#bisexual Dick Grayson agenda

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Because I am gay (see name above) all of my favs are gay but because dc are cowards and refuse to admit that yeah having a character damn near exclusively date redheaded friends and then making both his male close friends redheads is a lil suspicious

I have simply decided that Dick is openly bi and no one has realized it in the universe.(Titans -core 9- and Clark Kent excluded)

So here picture this.

They’re all at a diner/batburger/ wherever they chill as civilians. Are they doing important stuff, working on cases, shooting the shit, your choice- I’m lazy.

And it’s practically empty bc none of them have normal schedules and so yeah you can have lunch at 4:45am that’s a normal time to eat.

And some dude walks in and Dick just straight up freezes for a sec before hiding under the table. The dude orders to go and fucks off.

Dick gets back up and does a cartoonish ‘phew’ bc he’s extra

Jason: yo what the fuck was that

Dick: what the fuck was what?

Tim: that- you hiding under the table of our booth??

Dick: oh that

Steph: no shit worlds third greatest detective

Jason: yeah you saw that dude and freaked, I once saw you laugh in banes face and use his forearm as a jungle gym? What gives?

Dick: oh come on! You’ve never wanted to avoid an ex??

*cue spit take from character of your choice*

Steph: AN EX?!?

Dick:??? Yes

Tim looks like he’s seeing god himself parting the clouds, giving him a view of the sun

Jason is just giving Dick the how did I not know this what the fuck dude how could you not tell me stare

Dick looks at each of them: what did you think I only dated babs and Kori?? I have a life outside of our night job?? Right? Like I’ve dated many people who still don’t know what I do at night?

Steph: no do how could you not tell us about H.I.M

Dick: I mean he wasn’t really all that…nice by the time we hit the three month mark and we didn’t have much in common outside of a shared hobby

Tim who was a closeted bisexual for 5 years realizing his first ever idol the first ever Robin also liked boys: .... you dated him for three months?? when?

Dick: I don't know we broke up like 2 months ago

Steph: How was I not aware of this information??

Dick: im sorry would you like detailed information about my sex life??

Jason, traumatised:.... so when I was Robin, you and roy weren't wrestling in the bathrooms..

Dick:.....

Tim:.....

Steph:.....

Dick: yeah Jay no shit?!?

Tim: so you and Wally... were not playing Jenga when I visited

Dick:... you are adults yes? you realise that I as an adult was not going to tell twelve year olds that I was getting laid?

Steph: Dickie DIckie baby.... we knew you were fucking

Tim: true

Jason: unfortunately

Steph: we just didn't know you were also fucking men

Dick:....

Dick massaging his temples: okay so.... you know I have a thing for redheads and I notoriously befriend my exes.

Tim: yep

Jason: mhm

Dick: and none of you thought for a second that my two redheaded best friends who both have a type aka Dark haired and can do a backflip... and just decided we were totally Hetero besties

Steph: yeahhh I mean...

Tim weakly: you guys just seem

Jay: like friends

Dick deadpan: Lian still calls me dad sometimes and Wally and Linda keep asking me to swing or join a throuple.

steph: fully believed they were joking high key tho

Dick: okay, okay... so the way that I talk about Joey Wilson... just didn't tell you anything?

Jay: okay that one... was my bad actually y'all were hella gay

Tim: hey! that's no fairrr we werent there

Dick: you broke into my house Tim, you literally stalked me

Tim: that's not the same and you know it.

[urocissas]

some dick grayson sketches

[house-on-sand]

personally i think all the former robins should be allowed to be canonically some flavour of queer i think they deserve that

but that's just my opinion

[bloggerspam]

M’gann is making her way to med-bay with a tray full of semi-successful cookies. 

She feels particularly proud of this batch, as Robin had given her Agent A’s recommended beginner recipe and Agent A made totally amazing cookies so he’s definitely the authority on this kind of thing. 

She made these cookies because Kyn-El deserves cookies. 

She would like to share the cookies with his brother, Kon-El, too but she’s not sure if he’s able to eat solid foods yet. 

When Kyn flew off to find his brother, Robin had predicted that he would bring his brother back to Mount Justice for medical assistance. 

She....She knew Kon-El was being subjected to....horrors. Kyn had shared some of his memories with her, on those long nights. 

But even Kyn couldn’t see through the lead walls, and even Kyn couldn’t really predict what he would find. 

