ˗
batboys (separately) x reader, established relationship, fem!reader in mind, header says it all, CLICHE STUFF, the crossed off parts are kind of like things people PORTRAY them as.
A/n: got this idea at 2am when I couldn't sleep
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Bruce Wayne ᯓ
Bruce leads with elegance.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to have a sugar daddy?
He's a man of few words, but thousands of actions. It's never easy to tell what he's thinking or feeling, but he never hides it from you.
And while not relying on his speech a lot, when he does, he's bold. The way he speaks to you is beyond any kind of other conversations you've had in your life. He explains slow without yelling and repeats himself when needed without making you feel stupid for not knowing or understanding.
At the start of your relationship he didn't dare touch you without your permission and to a certain extent, he still doesn't. Instead of words though, now he uses gestures like waiting for half a second or looking up at you before you nod for permission.
"I love you" is the strongest and most meaningful thing for him to say. Because Bruce is always truthful, and when he says it, he means it fully.
You were also shown off. Regardless of Bruce being a very protective man of you, he couldn't help himself but show you to the world. Galas, events, work. Anywhere he could keep you by his side, you'd be asked to accompany him.
And do I need to mention the black amex card being 24/7 in your use? Sometimes you won't even need to ask, because he knows you rarely do. You're just gonna find it next to your coffee the next morning.
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Dick Grayson ᯓ
Dick leads with empathy.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be with the golden retriever guy?
He's a born leader who possesses high emotional intelligence. And that makes him great not only at noticing your problems, but solving them before you even know.
He doesn't need you to tell him when something is wrong or when you're upset, he knows. And you can be sure that that is never ignored.
Unlike Bruce, Dick is a man of both actions and words. He compliments you without a second thought and knows exactly what and how to say it.
No one can deny how social and loved he is. He's the kindest man you've ever known and others could see it too. And Dick is aware he's liked, but he never oversteps. He might be kind to others, but that could never compare to the princess treatment he gives you.
PDA also falls into that category. In public everyone can see you're with him. And he isn't usually a very jealous or possessive man. Neither is he the type to threaten someone, but it's because he doesn't need to. The moment another man spots the gentle, yet firm hand sitting on top of your hips or around your waist, he knows it's time to back off.
Sidewalk rule. It's sacred to him, he swears. The thought of you being in danger even in those small ways terrifies him to the core and he cannot stand it. Call him paranoid, but he will stay like that.
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Jason Todd ᯓ
Jason leads with impulsivity.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be dating a criminal?
While Jason might have that 'bad boy' look with the clothes, motorcycle, muscles and hair, he is certainly far from the confident one in your relationship.
Jason doesn't know how to love 'properly' or at least he thought so. Because he thought there was a right way to do things, until you told them love doesn't have any rules.
That's when he started to show how he is in the relationship. He doesn't wait nor think about what he says or does after he's gotten comfortable. But that's what you can always count on - truthfulness. Because the words come out so immediately he couldn't have possibly even thought of lying to you about something.
Assurance comes along with it. Jason knows what it's like to be troubled with so much and he would never want the person who he loves so dearly to ever feel like he did. So despite it being hard for him, he makes sure you never doubt yourself at what you do.
And last, but not least - the calmness that lays in him under all those feelings. Because when you ask to stay with him, he will never tell you no. And for Jason to allow someone to see him in all kinds of states is enough to prove how much he cares.
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Tim Drake ᯓ
Tim leads with intelligence.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to date a nerd?
Tim has always relied on his intellect. Before and while being Robin. It is one of his traits that has been most useful to him his whole life. And that's why he puts it in his relationship too.
Most of the time it doesn't even happen on purpose. But in his head he just does it without realizing. The amount of time you've spent doing certain things, whether you're being repetitive or simply checking where you are sometimes.
...Honestly kind of creepy if you ask someone else about it. But he doesn't do it with that intent. Most of the time, he doesn't even have an intent on doing it. It just happens. He loves you, he wants to know you better - sue him.
Because those things later turn into him understanding you better. In certain situations, on what to get you as a gift, on how you feel during certain situations based on your expression and in what mood you are in.
He's happy when you are, so just lay there with him and sleep for a day and a half and the marriage proposal will be right there, believe me.
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Damian Al-Ghul Wayne ᯓ
Damian leads with independence.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to date the black cat?
