꒰ 🐇 ꒱ includes 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 text post + headcanons at the bottom,, sfw ,, modern texting ,, relationship banter
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Genuinely enjoys texting you. Unlike some of his family who are distant or sarcastic over messages, Dick likes keeping in touch. He doesn’t just text to confirm plans, he asks about your day, your lunch, what’s annoying you, and small little things you might not even think are important. He’ll check in randomly just to hear from you.
Grammar isn’t his priority. He capitalizes normally most of the time but will often skip periods, use casual punctuation, or start sentences with lowercase because he’s relaxed. He’s not formal; he texts like he talks.
Emoji usage is literal but endearing. He doesn’t throw random fire or heart emojis at everything. If he sends 🍕, he literally wants pizza. If he sends 🐶, he’s referencing a dog he saw or a joke. Has fallen victim to using 😂😂😂 to express laughter.
Abbreviates sometimes, but not excessively. He’ll use “lol,” “lmao,” or “brb” sparingly. Otherwise, he writes out his thoughts in full because he likes showing you effort.
Asks about your day consistently. A typical morning text: “Morning ☀️ how’d you sleep? Coffee yet?” He genuinely wants to know and will follow up: “And how’s that annoying coworker today? Did they bother you or nah?”
He loves inside jokes, tagging you in memes or TikTok trends he knows you’ll laugh at.
He’s not clingy, but he likes to keep the conversation alive. He doesn’t over-text or flood your phone, but he makes sure you feel valued. He’ll send messages like, “I was thinking about you all day :)” or “Can’t wait to see you tonight.”
He’s consistent. Unlike his brothers, he doesn’t randomly ghost or leave you on read for days. If he’s busy, he’ll text something like “Busy rn, but thinking about you ❤️” so you’re not left worrying.
Uses parentheses casually. Sometimes he adds asides mid-text, like: “I went to grab a snack (chocolate, obviously) and thought of you 😏”
Rarely sends one-word replies. He likes to put thought and tone into texts. Even a short “Okay” or “Lol” is almost always part of a playful follow-up.
secretly pining!dick grayson who is completely whipped from the moment you two first met. you saw each other more often once your mentor became the newest addition to the league.
secretly pining!dick grayson who genuinely believed he was doing all he could to impress you with his acrobatics and detective skills. trying embarrassingly hard in wally’s own words to make you think he was a good leader, tactical, etc.
secretly pining!dick grayson who can't seem to think about anything else but you. who steals glances during training when no one else is looking or tenses slightly when he sees you out on the battlefield. he knows you’re fully capable of handling yourself out there. still he's already gravitating toward you… yk just in case you needed backup or something. who tried painfully hard to stay nonchalant that one time you complimented his leadership coming back from a mission.
secretly pining!dick grayson who spent years wondering if he'll ever be more than a friend to you and has lost sleep over scenarios where he does something to screw up your friendship
secretly pining!dick grayson who dies on the inside just a little more every time he hears you talk about your current partner - bonus points if you're asking him for dating advice. or venting about the difficulties of dating a civilian.
secretly pining!dick grayson who tries anything to get over you only to realize you’ve completely and utterly ruined everyone else for him. sure he’s been on a couple of dates here and there but they never get further than that. as corny and cliche as it sounds none of them are you.
secretly pining!dick grayson who is then mentally jumping for joy when you tell him you broke up with said partner but is quick to be in your corner offering support and being a shoulder to cry on because at the end of the day he's your friend right? you’re really really good friend who chickens out every chance he gets to finally tell you how he feels.
secretly pining!dick grayson who pulls back after things go south on the last mission. the last thing he wants is for anyone to get hurt, or worse on his orders. especially not you. he knows what’s it's like to lose the people you love, he couldn't imagine losing you too
secretly pining!dick grayson who is lying to himself when he says he doesn't want to see you simply because its easier. who has been avoiding you, ignoring your calls and texts. who has only been giving you any type acknowledgement strictly in professional settings.
secretly pining!dick grayson who is up late going over a case and is fully caught off guard when you show up in the middle of the night. who isn’t prepared for when you confront him on his recent behavior. still he stands his ground putting up this front that is clearly affecting the both of you.
