#dick is a ray of sunshine

[psychemochanight]

When the League meets Baby Robin(Dick), they are genuinely surprised, as it seems impossible that Batman is raising this little ray of sunshine who appeared from between his cape and then proceeded to greet them with the brightest smile they've all ever seen, completely adoring Superman, saying how great Wonder Woman is, and actually laughing at Barry's jokes.

Bruce takes care of his work, but occasionally stops to, in fact, help Robin who is trying to do his English homework. The other members also help out, of course.

So, Hal arrives at the Watchtower, and Robin, seeing the man his dad mentor has been so grumpy about because of the last meeting they had (Hal doesn't understand that Batman is the best at his job and is the one giving directions for a reason, duh!), decides he will exact revenge.

He carries on a normal conversation with the man just as he did with everyone else, subtly leading the topic until Hal falls into the trap:

Hal: What about your mom? I can't imagine anyone putting up with the old bat.

He speaks with all mockery, but then his smile freezes when he sees the tremor in the little boy's shoulders.

Dick: *shuddering and holding back a little sob* my mummy died in front of me a few months ago.... I...

Hal is pale now, because the child actually sobs, and runs off to hide in the cape of Batman, who was now standing, ready to stitch up his child.

He's not the only one, Superman and the others are already there too, looking at him angrily because he made the little bean cry.

Hal is in a panic.

And if he sees how the boy smiles at him when no one is looking, sticking his tongue out at him while moving his lips to send him the message "Don't bother my dad", no one would ever believe him, not while the little boy is now clinging to Batman tightly as he slowly blinks away tears that not even the best actors could ever pull off.

Only Hal knows the devil behind that angel face.

Batman knows it too, but he adores his precious little demon.

[h3lenofsparta]

Some batboys and their favorite drinks

[inkpotsprite]

Jason (buried underground): *panic, clawing, digging, catatonia*

Dick: *sings the beatles*

[kikipancakes]

[cebawoohoo]

As someone with siblings, I just thought of something we would do to each other to annoy one another and I thought it would be funny if the BatKids did it.

Damian who is sitting on the couch, staring at Tim:

Tim getting annoyed: Can you stop staring at me?

Damian deciding to be a little shit: I’m not staring at you.

Tim who clearly sees Damian still staring at him: Yes you are.

Damian: No I’m not

Tim: Yes you fucking are.

Damian:

Tim:

Damian:

Tim: Bruce! Tell Damian to stop staring at me!

Bruce who was just walking by and is running on thirty minutes of sleep and doesn’t want to deal with his kids just yet: Damian, stop staring at your brother.

Damian: I’m not staring at him, Father.

Tim: Yes he is! Tell him to stop!

Bruce, sighing: Tim, just try to ignore him.

Tim: No! I find it hella creepy for the little demon child staring at me constantly!

Bruce absolutely done with this shit: Damian, please don’t stare at your brother anymore.

Damian: But I wasn’t, Father!

Tim: Stop lying! We clearly see you staring at me!

Bruce: Tim, sweetheart, why don’t you leave the room if it’s bothering you?

Tim: No! I was here first and I’m not moving!

Bruce is absolutely done. This goes on for another twenty minutes before Dick comes in the room and starts being annoying towards both of his brothers, making Damian stop staring at Tim. Bruce is just relieved it’s over. Remind him to never adopt more kids.

[were-wolverine]

dick grayson has scary dog privilege but it’s just his younger siblings

dick: hi :D !!

cass, jason, tim & damian: *behind him, glaring*

[mmmmmmeow]

LMFAO THE GLARE its giving my mom when i was younger 😭😭 Bruce has already got this dad thing DOWN

Batman & Robin: Year One

[celaenaeiln]

Batman: *to the Justice League* This is Robin. He's in my care from now on.

Robin Dick: *emitting light from his smile* hi!

Justice League: Awwww! He's really cute but Batman, are you sure about this?

Batman: I've never been more sure.

JL: okay...

Dick: I'm robin! i'm 8! And you guys are the coolest people ever!!

JL: *melting into a puddle of love*

Hal Jordan: Man, how'd you pop out a kid like this bats?

Dick: He didn't. I adopted him.

Hal: what?

Dick: He's under my care now, all opinions and complaints about his behavior go through me.

Hal: uh. Well in that case, I feel for ya kid because Bats is a-

Dick: denied.

Hal: what?

Dick: your complaint is denied. rejected. unforgiven.

Hal: .....???

Dick: bye.

Batman: *tearing up behind his mask* Best. Decision. Ever.

