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dick grayson fic recs

✧.* fluff ⋆ | ˚꩜｡ series | ⚠︎ angst | ✪ g's star reads | 🔞 smut below the cut

@damselneedssaving

⚠︎ Blue with Envy Contrary to popular belief, Dick's not stupid. He's seen the way his own brother looks at you—the way Jason's very eyes seem to light up when you're in the room—and he. fucking. hates. it.

@milesick

✧.* easy lovers falling in love with each other was easy—a little too easy. after a series of dates and getting to know the other better, it was only a matter of time, right? no longer able to hold it in, dick finds himself desperate and decides that tonight will not end until he gets to walk home with a kiss, from you.

@pinksrry

✧.* His Best Asset You accidentally find out your boyfriend is a vigilante… In your defense his ass is really remarkable.

@paradiseinaverno

✧.* Jealous Bone IN WHICH… dick grayson (not jealous) makes the fundamental mistake of introducing you to his family - specifically, his brothers.

@silverlullabies

✧.* Lightning Strikes Twice The data indicating the average person experiences 3.4 attacks annually is misleading. You- who seem to find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time several times a month- represents a significant deviation from the norm and should not be counted in the dataset.

@edawgz

✧.* FINE WINE DICK GRAYSON was a man who aged like fine wine, and you certainly weren't complaining. You two had been married for a while now, but he never got tired of waking up to your beautiful self every day.

@cursedheartsclub

🔞 Congratulations on Your New Improvements You knew Dick Grayson when you were kids, back when he was Robin and you were the journalist’s daughter sneaking after stories you weren’t supposed to. He was awkward, gangly, more earnest than smooth, and you had a crush anyway. Then you left Gotham, and life moved on. Years later, you’re back in the city with a press badge of your own, chasing leads and running headfirst into trouble. Except this time, it’s not Robin who finds you, It’s Nightwing. Taller. Broader. Unfairly charming.

@athenalvss

🔞 Yes, my love? Dick has a broken leg, a beautiful girlfriend, and a nice bed in a house where no one is around, so why shouldn't he enjoy his moment in the spotlight? 🔞 THANKS, BABE Nightwing and Spidey always have each other's backs.

@cowpokemythology

🔞 fear makes the heart grow fonder nothing ever goes right in gotham, especially on halloween.

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[paradiseinaverno]

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scheduled / upcoming longer works ! thank you guys so much for being so lovely, requests are also open so please feel free to send in any ideas !

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𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

coffee cups, series -> IN WHICH…dick grayson never forgets anything - except his coffee on your desk, and you hate him for it

must be a dream, miniseries -> IN WHICH…you were retired. well, you had to retire, but the jobs were done, your old life over. you’re at peace. but danger can seep through any crack, and with the life you’ve lived…it never stays away for long.

𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧

lie to me, fic -> IN WHICH … your boyfriend comes home every night, smelling like metal and smoke. he’ll never say why. he’ll whisper he that he loves you as you lie in bed, half asleep. you don’t know if that’s enough anymore.

𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝

girls on film, fic -> IN WHICH…jason todd, vigilante and outlaw, picks up a camera to fill his spare time. he’s surprisingly good at it, and when he catches you in a shot? he thinks he might have a new purpose.

𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭

the perks of being wally, fic -> IN WHICH…wally loves being your roommate

dividers by @enchanthings !

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Requested by: @startforstay Info: these were all made by me. please follow my rules & reblog/like if use!

[aanaws]

°•Miraculous partners°•

Pairing: Nightwing x Vigilante!reader

Sum: Nightwing is in love with his partner. You. But you're head over heels for your coworker, Dick Grayson. OR miraculous ladybug plot between you and dick.

Content: Fem!reader, no use of y/n, dick is lowkey slow, mentions of violence, some cuss words, a whollleee bunch of fluff

Word count: 7.6K

A/n: hihiihihihi!!! YES! part 3!!! I'm so excited to share this and i hope you all enjoy it! please leave any comments (i'm a very big fan of constructive criticism!) All reblogs and likes are so very appreciated. Thank you for reading! ^^

Dividers by: @aanaws

Line dividers by: @hyuneskkami

Part 1 , Part 2

 “No, the whole point is Peter doesn’t tv tell her because he realizes she’s gonna be fine without him.” You pause the TV and Nightwing frowns deeply. 

“But.. like.. He loves her. He promised, y’know?” 

“Are you.. tearing up?” You lean forward to see but his mask is in the way. But you didn’t miss the way his nose reddened and the slight shake in his voice. “Oh my god, you got emotional.”

“I never found the time to watch the movie! You can’t blame me for not expecting that!” he threw his arms out in front of him, then pointed at you defensively. “There’s no way you didn’t cry.” 

You squint, rolling your tongue against your cheek. “...yeah. Yeah, it’s terrible.” You admit with a sigh and pick up your cup of hot chocolate and unpause the movie. 

“So, that’s it!? Everyone just.. forgets him!? Ned? Happy?”

You shut your eyes, nodding in harsh acceptance. “Painful. I know.” With that he slumps into his seat, deflating. The film ruined his optimistic self for the night. He lays against your shoulder and you wrap your arms around his large frame. “It’s okay. The next movie might be better. Maybe they all remember him.”

“You’re just saying that to make yourself feel better.”

“Work with me here.”

“..Right.”

He leans into your arms, basking in the warmth of your embrace. Winter arrived and he couldn’t thank the cold enough for giving him the excuse of laying on your couch, wrapped up in the fuzzy jumbo Nightwing themed blanket he got you last week. 

You called him self-centered, wrapped it around yourself, then kissed him so sweetly he was ready to head back to the store and sell them out. But you had hot chocolate ready for him, a movie picked out and a smile so captivating it had him planted in his spot. 

He couldn’t resist you. He’d end patrol early just to see you now. Looking forward to getting work done on time so you’d walk through the elevator doors and greet him every morning. He had you day and night, and it still wasn’t enough. 

Was it the facade? The mask? The limit it made? It had him conflicted. He had you both as Dick and Nightwing.

He should tell you. He knows he should but what was holding him back?

You on the other hand, hated you only got him at night. You started seeing a different side of him. You can’t tell if you missed it before but he was so much more than a best friend to you now. And it frustrated you knowing he didn’t know that. 

You wanted to tell him. Every night when you got home before him after patrol. Every time he’d kiss you. Every moment you shared because the past 2 months have been nothing but pure bliss. 

After the first kiss you two shared, you had to avoid him on patrol. Thanks to Barbara, he didn’t question it. You couldn’t explain the busted lip and bruise without being suspicious. But from that point, you had to be smart.

You had to get home before him. Go through your bedroom window, change and start up the hot chocolate, then sit on your couch until you hear the soft knock of glass.

Two months of hiding and you were starting to hate the lies. It felt cowardly. Even Barb was starting to realize it. 

“You okay?” 

You look down at your lap, the soft weight of him laying there felt secure and so perfect. 

“Mhm.”

“You’ve been thinking about something these past few days. What’s occupying that marvelous mind of yours?” He pouts as his finger taps against your temple and you giggle softly before placing a soft peck on his lips. 

“Unsure, but,” Another kiss. “I could tell you what’s occupying these marvelous lips.” 

His hand creeps into your hair and caresses the back of your head softly, holding you against him. There’s a small curve of his lips as you sigh into the kiss. As you softly pull away he’s quickly pulling you back, muttering against your lips.

“Keep occupying them.”

Nightwing pushes himself up, guiding you closer into his embrace.

As the sun rises, you stir awake for some unknown reason. The scent of coffee fills the air and you fully expect to find Nightwing gone and a note on the table based off of the countless times you fell asleep on the couch beside him after a movie. 

But you find that there's only a cup of coffee, Tikki is not next to you and the lights are on.

“Has anyone told you, you talk in your sleep?” You nearly jump off the couch, clenching the blanket in your hands. Right. He's Nightwing. Of course you couldn't sense him. 

