#and dick is 19

[diamond-rozie]

Nightwing's car guy

Dick was doing well to establish himself in Bludhaven. He had an apartment, it was shitty but it was his. He had a day job as police officer, half the people there were in the cartels Nightwing was trying to crack down on, and the other half were in the cartels Nightwing was still trying to trace. He had his suit, still bat-grade, blue instead of the red, yellow, and green Jason got to wear now.

He did't have a cave. Or maybe it should be a nest because the whole bird thing. Burrow? What was the thing owls lived in called? The point is he made due without it. He had his apartment, and he had his supplies stashed away. It wasn't as much as in the Cave, but he didn't have Cave-funding. He could make due.

He didn't have an Oracle in his ear. But that came with the added bonus of not having a Bat either. He could do his own research, find his own information. And it wasn't like he and Babs were totally cut off. It was just only a little weird, because she was technically his ex. Sure she would be in his corner, but she was still his ex. He needed to save some face. Especially since he knew that Bruce and Babs liked to... talk. He could make due.

The only thing Dick was maybe, sorta, just maybe having a little trouble was with his bike. Well it wasn't his bike, it was Nightwing's. Which was precisely the trouble. He'd found a place to stash it, but Dick had never been a car guy... or in this case a bike guy. He would chase his rouges, speeding through the streets, and sure the bike was made for the tight corners and quick turns and the high speeds, and sure it could take a hit or two. But what about three or four? Or five?

Point was Dick needed a car- a bike guy. One that was cheap (he was only a cop), and knew how to not ask questions and keep his mouth shut (again- Nightwing's bike). All that on top of knowing enough on how to fix his bike. (it wasn't exactly the type you could find in store).

But the solution seemed to find him. Which Dick was aware was not generally how it worked, but he would count his blessings. He had been out on patrol, the type that had involved his bike and high speeds. Unfortunately it did not involve the perp in handcuffs and on his way to jail. Dick had been on his tail, could've had him too, if the bike hadn't started sputtering. Dick had done as much as he could for it, but she really needed a pair of eyes that actually knew what they were looking at.

Mumbling curses to himself, Nightwing had been ready to head off to at least catch a dust trail of what operation he'd find himself in next. He could feel the eyes watching him. His hair stood in edge, and when Nightwing turned to look around he couldn't see anyone. Maybe he was being haunted. Trying to arrange his bearings, Nightwing turned back around to get on his bike. When there was suddenly a mop of choppy black hair couched down next to it.

Nightwing blinked at him. How had he managed to get there? "Uh, something you need, man?" Nightwing asked the boy, totally not freaked out.

The boy- teen, he was only a year or two younger than Dick- looked up, large blue eyes staring. As if it was odd for Nightwing to have addressed him. It took him a moment longer to realize that the bike was, in fact, Nightwing's. "You need to change your [important engine part]." He pointed lamely, standing up to his height of only a hair shorter than Dick.

"How do you know that?" Nightwing asked before he could think of the danger the unknown person might pose.

"That's why it was making that sound. It'll put too much pressure on the engine so it won't be able to go as fast it would be otherwise. Which, I take it, would cause you problems." he tipped his head in the direction the rouge had run off in.

Nightwing considered it for just a moment, not wanting the perfect opportunity to get away from him. "Do you know how to fix it?"

The guy looked almost offended, "Yeah."

"I'll pay you." Nightwing jumped at the opportunity, "If you fix it."

Any normal person would've said no to a guy dressed in bullet-proof spandex with a blue bird on his chest and a weird mask. "Sure." He shrugged easily, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes as he eyed the vehicle. After a moment, "Name's Danny, by the way. You'd probably need to know that." Danny eyes his suit, "Who are you, like, blue-jay?"

"Nightwing." He corrected easily, his name hadn't made the streets yet.

"The Robin reject?" Was Danny immediate response, eyebrow arched up in amusement.

"The what?"

Danny grimaced, the laugh never leaving his face, "Ooh, sorry. Touchy subject?"

"I am not a Robin reject." Dick couldn't tell this civilian that he was Robin. Had been.

Nightwing's bike ran better than it had since he had moved to Bludhaven after Danny had gotten his hands on it. And Danny's payment of ("i don't trust ur money, just buy me food") lunch had been a steal in return. Maybe next time they should go somewhere a little nicer.

Because the bike was doing so well, after Danny fixed it.

