#we make all the dick grayson red head jokes

[dudedidujust]

The daily planet runs a front page article calling superman the light of mankind

Cue the batfam launching a counter campaign in support of Signal,  the real Light of Mankind.

It starts as a joke but quickly derails into an all out war.

[jellofish-plant]

Proof of Existence

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader Summary: You were used to waiting up for Jason after patrol, but you weren’t expecting Robin to be the one to climb through your window instead. Damian Wayne is determined to prove that Jason was lying about having a girlfriend, and unfortunately, that means invading your apartment at an ungodly hour. Things only escalate when he calls in reinforcements, and by the time Jason actually arrives, he finds you in the middle of a full-blown Wayne family interrogation.

Warnings: Fluff, sleep deprivation, Batfamily chaos, Jason being grumpy but soft

[Masterlist]

You sighed, rubbing your eyes as you glanced at the clock. 2:37 AM.

Jason was late. Again.

You weren’t exactly worried he was Red Hood, after all but you hated waiting up for him, exhaustion pulling at your limbs while the city lights flickered outside your window.

You barely had time to close your eyes before you heard a rustling noise near the fire escape. Immediately alert, you tensed, but before you could reach for your phone, the window slid open.

A small, caped figure landed silently in your living room.

You blinked. “You’re not Jason.”

Damian Wayne Robin, Gotham’s tiniest menace straightened up, arms crossed over his chest as he scrutinized you with a critical gaze.

���So you are real,” he muttered.

You stared at him, still half-asleep. “Excuse me?”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “Todd claims he has a girlfriend. I assumed it was a delusion. But…” He took a step closer, inspecting you like a rare specimen. “You exist.”

“Uh… yeah?” you said slowly, watching as he started pacing around the apartment.

“This is unfortunate,” he muttered to himself.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “It’s almost three in the morning, Damian. Did you break in just to confirm I’m not imaginary?”

“I could have waited for Todd to bring you to the Manor, but that would’ve taken forever.” Damian wandered over to the bookshelf, tilting his head as he scanned the titles. “Hmph. Your taste in literature is acceptable.”

“Oh, thank God, I was really losing sleep over that one,” you deadpanned.

Damian ignored you, already moving to your kitchen. He opened the fridge, scowled, then closed it again. “You don’t eat enough protein.”

You groaned, flopping onto the couch. “Jason is going to kill you when he finds out you’re here.”

“Tt. I doubt it.”

Unfortunately, before you could kick him out, he pulled a communicator from his belt.

“You’re not—”

Too late.

“Drake, come in. I have urgent news,” Damian said, voice completely serious.

There was a brief static crackle before a groggy voice responded. “Damian, it’s late. What could possibly—”

“She’s real.”

Silence.

Then—“No f**ing way.”*

You groaned loudly, covering your face with a pillow.

A few minutes later, your front door actually opened, this time with a key Tim Drake, still in his Red Robin suit but looking like he regretted every decision that led him here.

“Oh my God,” Tim breathed, staring at you like he’d just seen a ghost. “Jason actually has a girlfriend.”

“Why does everyone think I’m fake?” you demanded.

Tim grinned. “Because Jason refuses to let us meet you. Honestly, I thought you were just an excuse for him to leave family dinners early.”

Damian huffed. “As if Todd would be clever enough for that.”

You sighed. “Okay. Great. Mystery solved. You guys can leave now—”

Knock knock.

Oh, come on.

The door opened again, and in strolled none other than Dick Grayson—Nightwing himself—looking far too excited for this hour.

“Ohhhh, this is fantastic,” he said, beaming as he took in the scene. “We finally have proof! Jason’s not making it up!”

“I hate all of you,” you grumbled, pulling Jason’s discarded hoodie over your head as if that could make them all disappear.

“Are you being held against your will?” Dick asked, only half-joking.

“No, but I will commit a crime if you don’t let me sleep.”

Before Dick could respond, the window slammed open again.

“What the hell is going on?”

Jason stood on the fire escape, mask half-off, hair a mess, and murder in his eyes.

“Oh, hey, Jason,” Tim greeted casually. “Nice place.”

Jason’s eye twitched. “Are you—why—” He ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. “It is three in the goddamn morning.”

“Yes, I noticed,” you said dryly.

Jason turned to you, taking in the way you looked tired, wrapped in his hoodie, blanket half-falling off the couch. His jaw tightened. “Baby, why are you still up?”

You gestured vaguely to the three idiots in your apartment. “Ask them.”

Jason’s glare could’ve set the building on fire. “What the hell are you all doing here?”

“Confirming she’s real,” Damian said simply.

Jason groaned. “Are you kidding me? You—” He pointed at Damian. “Go home. You—” Now at Tim. “Stop enabling this. And you—” Dick raised his hands before Jason could finish.

“Relax, Jaybird,” Dick said, smirking. “We’re just excited to meet the girl you’ve been hiding.”

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hate all of you.”

“Are you two really dating?” a new voice cut through.

Stephanie Brown Batgirl was standing by the window now, her blonde hair messy from a night’s patrol. She crossed her arms, raising a brow at you. “I’m sorry, but I had to see for myself. I really thought it was just some weird ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ thing.”

“Oh my God,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

“I’m just here for the popcorn,” Duke Thomas The Signal grinned from the doorway, joining the chaos with his own brand of enthusiasm.

Jason stood frozen, arms crossed, looking like he was about to explode. “This is not happening.”

“Oh, it’s happening,” Dick teased, leaning in and nudging Jason. “You can’t hide her anymore.”

Jason groaned, rubbing his face. “I swear to God…”

“Jason, relax,” you said, trying to calm him down, but your voice still laced with amusement. “Your family’s just a little... excited.”

Jason turned to you, his expression softening just a little. “I’m sorry, baby.” He pulled you close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I didn’t expect them to turn up like this, but…” He shot his family one last glare before pulling you closer. “I think I need some alone time with my girlfriend now.”

Everyone groaned in unison.

“You know what, fine,” Tim sighed, pushing himself off the wall. “We’ve gotten the proof we need. No more interruptions. You two have a good night.”

“You guys are the worst,” you muttered, laughing as Jason huffed beside you.

And when they finally filed out, leaving you alone with Jason, you sank back into his arms, letting the chaos of the Batfamily fade into the background.

Jason chuckled softly, kissing the top of your head. “Well, at least they like you.”

You smirked. “Yeah, I think I’ve officially been inducted into the Batfamily now.”

Jason snorted. “They’ll never leave us alone again, will they?”

“Not unless we’re really convincing at family dinners,” you teased.

Jason sighed, but there was a fond look in his eyes. “Maybe we’ll make a run for it next time.”

You laughed softly. “Sounds like a plan.”

[mixingandmelting]

Hii,

I'm not sure if your requests are open but I wanted to ask you if you could write a Dick Grayson x reader one where the reader is the daughter of one of Bruce's business partners and they meet at some sort of charity gala and he's instantly smitten with her.

Feel free to ignore this if you have too much to do.

Thanks ❤️

Witty, charming, and someone who matches his humor. He didn’t think he’d hit the jackpot tonight. Initially he had simply wanted to keep you company after seeing you all alone at your table. He expected either shy and sheltered or spoiled and flirty.

“A table for one at a gala?”

“What do you mean? Can’t you see I’m actually with three others?”

“Oh really? And they are…?”

“Me, myself and I.”

It comes with a pleasant surprise how the roles reverse and it’s him getting entertained by you. He lost track of how long he stayed at your table, unable to stop himself from chatting with you. You’re where the party’s at in this boring event and it confuses him how no one else has attempted to strike up a conversation with you for this long. Not that he’s complaining; he’s plenty satisfied to have you to himself. Your jokes draw genuine laughter from him while your laughter is just as infectious. The way your eyes sparkle and crinkle as you do- he rests his head onto his hand, admiring it and not wanting it to disappear. He can’t get enough. 

There’s no barrier or rich people’s behavior seen despite you introducing yourself as the daughter of one of Bruce’s many business partners and him as Bruce Wayne’s adoptive son not too long ago. Not even an hour in and you both are acting as friends that haven’t seen each other in ages. Perhaps even more if he plays his cards right tonight. Take you out for a nice walk. Grab something to eat. If you’re into it, watch a movie. All of the ideas that come from him jesting about rich people never imagining or having no knowledge of what the common people do for fun only for you to snort about how else were you to learn to talk and behave like them then. 

“Earth to Dick?”

Oops. He flushes under the smirk that dances on your lips, caught red-handed for day-dreaming his date with you. Not that you’d know the last part, but still.

“Am I starting to bore you yet?”

Yet? This whole time you were trying to get rid of him? The grin you give as you take a sip of whatever’s in your flute tells him otherwise. Returning one of his own, he’s about to respond before someone behind him calls your name. 

Turning around are your parents, walking side-by-side with none other than Bruce who raises an eyebrow at him. Ugh. Great. He most definitely won’t hear the end of this one. Looking back at you, he catches a spark of wistfulness in your eyes that quickly disappears as you give him one last smile. 

“Seems like that’s my cue.”

“Wait.” He’s conscious with his grip on your arm, gentle yet firm to grab your attention. “If you’re into it, mind giving me your number and we can hang out later?”

