#discowing suit hate(?)

[theredcuyo]

Guys see my vision here

None of the kids have actually finished college, much less law school, but because we're talking about the bats here, they know their fair share (Thank Uncle Harvey for that)

Specially Tim, because his parents will be searching for loop holes for totally legal things and they'd aknowledge his existence if he happened to point some out

Now, when any of his sibblings need someone to be on their side for whatever reason, they yell "I want my lawyer!"

And Tim magically appears behind them "What are You accusing my client of"

And maybe it's just Jason, arguing on which of the movie versions of little Women is superior "Wheres My lawyer when i need him?"

Or Damian trying to get another pet "My lawyer Will get in contact with you"

Even Bruce does it, whenever his kids get into a petty argument with him, like "For the last time, the batplane is not to go buy Gelato, use the normal private plane for that"

"Use the batplane to get Gelato and pizza, got it"

After a tired dad sightm "Talk to my lawyer and we'll settle this"

Dick tries to use this power too, but even Tim won't defend the discowing suit

No one on the multiverse could defend that

[batfam-stuff-posts-0]

Why do they still have the discowing costume in WFA??? You're telling me Jason never decided to hunt that thing down and burn it to a crisp?

[justawriterofstuff]

You lost the bet, Todd

(MDNI; this is late for Halloween as I got shit-faced yesterday and passed out. I was a butterfly by the way. Anyways, please enjoy, AND DON'T FORGET TO REBLOG FOR SUPPORT. I'VE BLOCKED OVER FIFTY BLOGS THAT HAVE ONLY SPAMMED LIKED MY STORIES.)

"You know the rules Todd; a bet is a bet." you called out to him while he was in the restroom, clad in your cute bunny outfit.

It's Halloween night, almost nearing close to midnight, and you're laying in the middle of your bed, waiting for your sexy-ass boyfriend Jason Todd to stop hiding out in the shower so he can fulfill the loser part of the bet.

It'd been simple really; the bet had been to whoever could convince Damian to wear Dick's Discowing suit for trick-or-treating.

Jason had bribed, pleaded, and demanded for Damian to do it which didn't work at all.

All you had to do was tell Damian that if he wore that suit, Grayson would be very happy.

And it had worked.

Grayson had smiled the entire time he took Damian trick-or-treating.

Jason had been livid, mostly because he hated to lose, but had bowed before you the way a knight does to their king.

"What are your demands, my lady?" he had asked.

Fast forward to now, and here you were bouncing on the bed, impatiently waiting for Jason to step out of the bathroom.

As if reading your mind, the door opened, and Jason stepped out, a towel wrapped around his hips as he had been showering.

His broad shoulders and chest gleamed with how clean he was, the scars on his body mapping his form out.

But that wasn't where your gaze was going.

Your gaze went up to the helmet that he wore.

It was the Arkham Knight helmet, the metal of it shining softly. The helmet made Jason look so menacing, and it was kind of intimidating.

"What's wrong sweetheart? You looked scared." He said, his voice modulator making him sound distorted and deep.

That was fucking hot.

Your thighs pressed against each other as you saw him take a step closer to you, your heart beat going fast. A faint blush began to spread across your face as Jason traced your face.

"Aw, what's the matter? You scared? Shy?" he teased, the voice modulator doing things to your body.

You shook your head, trying to look away, but Jason's hand shot out and grabbed your jaw in a tight grip, forcing you to look at him.

"Look at me, Y/N. Look at me while I fuck your sweet sweet pussy." he said, your eyes widening.

Holy fu-

He has you on your back, tearing the bottom of your costume, his fingers diving into your slick cunt.

A noise that you've never made before comes out of your mouth as Jason relentlessly fingers your pussy. Your walls tighten around his finger, and he adds another one, his free hand pulling down the bodice of your costume leaving your chest bare.

His calloused fingers rub and pinch at your breasts, making them red with the force of his fingers.

And the bastard was still fucking the life out of your pussy with his fingers, his reach going far deeper to press against the inner sponge of your core.

At this point, you're trying to scramble away from him. He's made you have three small orgasms, and he hasn't even started fucking you just yet.

"Don't fucking run away from me, ma," he said, his modulator making him sound eviler. "I haven't had the chance to take care of my own problem."

