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[victoriautmorse]

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[optimisticrobin]

❛❛ you know , you’re really cute. ❜❜

Soft caring sentence compilation

Dick Grayson was a charmer. He was the ward of Billionaire Playboy Bruce Wayne and so he'd learned how to put on a smile and sweet talk from an early age. Being who he was, he was never short of attention, so flirting rarely fazed him.

How many of them would pay the same level of attention if he were back at the circus? If he wasn't heir to a substantial fortune.

Barbara was different though. He'd been smitten with her ever since he met her back when he'd been Robin, though at the time he never would have admitted it. He'd retreat to the Cave after a night on patrol and all Bruce and Alfred would hear about was how infuriating she was. They had just shared a look before Alfred had made a comment about him having a crush.

He'd always felt the need to impress her – still did.

So while he'd normally flash a smile and offer up a compliment of his own, he felt his cheeks heat up the slightest bit. He let out an awkward chuckle and brought his hand to the back of his neck.

"Yeah? I'm glad you think so 'cause I think you're cute too."

[acrobatick]

did you…just leave a love letter on the teacher’s desk? - teenage babies!

"I don't know what you're talking about." That's exactly why he drags her off to a nearby empty classroom. "It's a letter of appreciation, not a love letter." Clear difference!

[witchoflegends]

@bctglrl liked for a Lois starter

"Is this a mask visit or a police related visit?" Lois wasn't a huge fan of League and vigilante business coming into her home. It was where the capes were supposed to be hung up. Where she could have some sense of normalcy. "Either way, I think it can be left for tomorrow. When I'm in the office."

[fountainpenned]

@bctglrl simply scoops up robin in her arms and squishes his cheeks.

❛ unhand me. ❜ babs, you've made a potentially fatal mistake ⸺ you're not watching his arms. if you were, you'd see him reaching for a batarang. ❛ this is your last warning. ❜

[optimisticrobin]

@bctglrl liked for a starter.

Dick had made Bruce a promise once – a promise that he'd don the cape and cowl again in a heartbeat if he needed him to – but it wasn't like he liked being Batman. At least it was only a temporary arrangement. Bruce was alive and well this time around. Not that it made it any easier.

"You know the worst thing about being Batman? The cape. It was the first thing I ditched when I became Nightwing. It's totally throwing me off balance." As if to make his point, he adjusted the damn thing as he took a seat on the edge of the rooftop. "Do you know how many quips I've had to bite back today? Good ones, too. Because Batman doesn't make jokes."

[optimisticrobin]

[ CHASE ] 

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

Dick had never been a fan of galas. As a kid, they'd bored him but now they simply infuriated him. He hated having to play nice with all the rich sycophants – to pretend he was one of them. It was worse because Bruce wasn't there. It meant that everyone wanted to talk to him.

His night was made worse when he returned to Barbara, two glasses of punch in his hand, only to see some drunken moron hitting on her. He was closer than necessary, invading her space, and Dick felt jealousy (and the desire to punch him in the face) building up within him. Babs certainly didn't look like she was enjoying his company either.

He took a moment to gather himself before handing Barbara one of the glasses of punch and wrapping a loose arm around her shoulder in an attempt to make it clear who she was there with. He pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"I figure we can probably head off soon."

[optimisticrobin]

[JOLT] -  for receiver’s muse to jolt awake after a nightmare, possibly being held/talked to by sender’s muse.

Nightmares & Sleeping Meme

Nightmares were a common occurrence in the life of a vigilante and Dick Grayson was no different. It was the main reason he'd been reluctant to let Barbara stay over, but after a few nights without incident, he'd let his guard down. Of course that was when the nightmares decided to rear their ugly head again.

Dick never awoke screaming, but he would wake with a start, chest tight and breathing frantic. It had been a long time since he'd woken up in someone's arms though. The last time had been back when he was a kid, back before he'd grown too old and too stubborn for such comfort from Bruce.

It took several minutes, but eventually his breathing evened out and his body relaxed in her hold.

"Shit...I'm sorry for waking you Babs. I'm all good now. You should go back to sleep."