Note: I don’t care what people say, it is perfectly acceptable to wear socks in bed… especially when your SO is also prone to ice feet. *sticks out tongue* Anywho… trying a new fic rotation schedule. Are Tuesdays okay, with the series and requests still coming out on Friday? Having three (or more) coming out on the same day is a bit much. Let me know of any feedback you’ve got. Tag lists, requests, and general comments are always open. Enjoy!
You were cold. You didn’t like being cold. Especially on a rare sleep-in morning. So you grabbed the winter sheet with both hands and tugged it with all your might. A minute or so later, it was tugged away.
“Seriously,” you hissed. You turned, ready to steal the sheets back even at the cost of waking him up but stopped short. With a sigh, you settled back into the pillows and observed him.
Halloween had been pretty hectic this year. Multiple rogues, and several working together to cause the most chaos they could. Dick’s under-eyes were darker than usual. And now that you’d thought about it, he’d only come in a few hours ago. For all the crazy nights and late hours, his face looked the most peaceful when he was asleep. You’d had an easier time of it as dispatch. And as such, technically needed more sleep instead of a morning fight.
So, you snuggled closer to him and went back to sleep.
***
Sleep-in mornings also meant an 80% chance of waking up horny.
In only a few hours of extra sleep, your feelings for Dick had flipped 180 degrees. But you still didn’t want to wake him.
He groaned in his sleep and the edges of his mouth twitched. The way his eyes were moving behind his lids, he must have been having a good dream.
Oh. Maybe you could… no. He needed to sleep. Needed more than just a few hours of it. But you know how to do it without waking him up. He really likes it. Yeah, and then he wakes up and- And ravages you. Ravaging is not resting. No. But- No.
You huffed, falling back into the pillows. Dick hummed in his sleep, thrusting his hips.
Fine.
Doing your best not to shift the sheets too much, you flipped so that your bottom half was outside, and your head was under. It didn’t matter that you were in sweats and socks, your legs were chilled. If this worked, you would be warm soon enough too. Dick was wearing similar attire, but the sweats were old and the elastic was long gone. Meaning that you could untie the string holding them tight around his body and easily get to his cock.
Already your mouth was watering. And he wasn’t fully hard yet.
Dick gasped in his sleep as you began to slowly pump his length. It swelled and warmed in your hand. You twirled your thumb around the top, smiling as you were rewarded with a bead of precum. His hips gave another jolt, pumping himself in your hand. He whimpered as you sloppily kissed up and down his cock.
“Y/N,” he moaned.
You froze, minimizing your hand movements until you were sure he was still asleep. Then you took the head into your mouth, humming at the taste. Taking him further, you gripped his base. With your other hand, you found that small spot behind his balls and made him gasp louder than before. His hands clawed at the sheets. You like to call it his only weakness. He called it ‘cheating.’ Never stopped you from using though, and you kept pulsing pressure on it while taking him further.
A flush had crept into your skin. And you were pressing your thighs together. If he were awake, Dick would make some comment about how you liked sucking him off more than he did.
“Y/N.”
Oops.
The sheets were pulled away and you stifled a grin as Dick visibly had to take a moment having seen you with your lips around his cock. “Good morning,” you hummed, devilishly licking him from balls to tip.
“’Mornin’,” he breathed. His throat constricted as you went back to work. “Not that I’m complaining, but…” he choked back a moan as you swallowed him down. “Y/N, not that I’m complaining, but what brought this on?”
“Wanted to make you feel good and rested. Needed you.”
He gave an airy laugh. “And this helping me rest?” Before you could make him cum, he pulled you away from his cock. “Am I allowed a request?”
You smiled softly. “Of course, baby. What do you want?”
A second later, he was tugging your sweatpants off. His were tossed to the floor too. Then you were sitting on his abdomen while his hands slid up under your sleep shirt to your breasts. You rocked back and forth across his stomach. Each time his length trapped between your bodies twitched, you shivered, making Dick all the more eager in his pinching of your nipples. Your shirt joined the pile.
Dick guided you to finally sink down on him. Both of you gave a series of stuttered sighs until there wasn’t any more space between your thighs and his hips. You began to rock. Feeling him bump against every inside inch of you. Whimpering as his grip on your hips guided you up so he could thrust. You braced on his chest, clawing and shuddering.
“That’s it, Y/N. Ride me. It’s my turn to make you feel good. Need you,” he whined.
Jumbled sounds fell through your parted lips. From under your lidded eyes, you could see Dick doing his best to hold onto his composure. Waiting for you. You bounced harder, racing to catch up.
“Don’t fight it, baby,” you said. “I’m so close.”
He sucked on his thumb and took it to your clit. You went rigid and cried out. He followed you shortly, tightening his grip on your hips and holding you down to feel every burst of his cum inside you. When he was spent, he helped you fall back to your side of the bed. You ignored how sweaty your bodies were and did your best to lay as close to him as you could.
Dick’s phone pinged. He groaned rolling over to it but reading it changed his mood. “Thank you, Cassandra.” He left it on the nightstand and turned back to you, curling you into his chest. “She’s back in town and Bruce says she’s got my shifts today.”
You bit your lip. “So… you get to be home all day?”
He heard the hopeful twinge to your voice. “I do.” A grin spread across his face, spreading further to yours. “Do you want waffles for breakfast?”
As lovely as that sounded… “can we sleep for a few more hours? Waffles for lunch?”
Dick kissed the tip of your nose. “Of course.” He smirked. “Only if I get to wake you up this time.”
The reader snarks that Dick should do something to keep her from wanting to go out in the dark. So he brings the darkness to her.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, vampire play (can I call it that?) sir/sub, bondage, oral (female receiving), biting, slight bloodplay
Word Count: 1930
Note: Felt in a vampy mood. And it was DC week on my writing schedule. Happy month of Halloween! Tag lists and requests open as always. Enjoy!
“Dick, I swear by that bedazzled disco monstrosity you used to wear, if I find out you’ve lost my blaster wrist guards again I’m going to-“
His finger was on your lips in a second. “I did not lose them. And, for the record, I didn’t lose them the first time. I was modifying them.”
You scoffed. “I couldn’t get them to work for a month after you ‘modified’ them. Where are they this time?” He looked nervous. If you weren’t so worried for your gear it would have been cute. And hot how he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth.
“I’m not a hundred percent sure-“
“Dick-“
“Stop saying it like that. You love my dick. Not a hundred percent sure, but I’m… fifty… six percent sure they are in the cave next to the computer. I was trying to download their diametrics- Y/N.” He sighed and caught your arm as you tried to leave the room. “If I can… upgrade them a bit I’ll feel better about sending you out there.”
It was a long ongoing debate. And it intensified at about the same time every year.
“Sweetie, you can’t keep worrying about me every time October rolls around. I’ve been doing this a while. I can handle it.” You gently removed his hand and headed towards your bedroom. It had been a long day… a long week. You were due for a shower and some sleep on your night off. “You know, if you wanted to keep me from seeking justice in the dark, you should probably find something to keep me here.”
