DC Comics Imagines

Always - Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary: After missing for a few months, Dick finds you as an anti-hero - but is happy none the less.

Word Count: 1585

Warnings: None

"Alpha, find the bug and deactivate it with the code. Beta, focus on getting information. Try the left stairwell, and take out the eight guards stationed on the third floor." Dick whispered into his comm. "I'll find their leader."

"Copy that," Wally said, "Over and out." Dick hesitated for a moment, waiting for the team to disperse before sprinting to the second floor, switching his comm link. "Wally? Dude, where are you?"
"Sorry about that." Dick jumped, turning around to glare at his best friend. Wally was leaning against the wall, a smirk written on his face.
"We have to go before the others find us, or her," Dick snapped. If the others found you before him, you would both be in some hot water. Wally rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
"You're crazy about her. You got to tell the team eventually."
Dick smiled, distracted for a second before returning to reality. "Let's go. For real this time. Search every floor, and find her." Dick ordered gently. Wally darted out of the room, not without screaming, "You owe me, dude!"
Dick sighed and ran downstairs, escrima sticks in hand.

Dick had met you, a little over a year ago. Dick, with his team back on Mount Justice and you, with your metahuman powers, had hated each other. Boy Wonder, being the Golden boy he was, didn't understand you in the least. Batman, being Batman, had ordered the team to find you on several occasions. But you always had gotten away. The Dynamic Duo was no match for a telepathic metahuman with telekinesis.
The more Dick learned about who you were, the more he tried to find you. He remembers, that day he had finally found your home deep in the streets of Gotham. You had thrown him against the wall, nearly suffocating him, when he saw you clearly for the first time. You were fierce, but deep in your eyes, you were vulnerable. You were scared, really scared, that someone would find who you were, your powers, and turn you in. Dick soothingly called out, as much as he could, explaining that he only wanted to talk to you. He remembers your laughter, when he told you his name was Dick, after many late nights with you away from the terror that filled the cities. Your smile, when he would reach your hideout in a warehouse that seemed to be his second favorite place in Gotham. Your blush, when he excitingly invited you to join the team, how you would have been perfect. Your telekinesis and telepathy skills nearly at the same level of M'gann, would be put to good use, and the empty pit in your heart could have gone away.
Could have.
It had been month's since Dick had seen you until finally, a mission in Gotham had popped up. Among the enemy, was you.
He didn't need to ask about your disappearance or your sudden change of heart. He knew all too well he needed to see you, to tell you that he hadn't given up on you before it was too late.

"Damn it!" You cried, throwing two guards out of the way with a violent red burst. You and the rest of Fury Clan's plan had been very simple; get the files for the antidote, and leave. Somehow, the team had tracked your whereabouts, and getting in and out turned out to be trickier then you'd expect.

"Red Sparrow, give me a lift!" scream Tabitha. Tabitha was an ex-assassin had found you on the streets and was one of the few reasons why you had supposedly gone missing. Like anyone who cared was genuinely looking for you. You doubted people even knew you existed. Going over to the dark side wasn't difficult, not with all the fun and cash that came with it. It even made you wonder why you had ever considered joining a clan of teenagers in Halloween costumes. Frightened, lonely, (Y/N) was a thing of the past; Red Sparrow was better at robbing banks anyway.
"I got you!" You yelled, lifting Tabitha's body and dropping it back over the railing where she had fallen. Tabitha had been the reason the Fury Clan had even been able to enter the building, let alone have a chance to escape. The mission was nearly completed, with one last objective remaining.
"Red Sparrow! You know what you have to do!" Tabitha cried out while shooting a guard it the head and throwing an uppercut at another. "Get the files for the serum. Now!"
You didn't wait another second. Dashing toward the lab, you threw the remaining guards out of the way and drew a gun into your hand. Creeping down the hallway, you held your hands steady, fingers on the trigger. The pounding in your heart was making you anxious. Was he not coming?

A blurred flash sped by you, telling you otherwise.

Dick trekked up the stairs. You had sent him a secret message to meet you at the lab, after discovering some confidential information. He knew that meeting you was risky, but he had to see you. It had been too long, and the guilt was eating him alive.

Arriving on the fourth floor, Dick grabbed his escrima sticks, loose in his hands. After years of quick reflexes, he knew he would never forgive himself if he hurt you. Dick hadn't planned to see you just to see you again. If he was convincing enough, instead of asking you to return to Gotham, you might join the team. The secrets could stop, and -
Dick jolted. "What the hell, Wally?" Dick was so caught up in his thoughts; Wally had to slap him to get his attention."I could have hit you!" Wally shrugged. "I'm Kid Flash? Anyway, I found her near the lab. She has a gun by the way."
Dick cringed at the thought of you shooting, even killing someone. You were too good of a person to do that. It wasn't you at all. Even back when you were alone on the streets, your definition of ruthless did not include murder.

Dick whispered to Wally quick instructions."I'm going to find her. Stay here, and if anyone on the team finds you, tell them I found the boss. Keep an eye out, and also-"
"Just go find her, man. I got you." Wally reassured, leaving Dick to it.

You were becoming impatient by the minute. Nightwing was here, and you knew it. If he didn't hurry, Tabitha would find you empty-handed, and there would be extreme consequences.

"Red Sparrow? Do you copy?" You mentally swore. You had forgotten to turn the comm off. You tore the earpiece off, throwing it to the ground and crushing it. Hopefully, Tabitha would have too much of a headache from the static noise to go looking for you.

Even in the dark hallway, you sensed footsteps. You almost forgot what you had come for. Slowly, you turned and saw the mask.

"Nightwing." You muttered, with panic starting to bubble in your chest.

"(Y/N)?" Nightwing whispered. It almost hurt to look at you. Almost. The speech he had planned to convince you to join the team was suddenly forgotten. All he saw was you.

You regained your composure, putting on a mask to hide the way your heart was crumbling inside. "Disable your earpiece. Do it now."

"There's no one on the comm link. I - " Dick took a sharp glance at the gun in your hand and hesitated, before pulling the earpiece off. Should he be happy to see you? Or should he be turning you in?

You could feel his doubt, knowing he had forgotten you were telepathic. "Don't even think about turning me in. You know why I'm here."

Dick finally looks at you. You try not to fall victim to his eyes, but you fell quite a long time ago. Good thing he can't read your mind.

"I know you're reading my thoughts," Dick said quietly. "I won't turn you in. I wanted to see you. I didn't just come because you asked." His silent plea just to hug you, touch you, feel you again have not been enough. "I miss you."

Your lip quivers, as you try not to break. But the look on his face had brought back too many memories, and your heart, your heavy heart didn't want to listen to your brain.

Dick stepped forward toward you, with his arms out. Stepping forward, you accepted his embrace. He ignores that tears have started to silently fall down your face, knowing that if he tells you to stop crying, it will become harder for him as well. You pull away, rubbing your eyes, as you try to breathe steadily again.

Dick's own eyes aren't dry. "We don't have much time, (Y/N). Please, come back." Dick murmurs, pulling you back into his embrace.

You look at him with bright eyes, before your hopes come tumbling down once again. "I can't, Dick. They know I'm the enemy - I was working with the Fury Clan!"

Dick sighs. "It'll take time, but we'll work it out like we always have. Ok? Besides, I think Wally's kinda impressed by you."

You nod, smiling for what seems to be the first time in months. "After all this time?"

Dick looks down at you, bringing your hand up to his cheek and whispers, "Always."