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nightwingfangirl · 3 years

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I absolutely love this! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Sitting in a hospital waiting room is a stressful situation, to say the least. There’s an extra dose of trepidation mixed in with excitement this time around, though that energy had waned somewhat after a few hours, and now they’re slowly approaching six in the morning and the sun’s started peeking through the windows.

Bruce is seriously considering asking Dinah to stop bouncing her leg, please, while across from him the rest of his children pile atop one another as a literal support system. Jason sits with his neck bent at an angle that’s going to leave an ache, Damian propped up against him on one side and Cass on the other. Cass also uses Tim as a footrest, and as a whole the entire set up doesn’t appear too comfortable for most of the parties involved.

Beside him, Dinah folds her arms and sighs. At least she’s stopped bouncing her leg, which Bruce will take as some consolation. For the most part, he’s managed to pass time by glancing down at a tablet or checking in on Huntress and Catwoman via the comms.—or, he had up until Alfred had taken his tablet and stated that perhaps it would more beneficial if he were to focus on the task at hand, Master Bruce. Tim had snorted. Jim had resumed his pacing.

“This is taking longer than I would have hoped,” Dinah mutters, though there’s a sense of agitation to her tone.

He leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees and does his utmost to not think of everything that could have gone wrong, and instead how this is more of a celebratory occasion. But Dick had called around three to say Barbara’s water had broken, and they haven’t gotten many updates since they’d arrived at the hospital. The only one who’d really had anything to offer had been Stephanie, who’d popped in to say the mom-to-be was doing okay, and then she had disappeared again.

“I’m sure Miss Barbara is doing just fine,” Alfred offers. Tim cracks an eye open at him and Cass sits up a little. Bruce opens his mouth to remark that yes, he’s sure, but he’s also very much so a father turned grandfather, though he’s hesitant to voice the last part. He barely gets a word out when the door bursts open, and Damian narrowly avoids being elbowed in the head when Jason jolts upright.

Dick greets the lot of them, half-dressed in his earlier haste, and his eyes wide and wild. His throat works as he struggles to speak for a moment, and both Bruce and Jim stop just shy of arm’s length, so as not to crowd him. Dick’s lip twitches like he can’t find the words he wants, and when he blinks there’s a glassy sheen to his eyes.

“It’s…” he starts, voice soft, as the others climb to their feet and stretch out numb limbs. Dick’s face breaks out into a genuine smile, and he lets out a small laugh. “It’s a boy.”

Bruce has all of two seconds to prepare himself, and then his son buries his face in his shoulder. He holds him a little tighter, part of him afraid to let go.

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nightwingfangirl · 3 years

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It's true. I'm definitely going to use this in a fic at some point

i want dick grayson to be annoyingly perfect in the smallest of unimportant ways. and i want it to irritate the living hell out of everyone around him

every now and then, jason and dick will go to different chili dog carts around the city, and dick will sit and nod in agreement as jason nitpicks the food, occasionally offering his own two cents. the conversations are tense and if the topic strays from anything except food jason books it, but it’s progress, and dick’s grateful. but he doesn’t understand why jason always growls at him when he’s preparing his chili dogs, chalking it up to jason’s obsessiveness about that food in particular. dick figures he’s probably doing it wrong. until one day, jason bites out a rough question, asks him how he did that. dick’s confused, until jason points out, “you tear open the top of the ketchup packet in a perfect line every time. and you get all of the ketchup out of the packet in one smooth squeeze, and you never get any on your fingers, and i don’t understand how.”

roy was, arguably, a better archer than ollie. green arrow had been birthed from the island, from the trauma of survival. roy, however, had been practicing since he was a kid, and now that he was well into his twenties, he could safely say he was one of the best shots in the world. he could beat all his friends at darts, shoot an apple off wally’s head, and was generally pretty awesome. or, he would be awesome, if only dick fucking grayson would stop making every single shot of anything he threw in a trash can. no matter what he was throwing away, no matter the angle, no matter the wind or rain, as long as the trashcan was in eyesight, anything dick tossed would inevitably end up inside the garbage. sometimes, dick barely even glanced at the damn thing, just took note of it a threw the trash, expecting it to land in the proper place. and it always did. the worst part was, dick didn’t even seem to notice it. he wasn’t actively trying to make every shot. when asked, dick just shrugged and said “we had some pretty good knife throwers in the circus.”

