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magnoliasandarson · 1 month

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1 Voicemail- Delete (final installment)

“Long time, no see, Dickhead.”

His escrima sticks slipped through his slackened fingers, and his knees nearly gave out. He knew that voice. He listened to a recording of it every night. A red helmet was tossed to the ground, and suddenly the world around him was thrown into flux.

The ground beneath his feet felt like it was shaking, the sky was spinning around him, and his pulse was loud and staccato in his own ears. He felt like he was standing in the center of a tornado.

Staring at him, mere feet away, was his brother.

Jason.

He was taller now, distantly Dick remembered a tiny grave; his eyes were more green. There were new scars traced into his tan face, and some part of Dick’s soul screamed for blood. More important than all of that, Dick could see the rise and fall of Jason’s chest. He was breathing. He was alive.

Dick Grayson was in two places all at once. He was standing on a rooftop staring at his dead brother, and he was crumpled at the same brother’s grave. He was staring into blue-green eyes and clawing at dirt. He was biting into his own tongue so hard that he tasted his blood, and he was vomiting onto dewy grass. He was listening to the roar of the flames from a burning warehouse a roof away, and he was listening to that cursed fucking voicemail. His very soul was cleaved in half, and his world was shattering and mending all at once.

His body moved of its own accord, his mouth spewing forth words he’d sobbed at a cold headstone: “Jason, Jay—fuck, Jason.”

Jason’s face crumpled, but he didn’t move, and that was all Dick needed to yank the now towering frame of his baby brother into his arms. “Oh fuck, Little Wing,” the words leaving his mouth were no more a conscious decision than the bile had been so many years ago. “You were the best Robin—Jason—my baby brother—my brother.”

The body trapped in his arms was trembling, and there was a wet spot forming on Dick’s collarbone. “You were the best, Jay, and you were good—you were so good. I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry.” He was begging for forgiveness, for love, for recognition, for Jason.

Dick was holding his brother like he’d dreamed of for years. He’d only hugged Jason a handful of times before his death, he could remember each time. He’d sobbed at the grave, knowing his brother had died not knowing how loved he was, “I love you so much, Jay; we all love you so much. You were never a replacement, you were my brother- you are my brother.”

His brother was home. He was alive and home. Dick was shaking, and Jason was shaking, and they were both crying, but none of that mattered because Jason was alive. Jason was back, and Dick could finally stop listening to that fucking voicemail.

#dc comics #jason todd #dc universe #batman #batfam #dick grayson #red hood #nightwing #batfamily #dc robin #dick grayson is a good brother #jason todd needs a hug #dick grayson needs a hug #bat angst

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brucewaynehater101 · 1 month

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Dick Grayson is crying, screaming, throwing up with that elder sibling angst.

Does anyone else think about how he moved out before he even knew he'd be an older brother?

His dad is being a complete ass to him and bam! A kid, a child that can actually understand what's going on, is thrown into his life. A teenager his dad is dragging into the role Bruce had pushed Dick out of.

Then, when he, as a not quite an adult himself, can finally process and put away that grief to help his suprise sibling: his brother dies.

He finds out after the funeral is over. He barely started to be an older sibling to the kid, couldn't even bid him goodbye, and he has to live with the fact that he has failed his brother. There's nothing that can change that.

Then, Bruce is being an ass again. Another child is dragged into that same godsdamned role. That role he crafted from the bones of his parents. The outfit he was pushed from. The funeral shroud that wrapped the kid he isn't sure he can call his brother.

So Dick tries again. He tries to be better, do better. He can't quite protect Tim from Bruce, especially because Tim isn't legally Bruce's kid. He still tries. He loves his youngest brother.

Then Jason comes back to life, but he's so angry. He's bitter and hurting and lashing out. Dick knows it's partly his fault.

Then Damian comes into the fold. This kid is angry and hurting and lashing out. He tries to be an older brother to these two despite how they push him away. It's painful to be rejected, but he still tries.

