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♡ MISSED YOU AND YOUR PRETTY LIPS — JASON TODD

bf!jason x gn!reader | wc : 0.4k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, suggestive, kinda making out (?), fluff, established relationship

“jason, what the fuck?!”

you whisper-yelled, resting your hand over your chest as you saw your boyfriend’s face outside your window.

“open this!” he mouthed, gesturing you to open your window. “hurry up!”

all sorts of alarms rang in your head, wondering why the fuck your boyfriend was not at your front door like a normal person but at your window — that too, at two in the morning.

“hey, what’s wrong?” you asked as you pushed open the frame, brows etched with worry. “is everything–”

before you could continue, jason smashed his lips against yours, taking you by surprise. he took full control of the kiss, blissfully sighing as he felt you kiss him back.

it hadn’t even been that long since he saw you, but oh, how he missed the taste of your lips.

"jay," you mumbled between the kisses, still confused. "what's going–"

you paused as you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you closer as you gave into the kiss completely.

jason merely smiled against your lips, the simple sensation of your lips against his sending him into overdrive. he turned his head, deepening the kiss as his hands moved to hold your hips tightly.

you simply complied, the intensity and passion behind his kisses making your stomach flip a thousand somersaults.

jason pulled away, a dazed smile on his face as he looked at you. "hey," he muttered, his raspy voice making your chest hurt with how good he looked.

"hey? it's two in the morning, love." you chuckled, shaking your head. "what's the occasion to be greeted like this?"

jason only smiled in response, his sparkly brown eyes filled with adoration, depriving you of every breath you tried to take.

he tried to reply to you. he really did.

but one look at the confused pout on your face, and he was leaning back in, pressing his lips against yours.

one time. two times. five times. ten times.

you couldn’t help but giggle at his antics, forcefully pulling yourself away from your boyfriend as you looked at him.

“jason todd,” you sternly said. “as much as i love your kisses, what’s going on?” you asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

with one last kiss on your lips, jason pulled away, a love-struck look on his face as he smiled at you, his eyes conveying more than he could ever say.

“it’s nothing, honestly. i just missed you and your pretty lips.”

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[mayfieldss]

A night out - Jason Todd

Warnings: protective Jason, mentions of underage drinking/alcohol consumption, language, unwanted attention (some guys can't take a hint), lowkey make-out sesh.

Summary: You and Jason had kept your relationship private for some time, but when a strangers flirting goes a little too far, Jason sets the record straight.

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You and Jason weren't exactly hiding your relationship. You didn't care if anyone found out, but you kept to yourselves for the thrill of it, rather than out of necessity. Certain people knew, like Kory, who seemed to see through the two of you like glass, and Dick who had figured it out after Jason spent a little too much time staring at you in awe. But the others were kept in the dark, partly because there was fun in sneaking around, as well as the fact Jason claimed he loved having you all to himself.

It was enjoyable to catch Jason's gaze across a room and wonder what he was thinking about. And Jason derived his joy from things like texting you whilst around the others, little messages of "You look so hot right now." and your personal favourite "Your lips on mine in ten minutes, yes, or no?" He also loved little things, like his hand on your thigh under the table whilst Rachel and Gar were deep in conversation, or the way you would hold his hand in yours whenever you wanted.

Right now, you were standing in Jason's room, staring at yourself in the mirror, as you pulled at the edges of your clothes. It had been Jason's idea for you, him, Rachel, and Gar to crash a party that was happening a couple of blocks away. He claimed that the lot of you never got to do anything normal and that this was a great opportunity to do so. He was right of course. It was almost impossible to act like a regular human being when living in a place like Titans tower, but the concept of trying to be normal was so much more stressful than you ever thought it would be.

"You look fucking amazing, babe. Stop stressing." You feel Jason's arms snake around your body as he comes to stand behind you, the reflection of both of you together in the mirror relieving some of your stress.

"Are you sure it's not too much? I mean, I've never really been to a party before. I don't know what I'm doing." Your frown returns and you watch Jason lower his head to kiss the top of your shoulder.

"You. look. great." He presses a kiss to your skin between each word before pulling you away from the mirror. "Now, come on. We're gonna be late."

He's walking you toward the door when you stop him, tugging on his arm "You look great too you know."

He smiles, a wide and mischievous grin as he pulls you in for one last kiss, "Thank you, I already knew that, but thank you." His words make you laugh before you're shoving him away with a playful hand. You open the door to his room and step out into the hall, just in time to avoid an awkward encounter with Rachel and Gar as they come to find you both.

"You guys ready to go?" the green-haired boy speaks, a smile on his lips. He's excited, but you can't say the same, stomach bubbling with nerves. Jason can tell. You know he can, by the way he places a hand on your shoulder as he replies. "We gotta get a move on, at this rate, we'll get there when the parties fucking over."

You watch as Rachel sends a raised eyebrow your way, most likely due to the placement of Jason's hand, and the gentle squeezes he gives your shoulder every few seconds. You ignore it, trying to mask the smile that threatens to spill at the thrill of Jason's movements. They're always casual enough that they won't draw too much attention, but filled with a certain affection that creates something of mild speculation with the others.

You move down the hall soon after, quietly making your way past the rooms of the others in the tower before you're in the elevator and outside in minutes. The party is in an apartment two blocks away, and with every step taken in its direction, anxiety rips at your insides like a fed-up circus lion. In that moment, you forget the thrill of hiding your relationship with Jason and fall back by his side, whilst Rachel and Gar are arguing playfully, to take his hand.

"You good?" Jason leans over to whisper the question in your ear, squeezing your hand in the process.

You shake your head, staring straight ahead, as you mutter a response. "I want to throw up."

Jason removes his hand from yours, opting to place it on the small of your back as he leans down to whisper once more. "If this is about your outfit, I'm telling you, babe, the color scheme isn't too much, you look amazing."

"It's not that," you spare a glance at him, catching a hint of concern in his eyes. "This whole thing is just stressful, you know?"

As soon as you say it Jason feels guilty because in truth, he's not nervous at all. But clearly, you're carrying enough fear for both of you.