Not for any other reason.

[batfam-belfry]

Damian and Dick being brothers 🥰

[kittyfrisk9]

IdeaDpxDc- The petition

Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.

Nightwing receives a very strange request from a child. Dead On Main (implied)

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It happened on the rooftop of some building, when Nightwing was taken by surprise by the strange request from his brother's boyfriend's younger brother.

"Are you part of the Bats, huh?" the kid asked, crossing his arms and staring intently.

"Yeah," Nightwing replied, smiling with a slight nod. "How can I help you?"

"I need your help. Investigate my brother's boyfriend," he said, frowning.

"What?" Nightwing responded, raising an eyebrow, visibly surprised.

"I'm usually very good at stalking people," he continued, pacing back and forth, "but this guy, Jason, he's really suspicious. He's hiding something, I know it. I tried to follow him to find out what he's hiding, but he caught me!" He stopped and looked at the other with frustration. "He's done it ten times already. No one's caught me that many times! Well, except Danny the idiot, but he doesn't count," he added, waving a hand as if it were a trivial detail. "Danny's too stupid to suspect anything," he said, looking worriedly at the ground. "I can see it in his eyes, love has blinded him." He looked up, with a serious expression. "What if his boyfriend turns out to be a trafficker and wants to steal his organs? Or gets him into drugs? Or is some kind of criminal mastermind?" He sighed, crossing his arms again. "I've noticed his questionable behaviors. I don't trust that guy."

"I see. You're worried about your older brother, you're a sweet kid," Nightwing commented with a smile as he leaned against the edge of the building, looking out over the illuminated city.

"I'm not a kid and I'm not worried! I'm an adult, I'm older than you!" the boy retorted indignantly, crossing his arms.

Nightwing raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh, how old are you?"

"... 30," the young man murmured, avoiding eye contact.

Nightwing chuckled. "You look 12."

The boy frowned, clearly annoyed. "I'm not here to talk about my age. Are you going to do the job or not?" He took a step forward, his tone impatient.

Nightwing raised his hands in surrender. "Haha, okay, okay. What makes you think your brother, Danny, is in danger?" Straightening up, he looked at the young man more seriously, ready to listen.

"He met him on a dating app. That's not weird, but when he introduced me, the guy was huge. Big, and Danny's a twig," the young man started, looking at Nightwing seriously. "I know he's 19, but genetics decided to abandon him." He mocked the boy.

Nightwing raised an eyebrow, curious but still confused. "And that's suspicious because...?"

The boy raised a hand to stop him. "Wait, let me finish." He approached the rooftop's edge, looking out at the city. "The guy not only is huge but also knows how to fight. I threw eggs at him and he dodged every single one. And he beat me in a fight!"

"Pff, you threw eggs at him?" Nightwing asked with a raised eyebrow, trying not to laugh at the idea of seeing Jason covered in eggs. The young man gave him a annoyed look. "Okay, okay, don't get mad. What else do you have to tell me?"

The boy continued firmly: "He also knows how to use weapons. Danny and that guy went to a shooting range for one of their dates. I followed them, and that guy was as good as Danny! Not only that," the boy added, turning to look directly at Nightwing. "I saw him threaten someone once, and he seems to have contacts with Red Hood. No normal person has contacts with a crime lord." Warning, emphasizing the danger it implied.

"Yeah, that says a lot," Nightwing agreed, while in his mind he wondered why Jason had taken Danny to a shooting range. There were better places for a date. "I understand, I'll look into it. What's your name, kid?" He asked, more for appearances' sake.

"Dante Nightingale," he replied. "I'll wait for you here on Thursday at the same time for the report," he ordered. This attitude reminded him so much of Damian; maybe he should introduce them.

"Alright, boss," Nightwing joked, then jumped to another building. Tonight he'd have a lot of material to tease Jason with; his brother-in-law didn't trust him. Haha.

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Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

yeah no duh dick's a perfectionist. the first image of him for readers to ever see included the tagline "The Boy Wonder" with Batman proudly presenting him like a shiny new car. this man literally can not exist as a character without expectations placed on his shoulders.

