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late submission for the roydick week 2019: day 3 - bodyguard (because i wasn’t able to finish it on time)
To every roydick fan out there:
This is your friendly reminder that the RoyDick Week will be taking place from April 28th to May 4th 2019! You still have an entire month to join us in creating new content for our two favorite boys together. Our golden rules are very simple: no negativity allowed among fellow fans, and have fun creating content around Roy Harper/Dick Grayson as a pair in any and all universes. Both gen and slash submissions are welcome, as long as they are the main focus.
You can choose freely (or mix!) from our themes for each day of the event:
Day 1: Breeding Kink | Soulmates
Day 2: Titans | Amnesia
Day 3: Bodyguard | First Time
Day 4: Mafia AU | Pregnancy/Mpreg
Day 5: Lian | Fake Relationship
Day 6: Batman!Dick | Dragons and Fairytales AU
Day 7: Incubus!Dick | Omegaverse
For more info, you can find us at roydickweek in tumblr and pillowfort. All works posted to either website must be tagged #roydickweek, #roydickweek2019 within the first 5 tags so they can be found and enjoyed by everyone.
Don’t forget! From April 28th to May 4th, we’ll be having a party to celebrate our boys and you are invited to join. We look forward to your contributions!
This started out as something for Day 5: Lian | Fake Relationship @roydickweek but at the time I really did not like how it turned out. Now, two weeks later, I'm somewhat okay with the result.
RoyDick Week 2019 Day 1: Soulmates
So the RoyDickWeek is nearly here.
Here's just a few things before posting begins:
Here's the collection for the RoyDickWeek on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/RoyDickWeek2019 It’ll be open from tomorrow, and if you didn’t finish a fanart/fanfic in time we also accept late subbmissions.
If you don’t know where to post your nsfw art: you can post it on AO3 and can post a snippet with a link to the original art here so we can reblog it.
Please use the roydickweek2019 tag so we can find and reblog your submissions. And have fun :)
RoyDick Day 4 – Pregnancy/Mpreg
Warnings: mpreg (duh)
I do want to play more around with this verse so IDK I might write some small things set around this one.
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18662545
As much as the moving itself was incredibly stressful, Roy can admit he is glad to be in their new place. Glad to have an actual nursery room nearly finished and ready for the baby’s arrival. Glad to have a double garage so his and Dick’s gear isn’t practically on-top of each other. Glad to have a living room that can actually fit all their friends in without it feeling cramped.
And now that nearly all of their moving is done and all of those friends gone to their homes he feels like he can finally relax.
At least until he hears the sound of an argument break-out where Dick, Lian, and Damian are sorting the remaining few boxes. And Roy is once again questioning why they hadn’t sent Damian home with Bruce and Alfred when they left.
Still, he isn’t going to force Dick to play umpire while 8 months pregnant so he abandons his organising of the kitchen to sort out whatever is happening.
“You better not be being mean to my baby girl up there,” Roy calls as he climbs the stairs. Not that he isn’t certain Lian can give as much as Damian can seeing she is on the cusp of her own teen years and full of as much pre-teen angst as the best of them. He’s still her dad though so has to at least start with assuming she is in the right especially when the other party is Bruce’s devil-spawn that believes he should be allowed to get away with murder by birthright.
Roy isn’t that surprised to see the Damian and Lian sitting apart in the hallway. What with Dick having quickly learned how to weaponise what Jason referred to as ‘baby guilt’ to put a quick end to any roughhousing started around him. Neither Damian nor Lian standing any chance against you might hurt the baby.
“Right, what happened?” He is pretty sure it was Damian’s fault but still has to check. Wouldn’t be doing Lian any favours assuming her still always in the right without at least checking.
“You’re not the boss of me,” Damian says with his trademark snark.
“No, but you are in my house currently so you will abide by my rules.” What was it about the kid that every time Roy had to interact with him for more than 5 minutes he always seems to get into petty contests like he used to with Wally? He had been a father for over 10 years now and a mentor to teenaged superheroes for about as long. He should be able to handle one bratty kid!
He’s grateful when Dick gives him the face which says he’s going to handle the situation.
“Damian – downstairs,” Dick says in his Nightwing voice that allows for no protest. Although Damian still does seem to consider protesting before Dick silences him with another look that causes Damian to storm off. “Lian – your room.”
