°•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
Word count: 6k (I was having too much fun)
A/n: YOU GUYS REALLY LIKED THIS FIC (^///^) OMG IM SO HAPPY I FOUND MY AUDIENCE. i just knew the mlb lovers would eat this one up. (i am mlb lovers.) thank you guys for all the love and support. Enjoy this new chapter!
Dividers by: @aanaws
Line dividers by: @hyuneskkami
Part 1 Part 3
Nightwing's arm grip at your waist as you hold onto him tightly. You definitely aren't used to swinging around without a suit.
"Close your eyes, it'll help if you're scared." He laughs and you shake your head.
"This is nothing. You doubt my love for heights!"
He smiles at that. He had no idea you were a risky person.
Once you two land, he places you down gently as you go to fix your hair. You look around to take in your surroundings and realize he had taken you to the same spot.
"Is this the setup you had planned for her?" You ask. You feel like he wouldn't want your pity. So, you ask only to seem like you had no idea.
"Yeah. I haven't found the chance to clean it up yet. Which I was going to do tonight. But.. yeah."
but he had hoped you'd come back. You felt like an asshole now. He didn't know that though and he brought you here so you could both cheer up. You'll ensure you guys do just that.
"Is that gang beasts?" You make your way over to the controllers that sat next to the box. "With chocolates and sour candy?"
Nightwing couldn't tell if you were teasing him or were enjoying this until you looked back with a shit eating grin and a controller in hand. "Sit your ass down. You're about to get demolished."
"It's a losing battle, Nightwing" You lean against the wall with the pillow behind your back.
"You must underestimate my dedication to winning." Nightwing's determination is solid and you can't help but giggle.
"If I did, I would have lost the past 6 rounds."
Then he lost. Again.
"You have to have some stronger character-"
And again.
"Let's do the boxing ring map, that one's a 100% guaranteed win-"
And again.
"Gotham's favorite vigilante 0, GCPD's underpaid detective 11." You laugh as he slumps his head into his hands in frustration.
"You had to have cheated. There's no way! I beat all my brothers in this game!" He exaggerated and you cross your arms proudly.
"I remain unbeatable. I'll accept my reward by cash or another stash of snacks."
"I don't remember talking about rewards." He scrunched his nose, acting oblivious.
"Do you want to go back to the gameplay recordings and watch yourself lose?"
"I gave you an easy win." He points with his controller.
"You gave me an ego boost and a winning streak." A smirk on your face as he sighs in defeat.
"Fine. Whatever." He pouts. Like. Actually, pouts. And you're doubling over in laughter.
"Hey! Don't laugh!" Nightwing watches as you fall over holding your stomach and something in him started bubbling. "I said don't!" But he doesn't know why he's suddenly laughing with you.
He never knew you laughed like this. So contagiously. All he got out of you was soft giggles this afternoon. He can't put a finger on why it felt so nice to hear it.
"Oh yeah." Your laughter dies down and you try to catch your breath. "Yeah.. that should've been recorded. Remind me to play more games with you." Nightwing scoffs at that, but it's more of a chuckle.
"I just might." He comments and you raise a brow at that.
"Not afraid?"
"For starters, I need to clear my name!" And you nearly topple over in laughter again before he continues. "But also because I didn't know how fun you are."
"I hardly ever give off the opposite." You wave the controller around like it's obvious.
"I beg to differ." He raises a finger, "You were scary when we first met."
Okay maybe you were. He had basically ruined your plan, which was to get kidnapped and hopefully take you right to the main source, before he jumped in to save you and you had to play it off by knocking down 3 men and just taking whatever information you could get out of them. You might have been a bit snappy after that towards him.
"That was under different circumstances. I also thought you were a bit.. intimidating." You say looking up as if you were recalling the moment.
"You didn't seem afraid?"
"I never said for how long. Two seconds in, you spoke and I was more worried about the men with skull masks than a man in a spandex suit and two zapping sticks on his back."
"This is not spandex." He deadpans.
"is too."
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"I changed that years ago!" He threw his arms up in frustration and you smirked.
"Oh yeah! Discowing! I remember that. What a shit show."
"Shit show!?" He turns to you like you said the most outrageous thing he's ever heard. And it throws you back into a giggling fit. It then hits him that you were teasing him.
He shakes his head embarrassed you managed to get him to fall for that, but he can't help it. He's smiling.
