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Dc universe question for a f!law-student reader story
so, I'm currently planning a story (maybe multiple parts) in which the reader is an actual law student, who is exhausted and has a hate-love relationship with her studies and all.
Well, the issue is: I'm kinda new to the dc universe and a bit unsure about two things and how I should include them or even if I actually am supposed to do it:
according to earth two Dick became a lawyer. But in other comics he does something else. So, should I go with Dick being a lawyer or not? And if so, should he already be a lawyer when reader is still studying law or should they both be law students?
Which law firm would be the best fit? Cranston, Grayson and Wayne? (not sure because he already is a partner there), Miller and Moore? Are there more? Or should I create a new one? Help-
NOTHING NEW
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A/N: maybe a a bit less angstier than I thought, but yeah, hope you’ll like it
DICK GRAYSON
currently in a committed relationship with Dick Grayson (he doesn't know)
!from newest to oldest fic!
NOTHING NEW (smau)
you and Dick are friends, or something between? Not sure. But something definitely shifts and it doesn’t look good.
COMFORT (smau)
boyfriend!Dick Grayson comfortes reader at night.
ORAL FIXATION (drabble)
Dick Grayson has an oral fixation at a party
BOYFRIEND ENERGY (smau)
silly texts with Dick
WRAPPED IN YOU (0.6k words)
Dick and you share a quiet, intimate evening wrapped in his arms
ANGRY CONFESSION (0.9k words)
angry love confession after the tension explodes
Currently working on a partly angsty smau one shot (dick grayson x reader)- trying to cope with it lmao
Not sure if you are going to like it because it's sad-
boyfriend!Dick Grayson comfortes reader at night
Thinking about Dick Grayson with an oral fixation or is it just me-? Lmao
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The music is loud, the bass is thrumming and bodies move.
You hadn't planned on staying too long this time, just a quick appearance, a drink and then out.
Then you see him.
Dick Grayson.
He leans against the kitchen counter like he owns the place, sleeves pushed up, dark hair slightly tousled.
There is a lollipop tucked between his lips, the white stick angled lazily as he listens to someone talk.
He is not even really paying attention. His eyes scanning the room until they land on you.
And then he smiles.
It's subtle at first, just the corner of his mouth curling. The lollipop shifts as his tongue presses against it.
Like he doesn't even realise what he is doing.
You definitely notice.
He pushes off the counter, weaving through the people with that effortless confidence.
"Didn't think you'd come."
Your gaze drops, traitorously to the lollipop. He notices.
Of course he does.
The lollipop shifts lazily between his lips again. But it seems like he already forgot the stick. Like it's just something to occupy his mouth while the rest of him decides what to do.
"You are staring"
The lollipop clicks softly against his teeth as he speaks.
"I'm not" you lie immediately.
His brow lifts, amused. He takes it out to speak clearer. But even then he doesn't let it go, rolling it between his fingers.
"You are. It's always my mouth."
"It's not-"
He hums. The lollipop returns to his mouth mid thought.
You watch it happen again.
"Mhmm", he continues around the lollipop, voice slightly muffled. "You keep doing that thing where you look like you are trying not to."
"Trying not to what?"
He pauses.
Then he pulls the lollipop out slowly, lips slightly parted like they are reluctant go let it go.
"Thinking about my mouth."
"I'm not"
"You really like watching it, huh?"
"You really like that thing."
"Helps me focus."
"On what?"
His eyes flick to yours. Then lower. Brief. Intentional.
"Depends. Sometimes it's just something to keep my mouth busy."
The lollipop taps slightly against his lips.
"You keep staring at it.", he adds.
"I don't-"
"You do", he interrupts. "Like you are waiting for it to disappear."
A pause.
His smile turns faint, knowing.
"Or like you're curious what I'd do without it."
BOYFRIEND ENERGY
boyfriend!dick grayson x reader
silly texts with Dick! Hope you'll like it.
Heyy, that's very random but I have a new story idea (could also be a one shot but currently I wouldn't mind writing at least a few parts of it) the idea is:
Dick Grayson x lawyer!reader /lawyer student!reader
Like, actual lawyer stuff. Talking with clients, doing the annoying paperwork (bro, I LITERALLY CUT MY FINGER ACCIDENTALLY WHEN I HAD TO LOOK FOR A PAPER FILE IN THE ARCHIVE BECAUSE NOT EVERYTHING WAS DIGITAL IN THAT ONE LAW FIRM)
court stuff and all? Tbh, I would try to portrait it more realistically than its portrait in shows or films-
I would probably inspire myself by the laws in my country and like try to adapt them to you all.