[batfam-belfry]

Idk why, but Bruce, a character that we know well and have seen a million and one pictures of, being portrayed as a shadow sitting in a dark room like the bad guy from Inspector Gadget is just so in character

[smutinlove]

comic Dick Grayson taking the reader to the Wayne gala as their date when they realize that multiple men are eyeing her, and dick gets all jealous and overprotective and one way or another, he’s kissing down her neck and making out with her in a hallway, and dick keeps his eyes slightly open just to see how some men are watching them make out so he just smirks into the kiss and leads the reader into Bruce’s office where he forces her to stay quiet (AM I INSANE FOR REQUESTING THIS??😭)

No, sweetheart, you are perfectly sane. I love you <3

—Warnings: 18+ content. Fingering, pet names (princess, love, etc.,)

Everyone knows the Wayne Galas are always extravagant, meaning—no matter your gender, you need to dress your best. I mean, it's Bruce Wayne, right? And sometimes it's more fun to attend a gala with a... friend—or better yet, a date.

That date being Dick Grayson, whose arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, he dragged you around with him all night. Why? He knew the looks those "men" were giving you.

I mean, you were gorgeous, that was a fact. (Look it up)

And, well, those men wanted you. They wanted to be the ones holding you and making you laugh. But all they could do was watch, and watching isn't entertaining.

Now, you found yourself standing near a corner while Dick had left to get some lemonade. "Are you alright, miss?" You heard a voice pang from behind you.

You turned around and saw a man dressed in a tuxedo. He adjusted his tie and inched closer to you. "You seem... tired. Would you like to leave? I assure you—my mansion is up to its name."

You held in an obnoxious laugh. "I don't think my boyfriend would like that."

The man chuckled, "Well, your boyfriend isn't here, love. And he doesn't need to know either." He cupped your cheek, making you roll your eyes.

"Don't worry, doll, later, you'll be rolling your eyes for a different reason." You smirked, knowing that Dick was watching your interaction with this man.

Bless the souls of those who dare to even look at Dick Grayson's girl.

"Really now?" He nodded. "What do you say... we get 'outta here?"

"Hands off," you heard from behind you. You grinned. "Sorry, buddy. She's taken." His eyes bore into the man. Dick's hand snacked up to your waist, pulling you close to him.

The man's eyes widened, "Right, of course," he quickly ran off, his face red from embarrassment.

"Trying to rile me up, aren't ya? Silly girl," he whispered into your ear.

You grinned. "Maybe I was trying to make you just a bit mad,"

Next thing you knew, you and Dick were in the hallway, his hands tracing the fabric of your dress. He left small trails of kisses down your neck, making you gasp.

He lifted your chin, his eyes looking deeply into your soul. Dick closed the gap between you, causing fireworks to explode. You wrapped your arms around his neck and closed your eyes.

Little did you know that Dick's eyes weren't. The door to the area of the gala was slightly open. And those men that were eyeing you earlier could only watch and get off with Dick making out with you.

Slowly, you were being dragged somewhere. An office...

Bruce Wayne's office. This wasn't right. Definitely not.

He closed the door behind him.

"Dick, what're we doing here?" you asked. "My dear, we needed a bit of privacy," Dick said, his hands trailing up to your thighs, gently squeezing them.

As you were about to utter another word, he clamped his hand on your mouth and whispered, "Don't, love. We don't want anyone to hear us, right?" You nodded, falling right into his trap. (wtf)

His hands went back to your thighs, moving further up, causing you to let out a small moan. "Keep quiet, baby, don't wanna get caught now do we? I mean, we are in Bruce's office." Dick chuckled.

You whined. It was unfair of Dick. You wanted each other badly and now he was asking you to be quiet.

He pushed your panties to the side and began to gently twist and pinch your clit.

Fuck," you groaned, his hand still clamped onto your mouth. "That's not very lady-like, princess," he taunted, pushing his fingers inside you.

Dick curled his fingers, hitting that spot which made you squirm.

"I know, sweetheart. So fucking wet," Dick's mouth latched onto your nipple. His free hand went up and unclipped the front part of your dress, letting your breast free.

He continued to push his fingers deeper inside you. Your moans and pants were muffled by his hand. "You're close, aren't ya? I can feel you, baby. Squeezing my fingers."

"Keep quiet, love. Don't want anyone finding out that my fingers are deep inside you now do we? Now that'd be a scandal." he teased.

Your body was shaking from pleasure. "Come on, princess. Let go for me."

And you did. Your legs were shaking, and you were seeing stars. Dick's eyes lit up with joy as he watched his girl ride out her orgasm.

"That's it, sweet girl," he cooed. He slipped his fingers out and into his mouth, sucking your cum off. "Delicious," he purred, making your core tighten.

"On the desk," Dick demanded, pointing his finger towards Bruce's desk.

You obliged and sat on the desk. You were a sight to see. He lifted your chin, "God, you're so fucking perfect. You're my girl, all mine." Dick whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

And now suddenly you knew why he wasn't given a nickname such as "rich," "rick," or any other basic white-boy nickname.

He was Dick Grayson.

And it's safe to say that he ISN'T done with you.

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giggling while writing this omg omg

dick is so hot. ugh, he's just so perfect. like omg those abs... and that ASS. im about to start calling him "daddy dick". sorry.