Damian has been raised in a...certain way that may not always align with everyone's way of seeing things and he has already accepted that. But he also can't deny how much he has picked up from it.
He possesses a caring nature under all the negative emotions and the only time you could see this is when he's with his animals and you. And he shows it in a quite specific way, because growing up without a father and a mother (to an extent) figure certainly has created a mindset in him.
If you want something, you go and get it yourself.
And that's how he does everything when it comes to your relationship with him too. If he wants to say something, he will. And you best believe he'd do everything for you.
Because while Damian may seem rough outside, he treats his partner with the most respect that he doesn't even hold towards himself. He makes sure you're always taken care of, not because of gender roles or traditions, but because that's the best way he has to express exactly how much he feels.
sfw — talk of nipples ⸝⸝ gn! reader ⸝⸝ may not be 100% accurate! ⸝⸝ wc - 0.3k
arkham knight was an enigma to you, he acted aloof and cold when in public, yet the hands that broke necks and snapped fingers rubbed your back ever so tenderly, muscles that could kill a man if he applied to much pressure acted as a pillow when sleeping. "jason," he had whispered to you one night, "my name is jason." it suited him, from what you could tell. he was still very protective over his face, but glimpses of his jaw, his nose and his lips told you he was handsome.
"you seem jittery today." jason had said bluntly though without the cynical tone that often accompanied it, you smiled and shrugged softly, "i always get a bit nervous before an appointment," you explained, sighing softly as jason turned his back to you again, you stared at the armour, the soft soft of his helmet's technology whirring felt all too loud. "appointment?" he questioned, though he was playing dumb. you knew jason knew every word of your schedule, at least he now pretended to not know - it was better than him answering "i know." whenever you told him about an event you were going to. "piercing, i'm still not a hundred percent on what to get. any suggestions?" jason looked back at you, and while you couldn't see his eyes, you could certainly feel them scanning your face.
"nipples." jason said after a beat, you raised an eyebrow, "seriously? you're such an asshat." jason's mechanical laugh sounded softer somehow, "left helix, it'll look good on you." he said, placing a piece of toast in front of you, "you should eat, going with low blood pressure isn't a good idea."
an. — i luv arkham knight, one of my favourite dynamics is ak x stray (reader stray ofc, not tim..)
some people will be like “I wonder why fanfic writers don’t share their works anymore😔” and then this is them when a writer is kind enough to share something they write — as a hobby, for their own enjoyment — with them for free.
some people really don’t realize how privileged they are that they get fanfics for free. imagine having access to something for free because someone is kind enough to share it with you… and then being rude, entitled and an ungrateful pos to that person who was kind enough to share their creation with you for free
“almost 1 year is a lil too much for me” fuck off. fanfic writers don’t owe you anything. one of my favorite fics was updated after 13 years, and what I did is that I thanked the author for choosing to continue the work, I didn’t act like a spoiled toddler by asking why they didn’t update sooner. and even if a writer chooses to abandon their fic permanently with no explanation, that is their choice, their hobby, their decision. they don’t owe your entitled ass anything.
you people let tiktok rot your brains to the point you see everything as content farm and engagement. not a piece of art created by the artist’s love and passion. it’s dystopian.
koro-sensei deserves so many fics omg! and i really wish i could write for senku, but he's is so fucking smart, how am i ever supposed to capture his character! shikamaru is an underrated king.
2. THE MAGICIANS
need i say anything? look at their eyes ughhhhhhhhhhh need more.
3. THE GOOFBALLS
i am still shocked by how few Luffy-centric fics we have. it's just not fair! jiraya is a genuine hear me out, but i think people can relate...right? and for naruto, i mean exclusively adult naruto, i've seen barely a handful :(
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 - the state of being free from external control, influence, or support, allowing individuals to act, decide, and function alone.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Dick Grayson x fem!reader / reader is living alone and managing 100 things basically /
A/n: So uhm..I lost some of my drafts for 'Complicated', but I promise I'll finish it too!
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"I don't think I'll have the time for that...Sorry guys."
You mentioned to your friends through the phone sitting in front of you.
That was the third time in a row now that you have said 'no' to your closest people from university asking you to see you tonight.
It wasn't that it was intentional or that you wanted to refuse them, but it was kind of unavoidable - even now as the conversation was going on, your coffee was at the side and more than two textbooks were wide open on the space in front of you.
