So I have decided to start writing Imagines for the tv show ‘Titans’. Here is the link if you want to go request something or even just follow it Titans Imagines
It had been a few years since you had last seen Dick Grayson, but mere minutes since you last thought of him. So when he shows up to your door, you can hardly believe your eyes. Maybe things had changed. Maybe Dick had changed. You know you had.
You stretched from your spot on your desk chair, twisting until your back cracked. A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned back with your eyes scanning over the laptop before you. Another breath and you closed the screen, satisfied with the work you had completed. With a glance at the nearest clock, you realized you had been sitting there for close to five hours.
Letting out a disgruntled groan, you stood and pushed your chair away. You rubbed your eyes as you walked into your small kitchen. Turning to your fridge, your clouded mind began to clear. Your gaze focused on a magnet. It was a tacky tourist magnet, one you had forgotten about long ago. You picked it up from the cool metal surface, letting your fingers trace over the nooks and crannies of the plastic.
New York City. If you closed your eyes, you could remember it still. The towering skyscrapers and packed streets. Smells of salty street food and the crashing of ocean waves flooded your mind; but the memory that stuck out to you the most wasn’t local to the city that never sleeps. Dick Grayson right beside you, fingers intertwined and smiling at you was the image so imprinted in your brain.
You opened your eyes and set the magnet on the counter. Biting your lip, you felt a wave of pain wash over your shoulders. In an attempt to quell your thoughts, you made your way to your bedroom. You hadn’t thought of that trip, you hadn’t thought of Dick Grayson, in while. You hadn’t allowed yourself to dive back into that pool for the fear that you would drown.
There was a moment in time where you felt, despite it all, you and Dick could make things work. You could save each other from the years of violence and training. That moment was a mere memory now, one you had buried after that trip to New York City. You realized afterwards, that trip was a last ditch effort for Dick.
You had fallen for the boy faster and harder than anyone ever before. You had thought that it was the same for him, but you were young; you were foolish. And Dick Grayson left a scar on your heart. He had left you bleeding, your broken feelings spilling all over the floor.
He had told you it was him, that Bruce’s training had its hooks in deep; that there was no saving him. He told you that he had to leave to you could save yourself. Leave it to Dick to try to save you at his own expense. You had argued that you were already saved. The time you had both taken away from the fighting, from being vigilantes, had given you a fresh perspective. You knew what you wanted and you wanted him.
As it turned out, the time away from being Robin had left Dick directionless. He had to leave, or so he said. With hurt and heartache, you watched him run off to find himself again. Despite your pain, you had silently hoped that he would find what he was looking for; even if that something wasn’t you.
Even now, when your brain is swamped with the memories you both shared, you hoped that Dick was happy. While you heart had bled and stained, you felt more yourself than ever. You had retired from the crime-fighting world, found a stable job you enjoyed, and some normal friends. Although, part of you still wished that Dick was still beside you.
In an attempt to distract yourself, you reached for a jacket from your closet. You purposefully avoided staring into the space for too long because you knew that some of Dick’s old shirts were hanging up and mixed in with your own. You hadn’t had the will to get rid of them. Ignoring them, you shrugged on your jacket and grabbed your keys. A walk would do you good. Maybe, if you were lucky you could catch a sunrise.
As your hand wrapped around the door knob, you took a shaky breath and opened it. You nearly stumbled as you took a half step out of the door. What hindered your movement stood before you, with those soft brown eyes and seemingly permanent frown. Your breath caught in your throat as you wondered if your mind was playing tricks on you.
“Hi,” Dick said, his eyes holding your gaze calmly. There was a glimmer in them that you read as worry and it broke you from your trance.
“Hi.” It was a simple word, but a lifetime of weight rested on it. “Uh, come, come on in.”
As you spoke your eyes caught that of a dark haired girl that lingered behind Dick. Her blue eyes were wide, almost as if she were startled by some unseen force. You moved away from the doorway and allowed them inside. Dick took the girl’s bag and set their belongings on the small table near the kitchen. He turned to face you again, his eyes scanning over you figure.
“I’m sorry about this, we just didn’t have anywhere else to go,” Dick explained, gesturing to the girl. “This is Rachel. I’m trying to….I’m keeping her safe.” The girl stepped forward and extended a hand to you.
“Nice to meet you,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. You offered her a warm smile and took her hand. A moment of complete darkness flashed before your vision and that familiar wave of emotions washed over you once more. When sight returned to you, Rachel’s hand was at her side and her eyes were glaring at Dick.
“Safe from what?” You questioned, shaking your head slightly. Dick let out a sigh and you saw his shoulders sagged. He suddenly looked so tired, reminiscent of the nights when Bruce forced him out. “You can tell me later, you turned to Rachel, “let’s get you settled in, yeah?”
