#dc fluff

[nauticalnocturnal]

Online safety fiend!Tim drake who starts crying at the idea of even mentioning his full name "timothy" online and is the number one online safety crybaby vs you, his boyfriend who casually doxxes himself and TMIs too much on public forums <3

[nonchalantsigmabadboy900]

✦︎Dick Grayson x Reader (part ii.)

You Are Mine.

Younger! Experienced Nightwing! x Older! Inexperienced! Reader part (i) Are you mine?

Overview: Having posted two uncanny stories on his social media, Dick Grayson can't figure out why you're troubled and drifting away. Can he get you back, or is it far too late to create boundaries between old lovers and new ones? Reason for delay: I got gangstalked for months, then I got stalked again by 1 person. Also I got into a vehicular accident thrice. Someone's pipe blew up and my place was filled to the brim with water. I got stranded in a forest for over 10 hrs. Hypertension and palpitations from too much coffee. I fell and my forehead lowk ripped apart. Also a part of my tongue got cut but it was a teeny part so ts chill although i couldnt speak for a few days after that+bloodloss. Why are people trying to steal my property like i invested first leave me alone you never had a vision about how a place like this would end up. A tree fell on the back of my neck while I was walking and a bird shat on me the next second. I burned my entire hand with a clothing iron. No joke someone tried kidnapping me and they almost did but my survival instincts aren't as low as an avid tik tok darkbooktok enthusiast so now I'm here. I forgot what else happened shiii. Hope you enjoy.

The morning after the party, Dick woke up with a throbbing skull. Still at one of his friends' houses- Wally, right, a deadly hangover, and 4 missed calls. Not a single one after the story was posted, the story he was unaware of. The screen glare hit Dick, causing him to squint his eyes and botchily tap the phone. '8:32 am.' He wanted to call you, truly did. Either he could go back to the Manor and get himself sober, or call you right now, with slurred words and a disordered head. Dick chose the former. Stumbling through Wayne Manor's halls, Dick crashed into bed with an unimpressed huff from Damian. Groaning, he tried to call you. 'Outgoing call 9:03 am.' 'Outgoing call 9:03 am.' 'Outgoing call 9:05 am.' You didn't pick up. Saturday right? You weren't supposed to be at work... Should he message? Yeah. Yeah, he'll message.

↳he pl srespond ↳hi wyd ↳sorry cldn't pick up yor clls

What the fuck. Eyes narrowed, you looked at your phone, trying to decode whatever his half-drunk hands texted you. Absolutely flabbergasted. Even that was not up to par with your reaction. To be honest, what were you even supposed to reply to a series of texts that started with concern for you and ended with concern for Dick? Shaking your head and giving him the benefit of the doubt, you assumed he was still a little tipsy, under the influence of the absurd foolery. And Dick wants to text you now? After he was posted in such a story? After he missed your calls? After you sat in bed, bleary-eyed, looking at something which would haunt you? Now? Leaving him on read, you couldn't bear seeing his messages. Is he actually uninformed of last night's stunt he pulled? A weary sigh left your lips as you mulled over this bizarre position. Tough situation. Your mother raised you better. Despite whatever she had said to you, there was one thing you swore to for life. 'Don't ruin yourself over a man, [Name], okay?' Yeah. Yeah okay. That's okay. The phone blinked in the dark, the ping going off every minute you didn't respond- a siren's call. Dick can deal with the reciprocated silence himself. But for Nightwing, it didn't calm his nerves when he saw that you had read his messages. Worsening in spirit every hour, he headed to your place. Nothing. Then to your office. Nothing. Then, to the rooftop where you guys often met up. Nothing, again. Ridden with anxiety, Dick decided to check the CCTV footage in all of Gotham. You were off the radar. Nowhere to be seen. Not a shadow. Not a pixel. Not a hope. A dreaded feeling clawed at Dick's throat, chest felt trekked upon. He couldn't even ask anyone for assistance; he had hidden your relationship for so long, so well. Why were you hiding with it? For the next whole week, you decided to keep to yourself. And poor Grayson just couldn't get worse. Bruce noticed, but didn't say anything. Damian noticed next, but he did say something to irk the boy wonder. Jason and Tim just threw jabs at Dick, hoping he'd spew out whatever was holding him back these days. Steph and Cass gently tried to pry him open up.

