#mathlete dick grayson

[sparkoflena]

I think that DC should dig into the All Of The Bats Are Geniuses thing outside of cases.

- I think Inventor Who Skipped Multiple Grades Tim Drake should consult with Was A Mathlete In School Dick Grayson on his side projects while somebody is just like "did they just invent a machine to cure cancer" or something wild like that

- I think that League Of Assassins Artistic Detail Damian Wayne should start stealing Tim's photography pieces and drawing/making them art to prove himself better until the both of them have an entire exhibit of Sibling Competition Art/Photos

- I think that Strategist Who Built A Criminal Empire To Protect His Part Of His City Jason should just start bouncing facts off of Day Shift Gotham Protector And Riddler Stumper Duke Thomas in like a library or coffee shop and freaking out the background characters with all of this hyperspecific military strategy talk

- I think that The Only Bat With Emotional Competence Cassandra Cain should just start pointing out Bruce's details

- I think that Tech Genius Oracle Barbara Gordon should start telling the GCPD about different ways to fix their digital security just so that it gets more entertaining every time she hacks it. And also I desperately want to watch her hack the Pentagon.

- I think Charismatic Dick and People Understanding Cass should just start going to galas together to force secrets out of WE competitors.

- I think that Duke and Tim should team up to make the Riddler cry. As a treat. Bonus Points if they are both in civvies.

- I think that all of the Batkids should be submitted to an invention/hacking competition, just for Bruce/Alfred to pull them out last second because "you would obviously win and that's too much of a risk to our identities" despite the fact that Gotham is already pretty sure the Wayne Kids are secretly a million times smarter than they let on

[ditzybat]

tim: i fucking hate calculus, isaac newton that whore, he made the single bane of my existence

duke: 1. isaac newton is a dead virgin and 2. maybe you should just ask di-

tim: i am NOT asking dick for help - i dont care if he was a mathlete, i am not letting him have this

[cyfffff]

you’d think since dick was a mathlete hed b the number one guy to ask for help w math homework but actually he knows so much advanced math that the first time tim asked him for help with a simple geometry problem he pulled out his dusty ti-84 and started solving it in the most convoluted way that took an hour bc he was also just trying to relearn the math he hadn’t done in like 5 years. cue him screaming in frustration when he realized the actual way to do it would’ve taken him 2 minutes (tim asked him at the beginning if that way was right and he waved him off saying no) none of the batsibs can ask him for math help until they get to pre-calculus at least

[ahfrickenfrick]

everyone who knows dick personally knows he is very smart, analytical, and geeky

however the news outlets have been spouting off ‘richie wayne’ ever since dick was taken in as bruce’s ward, and tend to write him as the ‘dumb hot’ stereotype

one night talk show gets dick onto it, under the premise that the money from that show would be going to charity, they put him up against random college students about topics they are majoring in

everyone expects dick to flirt or joke his way through the questions, so when he starts buzzing in first and answering correctly, they eventually question him

and with a shrug he says, “grew up traveling around the world, was vice president to the mathletes club that took nationals in high school at 14, and was actually in training to take up either a head aspect or a tech aspect of wayne enterprises; had to do classes and work for that, my best friend and i played video games and coded our own, also social media is easy to keep up with with my siblings and such” he finishes with a dismissive wave and smile, quickly running through the subjects that he was quizzed on

it quickly goes viral, and dick left that studio with a lighter chest and a bright smile

[violent138]

I feel like Dick, who spent so much of his childhood crime fighting, missing school, and having adventures with people he genuinely liked and also didn't really have normal experiences either, used to just lie and invent personal examples and Normal People characters for his siblings when they asked for advice. The others compare notes once on Dick's childhood, fondly recall a fake person and only realize something's wrong from the deeply confused looks on Alfred and Bruce’s faces. They then go to Dick's flat and ask him how much of everything he ever said were lies.

[celaenaeiln]

Dick: *searching for his teammate post-battle* Romeo, Romeo! Where art thou Romeo?

Jason: Shut up. Shut up! Don’t you dare desecrate Shakespearen literature you Neanderthal.

Dick: *offended* what?

Jason: heh, you didn’t get that? Dumb.

