Pairing: Battinson x fem!reader is Gordan daughter
B.W Masterlist
Warnings: Light details of a crime scene, swearing, poorly edited (Sorry)
WC: 1.4k
Summary: You work with your father, Detective Jim Gordon as a psychologist, where you analyze crime scenes to help solve cases. One day he brings you to a gruesome crime scene and you run into Vengeance himself.
Gotham.
City of the night, The Wretched city that never sleeps. This crime-ridden city has never known a peaceful night until he came.
A new hope has been cast on the lonely ominous streets of Gotham, his existence is a bit of a mystery to some, even to me and everyone who resides in Gotham. But he seems to be on the side of justice, our side. I've never seen him in person but he has worked discrete cases with my father. My father describes him as the boogeyman, but from what I've heard, I fear nothing about him. He is bringing good change to this forsaken city.
“Try not to touch anything,” is the first thing my father said to me after we’ve just sat through a quiet 10-minute drive to this gory crime scene. His voice is rough and directional, wanting me to make sure I don’t mess anything up at the scenes as if I haven’t been to a crime scene before.
“I’ll try my best,” I snap back sarcastically before rolling my eyes. I’ve been invited to be a spectator on crime scenes before because of my job, although “Invited” might not be the right word to describe being able to visit a crime scene, after all, it’s not all that exciting to have that word even be used. I grab blue latex gloves from another police officer and wiggle my fingers to fit the thin molding of it.
“Need some help with that Ms. Gordon?” the heavy accented Officer asks.
“No thank you Officer Martinez, and please, You’ve known me since I was little, call me Y/n,” I half-joke. I don’t feel comfortable being called that. It sounds like how my mother would be introduced. And these days I’m trying to get far away from any resemblance to her.
I Finally got both gloves on and gave a quick nod- smile- combo to officer Martinez before turning around to catch up with my father. I gently step over chalk lines on the brown-toned wood before being faced with a dead body sitting upright in a recliner, with duct tape practically suctioned on his face with red writing and a brown paper bag in his hand.
“Fuck.” I mumble under my breath before covering my nose with the back of my gloved hand. “It’s the Mayor,” his words get clouded by a deep huff. He sighed heavily before kneading his eyebrows together with his fingers.
It’s gonna be a long night…
I lean in closer to inspect the deceased body trying to fight the urge to throw up as I look for any personal signatures the killer might have left behind, anything special to get a better look Into their psychotic mind.
I pull away noticing something written on the magazines that hang on the back wall, it’s written in blood. I hear hushed chatter amongst the other officers but I don’t pay any mind to the strong energy shift in the room as I lean closer to the markings on the wall trying to do my job.
“What are you thinking?” The low gravelly voice over my shoulder questions, I jump at the sudden intrusion in my personal space. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he gently responds after seeing my reaction to his unannounced presence.
“It’s fine” I can barely get out, still stunned by the person who I am now fully facing. “You’re Batman '' I breathe out, feeling utterly shocked.
“What are you thinking?.” He ignores my outburst and points to the area I was just spectating at, “Wel- well,” I pause trying to regain my thought process. “I’m just trying to understand the killer's motive. They or I'm assuming He, wrote “lies” across these articles. I think he’s trying to send a message.”
“Hmm, are you a cop?” He asks, It’s hard to see his facial expressions since his cowl covers his face and I can’t see his eyebrows, but I can tell he’s searching my face for any reaction to his inquisitive questions. It’s making me nervous. “Nope” I quickly responded, I pulled on my disposable elastic badge that states my occupation. “You’re a psychologist huh?” he reassures.
“Whaat?, I have no idea what you’re talking about'' I playfully dragged out, his lip curling up into somewhat of a small smile which is the only form of expression I’ve seen from him thus far, but it quickly disappears. He walks away, ending our little conversation, and ends up in front of my dad. I can see their heads slightly lean into each other, but I continue looking around while writing down my observations in my notepad.
……
“Come on y/n, we have to put together a file for this case” my dad calls after me, I jump up from the chair I was sleeping on. I fish for my phone in my pockets to look at the time.
2:23 AM
Shit!
The sleep starts to leave my body after seeing the time I sit up straightening my back that was hunched over for god knows how long. “Uh, coming dad” I slur out, still feeling a little groggy after being jilted from my nap. I don’t remember how I was even able to fall asleep at a literal crime scene. I rub my eyes making my vision blur for a little bit but my eyes focus on the Coffee next to me with a little note attached. The handwriting is so smooth and quick, the words lightly skipping over the thin white napkin paper and looping into a loose cursive font. Thanks, dad.