He’s leaning against the wall with his hand on his hip and a cup of coffee in the other. He stayed this time. Which you both didn’t expect but if it wasn’t for Tikki waking him up, he would’ve forgotten about work.

He notices the way your shoulders relax after spotting him and the tired smile that spreads across your face. 

“No, but my dreams had quite the story tonight.” You glance at the clock and notice you still had an hour before needing to wake up. You slowly pull off the blanket and push your hair back to hopefully tame the frizz that definitely took over as you slept. 

Nightwing admires you silently before pushing himself off the wall with a playful sneer. 

“Well, I'll make sure that when you're playing superhero in your dreams, you don't try to fight Killer Croc.” He huffs a laugh completely unaware of the way his words smacked you wide awake.

Had you said something that could've revealed your identity? 

There’s a drop in your stomach that causes a rush of nausea to hit you.

“What did I say?” You ask curiously but in reality it was pure fear of what was told.

“It was a ton of incoherent mumbles and random curse words shouted. Something along the lines of ‘Killer Croc’ and ‘Move, I've got this’.” He walked over to you, acting out the way you rolled and tossed in your sleep. 

You laugh softly and reach for your coffee. A slight tremble in your hand. 

“Killer Croc’ and ‘I've got this’ from me in one sentence?” You scoff, “Let that stay a dream.” Then take a small sip of your drink before he leans over next to you.

“I agree.” He plants a soft kiss on your cheek and makes his way to the balcony door. “I wouldn’t want to see you in any sort of danger.” You watch as he places his mug down (yes, his mug. He bought it to match the one you’re holding.) and stretches his arms out. 

When you place the cup back down, you certainly catch the way he slightly flexes his arms and pushes them back in order to display his back muscles. You’re not complaining– the sunrise was perfectly shining against them, contouring every curve and side. You make a mental note to make sure you get a better look when cuddling next time because how did you miss that? 

He looks over his shoulder, as smug as ever, once he finds you staring. “But, it was nice hearing you say my name.” He adds. 

You look away from the absolute art of a shape he has once he says that. Overlooking the way he was smirking because you give him a confused expression and he clarifies, “You clearly needed my help and called my name in the midst of whatever battle you were conjuring up-”

Spotting the way he’s boasting, you grab the throw pillow beside you and chuck it at him before he could finish. He dodges effortlessly and snickers. 

“Nightwing, help! Nightwin-” He mimics and you're up and moving when he starts. He doesn’t even try continuing before he’s doubling over in laughter at your tired figure charging at him. You smack his arm teasingly and try to seem offended but you’re grinning along with him. 

It was that contagious beaming smile of his. That smile that he blinds you with before pulling you in gently, hands warm against your waist, and lips find yours intimately. 

“Good morning.” He says fondly and you reply,

“Good morning.” 

As the sun’s rays gleam through the glass door, illuminating the room in a soft orange hue, Tikki passes by and rubs against your legs, gaining your attention.

“She’s a greedy one. I was spoiling her all morning. Now, she wants to act like she’s being excluded.” His tone is judgmental but playful as he reaches down and scoops her up in his arms. You love how gentle he is with her as he wraps her in his arms and cradles her.

“And who set that system up?” You tease. 

He looks around, behind him, out the window, and then back at you. “Ahh.. right.” He snaps like he’s figured it out, then hands Tikki over to you. “Like mother, Like daughter.” And your jaw falls slack.

“You have a death wish.” 

“And a miraculous woman who can, without a doubt, grant it.” 

The flutter in your chest blooms in quick movements. Your stomach is hollow as the butterflies make their way into your entire nervous system. 

You've been.. seeing each other for 2 months now. How did he still manage to have you all flustered like some lovesick teenage girl? 

You're mouth is still wide open and there was no words you could formulate for a moment until you blurt out,

“Are you insisting that you have me?” 

And that has you picking up your jaw faster than the Flash once the sentence was said. If you thought you were nervous before, forget that, you're walking on a thin line right now with arms tucked in and making it worse with embarrassment that's heavier than you can handle.

Nightwing could laugh from the way your actions were exposing your bashfulness. You were clearly debating using Tikki as some shield in hiding your face but ended up looking away instead. Panic written all over your face. 

“I'm insisting you have me.” He answers. Watching as you ease slightly to his voice; alleviating your embarrassment. 

“So..” You draw out the ‘O’ and pout your lips, “thatbasicallymeansyourmine.” You say so quickly he almost misses it. 

His shoulders shake softly as a soft chuckle rises from his chest. 

“I'm yours, princess.” 

Someone calls your name from across the station and you look up to spot Barbara. 

You beam at her in excitement, crossing over to her in quick strides.

“Barb! What brings you here?” 

She eyes you though her glasses, taking you in for a moment then pushing her lenses up. “I came to check in on something. Can we speak in private?”

With a nod, you two head towards your office and shut the door after you. 

“Is this about the missing tube case? I handed the evidence over to Robin last night.” You ask curiously as Barbara strolls farther into the office. 

“Did you and Nightwing fuck?” 

She said it so casually it catches you off guard when you comprehend what she just asked.

“What?- hold on, let's slow down.” You laugh through your words and hold your palm out. “Where is this coming from?”

“You two were in your apartment till morning.” Barbara states as if she was reading facts given to her through a file. 

“Barb, he can be over and not sleep with me.” 

“You don't know his secret identity?” 

“Why am I being interrogated?” You're pointing at yourself, confused and bewildered. “No, he hasn't told me.”

“And you haven't told him?” She snaps back without missing a beat.

“Barb, we agreed that was a no. Not until I know it won't fuck up this whole thing.”

“Oh, dear god.” She pinches the bridge of her nose with a loud sigh and a wave of her hand. “This shit's gonna drive me crazy.” 

“So, let me get this straight. You're dating him and you have no idea who he is, and he has no idea who you really are.” She announces trying to show you how stupid it sounds. 

“It's just hard beca- wait, how did you know we were dating?” You squint your eyes in suspicion because you haven't said a thing to her. 

“I got here and you were grinning like you don’t live in Gotham, your hair is done, your face is beaming like you've finally got laid after decades, and Nightwing told me literally 5 minutes after because he couldn't contain his excitement. Which gave me perfect blackmail material.”

You forgot how precise and sharp she was. But your face was already flushed and a sheepish smile was growing after hearing that last bit. 

Barbara says your name, “I love that you've been happy, truly. But, you can't hide the truth forever.” 

She's right. You know she is. But..

“But, wouldn't he think it's a dick move to go and date him as another person after I rejected him?” 

She replies with a loud groan before you can even finish your sentence. “What?” You exclaim confused on why she was annoyed. 

“I’m not even gonna try anymore.” She puts her hands up in surrender, as if we’ve been arguing all morning. “I’ll leave it to you.” 

A knock on the door cuts your conversation short and the debate is put on a pause for now. 

Dick worked like he was getting paid twice of Bruce’s net worth this morning. After seeing you walk in just as happy as he was, he had to refrain from going up to your office and spending the rest of his day with you. 

He does sort of regret calling Barbara after he realized she recorded him practically kicking his feet ecstatically after leaving your house. Who could blame him? You two were together now. He’s yours and you're his. 

And he’s shoving his face in his papers, grinning so hard his cheeks hurt. The thought itself fueled him with enough excitement for weeks. 

“Grayson?” An angel has called his name. 

He picks his head up, grin still stuck in place, and takes in your standing form. You raise a brow at him and snort. “What’s got you so smiley?” 

“A woman.” He shrugs sheepishly. 

“Okay, lover boy.” With a roll of your eyes, you hand him a copy of names and point to a specific person. “You arrested her three days ago. I want the full report and your body cam footage. Send it over please.”

“She was only trespassing on private property, is there something new?” He asks curiously, still smiling, and you squint your eyes at him with a small smile. The turn of his lips was contagious but was so familiar. 

“Yeah, her son was taken into custody last night and claims his mother was framed. I’m gonna look into it.” He nods in understanding and turns to his computer to pull up his files.

Patrol that night was also joyous. Shocker. 

