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I think it'd be funny if the identity reveal was super anticlimactic. Clark has an interview scheduled with Bruce Wayne about some new project or initiative the company is doing and he walks into Bruce's office and sits down and through a combination of sounds/smells/matching injuries/whatever just immediately recognizes him as Batman and is so surprised he can't contain his reaction and he's just like "Batman...?"

And Bruce loses the Brucie Wayne posture immediately, rolls his eyes and just says, unsurprised and a bit condescending, "Superman."

And then they just sit there in silence, staring at each other, Clark very confused and Bruce clearly annoyed at how quickly Superman recognized him. And when it becomes clear Bruce isn't going to say anything further, Clark looks down at his notes where he has some questions written down and, without knowing what else to do, just awkwardly starts with the first question.

The following interview is one of the strangest he's ever done. Bruce gives some very typical Brucie Wayne answers but all completely deadpan, hardly any inflection. He's also clearly grumpy the entire time. Aside from Bruce not acting like Brucie Wayne, there is no further mention or acknowledgement of their superhero identities. Clark goes back to Metropolis in a daze and still isn't convinced that the whole thing wasn't a fever dream.

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there was a golden age superman comic where someone called a hit out on clark kent, and so a sniper tried to shoot him while he was out having lunch with lois

except he’s fucking superman so the bullets just fell off his chest into his lunch and clark just had to pretend nothing happened and hope lois wouldn’t notice that someone just fucking shot him

the hitman thinks maybe he just missed and gets ready to shoot him again, but then he’s watching through the scope as clark starts to eat the fucking bullets to hide the fucking evidence, acting like everything is totally normal as he noshes down on lead

dude just packs his shit up and leaves town because reporters in this city eat bullets for lunch and he’s not fucking with that no way no how

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Duke: I'm such a bad person but in a funny way. Like I'm inviting a bunch of my siblings who hate each other to go bowling for my birthday just to see how they interact. Hopefully they fight.

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What should a team-up between all the bearers of the Robin mantle and the Flash be called?

Nothing but Nightwing #28

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Bouys.

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I need Dick Grayson to be number 1 victim again please, let him be tortured, he should be shaking after and blame himself. Let him go to Bruce seconds away from telling him what happend but he sees him injured and decides his torture doesnt compare to how awful Bruce must be feeling right now. I want him to bubble up , wanting to tell anyone, but he never does. And this happening amillion times please.

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✨🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈I did this for pride month 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️✨ And yes, in any way Tim has nothing straight KSKDKS

And I couldn't let it stay in my drafts anymore, I'm sorry. Let my boys out for the pride pls

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Oh….

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I think people get the “Bruce dancing like a stripper in the Iceberg Lounge” situation all wrong. The batkids won’t die of embarrassment because that’s their dad. They’ll die of frustration because they will never, ever be able to make Bruce feel embarrassed about it.

Do you really think the man who would strip and bust it down for the secret identity has the capacity to feel shame? Exactly.

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superbat type shi

their entire ship dynamic wrapped up in two images.

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Dick Grayson's unmatched success as a child vigilante makes a lot more sense when you remember the Court of Owls was a thing and that Dick was meant to be the next Grey Son.

There is no way that someone at Haly's Circus wasn't there keeping an eye on him while he grew up. A future weapon needs to be trained and monitored after all, and a circus, a place where weird skills are completely normal, is actually a great place to secretly train a child.

You know, just some knife tricks that translated really well into actual fighting. How to get out of restraints and pick locks while under a time limit. Death defying acrobatic stunts that coincidentally do wonders for parkouring. That sort of thing. Nothing that seems out of place for a boy growing up around circus performers to learn, but would literally any where else.

I mean, while I fully believe that most kids would want to kill the man responsible for their parents deaths, Dick was weirdly prepared to go through it. He tracked down Zucco with way more ease than any normal child should have too. He became the first child vigilante, for goodness sake. The first Robin! He only started getting formal training after he basically forced Bruce into it!

Bruce himself has no idea that this kind of competency in a child is unusual, considering he was much too blinded by the similarities between his and Dick's tragic orphanhoods.

Alfred is in a similar boat because he’s desensitized to weird children after he somehow managed to successfully raise Bruce 'The Batman' Wayne, so he doesn't clock the hyper-competency as abnormal either.