[awzominator]

What if…. Cassandra Cain in Gerard Ways Batman series…. What if???

anyway she is just as much a weirdo as Bruce. Doesn’t have his future sight but does have the sixth sense while retaining her ability to read ppls body language. Idk she finds him wild and adopts some of his bat like mannerisms Bc I find it funny if Dick is still the only “normal” person. They eat rats together and sleep upside down like god intended

since the inside of Batman’s cape is supposed to have drawings and such inside along w symbolisms, I wanted to play with that for her. I personally view class’s story to be one of breaking free of predetermined destiny I included the broken chains to represent that stage. The stitching to show she is mending herself from her previous life and mistakes. She is making herself into something she wants now that she’s no longer under constraints. It’s messy and haggard but it’s hers and she’s building it with her own hands. I figured the details within her cape would become more elaborate the longer she wears the suit has the time to experience the world. For now she has two eyes as she’s always watching and learning. Nothing can be hidden from her gaze

[starry-bi-sky]

i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.

BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.

Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.

Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.

But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.

Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.

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They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.

It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.

If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)

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Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.

They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.

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Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.

One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.

Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.

And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.

She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.

She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?

And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.

(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)

The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.

Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.

[star--bird]

Dick: Hey Jay, since you died before you turned 16, you don't have any form of legal ID do you? How did you go about that after you came back to life?

Jason: Oh so I actually had a fake ID from before I died that I still use. Wanna see it?

Dick: Sure.

Jason: *hands Dick a Hawaiian driver's license*

Dick: ...seriously?

Jason: What! It's a pretty convincing fake!

Dick: Your name is McLovin?

Jason: Yeah I was between that or Mohammed.

Dick: You based your fake id off of a goddam movie?

Jason: I was 13 okay!

Dick: You look like you're 7 in this photo.

Jason: Hey. It worked. And it still does.

Dick: I can't believe this. You are a literal crime lord. You deal fake IDs! They are pretty convincing ones too, good enough to trick both the Gotham PD and Batcave systems.

Jason: It's the principle, okay.

Dick: What fucking principle!

[flyingdidii]

Day 19 - Stranded Together

Full version on twitter

[batbaffle]

[thezanyarthropleura]

Red vs. Blue Restoration True Ending

[thesulkycroissant]

Another thing I'm appreciating about New Teen Titans is how often Dick makes a point to check up on his teammates. He notices when something is wrong and asks them about it.

It's also very funny to me to see him walking around in only part of the Robin costume, honestly. Business Casual Robin Uniform™️.

[batfam-belfry]

I love it when they refer to themselves as brothers <3

[4ng3lic4]

THEYRE BACK!!!!!!!!

[brownsugaboba]

title: “Chapter 4: Yearning For You, All This Time.”

december 24th, 2024.

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bruce wayne x reader.

black reader. (anyone can read but emphasis on black.)

19+ (this chapter is NOT 19+, however upcoming chapters will be.)

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the night air wrapped around them like a cool embrace as bruce and (y/n) stepped out of selina's wedding, the echoes of silence and lingering stares weighing heavily in the atmosphere. bruce had anticipated selina's behavior; his years of knowing her had taught him to expect the unexpected.

however, for you, the sharpness of selina's tongue was a bitter surprise. it was baffling to think someone who had once had love for him could turn so cruel, especially when she was now marrying someone else.

“(y/n),” bruce broke the silence, his voice steady against the backdrop of the still night. they continued their walk down the sidewalk towards his car.

you glanced up at him, a slight nod acknowledging his words. “yes?”

as they reached the car, he gently opened the door for you, releasing your hand as you slipped into the leather seat. “thank you,” you murmured, meeting his gaze with a warm, tentative, smile.

it was difficult to find the right words in the wake of the moment.

with a soft click, he closed the door and moved around to the driver's side, sliding into the seat with a quiet heaviness. the engine's purr broke the silence as he turned the key, but his thoughts were far from focusing the road.

in the solitude of the car, he replayed the earlier scene—the unexpected hostility from selina, the way it had darkened an otherwise joyful occasion. he struggled with the desire to apologize on her behalf, understanding that their past relationship had casted a shadow over you and him.

deep down, he felt the weight of guilt for the tension that had unfolded between you two.

“i’m truly sorry for how she reacted. you didn’t deserve a minute of that; not even a second,” he finally confessed, turning his head to look at you, sincerity etched across his features.

your smile remained, aware that his attempt to find the right words had taken a toll on him. “bruce—” you began, wanting to ease his burden, but he quickly interrupted.

“no, let me finish,” he compelled softly, his voice almost a whisper.

you quickly felt an urge to quiet yourself, to let him gather his thoughts, but you had to decline his offer.

