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1. You can rip my shirt, drag me in the dirt by crabari (stultiloquent)

   Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics), Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics)  

   • Explicit
   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • M/M, Other
   • Work in Progress

   01 Nov 2020

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   • Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson
   • Dick Grayson
   • Slade Wilson
   • Jason Todd
   • Cat/Human Hybrids
   • Animal Traits
   • Were-Creatures
   • Dick Grayson is a cat
   • Slade Wilson is a hunter
   • Established Relationship
   • Casual Sex
   • Dick's kinda a hoe but for Slade
   • Other Additional Tags to Be Added

   Summary

   He sensed his presence before he even turned the lights on. Then he saw the glowing blue eyes, and felt the brush of a tail against his leg.

   "What are you doing here, Grayson?"

   A purr and a giggle. "What, I can't visit my favourite poacher?"

   Slade snorted and hit the light switch. Dick was standing up to his full height now, if only to lean bonelessly against Slade, nuzzling into the hollow of his neck.

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   Written for Day 8 of SladeRobin Week 2020: Free Day!

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