"Don't think about it too much. It's just you and me in a room full of people who aren't nearly as cool as we are."

That makes you smile, and Jason is glad for the change in your expression before you make your way back to Rachel. Jason's hand leaves you as you do so and he watches as you talk with her. He does so for a while and then, so he doesn't seem as smitten as he is, Jason steps up beside Gar, striking up a conversation with the boy until you make it to the door of your destination.

You climbed many a flight of stairs to get here, the apartment on an irregularly high level, in a complex with a broken elevator. Music pumps from behind the door, and with one last look at you, Jason turns the doorknob and steps inside. He's swallowed by the crowd and you almost lose him once you find yourself amongst all the people, but soon a hand grabs yours and you don't have to see who it is know that it's Jason.

"This is great, isn't it?" He's taken it upon himself to put an arm around you, so as to not lose you among the party-goers.

"It's loud." You shout back, his laugh vibrating through you as a response.

-

You lost Gar and Rachel within the first twenty minutes. They vanished into the sea of people, and even with their unnaturally coloured hair, they were still so hard to see.

"How can we lose a guy like Gar? His hair is bright green for fucks sake." You stand on the tips of your toes as you say it, looking around as best you can. Jason doesn't seem to care, grabbing you by the waist now that you're alone. He spins you around to face him, and the smile he wears looks good on him, though everything looks good on him.

"Like I said, it's you and me in a room full of people that can never be as cool as we are. Not that bad right?" He's so close to you, so you can hear him over the music and chatter, and also just because he wants to be. He loves the smile on your lips as you look up at him, your arms around his neck, and the hidden confidence behind your eyes that he's dying to dig out.

"It's still a little intimidating, but I trust you." The way you say it makes sparks burst through Jason's chest. You trust him. You might be the only person that does. His thumb brushes over your cheek and only then do you realize one of his hands has moved up to cup your face.

"D'you want a drink?" He shifts his gaze to look for the kitchen, but when he turns back to you, you're shaking your head. "No, I'm good."

"Okay, cool." On the way here, Jason thought he would be drinking tonight, but now he doesn't think he wants that anymore. He'd rather be with you in the moment, soaking this all in, and getting drunk on the feeling of being with you in a public setting rather than on an unknown beverage.

"You can have one if you want, I don't mind." Your voice is so gentle and sincere, and Jason loves how nice it sounds against his ears.

"If you're sober, I'm sober, babe." He smiles once more, but something seems off, and you shake your head. "You don't have to be sober just because I am, you know. If you want to drink, go for it."

Jason just shakes his head, brushing his forehead against yours. "I don't want a drink, I just want you." It's a sweet sentence, and you're surprised by it, especially in the way it makes you blush.

"How long have you been waiting to use that line?" you ask, but Jason shuts you up with a kiss, short and sweet.

"I came up with it on the spot, I swear."

To that, you laugh, "It was a good line."

You watch as Jason raises an eyebrow, smirking wide as his hands come down to squeeze your hips. "You really think it was good?" He asks, and the question is so genuine that your heart melts a little at hearing it.

"Yes, Jason, it was good."

"How good?" He's back to his flirty self in seconds, the speed of the change giving you whiplash. You're smiling so wide now that your cheeks hurt, and you rest your forehead against Jason's collarbone to hide the strong blush you know is forming on your cheeks. Jason hugs you close, shifting from foot to foot as he sways offbeat to the music. "D'you wanna dance?"

"I don't think this is the kind of music you're supposed to dance to."

Your forehead, still pressed to Jason's chest, shifts up and down as he shrugs. "We could try."

It's not something you expect considering Jason isn't much of a dancer. When you ask him to dance with you, most of the time he only does so to make you happy, and he doesn't really dance. He just twirls you around once or twice, standing in the middle of the room as you move around him.

"You really want to dance, don't you?" You look up at him as you say it, trying to conceal a smile.

"Fuck, please don't make me regret asking." He's stopped swaying now, pulling back just enough that he can admire you. He's nervous now.

"We'll dance when the next song comes on."

Jason shakes his head, "By then I won't want to do it anymore, we gotta dance now before I change my mind." He's dead serious, shocking himself with the words. Jason hasn't felt this good in a while, and he wants to savor the moment while it lasts because he's not sure how long he'll have it.

"Jason, this song has no beat at all."

He swings your arms back over his shoulders as you speak, cocking his head to the side in a devilish manner. "Don't tell me you're turning down a challenge." He's pushing through his nerves as he begins swaying again, moving you with him. You're right, the music has no specific pattern, and it is more a mix of strange noises than an actual song, but he tries anyway. Jason focuses on your smile, and then the way that you laugh as he makes an attempt at twirling you around. And he feels so happy.

When the song changes, he stops moving. "Right, dancing privileges have been revoked, you never saw a thing." You laugh at that too, and Jason soaks up the sound like a sponge, wanting to keep it all for himself.

"Your secret's safe with me," the words are gentle and sweet, and if you weren't so close to him, he doubts he would have heard. But he does, he hears you just fine. "though I can't promise I won't write about it in my diary."

Jason raises an eyebrow, "You have a diary? Can I read it?"

"If I did have a diary there is no way you would be allowed to read it."

"Why?" Jason brings a hand up to your face again, tucking your hair back behind your ear as he does. "You've written about me in your hypothetical diary, haven't you?"

You screw up your nose at him and he continues, finding it impossible not to tease you. "Dear diary, Jason looked so good today. He smiled at me, I think I'm in love with him." As he says it, he sees that same fleck of confidence flickering behind your eyes. When you open your mouth to speak, excitement courses through him like he's just been plugged into some intense power source with no limits.

"There may or may not be a few pages like that in the hypothetical diary." And just like that, in one sentence you've spoken, Jason is falling so heavily that he leaves his stomach, and heart behind in your hands.

"You told your diary you love me, huh?" he tries to hide his need for the answer through flirtation, pulling you just that little bit closer. You're focusing more on his nose than his eyes now as if you're not yet ready to battle his gaze.

"Will you promise to love me back if I say that I did?" it's a genuine question and Jason is trying his best to hold back a grin.