You bite your lip when you’re thinking. Good to know; definitely something that won’t leave his mind for a while. He tries not to show how giddy he is when you extend your phone out towards him. Giving him a tiny wave, you leave while telling him you would text him. The rest of the night goes uneventful as he mingles with others, half paying attention to what they say as he continues to think about you. Others including his family who wouldn’t stop giving him crap. 

It’s once he reaches back to his place and comes out of the showers, he gets a text. Drying his hair with a towel in one hand, he looks to see your name with a sunglasses emoji under your number. His heart somersaults and he fist pumps the air. He can regret not sleeping tomorrow morning, for now all he wants is to talk to you and make the date between you and him a reality.

[fluentmoviequoter]

hiiiii ♡ would be able to write something where reader is Jason Todd's girlfriend, friends to lovers situation so they've known each other a long time but she doesn't know about any of the vigilante stuff, And one day she's late making her way back to thier apartment but Jason is also making his way home but he's still in all the Redhood gear and reader bumps into him and is absolutely terrified out of her mind like just in complete terror of him. And she runs home and locks the doors and the windows and is a little shaken up. Jason finally arrives home obviously not as redhood lol And anyway he has to comfort her and just how would he react knowing that he scared the shit out of her and that she's this much afraid of redhood

Hi!! Of course! This is my first Jason Todd request and I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart!! I love him so much and this is an incredible idea. I added my own spin to the ending, but I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!🤍

Warnings: angst, fluff, Dick Grayson is nosy

Word Count: 2.3k+ words

A/N: This isn't a specific adaptation/characterization of Jason Todd, but I do mention that he's built like a brick wall, so it's probably not Titans!Jason. The gif fit, though, so. If anyone has more Jason Todd requests, please send them!

PART 2 - Love, The Man Under the Hood >

Masterlist | DC/Jason Todd Masterlist | Request Info

The Man Under the Hood

“Are you going to tell her?” Dick asks, raising his gloved hand for Jason to hit.

“I don’t know,” Jason grunts between punches.

“She stayed through everything else.”

“We were friends then, it was different.”

Dick drops his hands, and Jason sighs, lowering his guard. Jason raises his eyebrows, preparing for one of Dick’s infamous lectures.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do,” Dick begins before laughing at Jason’s surprised look. “I’m really not, but you’ve known her for a very long time. Just, don’t wait too long, because then it just looks like you don’t trust her.”

“It was different for you. Nightwing wasn’t feared. Telling her that I’m Red Hood tells her that I’ve done things that- that most people never consider.”

“She loves you. As you make the decision, just remember that.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Growing up in Gotham and playing in the streets (even when you shouldn’t have) introduced you to Jason Todd very early. He quickly became your friend, and when you lost him, you were finally ready to admit you loved him. But it was too late. The feelings that you were trying to navigate multiplied tenfold, and every time you pass his grave, they come back to the surface.

The cemetery is on your way home, and sometimes you can’t help but walk in. You can navigate to his headstone with your eyes closed, and everything else drifts away as you stare at his name.

“There’s a joke about the morbidity of this somewhere, I just know it."

Two large hands land on your waist, turning you around and pulling you into a kiss that takes your breath away. Breaking the kiss, you wonder what life would be like if Jason had never disappeared.

“Sorry,” you murmur. Kissing Jason is new and still catches you off guard, like you’re dreaming.

“Don’t apologize,” Jason whispers, brushing his fingers across your cheekbone. “Of all the places to hang out,” he adds with a bright smile.

“Why didn’t Bruce get it taken down?”

Jason shrugs. “The reminder? The idea that something else could happen. I really don’t know,” Jason half lies. He isn’t ready to tell you that he really did die and is happy to let you think it was just a ransom kidnapping gone wrong.

“What?” you ask, pressing your palms against his chest. “You disappeared into that pretty head again.”

“I’m just glad we’re finally more than friends,” Jason says, pressing his lips to yours.

“Me too,” you reply against his lips.

You’ve been friends much longer than lovers, so spending time together is not new, but being able to touch, kiss, and tell him what you feel is. While you think about how much you like the newness, Jason struggles to decide when or if to expose who he is.

He trusts you; he does, but he doesn’t want to scare you away or put a target on your back. Nightmares about you finding out and leaving while he’s gone plagued him for months after returning to Gotham and seeing you again. 

“Do you have to go back to the manor yet?”

Jason shakes his head, looping an arm around your shoulders. “You’re stuck with me for a few more hours.”

“Oh no.”

Jason pulls you against his side, smiling as he kisses the top of your head.

Not yet, he decides. Not never, just not yet.

✯✯✯✯✯

Jason feels Dick’s eyes on the side of his mask, a distorted sigh leaking out.

“What do you want?” he asks.

“You didn’t tell her,” Dick – Nightwing – accuses.

“We’re kinda in the middle of something here, Wing.”

“They can wait. Right, criminals?” Dick asks over his shoulder.

“Sure,” one of them answers, a batarang through his jacket keeping him stuck to an alley wall. “Take your time.”

Dick raises his hands to ask, “Why?”

“I thought you weren’t going to tell me what to do,” Jason sighs.

“Changed my mind. Look, I obviously understand the purpose of secret identities, but you love her, and she deserves to know.”

“You haven’t told your girl?” the thief asks. “Why not?”

“Shut up,” Jason growls through the hood.

“What are you really scared of?” Dick whispers before turning away.

Jason and Dick leave the criminal in the alley when police sirens approach, finding a rooftop to wait on. Gotham is never quiet for long, and breaks on patrol are few and far between.

“I’m going to tell her,” Dick announces. “Not about you. About me. Maybe that will convince you.”

“Don’t.”

“Jaybird.”

“Don’t ‘Jaybird’ me, Dick,” Jason argues, standing and pacing. “You don’t understand what I’m dealing with here. You tell Babs you’re Nightwing and she says, ‘Oh, wow, thanks for keeping us safe.’ I tell the woman that I love that I’m Red Hood and her first thought is the duffel bag fiasco, or the suicide spike at Arkham, nothing about me being a savior.”

“Everyone in Gotham knows that you’re not like that anymore. Besides, knowing that you did something bad isn’t a make-or-break situation.”

“Begging for forgiveness won’t do much if she leaves while I’m on patrol.”

Dick tilts his head toward Jason. “You’ve thought about this.”

Jason flexes his arms as he links his hands behind his neck. “Every time I consider doing it, I have a nightmare about her leaving.”

“You’re letting a nightmare control you, Jay.”

“Just- give me a little time, Dick. I can protect her from everything without telling her. Me included.”

“What if she doesn’t want to be protected from you? What if she wants you as you are?”

✯✯✯✯✯

Jason can’t remember the last time he was this tired after patrol. Damian had too much sugar or something and drug Jason all over Gotham. He needs to see you, and as Red Hood makes his way through the streets of Gotham, Jason keeps his mind on you, prepared to ditch the helmet and hold you until he can’t anymore.

Meanwhile, you’re walking home from work. Jason likes to be on the phone with you while you walk alone, but it’s late, and he’s probably at a family dinner. Looking down at your phone, you have a short message from him, but before you read it, you walk into what feels like a brick wall.

Gloved hands grip your biceps to keep you upright, and when you look up, you see the infamous Red Hood looming over you. Your mind wavers between fight and flight as you try not to scream, leaning away with wide eyes. You swallow harshly, and the eye slits of the mask fix themselves on your face.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

You flinch back at the sound of his voice, and his hands immediately fall away from you. Falling back, you catch yourself on your hands and scoot backward, terrified of what he’ll do to you. Red Hood has been working with the bats and birds, but the memory of what he was like before still looms over Gotham like the rain clouds that never dissipate.

He steps back, moving his hand toward his belt, and you gasp, freezing where you are.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, standing slowly. “Please don’t hurt me.”

It’s Red Hood’s turn to freeze, and unknown to you, Jason is falling apart under the mask. The pure terror in your eyes is the exact thing he’s been trying to keep you from.

“It’s okay, it’s my fault,” he rushes to say, leaving his hands where you can see them. “I’m not going to touch you.”

You nod slowly, moving backward as you clearly don’t believe him. Once you reach the corner, you turn and run. If he wanted to follow you, he could do so with no problem, but you don’t spare a glance over your shoulder as you run as fast as you can toward your home.

Jason’s shoulders drop as he watches you run, beating himself up for everything: for not telling you, for scaring you, and for putting you in this position. He can’t tell you now; he missed his chance, and there’s no way you’ll want him. His nightmare is coming to life around him, and he can’t wake up.

Your phone is lying on the ground, and Jason stoops to pick it up, slipping it into his pocket. Maybe you’ll still want to see Jason tonight. If someone like him can be so lucky.

✯✯✯✯✯

Your keys slip from your fingers several times as you struggle to unlock your door. Panting and blinking quickly to keep your tears from falling, you finally open the door, and once you're inside, slam it behind you and lock all three deadbolts.

Leaning against the door, you slide down it and hug yourself, wishing you had picked up your phone. You want to call Jason; you need him, but hopefully, he’ll come over when he can.

Something flies past your window, and you leap to your feet, walking through every room to ensure all the windows are locked. 

✯✯✯✯✯

Jason takes his time following you. He can move quickly, especially for a guy his size, but after seeing how you looked at Red Hood, at him, he’s more than happy to go a little slower. Taking the long way, he drops his stuff off at his place, keeping your phone in his pocket.

