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A lil break from animating to finish a wip I started almost a year ago 😅😅
I love the batboys 🥹🥹
Hope you like it and stay hydrated 💧💧
#8
Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne
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8: “I’ll have you know, I was the reigning tickle fight champion in my house growing up.”
"Tt," Damian grunts from his position on the couch. He was watching a rousing television show about a contemptuous relationship between a cartoon cat and mouse, when his brothers launched into some of the usual Wayne Manor roughhousing. He wasn't really upset about the noise or commotion, more so that Grayson was losing to Todd miserably in their wrestling match.
"Lihihittle Wihihing!" Dick squealed, desperately grappling for his younger brother's hands, "y- you- yohoure suhuhuch a cheater!"
"Oh, don't be so dramatic," Jason sighed, fingers digging evilly into his older brother's underarms. Dick snorted when his fingers lingered down to his ribs, rubbing the spots between them. "I'm like, twice your weight. I could've just sat on top of you and I would have won."
Dick didn't get to respond, since Damian's grunting, which had got increasingly louder, caught both Dick and Jason's attention, Jason's fingers slowing to a stop.
"What's wrong, Pint Sized?" Jason asked, head tilted to the side.
Damian answers the question, but addresses the answer to Dick, as if he'd been the one to ask, "Grayson, if you're going to interrupt my peace, could you at least try a little harder to win this immature brawl?"
Dick scoffs, raising his eyebrows and swatting at Jason to get off of him. “Little Wing, I’ll have you know, I was the reigning tickle fight champion in this house growing up.”
"Tt, that is hard to believe from this position, Grayson."
Dick squints his eyes, and looks from Damian to Jason. Jason smiles, getting up from the floor and heading towards the door. "This one's all you, Dickie. Good luck, Baby Bat, he'll make you regret that you said that."
Damian just rolls his eyes, and turns his attention back to the television as Dick picks himself up from the floor. He thinks nothing of it when Dick sits next to him on the couch, just assuming it's more of Dick's usual physical clinginess.
"I think it's time that I show you why Jason left so quick." Before Damian even has time to kiss his teeth or roll his eyes, Dick's fingers are scrambling up his tummy. Damian's face contorts into a rare expression for him, as he bursts into loud, bubbly laughter at the feeling of fingers on his tummy.
"Gr-Grayson! Thihis is immahahature!" Damian squeals.
"Dames, it just might be," Dick agrees, "but I just can't have my championship title be questioned in this house. I hope you can understand."
Ooooh! #17 whats there to be embarrassed about? Birdflash?
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17: "What's there to be embarrassed about?" - Inspired by this anon from last week!
"No- no, stop!" Wally gasped, crawling on the floor in an attempt to get away from Dick. His uni work had been discarded on the ground underneath the coffee table, Wally forgetting about it the moment Dick's fingers inched towards him, with that mischievous look on his face.
They ended up on the floor after a grapple, and Wally believed he'd be able to get away until he felt his boyfriend's hand wrap around his ankle, dragging him back across the floor.
"Stop," Wally said, trying for a seriousness in his tone, "Dick, no."
"What? I just want to hear you laugh. I think it's cute that your knees make you snort." Wally curses the day his boyfriend got bigger than him, curses his fast metabolism and whatever insane diet the bat put Dick on that turned him into a 6'0 wall of muscles.
"Shut up!" Wally groans, bringing his hands up to cover his reddening face. "This is mortifying."
"Mortifying?" Dick let out a surprised laugh, "What's there to be embarrassed about? It's just me, and I think it's adorable."
"Please, shut u- Dihihick!" Wally interrupted himself with a loud snort, his boyfriend's fingers wiggling over his kneecaps. Wally wasn't sure how he went this long without realizing his legs were so ticklish, but good god, he could've gone his whole life without knowing.
It was Dick's new favourite things about him, among others.
"Dick, it- Please! Ihit tickles soho bad!" Wally wails as Dick's fingers teasingly spider from his kneecaps down to his shins.
"Babe, I think your legs might be your worst spot," Dick's voice is serious, like he's giving some sort of diagnosis, but his grin splits his face in half. "Do you think the back is just as bad?"
"No. No, no. Dick. Nohoho! Ohoho my gohod!" Wally throws his head back against the plush carpet, his face turning redder and redder the more his snorts escape him. He's never felt anything this ticklish in his life, and he wants it, no, needs it, to stop.
Dick coos at Wally's snorting, pinching behind his boyfriend's knee just to hear him squeal. "Hmm, do you think your thighs are just as bad?"
"Dick- Don't even-" Wally is sent into another wave of hysterical laughter at the hands of his boyfriend. He didn't even know his thighs were ticklish. Something tells him, as he begs and giggles and snorts, that it won't be the last thing he learns about himself this afternoon.
Please, Call Zatanna
Fandom: DC
Ship: Mentioned Birdflash (haven't said this on my previous DC fics, but batcest shippers, please DNI)
Summary: If Dick had a nickel for each time he woke up in Jason's body, he'd have two nickels. At least this time he can take advantage of it.
Strangely, it’s not the first time that Dick has woken up in someone else’s body. Or the second, even. The first time was after a weird mission with the Titans, and he woke up in Bart’s body, buzzing like he was going to die if he didn’t move, starving like he hadn’t eaten in months. The second time, he woke up in Jason’s body, a familiar redhead in the bed next to him, a small child cuddled between him and Roy. He had jolted like he was electrocuted and stumbled to the manor while Lian and Roy still laid peacefully in bed. It was, without a doubt, not the highest on the list of ways that Jason would have liked to come out to his family, but none of them had made a big deal of it.
Okay, But Who Do You Main in Mario Kart?
Fandom: DC
Ship: JayRoy, Birdflash
Summary: Dick just wants to play Coin Runners, and Jason knows not to fight when Dick has that look on his face. Based on my belief that I could guess who someone mains in Mario Kart based on their personality, and this incredibly clever and big-brain anon. (ps, Dick would totally main Cat Peach)
“I fucking hate Coin Runners,” Jason sighs, watching his older brother choose the next game for them to play, “can we just do another race, dickhead?”
“No,” Dick whines, “I love Coin Runners and we haven’t even played once.”
“Yeah,” Jason groans, “because it sucks.” He looks towards Roy in hopes that he’ll choose a side, but is just met with an apathetic expression.
The City Needs Its Hero
Fandom: Batfam
Ship: N/A
Summary: Robin Jason forces Dick to play the part of an endangered civilian, well he, of course, plays the part of Batman, saving the city from certain doom. (AKA fluff but also kind of heartbreaking because Batman, does not in fact always save the day...) Day ten of Miya and Mia’s Tickletober: cloak!
“I am,” Jason says, attempting to make his voice gruff, “the Batman.”
“Batman, save me!” Dick shouts, flailing on the carpet.
“On my way to save the day!” Jason jumps into a flip, and Dick notices milliseconds too late that Jason is going to take a fall, the cape far too long for him to land gracefully on his feet. Jason himself realizes too late and lands with a thud on his back, his body covered completely in the cloak as the cowl clatters to the side.
“Jason?” Dick yells, rushing over to his brother, “Little Wing, are you alright?”