And once your giggles die down, you try to catch your breath.
"Cleared your mind?" He glances over with a nod.
"Yeah, you?" He replies with a smile.
And for a moment, you two appreciate the comforting presence of the other. Nightwing gazes at you as you stare off into the distance. A sense of familiarity overcomes him and he can't seem to find out what sparked it. But he was thankful. This was exactly what he needed. Who knew he'd find that with you.
And when your gaze lands on his, you feel safe. This was your best friend. You knew that. But something in you hoped you could've given him this comfort as his partner and not as someone he just met. Then.. you also love this. You didn't play video games with Nightwing on patrol. He's not this easily swayed by your remarks when you're his partner. It was like you had the chance to see him from a different perspective. But why would you want that?
And for the first time, you wish you could see through that mask. Just enough to catch a glimpse of the eyes that sit behind the white mesh. But you knew they were looking right back at you.
When a slight breeze blows by, you take the chance to look away and check the time.
"It's getting late, let's get you home"
You agree and start cleaning up the mess you two made.
"It's fine, I'm going to come back and pick this all up." He insists and you shake your head.
"You went out of your way to let me enjoy this with you. This is the least I can do." And with that you continue to pick up the leftover wrappers of candy.
Nightwing doesn't try to argue and goes to help you clean. He uses the blanket as a bag and wraps the pillows inside with the controllers. You stuff the wrappers in your pocket to throw out once you get back home.
"You sure you want to hold the bag?" He asks for the third time now.
"Nightwing. I promise you, you're underestimating my grip strength."
So, with that, he's taking you back to your apartment.
You notice the way the city is quieter now. Not because it was late, but because it was early. Gotham had a weird thing where the closer it is to morning, the lower the crime rate.
Nightwing, on the other hand, was thinking about you. For some reason, he held you tighter this time. Telling himself it's because you have things in your hands, and he wouldn't want the extra weight to be the reason he dropped you. But he knew it was more than that.
Once you two land on your balcony. A yawn breaks free and Nightwing chuckles. "Good night, though I doubt you'll be getting your eight hours." And he nearly smacks himself for the slipup.
"A shame. I cherish those hours dearly." You yawn again and make your way over to the door. He takes that as his cue to leave until you call his name.
"And next time you leave a note, put it in the 3rd window to the right in my office. There's a gap between the frame and the wall. That's also what your partner does." You shut the door after you and he's now alone.
He already misses you.
The next morning, you get to work bright and early. It's not like you had a full night's rest anyway. But then again, when do you ever?
You stop dead in your tracks when you see who's standing in front of your office door. Dick types away at his phone as he stands there. Waiting. You completely forgot about yesterday.
You completely forgot.
And for some reason...it comforts you. You had such a good time with Nightwing this was the last thing you could've been worried about last night. Kinda makes the whole situation lighter than before.
Dick must've sensed you there because he looks up and immediately catches your gaze. No choice but to walk over now.
"Officer Grayson, a bit early, don't you think?" Was that.. pettiness in your tone? You unlock the office and he follows you in.
"I thought I'd stop by and see if you needed any help. Though I forgot you start later than me." He played it off, and you set your things on your desk.
"Um. Thank you, but I'll be fine for today."
Dick knew you probably were mad at him this time. He may have thought you didn't like him before, but now he can definitely see the difference between your actual dislike.
He was supposed to apologize first. He needed to make sure you knew he didn't mean to hurt your feelings yesterday. But before he can say a word, his radio goes off.
"Dispatch, unit 47. Code four at Vineyard Alley. We need to start a detective call-out."
You sigh and push back your hair tiredly. "I literally just clocked in."
Dick raises his hand sheepishly and goes, “I’ll drive?”
That’s how you're now seated in the passenger seat beside Dick in a police car as he drives you to the scene.
Tension fills the car and you avoid saying anything cause you would rather not make a fool of yourself by being petty or stuttering cause you didn’t know how to talk to him after he flat out rejected you yesterday-
His long sigh comes from him. You blink at him like he’s a disturbance, confused on why he’s acting like he’s the one who got turned down. After a second he glances to see if you’re looking and when you are, he’s shuffling to fix his posture. He clears his throat, taking multiple glances around the street and checking his blind spots even though you’re at a red light.
“Grayson.”
“Yeah?” His head shoots your direction.