“Dad?” Lain asks, looking at him with pathetic eyes as if she needs saving.
“Let us talk for a minute okay?” Roy says, patting her on the head.
She’s clearly isn’t happy about it but she does go.
“So I’m guessing I’ll talk to her while you talk with the mini-Bat downstairs?” Roy asks once he hears Lian’s door click shut.
“Yes.”
“And what exactly went down so I know what I’m talking to my daughter about?”
Dick sighs and leans against the wall. “It was silly – Damian said something about me naming the baby Wayne and it quickly devolved from there as you can imagine.”
“What like as a first name?” It certainly wasn’t on their list of possibilities and Roy wasn’t going to be pushing to have it added.
“No as their surname.”
“We’re not doing that are we?” It wasn’t that Roy was against the Wayne name but there were at least three alternatives he liked over it.
“Of course not, they’re going to be Grayson-Harper,” Dick says and Roy isn’t even mad that he hadn’t bothered to ask because he completely agrees with it. Dick already knowing what Roy’s thoughts would be and taking them into consideration in the weird Bat-way he does.
“And you told Damian that?”
“Didn’t get the chance before they started arguing – Lian kind of beat me to it.”
Roy knows there’s no point completely laying the blame of Lian’s temper of Jade seeing she got it just as much from him. But it is frustrating at times.
“And that’s what I’m talking to her about?” Tell her that as much as Damian probably deserved it there were other ways to handle that situation that didn’t involve firing up. And try not to sound like a hypocrite while saying that. Should be fun.
“Yes and I’ll talk to Damian about assumptions and getting offended when people disagree with him,” Dick says and he already looks exhausted. The day of moving and unpacking and organising while so heavily pregnant taking its toll. Roy wished they could have done it earlier but they only got the keys to the new place that week and everyone only able to clear up their schedules for the weekend.
“You know, I somehow think this one is going to be the least handful of our three children,” Roy says as he catches Dick in a hug, hand pressing against Dick’s stomach. A reminder to them both of why they’re doing this.
“Since when do we only have three children?” Dick asks, leaning into Roy. “What about the rest of them that were here today?”
“Well, at least we can’t say we’re lacking in experience. Although don’t take that as a challenge alright?” Roy says to Dick’s stomach, because he really doesn’t want this one getting any ideas of one-upping siblings of either blood or bond.
Dick just laughs and leans in for a kiss. “Even if they do we’ll handle it. At least there are plenty of people for babysitting duty if we need a night off.”
“That there will be,” Roy agrees, enjoying just having a moment with his mate. “Right now though we both need to have a conversation with some moody teens.”
“We do,” Dick agrees sadly. “After that want to christen our new bedroom?”
“If you’re up to it.” They had had a big day and Dick is still heavily pregnant.
“Should be. But first – parenting,” Dick says but lets Roy steal another kiss before they part.
And Roy has to admit – despite a moody teen and preteen between them who point-blank refuse to get along, they have it pretty good.
Although, if Damian thought Roy was giving up his newly acquired spare bedroom so he could move in he had another thing coming. That room was for friends sleeping over and possible future pregnancies only.
RoyDick Day 3 – First Time
Warning: could be read as underage, like personally I’m imaging them as their like 18 year old selves but I am aware that it could be read otherwise depending on what timeline you go by
Additional pairing: past!Dick/Babs
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18654802
There is something about being with the Titans that makes Dick feel more like acting like a reckless teen. Maybe it is the lack of adult supervision greater than a lot of kids his age have. Maybe it is just how well they all know that life is fleeting and any day possibly ones last.
Or maybe it is because being with the Titans necessarily also means being with Roy Harper and all his 'influence' as Bruce likes to call it.
Right now at least 'Roy Harper' seems to be the most likely. What with it being him whose lips Dick’s are attached to. His body the one pressing Dick against the wall.
And Dick knows they probably shouldn't be doing this. Friends with Benefits an idea that should probably not coincide with one’s first experimentation. Instead left for after all parties have some experience under their belts. But it isn't like either of them particularly idealise their deflowering. And they trusted each other plenty. So it would be fine.
Right?
It certainly feels fine with Roy rutting against Dick's hips. Mouth swallowing down every noise Dick is making at it all.
Still, the hallway where just anyone could walk by probably isn't the smartest location for them to be doing this in. Certainly risking an awkward conversation and potential ratting out to mentors more than Dick feels like risking.