The Wayne mansion may have been old as dirt and lacking in electrical outlets in the main house, but Bruce had spared no expense in the plumping. There was never a shortage of hot water. The great ventilation protected the tiles and woodwork and ensured the mirrors never fogged. Alfred was still your favorite. He was the one who had commissioned the giant fluffy towels unique to each team member.
You stepped out of the bathroom and found you couldn’t see a meter past your feet. The room was pitch dark.
“Dick?” you called. “Richard Grayson, what did you do?”
The bathroom light went out, making you squeak at first. Then you ducked and crouched to move around the room. You were just reaching for your emergency gun when a cold hand brushed across your knuckles. It caught you before you could move away. You were pulled to your feet and pinned against the wall.
“Tonight, darling, it’s not Richard.” Two bright red eyes opened in front of you. “It’s sir.”
With a snap, the room was barely illuminated by a series of candles set around. They had real flames and were too sporadic for him to have been able to light them electronically. And his eyes.
“How are you doing that?” They were mesmerizing. You couldn’t look away and let yourself be led to the bed.
“Don’t worry about it,” he whispered in a voice that sounded more like him. “You said you wanted something to keep you in tonight. I’ll answer anything you ask… later.” He tugged the towel and watched it fall to the floor with a groan. “If you still have voice enough to ask.” He grinned, showing off elongated canines and premolars.
Damn, that was hot.
He guided you to lay on the bed. Still mesmerized by his eyes and fluid movements, you didn’t notice the cuffs until they clicked into place. A twinge of panic made you pull at them. He laughed. Dick cupped your face in his hand and brought your attention back to him. Your writhing stilled. Your breathing evened. He smiled and leaned forward to capture you in the first kiss of many.
The fangs occasionally caught at your lips. His tongue delved deep into your mouth, mimicking the patterns you hoped he would replicate between your thighs later. You whined into his mouth; you wanted more. His tight grip suddenly on your hips cut you off at a gasp.
“Are you going to be good tonight, darling?”
“Yes.”
His eyes flashed.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he crooned. Again, his lips caught yours. He sucked on your bottom lip, then tilted your head for access to your neck. Your blood pounded in your ears the closer he came to your jugular. For a split second, you wondered if this really was your partner or something that had replaced him and was about to drink you dry. Weirder things had happened. The teeth did not connect. He breathed over your pulse point, sending goosebumps dancing across your skin. He kissed you softly, humming into your skin in a way only you would know.
It was him. And he was about to have his sweet wicked way with you.
“Please-“
“No. There will be plenty of time for that later. Right now I just want you to feel.” Dick leaned back and trailed his fingertips down your body. They weren’t as cold as before but compared to the heat of your body, they were like ice. Your body arched under his touch. If you couldn’t beg out loud, your body could do it for you. Including how your thighs rubbed together. Dick noticed and shifted down so he could lightly force them open.
All of your nerves shivered with anticipation. He dragged his nose down the center of your stomach, then down one thigh and up the other. You whimpered.
Dick smirked. “Always so difficult. Maybe I should keep you here all night.” He gave a slight tap to the underside of your thigh. “You know I am infinitely more patient than you. Don’t you agree?”
You nodded your head while your chest stuttered mid-heave.
“Good girl.”
You were forced to bite your lip. The cuffs jangled as you tightened your hold around them. Dick had pushed your thighs further apart and was flattening his tongue against you. Curling it into your heat. Lapping at you. More than tasting. Devouring. And those teeth would scrape on either side of your lips, making your hips jump as if you wanted to be bitten. All the while your throat felt like it was burning with all the sounds you couldn’t make. And Dick kept doing all he could to cause them.
“I like this game,” he purred, curling a finger into your heat. “Good training exercise. How to be silent when you need stealth.” He kissed your inner thigh and nipped at it with his teeth. “You’re doing so good, Y/N. So quiet… I can almost hear your heart thundering.”
It would not have surprised you if he could.
Dick added another finger to his ministrations and sucked lightly at your clit. He nipped harder at your thigh when you gasped. You thought he’d back off. Give you time to recover, perhaps. No. Instead, he moved faster. Sucked harder. Ate you out noisily and scissored you open while you gushed. Your body went rigid as he curled into the perfect place. He eased you through your orgasm, guiding you while also prolonging the pleasure until you were bucking away from his hand. He licked and nipped his way up to your breasts.
Although they were already at attention, Dick sucked on your nipples like he would during preparing you. It seemed he was preparing you for something more. Something you waited for on baited breath as he situated himself between your thighs. His length ran up through your folds, toying with your sensitivity.
“Are you ready to scream for me, darling?”
You nodded.
“Let me hear you, baby.”
“Yes, sir,” you moaned. Your voice was already wrecked.
Proudly, he grinned and his red eyes flashed. “Hold nothing back, now. I want all of it.”
There was a lot to give.
He filled you in one solid thrust. While your body adjusted, he panted and braced himself on either side of your body. Your eyes were too crossed to see much of his face.
“Always so perfect for me.” He leaned even more forward, taking the chance to undo your cuffs and to impossibly deepen his reach. “Mark me. Because I am going to be marking you.”
Naturally, your hands wrapped around to his back. You held on, digging your nails into his skin for stability.
His hips began a slow rhythm that got faster the more you screamed. He braced against the headboard for the both of you, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible. A strangled gasp escaped between his lips as your hips started to match his. Back and forth. The sound of everything he was doing to you was loud, so you had to be louder. He worked to make you louder.
You felt his hot breath on your neck before you felt his teeth. His shoulders rippled under your nails as you clawed them deeper. The bite made your body shudder and almost sent you over the edge.
“Please, sir, again.”
He chuckled low and dark. “Again, she asks.” He made you moan with a strong thrust before slowing down his pace. “And what will you give me for such a kiss, darling?”
With a shuddering breath, you turned your head closer to his ear. “More of me than I have ever been able to give you before.”
Dick growled and harshly twisted your neck so he could once again have access to your throat. His hips once again brought you to the precipice. They slammed into you over and over again. But he waited. Your high pitched moans and desperate clinging to him did nothing. He waited. He removed his hand for just a second, only enough so he could sling your leg higher over his hip. He waited until your eyes could no longer fight to stay open, and your breathing had reduced to shallow pants.
Then he bit you.
He bit at the curve of your neck just as it turned into your shoulder. There was a split-second pause, then your skin gave way to his teeth. Your body gave way to pleasure. And Dick fell along with you. His usual guttural cry was muffled against your skin. It vibrated through you and made you arch even closer to him.
Your bodies stuck together as he collapsed. You didn’t let go, not wanting him to leave. His warm body against yours was always the best part of the last thing you would remember before falling asleep. Still, he kissed over your bite mark and left for a minute. Your eyes drooped, but you could feel him taking care of your wound and cleaning you up.
When he finally slipped into bed, you hummed in delight and curled towards his chest. You decided you could fight sleep for just a little longer.
“How long had you been planning this?”
“Since you made me watch Queen of the Damned last month.”