[gothamite-rambler]

Dick Grayson going through eldest child syndrome.

Dick Grayson: C'mon, take one for the team!

Jason Todd lay on the floor, bruised and exhausted.

Jason: No, I don’t want to. Let the team fail.

Dick: All right then.

Dick grabbed Jason’s leg and dragged him out of the room.

Jason: No, no, no! Let me rest! No!

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Dick: All right, let’s do this. Let’s take down Quilt Man!

Dick left as Bruce remained seated, silently hoping his son wouldn’t take him along. Dick walked back into the room and grabbed Bruce's arm, forcibly pulling him out of the chair.

Dick: Come on, I’m not doing this alone.

Bruce: I hate the Quilt Man! He’s your nemesis.

Dick: Shut up, and let’s go.

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Barbara: I’m not going to sit through the Star Wars prequels, and there’s nothing you can do to make me. I can stop my chair from being rolled. So try me.

Dick blinked for a few seconds, then nodded. He proceeded to lift Barbara and her wheelchair with ease.

Barbara (remembering how strong her friend is): God damn it.

Dick: You will see the good in these movies.

Barbara: When pigs fly!

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Damian kicked his legs as Dick carried him into the doctor's office.

Damian: I don't want to get the booster shot! I don't want it!

Dick: I don’t care. Bruce is paying me to bring you here. Behave, or I won't take you out to eat.

Damian stopped kicking and screaming, crossing his arms in anger as Dick sat him in his chair.

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Dick: Tim?

Tim buried his head in his pillow.

Tim: Nope. Nope. Eat a cactus.

Dick (calm): Tim, you're going on this run.

Tim: You may be my hero, but not in the morning! I'm not running in a marathon with you. It's not happening.

Tim attempted to sleep, but Dick grabbed his leg and dragged him out of bed. Tim groaned as he was pulled out of his room but didn’t put up a fight.

[teju-v]

NIGHTWING STUDY

I love this man so much it’s not funny

Really wanted to draw him after posting the starfire portrait and since I failed to replicate that style well

I can’t render for life

[logicaldelta]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Barry Allen Additional Tags: Dick Grayson Meets the Justice League, (Some of them) - Freeform, Dick Grayson is Robin, Bruce Wayne is Good With Kids, Somewhat, Wrote this for fun, in the depths of sleep deprivation, while a friend cheered me on, From the Sidelines, Hope you enjoy Summary:

Young Dick Grayson has had three rules drilled into his head by his father, Bruce Wayne. 1. Don't talk to strangers 2. Don't trust metas 3. If you get lost and can't find B, call Alfred

When he's brought along to a meeting that Batman has in Central City, he's alarmed to hear the Flash claim that he's friends with Batman.

B doesn't have any friends, after all.

(Entire fic under Keep Reading for those that don’t like using ao3 or going off tumblr for fics ^^)

The past week had been a bit rough for Dick. He'd gotten injured - mildly, he'd insisted. A goon landed a hit to his arm, but it was just a bruise - during his patrol on Saturday night two weeks ago and Bruce hadn't let him go out at night since. Which made no sense! He'd gotten hurt worse before and every time Bruce would panic and practically ground him, and it never got any less annoying.

He knew he'd been moping around the entire time, which was why he was so quick to get ready when Bruce told him to suit up.

It wasn't a regular patrol night for him - B tried his best to keep him home on school nights - and he couldn't help but be a little confused as he did what he was told.

His confusion, mixed with a bit of excitement, only grew as he was led to one of the zeta tubes. He was forbidden from using them and wasn't really meant to go near them at all without B around (not that he followed that rule).

"Where are we going?" He asked, flipping to walk on his hands for a while and staring up at his mentor, Batman outfit now covering his form. It amazed him how different B looked with the suit on, though he liked to think he'd gotten used to some of the Bats restricted mannerisms by now. He could tell what most of the grunts and huffs meant, and it was always fun when he made B smile during patrol because 'Batman can't be laughing at your antics, Robin'.

"Central City." The response was short, yet it made Robin spring back onto his feet.

"Woah. We're leaving Gotham?" Batman had never allowed him to leave the borders of the city during any patrols, and it seemed strange that he was willingly taking him outside the city limits. To a city that Dick knew The Flash operated in.

He wasn't meant to go near any metas, even if they occasionally worked with B. Their powers weren't fully known to Batman yet - they'd begun reluctantly working together just a few months ago - and even though Robin had been allowed to read the files they had on each of them they weren't the most detailed just yet. He remembered seeing a weaknesses section for each of them, most of which were yet to be filled in.

So, they weren't deemed safe for Robin to be around yet. Especially alone.

B just gave a slight nod of affirmation, disclosing no further information.

Which made things more surprising. They were going to the city that The Flash protected, and for some reason Batman thought it was necessary for him to go too.

Batman punched a few things into the keypad inside the zeta tube, and with a dizzying rush that caused Robin to squeeze his eyes shut they were transported to Central City.