“The light is green.They’re honking at you.” And he’s stepping on the gas, nearly knocking you against the seat. You grip the side handle and turn to him with wide eyes, but keep your focus on the road because it doesn’t seem like his is.
Once he reaches the next red light, you try to inhale quietly. Kind of worried about why he was acting that way until he turned to you abruptly and apologized.
“I’m sorry.” He says it so quickly you barely miss it.
“Y-yeah, no, It’s- It’s fine. Just lighten up on the gas pedal-” hoping you could ease the tension because the steering wheel looked like it’d snap under his grip on it.
“No, I mean about yesterday.”
“Oh…oh!” You blank for a moment. Unsure on what to say. There’s a moment of silence before he’s rambling.
“I wasn’t in a good mood and I basically took it out on you, which isn’t fair to you at all- I just had to apologize cause I realized that you were only trying to help and I was being a total jerk- I didn’t realize it in the moment but you didn’t deserve that, and i felt like we were finally becoming friends and I really don’t want to ruin that, so I thought it’d be best to apologize as soon as possible but you seemed angry at me, so I was hoping I could get an apology out as I take you to the crime scene y’know?”
The amount of words he managed to throw in your direction within 30 seconds had you short-circuiting for a bit.
“Okay..” You start. Trying to find how to continue because you weren’t expecting an apology. “Yeah.. it’s fine.”
“Are you sure? Let me make it up to you? Coffee?” He keeps glancing between you and the road and you feel more anxious with every passing second.
“Sure.” You manage to say. He beams at that and continues to converse like you were the best of buddies. What a morning.
When you two arrive at the scene, it's worse than you expected. An entire laboratory of scientists killed in gruesome ways. A cop makes his way over to you and starts explaining the situation.
“Based on what we've gathered, these scientists tried to replicate the fear toxin. One wrong move and the toxin broke free. Unsure of how stable it was, it caused them to commit suicide on the spot. Some had harsher ways of escaping but no survivors inside of this lab.”
After the report you walk into the lab wearing a gas mask. They stated they aren't sure if there are any leftover traces so it's best to be cautious.
“We have an updated report from Red Robin.” You turn back to the door upon hearing that.
“Where? Why didn't you show me first?” Immediately walking back out from the lab. If he had got here before you that means there's more to this than what meets the eye.
Dick also overhears and walks over. “What's this about Red Robin?” He asks as you're already reading over the report. Your eyes widen with each sentence.
“Clear the area. The toxin is still in effect. Anyone who’s walked in that room needs immediate medical attention-” before you can finish, shots are fired and Dick pushes you down behind the cop car.
“Someone was contaminated,” pulling out your radio to alert the rest. “Maybe more than one. How many people went in there?”
The officer looks over at you as the gun shots go off behind the car. “There were two people before you. Anybody else who was in there wasn't from our unit.” Well, now you know what you'll be doing tonight during patrol.
“I'll disarm him, you two go figure out who else went in there.” You peek over the vehicle, assessing how you're going to take the gun out his hands but you're being pulled back down and face to face with Dick.
“No. You walked into that lab too. I'll handle this situation, go get yourself checked out.”
You've never seen him so stern before. It's the first time you've ever seen him act like this. Maybe this is how he was on the field. But he was right. You stepped into that room earlier, even with a mask you could still experience hallucinations or even go into psychosis.
All you can do is nod. He's still holding you down. His hand on your arm as if he's ready to protect you under any circumstance.
“Get her to an ambulance.” He tells the officer beside us. Dick doesn't wait another second and jumps into action.
You make your way over behind another vehicle as your coworker helps you get inside the car, and he calls over the radio to inform them what we‘ve figured out.
Once the men disarm the people affected, Dick is quick to look for you. He asks over the radio for someone to update him. So far no one has a clue where you are.
Then someone answers over the radio. It's you.
“All clear. Symptoms are a slight tremble.”
Back at the station, after hundreds of tests, you were finally allowed to go home for the night. The toxin barely had an effect on you. Which was great because you’ve updated Oracle and got home to get ready for patrol.
“Hey Wing.” You walk up to him at your usual meeting spot and he turns to you with a smile.
“Why hello. Oracle fill you in?”
You guys haven’t spoken since that night. As vigilantes of course.. But he seems perfectly fine, so you decide it’s best to just move on.
“Yeah, Red Robin couldn’t join?” You ask and he shakes his head.
