Summary: Y/N was an exceptional detective, responsible for solving several high-profile crimes alongside her partner while working with the Los Angeles Police Department. Shortly after losing her partner on the job, she decides to move out of LA to have a fresh start elsewhere.
Warnings: None
Part 2, Part 3
I think I’m going to like it here. Y/N thinks to herself as she takes in the view of the city of Detroit through her windshield while making her way to work. She was glad to be in a new place where everything was different, from the cold weather to the not so friendly neighbors she had encountered this morning. In a way, it helped her cope with the loss of her longtime partner who was also her best friend. She proceeded to think about him while on her way to meet her new partner for the first time.
A few minutes later she finally arrived at the Detroit Police Department. She stood outside the doors briefly to take a deep breath, then walked in with her head up high and a smile on her face. Making her way to the captain’s office, she was greeted by a few detectives and officers who were anticipating her arrival. She was already starting to feel welcomed once she politely entered the captain’s office to introduce herself. There were two men in the office, one who was clearly the captain sitting behind the desk, and she wasn’t sure who the other one was standing on the side of him. They were in the middle of a conversation, but stopped and turned to face her once she came in.
“Good morning, Captain Nelson. My name is-”
“Detective Y/N Y/L/N! Hello and welcome, nice to finally meet you. We were just talking about you and we’re both glad that you’ve decided to join our team.” She directed her attention from the captain to the man, who stood there quietly and gave her the meanest glare she’d ever seen in her life. She quickly observes him; young, brown hair and eyes, slightly taller than her, and on his belt was a badge that said ‘Detective’ in bold letters.
“So, you must be my new partner.” She approaches the man, holding her hand out and still wearing a smile on her face. There was a moment of silence, as the man hesitantly grabbed her hand and gave it a quick shake before releasing it.
“Detective Dick Grayson. We done here? I’d like to get back to work if you don’t mind captain.” The man stepped away from Y/N and slowly made his way to the door while waiting for the captain’s approval. Her smile began to fade as she kept her eyes on the man, disliking his cold and unfriendly demeanor.
“Sure Grayson, but once Y/N is ready to join the investigation I expect you to fill her in completely. Understand?” Dick scoffed at the captain’s words and left the office promptly.
“Wow. His name suits him very well.” Y/N’s joke cracks a smile out of Captain Nelson, who gestured her to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of him.
“Grayson’s a loner around here. Hes been trying to avoid having a partner since he transferred here a month ago from Gotham PD.”
“Gotham PD? Jesus Christ, I’d never even step foot in that city.”
“Yeah, apparently he lost his partner and decided to move on, just like you.” She leaned in to listen to the captain, fully intrigued by the newfound connection between herself and the cold stranger she’s being forced to work with.
“What happened to his partner?”
“Gassed by the joker, who knows?” They both let out a chuckle, but Y/N didn’t really find it funny. She started to feel like there may be a chance for her to get him to warm up to her.
Moments later, she had wrapped up her conversation with the captain and went to find her new desk, which is right across from her new partner. She found him focused on his computer, typing and reading the screen intently. She sat down in her chair, observing her new desk which only had a computer, a stapler, and a cup of pencils and pens on the side. She figured she would make herself at home and bring personal belongings tomorrow.
For now, she was trying to work up the nerve to speak up to her partner, who didn’t pay her any mind and continued working. She ended up observing him once more, although his attitude was ugly, he was definitely the opposite in the looks department. He was very nice to look at with his charming face, broad shoulders, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up just enough to see just how toned his arms are. She was so caught up in her observations that she didn’t realize he had stopped looking at his computer and was staring directly at her.
She panicked, not knowing how long this went on for. She tried to quickly find something to say, but he beat her to it.
“Come over here so I can fill you in.” Dick scoots over in his rolling chair, giving her enough room to bring her chair next to him in front of his desk. She quietly rolled her chair next to him while sitting in it, avoiding eye contact with him and trying to focus on the stack of open files displayed in front of them.
“I’m in the middle of investigating a string of robberies taking place in the Downtown area. So far, two banks and one jewelry store have been hit in the past three weeks. I’m working on finding a pattern with the robberies, but progress has been slow since-”
“Since you’re trying to take this on all by yourself.” Y/N looks over at Dick, who kept his eyes on her as he sat back in his chair and folded his arms. She decides that this is the perfect time to try and win him over.