You laughed and poked his chest. “I didn’t make you do anything. I was watching my movie and you plopped down and stole my popcorn. You’ve never complained about my smug indulgences before.”
He nuzzled at your jawline. “Not complaining now. I kinda liked how you reacted to me tonight.” You hissed as he nipped at your neck again with his fancy new teeth.
With a hushed sigh, you tilted your head to give him more access again. “What can I say? The best things happen in the dark. And baby, you are the best of darkness.”
Note: There was supposed to be more to this, but the week got away from me. If you’d like there to be a smutty part two, let me know. Any other thoughts, comments, and ideas can be sent to my requests, which is open for business. So is my tag list for a bunch of fandoms. Enjoy!
When he walked in, he immediately stood out like a perfect target. The swagger was like something pulled out film noir. A bad one. And the “tattoos?” Even temporary tats should be applied over a few days so they don’t all look fresh, ignoring how fake they looked.
He blustered up to the bar and waved you over. You groaned.
“A martini, please. Sh-“
“I swear, if you say the Bond line I will kick your ass myself.” You made him the drink quickly, eyeing everybody that was eyeing him. He paid for it then and left a great tip. “Honey, that’s sweet and all, but you really don’t belong here.”
He nodded and took a sip. “I agree this is not my typical drinking destination. But I’m looking for someone.” The bar instantly went silent. The man continued on like nothing had changed. “He’s about six-two, balding, has a four-leaf clover tattoo cut through by a scar on his left shoulder, is wearing a bright blue shirt, and has a really bewildered look on his face right now.”
A man fitting that description stood at a back-corner booth. “Who’s lookin’ for ‘im?” He was a local gangster known for sneaking ammunition in and out of the city. Cináed by name.
The rookie didn’t look back. “Oh, a few people. But just me at the moment.” He finished his drink and swiveled around on his bar stool. “I was wondering if we could talk.” He reclined against the bar as Cináed’s men left their table and formed a circle around him.
“One more time,” Cináed growled, “who’s askin’?” His hand reached under his coat. “Everybody out!” He made eye contact with you. “Sorry, miss.” He pulled out a wallet and dropped a large fold of cash on the counter. “For your missed tips. This is your place, so you can stay and keep an eye on it. We’ll try not to get it too messy.”
You swallowed. “I’d appreciate that.” The last of the patrons filed out. You left the bar and went around collecting glasses. You cleaned them at the far end of the bar, straining your ears to hear what they were saying.
“I just want to talk. I heard about a little somethin’ you did on thirteenth street. Wanted to meet the mastermind.” He sighed and put his hands up as a goon patted him down. He bit down on his lip when the goon fumbled with the bottom of his shirt. “I can explain-“
“Officer Richard Grayson.”
Several guns clicked and cocked into place. Cináed pointed his ready piece at the officer’s head.
“What did you want to know, officer? ‘Cause you’re talkin’ to the wrong guy.”
“Am I? My apologies.” Grayson tried to stand up but was forced back down. “It was beautifully done. I thought perhaps it was your brother, but we found one of your prints at the scene. Unless he’s framing you.” He leaned back further as Cináed pushed his gun into his forehead.
“Is that so?”
“Boys,” you called out. “Don’t make a mess in my bar.”
Cináed nodded and stepped back. “My apologies, miss. Listen, Officer, even if my sweet kid brother was tryin’ to frame me… there wouldn’t be evidence. Try Okada. He keeps encroaching on my turf with his sales. If I’m out of the way, he gets twenty square blocks. Got it?”
Grayson nodded. “That’s what I needed to hear.” He licked his lips and looked around. “Do I get to pass this along to my superiors?”
The boss shared a look with the man to his right. He jutted his chin and the men started to leave, paying for their drinks on the way out. Cináed was the last out. “Get home safe, miss.” The bell over the door chimed on his way out.
The officer drew his hand across his face. He turned around to you. “Can I get a-“
“We’re closed.”
When you got home, your boyfriend was waiting for you.
“Did you really have to be so dramatic?” You dropped your purse and escaped your shoes. “And what’s with the tattoos? They look terrible.”
Dick was laying on the couch shirtless. He smiled brightly. “Welcome home to you too. I got what I needed.”
“Mmm. And you almost got shot for the trouble.”
You avoided his grasp on the way to the bedroom. He groaned and chased after you. He didn’t catch you until it was just the two of you and your skivvies. You helped make it even by pushing down his sweatpants. When he leaned in to kiss you, all he got was air.
“I’m mad at you. You almost got yourself killed.” You stopped him from saying more with a kiss of your own. “I could have lost you. Right in front of my eyes.” You covered up his excuses with more desperate kisses. He hissed as you dug your nails down his back. He was there. You could feel him. He was okay.
Dick pulled you down to sit in his lap on the bed. “Hey. I’m okay.” He nuzzled into your neck. “I won’t promise anything because I can’t, but nothing is going to happen to me. Or you. Okay?” He pulled you ask close as he could. “I’m here. Safe.”
You leaned back with a chuckle. “Safe? Honey, you are stuck in this room with me. A very scared and horny me.” You licked your lips as he tilted his head.
“Did… did me staring down that guy turn you on?”
“A bit. Yeah.” You straddled his hips.
It was a lovely night, though you made sure he understood that if he almost blew your cover again, there would be serious consequences. Drowsily you played with the ink across his chest.
“You gotta get rid of the tats, babe. They are so fake.”
“What, you don’t like them? I even got one inspired by you.” Dick turned onto his stomach so you could see the rose between his shoulder blades.
“Fine. If you do ever go for it, you can get something like that.” You laughed when he tried to crawl back over top of you. “Nuh-uh. We’re closed.” You pushed him off and curled your back into his chest. It wouldn’t be long before circling your hips would inspire him to convince you to stay open.
A Nightly Affair: (S) Nightwing keeps mistaking your apartment for his and you two grow very close. Very. Close. So close as to put you in danger, unless Nightwing can find you first. [Series Masterlist]
The Kissing Thief: (S) Y/N gets fed up with Dick Grayson hiding mistletoe all over the manor, and suggests an alternate activity. The ‘alternate activity’ continues all year. No plot, just smut and fluff. [Series Masterlist]
Dick won unlimited kisses till the 4th with his New Year’s glitter antics. How far would he have to go to win them for life?
Pairing: Dick Greyson x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: plot without point, SMUT, oral (female receiving), fluff ending (kinda?)
Word Count: ~1620
Note: I can’t decide if this should be the last installment of this series or not. Please let me know what you think in the comments or by reblogging with suggestions. Likes are always appreciated. And please don’t forget that my requests are open, as well as my tag list. Please enjoy!
Whether you were on or off duty, Dick was taking full advantage of his kissing rights. You had promised him endless ones till July since he gliterized Jason, but as July moved on Dick had gotten anxious. He knew why you ended the deal in July. It was one of the crazier months of the year with the availability of fireworks and prestigious celebrations that could be crashed.
But you didn’t want the deal to end as much as he didn’t. It wasn’t that he couldn’t kiss you anytime in the first place, but the excessive mistletoe back at Christmas had to be dealt with. Although, you couldn’t complain of the results of your Christmas sparring match.
