Preferences: Being Klarion’s sibling and dating Dick Grayson

The Team x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: @severebirdpeace: “Can you do oneshot story of Dick Grayson/Nightwing(Young Justice seasons 3 &4) x Fem s/o who is Klarion the Witch Boy's younger sister; unlike her brother she is kind-hearted, gentle, soft spoken and she uses her magic for good and she's been Dick's secret helper until she was discovered by the heroes and the Light. Each got their own reactions please?”

Artemis was a little skeptical at first. "Uh, how old is 'y/n'?" She asked, knowing that Klarion was about...well, Klarion was some millennia old. She assured Dick she'd be keeping an eye on the two of you, but she knew better than anyone not to judge by who you're related to, even if it happens to be an inter-dimensional chaos demon who has caused plenty of trouble in their years as vigilantes.

Robin and the Stray (Part 2)

Dick Grayson x Kyle!reader

warnings: blood n death ment and urge to puke teehee

a/n:

prompt:

part 1

Joining the Titans wasn’t exactly something you had in mind. The Titans were all kind-hearted heroic-types with these clear cut motives and tragic or powerful backstories that drove them to do good. You were here for two reasons: Dick moved to the other side of the country and you were being “rehabilitated” from your kleptomanic ways while Selina was serving a short sentence.

Robin and the Stray (Part 1)

Dick Grayson x reader

warnings:

a/n: you already know this is based off of an oc and you already know im gonna write it like its just your average y/n. i dont even know if yall hate this or not but TOO BAD (im kidding please start paying attention to this blog again i long for the days i mattered)

prompt:

part 2

Gotham City, all the way back when you were kids. Didn’t feel like it, though. Not when you two were up all night off on adventures—more like missions—and occasionally crossing paths. Batman and Robin weren’t too fond of you and Catwoman giving them headaches from time to time with your heists and all that fun stuff. But sooner or later they cracked and started letting you two off the hook.

Rekindled

Dick Grayson x Kyle!reader

warnings: guns/violence, death, brutality. like, the typical arkham game themes. not graphic, tho!! mostly mentions

a/n: this sorta takes place in the arkham knight storyline but you really dont have to know anything about that game to read this, i wanted to give enough detail bc i liked this idea and the arkham game fandom is under appreciated. also lowkey y/n is based on an oc but almost all my y/n’s are <3

prompt:

Gotham was on fire. You were dumb enough to stay behind. Selina had been MIA for longer than you were used to, and every effort of contact was futile. Last time this happened, she had been arrested and thrown into Arkham City, so it was needless to say that you were a bit worried.

Last thing she told you was that a “pretty worthless supervillain” needed her help with something, but she left it at that. Yeah, she had a habit of making herself scarce, but she was your only family and you two always kept in touch. And now that the evacuation was in effect, you felt even more uneasy.

It’s Gotta Be You

Dick Grayson x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: @sweetjedi: “Song: It’s Gotta Be You, Artist: Backstreet Boys, Character: Dick Grayson/Robin, Fandom: DC movies (non-DCEU/animation), Relationship: romantic interest, Nudge: Dick Grayson’s crush on Reader is now becoming a distraction to his Robin duties.”

Reporters and cops, the two groups of people that Gotham’s vigilantes crossed paths with the most once their endeavors were over. Once the bad guys were put away and civilians were out of harms way. Each time they saved the day, it seemed you were always there with your microphone in one hand and a camera pointed your way.

You were an easy target being easily startled, meaning you were never safe inside the Tower’s walls. It could be when you least expected it…or the most. Elaborate or typical. Jumping out from around the corner or a ridiculous ruse. Just last week they’d hooked up a giant rubber lizard to your door, smacking you in the face the moment you stepped out of your room.

This week was much worse, you’d heard shouting on the floor above and took to the stairs to figure it out. That is, you tried to make it to the stairs before a body came rolling down the steps. You screamed in fear as the green-haired dummy reached the bottom. “Garfield Logan!” You shouted after finally catching your breath. The laughing from the upper floor was infuriating, but Dick, Gar, and Rachel slowly revealed themselves after their prank. “You three are despicable. That was not funny.”

“It was a little funny.” Dick chuckled as he got closer, trying to hug you, comfort you while your heart was still racing, but you pushed him away and shook your head. “Come on! We’re sorry, it’s just too easy!”

“I told you it was too far.” Rachel crossed her arms with a shrug. “Better find a way to make this up to y/n.”

“Dick!” You yelled from across the tower, knowing your voice would reach the bathroom. “Are you coming out here or what?! I’m gonna start it without you!” Your finger hovered over the play button on the remote.

“Don’t do it! Stop! Wait!” He shouted back and thirty seconds later you heard quick footsteps coming up the hall. “You are cruel, you know that?”

“Was that scarier than our last mission?” You asked as he sat on the couch beside you, snatching the remote from your hands. “Hey!”

“You can’t be trusted with this.” Dick started the episode and stole a handful of your chips. “It was terrifying, I was about to declare you an enemy of the Titans.”

“You are a drama queen,” you tried to swipe the remote back, but his reflexes were too fast, “give it!”

