#richard greyson

[dxrksong]

lmao little baby men meets the BatFam.

After getting babyfied, the group sticks together until Danielle goes off on her own. Danny tries to go after her but ends up getting separated and lost.

And that's how Damien found him!

Don't worry Dani quickly found the group again but once they found out Danny is lost, they freak out!

Wes probably finds Danny first and sticks to the shadows to gather info and blackmail material. (Oh wes...)

Then Danielle, who once again wondered off.

About a week or so later Sam and Tucker find them Via Wes that found them looking around nearby.

And of course since the main three plus the baby of the group were in one place, the resident heavy hitters made it their job to both berate and protect them. (Even though they were more than able to protect themselves)

Wes just pinged Valerie on her tracker after some rouges tried to break into Wayne manor and she dragged Dash with her.

And ofc the parents of the group found out where the children went after they dissapeared! Automatic assumptions of kidnapping occurs and they openly threat the batfam.

With Dan being the oldest, he's the biggest one of the group, which made the Fam immediately assume that Dan was the mother of all these small ghosts.

Dan is not amused with that fact.

He's a man, damnit! He has a beard and everything! Stop dressing him up with insultingly, sparkly, pretty bows!!

Everyone else finds it hilarious.

So when Wes finally shows himself and visibility being a bigger threat than Dan of all people with the whord of evidence piled against them. They begged Dan to stop it with the number of kids.

Dan has no control over that. They do not know that. Dan is contemplating babyfing other ghosts just to spite them.

Next thing they know ghosts like Vlad and Poindexter show up after getting zapped by the fentons, who have gone more or less on a rampage lmao.

With every new ghost, the Batfam freak out more and more.

Constantine is eventually called and IMMEDIATELY nopes the fuck away from Gotham the MOMENT Danny makes eye contact with him.

He tells BatMan that he could not PAY him ANY amount of money to go back there.

Damien sends the phantom Fam after him somehow.

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[robinyogirl]

not my best work but he's cute

[snaileer]

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It is nearing 3am when Tim receives the perimeter alarm for Drake Manor.

He furrows his eyebrows at the little pop-up on the Batcomputer.

“Hey… Steph..?” He slowly turns his chair, keeps his eyes fixed on the screen until the last moment.

Steph pops her head up from her post-patrol stretches, “Yeah Timmers?”

“You want to come check out a perimeter alarm at my old house?” He said, already buckling his utility belt back on over his civilian clothes.

Steph shrugged as she got to her feet, “Sure, why not.”

By the time they get there, whoever has tripped the sensors is gone from the immediate boundaries.

Tim starts into the darkened pine woods in front of him, Steph grumbles but follows.

They get hardly a minute in before there’s a large crash and a scream. Immediately, they take off running towards the sound.

What they approach is something he doesn’t think even Batman could have predicted.

Danny Nightingale is there, because of course he is, and he is hanging upside down from a tree branch.

A very high tree branch; about 15ft off the ground tree branch.

There’s also a telescope hanging from his outstretched arm, the other he lifts to wave at them, “Oh hey Tim.”

Tim’s arm waves without his permission, “… hey…Danny..”

Danny goes back to whatever he was doing before they arrived, which… apparently was trying to climb the tree without letting go of the telescope. Weren’t those heavy??

Suddenly a voice called down from above them, “Do you want some help, dear?!”

Tim and Steph snapped their heads upwards, staring in awe at the woman standing at the top of the tallest pine tree Tim had ever seen.

It swayed in the gentle wind. Or maybe that was the weight of Danny moving around on its lower branches. Who could tell really.

“No I’ve got it Mom!” Danny shouted back up, finally able to leverage himself into a sitting position.

“Is your whole family up there!? What’re you doing out here?” Tim asked, bewildered as the shadowed woman shifted again to look up.

“No..” Danny looked at him like he said something stupid, “Its just us obviously, it’s not like Dad would fit on these trees.”

“Right…. Obviously,” Tim responded skeptically, watching as Danny slowly struggled to reach up to the next branch without releasing the telescope.

“I’m… ugh… star… come on.. just star… gaze… whabout… gruhhhh. What about you? Aha!” Danny got one branch up, cheering with telescope raised.

Only for it to immediately throw off his balance and he slipped over the side with a screech, making Tim and Steph lurch forward with their hearts in their throats until he caught himself on it like a sloth.