"What?" Roy asks when Dick pushes against him to actually stop kissing. "Want to stop?"
"No." Definitely not. That was the last thing Dick wanted. "But - bedroom."
Not his smoothest communication but it gets the point across. Roy grinning before grabbing Dick's hand an all-but-dragging him into Roy's room. And Dick goes along because he wants to see how far they might go.
At first it's much of the same. Roy pressing Dick into his now closed door - their mouths only breaking for air as they try and see just how close they can be.
Then Roy's hands find the base of Dick's shirt and push it up. It's just his hands sitting on the skin of Dick's stomach. But the lack of barrier makes it feel that much more intimate. Yet still not intimate enough.
It's Dick who gets them to cross the line to actual nudity despite which he's sure most are going to assume. Hurriedly working on getting the buttons of Roy's shirt undone and pushing it off his shoulders.
"Holy shit," Roy breaks away from their attempt at the kissing world record to say.
"Want to stop?" Dick really hopes he doesn't.
"Not at all."
Their lips don't immediately reattach because Dick's shirt has to get over his head. But once it hits the floor they are on each other again. Roy pushing Dick's leg up so he can slot in between in their attempt to get as close as possible.
Dick arches his hips and seriously considers trying to lift his other leg as well. Truly let Roy grind him into the wall to try and maximize the intoxicating friction between them.
Anything to chase the promised high of it all.
"Bed?" Roy asks, although it's more pants, against the corner of Dick's mouth. Not that Dick minds because it honestly seems the best idea possible in that moment.
"Please."
"Already so desperate Rob?" Dick can feel Roy's grin against him.
"Aren't you?" There can't possibly be any chance that Roy isn't as affected by it could there?
"I am," Roy agrees. His hands moving to cup Dick's ass. Which feels fantastic by itself even before Roy uses the grip to hoist Dick up and carry him over to the bed. Following Dick down onto it so their lips hardly have a break.
"How far are we going?" Roy asks after Dick well confirms that he enjoys the feel of Roy grinding him into the bed as much as he does Roy grinding him into the wall.
"How far do you want?” Dick will chase the high as far as Roy will allow him.
"How far will you let me?"
Dick goes to immediately say all the way but he catches himself just before the words actually leave his mouth. He is, after all, going into this blind. Or as blind as possible after extensive research and a bit of personal practical application. Sure, he and Babs got well into their fumbling but this is a slightly different game.
"Can we play it by ear?"
"Sure - uh- pants off or leave them on for now?"
"Sure- I mean yes, I mean off." Where had all the intensity gone? The awkwardness come from? They had somehow gone from not being able to keep their hands off each other to avoiding eye-contact as they awkwardly shucked off their pants.
It isn't even like they had never seen each other naked before. It happened on missions probably more than they admitted. This isn’t that terribly different.
Roy de-tangles himself after what Dick is sure is the most awkward fumbling of stripping in his life and stands just next to the bed. And okay maybe a little different to how he normally looks when Dick sees him naked.
"Like what you see?" Roy asks and it's only then that Dick realises he's staring.
"Come closer so I can give a fuller assessment." Well that certainly was smooth. Not that Dick knows where it came from.
"Yeah?" Even Roy seems impressed by it. He crawls onto the bed so Dick can reach out to touch him.
Dick takes the opportunity presented to him. Running his hands down Roy's chest - skin he's seen and touched before but never like this. Never with the only purpose being to touch it.
He stops just above Roy's hipbone. The line between what he knows and what he doesn't.
"Dick?"
It's a second more before Dick realises what he wants to do. But Roy doesn't seem to be complaining about the fact it took a bit for Dick to realise he wants to taste.
Definitively not complaining when Dick gently, tentatively, sucks at the tip.
"Oh fuck- Dick-" Very much not complaining.
It's a bit weird and Dick is sure he isn't doing that amazing of a job seeing he can't even draw on all that much experience on what he liked on the receiving end having only had it done to him once before. But Roy seems to like it and Dick can appreciate the appeal of it from this side, especially when Roy's hands knot into his hair as if it is the only thing that will keep him together.
"Shit. Dick- stop."
Dick is off in an instant and damn he shouldn't have gone too far. Shouldn't have let himself get carried away. "I'm sorry."
"No- it wasn't - fuck if you didn't stop I wasn't going to last much longer and I don't think we're ready to stop yet? I mean unless that's all you wanted out of this."