But no. These weren't his typical heartbreak junctures. This was real. Terrifyingly real.

He'd just curl up in his bed each night, crying to himself while he called you once more, hoping for it to get through. You had frightened Dick. Scared him. Where were you?

You weren't very far off. Somewhere close, but enough to stay out of sight. Staying over at one of your friends' places for a while, you needed to sort out your feelings. The discussion went on for a few days, your friend helping you express yourself. Around a week later, you decided staying in the shadows wouldn't help, especially not when you dearly missed Dick. But just look at the story- it gives off such a wrong image... anyone would think so. Your boyfriend sitting between his two exes, hands around each's waist, sultry grin and all, with a caption as 'my two faves "heart emoji"'. Heart emoji for your exes? Yeah, right.

It's either confrontation or nothing. Returning back home, the first thing you did was call Dick. Clammy hands running through your hair, knee bouncing, you waited impatiently. The other end picks up. "[N-Name]...?" "Hello...Richard." You exhaled shakily, anxious. But Dick completely broke down, pathetically. "Oh my god, where were you? Y-You didn't even pick up my calls, are you alright?" You could hear the panic, the tension, and it hurt you to hear him after so long in this state. "I'm fine, really. Uh..." Pursing your lips, you decide to push past his rambling. "It's childish, I'm aware. I'm sorry but the story you put up that evening, it's conflicting-" "What story?" His voice comes through. What the hell does he mean by 'what story?' "Richard, the story you posted a week back. With Wally and Kory." And he immediately opens his archives and looks at the story posted by him. Properly. Oh fuck. This looks...bad. Real bad. "[Name] I swear this isn't what it looks like- we're just hanging out and- y'know...There's nothing going on. Please, please believe me. I-I'll even call them to clear any misunderstanding." "Richard, I know. But I mean- I wouldn't really have two of my ex-lovers to almost me sitting on my lap when I'm in a committed relationship." "I know...it looks so messed up. I'm sorry, I never pushed them off I just thought-" "You honestly could've thought better, Grayson." "Please don't call me that..." Dick mutters, head in his hands. All you could do was sigh. You knew he wouldn't cheat, at least from the way he's been with you. And he needs to be clear with his boundaries. Plus, you really, really don't want to let the love of your life go. Not when it's an honest mistake. "[Name], I'm really sorry. I'll do anything, anything to make up. Anything you want, just- please let me fix this. I can't lose you." Pondering for a good minute, you hummed. "This is the only chance you get. I know it's a mistake, I won't hold you to it. Regardless, I won't want to jump right back in until we have a talk and clear boundaries." "Yes- Yeah. Sure. Take all the time you need. I'm sorry, again. I wont let this happen again. Just stay with me...And when can I see you?" "Now." "Now? I mean- I don't mind." Grabbing his keys and rushing downstairs, heightened heartbeat, Dick answered. "We could totally talk now, uh, yeah." A soft smile made its way to your lips. "That's great then, I'll see you soon. Bye." "I'll be there, promise. I...I missed you a lot. So much." Dick exhaled, rushing out the Manor with this car. God, he truly did miss you. And he'd do anything to fix this. He can't see himself with anyone except you. Laughing, you spoke back fondly. "I've missed you a lot too, Richard. Don't keep me waiting."