"Definitely."

So far, he's kept himself composed (on the outside at least), but internally, Jason wants to implode. The thought of you holding so much affection for him that you could actually love him is beyond Jason's comprehension. He wants to hold on to the feeling he has now, all the feelings you're giving him, and never let them go. He never wants to let you go either. So, he drops his cool guy persona. Jason lets himself look at you with utter adoration that is impossible to mask, and he knows you can see it written all over his face, but he doesn't care. He's so used to hiding his feelings but doesn't want to hide this.

"You're being serious? You think you love me?"

There's a silence between you, and it seems to stretch on forever, a heavy contrast to the pounding in his ears, his heartbeat crying out for an answer so loud that he thinks that the whole room can hear it.

"I don't think I love you, Jason Todd, I know I do, but don't make me regret it."

A wave of reassurance washes over him at the response, and he knows it's the truth in the way you act. It's as if you're afraid he won't feel the same and Jason curses himself for never being good with honest words. But he's happy and he's relieved, and this is the best day of his life, he thinks.

"I fucking love you." the words are quiet because Jason finds them hard to say. Not because they aren't true, but because he doesn't think he's ever said those words to someone before and meant it. But he's at ease when he watches your lips upturn, the softest smile gracing your features. Jason presses a kiss to your forehead, before moving to twirl you around once more. Somehow in the process, your eye catches a clock across the room. "Shit, Jason we need to get back." You scramble around to face him, looking over his shoulder for something, though Jason doesn't know what it is.

"Hey, calm down, it's not that late."

You turn back to him, panic in your eyes, "Jason, look." You point toward the clock and Jason lets out a breath. "It could be wrong, clocks are set wrong all the time."

He feels you shift, watching as you pull your phone from your pocket and stare at the screen for a solid few seconds. Jason moves by your side so he can see the time, and exhales harshly. "Well, shit."

"We have a training session with Dick in like, four hours." You sound panicked and Jason winces at the thought of fighting the man on little sleep. "By the time we find Gar and Rachel and get back—"

"Stop," Jason cuts you off. He's not too bothered about a lack of rest. He hardly gets any anyway. He'll just take a nap later in the day if he needs it. He's done it before, and so have you, so Jason can't quite understand why you're so freaked out. "It's not that bad, if we go now, we can find them." There's a pause, and when you say nothing, Jason frowns.

"Hey, breathe." He grasps your shoulders gently, trying to snap you out of whatever the hell is happening. "We're not kids, we won't be grounded. We're fine." Jason's not so sure about the grounding part, even though you aren't children, he wouldn't put it past Dick not to try and keep the lot of you inside. He pulls you against his chest, squeezing you in a tight hug. "How ‘bout you go get some water or something? I'll find them and meet you in the kitchen."

It's sweet of him to say, Jason Todd, a boy with such a rough exterior being so gentle with you, and you nod. he does the same and you split up, you on the move for something to stop the tightness in your throat, and Jason off to find Rachel and Gar.

When you make it to the kitchen you grab the first thing you can find, which is an empty red solo cup sitting on the counter. It took you a little longer than you would have liked to find the kitchen, and when you get there your panic has only escalated. You fill the cup with water from the tap and gulp it down like it's the last thing that will ever pass through your lips. In an instant you feel somewhat better, filling the cup up again as you wait for Jason and the rest of your companions.

It doesn't take long for someone to approach you, though it's not the boy you want it to be. He's followed by a friend, and you back yourself up into the kitchen counter, hoping they'll pass by you if given the space to do so. They don't.

"I haven't seen you around before." The line is cheesy, and it's even worse that this guy thinks it could ever work on you.

"I have a boyfriend." You say quickly, hoping that might deter their interest. The two men look between themselves, a laugh escaping the first guy.

"So?"

"So," You drag out the word, "I'm not interested in whatever it is you're implying." You stare into your cup, watching the clear liquid swirl around. You're not worried, Jason, Rachel, and Gar should be with you soon.

One of them steps forward, the guy with the cheesy pickup lines extending a hand. "I'm Danny, what's your name?" Okay, maybe you are a little worried.

"Not interested." You make a move to leave, even though you're supposed to wait for Jason to find you. It will take longer to get back to the tower if you lose each other, but you're willing to take that risk if you can escape this situation. The problem now lies in how you'll escape the kitchen. The two men have shifted now, to block the exit like jocks in some cliché teen movie.

"Move." You're surprised at how strong your voice sounds, and you look them in the eye for the first since they showed up. You don't feel anywhere near as confident as you're pretending to be.

"Just tell us your name." It sounds ten times more threatening when you're looking at the guys, and there's a part of you that wishes you'd never looked up. You hold composure, however, drinking the rest of the water in your cup before crushing it on the counter.

"Like I said, I have a boyfriend. Now get out of my way."

When they don't move you take the risk of shoving past them, the action taking them by surprise enough for you to slip through the gap created between their two bodies. On the other side of them, relief wraps around your bones, as you see Jason in front of you, Gar and Rachel waiting by the doorframe of the kitchen. You take the few steps you need to be by his side, and once you're there you feel the familiar warmth of Jason's hand on your back.

"Hey," Jason offers his attention to the guys in front of him "I don't think we've met." He pulls you closer to his side as he speaks, and you look up to catch a glimpse of the anger in his eyes. It's not masked under anything except for a pissed-off smile.

"Who are you?" There's confusion written all over the faces of the boys as they await a response, and Jason doesn't bother with the dramatics anymore, getting to the point.

"I'm the boyfriend." He lets that sink in, and when the guys don't say a thing, he continues. "You know, the one she told you she had right before whatever the fuck this is" He waves a hand at the guys, and they don't seem pleased by it. But he doesn't flinch under their gaze. His is much more intimidating, and he knows it. Jason turns his head to look at you "I wanna punch them."

You could see this coming from a mile away, and you place a hand on his arm, though you don't know what that will do. "Don't punch them."

Jason grunts and you can tell he's fuming, though none of his anger is directed at you. "I'm gonna punch him." Jason nods toward the one closest to you and your eyes widen.

