Kiss It Better
*Dick Grayson (Nightwing) x Reader
*Summary: You just wanted a quiet night in. It doesn't turn out that way when your vigilante boyfriend shows up injured.
*Warnings: Talks of light injuries and bruised ribs; Reader thinks their apartment is getting broken into but it's just Dick; suggestive jokes; probably incorrect first aid. Let me know if I missed anything!
*A/N: I got a flash of the cleaning his cuts scene stuck in my head and couldn't help myself. I also ended up doing a lot of research on KT tape during this.
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You always loved slow nights. After a long day at work, sometimes the only thing you wanted to do was collapse on the couch and read on your phone for a while, maybe turn on a show you’d been meaning to watch for a bit. Tonight was definitely one of those nights. So you went about getting ready for a night of doing nothing - a nice hot shower, skincare done, your coziest pajamas, a random ambient noise video playing on your tv, and your latest library book pulled up on your phone. Just as you were getting into it, nearing the end of the chapter you’d been stuck on for the past few days, you heard something wrong. Though the jazz cafe ambience was just loud enough to cover the ordinary sounds of your apartment, the sound of the window in your bedroom definitely wasn’t one of those ordinary sounds.
Damn it, did you forget to put in your window stick? Your boyfriend was going to be so annoying about that. You heard a faint thud and groan from your room, further alerting you to whatever was happening in there. Your heart raced, trying to send you into your survival instincts, but you chose to ignore that for now. You looked around you, searching for something that could deal a bit of damage and coming up empty. Hearing some more shuffling coming from your room, you jumped into action, grabbing your paper towel holder and shaking the paper towels off of it. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do for now.
“I have a weapon and I’m not afraid to use it,” you called out, making your way to your room. “And my boyfriend’s on his way, so you better get out of here.”
You threw open your bedroom door, scanning quickly for anything amiss. Instead of finding some random trying to steal whatever random things of value you had, you saw your city’s masked hero sitting against the wall under your window, breathing heavily. You let your raised hand fall to your side, the paper towel holder clattering to the floor.
“Hey… got here a lil early, hope you don’t mind,” Dick huffed, trying to give you a little smile but quickly giving that up.
“Would’ve appreciated if you came in through the front door, you know. Had me thinking someone broke in.” You rushed over to his side anyways, taking in his damaged form.
“Well I don’t think your neighbors would’ve appreciated me dragging myself up the stairs. You forgot to put that stick in your window, by the way.” You had to resist the urge to shove him, the drying blood on his lip showing just how bad it was. Plus, it wasn’t like he normally made a habit of coming to your place all beat up.
“C’mon, let’s get you somewhere I can actually see how badly you got hurt,” you urged him. You helped him get to his feet, throwing his arm around your shoulder and trying not to show just how much you struggled helping him. He started making his way to your bed, but you redirected him to the living room - the light was better out there anyways, and you just changed your sheets.
“It’s nothing, really, just got a little banged up. Really, you should see the other guys,” Dick tried reassuring you, but you knew him better than that.
“Can you get the suit off yourself or do you need help with it?”
“Baby, please, I just got here and you’re already trying to get me naked?” You shot him a glare before looking around for your first aid kit, trying to remember where you put it last. You heard his grumbles and short hisses of pain as he tried to wriggle himself out of the top of his suit. When you came back a few minutes later, first aid kit and some clean washcloths in hand, Dick was still breathing heavily, but now topless.
Be still, my heart. He’s hot but you gotta focus a little right now. You still let your gaze wander down his sculpted body, immediately pausing on the bruises already starting to form on his ribs. No wonder he was breathing heavy.
“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up and then I can try to deal with whatever’s going on with your ribs. You do realize I’m not a professional at this, right?” You asked, going to the kitchen to get some water.
“But you’re such a gorgeous nurse, why would I go to a professional?”