‘it’s gonna be a long night.’ The note read
“Thanks for the coffee dad!” I groan out softly at the taste of fresh coffee hitting my taste buds, I can feel the energy entering my body already. “I didn’t give you any coffee” he tilts his head at the sight of me holding my beverage that mysteriously appeared. I look at the drink in my hand and then him furrowing my eyebrows.
It couldn’t be who I think it is… right? Maybe it was Martinez. Yes, that makes perfect sense. I ought to thank him when I see him again.
I grab my belongings and walk behind My dad to his car, “Hey goodnight boss!” Officer Martinez waves out at my dad, before looking at me, “Oh and goodnight to you too Ms- ugh - I mean Y/n” he corrected.
“Goodnight Martinez,” I say softly with a friendly smile on my face, I walk past him forgetting that I should thank him for my coffee so I turn back around. “Oh and thanks for the coffee, I needed it”.
“Ahh – I don’t know what you’re talking about little Miss, maybe it was your dad” he shrugs.
It can’t be him. It just can’t, plus someone would have seen him right? …. Right?.
…..
I finally reached the front of the Mayor's house, fighting my way through paparazzi’s and news anchors just wanting to get out of the light rain that was starting to come down. “It’s getting nuts out here, just wait right here and I’ll bring the car over” dad instructs, I nod giving him confirmation. I walk further down the street to get out of the public's way and it’s much darker since there is a busted headlight above. The cool wispy winds that come with the soft rain coming down.
God, it’s always raining in Gotham.
I stupidly try and put my hands above my head to try and inevitably stop my hair from becoming damp, but it’s no use.
Obviously.
I hear the roaring engine of some sort of vehicle behind me, followed by bright mustard yellow-colored headlights. I looked down at the ground to see my shadow beneath me. Who the fuck-
“It’s you” I barely get out, completely in awe of his presence, He Just stares at me. He’s still decked out in his Vigilante gear, it looks so intimidating under this shadowy lighting. I do a double-take at the drink and my hand and then back up at him, he notices this staring at me like he’s waiting for a reaction.
He did do it…
But I ask anyway, needing confirmation. “D-did you do this?” Stepping forward to be a bit closer (though we still have a good distance between us). He Revs his silver motorbike kicking up the leg stand before responding. “I have no idea what you’re talking about”. Then he’s off.
My tongue meets the inside of my cheek trying to hide my amused smile as I turn back around to see dad finally pulling his car around and I hop in.
“Yell, scream, cry, please just say anything, Anything” for Tim or Jason with Damian
I’ll admit, not my finest work:
It wasn’t rare that Bruce had to leave the house for business, quite common in fact, what was rare was both Bruce, Alfred and Dick were unable to come to the manor for three days. Bruce was forced to travel to Los Angeles with Lucius for a W.E. business deal, Alfred was in London visiting family, and Dick was caught up in Bludhaven. What did that leave? Jason and Tim as the demon-sitters, because Bruce apparently didn’t trust just one of them.
Less painful if they suffered together, Jason supposed.
The first day had gone alright, send the brat to school while Timmy goes to work-disappear for a while. They had gotten by simply by ignoring each other. The second day they weren’t as lucky. The brat had to go and contract a head cold from his sardine can of a school. Tim, being as helpful as ever with his missing spleen, fled back to the safety of his apartment.
What did that leave? Jason with a sick child.
Terrific.
“This blanket has holes, Todd.” Said child whined, chucking the blanket back at his older brothers face. Jason caught it and scowled.
“Yeah, brat, because it’s a knitted blanket.” He said. It was true, the blanket had been knit by Bruce’s mom, Martha Wayne not long before she was killed.
“Well it’s not keeping me warm.” The kids nose was stuffed and his voice thick. Jason cringed at the snot beginning to appear on the boys upper lip.
“You have a head cold, not the plague.” Jason snapped. “Get your own damn blanket.” He spread out the one that had recently been thrown at his head and tucked it over himself.
“Tt, useless as always.” Damian mumbled, nuzzling himself impossibly further into the cushions of the couch.
“You can just shut up, you little Prince.” Said Jason. He would have thought that Damian-I am Godly- Wayne would have denied sickness to the very end, but no, the kid was playing it up. Whining about the littlest things and asking Jason to do everything for him. Yet, again, that was Damian’s normal attitude, the sickness probably wasn’t to blame for any of Jason’s suffering.
Someone came through the front door as the next episode of Brooklyn Ninety-Nine started up. They had been in silence for a few moments, Damian sucking in disgusting, snotty snorts of air. He shifted for the millionth time, trying to press himself even farther into the cushions.