Seeing Kyn’s brother like that---cradled in his arms, limp, bleeding, a whisp of a man---and feeling---feeling Kyn’s anguish...

She feels tears well up, and wipes them away. 

She mustn’t let Kyn see her crying, though it’s hardly going to escape his notice. 

They maintain telepathy almost all the time now, to give each other comfort. 

Comfort for M’gann, in a strange world where thoughts were hidden.

Comfort for Kyn, who barely has the energy to even try to communicate with anyone other than his brother. 

She rounds the corner, she’s greeted by a daunting sight. 

Back to her, Superman stands imposing. He’s saying something, but she’s still a little too far to hear clearly. 

She can see Kyn facing Superman, though the Kryptonian is blocking most of her view of her dearest friend. 

She reaches out, tentatively, and is almost crushed by the sheer anger. 

Kyn is always angry, but never...she quickens her steps. 

“You will not!” Kyn roars. 

“Kyn-El...please, I understand that we...we got on the wrong foot, but we’re...we’re family, right?” A soft voice pleads. When M’gann finally reaches the two, she finds that Kara is there as well, off to the side. 

Kyn-El’s face is thunderous, and he feels cornered. She slips through to stand next to him, holding his hand in one hand, and the cookies in the other. 

“Hello, Superman, Supergirl.” Kyn squeezes her hand, and she feels his thoughts slow to molasis. 

“Oh! Hello, M’gann.” Supergirl is clearly at her wit’s end. Superman nods at her, tightlipped.

“What seems to be the problem?” She asks, though Kyn-El is already conveying to her that he doesn’t want them to step another foot into the med bay. 

“We wanted to visit our newest...member. We’ve heard it’s woken up and I wanted to...” 

“He.” Kyn-El growls, interrupting Superman. He clamps his mouth shut at that, wincing. 

“We heard he’s woken up and we wanted to meet him!” Kara says, trying to be peppy. She elbows Superman, and he flinches. 

“I will not let you meet him. You don’t deserve to breathe the same air  as him, this is why I didn’t---” Kyn clenches his teeth, before growling mussing up his hair. He’s getting worked up, but thankfully he isn’t destroying things.

“I’ve been trying. It---someone took my DNA and made two copies of me, I..I know I reacted...terribly at first, but I’m here aren’t I?” Superman says, though it feels like justification. Even Kara is looking irritated. Kyn steps closer, as if to start fighting, but M’gann pulls him back. 

“I...” Superman huffs, before starting again, “I heard it---he was being used as a...as a test dummy. I just want to make sure he’s okay. That...that he isn’t....” He glances at Kyn’s clenched fists, before glancing away. 

“What. That he isn’t angry? That he won’t try to kill you?” Kyn barks a laugh, but it sounds like it hurts. “With what energy? He barely feels anything---” He cuts himself off, as if he’s said too much.

In a way, he has. M’gann remembers the screams Kyn-El heard when he was just out of the pod. She remembers that they stopped, abruptly, that they would cut off barely a minute in as if remembering little ears were present. She remembers Kyn straining and straining to hear anything, just to make sure Kon-El was still there. 

 “If it barely feels anything how can we know for sure it can feel empathy?” Superman asks, softly. As if breaking news to a distraught mother about their child. As if he isn’t---As if he cares. 

Suddenly the anger swirling within her isn’t just Kyn-El’s. 

She’s not the only one. 

"You aren't giving either of them much reason to think better of you," Kara says. Her voice is low, dark. Pitying. 

Pure hot rage fills her when Kyn-El finished comprehending the sheer bullshit that Superman has just said. 

As if his brother didn’t do everything to teach him love, as if his brother didn’t give him everything, as if his brother---she cuts off the link, overwhelmed, and stumbles back. 

Kyn-El raises a fist, about to punch Superman, and his eyes are filled with red---but suddenly he stops. 

All three Kryptonians freeze, and turn to the door. 

Kyn-El grits his teeth, growling. Kara side-eyes Superman, but gives Kyn-El an apologetic smile, consoling. 

Superman looks both victorious, and hesitant. As if he isn’t sure he’s actually happy about winning. 

Kyn-El spins around, gently putting a hand on her lower back to guide her into the Medbay. Kara and Superman follow, though one significantly more confidant than the other. 

