is that a batarang in your pocket or are you just happy to see me

Dick Grayson/Nightwing X Reader- Popping Buttons

Warning: Swearing, fighting, etc

“Hey, Birdie!” you shouted as you jumped through the oculus of the building, landing next to Robin with your gloved fists raised.  “Sorry I’m late, you wouldn’t believe how bad the traffic was to get here.”

“Tt.  This is a monastery, (Y/H/N), there was no traffic,” Robin stated, obviously annoyed.

“Sarcasm, Little D,” you smirked, grabbing your modified bo staff from your hip.  “I thought you would learn that it’s my first language.”

“English is your first language,” Damian rolled his eyes, focusing on the assailants surrounding the two of you.  “Batman will be here shortly.”

“Which means we’ll have defeated all of these ninjas by the time he gets here,” you said, rotating you staff in your hands.  “Don’t you agree?”

He smirked, “For once I do agree with you.”

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Kitten pt 16

You wake up a few hours later; you turn your head and look at the clock on the nightstand.

3:17 A.M.

“Ugh,” you groan, you flex your fingers realizing you’re still chained up. “Goddammit.” You sigh. You lift your head a bit and notice the bathroom light is on. “Joker?” you call out, the door opens and he walks out shirtless. He smiles when he see’s you and comes over to the bed. He pulls a single key out of his trouser pockets and begins to unchain you. You stare at his as he does, you notice that his muscles are straining as he moves.

Once free you sit up and rub your bruised wrists. “Hey, are you alright?” you ask softly, he growls softly and lies down on his side, using your naked lap as a pillow. You pet his hair softly and smile a bit. His growl turns into a soft purr and he closes his eyes.

You look over his pale body and notice a few cuts and bruises that weren’t there when he left earlier, looking at his torso you see a bit of blood trickling down his side. “Oh my god, are you okay? What happened?” you ask, shocked.

“Ask your dad,” he laughs, wincing a bit; he puts his hand to his side.

“My dad did this? What the hell?” you growl. You reach down and into Jokers pants pocket and pull out his phone.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he glares at you.

“Oh calm down,” you grab his hand and press his finger to the home button, unlock his phone.

You open the calling app and dial Bruce’s number, it rings twice before he picks up and you put it on speaker.

“Hello?” Bruce answers.

“Dad, what the hell?” you respond.

“Y/N? Are you okay? Whose phone are you using? It’s a restricted number. I can’t trace it, where are you?” his tone softening.

“Dad, shut up for a second. I’m calling from Joker’s phone, and I’m not telling you where I am. Yes I’m fine.” You sigh.

“What’s going on? Why won’t you tell me where you are?” his asks, getting impatient.

“Because I don’t want to. You’re just going to throw Joker in Arkham if I do. Also, he’s taking care of me, I really am okay dad.” You explain. “Look, the reason I called is to tell you to leave Joker alone,  I know you’re just hunting him down to get him to give me back, but I don’t wanna come back, I’m fine here. You kicked his ass today and I’m not too happy about it. When he’s not in a good mood, well, non-psychotic mood, he can be an ass,” you tell your dad, Joker reaches up and tried to take his phone back but you swat his hand away. He growls and rolls his eyes.

“I like him better when he’s not being a dick, so if you could, leave him alone okay?” you say, sounding a bit harsher than you intended.  “I love you Dad,” you say softly then hang up.

You hand Joker his phone back and he growls at you, “I can take care of myself, Kitten.” He sends you an icy glare and you bite your lip. He groans as he sits up and you pull him back down.

“Stay,” you shoot him a glare, he looks at you and laughs. You make your way into your closet and grab a silk robe; you put it on and leave the room. Making your way down the hall to the stairs, you look for Frost. You find him in the foyer talking on his phone; he hangs up when he see’s you.

“Hey Frost, I need a first aid kit.” You smile at him, he just nods and disappears into the living room, he returns a few moments later with a rather large medical supply kit that they probably stole from a hospital or something. You smile at him and go back upstairs.