As he walks, he wonders what to say or do to convince you to stay. Sure, you were terrified of Red Hood, not Jason Todd, but the two are not mutually exclusive and never will be. Part of him wants to take Dick’s advice and tell you, but the idea of it not working (or ending like he thinks he will) makes the decision impossible.

He takes a deep breath before knocking on your door, and when there’s no answer or footsteps inside, he hits the door again, saying your name.

“It’s me,” he adds.

Your footsteps sound before three deadbolts click. Opening the door, you move into the hallway to hug Jason tightly. He returns the hug, pulling you up against him as he carries you inside and closes the door behind him. Flipping all the deadbolts, he knows he can keep you safer than they ever could, but that requires trust. Trust from you and from him.

As you cling to him, his heart is torn between leaving you before he scares you again or comforting you all night. When you adjust your grip on him, pressing your cheek against his pec just above your heart, Jason decides to stay. 

If she’s this afraid of Red Hood, what will she do when she finds out who he is? Jason wonders.

Pushing the thoughts away, Jason holds you close, rubbing his hand up and down your back while the other rests against your hip. The weight of his arms against you is comforting, and you focus on his heartbeat and the sound of his voice.

“You’re alright,” he whispers, his voice rough. “Take a few deep breaths.”

You do as he says, attempting to match your breaths to his. It takes several minutes, but your heart rate slows as your breath evens out.

“Thank you,” you say, moving your chin against his chest to look up at him.

He smiles, though his lips stay together, and it’s not as big as usual, running a hand over your hair.

“Can I- can I talk to you about what happened?” you ask, leaning into his touch.

He nods, and something akin to dread flashes through his eyes. You write it off as nervousness that you were hurt or threatened, which wouldn’t be unbelievable in Gotham.

“I was walking home, I got off late but didn’t want to call you and bother you.”

Jason wonders how different things would be if you had called, but rather than interrupting, he nods to acknowledge he’s listening.

“Then I turned into an alley, and I bumped into Red Hood. And, I mean, I know he’s not the same as when he first arrived in Gotham.”

Hope blooms in Jason’s chest at your words.

“He works with Batman, and Nightwing, and the rest of them, and they’re good. I’ve heard from my coworkers who live in the Hill that he’s making a difference, for good, but,” you trail off, looking away from Jason as you shatter his hope that you see a different side of Red Hood. 

“But what?” he asks quietly.

You shrug, and Jason takes the opportunity to move. He pulls you with him as he sits up, tugging you into his lap as you look up at him. His arms wrap around your waist as his fingers brush up and down against your side.

“I think the reason he scared me so much is that there’s no way to tell what he’s thinking. The rest of them, you can see part of their face, but he hides everything. And he’s just so big, I looked up and felt so small that I knew if he wanted to hurt me, he could.”

He would never hurt you, Jason thinks.

“I guess I didn’t like being in that position where I knew he could do anything but had no way of knowing if he would.”

Jason leans back toward the back of the couch. The fear that you’re expressing is based on reasons that apply to him, the man under the mask.

“You got scared because he’s so big? And unreadable?” Jason clarifies, applying the adjectives to himself.

Your eyes are fixed on him, dropping to his shoulders and waist quickly, looking at his build (and noticing the shape of a phone in his pocket, aware that he set his to the side to hold you) before you hum. “Kinda like you,” you muse quietly.

Jason’s brows furrow, and you move your arms, causing Jason to drop one arm to his side.

You watch his movement, then look into his eyes. You lean toward him and smile, cocking your head as you ask, “But you can protect me. Right, red?”

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Finally reading "Under the Red Hood" for my story, Dick Grayson V Gotham and some notes about what exactly happens here:

Jason's helmet really is a whole ass red circle with eyes, isn't it.

There's constant internal monologue about how much Batman cares about his kids. From Alfred and from Batman.

There's a whole ass woman who I have never seen referenced before called Onyx? Who's apparently the "only other hero allowed in the whole of gotham... other than catwoman".

Bruce recognizing Jason just based on how he fights and plans is beautiful, even if bruce doesn't believe it yet.

Superman's over here flirting with Bruce, going "we could have gotten tickets to the theater if you'd called ahead 😘😘" while bruce is traveling all over the world to figure out if his baby boy might be back from the dead.

Lowkey sad that Jason doesn't have the skunk stripe. I know it was fanon that occasionally became canon, but I still like it.

Wow, this Robin!Jason flashback is really giving us good views of the scaly panties, >:P

So, during the flashback, Bruce brings up the idea that Jason has a "mean streak" in comparison to how Dick was. But it's not that Jason was "mean" and Dick "nice"--Dick has a massive temper, even if canon rarely allows him to acknowledge it--but with Dick... Everytime he was Robin, I think he was still in the mindset of "performer". There was a bit more disconnect between him and the criminals of Gotham, because the fights were more like acts. Jason performs too, but he's very personal about it. This is his city, he's taking all these crimes personally and even when he's "performing" it's still Jason Todd, while Dick's Robin is more so a mask. IDK, this is just the vibes I'm picking up.

I really love the panels after Jason blows up the meth lab. The way the colors are... it makes Jason almost look like he's teared up? It's beautiful.

Oh great, Slade's here. No wonder this things so damn long

You know what, Slade? I'm on Black Mask's side here. A nazi and a hyena man? You can find better hired help on Craigslist.

Just finished the fight, and I'm STILL on Black Mask's side. Slade, who the fuck are these losers!?

Yes, Jason baby, kill the nazi!

Jason got them Christmas presents! That's sweet!

Slade, why the FUCK were you here? Did you see Nightwing was in town and go "lol, this'll be funny"?

Black Mask really calling himself Daddy around Jason... wasn't a joke. Huh.

There are some very nice parallels after Jason reveals his identity to Bruce. Bruce was too late to stop Joker's bomb, he was too late to stop the bomb in the meth lab. Bruce was too late to stop his son from getting attacked by a supervillain, but Bruce was faster now, good job! And Bruce never killed his son's killer, and he won't kill Stephanie's killer either. It's like he keeps testing Bruce to see if he really has to go through with his plan with the Joker.

Actually, it wouldn't surprise me if Jason's entire beef with Black Mask was because of his part in Stephanie Brown's death.

...I don't really like the idea of Jason calling himself a zombie after Joker did it.

Jason wiped the smile off his face, goddamn! (And don't think I didn't notice how similar Joker and Jason's laughs are, comic artists. Sure, maybe that's just how cackling laughter was drawn back then, but in literature, that smells like foiling).

...THIS is when Bludhaven gets destroyed!? Really???

Also, what is this depiction of Bludhaven just... being across a river? This feels unreasonably close, why hasn't Gotham just eaten Bludhaven at this point?

IT'S A NUKE???

THEY ARE LOOKING DIRECTLY AT IT, HOW ARE THEIR EYES NOT GETTING BURNT OUT OF THEIR HEADS

I'm just realizing how many explosives there are in this series. Between the bombs the Bats use, and the bombs Jason sets up, and... what happened to bludhaven. That, kids, is what we call a theme!

Bruce really is sympathetic in this. It's subtle, which is good, I don't think anyone would have appreciated the author blaring out "BATMAN IS IN THE RIGHT, HE'S THE BEST GUY, FUCK JASON."

And Jason is getting more and more unhinged as the fight progresses.

You know, it's occurring to me that this all could have been prevented if New Jersey had the death penalty. There's no way Joker could have gotten the insanity plea so many times if they could put him in the ground for good.

...I wonder if Batman votes to reinstate the death penalty?

"But why... why on God's earth--??! Is he still alive!!??" Is just... such a good reveal. Such a good line. No wonder we're all so fixated on this character, omg.

Oh. This is why Jason thinks Batman doesn't love him.

It's the lack of reciprocation. Jason sees "killing the Joker after he killed you" as an act of love. Batman cannot provide that act, so Jason sees that refusal as proof he is unloved.

The funniest Joker's ever been:

Oh, the batarang moment. Oh no.

Oh no oh no oh no

I still feel like resurrection via Superboy punching the universe hard is still a cop-out reason why Jason's alive, but the line "Until time decided to set things right." is speaking to me.

Oh god, the buried alive scene is brutal.

Okay, so Jason came back fully sane, he definitely knew what he was doing breaking out of the coffin, but his injuries that were unhealed and getting hit by a fucking car are what caused his catatonic state. He didn't just wake up not all there, that happened because no one was looking out for him.

Okay, so 6 months dead, about a... year in a coma. It says a year for his time catatonic on the streets, then a year with Talia, still catatonic... that's three and a half years, Jason really started being the Red Hood... like what, a few weeks after he got tossed in the Pits?

...I thought the pits were green. They look gold in my version of these comics, is that normal?

EW, WHY'D SHE KISS HIM

Also, there was no brainwashing this boy, Talia literally just said "you remain avenged" and it sent Jason on this whole murder spiral, she didn't do shit

Except kiss him. which, EW

Alright, good night everybody!