At that moment, he dropped his towel, his cock springing up in it's nine inches of full glory. Girthy, and already covered in pre-cum, the heartbeat between your legs went faster.

"That's my beautiful slut." Jason praised, parting your thighs as he pressed a button for the helmet to open.

The helmet's mouthpiece comes off, and he devours your pussy, making your thighs lock around his head.

This encourages Jason to delve deeper, his tongue lapping against your folds, sucking on your swollen clit.

"Too...much...toomuch...toomu-" you don't even get the chance to finish your sentence, your orgasm ripping through you as your body arches off the bed, legs shaking.

Jason licks you clean, easily breaking your hold on his head with your thighs. He grins, pushing the button to make the helmet close as he climbs up over you, his hips parting your legs.

"W... wait, just a little breather..." you stutter out, but Jason's attention diverts to your breasts as he rubs you down.

"No rest, ma." he says, his voice modulator making goosebumps run up and down your body.

And his dick spears into your aching cunt, making you almost see stars as you try to hold on to something solid.

His arms press on your shoulders as he stills for a bit, muttering something in Spanish.

"Jesus, ma, you're clenching me so fucking tight." he says, sounding breathless.

And his thrusts are slow and deep, pushing your whole body up into the mattress, your hands on his muscled back, digging into his skin, and making him groan.

God, that voice modulator was going to be the death of you.

Your walls clamp down on his base, trying to milk his girthy cock, Jason bracing himself as he willed himself not to cum. It was a silent battle of wills, but he wanted to have more fun with you, flipping you on your stomach as his hands smacked and groped your ass.

"Feels like heaven, ma. Yet you're a damn sinner, being such a slut for my cock." he says, and you're too blissed out to even warrant a comeback.

Then he plunges back into you, one hand holding on to the side of your hip, the other braced on the headboard as he goes back to thrusting into you in his deep, and torturous movements.

You're crying at this point, the moans escaping from your mouth loud, and very explicit, being thankful that you and Jason decided to move into a house together.

And Jason grunts as he finally cums, your own orgasm following suit, his grip on you loosening as he collapses next to you, the helmet on the side of the bed.

You can't even move back to face him, your legs burning, hips shaking, and skin sweating. Jason wraps an arm around your waist as he pulls you into a cuddle, his hand rubbing your sensitive skin.

After a bit, when your head comes back into focus, you turn to look at Jason, his face flushed yet smug.

"Holy...shit." you croak, and Jason laughs, kissing your cheek as he pulls you against him, his large hand rubbing your back gently.

After a bit, exhaustion settles on your bones, and your head leans on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

Jason kisses the top of your head softly, his own exhaustion making his movements slow and lethargic.

You both fall asleep in the comfort of each other's arms, feeling very much complete, and whole.

[heybatterbats]

I’ve been seeing entirely too many posts about how ace-spec people aren’t really LGBTQ+ and don’t belong at Pride. And I got mad about it. So…*aces your Batfamily*

Yes, all of them. Every last one is now ace-spec in some way. They even named their dog Ace.

Bruce is sex-neutral biromantic demisexual, and came out by accident at age 24 to a random reporter who was not expecting it. This sparked a social media storm that was only halted by the much bigger social media storm of Bruce adopting Dick.

The Batman has been asked his sexuality before. Bruce replied- perfectly straight faced- that the Batman is an asexually reproductive entity and creates its Robins via mitosis. A third of Gotham, most of Metropolis, and several members of the Justice League still believe this.

Dick is sex-repulsed biromantic asexual, and is of the type to make the dirtiest jokes you’ve ever heard because sex is a joke to him. Came out in the form of an acrobatics performance he did at a pride parade, wearing a terrible Batman costume with a bi heart as the Batsymbol, an ace flag cape, and no pants. The audience was ecstatic. Bruce was mortified.

Nightwing has never said his sexuality, but anyone who claims he’s straight is quickly met with pictures of the Discowing suit and up to a dozen laughing emojis.

Jason is sex-repulsed aromantic asexual. He’s not as vocal about it as Dick is, but he does like it to be known. He’s the type to make garlic bread/cake/world domination jokes. And ESPECIALLY dragon jokes. He kinda tends to just insert it casually into conversation, he didn’t do anything crazy to come out. It’s just a fact about him.