By the time the other batkids start popping up (Jason 'The Audacity' Todd, borderline-street rat with no fear) (Tim 'the greatest stalker in Gotham history' Drake, child genius, also bullied his way into becoming Robin) (Barbara 'raised by the only uncorrupt cop in gotham' Gordon) (Stephanie 'daddy issues and spite' Brown) (Duke 'Pretends he's the normal one and people believe him' Thomas) it's too late.

It would also explain how Dick got along so well with Damian out of all of them. Similar childhood with different approaches and all that. On some subconscious level, Dick recognises and resonates with the murderous ten year old assassin with strong familial ties to a secret elite assassin organization.

It isn't until after the whole Court of Owls and Grey Son reveal that suddenly Dick realises a whole lot of things about his childhood that suddenly make a lot more sense.

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Dan Watters Nightwing is the funniest shithead and I love him.

All the “holy _______” moments were iconic.

And bro is so mean to criminals 😭

Like, I would cry of embarrassment if someone said this to me.

He’s so unimpressed by you and your shit. It’s amazing. He’s still in his 20s and he’s already been at it too long. Brother needs to retire.

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My Pup (OmegaDickWeek 2025 Day 5)

AO3

Fandom: Batman All Media Types

Rating: T

Warnings: None

Relationship: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd

Tags: omegadickweek2025, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, omega dick grayson, beta jason todd, that was supposed to be more relevant than it ended up being, this was written as pre-relationship Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, but it can be seen as platonic as well, protective dick grayson, breastfeeding, male lactation, dick has inherited Bruce's adoption tendencies, accidental baby acquisition, no beta we die like jason todd, Do not post to other sites, POV Third Person

Summary:

Dick gets an unexpected text from Jason, asking for his help. Dick's fear thinks up all sorts of worse case scenarios for why his lone-wolf "ask for no one's help" brother would possibly resort to that. What he ends up finding when he gets there is nowhere near what he was expecting.

Anyway, enough rambling, I hope y'all enjoy!

A/N:

I had some other ideas for this fic, but I'm kind of happy with the short and sweet nature of this. It was supposed to include all of the prompts, but even the ones that made the cut are blink and you'll miss it. Like "Omegas Breastfeed the Pack Pups". This is the reason why Dick is lactating. This was originally written for "Co-Parenting with an Enemy", with Dick finding Jay as Hood (and not knowing his identity) but Jason ended up wanting to be Jason and not Red Hood, so I let it go.

Nesting/Nest Building | Omegas Breastfeed the Pack Pups | Co-Parenting with an Enemy | Pup/Baby Fever BONUS: Protective Instincts

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Little Wing: I need your help

The text comes out of nowhere, and Dick has to blink a few times to make sure it's real. Then, he turns the screen off and on again. Then. he checks to make sure someone didn't somehow switch the nicknames around in his phone. But nope, no matter what he does, the text is there, coming from the correct phone number and everything. Which means apparently just received a request for help from his lone wolf of a younger brother.

Dick jumps up off of his sofa. He rushes to put his Nightwing suit on, using one hand to type back a reply.

where r u

The longer it takes for Jason to respond, the more stressed Dick becomes. What could possibly be wrong, for Jason to message him for help? Dick knows the other rarely asks anyone for help, let alone his "over-clingy octopus of an older brother". Whatever this is must be serious. He could be injured. Dying. Fuck, Dick couldn't handle his brother dying again.

Dick is pacing in full gear, pondering asking Barbara for the beta's location, when his phone pings, and an address pops up. Nothing else. No explanation. No assurances. Just an address.

Dick is down the fire escape and on his motorcycle before he knows it.

Even speeding on his bike, Jason's location is a good half hour away. Dick spends the time coming up with worse case scenarios. By the time he arrives at the apartment building in Crime Alley, he's almost worked himself into a panic attack. It's only his professionalism as a vigilante that's holding it back.

Dick surveys the building. Its old, but not as worn down as some of the other buildings nearby. There's a few people milling about, although no one seems to be any panic, so that crosses out some of the bigger scenarios in Dick's head. Although, a few of them turn to give Nightwing strange looks, unused to the sight of bats in Crime Alley, aside from Red Hood.

Dick gives them what he hopes is an assuring smile before making his way up the fire escape. Hopefully, the apartment Jason sent the address for has access from here.

He finds the heavily secured window after a bit of searching, and sighs in relief before working to unarm the security. He glances in every few seconds as he does, hoping to get a glance of his brother, to see if he's injured or dying or trapped or something. The window is soundproof and scentproof, so he can't hear if anyone else is in there, if Jason is screaming in pain or anger, nor can he smell any danger or distress. Nothing.