Steph wheezed with her eyes wide, “At least we know what the scream was from. You almost died!”

“I almost dropped my telescope is what I did! Alright, one more try….” Danny begun the struggle anew, “So why are you out here Tim, with friend to boot?”

Tim glanced at Steph, “I used to live here. I was checking the property alarm.”

“Huh.” Danny shrugged as he got upright, “Didn’t know it was private property. That’s probably where that fence Dad pulled off the GAV came from. He was surprised it’d managed to scratch the bumper.”

Tim felt his spirit die a little more, “Good to know.”

He watched confused as Danny looked at the tree and his telescope and then back at the tree, before collapsing the tripod limbs and tucking it close to his back under his jacket, zipping it up so he looked like a gorilla carrying its child… then proceeding to clamber up the tree like a goddamn spider.

Steph grabbed his arm roughly, face twisted in dismay, “How the hell-“

Tim sighed, closing his eyes as he watched the mother and son set up a no doubt expensive telescope precariously on the upper branches and then start stargazing.

Nevermind that they were 40 feet in the air.

“Steph, meet the Nightingales. They’re new to Gotham.”

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If one has spent a decent amount of time in an engineering lab, perhaps even been raised above (and in) such a lab, it would come as no surprise that the construction of potentially hazardous items can sometimes be accidental.

Danny’s teachers and classmates evidently do not share this sentiment when he attempts to leave their group to disarm the pipe-bomb in front of them during their field trip to the Gotham railroad museum.

Danny doesn’t get it.

“Once you accidentally make one, you figure out pretty fast how to unmake one,” Danny shrugs in reason, it’s not like it’s hard. Well, it’ll probably be a bit different because it’s not from spare pieces of a microwave but still!

“Microwaves don’t have spare pieces, Danny,” One of the chaperones says. Oh, she must have heard Danny’s mumble.

“Sure they do! Everything has spare pieces if you do it right!” Danny smiles, “Here, watch this!” Danny lunges for the bomb, dodging a reaching arm with practiced expertise.

Once he has his hands on it, he’s pulling his Fenton family goggles from his pocket and the mini toolkit his parents got -made- him for his 12th birthday. Complete with a laser cutter!

Danny uses the magnification of the goggles to get a closer look at the design, holding it up to his face. The timer seems to be a separate connection… hmm.

Danny turns his ear to it, shaking vigorously, but he pauses as shouts sound from behind him sitting criss-cross on the floor.

Except…when he turns around, nothing’s different except the group looking startled and pressing themselves farther against the wall.

“Nightingale!” Damian hisses from the herd, “What are you doing!?!”

Danny tilts his head in confusion, vision tinted slightly green through his goggles, “I’m..deconstructing it??” Danny looks down as he unscrews a few pieces, listening for the disconnection of the timer, “Thought that was obvious,” He grumbles.

Danny pulls his goggles to his forehead to get a better gauge of the wire colors before pulling two of them out. The timer display turns off.

The group seems to sag in relief as the red numbers go dead.

Danny barely notices, looking intently at the object as he turns it in his hands.

Hmmmm.

He flips his goggles back down and reaches blindly for his toolkit. Danny continues unscrewing, grabbing a different screwdriver and his mini weld set, before setting two metal grids to the side and holding it back up.

“See! Spare parts!” He says with a smile.

The green goggle tint prevents him from seeing his chaperone’s face drain of color.

It does not prevent him seeing Batman crash through the window three seconds later.

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[nerokchi]

The first of the blue eyed black hair boys

The shock i felt when i read nightwing's stuff for the first time/read wayne fam adventures to find the same dick grayson from the og teen titans

we love therapy and kind of healthily leaving the nest

[smutinlove]

prince dick grayson x knight reader that doesn't like him that much??

u can make it fluffy smutty angsty wtv 🙏

implied fem reader

sort of forbidden love??????

angsty af

i was kinda listening to a sad playlist i made...

Prince Dick was known for his scandalous activities. But those "rumors" were almost always shut down by his majesty, King Bruce.

I mean, Prince Dick was the first in line to the throne, so he had to uphold his reputation. But that didn't stop him from flirting and fucking with every maid in the palace.

You, one of the trusted knights in Gotham, were assigned to guard and shield Prince Dick. But sometimes, it felt as if you didn't really do anything.