“Was being petty and said he’d finish up his other work instead.”
“Just you and me then?” You raise a fist at him and he bumps it with his own.
“Against the world.”
By the end of the night, you guys managed to find some things until Nightwing offered to take it back to RR to take a look.
So, you go back home. Just like that. A simple night. Maybe things weren’t so bad after that day. Then again it’s been a long 4 days. And just when you thought you’ve had enough. You hear a thud on your balcony.
You drew the curtains hours ago. It’s 3 in the morning and you have no idea who stands on the other side. Being in Gotham, you’re going to assume the worst. It could be a trap. If you go next to the door, what if there’s a bomb planted? You grab your bat and crouch behind the sofa. What if it’s a break in? You stay silent to try to hear voices. Or it could be-
A knock. Two more follow. Then your name. And you’re pulling back the curtains-
“Nightwing?”
He stands stiffly, looking down at the bat in your hands then back at you with a wave. “Did I scare you?”
He was hoping you were expecting him. Given the fact that you had your lights on this late.
“You should be worried about how I was about to use this bat on you.” You point it at him accusingly. He laughs as you put it away and walk back inside. “Did you miss me already?
“Tremendously.” He places a hand over his chest like he’s in pain.”I was reminded of your marvelous self and made my way over to your residence in hopes that I could confirm your well-being.” You look at him from the kitchen with an eyebrow raised.
You didn’t expect him to come back so soon. He seemed in a lighter mood than earlier when you two were on patrol. You’re curious as to why he came to visit.
“And do enlighten me, what is it you heard?” You mimic his small talk as he walks into your living room.
“Some toxin nearly getting to you. How are you holding up?” He crosses his arms with a nod towards you and you hum.
“I’m fine. A short case of some jitters but nothing serious.” You say over your shoulder while pouring something into a cup.
“Are you sure? Fear toxin is a lot more dangerous than you think. The smallest amount-”
“I’m sure. Thank you for asking but I had multiple tests and I barely was affected by it.” You could not handle any more worries. You had to reassure the whole office this evening.
He was excited to see you actually. He did want to check up on you but also, he couldn’t wait to be around you again.
He notices the way you're busy in the kitchen and his eyes wander around your apartment. The more he focused on the small details, the more the place reflected you.
“You’re a fan of movies?” He asks and when you step out the kitchen, you're holding two cups of something.
“Hot coco?” You ask instead and Nightwing has to decline.
“Thanks, not a big fan.” He puts a hand up and you can immediately see through his lies.
“It’s not poisoned. I promise.” You knew that’s what he’d be worried about and you can’t blame him.
“I wasn’t-” You take a sip out of the cup and show it to him.
“You were. I don’t blame you, you’re a vigilante. It’s only fair that you’re cautious of everything.” With that, he looks down at the cup and takes it from your hand.
“Yeah, I lied. I’m a big fan.” You chuckle at him and take a sip from your own cup.
“To answer your question, yes. I love movies.” Walking towards the shelves you have organized beside your tv, you gesture to the stacked DVDs and rows of consoles. “And the games. If you’re still in denial that I beat you.” You say much lower than your first sentence as you take another sip.
“At this point, you’re bullying me.” He frowns and you shrug with a smirk.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He goes to say more but spots a small frame on the shelves with a young girl in mid air during a gymnastics tournament. “Is that you?’ he asks.
“Oh, yeah! My parents were really big fans of acrobatics. They hoped I'd go down that path but it wasn’t my thing.” You tilt your head at the frame with another shrug.
“Skydiving too?” And you notice his attention is now on the other frame beside it.
“You’d be surprised how many times I went back.”
“You’re always chasing an adrenaline rush, huh?” He looks over you as he takes a slow sip of his drink.
“That's why I decided to not move.” And he notices the way your gaze softens at the photos.
“Do you regret it?” He finds himself asking.
“No.” Turning towards him. “Not at all actually. Even though my life fell apart the second I stepped into this damned city, I can’t seem to leave it.”
“Sounds about right.” And you raise a brow at that.
“And you? I’ve seen those flips you love to show off.” He smirks proudly like some kid being praised.
“I was quite the acrobat myself.” And you can’t help but slightly laugh at his cheeky grin. “I was!”
You knew that better than anyone. You and him have already had talks about your pasts. Even though they were described vaguely.