What do you think about it?
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WRAPPED IN YOU
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Dick Grayson x reader
summary: Dick and you share a quiet, intimate evening wrapped in his arms.
wc: 0.6k
A/N: a bit shorter because I'm way too tired to continue writing.
Dick was currently laying in bed, his phone still in hand, scheduling the next patrol while you were reading a book.
His one arm was draped around your hips, drawing slow absent minded circles beneath the shirt you were wearing (his to be specific).
Your head rested against his chest, raising and falling with each steady breath and you heard him yawn above you.
"Tired?" you murmured, not lifting your gaze from the page in front of you. The words blurred slightly as your focus shifted more towards him than the story.
"Only a bit. Just have to finish this, otherwise it might end up in a mess."
You tilted your head just enough to look at him, your expression doing the talking, one brow raised that says 'it might end up in a mess anyway'
He caught that look, a small knowing smile tugged at his lips, one brow lifting up in amusement. There was something fond in the way he looked at you. But be didnt argue. Instead his fingers continued the lazy path along your hip, that didn't seem to follow any real pattern.
Minutes passed like this, quiet, comfortable.
The only sounds in the room were the turning of your pages and the occasional tap of his thumbs against his phone.
Eventually, he put his phone down with a satisfied "done".
You only hummed in response.
Dick shifted beside you, adjusting himself, until he was properly settled into the bed, burrying his face into the curve of your neck immediately.
You felt and heard it immediately, the warmth of his breath and how he inhaled slowly.
"You smell like me and your shampoo", he murmured, his voice slightly muffled against your neck.
A small smile tugged at your lips.
"Obviously, I was showering earlier." you replied, your tone almost teasing.
"Still", he continued, his voice softer now "It's calming...falling asleep with you again. Not like the other times when I'm out on patrol." His nose brushed slightly along your neck.
"Don't get me wrong", he added, "I take patrol seriously...but sometimes falling asleep next to you, is very tempting."
"I know" you murmur and your fingers found his arm, the one wrapped around your hip, and began tracing slow, wandering patterns along his skin. Mirroring his own at your hip.
"Currently those moments are rare. A lot of crime is happening." you murmured.
"Yeah", he breathed "It's exhausting but also rewarding when we catch those people." he murmured.
There was a pause.
Then you felt it.
A soft press of his lips against your neck, just below your ear.
It wasn't rushed or demanding. Just...there.
His fingers tightened around your hip slightly, pulling you a bit closer as if there was still space left between you.
"Worth it, though,"
"The patrol or this?", you asked.
A faint smile tugged at his lips, eyes already half closed. "Both...but this..this keeps me going." His lips brush against your neck again.
Your chest tightened just slightly.
"That's a lot of pressure to put on me", you murmured, though there was no real protest.
He huffed slightly. "No pressure, just truth."
You put your book away.
"We should probably sleep soon. It's late. You are tired. "
He seemed to protest but yawned at the same time.
"True."
He breathed your scent in again.
"Good night, seep well"
"Sleep well"
His breath began to even out, each inhale deeper than the last.
The tension in his body, he maybe carried without realising, melted away.
And just before sleep fully pulled you in, you felt his arm tightening around your hip slightly.
ANGRY CONFESSION
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Dick Grayson x reader
summary: angry love confession
wc: 0.9k
A/N: the conversation is supposed to be a bit messy
The rain has been tapping against your windows for hours, the kind that feels less like weather and more like a mood. Your apartment is dim, lit only by the lamp in the corner and the city glow bleeding in through half drawn curtains. You’re still in your work clothes, shoes kicked off somewhere near the door, jacket abandoned over the back of a chair.
You shouldn’t be pacing.
You shouldn’t be waiting.
And yet.
There’s a knock – sharp, impatient, unmistakable.
You don’t answer right away. You know who it is. You always do. The knock comes again, louder this time and you finally cross the room and yank the door open.
Dick Grayson stands there, rain speckled hair curling at the edges, jaw tight, eyes stormy in a way that makes your chest ache before he even opens his mouth.
“We need to talk,” he says.
You step aside without a word, letting him in. The door shuts behind him with more force than necessary.
For a moment, neither of you speaks. The air feels heavy, charged, like the seconds before lightning strikes.