Red Hood claims to be sexually attracted exclusively to guns. Bruce hates this joke.

Tim is the opposite of Bruce- he’s sex-positive bisexual demiromantic. One of the few Batkids to come out while in costume- he got a concussion on a case and blearily mumbled into Bruce’s hair that he’s “you but backwards” and completely confused Bruce. Tim is a little shy about his identity, but since dating Bernard he’s been more open about it.

Red Robin is out as bisexual, but hasn’t added demiromantic to that. Tim is worried people will piece his secret identity together, since Tim doesn’t realize that most normal people are not highly skilled detectives who can tell a person’s identity from a single acrobatics move.

At the moment, Damian just thinks he’s feeling the normal “ew cooties” that most children do. In the future he’ll realize that he’s sex-repulsed ace/aro, although he’ll refuse to use those terms in favor of broodily muttering “this bloodline dies with me.” Ra’s has an actual heart attack the first time Damian says this to his face and has to go into the Lazarus Pit to recover. Talia has never been more proud.

Barbara is sex-neutral, demiromantic and asexual. She’s more outspoken about it than most of the family, and runs social media pages about disability and the asexuality spectrum alike. Aphobes and ableists that make the mistake of leaving comments often mysteriously find that their most embarrassing search histories have been sent to their grandmother.

Cass is sex-repulsed ace/aro. Steph was the one to explain sexuality to her, and also made her an ace ring. Cass told Bruce first, then the rest of the family. She’s never come out publicly- Cass doesn’t like media attention being on her- but some sharp-eyed Gothamites who are looking can spot the black ring on Cassandra Cain-Wayne’s middle finger in a few paparazzi shots the papers got their hands on. (I have a fic about this!)

Black Bat has never been asked her sexuality, mainly because she’s absolutely terrifying and nobody can stammer out the words when faced with her.

Stephanie is sex-positive graysexual grayromantic, and absolutely not shy about it. She’s almost as good as Dick at making horrible, filthy jokes. Has punched a guy in the face for aphobia, does not regret it. Stephanie is out and proud and loud about it.

Spoiler/Batgirl III have both been seen wearing a rainbow flag as a cape too many times for anyone to assume they’re straight.

Duke is sex-neutral demisexual/demiromantic, and is probably the most open about it of the whole Batfamily. He’s fully out and so is Signal, and will inevitably show up at any daytime Pride event just to say hi. Gotham adores him, and he’s practically the ace-spec community’s mascot. Can and will use the entire rainbow spectrum of light to create various pride flags over Gotham whenever he feels like it, and has started taking flag/location requests. Once turned the Batsignal gay.

Harper is sex-positive bisexual aromantic, and where Stephanie is loud about it, Harper gets violent. She carries a souped-up taser and doesn’t hesitate to use it. Has knocked at least four homophobes/aphobes out cold not counting the ones she beat up in the Narrows. Bluebird is not only publicly out as bisexual but wears two out of three bisexual colors, and while it’s not come up publicly yet, she won’t hide that she’s aromantic either. Along with Signal and Spoiler, Bluebird is one of the vigilantes that’s known for being specifically good at handling LGBTQ+ issues. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

After being forcibly outed as gay and then bullied for it, Cullen is still in the closet about the fact that he’s asexual and sex-repulsed, too. The first person he told after Harper was Alfred. By now the whole family knows, but they’ve been careful to keep it away from the media until Cullen’s ready to come out himself.

Alfred is sex-neutral, aromantic, and pansexual, though he’s older than some of those terms and doesn’t often use them to describe himself. Bruce didn’t know Alfred was anything but straight until he was almost seventeen, to which Alfred replied- signature eyebrow raise at full height capacity- that he had a career in the theater, Master Bruce, and no one who does that can possibly be typical in matters of orientation or any other aspect of life.

The outfit might seem antithetical to this, but Selina is ace too! Specifically, she’s sex-positive, heteroromantic and demisexual. The leather outfit is primarily for distraction purposes rather than true sex appeal. When it comes to Bruce, however, Selina’s more than once described herself as “morosexual.” Bruce, bless him, still has no idea what that means.