Then with every small comment, you sparked up new conversations. Time passes and you barely notice how long you've been hanging out. Once the sun is nearly rising and you have to get ready for work, that is when you finally realize you've been here for too long.
“Shit, the sun is rising. I have work.” You grumble under your breath and he takes a double glance at the window.
Had he seriously sat here all night with you? He has work and still has to get home and change.
“Do you want coffee before you go?” You ask and he's still processing how he lost track of time. “Nightwing?”
“Yeah, I’ll have some, thanks. You’re not worried about losing sleep?” He gets up from the couch and you shrug.
“Not that big of a deal. I’ve pulled all nighters before.”
He leaves after. But that wasn’t the last time. Because he’s back over the day after. You managed to sneak a nap in at work then one right before your patrol. This time he stays for an hour. Worried you need to rest.
Then comes the next day. He’s over with a story of his patrol. You were there, but it was nice hearing him retell it in his own way.
And the day after that.
“Nightwing.. What’s that?” You point at the soft bundle of fur that tucks itself in his arms.
“Isn’t it the cutest?”
And that’s how you ended up with a kitten.
Two weeks go by and she’s a hazard.
“Tikki. Down. Dow- No! Stop it!” You shout as she jumps onto the curtains from your dresser and claws her nails into the fabric.
“Tikki!” You yell as you go to grab her off of the covers.
That night you forced Nightwing to help you cut her nails. Which he was surprisingly good at. Claiming he helps his brother cut his pet's nails. Cute.
Then he's over every night after patrol. You don't really stop him either. Even nights when you're tired, he brings snacks and keeps his stay short. He even helped you restock the hot chocolate. Which he always came by to drink. Every night, a cup is waiting for him on the balcony.
Your relationship as vigilantes continues well. You're nothing more than friends. His nicknames for you on the other hand, shifted to civilian you. On the field, his small remarks of affection had died down, his teasing on the other hand remains the same.
But when he's over at your apartment..
“Okay, sugarplum. We got two new flavors, white chocolate and mint.” He holds the two packets up and you hum in deep thought.
“Which one had an emptier stock at the store?” You go to grab the warm milk from the microwave.
“The mint.” He holds it up.
“Weird.. Mint it is.”
As winter rolls around, you're now wrapped in a superman themed blanket, Tikki between you and Nightwing as you go over which movie to watch.
“Please.”
“We literally just saw that movie last week.” He counters and you roll your eyes.
“What do you wanna see then?” Tossing the remote at him.
“Lady and the Tramp.”
“...Fine, only because I love that one too.”
That night, you barely make it halfway through the movie. You missed some well needed sleep these past few days due to some work you procrastinated on.
Nightwing on the other hand, too invested in the movie, barely notices your resting frame pressing against his side. It wasn't until the movie ended that he grasps the position you two were in.
Tikki sat between you two, her soft purrs filling the silence that carries within the apartment.
In that moment, Nightwing smiles.
He wasn't expecting this. Whatever this is. He hasn't felt this comfort in.. a while. The type that feels nostalgic and warm, like home. Sure he has that back at the manor, but barely. It's rare for all his siblings to be in the same room or to have those quiet moments that speak for themselves.
But with you? He found it instantly. The second he walks into your living room every night, he's already looking forward to it again.
Was it the hot chocolate? Or the movies?
No. No, it was definitely you.
He thought he was coming back because you two were able to connect from being rejected. Now, he's coming back because he can't get enough.
He wasn't fighting crime when he was with you. He wasn't solving mysteries that gave him migraines the next morning with you.
He was just here to be himself. For you.
So, he smiles. He doesn't want to disturb you. He does on the other hand need to get home. But as he tries to detach from you and Tikki, she stirs causing him to halt.
He hears you groan and shift slightly as he still tries to break free before you grumble something under your breath.
“It's late, you should get some rest-” He whispers.
“Stay.”
He doesn't even give it a second thought and sits his ass right back down. All he needed was an excuse. “Alright.”
And when you wake up to the sound of your alarm, you're scrambling to shut it off and rise from the couch. Tikki glances at you from the other end, curled up against a pillow.
You spot a coffee on the table and a note sitting beside the TV remote.
You chuckle tiredly. Of course he woke up and left before you. You force yourself off the couch and check the time.
I fed Tikki and made some coffee for myself. Thought I’d make you a cup cause I was feeling generous.
