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maurianasravenholdt · 2 years
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The Swiss Army Knife of heroes.
i dont think a lot of people understand that batman is so dangerous not because hes the smartest or best fighter of the dcu but because hes a jack of all trades. like yes hes insanely smart and a fantastic fighter but there are many characters better than him at that. lady shiva could beat his ass in hand on hand combat easely but she couldnt win from him when it comes to technology and engineering. and when it comes to technology and engineering there are a lot of characters better at that. but that doesnt matter because bats will always have another card up his sleeve. batman doesnt have a specific thing he made his specialty which is why he is so effective. he has a wide range of things he can use while most only have a few. they might be better at those things than bats but once you are in a situation not made for your specific talents you will be useless. bats is strong because he is usefull in practically every situation
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maurianasravenholdt · 3 years
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I love one man thk u mr Campbell
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maurianasravenholdt · 3 years
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Please watch this
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maurianasravenholdt · 3 years
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I revisited this story and added an epilogue!
Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Dick Grayson/Catalina Flores Characters: Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth, James Gordon, Damian Wayne, Catalina Flores Additional Tags: Suicide, implied rape, Angst Summary:
The ‘family’ is left reeling after they lose one of their own, and Jason is determined to find out what made the happiest among them take such drastic measures.
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maurianasravenholdt · 3 years
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So folks…
It’s officially been one year since my last suicide attempt. I can’t say it’s been smooth going, but I’m here.
And I’m glad.
If you ever need someone to talk to who “gets it”, message me!
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maurianasravenholdt · 3 years
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Dick Grayson Being Exasperated: A Series
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M O O D
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maurianasravenholdt · 3 years
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This is so sad and so good. 100% recommend!
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maurianasravenholdt · 3 years
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hi, can you do headcanons where batfamily and maybe some other heroes are scared by Dick's intelligence?
like "my god, I totally forgot that he was a genius"
wally and dick go on a mission in france and while wally is whipping out google translate dick is already like 'bonjour, je cherche un homme qui s'appelle-'
he runs them out to slovenia on a lead and while wally is back to google translate dick is already helping the perp's grandma file her taxes
"how many languages do you speak?" "mentally? two on a good day." "and technically?" "like thirteen? maybe fourteen if i squint?"
wally's like 'not that i expected anything less from you but what the fuck man'
damian assumes dick is ridiculously stupid at first because he's seen dick's file and it's like 'didn't finish college, hasn't had a stable job ever, still doesn't use his trustfund money' so clearly dick is beneath him
but when damian gets completely stumped over a chemical compound he can't identify, dick manages to identify it after 10 seconds of looking and damian's just like "i'm going to idolise the absolute shit out of you from here on out"
steph gives dick her med school homework to prove to bruce that college is really difficult and he just fills it all in in 15 minutes and hands it over while she's still ranting about the work load.
"how can you know this much about neurobiology?" "i dabble"
12 year old dick grayson accidentally solved superman's case because he thought it was clark's crime novel and he's like "clearly this franklin guy killed his brother, his entire alibi is shit, it's too obvious. honestly uncle clark, i know you can write a better story than this."
jason tried to cheat dick out of a win at a pubquiz by switching all the questions with really specific ones and dick still won.
"which country got was group 4's winner in the european football cup of 1996?" "croatia" "how the fuck"
tim knows that technically, dick is a genius, but he's also seen him flying into walls at 60 miles per hour so he's a little skeptical until dick's like "wanna see me hack the pentagon?" and genuinely hacks the pentagon
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maurianasravenholdt · 3 years
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We don’t talk enough about the systemic health effects of casual fatphobia and how much they fucking skew the data to the point where we literally cannot know how much outcomes are actually related to fatness and how much they are related to society not being designed for fat people, like literal design.
My best friend cannot find a bra.
She’s fat. We won’t get into the ~why~ here because it honestly wouldn’t matter whether it was “all her fault” or whether it was a result of outside forces like genes and such, she still deserves a goddamn fucking bra that fits.
And she cannot find a bra.
