Disclaimer: Young Justice will be mine when lizards recite "The Odessy". Yeah, that'll never happen. But Maggie is of my creation.

Reading through many fanfictions I wondered what how it would be to read one about a photoshoot or something. But after not finding much I decided to write one myself. As soon as I started it, it took a life of its own and this is the result. WARNING: Contains a sexy Dick Grayson!

This story is somewhat Dick/OC.

Hope y'all enjoy it!

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Photoshoot
By: Fanficer21

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"Do I have to do this?!" Dick Grayson grumbled to his adoptive father, Bruce Wayne, as they entered the studio building. Bruce gave his son a sympathetic look and a pat on the shoulder as they stopped at the front desk and checked in.

"You know how the press gets! And don't forget about your fanclub." The man pointed out. Dick pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at the though of the hormonal girls that follow him around school. "It's either this or you go to Madam Penderguilly's *First name that came to mind* charity ball." He finished with a smirk. Dick hung his head in response as he sat down in a chair next to Bruce in the waiting room.

"Ugh! I can't stand her events, they are so boring and she always treats me like a little kid." Dick fumed while looking up to face his snickering father. "Well I hate to break it to you Dick, but you are a kid." At that statement Bruce quickly put his arms up in front of him to protect himself from his son's fist. Seconds later they both laughed as they playfully punched each other in their seats until a flash of light made them jump.

"Awww! Isn't that just the most darling thing ever!" A young woman in skinny jeans wearing a black and white striped shirt and grey scarf with short blond hair stood in front of them. She looked about 17. She was holding a camera in her hand and a big smile on her face while laughing at the duo's dumbfounded reactions. She epically failed at trying not to snort. "Won't this be a perfect picture for the cover of "Gotham's Rich and Famous" or "Gotham Times".

"Ahem!" Bruce caught her attention and stood up to greet her. "And you are...?" She looked up at him like a deer in the headlights as he towered over her and extended his hand.

"Oh right! Sorry! I'm Maggie, the new student photographer. It's a pleasure to meet you Mister Wayne." she smiled and shook his hand before peering around the man to look at the boy still sitting in his chair. "And you must be Richard! You're a lot cuter in person." Her last comment only made Dick blush before he stood up to stand next to Bruce shaking her hand.

"So shall we get started? If you would wait here Mister Wayne, I'll give him back within the hour!" She said as she practicly dragged Dick into the studio who only squeaked in response.

"Keep it appropriate." The man called after his son who just disppeared into a room on the far left. Shrugging his shoulders, Bruce sat back down and picked up a magazine to read.

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Entering the studio room Maggie swiftly walked to the dressing room where she promptly pushed him through the curtain. She then went to ready her big guns for the photoshoot.

Dick thumbed through the articles of clothing hanging on a rack inside said dressing room. The outfits were organized numerically. He suddenly heared her voice just outside the curtain making him jump.

"I've supplied a few outfits for you to try on. Come on out when you're ready." Dick heard her footsteps disappear, then a few camera flashes go off as she tested the lighting and angle.

Looking at the outfits he found a Gotham Acadamy school uniform. After undressing and putting on outfit #1 he exited into the white room. He looked around and noticed the white screen against the wall surrounded by several lights and umbrellas. Further back was Maggie and her camera set. She had to stand on a small stool to reach it. He quickly made his way over to the screen after she pointed to it while she checked the zoom mode. When she looked up she couldn't help but blush. He wore the blue blazer over the white button up shirt, a tie,
and his blue trousers. His hair was slicked back with gel, but he still looked quite handsome. Especially when his muscles were more noticable. Before the photoshoot started, she went to put makeup on Dicks face and neck so he didn't look too pale.

"Now I want you to do some poses like you would when you are in class or walking around at school." Doing as he was told he made a few poses like he was walking down the hall with a thoughtful look on his face. flash. He held the end of a pencil between his teeth as if he were trying to figure out a tough math equation, but we all know he kicks math's butt. flash. He sat in the chair Maggie provided with his head laying on the back and his arms on each armrest. His muscles were Bulging through the blazer and undershirt. flash.

"Great Richard! Now go put on another outfit." Dick quickly walked back to the dressing room.