If it's cold, that's on you.
-NW xoxo ;p
You run a nice hot shower and get yourself ready for the day.
“Grayson, no.” Your eyes go wide in realization.
“Grayson, yes.” He grins and slaps a file onto your desk. All smug. “You owe me a coffee.”
“What!? It had to be suspect 3!” You snatch the file off your desk and laugh in disbelief upon opening it.
“Confirmed by Batman himself.” He crosses his arms. “At this point, I'm doing your job for you, detective.”
You shut the file abruptly and glare at him. “We both know you don't even have half the qualifications for this job to get near my level.”
“You are terribly wrong. See? Already failing at the whole knowing stuff.” He gestures to you like it's palpable.
“I will order you a cold black coffee.” And he's quick to shut his hand and mouth.
“No, you can't do that. They have pumpkin spice with extra cinnamon today.” He sounds offended and you are now replicating that smug smirk he had on earlier.
“That's what I thought.”
You and Dick have also been doing great. After he apologized, you two managed to find equal footing and became good friends. Though coffee runs were now a competition.
After work, you go for coffee at the cafe across the street. Playing around with their new flavors every week. It was nice and something to look forward to.
And looking back now? You can only see Dick as a friend.
Because your mind was now occupied with someone else.
“Now that's petty.” He shakes his head as you show him the texts between you and the lieutenant. “He was definitely being petty.”
“I have the right to be petty back then!”
“I'll tell you what, I'll throw in a good word but it comes with a cost.” He takes a dramatic sip of his latte followed by a smack of his lips.
“Grayson, he likes me more than you.”
“He's weird! I swear he only does that because you're a woman.” He explains like he knows that but can't prove it.
“I was planning on just working overtime tonight or finishing up extra paperwork in my free time to get him off my back.” You wave your hand, not really giving the situation too much effort.
“Want some help?” He asks without missing a beat and you have to refuse.
“No, you help enough, Grayson. I appreciate it, but I'd be taking advantage of you.”
“Well, I let you.”
And you blink at him for a second. He does let you. But you feel bad by the end of it.
“Thank you, but I'll just take the work home and finish it tonight.” You would love the help but he's been helping you constantly whenever he's free and at this point the only way you've paid him back for his kindness was his extremely sweet pumpkin spice lattes.
You two go your separate ways, he heads home and you make your way back to your office to retrieve all the paperwork you need to work on tonight.
Dick gets home and he's quick to suit up and make his way out into the dark streets of Gotham.
He may have gotten a little carried away and made it to your place before you did. He wasn't expecting you to be so late. Maybe you ended up staying in the office.
But once gunshots fired 3 blocks away, he knew.
Nightwing is immediately making his way over to the sound of screams and bullets. Once he drops down into an alleyway to stop the fight, he notices only one guy standing, holding his face in pain and a pistol shaking in his hands.
“S-she wasn't lying!” He yelps and before he can turn to run away a heel kicks him square in the face, colliding his skull with the wall.
“Fuck you.” You spit at him grabbing your things off the ground.
“Princess?”
“Look who decided to drop in.” You smirk and Nightwing's gaze immediately catches the blood running down your lips.
A tight tug at his chest has him reaching out for you.
“Are you okay?” He asks, making his way over to you in swift strides. “Did they hurt you?” His face scrunches in worry as he looks over you. Unsure of where else you could be hurt, he's afraid to grab you.
You're caught off guard. The way his concern was so sudden had you stunned. You've never seen him this worried.
“I'm okay. I'm fine. They were just some low life thugs. I had it handled.” Hoping to light up the mood since this was unexpected for you.
He looks around at the men that littered the floor now. All unconscious or doubled over in pain.
Once he realizes they all are unarmed, because you were able to disarm them, he's immediately checking over you again.
This time he looks over face.
His gloved hands, which are warmer than you thought would be, cradle your face. Careful but electric.
“Nightwing?” You ask because something is bubbling in your chest and it's not from the nasty kick you took to your ribs.
He activates his comms. Letting Oracle know of the thugs and to send the police over. Once she copies, he's deactivating them again.
Next thing you know is he's pulling you closer, shooting his grappling hook up towards the roofs and you're landing on your balcony in no time.
You did everything in your power to not wince when he gripped at your waist. Once you land, you sense some sort of tension in the atmosphere. It mainly comes from him.