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[luvlypresley]

life with jay <3

‣ jason is the type to act annoyed when you steal his hoodies, but secretly loves seeing you wear them. every single time he catches you walking around in one of his oversized sweatshirts, he'll roll his eyes and tell you that you have your own clothes. the thing is, he never actually asks for them back. in fact, he'll intentionally leave his favorite hoodies draped over chairs or hanging by the door because he knows you'll take them. if you ever return one, he'll probably stare at it for a second and ask why you aren't wearing it anymore. ‣ he leaves his books everywhere. you swear he owns multiple bookshelves, but somehow every surface in the apartment ends up covered in novels. there'll be one on the kitchen counter, three on the coffee table, and another balanced on the arm of the couch. sometimes you'll pick one up to move it and find little sticky notes that have scribbled writing fall out of them. jason claims he's organized because he "knows where everything is," but you'll never understand how he manages to locate a specific book among the chaos. ‣ grocery shopping with him is dangerous. you'll enter the store with a perfectly reasonable shopping list and leave wondering how the bill doubled. jason somehow sneaks random snacks into the cart whenever you're distracted. you'll be comparing pasta brands, then look down and discover three different types of cookies and enough cereal to survive an apocalypse. the worst part is that he always acts innocent when you call him out, even though he's absolutely guilty.

‣ he loves cooking for you. jason genuinely enjoys being in the kitchen, especially when he's making something he knows you'll love. if you've had a bad day, he'll quietly start cooking before you even have a chance to complain about it. the apartment fills with the smell of your favorite meal, and suddenly the day feels a little less awful. he'll act like it's no big deal, but he pays attention to every little thing you like and remembers it. ‣ movie nights are mandatory. jason will complain endlessly if you choose a romantic movie, claiming they're all predictable. then he'll proceed to watch the entire thing while providing commentary on every scene. he gets weirdly invested in side characters and starts making predictions about the plot halfway through. if he's right, he'll spend the rest of the night bragging about it. if he's wrong, he'll insist the writers changed the ending just to spite him. ‣ jason pretends he doesn't like cuddling. if anyone asked him, he'd probably deny being affectionate at all. yet somehow every movie night ends with him stretched across half your body. he'll start by sitting on the opposite side of the couch, then gradually move closer until you're practically trapped beneath him. once he's comfortable, he's not moving for anything. at that point, you've basically become his personal pillow. ‣ he remembers tiny details about you. jason notices things most people overlook and stores them away without saying anything. he remembers your coffee order, your favorite candy, and which songs you always replay in the car. weeks later, he'll casually show up with your favorite drink and act like it's nothing special. meanwhile, you're standing there wondering how he remembered something you mentioned once three months ago. he'll never admit how much attention he pays to you. ‣ arguments never last long. jason can absolutely be stubborn when he's upset. he'll cross his arms, glare at the wall, and insist he's fine when he's clearly not. but no matter how irritated he is, he hates sleeping while things are unresolved between you. eventually he'll wander into the room and sit beside you in silence for a minute before quietly asking, "you still mad?" ‣ the apartment is filled with little signs of him caring. your phone charger mysteriously gets replaced before you even realize the old one is broken. your favorite snacks somehow appear in the pantry whenever you run out. the blanket you always steal is folded neatly on the couch after he notices you left it somewhere else. jason isn't always great at expressing his feelings out loud, so he shows them through actions instead. the apartment becomes full of tiny reminders that he's always thinking about you. ‣ he absolutely loves when you read while he's reading. some of his favorite moments are the quiet ones where neither of you says much. you'll be curled up together on the couch, each lost in your own book for hours. every once in a while he'll read a line he likes and slide the book over for you to see. there's no pressure to fill the silence because being together is enough. to jason, those peaceful moments feel just as meaningful as any big romantic gesture.

acts of service is this cutie's love language

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[nauticalnocturnal]

So I've been thinking..imagine—you're at home, finally being able to catch a night of peace after nonstop patrolling, minding your business and going about the rest of your night, only for dick to call you on your burner phone.

Your emergency phone.

Its unrelated from any of your civilian records. It's totally off the grid, and it's only ever been used and would be used in emergencies.