Once again they're back to how far they are going to go with this. And they could - and possibly should - stop there. What they're doing new enough. But Dick doesn't want to stop there. He wants to keep going.
"I want to go all the way or at least try it."
"For real?"
"Yes." Dick doesn't know if he will find the line of where he wants to stop before it, but he trusts that even if does Roy will not push him to keep going.
"Okay, right, uh, give me a minute," Roy says before leaning over to rummage in his draws. After a minute of what seems to be a frustrating search he returns with a tube of lube and condom in hand. "Right - how are we doing this?"
"What do you mean?"
It's almost funny how quick the bravado Roy gained from finding the necessary objects immediately vanishes and an intense blush replaces it. "I mean- are you? Or I? I think it's going to have to be you because I'm so fucking close the prep’ll probably set me off."
And - oh. That's what he meant. Dick feels his own blush at it, but he knows if they can't even talk about it they almost certainly shouldn't be doing it. "Uh- me. Just- how do you want me?"
"Um," Roy says and seems to be seriously contemplating it as much as he can considering how aroused he must be. "Uh scoot up a little then lie back and spread your legs."
"Right." It's a little awkward but that is soon forgotten about when Roy moves so he can fit between Dick's legs. When Roy kisses him again and his hands come to explore up Dick's legs. When his hands press against the inside of Dick's thighs before moving even further up.
"Fuck Roy." Dick knows he should probably feel more embarrassed about how desperate he sounds as Roy massages his length but he finds he really doesn't care so long as it gets Roy to not stop.
"Getting there Rob," Roy says and his hand moves further down. Pausing briefly to cup at Dick's balls before gently brushing along Dick's entrance. "You still want to keep going?"
"Yes." All he wants right now is for Roy to keep going.
"Right," Roy says and the touch of his fingers vanish for a second before returning now slick with lube.
He gently pushes one in and this isn't actually that foreign ground. You don't do as much research as Dick does without trying out the things that are possibly by yourself. Although it's also completely different because he isn't alone this time.
"Good?" Roy asks and Dick realises he might have gotten a bit too caught up in the memory of trying to not be heard while exploring himself. Didn't think that he doesn't need to try and keep any and every noise and reaction to himself.
"Yeah. Keep going."
"Right - okay," Roy tentatively presses a second finger into Dick and Dick does his best to not hide his content sigh as the two push against his walls.
Dick finds himself watching Roy's face. Watching how serious Roy seems to be about it all. Like he's afraid to fuck it up. And while it's nice to know Roy cares so much, Dick wants it to be good for both of them.
"Hey- relax," Dick says. His hands coming to wrap around Roy's shoulders and he leans up to steal a kiss.
"Shouldn't I be telling you that?"
"With you I don't need any reminder."
"Fuck- Dick." Roy leans forward so his head presses against Dick's shoulder. His free hand moving to grip at Dick's hip like it's the only thing able to keep him steady.
"Come on. I'm ready. I want to do this - fuck me Roy." Dick arches his hips to try to get the point across more and the stuttered moan he gets in response all the evidence that he succeeded needed. "If you want to as well."
"God Dick you have no idea how much I want to."
"Do it then."
“Fuck, okay, alright.” Dick allows himself to whine when Roy removes his fingers from him. Not that Roy seems to notice from his focus on his awkward fumbling with the condom and lube.
Dick thinks about going to help just as Roy manages to succeed with rolling the condom on himself. When he fumbles and swears over the lube Dick reaches down to take it from him.
“Let me.”
“If you want,” Roy says and Dick can see how his eyes keep track of Dick’s movements. So Dick tries to make a show of it – moving his slicked up hand slowly up and down Roy’s length hoping it is as arousing for Roy as it is him.
“Fuck, Dick stop, I’m seriously going to blow again,” Roy says, and when Dick lets go he finally shuts his eyes as if trying to regain his composure.
“Are you sure you’re still up for it?”
“Hell yeah, just – give me a minute.”
Dick shifts back slightly to give Roy space. And it’s an awkward moment but Dick isn’t going to push the point. He will give Roy the time he needs.
“Okay, I’m good, I think,” Roy says, shifting forward and Dick follows the cue to lie back down, grabbing a pillow to shove under his hips. “What about you?”
“I’m ready.” Dick is so ready.
