#nightwinging

[podwriter]

dickie!!!

[asinglebluefeline]

It took me an embarrasinngly long time to realize Nightwing's mask is in the shape of his symbol (like from the Nightwing signal in vol.2 or his wingdings):

But also that the other domino-wearing Robins have them:

Which is such a sweet detail???? I know that the shapes are different a lot of the time, and since I've never seen it mentioned in the comics it's possible it's just an artistic choice without any deeper meaning, but I love the headcanon that the Robins chose to pay homage to Dick's other hero identity

[heroesriseandfall]

Like yes, in the years after revealing he was alive, Jason was going around killing people and messing with everyone, but he was ALSO going around asking his adoptive brothers if they would like to maybe team up with him sometime.

[welcometogrouchland]

Getting back into comics is fun. Minus the Getting Back Into Comics part of it all

[benbamboozled]

Brothers in Blood remains one of my forever Jason faves despite the hella dubious quality because he is just having a great fucking time in it.

I was literally trying to think of arcs/storylines where his trauma wasn’t heavily involved to some extent and that was the ONLY one I could come up with.

He’s just running around tormenting Dickie and playing dress up and killing people and turning into a tentacle monster and sending telegrams and living his best fucking life and for that I salute him!

[flashhwing]

Wait were you flashhwing before too????? I thought id just accidentally followed someone who ended up having posts i liked??

shdksjshs omg yeah no hiiiii it’s me

[nightwingism]

Oh my god, do I have to relearn how to use tumblr now

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

Damian: Would it kill you to plan these raids out ahead of time! I almost got shot in the foot!

Dick: Imma let you in on a secret. I do plan ahead of time. I have plans and variations on those plans for every possible situation. I had a plan for if you decided to pick up a new animal on the way over here. But if I told you obstinate brats what my plans were, you'd do everything you could to undermine them just because I'm the one who said it. If I tell you guys the plan in the moment, you don't have the time to contradict me and everything works flawlessly

Tim: So everytime you've been "nightwinging" it-

Dick: I've actually been hiding my real plans until the exact moment you need to know

Jason: I haven't looked up to you this much since I came back

Dick: Thanks. Love you too

[allovesthings]

I don't really like how Nightwinging became a thing to describe Dick and Nightwing because Dick Grayson has always been very much a planner and a strategist.

He can absolutely think on his feet and that's one of his strengths, but the implications here is that he never makes plans and is a bit reckless... and Dick strategist (and one of the leaders) of the Titans Grayson can, will and have made plans. He was literally the Batman of the Titans.

As much as we see him in the comics, jumping without looking, as an acrobat and trapeze artist, I think he always would have to calculate how to fall safely in advance even if he doesn't look in that moment and that could be applied to superheroing as well. Even if we are under the illusion that he is jumping without looking, he already did the maths to plan the best outcome.

[notfeelingthyaster]

jason nightwinging was better than bruce nightwinging. tim would be the obvious choice, he is like smaller penis guy no one would notice, and he has no job since he is clinging to robin. cass would be a good choice. duke would be an okay choice. even steph would be a better choice, actually, even if she is blonde, we put a cowl on her and it's solved. ANYONE. BUT. BRUCE.

[igotanidea]

Spoiled: Dick Grayson x reader

Summary: Women's day with Dick.

Warning: a little innuendo at the end, but no worries, minors allowed ;)

***

After knowing each other for a few years they became a couple in June, hence 8th March of a current year was their first International Women’s Day together.

Well- to say the whole truth – it was her first IWD with him, but the point stood.

And Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-way when it came to his girlfriend(s).

Since he might have fucked up Valentines’ day (in his defense he wasn’t entirely sure of how she felt about it since there was never even a hint on her part that she wanted to celebrate it and their relationship was still kind of fresh) it was obvious he had to make up for it, by giving her the best 8th March celebration ever.

“Morning sweetheart.”

At this point she should have been used to him visiting her apartment in the most abnormal morning hours, coming back from his Nightwinging-shit. Regardless, being torn from the sleep by his blue and black silhouette and domino mask, sometimes with the widest, charming, boyish grin and some other with blood and injuries all over was something she couldn’t move past.

“mmhmh….” She muttered rolling on her side in the bed to check the hour. 5 am. 5 am at fucking Friday. “are you hurt….?” Poor girl couldn’t even find any strength to bash him.

“no, not exactly—”

“then I’m sure it can wait for two or three hours? Come on, Grayson. I start my shift at 9 today, let me have some more rest….”

“But—” Dick frowned taking off his mask and studying her silhouette curled under the cover, one leg still in the dreamland. Did she really forget what day was it today?

“Mh. Just shut up and come here….” She mumbled again lifting the hem of the blanket, silently inviting him in and it actually did lift his spirits.