Dick:

Dick: Well, Little Wing, right now you’re walking an average speed of 3.1 mph and you’re going to fire your grapple gun to shoot across to another building but in order to do so you need to increase your running speed because the tension on the string is opposing the Normal force at an angle and if you count the weight of gravity, you have to calculate F=ma with cos of 46 degrees or else the grapple won’t latch on but since there’s a high frictional force between your boot and the ground, the coefficient of static friction is much higher than normal so as such, you need to lower the coefficient of kinetic friction so you have the momentum to reach peak velocity needed to boost you into the air and not suspend your rope so that’d be your final velocity squared equal to your initial velocity squared minus 2 times gravity times your final height minus your initial height. So in conclusion, your initial speed of run must be 5.3 mph if you don’t want to bash your head open on a brick wall.

Jason: what.

Dick: oh you didn’t get that? Dumb.

Jason: ….Bitch.

[butch-chastity]

i dislike that now that jason has been firmly established as "the robin who likes school" within the fandom some people now assume that other robins must have HATED school, as if dick doesn't do math for fun

[arcventi]

Tiny Dick Grayson sitting in French class in France, German class in Germany, English Class in England happily working on a sheet of math (math!!!) Problems the teacher printed out for him because he (pretended he) doesn't speak the local language ❤️

[implusle]

dick in the 66 batman show is so good hes so so angry but he has to go do his algebra homework

[duckysprouts]

can i have teenage dirtbag dick grayson hcs pls?? my parents are getting divorced i want to relate to him

in high school, dick was… interesting

1. he went to a prestigious private school with uniforms and never wore it properly. sometimes he would wear his gymnastics jacket over the summer dress shirt to hide the bruises and bandages that would peek through when he sweats. other times he would lie and say it was a sports accident

2. always red eyes. could have been weed, insomnia, or his daily breakdown in the bathroom

3. literally never shows up on time and comes up with increasingly wild excuses for why. still the top of the class

4. dyed his hair and wore jewellery even tho it was against code. they still let him keep it cause he was captain of the mathletes team and they couldn’t afford to lose him to win nationals

5. carries a pot and portable stove in his bag so he can make hangover ramen in class

6. hands always had bandages and sports tape

7. they made him get rid of his sneakers and wear dress shoes, so he started wearing weird socks instead. the worst was when he wore the grippy socks he stole from the mental health center

8. would pick up jason from book club and scare the shit out of everyone

9. got into fights a LOT. bruce sent a lot of gift baskets to the rich parents of the kids. but he secretly thought dick was in the right so all the gifts consisted of things he knew the family hated or were allergic to

10. regulated inconsistently between “energetic popular guy who is witty and fun to be around” and “dead inside” many times throughout the day

11. once borrowed a wax pen thinking it was a vape and was SO high for a geology exam that he resorted to licking the rock samples to identify them. he got a 98% on it, 2% off for spelling his name wrong

12. once stabbed himself with an epipen to stay awake long enough to study, nearly pissed himself

13. set the back of his hair on fire during patrol in sophomore year and had a reverse mullet for a few months (see picture)

[incorrectbatfam]

How do they even explain that Jason is dead on the official side? Do they just have this 6'2" overgrown teddy bear who they call Jason, is roughly younger than Dick but older than Tim as a family friend?? Does no one question that?

They don't

Instead, they come up with wildly conflicting stories to generate even MORE rumors

Dick Grayson seen getting lunch with a guy that looks like his late brother? Oh, that's just the emotional support body double he hired to cope with his grief

The person in the background of Barbara Gordon's selfie? It's a publicity stunt to promote the new WayneTech photoshop software

A new older boy that Bruce refers to as son? Tim just hit a growth spurt. Disregard the other Tim Drake drinking from the coffee machine, that's just his evil twin, Drim Take, who's bitter about his caffeine-stunted growth

The extra audience member at Cass Cain's recital? That's esteemed dance critic Jasonious von Toddrick, how dare you not know his name

Guy on a motorcycle rolls up to Duke Thomas's mathlete tournament? Substitute teacher. You wanna see his teaching license? Here 🖕

Random guy seen picking Damian Wayne up from school? Secret estranged cousin. Talia's side? Nope. Bruce's side? Not that either. Have fun guessing the third player

And don't even bother asking Stephanie Brown, she'll just say it's Jason Todd as if it's an episode of The Walking Dead

[malfiora]

Good Enough

Bruce probably wasn't meant to hear it, but his heart squeezes all the same. His fingers clutch at his chest and his throat works around the lump suddenly lodged in it.