“Absolutely not, now can you be quiet? I’m trying to watch the show.”

Dick mindlessly drummed on your legs that were resting on his thighs, something you’d grown accustomed to as you sat or laid together on the couch. “What song is that?”

“The Batman Song.” He told you. “I made it up on patrol when I was a kid. Still get it stuck in my head sometimes.” Dick explained and you laughed at him, turning down the TV.

“Sing it for me.” You propped your head up on the side of the couch and awaited a serenade, watching Dick dramatically clear his throat with a smirk and raised his hands, ready to tap his rhythm again.

“Da na na na, na na na na, Batman!” Dick awaited your reaction and you stared at him with an entertained smile. “That’s it.”

“It’s so…you.”

There were still rules in the training room, mainly don’t full-force strike your opponent’s face or groin. There were just too many teammates with super-strength to let that happen, but even the average-strength friends had to follow the rules. You and Dick had been training all day, testing maneuvers and learning techniques…and sparring. You’d worked up quite a sweat, but tiring out wasn’t an option. Anticipating and blocking Dick’s moves was moving along just fine until he caught you off guard and punched you full-force in the jaw. “Ow, fuck.” You grabbed your face and winced. You’d taken harder hits, but this one hit harder coming from a friend.

“Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry.” Dick nervously bared his teeth and tried to get a look at his work. “I didn’t mean to hit you. At least, not that hard. Wait here, I’ll get you an ice pack.” You rubbed your jaw and sat on one of the nearby stools while you waited, and Dick jogged back inside with what he promised. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” you grabbed it and set it against your face, “it’s fine, you know. We were just training, it’s not like you punched me in the middle of the living room…you’re not Hank.” You got him to chuckle and he pulled a chair beside you.

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed, you both paused for a moment, taking a few cooling breaths. “Wanna punch me in the face?”

“What?!” You burst into laughter, but he was dead serious tapping the side of his face. “Alright, fine. Up you go, Boy Wonder. Brace yourself.”

You and Dick had been training near each other all afternoon, but not exactly together. You’d each been off doing your own thing: you had your punching dummy and Dick, he was more into agility training. And he loved to show off, but didn’t want to be to obvious as to why. He wished you’d watch him from down below, imagining you’d be impressed by each flip and swing, every time he stuck the landing, but you were more partial to minding your business. That is, until…

“Oof!” Dick grunted after falling face first into the crash mat, drawing your attention immediately and running to his side.

“Dick! Are you okay?” You asked and he could feel his cheeks burning out if pure embarrassment. “Can you hear me? Ah, come on, don’t tell me you have a concussion.”

“No, no,” he rolled over and sat up, hiding his face in his hands, “all good here. Sorry for the scare.” He tried to chuckle it off.

“What happened? I’ve never seen you wipe out like that before.” You asked, but Dick was never going to admit he was distracted by checking to see if you were looking at him. He lifted his hands from his face and pushed himself off the floor, offering you a hand to get up.

“Oh, just not enough chalk on my hands. Used to wearing gloves. Uh, don’t worry about me, you can get back to the training.” He motioned back to your station and you nodded, patting him on the back and walking off while he internally fell apart over the sheer humiliation of his failure.

Love to Love You Again

Dick Grayson x afab!reader

warnings: SMUT/NSFW (oh but it’s kind of fluffy!!) also injury mentions from previous battles outside of the story.

a/n: absolutely based on an oc im so sorry. and i am cringing at myself over this because like, the idea of smut can be nice the the execution always kills me like….i hate using words. so i actually do need some feedback to know if this is halfway decent or not

prompt:

Dick asking you for help was unexpected to say the least, especially since your breakup. But he said you were the only one he could trust and, well, that you could believe. He called you in from Gotham over some kid at Detroit PD, but you never imagined it’d lead you all the way back to San Francisco.

Being in the Tower always brought back memories—and while some were good, the best you’ve ever had, they were always overshadowed by the crushing guilt of your past. You had been left alone for most of the day, just how you liked it, but there came a point where he felt the need to check in on you. It was late (for a normal person), maybe one in the morning, and Dick found you lying haphazardly on the couch. He sighed and kneeled down next to your head. “Y/N? Hey, come to bed. It’s late.” Dick whispered, gently shaking your arm, but his gentle voice didn’t wake you, he didn’t really want it to. “Okay, fine.”

Dick scooped one arm beneath your back and the other under your knees, lifting you carefully and heading towards his room you shared. Somewhere along the way, you woke and looked up at him, so concentrated on such a simple task. But you revealed your conscious state when you wrapped your arms around him and hid your face in the crook of his neck.

“They’re awake.” He chuckled quietly as he took you through the door. “You doing okay?” You nodded in place and he felt your silent answer against his skin. When he tried to lay you down in bed, you latched on tight, not wanting to part from his body heat or comfort. So he took the hint and turned around to slowly seat himself and kept you in his lap, still holding tight while he situated himself and leaned back into his pillows. “I’ve got you, don’t worry.” He assured while pulling the covers over the both of you as you slowly drifted back to sleep. His arms moved to hold instead of carry, his body had begun to relax, and his lips planted themselves firmly on your forehead just before you slipped into sweeter dreams.