If anything, you loved the way his mouth moved against yours. The way he would chuckle as you leaned forward when he pulled away. How your hips would press against his when you were in the mood for something more.
“Chandra? Come in, Chandra.” The voice calling your vigilante name broke through your thoughts. “Chandra, are you okay?” It finally registered that you were talking to Bruce.
“Yes, sorry,” you said, pressing the com further into your ear. “Nothing to report so far. This side of town is quiet.”
“Good to hear. Head back to the Batcave and rest up. We have several hours before the mayor’s Fourth of July Banquet. Nightwing will fill you in on the details.”
“Yes, sir. Over and out.”
You found Dick staring at the plethora of screens in the cave. After removing the radio from your ear, you watched him flick through every camera he had access to. A shadow flickered at the bottom corner of one screen. Dick maneuvered his screens to show every possible path. The shadow passed through another one, then pounced on a mouse in the third.
“Such a fiend should be brought to justice,” you said in your best Batman voice. Then you giggled. “Don’t let Damian see it though, or we’ll have another pet.”
Dick smiled back and walked over to pull you into his arms. He rested his chin on your head as you buried your face into his chest. After a moment, he pulled back. “Are you okay? You sounded a little out of it on the com.”
“Yeah, I’m good. I was thinking over something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Am I going to like it?”
“I think so.”
Before he could reply with some sassy remark, Tim rode into the cave on his bat-bike. “Hey, Grayson. Can I watch the screens for an hour or so? I have a theory.”
“Sure, I guess. But if you mess up my system I’ll have you rewire the game room.” He chuckled as you shuddered in his arms. Even the hardest tech-monster would run screaming from the game room. It looked like something out of a space horror movie.
“Fair enough. Are you okay, Y/N?”
“Yeah, my ankle felt like it was acting up. Dick was going to look at it for me.” You yelped as Dick lifted you off the floor and started to carry you back into the house. “Thanks for asking, Tim.”
Back in Dick’s room, he dropped you on the bed. “You didn’t say anything about your ankle earlier. I thought I was going to like this talk?”
“You are. I couldn’t exactly say I wanted to extend your kissing contract indefinably in front of him, now could I?”
Dick smirked. “So… may I kiss you now?” You nodded. He dipped down to press his lips against you chastely. “May I kiss you again?” You hummed and rose up to meet him. He licked your bottom lip till you opened up to him. His hands ran over your heated skin, leaving hotter streaks in their wake. He broke away, chuckling as your lips followed him. “What if I want to do more than kiss you?”
You rested a finger on your lips as if in thought. “You still have to ask nicely.”
“Always. May I have this roll in the hay, Miss Y/N?”
“Yes, you may, Mr. Richard.”
With a giggle, you pulled at the hem of his shirt. Dick helped you discard it before making quick work of your uniform. He slid out of his pants and boxer briefs as you tossed away your bra and panties. He hovered over you while your chest heaved. The minimal light in the room made his face stand out in contrast, angular and half-hidden. Your eyes flicked down to see what the light was doing to his abs. Washboard as ever. Dick stole your focus back by running his nose down your forehead, over your face, down the hollow of your throat, and stopping between your breasts. He sucked slightly on your skin, then kissed his way up your breast, swirling his tongue around the peak. Your skin broke out into chills as he blew gently across the damp tip, hardening it. He kissed his way down and up to the other side before bringing the other nipple to attention the same way.
You arched into him. Your breath shuddered in your chest. Your skin may have felt like ice, but your blood was on fire. Dick took your arch as a chance to snake his arm behind your waist and flip you over a pillow. He kissed his way across your shoulder blades and down your spine. He sucked a mark just at the base of your spine. He blew cool air over that spot too, making you gasp.
He leaned back up to whisper in your ear. “Would you like your roll in the hay to be gentle and slow, or fast and rough, Miss Y/N?”
You groaned in pleasure. Rough sounded wonderful, but you had to think practically. “Slow tonight. I need to be able to run tonight if things go sideways at the banquet.”
“Yes, ma’am. Slow and gentle it is.” Dick shimmied down the bed till his face was aligned with your pussy. He parted the meat of your ass to get a better look and found it glistening. He hummed as he laid a thick stripe bottom to top. “You always taste so wonderful.” He continued to lick and suck till you were hyper sensitive and hyper aware of how wantonly you were moaning. With each moan from you, Dick increased his efforts to please you; a delightful barter system of yours. He added fingers to the mix. He curled and twisted his digits till your moans had turned into soft screams.
“Anytime you want to come, Y/N, go ahead. Hold nothing back.”
Your walls clenched around his fingers as he curled them deeper into you. Your skin burned as he licked up the slick pouring from you. Warm hands rubbed your legs till they stopped shuddering from the bliss. Gently he hummed against the side of your thighs, soothing you till your breathing was no longer ragged.
As if a warm blanket had settled over you, you fought off the sudden urge to sleep. You could feel Dick’s hard length against your backside as he came to hover over you.
“Do you want to sleep, or…” he started.
“One more. Please, Dick, one more. With you.”
A sigh passed through your lips as he massaged your shoulders and kissed the back of your head. He reached down and guided his tip into your wet heat. He used your arousal to coat his cock before beginning a slow entrance into you. There was no way you could have been any more relaxed and ready for him. He slid in easily, like silk, bottoming out with a grunt.
“Sweet… gah… you feel perfect, Y/N.”
He took a deep breath, then began to pull just as slowly out of you. The languid rhythm was nearly tortuous. It was enough burn to bring you close to orgasm, but you knew it would never push you over. Tiny mewls and breathy hums did nothing to spur him on like they usually would. He seemed intent on making the sensation last but you could feel him struggling. His cock throbbed inside you, ready to finish. Your skin had broken into a sweat long ago, but you could feel his sliding through yours as he maintained his pace.
“Dick, sweetie, you can go a little faster than that. Please?”
He moaned back at you and started to jolt his hips. The sound of skin slapping on skin mingled with the increased cries falling from both of you. The tell-tale fire in your gut reached its combustion point and you tumbled over the edge. You felt his hips stutter once, twice and then he stilled and spilled into you with rope after rope.
You were almost asleep when you felt the bed dip and Dick roll you off the pillow and onto your back. He maneuvered a warm towel between your legs, and then a second one over your skin till it was cleansed of patrol and sex sweat. You groaned in protest as he sat you up.
“Hydrate. Bruce will kill me if you pass out from dehydration on mission.” He waited till you finished the glass before refilling it and downing it himself. Then he slid into the bed and pulled the covers over your bodies.
You would have been a sleep, but his mind was seemingly still awake.
“Do you think anyone’s figured out how to make a Bat symbol firework yet?”
You would have rolled your eyes had they not already been closed and if you had the energy. You settled for a gentle smile.
“If you see any, let me know,” you murmured. You felt him stroke your hair till consciousness slipped away.
