Bruce was a lot more flexible when he was younger, so he was always doing flips and tricks with Dick. He could keep up with him
Anytime Dick showed him a new move, Bruce bounced back if he fell or got hurt. It was fun. It was almost as if he were back in the circus and able to do gymnastics with everyone
As he got older and more damaged, his body wasn’t able to move like before. So he bulked up to exchange his flexibility and speed for power and stability
It’s just another thing time and age took away from Dick
Hello dear! Would you write a smau with batboys where they freak out when discovering they are in the hospital? It doesn't need to be anything serious like, reader may just have a cold idk 😛
The thing would be the reader not bothering telling their partner because they don't believe he would care because of past experiences while the batboys are like "OF COURSE I WANT TO MAKE YOU COMPANY IN THE HOSPITAL???? I LOVE YOU?????"
Thank you very much <3
Why didn't you tell me
featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Bruce Wayne
Apparently, the hard part of dating as a single-parent isn't introducing your boyfriend to your children
The hard part is actually convincing your children that said boyfriend is Hal Jordan aka someone who is essentially the co-worker you have been ranting about for the better part of almost, 20 years
The script of telling each child had been as follows: "wait you're dating Hal Jordan" (yes) — "don't you hate him?" (hate is a strong word) — "how long have you been together" (long enough to know we are serious about it)...... and then the rest of the conversation dissolves in various ways
Jason makes a half-joke, saying "Eh, I'd give you both about 5 weeks before you guys go back to hating each other's guts"..... then 5 weeks past and Hal is cooking the family breakfast while Bruce watches him like he molded the moon himself. Jason is conflicted for several reasons, most of it boiling down to: "Ain't no fucking way the old man has stronger game than I do"
Cass laughs and goes "silly dad, you're playing with the green man's feelings for a plan aren't you" and keeps up with that belief... until one day where she saw Hal and Bruce, even in-uniform, cozy'd up to each other, and all she reads from their body language is honest, true love. later she is found cornering Hal Jordan and staring him in the eyes, saying "I can smell fear. Remember that." Hal is terrified. never mind that he's a whole foot taller than the girl.
Dick, daddy's boy, literally says "nu-uh"...... even when Bruce proposes to Hal a few years later, Dick is maintaining plausible deniability that his dad now has someone else to fixate on except his precious children, specifically his eldest child
Tim, daddy's boy #2, goes on a stalking spree on Hal. why? sometimes he says he thinks Bruce is doing it to catch Hal in some act or another. sometimes he insists he wants to make sure Hal's intentions ("You know, normal people do shovel talks" — "Cameras will foresee what a grave can't, my dear Steph"). Barbara has to lock him out of the internet sphere for a week because he went as far as to try and build a satellite to follow Hal to Oa
Damian is surprisingly the tamest, believing his father did a fine job at choosing the Greatest Green Lantern to Ever Live™ to be his partner. Bruce is almost happy. then a few days later, Hal calls him panicking because "your youngest gerbil is here and he's insisting that I help him succeed a lantern ring"
Bruce is at least a little sorry, but Hal? Nah, he sees this as a challenge. He's winning over all of them by Christmas, this he swears.
[cut to Alfred Pennyworth threatening him at gunpoint for coming to the manor with flowers because are you suggesting I cannot give my son employer his own flowers, good sir?]
I don't know if you've done something like this, could you do a smau with DC men where reader is more of a cold blooded person (black cat? methinks?) and they get excited whenever shown affection??????
alone with you
dick, jason, & wally x fem!reader
the only person you really wanna be around right now is him
content: mostly fluff, kind of more crash out!reader for wally's, dick & wally's are suggestive, I was tryyyying to get the vibe of the ask for you anon, but I don't think I was able to pull it off very well, I hope you still enjoy!
context : what if the neglected reader finds the book of king in yellow and ends up marrying an eldritch horror being
Chapter 1 , Chapter 2
Bruce never thought this would happen.
Not to you
No one thought this would happen to you.
Bruce had tried his best to give you a normal life.
A normal life.
Without aliens, mutants, killers, killer clowns, man-eating plants.A life without having to become Robin.
This was the only thing he could do for you and your mother.
After all,
it was Bruce's mistake that your mother was killed in that way.
If Bruce could have taken proper care of Jason, none of this would have happened.
