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Skullyyyy I NEED Dick and a male!Reader to have a really cutesy first date please 🥺 pretty please with sprinkles on top 👉🏼👈🏼
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You didn’t expect a text from Dick Grayson at 11:07 PM that said, simply:
“Hope you’re not in pajamas. I’m kidnapping you. :)”
Ten minutes later, he was at your door, dressed down in jeans and a hoodie, grinning like he hadn’t just spent the evening beating up muggers and rooftop-hopping across Gotham.
“You good with carnivals?” he asked. “Or do I need to bribe you with deep-fried sugar?”
“I’m a guy. I can be bribed with food,” you smirked, stepping in beside him.
He drove out past the city lights, humming along to whatever was on the radio. You didn’t talk much at first—not because it was awkward, but because he was humming, and you liked the way he looked when he was relaxed.
The carnival was smaller than expected—tucked behind a warehouse lot, almost hidden—but glowing with string lights and distant laughter. He bought your ticket before you could argue.
“Let me have this one, tough guy,” he teased, nudging your arm.
You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t say anything.”
“You were thinking it.”
The night blurred into rides and games: Dick trying to show off at the ring toss (and missing every time), you winning a plush bat on your first try, and him insisting that was a setup.
“You sure you’re not secretly trained for carnival warfare?” he said, narrowing his eyes.
You leaned close. “And if I was?”
“I’d kiss you on the carousel,” he shot back—then looked slightly surprised at himself.
You raised an eyebrow. “Guess you better win us a ride then, Grayson.”
He did. You ended up side by side on slowly moving horses, lights spinning above. He reached over halfway through, awkwardly at first, then more sure, linking his pinky with yours.
By the end of the night, when he walked you back to your door, there was a quiet tension. Not nervous. Just… warm. Real.
“Hey,” he said, stuffing his hands in his hoodie pocket. “Mind if I—?”
You didn’t let him finish. You leaned in first, kissed him lightly. He smiled into it, hand brushing your jaw.
When you pulled back, he laughed softly. “You’re trouble, you know that?”
You shrugged. “I’m a guy with good taste.”
Dick winked. “Yeah. So am I.”