"Time for #2." he breathed as he replaced the uniform with a thin black V-neck t shirt exposing his collarbone, pectorals, and biceps. Plus skinny dark blue jeans. "Hmmm! This will make the fangirls flip" he thought while looking himself over in the mirror. He didn't look half bad, except for his hair. Maybe if he took it down a little. No! Bruce would have a cow if he did anything to give people a chance to connect the resemblence between Dick Grayson and Robin. With a sigh he exited the room and found only to his suprise Maggie right in front of him holding a wet towel and a comb. An evil smirk was on her face before she pushed him right back into the room.

"Hey! What are you-" he was cut off as the towel was thrown over his head and he felt her hands gently rub it along his scalp. The rythmic motion of her massaging hands felt nice. It reminded him of when his mom used to wash his hair. Silent tears worked their way to the corners of his eyes at the memory. He closed his eyes when his hair, becoming slack from the wet towel, fell into them as Maggie continued to work it around.

When she was done, she quickly pulled the towel from Dick's head and threw it to the floor. Then she grabbed the comb from between her teeth and worked it around his hair smoothing out the cowlicks caused by said towel. The comb rubbing against his scalp felt nice as well, that is until it abruptly stopped. When Dick opened his eyes he saw Maggie staring at him like a Moose in the headlights*. Suddenly she grabbed his shoulders and rushed him over to the chair and plopped him down before running to the camera and taking a few shots. He was then startled when she ran to him again, grabbed his arm and yanked it up to rest on the armrest and gently placed his head on his hand before running back and taking more pictures. He was confused as to what made her react this way. He quickly looked at the clock. flash. He had been doing this for almost 30 minutes now and he was starting to get tired. He couldn't resist the yawn that was surfacing and quickly raised his arms above his head to stretch his muscles. flash. After sitting for a few minutes he suddenly got an ich on his stomach and without thinking he forced the hem up as he scratched after the moving ich. However, in the process of chasing said ich, he exposed a few of his abs which he then heard Maggie giggle along with several more flashes.

When it was time for his next outfit he waltzed to the dressing room and chuckled to himself when he heard more flashes. Entering the room the first thing he did was look in the mirror. Upon seeing his reflection his jaw dropped too the floor. Having his hair down and his bangs combed over to one side along with his peircing blue eyes made him look good.

Wait scratch that, he was hot!

He admired himself a little more before looking at outfit #3. However, it was just dark grey long sleeved dress shirt. It was a snug shrit that reinforced every muscle beneath the shirt. He left the top button undone or else it would have choked him. The dark jeans matched the shirt perfectly. Making his way to the mirror he rubbed his hands through his ebony hair and toussled it about. Looking at his reflection, he was having a hard time believing it was him looking back. He looked lilke a whole new person, not to mention his stricking Romani features were enhanced greatly. All he was missing was a scarf. If he wore sunglasses he would look dead sexy, but they would be a dead giveaway screaming "Look at me, I'm the boy wonder!"

He observed himself once more in the mirror before exiting the confines of the dressing room with a blush and a deep exhale. Maggie, who was adjusting some new furniture onto the scene fell to the floor after tripping over the stool's leg as soon as she looked his way. Her face was as red as a tomato and she was stuttering as she got up.

"Y-you look s-sexy!" Causing him to blush even more. He hung his head to hide his beat red face. "Th-Thanks."

Maggie then led him to a long white padded stool/foot rest. She placed his arms to rest behind him. Then she tilted his head back a little so he stared sideways at the camera. She smoothed his hair down a little over his eyes before taking a few shots. But when she came back this time her movements were slow as if she was trying really hard not to trip over her feet. Her head was down and her face was bright red again. Seeing this, Dick sat up straight and was about to ask her what was wrong until she squeaked out her orders.

