Bruised Knuckles, Bruised Ego ➞ you think damian wayne is an arrogant, entitled prick. and damian? oh, he thinks it’s far too amusing to watch you get all heated up over him. ➞ subtle fluff, tension
Between Ink, Oaths, and Duty Series ➞ prince!damian, medieval au, for more information check out the series masterlist!
Summary: It's not unusual for Robin to leave your side in the middle of the night, but it still doesn't stop you from missing her and seeking her out.
Content: GN!Reader, Robin struggling to sleep, pet names, set on the Thousand Sunny
Word Count: 1K
A/N: Your honor, I love her ✋😩 why I haven't written for her yet is a mystery because she is in my top three one piece blorbos. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!!
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You knew the arm wrapped around you wasn’t attached to a body.
You knew it the moment you began to wake up, throat dry and eyes burningly heavy. The arm was soft and comforting as always…but the lack of the body it belonged to had you semi-fully awake.
The girl's quarters were dark, the only light dimly seeping in from the crack under the door, though it was just enough ligh to see the arm holding you. An arm that had bloomed from the soft mattress beneath you. The master of this bloomed arm was missing, just as you had known, but seeing the nearly empty spot next to you confirmed it.
It wasn’t unusual for you to wake up and find a missing Robin. Some nights she struggled to sleep and some mornings she was up even before Sanji. And although it was usual it still didn’t help ease your missing her.
You turned into the arms hold, brushing your hand up her forearm so that you could take hers gently. You raised the hand to your lips and placed a sweet kiss to the inside of her wrist, the bloomed hand giving you a small squeeze before poofing away in a cloud of pink petals and the smell of cherry blossoms.
Nami gave a small, airy mumble in her sleep as you swung your legs over the edge of your bed, shoving your feet into your pair of fluffy slippers. You tried your hardest to muffle the sound of your exit, not wishing to wake Nami up and enact her wrath.
The rest of the ship was warmly quiet, everyone within dreaming soundly. You wound your way to the first floor and heard how the rest of your crew was sleeping.
Deeply sound but oh so loud.
It was sounds you once thought nothing human could make, but no matter how loud and bone-shaking, it was yet another thing you had grown to find comfort in.
A salt-filled breeze greeted you as you made your way outside, the deck of the Sunny awash in the silvery glow of the ever-watchful moon hanging above. It gave you enough light to make your way safely across the Sunny and towards the stern, where the library observation room was located.
It was also where you knew she would be held up.
You carefully opened the door, finding the lamp had been switched on to give the room a near-golden glow. Your eyes scanned the rounded room, taking in all the different books your crew had filled the shelves with. Took in the small table at the center of the room and the ladder leading up to the washroom before they finally landed on Robin sitting curled up on the plush bench that rounded the room.
Her sapphire blue eyes were already watching you, a toothless smile pulling to her lips you were quick to return.
“Couldn’t sleep?” You questioned as you shut the door behind you.
“I’m nearly finished with this book.” She said in that silky smooth voice of hers. “It was all I could think about.”
You knew it was only part of the reason she couldn’t sleep. Knew there definitely was much more on her mind than the story in her hands, but you didn’t push for the truth. You never pushed. You two had come far enough together. She would come to you about that stuff when she was ready to talk, just as you would do the same.
And besides, it was far too late for such discussions.
“I think this is the fastest you’ve read a book yet.” You mused, grabbing a big, fluffy blanket from the basket full of them in the corner.
“Oh? You think so?” Robin’s blue eyes tracked you as you crossed the way over to her.
“Yep. Your fastest record was a week. This book has only taken you--what? Five days?” Robin gave a closed-lipped chuckle, placing her book over her knee to give you her full attention.
“I would say that’s still about a week.” You shook your head.
“Nope,” You gave the ending of the word a nice pop. “There are seven days in a week and you, my dear, have taken two less days than that.” The corner of her eyes crinkled as she smiled up at you.
You remembered a time when her smiles never quite reached her eyes. Remembered a time when those smiles seemed like they were almost an act.
So you made sure to take a few seconds any time she gifted the world such a smile. A whole face smile that you wanted to burn right into your memory and never forget.
“If you insist, flower.” You gave a small chuckle yourself, leaning down to kiss her forehead gently.
“Can I cuddle with you till you finish? I got a bit lonely.” Robin gave you an instant nod, holding one of her arms out in welcome.
You quickly climbed onto the light blue cushioned bench, pressing your side flush to hers and shimming a bit down so that your head could rest on her collarbones. Her arm wrapped around you tightly, keeping you closer as you threw the blanket over you both.
Once settled, Robin bloomed two new arms to hold her book up while she held you close. She nuzzled her nose against your forehead before placing a tender kiss there.
“I’m--sorry for leaving…” She murmured against your skin.
“It’s okay.” You snaked your arms around her waist, letting your fingers lazily move up and down her side. “Next time you can read in bed with me. Nami wouldn’t mind it if you used her book light, I don’t think and the light won’t bother me.” Robin kept her face against your forehead in quiet thought for a moment longer. Just breathing you in and taking in your presence.