“Clear that out would you?” Said Jason, eyes focused on the show.
“Then get me another tissue!” Ordered Damian, voice raspy from the dripping in his throat.
“Damn, your irritating.” Jason snipped. “Wonder where you got that whining from. Don’t think Bruce would let himself look that weak, and it sure as hell ain’t from Talia.” That got Damian’s attention, so Jason let himself continue: “You know, your lucky she’s not here. You’d probably get a lashing for all that complaining.” Damian stiffened.
Then he continued, muttering under his breath. “Heck, maybe she was onto something, maybe that’s what it will take to get you to shut up.” But it was too loud, and of course the kid had heard it, that’s how he was taught to survive. Jason waiting for a retort, a classic Damian response filled with so much snark that it would be hard to believe it had come from such a young mouth.
The fact that all he heard was silence, either meant the kid had miraculously fallen asleep, or, Jason’s words had done major damage. Looking up proved the ladder of the two to be true.
“ Hey, kid, look. I didn’t mean that okay?” If he didn’t mean it he shouldn’t have said it, shouldn’t have been so inconsiderate to say such a terrible thing when that terrible thing had probably been true. They had all seen the scars, all hated how marks from such awful things were on someone as young as ten. Damian still didn’t respond, just looked at his lap like it was the most interesting thing that he had ever seen.
“Dames, you hear me, right? I would never hurt you, no one here would ever hurt you.” Jason stood up, bringing the knitted blanket over and moving to lay it over the boy. He tried to pretend like he hadn’t seen the flinch.
“Come on kid, I know you can hear me.” Jason stooped to his knee, getting lower so he could be eye level with Damian. There was still no response, not even a glance up. It was a reaction Jason had never seen from Damian, never thought he would ever see.
“Yell, scream, cry, please say anything.” Jason found himself begging. “Anything.” Damian stayed quiet, Jason glanced at where Tim lingered in the doorway, bag of takeout hanging from his hand.
“Dami, please.”
Damian made a noise, a large and disgusting sniff that made Jason want to run in the other direction, but it was a noise nonetheless.
“You know I was kidding, right?” Jason asked, risking the loss of his hand to stroke the boys cheek.
“Don’t tell father.” Damian said quietly. “Please.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” Jason promised, then adding: “But even if Bruce found out, he wouldn’t be mad. Sick kids are whiny. Hell, non-sick kids are whiny.”
“I’m not a kid.”
“There you are!” Jason said, ruffling his younger brother’s hair and plopping on the couch next to the boy. He pulled a stiff and slightly resistant Damian into his side. “Now Timmy, what grub did you bring us?” Damian sniffed loudly.
“And for goodness sake, someone get this kid a damn tissue.”
Inspired by this post: https://doc-squash.tumblr.com/post/180206725661/there-is-a-rumor-that-nightwing-can-subsist-solely
Dick noticed he may not be entirely human after his parents died. He chalked it up to being downright miserable after their deaths at first. But then he got really sick and weak and Bruce spend the night in his room cradling his small, fragile body at a loss of how to help him. Dick woke up feeling well rested and re-energized, the empty sucking feeling akin to hunger gone.
Bruce couldn’t explain his sudden recovery and Dick didn’t look to closely either. Bruce didn’t like metas in his city and Dick was afraid the man would send him away if it turned out he was one.
However he was forced to face the issue a week later, when he started to get that feeling of hunger again despite the mountains of food he was consuming every day. He started experimenting, based on what he knew happened the last time and came up with an answer: hug. An actual hug, no just casual contact like a hand on his shoulder or ruffled hair. He noticed he felt better after he gave Alfred a quick hug in thanks for something or the other. Dick tested more and came up with a decent pattern: a hug lasting a few seconds got him fed like one meal did for a normal human being. About a minute and longer hug could sustain him for a few days, even a week if he really had to. In other words, the longer the hug, the longer he could function between his… meals.
It was good Dick was an affectionate boy. He could hug Bruce and Alfred at random without raising any suspicions. Still, Bruce wasn’t a very expressive person. Far from it. The man was always uncomfortable when he got trapped in a hug, so Dick tried to limit displays of affection as much as he could.
With Titans things were a little better. Not that they hugged each other much, but definitely more than in the Wayne manor. However, those hugs helped for a little less time. Then there was Kory and Barbara and Dick was fed daily with high dosage of cuddles.