Transportation felt weird and Robin kind of wanted to be sick, but Batman was resting a hand on his shoulder and crouching in front of him and it helped him feel a bit better.

"Remember what I taught you."

"Don't talk to strangers, don't go near any metas, stick close to you and if I get lost and my comms don't work, call Agent A." He rattled off the list confidently, having been made to memorise the first and last rule before he'd been allowed on patrol. The no metas rule was added somewhat more recently. They didn't deal with many of them in Gotham.

But this wasn't Gotham, and Robin didn't know the streets, and he stuck close to Batman's side because he didn't want to lose track of him, even if he was in awe of the city around him. It was much brighter than Gotham, and travelling to a spot halfway across the country made it so that the sun was still out here. It had just set back in Gotham, but time zone differences meant it was just beginning to set in Central.

"Whoa," he muttered, grasping a handful of Batman's cape. It was a nervous habit, he knew, but it made him feel better.

They came to a stop in a field not too far from the zeta tube and Batman turned to face him once more.

"I have to meet someone. I don't want them seeing you just yet. Go hide over there." He gestured to a nearby corner that was obscured from view enough to hide him, but not if he'd been an adult.

He frowned at that. Why had he been brought all the way there if he wasn't allowed to meet whoever B was here for?

But he didn't argue. Not when he saw the frown on B's face. Whoever he was meeting wasn't trusted yet, not with Robin, whether it be The Flash or someone else.

He nodded and went to hide. "In position, B," he whispered into his comm unit, slightly surprised that the channel had been left open. Maybe B wanted him there as a witness or backup, in case things went south? Or maybe he'd needed another pair of eyes or hands for whatever he's up to?

Robin had gotten so lost in his thoughts that he didn't feel the burst of wind or see the red blur until it came to a stop in front of him.

He jumped, moving back to put distance between himself and the newcomer.

The man wore a red suit, and he had his head tilted as he stared down at Robin. He looked confused, and his eyes scanned the area around them.

"What're you doing here, kid? Where are your parents?" His voice was gentle as he crouched down to be at eye-level with Robin.

Robin, for his part, knew better than to give a proper answer to that.

"Around. What are you doing here, Flash? Are you here to help people?" He pulled a smile onto his face, the same one he did when performing, and added a curious lilt to his tone. He saw the Flash soften, and knew something was working on him.

"Yeah, I'm helping people. Here to meet a friend about something, actually. But if you need me to take you to your parents first, I'm happy to do so. I'm sure the big guy wouldn't mind waiting." He offered a hand to Robin, though the younger vigilante didn't take it, shooting a wary glance at it.

It clicked into place in his brain that this man was here to meet B. Which made sense, sort of. But he didn't want to leave his cover when B had told him to stay there.

He shook his head. "I'm here on official business. From Gotham." He didn't want to say much else, just wanted to man to leave him alone.

Flash's eyes widened. "You're here with the Bat?" When Robin nodded, he continued. "Well, I'm a friend of his. You can trust me."

"He doesn't have any friends," came Robin's immediate response. He couldn't keep the suspicion out of his tone there if he tried. B didn't have friends, especially not metas, and it was suspicious that this man tried to claim that.

'I'm a friend of your dad,' was, after all, a phrase that B had taught him to never trust.

Flash's face scrunched up and before Robin could react he'd planted a hand on his shoulder. Robin froze, muscles locking into place at the unexpected touch. "You sure you're okay, kid?"

The hand hadn't moved. He didn't think he could take out this adult on his own, not without a lot of trouble and probably some injuries. So, he did the best thing he could think to do.

He pulled out a small taser that B had given him, for emergencies, jabbed it into The Flash's hand, using the moment where he reacted to spring away, running out from his cover and towards Batman. "B! There's a strange man trying to grab me!"

B, who had been in the middle of talking to someone, reacted immediately to the call. He ran the rest of the way to Robin and allowed the young boy to clamber onto his shoulders and wrap his arms and legs around him to stay up there. They both watched as the Flash appeared, Robin taking note of the red blur this time, a deep frown on his face.

"That little monster tased me!" He cried, pointing up at Robin where he sat. Robin stuck his tongue out at him, but B held up a hand and whispered for him to behave.

"Why were you attempting to grab a random child?" B's tone was low, the same gravelly tone that he always used when Batman seeming deeper somehow.

"I wasn't doing anything weird! You're making me sound like a creep. I thought he was lost!"

"And he was defending himself from a stranger that seemed overly familiar with him," B argued in his defence, shutting down any further complaints from the meta. He tilted his head to whisper a quick "good job" to Robin.

Robin beamed, happy to have his mentor's praise, even if it was small at the moment.

"Why the hell did you bring a kid here anyway? And whose kid did you steal for this?" The Flash seemed like the kind of person that didn't know when to shut up.

B didn't grace him with a proper response, instead just grunting and turning back to the other man that Robin hadn't got a proper look at before and-

His little hands slapped down on B's shoulders repeatedly and he whistled a few times in rapid succession. A sound B was growing familiar with.