They step in, and greet the man sitting up on the cot farthest from the door. 

He smiles softly, and oh...

He’s a handsome man, but unlike Kyn-El he is much more pretty leaning. The three men certainly look the spitting image of each other, that’s for sure, but having them all together like this really highlights the differences. 

Superman is a classically handsome man. A strong jaw and an All American Boy smile. A coiffed, clean look.

Kyn-El is his younger twin, equally strong jaw, but a grimace like he’s ready to tear you apart--a wolf ready to protect the herd. Undercut prominent and teeth sharp. 

Kon-El, however, is the middle ground. He’s thinner, is one thing. More toned, as opposed to brickhouses the other two men boast. He’s only slightly shorter than Superman, and his hair is a mess. Long, but chopped up haphazardly. His eyes are more doe-like than the other two, and all around more delicate, a Willow swaying in a forest of Oaks. 

“Who do we have here, little one?” His voice is raspy, and low. 

Kyn-El’s entire demeanor shifts: he’s rounder, less sharp, a small child before a mother. 

“This is M’gann, brother. She’s my friend. My first friend! She’s...she’s very nice.” Even his voice is more childlike! Though she remembers that the Kyn-El she knows is not the Kyn-El his brother knows. It makes her smile widely. 

“Hello! I, uhm. I made cookies!” She proudly shows the tray to Kon-El, suddenly very shy. 

“Well, isn’t that nice? Thank you.” He smiles, reaching for a cookie, only for Kyn to snatch it away.

“You’re not supposed to eat solids yet!” The man chuckles, then, indulgent.

“Right, right, I’m sorry Kyn-El. And these two?” He asks, though surely he heard them all. 

Kara says something then, in another language. Kryptonian? 

Kyn-El blanches, as his brother flinches hard enough to almost topple over, if Kyn didn’t catch him. 

“GET OUT!” Kyn-El shouts, and in her mind he screams get out get out get out---it’s all she can do to shove the other two out of the medbay. 

The three of them stare at the closed doors, and the other two are clearly listening in. 

She keeps the link open, and feels him trying to soothe his brother, broken, angry, sad, all swirling around. 

They stay there, until Kyn comes back out, red-eyed and angry angry angry. 

Even so, his voice is soft. 

“He’s asleep. Please...please don’t speak Kryptonian to him.” He requests quietly, not looking at them.

“I thought it--” Superman flinches, “he spoke to you in Kryptonian?” He glances through the door as if he can see, and come to think of it, doesn’t he have X-Ray vision?

“He---” Kyn coughs, before shutting his eyes tight. 

Images flow through her, then. Memories she wasn’t shown before. 

Memories of hearing the soft voice speaking Kryptonian and the sound of a cattle prod in response. 

Of the soft voice carefully sounding out Kryptonian words, only to be hit with something large, something sizzling, something electric. 

Of bedtime stories brokenly told in enunciated Kryptonian. 

Of the soft voice--Kon-El, calling him his gift from another world, his star, and every ounce of Kryptonian history the voice could remember.

She doesn’t realize she’s crying until Kara is asking her what’s wrong, and Superman is awkwardly giving her tissues. 

Show them. Kyn whispers. 

She does. 

A soft gasp. M’gann cannot bring herself to open her eyes, to look at Kara or Superman. 

“What--what did you say his name was? In the...in the memories...” Superman rasps. He sounds...she doesn’t know what he sounds like. Something close to regret. Pitying. 

“Kon-El.” Kyn’s voice is gruff, grinding against his clenched teeth like rocks on flint. “His name is Kon-El.” 

“Oh...” Kara breathes, shattered. 

Both Kyn and M’gann look up at her for that. 

She’s almost afraid to ask, but she does it for Kyn. “Why?” 

Kara and Superman look at each other, and she would say they looked broken, if Kryptonians could be broken. 

Except...Except one of them is barely pieced together and shaking in a cot behind them, and another is held together by the strings of rage and love. 

“Did...did one of the scientists name him that?” Kara shakily asks. Kyn-El shakes his head slowly, confusion and trepidation seeping through her. 

“He named himself.” Something cracks. M’gann blinks, unsure of what she’s seeing. 

Superman has cracked a fist into the wall behind him, though thankfully he hasn’t gone through. 

“Oh, Kyn-El.....Do you know what Kon means?” 