"You think you'll be able to make it for Thursday then?"
The question rose in the air as your silence gave the answer away. Not long after, your call with them ended. You sighed, setting your pen down and getting off the desk. You needed to move around a bit and take your mind off this for a second.
Leaning against the window-wall of your apartment, you took in the atmosphere. The bat-signal up, shining, in dark of the evening. You looked down from the high floor to see a few police cars and officers, talking to people.
Something was surely happening. Sliding the window door to the side, you stepped out in the terrace. You could hear it now too - the police sirens, the chaos in between people, the loud speakers. You looked around to try and realize what's happening.
While looking, you must've been a bit lost in your thoughts, because you barely realize the movement happening next to you. Quickly turning to the side after being startled, you almost immediately recognize the figure in front of you.
Noticing how you took a step back, the man shifts slightly, a warm smile spreading on the only part of his face you were able to see. The black bodysuit with a vibrant blue bird emblem stretching across his chest. Fuck.
"Sorry, that was kid of sudden, but I'll ask you to step inside and lock that window door." His tone was gentle, not commanding, only suggesting, regarding of it being important enough for a command.
A bit hesitant, you took a few steps back and nodded. That was the policy in Gotham - the protectors tell you, you listen. You haven't seen Nightwing from so up close before and you definitely didn't expect it to feel like this - regarding of the apparently problem that was going on close to you, the sense of danger didn't step near you. Was that what it was like?
Locking the barrier after stepping inside, he 'flew' to the next building before your eyes. The sirens didn't stop, but your heart was at ease, surprisingly.
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Keys, headphones, wallet- you should have everything with you. Triple checking your items while grabbing your coat and stepping out of your apartment, you locked the door.
Busy streets, full of people. The city was as shiny as ever.
Reaching the front stairs of your university, you look at your belongings for a second. And it may be true that you should always have your eyes on the road.
"Careful there." You hear the ring of a deeper voice as you feel a hand on your upper arm.
Stopping, you looked at him, and fortunately or not, you felt like you've seen him before, but you can't quite recall when. He flashed a gentle smile before you could even respond.
"Sorry, for grabbing you like that, but you were going to run into the-"
"Yes, I saw, thank you..." You responded quickly, not moving an inch.
He released your arm, still smiling when he introduced himself. "Richard Grayson, but you can call me Dick."
You raised an eyebrow and he stopped you with a chuckle before you can say anything. "Yes, I know how it sounds."
You chuckled back, finally relaxing a little, phew, so he was normal.
"Well, Dick, thank you for, uh, saving my life here."
"You're welcome," He turned to the school behind both of you. "You're majoring here?"
You nodded your head, following his gaze. "Indeed. I don't think you do though, I've never seen you here."
"That's right," He waved a hand off at the question. "It's been a while since I studied at uni. I work at the station house."
"Oh, you're a policeman?" Your eyes open more.
"Something like that." He pulled out his phone before your response could even form in your head. "Could I...?"
You took a second to understand what he meant before taking typing in your number on his phone. "... I'll have to go to class, but-"
"What time do your classes end?"
"At four?"
"I'll text you when you're done. My shift will start soon so I'll go, but we'll call, don't worry."
And with the quick interaction it ended. Going back to your classes, there was a flutter in your heart throughout the whole day.
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"Soooo, what has gotten you so lost in your thoughts?" Three of your friends sat at the round table with your coffees.
You loved time for lunch like this. They happened almost every single day and honestly they were one of your favourite parts of the day - finally being able to complain about everything and just don't care.
It's a bit hard to imagine your life here without the small things happening like, if you're honest. Maybe you should appreciate them more.
"Sorry... Finals are killing me these days." You take a sip of your drink before placing it back next to your textbooks that are open in front of you.
"It seems like something else entirely is killing you." Ayla said from the opposite of you. "You keep checking your phone. Expecting bad news?"
You take a second to register the words and think about your response. Do you mention to them the two strange interactions you had in the past day? It's not unusual for you guys to talk about stuff like that, so why not?
"Bumped into a guy on the way here...gave him his number and yeah." You said, a bit too quickly for your liking.
"You're saying it like you didn't want to do it. Did he harass you?"
A chuckle escapes your lips, before looking at them sarcastically.