You spent the next half of an hour getting the girl settled comfortably in your bedroom. You showed her where the bathroom is and told her which blankets were the warmest. She was a soft-spoken girl, but you could sense something within her. There was something about the timid way that she carried herself that hinted at a power deep inside. You left her be after you gave her the remote to your television and walked back into the kitchen.
Dick stood by the counter, fiddling with something. You watched him for a moment, taking in his form. He hadn’t changed too much. His hair was styled differently, but his coat was the same brown leather one you had known from years ago. You cleared your throat and Dick turned to face you. He held out the object he was holding to you and your mouth went dry.
“You still have this?” He handed you the magnet from earlier and you took it from his hand. Your fingers brushed against his and you fought the urge to gasp. You didn’t realize that you had missed him, his touch, so badly.
“Of course,” you said, trying to sound nonchalantly, “I love that city.” Dick nodded, his gaze lifting from your hands to your eyes. You found yourself staring into his eyes but couldn’t help but wander deeper. That glimmer had remained. Maybe it wasn’t worry after all. “So, um, what’s the story with the girl?”
Dick rubbed a hand over his face and let out a sigh. As quickly and as detailed as he could, he explained the last few days he had had. The running with Rachel, trying to get her to safety and away from the people after her. As he told the story, you couldn’t help but smile. He sounded so much like Bruce. Saving a lost child, protecting them, teaching them. You could never tell him that, you knew that much, but it was nice to see he had found a purpose that was outside of the realm of Robin.
“That’s it,” he sighed, “at least, for now. I’m sorry again, Y/N, I was hoping that-”
“It’s alright, Dick,” you interrupted, giving him a half-hearted smile. “You’ve both had it rough. You can crash here as long as you need.”
“We can leave soon. I’m planning to stop by Hank and Dawn’s. They could protect her better than I can.” Your brows furrowed at his words and you straighten your back. You had been leaning against the counter as Dick, who sat at the kitchen table, told the story.
“That’s bullshit,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “They’ve got their own lives to deal with, Dick, and this girl trusts you.”
“She shouldn’t.”
“Well, she does,” you said, taking a step towards him, “and you better not make her regret that.” Dick stared into your eyes as you spoke and you felt your cheeks burn under his gaze. You had forgotten the effect he had on you.
“Don’t you regret trusting me?” The question almost sounded innocent, but the truth behind it stung. You swallowed hard, taking a step back. Eyelids fluttering in shock, you tried to put together a good answer; if there was one. You decided it was better to speak your mind.
“N-No, I don’t. You’re a good person, even if you wander at times. You always come back to your heart.” Dick was quiet for a long moment and it felt like hours until he spoke up.
“I-I…” Dick trailed off, his eyes turning away from you. You nodded sadly to yourself.
“You don’t have to believe me, Dick, but it’s true.” Your words drew his eyes back to you and you felt your heart skip a beat. “You can take the couch,” you said, trying to distract yourself, “I have an air mattress I can use in my office.”
“Y/N,” before you could even think, Dick was standing in front of you. You had also forgotten just how fast he could move if he really wanted to. You bit your bottom lip to keep from tearing up before meeting his gaze coldly.
“What?”
“I meant what I said,” he said, “about having to leave. I felt like I would only drag you down and now with all of...what’s been going on, I feel that I was right.”
You scoffed. “Really? You’re going to be that arrogant?” Dick shook his head as you tried to push past him. You gritted your teeth and stared up at him.
“But, if I had stayed….things would be different. Better, I think. I’m sorry that I didn’t stay then and I’m sorry that I’m coming back now. You don’t deserve this and I never deserved you.” You felt your face relax, your jaw unclenched at his words; but they didn’t stop the hurt.
“You broke my heart,” you choked out in a whisper. “Nothing I did, for a long time could wash out the stain you left behind.” Dick frowned. You saw that glimmer again and you realized it was remorse. He had changed, but Dick Grayson was still as lost as ever; and he was right. Nothing you could do could save him from that. So instead of arguing the point further you took a breath.
You leaned up on your toes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. When you pulled away, his brown eyes were glued to you. You saw his hands threatening to reach out, ready to pull you close to him like he used. You longed for that touch, but knew better than to entertain such fantasies.
“Y/N-”
“When this is over, when you finally make peace with who you are in here,” you pressed a gentle hand against his chest, “maybe you can help me pick up the pieces.” You stared into his eyes for another brief moment before walking past him. You stopped, looking a bit over your shoulder. Dick’s back faced you, but you knew he could still hear you. “I’ve never stopped loving you, Dick Grayson.”
With that, you walked to your office space and settled in for the night. When your head rested against your pillow, for the first time in forever, you knew that you would sleep soundly. For while Dick wasn’t with you in the way you longed for him to be, he was there. Hopefully, this time, he would stay.