"Alright, the party's over." You grab Jason's hand, sparing a glance at Gar and Rachel that says, "A little help over here would be nice."

In seconds they are with you, Gar taking Jason's shoulders in his hands, trying to pull him out of the kitchen. For a moment you think you're gonna make it out without violence ensuing, but the two guys who dared to bother you before, make the mistake of laughing. Jason swings, and the sound of his fist hitting the first guy straight in the mouth makes a loud smack. The guy stumbles back, and whilst his friend is busy helping him up, you, Gar, and Rachel manage to pull Jason from the room, and out of the apartment.

The first words spoken once you're out of the party setting, come from Gar. "You guys are dating?"

"Yes, Garfield." The words sound like a hiss from Jason's mouth before he turns back toward the door. "I'm going back in there."

"No, no you are not." you pull Jason down the hall away from the door, hoping he doesn't make a break for it so he can continue the fight. "I told you not to punch him, why did you punch him?" You're scolding him and Jason meets your eyes, running a hand through his hair as he tries to calm himself down.

"He just had such a punchable face, you know? It was just made to be punched." He balls his hands into fists, before flexing his fingers out again as if remembering the feeling of hitting the guy square in the mouth. "Plus, those guys were being fucking assholes."

He frowns and you watch as concern takes over his features. "You okay?" Jason's mind is racing as he says it, and his urge to go back in there and finish the fight returns as he pictures the guys from the kitchen harassing you.

"I'm fine, Jason."

"Are you sure? It seemed pretty intense in there." It's Rachel who speaks, and as much as you love her, you hate the way her words spark Jason's anger once more. This time though, he looks to you for permission.

"Just give me ten minutes in there, I'll talk to them."

"And I assume you'll be talking with your fists?" You raise a brow, almost laughing at the concept of Jason talking something out in a civilized manner. He just shrugs, a smug smile on his lips.

"Only if a visual demonstration is required."

You swat him on the shoulder taking his hand and making your way to the staircase. "Come on, we’ve got to get back."

Jason sighs, following you with Rachel and Gar close behind. Soon, you're all jogging down the street in the direction of Titans tower, the four of you yawning and stumbling as you do so. Jason looks over at you as you race after Rachel, and he knows it's cliché, but he wonders how he got so lucky with you. You meet his eyes once, hot breath creating little puffs of steam in the cold night air. He moves up beside you, still running

"What would you do if I kissed you right now?" He pants as he says it because no matter what the movies portray, it is hard to talk and run.

"I'd kiss you back, of course." You shift your eyes between him and the ground in front of you, making sure you don't trip whilst distracted by Jason's words.

Jason lets out a heavy breath, "Awesome."

He stops running, catching your hand before you can get too far and pulling you back to him. You stumble as he does so, your sudden change in pace making you lose your footing. But Jason is there to grab you, and you conveniently fall right into his arms.

"Hey." You're breathless, and Jason gives you a second or two to pull air into your lungs before he's kissing you for what seems to be the hundredth time that night, but it never gets old. Jason doesn't think he could ever tire of your lips on his, and he thinks his dying wish if he got one, would be to touch you one last time. But he's not dying yet, so he's taking his time, one hand moving from your arm to the side of your face. You lean into him, and he soaks up the moment, knowing that at some point he'll have to pull away, but just not right now.

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Titans Headcanons - Affection

So here is a Titan's headcanon I decided to whip up pretty quickly. Hope you guys like it!

Characters: Jason Todd and Dick Grayson

Warnings: Mentions of death and sex...stuff like that.

A/N: a NSFW one is in the works so....please be patient.

Jason Todd

-This boy would be so touch starved after he came back from the dead…like no seriously he would be so needy and demanding for cuddles and touches from his S/O.

-Before he died, he had only been okay with their S/O showing affection in private, but that all changed once he was brought back.

-He had never been one to show PDA in public due to the kind of life he had lived and then the kind of life Bruce pushed him into.

-Before he died, and when he did show affection, he was always the big spoon. He loved holding his S/O and feeling all the parts of them pressed against him.

-However we all know he would happily be the little spoon when his S/O was particularly needy.

-After he was brought back to life, the first thing he did with his S/O was bury his face into their chest and hold onto them as he let his emotions overwhelm him. He would cry and cry for hours as he held onto his S/O while silently praying that it wasn't a dream.

-His S/O would be so patient with him even though they would get woken up every single night from the nightmares that Jason had. They would hold him, rock him back and forth, and whisper soft words of encouragement to the secret cinnamon roll.

-Jason would repay everything his S/O has done by trying to buy them expensive things and shower them in gifts. Meanwhile, their S/O would end up reselling the gifts and making sure they were able to survive in Gotham especially with the direction it was going.

-In the end, this boi is secretly a soft cinnamon who needs reassurance and love almost 24/7.

-ESPECIALLY once he takes up the mantle of Red Hood. He had to put on such a strong front as Red Hood that he could only show any "weakness" as he called it when he came home to his S/O.

Dick Grayson

-Dick Grayson is one suave mother fucker. He will happily admit that he has moves, but what people don't know is that he...if the moment is perfectly set up...will be the one who receives affection.

-He loves giving his S/O affection whether it be hugs, kisses, light touches, words of affirmation, etc. What the team doesn't know is that he loves it just as much when his S/O returns the favor. He thrives in it.

-The only people on the team who know that he is like this are Jason, Dawn, and Donna. However, everyone on the team knew he loved receiving affection.

-Dick knew full well his S/O wasn't big into expensive gifts, but the occasional gift and lots of love persuaded his S/O to accept the gift.

-His S/O though loved to bake and cook and more often than not, when Dick came home from patrol - or a long day at work while he had been a detective - he would easily devour the food and sweets before him. After eating, he would shower his S/O in more affection than normal which typically ended with both of them very very satisfied at the end of the night.

-His favorite food that his S/O makes is the giant cinnamon rolls covered in icing and candied nuts truth be told.

-Whenever he comes home covered in bruises, his S/O is always there to patch him up, scold him for getting hurt, and then hold him throughout the night to chase away any bad dreams or nightmares.