There ya go. Ace-spec Batfam. Happy Pride to everyone but especially all you fellow ace-spec folks who absolutely, 100% belong there.

[violent138]

I've said it before, but I absolutely love the idea that Bruce hates the Discowing suit. This is a man who asks "does it come in black?" upon seeing the latest R&D Bat-tech, he's very particular about the design elements in Wayne Enterprises buildings, his suits, and his house. He probably rants to Alfred about horrifically ugly suits he sees on other heroes, and he takes one look at Discowing and irrationally decides it contrasts too much with the batmotif and freaks out, with only Alfred keeping him from making it a Thing™.

[witchofhistory]

A Snippet From A Story I May Never Finish

"Star Light, Star Bright, First Star I See Tonight"

Summary/Context: Duke, Sam and Danny are friends from college. Sam and Duke are forced to go to a gala by their perspective families and decide the best way to survive it is to have Danny come with them. Danny is currently "hosting" Dani's core because she became unstable. AND GO!

Duke was fidgeting. The worst part about it was that he knew what he was doing, how obvious he was being with his nerves, but he couldn't make himself stop. Bat training couldn't save him from having to look at the boy he had a crush on all dressed up for a gala in a suit and makeup and oh god he was going to actually die. 

“Breathe,” he said to himself quietly. He’d dressed in a maroon suit that Alfred suggested, since he was the only one in the family he’d take fashion advice from. Tim was a skater boy who would wear converse everywhere if allowed, Dick’s Discowing era spoke for itself, Steph liked to have fun with her fashion, and Cass liked to be comfortable. 

He shuddered to think what would have happened if he let Jason dress him. He’d look like the cover of a cheesy romance novel, open white shirt and all. 

The door to their apartment building opened to reveal Sam in what was the most color Duke had ever seen her in. Her dress was a fitted black number with light purple accents and big sleeves. She seemed to glide instead of walk, but maybe that was just how form fitting it was. “You like?” She twirled a little and Duke was surprised to see flats under her dress. 

“You look beautiful. It's almost like you’ve done this before,” he joked. 

Sam’s smile turned predatory. “Oh, you haven't seen nothing yet. Danny is just touching up his hair.” 

Speak of the…Duke’s brain short circuited before he could finish the thought. His mouth went dry and his hands started to sweat because he couldn't stop looking. He must have been so obvious but holy shit. 

Danny grinned cheekily, when had he gotten that close?, the light reflecting off the glittery star’s he’d laid over his freckles and the chrome eyeshadow he wore. “I see someone is star-struck,” he joked. Sam groaned at the pun, but it wasn't too far off. Danny liked to play with clothing and gender sometimes and Duke was so glad tonight was one of them. He’d gone for basic black dress pants but his shirt was made of thick black lace embroidered with small jewels, making his torso look like the night sky. Danny had completed his starry look with a series of earrings that dangled over his shoulder. 

“You two make me feel underdressed.” 

Danny’s grin softened into a real smile. “Don't worry, you look great. I know I'm going to get a lot of stares, so why not give them something to look at?” 

Duke wasn't normally the possessive type, but in that moment he desperately wanted to bundle Danny up until no one would be able to see him. People would be looking at Danny tonight and that made something ugly twist in his stomach. “You look beautiful. Is that okay to say?” 

Danny's cheeks pinked dramatically and he waved a hand between them. “It's fine, um, I like it?” He looked at Sam who was clearly laughing at them. “Oh, shut up.” 

“You look beautiful too, Sam. I love your dress.” 

“Thank you,” she said through her giggles. “I'm so glad we invited Danny to this thing, it’ll be a riot.” 

“I said shut up,” Danny whined and put his face in his hands. “I hate you.” 

“I know, that's why we broke up. Because you couldn't stand me anymore.” 

“No, we broke up because I realized I was gay and you decided you didn't want a romantic relationship anyway.” 

“Ah, yes, that's why you ended up cuddling with Tucker so much.” 

Danny honestly looked like he couldn't decide if he wanted to die or kill Sam more. “I take it back, we broke up because I hate you and don't want to be near you anymore.” 

Duke barely let himself have the thought before offering Danny his arm, which thankfully the other boy took. “I’ll protect you from the evil goth.” 