"No, no." You waved a hand off at them. "Just... Is it even worth trying again at this point? The last three times were awful and all of you knew."
All three of them nodded. Not only with you, but with them too your past relationships had been a rollercoaster of emotions and you were tired of it. Tired of being lied to.
"I think you have to be more positive. Not all men would disappoint you." Maeve said smilingly. Of course she would say that, there wasn't a day where she wasn't as joyful as the sun. That's why you loved her.
"It's easy for you to say, you're engaged, and we still have a year left in uni!" You threw the words back at her, not judging. Just an observation.
"What can I say? Some people are just lucky." She stretched her arms back and leaned her back on the chair, smirking.
Thirty minutes later, as you were sitting in a lecture, you actually thought about it.
Could your friends be right?
Is it worth trying after so many times of broken promises? After so many empty words? After so many fake feelings?
As if by command your phone lit up. You couldn't even hear what your professor was saying as you checked the notification.
'Hey, it's Dick from earlier :) Mind if I take you out to dinner tonight? If you're free ofc'
You smiled to yourself as you read the message. Okay, maybe it could be better this time, who knows?
Just in case, you took a few minutes to reply back.
'I'd love that actually.' You send back.
'Perfect! Send me your address, I'll pick you up. Dress up for a restaurant, but be comfortable 🙂↕️'
You chuckled, then quickly got your face back into normal, forgetting for a second you were still surrounded by people.
After sending you his address, you flipped your phone back around with his phone down. He chose the place, texted you and told you he'd pick you up.
Maybe that wouldn't be so bad after all.
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Fixing the last strand of your hair in the mirror, you made sure you were ready. Honestly, there wasn't much you needed to check if you've gotten, right? All cards, phone, chapstick- yeah everything is here.
Looking at the clock on the wall, you checked the time. 7:03p.m. Dick should have been here already.
You sat on the edge of the bed to check your phone once again if you hadn't missed the message. It's fine, he was just a little late, nothing scandalous.
Then after two more minutes of thinking you still decide to step outside to wait for him. Would be better, right?
When the minutes reached ten, you saw the black car slowing down to the right in front of you on the street. The cold air hit you for a second before the man you were waiting for exited from the driver's seat.
And goddamn.
The loose jeans and light blue dress shirt suited him better than anyone you've seen, in real life, for that matter. His hair was a bit out of place and you could swear his breathing was a little heavy.
He was probably nervous, right?
"I apologize for being late, I had, uhh, an emergency come up and-"
"It's okay, it's okay. You're not even that late." You waved off his apology with your hand. It really was fine.
"You look incredible, by the way." A smile turned up on his face, the kind of one that made you very interested in the ground currently.
"Thanks..." The two of you got into the car without further explanation to be in time for the reservation.
And oh boy, was it worth it. The place was beautiful. No, not beautiful. It was magnificent. For a moment you couldn't take your eyes off the atmosphere and decorations.
The waiter quickly led you to the table, placing two menus on it and leaving you two decide. With the options spread out in front of you, Dick broke the silence first.
"So, how is uni going for you right before the break?" He asked with a smile. Gosh, that smile didn't leave his face often, did it?
"Packed with exams, last minute projects and annoying teachers." You said, only half jokingly, because to a big extent, it really was like that.
"I can only imagine." He replied back to you with a chuckle.
"Trust me, you don't want to. I bet being a hero is way more interesting than what I do."
At your words Dick froze for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak and shut it again before actually questioning what you said.
"Hero....?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
"Ahm...Yeah? You're a policeman, right?" You said a bit skeptically. Did you say something wrong for him to react like that?
"Oh! Oh-! Yes, yes, of course." He laughed a bit. "That's my job. Helping people."
You nodded carefully, still a bit straddled by his reaction, but you decided to move on from it anyway.
You could admit, conversations with Dick were so easy to flow. He was interested in anything you were saying, despite not having untested in them himself.
The food was tasty, the wine was wine-ing, you looked good, you felt good and it was...better than you expected.
"Honestly, tell me more about yourself, I'm talking the whole evening here." You told him, picking up your glass as you leaned forward on the table.
He shrugged, before replying to you casually. "I like hearing you talk. But sure, what do you wanna know?"
"Your favourite color, favourite food, got any siblings. I don't know, anything."
"Blue, andouille sausage pizza and yeah. A few."