-Some nights though, this man is frustrated as hell and needs a way to let out that pent up frustration, but in the end always is super soft with his S/O afterwards.

[herstarburststories]

Patching up Dick Grayson would include:

A/N: My obsession with Titans and batboys is back! Asked by @bored-green; hc or imagine with Dick being patched up. So headcanons and sippnets.

Robin!Dick:

He's in his rebellious years

So he would never, ever ask for help

Which equals to this man bleeding out in your living room with a stoic expression

Really looking like someone who just tripped and fell on his butt and not someone with a ENOURMOUS WOUND

Poor new expensive carpet, you'll be missed

You kind freak out, to be honest

And you don't really keep it in

Y/N: Dick, what the happened to your arm!? How did you manage to get shot when you were supposed to be buying pizza?

Dick: I wasn't shot, I was stabbed.

Y/N: Does it matter? Result is the same! You could've died, Grayson.

Dick: But I didn't. Where's the first aid kit?

Dick is speaking all through short breathing and a husky voice

Remember, this idiot has an open wound and he's just arguing with you and walking around the safehouse to get the first aid kit

You internally groan and tells him to sit while you go get it

Reluctantly, with a dramatic sigh, he does as you said

As you walk towards the Rachel's room to pick up the kit (which was there because Kory had to use some band-aids on both Gar and Rachel bc he fell during his training), you try to collect yourself, just play cool and calm

That can be hard since the man you insanely cares about is hurting just a couple steps away from you after he was supposed to get pizza

You know he was Batman's apprentice, he's used to just go on his own and do what he needs to

But now he has you and the other Titans, even if he doesn't call it a team yet

ANYWAY

You just grab the kit and walks back to him, sitting by his side on the couch. Dick remains quiet, only turning his face to meet your gaze and grab the first aid for himself. Yet, you pull the box away, not even cogitating leaving him alone.

"I got this," he says, and you know he's right. Dick had the training and the experience. Most things in life require both: someone with the muscles and someone with the brains, the theologist and the dumbfounded courageous adventurer. Still, you don't want Grayson to go through this alone, not again. Not now that you're here. ''Y/N, I got this."

"Shut up, Grayson," you huff but doesn't dare to lift your eyes to meet his, he doesn't need to know how much you worry, right? You open the box and grabs the antiseptic. "Either you like it or not, we're a team. You, me, Kory, Rachel, and Gar. And you could've died tonight. How'd we keep going without you, huh? How'd I keep going without you?"

Your heart is in woe through the whole conversation, the whole situation. This was the first time you'd seen Dick actually demonstrate he was in a little agony. Before that, he used to seem invincible, untouchable. You could've lost him, the realization hits you like a trainwreck. You could've lost him because he's slowly opening up and isn't vulnerable to the point of asking a backup, but he's as fragile as he can get between life and death!

"Y/N, I..." his best apology is wore off by a grunt of ache as you press against the wound to; a cotton laced with antiseptic to make sure it wouldn't get an infection. Dick continues, his words laced with tiny groans: "You don't need to do this.''

You know he isn't talking just about the patching up, but him All the work he is, all the problems that come when someone dares to think about him just so fondly, what happens when he's the object of affection and not just a diverted night.

"I know," you say, staring at him this once. ''But I want to."

His voice is as soft as you'd never heard when he answers a quiet "Thank you."

He doesn't complain for the rest of the night.

Nightwing!Dick:

Alright, this time isn't a surprise

You didn't go on patrol because today was Kory and Dick's day

But Kory doesn't show up and Dick is tripping his way back home

Unlike before, you've now grown used by him hurting

Which you don't like, but it's part of the job

At least you're prepared now

He comes in and starts hunting the first aid kit

Dick hates to worry you, so he doesn't want you to see how bad the stupid wound looks, it doesn't even hurt that much!

Even though it's still hard for you to see him in any kind of harm, you'd rather do something to help him instead of sitting back

Therefore, you just sleight your hand and nod at the chair

Y/N: Just sit.Dick: You don't need to--

Y/N: Grayson, just sit down.

Cue Dick, injuried Dick Grayson, sitting down and giving you a smirk because this conversation is a lot like the one you guys had in the bedroom just earlier

He likes to work up a little before patrols!

Y/N: Don't make that face.

Dick: What face?

Y/N: That face. The mischievous one.

Dick: I don't have a mischievous face!

He does

You simply reach the first aid kit and walk towards him

"Where's Kory?" you asked, placing your hand on his thigh and leaning in to examine the wound. Apparently, the bullet grazed his neck, near the artery, which explained that semi pool of blood. And if Dick's controlled voice was any sign, it didn't hurt that much. Not more than he was used to, at least. You just needed to stop the bleeding and make sure he wouldn't move much for a day or two.

Keeping him quiet in bed for a day would be the hardest part.

"Still patrolling. She forced me to come earlier because of this." Dick rolled his eyes, pointing at his throat.

"She was right," you said, internally thanking Kory as you grabbed a towel and pressed against the wound. "Who?"

"We don't know who, but it was a woman. Kory's after her.'' Grayson answered and you looked for some bandage materials in the box. He added, "You don't need to do this."

Your answer was the same as always, "I want to."

"Y/N, I can..." He tried again, not thrilled about making you more worried or giving you more work. Yet, Dick kinda hoped you'd brush his best sense off and stay. He always wanted you to stay.

"I know you can." You insisted, starting to place the bandage over the wound. Dick let our a howl and you pecked his lips, "Sorry.''

"It's okay." He gulped, a little anesthetized, his arms around your waits by then.

"At least you didn't get shot getting pizza again." You joked, trying to lift up the mood while you concentrated. "Did you forget the tip or something?

"I was stabbed getting pizza," Grayson corrected you with a grin. Even though he couldn't look at you because of the position, he couldn't help but to thank you. "And you did a good job fixing me up."

You pulled away as your job was done and put the first aid kit on the table.

Cue a playful wink as Dick gets up and you put the kit back on it's place

"I'm gonna start asking for money to do this.'' you joked, glancing at your boyfriend as he approached you.