He is reassured that he's been there for Tim. He's been the older brother that Tim needs. So he tries to be there for Damian too. He really tries.

He tries even when he becomes the kid's father instead of his brother. He succeeds. He became the family that the kid didn't want at first but so desperately needed.

It's only when his dad comes back that he realizes he failed Tim and Cass.

Anyways, Dick's definitely tugging on his hair and rocking himself back and forth on his bathroom floor as he contemplates how little he knew about being a brother and how much he hates himself for not being enough for his siblings.

#dc comics #dick grayson #dick grayson angst #dc nightwing #it's not dick's fault but how often has he been told that #when the mentor wears guilt like a responsibility the student picks up that habit #dick grayson needs a hug #older sibling angst

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scuze · 12 days

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My drawings of the Bat-Boys so far

#artwork #fanart #batman #dick grayson needs a hug #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #dick grayson #poor traumatised children

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fleur-de-violette · 1 month

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“I’m Batman,” and all the lies one tells themself

AO3

Summary:

Dick doesn’t take long to realize he’s in some kind of dream or hallucination. The issue is getting out of it. Prompt: “I could be worse; I could be you.”

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I hope you enjoy the fic! Warning for hallucinations/dream and general angst.

“Robin?”

Dick turns, tries to get his comm to work, tries to locate Damian without success. He’s in a corridor, with no memories of how he got there. He walks, but the place is never-ending. It turns, and closes on him, and moves around.

Lucid dream then. That, or he’s drugged.

“Robin?” he tries again. Only an unnatural echo replies to him.

“Robin,” says a voice behind him. “My little Robin, my spring bird, please look at me, please come to me.”

He’s not going to turn around. He knows what he will see if he does. He keeps walking. He knows all too well what the corpse of his mother looks like.

The cape becomes heavier and heavier as he walks. It’s suffocating. He tries to remove it, but the more he claws at it, the tighter it gets. Until there is no fabric behind his hands, and he’s fighting with gloved hands trying to strangle him. He looks up to see…

“Jason.”

“Surprised?”

“Not really. It’s not a secret you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” Jason says with a voice he associates with Jason. Not Red Hood. “I could never hate you, man! You’re so cool. When you were Robin, I always admired you! And now… look at me. Sure, B gave me the training, and the gadgets, but the idea, the magic! It’s all you. You made me who I am!”

“You made me who I am,” Red Hood repeats, with the voice of Red Hood, and his face deforms to take the shape of the mask, an inhuman form, shaped only by hate. “It’s your fault, it’s all your fault.”

He tries to fight, tries to get the hand to let him go until they finally do, and he falls backward.

Except there is no floor to meet him. Only the infinity of nothingness.

And he falls.

(Somewhere, there is a gunshot. Rain.)

He falls.

And falls.

Until a hand catches him. He looks up to a familiar cowl.

“B?”

“You disappointed me,” Bruce says. “All you do is disappoint me over and over again. There is not a day where I don’t regret picking up that day. Damn that pity that made me keep you around so long.”

Dick is still dangling in the air. But he can’t stay there. He has to fight. He will fight. He will come back to reality. He won’t lose now. He swore it on Bruce’s grave. He would protect Gotham. He would protect Robin. He would protect Damian.

“No, you’re not… you’re not him. Bruce is…” he said it to Tim, he can say it again. “Bruce is dead. And you’re not him. You’re just a result of whatever is happening to me. The worst knockoff imitation of Batman I’ve ever seen.”

“The worst?” Batman asks, and then he laughs, something unnatural with his face. “Oh, no. I’m not the worst.”

He pulls up Dick to whispers in his ear, “I could be worse. I could be you.”

#dc #batfam #fanfiction #my writing #dick grayson #batman #dick grayson needs a hug #angst #horror

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timdrake-yumm · 1 year

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So pretty much everyone agrees that Dick is the most physically affectionate of all the batfam, right? So how much more tragic would it be if after Tarantula, someone tried to hug him (whether they knew about his new trauma or not), and he flinched.