"Dick?" You pick up, barking down the line, no answer. shit. What happened to him? Is he okay? Alive?! "Dick?! Love?! Love can you hear me?!" Youre yelling down the phone now, your body's already tense, you eye your vigilante-wear, your gadgets, all scattered on the worn couch..your boots are in the corner near the door—if you stop fastening at the 3rd buckle it'll still fit and not fall, you could get to him faster.. and you dont need all those gadgets, just the essentials, alright.. youre sure you restocked on gauze in your medkit so that's fine, but what about your stun gun? Your mind runs a million miles per hour, how would you even find hi—

Is...is that jason and Roy's laughter on the other end of the line?

A groan, then a sob.

"Hotsh...shhhhot....j-jason c-cuh..called me a 'prrrrrick dick'....."

Hes drunk.

You stand there, utterly baffled. "..dick? You're.. okay..?"

"Nnnnno!!! He..he.." the crying continues, his words are incoherent and slurred. "Th...that's soooooooo meannnnnnnnnnnn....!!!"

Your heart beats once more, and you feel your body slowly ease. You smile, and laugh a little. "Did he?"

You wonder how you became his boyfriend in the first place.

[luvlypresley]

one more take

"you messed it up."

"i did not mess it up."

"dickkkk!!"

if there was one thing dick grayson loved more than making you laugh, it was making you laugh on camera.

it had started innocently enough. one tiktok dance. one trend he'd insisted would only take five minutes. somehow, nearly an hour later, the two of you were still standing in the middle of your apartment kitchen with a phone propped against a cereal box and absolutely nothing to show for it.

you had seven failed recordings.

seven.

every single one ruined by dick.

the latest ended with him doing a backflip across the living room.

a backflip.

you stared at him in disbelief while he reviewed the footage, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"you know," he said, biting back a grin, "i think that one had potential."

you folded your arms across your chest. "you literally abandoned the choreography halfway through."

"one more take," dick said.

"you've said that six times."

"and this time i mean it."

"you said that last time."

"this time i really mean it."

you pointed toward the phone, "you backflipped over the coffee table."

"it was artistic."

"it was dangerous."

"it got your attention."

you stared at him.

dick wasn't interested in making a perfect tiktok.

dick was interested in making you laugh.

unfortunately, it worked every time.

by the time he convinced you to try again, your cheeks already hurt from smiling. the music started, and for the first few seconds things actually seemed promising. the two of you moved in sync, matching each step perfectly. you even started thinking this might finally be the take.

then you glanced over.

dick was already looking at you.

his blue eyes crinkled at the corners as a smile spread across his face, and suddenly whatever concentration you'd managed to build disappeared completely.

a laugh escaped before you could stop it.

dick immediately lost it too.

the dance fell apart within seconds.

before you could stop him, dick wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around the kitchen.

you shrieked.

"dick!"

he laughed.

the sound filled the apartment instantly.

by the end of the recording, you were doubled over, clutching your stomach while dick leaned against the counter trying to catch his breath.

the music ended.

silence settled for a moment.

"we ruined it."

"we absolutely ruined it."

you both burst out laughing again.

dick walked over to stop the recording.

"well," he said, checking the video. "there goes ten minutes of our lives."

"more like forty-five."

you moved beside him to watch.

the first few seconds were normal enough. then came the moment you looked at each other.

everything after that was a disaster.

the choreography vanished. the timing disappeared. neither of you looked remotely professional.

and yet…

you found yourself smiling.

because hidden between all the mistakes were the things you actually loved.

"i kinda like this one," you admitted quietly.

dick looked up from the screen.

"yeah?"

you nodded.

the teasing grin that usually sat on his face faded into something gentler. more sincere.

for all his joking and constant need to entertain everyone around him, there were moments when dick looked at you like you were the easiest thing in the world to love.

this was one of those moments.

his hand found yours automatically.

"good," he said softly. "that's my favorite version of us."

heat immediately rushed to your face.

"you're such a sap."

"i know."

"it's actually embarrassing."

"and yet you're dating me."

unfortunately, he had a point.

you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the smile tugging at your lips.

dick noticed immediately.

of course he did.

before you could react, he lifted his phone and snapped a picture.

the flash startled you.

"dick!"

"what?" he asked innocently.