Dick make’s sure that his and Y/N’s year goes out with a bang as the new one begins.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader, appearances by Tim Drake, Jason Todd
Warnings: pranking, SMUT, NSFW gif below the cut, risk of getting caught
Word Count: 1200+
Note: Originally, this was supposed to be where it ended, but then I extended the prize time to Valentines. A week of endless kisses seemed too short. Enjoy! And Happy New Year!
Tim leapt into action, tossing blankets over his teammate till all anybody would see was a pair of not-so-empty socks. He used a pillow to hide those and leaned on them, making the blanket yelp.
“Shh.”
The house was silent for a moment, then chaos erupted.
Tim shivered over your hiding place as Jason roared. You found a gap in the blankets and peaked out as Jason walked around the corner, his black and red uniform obliterated in silver and gold glitter. He held his helmet away from his body like it was diseased.
“Tim, I swear if this was you, I will-“
“It wasn’t me! Look,” he held out his hands, “no glitter.”
Jason growled and stalked away. You poked your hands out to check them. They were clean, and not without considerable effort on your part.
Dick would have no such luck. He had overseen the adhesive strips that held the glitter packets in the helmet until Jason went to put it on.
“Dick! I’m going to kill you! I’m going to smother you… choke you… get back here!”
You giggled as Dick’s laughter echoed through the mansion. It ended abruptly with the sound of beeping: the Batman’s call to action. The prank was over, but definitely not forgotten. You wondered what Bruce would say when he saw the glitter, if anything at all. You wondered what Commissioner Gordon would say.
“Who’s idea was it?” Tim asked, throwing the blanket off you.
“Dick said glitter. I suggested putting it in his helmet. Dick wanted to drop it on him from the banister.”
Tim shook his head with a grin, then went back to what he was doing. You headed towards the library to read till the team got back. Dick got you “The Hubble Cosmos” by Devorkin for Christmas, but this was the first down time you had since the holiday shenanigans picked up. The swollen ankle you earned while chasing Harley Quinn helped. Bruce commanded you to stay put till the swelling went down.
They came back late, nearly midnight. You were deep in space, so much so that you didn’t hear Dick come in till he was tickling your feet.
“Glad you like it. Anything interesting yet?” He moved your legs to sit next to you before pulling them back onto his lap.
“Plenty. I’ll let you borrow it when I finish.” You continued reading as Dick drummed his fingers on your shins. You peaked over the top of the book at him. He was staring at you. Licking his lips like a starved man. “Did you want to ask me something?”
You barely had time to plant your bookmark before it was tossed onto the coffee table. Dick pinned your arms to your side as he kissed you breathless. You squirmed, not to get away, but as an effort to touch him. He squeezed on your arms tighter, denying you that wish, but you felt his desire rut against you.
“Dick,” you breathed.
“It’s coming, don’t worry.”
“Are you ever not going to use that?”
“Nope.” He moved to sucking hard on your neck, taking time to make them dark and noticeable. He let one of your hands escape so he could palm your breast, then toying with the edge of your shirt. You used your free hand to grip the juncture of his legs. His kissing faltered as he almost fell off the couch. You took the chance to push him onto his back on the other end of the couch.
Now it was your turn. You kept the kisses slow, and the pressure on his bulge just enough to keep him pinned. You worked your way across his collarbone, still sweaty from the mission, and up around his neck. He pulled you closer, then gripped your ass. You moaned and rolled your hips together.
“We could get caught,” you whispered.
“Yeah.” He leaned back to give you more access as his hands crept below the hem of your sweatpants. You shivered at his touch, retaliating by sucking a mark below his ear.
Your kisses morphed into open-mouthed pants as he found his way to your heat, stroking your clothed sex in the way that made your hips buck against his.
“You gonna ride me, baby?” he whispered. You groaned and rolled to sit up. You both removed your pants and underwear and tossed them away before you laid over top of him again. He slid his length through your lower lips while watching your face. He chuckled as you braced yourself on his chest. You raised up so he could push the tip into you, then let him help you sink onto him. The couch was wide enough for your legs to rest easily on either side of him.
He kept one hand on your hip, holding you on him till you were whimpering for him to move, and the other on your breast, squeezing it gently through your tee. He gripped you tight to raise you up, then to impale you as he arched up to meet you. Again, and again, and again he slammed into you till you were clamping a hand over your mouth to hide your cries.
“Babe, please be close,” Dick panted. He was shining with new sweat; you were sure you looked similarly disheveled. He pulled you down harder onto a thrust, hitting your sweet spot and making you scream through your palm. “I’ll take that as a hopeful yes.”
He raked his nails over your ribcage on their way down to your clit. A few hard strokes were enough to send you spiraling. Your walls spasmed around him, taking him down with you with a hoarse shout. Your legs quaked as he arched into you, sheathing you while his cum coated you warm and thick. He pumped into you two or three times, your mind couldn’t count at the moment, to draw out the high. Dick sighed and let himself slide out before pulling you down to his chest.
He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back, humming into your hair sweet nothings.
“It’s almost midnight,” he said finally. You forced your eyes open to look at the grandfather clock. 11:50. “They’ll be expecting us in the batcave. Alfred is feeling extra festive this year.”
You groaned and muttered, “do we have too?”
“We can ring in the new year ourselves afterwards if you go with me.” You looked up to his smirking face.
“Deal, if you carry me upstairs so we can get cleaned up a little. A more in-depth shower can happen later.” You squealed as Dick threw your clothes at you.
“3…2…1! Happy New Year!”
Before you could pull Dick down to you, he dragged you to the door between the manor and the entrance of the cave. The mistletoe he’d put up nearly a month ago still hung there. He cupped your face and kissed you deeply, sweeter than before.
“I’m loving this unlimited kissing thing. What can I do to earn a yearly subscription?”
“You can have them till July,” you pulled an egg out of your pocket, safe in a pillow case, “if you crack this glitter egg on Jason’s head.”
He was off like a shot. You joined everyone, minus Jason, in laughter as he was covered in bright pink glitter. Dick hiked you over his shoulder during his retreat, trailing glitter through the manor as carried you up for the after-mission/party shower you suggested. Glitter got on everything before you even made it to the shower.
Y/N recovers from being kidnapped. She now knows who Nightwing is, but she’s having difficulty keeping the dark memories out of the bedroom. He offers a solution.
Pairing: Nightwing x Reader
Warnings: SMUT. Reader PTSD. Promises of erasing that PTSD with revenge of a sort. Yellow warning.
“Promise you’ll be here in the morning,” you yawned. He hummed at you and kissed your cheek. “Promise me you’ll never disappear again.”
“Always, Y/N. Never, darling.”
You fell into a dreamless sleep. When you woke up he was there, gray eyes looking into yours. A few seconds later he laid a kiss on your nose.
“Good morning,” you said.
“’Morning.”
You looked at his face, new to you in the morning light. He hadn’t left his mask on overnight, not since you removed it to patch up his face. The curves of his chin and nose looked familiar. Like something out of a magazine.
“So do I get to know your name as well, or just your face now?”
He laughed. “Richard. Richard Grayson. But my friends call me Dick.”