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ao3statistics · 3 months

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This is self-made. Date: 08.01.2024.

Not very spectacular results if I'm being honest.

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available, NOT English only. Includes all fandoms on Ao3 connected to DC, Batman etc.

The sibling tags in the chart above are all metatags.

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

Guys... come on... give him a break

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lily-drake · 1 year

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[Bio!dad Dick] when Dick had amnesia and became 'Ric Grayson' He hooked up with a traveling Sabine. He later discovers when looking into his old things when he was Ric he had been contacted by Sabine who told him he has a daughter named Marinette (maybe 5 years old now?idk), during his time as Batman (with Bruce 'dead', Tim missing, and Damian being well Damian) Dick makes the hard choice to stay out of his daughter's life to keep her safe from the world he lives in, but watches from a distance when he can. Before he knows it more years pass and he wants nothing more than to meet her but feels like it's to late. However everything changes when he goes down for patrol and finds one of his brothers at the batcom with a file of Marinette open, and the words 'Master Fu, ex-guardian' 'Mutlimouse, Known' 'New Guardian?'. And files on a Ladybug hero who bares a striking resemblance of his daughter.

Ric Rolled

Note, Ric/Dick is 21 at the beginning of the story while Sabine is 23.

Ric Grayson liked his job as a taxi driver. He learned a lot about the people in his city and even people from outside of it. But he always felt like he could be doing, or rather was meant for something more. Ever since he had left the hospital once the bullet wound was healed, he felt like he was missing something important from his life. It was his 21st birthday, and he decided to celebrate it at one of the nicer bars in his city.

“Hello, is this seat taken?”

A gentle voice spoke from beside him. Ric slowly turned his head and saw a beautiful woman with charcoal black hair, silver eyes, her makeup was done naturally, and her dress was a beautiful red and gold knee length qipao.

“No, you can sit here.”

He replied, gesturing toward the seat on his right side.

“My name is Sabine.”

She spoke as she gestured for the bartender. He didn’t respond, just took a sip from his glass.

“So what’s brought you here tonight?”

Sabine asked in a honeyed voice. Ric thought about whether or not he should answer that question, his already addled brain found nothing wrong with it though.

“It’s my birthday.”

“I see. You celebrating with anyone else?”

“Afraid not ma’am.”

“I see.”

Her voice was like that of a siren. Enchanting and full of life.

“Let me buy you a drink, whatever you want.”

Ric smiled at the lady and nodded.

“Thanks.”

“Of course. No one should spend their birthday by themselves.”

One drink led to another, which led to another, which led to a night that Ric hadn’t imagined he would have. When he awoke, he was alone, only a note.

Thanks for last night. Hope we can meet again one day, Ric.

~Sabine

Ric let out a groan, his head pounding up a storm. He wasn’t going to be able to work today.

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3 years later

Dick Grayson stared at the screen in front of him in shock. He remembered bits and pieces of his time as Ric Grayson, but he liked to pretend that those three years of his life never existed. But as he stared at the information in front of him, he wasn’t so sure he could ignore it for much longer. Turns out he had a daughter, and it had to be his because “Ric Grayson” was listed as the father on the copy of the birth certificate that he had been sent and the girl–his daughter– was just barely 2 years old.

Sabine had sent him a letter, but he had never seen it before as he had moved on from being Ric by that time. It was pure luck he even stumbled upon the letter in the first place when he was cleaning up the rundown apartment that he had stayed in. The overwhelming feeling of need that he felt at the thought of meeting the little girl, Marinette, was so overwhelming he couldn't think of anything else. Even breathing felt like a chore. He imagined being a real father, teaching her to read, watching her color, listening to her stories, he could even teach her gymnastics. It was a wonderful fantasy. But that was it, a fantasy. One that came crashing down with the sound of a katana slicing through a training dummy.