She’s short and fat, and Fat Bras are usually full cup, but because she’s short the full cups are usually too tall, or the armbands around them are too tall, to the point where what’ll fit around her chest and over her boobs will also dig up into her arms or have such high coverage that she literally cannot wear a shirt with a neckline high enough. Any bra that goes out enough goes too high.
This affects her ability to find clothing, impacting her ability to go outside sometimes, because she has this tiny selection of bras and she constantly has to wash them and when they’re gone she has no idea when she’ll next be able to find another unicorn bra. They appear in a flash usually in startups that die soon after, and COVID has killed most the small businesses remaining where she had even a hint of a chance of finding a fitting bra.
So she wears bras that don’t fit. Or she doesn’t leave the house. One gives her back pain. The other is, obviously, not very active. She likes to be active.
If she brings it up, people suggest breast reduction surgery.
But the thing is, with a good bra, she does not get back pain.
But if it’s that hard to find a good bra, they say, wouldn’t a reduction just be easier?
Wouldn’t it be easier for you to chop off part of your flesh, they say, then for us to cut fabric and underwire to more sizes? As if that is normal. As if that isn’t horrifying.
It’s not just bras. It’s chairs. It’s benches. It’s goddamn shoes. It’s seatbelts. It’s exercise equipment - I just got an exercise bike for Christmas. I had to shop around to find an affordable one that was also rated to take my level of fat. If I were 100 pounds heavier, which some people are? I don’t think any equipment would have existed in a price range that any working person could expect to afford. I don’t think most people even look at the weight ratings on chairs and couches and furniture. Once you start? They are lower than you think. There are absolutely 100% people you love in your life - whether really tall men or just average kinda overweight fat people - who should not be using the things they are using. Who are not getting support from their mattress, their footwear, their office chair. It might be you! You might be thinking “but I am average size!”, but the amount of furniture out there that’s only weighted to about 200lbs? Or 175??? It’s SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU REALIZE. Get into the Proper Fat? The 350lb, 400lb, 500lb fat? There’s virtually nothing.
Seatbelts are not tested for fat bodies and seatbelt extenders aren’t regulated.
We know about the problems with too small a blood pressure cuff. With too low a medicine dose. With no MRI a really fat body can fit in for a thousand miles.
We know, from multiple studies on multiple oppressed communities, that social bias by itself, with zero other compounding factors, can give people worse health outcomes.
Now add up
+ one of the social biases with the least pushback even from the educated liberal set with
+ having a world that is literally not made for you. Where you cannot get clothes, furniture, or transportation in a way that will actually accommodate you,
+ where society is constantly blaming you for this. And even if you somehow (and if you know how, please tell me) manage to retain some sense of self worth and optimism and determination despite all that
+ that’s not gonna magically give you access to the daily supplies a person needs in their home and out in public that’ll make living safe and healthy life literally physically possible.
If you’re really so concerned about fat people’s health start a bra company. If you’re really so concerned about fat people’s health mandate changes to seatbelt requirements. If you’re really so concerned about fat people’s health have a variety of chairs in your waiting room with at least some being properly Fat Rated. If you’re really so concerned about fat people’s health, make it easier for fat people to be active by making exercise equipment that fits them, swimwear that’ll actually stay on them, athletic shoes that can bear them. If you’re really so concerned about fat people’s health ask they be included in more medical trials. If you’re really so concerned about fat people’s health, promote fat visibility and fat people loving their bodies - because hating yourself has literally never been good for anyone’s health.
If you’re using “concern for health” as a shield to allow you to judge and criticize strangers, you don’t give a fuck about anyone’s health. You’re just an asshole who prefers a veneer of respectability when you bully people. You’re hateful and we can see right through you.
But fatphobia isn’t just bullying. It isn’t just judgment from strangers. It isn’t just medical neglect and medical bias. Even if we could wave a wand and make all that go away, my best friend still wouldn’t have a bra that fits, people still wouldn’t have a chair that supports them, a seatbelt that protects them. It’s literally engineered in. And it slowly kills people day by day by day.