You giggled, “how opportunistic.” His named face grinned back at you as you booped his nose. It wiggled, but you couldn’t laugh. Something about the way his face was so close to yours made you anxious.
Memories flooded in. The Trigger Twins. Blockbuster. His face close to yours, angry and threatening. You didn’t realize you were sweating till Dick pushed a y/h/c curl out of your face.
“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here. You’re safe.” He pulled you to his chest as you shivered. You were so exhausted. And he was so warm. You fell asleep again, but not as dreamless.
Over and over you were kidnaped. You started to notice everything you had done wrong. You didn’t look through the scope to make sure it was him. You didn’t scream earlier. You didn’t run for the phone, which sitting on the kitchen counter. You shouldn’t have called out in the first place till you knew it was him. Over and over you were slung over someone’s shoulder and shook as they carried you down the steps. The shaking increased as you fought the dream, till it was almost to the level of an earthquake.
“Y/N! Y/N! Wake up! You’re a home, you’re safe. Please wake up.” Nightwing… no… Dick shook you from the nightmare. You were panting, crying, and your voice felt hoarse like you’d been screaming. His wounds had reopened. Then you realized you had scratched him in your sleep. Shredded him.
“Dick! I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault.” You got up and ran to the bathroom before he could stop you. You slammed the door breathing hard.
Your arms reflected at you in the mirror, catching your attention as they laid against the door. For the first time you noticed the bruising around your wrists. The purple and blue welts were detailed enough to where you could see the rope pattern. You didn’t remember pulling on them that hard, but they entranced you. You traced your fingers over them. The feel of Walt tying the rope. You straining against them in the warehouse. Nightwing cutting them. They felt hydrated. He must have lotioned them or something while you were asleep.
“Y/N?” Dick rapped a knuckle on the other side of the door. “Please come out.”
You wanted to hide forever. No. You couldn’t let this destroy you. Dick had come for you, saved you. You were safe.
You creaked open the door, looking sheepishly up at him. He gently ran a hand up your arm, hesitant to pull you into his. You fell into them on your own.
“It’s okay, Y/N. It’s going to take a while, but we’ll get you back.”
“No,” you said. Dick pulled back, surprised. “I want breakfast, like yesterday before everything happened. I want to have a do-over of yesterday.”
You walked past him into the kitchen and took the eggs, peppers, and milk out of the fridge. Dick took the eggs and milk, then started to make the base while you cut up the peppers. Shink. Shink. The knife slid through the red peppers like they were nothing. The sound faded as you honed in how the red reflected in the blade. Blockbuster had been wearing a red handkerchief in his breast pocket, wasn’t he? Or was it blue? The reflection shifted from red to blue. Or was he wearing one at all?
“Y/N?”
You snapped your face to look over at Dick. His brow was creased in worry. You quickly finished slicing the pepper and let him sprinkle it into the omelet. He retrieved the spices himself. You grinned when he reached over you to get at them, poking his abs when his shirt rose up. He sat you on the island as he finished cooking, then fed it to you like he had the day before. It tasted good, better than before. He turned to put the plate in the sink, almost dropping it when you slid your toes into the hem of his sweats to pull him towards you.
You didn’t say anything, just pressed your lips into his. You wanted to drown in him. He stood there taking your kiss, then slowly began to give back. His tongue ran over your bottom lip. You opened up to him, and he dove in exploring you like it was the first time. He reached up to run his hands over your back. To pull you into his chest. You sighed. Nothing had happened. This was just another Sexy Morning. Part two of hopefully many.
His fingers ran up under your shirt, and you stuck yours down the collar of his to grasp his wide shoulders. He leaned back and stripped his off, but kept you from removing yours. He leaned you back and slid off your shorts and panties instead. The marble was cold against your back, chilly through the sleep shirt you liked.
He kissed the inside of your thigh, making you pant. He sucked a dark spot, then licked around it to smooth away the pleasure-pain. Then he did the same to the other side, grunting as he nibbled. He moved side to side, inching closer to your center, making you both groan as he grew closer. He breathed into your heat, making you shudder. You gasped as he ran a quick stripe up your folds. You bucked your hips against his face, but he pinned them to the counter and began to flick his tongue in and out of you.
You needed him. Needed him deeper in you. You needed him to move. Needed to move. His grunts filled your head. Bodies sailed in the warehouse. Tumbling out of his way as he fought his way to you, grunting and bleeding.
“Dick?”
“It’s coming baby, just you wait.”
“No, sweetie. Code yellow. Yellow,” you whispered.
He pulled back and wiped his face clean. His pupils were still large, but they were shrinking rapidly as he stared, intent on your face. The new familiar sweat of fear coated your body. You looked away from his gaze, mad at yourself for sinking again.
“Y/N, it’s okay. You’re safe,” he said. You gripped the edge of the counter till your knuckles were white and throbbing. He tried to loosen your grip, but you jerked away from his touch. Leaning down he kissed your hand against the marble. “It’s not your fault. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” Then he walked into the bedroom.
You could hear him making a phone call. Kinda wondered if he was calling Batman.
When he came out he was clothed and had some for you too.
“Do you trust me?” he asked. There was a hint of doubt in his voice, like he wasn’t sure you would answer like you would any day before … everything.
“Yes.”
“Okay. Get dressed. We’re going on an adventure.”
Confused, you did as he said, then followed him as he led you down the street to a bar. Some hole-in-the-wall you’d never noticed before. He pulled you down the back alley then turned to face you. In his hand was a small phone he hadn’t been holding before. Had he?
“I called my boss earlier. He doesn’t know who I am, but he lets me leave before it gets too dark. We’ve been looking for a night bartender for a while. And I need someone who can keep their ear to the ground when I can’t.” He tilted his head to look at you.
“What’s that?” Your interest was piqued.
“A phone in essence. Here, it reads your fingerprint. That way if it gets stolen or something, nobody else can use it.” He spun each of your prints across the scanner, kissing each on when he was done. “It also reads your heart-rate in case you are being made to call me or if you are in other danger. Then I can show up but keep an eye out for an ambush.”
He led you into the bar and behind the counter. Already the early drinkers were beginning to show up. He stayed a while, showing you how to use the phone and teaching you how to mix drinks. It kept your mind off anything else because he kept throwing in really complicated ones he had come up with himself. Then he slipped out the back with a wink, leaving you with the owner.
That night you learned a lot about the criminal underworld. And how to make a fantastic White Russian. You were focused on making the drinks. On listening to the customers. You felt power seeping into your bones as con-men and burglars spilled every plan they had to one another. Every once and a while you would send a text to Nightwing with something bigger than the rest. You felt in control. And made a bank in tips. You left sometime around one, then slept without even a glimmer of a nightmare.
A week later you stood in the bedroom doorframe, sipping your coffee. He was still asleep. You didn’t know when he had flown in, but it had to be early. He breathed deeply and smiled, eyes still closed.
“I thought it was my job to wake you up with coffee.”
“Hmm,” you grinned. “Technically I didn’t bring you any, but I did bring an offer.”
