Like best friends do ୨୧ ⁺
𝜗ৎ tags/tw: tons of fluff!!, idiots in love, reader and dick are oblivious to their feelings, liiight angst if you squint, subtle flirting, banter, swearing, jealous dick!!!, not proofread
ও˖ ࣪⊹ pairing: dick grayson x f!reader
𝜗ৎ a/n: this is my redemption post from writing #evil dick grayson lololol i had LOOOTS of fun writing this, this is my dick grayson your honour! they're cuties, anyways hope you enjoy<3
─ ⊹ ‧₊ Like lovers do
Being Dick Grayson's best friend meant you got to go to lots of galas. Not that you particularly enjoyed them, but he always gave you a Wayne Enterprises credit card to spend on whatever you wanted for said galas, be it hair, makeup, accessories, shoes, dresses, you name it. How he got those cards you didn't know, but you suspected it involved a lot of sweet talking Bruce Wayne. Either way, now you had a small but nice collection of beautiful floor gowns that fit you like a glove, you never went crazy on your spendings because it made you feel bad (and also because your closet barely fit you inside), so you rotated between the dresses you had and absolutely loved.
Despite all of its privileges, being Dick's best friend was not for the weak. Mainly because he was really charming. Way too charming, perfect even.
And you were so gone for him.
It actually made you sad to think about, because Dick was just nice. He helped old ladies with their groceries, he talked to everyone like he wasn't a celebrity, hell he was Nightwing, for heaven's sake! Anything that he did couldn't be read into because he treated you like he treated everyone (well, that's what you thought at least, his family would disagree).
So what if the two of you cuddled while watching movies? So what if he had an extra toothbrush at your apartment and you had one at his? What if he didn't let you spend Valentine's Day alone because he knew it made you feel lonely? And every other holiday because your family didn't live in Gotham so he started inviting you to his family's celebrations? Those are totally normal platonic best friends things! Any good best friend would do that. Yup. You had unreciprocated feelings for Dick Grayson and it was fine!
Let's totally ignore the lovesick looks he throws your way that everyone, but you, notices.
But anyways! Back to the galas, he once again begged you to come to tonight's gala, he needed a plus one and you couldn't let him fend for himself, as he sadly told you. He was so dramatic. For some reason you even got a private driver to the gala this time! You asked him why that was needed and he said he wanted to spoil you. Okay? Were you his daughter or what? You didn't say no, though! It was really cool being driven to a fancy gala in a fancy car in your fancy dark blue gown. Ugh, you wish you were rich.
When you arrived, Dick was waiting for you at the Manor's entrance. You had told him earlier that week that you were going to wear your dark blue dress (that suspiciously matched his suit colours), and he didn't really seem to pay that much attention, but he was wearing a tie that perfectly matched your dress' color. Huh. You weren't going to say anything.
“There's my favourite girl!” He gave you a bear hug and lifted you up, making you giggle, and that was enough for you to pretend he didn’t just call you his favorite girl.
“Dick, you're going to crush my ribs. And you're going to wrinkle my dress, which is far more important.”
He laughed earnestly before setting you down. “My bad, I'm just excited to see you, we haven't been together in what, a week?”
“Yeah, I know. Your life is super boring without me. I'm still mad at you for missing our movie night, though.”
“I swear I'll make it up to you. But c'mon, you can't pretend you didn't like seeing me in the news kicking ass.” He was wiggling his brows.
“Dick, my sweet sweet best friend, you got your ass beat. I'd say you were being kicked badly not kicking. I was praying you'd win the fight, and you barely made it.” He gasped like you just insulted his whole bloodline.
“Excuse me? I was doing really well, thank you very much. I just had a bit of trouble like.. an hour into the fight–” The two of you went in while he rambled about his ‘glorious’ fight, and what movies you should watch for your next movie night.
During the first hour Dick stayed glued to your side. Even when business partners tried to stir him away to pry about Wayne Enterprises, and even when hot models tried to get him to give them a tour (which definitely wasn't about a tour around the manor, and which you hated very much!!). He kept his hand at your lower back the whole time, and he even introduced you to some important looking people. It was nice, especially because he usually dipped like half an hour after the galas started, you understood he didn't do it on purpose but it still sucked.
Well, it was all going pretty well and you were actually having fun until he had to leave you to have some business talk with some random bald annoying guy, and then he just disappeared. Great! Now you were alone and you didn't know where his brothers were either (probably hiding away), so you started to wander like you usually did.
Eventually you got bored of just watching rich people laughing richly, so you settled yourself on the sidelines of the room you were in. You knew Dick couldn't control this, he was kind of working in these galas, but it still tugged at your heart. Sometimes it was too much, the business partners, the people that just wanted to talk to him, the models. Especially the models, because they were gorgeous. And he didn't deserve anything else than drop dead gorgeous, he was literally voted as the most good looking Wayne heir, how could you ever deserve that? Like, that man even picked up modeling jobs just because he was bored sometimes.
You were so lost in your head that you didn't notice when a cute looking guy approached you.