Dick arched his eyebrows with a smirk, "I can think about a way to pay you.''

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"You sure me being here is a good idea?" You asked, eyes drifting up in awe at the building Dick pulled up to. You couldn't help yourself, in theory you knew Wayne Manor was impressive, but seeing it in person... wow.

"Nope," Dick replied honestly, his look more one of dread than awe as he forced himself from the car. You followed suit.

You were about to say something else when you heard the sound of something smashing from inside, following by some unintelligible yelling.

"I guess Jason's here," Dick sighed as you smiled, looping your arm through his.

"We can do this," you tried to reassure him, but his feet remained planted as you laughed.

"Okay, we can do this with a substantial amount of top shelf booze," you added, earning a laugh from your boyfriend too.

"Now that, that I can manage," he replied, heading towards the door as you heard a second, louder smash.

"And so it begins," Dick told you, opening the front door, bracing himself for another chaotic family dinner, but glad you were by his side this time.

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Under Gotham’s Sky - Dick Grayson Imagine || Part 8

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Notes: Hey! Feel good to be back, thank you for keeping up with this story! Don't forget to tell me your opinions about this chapter, right?!

Warning!!!: This part will have some memories of Y/N's past! If you are sensible, I warn you that there’s mentions of miscarriage!

That night, the sky broke to even more darkness, filled with heavy grey clouds as the rain poured outside and you made your way back to your bedroom on the Manor after Dinner, when Bruce left to the rounds, leaving you and Alfred there.

Alfred's dinner had always been delicious, but specially this night, you were feeling way more nauseated. Maybe a typical 12 weeks pregnant symptoms, your days were filled withs morning sickness and fatigue, increasing a bit more every day.

You were about to go up the stairs when you heard it

"Mistress Y/N"

It was alfred calling you down the stairs with the dishes on his hands.

"Yes, Alfie?"

"I'll be washing the dishes, call me if you need something, right?"

He said, as if he could preview what was coming.

"Right, don't worry, I'll just take a nap"

You gave him a thankfull smile. Alfred knew about you and Dick, about all the thing that envolved your pregnancy, so he always did everything so you couldn't feel alone.

The care you received made things feel a bit less worse. But you still waited for the day that someone would knock to tell you that Dick died.

There weren't one day that you wouldn't have nightmares about it.

He nodded and left to the kitchen, while you got in your bedroom. Before laying down on the bed, you felt a flinch of pain on your belly.

"Ouch"

You held your bump in a move of protection.

"It must be just him starting to move" you thought.

The pain passed and you lay down, slowly giving in to sleep.15 minutes of a nap. But no news, nothing was so peaceful like this for you.

Because everything came crumbling down in that moment.

You woke up first with pains in your abdomen, sharp and enough to make you sit up in a concoction of shock and panic. You felt them over again, still trying to process what was happening as another one hit just as fast as the second.

Your eyes filled with tears, a shaky hand going to rest on your bump that was currently filling you with all kinds of anxieties.

You tried to move on bed, but the pain made you feel static. You looked the other side of the bed.

Empty, as always.

You knew you needed to ask for help, so through the pain, you tried to move out of the bed, but you fell on the ground.

"Oh my god. No, please, no."

You felt blood coming down from your legs and paiting the floor, but instead of all the terrible thoughts that rounded your head, you needed to move, because only this would save your baby's life.

So you did. You crawled until the door, that thank you to god, you didn't lock. You got on the corridor, crawling with every piece of strenght that you had, leaving a trail of blood behind you.

You starting feeling dizzy and you knew it was the sign of the amount of blood that you were losing. Nothing was right and you were making your best not to colapse.

But it seemed like you couldn't control that anymore, your body was shutting down in some seconds and you knew it. So you called the only help that you could have in that moment.

"Alfred!"

You called out as hard as you could, but it didn't seem to be enough anymore, as there was no answer. The blood continued to come out and stain your clothes, your mind was starting to get completely confused.

"Alfred"

You called again, weaker this time, but no one came. You knew the next step was to totally lose consciousness, so you called out the name of the one you needed most in that painful moment before your eyes closed in irrevocable darkness.

"Dick"

But he never came.

You lived that scene over and over, more times than you could count. The night you were most afraid was running like an infinite loop in your head and you couldn't get away, stuck in that scenario.

Unconsciently, you prayed for Dick to find you before you died of fear.

In the corner of the room Jason watched you, completely out of breath, your body spasming as if he were suffering from a terrible nightmare, which you actually were.

Every 15 minutes, Crane injected more of the liquid fear toxin he had altered and was now testing on you. You were just a lab rat, which didn't matter if you died or not. The goal was to hurt Dick Grayson, punish him and at the same time get the answer he needed about his new formula.

If Dick Grayson's lover was suffering, Jonathan was happy. The evil grin on his face as he applied the liquid to his veins was enlightening.

But Jason knew your psyche wouldn't last that long, and as a matter of fact, neither would your body.

"Crane, I…I need more of my toxin."

He lied.

"Oh, sure, it's upstairs, you junkie."

Jason started to leave the room until he heard Jonathan's voice and nearly froze, if he found out about his intentions, he was screwed.

"But don't delay okay?"

After hearing it, Jason finally got his breath back, and ran into the empty room closest to the side. He wasn't an idiot, he knew that by this point in the game, Dick was already like a madman, carrying all his darkness plus his hate for having you caught.

He knew that the moment he found them, they would both be dead. Because Jason also knew that you were the only thing Dick fought to live for, his reason.

So with the last of his humanity and what little loyalty he had left, Jason dialed the number.

------

Dick rode through Gotham as fast as he could on his motorcycle. It took every location of the labs Conner fetched from the batcomputer, but none of them were the one you were in.

Every minute that passed meant you could be worse off, suffering. But as if anyone up there could hear his prayers, his cell phone rang, and Dick answered it immediately, still driving, unwise at the moment.

"Jason"

Dick spoke with a husky tone of voice.

"Dick, forget all the hate you have for me now and listen to me."

