BatBoys! X Reader Oneshots

Dick Grayson! X Reader

Read to me

Imagine Dick coming home
From patrol
And asking you to
Read to him

Requested

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Yours and Dick's apartment had been silent. A pen could drop and it would have sounded like a bomb went off. It was probably because your boyfriend hadn't been home since he was out keeping the city safe.

You were coiled up on the couch reading a book, legs wrapped in a blanket, as you waited for the vigilante to return home. Your eyes maneuvered across the page before you grabbed the corner of the it and flipped it to the next.

A few minutes later the window opened and crouched out on the fire escape was nonother than the first Robin. You beamed at him as he climbed into the apartment, "How was patrol?" But your smile fell upon seeing multiple tears in his suit.

"I'm fine, (Y/n), " he reassured you, heading in the direction of the room you shared with him, "I had Alfred take care of all the big cuts."

You sighed and placed a bookmark on the page you were on, closing the book after doing so. "Do you need help with anything?" you called out to him while still sitting on the couch. Dick walked back into the room, shirtless and in sweatpants, with a box of band-aids, a cotton swab, and a small tube of ointment in hand. He held them up, silently asking you for assistance. You laughed before beaconing him over, "Come here you big goof."

Dick sort of limped over to where you were and sat beside you on the couch, giving you the materials. You grabbed them, opening the ointment and placing a bit on the cotton swab, then you applied it to the small gash Dick had on his forehead. You then opened the box of band-aids, seeing little cartoon dinosaurs on the bandage, then placed it over the wound. After that, you repeated the same process to the cut on his cheek.

You placed the items on the floor then turned back over to Dick. He looked so worn out, his eyelids slightly falling over his ocean colored hues. "Kiss them better?" he asked like a kid would ask their parents.

You took his face between your hands, "Dick Grayson, you are a child." But nevertheless, you place a kiss on top of the band-aids.

Dick then sprawled himself on the couch, laying down and putting his head on your lap. But he couldn't seem to get comfortable, so he folded his arms and rested his head on top of them, then turned his head away from you. "Read to me, " he spoke in a hushed tone.

"What?"

He turned his head and looked up at you, "Read to me." he placed his head back on his arms and faced the opposite direction. You grabbed your book and opened it back up to the page the bookmark had held for you. Then you took upon his request and began to read the words off the page, each sentence seemed like a song lyric to Dick as the words rolled off your tongue and into his ears. He loved the way you read. It was like a sweet harmony by how smoothly each word sounded and that's what made Dick fall deeper in love with you.

Twenty minutes later you looked down at him, seeing his tattered and scarred back rise and fall as he breathed. He had fallen asleep. Not wanting to wake him, you put the bookmark back in the book and shifted slightly, then grabbed the thin blanket that had been on the armrest before throwing it over as much of his body as you could.

You then leaned your head back against the back of the couch and began to drift off, fingers entwined in the raven colored locks of the hero who rested on your lap.

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I wrote this at five in the morning while I was half asleep. I'm surprised about how sleepy-me could write and not make it seem like a caveman wrote it.

Thank you, you guys! I could always count on you to make my day better and just know that I love you all!

-Nightingale💙