As quick as possible he stripped of his suit and slid into the bed next to her, immediately wrapping arms around her waist pulling her close. Unsure whether it was him looking for comfort and assurance he would always have someone to come home to, or rather him giving her love and warmth and safety – a must have for a woman.

“Y/n….” he whispered in her ear, running fingers up and down her back soothingly, creating the atmosphere of intimacy and love.

“The hell you want?” she snuggled closer

“Best wishes…”

“What…?” she raised her head, searching his eyes, all the sleepiness leaving her at once “you sure you’re not injured? Like – your head for example? My b-day are in September, our anniversary is in June, I didn’t win a lottery, there’s no occasion today so what are you talking about?”

“Y/N! baby!” Dick laughed pecking the top of her nose playfully “come on, think for a moment!”

“It’s 5 a.m. are you seriously asking me to freaking think?”

“What kind of special day do we have in March?”

“World Self-harm Awareness Day?”

“What?” he laughed whole-heartedly “that’s really the first thing that came to your pretty little head?”

“Jerk.”

“Come on baby… Flowers, chocolates, fancy dates…”

“Are you trying to remind me you fucked up Valentines’ Day?”

“It was not me! It was Nightwing’s fault.”

“Oh yeah, right. Blame your alter ego and you’re on a highway to split personality. Seriously what-“ she lift herself, a bit annoyed at his games now and her eyes landed on the calendar on the wall, noticing the date marked in a red circle and an exclamation mark. “Oh….”

“You there now?” Dick smirked

“I hate you Grayson-“ she muttered leaning forward to kiss him softly

“Just wait till you see what I planned for the day.”

***

Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-assed.

Wait? Did I already say that? Too bad.

Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-assed.

Such a shame that the festive day was taking place on Friday, cause otherwise he would lock her inside the apartment keeping her all to himself and spoiling her on the entire day.

But it was obvious from the get go that she was not going to skip a work day and there was no way to stop her (power girl simply liking her work, it was not a crime).

On the bright side – it was the perfect opportunity to extend the celebration on a whole weekend.

Starting from having the perfect evening.

Y/N could only do as little as step inside the apartment, after work, exhausted after all week with her brain becoming a jello, legs giving up, when she was snatched by a pair of strong arms and held close to a broad warm chest. And the contented sigh that escaped her lips was definitely not a sign of complaint.

"Missed you my beautiful woman."

"I can tell." she chuckled in response, glad to be back home to him.

"Now come on, pick up your prettiest dress and we're going out.'

"We're what?" that was unexpected "and what do you mean prettiest dress? I don’t have any dresses-"

"Good thing your boyfriend thought of that too-" Dick grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom where the most elegant and a bit revealing (but still chic) piece of clothing was spread on the bed.

"Grayson...." no matter how much she tried to deny her own instincts there was no way to stop herself from running fingers over the soft silky fabric and delighting in its sensation on her skin. She could only imagine how it would feel having that masterpiece hugging her body.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it?" she turned to face him, her eyes showing all the adoration of the gift. "But - I can't accept it. I mean - I'm sure it was--"

"Don't you dare saying it."

"But-"

"I bought it for you, you hear me? Because you deserve it, because I love you, because you're my woman and I’m your man." he grabbed her by the waist spinning her around and pulling to him. The fact that he was towering over her, holding her so firmly and giving her that man-like look silenced all her words of opposition. “Accept it, okay? Accept the fact that there’s me in your life now.”

“Right. The great, famous, handsome Dick Grayson the Wayne prodigy”

“Did you say handsome?” he smirked causing her to roll her eyes “seriously Y/N, I’m in your life. To stay. So the sooner you get used to unexpected gifts and surprises and being treated like a woman the better.”

“You still fucked up Valentine’s day.”

“You’ll be reminding me of that till the rest of my life, won’t you?”

“Of course.” She ginned playfully leaning to kiss him “I’m a woman. We collect such thing to use them as a potential argument in a quarrel.” She winked and this time it was him who rolled his eyes at her antics before silencing her with a proper make out session.

***

Clearly the dress was not enough for him.

Clearly taking a private Wayne jet and flying to NY was not enough for him.

He had to make a reservation at the most exquisite restaurant in the country. With the table in the secluded part of the spot, on the balcony with the perfect view on the night skyline, illuminated by the millions of little bright flickering lights.

And despite all that wonders all over them his eyes were focused solely on her.

From the way she looked in that dress (smoking hot, cause he knew what he was choosing after all), through the way her eyes were shining, hair flowing and cheeks flushing all the way to the fact that she finally allowed herself to relax and not overthinking all the stuff about expenses or being demanding.

Dream come true.

Living a fantasy when he grabbed her hand over the table and planted a soft kiss on her knuckles looking deep into her eyes.

Getting lost in their own private paradise when after the dinner they were just standing next to the railing, enjoying the peace and calmness, his arms around her waist, her back to his chest, not caring about problems, stuff to do or other people.