Then came Blüdhaven and it was miserable. A long string of abymyssal dates followed in an effort to just get by. Jason helped a little when he visited or Dick dragged himself back to Gotham, but then he died and Dick just couldn’t deal. He latched onto Catalina, trying to help her be the hero he knew she could be. But he misjudged badly and it ended up in a disaster he barely survived.
Things started to look up when Tim entered the picture. The hugs he kept stealing from the kid were enough to keep him going, so Dick abandoned his self destructive tendency to date whoever came across and focused on being the big brother to Tim.
Then Red Hood exploded into their lives, Damian was dumped onto Bruce to take care of and Dick discovered that his little brothers gave the best and fulfilling hugs ever. He made sure to spend some time with each of his brothers every few days and hug them.
Tim gave it to him semi freely, usually too busy with his cases to actually stop him when Dick attacked him with cuddles. Damian with his upbringing and being Bruce’s little clone allowed him one hug a week. Jason, the elusive angry little brother, whom Dick wanted to smother with affection, had to be bribed.
It was one of such times.
“C’mon Dickie. I just need you to cover as Red Hood for a few days,” Jason wheedled.
Red Hood requested a meeting with Nightwing. Dick not one to miss an opportunity to spend time with Jason, especially since he was difficult to get a hold on, agreed immediately and brought some food in the hopes of coaxing Red Hood into a hug. But this. This was so much better.
“For a price, Little Wing,” Dick grinned, ready to milk it for all it’s worth.
“Name it,” Jason said immediately, and stupidly-his mind supplied, ready to do anything he had to to get those few days free.
“A hug.”
Red Hood should have seen that one coming. It was almost always about hugs with Dick. Didn’t the man ever had enough of this crap?
“Hell no,” Red Hood protested. “Unlike you, I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”
“Two hugs!” Dick raised the price in response, lifting his hand with two fingers up least there were any doubts Jason misheard him. “And a forehead kiss.”
Fucking hell, it can’t be happening. Why Jason didn’t just agree in the first place?
“One,” Jason growled.
“One for two minutes and I get to nuzzle your hair.”
“Ugh,” Jason threw his head back and sighed. He needed those free days. “Fine!”
Dick squeaked in delight and didn’t waste time in jumping down from the ledge and wrapping his arms around Jason’s body. Jason hugged back, because it was the part of the deal and started counting down two minutes.
“Ahh, that’s the stuff,” Dick sighed happily.
Red Hood pulled back slightly and narrowed his eyes at Nightwing speculatively. He looked at the barely touched food and back at Dick.
“So the rumors are true,” he stated in incredulity. “You do sustain yourself through hugs from us.”
“Uh, yeah?” Nightwing tilted his head in confusion. “You all know this.”
“You- Wha-” Red Hood didn’t know what to address first. “We know?”
Dick rolled his eyes.
“Yeah? You all always say ‘he needs to cuddle like his life depended on it’ or ‘he needs hugs to breathe’.”
Jason’s stomach dropped, he felt vaguely sick at the realization.
“We were just saying things,” he said faintly. The possible consequences of them not taking seriously Dick’s need to hug flashing through his mind. “Like a joke. Dick. We- I didn’t know.”
“Oh,” Nightwing muttered, his eyes widened and he stumbled back. “Oh.”
Red Hood didn’t let him escape, tightening his hold on the older man.
“You really think I would withhold something so vital to your well-being for bribes?” Jason asked softly. He was nauseous just at the thought of Dick thinking Jason was capable of such an act.
“No!” Dick paled in horror and stuttered, “I just thought you were just teasing.”
“I wasn’t,” Red Hood replied. He hugged Dick tight and after a moment of deliberation, he kissed his forehead. Dick asked for a forehead kiss, so it had to help in sustaining him, right? “Tell me what you need.”
“Just this,” Nightwing hummed, snuggling close. “For a few minutes.”
Eventually Dick let go and Jason reluctantly allowed himself to be chased away after confirming that, yes it was enough for Dick to last for a week, and yes, he would fill in as Red Hood.
After patrol two days later Dick found out Jason moved in with him. Dick wasn’t complaining, because fuck, those hugs were fantastic and not just for feeding.
“Bruce!” Dick grinned as he opened the door. “Come in. This is a surprise.”
Bruce raised an eyebrow at him as he entered the apartment. Not only Dick wasn’t close to death as he feared, but he thrived. He was happy in a way Bruce didn’t see him being since that fated night at the circus.
“You missed your weekly visit,” he offered as an explanation to his sudden appearance at his son’s doorstep. “I just come by to check on you.”
“Oh!” Dick bounced on his feet and Bruce hid a smile. It was rare nowadays to see Dick so full of energy he was practically bursting. He really wanted to meet the person that had his son this happy just in under two weeks. “I’ve been busy. You know, night job and all that.”
