Batboys x Reader

Nightwing In Shining Armour (Dick Grayson x Reader)

The motorway is grey and muggy. The rain had begun falling almost as soon as we left, it slaps on the windscreen and creates swishy, foggy smudges all over the glass. The radio is low and blurring sound; muffled voices jerking in and out of connection. The sky is covered in a blanket of grey, so much so that I can barely tell the difference between the sky and clouds. The Manor grows out of the manicured lawn like an infant castle. It's nascent stone walls are a pale grey, it's large oak door is double wide and is sheltered under a wide porch supported by stone pillars. The driveway sweeps into a wide circle in front of the dwelling with a water fountain in the centre. Nothing has changed, it's just like it was before I moved out. The sight of the manor sends a nostalgic feeling through me, forgotten childhood memories suddenly resurfacing.

"Do you have an umbrella?" (Y/N) asks quietly.

"I'll come around and get you," I reply with a smirk.

(Y/N) has always been insecure about her looks, so if there is even one small thing that could ruin the way she looks then she will do anything to avoid it. Her eyes watch the rain that assaults the car, a small hint to what worries her. I grab an umbrella from the back seat and hastily exit the car and opening it, shielding myself from the rain. Once I help (Y/N) out of the car we enter the manor, her arm linked in mine. As we approach the door it opens, revealing a smiling Alfred. 

"Hey Alfred, how's it going?" I greet.

"All is well, Master Dick." He replies while letting us in.

"Miss (L/N) you look stunning, Master Dick is lucky to have a woman such as yourself by his side." Alfred comments.

"Oh, uh, thanks." (Y/N) shyly replies.

We follow Alfred into the room where the event is being held in. I immediately notice the crowd of women that are begging for Bruce's attention. My hold on (Y/N)'s hand tightens as the media becomes interested in us. We dodge and duck our way through the growing crowd until we reach Bruce. His eyes rest on us and the smile he wears becomes genuine.

"I was beginning to think you two would not be coming." He states.

"I'm incredibly sorry Mr Wayne. I accidentally got way too caught up in work today." (Y/N) replies.

"It's fine, we have all been in that situation," Bruce assures.

While Bruce and I catch up, (Y/N) goes hunting for the food and drinks with the promise to get me something as well.

(Y/N) pov

The numerous tabletops are layered with trays of the most delicious food and drinks lined the walls, the delicacies making my mouth water: countless cheeses that go with baskets of crackers and bread rolls shaped like seashells, and all sorts of varieties of salads and side dishes. A tureen or two on each table contained either hot soup or hearty casserole. Although the exotic foods look delightful I decide to pick the (F/F). As I bite into the piece of (F/F) a small groan escapes my lips.  

"What would it take for me to make you groan like that?" A voice asks.

Despite the crispness of the suit and the perfect tailoring, the man wearing the suit isn't far out of high-school. His black hair is slicked back against his brown skin. On his feet are shiny black shoes that I can't imagine the guy polishing himself. I hate him already. My silence provokes him to continue with his sleazy pick-up lines.

"I know all sorts of ways to please a woman." He purrs.

"Then why aren't you leaving?" I ask.

I notice the look of surprise on his face slowly turning into a smirk. I search the crowd behind him, hoping to spot Dick and somehow attract his attention but to my luck, I can't see him anywhere. As the man tries to slip his hand around my waist I quickly dodge it and step away. Once again the man misinterprets my expressions of disgust as one of interest.

"I can tell, you want me." He says.

"Yes, I want you to leave me alone! I have a boyfriend!" I reply.

Beginning to become frustrated with his stupid attempts but my frustration begins to dwindle when I see Dick walking towards us. I push past the man troubling me and wrap my arms around Dick, thankful for his presence. Obviously ignoring Dick, the man has one last attempt at getting me into his bed.

"Let me buy you a drink!" he offers.

"Sure, but only if you buy my boyfriend a drink as well," I reply with a smirk.

His eyes flash with indignance and anger, much like lightning on a pitch black night. His unmoving gaze is accompanied by deliberate slow breathing, he is fighting something back and loosing. Dick moves in front of me protectively, matching the man's stare. If this man doesn't leave us alone, he is going to be so screwed.

"I'm only going to tell you once. Leave." Dick threatens.

"You can't kick me out! I know Bruce Wayne, the man responsible for this event! You can't do anything to me, you can't touch me!" He exclaims.

"Wanna bet?" Dick asks, a smirk growing on his face.

I have to hide my laughter as the words leave his mouth. Damn, I can't wait till Dick and I laugh about this later tonight. This man, whoever he is, seems to think he's indestructible, one of the many mistakes he made tonight. The man throws a sloppy punch at Dick, hitting his chest softly. Dick raises an eyebrow as the man continues his drunken attacks. He quickly grows tired and backs away slowly.

"You know what? The bitch isn't even pretty! Have her! She's probably just a whore." The man screams.

Dick's warmth is gone faster than summer rain on the tarmac. I've never been afraid of his anger when it comes as a fire, it burns hot and fast. But I am deathly afraid of his ice. It coats him like protective permafrost, it saves him from the torments of his youth. Each time he grows cold, I find myself longing for the return of the loving spark to his eyes. Dick's punch sinks into the guy's stomach, sending him straight to the floor. I grasp onto his arm and use all my strength to drag him away from the guy. 

The crowd gasps and I hear Bruce taking action and covering for us while we escape. I lead him into the garden and find a stone bench for us to sit on. We sit in silence for a while until I decide he had calmed down.

"As much as I love you, Dick, I hate when you overreact." I laugh.

"I think I handled that perfectly." He defends.

"Sweetheart, you were overreacting." I retort.

"Me? Overreacting? Probably." He jokes.

"But...Thank you for rescuing me," I continue.

"I'll always be your Nightwing in shining armour." He replies.

I weave my finger through his. They feel like sandpaper or perhaps stone, rough and unfinished. It suits him, I think, looking into his deep eyes, cheeks reddening. His hands are warm in mine as he brings them up to his lips, my nerves tingle at the harsh comfort of contact.

"Always," I repeat softly.