“Right, okay,” Roy mutters and Dick feels him adjust to try and line up right. It takes three tries but eventually Roy manages to find the right spot to let him slowly slide in.
It’s different to what his fingers felt like. Fuller and firmer. The slow slide of it filling Dick up more than he has been before but not in any way a bad way. Still Dick reaches up to grab hold of Roy to try and ground himself from it all.
“You okay?” Roy asks and halts all movement.
“Yeah - keep going.”
“Okay.”
And Dick feels when Roy bottoms out – his hips resting against Dick doubled with the lack of all movement. Roy not even asking if Dick wants him to stop, just ceasing all movement and almost doubling over Dick with his eyes screwed shut.
“You okay?” Dick asks, reaching up to run a hand through Roy’s hair.
“Yeah, fuck, you’re so good Dick, I, uh, I don’t think I’m going to last.”
“That’s okay.”
“No, fuck, I want it good for you too.”
“It is.” If Dick is being honest he’s pretty close himself. The intensity of it all mixed with his trust for Roy making it perfect for him as well. “You can move if you want.”
“Just give me a minute Rob. Trying not to really earn the name Speedy – want at least a couple thrusts in else I never live it down.”
Dick can’t help but laugh at it which just causes Roy to curse again. He does start to thrust though – shallow things that are more rocking against Dick but still wonderful feeling.
Roy manages two full clean thrusts before he tenses, and curses, and climaxes.
And Dick feels it all.
“Fuck Dick,” Roy says, leaning down to press wet, pleased, kisses to Dick’s lip. His hand coming between them to grab hold of Dick’s member and gently squeeze and tug it. “You want to cum for me?”
It’s probably a good thing Dick already wasn’t thinking about teasing Roy for how quickly he finished seeing as Dick doesn’t last much longer before going tense and covering his and Roy’s stomachs with his cum.
Apparently satisfied with his work Roy collapses next to Dick and Dick takes the opportunity to roll over to curl against him.
“So...” Dick starts.
“So that was sex.” It wasn’t what Dick was going to say but it so perfectly captures the moment that Dick can’t help but laugh.
“That was sex,” he repeats and Roy just grins at it. “Thoughts?”
“It was amazing, what about you?”
“Pretty good yeah.”
“Something worth repeating?”
“Yeah. Not right away though.”
“God no,” Roy said, “no, now we nap.”
“You’re not going to kick me out?” Dick doesn’t actually think he will so it’s mostly a joke.
“Nah - let’s hold off the walk of shame for a bit yeah.”
“Good plan.” Considering Dick isn’t sure his legs would work properly if he did try and get up it very much is a good plan.
RoyDick week Day 6: Batman!Dick
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18688585
The way the cowl sits on his head is still something Dick is incredibly conscious of. A physical reminder of the legacy he is carrying on his shoulders. A reminder that Gotham is now primarily his responsibility.
He doesn't know how Bruce did it for all those years.
But Gotham needs Batman. Damian needs Batman. And Dick is the only one able to take up the mantle. So he dons the cowl and swings through the city with his newly gained Robin and tries to figure out the rest as he goes.
Oracle sends a message through that someone wants to see him so Dick follows where she leads and is only a little surprised to see Arsenal standing on the rooftop. It's not like he never steps foot in Gotham, just it's not usual. And certainly it isn’t usual for him to be contacting Oracle to send a message to Batman.
"What do you need me for?" Dick asks after landing on the roof. It turns out it's really hard to be Batman around his friends, and going by the raised eyebrow he gets for it, Roy isn't buying the act one bit. Or finds it funny. Probably the latter knowing Roy.
"Just wanted to see if it was true. That you really were stupid enough to decide to take his spot," Roy says with an idle walk over to Dick. And Dick's glad Damian had peeled off before Dick arrived because he has a feeling it wouldn't have ended well for him to be here for this conversation.
"I didn't have a choice." Barbara had made that clear. Jason had made that clear. Gotham needs a Batman and there just wasn't anyone else currently able to take it up, as much as there were those willing.
"Yeah and do you actually believe that?" Roy asks walking closer still.
"I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't." Really this was the last thing he wanted. In some ways is something he had nightmares about only weeks before - becoming exactly like Bruce. But Gotham needs Batman.
Roy gives a snort because he clearly doesn't believe it but walks that bit closer so he's standing in Dick's space. "I have to say at least you look better than he did."