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maurianasravenholdt · 3 years
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Something in my brain just clicked about the letter Alfred left for Dick. As we all know, Alfred wrote:
And, above all, though we rarely say it aloud... I am so very proud to call you my son.
rarely say it aloud
rarely say it aloud
That means they've referred to each other as father and son prior to all this which, duh, I already knew that because Alfred called Dick his son back in 1995 as well as referred to Dick and Bruce as "my boys." And Dick referred to Alfred as "the guy who's been like a father to me" and "the other parent" and "mom."
But. That word.
Rarely.
Proof they have verbally acknowledged each other as father and son multiple times, though sparingly. Which, again, is not brand new information to me, but having all those past moments be acknowledged in Rebirth is just really nice.
Are we all feeling emo now? Great. Good. Now that I have your attention...
Look at this father holding his kid's hand. Look at him. He helped raise this kid. He patched this kid up. He gave a shit about this kid when other people didn't. He loves this kid, and this kid loves him.
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“Hell, I’ve watched you grow up ― from shorts to pants ― I feel sorta proud that I was able to toughen you up from the get-go. Taught you the world was not a nice place - that putting on a mask wasn’t gonna be a cakewalk, that all it took was one bad day to take away the rest of the good ones.”
Harvey Dent vs. Dick Grayson ( Robin: Year one ➝ Nightwing v2 )
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maurianasravenholdt · 3 years
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A kinda random thought? In your opinion, when would Dick stop vigilante work? I mean, he lost his titles, his identity was revealed (idk if once or twice across different comics) his family gave up on him when he lost his memories, his adopted dad who got him in this business in the first place beat him up more than once, he lost so, so many friends & family members for this, and he's still going at it. Like, what would his breaking point be? That 'yeah, I can't do this anymore' moment?
Dick once said, “I’ve been shot. Stabbed. Drowned. Betrayed. Beaten down and blown up. You think I’m going to give up now?”
I don’t think he’d ever really get out of the vigilante lifestyle as long as there are people who need help. He’s basically the living embodiment of the phrase, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
There are only a handful of things I could think of that would force him to quit, and I think most of them would be forces beyond his control. For example, if he was forced to do it to save people’s lives, if he was paralyzed, or if he had so much trauma built up over the years that he was completely debilitated by PTSD, panic attacks, etc. All of his friends and family dying would probably make him so depressed that he would recklessly endanger himself to the point of getting killed. 
It would have to be something he can’t recover from or something that would obliterate his safety net.
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My brother where do you intend to go tonight?
 I heard that you missed your connecting flight. 
You’re ever welcome with me any time you like, 
Let’s drive to the country side,
 leave behind some green-eyed look-a-likes, 
So no one gets worried, no.
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maurianasravenholdt · 3 years
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Gimme them “dick the master manipulator” hcs plz I love them
i love them too babe they may be a bit ooc but they are near and dear to my heart all the same
part of the reason wayne enterprises is doing so tremendously well is largely because of bruce’s kids. tim’s got a perfect mind for business, especially when he works with luke fox. but one of the things that turned the company from an generational, stiff business as forgettable as the hundreds of others just like it to a national giant was dick dick, who went to all of the fundraisers bruce asked him to go to with a skip in his step and a smile on his face. dick, who told stories in his most childlike voice about how good it was living in the manor, and how grateful he was, and how he wished every kid like him could have the same wonderful opportunities. dick, who went to functions outside of gotham with bruce and, with a couple bats of his eyes, was able to secure a whole new group of investors. dick, who remembered all of these high class men’s wives’ names, who flattered them the way only an earnest little kid could, until the wives were telling their husbands they simply had to partner with bruce, because any man with that splendid of a kid was worth knowing. dick, who doesn’t like business work and stays away from wayne enterprises and curls his lip when he thinks of the kinds of men bruce rubs elbows with every day, but was essential to the company all the same.