tim’s memories starting out as robin were a whirlwind, a push-pull of bruce’s mistrust, then bruce’s acceptance, of dick’s fear and hesitation, then of dick’s love. he still remembered dick making the two of them hot chocolate in the kitchen after a day of training, tim’s muscles sore and entire body aching but the feeling of pride, because he was good enough to be robin, he knew he was. he hadn’t expected that to happen anytime soon again, given the way their relationship had fractured after tim had left dick’s batman, a terrified fury in his eyes. yet, he’d been proven wrong when, after a particularly rough arkham breakout, alfred asked both dick and tim to stay instead of returning to their own apartments. just because the manor brought back a feeling of warm nostalgia, however, doesn’t mean it kept the nightmares away. he came down to the kitchen and saw dick already up, moving around the stovetop. with a knowing look in his eyes, dick grabbed another mug to make tim some hot chocolate. tim was washed over with a feeling of relief, of acceptance. dick slid the mug towards him and tim took a sip, letting the rich chocolate warm him up from the inside. it was delicious. his little sigh of pleasure must have been audible, but then he remembered something he noticed. “dick. did you use alfred’s recipe for this?” and dick laughed, responded with, “nah. too much work. i just sort of tried to remember what was in hot chocolate, and eyeballed most of the ingredients. i’m glad it turned out good though. no clumps too, that’s good.”

donna didn’t care how old she got, playing in the park with dick never got old. as one of her oldest friends, the two of them could just walk around the park, in companionable silence, just letting themselves relax and enjoy the moment. so, of course, dick would break the silence and ask if she had any earbuds, because it was getting to quiet for him. donna laughed, and reached inside her pocket, fingered past the keys, and grabbed the headphones. the tangled little ball that came out made her sigh, and she pulled on an earbud to loosen it, only managing to make one of the many knots tighter. then, dick took the headphones out of her hands with a here, i got it, and with a few quick tugs, the tangled monstrosity unraveled easy as breathing. then, completely unaffected, he handed her an earbud, putting the other in his own ear. “i’m the one who’s got a lasso,” she said, ignoring dick’s snort and quip about how earbuds and a lasso are two completely different things, donna.

cass hadn’t expected to enjoy such a gentle, graceful form of athletics, but after a few lessons, it had become apparent that ballet could be far from gentle. it pushed her, made her practice and strengthen herself, and she’d fallen in love with the art quickly. however, the most frustrating part of the entire thing had little to do with actually dancing. the school bruce had helped pick out was prestigious, which meant a strict dress code, which meant her hair had to be in a bun. unfortunately, her hair never seemed to want to cooperate. after her latest attempt, falling into a mess of hair at her nape that had so many locks falling out, cass contemplated how mad the teacher would be if she showed up in a ponytail. at that moment, dick peeked into her room, having heard her frustrated noise, and asked if he could do anything to help. cass pointed to the mess of hair, not even remotely contained by the hair tie, and blew a strand out of her face. dick smiled with understanding, then came into her room, grabbing the comb on her bed and standing behind her in front of the mirror. he smoothed her hair with the comb, then pulled it this way and that, twisting and turning and wrapping until, two minutes later, a picture perfect bun sat atop her head. cass blinked with surprise. “first try,” she said, staring up at him, but he just shrugged and said, “it’s not that hard. you want me to drop you off?”

bruce could admit that he rather enjoyed undercover missions. it was an extended game with high stakes, a test of his own acting skills. with makeup changing his face, an expertly made wig, and a demeanor completely different from both brucie wayne and from batman, he swept through the crowd of greasy men, looking for a specific contact. then, he caught sight of someone specific indeed, though they weren’t his contact. eyebrows raised in a what are you doing here? gesture, he slid onto a barstool. from behind the bar, dick offered him a blinding smile, cleaning a glass. he tapped his wrist twice, a clear message. undercover, same as you. then, dick grabbed a couple bottles from underneath a shelf, flipping them in his hand and pouring with grandeur. bruce noticed he hadn’t put any alcohol in his little mixture, only making it seem as if he had. the flashy moves were entertaining, bruce could give him that. dick slid him the drink and bruce took a sip, eyebrows raising in brief surprise. “this is good. bartending?” dick put the bottles and the lemon away, unimpressed. “it’s not like it’s hard. just mixing a couple ingredients. no biggie.” bruce was fairly certain bartending was more difficult than that, but just then, his target came into view.

