Batboys Preferences and Imagines

Dick Grayson x Reader

I figured he might be a nice change to the Timmy obsession I've been on

FLUFFY but short

Warnings- Kind of a warning, Dick is shitfaced drunk and there is certainly some swearing

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It was kind of Roy to invite you and Dick to a party. Especially considering you and your little vigilante didn't necessarily get out much anymore. It was not kind however, for Jason to challenge him to a drinking contest. Now, Dick was piss drunk and Jason was laughing his ass off, daring him to do stupid shit. Currently, you were ducking in between various sweating bodies to find the chaotic pair, no doubt doing something unbelievably ignorant. 

When you finally found them, Jason had somehow convinced Dick to tightrope walk across the pool. He had clearly already fallen multiple times but refused to give up. It was almost amusing considering it was something sober him could do without any trouble. Almost amusing. "Y'know this reminds me of a particular position I had Y/n in the other night--" "Richard John Grayson!!" At the sound of your voice, Dick let out a high pitched scream that had Jason rolling and splashed face first into the pool. 

It might've been funny had he not been trying to disclose the details of your private life to his brother of all people. Swiftly, you grabbed a nearby towel and wrapped his large frame in it the moment he stepped out of the pool. "Time for you to go home boy wonder." He pouted at you, eyes begging to stay a little longer. "Sorry love." You shook your head, not the least bit sorry. But he didn't need to know that. 

Guiding him from the extravagant party, you guided him to his squad car and dumped him into the passenger side, but not before lifting his keys from him. "Babe, why are we in a police car?" You spared a quick glance and for the hundredth time that night shook your head. "Because you're being arrested." Without skipping a beat, Dick sunk down into his seat with a very prominent pout, and said, "Fuck the police!"

Cackles ripped from your throat as you stopped in front of your apartment. "Babe, you're the police." His frown deepened. Following you up to the apartment, he maintained a very confused look. "What's going on in that mind of yours?" He sighed deeply. "Being beautiful must be very tiring." You chuckled at his random thoughts. "Then you must be exhausted love." Even drunk to hell, he picked up on the compliment and blushed madly. 

You loved to drown him in love, especially when he was drunk. Not that he normally minded being drowned in your love. Once you had successfully guided him to the bedroom, you helped him into his pajamas. Your love for him was boundless, his alcohol tolerance, was not. 

3:30 am

"Richard if you really think your sneaking out of that window to patrol right now, I will break your legs."

"Aw damnit! You're supposed to be asleep."