You raised an eyebrow at his casual response back. You switched the positions of your legs beneath the table, placing you glass back down. "A few?"
"Yep. A few."
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At this point the night was almost over. Your plates and glass were empty, it was getting quite dark outside and you had both already gone through a million topics that you couldn't even imagine talking about on a first date.
So you decided to share it.
"Do you know, that's one of the best first dates I've ever been on." You mentioned, looking through the window walls of the high-floored place in which the restaurant sat.
"Only one of? I'm offended."
"Okay, the best one." You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic comment. "But seriously, compared to other ones, this one is just.. perfect."
He smiled before crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Yet you haven't seen anything."
You furrowed your eyebrows for a second. What does he even mean by you haven't seen anything yet-.
Oh. Oh.
Yeah, the way every day in today's time apparently ends. 'No one does that on the first date' my ass. All of them do it. That's what they all want.
He raised his cup from the table.
"To the perfect night."
Fuck it and the negative thoughts. You were having a good time.
"To tonight."
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The ride home was spent in silence. But not that awkward kind of one where all your thinking about is if you should say something.
But that soft, gentle one that you swear you haven't experienced in a good while.
He opened the door for you at the arrival and you thanked him. His eyes were fully on you, before he got a notification and immediately looked at his phone.
His Express turned serious almost the exact same second and you couldn't help but be curious. "Everything okay?"
"Hm? Oh yeah, yeah. Don't worry about it."
You nodded at his reassurance, though it didn't do much to your thoughts.
Stepping on the pavement right in front of your house, he pulled you into a hug, before quickly placing a kiss to your forehead.
You were straddled for a second. Well, that was definitely in a rush.
"I'll text you again tomorrow." He said at the same speed as his actions.
"Are you sure? You can come in for a little if you want or-"
"Positive." His sweet voice interrupted yours. He flashed you one last smile before getting back into his car. "Goodnight, sleep well. And close your windows, Gotham is dangerous."
"Yeah.. Goodnight."
Watching the car disappear in the dark street for a few seconds, you looked up, straddled by a noise.
Shit. The alarm.
Well, definitely time to go back in.
Turning on the lights and taking off your purse and accessories you were finally home.
The night wasn't exhausting, no. The complete opposite. It relaxed you - took your mind off things and you wished it could have been longer.
But that thought led you to something else. Why did he react like that to his phone? What could have possibly switched his mood and attention so fast?
Was he lying to you too? Maybe he was married, or a stalker or- who knows??
Grabbing back your phone, you texted your friends.
"Hey, can we guys meet tomorrow at the cafe. I wanna tell you something."
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 - the state of being free from external control, influence, or support, allowing individuals to act, decide, and function alone.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Dick Grayson x fem!reader / reader is living alone and managing 100 things basically /
A/n: So uhm..I lost some of my drafts for 'Complicated', but I promise I'll finish it too!
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"I don't think I'll have the time for that...Sorry guys."
You mentioned to your friends through the phone sitting in front of you.
That was the third time in a row now that you have said 'no' to your closest people from university asking you to see you tonight.
It wasn't that it was intentional or that you wanted to refuse them, but it was kind of unavoidable - even now as the conversation was going on, your coffee was at the side and more than two textbooks were wide open on the space in front of you.
"You think you'll be able to make it for Thursday then?"
The question rose in the air as your silence gave the answer away. Not long after, your call with them ended. You sighed, setting your pen down and getting off the desk. You needed to move around a bit and take your mind off this for a second.
Leaning against the window-wall of your apartment, you took in the atmosphere. The bat-signal up, shining, in dark of the evening. You looked down from the high floor to see a few police cars and officers, talking to people.
Something was surely happening. Sliding the window door to the side, you stepped out in the terrace. You could hear it now too - the police sirens, the chaos in between people, the loud speakers. You looked around to try and realize what's happening.
While looking, you must've been a bit lost in your thoughts, because you barely realize the movement happening next to you. Quickly turning to the side after being startled, you almost immediately recognize the figure in front of you.
Noticing how you took a step back, the man shifts slightly, a warm smile spreading on the only part of his face you were able to see. The black bodysuit with a vibrant blue bird emblem stretching across his chest. Fuck.
"Sorry, that was kid of sudden, but I'll ask you to step inside and lock that window door." His tone was gentle, not commanding, only suggesting, regarding of it being important enough for a command.
