#nioghtwing

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A yandere getting pampered and obsessed over by their reader, perhaps? Getting to be the one that's the focus and maybe even needing ti talk down reader from stabbing a bitch?

Sadly no stabbing a bitch, that kind of didn't fit the idea I had for Dick's story (Though there would have been considering of a stabbing in the one I had started to think up for Brucie-baby). I really liked the prompt and it inspired me quite a bit, but in the end I fear my story didn't actually capture what you wanted completely... But it's still something I did and that's enough for me at the moment. Hope it's any good.

Valentines Dress

Yandere!Dick Grayson x fem!reader Summary: With what little resources you have at your disposal, you’ve been hard at work planning something, keeping it secret from your captors. This was the make or break moment. The only question…How will Dick react to your little stunt?

A/N: I know em-dashes are an AI indicator, but no AI could churn out this. Trust. Also, AI can rip dashes out of my cold, dead hands. I love them too much.

The dress was the most difficult part. Everything else you could sort of improvise, but you couldn't exactly go ahead and ask for a new dress. Sure, Dick would probably jump over himself in joy at getting to buy you something pretty. Hell, he'd just be happy that you ask him for anything at all. You swear, if he had a tail, it'd wag every time you asked him to bring you a glass of water or a blanket or anything. But his excitement was exactly the issue. He'd want to know what for and then he'd unravel all the thread you so perfectly braided into your plan. So - without much choice left (given you weren't exactly allowed to leave the apartment to go shopping unsupervised and you knew everyone he trusted with your 'safety' would tell him everything that happened, even if you begged them not to) - you elect to do it yourself. The fabric is the easiest part, Dick is a tall, muscular guy, so it's easy to find one of his simple black, long-sleeved workout shirts and make it disappear from his closet without him noticing. The thread...was more complicated. That stuff wasn't exactly lying around, especially not in this apartment. Dick made sure to have his supplies for patching up his suit (or himself) locked away - all because you tried to stab him one time with scissors. Ridiculous, really. But you do find a way. The blue, knitted horse plush always rubbed you the wrong way. It was - quite frankly - hideous. It also didn't really have any emotional attachment for you towards Dick either. It was just one of many he gave you when you first had your period while in his...care. It took a while, but soon you had taken most of the body apart and secured yourself the threat. Even if it was annoyingly thick and difficult to work with. You already figured getting a pair of scissors was impossible, but you could work with that. You didn't have a lot of sewing knowledge on how to make something extravagant out of the shirt, so you'd take it a little more simple. But that left one thing over. A needle. As the week passes by, you figure that your entire plan was for naught, but then...a miracle. Dick comes home with a bad slash in his side and he lets you help clean him up. He was so out of it at the end of sewing himself up, that he left the needle lying out in the open. You pocket it before cleaning the rest away. Ideally, Dick would be none the wiser.

The sewing was a pain. Getting the shirt to become more dress like was easy. Sure, it would be short and you had nothing to shorten the sleeves with, but with a few strategic stitches, you managed to pull most of the excess fabric to the back and inside. It made your back look a little lumpy when wearing it, but it did the thing you wanted to. It accentuated your figure. Dick would like it for that alone. But after, with so much thread left and an irking need to do something as you waited for the days to pass, you start doing your amateur best to stitch the fabric to have a...well, a pattern. It was mostly just blue lines and swirls growing up the right side of the dress. It wasn't exactly pretty, but it at least looked like more than just a strangely sewn together shirt. Finally - the day arrives - February the fourteenth. The entire morning you've been preening with excitement at having been able to keep your plan a secret. Sure...you did feel awfully reminiscent of that one time when you'd been with Dick for just a few months and he'd allowed you a few more Privileges and you'd started to carefully plan your escape. It had worked too, you believed, right up until you opened the apartment door and there he was. Looking disappointed, but definitely not surprised. You'd lost out-of-room privilege for almost two months after that. But even if this was some sort of trust-fall test - Dick seeing if he could trust you a little more now, slowly feeding you chances you'd be able to take to work towards escape only to see how you'd react - it didn't seem like he knew about the extend of your plan. You'd have to be content with that.

When Dick arrives - fresh from work, a bag filled with everything he could think of that he could gift you for Valentines-day - soft music is playing in his Apartment. He manages to hide his smile as he plays the clueless 'boyfriend' while walking into the dining room. The walls were lit up by the nighttime star-projector he'd taken with him when...rescuing you from your former life (Rescue from what? From being without him by your side, of course). He figured that was your replacement for candles since he had made sure there were no lighters or matches anywhere you could reach them (though maybe, he'd be able to ease some of those rules soon...). The Dinner table was set with everything except utensils (he didn't allow you near knifes while unsupervised) and, well, food (He didn't even feel guilty for locking any cocking equipment away from you, the thought of you burning yourself...he couldn't take it). He could fix all of that, maybe order your favorite Takeout as a reward for being so thoughtful as to actually try to plan something for Valentines-day. Before he can even start to make concrete plans though, his breath hitches. You come into the room, looking so beautiful in the projector light. Your face seemed shy, but he couldn't possibly understand why. You were the most gorgeous creature he'd ever laid eyes on (that's why he took you in the first place). To you, the dress may seem crude and amateur-ish, but to him...it was the thing the woman he loved the most in the entire universe wore. That alone made it an invaluable dress in his eyes. Oh...and how he couldn't wait to carefully take it off of you later (so that he could preserve it, he'd have more to rip off of you some other day).