"you just took a photo of me."

"correction." he glanced down at the screen. "i took a photo of you looking adorable."

you groaned.

he laughed.

because while everyone else saw a silly thirty-second tiktok, dick saw something else entirely.

a collection of tiny moments.

little pieces of a life he loved sharing with you.

and he'd take those over a viral video any day.

i wish he was real

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[nauticalnocturnal]

Hear me out~!!

Imagine—damian cant dance. He cant move to the rhythm, hell, he cant even feel a rhythm!! All he feels is discomfort and an extreme amount of noise that drives him wild!!

So prom isn't exactly the greatest experience in the world for him.

But knowing you, the boy of his dreams, invited him as your prom date?

Yeah—suddenly, all he cares about is learning how to dance.

Hes listening to music, 24/7—not that he likes the lot of it, but it becomes something he endures. He asks dick for help, he asks Bruce for advice, stephanie for how to act and Duke on how to feel the rhythm. Every night, he practices in the mirror for the couples slow dance, back straight, posture upright, his hands fumbling his pillow, pretending hes holding you in his arms.

But..he still never quite gets it.

And when the day comes, hes terrified—what if you notice his inexperience? His lack of..dance? His lack of groove? What if it all went to waste? Suddenly, the boy of his dreams doesn't want him anymore?

So when the slow dance begins, and he notices your hesitation, he decides to offer first, and you look away, shy.

"I'm not very good at dancing, dami." You admit under the flickering, colorful lights.

But his hands gently pull you to your feet, and holds you like his caressing a glass vase. His posture is slumped, his footwork is clumsy, hes too stiff—but it doesn't matter anymore, not when it's you.

"Neither do i—but..let's learn together."

[idk-butimwriting]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Day 10 of getting to door 50 of Doors

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[yaluficsaddict]

dumb and dumber

Roy Harper x bestfriend!GL!reader - fluff, crack, angst

You and Roy have always been attached to the hip thanks to your mentors, so your friendship is the most important thing you have. This headcanon explains their dynamic, how they met and how they work in the Titans team together.

request: here

authors note: LOVE THIS SO MUCHHHHH BUT HEAVILY UNEDITED

warnings: NO USE OF YN, drinking, drunk, needles, addiction, exhaustion, crying, wounds

words: 2091

dividers: by @saradika-graphics

masterlist

How you met:

You’re sitting in the living room of Dinah’s house, well your house too now, you recently moved in to make patrols and missions easier and besides it was better than your previous living situation. As you flip through the boring channels, Dinah comes into the room.

“Hey birdie, can we talk?” she asks.

You sit up on the couch to give her space to sit and turn off the TV giving her all your attention.

“What’s up?” you turn to her fully.

“You know me and Oli have been thinking about introducing you and Roy, maybe you’ll make a friend”

You raise an eyebrow, Dinah knows you don't trust easily, only when necessary and recently the Justice League have been mentioning a new team is in the making, so your thoughts are connecting.

“Is this because of the new team?”

“Partially sure” Dinah takes your hand “I also think you and Roy are very similar and it might be good to you”

You squint your eyes at her trying to see if there are any ulterior motives to her insisting you meet Roy, but you find none.

“Fine, I’ll meet him” you squeeze her hand with a defeated smile.

“Great! You’ll do tonight’s patrol with him” Dinah pulls you to a hug to which you roll your eyes but melt into.

It's midnight, you stood on the designated spot, the roof of the Gotham library, waiting for Roy, just as you were about to text Dinah to cancel the patrol you hear rustling behind you.

“Hey” the lower voice says “so you're the sidekick?”

You turn to his direction, you know who he was, you've seen him plenty of times on the news besides Green Arrow.

“Speedy, nice to meet you” you introduce your name and put your hand out for a shake.

He takes your hand and shakes it back, that makes you smile.

“Let’s do this”

You spend most of the night fighting whatever crime you find in Gotham, burglars, low life goons, any small or big crime and you hate to admit it, but you both work flawlessly together, it’s like you read each other's next move.