"Speak the fuck up, where is she?"

The brown-haired man spoke, ravaged by anguish, anger, remorse. Any bad feeling that was enough to characterize that moment.

"I sent you the location."

"You better not be there when I arrive."

--

Dick got to the location in some minutes, it wasn't very far from where he already were. When he took off the helmet, he recognized that place.

It was the neighbourhood where...

"Hey! Dick!"

Dick looked at the direction that the voice came.

Tim? Dick asked himself, was him getting crazy? He was dead..

But proving that he was very much alive he came closer, also showing that he wasn't alone. Donna was right after him.

"Hello, boywonder. Thought you would do that alone?"

The wonder girl came even closer to him, that had already gotten off the motorcycle. She gave him an unexpected hug.

"Donna..you.."

Dick started talking

"Long story, we don't have time."

Donna said crossing her arms.

"How do you guys know all of this?"

Dick was so confused by their presence, but also glad he had some help. Some especial help.

"Well I always knew you were dating Y/N"

Tim started talking about his crazy (and always accurate) theories about the batfamily and Dick rolled his eyes.

"You better listen to the boy, Grayson, he took me here."

"Okay, Tim, but fast, please, she needs us."

He explained very quickly why he knew everything about that neighbourhood and why his help was gold. So they followed inside the "lab" that Jonathan kept you.

------

Your eyes fluttered open, you groaned feeling the pain of the blow you had received earlier. When Crane noticed that you were starting to react, he injected another dose of the toxin on your veins and you couldn't move anymore.

"Hey, my beautiful, beautiful detective!" He cheered coming closer to your face "Your nightwing isn't going to help you as you said. Sad, huh?"

He caressed your face and then took it on his hands with strenght, hurting your cheeks.

"But I have a lot to thank you, you know? Thanks to you I can see how strong my toxin is now. Look at you, almost dying..of fear"

A single tear streamed down your face. The only reaction you could have in this moment.

"You shouldn't have done that, Jonathan."

You and Crane looked up and saw that the voice belonged to Dick. He invaded the place through the ceiling with the help of Tim.

A huge wave of relief washed over you, even thought you were static, too doped.

“My my my it’s about time you show up, Dickie.” Scarecrow said. "I'm disappointed you aren't wearing your nightwing gala suit."

"It's not nightwing who's going to kill you, Jonathan, it's Dick Grayson."

"I'm going to give her the last dose of the toxin, which will be fatal and you won't have much to do after that, Grayson. Nothing will bring her back."

In the next second, the door was kicked in with a hard hit, revealing Donna and Tim behind it and then Dick landed on the floor.

Dick was fast, kicking the toxin from Jonathan's hand as Tim got him from behind.

"Go untie her, Donna, I got him."

Donna did what Dick told her to. All he wanted was to hug you and have you on his arms, but the anger he felt by the state he saw you.

It was the first thing he saw when he entered the place.

Your pale, lifeless face, your eyes were purple and deep and terrified, as if for all that time you'd been living the worst of your nightmares.

Which in fact happened, but he also knew that it meant that the fear toxin was taking over your body, that he could lose you and that made him lose all senses.

"I told you I was coming for you"

Dick's voice never sounded more like Batman's than it did now, that darkness was there.

He took Jonathan out of Tim's grip, pushing him against the wall and then tripping him, so that he fell to the floor and Dick was on top of him.

He dealt punches in the face of the scarecrow who just laughed, and then Dick heard your pained grunt as Donna released you from the ropes that bound your hands, your wrists purple, while dried blood was beside your mouth.

It was a matter of seconds before Dick looked back at Crane with more hatred than before.

"You ended your life the moment you laid your hands on her"

He punched Jonathan in the face again, by the force he used, he had already sunk his cheekbones and the man was now unconscious, but Dick didn't stop punching him, feeling his darkness taking over everything in him.

"Dick, man, he's going to die. Stop it, we can get out of here, take her."

Tim futilely tried to stop him. He didn't know that side of Dick.

You were trying hard, using every cell in your body so you could see Dick one more time, feeling your body was about to give up. Once again.

And then you opened your eyes. First you saw Donna holding her, looking desperately at you, second, you searched for Dick until his eyes landed on a man completely crazed with hate.

You didn't want to leave seeing him like that for the last time, so you used what little voice you had to call out to him, hoping this time he'd come to you.

"Dick"

You called to him, still lying on Donna's lap.

Like a trigger, your voice entered Grayson's ears and he turned his head to meet your gaze. Immediately, like a spell, Dick was off Jonathan, leaving the man bloodied and unconscious on the floor and heading towards you.

"Hey, hey. I'm here."

He carefully lifted your body from Donna's lap and took it for himself. You didn't respond, too doped up and he knew there was no other choice but to take you immediately to the batcave where the antidotes to the toxins were.

You couldn't die. It wasn't an option.

"Don't sleep, don't go now, okay? We still have so much to do, Y/n. I'll heal you, just don't give up."

A tears streamed down Dick's face. Tim and Donna sadly watched that scene, a man losing the love of his life.

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more than friends ; d.g. part one

pairing(s): titans!dick grayson x reader, on-and-off again(?) relationship

warnings: dick in jail (continuing to be angsty but he’s getting better), reader swears like one time, spoilers for titans season two, and an additional warning for the quality of this since i’ve had a draft for this part two in my docs for more than a month now and i decided to scrap the whole thing and rewrite it while im on a plane

a/n: i know its been literally months after i started the part one for this and i’ve unintentionally set up for a part three (which i swear i’ll actually get to this weekend now that i’m out of school and it's why this is significantly shorter than the part one) but i think its fitting that i mark the summer return of this tumblr with a titans fic now that the SEASON THREE TEASER IS OUT! @capricorn-stark im begging you for jason todd because titans will only give me bread crumbs until august 12th

“My mom still asks about you sometimes, you know,” you admit, before your voice goes into a high falsetto impression of hers. “‘Oh, honey, how’s that Richard boy doing? Are you still dating him? He was so lovely, he was such a nice boy’ - this was a few days ago, actually, she and I had this conversation on the phone.”