“What.” Kara is crying now, and beating around the bush and shaking her head, as if she doesn’t want to say. Kyn doesn’t like that, and is about to start fighting. 

“Abomination.” Superman’s voice is emotionless. Kyn-El freezes, and Kara looks away, eyes shut tight and hand coming up to cover her mouth. 

“What.” Kyn-El breathes, voice small as if not believing it. 

“It means ‘Abomination of the House of El.'” Superman is looking at his own hand now, as if seeing it for the first time. 

Kyn-El falls to his knees, tears silent raging rivers, staring unseeing. M’gann stoops down, and tries to comfort him, but his mind is blank--a torrent of blankness, in shock. 

They stay like that for a long time, weeping and hurting and regretting and angry. 

Inside the Medbay, the Moon sleeps. 

And a wolf, mournful, howls.

Like Conner, Danny was a clone of Superman. However unlike Conner, Danny was not designed to replace him. Instead he was created as a test dummy. Day in and day out, he was subjected to various injections, toxins and experiments. All for the purpose of one day using them on the real deal. Danny quickly lost track of the days and the pain as he slipped into mental oblivion. That is until one day, his brother comes busting through a wall.

[tinnyhi]

If you want to know all of my side blogs:

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(This is for DC Comics/Young Justice Animated)

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(This is for Naruto posts)

ygo-archive: Yusei is babe, and should be praised for it

(This is for majority of Yu-Gi-Oh series, I don't really reblog things that I don't know really well).

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(This is for Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Trash of the Count's Family, and The S Classes that I Raised).

sterek-archive: Finally changed it :D.

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free-archive: KyoAni should just make MakoHaru canon atp.

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**Do note that I would occasionally reblog to the wrong side blog, so please do ignore.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Magician

by ToanGreenlow

There's a new murderer in Gotham City. His motives and methods are unknown, but he leaves a single, simple calling card for the victims he kills; The Magician Arcana. As Batman investigates, the case slowly pulls in the rest of the Bats. And one thing becomes clear.

The victims are all criminals in some way, shape or form. And eventually, the Bat must ask the question. Is this killer a violent vigilante, or does this man have some sort of twisted agenda?

Words: 600, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas

Additional Tags: Blood and Injury, Gore, Canon-Typical Violence, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Damian Wayne is Robin, Stephanie Brown is Batgirl, Cassandra Cain is Black Bat, Tarot, Bisexual Tim Drake, Selectively Mute Cassandra Cain, Jason Todd Has Anger Issues, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, OC villian - Freeform, Plenty of other villains though

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45283231

[taro-wong]

kids really do say the darndest things

[ruensroad]

DickTiger | Witch!AU

I’ve been horribly out of practice with writing lately and I’m hopping on my old OTP’s for some inspiration. I adore these two and I’m glad to see they’ve got a following. :)

HAPPY VALENTINES <3

Under the cut, babes!

Tiger is just closing shop when Dick Grayson walks into his store. It’s not an earth-shattering moment, or anything out of the ordinary, even if the man is the sort of beautiful that makes him double take. But there’s something about the way his heart seems to stutter that makes him pause and take notice.

Dick is in a jacket and jeans, a gray tee-shirt with BPD printed on the front, and Tiger takes in his bright eyes and darker skin in a preliminary assessment of ethnicity, which lends greatly to magic. And he has no doubt Dick has magic. It’s muted and small, not a large gift, but still there, brightening his soul, until Dick is quite possibly the brightest thing in his whole shop.

He slowly puts down his broom and ignores the all too knowing gazes of his familiars from where they’re lazing in the last remnants of sunlight on the floor to greet him.

“Maakhaam mo pa kheyr,” he says in welcome. “How may I help you?”

“Helena sent me,” is the first thing Dick says, all smiles and laughing eyes. “She says you’re the best.”

“I am,” Tiger tells him and it’s not even a boast. He knows his strengths and what his magic can do, and depending on what is needed, he truly is the best at healing magic this side of Bludhaven.

His serious tone only gets him a chuckle as Dick’s blue, blue gaze flickers this way and that, taking in all the odds and ends of his magic shop. After a moment, his eyes alight on Tiger again and only get more excited, like Tiger is just as wondrous as the rest of it.