Bruce knew Lilia never truly had romantic feelings for him.
Yes, they were friends (more like acquaintances) and had slept together a few times,
but Lilia never truly had romantic feelings for Bruce, although Bruce had thought about marrying Lilia a few times.
He had often thought about the possibilities if Lilia hadn't died.Maybe he could have convinced Lilia to marry him, even if it was for money. Y/N would have been born in the mansion, would have befriended Dick and Jason from childhood.
Maybe Lilia would be alive now, and you wouldn't be missing, and everyone would be in the mansion at this moment.But no.You were missing.
And the one who noticed your disappearance wasn't Bruce.
It wasn't Dick.
It wasn't Jason.
It wasn't Stephanie.
It wasn't Cass.
It wasn't Damian.
It wasn't Duke.
It wasn't even Alfred.
The one who noticed your disappearance was an old cemetery guard whom you only visited once a week
And when he saw you hadn't visited the cemetery for two weeks, he got worried and called the police.
Every time Bruce thought about this, a bitter bile of self-hatred rose in his throat;
he was Batman and hadn't even noticed his own daughter was missing for two weeks.
Since then, Bruce had been doing everything he could to hear a sign, a trace, a rumor of you.
He had investigated, asked Clark for help, asked the Justice League for help, questioned villains, checked street cameras, but there was no trace of you. Clark heard no sound from you anywhere in the world, Flash had searched everywhere but there was no trace of you,
as if you had never existed!
Finally,
Bruce searched your room,
hoping he might find something there.Your room was full of paintings, most of them completed,
but you still had one painting you were working on, and now it remained unfinished.
Papers full of poems and texts covered your desk.
Bruce never knew you were interested in art.
If Bruce had paid attention,
would you have liked to give him random information about your favorite painter?
Would you have liked to force Bruce to come with you to art museums?
Would you have liked Bruce to read your writings?
In any case, it was no use.
You had been missing for a year.
Bruce didn't want to think about the possibility that you might be dead.
Bruce ran a hand over his face and sat on the edge of your bed, letting out a shaky sigh and trying to ignore the tears that had wet his eyes.
Dick wasn't doing well.
No one was doing well.
Bruce's investigations led nowhere.
And you had been missing for a whole year.
And guilt was eating Dick alive.
Dick should have been there, he should have taken you to the cemetery, he should have walked with you every Friday.
Then maybe he could have protected you from whatever happened that day in the cemetery.
Dick should have acted like an older brother.
He could still remember the first time he saw you.
You were a very small child, wearing a sweater with a cat on it and your hair tied with a barrette.Seeing this innocence after Jason's death made Dick want to cry.
But you never liked Dick as a child.Dick tried to get close to you, but you seemed to avoid him.
Dick was really a terrible older brother....
Damian didn't want to accept that you were dead.
Everyone had given up.
Bruce hadn't been able to find any evidence of you.Bruce had given up hope of finding you.
Alfred still cried some nights, looking at your childhood photos. There weren't many photos of you, which only fueled Damian's anger.
Dick was depressed.
Jason was more violent, killing every villain he could, hoping that maybe one of them was your killer.
Tim was investigating to find out how you died.
Stephanie tried to pretend she was fine, but she wasn't the same Stephanie anymore.
Cass tried her best to comfort Stephanie.
Her older sister was missing.
And everyone was forgetting you, pretending you were dead!
You weren't dead!
Damian was sure you weren't dead.
You couldn't die.
Even if it was your body, Damian would find you and take you to the Lazarus Pit.You would be fine.
Damian was sure.Damian wouldn't let you die!
Y/N Martha Wayne, told to be missing .
News reports stated that the Wayne family was offering a large sum of money to anyone who could find their daughter.
But there was no trace of Y/N.
And it had been a year since anyone had any news about the missing person's whereabouts, or whether they were alive or dead.
It was said that the last time the missing person was seen,at 8 PM, a cemetery guard saw the missing person, with disheveled clothes, messy hair, a pale and thin face, barefoot, and clutching an item tightly to their chest, leaving the cemetery.
The guard said they had tried many times to stop and call out to the missing person, but the missing person continued on their way.
If you see any sign of Y/N Martha Wayne, alive or dead, please contact the Wayne family at their number.