“Mhm,” Bruce agreed, looking around. There were some things in the apartment which clearly didn’t belong to Dick as he didn’t saw them before and he frowned. Wasn’t it a little fast having this person live with Dick already?
Just then Jason walked out of the bedroom, his chest bare, and started rooting through the couch cushions.
Only years of training saved Bruce from staring with his mouth hanging open in surprise. He watched as Jason finally fished a t-shirt and put in on. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Dick salivating at the sight. Bruce resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. Of course.
“Bruce,” Jason drawled, slumping down on the couch and opening his arms invitingly. Dick immediately dived into his side, snuggling happily and Jason smirked at Bruce, “As you can see Dick has all the hugs he could want, so there’s no need for you to pop up here, at all.”
“I see,” Bruce agreed contemplatively, he turned to leave but paused and looked over his shoulder at his two sons.
“It’s not the hugs,” he said. “It’s love.”
Then he left while both of them sputtered at the revelation.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
And motivation strikes again? Odd
Two nights later, and not even two weeks post his return, he could be found sneaking out his bedroom window and scaling the fireplace to the roof of Dick’s apartment building. From there, he would have a different perspective and a much better advantage when it came to building his map and planning his route of attack. To the left, was the more family centered area of Gotham. A place filled with duplexes and well groomed parks for the better off in Gotham’s outer ring. To his right, was the Narrows and, straight ahead, downtown Gotham. If he squinted hard enough he could make out the shining lights of Wayne Enterprises.
He sucked in a breath of chilling winter air and turned right.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“ What do you know?” Jason suddenly asked, half aware of Batman lingering in the background, watching with peaked interest. Even so, this girl seemed to know him, really know him, and perhaps she would be the key to unlocking the secrets of his past. Maybe she was what he had been looking for.
“ Oh, I know so many things! Like how little birdies are way too noisy and that Arkham is just terrible. Or, how I love the sound my bat on peoples bones makes, but also how dear Batsy gets all feisty when I make people scream.” Harley pauses for a moment, tilting her head and faking thought. “Oh, and I also know how you died.”
Written for JayDick-Hell as a part of the Jaydick Winter Blahs Fic Exchange.
Prompt: It’s my highschool reunion and I need a hot date so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me
The night was going well for Jason; his men completed drug raids with added bonuses, nobody that wasn’t supposed to got hurt, Batman stayed out of his way; so of course the Golden Boy was waiting at Jason’s apartment for Red Hood to get back home.
For a second Jason contemplated shooting him, but decided it wasn’t worth having to clean the blood or worse – abandoning the apartment.
“Hey, Jay,” Dick greeted him casually, like he didn’t just break into the house of a crime oriented former Robin. In his civvies no less.
“What do you want?” Red Hood growled walking past the couch and his not-brother lounging on it to his bedroom to shed his gear.
“Can’t I just visit my favorite little brother?”
Jason dropped his guns and helmet in shock and rounded on Dick to stare at him in disbelief.
Dick send him a small, uncertain smile, eyes darting away and to Jason never settling on anything more than a few seconds.
Jason squinted at him suspiciously. Dick was acting weird and the show of vulnerability just added to Red Hood’s unease. Whatever he wanted, Dick knew Jason wasn’t going to like it and unfortunately for him no matter how much buttering up the Golden Child did wasn’t going to change that.
“Talk or get out,” Red Hood ground out, crossing his arms irritably.
Dick dropped his head, huffing out a nervous laugh. In the next second he lifted his head slightly, peering at Jason from behind the bangs of dark hair, biting his lip.
Jason viciously stomped on the thought of how adorable Dick looked like that.
“Will you be my date?” the older of the two asked quietly.
“Excuse me?” Jason blinked taken aback.
Dick jumped to his feet and started pacing a little to burn off some of the nervous energy. He flapped his hands around as he tried to explain to Red Hood why he needed a date in the first place. He sounded like he wanted to convince not only Jason but himself too, but the younger male decided to cut him some slack, because him even asking Jason to pretend to be his boyfriend was too bizarre to be real. Even if Jason wished it to be real.
“I have a case I’m working on,” Dick said, “and it turned out one of my acquaintances from high school is involved. But it would be suspicious if I just showed up out of the blue, especially when they would learn I was a cop. Fortunately in a few days I have a school reunion and they would be there. It’s a perfect opportunity to snoop around a bit and I would appreciate some backup.”
“Why don’t you take the Replacement?” Jason asked. “Or Babs? Anyone from the long line of your friends?”
