☆ Don’t need a hero to save me!
pairings: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Duke Thomas x reader
summary: You think that Gotham’s favourite heroes arent the perfect vigilantes that people sought them out to be, which seems to catch your boyfriends attention.
warnings: based off of this request, kinda shitty because I rushed it, use of pet names, gn!reader (I think), not proofread
Dick Grayson
“Hey babe, what are you watching?” Dick plopped himself on the couch next to you, throwing one arm behind your head.
You were hunched over, eyes focused on the screen of your telephone.
“Huh? Oh- look at this, Dick!” You shoved the phone in his face. The video you played was one of Nightwing, doing tricks on a rooftop.
He grinned and looked so sure of himself. Too sure of himself.
“Yeah he’s pretty cool, don’t you think?”
You pulled your phone back. “Cool? He’s just a rich guy playing dress up!”
Dick stared at you, almost offended. “Well, I’m sure he’s definitely more than that.”
You scoffed, “He’s really not. I mean all these so called vigilantes are nothing but some rich people who think they’re better than everyone else. Think about how better off all of that money he spent on those-” you inhaled, “-God awful costumes would be if it was invested into projects for the community.”
Dick looked like he just suffered the biggest heartbreak of his life and his reaction did not go unnoticed.
“What’s wrong Dick?”
His voice cracked as he spoke, “You… think, his costumes are bad?”
You took in his shaken state and placed one hand over his.
“Well, I mean ‘Discowing’ wasn’t exactly a fashion phenomenon.” You chuckled lightly, “I’m sorry Dick I didn’t know you were a Nightwing fan.”
He shot his head up, blue eyes shining in the living room light.
“Im not… I just, why do you not like him? Do you just hate all superheroes?”
“He’s not a real superhero, Dick. He’s a rich dude who knows acrobatics.”
“Wha- then who do you consider a real superhero then!?”
You sighed dramatically, throwing your head back into his lap. “Oh, I don’t know, that flash guy is really cute. And his superpowers are cool.”
Your giggles came out playfully as Dick stared at you, his jaw slack.
“Seriously? The flash?”
You smiled, “Yeah. Come here now.”
One of your hands threaded through his black locks, pulling his face down so your lips could meet his.
Dick didn’t dare to protest and kissed you back, then pulled away for a second.
“Just for clarification, what would you want Nightwings costume to look like?”
Jason Todd
You were just done with work for the day, walking out of your office building when two men decided to corner you for your purse.
The two men were now lying on the floor, with none other than the Red Hood standing above them to land one last punch to the blonde haired man’s jaw.
You had watched the whole scene unravel from the corner of the alleyway you had found yourself in, eyes wide as followed the figure of the tall vigilante fight.
“You alright?” Red Hood crouched down to talk eye-level with you while you gathered your thoughts.
Something in you snapped as soon as heard his voice, words spilling out far too fast.
“Yeah. I could’ve handled the situation myself, by the way.”
Your chest heaved. Yes you were definitely scared shitless right now, but you were not going to give this man the satisfaction of your gratitude.
“Oh, Really?” You could hear his shit eating grin even under his mask.
“Yeah. I don’t need some guy with metal plastered on him like some wannabe batman to be able to defend myself.”
Red Hood scoffed, his voice lowering to a dangerous tone.
“Alright gorgeous. Wanna let me help you get home?”
You shoved a finger in his face, “Hey! I watch who you’re calling gorgeous! I have a boyfriend!”
He laughed. why won’t he back away already?!
“Yeah?”
“Yes. And he definitely wouldn’t like you talking to me that way. Mainly because I don’t like you talking to me that way!” You huffed, turning around to grab your purse as you tried to get up.
At literally the worst time possible the band of your heel snapped, making you tumble over to the man in black as you braced yourself on his chest.
You guys locked eyes (well, through his mask) for a few moments before you woke back to reality.
“Ugh-get your hands off me.” You pushed yourself off of him, making your way out from the alley.
He watched as you limped out into the streets.
“You going to walk home like that?”
You looked back at him, narrowing your eyes.
“-you know I can take you home right?”
The idea lingered in your head. Would it be stupid to walk home with a man you’ve never met before?
Yes, it would. It very much would be. That’s why you were now clinging to him like a maniac as he soared through the streets of Gotham with his motorcycle.
The cold air hit your face so you squeezed your eyes as closed as possible, trying to calm yourself down.
You only re-opened them once you felt him come to a stop.
“Hey pretty. We’re here.”
You grimaced at the nickname and stumbled off his bike.
“Do not call me that.”
Red hood apologised with a teasing tone that made you hate him even more.
“Sooo, not very fond of my hero persona? Most people don’t react like this when I save their lives.” He added.
“First of all, I had it under control. Second of all, I don’t appreciate random people thinking they’re above the law. Leave that stuff to the police.” You snapped back, readjusting your purse as you walked into your building.
“Good night.”
The clock read 2 am when you heard the front door click open.
You ran over, throwing your hands around your boyfriend’s neck as you let him pick you up.
“Jay! You won’t believe the day I just had.”
He grinned. “Oh really? Why don’t you let me get ready for bed, then you can tell me all about it.”
Duke Thomas
The bitter steam of the coffee you just ordered lingered around your nose as you brought the mug to your lips, waiting patiently in the cafe for your boyfriend to arrive.
You looked up when you heard the bell ding, seeing Duke stand in the middle of the doorframe with a big smile plastered on his face.
He walked over to you, placing a chaste kiss on your lips before pulling out a chair and sitting next to you.
“Hi.” He said.
“Hi Duke.” You smiled back.
You both started conversing about your day before the change of channels on the cafe TV caught your attention.
“It has appeared another crime scene was seen unraveling early this morning in Gotham. The superhero known as the signal seemed to take matters into his own hands. And while he succeeded, the perpetrator still managed to escape.” The brown haired news reporter said.
You didn’t notice the way Duke tensed up in his seat as you watched the screen.
“This is so stupid.” You mumbled under your breath.
“Huh-what did you say?” He replied.
You sighed, “Ugh-it’s just, why do we keep putting up with all this vigilante bullshit? When’s the last time you saw signal jail a guy without destroying public property?”
Duke laughed nervously, “Yeah, but come on baby, he’s saving lives.”
“At what cost though? And let’s not act like that suit was cheap either. That money could have been invested in schools! Do you know how fucked the Gotham school system is?!”
He gently rubbed his hand up and down your back as you continued to ramble on.
“I don’t understand! There are decent people like Bruce who’ll actually donate their money and not hog every last dollar to their multi-million dollar selves.” You grumbled. “Bet Batman never spent a single cent on charity, with his stupid fancy Batmobile-”
Duke watched you speaking passionately, eyes never leaving you. Oh if you only knew.
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a/n: I ran out of ideas in the end :(
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