You go back into the room and Joker is no longer on the bed, you roll you eyes and find him in the bathroom pressing a wet towel to his side. “Joker, I thought I asked you to stay put.” You chuckle softly. He glares at you and you roll your eyes. “Come here baby,” you smile softly. He grins and puts the towel on the counter. He comes to you and smiles down at you; you smile back and stand on your toes to give him a small kiss.

“Sit down… Please,” you point to a small stool in the corner. He rolls his eyes and sits down, you kneel down and open the first aid kit. He raises a naked brow at you as you pull out different supplies. “Alfred, my dad’s butler, taught me how to dress wounds.” You explain. “Lift your arm please.” You ask and he does.

You put on a pair of gloves and grab some disinfectant spray and some gauze. You lightly touch the area over the cut, it’s pretty deep. “Let me guess, gauntlet or batarang?” you ask.

“Batarang,” his tone is short and annoyed.

“Okay, this is going to sting so don’t accidently hit me please,” you spray the cut on his side. He growls and his muscles tense up. “Oh, don’t be a baby,” you say as you wipe the cut. He growls and glares at you. You giggle softly and wipe the cut again, “Sorry Daddy, but you’re gonna need stitches.” You smile at him.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He says.

“You’re getting them whether you like it or not.” You say in a scolding tone.  He looks at you, his eyes piercing through yours. You cower a bit but stand your ground. You thread the surgical needle and sigh. “So… we um, don’t have any anesthetics so… do you want something to bite on?” you ask shyly. He just looks at you and you shrug. You pierce the needle through his soft skin and he groans softly, you look up and he’s clenching his teeth but he’s smiling. You shake your head and continue to stitch him up, earning a few groans and growls.

Once finished you rummage through the bag and find some pretty strong pain killers. You give them to him but he refuses. You shrug and pretend that you’re okay with it, you go downstairs and get him a glass of water, putting the pain meds into the glass and stirring them until they dissolve.

You make your way back up to the room, where he is laying on the bed and give him his water. He drinks it down and rests his head on his pillow you crawl into bed with him and curl up against him, making sure not to mess with his stitches. You look up at him and his eyes are closed.

“You know kitten, it’s not nice to trick people.” He says his eyes still closed.

“I know… I’m sorry daddy, but you were being stubborn. Plus I can actually lay down with you now.” you whisper softly. He wraps his arm around you and you snuggle against him, resting your head on his chest.  He chuckles softly, the medication kicking in. you nuzzle him softly and look up at his face, he’s smiling softly and his breathing slows a bit. He fell asleep.

You smile softly and kiss his chest. You run your hand over his perfectly sculpted chest and down his torso.  A soft purr escapes his lips and you rub your cheek against his chest, his arm tightens around your body.  You put your hand on his chest and bring your leg up over his waist; you sigh contently and fall asleep in his arms.

Femme Fatale - Damian Wayne x Reader

A/N: It … kind of got out of hand.

Prompt: Damian has a girlfriend that’s a spy/assassin and she never tells him what or where the event takes place and she has been spying longer than Damian training in his life and he follows her one day with his brothers and finds out that her body is like killer and she looks like she could be Jason’s girlfriend but they could barley recognize her because her hair is dyed with a bunch if piercings and she’s been drinking all night and having a high tolerance for alcohol and wearing high heels all night? (requested by anon)

“I’m going to go check the mail, darling.” You called out to Damian as you stepped out the front to saunter up to the mailbox. It was mostly bills and advertisements but a blood red envelope with no return address caught your attention. You opened the envelope and pulled out a small sliver of paper that had one thing written on it. A name.

‘Red Hood’

“Anything important?” Damian asked only looking up briefly from his book as you came back in with the mail.

“Just the usual.” You shrugged. You strode over the the fireplace and subtly threw the hit order into the flames. You knew what you had to do now, it was only a matter of making it happen. You pulled your special purse out of the coat closet and slipped on a heavy coat.