_ Gotham News Announcement
( here's the part 2 , we got a batfam pov , so it was short , I promise future chapters will be longer , hope you guys liked it , leave comments about what you think of it ) and also yes reader's middle name is Martha .
✴︎ UPDATE: AITA for accidentally encouraging my brother's situationship to end things with him? (part 2) ✴︎
⁂ op (pt 1)
richard grayson x gn reader
(ft. jason todd)
slight crack fic
contains: swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption by reader
wc: ~1.7k
banner from @cafekitsune
tl;dr after red hood accidentally intervenes in nightwing's situationship which resulted in him getting dumped over voicemail, dick grayson threatens asks jason todd to clean up the mess he's made.
"this is ridiculous," jason todd grumbles into his comm line.
"yeah, and it's all your fault, so you owe me."
"if you had better communication skills, none of this would've happened."
"jason."
there's a sharp edge to dick grayson's voice, serving as both a warning and a subtle reminder that jason needs to right his wrongs.
"alright, alright," he groans, "now can you get off my ass? i'll handle it."
the line cuts and jason lets out a sigh. how was he supposed to know your situationship was his own brother? on a surface level, anyone would think you were getting played by some immature jackass. getting blown off four times in one week is crazy, but considering the fact that your situationship is secretly nightwing, it's a valid explanation—not an excuse—for his behavior.
presently, red hood is stationed atop a building on the corner of your street, his eyes meticulously scanning the sidewalks in search of you. a cool breeze whistles through the night as he waits. it's been a little over 24 hours since the chance encounter that ended in a passionate voicemail and dick's relationship status going from unofficially taken to sad and single. the game plan his brother devised is simple—find you, list all of dick's good qualities, and beg convince you to give him another chance. jason is unsure how or why a recommendation from red hood will magically fix everything, and thus, he has a sneaking suspicion that this is actually some public humiliation ritual, an elaborate punishment for accidentally meddling in dick's love life.
below him, the stream of pedestrians shuffling along the busy intersection begins to thin. there's a few people here and there, yet still no sign of you. do you enjoy lurking the gotham streets at night or something? jason shakes his head in disapproval. not only does he think that's extremely dangerous, but also, his patience is wearing thin. it's damn near 2am and your apartment sits dark and quiet.
finally, there's a glimmer of hope in the form of a bright yellow taxi. the car pulls up to the front of your building and stalls there for a few moments, no passengers coming in or out. jason steps closer to the edge of the rooftop, holding his breath, praying that you've finally decided to come home. then, the door haphazardly swings open.
"took you long enough," he mutters to himself.
he doesn't move just yet. he needs to make a few observations before he enters the fray. with the press of a button, he pages nightwing.
"what's your status, little wing?"
"got eyes on the target right now."
"what are you waiting for?" dick huffs. "go, already!"
"wait," jason pauses. "i think they're...drunk."
based on the way you miss the curb and almost eat shit the second you step out of the cab and subsequently grapple for the nearest tree trunk in front of you to regain your balance, you are, without question, drunk. the sway of your body even as you hold onto the tree trunk for dear life only further corroborates his theory.
"okay, and?"
"dude, they're drunk," jason deadpans, "they're not gonna listen to me."
"you are not aborting the mission."
"this is not a mission, dick."
"no, no, you're right. mistake is more like it—specifically your mistake—so get your ass down there and fix it," he hisses back.
~
taking two whole minutes to climb a flight of stairs comprised of somewhere between 8-10 steps is entirely unnecessary, but your world is spinning and the bass from the club is still reverberating in your ears, so taking your sweet time is entirely warranted right now. therefore, using that same logic, spending another whole minute to fish for your keys is also quite warranted right now.
what started out as a debrief with your friends about the end of your situationship over drinks and appetizers turned into you getting absolutely obliterated. one drink turned into two and then three. by the end of the night, your drink tally ended in a total of five drinks and three shots. though your friends insisted it's a celebration to you being single again, admittedly, you treated it as a night out to cope with cutting dick grayson out of your life. you hate how much you miss him. his wide smile, full-chested laughter, and those pretty blue eyes are burned into your memory. you're not sure if you'll ever truly forget him.
"hello."
you whip your head around, the brief reminiscence of your ex-situationship interrupted by the voice behind you.
