Teach Me (Titans!Dick Grayson x Female!Reader)
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Summary: Reader is a new addition to the Titans and is wondering why she’s the only one that has private training sessions with Dick.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Female!Reader
Warning(s): Curse Words
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You were new to the Titans after helping them take down Trigon, your abilities of premonition and clairvoyance allowing you to be able to find them and tell Rachel exactly how she took down her dad.
They were in awe of you, but none more exceptionally than Dick.
He was determined to take you back to the tower and train you along with the others.
You were only a few years younger than him, but he felt that the team would greatly benefit with you there.
At least that was what he kept saying when your smile left him breathless. When your laughter filled the room and helped him forget, for a moment, all the worries of that day.
That was why he had to train you in private, of course.
You had only a basic understanding of combat, and he wanted you to be prepared.
Which is why you had to wake up at the brink of dawn to train solely with him while the other Titans slept.
You didn’t think much of it until the topic graced your conversation with Rachel and Gar.
“When are your trainings scheduled? Mine are always so early.” You had yawned, graciously taking the latte that Rachel had picked up from the cafe with Dick.
“What is she talking about?” Jason asked, heading to the fridge behind the island. “We all train together.”
“Wait--”
“Yeah we have sparring at the same time each day.” Rachel shrugged taking a bit out of her blueberry muffin.
“Everything okay, Y/N/N?” Gar asked, he grew concerned at the confusion in your tone and the unsure look on your face.
“Yeah, fine. Must’ve been a dream, then.” You shrugged, the hot contents on your latte burning the tip of your tongue.
You were determined to get to the bottom of it.
So now you were sparring with Dick in the training room.
He was teaching you to wield a bo staff, his signature weapon.
Dick was highly skilled in combat, and currently the only thing preventing you from already being flat on your face was your powers of premonition, able to block his moves.
When he realized you were using your powers, he made you wear metahuman cuffs so that you would fully train yourself.
Now two months later, and you were not even halfway to kicking his ass.
However, your lack of control tipped him off that you were distracted.
“Everything okay?” He asked, your bo staffs clanging together as you blocked his hits.
It became rhythmic in the way you two stepped around each other, almost choreographed.
“I’m fine.” You huffed, whacking his staff, but he blocked you once more. It was becoming frustrating.
He noted the anger in your tone, how you haven’t been speaking, or smiling since you walked in.
You were upset with him.
“Why am I the only one here, Dick?”
“Y/N, I can explain.” He sighed, knowing exactly what you were referring to. “You need the more concentrated training.”
“Bullshit, and the kids you’re training don’t?”
You charged at him, the staffs banging off of one another as he held a more defensive stance. You attempted a leg sweep, but he blocked you with the bow staff, hitting you in the back of the knee to knock you down.
“Just admit why you’re really doing this!” You huffed, catching him by surprise as you jab him in the stomach to stand back on your feet.
He’s taken aback, but not fully off balance as he switches to a more offensive position, you block him, your eyebrows creasing your forehead lines, yep you were still angry.
You went for another whack, before the staff spun out of your hands, Dick whacking it the floor. His legs locking you in place from behind as he pressed himself against you.
He gripped the staff tightly against your neck, your breath hitching in your throat.
“I’m just trying to teach you.”
You turned your cheek to him, his hot breath fanning your neck.
Your y/e/c eyes meet his, locking him in. “So, teach me.” The breathiness in your voice softening it, but he could still hear you. Smiling as his lips crashed to yours. You heard his staff hit the mats as he embraced you, hand flying to your exposed waist. Your hearts fluttering as if they had been touched by the sun.
Maybe private training sessions weren’t so bad.