“You can’t just disappear,” he finally says, turning to face you. “You missed two check meetings.”
Your laugh is sharp and humorless. “I was at work, Dick. Not everyone can swing away whenever they feel like it.”
“That’s not what this is about,” he snaps. “You know it.”
You fold your arms. “Then enlighten me.”
His eyes flick around your apartment like he’s looking for something to ground himself and then they lock back onto you.
“You’re shutting me out,” he says. “And I don’t know why.”
Something inside you cracks.
Because you do know why.
And you’re tired of carrying it alone.
“You really don’t get it?” you ask quietly.
Dick exhales, frustrated. “Then explain it to me.”
You shake your head, a bitter smile pulling at your lips. “What, so you can give me another lecture about ‘keeping things professional’?”
His expression hardens. “That’s not fair.”
“Oh, it’s not?” Your voice rises despite your efforts to keep it steady. “Because last week you looked at me like I’d crossed some invisible line just for caring whether you made it back alive.”
“That’s the job,” he says. “Attachments make things messy.”
The word attachments hits like a slap.
You stop pacing. Slowly, you turn to face him fully.
“So that’s what I am now?” you ask. “A liability?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“But it’s what you meant.”
Silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating.
Dick rubs a hand over his face. “I’m trying to keep you safe.”
You let out a shaky laugh. “By pushing me away?”
“Yes,” he says, immediately and then freezes, like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.
Something hot and furious wells up in your chest, months of restraint finally snapping.
“You don’t get to decide that for me,” you say. “You don’t get to walk into my apartment, act like you know what’s best, and pretend this doesn’t-” You gesture helplessly between the two of you. “mean something.”
His voice drops. “This is exactly why I’m doing this.”
You stare at him, stunned. “Because it means something?”
“Because it means too much,” he shoots back. “And I can’t afford that.”
That’s it.
The words tear out of you before you can stop them.
“Well I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay?” you snap, voice breaking with the force of it. “But it happened and I can’t do shit about it!”
The room goes dead silent.
Dick looks at you like the floor just disappeared beneath his feet.
“You…” His breath stutters. “You what?”
The reality of what you’ve said crashes down all at once. Your anger drains, leaving behind raw exposure and instant regret.
You turn away, pressing your hands into the countertop like it might hold you together. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have said that. Just...just drop it.”
“I can’t,” he says quietly.
You swallow hard. “Please.”
“No.” His voice isn’t sharp anymore. It’s shaken. “You don’t get to say something like that and then ask me to forget it.”
You spin back around. “What do you want from me, Dick? An apology? A take back?”
He steps closer, cautiously, like you might bolt. “I want the truth.”
“That was the truth,” you whisper. “And I hate it.”
His eyes soften in a way that almost hurts more than his anger did.
“You think I don’t?” he says. “You think I pulled away because I don’t care?”
You laugh weakly. “You could’ve fooled me.”
He stops right in front of you now, close enough that you can feel his warmth, see the tension in his shoulders.
“I pulled away,” he says, voice low, “because every time you smile at me, every time you look at me like I’m not just another hero who might not come back, I lose my footing.”
Your breath catches.
“I’ve lost people,” he continues. “And the idea of losing you of being the reason you get hurt ,it terrifies me.”
You search his face. “So you decided it was easier if I was already gone?”
His jaw tightens. “I decided it was safer.”
You shake your head. “For who?”
He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to.
The anger fades completely now, leaving behind something softer, more fragile.
“I didn’t want to fall in love with you,” you admit quietly. “But I did. And pretending otherwise hurts more than the risk ever could.”
Dick’s hand hovers between you for a second before he finally takes yours, tentative, like he’s afraid you’ll pull away.
“I’ve been trying not to love you for months,” he confesses. “Turns out I’m really bad at it.”
Your eyes sting. “You’re serious.”
He nods. “Painfully.”
For a moment, neither of you moves. Then he rests his forehead against yours, a shaky breath leaving him.
“I’m not sorry you fell in love with me,” he murmurs. “I’m just sorry you thought you were alone in it.”
That’s when you break, leaning into him, fingers clutching his shirt, letting yourself feel it all at once.
The kiss, when it comes, is slow and careful, like a promise instead of a conclusion. Like the beginning of something messy and terrifying and real.
Outside, the rain keeps falling.
But inside your apartment, for the first time in a long while, it feels warm.