secretly pining!dick grayson who tenses the minute the air shifts in the room. who can't help but go back and forth with you. who, a man typically so composed, lets all of his frustrations get the best of him. who doesn’t want to be having this argument with you. who usually finds your stubbornness endearing but at this moment irritating and wished you would just back down and walk out the door
secretly pining!dick grayson whose heart stops and brain shuts down the millisecond you say you love him.
secretly pining!dick grayson who has convinced himself you could do better. who starts rambling on about how he's not good enough for you. who goes against all logic and reason and continues his attempts at pushing you away. even if you just told him the three words he’s been dying to hear you say for years now, because you’re just perfect and amazing and you’ve given him the space to just be himself entirely without the strain of unrealistic exceptions from being boy wonder or nightwing. who breathes easier just by being around you.
secretly pining!dick grayson who freezes the second your hands come to cup his cheeks pulling him to meet you halfway into a kiss. who is already wrapping his hands around your waist pulling you in closer and deciding that nothing in his life has ever felt so right. who promises to himself then and there that he will be everything you need him to be.
⤿ DICK GRAYSON is full of life and smiles, then he meets you and he is given a reason to smile even during the hardest moments.
!! fluff. silly. headcanons. established relationship. fem reader. batboys version. modern ish au/not totally canon concepts. crack sorta. THIS IS SILLY bc to be cringe is to be free. i love sunshine x grumpy. ENJOY.
!! You met at a rooftop block party in Bludhaven. You were stringing up fairy lights and humming along to a playlist full of disco and pop. Dick showed up to check on noise complaints and ended up helping you hang the last strand.
!! You offered him a lemonade as a thank you for helping set up and said, “You look like someone who knows how to dance, you should stay for the party!” He grinned. “I do know how to dance, don't tempt me with a good time.”
!! You love to greet dogs on the street. On one of your first dates, the two of you were walking around a park and you waved and cooed at a puppy you past, and Dick did the exact same. That made you both just stop and stare at each other like you'd fallen in love immediately. (you totally had)
!! You both wave at kids in strollers. You both say “thank you” to bus drivers and compliment baristas on their latte art. It’s not performative, it’s just who you are.
You loved accessories. You had so many earrings, notebooks, different color shoelaces, tons of different bracelets, everything you had ever been gifted you kept.
!! Dick doesn’t wear many accessories, especially not the bright and jingly ones you do, but he’s the guy who’ll hold your sequined purse without flinching. He'll help you pick out which nail polish, and say “You look like literal sunshine, babe.” when you walk into the room.
!! You once gave him a star shaped pin you bought just for him, and now he wears it on his jacket pocket.
!! You both love movement. You dance in the kitchen, stretch on rooftops, race each other across crosswalks and parking lots.
!! You once challenged him to a cartwheel contest in the park, which he obviously won. You accused him of cheating via acrobat privilege. He kissed your cheek and teased, “You’re just mad I stuck the landing.”
!! You both talk with your hands. You both laugh easily. You both cry during movies even though Dick tries to hide it. You once caught him tearing up during a documentary about penguins. You handed him a tissue and said, “It’s okay. They’re very committed partners.” He sniffled and nodded.
!! You love giving gifts, and soon into your relationship you realized that the he also loved giving gifts. You leave sticky notes in his gear bag. He leaves flowers on your windowsill. You once gave him a homemade bookmark with a quote about hope. He gave you a first edition comic book with a handwritten note, “You're my favorite story.”
!! You may be lots of smiles and love, but life can get very overwhelming and the overstimulation gets to you. When this happens, he'll just wrap you in his arms and hum so that the noisiness of the world gets drowned out.
!! You learned how to comfort and ground him when he gets overwhelmed by responsibility. You just bring him to sit down, take away the tablet or files or any distractions, run your hands through his hair, and tell him the one thing that you mean with all your heart. “You don’t have to fix everything.”
!! You once showed up to a dinner wearing matching socks with Dick. You got them while you were on your way back from walking Haley, you saw the little blue bats and immediately bought them. At the dinner with his family, you hadn’t planned it. You just matched.
!! Jason groaned. Damian looked personally offended. Bruce blinked. Dick winked at you and said, “We’re just built different.”
!! You once brought very carefully decorated sugar cookies to the precinct where Dick was working for an ongoing mission. He tried to act cool, but the second you left, he handed them out like they were gold.