“I need to go run some errands, darling. I’ll be back in a few hours.” You said leaned down to press a kiss on Damian’s cheek. He hummed in acknowledgment and nodded his head.

“Can you pick up some eggs on your way home?” Damian asked.

“Of course.” You agreed making your way to the door.

“Don’t kill anyone, beloved.” Damian called jokingly.

“No promises.” You laughed, closing the door behind you. As soon as you were gone Damian’s eyes flashed to the fireplace where the deep red envelope burned. It wasn’t the first time that you had thrown similar envelopes into the fire. Damian knew the signs but he just couldn’t believe that his sweet quiet girlfriend could possibly be … no he wouldn’t believe it. Not until he saw it for himself.

Damian took the poker for the fire and pulled out the envelope before it could be completely engulfed in flames. The paper was already pretty badly burned but he could still make out the name on the papers.

“Oh no.” He breathed before sprinting out the door and running out the door in the direction that he saw you turn. Damian used his detective skills to track you down, eventually coming to a dingy dive bar. Damian couldn’t imagine you being here in a million years but he had to get to the bottom of this.

He pushed the door to the bar open and scanned the bar for you. Patrons of the bar turned around and glared at Damian critically. He may not have been able to see you but he did see Jason sitting next to a woman clad in tight fitting black clothes and tattoos. Damian strode over to Jason and put his hand on his shoulder.

“We need to talk.” Damian whispered in Jason’s ear. Jason raised his eyebrow and casually sipped his drink.

“Yeah your girlfriend’s coming to kill me. I know. Tell me something I don’t know.” He grumbled.

“You knew?” Damian asked.

“Yeah I figured it out when she walked in a couple of weeks ago and put a bullet in the back of a dude’s skull. Poor bastard didn’t even see it coming.” Jason said calmly. He didn’t even appear worried that you were going to try and kill him.

“Well have you seen her?” Damian asked.

“If I did, she’s a really shitty assassin.” He joked.

“He’s right, you know.” The mysterious woman sitting beside Jason spoke up. “The best assassin’s hide in plain sight.” She said and faster than anyone could react she pulled her gun out of her jacket and poising it against Jason head while dragging him out of the bar. Jason struggled against your hold but you had the advantage.  

“Sal asked that I take business outside. He wasn’t too happy with the mess I made the last time.” She purred in Jason’s ear.

“[Y/N] don’t do this.” Damian pleaded.

“I’m sorry darling, business is business. Some rich fuck wants this trash dead and I’m just the messenger. Don’t get in my way or I’ll be forced to kill you too.” You warned as you pulled Jason into a dark alley.

“[Y/N] please don’t go through with this. He may be an asshole but he’s my brother. Look I’ll pay whatever bounty you were contracted for, just let him go.”

“It’s not about the money, darling. People in high places want him dead and if he doesn’t die, I do. It’s just a matter of survival.” You say cocking your gun and pressing it against his temple.

“Just out of curiosity how much is the hit worth?” Jason asked, cool as a cucumber.

“More than you can afford.” You shot back.

“[Y/N] if you don’t stand down, I’ll be forced to make you.” Damian warned, his hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a batarang. Your eyes narrowed at the weapon and you sneered.

“I’m sorry, my love.” You apologized your finger moving to pull the trigger. In one swift movement Damian skillfully launched a batarang at the hand gripping your gun. When it embedded itself in your hand you hissed and reflexively dropped you gun. Jason took the opportunity to free himself from your hold and pull pull his guns out to aim at you.

Seeing you were outnumbered, you cradled your injured hand and retreated back out of the alley. When had disappeared into the shadows Jason visibly relaxed and holstered his guns.

“I’m sorry about your girlfriend.” Jason apologized, putting a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder. Somehow he didn’t think there was any getting past an assassin girlfriend almost killing your brother.

“Me too.”