“no, let me. please…” you responded, with a tone that matched his softness, making him to pause mid-sentence, a hint of amusement went across his face as he realized your determination.

“you didn’t deserve it either,” you reminded him, your gaze unwavering. “the small comments, the disrespect—you didn’t deserve any of it. neither of us did.”

“that is true, but—” he started, only for you to cut in.

“there shouldn’t be any ‘buts’ when it’s the truth,” you replied, a playful smirk taking form, watching his own smirk expand as he listened to your point. “now that we both agree, how about we finally leave this in the past?”

he regarded you thoughtfully, a small chuckle escaping him as he nodded in agreement. the interplay between the two of you filled the car, a mixture of lightheartedness and understanding.

“your sassiness truly hasn’t left at all,” he remarked as he steered the car towards the restaurant.

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upon arriving, the restaurant revealed itself—a stunning upscale building encased in floor-to-ceiling windows that framed a beautiful view of gotham’s skyline and the gentle flowing river. despite the bustling crowd, bruce’s reputation paved a way for him, and after handing the car over to valet, he took your hand in his, leading you through the entrance.

“no manor tonight?” you asked, scanning the surroundings, excitement fluttering within you at this unexpected stop.

pulling you closer to him as if to shield you from the prying eyes of strangers, his hand rested gently against your back, starting a warmth that went through your skin.

“i figured i’d treat you,” he said, motioning to the host who greeted them, his expression casual yet filled with unspoken intent.

you followed the host upstairs, bruce’s touch never leaving your back, a rope binding you together as you went deeper into a private room of comfort and quietness.

“considering my kids and i have put you through quite the few days,” he added, a playful tone to his voice.

A a chuckle escaped you, lightening the weight of the previous hours as you continued into an expansive private room. a small table for two was placed in the center, surrounded by intimate décor. floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the room in a soft glow, while bookshelves lined the walls, and a plush couch sat, allowing you to relax away from the bustling atmosphere below.

as you approached the windows, mesmerized by the glittering cityscape, bruce hung back, a warm smile spreading across his face as he admired you, his thoughts drifting to how he had felt in similar moments before.

just as the host began to retreat, bruce called him back, discussing a few details and slipping him some cash, ensuring your evening remained uninterrupted with a few surprises at the end.

the distant soft hum of piano music drifted from downstairs, fading into the walls of the private space, allowing him to gaze longer, more intently without fear of anyone else around.

he stepped closer. “i can only assume that you bring a lot of people here,” you remarked, your eyes still captured by the breathtaking skyline of gotham.

his looked at you on confusion now, a question lingering in the air between you, inviting even more curiosity than you two started with.

"and why do you assume that?" he asked, his voice low.

"the way you greeted the host downstairs... it’s clear this isn’t your first time," you continued, your eyes darting around the manor's elegant interior, searching for familiar sights.

bruce’s lips curved into a charming smile at your observation, a look of fondness crossing his features. you were still just as aware as you were all those years ago, and he couldn't help but find it cute.

"i can’t let anything past you, can i, (y/n)?" he said, pausing for effect. "but you’re wrong this time."

turning around to face him, your gaze met his. the warmth of his hand at your waist was grounding, and immediately sent your heart racing.

"am i now?" you challenged, a playful spark in your eyes.

he nodded, his smile widening slightly. "i've only been here once, and i came by myself. for the simple reason of…" he glanced toward the large windows, his eyes reflecting the beauty of the night. "the sight."

a smile broke across your face, truly understanding now.

“i think you’ve forgotten that i have kids now. too many to count,” he said teasingly, laughter dancing in your voice as you slowly slipped away from his hold.

bruce felt an unexpected pull, as he watched you leave the windows and his hands. your presence leaving him with more thoughts than before.

he moved toward your chair, pulling it out, allowing you to take your seat before gently pushing you closer to the elegantly set table.

"do you think i’ll ever meet them… officially?" you asked excitement and nervous; recalling how they had eavesdropped on your conversation with him just the other day,.

bruce chuckled softly as he settled into his own chair across from you, his striking blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that felt all-consuming, making the world around you fade away.