!! One of the cops asked, “Is she always like that?” Dick said, “Yeah. Isn’t it great?” He didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the shift.
!! When you’re both tired, you don’t talk much. You just curl up together with your legs tangled, hands linked, and your fingers tangled in his hair.
!! Dick hums sometimes, soft and low. You trace patterns on his back. It’s not dramatic or loud. It’s just safe.
!! The one thing that was your biggest flaw, or your best traits, you both believe in people. You both get hurt because of it, but you never stop trying. You once told him, “Hope isn’t naïve. It’s brave.”
!! He looked at you for a long time, then said, “You’re the bravest person I know.” You didn’t need him to say that, you weren't doubting yourself in the moment, but you kept those words filed away in your memory and you think of them every time the world feels too hard.
There is love in this touch of mine (and nothing else, I swear)
comfort came against my will - series masterlist here
pairing: dick grayson x reader (gender neutral, no use of y/n)
length: 1.2k
genre: fluff, comfort
warnings: touch for the sake of touch, they're really in love and that's abt it
a/n: I hope everyone's kind to themselves tonight <3
Dick thinks, somewhere vague and sticky in the back of his mind, that it's probably too early for this. The sun filters in through your open window, spots dancing behind his closed eyes as the first rays of the morning begin to spill in.
He hasn't even been home that long, he thinks. It was only a couple hours ago that he peeled off his mask and crawled under the covers next to you.
Still, though, he finds it hard to deny you when you're like this.
"I love you," you murmur, hushed and gentle, like you're not sure if he's really awake. Your lips start by his collarbone, mapping out his skin by pressing endless kisses wherever you can reach.
"Love you too, honey," he mumbles, sleep tying his tongue as you smile against his skin. It's endearing enough that you change direction and move back up to his face, kisses then pressed against the bridge of his nose and across his cheeks.
"Go back to sleep," you whisper, your voice a soothing, lulling sort of thing as your palm smooths over his abdomen. With the blankets kicked down to his waist, his skin is warm against yours, and your lips leave his face in favour of trailing back down across his abs.
"Is this supposed to put me to sleep?" he counters lazily, his eyes still closed as he feels your lips skim across his lower stomach, pausing to kiss along a particularly gouging scar.
"It could," you say easily. "If you want. You do need more sleep, babe."
"Well, what do you want?" he asks - a little coy, a little pointed as he blinks his eyes open slowly. You move to rest your cheek against his stomach, tracing the shapes of his abs idly as you look up at him.
He waits, just a moment, for your hand to dip lower - for it to sneak under the blanket, or for your lips to go further down until…
But nothing happens. You just lay there, your touch rhythmic and soothing and kind.
"I don't want anything," you murmur, lifting your head to press a kiss to his skin again before settling back with your cheek against his abdomen. He's sure you can feel, then, the stutter of his breath as it all leaves him.
"Not anything?" he murmurs, his hand winding through your hair and giving it a gentle, barely there sort of tug. It's the kind of thing that you love, he knows - but even as your lips twitch into a bit of a smile, you shake your head.
"Just this," you murmur. "Unless you want something more."
"We can, baby," he say immediately, and you smile at him kindly.
"Yes we can. Do you want to?" you ask. It's not often that Dick finds himself out of his depth - floundering and stumbling over his own feet. But now, as he loosens his grip to smooth a hand over your hair, instead, he's not so sure where to go.
"Why do you touch me like that?" He asks quietly before he can think better of it, and he wonders sort of lurchingly when he started being so honest.
But then you smile up at him like you love him, and he thinks he understands.
"Because you're pretty," you say sweetly. "And you're all mine. And because I love you."
"Oh yea?" he murmurs, off kilter and reeling, just a bit. You stop smoothing your fingers across his abs, moving, instead, to press your palm firmly to his sternum. A solid weight, a safe place to land.
"Yea," you respond easily. "Didn't you know?"
"I know, baby," he says softly, and you move up his body easily when he starts tugging at you, pulling you closer until you can tuck your face into the crook of his neck.
"Do you want to tell me what you're thinking?" you ask him softly, your breath against his skin as he wraps his arms around your tighter, anchoring you against him.