“Dick, I’m literally an accountant. I didn’t even have a first aid kit until I started dating you,” you said, joining him on the couch. You debated it for a second before settling yourself on his lap, the washcloth and bowl of water beside you. You had enough faith that it wouldn’t spill, and if it did… well, you’d deal with that if it happened. His hand immediately gripped your waist, steadying you in place.
“Not that I’m complaining, but I thought you were gonna fix me up.” Dick’s little suggestive smile showed you exactly where his mind was at, and it was precisely where you’d hoped it would be. After all, he could handle a little teasing after the worry he put you through.
“I am. Now hold still while I clean the cuts on your pretty face,” you told him, dipping the washcloth in the warm water. You brought it up, dabbing at the blood on his lip to start. It was really unfair how attractive he was even with his face cut up and with blood on his mouth. Especially with that little blush growing on his cheeks.
It didn’t take long to clean up his scrapes and cuts, even with the pauses you gave him whenever he hissed in sensitivity. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, starting to get up from his lap. He wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you there for a moment. “What, I can’t get a real kiss?”
“You can get a real kiss when I’m done fixing you up.”
“C’mon, I didn’t even complain once.”
“Yeah, but you’re also a grown man.” Dick pouted at that, and you weren’t even sure if he was aware of it. You grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He immediately brightened up, and you swore you could imagine him with a little wagging tail. “Alright, I gotta tape you up.”
“Wait, Babs said you aren’t supposed to wrap ribs anymore.”
“I’m not wrapping your ribs. After last time I looked it up and I got some KT tape for the kit,” you explained, getting up to grab the kit again. You really did have to brush up on some basic first aid things after you started dating Dick and he told you about the whole Nightwing thing. And then anything beyond the basics, Alfred was a call away and surprisingly willing to explain how to do things via video call. Not being able to take your vigilante to the hospital was a great bonding opportunity.
Dick had leaned back on the couch cushions, his arm wrapped around his torso as he tried to hold back his grimace. Whatever adrenaline had been lingering must be gone, you guessed. You needed to get him taped up and in a hot shower to help with the aches before forcing him to go to bed. “Alright, arm up, stretch out so I can tape you up.”
“You sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Kinda. I looked it up, want me to pull up the thing so you can verify it?” You asked, pulling out the pre-cut strips you had. Dick nodded, making you sigh while you pulled out your phone. You quickly looked up “how to use kt tape for bruised ribs” and found the page you were looking for.
Dick took your phone, glancing over the page before stretching out, holding his arm above his head. You cleaned the area before applying the tape, checking the page just to make sure you were doing things right. It didn’t take long to finish up, and you gave him the clear to check how it felt.
“Still hurts, but at least I can breathe a little now,” he reported, smiling up at you. Sure enough, his breathing wasn’t as labored, so things must’ve been a bit better. “Can I get that kiss now?”
You rolled your eyes, even as you leaned in to fulfill his request. His slightly chapped lips smiled against yours, and you had a feeling he liked being babied a little more than he let on. Dick pulled you closer, deepening the kiss slightly before you could feel his body tense. You were the one to pull back, even as Dick lowly whined.
“Alright, I’ll grab some painkillers and you go get yourself in a shower. I think you have some clothes left here from last time,” you trailed off, already getting up again.
“Wait, no, come back, promise I’m not hurting too bad,” he whined, reaching out for you.
“You know, the sooner you get showered up, the sooner we can just cuddle in bed.” You didn’t even have to look at him to know he was now perked up. You tossed him the ibuprofen - the best you could do at the moment. “I mean, unless you wanna spend the night out here while I get all cozy in my room.”
Dick got up from the couch as fast as he could, all things considered. He made his way to the bathroom, already crossing through your bedroom door. “You’re right, I think I left some things here if you don’t have any of those clothes you stole from me.”
“Not stolen, you signed over the rights when we got together.”
“I don’t remember signing anything.”
“Grayson.”
“Yeah, yeah, I guess they’re yours now.” You huffed a small laugh as you turned off your TV, the ambient jazz music stopping. It looked like you were just going to have to read your book in bed.