"absolutely," he replied, his tone confident and warm. "i think they’re planning on meeting you one way or another."

as you and bruce enjoyed the dishes you craved first, the chef entered with a large smile. he revealed two of his most finest dishes, each one a culinary masterpiece.

bruce, with a warm grin, leaned in to explain that he hadn’t requested the chef to bring up any dishes. so the action was truly unexpected and surprising.

right after you two finished, the waiter returned, collecting their empty plates with refilling their wine glasses. he exchanged a brief nod with bruce before leaving, which made you smile, a gesture that seemed as though he was planning something.

“you’ve been in gotham for a while now, haven’t you?” bruce’s voice was a smooth murmur. his gaze showed genuine curiosity, a glimmer of understanding lurking beneath it.

you nodded, fingers lightly tracing the rim of your newly filled glass, your eyes drifting to the stunning view of the gotham skyline outside, the city lights glowing like a field of stars.

“yeah,” you replied softly, the weight of years drifting behind each word. "a few years now."

bruce arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "and before that? you weren’t in town for good, were you?" he paused, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

"i assume you weren’t just here for selina’s wedding."

a smile tugged at your lips, your dimples appearing as you spoke, “no.”

as you continued, your voice fell to a whisper, yet remained steady. “i live here now. i’ve been living in gotham for… almost two years, actually. but not under my real last name.”

at that revelation, bruce's gaze sharpened, shadows of his own past creeping into his expression for a fleeting moment before he pushed them aside. “understandable, with everything that happened,” he murmured softly.

you nodded, a silence settling between you two, taking a small sip of your wine as you thought on your journey.

bruce studied your silence, though it wasn’t awkward. it was comforting. his fingers absently tracing the edge of his glass as thoughts swirled in his mind. “why did you leave, if you don’t mind me asking?”

lowering your glass back to the table, you began to swirl the rich red wine inside, gathering the courage to share more.

"you know i don’t mind with you, bruce," you reassured him. "i went to medical school, followed my father’s footsteps.”

bruce’s eyes widened slightly, the weight of your response sinking in. it was a surprise that made him anxiously uneasy, considering the tragic connotations for both of you.

"you truly are brave, (y/n)," he said, his voice laced with admiration.

you smiled softly at him, the flickering candlelight casting a warm glow on your features.

"sometimes," you replied, your tone steady but infused with quiet grief, "you just have to.. change yourself, even if it’s the last thing you want to do."

"i’m here because my father…" you continued, your expression growing more serious. "and gotham, is a… hard place to grow up. even harder to survive when you’re all alone. we know that more than anyone.”

bruce exhaled slowly, his gaze unwavering as he absorbed your words. he understood the weight of grief, the shadows of loss that shadowed your thoughts, for since he had walked that exact path himself. "definitely."

"but.. you can’t keep running from your past forever," you said, your voice steady but gentle.

"but you can build a future, right? that’s what I’ve been trying to do by coming back here, by going with you to selina's wedding."

as you spoke, bruce sat in silence, acutely aware of the truth in your words, the understanding only making you closer as the conversation continued.

he quickly recognizing the truth in every syllable. it was mesmerizing to see someone who had once faced the same tragedy as him, now having emotional intelligence and strength.

in this intimate setting, surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight and the low sound of the piano in the background, he was quickly immersed in an activity that brought you joy. there was something inspiring and hopeful about it—your resilience ignited a spark in him, urging him to embrace the life he had crafted for himself even more.

"you want to build a future—" he paused, his heart racing as he leaned closer. "with me in it?” the question was more of a statement, letting you know that he wanted the same.

you let out a soft, melodious chuckle, and your eyes sparkled with sincerity as you nodded. "starting with you, bruce, only if you'll let me."

a smile broke across bruce's face, wide and genuine, illuminating his features in a way that was rare and beautiful. "you know i can't say no to you."

as you exchanged smiles, the warmth of his words wrapped around you like a comforting embrace. for a brief moment, the chaotic shadows of the outside world faded away—the lingering grief and the heavy solitude of gotham felt so far away.

here, in this room of understanding, two souls who had faced the dark and twisted realities of life and found comfort and safeness in each other's presence.

for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you sensed a shift, a belief that the city you grew up in, the city that your parents died in, might not be such a lonely place after all.

the distant hum of the party pierced through the deepness of your conversation, yet the private room remained a a space just for you two—

and you couldn’t ask for more.

