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Dick: *walking into Tim's bedroom* Hey Tim!

Tim: *flustered and disheveled* Hey Dick. What-uh-what are you doing here?

Dick: I just came to see if you wanted to hang out. Did I interrupt something?

Tim: uh nope! Nope not at all. Was just chilling. Totally cool. Yeah I would love to, I'll see you soon.

Dick: Great!

Tim: *waiting for Dick to leave*

Dick: *waiting for Tim to come*

Tim: ...you can go now.

Dick: Don't you need to grab your SKB?

Tim: SKB?

Dick: Skater Boi Beanie

Tim: *blushing* Omg Dick! Stop calling it that!!

Dick: *laughing* C'mon, Tim, let's go.

Tim: I will. After you leave.

Dick: Hmm...

Dick: *smirking* Why don't I find it for you.

Tim: No!

Dick: *throwing open Tim's closet doors* Hi Bernard! I haven't seen you in forever!!

Bernard: Hey Dick! Same dude, I missed ya!

Dick: *glancing at Tim* Say Bernard...what's your opinion on the court of owls? Do you think they exist?

Tim: DICK!!!

Bernard: *looking up at him with shining eyes* Dick, my wonderful co-conspirator, we have so much to catch up on.

Dick: *slinging an arm around his shoulders, eyes sparkling* Yes, we do.

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Dick has the skills of various circus artists. Of course, not at the level of professionalism that he has with the trapeze, for example, but still, he has many other skills that he learned as a child.

We know from a comic that he has "fast hands", he can practically steal anything if the other person is distracted enough.

His ability to escape the sight of others? He must have learned it from an illusionist.

Surely Batman already had a base on which to work with his aim. Obviously Dick practiced knife throwing in the circus.

Some things are useful in battle, and others are just for fun (like him juggling to entertain Jon, and probably many other kids). Maybe he also knows how to make shapes with balloons? (His siblings probably loved watching him do circus acts, even if they would never admit it).

Let's not even talk about his uncanny ability to stuff things into the non-existent pockets of his suit. ✨M A G I C✨

You can't tell me that he stopped practicing everything that wasn't useful to him in combat.

He just kept practicing every single thing his first family taught him, his way of staying close to them.

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M E R R Y  C H R I S T M A S 

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For some reason, I can imagine that Dick actually has NO IDEA how attractive he really is.

Sure, he knows he's "a little" handsome, after all, he was even mistaken for a model before, Of course, in his head, it's not a big deal either. Models are not always the most attractive, but the ones with the most presence, and he, as the son of Bruce Wayne, knows how to act to impose his presence in front of the rich (plus, he is an artist, he acts for life).

Other people don't know that he has no idea how attractive he is. As he always makes satirical comments like "I know I'm handsome, but...", "if you're done admiring me", etc., people think he is actually aware of this... He is not.

He probably thinks it's normal for a lot of people to flirt with him, he thinks it's something that happens to everyone. If anything, he thinks it's because he seems like someone nice and open to chatting. Like, he thinks they're just playing around with him.

His family is the first to notice that Dick doesn't know he's extremely handsome. But of course, his brothers would eat their own weapons before confessing to their older brother that they have heard (horrified) their friends talking about how handsome Dick Grayson/Nightwing is.

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Dick is a pretty boy. Everyone knows it, except him.

There is an unwritten rule about not hitting him in the face, everyone follows it, (even from his time as Robin some people already followed this rule). His siblings when by miracle they train together. His team when they get together to practice strategies and fighting methods. Even the damned villains and evildoers know not to hit the pretty bird in the face.

Dick never finds it strange. Somehow, he thinks it's simply because people have learned that punching him in the face isn't really going to stop him, if they're looking to confuse him, hitting the back of his head is more effective.

It's not until a drug dealer accidentally hits him in the nose for the first time in years, breaking it, that he notices something strange. How could he not? The battle stops for a moment because his companions start yelling at him, telling him that his face is off limits, and the dealer apologizes.

Dick barely blinks and stops them, then goes to his apartment to clean up the blood, the pain not even bothering him at this point. That's why he doesn't understand why not only his team makes a fuss about it the next day, but they even call his siblings to tell them what happened. He's not even that hurt ??????

The only other person who doesn't make a fuss about it is Batman, who has punched Dick in the face enough times to find it odd. Nobody is happy with Batman upon discovering that fact.

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Harbinger

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toon force go

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I love that Dick had to GET OFF THE BIKE he just used to smash through the flying cops and make a dramatic entrance JUST SO HE COULD CASUALLY LEAN AGAINST IT. He could have just stayed on the bike and leaned over the handlebars. He could have just stayed on the bike and leaned back casually. BUT NO. HE HAD TO GET OFF THE BIKE JUST TO MAKE AN EXTRA DRAMATIC POSE, this is why Bruce makes that face at you, Dick, because you do shit like this on purpose.

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"A TORNADO IN SWEATPANTS" IS A PERFECT DESCRIPTION OF DICK GRAYSON <3

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OP 1134 spoiler

I'm so insane over this. Tf you mean nobody taught you that? I'm declaring it's Jinbei. I decide the rules

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@fabcreature

(this is available on my RedBubble)

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This is the funniest thing I have ever seen. If I were a professor I would pin this to my office door.

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yknow it really bothers me that 95% of conversations i've seen about gifted kid burnout are neurotypicals talking about "oh these kids are upset they don't get to feel special anymore"

as opposed to "yeah these kids have severe self-esteem issues because the only thing they were ever praised for as children was how smart they are and how quickly they learn and now they can't do things if they don't know how to do it immediately because they're terrified of failure because their love always felt so conditional on their performance even if it wasn't"

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no context outraged post

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kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.

i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."

goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'

"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.

behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."

"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."

"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."

later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."

she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.

the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?

i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.

but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.

each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".

but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.

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