steph understood some of the bats’ frustration with dick, she really could. he hadn’t exactly been a welcome and opening batman, that’s for sure. regardless, as the few masks left in gotham had to work together, and she’d gotten to know the man pretty well. and she enjoyed his company as nightwing much more than batman. she dropped onto his balcony in his bludhaven apartment, announcing her presence in that loud-subtle way. dick was nestled in a couple blankets on the couch, going over a couple files, apparently just back from patrol if the small bandage on his neck and bags under his eyes were any indication. nevertheless, he brightened when he saw her and she nodded when he asked if she wanted to spend the night. he moved some of the papers to make room for her on the couch, but she flitted into his bathroom, going through the nail polish bottles she knew he had, and grabbing a shade of red that caught her eye. she tossed him the bottle and put her fingers in his lap, talking aimlessly about a movie she watched with cass. dick seemed to relax amidst her jabbering, and he shook the bottle a couple times before opening it and focusing on her right hand. but as he started, steph paused her rambling and focused on him instead, holding her hands gently and brushing paint onto her nails. he managed to cover her entire nail in three easy strokes, smooth and glossy, not a hint of paint on her skin. the nail was practically perfect. oh god she was jealous. “got a lot of practice with this, grayson?” she asked, and laughed at dick’s mock-offended of course not!

damian wasn’t one for photography, and he could grudgingly admit drake was far better at that particular skill than he was. however, his art class had promised to cover all types of media, and had upheld that pledge. the next two weeks were dedicated to photography, and their final project for the unit had to be a small collection of photographs. animal photography, of course, was damian’s chosen subject, and the knowledge that animal photography was one of the hardest skills to master only had damian wanting to do it more. days later, however, he could admit that it was trickier than expected. how had he never noticed how active his animals were? they never sat still, and every single picture came out blurry. grayson, upon coming across him in the manor grounds, noticed his futile attempts and asked if he could help. damian acquiesced the camera to grayson, who looked through the lens, finding the right angle and background, adjusting the focus settings slightly. then, he let out a sharp whistle and snapped his fingers. in nothing short of a miracle, damian’s pets pasued to look at him, only for a second, and the shutter clicked furiously. damian flipped through the photos, a good many of them clear and wonderful. damian snapped in irritation when dick ruffled his hair and said, “now you try!” it definitely wasn’t as easy as grayson made it look.

babs didn’t really know what she was expecting when she broke up with dick. there was hurt on both ends, and distance for a while, and she had no idea how much she’d miss him. but after a couple months of working together, of remembering that underneath the romantic tangles, their friendship was strong, she’d gotten to the point of dick randomly dropping by her apartment again. the downside was, dick kept randomly dropping by her apartment again. he stole her snacks and messed up her filing system and was so irritating that barbara almost forgot how relieved she was at having one of her best friends back. fortunately, it did come with benefits, because when he was bored, he did some of her chores for her. pausing in the doorway, she smiled at the sight of dick folding her clothes and putting them away. the gesture was platonic now, but no less appreciated. she pushed her wheelchair forward, and in greeting, dick told her how much he wanted to steal all her patterned socks. babs reminded him they wouldn’t fit, and laughed at his pout. dick grabbed one sock off the top of the laundry basket, then dug his hand into the pile of clothes randomly, coming up with the second sock in an instant. folding them together, he repeated the process for each pair. “that…that was fast. you got all of them?” babs asked in confusion. “yes? why, did you expect some to be missing?” was dick’s reply as he shook the wrinkles out of a sweater.

wally was never surprised. he knew dick better than probably most people in the world. he’d gone from frustrated and jealous of dick’s random talents, to admiring and appreciative, to just accepting them as a fact of life. dick’s phone never cracked if he accidentally he dropped it. dick never buttoned up shirts wrong, aligning each button with the right hole perfectly on the first try. dick could plug in usb ports the right way. dick always remembered which light switch was for which room, no matter whose house they were at. dick could pop a cd out of its case without ever smudging the disk, holding it by the rim perfectly. and dick always seemed to know when wally needed a day off, to just visit their old haunts, grab some ice cream, and spend the day talking away on a rooftop. that was just something his best friend could do. and wally would never tell dick, but underneath his fake irritation at it, but he loved him for it.