"Just that I love you," Dick says weakly, and you hum.
"Good thought to have," you agree solemnly, and he reaches down to pinch your thigh a bit.
You let him, notably - you laugh against his neck and pull him closer, and something sort of cracks in his heart at it all.
"C'mere," is all the warning you have from him before he's rolling on top of you, then, kissing you hard enough that you forget, for just a moment, how to breathe.
"Do you know what you want now?" you ask him, airy and muffled between kisses as he cups your cheek in his hand and chases your lips with his own.
"Yea," he says distractedly, and you smile against his lips.
"Do you want to share?" you prompt, and Dick moves just enough to trail his own kisses across your cheeks and down your neck, just as you had.
"Just this," he murmurs against your skin, and you look at him so fondly that he thinks it might be enough to make him crumble.
"I like this," you agree softly, and maybe it's relief that rolls off of him. Maybe it's love.
"Yea?" He makes his way back up to your mouth, teeth nipping against your bottom lip before he soothes it with another kiss.
"Yea," you murmur, and as you lift your head from the pillow slightly to chase his lips, he clicks his tongue in disapproval. His hand on your cheek keeps you steady as he leans down again, always coming to you before you can go to him - always taking care of you before you can lift a finger.
"Yea," you continue distractedly. "But you know what else I like?"
"What?"
"When you're well rested," you say sweetly, and Dick's head falls to the crook of your neck with a stifled laugh.
"I must disappoint you very often, then," he sighs as he rolls off of you and into his back, his arm stretched out towards you.
"Oh, never," you say easily, an honesty settling in your words that makes him pull you closer. You curl yourself against him with your cheek pressed against his chest so you can hear his heartbeat.
"Never?" he murmurs.
"Not once," you respond softly, and he squeezes your shoulders affectionately where his arm anchors you to him.
"You gonna stay here while I sleep?" he asks, and you bring his free hand up so that you can trail kisses across his palm.
"If you're ok with it," you say, and he scoffs.
"As if I wouldn't be, honey," Dick says chastisingly, and you smile against his hand. "I always want you here."
"Even when this is all we do?" you ask kindly - a tricky sort of question that you know will trip him up.
But he just drops a kiss to the crown of your head and settles back, his chest carved open for you, his heart in your hands.
"Yea, babe," he murmurs, something heavy there - something true. "Maybe… especially then."
You probably answer him, then - you probably say something earnest and loving, and if he was awake enough, he'd kick himself for ignoring it. But sleep weighs him down and you encourage it with gentle hands and soothing words, and he wonders, in an unhurried sort of way, when touch turned into something so good.
So, I am going to experiment. I have blurbs on my brainrotting mind over VERY SPECIFIC DC characters.
Please be kind bc English is my 3rd language and not my first… 😅🥺
CW: NSFW, PURE SMUTTY FILFTH. NO TIME FOR PROPER WARNINGS OR ELSE I LOSE MY FLOE DAWG.
HERE WE GO!
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NIGHTWING:
Imagining him finding out you’ve got a secret admirer and him finding out exactly who it is with calculated petty fueled detective precision just to send him a picture of him with his face buried in between your thighs with no shame. You’re heaving against the mattress, sweat glistening on your trembling body as his mouth hit all the right places on your overstimulated centre. You didn’t even notice when he took the picture as you came undone with a pathetic whimper as his tongue licked it up with shameless possessiveness you somehow could feel through the way he smugly cleaned you with his tongue.
Jason Todd:
Imagining him being fed up with your bratty attitude so he pins you against the wall of the warehouse. His Helmet on the floor as his teeth and lips attack your neck and one arm lazily holding your legs around his waist with ease and the other around your throat possesively as he slowly grinded his heavy hips against yours with punishing desire. He can’t help but torture you more with his words aiding his agonisingly delicious movement. “You were all mouthy earlier, but seeing you all clingy and needy like this now? Fuuuuuck…” he would groan at the sight of you growing more needy and desperate for him but yet he’d keep this up cruelly til you cum like this. He wants you to feel that humiliation to put you back in your place before he gives you exactly what you want, him worshipping your body like you’d break if he held you or kissed you wrong.