Tiger raises an eyebrow at that, waiting, and Dick laughs, realizing that he’s been staring, and begins to explain, “Sorry, I need -”

“I know what you need,” Tiger cuts him off and takes his hand, not quite realizing it sounds like some pick up line until both his black cats huff in their signature laughs and Dick’s cheeks turn scarlet. Undeterred, Tiger just cups the man’s fingers, as though to raise them to his lips, and reaches out with his magic. A playful, curious energy touches his in return and Tiger draws it in, parsing through what all it tells him. After a moment of quiet, he has the answers he needs.

“You’re looking for love,” he says dryly, gently letting Dick’s fingers slide away from his own. “Richard John Grayson, age twenty-four, police officer, innate Romani magic. You go by Dick,” he adds with a bit of a furrowed brow. “Though I’m not sure why you would shorten a great name. Powerful ruler, if my translation is correct.”

Dick breaths out slow and deep, as though he’d been holding it in. “Well, fuck,” he whispers, cheeks still rosy, and touches the Sara e Kali pendant dangling from his neck, “that was sexy.”

Tiger snorts at that. “You’re also an idiot,” he says, more lightly, and silently enjoys the pout he gets. “I do not do ‘love spells’ here,” he continues, getting to business before those lips drive him to distraction. “I do not believe in influencing anyone against their will with my abilities. I can, however, offer a scrying, or a calming stone to settle you.”

Dick nods quickly. “I don’t want any love spell,” he promises. “I’m lonely, but not that lonely.” He makes a disgusted face as though to further his view on the matter. “Helena said you offer some… hm, reassurance? That’s how she put it, I’m not sure what she meant.”

“I can do that,” Tiger nods, knowing what Helena must’ve been getting at, though her angling is becoming clear to him now. Sure, she may have sent Dick here with that as a true motive, but she’s also a terrible matchmaker and he can’t deny Dick Grayson appeals to him in all the ways he is cautious to allow, and he knows, from that touch, that the attraction is mutual. And since Helena always has a double agenda...

Remind me to send Helena a long message when this is over, he tells his familiars, who just huff their little cat laughs again. He sighs and gestures Dick to follow him to a side room.

Dick goes happily enough, taking in everything with the delight of a child at the North Pole, perhaps, or in a candy store. “Your shop is amazing.”

“Thank you,” Tiger says and waves a hand over a locked box that clicks open once it feels his magic. Inside lay a pile of earthen stones and gems and he takes Dick’s hand again, drawing the man’s magic into himself before feeling through the rocks and setting a few aside. As he goes, he tells Dick what they are, and why his magic is calling for them. Abalone, for protection and healing; Amethyst, for calmness and soothing; Carnelian, for confidence; Labradorite to enhance magic and curiosity.

He puts them in a small velvet bag and hands them over, pleased to see, if only in some dark corner of himself he can allow to be pleased, that Dick is blushing again from where their hands are touching. There’s something… electric about touching the man, and Tiger indulges in further contact just long enough to explain the way to meditate with each stone before letting go. Or at least, he tries to, but then he feels Dick’s fingers squeeze his and their eyes meet and his magic sings and he finds he just can’t muster up the strength to let go just yet.

He hides the pure, naked need under a calm professional attitude, disguising it all as business. He leads Dick to his scrying pool, a basin of the purest spring water with two slowly swimming koi within, and starts tracing a finger through the water, focusing.

“You seek love,” he murmurs. “Let’s see if I can give you some reassurance that you are not alone.”

Dick makes a soft noise, but seems stunned quiet as Tiger pulls Dick’s magic into the water, like his body is a conduit from lightning bolt to ground. He certainly feels it, given the way the playful energy crackles through his veins. He’s never felt such a reaction before and nearly loses focus, only managing it with a stern thought: that whoever is in Dick’s future had better be worthy of him. The man is bisexual, he knows it through the magic, can feel his likes and dislikes, his needs and wants, where he falters, where he soars. He’s good man, Tiger can feel it, and hates the way his attraction only grows.

To say he’s surprised to see his own reflection in the scrying pool is a bit of an understatement. He blinks, tries again, then nearly splashes the vision he sees right out of existence, knowing that if he were less than what he was, he’d be blushing. Even so, his ears start to burn in warning and, with a thick swallow he forces himself to calmly wave the visage away. But even as it ripples out of focus, it still burns in his mind, and he can feel the phantom kisses already, an echo of Dick’s laugh in his ears, and wonders how he could possibly have this.