Dick was... Dick. Currently, he's fooling around with one of the maids of the palace. You could hear her moaning. The sounds of skin slapping and Dick's voice, telling her how much of a "good girl" she was.

Honestly, it was repulsive. This was the future king of Gotham.

A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and the maid ran out. Her cheeks were puffy and red. Dick leaned against the doorframe; his bedsheets were wrapped around his hips, but that didn't cover his boner.

"What'd I do?" Dick asked, tilting his head, causing you to snicker. "Well, your Royal Highness, maybe you should be less... Dickish."

"Come on, love, you love Dickish." You rolled your eyes. "Don't call me that, Dick."

He snickered. "Original. Hey, you know what?"

"What?"

"I have a perfectly empty bed, you know." You rolled your eyes. Prince Dick was always trying to get into your pants, either with his flirtatious comments or his wandering looks.

"Dick, stop," you muttered. "Why?" he said, looking up at you with the saddest expression. "Goodnight, your royal highness." Dick nodded, taking the hint. He retreated back into his room.

The sun rose, waking up the entire kingdom, including his royal highness, Prince Dick. You stood guard the entire night; it was part of the job, right?

The door creaked open, revealing Dick. There were bags under his eyes, and his cheeks were red and puffy. Your cold demeanor melted before it froze back over. "Are you alright, your royal highness?" you asked.

"What? Yeah, of course," he replied with a smile before quickly walking away.

Strange. Could it have been about last night? But you didn't care, right? You were his knight. And he was going to be king. And you sort of loathed him.

He was bratty, annoying, stupid, and a heartbreaker. You did not need that.

You watched as Prince Dick flirted with the neighboring princess, Princess Barbara. You were five feet behind Prince Dick, occasionally listening to his conversation with the princess whenever she laughed a little too loud.

Prince Dick led her to the fountain and gave her a kiss on the cheek; it wasn't incriminating, of course. But it was living up to his reputation of being an A-grade asshole and a flirt.

You looked away as the two continued flirting. You were not jealous, right? I mean, you were just a knight. You had no business being jealous.

You watched over Prince Dick every day. He was your responsibility. You had to follow him everywhere. You watched him flirt with countless men and women. You'd watched his breakdowns and his moments of triumph.

You had seen it all. But you felt empty every time. You were supposed to feel only one thing about him, and that was the need to protect him. That was it. But how have you changed over the past few years? He was becoming king soon. After that, he could get rid of you as he pleased.

You were a few feet behind him, watching as he entered his room before you took your place. You stood outside his door, guarding and protecting him from any possible harm.

Your eyes fell down to the doorknob. You wanted and needed to do so. An exchange of words wouldn't hurt, right?

Your hand fell to the doorknob, gripping it tightly. Your brain needed it to be locked, but your heart longed for it to be open.

Your cold demeanor melted as you twisted the doorknob, opening the door slowly. "What?" Dick called out, hearing the door creak open. "Hey," he said, turning around at the sound of your voice. "Oh, hey. Do you need something? I... did something happen?" he asked.

You smiled and shut the door, venturing further into his room. He tilted his head. "What's wrong?" he asked. You wrapped your arms around his neck, "This."

You leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss. Surprisingly, he kissed back. You quickly pulled away as you felt his hands slide down to your waist. "You and me... we can't happen, okay?"

"Why?" he asked obliviously. "I'm not a princess. I have no real title. And the kingdom would not approve, okay?" You replied, tears brimming your eyes.

"No, we can make this work, okay?" Dick tried reassuring you, but how? You were just a knight. It would never work.

"I do not wanna be your sidechick, Dick!" You yelled, tears falling down your eyes. "You're breaking my heart, love." His hand cupped your cheek.

You slapped it away. "We—we would be unhappy together! We would fight all the time and we would loathe each other, okay? Why can't you understand that?" Tears fell down your cheeks.

"Please, we can make this work, I promise," he whispered.

"No, Dick, we can't. We are too different." You gave him a soft kiss on his cheek and left.

You had nothing with Prince Dick Grayson. You were simply his protector.