You and Wing were having the time of your lives. The thugs were offended by the way you two were practically toying with them. 

“You bitch!” A hammer curves past you as you grab his arm and throw him over your shoulder towards Nightwing. Who kicks down the men behind you and electrocutes the man you just threw as he collides with the floor. 

“Is that it?” Unbothered, Nightwing nods. “Oracle, where to?” You ask into the comms and she replies saying two men had driven out of the facility towards the highway. 

You two manage to hunt them down and stop the cargo before it could get any further.

“Pound it!” You chuckle as you to fist bump each other. Nightwing takes the wheel as you sit in the passenger seat. Driving the truck to the spot Batman had instructed to meet. “What a night!”

“You’re in an awfully good mood today.” He smirks and you nod in agreement.

“I could say the same for you. What made you so joyful?” You lean against the car seat, one leg up and your head resting to the side. 

“You first.”

“I asked before you.” and he sighs in defeat.

“..Remember how I told you I was seeing someone?” 

“You briefly mentioned it, yes.” No, he didn't. He actually didn’t shut up one night about how he was trying to finish up to go see you and it pissed you off because you had to keep him there till you could leave.

“No, I didn’t- Anyway!” He cuts himself off before he falls for your tricks. “We sort of..” He trails off and licks his lips nervously. 

“Made it official?” He says it with a wince almost like he couldn’t believe it. 

“No way!” Here comes your hidden talent for acting. “Wing! That’s amazing!” You drag out your words fondly. 

He laughs bashfully and covers his mouth, one hand on the wheel and another hiding his excitement. The way he stares into the distance enamored has your heart melting. You adored him.

“We made it official this morning. You should’ve seen the way she was smiling.” He continued to explain the moment to you, unaware of the way you cherished his every word. “She had her hair in a mess but the cat was in her arms and the sun was shining on her like it was made to emphasize her existence- and her eyes– her eyes were gleaming when I said we were official– like literally sparkling! I practically saw stars in her eyes and-” When he looks over to you for a moment, noticing how quiet you’ve gotten, he asks with a shaky laugh, “What?”

You couldn't help the way you stared at him. So fascinated. He saw you like you were the world. The explanation itself had you in awe. Never would you have expected him to see you in this way. So struck and dear to him. 

“She must mean a lot to you.” 

He smiles at that. 

“Everything.”

When you get home, quickly changing out your suit, you hear Nightwing walk into the living room calling your name. 

“I’ll be right out!” You throw your suit under the bed and swing the door open. “Sorry, I was going to shower but remembered last second you were coming.” You play it off and make your way over to him. Distracting him with a kiss.

“I could wait.” He says with a smirk, that damn smirk, as you turn to head for the kitchen. 

“It’s fine. I’ll start on the hot chocolate and you can pick the movie-” You’re cut off when he’s pulling you back by your waist with his touch cold against your warm skin. Your breath hitches from the freezing contact.

“I was hoping you didn’t make it tonight, I wanna take you somewhere.” He gestures outside and you tilt your head slightly. 

“You want to go out?” You two haven’t gone out together since the night you started talking. 

“Why not? Go grab your coat.” He lets go of you and you’re smiling ear to ear. You’re back in your room not even a minute after you left it, grabbing your coat enthusiastically. 

“Where are we going?” 

“For some hot chocolate.”

So, you kick your feet on the ledge of the roof, waiting for Nightwing to come back.

He lands beside you with two cups in hand. “Please do not sit there when I'm not next to you.” He joins you and takes a seat. 

“I’ll be fine.” You take the cup from him as he sighs like he clearly disagrees. “Thank you for the drinks.” 

“You're treating me to one every night. I might as well do the same.”

Your cup warms your hands as you two chatter into the night. Once you thought your drink was cooled down, you take a small sip as he tells you about his brothers. Who, you already knew, were the robins. 

As you listen, you slightly burn your tongue from drinking too fast, the hot liquid stinging you unexpectedly, you hiss in response. 

“Still too hot?” You nod, pressing a hand to your mouth before removing the lid to let the drink cool down some more. 

“Robin once doubted how hot it would be, believe it or not, he was 11 and never tried hot chocolate.” You turn to him, eyes wide. 

“You failed as a sibling there.” 

“I didn’t even know him before that!” 

“Still. Tell me you warned him?”

He shrugs, “He ignored us and said he always had his tea hot. He must’ve never really tried actual hot tea because he never took a drink from us again for months.” 

“He definitely knows how to hold a grudge.” 

“Tell me about it. One time, we were in a Metropolis…” As he tells the story, you go for another sip, this time more carefully. 

While being invested in his memories, you notice the way the hot chocolate tasted familiar. Without a second thought you glance at the sticker, reading off the ingredients. 

It was exactly how you liked it. 

Still focused on Nightwing, you overlook it. Glad he was able to get something you liked. 

Eventually once the night is over, and the breeze is too cold for you to handle, Nightwing takes you home and kisses you good night. A promise to be over tomorrow too before he makes his way back into the night and you head to bed.

When Dick gets back to the Batcave, Bruce is typing away on the computer. Dick attempts to head inside quietly, careful not to make a sound and avoid capturing Bruce’s attentio-

“Dick.” Shit.

“Hey B.” He groans as his shoulders slump. “I just got back.” He complains as Bruce turns in his chair, clearly ready to ask something of him. 

“The gala this weekend.” He crosses his arms and Dick runs his hand through his hair before pulling off his mask.

“There’s a gala this weekend?” 

“I need you to be present.” Bruce states firmly and Dick is already shaking his head. 

“Just have one of the others go with you.”

“I won’t be there. Everyone else is occupied and Alfred said it has to be you.” 

Dick winces in annoyance. Not the Alfred card. “That’s not fair. Can’t one of them join me at least? Tim?”

“Has a case with Kon-El.”

“Steph?”

“Out of state with Cassandra.”

“Damn it- not even Duke!?”

“Jason warned him, now, he won’t do it.”

“Oh my god- Dami- no. Nevermind.” He’s pinching his temple in frustration. “When is the gala?”

“Saturday.”

He wants the cave to collapse on him right now. He covered for Bruce once and this is what he gets.

“Go ahead and bring yourself a plus one if it helps.” Bruce comments as he turns back to the computer completely unaware of the way Dick brightens up. 

A plus one? 

Once your lunch break starts, you're heading to Dick’s desk. “3:25. Come on, I want a fruit tart.” Dick looks up from his work then at the clock, not noticing how much time has passed. 

“Sorry, I am slumped after this morning’s call in.” You hum in understanding. Based on what you heard, there was a lot of havoc at a restaurant a few miles away. Turned out to be more than just a snobby customer.

“I’m sure a coffee will help. Up you go, come on. We had to ditch last week’s coffee run because you took more hours. And just your luck we have 2 hours before shift rotations.” 

Dick smiles tiredly, but forces himself up, nonetheless. He couldn’t let the opportunity to hang out with you slide so easily. 

So, as you two head to the coffee shop, he tries to introduce the topic of the gala in order to ask..

“But, I kind of don’t want to go because it’ll be a pain in the ass to spend the day alone, so.. I was gonna ask you if, y’know, you were interested in joining me?” 

You stare at him blankly for a moment and shake your head, “Me?” He nods. “You want me to join you? At a Bruce Wayne gala?” Then he nods slower this time. Unsure if you were onboard or not.

“Dick, I’ve never been to one. Not that I'm ungrateful. Thank you. For inviting me. But are you sure?” 

He opens the door to the cafe for you, stepping in after you with a reassuring smile. “I’d rather not go if it meant going alone.” And you stare at him for a moment, still debating. He waits patiently as you two stand in line.

“Okay. I’ll come.” In agreement, Dick is already looking forward to it. 

“That didn’t take much convincing.”

“It’s a Bruce Wayne gala, Dick. Who actually needs convincing?” He points to himself.

After you agreed, a thought lingered in your mind. How would Nightwing feel about this? You'll ask him.