He sat up against the headboard. “Oh?”
“How about I make breakfast this morning? I bought blueberries yesterday.”
“Really?” he smirked at you and crossed his arms.
“Think maybe you could swallow some French toast? Then maybe we can have second breakfast in the living room?”
You squealed and ran to the kitchen as he threw back the sheets and leaped out of bed. He was only clothed in his boxers. And already swelling.
Nightwing wants to tell you his identity at a date. He’s not the one who shows up for dinner.
Pairing: Nightwing x reader, Blockbuster/Roland Desmond, Trigger Twins, and goons.
Warnings: SMUT. Fluff. Moments of peril. (Wow, one of these is not like the other.) Peril including guns, violence, and a little blood. Unprotected sex, (don’t disappoint Nightwing, always use protection.) Language.
Word Count: 2800+
Note: This one gets a little dark, but if you look really close at the first one I did kind of warn you. Chillax, I still gave you smut, and also bookends of a little morning fluff. Nothing stays dark forever. The gifs are made by me using footage from Ismahawk’s YouTube series, Nightwing the Series.
When you opened your eyes that morning his were looking back at you through the lenses on his mask.
“Morning,” he mumbled, kissing you on the tip of your nose. He’d been waking you up like that for several weeks now after a long night in his embrace. It still made you giggle.
“Right back at’cha.” You booped his nose. He wiggled it like he was going to sneeze. Like he did every morning. You laughed as he rolled with you till he was on top.
“One of these days you’re actually going to make me sneeze, then you’ll be sorry.”
You wriggled your hips into the sheets, chuckling when his gaze started to follow them like a cat following a laser. He pinned them down, grinning knowing he’d caught his canary, then drowned you in a smoldering kiss. A second later he was gone. He stood to one side and put on his boxers.
“I think I’ll make breakfast. Feel free to join me before or after you smell coffee.”
You groaned. You didn’t want to get out of bed, but you were awake. And the idea of coffee sounded so good. The air was crisp now that you were deep into winter, so you grabbed your favorite pair of sweatpants and Nightwing’s sweatshirt. You paused for a moment, thinking, then decided to wear only what you had picked up. Maybe you could coerce him into splaying you out on the island.
Your kitchen was already bright with the sun, and it smelled heavenly of coffee, eggs, and peppers.
“I figured omelets were simple enough. Where do you hide all your spices, though?”
“They’re up here,” you reached up to open one of the cabinets, but let the drawer handle catch the string on your sweats. As you reached higher, your pants stayed in one place so your ass could peek out at him. You pulled down the whole assortment that way. “Oops,” you giggled when you were finished, pulling them back up.
Nightwing took some of the jars from you, his mask unable to hide all of his blush. He turned back to the stove and you hopped up on the island, which was wonderfully empty. The omelets were ready soon, and he fed you yours, leaning between your legs. You discovered he was a fantastic cook.
“Seriously? You fight crime and you can cook! Is there anything you can’t do, darling?” You leaned your forehead against his, close enough to notice how big his pupils were becoming. He took a step back, bumping into the counter as he set the plate down. Already there was a swell in his boxers, which he palmed absentmindedly while looking at you. Your heart began to pound in your chest as he growled at you.
“I can’t keep my hands off you when you call me that.” In a flash he was before you, shoving his hands up his sweatshirt.
When he found what you weren’t wearing he cursed under his breath. “Holy tits, Y/N. How far ahead were you planning this?” He didn’t give you time to reply before flinging the hoodie over your head and sending it flying. He smashed his lips into yours while dropping his boxers. His member sprang free, already hard and throbbing. He pulled you off the island and flipped you so the cold marble made you shiver. “That’s right. Shiver in the cold and with anticipation.” He pinned your arms above your head, leaning over you. His hardness was pressed against you, so you tried to rub against it.
Nightwing held your wrists with one hand, the other he used to play with your clit. You squealed and writhed under him.
“Already so wet, Y/N? Damn, I’m gonna slide right in there.”
He aligned himself from behind. In one breath he buried himself inside you, making him gasp and causing you to scream hard, ending in a moan. He rolled into you, your torso sliding up and back against the island. He moved faster and faster, and the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed in the small space loudly. You were sure your neighbors would hear you. He pulled you back by your hair, giving him enough leverage to find your g-spot. You were sure they would hear you if he kept making you groan like that.
He spread your legs wider so he could thrust deeper. You were close, and so was he. He kept ramming into you quick, but they were getting sloppy and his breathing was ragged against your ear.
“Darling, please, harder. Just a few more. Oh! I’m… ugh…”
“Come for me, Y/N, I’m right there with you.”
Your walls contracted and relaxed, releasing your juices just as he shot his into your heat. He rocked a few more times, then pulled out. Your legs wobbled like jelly. He caught you before you could fall and carried you to the couch. Wrapping you both in the throw, he kissed your cheek.
“Do you think you could handle a secret?” he murmured. You barely heard him.
“Hmm?”
“Do you think you could handle a secret?” he asked again, trepidation seeping into his voice.
“What is it?” You twisted to look at him. His dark hair was plastered to his face, and his pupils were still recovering.
“I want to date you.”
Your heart leaped. You knew you were smiling at him, but could feel nothing except joy through your entire being.
“When I come home tonight, I want to use your front door. I want to tell you – show you who I really am.”
You giggled, then kissed him on his nose. He grinned and got off the couch. You wrapped the blanket around you and sat on the edge of the couch as he recovered his clothing.
“I was scared I’d have to confess my love for you if you did,” you said, laughing when he couldn’t find his boxers.
“Honey, I didn’t think that was a secret.” He found them, then left a little while later. He was going to pick you up at seven sharp. And he would be in a suit.
You called off from work so that you’d have the whole day to prepare. You dropped by Victoria’s Secret for a simple surprise for him; you already had a dress at home.
That night you waited for him to ring or knock, dressed in a midnight blue gown. Underneath you wore a black push-up with a little blue bow, and black panties trimmed in blue lace. A quarter to seven there was a soft knock at the door.
“You’re early, darling,” you called out, “are we a little anx-“
Outside the door was not one handsome man, but two large ones with matching dark grins on their faces. One, voice layered with a western drawl, placed his hand on the door, keeping you from slamming it shut.
“Good ev’ning, little lady. Do you happen to know if Nightwing lives here?”
You gulped, trying to remain calm. “No. You must have the wrong apartment… building… street… thing.” That went well.
“I think you’re telling a lie…”
“A false lie!” the other one added.
“You see, my brother here, oh his name is Wayne and I’m Walt, saw a certain black and blue bird flying in and out of your window several times. So we know he at least comes here.”
You backed away. You couldn’t feel your heart beat. And your throat wouldn’t let any air into your lungs. The men walked in. Walt pulled a letter out of his left back pocket. You noticed he had a rope thrown over his shoulder. Wayne had a gun and a head-sized black bag.
“D’ya think you can get this to him? It’s a letter telling him where we’re taking you.”