A bit hesitant, you took a few steps back and nodded. That was the policy in Gotham - the protectors tell you, you listen. You haven't seen Nightwing from so up close before and you definitely didn't expect it to feel like this - regarding of the apparently problem that was going on close to you, the sense of danger didn't step near you. Was that what it was like?
Locking the barrier after stepping inside, he 'flew' to the next building before your eyes. The sirens didn't stop, but your heart was at ease, surprisingly.
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Keys, headphones, wallet- you should have everything with you. Triple checking your items while grabbing your coat and stepping out of your apartment, you locked the door.
Busy streets, full of people. The city was as shiny as ever.
Reaching the front stairs of your university, you look at your belongings for a second. And it may be true that you should always have your eyes on the road.
"Careful there." You hear the ring of a deeper voice as you feel a hand on your upper arm.
Stopping, you looked at him, and fortunately or not, you felt like you've seen him before, but you can't quite recall when. He flashed a gentle smile before you could even respond.
"Sorry, for grabbing you like that, but you were going to run into the-"
"Yes, I saw, thank you..." You responded quickly, not moving an inch.
He released your arm, still smiling when he introduced himself. "Richard Grayson, but you can call me Dick."
You raised an eyebrow and he stopped you with a chuckle before you can say anything. "Yes, I know how it sounds."
You chuckled back, finally relaxing a little, phew, so he was normal.
"Well, Dick, thank you for, uh, saving my life here."
"You're welcome," He turned to the school behind both of you. "You're majoring here?"
You nodded your head, following his gaze. "Indeed. I don't think you do though, I've never seen you here."
"That's right," He waved a hand off at the question. "It's been a while since I studied at uni. I work at the station house."
"Oh, you're a policeman?" Your eyes open more.
"Something like that." He pulled out his phone before your response could even form in your head. "Could I...?"
You took a second to understand what he meant before taking typing in your number on his phone. "... I'll have to go to class, but-"
"What time do your classes end?"
"At four?"
"I'll text you when you're done. My shift will start soon so I'll go, but we'll call, don't worry."
And with the quick interaction it ended. Going back to your classes, there was a flutter in your heart throughout the whole day.
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"Soooo, what has gotten you so lost in your thoughts?" Three of your friends sat at the round table with your coffees.
You loved time for lunch like this. They happened almost every single day and honestly they were one of your favourite parts of the day - finally being able to complain about everything and just don't care.
It's a bit hard to imagine your life here without the small things happening like, if you're honest. Maybe you should appreciate them more.
"Sorry... Finals are killing me these days." You take a sip of your drink before placing it back next to your textbooks that are open in front of you.
"It seems like something else entirely is killing you." Ayla said from the opposite of you. "You keep checking your phone. Expecting bad news?"
You take a second to register the words and think about your response. Do you mention to them the two strange interactions you had in the past day? It's not unusual for you guys to talk about stuff like that, so why not?
"Bumped into a guy on the way here...gave him his number and yeah." You said, a bit too quickly for your liking.
"You're saying it like you didn't want to do it. Did he harass you?"
A chuckle escapes your lips, before looking at them sarcastically.
"No, no." You waved a hand off at them. "Just... Is it even worth trying again at this point? The last three times were awful and all of you knew."
All three of them nodded. Not only with you, but with them too your past relationships had been a rollercoaster of emotions and you were tired of it. Tired of being lied to.
"I think you have to be more positive. Not all men would disappoint you." Maeve said smilingly. Of course she would say that, there wasn't a day where she wasn't as joyful as the sun. That's why you loved her.
"It's easy for you to say, you're engaged, and we still have a year left in uni!" You threw the words back at her, not judging. Just an observation.
"What can I say? Some people are just lucky." She stretched her arms back and leaned her back on the chair, smirking.
Thirty minutes later, as you were sitting in a lecture, you actually thought about it.
Could your friends be right?
Is it worth trying after so many times of broken promises? After so many empty words? After so many fake feelings?
As if by command your phone lit up. You couldn't even hear what your professor was saying as you checked the notification.
'Hey, it's Dick from earlier :) Mind if I take you out to dinner tonight? If you're free ofc'
You smiled to yourself as you read the message. Okay, maybe it could be better this time, who knows?
Just in case, you took a few minutes to reply back.
'I'd love that actually.' You send back.