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nightwingfangirl · 3 years

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I've just seen the prompts for this year's DickBabs week! I'm super excited and can't wait to get started!

#dickbabs #barbara gordon #batgirl #dick grayson #dickbabs prompts #nightwing

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nightwingfangirl · 3 years

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Hey, does anyone have a good Dickbabs oneshot prompt for me???

#dickbabs #dick grayson #barbara gordon #robin #batgirl #nightwing #oracle #story prompt #oneshot

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nightwingfangirl · 3 years

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Is everyone okay if I just rant (?) for a second here?

Yes?

Okay, good, well...

Is it just me, or is this kinda irritating:

Dick, in quite a few of the fanfics I've read, gets viewed as the 'Sunshine Kid', the one who's always happy and jokey and caring. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like that, it's just that I feel we don't get to see enough of the total badass side of Dick Grayson.

I mean, seriously, we need some more of this! Whether it's because one of the Batfam have been/are being kidnapped and/or tortured, or someone's threatening his girlfriend/boyfriend or teammate, or even just a civilian, we need some more of Nightwing kicking ass and taking names!

I've wanted to just mention that for a while now, and I'm not 100% sure I worded it correctly, and I'm sorry if I offended anyone, really. I just needs to get that off my chest.

Feel free to do what you like with this, just don't post it to another media page without my permission. I consider that a breach to my privacy.

Anyway, have a good day! 😛

#personal rant #dick grayson #nightwing

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nightwingfangirl · 3 years

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New group chat I created! Feel free to join! 😉

#dickbabs #dick grayson #barbara gordon #nightwing #robin #batgirl #dc comics

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nightwingfangirl · 3 years

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Here's Part 7 to Bloodlines:

Part 7:

2 years later, and there were 4 Robin's/ex-Robins occupied at the manor. Jason had been resurrected, Dick and Barbara had finally gotten together, Tim was Red Robin and Damian now held the Robin mantle. Everything seemed at peace (besides Jason's frequent swearing). That is, until it wasn't.

"Father," Damian exclaimed one morning, slamming a newspaper down onto the table in front of Bruce, "How can you let those reporters print such slanderous lies?!"

Bruce glanced down at the newspaper in front of him. There were no images, only a short column titled, "Love child?"

Reading the contents, he was surprised to see that it was about Dick being his and Selina's biological child, and, while this was true, he wondered how they had gotten a hold of the information. The only people who knew were himself, Selina, Dick, Alfred and Barbara. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't told any of the boys. Neither Jason, Tim or Damian knew, and he should at least add it to Dick's file. He'd talk to Dick and Selina that afternoon about telling the others.

…::-::...

"Master Dick, I believe Master Bruce wishes to see you in his study. Ms Kyle is already there."

"Alright, I'll be there now,"Dick replied, wondering what Bruce needed him for.

Entering the study, he found both of his parents there.

"What did you want to talk about?" Dick asked.

Bruce told him.

Both Dick and Selina agreed that it was long overdue.

Unfortunately, things didn't go exactly as planned, because Bruce added it to Dick's file first.

…::-::...

Jason had been in the mood for fooling around, and what better way than messing with the Batcomputer's files?

Going through Dick's files seemed like a good idea at first, making some rude comments might be fun, right? But that was when Jason saw it.

It had been added recently, according to the date, but had been discovered 6 years previously. Jason thought that it must be some sort of joke. Goldie couldn't really be Bruce's kid, surely. Wouldn't they have told him?

Then again, maybe not. He had noticed something going on between Bruce, Selina and Dick. He also had a feeling that Barbara was involved too.

But how dare they keep it a secret?! The others deserved to know. Only, everyone had gone on patrol. Well, he'd have to tell them then, then.

Part 8 should be coming soon! (Once I've written it...)