Danny tilted his head and peered up at him through his lashes. “Who says she's the evil one?” 

Fuck. 

Duke rolled his eyes at his brother and looked back at his friends, hoping to catch one of their eyes so he could make a face. Not that Dick would truly be offended, but it was one way to entertain themselves. “Hold on,” he said when he saw Mr. Masters walking over to them and how tense they got. 

“What is it?” Dick’s voice dropped his teasing tone and he started looking around. 

Duke didn't respond and started moving closer, taking up a position next to the food so he could eavesdrop without tipping off Masters. Sam shook her head at him, so he didn't think he'd need to intervene, but at least he was there. 

“-Little Badger, how is the little bug?” Even Masters’ voice was slimy and set off all of Duke's instincts. “I haven't heard from you since you left.” 

“That's none of your business, Vlad,” Danny said. His voice was full of protective venom and a quick glance revealed that he was angling himself away from Masters and had a hand on his stomach. Did Masters know about the baby? 

“I helped make her so yes, it is my business.” 

Did he just—? 

“You forced her on me,” Danny hissed and Duke swore he saw red. His fists clenched as he tried to breathe through his nose, fully turning and giving up on the illusion. “You don't get to just waltz over her like you're anything more than a fruit loop.” He looked like he was ready for a fight, hands clenched and anger burning in his eyes, but his voice was trembling. 

Sam stepped closer to him for support and Danny actually seemed to lean on her. Like he needed someone there. 

“Come now, Daniel, don't be like that. How will you take care of her by yourself?” Masters stepped more into Danny’s space, looking down on him with something resembling a smile. He reached up and touched Danny's hair. “You have no job, you have school, and I doubt Samantha’s parents will help you when they hear about it. You need me.” 

There were very few rules when it came to galas, mostly that they try not to cause a scene that will ruin Wayne Industries and that if they have to punch someone, make it count. So when Duke shoved his way between Danny and the creep that was touching him, that it sounded like—that—, he made his punch count. 

Masters slammed into the floor, catching someone's foot on the way down and making them stumble. He was already holding his jaw and his eyes almost looked red in the light from how angry he was. 

Duke didn't even give him time to speak, stepping closer to more easily block Danny from view. Sam had already pulled him into a hug, so Duke could be the bodyguard. “Get. Out.” 

Masters practically growled in anger, sitting up a bit as he poked at his jaw, the bruise forming slowly and Duke was proud to see it would be horrible. “Excuse me. Who do you think you are? What is the meaning of this? Where is security?” 

Duke could see Bruce already pushing through the crowd with his worried face on but all that mattered was the hand that fisted in his shirt, the huff of breath and the press of a body behind him. Danny. “I said what I said.” 

“Duke? What's going on?” Bruce seemed lost and half slipped into his Batman voice, turning the questions into “report” without meaning to. 

Duke liked to keep up the illusion that he was the normal one, the good child that didn't cause unnecessary issues, but he would burn the world if it meant Danny would stop trembling right then.  “Who I am doesn't matter, what matters is that you were harassing my friend and you will never get near him again.”

Bruce asked again. “Duke?” 

He ignored him. Instead, he turned around until he could wrap his arms around Danny and check over his face. Pale, shaking, and probably half a second away from a panic attack. “I’ll explain later, Bruce, we're leaving.” 

“You assaulted me!” Masters cried as his shoes scuffed on the floor, probably trying to stand. “I’ll have you arrested.” 

Sam opened her mouth, looking ready to spit fire at the man, but it was Danny who spoke. Quietly, and broken, but still. “Drop it, Vlad. Please.” 

The world froze for a second before there was a sigh. “As you wish, Little Badger. We can talk about the company you keep later.” 

Duke forced himself not to react as he tucked Danny more security under his arm, letting Sam trail behind them as he got them through the mess of gala attendees. Apparently his face was threatening enough that the crowd pretty much parted around them as they moved, or maybe they just knew it wasn't worth getting in the way of a determined Wayne. 

“Should I run ahead a grab a car?” Sam asked quietly, her eyes never leaving the doors to the hall. 

“It's fine,” Duke assured her. “Alfred will probably be waiting for us at the door. Can you get our jackets?” 