“What's such a beautiful woman doing all alone?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked at him. He was slightly taller than Dick, and he seemed nervous to be approaching you. You noticed how a stubborn curl seemed to fall on his forehead and how his glasses were a bit crooked.
You smiled at the compliment and shrugged. “My company for tonight left me alone so I decided to have a look around alone.” The word ‘partner’ almost slipped you, but you didn't know if this guy knew Dick and you didn't want to start a rumour about a no one apparently dating the Dick Grayson.
“Well, your company is very dumb to do that. I'm Carl Rogers, nice to meet you..” He extended his hand and you took it, replying with your name.
“It's nice to meet you too, Carl. So, what do you do?”
“I have a small tech startup company. It's nothing big, I got a scholarship from Wayne Enterprises and Mr. Wayne kept a close eye on me ever since. I've actually had the honour to talk to him some times, he's really nice.”
“Oh, so you also aren't rich rich like everyone else here?” You asked playfully and he laughed honestly.
“No, not at all. Mr. Wayne actually invited me, I was pretty shocked and kind of scared but I'd be dumb to not come.” So that's why he looked so nervous. It was nice to see someone more of your financial status. “They all laugh so… richly. It's weird.”
“Oh my god, that's what I've been saying! It's like a default setting.” The two of you laughed and started walking around.
“So you're not rich either, huh?”
“Nah, my uh– company is, though. I'm here as a plus one.”
“Ah, I see. I'd also bring you as my plus one, you're more beautiful than all the models here combined.” Okay that flustered the both of you, you could tell he wasn't used to being so bold with women and it was really sweet. You blushed at his compliment, but before you could reply, Dick appeared in front of you.
He had been keeping an eye on you ever since he left you alone, he hated doing that to you but he had no choice. The moment he saw Carl walking up to you, his eye twitched. Carl was a nice guy, honest, and he seemed to have a bright future ahead of him at Wayne Enterprises, did that mean he could just stroll up to you and ride into the sunset? No! And yes, Dick knew that was what Carl wanted. You were drop dead gorgeous, he knew that, and he knew he had no claim on you whatsoever, but that didn't keep him from being jealous. Or from cutting the conversation he was having and pretty much sprinting to you.
"There's my girl! I've been looking for you everywhere."
Okay so he was going crazy with calling you ‘my girl’ tonight.
You looked at him, slightly shocked, because firstly, where did he come from? Secondly, he left you alone and now was supposedly looking for you everywhere? Yeah right. "Well, you disappeared, so I looked for company elsewhere."
Carl looked between the two of you with wide eyes. The Dick Grayson was your company? Oh my god. He never talked to pretty girls, and the moment he did, he chose Dick Grayson's girl! At least it looked like you were with the way he was subtly shooting daggers at him with his eyes. He really didn't want to anger his boss's son.
"You're together?"
Before you could say anything, Dick threw his arm around your shoulders.
"Yeah, we are, we're even matching, see?" He proceeded to point at his dark blue tie that matched your dress. So he noticed that, huh. It made you think his tie choice wasn't that innocent after all. You didn't see the death glare he was sending Carl's way.
"Aw man, that's cute. I'll uh– leave you guys to it then." You watched as Carl quickly disappeared into the crowd with a slightly concerned look. After he was gone, you turned to Dick.
"What was that?" That was like, one of the weirdest interactions you've ever had with him. It felt like he was staking a claim on you so the other guy wouldn't talk to you..?
"What was what? Anyway, come on, Bruce wanted to talk to you. Says he hasn't seen you in a while and wants to catch up, you know how he is."
Before you could call him out on evading your question, he was already dragging you to Bruce, who was a bit further away talking to some business partners. As soon as he saw the two of you approach, Bruce dismissed the men he was talking to so he could speak with you in peace. You all made small tall before Dick bolted once again, so weird.
"What's wrong with him today?" Bruce asked you playfully.
"I have no idea, Mr. Wayne. He's been acting all weird the whole night. Honestly, I think he's plotting something."
Bruce laughed softly. "I've already told you to call me Bruce, no need for all that politeness. But yes, you do have a point. I was hoping you kept him grounded today, we wouldn't want him to turn his usual energy into swinging in the chandeliers."
That got a real laugh out of you. "Oh, he wouldn't, I think he has outgrown that."
Then, a very unimpressed and bored Damian spoke up. "Tt, you'd be surprised."
20 minutes later...
Dick was swinging in the chandelier.
And the fucker was waving at you too! Honestly, you were too tipsy to even care, you promised yourself you wouldn't drink too much but like... Bruce is super rich so he has those tasty and fancy champagnes. You couldn't deny yourself, right??
After performing his acrobatic show, Bruce told him to leave, so a very dejected Dick Grayson made his way to you (still giggling at him).
"I'm being thrown out because of my charming skills."
"No, Dick, I think you're being thrown out because you could've been the cause of that chandelier falling."
"Like Bruce doesn't have the money to fix something like that." He huffed.
"Yeah, but what would fix your ego from falling?"
