Thank you rwing20151 for the request ^^^ but first, juju on that beat. Btw, I might alter your request a bit....

I have been working on this chapter since last year^^ (-;

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"Hey (y/n)!"

"Dick, get out of my face," I grumbled, pushing him out of my way. I was still sour with him, I was sour with everyone. Ever since leaving the Outlaws, I've felt like I don't belong anywhere. I missed the crime fighting and bringing justice and peace to the world. Also, I kinda miss The Outlaws, but they aren't really that important to me anymore. Ok, lie,
I miss them like hell.

And Tim... I miss him too.

Dick grabbed my hand and swung me around so I facing him. I didn't put up much of a fight.

"I will crush your heart if you don't let go of me," I warned, not at all serious.

He smiled.

"I think the only crushed heart around here is yours," he sassed. I raised an eyebrow.

"Lame," I muttered, pulling away from his grip.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" He asked softly.

"You're what's wrong with me," I said.

"Is it Tim? The Outlaws? C'mon (y/n), you've been so down lately. I thought you were gonna be all happy with Tim, but then Stephanie..."

"It's not him."

I turned and smiled.

"Trust me, it's not Tim. It's not even the outlaws, well, I mean it is the Outlaws, but not like the Outlaws," I said. A confused look passed over his face.

"I miss the crime fighting, I really do. I miss the rush of being in danger and seeing the look on the bad guy's face when I rain my fury and vengeance down upon him. I miss coming home with bloody skin and broken bones. Crime fighting has always been my true calling. I'm not into all that lovey dovey stuff anymore. That was just a distraction to what really matters in my life. Roy and Tim are just a blimp in the radar now, they don't make any difference."

It took him a bit to understand what I just said to him.

"What the hell, (y/n)! I don't believe a single piece of that shit you just fed me. You should know by now that you can't pull that crap on me," he said, slightly amused.

"I'm not kidding."

"Wait, were you serious?"

I broke out into a smile. I punched his shoulder.

"Of course not, dipshit. I'm just messing with you," I said and winked.

A glare was sent my way.

"Hey, I saw the opportunity and I took it." I shrugged.

"I'm gonna go make a sandwich, want to tag along?"

He nodded and we made our way to the kitchen of Wayne Manor. Ever since that night I left the Outlaws, I've been living here. That was a month ago. Tim and I tried to start some sort of relationship, but we were both very inexperienced in that sort of thing and decided we needed to get our priorities straight. I still like Roy, and he still like Stephanie, yet we both like each other. Weird, huh. It's a love square. Wow, never thought I'd be in a love square.

Anyways, a couple of days ago Tim had went on a 'date that would set his mind straight' with Stephanie. I was upset, obviously. But I let him. Dick saw him leaving with Stephanie and assumed the worst.

"Hey, make me a pbj," Dick commanded as we got into the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes and opened the fridge. Raising my hand, the ingredients for a peanut butter sandwich floated down to the table. I turned around and the door slammed shut behind me.

"Yes, your highness," I said and bowed slightly.

He laughed.

"That sounded nice. I should get Barbra to say that to me in bed. She usually just calls me master but..."

A glob of jelly splattered on his cheek. He looked shocked and wiped it off.

"What was that for?" He asked in a whining tone. He licked the jelly from his fingers. I grimaced.

"I don't need the details of your sex life, okay? That's for you and Barbra, not me!" My cheeks flushed red.

He just shrugged. He grabbed the bread bag and began opening it. He pulled a piece out.

"It'll be faster if I do it alone, you know," I said.

"I just wanna help."

My fingers twitched as the jars opened and the knifes gathered up jelly and peanut butter.

Suddenly two pieces of bread smashed against my cheeks. Dick pulled away, and the bread fell to the counter, limp and crumbling.

"You just slapped me with bread." I said, still in shock.

A smug look rested on his face.

"Oh, its on."

And that's when it started. My hands connected and the jelly inside of the jars exploded out onto Dick. He cried out and leapt under the counter. Some more bread cane my way and I easily dodged.

"This isn't fair! You have powers!" He yelled.

"Hey, you haven't ever needed powers before, so why need them now?"

"Yeah, you're right..."

Oh no.

Dick flipped over the counter, gloved his fingers in peanut butter and smeared it all over my face. I grabbed his shoulders and slammed him down onto the counter. He landed with an thump, and I took that moment to leap away. I threw open the fridge, searching for a weapon.

Perfect.

Two eggs flew out of the fridge and smashed against Dick's body. I made all of the eggs float out and turned around, a smirk on my face.

"You can't win this one."

"We'll see!" He yelled.

His hand flung up and the butter knife that I was using sped towards my head. I was startled and brought one of my hands up, efficiently stopping it.

"What the hell!" I screamed.

I looked at Dick and realized my grave mistake. I had taken my concentration off of the eggs, and he took that time to steal them from me.

"You bastard," I said, pretending to be vulnerable.

He grinned.

"You don't need superpowers to win, just smarts," he said smugly.

He raised his hand up, but I wasn't gonna let him throw those eggs. My hand connected and the eggs all exploded on to Dick. He groaned in frustration.

"That might be true, but super powers sure are nice." I chuckled.

I walked toward him.

Sorry guys. This is a joke. Basically if you like Dick. (Penis or Grayson is fine) love both honestly. Sorry bad humor.

Oml I just realized that this is basically Roy/Tim/Dick x reader now. Shitttttt. But seriously this is a joke. I'll write the real thing later. Sorry, requests are harder to do then I thought.

(Love pentagon now babe)

Holy shit I just called myself babe basically 🤢😓

Ok so my mom always says that when she was in high school she was the really popular girl athlete who was really smart and 'in all the groups'. She always said that everyone loved her. I just kinda laugh it off but today I'm like 'mom, from what you tell me, you were the most popular girl in school, there was probably some people who didn't like you.' But she's so adamant to accept what I say. You can't be popular without someone hating or being jealous of you. Unless kids born in the 1970's were all total angels and BFFs but I really find that hard to believe.

Next time on Jonna's super boring life: so I'm like Jessica it doesn't matter if you're my older sister you still suck at life-

*ahem*

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