Batboys Preferences and Imagines

Soulmate! Preference

SOOOO, I HAD A BRILLIANT IDEA OF TURNING A SOULMATE PROMPT INTO A PREFERENCE AND I AM WONDERING WHAT YOU GUYS THINK OF IT BUT I'M SO EXCITEDDDD.

Soulmate Prompt #17

Their past memories are your dreams and you've met them when you see yourself.

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Dick

Flying up in your bed for the fourth time that week, you scrambled to the kitchen for a glass of water. Sometimes you got pleasant dreams of your soulmate. Sometimes of the roaring crowd at a circus, or sometimes of Bruce Wayne, which you always found a little odd. Your soulmate knew Bruce Wayne, it almost startled you a little when you first saw him. However, more often than not, you saw who you assumed to be your soulmate's parents, falling to their death. And then an anguish so heavy would fill your chest, that it shocked you awake.

Settling back into your comfortable bed, you set your alarm for tomorrow morning. You were starting new at GCPD. Ten minutes later, you were still sitting awake, staring at the ceiling. Glancing at the clock, your eyes widened at the time. 2:38 am. Great. You got up and wandered sleepily back into the kitchen, scouring your cupboards for some sleep medicine. Sighing once you didn't find any, you slipped on your shoes and coat, grabbing your purse on the way out, and idiotically forgetting your gun.

Praying quietly to every god ever, you made your way quickly through the Narrows of Gotham. Why in the hell did you stupidly forget your gun? The Narrows was perhaps the most dangerous section of Gotham City, most especially at night. At this rate, you won't be starting at GCPD tomorrow, you'll be a crime scene victim. Making a mental note to thank God if you got home safely, you sped up your pace, finally arriving at a 24-hour pharmacy. 

You swiftly grabbed the sleeping pills. After double-checking you got the right ones, you paid and began heading back to your apartment. You were almost there when you were shoved roughly up against the wall. Everything went flying out of your hands and the robber quickly swooped your purse, digging your wallet out. The masked man turned and began to run when suddenly a man clad in black and blue landed on his shoulders and effectively knocked him out.

Something about this man's movements seemed a little familiar but you brushed it off. As you began picking your things up off the ground, he was quick to help you. "Here you go... Y/n." The man you recognized to be Nightwing handed your wallet back to you and you smiled softly. "Thank you, Nightwing." Nightwing grinned back. "Not a problem. Here, I'll walk you home for the rest of the way." You nodded and allowed his hand to grasp yours and pull you along as you directed him to your apartment. 

That night you had two dreams. One of the masked man, and another of the circus again. This one clearly showed the boy and his family to be the Flying Graysons. You recognized them from posters from when you were younger. Your soulmate was Nightwing, and his last name was Grayson. That's all you knew. 

Your alarm dragged you from sleep and you started hastily making your way to GCPD. Upon arrival, Police Captain Hudson introduced you to your new partner. You had gone to get coffee from the break room and bumped into a tall dark-haired man. "I am so sorry. I'm Y/n L/n." You apologized profusely. His smile morphed into a grin and he immediately kissed you. "It's perfectly okay, beautiful. I'm Officer Dick Grayson." 

Jason

Everyone has a soulmate. When you turn sixteen, you start getting dreams of your soulmate, and of their past. For most of your life since you turned sixteen, the dreams you had of your soulmate were happy. Typical for the dreams that most people received of their soulmate. Joyful memories of park trips with their father and baking cookies with their mother. Shortly after your soulmate's eight birthday, his memories, your dreams, took a sharp turn. There were fewer memories of picking flowers for his mom and more memories of calling an ambulance for her bleeding wrists. Suddenly, one night, your dream was of a funeral. His father's funeral.