[ivysangel]

in an alternate universe partition was written about dick grayson because it's so him i just KNOWWW he'd do that shit!! with his cocky smile and everything 🤭

NONNIE NONNIE NONNIE !!!!!!! saw this ask half asleep while checking my notifs and had to force myself to get some rest instead of answering it bc i got SO excited even in my delirious half asleep state. obviously i'm listening to it rn while writing this, like NONNIE ??? i'm smiling, literally not joking i'm cheesin like a fucking loser. quick ro lore before we get into the GOOD stuff: massive beyoncé stan, MASSIVE partition stan !!!! massive music lover and pop culture fiend too like this might just be my favorite ask ever. anyway.

who said in an alternate universe bc it's definitely this one. i literally ghostwrote the song with dick grayson in mind err? like i do just wanna be the girl he likes (everybody point and laugh). like the song, aside from being about super hot sex, is about being so into your partner that you'll give everything to them, do anything for them, put all this effort into catching their eye as if you don't already have it. 'take all of me i just wanna be the girl you like' (cassie in euphoria s2 is that u?) IS SOOOOOOOOOOO REAL TO ME !!!!! like i would do anything for him. (side note, why am i listening to partition and hearing jay on the bg vocals? like am i going insane orrr)

(everything under the cut is just smut)

'he popped all my buttons and he ripped my blouse/he monica lewinski'd all on my gown' and 'took forty-five minute to get all dressed up and we ain't even gon' make it to this club' ??? oh exactly. you put all this effort into looking good for him, and unlke CASSIE in eufuckingphoria season 2, it works out for you oh my god it does. 'driver roll up the partition please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc...car sex. but you're not going to a club, no it's a wayne enterprises gala and you don't even get there until hours later because you're almost fully naked in the back seat getting dicked down by dick grayson !!

'handprints and footprints on my glass, handprints and good grips all on my ass' ugh real music literally real fucking music. you're straddling him as he manspreads, cock buried in you, and your fingernails are digging into the black leather seats. his ties been loosened, shirt opened, and there's red smudged on top of blooming hickeys. the glass is foggy, the only semi clear parts being your handprints from when the pleasure got overwhelming. 'now my mascara runnin', red lipstick smudged/oh, he so horny yeah, he want to fuck' like it's dick grayson, he'd fuck you into next week on a normal day so ofc he'd do it when you get all dolled up. ofc everyone's wondering when pretty boy grayson's gonna make an appearence in front of the flashing cameras. 'over there i swear, i saw them cameras flash' rolls down the partition just a smidge, to tell the driver to park somewhere private so you're not caught in an extremely compromising position. not that he really cares, everyone already knows he gets play anyways, it's more about your comfortability. tits out and pussy facing the world, on the cover of tmz and shit bc he got just a bit too cocky. no never that.

'cheauffer eavesdroppin' tryin' not to crash' you and the driver both end up getting a tip that night. he's sorry, he really is. but he just couldn't resist you, not when you were dressed like that. your intention was to have amazing mind blowing sex with dick that night but not in the back of a moving car. 'driver roll up the partition, please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc it was just supposed to be some quick head and now his pants are ruined, your dress is torn, hair messed up on both ends, and the amount of hickeys between the both of you is concerning.

you'd do it all again tho, and he knows you would. shit, he would too !!! and that's so evident in the way he teases you for the next few weeks about it. asking if he should take the dress to the dry cleaners knowing it looks like you'd been in a fight, suggesting you wear the lipstick shade from that night, asking if you need a cheauffer anytime you have to go anywhere, and giving you knowing looks everytime someone asks why you guys showed up at the gala over an hour late. "wardrobe malfunction and car trouble." he says with a smile. it looks normal to whoever you're talking to but you know it holds a level of cockiness that is so completely unfathomable, a level of cockiness he only gets when he fucks you.

(got a little carried away nonnie my b. ughh how i love a good lyrical breakdown, even out of order lol. seriously, this made my day. literally woke up and got straight to it. did not proofread this bc i...just woke up lmao)

[haveihitanerve]

These Aren't Guards-

“Bruce? Your phone is ringing.” Dick Grayson called, not bothering to move from his place on the couch. Bruce sighed, but ambled downstairs, picking up the phone. “Yello?” he asked, pressing the phone to his ear. “Now?” dick frowned, setting his own phone down and glancing over. Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes. yes of course ill be there in a bit.” he sighed, hanging up. “Dad? Everything alright?” DIck asked in concern. Bruce waved him off. “Clark called. Theres a League meeting. Lantern needs some help with these-” he waved a hand, trying to find the words. “This other alien species i guess, and the other Lanterns are refusing to help because its not technically a threat. yet.” Dick frowned. “Huh. need backup?” Bruce cocked his head. “You don't have anything better to be doing?” Dick shrugged. “Not today not really no.” Bruce shrugged. “Okay. You’re welcome to join me if you wish chum. At least then the meeting wont be a complete waste of time.” Dick laughed and stood, following his father down the stairs to the Batcave. “Hey B. Dickwad.” Jason greeted, sitting on the table, cleaning his guns. “Is that my rag-?” bruce groaned. “You know what? I don't even care anymore.” Jason grinned, dropping the rag, and whispered in a staged voice. “I finally win.” Bruce rolled his eyes, moving to his suit ti get changed. “Woah whats going on here? A daytime patrol? I thought we have duke for that.” Dick laughed. “We do. B has a League meeting and i volunteered to come along.” Jason jumped off the table. “Wait- for reals? I wanna come.” Bruce arched a brow, slipping on his suit. “You do?” Jason nodded. “Hell yeah. I haven't been up there since i was robin.” Bruce shrugged. “Alright. Suit up.” Jason grinned. “For real old man?” Bruce shrugged. “The meetings probably going to go in circles for a while, useless bickering, getting nowhere and achieving nothing, if you want to provide me with some entertainment while we’re there, then by all means.” Jason laughed. “Bet.” They suited up quickly and Bruce led the way to the zeta tube. “Jason, you made a fair point. Neither one of us has been up there since we were last robin. And most of the heroes don't know us.” Jason grinned as Bruce groaned. “Oh this is gonna be fun.” 

“I called Batman, he should be here shortly.” Superman informed the other few members of the justice league that had arrived at Lanterns call. Wonder Woman nodded. “Good. then we can begin-” “they just showed up in the tube.” Flash informed them. “They?” Lantern asked, walking over. Barry frowned, but nodded. “Yeah. They.” The other JL members frowned, leaning over to see the monitor and what Barry was looking at. To their surprise, Batman was accompanied by two other men, both around his height, flanking him. “Is there a new bounty on Bats head we don't know about?” Green Arrow joked. “Whats he need bodyguards for?” The others shrugged. Before they could discuss it further the doors slid open and Batman walked in. “Is everyone here?” he asked without greeting. (although technically that was his greeting) “Yes. We can begin.” Superman nodded, and his eyes drifted behind him questioningly. Batman ignored all of their inquiring looks and took his seat, the two men taking their places behind him. “Um, we can get more chairs, for your um, guests.” Diana offered. Batman shook his head. “They'll stand. Its fine. Lets begin shall we?” The JL exchanged glances, but shrugged. 

“My legs hurt.” Jason murmured into the comm. Dick huffed a laugh. “Shut up jason.” he muttered. “Code names dickie.” Jason twittered back, his moving lips hidden by his red hood. (who'da thunk it) “Not super necessary.” Bruce murmured, without moving his lips. “I've designed all of our comms to be unhackable, and managed to make it so Clark can’t hear us through them.” Jason raised his eyebrows, though neither of his companions could actually see that. “Impressive daddio.” Bruce fought hard not to roll his eyes and settled instead on casually flicking his leg. Jason smirked. “Both of you focus.” Dick hissed at them, but they could hear the smile in his voice. He was enjoying being here. And, bruce found in spite of himself, he was enjoying himself too. It had been far too long since he had brought his kids with him on League things, for good reason, but seeing as he shared everything League related with them anyways, and meetings rarely ever had direct danger, there really wasn't any reason not to bring them more often. “What do you think Bats?” Oliver asked, his hand landing on Bruces shoulder. Bruce felt rather than saw Dick and Jasons contempt for the action, so much so that he truly didn't know how he felt about the casual touch. Jason stepped forward and in one move had wrenched Olivers hand back, pushing him away. “Back. off.” he snarled. Dick was at his side, none of the Nightwing ease in his stance, no easy smile. No, it was all Jason, Red Hoods anger seeping into his posture, making him glower rather than grin. “Okay.” Oliver lifted his hands in surrender, taking a ste back. “Geez.” he added. “I just wanted to know what you thought Bats. You didn't need to sic your dogs on me.” “birds.” Bruce muttered. He felt Jason's anger flicker slightly. He had amused his second son. Bruce fought his grin. “Its a solid plan.” he admitted. “I think if you use Superman instead it would go over better though. He has the reputation as Earths defender. That will earn him respect.” the others nodded. “Okay. So its settled? Kal will fly out with Lantern?” The league all murmured their agreement. “Good. Then i hereby declare this meeting adjourned.” Bruce stood, and Dick and Jason backed up a few steps, allowing him to move away from the table. “Is that all?” he asked. The others nodded, watching him and his birds with curious eyes. “Good. Ill see you at the next meeting.” He turned for the door, Jason and Dick falling into step behind him, when Barry spoke. “You know we’d protect you Bats. You didn't need to bring your own guards.” Bruce could feel Dick and Jason's glee. He fought his own smile, turning back. “Guards?” he frowned, looking at Jason, then Dick. “oh. These aren't my guards.” he smiled, knowing how unnerved it made the others. “These are my kids.”

