In Every Universe, I Choose You [Random x Reader oneshots]

Gentle Lover [Dick Grayson]

Meow.

Warnings: Canon deaths(parents), death, mentions of blood, uhhh allusion to SA? I think that's how I'm gonna put it because nothing happens, swearing, I think that's it! Let me know if I missed any.

Before you, his mind was always clouded over, he felt like he was missing something that he couldn't quite explain.

The moment he met you, his vision felt brighter, and the noise in his mind stopped.

Well, the second time he meets you...

The first time he met you he was a happy kid.

The second time he been through so much, his brain is all foggy. Countless nights of no sleep. Women and men alike throwing themselves at him. He didn't want all their attention... it started the ongoing conversation around him being a playboy.

A rumor he hated. Because he was nothing like that. He didn't even sleep with anyone unless he knew he loved them and... there wasn't many people that passed that.

He tried one nightstands before, don't get him wrong, but they just weren't his style. He wasn't a casual guy. He couldn't be casual.

The first time he met you was on that tragic night...

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You were in the crowd waiting for the circus to start punching tickets, a little girl like any other, going to the circus. A rich little girl at that.

Your parents were some of the most influential people in Gotham, your father the owner of the hospitals in Gotham, and one that gave free healthcare to underprivileged families... Your mother was an advocate for families in crime ally and the brutality they faced.

Somehow, they had a lot of enemies.

You had gone away from your parents, always the rebellious little lady, and snuck into one of the tents.

Inside were glittering outfits and mirrors, yellow lights. You heard someone behind you.

"Excuse me miss... y-you can't be back here..."

"O-oh... um..." you turned, and saw a little boy around your age, dark curly hair, bright blue eyes, tan skin. He was dressed in one of the leotards that acrobatics performers used.

You gave a small smile and a whispered apology, stating you were merely curious about the circus, which was true. He smiled back at you, and nodded.

"Alright then... um... my name is Richard Grayson! But tut can call me Dick. I'm 11, um.... What's your name?" He asked, introducing himself, reaching out his hand.

You took his hand, "Y/N L/N... I'm 10. Wait Grayson like-"

He laughed and nodded proudly, you didn't even have to finish the sentence for him to know what you meant. With his hand in yours, he took you around showing you different things in the circus. It wasn't allowed... but he made an exception just because! Totally not cuz you were really pretty... no on course not.

"Woah... what are those?" You marveled, pointing at the dark green silks hanging from a beam.

"Oh those are aerial silks... they're pretty cool," he said, walking over to them. He smiled brightly, "D'you wanna... try them out? I can teach you... won't let you get hurt..."

You thought for a moment and looked at the time. You still had about an hour to kill. So you nodded, walking closer.

"D'you have shorts under your skirt? It would be improper for me to help you and accidentally make you indecent," he asked, almost eloquently.