"R-Rich-ard, P-please get ba-ack i-in-to p-p-posi-tion." Her face looked like it was going to explode, but he did as he was instructed. "Now c-close yo-your e-eyes." He did this too. His nerves began kicking in. What was she so jittery about? He got his answer when he felt shaky hands grab the top of his shirt. The shirt suddenly became loose as she slowly undid a few of the buttons exposing his pectorals again causing him to tense and try to hide his blush. He felt a soft hand rest on his chest as her soft voice whispered to him. "R-Relax." He instinctively relaxed his muscles and exhaled deeply. Her hand left his skin and continued to pull the shirt apart until she reached his stomach. The air in the room combined with her breathing tickled his skin as she pulled the shirt over his left shoulder revealing the entire left side of his chest and some abs. He laughed a little when the makeup brush applied its foundation to his body. He was already wearing watherproof foundation to cover his scars, but he wasn't going to tell her that. It tickled as it lightly trailed over his chest and down his stomach, and just as quickly as it came, it vanished. He exhaled again until a sudden moisture touching his exposed skin made him jump. The smell of some kind of cologne washed over his nose. Maggie then reached behind him and grabbed his right arm pulling it in front of him and placed a small glass bottle in his hand. Then he felt her grab his right leg and lift in onto the stool. His left leg remained on the floor.

'So I'm advertising for some new cologne huh? Bruce is gonna kill me.' He sighed before forcing a smirk on his face when her heard her walking back to the camera. Several flashes were heard and he could barely make out her soft giggles among the numerous flashes. He opened one eye to peek and she practicly squealled with joy as another flash went off. After that, she clapped her hands excitedly and hugged Dick when he sat up all the way and readjusted his shirt. She planted a kiss on his right cheek before pulling him up and shoving him back into the dressing room. While he changed back into his original outfit, she put the furniture back against the wall and turned off her camera.

"Thank you so much for your time Richard! I was really nervous at first with this being my first time and all, but I had a great time. I hope you did too!" Maggie rambled from behind the curtain. Dick popped his head from behind the curtain and smiled a big toothy grin at her before he finished changing. She responded with a squeal and jumped up and down with her hands clasped together.

A minute later Dick came out with his casual dress suit on but this time his hair wasn't slicked back. Although he combed it back as far as he could to appease Bruce. He also kept the kiss remains on his cheek. Dick and Maggie left the room together, arms over each other's shoulders and bashful smiles on their faces. But as soon as they entered the waiting room and saw Bruce, Dick instantly bowed head and tried to once again hide his blush. This action caused Bruce to raise an eyebrow and look quizzically between them. Dick quickly said goodbye to Maggie and sped walked to the door while Bruce paid the studio. Upon seeing his son's jittery behavior he looked back and forth form Maggie's and Dick's retreating bodies. Maggie was shuffling back to the studio room unsuccessfully hiding her red face. Did he really want to know what happened? He'd pry it out of his son eventually. So with a shrugg of his shoulders he went to catch up to the escaping boy.

Once they were in the car Bruce looked at Dick and exhaled. "Your hair..." Dick tensed up and tried to appologise for it being so much like Robin's. "B-Bruce I'm sor-"

"It looks nice"

"What?"

The man reached over and ruffled his son's hair with a laugh causing Dick to laugh too before pushing his father's hand away.

A few days later Dick walked down to the dining hall and found a stack of mail on the table. Finding what he was search for, the "Gotham's Rich and Famous" magazine he pulled it from the pile. The back of the magazine was facing him, but as soon as he turned it over he saw himself looking right back. His eyes almost popped out of his head, becuase it wasn't just any picture of him. Oh no! It was the one where he was advertising the cologne. One eye open as if daring anyone to try and be as sexy as he was.

"Crap!"

"What are you so interested in Dick?" Bruce asked as he came down for breakfast, still in his pajamas, it was a saturday after all and he cancelled his meetings at Wayne Enterprises. His only response from Dick was the boy whipping around, blushing fiercly and then running out of the dining hall and up the stairs to his room. Locking himself in so Bruce wouldn't see his embarrassment. He looked down to make sure he still had the magazine so Bruce wouldn't see it.

"What? Noooooo!" He had dropped it on the floor in his hurry to escape. "I'm dead!" He banged his head against the door.

"RICHARD!" The boy groaned. Continously hitting his head on the door.

* I used Moose in the headlights rather than Deer in the headlights because it would imply bigger eyes.

So what do y'all think?

I got the clothing ideas from looking up various outfits for men on google. Well except for the school uniform which belongs to Young Justice.