[tjmsteph]

hi! ^_^

i was wondering if you could help me get into dc comics! i’ve always leaned more towards the movies/shows, video games, and fanon content.

if you have any reading guides at your disposal, i’d really appreciate them! even just naming a few starter comics would be cool.

i hope you don’t mind me asking this of you! i discovered your acc on tiktok and your edits made me wanna get more into the comics when i was formerly disinterested. your characterization takes are also pretty spot on!! :D

thank yew

IM GONNA CRY AND PUKE THANK YOU OMG getting into dc is not difficult but its also pretty challenging depending on which era you wanna read and which family you wanna get into. unfortunately im mainly a batfam-head so i have mostly suggestions about batfamily characters, i hope you wont mind :3

batman: year one is a must in my eyes but i dont see batman: ego advertised nearly as much and it pains me, its a very interesting read on the duality of bruce wayne and batman and an excellent analysis on purpose and motivations

after that, if you wish to continue reading batman related things, i suggest reading about the robins!

batman: year three (batman #436 to #439) serves as a retelling of dick and bruce’s first encounter and its the most used retelling, since it also introduces tim drake but i digress

year ones are your friends! robin: year one and robin/batgirl: year one are stories you should check out but, for the love of christ, keep AWAY from nightwing: year one. i dont know what they were thinking there. if you liked reading these, dick grayson could be the guy for you but, warning i guess, he has lots to read about so make sure to find a good reading guide for him.

after dick quits and becomes nightwing, jason todd is next and luckily the easiest read since he didnt do much except for dying (rip). he is super straight forward, batman: #408 to #425 and detective comics: #568 to #582. a good read for jason and bruce is also batman: the cult!

alas jaybin must die and so here comes a death in the family, batman: #426 to #429. im not a red hood fan personally but batman: under the red hood is kinda a must read. if you liked jason todd, i’m really sorry you’ll never see good writing again

after a death in family, you can read a lonely place of dying when that freak tim drake appears, batman: #440 to #442 alternating with new titans #60 and #61. TOOOOO GOOD. sorry.

tim drake is kinda complicated because the 90s were annoying but you can read detective comics: #618 to #621 and then after batman: #455 to #457 for the important things and him becoming robin most of all. after that the three robin miniseries, robin (1991), robin: the joker’s wild and robin: cry of the huntress are next and finally theres a big one, robin (1993)

if you like tim drake i plan on making a proper reading guide #soon so stay tuned i guess LOL. you cant have tim without stephanie brown, which kinda appears shortly after tim’s initiation as robin. detective comics: #647 to #649 are her origin story, showcase ‘95 #5 is a really underrated stephanie story and then you can just read robin (1993) since she is in there a lot.

i have a stephanie brown reading list ready to be reposted so trust it will be soon! finally damian wayne :3 read batman: son of the demon since its a way better origin for damian over the racist ‘talia is abusive and a r@pist’ morrison retcon.

damian is a really difficult character to get into cause unfortunately most of his stories are racist dogshit but the good stuff is GOOD. robin: son of batman will change your life 5ever. another fun read is robin (2021). to get hooked on daminika.

on the topic of batman’s supporting cast lets go with the batgirls. acknowledged as batgirls, we have barbara gordon tho she is largely more interesting as oracle! i wish you no harm so please don’t read the killing joke, it’s such a lame story and downright misogynistic towards babs.

just let it know that (sigh.) the joker left barbara gordon in a wheelchair. batman: chronicles #5 is genuinely one of the best stories ever, will make you weep and choke and die. after that, birds of prey (1999)’s yuriful antics will charm you.

the current batgirl, cassandra cain, is currently having an ongoing serie! her origin story is in batman: #567 and detective comics: #734. warning: she appears right in the middle of an event called batman: no man’s land so i suggest looking up batman: no man’s land reading guides if its too confusing for context. im really sorry. after that PLEASE read batgirl (2000). too good.

stephanie cheated and managed to be both robin and batgirl so you should read batgirl (2009) which is fairly context-less? or better, they explain most of the context in-comic so it should be fine.

these are the main batfam characters but, throughout reading, you might meet some new and maybe lesser known characters like azrael, huntress, anarky etc. etc.

a read that kinda exists outside all this is also gotham: academy which is quite new reader friendly and genuinely very fun.

hope you have fun :)

[mousathe14]

So this has been an interesting ongoing development that I mostly was gonna bring up because it was a little goofy but the stuff before it is kind of interesting. Basically these legislators want to regulate superheroes.

But specifically teen heroes. And not for the reasons of child endangerment like one would expect, but because they’re teens.

Which is actually an angle I never considered before. Usually these stories are about regulating superheroes because they’re potentially dangerous, cause too much damage, or need to stop being vigilantes and be accountable to someone.

This is specifically about youth. It sort of mirrors various moral panics over the past many decades about kids out in the streets influenced by dangerous media to be reckless and destructive.

You know, that nonsense.

It’s come up in the story before, some random adults railing against Young Justice and blaming video games and comics for their behavior.

And Arrowette arrowing her therapist’s murderer/ex-fiancee in the legs was kind of the final straw.

But it makes sense in context! Now I don’t believe in an eye for an eye but I think a jury would understand an emotionally compromised teenager was doing!

The problem is that there is no context. Cissie was a masked hero. The only people who knew who she was Arrowette were her therapist (basically the mother she wish she had), other heroes, and the mother that forced her into this life to behind with.

With that said she might be tried as an adult for nearly arrowing that guy in the heart so who knows.

With all that being said, here comes the goofy part.

That’s right folks. Old Justice.

I’m sure Peter David was proud of this one.

Probably took him all night to come up with this joke.

Oh hey look! The original Red Tornado with the pot on her head!

This is sort of like the Teen Titans that never were. The sidekicks of Golden Age heroes that didn’t quite make it to modern day like Dick Grayson Robin, Wally West Kid Flash, Garth Aqualad, and Donna Troy Wonder Girl.

You can tell they’re Golden Age sidekicks because their associated heroes are Justice Society members. Also most of them have, like, no powers. Which was the style at the time when it came to sidekicks. Even the Star-Spangled Kid and his adult sidekick Stripesy were both just powerless acrobats that could fight good.

But anyhow, these aren’t exactly obscure heroes here! We have Hourman and Green Lantern for pity’s sake. But their sidekicks were kind of sidelined by history!

Eh? Eh?

Ah, everyone’s a critic.

Yeah, this is where the societal moral panic comes into play.

There are some good points here about the teen celebrity phenomenon but they problem there was being pressured under terrible conditions with no proper support systems growing up or getting out of the biz. Many were abused, or had everything controlled by overbearing parents.

… Like Arrowette’s pageant mom, okay I see where there might be a problem sometimes. But this moral panic stuff is too much. They’re basically accusing youths of being youths.

Honestly I think their problem is that nobody listens to Robin and Red Tornado isn’t supervising them enough.

At least when Impulse was doing stuff in his own Max Mercury would always be off screen ready to jump in if he thought he couldn’t handle it.

Besides, Old Justice ain’t exactly squeaky clean

They may be adults but they sure know to how blackmail like adults. Admittedly it was to help Red Tornado get custody of his daughter but uh, that’s a whole other story I want to get into some other time.

And who knows what Old Justice will be up to next.

[hanluex]

♡ MARRY ME — DICK GRAYSON

bf!dick x reader | wc : 0.6k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, comedy, fluff, proposal au, mentions of petnames

it was the perfect day to propose.

the sun was shining; the birds were chirping, and you were absolutely sure of your feelings for your boyfriend.

you and dick had been dating for almost five years, and even though you knew you two were still young (at heart, at least), you wanted to propose.

it was just a proposal, after all. you weren't asking to get married that second. maybe in a year, or two … or ten. 

"you've brought me to the woods," dick claimed, smiling teasingly. "are you going to kill me?"

you laughed, shaking your head. dick has always been the clueless one in your relationship, and it was no surprise how oblivious he was now, too.

you'd been hinting about proposals for the past few weeks, and he never caught on to the hints, always focusing on something else.

it was no surprise to you, really. 

this was the exact guy who was surprised when you asked him to be your boyfriend because he thought you guys were always dating.

yep, oblivious and clueless indeed.

"i wouldn't kill you now," you joked. "maybe after we are married, so i can claim your life insurance."

dick chuckled. "ah, so i am being killed," he stated. "just not now." he intertwined your hands, swinging them as you two walked.

a massive hint, yet the man remained clueless.

the two of you finally got towards a clearing in the woods, overlooking the little town you two grew up in.

it was quite a sentimental moment for you as you took in the view, realizing you had come so far with dick and were about to take the next biggest step in both your lives.

"richie, the reason i brought you here today," you paused, taking a breath to calm yourself, "is because i wanted to ask you something."

dick turned away from the view to look at you, an oblivious smile on his face. 

"the location and view seem romantic," he stated, “are you going to propose, y/n?"

you could tell he was trying to tease you with the way he smiled, but not getting a response from you gave away that it was indeed the reason you had brought him there.

"wait … you are not saying no."

"i am not."

"oh, fuck." dick had a look of horror on his face as he realized he had just ruined the surprise for himself. "no, i ruined it! do it again!"

you chuckled, amused by your boyfriend's reactions. "babe, it's fine–" you tried to console him, but he was already pacing around.

"no, no, no." he shook his head, adamant. "you are gonna tell me you have to ask me something again, and i will not jump to conclusions and let you ask the question."