'Perfect! Send me your address, I'll pick you up. Dress up for a restaurant, but be comfortable 🙂↕️'
You chuckled, then quickly got your face back into normal, forgetting for a second you were still surrounded by people.
After sending you his address, you flipped your phone back around with his phone down. He chose the place, texted you and told you he'd pick you up.
Maybe that wouldn't be so bad after all.
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Fixing the last strand of your hair in the mirror, you made sure you were ready. Honestly, there wasn't much you needed to check if you've gotten, right? All cards, phone, chapstick- yeah everything is here.
Looking at the clock on the wall, you checked the time. 7:03p.m. Dick should have been here already.
You sat on the edge of the bed to check your phone once again if you hadn't missed the message. It's fine, he was just a little late, nothing scandalous.
Then after two more minutes of thinking you still decide to step outside to wait for him. Would be better, right?
When the minutes reached ten, you saw the black car slowing down to the right in front of you on the street. The cold air hit you for a second before the man you were waiting for exited from the driver's seat.
And goddamn.
The loose jeans and light blue dress shirt suited him better than anyone you've seen, in real life, for that matter. His hair was a bit out of place and you could swear his breathing was a little heavy.
He was probably nervous, right?
"I apologize for being late, I had, uhh, an emergency come up and-"
"It's okay, it's okay. You're not even that late." You waved off his apology with your hand. It really was fine.
"You look incredible, by the way." A smile turned up on his face, the kind of one that made you very interested in the ground currently.
"Thanks..." The two of you got into the car without further explanation to be in time for the reservation.
And oh boy, was it worth it. The place was beautiful. No, not beautiful. It was magnificent. For a moment you couldn't take your eyes off the atmosphere and decorations.
The waiter quickly led you to the table, placing two menus on it and leaving you two decide. With the options spread out in front of you, Dick broke the silence first.
"So, how is uni going for you right before the break?" He asked with a smile. Gosh, that smile didn't leave his face often, did it?
"Packed with exams, last minute projects and annoying teachers." You said, only half jokingly, because to a big extent, it really was like that.
"I can only imagine." He replied back to you with a chuckle.
"Trust me, you don't want to. I bet being a hero is way more interesting than what I do."
At your words Dick froze for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak and shut it again before actually questioning what you said.
"Hero....?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
"Ahm...Yeah? You're a policeman, right?" You said a bit skeptically. Did you say something wrong for him to react like that?
"Oh! Oh-! Yes, yes, of course." He laughed a bit. "That's my job. Helping people."
You nodded carefully, still a bit straddled by his reaction, but you decided to move on from it anyway.
You could admit, conversations with Dick were so easy to flow. He was interested in anything you were saying, despite not having untested in them himself.
The food was tasty, the wine was wine-ing, you looked good, you felt good and it was...better than you expected.
"Honestly, tell me more about yourself, I'm talking the whole evening here." You told him, picking up your glass as you leaned forward on the table.
He shrugged, before replying to you casually. "I like hearing you talk. But sure, what do you wanna know?"
"Your favourite color, favourite food, got any siblings. I don't know, anything."
"Blue, andouille sausage pizza and yeah. A few."
You raised an eyebrow at his casual response back. You switched the positions of your legs beneath the table, placing you glass back down. "A few?"
"Yep. A few."
...
At this point the night was almost over. Your plates and glass were empty, it was getting quite dark outside and you had both already gone through a million topics that you couldn't even imagine talking about on a first date.
So you decided to share it.
"Do you know, that's one of the best first dates I've ever been on." You mentioned, looking through the window walls of the high-floored place in which the restaurant sat.
"Only one of? I'm offended."
"Okay, the best one." You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic comment. "But seriously, compared to other ones, this one is just.. perfect."
He smiled before crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Yet you haven't seen anything."
You furrowed your eyebrows for a second. What does he even mean by you haven't seen anything yet-.
Oh. Oh.
Yeah, the way every day in today's time apparently ends. 'No one does that on the first date' my ass. All of them do it. That's what they all want.
He raised his cup from the table.
"To the perfect night."
Fuck it and the negative thoughts. You were having a good time.
"To tonight."
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The ride home was spent in silence. But not that awkward kind of one where all your thinking about is if you should say something.
But that soft, gentle one that you swear you haven't experienced in a good while.