Robin was excited. Because his favourite superhero was standing on the grass in front of them, a surprised look on his face as his eyes flicked between the two of them repeatedly.

"B, B, look, it's Superman! This is so cool. Can I go say hi?" He tried to whisper, he really did, but Superman had superhearing and he was certain that he'd heard it, with how the corners of his lips ticked upwards.

B sighed, muttering back at him. "I said no metas."

"But B, please?" Superman had always been his favourite hero. He'd heard stories of him a lot, and the vibrant colours of his outfit looked fun and nice and nothing at all like the dark greys and black that B insisted on wearing all the time.

He wasn't given time to respond, because Superman had already moved closer to them and Robin was vibrating with excitement and The Flash was looking on with narrowed eyes and a gaping mouth.

"Hello," Superman said, smiling at him. He'd begun hovering so they could be at eye level. "Who might you be?"

Robin's eyes lit up and Batman had to adjust his stance as the kid sprung up to stand on his shoulders fully, his arms moving around in big gestures as he speaks. "I'm Robin! And I didn't think you'd be here, this so so cool and I am so glad you're here, even though B says I'm not supposed to talk to you - Superman is okay, yeah, B? – but I'm getting to meet you!"

B sighed, patting his thigh gently. "Robin. Calm down."

"I can't be calm, B! This is the coolest day of my life!"

Superman laughed - Robin had made superman laugh - and when he began speaking Robin snapped his mouth shut to listen properly.

"You seem like a very energetic kid, Robin. What are you up to today?" His voice was soft but he sounded interested in him and Robin felt like he was going to explode.

"I don't know, actually! B doesn't normally take me out of Gotham for anything, and he didn't explain much but I'm meant to be in bed in an hour so I hope we'll be here for longer than that."

He looked down at his mentor as he spoke, hoping he wasn't upsetting him by talking too much. Batman never smiled, but Robin could see a hint of one on his face, could feel the relaxed stance beneath him, and knew he was okay.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, but I think you should still abide by your bedtime. Sleeping right is important for a boy your age."

He normally got annoyed when people tried to tell him what he should do. But this was Superman, and he just nodded his head. "I know."

"What the hell? I get tased and Supes over here gets a normal excited kid? What did I do wrong?" The Flash complained as he watched the interaction.

Robin side-eyed him, a frown briefly crossing his face. "You're weird."

"What the f-" He was cut off by Batman, who also directed a glare at him.

"Language."

Robin stuck his tongue out at The Flash again, bouncing up and down still as Superman watched him. It was a split second mistake that caused him to fall, the slightest misplacement as his foot came down awkwardly on B's shoulder.

But he knew how to use it to his advantage, and he twisted into a back flip, landing with his palms on the ground and using the momentum to spring back up and land on his feet. B hadn't reacted much to the fall except to watch his landing, but Superman and The Flash had both moved towards him only to stop when B held up a hand to them.

It made him feel good. To know that B trusted his abilities enough to not panic, and to stop two strangers - because as much as he loved Superman the meta was still a stranger and Robin didn't want to touch him, let alone be grabbed by him - from trying to catch him.

Robin let out a small "ta-da," as both the other heroes stared at him, eyes wide. He giggled, returning to Batman's side and as much as he tried to fight it he couldn't stop the yawn that tore from his throat, the excitement having taken his energy out of him.

He felt B's hand land on his shoulder and give it a small squeeze. "You okay, Robin?"

"Mh-hm," he muttered, pulling part of B's cape around his shoulders. "When are we going back to Gotham?"

"Soon. We're almost done talking."

Robin grumbled a bit at that, leaning against the older man's leg and burying his face against it. He normally slept longer in the mornings when he knew he'd have patrol in the evening, but since he hadn't been expecting this trip he'd woken up at dawn to have tea with Agent A before the man left to complete some after-breakfast errands.

Thinking of it like that, he figured maybe that was why B had brought him along. Agent A was taking longer than usual, and B knew that Robin hated being at home alone.

He was old enough to be left unsupervised. He could use the microwave and make toast without breaking anything. But the manor was large, and it felt so empty when it was just him there.

Plus, the last time they left him alone they'd panicked because he was 'missing', only to find that he'd fallen asleep on top of a chandelier.

He could hear traces of the conversation outside the cape. It seemed like Batman was discussing the construction of a base of operations for the group of heroes to work from. Robin knew about that project, he'd read about it on the computer in the Batcave.

Granted, he wasn't supposed to have done that. But he was bored last weekend, and B wasn't there to stop him.

The conversation began drawing to a close, some dates vaguely listed as a possible time of completion for the base. B had enough money to make it so that it'd be done by next month. He told the others that a donor had supplied those funds.

Robin smiled at that. He liked knowing more about Batman that anyone else - besides Agent A himself.