"What?" It's probably fine that Roy is able to make Dick break his Batman character. Roy knows Dick and how to poke at him to make him break and the performance is still only in its early days. A lot of practice to be had until he perfects his new role.
"You know what I said." And Roy is closer still and Dick knows he should probably step away but he doesn't want to. This is a game they've been playing for years - does this suit make it any different? "Might have asked you to wear it for me earlier if I had of known how you would look in it."
"Roy-" This is probably too far. Disrespectful to Bruce's memory for his suit, his mantle, to be reduced to something just to flirt and play with.
"Come on Rob," Roy says and he's closer again and Dick can feel the breath off lips. Suddenly aware of the only skin of his own that is bare. "Don't tell me the cowl's already gotten into your head and rewired you to have no fun on the job ever."
Roy closes the slim distance between his and Dick's lips. The kiss he gives far from chaste. And it should be fine - it's not like Bruce never made out with anyone in the suit. Dick was well old enough to know what he and Catwoman got up to at times in their game. The suit not actually a sacred thing that cannot be defiled by anything sexual.
But it feels wrong.
He pushes Roy off with earns him a frown but he doesn't care because they can't keep doing this anymore. "Roy we can't."
"Oh come on!" Roy says, his face twisting into familiar annoyance. "You've only been in it for like three days and you already have let it get to you - for fucks sake man you're not actually him."
"I know." Dick will never be Bruce. Never fully able to live up to the importance and success Bruce had built up as Batman. That's why he had become Nightwing - to find where he sat in the world. "But I have to try."
"That doesn't mean you have to become him you know. You can still be you."
"Ro- Arsenal I can't." He understands why Roy doesn't fully get it. As much as Oliver was his mentor and a parental figure, Roy never felt as indebted to him as Dick did Bruce. Wally would probably understand but this isn't Wally he's talking to.
"Of fucking course. I should have known," Roy says. He backs off and that just hurts because Dick doesn't want to lose him. But on the other hand he should probably encourage this level of boundaries. Batman really shouldn't be caught so close with Arsenal considering how little the two of them had been together in the past. If people see they might figure out that it's a different person under the cowl and that will only cause more problems.
"Arsenal." He needs to be more like Batman. Needs to treat his allies as just that - allies. And not the close friends, or hell, family, they actually were to him. He needs to be like Batman not Nightwing, because he is Batman now.
"No, you know what, fuck it. I got what I wanted, and it's clear you don't want to know me anymore now you got your promotion. So I'm just going to leave you be and I guess I'll see you the next time the world ends and the Justice League calls everyone in."
Roy is off the rooftop before Dick has a chance to retort. And before Dick even has a chance to process it he hears Damian landing behind him - which, great.
"How much of that were you listening in to?"
"Enough," Damian says walking over and Dick can tell he's pissed. "What were you thinking? I thought you were taking this mantle to honour my father's memory, not sully it by playing around with some halftime hero."
Dick resists the urge to point out that Roy has been in this gig for longer than Damian has been alive because he knows it will be pointless. There is a lot of ego he has to work through with the kid to get him to realise that they're all actually in this together and not in competition for who is the best. The best hero. The best Robin. The best Batman.
It's about honouring legacy not being better.
Although Dick's doing a shit job at both.
"Come on Robin, we can't just stand on a rooftop all night." At least not unless there's a good reason to be on it. And as much as brooding is something both Batman and Dick have been known to do it's probably not a habit Dick should really get into for at least a couple of weeks on the job. It wouldn't be a good impression to give to Damian.
Plus, Gotham needs her Batman out protecting her. He can brood over what he has to sacrifice for it later.
Waking in the Wayne manor isn't that weird. Dick did sleep over from time to time when there was a long case and Bruce needed him immediately around.
Waking in the Wayne manor and knowing that this is where he will likely be waking for the next foreseeable forever? Slightly weirder.
Still, Dick made his choice and he isn't going to go back on it. So he gets out of bed, steps around the boxes of his stuff that he still means to unpack, and makes his way downstairs for breakfast.
He really doesn't expect to see Roy in his kitchen trying to plead off Alfred feeding him breakfast. Honestly, Dick didn't think he'd see Roy until the next world ending crisis after what went down last night.
"Roy?"
"So you're finally awake?" Roy asks because he’s probably been up a few hours now. It's strange to think that fatherhood turned Roy into an earlier riser than Dick.
