#dick grayson

[papayafromtv]

honestly the whole deal of the batboys dressing up as each other for JLA business is, objectively, supremely funnier if their identities aren’t even hidden anymore. they don't need to fill in for each other, the kids just like annoying everyone. they'll swap outfits and lie whenever they can, just to see how long they can go before one of them gets caught out. they'll always get found in the oddest moments and it never fails to piss off everybody else at the Watchtower.

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Wonder Woman: -oh, and thank you to Red Robin for that piece of insight you gave us last week, it was very helpful.

Damian dressed up as Tim, has no idea what she's talking about: ....no worries.

Aquaman: oh i wasn't here last week, what did you say?

Red Robin:

Red Robin: ....if you... sprinkle cinnamon on your window-ledges, then spiders aren't as likely to come into your house...?

Aquaman:

Wonder Woman:

Woman Woman: i was referring to the fact that you checked our suspect list and absolved Leonard Woodgate from suspicion due to his documented presence in Gotham during the incident.

Red Robin:

Red Robin: ah.

Wonder Woman, glaring at him: Damian.

Red Robin: fuck.

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*Nightwing, on his phone at the meeting table*

Green Lantern: hey, Dick, can you pass me my coffee?

Nightwing: *doesn't glance over*

Green Lantern: Dick.

Green Lantern: Diiiick?

Green Lantern: RICHARD? DICK???

Batman walking in: you called me?

Green Lantern, looking between them: w- oh for fucks sake- WHERE'S BRUCE?

Dick as Batman, shrugging: honestly i didn't even ask- hey, Tim, where's B?

Nightwing: *still doesn't look up*

Red Hood, showing up in the doorway: did you say my name?

Dick as Batman, now also slightly confused: ...oh is Jason me today?

Jason as Nightwing, finally looking up: oh- sorry, what? completely zoned out there.

Tim as Red Hood: yeah man, i'm Jason, Jason's you, and you're B while he's at the dentist.

Dick: ...huh.

Green Lantern: IF YOU CAN'T TELL HOW THE FUCK ARE WE SUPPOSED TO?!

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Robin, walking into the room: i'm here, are we starting the meeting soon?

*The rest of the league not giving him a second look*

Superman: ah, hello Damian. yes, sit down, we're starting soon.

Robin:

Robin:

Tim as Robin, angrily: oh fuck off- I AM NOT SHORT ENOUGH TO PASS AS DAMIAN.

The JL:

Damian as Red Robin, walking into the room and muttering under his breath: told you, you loser.

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bonus:

*Red Hood, pouring himself a coffee in the Watchtower kitchen*

Arsenal, coming up behind him and pinching Hood's ass: hey sexy, you coming to mine after this thing or am i coming to yours? we went to mine last time, but i dunno the weather in Gotham this week, so your choice.

Red Hood:

Red Hood:

Arsenal: what?

Dick as Red Hood: this cannot fucking be how i find out you're fucking my little brother, Roy.

Arsenal:

Arsenal: are you fucking- STOP DOING THIS.

Jason as Batman, walking into the room and looking at them for a second:

Jason as Batman: please tell me-

Dick: you treat my fucking brother with respect, Harper.

Jason as Batman: *loses his shit*

Arsenal, staring at the ground chastised, as Batman cries from laughter on the floor across the room: ...yes Richard. I will.

[robs-your-robins]

Dick: We have to be quiet.

Wally, slightly tipsy: Hear that, Roy? wE hAvE tO Be qUIeT.

Roy: Oh come on, Dick, you think the big bad Bat's going to yell at us for coming here late? It's not like you Bats ever sleep anyway.

Dick: No, not Bruce.

Wally: Alfred-

Dick: It's Duke.

Roy: Duke? The kid in the yellow? With the light show? You're afraid of him?

Dick, shhhing them: He's the day shift. He's sleeping. If you fucking wake him-

Duke, appearing at the top of the stairs: Hello Richard.

Dick:

Wally: Sorry to wake you, Duke.

Roy: We're just heading to bed now.

Duke: *walks away*

Wally: The great scary Nightwing afraid of a kid.

