Dick Grayson x Latina🇻🇪!Metahuman!reader
Warnings: Canon typical violence/Cussing/Boundary Setting lmao
“Ni de vaina,” you state hopelessly at the sight in front of you. “There is no way this is actually deadass happening.”
In your living room stood your boyfriend, in his hero suit, dragging his bleeding vigilante brother across the floor, not only getting blood on the hardwood of your new apartment, but on your new and expensive Biyaliyan rug.
“Heyyy, birdie,” Jason rasps, using the hand that’s not holding his helmet to wave at you.
“I don’t know if you guys know this,” you start, already pissed off. “But I’m retired! I can’t have…” you pause, realizing you have no clue who did this, before continuing. “I can’t have whoever it is that did this tracing you guys here! Also, that rug is NEW and EXPENSIVE, Dick. Get him off of there.”
“Babe, he’s so heavy,” Dick groans, and you decide to release the coil you hold on to when you’re out, and allow your wings to ripple out from your back, fully activating your meta-human abilities. You carefully walk over to the boys, and pull Jason up to his feet.
“I’ll fly him to Gotham,” you state simply. “Please tell me your bike isn’t destroyed, Dickie.”
Dick stands up straighter, “She’s fine, hidden.”
“I don’t know how I feel about flying-“ Jason begins, but you scoop him up, ignoring his words.
“You are pretty heavy,” you admit. “It’ll take me a little longer than usual to get to the manor, but it’s quicker than a bike or car.”
“This is emasculating,” he states as Dick opens the large window that looked out to Blüdhaven’s skyline.
Jason holds onto your neck tightly as you jump out your window, using the momentum to help pull yourself up without using too much energy.
“Alright, Jay,” you sigh as the wind pick you guys up, allowing you to glide easier. “What happened? I didn’t even know you were here!”
“Some guy who owes me ran off to Blüdhaven, so I got your boyfriend to help me out,” he answered simply.
“And this guy somehow managed to shoot you twice in the same leg and a third time in the abdomen?” you question.
“Nope, Deathstroke was on us for some reason,” he answered.
“Deathstro- are you fucking kidding me?” you squawk. “Deathstroke is trying to kill you guys?!”
“Probably, yeah,” he nods.
The rest of the flight is spent in silence, and you drop silently into the manor’s backyard, using your access code to get down into the Bat Cave.
“Bruce!” you yell as you walk down the stairs, your arms trembling from holding Jason’s 6 foot 225 pound self for the past thirty-five minutes. “Alfred! Jason’s hurt!”
That gets the attention you needed, and they both meet you in the middle of the spiral stairwell, and take Jason from your arms.
“Fat ass,” you mutter.
“I heard that!” he calls out gruffly, wincing from the movement he made to lunge at you.
Twenty minutes later, Dick rides in on his bike, and hurriedly begins to tell Bruce what happened.
“Yeah, and the first thing that Thing 1 and Thing 2 can think of to do is go straight to my apartment instead of call me,” you add on, interrupting Dick’s story.
“You- They what?!” Bruce reacts angrily.
“I know!” you exclaim, a silly smile on your face. “Endangering a civilian!”
“I panicked!” Dick defends himself. “And Deathstroke got into our comms! What else was I supposed to do?”
“Phone?” you offer, raising an eyebrow. Bruce goes to lecture Dick, but you shake your head at him. “Go check on Jason, B.”
He nods, and you turn back to Dick, sighing. “I might be making jokes, but this is a serious issue. You can’t just show up to my apartment as you’re actively being targeted and chased, especially by one of the worst criminals out there. I know it takes time to get used to me being retired, I’m also not used to it, but there has to be a hard line. I can get to you in seconds. If you need me, I will be there. But you can’t show up at my apartment, fully suited up, bleeding, and being chased.”
“I-I know,” Dick sighs. “It’s so weird to not have you there in the first place, and on top of that I panicked because Jason blocked the bullet from getting me, I just didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry.”
It had only been three weeks since you retired your own hero title, and everyone was still settling with it, including yourself.
You were fighting Bane alone, and you weren’t equipped for a fight with the big guy. Your metahuman mutation not only gave you large retractable wings, advanced strength, and advanced healing, but also hollow bones, like a bird’s. Your pneumatic bones were prone to breaking easier than your solid bones, so when your skull, sternum, and wings were hit by Bane, the bone was basically turned into dust. Batman came to help as your bones were breaking, but the only thing that truly saved you from an early demise was your metahuman healing factor.
You decided it was time to throw in the towel when you woke up with your entire head bandaged.
“I know, Dick,” you sigh. “Thank you, and I forgive you. It’s going to take a lot adjusting for me, for you, for- for everyone! Don’t take it to heart.”
You give him a little peck on the cheek.
“Now that Jason’s okay, though,” you purse your lips. “And we’re in Gotham, I say we take advantage of being here, especially late at night. Let’s go to that late night Venezuelan food truck. I want an empa.”
“Oohhh that sounds good. I could use a soursop juice,” he nods.
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