You both sit breathless on the roof of a random building, the sun is starting to come up on the foggy horizon.

“You know, I had low expectations, but we actually work great together" you look at him.

“Right? I thought so too” he opens a water bottle and hands it to you, you mumble a thank you and drink half of it, you pass it back to him for him to finish.

“We should do this again” you nudge his shoulder.

“Yeah definitely”

You both look at the sun coming up feeling satisfied after a perfect patrol.

How you became best friends:

After that patrol, you both shared contacts and continued with your weekly patrols together. Eventually, you both started to mingle in your personal lives and quickly grew close. When the Justice League announced the Titans, you both were ecstatic to work together everyday and it’s so perfect.

How he finds out you like girls:

Roy notices the way you shamelessly flirt with female civilians as you save them during missions, or when you compliment Donna playfully flirting with her too, making her laugh. One night you both were chilling in his room, your head on his lap, he decided to talk to you. 

“So, you like girls?” that’s the only thing that comes out of his mouth making the relaxed vibe from before completely change.

You sit up straight in a second and look at him wide eyed

“Um yeah, yeah I do”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Roy questions you, he’s not offended, just curious.

“Never thought about it really, I guess I should’ve” you lay your head back on his lap as if nothing happened.

“So that means you can help me with something?” he asks you a bit hesitant.

You can only smirk at him, you know he’s liked Donna for a while.

Which leads me to the second headcanon:

Roy confides in you with whatever girl problem he has, what to offer a girl, how to talk to her, how to flirt, EVERYTHING.

You stop your flirting with Donna (to the best of your ability) the moment he tells you he likes her for real and wants to try with her. 

You’re there waiting for him after the first date wanting every detail, you’re there when they fight and he needs a shoulder to cry on, you’re there every step of the way, an anchor to keep him steady.

How’s you're different:

You’re both very similar in some aspects and very different in others:

Your personality blossomed when you got closer to Roy, turns out you’re very social and just needed to be around the right people and Roy is the opposite, he’s more reserved but with you he matches your energy. So many times he needs to be the one to keep you collected, like last time you’ve gone to the club:

You, Roy and Donna decided after a hard week you needed to let loose by going clubbing. As a couple, Roy and Donna mostly kept it to themselves drinking responsibly and letting loose just enough, you on the other hand have a very different meaning of letting loose. It hasn’t been an hour and you’re already making out with a random girl you danced with, to Roy and Donna that isn’t really surprising, but the moment he sees someone whip out their phone to record, they're already rushing towards you.

Donna snatches the phone from the person’s hand as Roy grabs you to go. You, not knowing what’s happening, slur for Roy to let go and instead of doing as you say, Roy slings you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and ignores your whining. Donna follows behind you two and can’t help at your situation.

“Roy let go c’mon man!”

“No you’re a drunky”

“I didn’t evennn get her numberrrr”

Eventually, your protests go quiet to simple mumbles about how “It’s unfair she was cute” and “I’m so single”. Donna, of course as a great friend, is laughing her ass off.

How you’re different 2:

Although it looks like you’re the more careless one, Roy is definitely worse than you especially when it comes to missions and patrols, he puts everyone first instead of himself and you can’t count the amount of times you’ve had to patch him up:

He winces as you dab the alcohol disinfectant to the awful cut on his side.

“Hey be more careful will you?” he grunts at you.

“Me? Well how about you? You should be more careful, I had that burglar covered” you dab a little more aggressively now, your eyebrows are knitted together and you shake your head in disappointment.

“You always do this, you put yourself in the line of fire, when will you take care of yourself first?”

“I don’t need to, who even gives a shit anyways”

You stop cleaning up and get up “I do you idiot! I care! You’re one of the most important people in my life! I can’t- I can’t lose you damn it!” you feel your throat closing up and the last words, a world without your best friend, god you wouldn’t even wish it on your greatest enemy.

Roy perks up and the breakage in your voice and gets up too. He doesn’t even ask or care about his wound, he hugs you tight, one hand on the back of your head and the other one on your back.