“Thank you.” She placed another kiss to your forehead before turning so her cheek rested against your head as she read.
“You’ll have to tell me the rating you give this book after you finish, m’kay?” You snuggled closer into her warmth, eyes growing heavy with sleep all over again. Robin gave a small nod.
“Anything for you, flower.”
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Guys Im craving for fics where Dick's Robin and his teammates, whether it's set up with the Titans or YJ - it's up to u-, remember that Dick's the youngest of all of them and yet the most experienced with the business
Or in general that, God, he's just a child. Why does he know how to do certain things? Like, idk, stitching himself up after a mission ( ex: this fic ) or I remember I read another one -that I loved but I can't for my life find it- where the team (YJ) were on a mission, but KF and Robin were the ones who got to see what happened with the victims and it was completely awful. The victims (now corpses) were tortured and it was a bit explicit what happened to them, and like, if you are a kid, fuck you shouldn't see that shit. KF throw up and couldn't see anymore of it, Robin felt that analyzing the case or images of what happened to them was his responsibility. He tries to compartmentalize what's going on and how's he feeling and basically at the end the team's looking at him with something he can't name but it's the same look Bruce or Alfred sometimes would give him too. AGH SUCH AN AMAZING CONCEPT, I'm tweaking dawg
Also, It's not really the trope I'm talking about, but I also love this kind of fic so... If you have some that are like that as well.... I'd love to read them.....
the two of the had always treated it as one big joke, was the thing. bruce and dick would put on a show together: a stumbling, overly-friendly yet well-intentioned gatsby and his young ward with a sweet tongue and an artful smile. laugh a little too loud, bat the eyes, play up the youth, and they had gotham eating out of their palms. it was fun, a punchline only the two of them were ever in on.
"that was a good one," bruce said, voice warm, deftly removing his cufflinks. "the bit with mrs. arlington's cosmetic surgery was particularly inspired."
"i thought so!" dick chirped back. his suit jacket was already draped over a chair in the sitting room, shoes flung off. "i mean, what could i possibly know about the divorce rumors."
bruce hummed in amused agreement. "i always forget how tiring brucie wayne is to play, though," he said. "for someone who doesn't exist, he's quite the effort."
right then, though, a quiet ripple of alarm went through dick. "wait, what do you mean brucie doesn't exist? what do you mean he's an effort?"
"i mean he's not...he's not real, dick. you know this." bruce shot him a confused glance. "he's a fiction i have to endure on occasion. having you there does make the theatre much more bearable, though."
"of cource brucie wayne is real. he's you!"
bruce was staring at him now, the tired comfort from a successful night wiped from his face. he was just confused, and more than a little concerned. heart on his cheek , always, helplessly (to dick, anyway). "it's just a performance, dick. it doesn't mean anything. you are well aware—"
but dick cut him off, shaking his head. "nothing is ever just a performance, b. that's not what performance is!"
and it killed him, gutted him that bruce didn't understand this, that he had failed to grasp 'brucie wayne' was poetic, was almost victorian, was a masterclass in crafting a mask around a kernel of truth. was the kind of murder you watched a play just to revel in at the end.
"i don't see how it isn't," bruce said, speaking very carefully. "the version of bruce wayne the public sees is a persona. his very existence is to perform the function of deceit."
"deceit?" dick said incredulously, almost laughing with it. "performing isn't deceit, bruce. and that's not what you're doing either." he jabbed a finger in bruce's general direction. "you way overplay how harmless brucie is, but you're not hardline serious all the time. with me and with other kids you meet on patrol, you're gentle."
"that isn't—"
dick kept steamrolling over him. "and sure, brucie is ridiculous sometimes. but you didn't pull that silliness out of thin air, did you? no, because you're playful with me and alfred."
"how i behave with you and alfred isn't a performance though, dick," bruce explained. "that's simply...well. that's who i am when i'm not pretending to be someone else."
"that's what you're missing, b. a performance isn't you pretending to be someone else. you're exaggerating certain parts of yourself like crazy, but at the heart of it all, you're still you."
"why does this affect you so much?" bruce asked. "you're hurting." you're hurting because of me, went unsaid. it wasn't an apology, but it was the closest dick was going to get.
"because brucie is bruce in all the ways that matter, and bruce is my best friend," dick said simply. "don't you dare tell me my best friend doesn't exist!"
bruce was still tense, though. like his heart was a step behind his head, like was a dandelion seed and the wind was unsure. so dick did what he should have done at the beginning of his whole ordeal: went over to him and looped his arms over his waist in a hug, as high as they would go.
"performing is a little tiring, but like batman is," dick mumbled into bruce's shirt. "it isn't a chore you gotta get through. it's an art, and you should have fun with it! because every show you put on is you basically just exaggerating different parts of yourself. you're not creating anyone new."
bruce reached down to hug dick in return, holding him close and sure, strength and sinew and sharing it all. "dick," he said honestly, "that sounds exhausting."
"yeah. but it's worth it," dick said in return. "you always perform for a reason. brucie exists 'cause you want to help people."