He opened the door for you at the arrival and you thanked him. His eyes were fully on you, before he got a notification and immediately looked at his phone.
His Express turned serious almost the exact same second and you couldn't help but be curious. "Everything okay?"
"Hm? Oh yeah, yeah. Don't worry about it."
You nodded at his reassurance, though it didn't do much to your thoughts.
Stepping on the pavement right in front of your house, he pulled you into a hug, before quickly placing a kiss to your forehead.
You were straddled for a second. Well, that was definitely in a rush.
"I'll text you again tomorrow." He said at the same speed as his actions.
"Are you sure? You can come in for a little if you want or-"
"Positive." His sweet voice interrupted yours. He flashed you one last smile before getting back into his car. "Goodnight, sleep well. And close your windows, Gotham is dangerous."
"Yeah.. Goodnight."
Watching the car disappear in the dark street for a few seconds, you looked up, straddled by a noise.
Shit. The alarm.
Well, definitely time to go back in.
Turning on the lights and taking off your purse and accessories you were finally home.
The night wasn't exhausting, no. The complete opposite. It relaxed you - took your mind off things and you wished it could have been longer.
But that thought led you to something else. Why did he react like that to his phone? What could have possibly switched his mood and attention so fast?
Was he lying to you too? Maybe he was married, or a stalker or- who knows??
Grabbing back your phone, you texted your friends.
"Hey, can we guys meet tomorrow at the cafe. I wanna tell you something."
everyone called him the nerd. and honestly, they weren’t wrong.
sometimes it was said with a laugh, sometimes an eye roll, sometimes like they were giving you a heads-up. the quiet kid who finished tests early, reads during lunch, and corrects teachers without meaning to sound like a know-it-all.
damian wayne did not care.
you, on the other hand, noticed things other people didn’t.
like how his lashes were unfairly long. how he held his pencil like it mattered. how he blushed when people spoke to him unexpectedly. cute, in a very understated way. the kind of cute no one bothered to look closely enough to see.
so when your teacher paired you together for the project, you didn’t complain.
at the end of the day, you were shoving books into your locker when a familiar presence stopped beside you.
“hey.” his voice was calm, but you caught the hesitation under it. “do you want to come over so we can work on the project?”
you closed your locker and turned to him with a smile. “yeah, i’m good with that.
something like relief flickered across his face.
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the drive to his house was surprisingly easy. he talked about a debate he had in history class, you complained about a pop quiz, and somehow the conversation never stalled. he listened intently, one hand steady on the steering wheel, occasionally glancing at you when you laughed.
his house was quiet. big, but not cold. when he led you upstairs and opened the door to his room, you froze for a moment.
the walls were covered in art.
charcoal sketches. inked figures. landscapes washed in careful color. some framed, some taped up like he couldn’t bring himself to take them down or commit to them fully.
“i didn’t know you liked art,” you said, genuinely stunned.
he set his bag down, a little sheepish. “i drew all of them.”
your eyes widened. “you’re serious?”
he nodded. “it helps me think.”
you were still taking it all in when he spoke again. “i need to do a chore before my mom gets home. do you mind staying here?”
“no, not at all,” you said quickly. “take your time.”
“i’ll be right back,” he said, and then he was gone.
the room felt quieter without him. after a minute, curiosity got the better of you.
you wandered closer to his desk, careful not to touch anything at first. then you noticed a detailed landscape drawing laid out neatly. a lake at sunset, reflections so realistic they almost shimmered.
beside it sat a notebook.
you hesitated. you really did.
then you opened it.
the first page stopped you cold.
your name was written there. carefully. surrounded by a small, unmistakable heart.
“what is this?” you whispered.
underneath your name there was a drawing. of you.
you were sitting by a window, knees pulled loosely to your chest, chin resting against your arm as if you’d been caught mid-thought. the light was sketched softly around you, the way afternoon sun spills in without asking.
you slammed the notebook shut, your heart pounding.
“oh my god,” you muttered, sitting down hard on the edge of his bed. your thoughts were spinning. embarrassment? shock? ...or something warm and fluttery you didn't want to analyze.
the door opened.
“okay, i’m back,” damian said, shutting it behind him. “let’s get this project done.”
your head snapped up. your face felt like it was on fire.
he noticed immediately.
“…are you alright?” he asked, eyes narrowing just slightly as he took in your expression.