She nodded sharply and moved ahead to the coat check while he glanced down at Danny. Most of what he could see was dark hair since he’d pressed his entire face into Duke's chest, trusting him to guide them, but the hands gripping his shirt weren't so tight anymore now that they were away from Masters. 

“Danny? Can you let go for a second so we can get your jacket on?” 

There was a crackling noise and Duke thought he might be trying to talk, but Danny just nodded. He dropped his arms, but since Sam wasn't back quiet yet, Duke grabbed the hand he could reach and held it. 

“I'm so sorry you had to deal with that.” Duke wasn't sure if Danny was able to hear him right now, but he knew someone talking usually helped when he was having an attack. “I understand if you don't want to come to galas with us anymore, but if you do I will personally make sure he isn't invited or allowed in to any you go to. Though if he does show up, I’ll probably go full bodyguard for you again and I really wish I could have punched him again.” 

Danny snorted. “My hero,” he said and if it wasn't for the laughter, Duke would think it was sincere. 

Either way, Duke felt his face heat up and was glad his coloring meant it wasn't noticeable. It got worse when Danny started playing with the hand that Duke had been holding his with, almost massaging it. It felt nice, and helped relieve some of the tension that was lingering from the punch. 

A cleared throat broke them out of the moment as Sam came back with their jackets. “I saw what I assume is Mr. Wayne's car pull up outside. We're good to go.” 

“The cops aren't going to arrest Duke, are they?” Danny pulled away enough to be able to put on his jacket and barely left him enough time for Duke to put on his own before sliding back under his arm. “I mean, Vlad won't press charges if I ask him not to.”

“Don't worry about it, starlight, Bruce can take care of it. I don't like the idea of you talking to him again.” 

Danny stared at him and for a second, Duke thought he did something wrong before Danny's whole face lit up. “Starlight?” 

Sam giggled as she headed for the door, pulling ten along behind her. “He's not wrong, have you seen what you're wearing right now?” 

“And if you hate it—” 

Danny ducked his head back until Duke's chest, muffling his response slightly but the denial was still understandable. “No, I like it.” 

“Then that's your new nickname. I refuse to call you anything else,” Duke teased back. He waved when they caught sight of Alfred and helped Danny climb into the car. 

“Where to, Master Duke?” 

He paused before getting in the car and gave Sam a questioning look from where she had slid to pull Danny into a hug. She shook her head and looked down at Danny, biting her lip. “Somewhere safe.” 

“To the manor then,” Alfred offered and waited for Duke to nod before gesturing for him to climb in after his friends.

Once the door was shut, Duke buckled himself in and reclined against the seats. “Well, that's one way to make a dramatic entrance.” 

Danny laughed as he leaned against Sam but it quickly turned into sobbing. He curled up in his head and his hands gripped his hair tightly as he cried, despite Sam's best efforts to stop him. “Why can't he just leave me alone? That's all I ever wanted and he keeps popping up and finding me, how did he find me? I thought Tucker—” 

“Why don't I call Tucker and he can check all of your security? Then you can talk to him and know he's okay,” Sam offered and Danny seemed to relax a little with the idea. “Go cuddle with Duke while I call him, okay?” 

Danny looked back and forth between them for a second, like he wasn't sure, so Duke opened his arms invitingly. “Only if you're okay with it, starlight. But cuddles sound really nice right about now.” 

Danny's POV/Next

[sunflxwqers]

if u still hate the discowing suit in 2024 you’re not invited to my bday party fyi

[4razer-7azer]

im not even lying when i say that discowing is unironically the best and my favorite nightwing suit and im TIRED of all the old ppl hating on it PLEASE DC BRING IT BACK IM BEGGING YOU ITS SO PEAK

like r u KIDDINGGGG why do all these writers act like this is something dick should and/or would be embarrassed about…this is the most glorious amazing suit he’ll ever have and he and the rest of the dc universe KNOWS IT

[bugss-reid]

I wish the dc did more color theory in their comic tbh, and it’s not like i look for it too much or like try and find the symbolism, but it’d be nice to see like Dick in vivids Bruce in a more dulled down grey scale, maybe like tim in earth tones, and steph in like purples and blue, or like just have different styles for them, because i’d love seeing their color pallets because i think they are so interesting