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nightwingfangirl · 3 years

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So, I'm going to try writing one of my actual stories here. It will be updated after this as separate parts, so look out for it. You can also find it on Wattpad, A03 and Fanfiction.net

Bloodlines

Dick Grayson, it turns out, was adopted by the Graysons as a baby. That leaves a few questions; Who are his real parents? And how will he react when he discovers their identities?

*I own nothing but the plot! All images used are not mine. *

Part 1

Bruce Wayne stared at his computer screen, scanning the document before him for any sign of it being fake. For all his effort, he couldn't see any.

He had begun his search into Dick's background due to the many remarks made by guests and friends at Dick's likeness to both himself and his father, Thomas Wayne. He himself had noticed a few things, but had waved them off as coincidences. There was no way that he and Dick were blood relatives, although he had adopted the 15 year old recently, 7 years after taking him in.

Still, he had been curious, so he looked up Dick's records and, most importantly, his birth certificate.

As it turns out, Dick's parents weren't actually the Graysons. He had been adopted on the day he was born by the pair. His real birth certificate read that his birth mother's name was Enlisa Kley. He had been born in France, as expected and his father was listed as "Unknown", but, judging by his real mother's unscrambled name and the time of his birth, Bruce had some suspicions as to who it could be. He just needed to run some tests first.

…::-::...

The results came back positive, just as Bruce had expected. The only problem was telling Dick, but he needed to speak to Dick’s biological mother first.

…::-::...

“Selina,” Bruce said, as she entered her apartment that night.

Selina jumped slightly in surprise, “Bruce, what a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?”

“16 June 2004? Does that ring a bell?”

Catwoman’s eyes widened, “What about it?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I couldn’t keep him.”

“So you gave him up for adoption?”

“Not exactly. I met the Graysons at the hospital. Mary had just suffered a miscarriage and lost her child. I had just had a child that I couldn’t keep, so I let them adopt him.”

“But you still didn’t think to tell me? Even after I took him in myself.”

“It was too late by then.”

“Don’t you think it’s too late now?”

There was a pause in their conversation.

“Are you going to tell him?”

“We can’t not tell him. He has to know. It’s only fair. I’m certain that he won’t like it at first, but he will accept it eventually.”

Selina sighed, “Alright, when are we going to do it?”

“Now.”

Part 2:

“Master Dick, Master Bruce wishes to see you in his study.”

Dick looked up from his algebra homework as Alfred spoke.

“Alright, Alfred. I’ll come now.”

The immortal butler gave a slight nod before vacating the doorway. Dick finished off his equation before heading to the study.

He entered through the open doorway, and was surprised to find Selina Kyle there as well.

“Alfred said you wanted to see me?”

“Yes,” Bruce said, vaguely, “I have something important to tell you, that I’m not sure you’ll like.”

Dick stiffened slightly. What was Bruce talking about? What wouldn't he like? And what did Catwoman have to do with it?

“I was looking into your background,” Bruce explained, “and I found out that the Graysons weren’t actually your parents. You were adopted by them as a baby.”

Dick’s blood ran cold. The Graysons weren’t his parents? He was adopted? But then…

“Who - who are my real parents then?”

Bruce took a deep breath, and told him.

Dick’s eyes widened with every word in both surprise and shock. Bruce was his father. Selina was his mother. The Graysons weren’t his parents. He hadn’t watched his parents die. His whole life was a lie.

Bruce finally stopped talking and waited for Dick’s reaction.

Dick didn’t speak, couldn’t speak. He stood in shock, slowly shaking his head in denial. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Bruce to be his father, he just couldn’t believe it.

He slowly backed out of the study, which neither Bruce nor Selina noticed until it was too late.

Dick bolted.

He ran from the study, flew out the doors, and away from the manor. Grasping his cellphone in his hands shakily, he dialed a very familiar number as the tears began to stream down his face.

“Hello?”

“Babs?”

“Dick? Where are you? What’s wrong?”

“W-would your dad mind if I come to stay the night?”

“I’ll ask him, hang on.”

Barbara could be heard talking to her dad in the background.

She soon came back to the phone.

“He says that’s fine. But what’s wrong?”

“I- I’ll tell you when I get there, thanks Babs.”

…::-::...

“So, Dick,” Barbara said as they sat down on her bed, “What caused you to leave the manor in such a rush? And what’s got you so upset?”