"I don't know if I'd call it that until I get some caffeine in me. Alfred?"
"Right away Master Richard," Alfred says, "and also some breakfast."
"I'm fine - where's Damian?"
"I insist," Alfred says with the tone that means there is absolutely no arguing the point. "Master Damian is working through his school work in his room. I shall ensure he does not come bother you both."
"Thanks." Dick sits on the other end of the kitchen counter to Roy. And even after he's had his coffee and a plate of food place in front of him he still finds himself trying to avoid catching Roy's eyes. He doesn't know why Roy is here and doesn't feel ready for another round after last night.
"The kid keeping you tired?" Roy asks as if it didn't happen. And Dick is more than happy to play pretend with him for now.
"He's a bit of a handful." Understatement of the year, but this is Dick's lot in life now and there isn't any point wallowing in how much of a handful Bruce's son can be seeing at the end of the day Damian is still Bruce's son and Dick the only one who is able to keep him from going back to Talia.
"He seems it," Roy says.
They sit in silence for probably way too long. And Dick can't even pretend it's because he's too busy eating to talk seeing as how he isn't actually that hungry and more plays with the food on his plate than eats it. But he doesn't know what to say and doesn't want to be the one to bring up last night.
"Look, I was a bit of an ass last night," Roy says after what is probably way too long for them to both be pretending it wasn't what they were going to be talking about.
"Yeah?" Dick isn't going to argue it and he isn't ready to admit that he did anything wrong yet either. Because he didn't... really. Batman can't be out doing that.
"Yeah, uh, I get that this is probably a lot to take in for you, and I guess I just wanted to give you a bit of normalcy again but I probably went about it the wrong way. I'm sorry I lashed out."
"It's fine, I get it. It's a bit of a change for all of us." Not just for Dick and those immediately close to Bruce, but everyone who knew Batman or Nightwing. How long will Dick actually be able to hide it from everyone that it's someone else under the cowl than original?
How much does he actually want to hide it?
"I stand by my point that you don't have to be exactly him about it. Sure, to the public you have to be Batman, but you can still be your version of Batman and not his."
"And what's my version of Batman?"
"I can't tell you that. It's for you to figure out," Roy says and he gets up from his chair to walk over to Dick's side of the counter. Making it all the more harder for Dick to avoid the conversation. "And I don't want us to be not talking when you do."
"We still can't be seen out together when I'm Batman."
"Why 'cause Batman can't be gay?"
"What? No, Roy-" Technically even if it was going by Dick's orientation Batman still wouldn't be gay but Dick knows that isn't what Roy meant.
"I'm joking, come on Rob, I do get it - Batman can't be seen as fraternising with other superheroes. He's only allowed to do that with morally questionable villanesses. The closest he'll ever get with one of his own is admitting that maybe, just maybe, Superman might be a friend."
"Can we stop talking about his romantic life, please." It feels disrespectful to Bruce’s memory even if it’s true.
"Fine, if you insist. But what I'm saying is that it's fine that Batman can't suddenly be all buddy-buddy with Arsenal, but Dick Grayson's still allowed to be close with Roy Harper. And you're still Dick Grayson when you don't have the cowl on right - he hasn't like somehow done a conscious swap or something?"
"You tell me?" Dick says and finally looks up at Roy only to lean up to kiss him.
It's weird. Two months ago there is no way Dick would believe he would be making out with Roy around the counter of the Wayne Manor over breakfast. He wouldn't believe he would ever take up the mantle of the Batman. He wouldn't believe he would ever have a sidekick of his own. But here he is making out with Roy over the counter of the Wayne manor after a night of running around the city as Batman training a new Robin.
“So?” Dick asks when they pull away.
“I’m pretty sure Bruce would never do that with me,” Roy says with a grin. “But I mean always better to double-check.”
He closes the distance between them again and Dick isn’t against his ‘precaution’ in this situation.
“Alright I’m satisfied, it’s still all you up there Rob,” Roy says when they separate again. “That doesn’t mean you get off and get to be an idiot who forgets he has friends to help him. You need to talk to us Dick, we’re here for you.”
“I know.” He does. It’s just that there are some things he can’t lean on his friends for. And this is one of them. Still, it’s nice to know that he has someone who he can just be Dick Grayson around without worrying about also being Batman.