"red hood here."
god, you really should've said no to that third shot because no way in hell red hood is standing before you again. your friends were already keeling over dying laughing that of all people, red hood was the one who finally got through to you, and you're still recovering from the absurdity of that yourself.
last night, red hood carried himself the way you'd expect a vigilante to—forthright and intimidating—but much to your surprise, he is far more earnest and less roguish than the headlines make him out to be. tonight, however, on the stoop of your building entrance, he seems uncertain of himself. he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his greeting accompanied by an awkward wave. it's almost as if he's here against his will, like there's some invisible gun being held to his head.
"i was hoping to speak to you 'bout my close personal friend, dick grayson."
"excuse me?" you sputter, offended at the mention of his name.
jason tenses for a moment, deeply discouraged by your response, yet he forces himself to persist.
"yes, dick grayson is my close personal friend," he treads carefully like you're a ticking time bomb that's seconds away from exploding. "i promise you, he's a great guy. he's funny and sweet and...handsome."
it physically pains jason to utter that final descriptor of dick. he is almost fully convinced that there's a hidden camera somewhere around here that dick, tim, cass, steph, duke, and damian are watching live from the batcave. hell, alfred is probably serving them popcorn right now and joining in on the watch party. why else would dick give him a script and threaten force him to memorize it word-for-word?
your face contorts into disgust as you stare at red hood in disbelief, struggling to process that not only does he personally know dick, but also, that he's trying so hard to pitch him to you. the disgust morphs into disappointment and now, you feel entirely betrayed. sure, you just recently became acquainted with red hood, but that interaction single-handedly restored your faith in humanity. now, he's reinforcing your pre-existing notion that people suck and men just happen to be the leading charge.
"after everything we've been through, you're switching up on me?" you ask incredulously.
jason's heart pounds in his chest. he takes a step back.
"what happened to 'i deserve better'? is it bros before hoes now?"
you don't mean to, but your voice grows louder, and you're full-on yelling at red hood.
"how can you do this to me? i trusted you!"
your words cut him deeper than he'd like to admit. the guilt that follows is immediate and crushing. he mentally deems this worthy of a spot in the list of top ten most remorse-inducing moments of his life. if the others really are watching this interaction live, they must be on the edge of their seats right now, alfred's popcorn forgotten.
jason squeezes his eyes shut. to hell with this fuckass script.
"look, last night, i didn't know all the details. if i knew the jackass you were cryin' over was dickhead, i wouldn't have told you all that. not 'cause we're close, but 'cause he's got a lot on his plate. there's personal stuff going on that he's not ready to share yet, but i swear to you, he really is a good guy."
you nod hesitantly. it's not the most reassuring reaction, but it's enough for jason to keep going.
"he's super smart, he's good with people, and even though we have our differences, he's the best brother i could ever ask for."
"he's your brother?"
fuck.
"...brother from another mother...! ...my brother in spirit...!"
his horrible attempt at lying adds onto the debilitating sense of guilt that jason presently feels towards you.
"okay...?"
"you're gonna have to be patient with him before he comes clean 'bout everything. and he needs to work on prioritizing you. but you won't regret it.
so please, give him another shot."
red hood stops talking, and everything goes quiet. rather than an awkward wingman, the person in front of you is the same passionate and genuine vigilante you met last night. this is the red hood you know. this is the guy who empowered you with his fiery support to cut off your situationship, and now, he's using the same support to implore you to get back with dick. it's a strange paradox, but you can tell he's being sincere.
and honestly? it's all the reason you need to take out your phone and unblock dick grayson on everything, including spotify.
with a small smile, you look back up at him.
"i can't believe that actually worked," he breathes, "i was pulling that outta my ass."
"i think speaking from the heart is a better way to put it," you chuckle.
"man, dickhead owes me big time for this."
"tell dickhead that he's got until tomorrow night to make it up to me. maybe some flowers, a heart-to-heart over a nice dinner, and dessert?"
he nods and you wonder if he's smiling under that bright red helmet, too.
"noted. i'll pass the message onto him."
~
"red hood, come in."
"i'm here."
"status report?"
"done. new objective for you, dickhead, don't fuck it up again."
a/n: thank you so much to everyone who's been interacting with pt 1, it means so much to me <3 i hope you also enjoy pt 2!
⭑ 𓂃 18+ | dick grayson getting cucked by wally west.
