#dick grayson!

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Who’s your favorite batboy( you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to :))

It changes every time but rn it’s dick Grayson!!!! So soft!!! (My fav dc character rn tho is Jaime Reyes lmao)

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Chords - Dick Grayson x Reader

(Based on this post, which I promised @sassyshoulderangel319 I would write about eventually)

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Exhausted, you stumbled from the Zeta tube into the watchtower. You wanted more than anything else to just crash in the living quarters until you began your next mission the next morning, but something caught you off guard. There was the sound of music quietly floating through the room, which was normally quiet, outside of the gentle hum of computers running in the background. Your curiosity led you to follow the source of the sound. You couldn’t recognize the song, being quietly strummed on an acoustic guitar, but somehow it felt lonely. You silently made your way down the hall and realized that it was coming from Nightwing’s quarters. Oh, so he can play the guitar, too? Add that to the ever-growing list of reasons why he’s perfect. You’d been infatuated with your teammate for quite some time and could only imagine the toll this would play on your imagination in the future. You stood in the doorway wordlessly, watching him play. He sat on the floor, leaning up against his wall. Entirely engrossed in the song he was playing, he didn’t realize that you were there. For a minute, you simply watched, taking in the sight of him as the chords pulled at your heart. Although you couldn’t make out the words he was humming, you could feel their hurt. 

With a final few notes, he finished the song, and sighed. He turned to look at the clock, and almost startled at the sight of you in the doorway. 

“Oh. Hey, Y/N. What are you doing there?” he asked, shaking his head as if it would shake his melancholy tone. 

“Just listening in. It was a beautiful song,” you said, lowering yourself next to him on the floor. He smiled. 

“Glad you liked it. I didn’t realize anyone was here, I don’t play in front of other people much anymore,” he said. You couldn’t miss the twinge to his voice. 

“Are you okay, Grayson? It feels like you’re a bit in your feelings, to be honest.” He shrugged. 

“We all have off days. I’m alright, though. I figured I would take some time here before going back to Bludhaven, recharge and all that. Get some time alone after my watch shift.” You nodded in agreement.

“You know… I think you should play more often. And sing, too. You have a really nice voice.” His smile widened.

“Thanks, Y/N. Had you not heard me play before?” You shook your head, and he glanced down, looking a bit lost in nostalgia.

“I used to play for the team sometimes, and for my friends on long car rides. You should have heard Wally sing along.” You grin.

“That sounds incredible. I’m glad I got to hear you, though. I didn’t know you were musically gifted, not that I’m surprised. I don’t think there’s anything you can’t do, Boy Wonder,” you said fondly, ruffling his hair. He laughed lightly, gently pushing you away in response. 

“Not the hair,” he protested. You laughed along with him, acutely aware of the closeness between you. As you leaned against the wall, your arm rested on Dick’s and you relished the feeling. As you slipped into a comfortable silence, you could feel the ache in your muscles and a dull pain spreading through your head. The exhaustion from that night’s mission had finally caught back up to you. You yawned, rubbing your temples.

“Oh, right. You were on a mission tonight. How are you feeling?” he asked you. You shrugged.

“Alright. Really tired, though.” He stood and offered you a hand up, which you gratefully took. 

“Let’s get you into your room, you need some rest. Thanks for cheering me up, Y/N.” You grinned.

“Of course,” you replied, joining him in walking towards your quarters. You chuckled when you realized that Dick was still carrying his guitar. Upon reaching your door, you gestured to the instrument.

“What do you still have that for? Are you planning on singing me to sleep, Grayson?” you asked playfully. He looked down, seemingly not having realized he hadn’t set it down already. He chuckled, but his face softened a bit.

“Do you want me to?” You blushed at his response. 

“Oh. Well, uh-” you said nervously. He looked at you expectantly. 

“Yeah, actually. I’d love that.”

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Stay With Me - Dick Grayson x Reader Part 3 (Heartlines Soulmate AU)

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

You heard a window creaking open through her apartment and felt your blood run cold. As a surgeon who could afford an apartment in the good part of Gotham (assuming it could be said that any part of Gotham is good), you'd never really anticipated a break-in. You climbed out of your bed, grabbing your metal water bottle off the nightstand. Not ideal, but better than nothing, you thought. Creeping towards your bedroom door, you open it silently, shocked by the figure you saw. Nightwing, covered in what seemed to be blood, lay under the window. He was clearly losing strength, but your attention was quickly drawn to the heartline leading to him.

“What the actual hell? Dick, is that you?” You switched on the light to get a better look at him. He was nodding, but even bloodier than you'd thought and a large gash splayed across his chest.

“Oh, god. Why is it that you always end up like this? Don't move, I'll help you up,” you said, putting his arm around your shoulder so you could half-carry him towards your table.

“Maybe I just have the world's prettiest doctor and need an excuse to come back,” he joked with a strained voice. He collapsed onto the wood with a pained moan. You took off his mask, looking into his eyes only to find that one of them was black with bruising.

“Jesus. What did you do to yourself?” You asked him.

“Too many thugs and one had a knife. I was cornered but managed to knock them out, though not before getting stabbed.” You grit your teeth. It seemed almost ironic to you that your soulmate, who you had always imagined to be safe and responsible, ended up leading one of the most dangerous lives possible. You peeled the spandex suit off of him, purposefully ignoring the fact that he was left only in briefs.

“So you're Nightwing”, you started, running to the kitchen to find a first aid kit. With it tucked under your arm, you soaked a clean towel in water and began to clean his wounds. He nodded, flinching as you touched him.

“Were you planning on telling me anytime soon?”

“Yeah, but it didn’t seem like a good time. Then I got hurt and realized I needed you to save my stupid ass again, so here I am, figuring my life was worth more than my secret,” he answered. You purse your lips.

“Don’t make a habit of it. I don’t there to come a day where I can’t patch you back up.” Grabbing a needle, your hands started nimbly closing his wound with even stitches. He sat silently as you worked until you tie off and sterilize the gash.

“How are you so calm right now?” he asked you. You shrugged.

“I’m a trauma surgeon, Grayson. This isn’t the most shocking thing I’ve seen,” you replied, starting to lay gauze across his chest. He laughed.

“You’re brilliant,” he said, “absolutely amazing. I don’t think fate could have given me anyone better.” You smiled, fetching him an ice pack for his eye.

“Thanks, Dick.” As he held it up to his eye, grinning like a child, you could feel yourself falling even farther for him. When you had finished addressing his minor wounds and giving him some heavy-duty painkillers, you helped him to your room.

“You can take the bed for tonight, I’ll sleep on the couch. You need to rest comfortably and one of your brothers can probably come get you tomorrow,” you told him, easing him onto the mattress. He thanked you, but as you started to grab a spare pillow and blanket from your closet, he called out.

“Y/N, wait.” You turned to face him, being greeting by a lopsided smile. “Stay with me. Please.”

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