“Blue Bird, you alright?” You try to laugh it off but he seems.. serious.
“Are you sure you're okay? Have you looked at yourself?” He asks again and your brows furrow at that.
“I'm fine.” Confused, you open the door and step inside your apartment.
“You just beat the shit out of 4 armed men because they were thugs! You don't even have a jacket on and it's below 50 outside right now!” He's following right after you as Tikki rubs up against your legs.
You spot yourself in the mirror, noticing the small cut on your lip and grime that came from the hits you took.
You turn back to Nightwing and reassure him you're okay. Unsure on what to say right now because you’ve never seen him act this way.
“You can't do that. You have to be careful.”
Something from those words poke at you uncomfortably and your shield is up.
“I'm a cop, Nightwing. I may be a detective but I can still enforce the law. Those thugs were just done robbing the shop across the street.” You threw your arm out, gesturing to the outside.
“They were armed with guns! You could've been shot!”
“But I wasn’t! I can handle myself.”
“And you got punched in the face at least twice!”
You don't know why you two were suddenly raising your voices.
“What is up with you!? I took them down before they could actually open fire on people!”
He has no problem letting you do this when you're a vigilante. Why was he so focused on it now?
“Damn it,” he mutters your name under his breath. “I know that. It's impressive and I'm really happy you're safe.” He's explaining now,
“But what if you weren't?”
And the way his voice shrinks in dread has you pulling back your defenses.
“I.. I’m fine, I know how to handle these things.” You want to try to reassure him now. Maybe he was worried. You've been in that situation before. You can't blame him.
“My heart dropped when I realized you weren't home and I heard the shots.” His head drops as he shoves a hand in his hair.
“I care about you.” He mumbles followed by your name.
You're not standing too far from him and without a second thought, you wrap your arms around him. Embracing him in a way of stability.
Nightwing didn't miss a beat, immediately embracing you and releasing a soft sigh.
“Thank you. For worrying. And I'm sorry I made you worry.” And you feel the way he holds you tighter at that. “I won't apologize for what I did. You know I would do it again if I had to.”
Unfortunately, you wanted to explain to him why. To explain that this was your duty every night. And because you were late, you feared the idea of someone getting hurt from your carelessness. So you did what you could do on your way home.
But it wasn't the best idea to do that in your work clothes.
“I'm sorry. I got worried and took it out on you.”
Nightwing lightly breaks the hug and brings his hands up to cradle your face, running a thumb over the cut on your lips.
Your body tenses at that. The hairs on your arms rise and you glance down at his hands.
Then his mouth.
And you're nearly melting in his hold when his head slightly lifts as if to meet your eyes.
The lights haven't been turned on but the fluorescent glow of the moon was enough to highlight the harsh line between his brows. His mask reflects the glow. The eyes that lay hidden beneath it shadow under this darkness.
His skin is radiant.. and his lips. Those lips. Was there really a moment where you rejected him?
She was a fool.
You could kiss him right now.
“Can't believe you let them get a hit.” He taunts and then you push him away with a roll of your eyes.
“He got lucky.” You snort as you make your way through the apartment to turn on the lights.
Was it hot? You felt like you were suffocating. Maybe it was the outfit.
“Tell me, what sick ass punch line did you say before beating the shit out of them?” He crossed his arms, leaning his hips against the couch.
“I could have just dropped in menacingly and taken them out without a word.” You glance up at him as you put your stuff down and the tension in the room thickens.
His grin is big. Like he's just won some huge prize. “Please. You had to have said something to them. They looked like they regretted the whole thing right after.”
You tug your cardigan off. Suddenly very timid. Your shoes are now uncomfortable too, so you take them off.
“Blue bird. I gave them a taste of my fist an-and they got the hint.” With that you look away, continuing to take off your shoes.
Did you just stutter?
Nightwing takes slow steps towards you, and it feels like an invisible cushion is closing in on you. The atmosphere is getting tighter and you don't like it. It feels oddly familiar in a way you can't describe.
“Did you threaten them? I got there and that blond guy was crying about your brutal honesty."
You laugh at that. But it comes out strained. Forced.
Like you were nervous-
And the feeling hits you all too well. The sweating palms, the delaying basic comprehension to process jokes making your laughs stiff.
You haven’t felt this way since you spoke to Dick while having a huge crush on him.
And you pause within that moment automatically. Your head snaps up as you drop your shoe. Dick is watching you silently, waiting for an answer.