*at dawn*

Duke: *opens door to Dick's room where Wally is sleeping next to Dick and Roy is sleeping on the floor*

Duke: *flashbangs the fuck out of them*

Wally: *screaming*

Roy: *screaming*

Dick: *screaming*

[dontyouworrydaddy]

i need a smau where user has to move cities for college or something like that

(Tim, Damian, appearance where👀👀👀)

Through distance

featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Wally West, Roy Harper, Hal Jordan

warning: fluff, suggestive (Roy, MDNI!!!)

A/N: Hiiii!! Thank you for your request! I only write platonic Damian, sorry! I hope you still like this<3

✧˖° 𝐷𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛

✧˖° 𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑑

✧˖° 𝑇𝑖𝑚 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑘𝑒

✧˖° 𝐷𝑢𝑘𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠

✧˖° 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑊𝑒𝑠𝑡

✧˖° 𝑅𝑜𝑦 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑒𝑟

✧˖°𝐻𝑎𝑙 𝐽𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑛

[angelwasnothere]

Day 4. Same Age Robins

[dididc]

day 3! Same age Robins

[eskasjournel]

you’re too sweet for me

in which dick grayson cannot keep it in his pants.

pairing: dick grayson x f!reader

cw: 18+ mdni, dry humping, oral (f!recieving), dick grayson is needy, established relationship

a/n: this one is a little rushed and short but life has been throwing sand in my eyes and my creativity has momentarily shriveled up and died :’)

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It’s a nice night, for Bludhaven standards. The usual rain hammering against the windows, sure, but inside your apartment it’s warm and safe.

And Dick is here.

Every inch of Dick’s body is pressed to yours as he devours your mouth. His warm hands cup your cheeks, the gentle brush of his thumbs against your skin a stark contrast to the consuming way his tongue tangles with yours. Your own hands are fisted in his sweater, hanging on for dear life.

Dick breaks the kiss to plant his lips on your neck, kissing and whimpering against your skin. His hips are working against your thigh, barely-there movements he’s not fully conscious of.

“Fuck… I can’t-“ His voice shudders against your ear, his body caving towards yours. “You’re so sweet. Gonna make me come just like this, baby.”

You peer up at his face, and sure enough his pupils are blown, eyes glassy in that telltale sign of an impending orgasm.

Dick’s going to come in his pants just from kissing you.

You drag a hand through his hair, drawing him down enough to kiss over his adams apple, rewarded with his groan.

“Shit baby.” He gives up all pretence, hands gripping your hips hard as he works himself against you. It’s not enough, but Dick knows he’s not going to last long enough to get inside of you.

You path a map from his jaw to the sensitive skin beneath his ear, teeth dragging over his skin.

Dick shudders, whimpering your name as he comes undone. He works himself through it, arm banding around your shoulders to hold you close.

He rests his forehead against yours, a breathless chuckle warming your lips. “That’s embarrassing.”

Your laugh mirrors his own, but it hitches in your chest when he kneels down before you. “Dick?”

His grins at the sound of his name on your lips, hands sliding up your calves to your thighs. “Let me make it up to you.” He murmurs, fingers hooking in your sleep shorts.

Dick eases you out of your shorts and panties together, lips worshiping the bare skin of your legs.

He meets your gaze, searching for permission in your eyes.

When he finds it he finally puts his mouth on you. Every flick of his tongue is an apology for coming too fast.

“You’re so sweet.” He takes a moment to catch his breath and check in on you, his lips wet with your juices. “So sweet baby.”

Your hands slide into the soft strands of his hair as he takes you higher, higher.

Pleasure crests, spreading from your belly to your toes. Your orgasm is a sweet oblivion, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

Dick holds you steady, hands firm on your thighs until they stop trembling. His grin when he stands is somehow both smug and bashful. He loops his arm around your waist and kisses your forehead. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You confirm quietly. You’re still a little breathless, but Dick doesn’t seem to mind.

He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I feel like a horny teenager.”

You laugh softly and shake your head. “It’s hot.”

“Oh?” Dick’s grin grows, his hands sliding down to hook under your thighs. He picks you up with a gleam in his eyes. “You think it’s hot, baby?”

Despite his teasing, Dick takes you to bed only to gently lay you down beneath the covers. He settles above you, his head finding its place just below your collarbone. That little space by your heart carved out just for him.

“I’ll make it up to you properly in the morning.” He promises, his voice already heavy with sleep.

You can only smile and tuck the blankets up a little higher over his back, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head. “Sure you will.”

[three-semicolons]

DIVAS DOWN.

I REPEAT.

DIVAS DOWN.