"So, going to explain the kid?" The Flash asked, almost like he had a death wish. B tensed, and Robin didn't like that. He wasn't sure if he liked the man, purely because he was overly comfortable with random kids and he was bothering his mentor.

"No." Batman's response left no room for further probing, and as much as both of them wanted answers they didn't want to push him and have him call off their partnership.

Robin yawned again, tugging on the cape. "We going back now?"

He was careful to not use the word home around the others. B didn't seem to want them knowing their exact relationship, and Robin didn't want to give it away either.

"Sure, chum. Let's get you to bed before your guardians kill me."

Robin cracked another smile. Guardians referred to Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth. In this case, Alfred would likely be fretting about Dick's absense. His bedtime was soon, and Alfred was more strict about it than Bruce himself.

He climbed back onto Batman's shoulders, getting a final look at the other two men as B nodded his farewell.

The Flash looked as confused as ever. Robin didn't think he was very smart, at least not when it came to Batman. B was the smartest person Robin knew (he may have been biased towards him).

Superman looked a little concerned, though Robin didn't know why that'd be. He raised his hand to wave goodbye, and Superman returned the gesture. The Flash did too, but he ignored that one.

They were heading back to the zeta tubes, and Robin rested his head on B's shoulder, yawning again.

"You did good, Robin. You can add to their files later, if you'd like."

He grinned, pressing his face further against his mentor. "Thanks, B."

He wasn't sure if it was his exhaustion or the rush of the zeta tubes that won over, but he was asleep by the time they arrived back at the cave.

The last thing he heard was his dad chuckling beneath him.

[pinklotushere]

Five times someone was flustered by nightwing, and the one time it was by dick grayson

That is not to say dick doesn't charm people,he absolutely does, I just think nightwing is very different from dick if you know what I mean, he's got a certain charm that makes me want to rip my heart out and offer it to him

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The café was dimly lit, its neon “Open Late” sign buzzing softly in the quiet Blüdhaven night. A handful of customers sipped their drinks in peace until the door slammed open, and a masked mugger stormed in, waving a gun.

“Everyone down! Empty the register!” he barked, his voice jittery.

The young barista froze, fumbling with the cash drawer as the customers cowered behind tables. Her hands shook so badly that coins clattered to the floor.

“Move faster!” the mugger yelled, slamming his hand on the counter.

“Maybe try saying ‘please,’” a voice quipped from above.

The mugger spun around just in time to see Nightwing drop from the rafters, landing with feline grace.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“its a cafe,” he said, twirling his escrima sticks. “And you’re ruining coffee night, pal.”

The mugger lunged, but Nightwing dodged easily, knocking the gun out of his hand with a sharp crack. A quick sweep of the leg sent the man sprawling, and within seconds, he was zip-tied to a chair.

The barista stared, wide-eyed, as Nightwing approached her. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” she stammered, brushing a curl from her face. “Thanks, Hot—uh, Nightwing. Sorry, I didn’t mean—"

“Hotwing, huh?” He raised an eyebrow, fighting back a grin. “That’s a new one.”

Her face turned scarlet. “Oh my god, I didn’t mean to say that out loud!”

“Relax,” he said, chuckling as he adjusted his escrima stick on his back and took a peek at her nametag. “Emily, right? You’re good under pressure. Just maybe work on the nicknames.”

She managed a laugh as he turned toward the door. “Thanks again!”

“Anytime,” he called back, disappearing into the night.

2

The apartment building glowed orange against the midnight sky, flames devouring the upper floors. Sirens blared as firefighters scrambled to douse the inferno, but a group was trapped on the fifth floor, coughing and struggling to find an escape.

“Hang tight!” a voice called through the smoke.

The firefighters looked up to see Nightwing emerging from a shattered window, his silhouette framed by the flickering firelight.

“Everyone still breathing?” he asked, scanning the room.

“Yeah, but we’re trapped!” one of the firefighters said. “Ceiling came down behind us!”

“Not a problem.” Nightwing fired his grappling hook, securing it to a stable beam. “Let’s get you out of here.”

As he helped the first firefighter across the rope line, the man stammered, “Holy crap, you’re really Nightwing! I—uh—I’m a huge fan!”

“Appreciate it,” Nightwing said, steadying him. “Now focus on not looking down, okay?”

Once they were all safely outside, the fanboy firefighter turned to his team, still buzzing with excitement.

“Did you see him? He’s even cooler in person!”

The others burst into laughter, and Nightwing, perched on a nearby ledge, called down, “You’re making me blush.” He gave a two-fingered salute before disappearing into the shadows.

3

The moonlight filtered through the trees of Blüdhaven Park, casting long, eerie shadows. Nightwing had just subdued a thief when he noticed someone sitting on a bench nearby, illuminated by the soft glow of a portable lamp.

The young woman was sketching furiously, glancing up at him every few seconds. When she realized he’d spotted her, she froze, her pencil hovering mid-air.

“Nice night for art,” Nightwing said, strolling over.