"I'll have to ask my dad," Dick had said. The words belong to another child, one Bruce has never met. But that voice – its tone, its warmth, its certainty – is Dick. Undeniably, unmistakably Dick. He's talking to one of his teachers (Mr. Mather, he recalls only because he had to deal with Dick's insistence that his biology teacher be called Ms. Sciencer for weeks) and he grins when he spots Bruce stalled by the door. "Oh, speak of the devil."

Bruce stumbles his way through a conversation about Dick's exceptional grades and aptitude for abstract concepts and how he has real potential as a mathlete, but his brain is humming with wordless excitement at the word "dad" and eager to hear it tickle the air again. He floats on that feeling all the way home, even elongating their return to tell Alfred to pull over at that fast food joint Dick likes, the one with the milkshakes.

And then he crashes. Dick disappears into his room to allegedly do homework (Bruce is eighty-five percent sure he's actually hopping onto his computer to IM Barbara Gordon), and with him vanishes the warmth of being considered a father. Left in its wake is a coldness injecting nausea into his gut.

He can't be a – he doesn't know how to – when did Dick even – and why him? The past three years flash by in reverse: Dick dancing through a spray of bullets, tears streaming from Dick's mask as he watched Batman fall from a snapped line just like they did, Dick standing proudly before a mirror in his brand new costume, a gleam of murderous intent staring up at him, a broken boy swallowed up in an EMT's blanket while his world lay shattered at his feet. What has he done? How could he think that drawing this bright kid into his dark roost was a good idea? And now Dick thinks of him as a father figure – it's too late to go back, isn't it?

He isn't John Grayson, will never be, doesn't want to try. He hears the whispers among polite society speculating why he won't adopt Dick, but none of them come close to the truth. It's rooted in fear (inaction always is). Fear that he'll be seen as the fraud he is, and then Dick will leave and regret ever calling him "dad."

He's not even Thomas Wayne, not for lack of trying. His memories of the man are faded around the edges but he knows he devoted himself completely to any and all that he loved: his career, his wife, his son. Thomas Wayne didn't do anything by halves. But Bruce Wayne is constantly torn – one foot planted in civilian domesticity fumbling his way through raising a child, the other firm in Gotham's underbelly hellbent on redeeming the damned while keeping his kid partner safe from the danger that he throws him into in the first place.

"Sir," Alfred calls, his voice soft. "If you're done drilling a hole through the carpet with your eyes, I've put tea on."

Bruce blinks and looks up at Alfred. "Tea sounds great, Alfred."

He plods after Alfred and into the tearoom. Alfred deftly sets out cups, saucers, and bowls of cream and sugar before pouring the fresh brew. Bruce murmurs a "thanks" before sipping his. Alfred lowers himself into the seat opposite his at the small table.

"Master Dick seems to be doing well at the Academy," Alfred says. "I can't imagine that that caused your dour mood."

Those who call Batman the world's greatest detective just haven't met Alfred. "Dick called me 'dad' today," he explains calmly. "Not to my face. I overheard him say it to his teacher."

Alfred hums. "Could mean nothing."

That's...true. Dick may have used the term as shorthand. "Dad" is easier to say than "legal guardian" and more specific and personal than "Bruce." It could have been a Freudian slip, Dick's mind supplying him with a cognitive shortcut subconsciously. Bruce sets his tea down and stares into the liquid.

"Or," Alfred presses on (Bruce hates the way his heart lifts a little), "he is starting to see you – us – as his family." Alfred sips and watches him.

"That's what I'm afraid of," he admits after a while. "Alfred, I'm not – Dick deserves so much better than –"

When it's clear that Bruce won't finish the sentence, Alfred clears his throat gently. "If I may, I'd like to share a secret with you." Bruce nods. "There was a time that I considered leaving you."

Bruce's eyes widen. "What?"

Alfred nods. "I thought that after your parents, I was the last person who should raise a child, especially one who needed his world put back together. Surely the Kanes would have made better surrogates. Perhaps a foster if a suitable one could be found." He smirked. "I almost considered the Queens before that awful accident."

The blood is rushing in Bruce's ears. Alfred, his most loyal and longest friend, had wanted to leave him? "What changed?"