“What is it?” Dick asks, bringing him out of his reverie. They’re still holding hands and Dick’s magic is still dancing around his own and Tiger feels a little lost as he shakes his head in wonder.

“It would seem there is someone in your immediate future,” he tells him, and has to smile a little at the way Dick immediately perks up. “A man. A fellow witch.”

Dick takes this in with a glowing smile, his aura humming with energy. “Does he make me happy?” is what he asks, and Tiger nods, a bit dumbly, still seeing Dick’s luminesant grin in his mind’s eye.

Oh yes, he makes - will make - Dick Grayson very happy. How, he’s not so sure. He’s never really made anyone happy in such a way. He’d never been allowed to love the way his heart cries for. In Afghanistan, it was a death sentence to love another man. As a spy, love was a commodity that only complicated things beyond all reason. And though he’d left the spy life behind after the death of his partner, to focus on healing instead of killing, he’d been hesitant to touch that side of himself that he was born with, even though he was freely exploring his other Allah-given gifts.

He frowns, then sighs at himself. “He’s new to this,” warns Dick. “He’s… never allowed himself to love a man. Has never known the kind of love you crave. He will make you happy, but only if you work on him. Make him better. Be understanding and patient.”

“Of course,” Dick says as easy as breathing, as though there were no other way to do it, and Tiger feels his heart clench almost painfully as pure want grips him. Not a physical want, he’s felt that before. Easily remedied with meditation and training. But this… this is a bullet to the heart, shards of glass in his soul, but a good pain. A longing pain. One that, should it be lost, would be devastating.

Tiger breathes this in, breathes out. Forces himself to calm. Then he takes Dick’s hand and gives into the urge to kiss the young man’s fingers. He meets his eyes over the knuckles, smiling easily as Dick’s cheeks go back to dark red.

“Well then,” he says lowly, “it would seem I owe Helena one.”

Dick blinks, then his eyes widen, and the grin that overtakes his face is like being in freefall. Exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

“Really?” he asks, excited, gripping his bag of stones to his chest. “You and me?”

“Yes,” Tiger says, kissing those fingers again. His lips tingle as Dick’s magic dances over his skin. “If… well, if you’d want me.”

“Are you serious right now,” Dick huffs. “I mean, holy Adonis? Have you seen you. Yes! My magic has been going crazy since the moment you touched me and, honestly, if my heart keeps stopping you’re going to have to resurrect me.”

He’s laughing now and his eyes are practically crescents, his smile is so wide. “Please, be mine,” he says in a rush, fingers squeezing Tiger’s in a silent plea. “Especially if I make you happy as well.”

Tiger can’t deny that truth, remembering his own quiet, fond smile in the vision, and nods. “One day, yes.”

“Then yes,” Dick says, decided, and leans up to kiss Tiger’s bearded cheek. The tingles migrate from his lips to the spot and he shivers. “Can we get started on that ‘one day’ tonight?”

He looks so eager that there’s really nothing for it but to say yes. Within minutes, Dick’s talked him into his jacket and into dinner, and as Tiger leaves the store, arm in arm with a happily chattering witch, he looks back at his all-knowing cats, and sighs at their amused faces.

I’m still sending Helena a very long note, he tells them, which they huff at. But… remind me to send flowers along.

He can hear their laughter long into the night. But hearing Dick’s own laugh and settling into the awing knowledge that he has the power to make this man happy… well. It’s more than worth it.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Magician

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/C960DzB

by ToanGreenlow

There's a new murderer in Gotham City. His motives and methods are unknown, but he leaves a single, simple calling card for the victims he kills; The Magician Arcana. As Batman investigates, the case slowly pulls in the rest of the Bats. And one thing becomes clear.

The victims are all criminals in some way, shape or form. And eventually, the Bat must ask the question. Is this killer a violent vigilante, or does this man have some sort of twisted agenda?

Words: 600, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas

Additional Tags: Blood and Injury, Gore, Canon-Typical Violence, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Damian Wayne is Robin, Stephanie Brown is Batgirl, Cassandra Cain is Black Bat, Tarot, Bisexual Tim Drake, Selectively Mute Cassandra Cain, Jason Todd Has Anger Issues, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, OC villian - Freeform, Plenty of other villains though

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/C960DzB