“Uh… yeah,” she stammered, clutching her sketchpad like a shield.

“What are you working on?”

She hesitated, then flipped the pad around to show him. The drawing captured him mid-leap, his escrima sticks glowing, his movements frozen in perfect, exaggerated detail.

“Wow,” he said, genuinely impressed. “That’s incredible.”

“You think so?” she asked, her cheeks reddening. “I thought I might’ve overdone it…”

He tilted his head, studying the sketch. “Maybe a bit on the muscles, but hey, I’m not complaining.”

She laughed nervously. “Artistic choice?”

“Exactly.” He smiled. “You’ve got talent. Keep at it."

“Thanks,” she said softly.

As he turned to leave, she called out, “Wait! Can I give this to you?”

“Sure,” he said, accepting the sketch. “But only if you sign it. Gotta keep it authentic.”

Her face lit up as she scribbled her name at the bottom. He gave her a wink before vanishing into the night.

4

The clinic was quiet, its fluorescent lights flickering against the darkened windows. Nightwing leaned against the counter, holding a hand over the shallow cut on his arm.

“Can I help—oh!” the nurse gasped, nearly dropping her clipboard when she saw him.

“Sorry,” he said with a sheepish grin. “Didn’t mean to scare you.

“You’re Nightwing!” she blurted, then immediately cringed. “I mean, obviously you’re Nightwing. Sorry! Uh, what do you need?”

“Just a quick patch-up,” he said, lifting his arm. “Nothing too serious.”

She nodded, her hands trembling as she grabbed the supplies. “Sit here, please.”

He perched on the exam table, watching as she cleaned the wound. Her hands steady as she worked.

“You sure I’m not making you nervous?” he teased.

“What? No!” she said quickly, then winced. “Okay, maybe a little. It’s not every night you stitch up a superhero.”

“Fair point,” he said with a grin.

As she tightened the last stitch, he winced.

“Oh no! Did I hurt you?” she asked, looking horrified.

“Not at all,” he said quickly. “You’re doing great.”

She finished and handed him a lollipop from a nearby jar. “For being brave.”

He laughed, tucking it into his belt. “Thanks, doc. I'll eat it with pride.”

5

The night sky over Blüdhaven was clear for once, the stars twinkling above a rooftop wedding. Strings of fairy lights bathed the intimate gathering in a soft glow, and the bride and groom had just started their first dance when chaos erupted.

Three armed men burst onto the rooftop, shouting orders.

“Hands in the air! Phones and wallets, now!” one of them barked, his gun waving wildly.

Guests gasped, clutching each other in fear. The bride clung to her groom, her veil fluttering in the breeze as she whispered, “What do we do?”

Before anyone could answer, a grappling hook hissed through the air.

“Sorry to crash your party,” Nightwing said as he swung in, landing right between the thugs and the wedding party. “But I’m not a fan of uninvited guests.”

The first thug lunged, but Nightwing dodged with ease, disarming him in a heartbeat. The second went for his gun, only to get an escrima stick to the wrist. By the time the third thug turned to run, Nightwing had already tripped him with a spin-kick.

The bride and groom stared, wide-eyed, as Nightwing zip-tied the men and turned back to the guests.

“Everyone okay?” he asked, brushing off his gloves.

The bride stepped forward, her dress shimmering in the light, face slightly flushed “We are, thanks to you. You saved our wedding!”

“Glad I could help,” Nightwing said, his grin warm. He glanced at the decorations. “Nice setup, by the way. Love the string lights.”

“Stay for cake?” the groom asked, half-joking, his face suspiciously warm.

Nightwing chuckled. “Tempting, but I’m on the clock. Congrats, though!”

As he turned to leave, the bride called after him, “Wait! At least let us take a photo! You’re part of our night now."

He hesitated, then gave a small nod. “Alright, but just one.”

The guests quickly gathered, and someone snapped the shot: the bride and groom in the centre, with Nightwing standing behind them, his arms crossed, and a playful smirk on his face.

“Thanks again,” the bride said as Nightwing stepped back.

“Anytime,” he replied, disappearing into the shadows.

+1

The mall was bustling with weekend shoppers, the hum of conversation, and the jingling of a carousel filling the air. Dick was taking a rare day off, dressed casually in jeans and a leather jacket, sipping a coffee as he strolled through the crowd.

A small voice caught his attention.

“mama? Mama?”

Dick turned to see a little girl standing near a fountain, clutching a stuffed bunny to her chest, her wide eyes brimming with tears. She couldn’t have been older than five.

“Hey there,” he said gently, crouching to her level. “You lost?”

She nodded, sniffling. “I can’t find my mommy.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll find her,” Dick said with a reassuring smile. “What’s your name?”

“Lila,” she whispered.

“Hi, Lila. I’m Dick.” He held out his hand, and she took it hesitantly. “Now, let’s go find your mom. Do you remember what she was wearing?”

“A pink sweater,” Lila said, clutching his hand tightly as they weaved through the crowd.