“Tim is too young,” Dick shook his head. “Babs went there too so she’s known and her being Commissioner’s daughter would make things more difficult. And everybody else is busy.”
“I’m busy too,” Jason pointed put.
“Please?” big blue eyes begged him. “I really could use the help. Besides,” Dick added, a blush started to redden his cheeks. Jason watched, fascinated. “This is one of the events where you’re supposed to bring a hot date with you.”
It took a few seconds for Jason’s brain to process what was just said, but then Red Hood smirked confidently.
“You think I’m hot, Sweetheart?” Jason drawled.
Dick’s blush deepened, but he maintained eye contact resolutely.
“So, will you?” the older man demanded plaintively.
“There better be a lot of food, Goldie,” Jason agreed indirectly. “And booze.”
Dick’s smile lit up the whole room and left Red Hood dazed enough, that he barely reacted as Dick danced away with an excuse of not bothering him any further and that he will text him the details later.
It was how Jason found himself at the manor four days later, dressed in an expensive suit that – according to Kori and Roy – accented his hotness, tugging at the tie to get rid of the choking feeling at his throat. He came to pick Dick up, but apparently the Golden Boy wasn’t ready yet so Jason was forced to wait for him in his former home and hope that other Bats had the sense to stay away from him.
Red Hood wasn’t so lucky apparently.
“Huh,” Tim hummed with his mouth full, looking Jason up and down. “After your spiel about how you hate us all I didn’t think you would agree to this,” he commented after he swallowed whatever he was eating.
“What is it to you?” Red Hood sneered. “I’m always up for a case with ass kicking, free food and drinks.”
Tim blinked at him in confusion and then smirked with amusement.
“There’s no case, Jason,” he revealed.
“What?!” Red Hood’s jaw dropped. No it couldn’t be, the Replacement had to be lying, but Jason couldn’t think of any reason why he would do that. “But Dick said...” he trailed off, realizing he had been played. The fucker, Jason thought betrayed and angry, when I’ll get my hands on him…
“Dick wanted you to be his date,” Tim said, derailing Jason’s thoughts of murder of the eldest son of the Bat. “Apparently he assumed you wouldn’t agree if he just asked you outright.”
What? Red Hood stared at his replacement, mouth opening and closing without any sound. Dick wanted Jason to be his date? What did it mean?
“Jay!” Dick shouted excitedly from the top of the stairs. “You came!” he sounded a touch surprised, but it did nothing to dim his wide, happy grin as the acrobat bounded down the stairs in his hurry to plaster himself against Jason in a hug.
Jason’s arms automatically went up to hug Dick back, while his mind still tired to process the new information it was given. Did the Golden Child, the mighty Nightwing liked a street rat like Jason Todd in a romantic way? Jason was afraid to even hope.
“Let’s just crack that case of yours,” Red Hood said, pulling away.
“Yeah, the case, right,” Dick agreed, releasing him reluctantly. His smile dimmed a little and he shuffled awkwardly like Jason just reminded him this was not a real date.
Holy shit, Dick wanted it to be a real date!
Jason grinned like a shark. Oh, this was going to be great!
“So?” he prompted. “Let’s go,” he elaborated as Dick blinked up at him in confusion.
“Oh, of course!” the acrobat let out a painfully fake laugh and practically fled the manor. “See yea, Timmy.”
Red Hood turned to the Replacement, waggling his eyebrows and found him glaring at him protectively. He snorted and waved, following Dick out.
Jason’s plan on having fun was tampered slightly by one fact. On the way to the event Dick was kind of nervous and Red Hood got the feeling it had nothing to do with him or the fake-real date situation. No. When they got to their destination and Dick got all quiet and tense Jason realized why. Dick was scared. Dick Grayson, the social butterfly, the man who could and would laugh in the face of worst criminals the world had to offer and then some, was afraid.
Now Jason wasn’t stupid and guessed the probable cause almost immediately. He wasn’t a stranger to being bullied in school, but he didn’t had the chance to attend his classes too long. Dick however had the full experience and apparently it was bad. And the fact that Dick could have taken down his tormentors in a few seconds flat but couldn’t had to add the salt to injury.
For a moment Jason wondered why Dick even went to this reunion. Then some flashes of the cameras light up the surroundings and, yeah, right. Dick Grayson was a public person, it would be suspicious if he didn’t show to this party and the following scandal that was sure to be created by the gossip columns just wasn’t worth it. But that meant Dick couldn’t do anything if whoever had tormented him didn’t grow the fuck up and tried something for the same reasons.