Alfred takes another sip, contemplates. "I don't think anything has. Everyday I wonder if I made the right choice. If I am being selfish staying in your life simply because I love you too much to let you go."

Again, Bruce's chest squeezes. Alfred, his Alfred, has the exact same fear. That somehow he'll fail his charge, will lose him. And all this time, Bruce has never considered going anywhere, can't imagine his life without Alfred in it. Maybe – is that how Dick feels? That Bruce is his? God, if that's true then...then Bruce as he is just has to be good enough. Because he's not going to let Dick go.

"My son," he says, testing the word. It tastes sweeter than the tea on his tongue.

[i-mean-its-practically-canon]

@scribblydribbly said: #Dick is a bad math teacher pass it on #he's made all his younger siblings cry when they're doing their math homework

Dick: That's a stupid question.

Jason: Bruce says there are no stupid questions.

Dick: Bruce is lying to you so you don't cry.

Jason, in tears: I'm not crying!

Dick: Why do I feel like you did something shifty?

Tim, who did something shifty: Your suspicious nature is not your best quality. You should work on that.

[junespriince]

Based off this post

Rando student: Why do you wear long sleeves in the middle of July, Grayson? Dick, rolled up his sleeves, arms covered in chem stuff: Because either my soulmate has adhd or... a war criminal, either way, I don't think the school would like to see the chemical compound of the muster gas. Wally: If I just break down.... *looks at his arm saying "cute..." followed by math stuff for mathletes* omgomgomgomgomgomgomgogmogmgomgogmgomg they think I'M CUTE, I have to tell robin... and conner,,, Hartley and Linda,,,,, kyle too he need a little spice in his boring sad pathetic life! Dick, looking at his arm: Robin......... as in me? SHIT- Wally, saw that: .... WAIT NO COME BACK... wait I can just meet you at gotham, duh,,,, oh a marble- Dick, greeted back with more nonsense about a marble: oh my god, he's too damn cute.

[a-regular-amount-of-spiders]

Swear to god if I see one more person say dick mathlete Grayson, one of the OG hacks, lil nerdy dork, gets bad grades

Or is stupid

I’m gonna LOSE IT

It drives me insane bc due to Tim and oracle being the *best* hacks, and characterized by their intelligence, Dick somehow ends up downgraded to himbo intelligence?

ALSO Dick is actually a fairly serious dude most of the time? Like I’ve seen so many fan on depictions of him being whiny, reactive, or thin skinned

Dick Grayson takes a lot of bullshit without getting upset, that man has maybe the thickest skin of anyone in DC, right up there with big blue Boy Scout patience. And while he’s a lil goofy and good humored when he wants to be, he’s generally a very calm person, steady and reliable. That’s why so many other characters rely upon and adore Nightwing, he’s intelligent, compassionate, and patient as all hell.

Anyways come back next week for my lecture on why Cass is the most perfect lil lady in the universe

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

gentle hellraiser (at the tone please record your message)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/a50spvh by peachytaee “At the tone, please record your message. When you have finished recording, press pound for more options.” BEEEEP “Hey, Dick. Um—Bruce told me that you were a mathlete? In high school? Whatta nerd, ha... Um—that being said—if you could call me back—I’m, um—I’m having some trouble with my algebra homework, if you think you could help—um. Thanks, man.” BEEEEP “Hey Dick—it’s Jason. Um, totally hypothetical question here—if I allegedly started an ant infestation in the Manor—d’ya think B or Alfie would be more upset. Am I—hypothetically—in trouble here? Call me back!” BEEEEP “Dick? It’s—you really need to stop calling me Timmy, man. It’s ruining my street cred. Sorry. I won’t mix up civ lines again. Promise!” BEEEEP “Respectfully, Tim. You have no street cred.” — Or, a series of voicemails over the life (and death) of Jason Todd. Words: 4786, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Roy Harper, Tim Drake (DCU) Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Voicemail, Angst, Jason Todd-centric, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Tim Drake Needs a Hug (DCU), Jason Todd and Tim Drake Knew Each Other Before Jason Died, Jason Todd is the Major Character Death, He'll come back don't worry, Mario Kart References, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, (only barely), (it's tim and jason), Tim Drake and Dick Grayson are Siblings, DC stands for Disregard Canon, no beta we die like jason todd, abuse of italics and em dashes i just cant help myself read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/a50spvh