ALSO hot take y’all, i am a firm believer of the discowing suit, i loved it, and i hate that they got rid of the yellow in Dick’s suit, like bring it back !! not the full like v neck line but just like being the yellow, and the dangling shit ya know

[aalghul]

I think jason should actually hate that dick changed the discowing suit. "where's the drama?! the flair!? you look like you shop at the same discount bdsm store as Bruce now you actual loser!! who even are you now"

YOU GET ME LIKE NO ONE ELSE. Jason todd lives for making a statement. The sleek and minimalist design does nothing for him

[msfcatlover]

So. Did you know there's a backstory to Dick's mullet?

Because there is.

Mirage convinced Dick to let her restyle him while she was impersonating Kori. Which he went along with, because Kori had been incredibly depressed for the last several weeks and nothing Dick said or did seemed to be helping her. Dick had pretty clearly hit the point where he was willing to do just about anything to make her happy again.

Which I know doesn't even begin to compare to the many other ways Mirage took advantage of him (trust me, I just read it,) but has made me hate the mullet jokes now, because that was not Dick's choice.

(I'm sure it's just a coincidence Dick's hair & costume came out of it looking a lot more like the future!Dick Mirage was pining over. Contrasts between future!Dick & the classic Discowing Dick was wearing in the arc right before this one below the cut.)

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Here's future!Dick...

....Aaaand Discowing.

Obviously, she somehow magically grew his hair out several inches. But even beyond that...

Look at the stripe shape & placement on the new suit, lining up with both future!Dick's stripes & his mesh armbands.

Look at the glove shape, going from a segmented gauntlet to a single elbow-length piece with a curved upper edge.

While Dick's boots are considerably less dramatic than his future self's thigh-highs, they are still much more strongly emphasized in Mirage's version of the costume.

While future!Dick has the diamond on his abdomen like Discowing, future!Dick's costume has much less detailing around his abdomen.

Discowing also isn't the one with a utility belt. A belt which just so happens to have the same insignia as future!Dick's shield. Weird that.

While neither of the prior versions have the little glider-cape, I would like to note it's something future!Dick probably could've gotten a lot of use out of, given the way his sidekick usually carried him around.

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So anyway, I have gone from being kinda tired of the mullet jokes to actively disliking them. Less jokes about the mullet, more jokes about the rat-tail please.

[aliiiaaa-x]

A Nightwing Rant because GAH!

Like I realised that the only reason Dick was able to let go of his Robin persona was because of the journey he took into making his Nightwing one.

Dick had followed in Bruce’s footsteps by creating Robin. Bruce was 25 when he returned to Gotham after vigorous training but he didn’t know how to stop the scourge that plagued Gotham and killed his parents. After an inner monologue of seeking advice from his parents, a bat appears and he chooses that as a mantle to honour them.

Same can be said for Robin. Robin consisted of a gymnastic styled costume with colours to honour the Flying Graysons and the name being based off of Robin Hood, but also the fact that his mother had coined it as a pet name for Dick.

But Nightwing? The name Nightwing came from Clark, when Dick took a trip to Metropolis on an identity search right after being fired. Clark was inspired to don the Superman cape because of a hero on his home world who fought for justice despite being an outcast and the name of said hero roughly translated to Nightwing.

The first suit? Based off of Johnny Grayson’s costume when he was a solo act. Dick had returned to Haly’s Circus and went back to performing trapeze but another performer had used the original colour so he settled for blue.

His weapons? The batarangs were of course welded based off of Batman’s original designs but the escrima sticks? Based off his Robin training, his escapade as an “assassin” in Robin: Year One and a juggler’s devil sticks.

His infamous Discowing suit? A gift from Alfred based off of the one he had made himself, but this time more snazzy, embellished and upgraded.

All pieces of people and places he loved. Nightwing is a collage of everything that means something to Dick - Haly’s Circus (home and his safe place), Bruce, his parents, Alfred, Clark.

And let’s not forget what he did after creating Nightwing - he went on a social call, making sure anyone who was anyone learnt his new name with Batgirl.