“Look, I heard you lost your partner. I did too. But that doesn’t mean we should give everyone else the cold shoulder and go off on our own.” Dick uncrossed his arms and sat back up as his demeanor began to transition from standoffish to empathetic.
“I’m sorry for your loss. What happened to him, if you don’t mind me asking.” The tone of his voice was much softer than before, which made Y/N feel comfortable enough to open up to him.
“We were holding a stakeout for some big-time drug dealers in South LA, but we were compromised. We ended up in a shootout with these guys. We called for backup...but they were too late. He died a hero and I just got lucky.” She turned away from Dick in effort to hide her eyes beginning to well up with tears.
Dick started to feel guilty about the way he initially treated her. He moved his chair closer to her and laid his hand on her shoulder, making her turn back around. She took a deep breath and used her fingers to wipe her eyes. She apologized to Dick, who immediately ensured her that there was no need to apologize. He moved his hand from her shoulder to her back, rubbing it in circles in effort to make her feel better. She gave him a bittersweet smile, and he slowly removed his hand from her back.
“We’ll solve this case together Y/N, and I won’t go off on my own. I promise.”
Can you do Rachel Roth comforting Male Reader after returning from a mission 🙏💚
𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: none, i think
𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: rachel roth x male!reader
𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 0.5 k words (i swear it felt longer when I was writing, oh well)
𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡: yes/no
𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff!!
𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘: none
𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰: Wow! I'm so so sorry this took soo long <3 i've been a little busy ;-;
I will also make a gn version of this, just doing it male for the request :)
𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Rachel comforts reader after a tough mission
You discovered a sense of solace and tranquility in the stillness of your room. The memories of the intense and nerve-wracking mission you had recently undertaken were still very much alive in your mind. The experience had been so close to ending in disaster that it had left you deeply shaken. You couldn't help but repeatedly replay the heart-pounding moments in your thoughts.
As you absentmindedly traced intricate patterns on your soft bed sheets with your fingertips, you attempted to push those haunting memories to the far corners of your mind. However, no matter how hard you tried to let go, the vivid recollections persisted in resurfacing, like stubborn echoes that refused to fade away.
The sudden knock on your door brought you back to reality, and you answered with a half-hearted, "Yeah?" It was Rachel, your closest friend within the Titans, and perhaps something more. You tried not to dwell on that too much, as deciphering your emotions often felt like navigating a labyrinth of conflicting desires and fears.
"Are you okay? Gar told me what happened out there," Rachel's voice was gentle as she spoke, and you realized she had quietly taken a seat next to you. Her warm hand rested on your shoulder, and your knees touched. "(Name)?" She said your name again, and you finally met her concerned gaze, noting the soft smile that played on her lips and the warmth in her eyes.
You stammered out a response, assuring her, "Uh, yeah, I'm okay. It's nothing special, really. I'll be fine." Rachel responded with a reassuring smile and a comforting hug, though it was a bit awkward with your close proximity. Any physical contact with her sent a rush of emotions through you. "Good, I can't lose my favorite guy-teammate. I mean, who am I supposed to hang out with then? Jason?" She teased, her words punctuated with a mock insult towards Jason, and your throat rumbled with laughter, turning into a breathy chuckle.
Under normal circumstances, the two of you would have spent the evening watching shows, snacking, and gossiping about other Titans or people you knew. But tonight was different. You both just sat there, your eyes locked on each other, bathed in a tranquil and comforting silence. Rachel's arms remained draped around your shoulders, her soft curls brushing against the side of your neck, her breath gently caressing your skin. Your eyes occasionally wandered to her lips, and you noticed hers doing the same.
Just as the unspoken tension between you two was about to manifest in a more intimate way, Jason swung the door open, eager to find a sparring partner. He claimed it was for training, but everyone knew he simply wanted to showcase his skills and bask in the glory of victory. Rachel agreed to spar with him, and as she left your room, the door closing behind her, the bed felt emptier, and you could still feel the lingering sensation of her touch on your body. It was a moment suspended in time, and you couldn't help but wonder what could have been if Jason hadn't interrupted.