"i suppose that desire's real enough," bruce said, gentle. "in that case, thank you."
"for what?"
"for being my best friend, no matter the performance."
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hahaha noooo being a performer from a young age hasn't impacted me or dick in any way at all we've got a perfectly normal relationship with performance i promise
anyway look guys!!! i wrote a thing!!! first time in forever idk my writing's rusty but i hope yall like it regardless. lmk if i should pop the taglist back in here i'm pretty sure half the people on that thing forgot i existed
~1k, Wally West/Robin | Dick Grayson, G-rating, Pre-Canon
Summary: The blood pounds straight to Wally's head while hanging upside down. Maybe he heard it wrong?
"I was never good at this sort of thing." + They had never talked about what they are to each other, but when Civilian gets kidnapped by the Villain for being the Hero's girl/boyfriend, it's the perfect opportunity to talk about it.
Prompts by @soprompt and @creativepromptsforwriting! Thank you so much for inspiring me to write this little drabble!
The bodies of Black Mask's mooks lay scattered among the desks and overturned chairs, all groaning in a soft chorus of their regret and Robin's vengeful satisfaction. But his attention wasn't on the defeated goons – it was on the girl in the chair. He'd recognize those bubblegum space buns anywhere, even if the face below them was caked in blood and bruises.
He stepped over the body at his feet and behind the chair. The adrenaline of the fight was wearing off – his hands shook as he untied her wrists, fingers slipping on the slick silk tie.
The moment she was free, Kia slumped forward to rest her elbows on her knees. She rubbed her wrist with the opposing hand. As soon as Robin stepped in front of her, she lifted her hand to sign ‘thank you’ and shot him a tight-lipped smile twisted with pain and grief.
Wait – signed?
Sure enough, something crunched under his feet. Something vividly crimson and definitely missing from her ears – a set of hearing aids at least a decade old, now useless. He winced sympathetically, but there was nothing for it now. She was alive. That mattered most.
After Robin called it in to the GCPD, they stayed together in silence for a time, Kia in her chair, he on one knee before her. Normally, he enjoyed quiet time with Kia. It was a peaceful respite from the chaos of Gotham, but this… he hated this. There was so much he ached to say to this girl who was so much more than his best friend. So much he couldn't say for her own safety.
But how safe was she, really? Black Mask had already written her off. As long as she kept working for men like him, she was in constant danger – including from Batman. From the very same cops on their way to help her now.
Maybe he could say a little bit. A single sentence. What better time than this? She couldn't hear him, so his words wouldn't put her in any danger, and if he messed it up, he would bathe in awkwardness alone. It couldn't be that bad, right?
Robin cleared his throat. “I, uh, was never good at this sort of thing.” His fists clenched and unclenched before him. Kia's amber eyes rose to his, almost as if she could hear him – but she couldn't. … right? No, he was just being paranoid. He swallowed against a desert-dry throat to gather his nerves and met her gaze.
But the words didn't come. He couldn't think of a single way to tell her the truth. Robin stared into her expectant eyes. He listened to his heart galloping against his ribcage and his blood pounding in his ears. Without thinking, he reached out to brush a sweaty curl out of her face. His palm tingled electric at even that simple touch. She smiled at him again, this time soft and hopeful, and he realized like a sinking stone that he could never tell her. She meant too much to risk losing.
Robin left as soon as the cops showed up. He grappled through the open window to the nearby rooftop. She's in good hands, he reasoned as he watched the paramedics help her onto a gurney – so why was he watching them like a hawk? Why was his heart still racing?
Kia waved at him as they loaded her into the ambulance. He smiled and lifted his hand in a brief wave of his own.
The hand on his shoulder didn't surprise him at all, nor did the quiet, gruff voice behind him. “Looks like we need to have a talk, Robin.”
“Yeah.” Robin let out a shaky breath. “Looks like we do.”
Imagine if Tim drake was the first Robin. It would be hilarious.
Like he was obsessed with Batman and noticed a move batman made that was the same one Bruce Wayne did. Like Brucie does a backflip into a pool at a bachelor party or whatever and he tilts his head a certain way that should ruin the flip but doesn’t and then Tim sees Batman do the same move to evade gun shots and he puts it together.
Tim wants to help him and goes up to Bruce on his own and is like “I know who you are and for one extortion blackmail fee, I will be your sidekick.” And bruce is like “I will never put a child in the field. People straight up try to murder me. That’s insane. Here’s a million in hush money.” And Tim is like “cool cool cool, I’m already rich. Here’s the thing, I already have a suit and I’m meeting you on the street.” And Bruce watches Tim try to be Robin and he’s like “oh god he’s gonna die. Let me help him. This is not equivalent to the parents letting the kids drink alcohol at home so they don’t do it somewhere else.” But it totally is.
So instead of batman seeing an 8 year old and deciding that the kid should fight drug dealers in short pants, that the kid forced basically himself as a sidekick on Batman.
Idk how we get the other Robins but we’ll figure it out. Tell me what you think.
Edited to add: Tim would be batboy, not robin. Robin is Dick’s.