Dick explained everything to her. She did, of course, know about Bruce, Dick and Selina’s secrets. She was a vigilante herself.

When Dick had finished, she lay back on her bed and sighed deeply.

“I see,” she said, “Why you were so upset.”

…::-::...

Meanwhile, back at the manor, Batman and Catwoman were suiting up to go and look for their son. They had been unable to find him on the manor’s grounds, and even though they knew that he was well trained, they were worried for his safety. It was late at night, at a time when Gotham rogues were usually about. He did, luckily, have his belt with him, as he had been told to have it on him at all times, so he wasn’t completely weaponless.

The pair climbed into the Batmobile and drove out into the night.

Part 3:

Bruce wasn’t sure why he hadn’t thought of looking there before. Of course that’s where Dick would go.

Barbara’s house.

Barbara had been Dick’s closest friend since they’d met when they were eight years old. The pair had been inseparable ever since.So, naturally, that’s where Dick would go if he was feeling vulnerable.

It was Bruce Wayne who rang the Gordons’ doorbell, not Batman. Commissioner Gordon answered and seemed to not be surprised by the billionaire’s appearance.

“He’s in Barbara’s room,” he simply said.

Bruce went and stood outside the closed door, listening to the sounds from inside. It seemed as though the teens were playing cards, as faint cries of frustration and intermittent laughter could be heard. Taking a deep breath and feeling bad about interrupting their game, Bruce opened the door

…::-::...

Barbara looked up as the door opened, not at all surprised to see Bruce there. Both she and Dick knew that it would only be a matter of time before he thought of looking there. He was the Batman after all.

As Barbara looked at him, and now knowing his connection to Dick, she began to see the similarities between them. She wondered why she hadn’t noticed it before, although she supposed she hadn’t really had a reason to think about it.

Dick also looked up at Bruce’s entrance, and Bruce noticed that he wasn’t as tense or hesitant as the night before, more worried or scared. Bruce could understand that. It wasn’t everyone who had their whole life turned upside down like that.

…::-::..

Dick couldn’t help himself. When he saw Bruce in the doorway, he smiled. It was good to know that Bruce was his father.

Part 4:

It was about a year later, a few months after Jason had been adopted, that the thing that became known as "The Argument" happened.

The end result was Dick quitting as Robin, storming out of the cave, packing up his things and leaving the Manor while Jason could do nothing but watch helplessly.

He and Dick had become close in the few months since they'd met, and he did, at least, have the decency to say goodbye, but Jason was going to miss his big brother.

…::-::...

It was about half an hour after Dick had left the Manor that Barbara got a knock on her front door.

She had only recently got back from her own patrol, and was slightly surprised to see Dick there.

"I just came to say goodbye," Dick explained solemnly, "I'm leaving for a while, I don't know where to, but Bruce doesn't want me anymore."

"What? Dick, why?"

"You know things have been pretty tense between the two of us for a while now, and tonight was the final straw. We both lost it and ended up shouting at each other, and then he tried to fire me, so I quit before he could, packed my things, said goodbye to Jay and Alfred before coming here"

"Oh, Dick," Babs sighed, wrapping him in a hug, "I understand, but, I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, Babs. I promise I'll keep in touch, okay?"

…::-::...

After Dick said his, very emotional, goodbye to Barbara, he wandered the Gotham streets until he got to a particular apartment building.

Leaving his bags in a very well hidden alcove, he scaled the side until he got to a certain balcony and climbed inside.

He found Selina on her sofa watching television. She looked up at his entrance.

"Dick! What are you doing here so late?"

Dick sighed and explained to her the same story he had told Barbara previously. His mother looked just as upset.

"I understand why you're going," she said sadly, "Bruce shouldn't have spoken to you like that. And, don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for Jason."

"Thanks, S," he said, "I'll keep in touch, okay."

"Alright, kitten," she replied.

Before exiting the way he had come, Dick gave her a two-fingered salute before climbing down over the balcony. Selina simply shook her head at her son's antics.

…::-::...

It was about 3 months later that both women realized where Dick had gone. He had messaged the pair simply with a "Watch the news tonight - N" and they had no idea what "N" stood for, but it soon became clear.