Once you're seated with your drinks, you two are recapping your week to each other. Mainly to get rid of anything bothering you or some work drama. 

“Oh, please. Michael is not holding something against me.. right?” 

Dick sipped his drink with a disapproving frown, “Not what he told me.”

You gasp, “Wait, he said something about it?” Dick shrugs like he has no idea what you're talking about.

“Dick. Tell me he’s holding a grudge. I need to know.” You fold your hands together, begging him to tell you. 

He folds with no hesitation. “He was pissed you were all giddy yesterday after he lost the promotion. Saw it as you trying to annoy him.” And your hand falls against the table with a soft slam before pointing at Dick. 

“He is a two faced liar.” You cross your arms, “He knows damn well why I was having a good day. Not everything is about him you know.” 

Dick raises a brow at that. Obviously he knew why you were in a good mood yesterday. He was just as uplifting as you when your day started. Still, he decides to ask, 

“Say.. Why were you in such a good mood yesterday, anyway?” 

He eyes the way you think back for a moment, then hide your face sheepishly. Something about the way you were flustered in the moment reminded him of when you liked him. Not as Nightwing, but as Dick. He would never get tired of that.

“Just.. Some guy..” You're basically mumbling your words and Dick still has a brow raised. He’s heard those words before.

 “Okay, he’s not just some guy. Yesterday morning was when he and I made our relationship official and it was just a really good morning overall because he stayed over.” 

“How haven’t you told me about this? Now I'm curious!” Dick raises his cup, draining the last drops of his drink then leaning against the back of his chair. “I want to know every detail.” More like, he wants to hear your perspective. You’re clearly excited to talk about it because you don’t waste a second. 

“It started a while back.” You’re already leaning forward in anticipation, like you were about to tell him the gossip of the year. He bites back a smile and leans in as well. Also deciding to play his role in listening to said ‘gossip’.

“Well- if you include how long we’ve been friends, it’s been years.” 

And the noise of chattering and sounds of reality vanish in a moment. The world blurred for a moment. Years?

“We’ve been best friends since… anyway. We-.. you alright?” You ask, noticing the way his gaze was lost for a moment and his expression seemed to slightly slack.

No. No he wasn’t because you were one sentence into this and his whole day just fell apart. His thoughts scrambled to make sense of this.

He manages to reply, “Hm? Yeah, of course. Keep going.”

“Okay, so.. We’ve been friends for a few years now. A few months back, he confessed to me.” 

Confessed? That’s not right. He hasn’t even had the chance to say he loves you. 

“I sorta rejected him at the time, cause, I was.. into someone else.” You decide not to tell him, not sure how he would take the information. “But then the next day, I also was sorta rejected.”

Now, Dick was lost. Were you seeing someone else? 

“I guess after that… I had a different perspective of things.” You press a finger to your chin trying to figure out how to word the situation, “Not because I saw him as some rebound! I just.. Had the opportunity to see him in a different light? It’s complicated.” You wave it off but Dick wanted to push past that complication. 

What was complicated? Wasn’t he the first person you spoke to after getting rejected by him?

He didn’t feel like himself right now. He felt like Nightwing. Not because he was with you, but because of you. He didn’t like the way his mind started to question every possibility. How he was planning ahead. That is the one thing he enjoyed about being with you; not having to feel like he was fighting to survive a normal relationship. 

Was he wrong?

“Him and I have these movie nights. They weren’t really planned at first, just kinda happened.” And the way you smile upon mentioning that, completely cut off his anxiety for just a moment. 

“We had this fresh start.. I don’t think he sees it the way I do though, but it was refreshing. New, in a way. But from that point forward, he’s over every night for hot chocolate and movies.” 

Dick is scrambling to make sense of this. It sounds familiar. Why? What doesn't make sense?

“We knew we liked each other, We kissed and all. Yesterday was just the day we made it official.” You decide to end the story there. Dick hasn’t said a word the whole time. Which is weird because you were expecting more questions out of him.

“You’ve known him for years and you only now started dating?” He says like he’s trying to clarify that. His voice is oddly hollow in a way.

“Yeah. I know, I don’t know how I missed it either. You should’ve heard the way he spoke about me.” Then you're covering your face again. Stopping yourself from saying more. 

“What’d he say?” 

What did I say? He wanted to ask instead because he can’t recall saying something about you before he left, but your next words shock him to his core. 

“He said the sun was shining on me like it was made to emphasize my existence. Then complimented my eyes and called me everything..” And Dick is barely listening now. 

It was like a spotlight shone down on you. The warmth of his coffee reached all the way to his chest as the realization dawned on him.

Has the world just shifted? 

It was like out of those movies you two watched every night. 

The way the pieces fell into place. 

Your smile is now clear as day. Your laugh is now as recognizable as your name. The atmosphere, the love, the dynamic. It was all so new but familiar. He never could put a finger on it till now.

Because you were his.

In and out of costume. 

His surroundings melted away as you went on and on about the way he spoke about you yesterday. When you two were driving back to the city in the truck you stopped together. 

You were his partner. 

“Dick?” You call out his name for the third time and he just blinks before smiling, dimples flashing and teeth beaming. 

“Sorry- just.. Glad to hear you're happy. Sounds like he really loves you.” Slipping his confession past you, you have no idea of the way his heart was pounding against his chest. 

The way he couldn’t thank his overworking mind enough. 

Should he say something? Should he ask? What if he was wrong? No. He couldn’t be. 

Because he could see it now. The similarities. Your laugh, your hair, your interests, your voice, even down to the facial expressions you made. 

Just like now, that knit of your brows you do when you want to deny something but know it’s true.

“Love is a strong word..” You scoff with a wave of your hand but Dick doesn’t seem to think so. 

He meant that with every fiber of his being. His clear blue eyes held a meaning you couldn’t decipher. But it was one of pure honesty. As he holds your gaze, your lips curve upward as you try to force them down. 

“Or we have..? I dunno..” Turning away, you take another sip of your coffee. Which you got instead of a hot chocolate today because Wing had taken you to get some. 

Which brought your thoughts back to last night and your drink. Your focus falls to your cup, a new mystery sparks up in your mind. How did he know your hot chocolate order from this cafe? 

You glance up at Dick who seems to be lost in thought. When you look back down at the drink, your detective gears shift, a hint of a light bulb turning on before it blinks shut. No one even knew you liked hot chocolate at work besides Dick. 

Does he know Nightwing? His family does have connections to Batman, That’s something all of Gotham can figure out. When something happens to the Wayne family, Batman is quick to know. You would know because he’s had you on alert for years when it came to saving Bruce Wayne. 

“What's little Ms. Detective thinking?” Dick teases, now snapping you out of your trance. 

“Just thinking about a case.”

Dick from that point on was.. different. He wasn't really different, but something was.. different. 

The next two days went by and you've had him in the back of your mind. He lingered like an unsolved mystery. You just didn't know what the mystery was yet. 

But this is what being a detective is for.

On your next patrol, you and Nightwing sat on top of Wayne enterprises. Why? Oracle said so. 

So, here you two sit, playing cards, waiting for Oracle to report back on whatever she was doing. 

“You can't place an ace.” You argue and his lips turn downwards defeated before pulling back his ace. “You knew that, don't play dumb.” You snicker.

You hear your names over the comms and your game is cut short. 

“Oracle, we were starting to think you were gonna let us off early tonight.” Wing teases, shooting you a mischievous smirk. You shake your head with a huff as Oracle sighs on the other end.

“You’ll see your girlfriend early tonight, wing. Trust me, I don’t want to be here any longer than you.”

“Your words, not mine.” He shrugs.

“In 3 minutes, Bruce Wayne is going to meet you two.”

“What?” You two snap in unison.

“Batman’s orders.” She adds before she goes radio silent again.

Nightwing drags out a long sigh and lays against the pavement. “He’s gonna ask for a favor.”

“Does Batman just put us in these situations for his entertainment?” You grumble.

“You have no idea.”