You screamed as Wayne leaped forward, pinning your front against the wall. Walt dropped the letter and dropped Wayne’s bag over your head. In the dark, you could feel everything with more focus. Wayne was rough and had his gun jabbed in between your shoulder blades. Walt was tying the rope around your wrists and arms. Then you were in the air, screaming and kicking as they carried you away.
The bag was tugged from your head. You squinted, your eyes sensitive to light.
“Sorry about the dramatics. I wanted to make sure Nightwing would get the message.”
The man in front of you was monstrous. He was sitting down but he still towered over you, terrifying and a lot less cordial looking than his voice suggested.
“So, Y/N, save me a little time. Answer my question and the Trigger Twins will take you home safely.”
You looked around. The little pool of light wasn’t enough to show you any details. It was just enough to give the demon of a man in front of you a sinister shadow across his face.
“Y/N. Who is Nightwing?”
Your lungs were racing each other, making you dizzy as you began to hyperventilate. “I don’t know.” You tried to get up to run away, but your arms and legs were tied to a chair.
“I don’t believe you.” He stood and walked into the darkness. His voice echoed out of the gloom, bouncing around in what seemed like a large room. Maybe a warehouse.
“He mistook my apartment for mine a few nights. That’s all. Please, I don’t know anything.”
The sound of a table being flipped resounded in the dark. “That’s shit. You tweeted that over two months ago. He’s flown into your apartment a hundred times since then!”
Maybe if you said something with a smidgen of truth he would let you go. “Okay. He kept showing up. Liked telling me about his night. But he would leave. I’m nothing but a set of ears to him. If you wanted to catch him, why didn’t you show up sooner?”
“Because I was too busy cleaning up his messes!” His face whipped in front of you, blotchy with red and purple, close enough that you were almost nose to nose. “Do you know what he’s been doing to my operations? The great Blockbuster, fighting a sarcastic and destructive little bird! I can barely do business since he showed up. Now I’m gonna make him pay, gonna make him beg on his knees before me!” He stormed off past the edge of light. When he turned, you could see his eyes glowing.
“And you’re gonna help me.”
He brought a gun to the side of your face. Your vision was going blurry with the influx of oxygen in your system. Maybe if you passed out fast enough he would spare you.
“One more chance. Who is the Nightwing?” He pulled back the hammer with a click. You stopped breathing.
“If you wanted to know my name, why didn’t you just ask me in person, Roland Desmond?”
The warehouse filled with light to reveal Nightwing sitting in the rafters, calm and relaxed. All around you were men armed with machine guns. It didn’t seem to faze him.
“Should’ve told me it was a party. Would’ve worn my suit,” he said, grinning at you. You couldn’t grin back.
Blockbuster still had his gun pressed to your face. It was shaking. Unsteady. You could see his anger at the corner of your eyes.
What happened next was too fast for you to fully understand. First, some heavy-fingered goon let off a shot. Nightwing leaped to the ground, away from you, arching backward like some circus performer. More goons opened fire, and Blockbuster added his gun to the chaos. You would later remember feeling relieved in that moment, glad that it was no longer pointed at you. Nightwing landed on the other side of the warehouse. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the sound of fists on flesh. The gunfire continued till every bullet was spent. Blockbuster stopped firing at a target he couldn’t see and reloaded his gun. Your stomach churned as he stood smugly beside you.
Nightwing came into your sights. He was throwing bodies all around him, kicking, punching, and leaping over goons so that they would occasionally shoot each other. He laughed and seemed to be enjoying himself. You, on the other hand, felt nauseous and dizzy.
Eventually, it was just Nightwing versus the Trigger Twins, who were standing in front of Blockbuster. They seemed shocked that he could take out a room full of guys only little less qualified than them. Walt lowered his guns, and Wayne followed. Walt turned to face Blockbuster, who was grunting and blustering his way towards yelling at them.
“Well mister,” Walt slanged, “We brought ya the girl. You didn’t say anything about fighting a Bat brat. So, we’ll be goin’ now.” He turned and walked towards the door, Wayne following close behind. “Look us up if you need any other services,” he called over his shoulders.
When the door slammed shut Blockbuster had a difficult time deciding whether to hold the gun at you or Nightwing.
“Looks like it’s just you and me, Desmond. Might I suggest you put the gun down?”
“Why,” he decided to point it at you, “so you can take your slut and leave, unscathed? Here’s the deal: I keep her and you walk out, peacefully, and maybe I’ll let her go.”
Nightwing took a step towards him, twirling his head like he did when he was about to sass you.
“Take one more step and I’ll blow her away.” He shoved the gun into your temple, making you cry out involuntarily. Nightwing stopped moving and put his hands up.
“If you kill her, how long do you think you’ll live? I’m no longer a Bat brat, his rules against killing don’t apply to me anymore.” You saw him suppress a grin as Desmond eased off the pressure. “New deal: I let you walk out of here, without a gun, and I leave your operations alone for a week. That should give you enough time to find some more guys.” Somewhere in the back of the pile of bodies, somebody groaned.
Desmond’s hand shook, then he dropped the gun and kicked it towards Nightwing.
“Deal. But know, this isn’t over yet, boy.” Desmond walked away and didn’t look back.
As soon as the door slammed shut, Nightwing raced to your side and cut the ropes around your arms and legs.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” You tried to say something back, but he hushed you. “Let’s get you home and cleaned up.”
You didn’t remember much of the trip except that you were flying. Maybe not. Everything was too fuzzy. When you fully came to, Nightwing was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. He was still in his uniform, and his cuts were sealed with the dried blood. He looked at you when you leaned up to stroke his cheek.
“You should be resting,” he whispered.
“You should get patched up,” you replied, gingerly touching a welt forming on his chest. He flinched, and nodded in agreement.
“I’ll patch up at home.” He stood up to leave, but you caught his hand.
“You know that’s not a good idea. If they could find my apartment, how do you know they haven’t been able to find yours?” He sighed, knowing you were right. You led him to the bathroom, poorly hiding your wobbly legs. Nightwing didn’t seem to notice; he was to exhausted.
You cleaned, stitched, and bandaged your way up his body. When you reached his face you began to work on a cut that had also sliced through his mask. You reached to remove it, but Nightwing grabbed your wrist.
“I need to know,” you said, making him relax his panicked grip. “You were going to tell me before all this. I need to know, like if none of it ever happened and you were about to take me to a fancy restaurant.” He kept his hand on your wrist, his eyes staring into yours searching for any sign of doubt. “Do you trust me to keep a secret?”
He released your wrist and let you slide off his mask. The cut reached up to just under his left eye, which you realized was a pale gray. Now that you could see his whole face, you knew he was handsome instead of just guessing.
You patched him up like nothing had changed, then let him carry you back to bed. You were kind of grateful and was already nodding off by the time he pulled the covers up.
“Promise you’ll be here in the morning,” you yawned. He hummed at you and kissed your cheek. “Promise me you’ll never disappear again.”
“Always, and never, Y/N.”
You fell into a dreamless sleep. When you woke up he was there, gray eyes looking into yours. A few seconds later he laid a kiss on your nose.
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