#drabble.ᐟ ⸝⸝ cuck!dick grayson ⸝⸝ bull!wally west ⸝⸝ teasing&dirty talk ⸝⸝ p in v ⸝⸝ MDNI ! art by robin-vb
✦ masterlist ╱ dc masterlist 𓏼 ͜͜
the apartment was completely isolated from the distant city noise, the air’s heavy and thick with the sharp tang of sweat, slick arousal, and that heady musk of sex.
the bed dipped under all three of you, sheets already twisted and damp. dick was right there on the edge of the mattress, back propped against the headboard, legs spread as he stroked his hard cock slow and tight in his fist. his jeans were shoved down his thighs, shirt open, eyes locked on the sight in front of him with that intense focus mixed with a hungry—no, starved ache.
you’d known dick was a cuck. it wasn’t exactly a secret—he’d mention it, sometimes. toss in a joke about a threesome. a joke about you fucking wally. he was practically asking for it at that point. and who were you to deny your boyfriend his sexual fantasies?
you were flat on your back, legs wrapped high around wally’s waist as the speedy bastard fucked you deep and steady. his freckled back flexed and glistened with sweat—as well as a few fresh scratches. red hair messy and sticking to his forehead, cock plunging into your soaked cunt with wet, filthy slaps. every thrust made your tits bounce, your pussy clenching greedily around his thick length, juices coating him and dripping down to the sheets.
“fuck,” wally groaned, that cocky grin flashing as he rolled his hips harder, one hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider. his voice was all casual heat and teasing. “your pussy’s so fucking tight and wet, sucking me in like it doesn’t wanna let go. you always get this sloppy when dickie’s watching?” he glanced over at dick with a playful smirk, still pounding into you. “hey dickie, you good over there? looking pretty worked up, man.”
dick let out a low, breathy chuckle that was soon followed by a filthy groan, his fist pumping a little faster, pre-cum slicking every stroke as he watched wally’s cock disappear into your cunt again and again. “yeah, walls, i’m good,” he said, voice smooth with that easy grayson charm even through the strain of trying not to blow his load then and there. “just enjoying the view. you’re really laying into her. keep making her sound like that.” his free hand gripped the sheets, eyes flicking to you with heat and care. “you okay, baby? enjoying this?”
you moaned loud, arching up into wally’s thrusts, one hand reaching to grip dick’s thigh right next to you. the feel of his warm skin under your fingers while another man’s cock filled you made everything that much hotter. “oh god, yeah… wally’s cock is so deep, dick,” you gasped, voice teasing and breathy as you looked right at him. “he’s fucking me so good. you like being my little cuck, huh? sitting there touching yourself while he ruins me? look how hard you are… it’s turning you on so much, isn’t it?”
wally laughed bright and quick, leaning down to suck a hot mark onto your neck while he kept thrusting, balls slapping against you with every deep push. “damn, hear that? your girl’s got a mouth on her tonight.” he sped up just a bit, enough to make your toes curl and your cunt pulse around him, the slick sounds louder, your moans mixing with the creak of the bed. “c’mon gorgeous, tell him more. tell your cuck boyfriend how my cock’s hitting spots his can’t reach.” wally’s smirk was downright filthy when he looked up at dick, his face just as flushed but his dignity still intact. dick couldn’t say as much.
dick’s breath hitched hard, his hand moving quicker on his leaking cock, cheeks flushed but that wry smile still there as he bit into his bottom lip. the teasing words hit him like sparks, making him throb visibly in his grip. “fuck… yeah,” he murmured, voice rough but warm, eyes dark with want as he watched. “tease me all you want. you look so fucking hot like this, taking him.”
you grinned through another moan, nails digging into dick’s thigh as wally hit that perfect spot again, making your walls flutter. “that’s right, baby… watch him fuck me. you love this, don’t you? getting harder every time i say it. stroke faster for me, dick. show me how much you like sharing.”
“that’s my girl,” wally teased, obliging with deeper, filthier strokes, sweat dripping from his chest onto your skin. “hang on tight, princess. we’re just getting started, and dickie’s got front row seats.”
the room was pure heat—skin slapping wetly, heavy breathing, the scent of all three of you tangled together. dick stayed right there on the bed, close enough to touch, stroking himself raw while watching and listening, that jealous ache mixing with pure filthy want in the best kind of clusterfuck. literally.