“You're gonna have to do it.” Once Bruce left and you two were now alone again, Nightwing wanted to fall back and let the Gotham streets take him. 

“What?” His head snaps at you and you sigh. 

“I hate to do this to you but I’m gonna be busy on Saturday night. I was gonna ask you to cover that day for me.” Crossing your arms, Nightwing seems to be in disbelief but then he sighs in realization. 

“I was also going to ask you to cover me that day.” 

So you’re both fucked. Bruce Wayne has just asked you two to keep watch over his charity gala this weekend because he’s been receiving threats. 

You were conflicted because you planned on going with Dick. 

Nightwing was conflicted because what game was Bruce playing with him? He just asked him to be there in his stead then asked him to keep watch? What plan did he have now? And why is he bringing his girl into this?

“I’ll figure it out.” He says once he catches the way your brows scrunch in thought. He’d figure it out for you. He wanted you to enjoy that gala. 

“Are you sure?”

No. “Leave it to me.” 

Something was brewing. Not in a bad way (you hope) but there was something your mind was pushing you to figure out. 

You decided maybe it was one of your unfinished cases. So, you went over your notes but no. It was something else. 

Dick Grayson.

But also, your boyfriend was off too. 

Did you tell Nightwing about this? You should and you want to. But, you don't. Another mystery to solve. Why wouldn't you tell him?

“Babe, you lost twice now. I'm starting to think you're letting me win and I told you that hurts my precious ego.” Wing is snuggled into your side as you two play video games and he tilts his chin up at you but his focus is still on the screen where the next round begins.

“Sorry, just tired today.” You brush it off quickly before you lose once again. 

“Okay, that's my first winning streak against you and I'm heartbroken it wasn’t my fault.” Rising from your side, he tilts his head to get a better look at you. “Wanna let me into your thoughts, sweets?” 

That's another thing. Nightwing is calling you nicknames. Which isn't new, of course. But the ones he's using now are similar to the ones he used on vigilante you. 

“Sweets? That's a new one.” You question and he pecks your lips lightly in response.

“For a sweet girl like you, it's fitting.” Okay, maybe you were overthinking this. Your job is to overthink and you're probably letting that slip into your daily life. 

But, the thought lingers. What thought? No idea. 

“You remember that guy Dick Grayson?” Maybe you should get it off your chest. Saying things out loud always seems to get your head in the right space. 

“The officer? Yeah. Isn't he your friend now?” 

But now your conflicted again. Because that bothered you. Why was Nightwing so okay with that?

“Yeah. He asked me to be his plus one at a Wayne Gala Saturday.” Surely this will make him second guess Dick. 

“Really? Are you going?” He seems eager. Suspicion bubbles up in your throat when you ask,

“I dunno. I'm debating against it.” 

His face falls slowly. “Why? You should go out more. Clear your head.” 

“Okay, this is weird. Why are you okay with me going to a gala with a guy I told you rejected me?” You furrow your brows in confusion and Wing tilts his head like a lost puppy.

“It's up to you. I trust you. If you want to go and enjoy yourself, who am I to say anything?”

You were definitely overthinking and it's making you rash. You rub your palm against your temple and lay your weight against him.

“Sorry. I don't know what's coming over me.” 

“You don't have to apologize. I understand.” He hums as he plants another kiss to your lips and you two spend the rest of night in each other's arms.

The gala was tonight. Unfortunately for Dick, he was going to be stuck working. In more ways than one. 

When he spoke to Bruce about the gala, Bruce told him that there was a heist planned to take place that night. He unfortunately won't make it back to the gala till midnight. So, Dick had to keep watch from the inside and his partner would keep watch from the outside. 

But what Bruce didn't know (Bruce knows everything) was that his partner was also his plus one. 

How was he going to make this work? 

His plan: have his Nightwing suit under his tux. 

Once there's one sign of danger, he'll leave quickly and take care of it. 

On your end, you've been formulating theories since that coffee run with Dick. 

It's 5pm and the gala is at 9pm. You haven’t even started getting ready. Instead, you're in your office standing in front of your cork board. 

These past few days have been an ongoing breakthrough for you. 

You were suspecting Dick Grayson. And you had no idea why. 

No, you had no conclusion, hypothesis, or even an accusation. But it was itching at you. It made you feel insane!

Once the clock hit 6, you decided to finally go home and get dressed. Which also made you realize, you didn't have a dress. 

You were ready to scramble through your closet once you got home but found a package at your door. 

Once you get inside, you grab a pair of scissors and cut open the package. You usually order things over your lunch break so it could be anything. 

The box opens to reveal a note atop a thick folded dress. Lifting the note, you open it and read the contents. 

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Let's match! You don’t have to wear it but accept it as a gift from me for joining me.

-DG

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After you read over the letter. You double-check. Beside his initials was a faint pencil mark. Like he had erased something. You pull the note closer and try to make out the words.

‘Xoxo’

You had to be mistaken. He wouldn't write that knowing you had a boyfriend. He wouldn't do that. 

Then there's a buzz in the back of your mind. That dawning that you feel once you're getting closer to finishing the answer you're looking for. But what?

Being a detective had its cons. The suspicion was unrestricted and endless. You force it down and pull out the dress. It's perfect. Something right out of your Pinterest board. 

Then there's that buzz again. 

You push it back once more. Grabbing the letter Dick wrote you and putting it to the side in a drawer where you keep all the other letters you've gotten. Which has now been filled by Nightwin…

Pause. 

You slam the drawer back open. Snatching the letter Dick wrote you. Your eyes scan it over and over again. 

You know that hand writing. 

You read it every morning before work on your coffee table. 

Stop. Wait. You're getting ahead of yourself. Breathe.

But your already snatching another letter and comparing it to the other. 

Tikki is by your feet in hopes to gain your attention but you're frozen still. Heels planted against the tiles. 

Your eyes dart between the two letters. The two separate notes. The same handwriting. Your mind ran a million miles a minute. 

Could Dick Grayson be Nightwing?

The thought alone was bizarre. Right? 

Dick was a police officer. Nightwing was a vigilante. On top of that, Dick had a life. He tells me about his nights at the manor with his family. There’s no way he…

Then, in waves, the connections clicked. 

The hot chocolate. The apology after rejection. Hanging out more. The way he didn’t mind you being friends with Dick. 

Then the similarities. His smile, his humor, his hair, the build, his personality, and the damn comfort of him. 

It was all like one big joke. Did you seriously end up dating the guy who rejected you? And he ended up dating the girl who rejected him? A laugh escapes you in disbelief. Cause you don’t believe this. 

You look down at Tikki then back at the letters. 

-NW xoxo

-DG xoxo

Then you’re smiling. Cheeks curving with the turn of your lips as you break out in laughter. No wonder he got you a dress that perfectly suited you. You showed him your Pinterest board last week. Every time you thought back further, it all made sense. 

All you needed was proof. Solid proof that it was him. 

You glance back at the dress. An idea sparking to life. He was going to try and keep watch tonight so you could enjoy the event. You, on the other hand, had other ideas. 

You waste no time getting ready. Eventually uncovering more secrets as your mind played with the puzzle pieces. 

Bruce Wayne was Batman. His kids were all robins and Barb has to know this bullshit. Everything just clicked into place and that buzzing in your head has finally subdued. Case closed. 

Now all you worried about was, how were you going to tell him?

It's only fair you revealed your identity. Well.. even though you figured out his. But that's totally on him. 

Now the more you thought about it, the heavier it felt. This wasn't right. You two were completely lying to each other in and out of costumes. 

This is what Barbara was talking about. 

You lower the lipstick you were putting on and stare at your reflection. He didn't know who he was with. 

But he also was dating you as Nightwing after rejecting you as Dick. You scoff and continue getting ready. 

He's pulling the same shit you are! Why would he hate you for it? 

You don't beat yourself up any more about it. Throwing that anxiety away and grabbing your car keys. Before you leave you take one more look around the area to check if you forgot anything and your eyes land on your suit. 