He shook his head as reality came crashing in around him. Bruce was dead, Tim was missing and probably hated him, Jason left the city, and he needed to make sure that Damian was being taken care of, he needed to be Batman and protect Gotham. He took a single minute to mourn what could have been before he stole himself and closed the files. She would be safer and happier without him. From what he saw Sabine was in a relationship with another man in Paris. He could watch after her from a distance, but it would be better if he was as far away from her as possible. It seemed everyone he loved got hurt in some way, and he would make sure that nothing would happen to her by keeping his distance.

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8 years later

Dick stared at his phone. There was a picture of a young girl at a sewing machine with the brightest smile. She had hair as black as Sabine’s and his eyes. She was growing up so fast and now that everything was working out he desperately wanted to meet her. But it has already been so long, it was probably too late now. She had Tom as her dad now. He had another daughter now, he and Kori had finally tied the knot, and now they had little Mari’. It wasn’t intentional, in fact it was Starfire that had named her that. It made his heart hurt when he thought of his other daughter. He often wondered if his girls would get along with each other if they ever met.

He sighed as he set down his phone and looked around the cave. He was in Gotham for the weekend just visiting his family—which was finally happy (well, as happy as they could be) together— with his wife and daughter. Star would be down soon, she was just putting Mari’ to bed. Star knew about Marinette and often encouraged him to reach out, and though he was thankful for her support, he was still too scared to approach her.

He could hear the fast click clacking of the Batcomputer’s keyboard, and as Bruce was upstairs he knew that it had to be Tim. Slowly he walked down the stairs to make sure that his brother hadn’t been down here for a consecutive 56 hours again. He had been getting a bit better at taking care of himself, but he knew Tim and which meant that if Tim found something overly important all of Tim’s own needs would be put aside until he was sure that he had finished everything.

“Tim, how long have you been down here?”

He asked as he carefully approached his baby brother from behind. Tim didn’t answer, he just kept clicking and moving things around on the screen. There was strike one, Tim may not always answer, but his shoulders would often either scrunch up or relax. And as neither of those reactions happened he may not have heard him showing how tired he was as Tim was one of the most aware and attentive one out of all of them.

Dick got closer to the screen and looked up to see what was so important to Tim. There files upon files of absolute chaos and destruction filling the screen. It looked horrifying and Dick couldn’t believe that it was real as if this was anywhere on Earth or even in space they would have heard about it by now. On the top and bottom right monitors there were files of three different people open at the moment. On the top there was an image of a girl with strikingly familiar blue eyes, dark raven hair, and a face he was staring at only a few minutes before.

Marinette Lenoire Dupain-Cheng

Identity (Known): Multi-Mouse (First)

New Guardian?

Pupil of ex-Grand Guardian: Wang Fu

Age: 11

Ethnicity: Asian-American

Location: Paris, France

Mother: Sabine Cheng

Birth Father: Ric Grayson

Step-father: Tom Dupain

Dick gulped as he read through the data. He hadn’t told his family about Marinette, but now they would know. He had told Starfire before they had gotten Married, and he was so relieved when she still accepted him, still loved him despite his mistake and cowardness. But he kept reading. He would have to process that his daughter was a hero, a hero at the same age he was. That his efforts to keep her out of this type of life were all in vain and that it didn’t matter now. That he was a failure. He started reading again.

Wang Fu

Identity (Known): Ex-Grand Guardian

Belonged to “The Order of the Guardians”1

Age: Unknown

Ethnicity: Unknown

Mother: Unknown

Father: Unknown

Needs to be further investigated

Then there was the final one.

Ladybug

Identity: Unknown

Age: Unknown

Origin: Unknown

Father: Unknown

Mother: Unknown

Relatives: Unknown

Source of power: Earrings

Power: Creation and restoration

Danger level, high. Need more data.