"dick, it's–"

the brunet was already running away, hiding behind a tree as he attempted to fix the proposal he just messed up.

"babe, what are you doing?"

"restarting!" he yelled from behind the tree. "now, call me out, and let's start from the top."

you smiled, knowing then and there that you were making the best decision of your life. 

of course, you wanted to marry richard grayson. how could you not?

"hey, richie. i wanted to ask you something." you played along, stifling your giggles as you watched him peek his head from behind the tree.

his cherry red ears didn't go unnoticed as he looked at you, making it harder for you not to laugh. "yeah, babe. what's up?" he asked, trying to be as nonchalant as he could.

just like you had planned, you held onto your boyfriend's hands before kneeling on the ground. smiling as you looked into his eyes, you asked the question he already knew was coming.

"would you do me the greatest honor and marry me, richard john grayson?"

the brunet smiled brightly, tears glistening in his eyes as he nodded. "of course, i will. you redid an entire proposal for me after all," he said, pulling you up towards him. "how could i ever say no?" 

yep, it was indeed the perfect day to propose.

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[redhood414]

Red string

Warnings: none. fluff. Dick Grayson X y/n. The ex boyfriend of Y\n is a made up character. I use the expression 'its raining cats and dogs' = it's raining heavily.

(Y/n POV)

Cupid sure must hate me, you thought. Everyone's speaking about their soulmate and having found them while you were into a relationship and then again out. There's that myth you believe in, a red string. They say everyone has one and that it's connected with your soulmate, but slowly you're not even sure if you have one.

Your recent boyfriend, James, was good, but eventually broke up because he felt like it was all rushed. Sure you two agreed to be friends but it hurt like hell to not text or call everyday to ramble about stupid things. Aside all that- luck wasn't at all on your side today when it started to rain cats and dogs. Just your luck. Earlier you've messages an Uber driver, also cancelled.

You sighed and couldn't help but let out a frustrated "f*ck". Suddenly an umbrella covered your head and you looked up only to see a tall man, slightly taller then you with concern, glancing down at you. "Not really the best outfit for a rainy day" he said with a frown looking a bit at your dress. Yeah, you didn't check the weather. "No, not really" you mumbled, now embarrassed. "And thanks" you add. "No problem, do you have anyone picking you up? You'll catch a cold this way" he says, frowning. "No, my Uber cancelled because he got sick" the man frowns. "Seriously? Well, in that case I can bring you wherever you need to go. My car is there" he gestures to the black Jaguar across the street. "I promise, I'm not a kidnapper" he assured you when he sees the hesitation. "Oh and the name's Richard, or Dick. Whathever you prefer."

Soon you agreed and when you got into the passenger seat with his help you noticed his hands are big and rough, the opposite of yours. "You got a name, or should I just call you mrs unlucky?" He joked ones he started the car. He's not wrong, you're not exactly in luck today. "Uh..sorry it's y/n" you say, he glancing at you and smiles. "So a pretty name for a pretty lady. Not surprised." Charming. Funny and handsome. "You must have a boyfriend" he says, not really a question but you shake your hand and his eyes raises up in surprise. "What? You must be joking" he says. "Nope, just broke up" you answer him. He scoffs. "Wow, men really became stupid these days. He must've been an idiot to throw away a girl like you" you slightly feel better and chuckle. He's nice. Richard smiles at you.

The whole ride further is filled with jokes and laughter. A comforting jazz playing on the radio and eventually he arrives at your apartment. He helps you out of the car and make sure you get inside. "Thank you for bringing me home" you say, getting slightly nervous by his handsome face and smile. "Anytime. I know it's probably too soon, but maybe I could get your number for when you feel ready? There's this lovely park we could go picnicking" he says. your heart makes a jump. Maybe Cupid doesn't hate you after all...

[malfiora]

Dick Grayson headcanon

To set up for really stupid jokes, very cool references, and super deep cuts I want to make later:

He is both Romanian and Romani. (Yes, I learned only eight months ago that these words are false cognates of each other, and yes I am doubling down on my ignorance rather than admitting fault and moving on.) Here's how it works:

Mary (nee Lloyd) Grayson is Romani. She grew up in central/western Europe, traveling with her family and the circus.

John Grayson is of Gaelic descent and his family split and moved out of Ireland/Scotland – some went to the United States (settling in and near Gotham; this is documented by the Court of Owls), while others traveled east to Romania. This is where he meets Mary. This Gaelic lineage plays out in two ways: one, the surname Grayson derives from Middle English, and two, people of Gaelic descent often had dark hair and blue/violet eyes (as opposed to later Ires who are associated with red hair and green eyes).

Why this matters (to me):

We get to retain Dick's Romani identity and highlight a connection between the Romani people and Romania. For example, this fact that I love: The lăutari who perform at traditional Romanian weddings are virtually all Romani (Wikipedia). Romania is the country that has also the fourth largest Romani population.

We see this bear out in the comics a bit. We get Mary's backstory through Raptor in Nightwing (2016), and we get Dick being set up as a Dracula stand-in in DC vs. Vampires. See below (For context, Dracula is based on real-life Romanian ruler Vlad III, nicknamed Vlad the Impaler for his tendency to put his enemies heads on spikes. Did I intentionally choose a panel of Dick impaling Bruce's chest with his fist because of this? Yes, yes I did.)

(And here's another tangent to underscore the ties that the Romani people have to Romania – in both Dracula and Nosferatu, the Romani are the ones who try to warn the main characters not to go to the castle because they know it's evil.)

[Rebirth] Nightwing (2016) #1

Text:

Raptor (narrating): She was young and full of fire. She didn't trust authority. Didn't trust anyone who thought there was more to life than jumping off something high and laughing. We went to the Hotel De Ville. We found what they'd been hiding there behind toothy smiles and empty promises. Vials of antibiotics and inoculation intended to be distributed to the poor unfortunates in the Cirque Romanes. We took what was ours. And then went to the mayor's home and took whatever else we wanted. She said he owed us. She said it was justice.

Raptor: I wasn't one to make oaths. But I made one that day. To her. To Marie the Skydancer. Mary Lloyd. Thief. Outlaw. Your mom.

DC vs. Vampires #6

Text:

Batman: [pained noise]

Nightwing: I think it's time we both stopped lying to our family, Father.

---

And we get to highlight cultural hallmarks (hopefully without stereotyping) from both communities. For example, Dick being a world-class gymnast makes a lot more sense when we remember that Romania consistently takes home gold medals for gymnastics; it is the country's top sport.

All of this to say:

This is how my brain makes sense of two seemingly contradictory pieces of information: the Grayson lineage being connected to Gotham as told in 2011 Nightwing versus Mary's backstory as told in 2016 Nightwing. While these are different canons, combining them actually makes Dick's identity more rich and realistic.

And of course I have to save face and say that in my jaydick fic Tongue Tied, I very intentionally made Dick a Romanian language instructor. (This is the first time I get to explain the rationale behind that – better late than never?)

[frost-sama-senpai-san]

Hi! I'd like to break down this Batfam piece by David Talaski!

1. Dick vs Jay: Jason is OBVIOUSLY trying to copy Dick just to prove he can, but the attention to detail in the positioning of their bodies is so incredible.

Dick's toes are pointed, creating a straight line down his leg and a very graceful angle all the way down to his hip. He's mirroring this with an open arm, posture relaxed and very comfortable. This is the body of an acrobat. He is doing it, and he makes it look easy, just like Nightwing should.

Jason? Homie is STIFF. He's doing it, ofc, through sheer strength and force of will, but nothing about his body is relaxed. His foot (🐶) is flexed, and arm is actively fighting gravity. CAN he fly through the air ala Dick Grayson? Teeth and butthole clenched, maybe, but my man is a brawler through and through. Red Hood doesn't CARE about how he looks. He gets the job fucking DONE.

Another small detail, Dick's shoulders are bigger, which makes sense since my guy is swinging all around everywhere. On the flip, Jay's thighs are bigger. Again — makes sense, my guy is taking the stairs.

(Jay is wearing a shirt mayhaps bc of his autopsy scars?? Whoooo knows! Dick is shirtless because he's very aware he's Hot Shit????? Also could be who knows)

2. Tim and Steph: This one is so funny to me bc Tim is, obviously, very strong, but he's the smart one. He tricks baddies into hurting THEMSELVES. He's got the musculature to get the job done, but he's not a Brick Shit House like Jay or Bruce. I don't doubt he is fully capable of supporting Steph's weight, but look at his FACE — he is locked the Fuck in. Steph? She's spinning like a ballerina. Again, this is SUCH a good detail that reflects their characterrrrs.

Spoiler? She gets her shit done with a smile on her face. She fights against difficult, impossible odds again and AGAIN, and the WHOLE time, she's cracking jokes, keeping it light. Never letting them see her sweat.

Robin (Red and Drake), does not give a shit!!! About how he comes off!! My guys focuses in and gets the job done!! I'm obsessed with this!!