Which you quickly grab and shove into your purse with your mask. Just in case. No gadgets and accessories. Only if you need to help Dick. 

You catch the way you've already associated Dick with Nightwing. A new accommodation you're getting comfortable with quickly. 

You get a message right before heading out your door, from Dick:

-Your ride is outside, can't let my plus one show up without style 😝

You leave your apartment with a cheeky grin and the most anticipating night to look forward to.

Part 4... soon!

before you kill me, hear me out. IF U WATCHED THE MIRACULOUS MOVIE YOU KNOW WHAT'S COMING. BUT PLEASE UNDERSTAND I HAD TO CUT IT. Even with all of you being so supportive i felt so anxious about uploading and i kept rushing to get it out asap. I really didn't like that at all so i want to get this out for u guys so i feel like i accomplished something </3 I hope you all understand! Thank you for everything! ^^ ill be working on part 4 asap!

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I know I’ve said this before but I truly believe Jason is such a devoted, loyal lover he wouldn’t even want to move on from you if you two broke up. He’s definitely a one woman kind of man. There’s no such thing as finding someone else in his book. Jason especially doesn’t do casual sex because sex is such an intimate act- literally the most intimate thing you can do with another person. He has to know and trust you fully. He doesn’t just give that part of himself away to anyone, they have to be special. And you are- the most special, that is. He knows when a relationship will last and when it won’t because he’s built such high walls around himself. It takes a lot of time and patience to get through to him. And if you manage to get through to him all the way, then he knows you’re it for him. For life. You don’t just build such a great connection- a relationship with someone, then walk away like it never mattered. And if, for whatever reason, you two do end up separating, he won’t even bother to move on. He won’t entertain other women. 2 months go by, then 8, and before you know it, a year has passed and he’s still got his mind set on you.

He’s only ever seen you in his future and that won’t change. Even if it takes years, even if you attempt to move on, he knows you’re worth it. He’s a bit smug about it, too because he knows you two are meant for each other. He’s just waiting for you to realize it. Who else if not you?

[lqjaeger]

jason todd with a gf that clings to him. and not because she needs him or his protection or his money or anything else from him. she’s got it all figured out, has taken care of herself without anyone else’s help for years now. who’s never had a boyfriend because she’s never felt like there’s some void in her life that she needs to fill with romance. who’s completely comfortable with being alone and perfectly capable of advocating for herself.

and then jason comes into the picture. late at night when his patrol gets boring, his mind wanders to pondering what she could need from him. even after a few weeks of dating, he’s constantly asking how can help her, what she needs him to do.

jason, who finds himself surprised when she calls him after work, when dusk is settling in over gotham. and she’s not asking him to walk her home, but just to stay on the phone and tell her about his day to keep her company during her walk. or invites him to sleep over, not so he can jump into action if some criminal happens to break through her window in the middle of the night—but instead because she wants to watch that movie he mentioned was his favorite a few weeks ago.

and for the first time, jason has someone who keeps him around because she wants him there. and not that she wants someone who can do things for her, but because she wants him, and just him.

sometimes he finds his brain in a weird spot where he thinks about how perfect she is. beautiful, smart, independent—how she could have anyone in the world that she wanted. and the thought of him knowing that she could have anyone else doesn’t make him feel scared or insecure or like his place by her side is threatened. instead the idea comforts him, because he knows she could have anyone she wants. but she chose him.

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logging off for tonight🙏🏽also sorry to the 5 hal jordan fans who follow me for what i’ve got in my drafts…

[paradiseinaverno]

you portrayed dick so canon aaaa do you have any more headcannons about him like general? whatever you have in mind really

thank you so much !! and yes, so many…i feel like i will probably write more headcanons in future because i had so much fun doing these

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dick grayson, ever the acrobat, who is so agile that he can sneak up behind you and you won’t even know it. he’ll do it a few times, and you’ll let it slide. then he’ll freak you out one day, and it goes too far, and he is banned from ever doing that around you again. of course, because he’s dick, he pouts.

speaking of pouting…he does this a lot. being pretty boy grayson has its perks, one of them being that he can be a grown man pouting and still look endearing. it’s surprising, really, because you don’t think pouting has ever suited anyone like that before - and yet, it’s like it was made for him. oh, but don’t take it too serious, because he pouts at everything. like, everything. dick grayson will pout if the bakery is out of his favourite pastry, if it starts raining when he doesn’t have a jacket, and sometimes, inadvertently, if he doesn’t quite stick a landing when he’s out on patrol. dick grayson, who pouts the first time he asks you out on a date and you tell him to “be serious,” walking away as you laugh.

pre relationship!dick grayson, who is so focused on trying to win you over that he actually freaks himself out. he’s pacing back and forth in his room. the floor is covered in paper where he’s scrapped every idea possible because it has to be perfect, because it’s you. his phone is pinging every two minutes because he’s sent fifty messages to wally, who is just as enthusiastic, and another fifty to jason, who keeps telling him to just fuck off. honestly, dick doesn’t really care about that right now. he needs everything to go right, because with you, it can’t afford to go wrong. at all.

pre relationship! dick grayson, who greets you the next day with tired eyes and a croaky voice, and nearly swoons when you press a hand to his head out of concern. when you ask him what he’s been doing, he’ll tell the truth - he’s been planning your wedding - and his eyes will almost pop out of his head when you take your hand away. “wait i’m sick! i’m really sick, you probably gotta check if i have a fever again!” he’ll cry out. he’ll cough too, just to be convincing. and he definitely won’t swoon when you play along, putting your hand on his forehead again.

pre relationship! dick grayson, who takes the gift giving approach, and finds you every day with something new. at first, it’s lavish - it’s bouquets of expensive flowers, plush velvet boxes, expensive jewellery. and then, as he gets to know you more, gifts more suited to you and your needs. you broke your favourite pair of heels? no worries, you’ll find a new pair outside your door the next morning. you complain about being hungry at work, and in the next hour there’ll be a bag of your favourite takeaway at your desk. you text him that you broke your coffee machine? the next morning someone knocks at your door. it’s dick, with a huge box. he installs a high tech coffee machine in your flat himself. that wayne money comes in handy.

dick, who knows he’s pretty, and actively preens. if he had feathers, he’d be puffing each one individually. such a show off, and it honestly works, because he’s actually that good. he’s insanely smart, he’s gorgeous, he moves like…well, a bird. and to top it off, he’s kind. a little cockiness never hurt, and neither does dick’s insatiable level of self love.

and despite his insane intellectual prowess, dick grayson is sort of clueless. he can hack computers and devise strategies fine - he was literally the first robin - but somehow things can slip past him.

never-gets-jealous dick grayson, who definitely has a bad case of jealousy. it won’t be the possessive type, but the helpless type. he’ll never outrightly interfere in anything unless you look uncomfortable, or ask, but he definitely sulks in the corner and acts like a kicked puppy. he’ll say he isn’t jealous, but it’s obvious to literally anyone in the vicinity. he practically radiates it, and it makes you laugh, because what can he possibly be jealous about?

dick grayson, who can’t take it anymore as he walks you home and practically begs you to realise he likes you. and you cock your head to the side. at first he thinks you’re laughing at him, and he visibly deflates. and then he puffs right back up when you say, “isn’t this a date?” after that, you can’t get rid of him. and why would you want to?

bf!dick grayson, who hasn’t officially asked you yet, but has already taken liberties of setting his name in your phone as ‘boyfriend❤️’. don’t ask him how he did it.

bf!dick grayson who, without warning, hard launches. you post once, and his story is full of heart eyes. you take a picture together? it’s on his story the next day. wally knows, jason knows, even bruce knows.

bf! dick grayson, who just can’t shut up about you, especially on patrol. he’ll be mid-swing and say something about missing you. god help whoever’s with him. especially if it’s jason, who just rolls his eyes and tells dick to get a grip. one time, a guy stopped fighting dick just to ask him to stop talking.

bf!dick grayson, who doesn’t believe in having one love language, not with you. he might know he’s great, but he loves hearing it from you. he loves the way your face lights up when he gets you something you like, loves spending any time he can with you - he’s practically glued to your side, actually. dick grayson, who will fix anything he can to ensure your day goes well. dick, who wants nothing more than to crawl into your arms at the end of a long day. or a short day. or the beginning of the day, or the middle…

bf!dick grayson, who can’t get enough of kissing you. hates pecks and quick kisses. he thinks they’re cruel, and pouts. you’ll definitely end up full-blown making out.

and for a man who can be so loud and vibrant, he knows when to soften up. dick grayson, who melts when he’s around you, especially if you’re upset. he’ll soothe you with a tenderness you didn’t know was possible, like you’re a baby bird that’s he’s worried will injure too quickly. he’s so careful, rarely overbearing, but his concern is so fresh and free of anything malicious that you can’t feel anything but safe with him.

and above all, dick grayson who is kind, who, despite everything, is a good man. the kind of man who smiles at kids in the street, who helps old ladies with their groceries, who everyone can’t help but see and love because he radiates it. dick grayson, who is a good man, who wants to do good, and just does it. because it’s the right thing to do.