CAN YOU TELL I LOVE ANGST??? OMG ANGST IS ANGSTING RN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG

CAN YOU TELL I WAS LISTENING TO "YOU'RE LOSING ME?" YES? WELL, FUCK ANYWAY

[ahfrickenfrick]

nightwing at the ripe age of 25 yelling “holy bunch of villains batman” because he still thinks it’s so funny

[goddessofbees]

Dick Grayson 🌌Nightwing🪽

[frishfrosh]

I have conflicting feelings about Nightwings costumes. I LOVE the more armor looking costumes they seem to have more protection for a non-superpowered hero and look fucking bad ass, but at the same time he is a gymnast and the skin tight costume is better for movement and also make a lot of sense for him! So when I go to draw him I cant decide how to do it. (At this point might just draw him as disco-wing)

[kultdog]

[dc-vs-marvel-tournament]

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[dxrksong]

MORE BATS!!

We got Dick as a little brown bat (oh the irony)

Duke as a Yellow wing bat

Jason as an Eastern red bat (lasiurus borealis)

Bruce as a fruit bat

Cass as a barbastelle bat

Steph as a Hoary bat

Tim as a sheath tailed bat

And last but not least! Damien as a large eared pied bat!

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Prompts 10 and 14 with reader and Dick Grayson please

Brotherly Love

Short story

Warnings: None.

Is this similar to (THIS POST!)? Yes.

Is it still cute? Yes.

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~☆~

Dick had been staying at the Manor, it was nice. Usually, he was away in Blüdhaven, where he lived.

His presence brung a new vibe to the house. You could especially notice this when the bass of a pop song was traveling through every crevice of the residence. You had lost count of how many times the song he was listening to would loop. But the clock in your wall had told you how long it's been happening. The scarce knowledge of music that you have and the repetitive use of certain words had urged you to open up your phone and use the search engine.

"I'm bringin' sexy back

You motherfuckers watch how I attack"

SexyBack!

By...Justin Timberlake?

Now you had a name for the song that's stuck its self to your brain like glue.(and apparently Dicks)

You quickly hopped out of bed and into the hallway, using your muscle memory to take you to a certain brother of yours room.

You knocked loudly. "Dick!"

No response.

"Richard!" You yelled, banging on his door.

No response.

The vibrations from the music were much more noticeable as you stood in front of his door. You could feel every change in the bass as you grabbed the door handle. Slowly, you cracked open the door, hoping that you don't see anything that you don't want to. Thankfully, Dick was just sitting on his bed. You fully opened the door, causing him to look up and reach for his phone, finally turning down the song that has been playing on repeat.

"Hey, I just wanted to check if you're okay. You've been listening to SexyBack on repeat for an hour." You revealed. You watched as an overjoyed smile subconsciously formed on his lips.

"You know Justin?" He asked.

"No, I have never met Justin."

Dick let an abrupt shout of laughter fall from his lips. He leaned forward as all of the air left his body.

"Anyway, I'm going to see an old friend." He stated, standing up and showing off his outfit. "Do I look good?"

You let a smile curl on your lips. "No."

"Very funny." He whispered, rolling his eyes at you.

~☆~

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[asterraeceae]

Dick Grayson definitely has a tramp stamp.

[foxgloveciara]

Hmmmm....

Something feels....familiar...

[bolontiku]

I somehow found myself on Gothan TikTok and it's the best thing ever.

[sentient-stove]

“Do you remember when I sold my soul a few years back?”

The tapping at the keyboard did not still. “Yes of cour— Tim, you sold your soul?”

“Oh my god, you forgot.” He dramatically threw a hand against his chest, collapsing sideways out of the chair to land on the cave floor. “I’m wounded. In my cold, soulless heart, shot straight through it. You forgot I sold my soul. Dick, how could you?”

“It’s been a hectic few years-“

“It’s my soul Richard Greyson. Isn’t that important? I sold my soul to the Ghost King and now it’s apparently changed hands.”

“The Ghost King sold your already sold soul?!?”

Tim sat back up, using the BatDesk to pull himself to his feet. “Nah, apparently the og king got bested in combat and the new king now owns it. He sent me a letter. So we could meet. And potentially discuss me repossessing my soul. Anyway, are you free Thursday cause that’s when he’s picking me up and he said I could bring a friend. Cissie already said no, so you’re the next on my list.”

Dick had long since abandoned whatever report he’d been working on and was staring at Tim with what could only be described as ‘major concern.’ “Can we please backtrack to the fact you sold your soul to a Cthulhu-like entity?”

“No.”

…

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