Hobbit V Gremlin
Characters: Tim Drake (Red Robin), Reader (You), Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Damian Wayne (Robin), Bruce Wayne (Batman).
Requested by: Anonymous.
Synopsis: Fluffy Batsis imagine where the reader is really short but is actually around Tims age.
A/N: I tried to make it fluffy. I hope it worked. Also sorry it is short.
L/N = Last Name.
Y/N = Your Name.
Hope you like it!
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“I can fucking deck you. You know that right.” Your patience with your brothers teasing you about your height was running short. And while sparring with Tim, he was pushing it.
“Doubt it.” Tim smirked as he lunged in for a punch which you blocked.
“Don’t antagonize Y/N, Tim.” Bruce said in a monotone voice while studying The Riddler’s latest riddle, not even glancing over.
Such a dad.
Tim leant in for another punch and you used his weight to your advantage and moved and kicked him in the back which sent him to fall flat on his face.
“Sorry. Forgot how low you were, I needed to punch further down.” He laughed as he stood up, positioning himself again into fighting stance.
“Tim, I’m the same age as you.”
“Whatever you say, hobbit.”
You swiped his legs out from underneath him and pinned him down to ensure he didn’t get up. His lip was bleeding from the second impact with the floor.
“What have we said Tim? Stop kissing the ground, she’s bad for you.” You teased.
“Ooh, did you call her a ‘hobbit’ again.” Dick mocked from his motorbike he had just rode in on.
Tim pushed you off him while you were distracted.
“Hey.” You cried out.
“Yeah. Though it’s because of her hairy feet.”
You pouted and crossed your legs and slapped him on the leg.
He looked down at you. “Ow.” His face looked quizzical. “I’m kidding.”
You poked your tongue at him.
“Say your my age again. I dare you.”
You tackled him and you two didn’t know if you were still sparring or not.
“Okay. My turn.” Dick interrupted. “I wanna spar.”
“Gladly.” You glared and began without warning.
“Argh. Bruce!” Dick yelled, struggling to dodge your rapid hits and kicks.
“I said don’t antagonize her.” He still didn’t look up.
“Tt.” Damian scoffed as he watched from afar.
Dick’s eyes widened at the kick that went straight for his face and barely missed it. But he wasn’t paying attention as you kneed him in the groin.
Dick hunched over and squeaked. Face red and veins popping on his neck. “Shit.” He wheezed.
“Only in this family is this normal.” Tim mumbled.
“I’m sorry.” You immediately apologized. “I was channeling my anger. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Dick breathed out.
“Really, L/N?” Damian strolled over. “It’s improper to hit a man there while fighting.”
“It works, doesn’t it.” You resumed you sassy attitude towards them.
“It’s because of your height. It’s easier to access than their face.”
“You’re one to talk, gremlin.” Tim chuckled, amused at Damian attempting to tease you about height.
Bruce sighed loudly at his table and rested his head in his hands. “I need a break from this.” He mumbled.