A pause as you make a show of formulating your answer with a series of pensive humming and vague shrugging, like you’re pretending she’s actually on the receiving end of the phone pressed to your ear.

“I don’t know, Mom,” you say brightly, making sure to look DIck dead in the eye as you talk, “I think - and gosh, this isn’t any of my business - but I think he’s in jail! Again, not that it’s any of my business as to why he would be in, you know, jail. I think I saw a Kardashian on T.V. do this once, so I’m hoping this is something like that.”

The stare you pinned Dick with upon concluding your skit made it clear that you weren’t accepting any other explanation for the situation you found yourself in at this moment. The man sitting on the other side of the glass was far from impressed.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“I am, actually. I am very funny. It’s a coping mechanism.” And it is, because Dick left Chicago - really left - after he’d come to see you with Jason, and then you hadn’t heard from him in months, let alone knew how he was doing. “I think I have a right to be funny,” you add, because Dick is staring at you with a very unimpressed broody expression that already feels like a personal offence to the comedian side of you, “because the reason you’re sitting on the other side of that glass right now has nothing to do with my sense of humor and everything to do with you assaulting airport officers and getting arrested.”

“You didn’t have to come.” Not for the first time since you’d taken the seat in front of him, you refrained from rolling your eyes.

“You used the one phone call you had to call me,” you pointed out evenly. “After the radio silence I was getting, it was safe to assume that it would’ve been urgent.” Even through the dirty glass, you could see him clench his jaw.

“It wasn’t urgent.” A pause. “There’s nothing you can do about this,” he adds, probably figuring out what your next question is going to be. A real detective, that one. “I didn’t call because I wanted to be bailed out. I just wanted to…” When he doesn’t continue for another few seconds, you shrug.

“See my gorgeous face?” you quip, trying for another strained smile. He doesn’t exactly return it.

“Nobody else would’ve come. I didn’t want anyone else to come.”

“You have a team, Dick. Word on the street’s is that you’re rebranding the Titans.”

“Was,” he corrects, arm tensing as he braces it against the tablespace in front of him. “We’re not… doing that anymore.”

“What happened?”

“It doesn’t matter.” For a second, you entertain the idea of smashing the glass through so you can smack him. Maybe it would make this conversation actually go somewhere substantial.

“You called me,” you say, and your voice has a pleading edge to it that you just can’t seem to file down. “So it does matter. And whatever it is that happened - is happening - is enough that you’re behind bars.” Willingly, because if DIck Grayson didn’t want to be someplace, nothing ever really stood in his way. He was a Flying Grayson for a damn good reason. He knew how to fly. “Dick, please. Can you just fucking talk to me?”

There must be something in your expression - it already feels too raw - that makes him soften and lean forwards until his forehead hits the glass with a soft thud. Or maybe it’s the fact that you just swore in front of him, and you barely ever do that as is. He stares at you through his lashes in a way that makes you feel entirely self-conscious and comfortingly at home all at once in its familiarity, and you let out a shuddering breath.

Dick calls your name, then, for the first time since you’d gotten there, and, well. You don’t want to say you melt, per say, but you immediately slump against your chair and have to press the phone connecting you to him to your heart for a second.

That voice. Those eyes. All perfect lashes that you were still jealous of and shades of blue to rival even the most finely cut of lapis lazuli and sapphires.

It’s unfair, the things that Dick Grayson can do to you without really trying. You almost want to scream because of it.

When you lift the receiver to your mouth again, the both of you can hear the tremors in your voice so loudly that they’re practically visible. “I’m here.”

“Yeah,” he breathes out, and selfishly, you feel a brush of satisfaction at the unsteadiness in his voice, too. “You are. You came.” He swallows thickly, then adds, “I called because I knew you would be the only person who would.” The admission makes something in your chest tighten.

“Dick.”

“And it had to be you,” he continues, and it’s been so long since you’d seen him let his walls down with you like this, even a fraction of them, that it makes you want to cry. “I - look. It’s not just because nobody else would come. I don’t want them to come. I need you.”

Need, not needed.

By the time he finishes talking - about how he told the team what happened with Jericho, about what happened with Jason, about Slade, about everything - your hand is pressed to the glass in front of you, opposite to his, because it’s the closest you can get to holding his hand. Dick talks a lot, you realize, once he gets going. It’s something you didn’t realize you had sorely missed up till now, because it was something about him you had forgotten. The thought of that makes you sad.

“I would’ve come,” you say, once he finishes. Neither of your hands move. “Jesus, Dick, I would’ve been there if you’d called earlier. When you told them. And I wouldn't have left, either.” The confession hangs in the air between you both. “I won’t leave now.”

“Except you kind of have to,” Dick points out, actually somewhat jokingly as his tone gets significantly lighter. Hell, he’s even smiling at you now. Tentatively, sure, but it’s enough to get the corners of his eyes to crinkle like they do when he’s about to laugh. “Visiting hours and all that. Because I’m in jail.”

“Wow, Dick,” you deadpan, biting back a laugh of your own. “Is that what was happening here? I hadn’t noticed. I literally had no idea-”

“Oh, you really think you’re funny, don’t you?” he interjects, an echo of his earlier words on a completely different spectrum. “Got myself a stand-up here.” And then he sobers up again, going back to regarding you with a seriousness that makes you start to sit up again. The smile doesn’t fade, though. “I know I’ve been asking you to do a lot. I’ve been asking you to come - to be here - and now I need to ask you to wait. For me.” His brows furrow, a crease forming between them that you would’ve kissed away years ago. “I don’t know how long I’ll be in here-”

“Dick,” you interject, raising an eyebrow at him, “you’ll be in here until you get your head out of your ass. And respectfully, I’m saying this with love, really, but that’ll only take as long as you want it to. These days, it sounds like it’ll take awhile.” Dick stares at you. The corners of his lip twitch.

“With love, huh?” Of course that’s what he settles on. You roll your eyes at him instead of rising to the obvious bait, and start getting up.

“I’ll be waiting, Not-Boy Wonder. Who knows what you’ll be getting when you come out?”

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