Suddenly Jason’s role in this mess became clear to him. Dick didn’t want to take anyone else with him not only because he wanted Jason, but because they were widely known as well and had certain expectations to fulfill in the public eye. But Jason? Jason was nobody. He had a clean slate and could be practically anyone he wanted and do whatever he wanted. And having his hot date punching people in Dick’s defense was a lot more manageable scandal than the possible others.
Still, it didn’t make Red Hood any less irritated that the Golden Boy wasn’t upfront with him about the situation and still proceeded to have his fun, but keeping a more attentive eye on Dick through the evening. The Golden Boy was adorably flustered when Jason did nice things for him like bringing him some food or drink or whisking him away from highly uncomfortable conversations playing the good boyfriend card harder than was strictly necessary. Other than those random moments Jason left Dick alone stating, despite Nightwing’s dismay, that he won’t interfere with Dick’s reconnecting with his peers and went to mingle and pretend to fish for a non existent information. Red Hood caught a few wistful glances Dick send his way, but did nothing about it. Let Dick stew in the reality of his own making.
Ever since their entrance they both gathered jealous looks from some people. Dick more than Jason and hell, if it didn’t make Red Hood preen. In the course of the evening, Jason got hit on five times already. He let himself flirt a little, but ultimately turned the suitors down. One of them, a pretty woman just left with a huff she couldn’t quite hide when Jason glanced to check on Dick and found him all tense and posed to retreat.
At first Dick was too nervous, so Jason stuck close to him, reminding him of his presence. As the evening progressed the acrobat relaxed more and more and Red Hood decided he would be fine on his own and increased the distance between them. But now a single man had Nightwing jumping into flight mode in an instant. So this was it then. Jason finished his drink in one gulp and made his way over. It was his time to shine.
Despite everything Dick was having a good time. There were a few bumps here and there, but he managed to get through them on his own or with Jason’s help. However all good things didn’t last, not in this company at least, so Dick was hardly surprised to hear a posh snotty voice – even snottier than Damian’s and that was saying something – slightly deeper than he remembered calling his name. With dread he turned around and his fears were confirmed as he came face to face with his high school nemesis – Nathan Canavan.
“It is you, Grayson,” Nathan sneered. “Still living off of Wayne’s money like the charity case you are, I see. You have to be really good for Wayne to keep you this long.” He eyed Dick up and down making the acrobat feel dirty just from that, “I can see the appeal.”
Dick contemplated just fleeing the scene, but a hand landed on his lower back rubbing soothing circles and a solid body plastered itself along his right side. Dick leaned against it gratefully, instantly feeling better and grinning inwardly in delight as Nathan’s eyes widened in fear.
Canavan was solidly build, he was Dick’s height but had more muscle mass than the acrobat, making him bigger and probably stronger. Clearly he was counting on that as he approached Grayson to do whatever he had planned. But Jason was still taller and bigger, especially when he puffed out his chest, making the seams of his shirt scream in protest as his muscles buffed out in already too tight clothes.
“Who’s your friend, Sweetheart?” Jason drawled, sneaking a possessive arm around Dick’s waist making him shiver.
“Jason,” Dick allowed a fraction of the smug grin appear on his face, “this is Nathan Canavan.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Red Hood stated pleasantly, extending his hand.
“Likewise,” Nathan replied faintly, paling as Jason put far more strength into the handshake that was considered polite accompanied by a warning glare.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Jason apologized, “but Dick expects a call in a minute, so we need to find someplace quiet.”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Canavan stammered hurriedly. “I was just leaving anyway, just came over to say ‘hi’.”
“Mhm,” Red Hood hummed and tugged Dick outside of the ball room, through the back entrance to the cool air outside.
Dick didn’t even know he was shaking until Jason leaned against the railing and pulled him flush against him, rubbing his hands along his spine, murmuring soothing nothings.
“Thank you,” the acrobat leaned back when he felt steady enough, but Jason kept him trapped, looping his arms around his waist loosely.
They looked each other in the eyes, the air around them suddenly charged with something.
“Jason?” Dick asked in confusion as he realized Red Hood’s face was getting closer to his own.
Hot mouth collided gently with his own, sending a shock of electricity through Dicks’ body. His lips parted automatically, but before Jason could take advantage of the invitation Dick pulled away abruptly, remembering.
Jason hummed questioningly.
Dick looked down, guilty and ashamed.
“I lied,” he confessed.
“I know,” Red Hood said, the corner of his mouth quirking up in amusement.
“There isn’t a case,” Dick continued.
“I know,” Jason repeated.