Tim studied the girl before him. He didn’t like what he saw. He looked at the picture of Ladybug, then the picture of his daughter, then the picture of his daughter in a mouse themed suit, then back to Ladybug. Dick was going to be sick, he was going to pass out, he was going to have a panic attack. He should have just been part of her life. Maybe if he had been in it she wouldn’t have had to become a hero. Maybe it was because he stayed out of her life that she unintentionally followed in his footsteps. He was a terrible father, how would he tell them, how would he tell her? What was he going to do now?

“Dick! Dick, you need to breathe! Come on Dick, please breathe with me.”

There was a distant voice talking to him, but it was so hard to hear over the raging voices in his head. What was he supposed to do now? It was too late for him to just insert himself in her life.

“No it’s not Dick. It’ll be okay. I won’t tell anyone, it’s your news to share.”

That was a nice thought, but there was no way that the others wouldn’t figure it out now.

“That may be true, but they’ll respect your boundaries and wait until you feel comfortable enough to talk about it.”

The voice said. Dick tried to breathe, he could feel his hand against something hard yet soft, and he clutched onto it. He could feel a gentle beating against his hand and slowly he began to even out his breathing all while the voice seemed to rattle on, saying things that he couldn’t seem to process as he focussed all of his efforts into simply breathing. How pathetic, he couldn’t even breathe right.

“You’re doing so go. That’s right, deep breath in, then a slow long breath out.”

Dick leaned forward until his forehead was resting against Tim’s shoulder, silent tears that he hadn’t even realized were falling leaking onto the boy's shirt. He could feel Tim’s arms slowly wrap around him as they both sat on the floor, silent except for the chittering of the bats and the light drip of water from the ceiling.

“What am I supposed to do? It’s too late to meet her, and now she’s in danger, she’s like us. I stayed away to keep her away from this life and it was all useless. It didn’t matter, I could have been in her life all this time but I didn’t and now-”

Dick let out a shuddering sob, unable to finish the sentence. Tim was frozen; he didn't know what to do. He could count on one hand how many times he had actually seen Dick cry. It was always so strange and foreign and he never really knew what to do. So he held Dick even tighter, rubbing his older brother’s back as he cried. He could feel someone’s gaze on them from above and slowly looked up to see Jason and Bruce, eyes wide in shock at the scene. Bruce snapped out of it first, racing down the stairs until he was at Dick’s side only a few moments later.

“Report.”

He barked panickedly, unsure of exactly what to do to help his oldest son.

“Dick found something out and he’s in distress. I’m not allowed to say what about as it’s his business to tell.”

Tim replied automatically, but he never let go of his brother though he glanced over to the Batcomputer.

Bruce looked over the data on the screen and nearly short circuited when he stumbled across the name of the father for Marinette/Multi-Mouse before he glanced down at his son. He understood the distress of his son when he had just discovered that he in fact had a child. Not knowing about Damian until he was ten because Talia had hidden his existence from him had been heartbreaking. He could only imagine what it felt like for Dick who loved those he was close with and trusted with all of his being.

Slowly Bruce bent down glancing at Tim who slowly nodded and backed away a little, but Dick only held on tighter with a slight whimper. Tim looked like he was in pain himself.

“It’s okay Dick, Bruce wants to give you a hug too.”

But Dick didn’t let go of his little brother. The little brother he nearly lost to Ra’s, to The Widower, to Lady Shiva, to the Joker, to so many people. He clung onto the boy even tighter, he didn’t want to lose anyone else.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stay here with you.”

Tim whispered softly, pulling Dick closer.

“You’re going to have to pick both of us up B, he’s not letting go, and I think bad things will happen if I try to move away again.”

Bruce grunted in his ‘I understand and I’m really worried’ way and carefully picked up both of his sons, moving them towards the upstairs family den. Jason had already left to get Alfred, worried about his big brother, but unwilling to admit it.