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after your heartfelt exchange, the waiter reappeared, a subtle reminder of the outside world.

bruce took your hand, his grip gentle yet reassuring, as he led you out of the of the private room. together, you both made your way down to the restaurant's first floor, only to find the once-bustling floor nearly deserted.

you look back at bruce in confusion, and he offered a reassuring squeeze of your hand, encouraging you to continue following the waitress.

the kitchen greeted you both, an unexpected yet inviting space that was surprisingly intimate still. a single plate centered on the polished cleaned counter, on it rested a slice of chocolate cake beside a vibrant bouquet of pristine white roses.

you let go of bruce's hand and stepped closer, captivated by the sight.

meanwhile, bruce discreetly slipped a few extra bills to the waitress, expressing his gratitude before joining you in the kitchen's warmth.

"bruce..." you murmured softly, lifting the bouquet to admire its delicate blooms.

your gaze found his striking blue eyes—eyes that had quickly become your favorite thing to lose yourself in.

"i’m enjoying you saying my name way too much, (y/n)," he replied, a playful smirk gracing his lips.

he stepped closer, his hand resting on your hip, drawing you into the gravity of his embrace. the only barrier between you two was the bouquet, which now felt like a symbol of your shared connection.

"im enjoying your actions tonight way too much, bruce," you retorted playfully.

he gently removed a single rose from the bouquet, mindful of the thorns, and brought it to his nose to inhale its sweet fragrance before extending it toward you.

"i hope you can enjoy them more," he whispered softly.

as you closed your eyes to savor the rose's scent, bruce gently reclaimed the flowers and set them back on the counter, pulling you closer with both hands now cradling your waist in his warm hands.

the sudden intimacy definitely took you by surprise, but a smile blossomed on your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"it’s strange having you be this touchy and..."

"romantic?" he interrupted, mischief in his eyes.

you tilted your head, deciding to tease him. "i was going to say tipsy, but romantic can do."

he scoffed, a grin spreading across his face, the warmth of his laughter infectious. "you think I’m behaving like this because i’m tipsy?"

your gaze wandered to his lips, lingering on their shape and moisture, making your heart race even more than it already was.

"yes," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

with a teasing smirk, he slowly licked his lips, drawing your focus back to his gaze. "i can’t be in my right mind to show you how much i want you here. in my future as well?”

your pulse quickened as his eyes locked onto yours, and he leaned in closer.

"i’m not tipsy, i’m more..." he hesitated, searching for the right word, "yearning.”

“for someone that was always here."

before you could respond, his lips found yours in a gentle kiss. his lips took ahold of your bottom darker lip, as he sucked you in. while his hands on your waist pulled you in closer, and wrapping his arms fully around your back. he wanted every last bit of you in his arms, as he held you like you were going to slip away if he didn’t.

you closed your eyes with a small breath, as the kiss deepened into something more passionate, a kiss that spoke of missed opportunities and unfulfilled desires.

bruce slowly entered his tongue inside when he felt the time was right. when you let out a soft moan because of it, he knew truly how right he was.

you brought your tongue inside of him as well, tilting your head in the process until you could feel every groove of him. every breath he made, as he continued to deepen the kiss, was like a dream as you melted into his embrace.

your hands along the back of his neck, slowly moved up his dark hair and quickly got lost in his strands.

the kiss wasn’t just a normal kiss. it was a kiss that bridged the gap of time spent apart, filled with the warmth of love and understanding—one that neither of you had fully realized you were capable of sharing until that very moment.

fin.

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Needle and thread.

WHUMPTOBER DAY 19. Prompt: “no anaesthesia.” Fandom: Batfamily

Summary: Dick is forced to carry out a life-saving emergency surgery when you are too far away to reach help before it becomes too late.

Warnings: Impalement, blood, gore, stitching, needles.

Word count: 1k (short but sour, I had to do this quickly sorry.)

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Dick Grayson would never forget your blood curdling scream the moment the rebar punctured your stomach, ripping up skin and muscle as it forced its way through your back.

You had been flung sideways by the villain you had been fighting. The force of his throw has caused you to topple over the side of the scaffolding and sent you plummeting to the ground. Unluckily for you, you happened to land on the scrap metal.

He cried out, cursing as he fought to get to you. It was only supposed to be a simple patrol, but he was outnumbered. Dick fought hard, landing kick after kick and blow after blow with his sticks to reach you. When he landed heavily on his feet beside you, he could already see the puddle of blood below you. It gushed freely from your body. Raw and red and beautiful.