But you now understood the meaning behind that cocky grin he can't drop now.
He knew he got you flustered. He knew you were nervous around him and he's teasing you for it.
And a spark comes to life.
“I'm straight forward.. I didn’t say much.”
Your sentences are low and you mimic the slow strides he took towards you a second ago.
He doesn't crack. He continues, “You can be mean. Enough to make a grown man get the chills.”
He doesn't expect it. The sudden confidence that overtook you..
Where was this going?
He eyes the way your stare is burning into him, the way you're batting your lashes and.. you've got him.
He should say something.
Something snarky. Maybe witty.
He can't think because you're getting closer and he's blanking.
So close that he could-
“My actions just..” And the way your stare falls to his lips, “speak louder than words.” He's dumbfounded.
And when you look back up, eyeing his mask. You smile softly and turn away.
“So, hot chocol-?”
Before you can finish your sentence, his arm grabs at your waist spinning you abruptly.
All at once, his hand hooks itself against your jaw, lifting your face. The other is making its way up your back, pushing you against his chest.
The nerves run through your body as if you were struck by lightning.
He's centimeters away. Daring to graze your nose against his.
“Prove it.”
And you're pulling him in. Your fingers tangling in that hair that you couldn’t believe felt this soft.
Then you're kissing him. You're kissing the lips you had just been day dreaming about a moment ago. And he's devouring it.
Your lips collide in a frantic flood of emotion. Pushing and pulling, back and forth and he's not letting go. Neither are you.
The rush of adrenaline courses through you and you're falling back, pulling him towards you as you press your back against the wall.
Nightwing can't dare to let go. He's inhaling sharply, lips still attached to yours, in hopes to catch some air after you knocked the wind out of him. But he wasn't complaining.
He felt the way your nails scraped against his scalp makes his lips part to your satisfaction. Now able to slip your tongue past his lips, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.
Any other thought in your mind ceases to exist at this moment. Evaporating into the back of your mind, to return after you've consumed every last drop of this.
As he occupies his hands at your waist, holding you firmly-
You wince.
He breaks away immediately. Breathless. “Are you hurt?”
“It’s nothing-” But he’s already pulling back examining your side. “Nightwing, I’m fine-”
“No, I knew it. You were stiff earlier. Did you get hit in the ribs?”
And now you’re both on the couch as he wraps your torso. A comfortable silence fills the air as he carefully tapes the bandage.
“Don’t overwork yourself. If it’s as mild as you say, you should be fine by the end of the week.” Putting the things back in the first aid kit, he turns to you with a sigh. “Please be careful next time.”
“I will. I told you this is nothing and you have patrol. You’re wasting your time.” You pull down your sweater and he shakes his head.
“I’m sure my partner has me covered.” She does not actually because said partner was sitting right in front of him.
“Yeah, but I'm sure there’s other people who need you right now.” Because you were both here and Oracle must be losing her mind.
Your phone rings on the table and you go to pick it up. Speak of the devil.
“Hey Barb. Kinda busy. Can I call you back?” She was going to give you hell for this.
“Of course. I’m just checking up. Get back to me when you can.” Meaning, ‘I can see your trackers at your apartment and both of your comms are off. Get your asses up before I lose it.’
Once you hang up, Nightwing seems to realize Oracle could be waiting for him. You both knew Barbara was Oracle, of course. It was more of an accident on your end. Though you and Nightwing never learned each other's identities. Even when Barb would recommend it.
“I’ll be back later. If you go to bed, lock your balcony door so I know you're asleep.” He rises from the couch and you follow after quickly.
Were you two going to talk about what happened?
“Yeah, I got it. Um.. I’ll see you then.” Trying to keep your talk short because you're late for patrol and in big trouble right now.
As Nightwing walks to the balcony, he stops right before the door and turns back to you. You perk up, expecting him to say something but he leans forward and places a soft peck against your lips.
“See you then.” Then he’s gone.
And Barbara is calling again.
“Hey Barbs..”
“What the fuck is going on?”
Part 3 a/n: THEY FINALLY KISSED GUYS. if you thought that took look, IMAGINE HOW I FELT WRITING IT, i was ready to cut scenes out to get it in quicker but then realized the buildup was needed. sighhh. but i hope you all enjoyed. Next chapter will be fan-fucking-tastic.
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