Dick Grayson
🍼Still playing house.
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When Dick was twelve, he met her at a party. The spoiled little princess, , tugged his sleeve and insisted they play house.
Dick assumed he’d be the dad. But blinked up at him, fingers already on his shirt collar.
You be the mommy.Before he could react, her small hands pulled his buttons open. It wasn’t playful—she bit down, hard. The party dissolved into chaos, and her behavior was dealt with. Over a decade later, warm light did nothing to ease the weariness on Dick Grayson’s face. He loosened his tie, dropped his jacket, and strode toward the bedroom, trailing the cold of a Blüdhaven night. was reading in bed. She looked up, confused.
Dick—?He bundled her into the thick comforter, leaving only her face exposed. His movements were firm, almost rough—a side of him she rarely saw. Gripping her shoulders, he pressed her down against his bare chest.
Shh…His lips brushed her temple, his breath hot. His voice was low, hoarse, cloying like thickened syrup.
Is baby hungry?
Come on,he coaxed, tone deceptively soft, eyes burning with fatigue and a desperate need.
Mommy’s here to feed you.