Your mouth was agape, panting against the pain. Your eyebrows upturned behind your mask as your face contorted in agony.

For a moment, he couldn’t move. He was stuck still staring at the blood stained steel. Your muscles clenched around it as you writhed.

“Y/n.” He dropped to his knees beside you when reality hit him like a ton of bricks. “Fuck.”

“Dick…”

His hands hovered over your body; he was too afraid to touch you as if touching you was going to break your fragile body more. He was wide eyed, mind running at a thousand miles a minute. He knew he needed to move you, but the rusty metal bar was the only thing preventing you from bleeding out completely. He had hit the emergency signal on his suit, and he knew help was on the way, but he had no way to gauge how long it would be before they arrived.

“Okay…” he breathed out unsteadily. His hands trembled as they moved around your body, coaxed in your blood. “I have to move you.”

Nodding, you clenched your eyes shut and gritted your teeth. Dick wrapped his hands around yours to haul you off of the bar. You howled, muscles twitching as it was ripped through you again. Your vision blurred as he lay you back down on the ground, applying pressure hard to the wound.

“Come on, Y/n. Just stay with me a little longer. Help is coming.”

“Dick…” you forced out through wet coughs. “You have to do it.”

He shook his head frantically. He hated doing it. It was something that was only supposed to be a last resort. “No. No, I can't do that to you.”

He turned his head, desperate to spot the red and green suits heading his direction, but all he could see for miles were the lights of the city.

“Robin, where are you?” He asked into the coms.

There was a crackle before he replied. “I‘m going as fast as I can, but I’m about 10 minutes out.”

He cursed. You were too far out for him to reach the bat cave and Damian was still too far away. 10 minutes and you would have lost too much blood.

“Do it.” Yo pleased. “Dick. Please.”

He took a deep breath and turned his head away, before pulling out the needle and thread that was kept in the small Medkit you carried in your suit for emergencies. Dick struggled to thread the needle with the way his fingers shook. But after finally sterilising and threading the small tool, he positioned it above the wound. It was still bleeding heavily.

“I’m so sorry.” He muttered as he made the first stitch.

You bucked forwards, contorting at the stabbing against your skin. He tried to be quick, but that did nothing to stop you feeling every stitch as the thread tugged against your skin to close the rift. You had almost blacked out by the time he had rolled you over to stitch up the entry wound. Every second was nothing but torment that seemed to replace the blood you lost.

By the time he had pulled the last stitch closed, you were a whimpering mess. Your face was stained with tears and your hair was a mess. Your whole body felt like one giant bruise; everything ached and your joints felt like a hinge that needed to be oiled.

Dick had tried his hardest to keep you awake, whispering sweet apologies into your hair as he rocked you back and forth in his arms, though you weren’t 100% sure who he was trying to make feel better; you or himself.

Your body had slowly begun to go numb after a while as you waited anstily for Damian to arrive. A chill had begun to set into your bones. By the time he had finally arrived, the pain and your senses had dulled into almost nothing at all.

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Thanks for all the kind words about our Simmons!

Meanwhile, stuff about RvB S19 Spoilers under the cut.

I want to start out with the movie definitely felt like they tried to put what love they could in it, but with time constraints, Rooster Teeth being shut down, and budgeting, a lot of character development and general awareness of where the characters would be left where they put them suffered. But Church and Tex reuniting with her being made of the memories of how she wanted to be remembered was beautiful.

I would talk more about how other characters felt completely sidelined, and it was definitely hurtful that Donut got basically nothing even if he was a part of the main team (literally just make an excuse about his armor. Or hue change him in editing. Not like it hasn't been done before) but I feel like most of it's already been said by others.

My most important note is: If Simmons is now the leader of Red Team.... what Red Team? What war? What people is he leading? His "leadership" developments consisted of: Running at the Meta, being called 'sir', and throwing something really well. He hadn't even displayed leadership qualities before he was handed the torch here, unless you count previous seasons where he still didn't manage it well, and realized it was a part of his own issues with authority.

I know it's all over already, but it would've worked better if he had been helping out as a leader earlier on, and properly earned it, achieving some sort of small victory against the Meta even if they were still beaten back for Carolina and Tex to take charge in combat. He'd learn that the position was exhausting, and that he would be done when their war ended. Maybe even funnel it into a different occupation. Go home with Grif. It's over.