It didn’t take long before Dick spotted a frantic-looking woman near the food court, scanning the area with wide eyes.

“Lila!” the woman called, relief flooding her face as she spotted them. She rushed over, dropping to her knees to hug her daughter tightly. “Oh my goodness, I was so worried!”

“Mama!” Lila cried, wrapping her arms around her mother.

The woman looked up at Dick, her cheeks flushed. “Thank you so much! I don’t know what I would’ve done if—” She cut of, suddenly realizing who he was.

“You’re… Dick Grayson?” she asked, her eyes widening.

Dick laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “That’s me. I’m just glad I could help.”

The woman’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. “I… uh… Wow, okay. Thank you. Really. You’re—uh—taller in person.”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin turning slightly playful. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She laughed nervously, still flustered. “I didn’t mean to—sorry! I’m a little overwhelmed."

“No need to apologize,” he said warmly. “I’m just glad Lila’s safe.”

“Thank you again,” she said, glancing between him and her daughter. “You’re a real hero.”

Dick gave a small wave to Lila, who beamed up at him. “You’re welcome. Stay close to your mom, okay?”

“I will!” Lila said, hugging her bunny tightly.

As Dick walked away, the woman muttered under her breath, “Of course he’s ridiculously nice, too.” She shook her head, still blushing, as she scooped up her daughter and headed home.

[cebawoohoo]

Family Game Night at The Waynes

Dick: Okay everyone, what’s should we play for family game night?

Jason: Uno?

Dick: That ended in Damian nearly dicing up Tim.

Duke: Monopoly?

Dick: That ended in us breaking the Penguin out of Arkham to ask about the legality of parts of the game.

Tim: Spot-it?

Dick: That ended with Duke having a broken hand because we all slapped the deck too hard.

Damian: War?

Dick: Too long and we don’t need anymore plans on taking over the world.

Cass: Charades?

Dick: That ended in at least five pieces of furniture and decorations broken.

Steph: Jenga?

Dick: Jason and I both sprained an ankle for trying to climb on furniture to reach the top.

Bruce: Poker?

Dick: Shut up, old man, you don’t get a say.

Bruce: :(

Babs: How about Candy Land?

Dick: You know what? Sure. What could possibly go wrong?

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Sorta a continuation of this post.

I’ve been thinking more about reverse robins AU with Duke as the Dick/Nightwing parallel, and I have some ideas.

So like, Duke came first. He was the light to Batman’s darkness. I don’t know if he would start off with Signal or another mantle and become Signal later on, but he definitely had the bright colors from the start. Batman might be the Dark Knight but Duke was Gotham’s (K)night Light. Batman fought what hid in the shadows but Signal chased the shadows away, provided a guiding light home. He was the Sunshine when the never ending grey clouds got too thick. He was Gothams hope and inspiration for a brighter future.

But don’t forget he was also a menace. I don’t think it would go down exactly like it did in the comics, it was the early years for Batman-and for the villains as well. After Duke’s parents were gone (maybe by Joker still turning them mad with Joker gas in Joker earliest year, maybe year one for him or something else) he started planning. He started working harder in school, focusing on the sciences to one day make a cure but also would go out looking for his parents, like in canon. He would stumble into things way bigger, overhearing plots from villains and mafias and decided to become an inconvenience for them. Letting the airs out of tires when no one was watching, a fire alarm pulled right before an attack, door stoppers on the outside of each door to a warehouse trapping the villains who where planning inside. A sudden strong of bad luck befalling the main terrors of Gotham. It didn’t go unnoticed, especially by Batman. Duke kept his streak of being unseen until one night he crossed paths with the Bat.

Bruce for his part would have know about the little boy who lost his parents in the attack, and it would have also brought up some memories for him as well. He would have kept a small track of him, but noticed he was in foster care so didn’t do much until one day he came across the reason behind all the karma the villain have be having. Looking into the boys eyes and seeing the same fire that he had, blazing more fierce as Duke explains how he will find his parents and save them, and if he could prevent more bad things along the way he will. Something pinging in Bruce’s soul, this kid lost his parents like he did but not fully, and he still had hope among the need for justice, something that had faded so long ago for himself. He took Duke back that day, promising that he will find Duke’s parents, and kept a closer eye on him after the fact.

Duke noticed that after that day it became like clockwork, he would sneak out, search Gotham, cause a little chaos, get caught by the Bat and brought back to his current foster home. Bruce did some digging, looked for Dukes parents but also found out that Leslie Thompkins was the person in charge of Duke’s case. After a few weeks of the new schedule he met up with Dr. Thompkins. They talked about how Duke has been bounced around from home to home and sneaking out to find his parents almost every night. After a long conversation, and not as much convincing as one would expect, Duke found himself being driven to his next foster home, Wayne Manor.

Okay I’m going to leave this here for now. I ended up writing so much more than I though I would lmao. I have more ideas and will probably continue this soon.