3. Damian: His ass is not listening!!! I actually really like the choice to put him in a pose all by himself. I don't really remember when this image was created, but we know early in Damian's story, he was unwilling to change himself to better mesh with the ideals of his new family. His whole life has been 100% about him, himself, his development, and his future as the demon's head, and the fated heir to Batman. He has his back to all of them, even if he IS paying attention (the look on his face HAS to be annoyance idc), he isn't going to let them KNOW that. His focus is on his form and his training. Homie has NOT learned how to have fun yet and that's okkkk king your family loves you

Anyways the image fux and David Talaski does not miss ty

[klbwriting]

Not Romeo, Not Juliet

Chapter 9: A Little Wild

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: minor violence, angsty af Jason, semi-bad father Bruce Wayne

Summary: Dick blocked YN's number and Jason isn't please

Notes: so this story is turning out longer than I imagined and I'm pretty sure it's going to have a sequel; I know where I'm ending this one but so much is going to remain unresolved that I'm going to need a second part, also I think my favorite thing in this fic is Jason's crush on Annabeth Chase, it makes me laugh every time it comes up

If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.

— HENRY VIII, ACT 1 SCENE 4

Jason had texted YN that night from the ER and she had said she would talk to him the next day but then she didn’t text him that whole day. He thought maybe she had been scared, worried, annoyed, a plethora of less than flattering thoughts filled his head, but she had never just disappeared on him so at school on Monday, when he wasn’t under the watchful eye of Dick, he tried to text her and found that her number had been blocked and he wasn’t able to unblock it. He held tight to his anger that day, using it for play practice, enough so that the director asked for him to stay after. He didn’t want to, he wanted to get home and punch his brother in the face before demanding he undo the block on YN’s number, but his director had been nothing but kind of supportive to him, so he stayed, keeping the rage locked down, eyes a striking green at the moment.

“How do your eyes do that color changing thing?” she asked him as he sat on the edge of the stage by her. He shrugged; fist clenched at his sides. She could see he wasn’t in the mood for her jokes, so she took a more serious tone. “I appreciate that whatever you are angry about you are using for act five, but you actually punched Matt and that wasn’t great.” Jason nodded, he knew that had been too much, but he honestly thought Matt was lucky it would just be a black eye and not a broken nose. “You want to talk about it, or should I just send you home to glower?”

“My brother is being an ass,” he said, glancing at her to see if she would harp on his language. She just nodded in understanding. “There’s this girl and he doesn’t like me seeing her because of who her dad is. She is great, but he says we don’t actually know her.” Jason didn’t know why his theater director was so easy to talk to, besides his therapist and YN she was the only person who actually seemed to listen to him, and he needed that. He needed someone to see him as he was, not his past or what he could be in the future but who he was right now. Dick didn’t understand that, couldn’t settle on who Jason was in this in-between world. He wasn’t Robin anymore, but he wasn’t whatever was coming next, he was just confused and somewhat lost. She seemed to get that, and she probably saw a lot of kids like him wander through, trying to make sense of their lives, maybe that’s why she always knew what to say.

“Sounds like he has his reasons, they’re not good ones at all, but maybe you should talk to him about those reasons,” she suggested. Jason hung his head, shaking it. “Look, I have seen your file, it’s a very thick packet of papers, they describe a kid who came from a less than happy home life to become a child of one of the richest men in the world. Then you stopped being Jason Todd and because almost a carbon copy of Dick Grayson, your older brother. Bruce Wayne knew what he wanted in a son and you seemed to give that too him for a while. I can’t exactly say what happened after you were expelled from Gotham Magnet Academy, but I know that the fight you got in wasn’t your fault. There was nothing to suggest that you would attack anyone…”

“It was my fault,” he said softly. Jason hated thinking about that day, the day that Bruce had probably given up on him. Sure he had kept him, he was still Robin, but he had been pulled from school, forced into home school, all because Jason had refused to believe he was wrong. Bruce didn’t always know best, Jason was smart despite what his adoptive father thought. He knew that Penguin had an illegitimate son in his school and Jason would prove it, get the kid to talk. He had been a classmate of his in science, quiet, but with a mean streak that even Jason didn’t fully find out about until he found the kid cutting lines onto a girl in an empty classroom. She had broken up with baby Penguin after only dating a month, which in terms of 8th grade relationships, was a long time, and he hadn’t taken it well. Jason had stopped him, saving the girl, who had run out of school that day and never came back, never told anyone why Jason had put that boy in the hospital. Jason had been expelled, that boy had been proven by Bruce to not have any relation to Penguin, just a slight resemblance in how cruel his eyes were, that Jason took as proof. It was the same recklessness that had led Jason to chasing the Joker on his own. Led to him being cornered while Joker beat him to death in that empty funhouse. Jason still wasn’t sure whether Bruce left him to die or not. Jason was a ticking time bomb, maybe Dick was right to block YN from his life. He wouldn’t be any good for her.

“Jason, you were 14, kids get into fights and that kid was bad news if you ask me,” she said. Jason looked at her, how did she know so much? She smiled at him. “You’re a good kid Jason Todd and you’ll be a good man someday if you let yourself heal from whatever trauma you experienced. Right now, you’re holding onto the pain, and its going to take a long time, but you have to let it go and let yourself move past it.” Jason nodded slowly, still curious why his theater teacher knew so much about everything, but he was late, and he knew Dick was still tracking him. He said thanks and departed for home.

Dick was waiting for him when he got back, on the phone, and Jason’s blood ran cold when he heard what the conversation.

“Bruce, I have no idea who that guy in the helmet is,” Dick said, clearly agitated. Jason went up to the loft, pretending to do homework, but listening to every word his brother said. He was guessing the other side of the conversation, but it sounded like Bruce wasn’t easily convinced about Dick’s innocence.

“He used smoke bombs; you can literally buy ten of those in the Narrows for three dollars…”

“What are you talking about? Jason didn’t even like red…”

“Jason is dead Bruce, remember? You left him in the ground to rot…”

Jason still his fake writing, hating the reminder that his father didn’t really want him to be alive, had decided that instead of going to the league, which had paid Joker to be a distraction in Gotham that night, and make them right the wrong they had created he had wanted to leave him be. He heard a deep sigh downstairs.

“I know you’re listening, just come down and we can talk,” Dick called. Jason walked down the stairs, plopping on the couch. “So, I’m guessing you noticed I blocked YN’s number…”

“Ya and I really would like to know why,” Jason asked. Dick sighed again, the sound becoming second nature since Jason had moved in. “She isn’t dangerous, she just wants to be in theater, go to Gotham U, become a teacher. She’s not some greedy villain like her dad.”

“She could be one day though. We’re all just one bad day from being criminals,” Dick said.

“Yes, I know, Bruce and fear toxin showed us that,” Jason said, remembering that day quite well. Bruce had given him a scar across his stomach that until his dip in the Lazarus Pit had been a reminder that the Batman was always one step ahead of them.

“And you’re not exactly in the best place to be dating,” Dick continued. “That’s rich considering that when you thought I was dating some girl in my theater group you were giddy about it,” Jason shot back.

“That’s because when you talked about her I could see it wasn’t serious, you didn’t really have too deep of feelings for whoever you made up…”

“Annabeth, and I love Annabeth, she ever becomes real I am marrying her, Percy be damned,” Jason muttered, folding his arms. Dick ignored him.

“I saw it when I walked in on you and YN the other night, you really do love her. And I’m not watching you become Bruce with Selina,” his big brother finished. Jason paused, thinking back to what he knew of Selina Kyle, Catwoman, and sometimes Bruce’s lover. She had been the only person to make Batman lose his advantage, always getting away, sometimes staying around, but ultimately leaving again. The last time she had been in Gotham Jason was maybe 13 and he just remembered Bruce being upset about her leaving.

“She wasn’t that bad for Bruce,” Jason argued.

“You didn’t see them when they started, all the damage it did to Bruce and to Gotham. I was cleaning up messes for months because Bruce refused to do anything about her. Then she leaves and I’m sure you saw Bruce trying his best, but he was devastated, he was nearly useless. I was patrolling all of Gotham and Bludhaven to make up for his lack of care,” Dick said. “I know Alfred was shielding you from it, guiding you in that time, and I’m glad he did, you didn’t need to see your hero like that. But Jason, I will be damned before I see another criminal take one of us down like that.” Jason shook his head.

“I understand what you’re trying to do Dick but you can’t. You can’t just assume she is like Selina, who at the time all that shit went down, was a hardened criminal with years of built up anger and hate towards the city. YN isn’t like that and you keeping her from me, someone who wants to help her never become that, isn’t going to help,” he argued.

“I won’t risk it Jason, I can’t lose you again,” he said. Jason felt his heart tighten at that. His brother cared about him, he knew that, but how deeply he didn’t think he’d ever know. And maybe Dick was right to keep him away from YN, maybe she would become a criminal, or more likely, Jason would be the one who hurt her. He was reckless still, just like he had been in middle school, with Joker, even at the club the other night. He hadn’t thought things through, and he got lucky no one had been hurt, how often would that happen? What if YN was in the line of fire? What if she was holding the gun? He sat back and shook his head.

“Fine,” he said softly. Maybe he would give it time, see if maybe he just thought he was right again and that this feeling wasn’t what he thought it was.

He kept it up that whole week, but nothing changed. He felt empty when he couldn’t call or message YN, hated going to practice when he knew he wouldn’t be able to send her something stupid Jackson did, or she couldn’t send him stories about how bad her male lead was. He couldn’t tell her how he was lost right now, all the new information about Bruce, the digging into his past, how all of that was making him feel incredibly listless and apathetic. He felt like he’d never care about anything again. Then he left practice on Friday evening and sitting on a bench in the front courtyard was YN, with the seniors stomping right towards her.