see, the thing was, wally’s parents weren’t very nice people. that’s not to say they weren’t cordial when wally invited dick over, excited that wally was bringing home a friend from school (though rudy’s dinner manners could use a little refinement). they were perfectly acceptable, up to a certain standard. past that, their biases and hesitation shone brightly, and spilled over into wally, too. dick almost threw up the first time wally asked him if dick could teach him how to pickpocket because he thought it would be useful as a vigilante, and his mom had said dick’s people were good at that sort of thing. his eyes were wide and guileless, unaware of the hurt festering in dick’s stomach, and that’s when dick decided that yeah, no, wally’s upbringing wasn’t going to cut it. (he was doing wally a favour, really, because roy would have just punched the poor guy in the face.) so he took wally to haleé’s the next time the circ rolled into town, and introduced him to all of his old friends, his old family, showing the speedster that they weren’t different or exotic or whatever the hell dick heard rudy spout off sometimes during dinner. and he quietly cheered the next time he was over at wally’s house for dinner, when his father made a comment and wally narrowed his eyes, telling rudy he was wrong. he went with wally to an ice cream parlour in the thick of central city, in the middle of june. he acted like nothing was amiss, ducking under a rainbow flag, while really watching wally out of the corner of his eye, the other boy taking in all the different couples sharing ice cream in the shop. positive reinforcement, he thought as he bought wally a giant ice cream cone after wally hesitantly told the worker behind the glass that he liked their pin. and he went with wally to all sorts of college campus tours, quietly steering him towards the bigger cities, thrusting pamphlets into his hands and pointing out all the different benefits a college far from little old keystone would have. there was a twinge in his heart when wally introduced him to linda, but it was easily ignorable in favour of the pride he felt when he found out wally had started to learn korean for her.
it made him sick sometimes, how far people were willing to go just for a smile. granted, dick’s smiles were usually laced with a dark look in his eyes and deceptively casual body language, light flirting spilling from his lips as easily as his target fell for it. he never liked doing this. being the bats’ chosen honeypot was a job he wouldn’t wish on anyone else, though, so he let himself fall into the role. he took note of every single one of his target’s responses: pupils widening, shoulders relaxing, tense grip on the drink falling slack. and he took that and ran with it. leaning forward to look his target straight in the eye and parting his lips the slightest bit until they were focused on nothing but him, casually bumping hips and touching toes until their body was lax in the chair.  it never failed, not even for the most experienced of people. a wink and maybe a kiss later, and he usually had what he needed: a usb drive or a cell phone or a tracker planted in a jacket pocket. his target usually never knew what hit them
dick was well aware of the soft spot clark held for him. it was sweet, a nice change from bruce’s high standards and even higher expectations. clark still saw him as a skinny little kid, swinging on bruce’s shoulders and launching himself at clark for hugs (not that he didn’t still do the latter, just rarely.) he never failed to take advantage of it either. clark kent had a whip-sharp mind and a built in bullshit detector, but uncle clark melted every time dick slumped his shoulders and swung his legs forlornly over the edge of a skyscraper.  bruce isn’t letting me pick up basic patrols even though my injury healed over two days ago, he would pout, munching on the doughnuts clark had bought him as the older man made sympathetic noises. in a couple days, bruce would mysteriously clear dick for active duty, citing a “new outlook,” and dick would hide his grin as he raved to clark about bruce’s sudden change of heart. it’s just so difficult getting recommendation letters these days, he’d groan to clark, sprawled over the sofa clark’s apartment, especially since everyone knows me as bruce wayne’s kid, so they’ll never be honest. only a week afterwards, dick knew he could expect a pristine letter of recommendation from pulitzer prize winning author lois lane. i just don’t have the time to deal with him on top of everything going on in bludhaven, he’d complain, suit on but mask off on the roof of the daily planet. i can’t just drop everything the minute slade decides he wants to fight with someone competent. after that, he knew slade wouldn’t be showing up in bludhaven or gotham anytime soon, because superman could be quite terrifying if he wanted to.
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maurianasravenholdt · 3 years
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dick is the batfam member who everyone has to force to go to sleep. tim is always napping everywhere.
Fanon Tim: never sleeps. lives on coffee
Canon Tim: napping king. barely drinks coffee
Fanon Dick: well rested. coffee who?
Canon Dick: hasnt slept in two days. coffee is the only thing keeping him upright. CEO of 'im fine'
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maurianasravenholdt · 3 years
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This guy is absolutely golden! I love every second!
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