Then somewhere along the line, when he meets the new Robin, he realises that he wants the new Robin to have a better mentor than the one he had and somehow his brotherly instincts kick in. We’re talking protective behaviour, nicknames (“Little Wing” - a direct implication that Jason is acknowledged, but as another version of what Dick represents, not as Robin at that point. This was like the starting point, he was accepting Jason was his sidekick for the gauntlet. Then “Boy Wonder”. And finally he uses “Robin”, what Dick once considered “his name”, passing on the mantle), him answering Jason’s questions.

No hate to Batman, but by trying to trademark Robin and take an important piece of Dick’s identity (his childhood, his memorial for his parents) away from him was not cool, but it did play an important part in Dick discovering who he could be without Robin and Batman being a part of his identity.

[where-that-old-train-goes]

ummmm duck grayson

this was the context on the FUCK. dick ask but anyway okayyy

sooo im not that well versed in nightwing comics (only just started looking for nightwing stuff) BUT that doesn’t mean i dont have THOUGHTS

to be clear generally im not a shipper anyway so i don’t actively ship him w anyone. i reblog cool art sometimes but im only an active shopper with yj

anywayyyy

some of y’all (!!!! WAYNE FAMILY ADVENTURES AND ANYONE WHO TAKE THAT SHIT AS CANON !!!!!!!!!!!!) do not understand this man.

rule 1: THIS MAN IS ANGRY. stop uwuifying him he’s canonically got anger issues. he is, canonically, ANGRY. “batman: tas was the best batman” cool but did you see the episode where little twelve year old dickie tried to Kill A Man. okay. he’s angry!!!

rule 2: he is a master manipulator. YALL ARE FALLING FOR HIS PERSONA. OKAY. he could manipulate whoever he wanted. he could be a villain if he wanted!!! BUT

rule 3: HE IS A GOOD PERSON. he may be angry and a good manipulator but he does want to be A GOOD PERSON. this is IMPORTANT. okay.

ultimately my favorite dynamic here is him and damian. the brothers ever. maybeeeeee him and bruce too because God. they’re always fun if it’s written right. smth i wish we as a fandom would discuss more is the problems with oversexualizing him? esp reducing him to just The Pretty One when he’s also been raped. more than once. you have to be in specific spaces to even find people talking about this but it’s something that happened a few times and i wish we’d actually talk about it. if it had happened to a female character (or even if the perpetrators were men and not women) we would NOT be acting how we act with him.

it’s really fucked up to me to reduce his INCREDIBLY interesting and fun to explore character to “haha he’s got a nice ass”. it was a funny joke when it was a JOKE— he is appearance wise a generic attractive dc guy. but it’s not a joke anymore among the fandom and i HATE IT. he’s got depth, he HAS a lot of things going for him that are really interesting!! don’t reduce him to just that.

on a less “pissed with the fandom” and more “pet peeve with the writers” I HATE TOM TAYLOR’S NIGHTWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

i have read leaping into the light— and it fucking sucked. it’s not, as it’s own story, bad (although there’s very little depth or really anything to analyze imo, but not all media HAS to be deep. that’s not what everyone is there for) but as a nightwing story?

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IT SUCKED

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tom taylor is on the road to success. someone pull him over.

dick isn’t just a wisecracking, happy-go-lucky guy! he does not have to be a Generic Hero!!!! he can be angry and manipulative and still be good despite it!!!!!!

that’s my main point but to end on something more lighthearted… i actually like the discowing suit. it was silly and weird and so 80s. but it was fun!!!! did it age well??? no. but was it FUN!!! was it SILLY!!!! was he kind of serving? yes! this is a pro discowing blog!

[i-mean-its-practically-canon]

Fun fact about me: pronounced discowing suit as "dis-cow-ing" suit for a long time. and was too disturbed by the implications to look into it further

Fun fact: Dis-Cow-Wing is Batcow's code name. Damian hates it.

[le-regrems]

So apparently people hate discowing suit for real but I gotta admit that I think it's kinda a vibe. I totally love the idea of all the titans loving it and it generally being considered very fashionable at the time and just later a fashion disaster.

It's unpractical as fuck and I love it.

[jredhood]

So I was sneaking around the batcave as one does in search of some gadgets to steal and I found the DISCOWING SUIT‼️

I hate that I just retraumatized myself AGAIN

#batcave #discowing😭 #traumatized