[nightwing-95]

Happy Birthday to Nightwing and happy birthday to ME. That’s right my birthday is a day before Nightwings so I decided I would make this blog dedicated to the fantastic Flying Grayson.

So I got the Nightwing 1995 compendium for Christmas and have been working my way through this massive book. And I have been enjoying it although I also have OPINIONS. So I decided to make this lil blog dedicated to it! And will extend into other comics as I read them.

This is actually my first time reading comics. I didn’t know where to start or what to read so I told my dad ‘I want Nightwing’ and he went ‘okay’ and found me the biggest book of Nightwing comics hahaha.

So far I’m about halfway through. So here is my opinions on some of em so far! Would have taken more pictures but there is a limit!

Nightwing: The Resignation

I know of this man Greg Land. But I have only seen the worst of his art from the blog ‘Bad Comic Art’. But this guy actually is a good artist normally it seems. I like the art here a lot. I like his pretty hair and shiny suit. I like this random goon from the start with the vampire hair.

The story so far is neat! Dickies striking out on his own. He QUITS superheroing which is wild to me.

‘What should I do with it’ (the Nightwing suit)

‘Put it in a trophy case’

UH. DICK THING TO SAY! (BADUM TSK)

But I do really enjoy the classic comic art style from these first few issues.

Favourite Panel:

*eyebrow wiggle*

Anyway this issue was just setup. Onto the next one!

Nightwing: The renewal

So Dickies retirement lasts 0.5 seconds but good on him for trying. Some blond twink is our enemy here and he is… so lame. I don’t like this guy at all hes a loser. Loving Dickies polka dot shirt however.

They made him so hairy here though lmao.

The colorist also does not seem to know whether Miggy (WHAT kind of name) has red hair or brown hair. Theres this whole plot where ‘whoops turns out your parents were murdered not by Tony Zucco but some other guy who may be in charge of a whole country’ which… I mean I like the whole Tony Zucco thing I enjoy that part of his backstory. So I was not fond of this implication.

The blond twink tries to kill Dickie but he’s kind of a bumbling idiot. We live in a world with guys like Deathstroke and Deadshot and you hire this dude??? Okay. I guess to be fair they thought Dick was just some guy and don’t know he is literally a superhero lmao.

The way they narrate everything is kinda hilarious like theres a text box describing what we are looking at every panel it’s ridiculous but get that coin John Costanza.

We get to see Barbra!!!!! I thought we would see way more of her in these stories but it seems later they try to move away from Dickbabs and give him some new random love interests I don’t care about. I will enjoy her presence while shes is here.

Sorry WHOMPST is HAROLD?!?!?! Did Lucious Fox not exist yet???????? This man is irrelevant anyway and does not appear again. He scares me…

Favourite panel:

KACHOW!

Dickie goes to Europe to find out who ACTUALLY killed his mom and dad and are trying to kill him. Fun typical superhero shenanigans.

BUT WAIT theres also a GENOCIDE HAPPENING?!?! WHAT?!?!?!

Things got dark real fast lmao.

Nightwing: The Oublette

Weird thing to wonder but how did they do white text over top the artwork before they had digital editing.

A lot of good action in this one I am a big fan of the action scenes in this one.

I like how earlier in this series he was like ‘I am serious now. I am a serious guy. But he literally cannot stop cracking jokes in his head until eventually he just can’t help himself and let’s one slip out loud.

The sheer insanity of this form of torture is so ridiculously comic book. I like it.

They lather you in honey then drop you in a hole to be eaten by rats.

Favourite panel(s):

Such a pretty and fun way to show him regaining consciousness.

I literally can’t add anymore pictures so we’ll do the rest of Oublette and also Dead Simple in another post! So far this short series has been my favourite in the entire compendium.

Follow me and join my journey experiencing comic books for the first time! I’ll post the second half of this review tomorrow on Nightwings actual birthday.

[dutifullysogalaxy-27]

Red thread

(MDNI, I'm not sure how much smut is going to be in this fanfic or if I'm going to add any of it, but here we go.)

For as long as she could remember, Rose Wilson could see into the future.

It was the worse sensation, as it felt like a heavy blanket being dragged over her face and pressing into her temple as it passed by.

But the young eleven-year-old could begrudgingly say that it was the reason she was able to locate her father, Slade Wilson.

You see, Rose's mother had hidden her away from her father for some reason. She remembered her mother tucking her into bed at five years old and telling her that everything was going to be okay, only if she never crossed paths with her father.

Rose had accepted that, but then there were the times when her mother was brushing her hair, and weeping at Rose's white locks, so similar to the man that must have done some serious damage to her mother.

But then her mother died of a strange illness, leaving Rose into group homes for the next six years of her life.

At that time, Rose's visions began to take action, giving her the worst headaches and migraines. It got to the point where her foster families would ignore her, or walk around her when she would curl up in a tight ball on the ground, and clutching her head.

One night when she went to bed, a vision of the future woke her up. Her biological father, Slade, was heading into town, his target having fled here.

Curious, Rose paid more attention, the pressure behind her skull lessening.

This man couldn't have been her father; in the black and orange getup that he wore with various guns strapped to his person, and waiting out his target on a tall building...he looked like a dangerous killer!

But even so, Rose couldn't deny the similarities they shared; the color of their hair, a white that contrasted against her cinnamon skin, and the crooked bump on their nose.

No wonder Rose's mother hid her from him. Slade was dangerous.

But...that was still her father.

And the homes she was being placed in were no place for a kid to grow up in.

So, she made the adult decision to track down her father.

Surely he would be happy to have his kid back in his life, right?

Slade Wilson knew he screwed up when he saw his twelve-year-old daughter standing before him, her eyeball in her hand.

The eerie part was that she was so still and not making a sound, despite her empty eye socket dripping down with blood.

He stared at her for a bit, before she held up her hand to him, the eye that she had somehow plucked out of her own head.

"Does this prove it, father? Does this prove how loyal I can be to you?" she asked calmly, her white hair braided clumsily down her back, blood stains on her round cheeks.

Since having been found by her in a strange manner (she tracked him down as he had made his way to Gotham), Slade's life has been less than normal.

He has a daughter (confirmed because he took the DNA test, and when it came out that she was of his blood, it was the only time he almost fainted), and well...he's not quite sure what to make of this.

Slade had begun to train Rose in the year he had her, though now looking at it, he didn't think it was the right call.

Maybe he should have looked into getting her in with Batman after all.

"Rose honey, please give me your eye. We're going to see if we can put it back in and I need to make a quick phone call to someone." Slade replied, as he guided Rose into the restroom of the current hideout they were staying at.

"How did you even manage this?!" he asked her, and Rose said nothing, only grimacing as he cleaned her wound.

"You're joking, right?" twenty-year-old Dick Grayson said, as Slade stood before him, Rose looking at the both of them with her one good eye.

A white eyepatch covered the other one, and she stared down at her purple shoes with pink laces.

"Who the hell said it was a good idea to give you a kid?!" Dick exclaimed.

"I have two older sons." Slade replied tersly.

"Fine, who the hell would give you another kid?" Dick corrected himself.

"Look, can we please not get into specifics? I've seen you lead the team of Teen Titans before. I was wondering if you could take my daughter under your wing and train her." Slade said, causing Dick to sputter, and Rose to pay attention.

"Father! What...why?" Rose replied, her hands balled into fists.

"Look Rose, I don't think I'm the one who should be guiding you into the rest of your life, especially when you ripped out your eye on purpose- ("She did WHAT now?" Dick called out, dumbfounded)-and I want better from you. I've seen the things you can do." he placed his hand on her head, causing her pout to diminish some. "Besides, Grayson over there was one of my students. It'll be like I'm teaching you but in a much more heroic way." he said, and Rose dared a glance at the man that was fidgetting.

"Well..." she started, looking him up and down. Although Teacher Grayson sounded like he was a top notch student, he looked...goofy. "If you say so Father."

"You will see Rose. This will be good for you." Slade said, as he ruffled her hair.

It was indeed, not good for Rose.

Once her father left, Grayson took her to the place known as the Batcave (blindfolding her good eye, saying that just because she was a kid, she was also the kid to a bad guy), where they went in the training rooms.

Rose went ballistic. Everything was new, and different, and there were so many weapons that she needed to try out because her father let her train with weapons but only a limited amount.

"ROSE PUT DOWN THAT SWORD! IT'S DISGUISED AS A-" Dick started, before the flames covered the curtains.

Panicked, he yanked Rose from there, holding her in his arms as he stomped out the flames.

"Let me go! Put me down!" she screamed, and kicked, Grayson struggling to keep a good hold on her.

"What's all the noise?" a voice asked, and Rose turned her head to see a young boy, about her age, step in. He had messy black hair, cinnamon colored skin, and green eyes. The boy sported a red jacket, and black pants, with scuffed up shoes. He looked confused, and his gaze went to Rose before going to Grayson's. "Dick, who's-"

"Never mind that, Jason, can you please get me the fire extinguisher?" Dick asked, as he finally set Rose down.

Rose who scurried off towards the boy.

Jason had been his name.

He gave her a wary glance, then headed out to get the fire extinguisher.

"Is that your brother?" Rose asked.

"Yes, and stay away from the weapons' area unless I'm nearby." Dick warned her.

Rose stared after Jason, her eye twitching a little.

"Maybe." she replied.