Dark knight! Yandere! Jonathan crane!:
Imagining him strapping little dove down when they are the most fertile and using his medical precision to make little dove sob in blissed frustration as he toys with them Til they’re right on the edge only to keep them one push from that sweet blissful release. Poor little dove feels so pleasured but yet still so maddeningly needy but is helpless against the straps on medical cot or the cuffs on the bed restraining poor little dove.
dick: thinks bikes and cars are cool but his actual knowledge of vehicles is primarily centered around maintenance and basic staple facts. he likes them but he’s not trying to get a phd here. he can pop a hood and spot obvious problems but if it requires anything beyond basic mechanics stuff he’s hitting up google. he's got enough of a background (thanks to bruce) to be able to follow most tutorials, but he's nowhere near bruce's level of vehicle enthusiasm, nor does he care to be - he appreciates a sickass bike any day of the week, but ultimately he's just here to get shit done
damian, steph, cass: can hotwire a car and change a tire, but if it stalls in the middle of the road they’re are cooked, they are NOT gonna be able to deduce and fix whatever the fuck that was, nor will they waste time trying (except for maybe damian, but that's more just cuz bruce is a car guy and damian kiiiiinda sorta looks up to him - and also because he feels like it should be part of his own skill set, even if he's not quite there in practice just yet. like richard, he'll inevitably hit up google. unlike richard, he doesn't have enough hands-on experience yet to get far if the problem in question is too complicated. he's TRYING though!!! steph and cass indulge him, though cass will invariably tell him to embrace the power of a 'fuck it' attitude, a concept so outrageous to damian as to successfully distract him from getting too hung up on the fact that this is still an area he's working on)
bruce: has car autism. he touches a car and immediately taps into its goddamn nervous system. bruce has every car model kit in existence. when the transformers series came out he ended up becoming a more diehard fan than all of his kids combined. if allowed bruce would wax poetic about car engines and the 12 gear transmissions and fancy gadgets and clever mechanical whatsits he’d installed all over the batmobile for hours and hours at a time, because he is a total and complete car autism guy. certified #Undiagnosed_Dad_Moment. dick looks at him one day during one of bruce's endless car infodumps and has a moment of "OH."
tim: knows about cars. has opinions about cars. all of his opinions are fucking sacrilege to the bonafide car lovers community. if tim had his way he’d be driving a car using ai he'd programmed himself (because he is a COMPUTER guy! not a CAR guy!!) because “if you think about it, all these functions could be improved with the right application of digital technology." he is banned from fucking with bruce's favorite cars.
jason: carsexual, first of all, so jot that down. if jason could fuck his bike he would. he is, unfortunately, just like his father in this way. both of them. i hc jason as being a puerto rican gearhead who, by the age of twelve, had gotten himself a reputation for being able to fix up any car no problem. his daddy boosted cars and taught jason everything he knew. jason saw the batmobile and almost passed out from sheer awe at the glory of that cool ass fucking car. pre-death jason was sitting next to bruce absorbing bruce’s car ramblings like a sponge. ooooh he loves car so fucking much. crucially - and this is what sets him apart from bruce - he’s a dedicated shitbox miracle worker. he is, down to his bones, a broke 1980s boricua from the hood FIRST before all else. he can get a 1998 toyota corolla running using nothing but a can of bustelo and a coat hanger. he can macgyver the most insane repair solutions you've ever seen this side of the equator. broke bitch car savant. that’s how much he loves cars.
barbara: graduated 'carguy' years ago in favor of becoming a 'space-nerd rocket science enthusiast'.
duke: his character debuted in 2013, not 1980-whatever. he watches anime. he doesn't know what any of that engine shit is and does NOT want to be asked to fix it, thank you very much. he loves motorcycles because they're swag and fucking cool as hell, not because he's built an identity around being a 'car guy'. he is trying to pass ap calculus and graduate high school and be a vigilante and an activist and still get at least some sleep lest he lose his marbles the way the rest of the bats clearly have. if the car he's in breaks down, he is NOT going to front like he knows how to fix it, he's gonna reach for his phone and make a goddamn call. (also, i hc him and steph being overall less dependent on cars in general. they grew up using public transit, and neither interacted with cars in the same capacity as jason had, so they consequently don't view private car ownership/maintenance to be as imperative as some of the other bats do. cass also deprioritizes car-knowledge, but for different reasons).