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big big apologies for my very long hiatus - turns out postgrad life is actually super hectic and leaves little time for tumblr writing </3

back now though !! thank you for everyone reading my fics ! u have all been so so kind in my inbox wow i am overwhelmed thank u !!

re; inbox - have been seeing requests, and would just like to assure everyone that i have been writing them ! i just haven’t been able to edit as often (or at all) as i would have liked nor have i been super happy w the quality of my work but !! time is being put aside now so i will try my best to get them out. i’ve been having a bit of writer’s block but i am persevering

thank u all so much again for the love! see u soon

- mimi

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opened tumblr and i am in awe thank u so much everyone who has been inboxing me requests / commenting + reblogging the dick grayson fic i am over the moon !!

i’m on holiday rn so my wifi is a little sketch but i am working through requests !! will try to have one or two up by saturday, thinking of establishing a publishing schedule to make it easier?

but thank u all so much again for ur kind messages and comments i’m literally speechless

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[paradiseinaverno]

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IN WHICH… dick grayson (not jealous) makes the fundamental mistake of introducing you to his family - specifically, his brothers.

desc; dick grayson x fem!reader, dick grayson is down BAD, ft. platonic!jason todd, platonic!tim drake, fluff, dick grayson yearning so hard he is crashing out . based on this request.

richard grayson is not a jealous man.

tall, attractive, a total babe. he knows what he is, what he wants, what he has. dick grayson lacks for very little. dick grayson doesn’t have a jealous bone in his body. that’s what he tells himself, at least. what could he possibly have to be jealous about?

dick once told you he doesn’t get jealous because he knows you’re his. it doesn’t matter if every single person in the room looks at you with wide eyes and hanging jaws. he knows you don’t want them - he sees it in the way you lean back, eyes searching for him in the crowd. dick knows you’re his, knows that he’s the one to take you home, lie next to you, kiss you. besides, he could kick everybody’s ass. he considers it a mercy that his attention is redirected to other crimes.

speaking of mercies, he thinks, as his eyes drift to your sleeping form. you’re slumped against the window in the passenger seat, breath misting the glass ever so slightly. it’s warm outside, but the ac is blasting, courtesy of your boyfriend. dick finds it hard to concentrate on the road sometimes, when he’s with you. it’s absurd - bruce wayne’s eldest, batman’s first robin, nightwing himself… melts at the sight of you. his eyes flit to you, and he stifles a laugh. you’re so deep in sleep, you haven’t even realised that your mouth is hanging wide open. if he didn’t know you, he’d think you were dead, honestly - corpselike, and so still, even with the gentle swerves of the car. smiling gently, he pushes your head back till it rests on the seat, breathing deeply, eyes back on the road. it’s bad. he’s down bad. anyone can see it, but dick knows it. he can’t imagine life without you, not anymore. life before you doesn’t exist in his mind - you’ve always been there, right? a you-shaped hole in all his memories, a space created only to be filled by you. the thought of either of you separating never crosses his mind, and he won’t let it, either.

oh, dick grayson is not a jealous man. he can’t allow himself to be.

it’s almost dark when you finally reach gotham, the final embers of the sun fading into near blue. the car pulls into the driveway, and you wake to your boyfriend’s gentle voice in your ear.

“hey, sleepyhead,” he whispers, smiling tenderly at you. as you open your eyes, you think you might melt on the spot. his dark hair is tousled, unstyled. you like it like this, without the gel, fluffy and soft. absentmindedly, you reach a hand to ruffle through it. dick’s eyes flutter shut for a moment.

“hi,” you mumble back. rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you turn to look at him. a grin makes its way across your face as you stare at your boyfriend. if it were anyone else, you’re pretty sure it would have passed the threshold of ‘creepy’ and into downright unsettling. but it isn’t anyone else, it’s him, always him, and you can’t compel yourself to tear your eyes away.

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with the exception of a few brothers, you’d pretty much met the entire wayne brood. bruce, naturally, was the first. the others, you met over time, either on patrol in bludhaven or when one of dick’s siblings happened to show up at his door (much to his chagrin, especially when it was to interrupt a date night). naturally, considering you’d become acquainted with half the family, you weren’t really nervous. after all, you’d knocked the harder ones out of the park - bruce actually enjoyed your company, as far as you could tell, and even damian toned his usual bite down. not dramatically, but just imperceptibly enough. or maybe you’d just become used to him.

dick, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves. not outwardly, of course - he had a persona to keep up, an aura of lax. but internally? dick was a mess.

the only people you hadn’t met were jason, and tim. he knew you’d get along with his family, hell, you practically managed to tame damian, but jason? tim? tim and jason together? oh, dick wasn’t worried about conflict. he knew you’d all get along. that was the problem.

but he doesn’t get jealous…right?

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richard grayson curses the day he was born. he thinks that life has been some big, huge, cruel joke played specifically on him.

it’s been an hour and a half. the longest hour and a half of dick’s life, the most agonising, torturous, slow hour and a half possibly in existence. an hour and a half of sitting at the table, across from his girlfriend - not by his own choice, either - fidgeting with the food on his plate. an hour and a half of gritting his teeth. an hour and a half of watching two of his brothers flirt shamelessly with you.

you have no fault in this, dick knows that. he doesn’t blame you. part of him doesn’t blame his brothers, either. there’s something about you that draws people in, physically. he can’t blame tim for the way he hangs on to your every word, eyes not leaving your animated face for a second. he can’t blame jason for leaning in closer every time you laugh. he knows the effect you have - hell, it’s half of what drew him to you in the first place. he can’t blame them for that.

what he can blame them for is the way they do it. you’re oblivious. how could you know their game? how would you see the quick smirks jason sends his way when you laugh at one of his jokes? you couldn’t know how tim looks at dick pointedly every time you nod earnestly at something he shares. dick isn’t jealous. he’s being protective. sure, he wants to be near you, but he just wants to spend time with his girlfriend - you know, the one he brought to meet his family.

asshole, dick thinks, as jason ‘accidentally’ clamps his hand on yours.