They did as he'd asked, finding nothing of interest until a report on a new vigilante in Bludhaven known as Nightwing. Both women smirked. That was definitely Dick.

Part 5:

3 years later, a 19 year old Dick Grayson sat on his sofa in his Bludhaven apartment watching the news. He had it turned to a Gotham channel, feeling nostalgic for the city he had grown up in. It was then that he heard of the tragedy.

"It has been confirmed," the news woman said, "that the second adopted son of Bruce Wayne has been killed."

Dick swore his heart stopped beating.

"The 16 year old was kidnapped by the Joker while on an overseas trip, and was beaten before the warehouse he was being held in blew up. Bruce Wayne, who had been unable to get there in time, is heartbroken over this tragic loss. Our condolences to the family."

Dick switched off the TV. It couldn't be true. Jason couldn't be dead. Not him. Not Dick's little brother. He had to see for himself. He had been away for too long.

…::-::...

There was a loud knocking on her apartment door that woke Barbara up. She checked the time wearily. Who would it be at 04:20 in the morning?

Putting on a top and slippers, she lumbered to and opened the door. She nearly had the fright of her life when a 19 year old Dick Grayson stood worriedly on her doorstep.

"Babs," he said urgently, "Please tell me it isn't true, that Jason isn't…"

"Oh, Dick," Babs cried, all signs of tiredness fading instantly, "I'm sorry, but…"

Dick, realizing what that meant, grasped her tightly in his arms as the both of them cried, cried for the loss of their little brother.

…::-::...

The next morning, Dick awoke bleary-eyed on Barbara's sofa. It took him a moment to realise where he was and why, and, as soon as he did, a huge wave of sadness overcame him.

He got up, changed into a clean set of clothes from the suitcase he had brought with him, and went to check on Barbara.

Seeing that she was still asleep, he decided to let her be as she needed the rest.

Leaving a note beside her bed, he left the apartment quietly, locking the door behind him.

…::-::...

Climbing back into his car, he drove in the direction of the apartment he had last visited three years previously.

Deciding that, while he was there, he might as well make his presence in Gotham a surprise, he left his things in the car and scaled the side of the building once again, climbing over the balcony to enter the apartment.

Selina, this time, was not seated on the sofa, but rather preparing herself some breakfast in the kitchen. She got quite a shock when Dick suddenly appeared in the doorway, probably because she didn't recognise him at first.

Seeing him there again, she was stunned at how much he really did look like Bruce; with the same raven hair and bright blue eyes.

"Dick," she said, walking immediately forwards and embracing her son in a hug, "What are you doing here? When did you get back?"

"I got here last night," he replied, "drove from Bludhaven immediately after I heard about Jason. Spent the night on Babs' sofa, and here we are now."

"He was only 16," Selina uttered, quietly, "far too young to die."

"We all know what we're getting into when we start," Dick agreed, "We just don't really believe it's going to happen."

…::-::...

Dick and Selina spent a good portion of that morning catching up, Dick explaining about his job as a Bludhaven police detective. She listened with interest, but they both knew that it was just an excuse not to talk about Jason.

Soon, Dick said that he needed to leave, knowing that if he was going to talk to Bruce again, it would be better if it was sooner rather than later.

…::-::...

It felt strange, Dick thought, driving up to the familiar iron gates after three years.

He drove up the drive, got out of the car, and stood for a moment before the large mahogany doors, taking a second to build up his courage before knocking.

The doors were opened almost immediately by Alfred, who took one look at the man on the doorstep and gave him a small smile.

"Master Dick," he said, "Welcome back."

Part 6:

"Master Bruce is in his study, with Master Tim," Alfred informed

"Okay, thanks, Alfie."

Tim, Dick knew, was Bruce's latest adopted son, his youngest brother.

Dick walked reluctantly up the stairs to where he knew the study was situated. Knocking briefly on the door, he opened it and went inside.

Both occupants looked up at his entrance, one of surprise and the younger of confusion. Bruce and Tim.

"Dick?" Bruce uttered, "You're back."

"I'm sorry I stayed away for so long."

"It's my fault."

"Not entirely."

"Truce then?"

"Truce."

Apparently, I have almost reached the maximum length, so the rest will be a separate post. I have, however, only written up to part 7, so the parts after that will follow on separately.

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