“Sooo…what do you wanna do?” Wally sat on the back of the couch with his feet placed beside you. “Video games? Binge a TV show or two? Prank some couples?”

“We’re not gonna prank any couples, Wally.” Dick shook his head and sighed.

“Really? What about Conner and Megan? They bailed on us, I think that deserves some payback.” Wally suggested and you cracked a smile. “See! I can already tell y/n’s on board!”

“No.” Kaldur warned.

“Oh, yeah. We’re doing it. Wally, go to the hardware store, you know what to do.”

The alert went off, telling your fellow Titans that you were coming up the elevator. “Everyone, get in position!” Dick announced, making the room poke fun at how serious your boyfriend was taking this party.

“Didn’t know we were out in the field.” Hank joked as the rest of them hid around the room, Dawn turned the lights out and stood by the entrance with her Polaroid in hand.

“Give him a break, Hank. It’s sweet.” She told her own boyfriend. “Now everyone be quiet before we ruin the surprise.” Dawn waited for you to make it to this floor and as soon as you did, she flicked on the lights while the rest of the team yelled “surprise” and she snapped a picture of your reaction, then another of Dick giving you a sweet little birthday kiss.

“Were you surprised?” Dick asked, leaning back with his arms wrapped around you.

“So surprised. Thank you, Dickie.”

You dragged his body out of the body of water he’d been tossed into after losing consciousness. It was a terrifying sight, seeing him lying limp and pale as you checked his vitals. “He’s not breathing.” You stated, trying not to lose your cool in front of the team while you started chest compressions. “One, two, three, four…” You counted rhythmically as you pressed his chest.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Gar asked, his voice breaking halfway through. You couldn’t answer him, you couldn’t stop what you were doing. You began mouth to mouth, plugging Dick’s nose and beginning to blow air into his mouth a few times. Then you tried chest compressions again, worrying the kids as they held their breaths in solidarity and fear. Moving your mouth back to his, you began to supply him with air once again and after a few tries, Dick coughed up water and startled the hell out of you. You jumped back and he gasped for air on his own, sat up, and looked at you with widened eyes.

“Dick, are you okay?” You asked him, but his answer was unexpected when he cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately while the kids watched in disgust.

“I’m sorry I didn’t do that before I almost died.” Dick told you and you chuckled, still pretty shaken from it all.

“That’s really sweet, Dick, but I would really like to go home before I start crying about this.”

Reckless Reckoning

Dick Grayson x reader

warnings: death mentions, reckless behavior, blood + injuries

a/n: sorry i am taking a ✨lifetime✨ to write requests the amount of oneshots that didn’t follow my rules and headcanons overwhelmed me very much and then things kept happened so THIS A LIL LATE

prompt: anonymous: “Hello Lacey! Could I request a Dick Grayson x Teen! Reader (Titans) where Dick is kinda like a father figure for the reader. Maybe the reader has some kind of assassin training like Black widow. And Dick took them in when they didn’t have anywhere to go. So one day the Titans go out on a mission and Dick acts a bit reckless almost getting himself killed if it weren’t for the reader stepping in helping him. So when they get back from the mission reader is pretty closed off not wanting to talk to anyone until Dick asks what’s going on and they snap. Yelling about how he could have died and how they would’ve blamed themselves if something happened to him. While they’re lashing out Dick is just shocked and hugs them and tries to comfort them while the reader just cries. With a fluffy ending?”

You’d always shared a special connection with Dick. You never had the privilege of family until he found you, and from there on out, you were inseparable. Wherever he went, you went. He introduced you to the other side of the life, one where you’d be working to stop people like the ones that molded you into what you are. Dick Grayson made you a better version of yourself.

Being inseparable from him meant seeing his bad side, too. He wasn’t proud of it, you could see him struggling with it from time to time, but you got it better than most. And you had no problem trying to get him back to his better side.

But this…this was different. This was worse than what you’d seen him do before. That look in his eyes was different, like he was ready to throw his whole life away. You wouldn’t let him, though. Not as long os you were on this mission with him.

“What are you doing?” Dick asked after you told him he could come into your room. You were just sitting in bed reading the same page of your book over and over, growing more frustrated each time you restarted.

“Reading.” You quietly answered without peering up from the page.

“And how’s that going.” He walked closer to you until he was at the foot of your bed and motioned to it, asking to sit down, which you nodded an approval before sighing to answer.

“It’s not.” You threw the book aside and leaned your head against the headboard of your bed. “Dyslexia isn’t being too nice today, by the time I get it all pieced together, I forget what I’m piecing together.” You explained to him.

“Well, maybe listening to a recording of the book while you read will help you stay on track.” Dick suggested while reaching for the book and flipping through the pages. “Or maybe I could read it with you?” You sat up straight with your eyes lit up and looked over at him.

“You would do that?” You asked in shock.

“Sure,” he nodded and laid in bed next to you, “now let’s get comfy. It’s time to read.”