“sorry,” he smiles sheepishly. “miscalculated,” and his hand brushes over yours, settling on the butter dish. you wave it off.

dick doesn’t. he catches jason’s eye, the latter practically gloating. he tries not to rise to it. he knows they don’t mean any actual harm, family exists to piss each other off but it’s nothing personal. still, dick can’t stand it. he isn’t jealous - he just can’t stand that he’s not next to you. he wants to hold your hand at dinner and put the food on your plate himself. he wants to be close enough to smell your perfume, close enough to smell it on his shirt the next day, on his skin, in his nose. he wants to sit next to you and for you to turn to him and ask if everything’s alright like you always do.

and that’s another thing. you haven’t spoken a single word to dick in forty-five minutes. forty. five. minutes. tim’s been keeping your attention, dick doesn’t know how, he’s never seen tim talk this freely before, but he is. and in the spaces that tim takes to breathe, jason butts in, complimenting you. your hair, your nails, your clothes.

dick is aghast. aghast. mortified. practically on the verge of threatening his own life. he thinks he might actually explode if he has to sit opposite you any longer. fine, tim’s talking to you, but would it kill you to look at your boyfriend? just say hello? just a hi? you okay? i miss you baby?

peeling his eyes away, he looks around the table for any sign of solidarity. it doesn’t help that half of the family is away. actually, the only others are bruce and barbara. the latter does her best not to make eye contact, practically red in the face. he looks at bruce. surely bruce has something to say, but as dick turns his gaze, even bruce looks away. his face is stern, but anyone who knows the man well could read that expression. and dick knows him well.

bruce is laughing at him. in his own sick, stern, nonchalant way…bruce wayne is laughing at him.

unable to bear it any longer, dick slumps onto the table in front of him, the plate of food half-picked and pushed away. he lets out a dramatic groan, ears reddening only slightly when he realises he’s cut through the conversation dancing over the table.

you clear your throat softly. “you okay, baby?”

oh, those three words. three magic words, and dick shoots straight up with a grin, eyes meeting yours. you look so concerned, he can’t even be mad - the past hour or however long floods from his mind. he can practically see rose petals and jazz music surrounding you in his vision. he fixes his lips to respond, but before he forms a sentence, he hears another voice speak.

“ah, he’s fine. so, tell me more about this…”

the rose petals wither. the jazz comes to a screeching halt. dick grayson’s eyes narrow and he can’t even swivel his head to look at the agitating source of the noise (jason). you’re still looking at him, though around you the conversation lingers on, eyes pleading with your boyfriend, a silent, are you sure, in your gaze. dick nods, and you smile, turning back to tim. dick doesn’t know what to do. barbara is basically in silent stitches, bruce is…occupied, and everyone else is gone. so dick does the only thing he can.

he pouts.

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patrol in gotham is different to bludhaven. not that either is easy, but you know your city. bludhaven is as familiar to you as the back of your hand - every alley, every building, even the street lamps start to commit to memory after a while.

gotham is different. it’s darker, gloomier. gotham has something thicker in the air, something more foreboding. it’s as if the city is sentient, as if the life thrums with something neither good nor bad. gotham is alive, and you don’t know how to feel about it.

patrol tonight is quiet. you hadn’t intended to join, especially considering it was your first time in the city, but you saw dick pouting at dinner, and could you really trust your boyfriend to pout around the crime filled streets? not that he couldn’t handle himself.

you suppress a laugh as you cast your eyes to the right of you. crouched on the rooftop, dick’s hair flutters softly in the breeze. it’s dark here, save for the orange glow of the undercity, and the soft light illuminates his face. he looks…godly, you think. handsome.

you bite your lip, adjusting your suit slightly. dick hasn’t spoken to you, but you know he isn’t angry. actually, you know exactly why he’s sulking right now. dick never admits to being jealous, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. you saw his eyes practically shoot into the back of his head at dinner. you saw his mouth drop in shock when you laughed at tim’s joke, or asked jason to pass you the jug of water. you know dick’s jealous - you can see it in his form, how he grips the edge of the roof harder, his fingertips turning white. how he grits his teeth, or how he avoids looking anywhere but down. dick is seething with jealousy, and, twisted as you are, you’re enjoying it. it’s not your fault that your hot, sexy, loving boyfriend looks ten times better when he’s pouting adorably in the corner.

still, you’re not a sadist, so you shuffle closer. “babe…” you start, speaking softly.

dick’s shoulders tense, but he doesn’t turn away from the frankly empty streets below. “yeah? you need anything?”

you tilt your head to the side. okay. so maybe he was a little pissed. not like that would stop you, or him, for that matter. you’d had fights before, like any normal couple, but you both always ended up crawling back to each other. in fact, nine times out of ten you couldn’t even make it to the end of the argument. you were a sap, and honestly? dick was too.

“just miss my boyfriend,” you sigh. “he won’t talk to me.”

no sooner have the words left your mouth, before dick turns to you. his jaw is dropped, beneath the mask his eyes are wide. you’re pretty sure you can hear the breath leaving his lungs.

“are you serious?” he whispers. you bite your lip in an effort not to laugh.

“we’ve been out for hours, and you won’t even talk to me,” you feign innocence. you won’t smile, not just yet. the comm in your ear crackles slightly. not much activity now, given the night has started to quiet down, so you know you can take the liberty of teasing him.

he laughs, bitterly. “i’m talking to you now, right? i’m talking to you. see, actually, when i talk to you, i actually talk. you on the other hand…” he trails off when he sees your quirked brow. he sighs. “just forget it, babe. we’re good.”

on any other occasion, you would have pushed it more, teased him for a few more minutes. but your poor, sweet boyfriend looks so dejected that your heart actually skips a beat. you feel a swell in your chest, and before you know it, you’re wrapping your arms around his back, nuzzling into his neck.

“awww,” you mumble, pressing kisses on the back of his head. to your relief, dick doesn’t pull away. he leans into you. you’re pretty sure you can feel his heart stutter for a second.

you continue. “i’m sorry, baby. didn’t mean to ignore you. i just wanted to make a good impression on your brothers.”

dick snorts. “you made a good impression, believe me.” he turns around, falling into your embrace (and away from the edge of the roof). something clatters in the process, probably a rock, and in the distant inner city, a siren blares.

he mumbles against your shoulder. “i hated not being around you.”

you blink, half-shocked, running your hand between his shoulder blades. you feel him flex under your touch and you press your lips together, trying to take him seriously despite his preening. “you were…dick, baby, you were right in front of me?”

you hear him groan, but before he can answer, your comm sputters to life. a muted, gravelly voice rings in your ear, and dick’s, too.

“loverboy’s got his panties in a twist.”

jason.

dick groans again, guttural, tortured, right into your neck. the sharpness of his distress takes you by surprise, and you can feel his voice in your throat, feel his genuine displeasure as he rips his comm out and throws it halfway across the roof. it lands with a small clink, and you roll your eyes.

“you know you have to get that later, right?”

he looks up at you, and you melt. the words die in your throat at the sight of richard damn grayson, on his knees, face turned up towards you, swollen bitten lips, watery eyes. for a moment, the world stops, or you feel like you’ve lost your breath. you don’t know if you want it back, not if it means you could stare at this for a while longer.

“are you crying?”

“no,” he practically whines. “not exactly,” he whispers after a pause, and your heart skips another beat. before you can help yourself, your lips fall on his.

dick kisses you, and it’s unlike anything you’ve felt before. he’s never kissed you like this - desperately, deeply. he’s something more than hungry, or starved. his hands wrap themselves around you, in your hair, your neck, against your jaw, the small of your back. he’s warm. he smells like heaven, he kisses like you’re the only thing in the world. your comm starts crackling again. without breaking from dick, you rip it from your ear, tossing it away until you hear soft clatters on the concrete.

dick pulls away for a second, and you stutter at the harsh cold that appears in his wake. you go to kiss him again, but he pulls back for a second, placing a finger on your lips. that asshole. he’s smirking.

“you know you have to get that later…right?” he mimics you, and you sigh, shaking your head.

“i’m not…shut up,” the words die on your lips the minute he finds yours again, your mouths melding together again.

gotham is quiet tonight. dark night fades into deep blue, soft pinks painting the far horizon. a siren blares in the distance, the sound of boots hitting the concrete somewhere. from far behind the two of you, the comms crackle, static electricity begging to hum back to life.

richard grayson isn’t a jealous man? yeah right.

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[paradiseinaverno]

hi!! i saw you were taking requests for dick grayson, do you think you could write something about him introducing his girlfriend (reader) and basically jason and tim decide to unleash hell on dick and make his life 10x worse by flirting with reader incessantly

if you're not comfortable with that or don't want to do it, feel free to ignore this!! <3

omg yes please thank u for the request !! should be up in a few hours hopefully ! :)

jealous dick grayson probably in my top 10 things ever

[paradiseinaverno]

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