He makes quick work of the window before sliding in quietly. Although, that doesn't seem to be necessary with the amount of noise that hits him as soon as he does.

Distress. That's the first thing Dick registers. The pained crying ringing in Dick's ears mixes with the scent of scared pain help me that fills the air. But… it's not Jason. Dick knows Jason's scent. While he can definitely smell the beta's scent, and there is definitely hints of worry distress fear lingering in it, it is greatly over shadowed by the other person in the room. Person? No… pup. That's a pup in distress.

The omega in Dick is moving before he can even think about it. He follows the sounds and scents, and soon he can hear Jason's voice over the pup's cries.

"Hush. Shhhh. It'll be okay, pup. Fuck! I don't know what to do. I don't have any milk for you. Where the fuck is Dickhead? Goddamnit!"

Dick rounds a corner and stops to take in the sight in front of him. Jason is pacing around the room, still in his Red Hood suit, sans helmet and scent blockers. In his arms, is what looks like a bundle of blankets. But Dick knows what it really is even without seeing the pup for himself.

Now that he's closer, Dick can smell the hints of hungry tired that waft off the pup. He's shrugging off the top half of his suit, allowing it to hang off of his waist before he can consciously make the decision to do so. He races over to Jason, startling the beta as he scoops the pup right out of his hands and guides them to his nipple. They latch on greedily, the sudden silence in the apartment almost louder than the screams.

Jason looks like he wants to say something, but instead his eyes trail down to where the pup is greedily suckling away at Dick's milk. His breath seems to hitch and his eyes widen. Suddenly he's looking away.

Dick watches the whole thing happen in the span of ten or so seconds. When Jason looks away, Dick takes that as his cue to be the first to speak.

"Little Wing, what the fuck?" Jason snaps his gaze back to Dick in shock. Yeah, Dick doesn't make a habit of cursing unnecessarily, but if there was any time to do so, now was it. "What the actual fuck? Why do you have a starving pup in your safehouse? At least, I'm assuming it's your safehouse. Not the point, though. Why the hell do you have them? Why didn't you feed them? Is this what you texted me about?"

The questions are flying out of his mouth without giving Jason any time to answer them. So Jason waits until Dick ends his barrage to answer.

"One of the working girls just handed her to me. Said she found her in a box in the alley. Figured, with all my resources as the Hood, that I'd be able to take care of her or find somewhere for her to be safe."

Dick looks down at the small bundle in his arms. Her eyes are closed and the little bit of hair on her head is curly and dark, and it looks so soft. How could anyone possibly abandon a gem like this in a box, let alone a box in Crime Alley. If those working girls hadn't found her, she would likely be dead within hours.

Dick tightens his grip at the thoughts. The movement causes the pup to open her eyes and stare up at Dick while she drinks. Dick's breath hitches. Her eyes are a dark blue, so similar to his own it's kind of scary. Her fear has faded the longer she drinks, and something about Dick must soothe her, because her scent is saying safe cared-for trust. Momma.

Dick freezes at that last one. The pup must be able to sense his shock and uncertainty, because those eyes start to water slightly. Instantly, Dick's inner omega is soothing her once more.

"Shhh, its okay little one. You're safe." He rocks her gently, watching her close her eyes contently once more to continue suckling away at his milk.

"Dick?" Jason's voice startles him, and he looks up at the man he had forgotten was in the room.

"I'm keeping her." Dick's words shock himself as much as they do Jason. The beta's eye's widen but Dick continues before he can say something. "I don't care what you say, she's mine. I won't let you take her."

Jason looks once more at the suckling pup, then back at Dick's face. A slow smirk works its way onto his face. "Well, I guess we know now which one of us inherited B's adoption tendencies."

Dick flushes, but says nothing, simply looking down at his pup. Yeah, his pup. He likes the sound of that. He raises a hand to lightly scent her cheek with his wrist, before leaning down to leave a light kiss on her forehead.

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Anyway, I think I gave myself cavities writing Dick in this fic, so I'mma go now.

END NOTE:

So there we go. Another omegadickweek fic down. 2 more to go. Hopefully I'll get them done in time. Worst comes to worst, I post the original version I have for day 2, and write the better idea my friends helped me with at a later date.

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a little fun drawing <3

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ship dynamic: riding him while he thinks about how he failed as a father