“Roy your wounds-”

“You’re not going to lose me” he interrupts you with a firm affirmation.

That’s when you hug back as tight as you can, some tears slip from your eyes when you feel him kiss the crown of your head reassuringly.

“C’mon let me fix you up alright?” you sniffle.

How you help him with his addiction:

Roy’s been battling his addiction even before you two met, you coming into his life was a saving grace. Everytime you found the needles, you’d just discard them completely and talk it out with him instead of shaming and berating him like Oliver would.

Every cigarette he’d pull out of his pocket, you would throw it away and hand him a lollipop.

“It’s not the same thing but it’ll help” you’d say to him with the biggest smile.

You loved to drink but when you noticed his alcohol problem, you stopped buying booze entirely and it ended up helping you both.

“Two alcohol free beers please” you’d ask the bartender.

“You’re not drinking?” Roy asks.

“No, I don’t feel like it” you answer.

He smiles at you and you both cling your bottles together to cheer on a life without alcohol.

How you met Lian:

Lian, we have to talk about her of course. After the Titans disbanded, you and Roy stayed separate for a while, not because you were angry at each other, but because life has it’s ways of working, you both were on different paths in life and your friendship faded a little, the usual hangouts turned to phone calls which turned to the occasional text.

You were moving in with your girlfriend just outside of Gotham, as you carry more boxes inside, you hear:

“Roy’s calling!” your girlfriend shouts from the end of the hall with your phone in hand.

You put the boxes down confused, Roy hasn’t called in a while, what could he possibly want? You take the phone and answer.

“Hey stranger what’s up?”

Roy takes a second to answer, you can hear how he sighs nervously.

“Roy?”

“Yeah yeah, um can you come to my place right now?”

“Right now?” you look at your girlfriend, she nods to you and hushes you to the door.

“Yeah I can, be there in 10”

“See you then” the phone call is turned off.

You kiss your partner with a thank you and rush to the car.

You take out the keys to his apartment and let yourself in, the moment you look inside you’re surprised, the house looks like a mess, dishes and laundry everywhere and where are those baby toys? What is going on?

“Roy, I'm here!” you announce your arrival.

Your eyes widen as you see a disheveled Roy come out of the back room with a wailing baby on his hip.

“Oh god I’m so glad you’re here” Roy’s hoarse voice speaks back.

“What the- Roy a baby?!” you can’t help but speak louder in shock, which only makes the baby cry louder.

“Yeah it’s hard to explain, but this is my daughter, her mom is not in the picture and I?m freaking out, please I need your help” it’s rare the time you hear Roy plea, you’ve never seen the man so broken.

“Of course Roy” you take the baby from him and try to calm her down, bouncing her on your hip, patting her back, hushing her, even singing quietly, anything really.

Roy collapses on the couch as you take her in your arms, luckily the lullaby you sing and a pacifier makes her tears come to a stop.

“Thank god, she’s been like this for hours” Roy rubs his face trying to get ri of the tiredness in his face but to no avail.

You sit besides him, the baby now starting to fall asleep.

“What’s her name?” you whisper.

He looks up to you, the way you didn’t judge him and straight up ask him what her name is makes his eyes well up with tears.

“Lian, that’s my babygirl” he whispers back in a wavering tone.

“Well Lian just gained an aunty” you smile to Roy “I don’t care how this came to be, I’m here to help you, Roy”

He can’t keep the tears in anymore, he cries quietly trying his best to not wake up the sleeping baby. You maneuver Lian carefully to the crib in the corner and go back to the couch and embrace Roy in a conforming hug, his cries intensify against your shoulder.

“Thank you for being here, I’m so tired”

The mumbled cries of one of the strongest men you know only makes you cling harder.

“You’ll be okay, I’m here, I’m not leaving”

Anywhere, anytime, you and Roy have each other’s backs, whether it’s a silly situation or a serious one, you’re meant to meet in this universe and be each other's platonic soulmates for the rest of your lives.

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