He made a shocked sound. "Oh my god, you are brutal. I can't even believe what I'm hearing." That threw you into a giggling fit and he looked at you with the most loving eyes and that fond smile that you couldn't process because of the alcohol in your system.
"Someone drank too much, hm?"
"Just a little." You said before intertwining your arm with his. "Drive me home?"
"Mm.. Why don't you sleepover instead? We haven't done that in a while."
"Dick, I have work tomorrow."
"You could always miss it." He suggested with that little grin of his.
"No, not all of us are like, gazillionaires, okay?? I need to go to work."
Dick rolled his eyes like the drama queen he is. "Ugh, fine. But still, the manor is closer to your job than your apartment. I can drive you in the morning."
"What about my clothes?"
"You left spares for situations like these."
You frowned. "Did I? I don't remember that."
(Because he was the one who sneaked some of your clothes to his apartment and to his room in the manor, hoping something like this would occur)
"You did, but that's besides the point. C'mon baby, we're both tired, it's more efficient this way."
Baby??? Did he just call you baby? Your brain was kind of short circuiting. Dick didn’t even notice the pet name slipped.
"Okay, fine. But just because 'm sleepy and don't feel like arguing."
He was silently celebrating in his head. "Mhm, come on."
Dick gave you one of his shirts to sleep on since apparently you had the clothes situation figured out minus the pjs (he definitelyyyy didn't do that on purpose). Suspicious. Now, you were in his bed while he lay on the floor, insisting on being a 'gentleman'.
"Dick."
"Yeees?"
"Dick, this is ridiculous."
He lifted his head from the floor, looking at you with the softest of frowns. "How?"
"Because we literally have cuddled while watching movies together. Actually, we have fallen asleep cuddling on my couch, you dumbass. What's the difference from a bed? You're going to mess up your back sleeping on the floor, and how are you meant to go around Blüdhaven backfliping with a messed up back?"
What was the difference? Maybe the fact that you were on his childhood bed, wearing nothing but one of his shirts that completely swallowed you, and a pair of his Calvins. And maybe the fact that you looked extremely in place, and it was so intimate Dick’s heart was doing flips. Still, he looked at you for a few seconds, trying to pretend he didn’t want to kiss you silly. "Huh. You do make an excellent point." You rolled your eyes.
"Of course I do, I'm always right." What he didn’t know was that you were also freaking out. At this point, the little alcohol you had in your system was basically gone, but its remnants still made you feel a little bolder, you just really wanted to cuddle him, and he looked so stupidly pretty looking at you from the floor, trying to be a gentleman.
He chuckled while getting up. "Yes ma'am." Then he plopped down next to you on top of you.
"Dick! Oh my god, you annoying fuck, you're crushing me!" You laughed while trying to push him off you.
"What? Didn't you want me here with you?" He asked innocently while looking down at you.
"Yeah, next to me, not on top of me." You blushed at the slight innuendo and he smirked at your little flustered state.
His voice dropped an octave lower. “Hmmm, you sure you wouldn’t like that?” As soon as the words left him, he panicked. Oh my god. He was going to scare you away!! He was a freak.
You blushed even harder and hid your face with your hands. Ohhh my god, Dick was going to die from a heart attack. How did you manage to be so cute and hot at the same time? “You’re such a freak.” Yup, he knew that.
He gently removed your hands from your face, and you didn't even notice the way he was caressing your wrists. “No, you’re just a prude.” He was grinning like it was his job.
You gasped loudly at his audacity. “No, ‘m not! You’re just a man-whore.”
That got a genuine laugh out of him. While he laughed, Dick rolled next to you, taking the chance to get you pressed against his chest, making sure the two of you were cuddling.
“Comfortable?” You nodded and sighed happily before adjusting your position just a bit more. For a while, the only sounds in the room were of your breaths slowing down and synching.
"Goodnight, Dick." He could tell by your tone that you were seconds away from sleep.
"Goodnight, sweetheart." He whispered, but you seemed to have drifted off to sleep already. (so he snuck in a kiss to the top of your head to make sure you had a good sleep, like best friends do, of course)
Somewhere in a hidden away corner of the manor...
“Dude, how long do you think it'll take them to figure it out?” Tim asked Jason.
“Honestly, I think they could have neon signs on each other's head saying ‘I love you’ in all caps, and they'd still think that's some bff shit.”
“They're hopeless.”
“Totally. I'm almost sure Dickface pulled that chandelier stunt on purpose to get alone with her sooner.”
Damian nodded. “He definitely did. Tt, such foolish strategies. It is clear they are in love with each other, they are obnoxious at this point.”
“Yeah, little man you're right. I bet it'll take them one year until they confess.”
“Dude, you're way off. I give them like six months.”
“You both are idiots. Grayson sprinted to her at the mere sight of another man talking to her alone, he will not last long staying in silence. I give them two to three months until he confesses.”
“Alright whoever guesses closer wins 20 bucks.” Jason and Tim shook their hands to seal the deal, Damian frowned.
“We are rich. Why would I need 20 dollars?”
“Because 20 bucks are 20 bucks, duh.” Damian rolled his eyes but shook their hands either way.
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