Dick didn’t register what he said, too determined to explain himself fully.
“I just wanted you to be my date. Not just today, but period.”
Jason smiled fondly and gently hooked a finger under other man’s chin to lift his head up. He leaned in closer.
“I know,” he stated and placed another kiss on those plush lips.
It took Dick a few seconds to pull back again this time.
“What?” he asked with wide blue eyes, shocked and yet hopeful.
“Can I kiss you?” Jason huffed out with an irritated breath.
“Y-yes,” Dick replied breathlessly. “But-”
“Good,” Jason purred, pulling Dick closer. “Kissing time now, shut up.”
Inspired by this post: http://dead-little-robin.tumblr.com/post/167097927024/im-sure-moaning-opens-a-lot-of-things-for-him
The training room under the Clock Tower was well equipped to prepare them for any and all situations they could find themselves in during their vigilante life. I had to be. It was the only explanation as to why Nightwing was hanging upside down from the ceiling with chains wrapped around his legs. Under him was a mat filled with razor sharp spikes pointed at him. And redhead beauty in a wheelchair was yelling at him as he strained to free himself.
The snickers of the three other occupants of the training room added to his humiliation. The bastards were sprawled on the other soft, spike-less mattress, laughing at his plight.
Why did he agreed to go through with the training despite the bizarre situation he found himself in? Oh, right. He had to be prepared for the next time Red Hood emerged and started to kill people. He couldn’t afford to laze around when there was a dangerous criminal to be stopped. And meeting future version of himself, Tim and a kid he didn’t know – yet – on the way to the Clock Tower wasn’t going to sway him into changing his plans.
So here he was now. Hanging from he ceiling above the deadly spikes. Barbara 'encouraging' him by playing a drill sergeant. And the future people laughing and eating popcorn, watching his struggles.
“You don’t have to yell,” Nightwing grunted with effort. He was bend upwards to reach the lock on the chains and trying to maneuver the lockpick into the lock. “I can hear you.”
“And moaning at me isn’t going to open that lock,” Barbara told him. “You think the Red Hood would let you go if you whined?”
“Yup!” Dick exclaimed cheerily, licking salt from his fingers.
“Totally,” Tim nodded along.
“Of course,” Damian agreed.
Nightwing let himself hang limply to stare at them in surprise. The lockpick slipped from his loose fingers and landed on the mat between spikes.
Barbara threw them an incredulous look.
“What?” she asked.
“What?” Dick defended, shrinking back a little. “He would!”
“It’s disgusting how the Red Hood would do anything Grayson asked,” Damian glared, crossing his arms. “Drake’s Clone is as bad.”
Dick and Tim grinned at each other and high-fived.
“It’s pathetic,” Damian continued. “The true men shouldn’t let themselves be wrapped around someone’s little finger like that. I will never...”
Damian’s voice was drowned in the noise of the ceiling being punched through. A pair of bare fists appeared for a second before withdrawing and punching a hole next to the ones already done. It repeated, lightning fast until a fairly large circle was created and it fallen to the floor with a dull thud. Through the hole floated in Superboy, followed closely by the Red Hood and small version of Superman.
“Jay!”, “Con!” Dick and Tim cried, abandoning their popcorn and throwing themselves at their partners.
“Tt,” Damian huffed as the mini-Superman flew at him with an excited “Robin!”
Red Hood looked around in boredom as he let Dick snuggle happily against him. Conner was fussing over smiling Tim. His little brother practically glowed at all of the received attention. The Demon Brat was glaring at the poor Supertoddler, whom tried to get close enough for a hug. Nightwing was hanging from the ceiling, staring with his mouth open in shock. Barbara looked like she was about get over her own shock and start yelling at them for the damage. Yep, time to go.
“Watch,” Dick hummed contently, nodding at the youngest duo.
The Red Hood directed his attention at the kids.
“Please?” Jon pouted, his large blue eyes widened pleadingly. “I was so worried.”
Damian glared harder. Mini-Superman’s eyes watered. Damian huffed out a breath in defeat.
“Alright,” he allowed. “Two seconds.”
Jon cried happily and wrapped his arms around Damian.
“We should go now,” the Red Hood stated. “Bats is waiting.”
“Alright.”
All of them excited the training room. The Red Hood and Dick used doors like normal human beings. Conner picked Tim up bridal style and carried him up through the hole. Mini-Superman with Damian left through the hole as well.
“Wait!” Barbara was heard shouting in the corridor, after them. “Who is going to fix my ceiling?!”
“Uh, guys?” Nightwing called to the empty room. “A little help here?”