“We’ll figure everything out, you’ll get to meet her. I think that she’d love to meet you. You could just take Star with you, we could watch Mari’ for you. I’m sure everything will work out, don’t give up. It’s never too late Dick.”

Dick didn’t know how much he believed those words, but Tim was right. He needed to go visit her, he needed to make things right. But until then, he would hold onto the family he had now, because they loved him and he loved them. He loved the daughter that probably didn’t even know existed, and he protected the people he loved. So he would need to protect her, and in order to do that, he would need to finally meet her. He would never give her up, he would never let her down, and never again would he desert her.

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miles-morxales · 1 year

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like father like son.

Dick Grayson x fem!reader

warnings! :child neglect, bruce needa do better😬, arguing, slight obsession, attachment issues

IN WHICH, Dick Grayson feels like since he doesn’t feel enough love at home from bruce, maybe attaching himself to catgirl to fill his slightly empty heart could work.

part 1: first time meeting.

“Whose that?” A young 15 year old Dick asked Bruce. Next to Catwoman was a shorter and younger girl. “Catgirl, apparently catwoman has a new sidekick. I assume you know what to do?” Bruce said in a all too familiar monotone voice. Catwoman was doing a different job than usual. No stealing jewelry or robbing a bank. No no no.. This time, she was stealing.. fertilizer? And she brought a friend too.

“I know I know. Distract with the girl while u go and flirt with Catwoman blah blah blah.” “i do not- you know what, just do it.” (We all know you on her bad brucey bruce, it’s ok🙂).

While Batman went to go stop Catwoman’s shitty plan (pun intended🤭) Dick had to go stop Catgirl. Of course he got stuck doing the easy job! So fun. Catwoman and Batman were having a full on cat chase (I’m full of puns today🤭) and he to distract some new chick on the block.Except, maybe it wasn’t as easy as he thought.

IN THE WAREHOUSE (still full of shit)

Dick’s POV:

So I walk in right? No, I kick the fucking door down, trying to do you know a cool entrance. Just for no one to be seen. “Come out kitty kitty kitty.” I looked around for a good 3 minutes, then just as I was about to tell Batman no one was there I felt a breath on my neck. “Boo.” I gasped and almost fell over. Where tf did she come from?

“I’ve heard a lot about you Boy Wonder. Let me guess, while Batman goes and chase around Catwoman, you got sent to distract me from loading more fertilizer into the truck?” Damn I didn’t know it was that obvious ☹️. “Uh, no?” It came out more like a question than a answer. “Sure..” She said. “So, you gonna try and turn me in or what?” She said circling me. “Um, that is kinda my job. So if you wouldn’t mind.” I tried to grab her arms and hold her but she quickly turned to the side and kicked me in my stomach. Uhmmm, ouchhh?

“First thing you need to know about me, I’m nothing like Catwoman. I’m not into the long game. Number two, what made you think it would be that easy in the first place?” She said as I was taken aback by her swiftness. “Well Catgirl, I apologize for underestimating you. Friends.” I said walking closer and putting my hand out. She scoffed, but eventually shook my hand with a fake smile on her face.

I them twisted her hand behind her back, taking the other in my grasp. “Fuck you.” She said, I chuckled at her statement. “Just doing me job. You shouldn’t be trying to fall into a life of crime with Catwoman anyway.” “Is this the part where you try and convince me to “Do better!” and “to make better choices!”Robin?” She says in this weird type of voice. I don’t know why but it catches me off guard and she slips away, try’s to kick me again but I catch her foot. “Nice try, but this is not gonna take long. We’re in a huge warehouse, in the middle of the mountains full of shit. I don’t wanna be here as much as you don’t.”

She flips off my hand and lands on her feet swiftly. “Well i don’t wanna be here more. She said if I don’t go she’ll take my door off of the hinges and that I can’t do anymore jobs with her for a week. You think I wanna be here in the cold, in a place full of horse dookie?” I snort at the word dookie. She’s funny. I take a minute to take in her features. She has longer hair than Catwoman, in a ponytail coming out her suit. Beautiful really, and perfect y/e/c eyes. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” She says, I snap out of my staring and I can feel heat creeping up my neck. How embarrassing..