It was not often they could indulge and Dick was not going to miss the opportunity of being free for one night, able to plant little soft kisses on her neck, whispering soft words of love and feeling her body so close to him, while the a sign on the hotel room door clearly announced that guests requested privacy.

The silkiness of the sheets paled in comparison to the softness and delicacy of her skin and lips.

And the silence that was punctuated by her soft sighs and breathy words couldn't have been more perfect.

His woman.

Her man.

World could wait.

After all what could it do in a clash with a blooming love?

[frogaroundandfindout]

“Hey I didn’t wanna take your place Dickster! But now yer back—I’m willing to be magnanimous! Fifty-fifty all the way! Can you see the headlines? Double threat! Criminals beware—the Nightwingers are back in town!”

“I know all about what you did, dick—the whole blockbuster thing. That’s right, and I also know that for just a second there you saw the real world. Well I’ve seen it too, my friend. You and me, Dickie-bird, we’re the only ones who know what the world is anymore! What it needs!”

“You’re right…and it sure as hell isn’t you!”

While dressed as Nightwing, Jason tries to get dick to join him. First by saving him from falling and bantering then by calling him partner and telling him that only they understand what the world needs. He’s convinced that because of what happened with blockbuster, dick understands him and his idea for the world. When dick rejects him, Jason challenges him to a “best Nightwing” contest and slashes his hand with a dagger. (Nightwing Vol.2 #119)

[gffa]

"Jump first. There's plenty of time to figure it out on the way down, I say." Okay, that's definitely not something Batman ever taught me. But I've said that exact thing. Like, a bunch of times. It even has a term. That's 'Nightwinging' it."

[mavigator]

i have to be up in 5 hours but lately i start having an anxiety attack whenever i try to go to sleep because i don’t want to have to face Tomorrow. Nightwinging it , as they’d say

[rev-wrath]

I am barging into your asks with two garden chairs tucked under my arms so we can sit down and chill.

You know me and my absolute love for crossovers and cross overing fics. So!!! What are your thoughts about fics about some of the Robins happening in parallel with the Albatross-verse? All with their separate Rs? Currently, the only thoughts I have are Dick with an R he met in Blühaven during the very early days of his Nightwinging career (I imagine his R seeing him in his discowing suit) and Jason with an R that he knew pre-death and reconnecting post-resurrection.

I’m down for the expansion of Albatross-verse. It might get a little confusing but yeah. Do what you want. It’ll probably be fun regardless.

[ladytauria]

the first angst prompt jumped into my eye

“why don’t you just go?” I think this would work lovely with Dick, honestly in my mind I'm picturing him in a bar nursing a drink with stubble on his face and absolute miserable and bitter but like

LET YOUR IMAGINATION RUN FREE

or something

as soon as you sent this, i knew exactly what i wanted to write. it just took me a while to figure out how, lmao.

but!! here we go!

warning for hurt no comfort <3

Dick isn’t usually inclined to mope. He’s a creature of action, of movement. Even when his life is burning down around him, he can always find something to be done—someone to help, some focus for his rage, some way for him to bury his feelings under a smile or a snarl.

But sometimes—

Sometimes, there was just nothing to be done. Not that Dick hadn’t tried. He’d exhausted every outlet he could, worked himself to the point of bone-deep exhaustion, and… All for nothing.

So. Now he’s here, at some seedy bar in Bludhaven; both hands wrapped around his glass, staring into the bottom like he might find the answers might be written there.

“I’d say you look like something one of Selina’s cats dragged in, but I think they’d have better taste.”

Dick doesn’t startle when he hears the voice. He doesn’t look toward it, either. Doesn’t have to, to know that Jason is sitting there; perched on the bartop, legs swinging freely, leaning back on his hands and looking down at Dick with—

Well. That’s where his imagination runs out. He doesn’t know what expression the boy is wearing—only that it likely isn’t flattering.

When he doesn’t respond, Jason huffs. “What are you doing here, Dickface?” he asks. “Shouldn’t you be on patrol right now? Nightwinging around, usin’ your natural obnoxiousness to make the criminals regret all their life choices?”

Dick just grunts. Jason’s not wrong. It’s almost one-in-the-morning—he’s one of a handful of patrons still at the bar. By now, he’d normally be two, even three hours deep into one of his routes… but he’s taking the night off. Bludhaven can survive without him for a night.

And if it can’t, well…

Add that to Dick’s list of sins.

He lifts his glass, knocking back the rest of his drink. It burns all the way down.

“Seriously?” Jason doesn’t sound impressed at all. “Man, no wonder you an’ Bruce don’t get along.”

Dick grits his teeth. “Why don’t you just go?” He spits, ignoring the look the bartender shoots him. For the first time since Jason showed up, he finally looks at him.

The white lenses of Jason’s Robin mask pierce right through his soul. “We both know if you really wanted that, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

Dick closes his eyes. Exhales a slow, shuddering breath. Then, he turns and raises his glass.

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