*cue fight scene where he ends up catching you outside the warehouse and they are both out of breath*

“Fina-fucking-lly, you know for Batman’s sidekick you’re really bad at shutting up and just catching ppl.” She says, damn that kinda hurt. “Says the one whose hands are literally roped together?” “Touché.” She says smirking and winking at me. I feel my stomach flutter a little. Just as I’m about to say something, Batman shows up behind me, Catwoman nowhere to be found. “Good work Robin, now let’s get her somewhere safe.” I take her hand and walk towards the batmobile with Batman. As we approach it, I turn around and she’s nowhere to be found anymore.. whatttt😱.

Okay okay.. so I might have let go of her hand on while she untied the knot without noticing.. but can you blame me?? I could barely feel my hands in the first place in this weather, let alone hers?? When we notice, both catwoman, Catgirl and the truck are gone. Let’s just say Batman was not happy on the ride home..

When we got back, he sent me to my room. Whispering how I should’ve noticed to himself, as if I don’t already feel bad. First, it’s freezing. Second, I get stuck in a warehouse full of shit fighting off some catwoman sidekick, then the minute he actually says I did a good job she gets away. As if Catwoman didn’t get away either?? “Would you like some hot chocolate Master Dick?” Alfred says, peeking through my room door. “No thank you Alfred, I’m off to bed.”

a/n: it’s currently 2:45 in the morning rn- anyways this is part one of a 5 part lil series, hope y’all enjoyed, I haven’t written in ages. bye bye! Muah

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #bruce wayne #dc #cat woman dupe #catwoman #dick grayson needs a hug #angst #attachment issues #fluff #alfred needs a raise #catgirl #catwoman has a daughter??#warehouse #disapointment #cold as shit #dick Grayson CANT catch a break

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marauderundercover · 2 years

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Mistakes Were Made (Every Fifteen Minutes)

Where Tim participates at school and the Bats think he's dead because of it.

Read the fic on AO3 (so I don’t lose my formatting because it was a pain in the butt)

[image description: tweet from: Gotham Academy @gagazette

Timothy Jackson Drake, 14, passed away April 14th as a result of injuries sustained in a car crash involving a drunk driver. He was a beloved student at Gotham Academy, and will be missed. #everyfifteenminutes. Reply tweet: RT @gagazette wow, this is- I actually teared up in class #everyfifteenminutes #riptimdrake]

#batfam #tim drake #dick grayson needs a hug #jason todd #bruce wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #he has the brain cell #presumed character death #he's not #but they think he is #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #titans tower au #kinda

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sacersanguis · 2 years

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he's a ten but he's also the eldest child/sibling in a family filled with ultra-traumatized vigilantes-

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madigan-thompson · 8 months

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Chapters: 32 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson & John Grayson & Mary Grayson, Dick Grayson & Raya Vestri Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Mary Grayson, John Grayson, Richard (Uncle Rick) Grayson, Barbara Gordon, James Gordon Jr., Ace the Bat-Hound, Tony Zucco, Joker, Poison Ivy, Catwoman, Vicki Vale, Lucius Fox, Penguin, C. C. Haly, Raya Vestri, Original Characters Series: Part 1 of Robin Summary:

Tragedy, Training, Triumph: A Little Bird takes Flight

Richard Grayson had it all. A loving family, a promising future in his family’s circus act and the thrill of seeing the world. But life seldom goes as planned. During a performance in the city of Gotham, the equipment that held the Flying Graysons safe for countless years inexplicably fails. Richard’s family is gone. But is there more to the story? And now, as the ward of the Prince of Gotham, Richard has a home again. But could the perpetrator of his family’s fate be coming for him?

#hurt/comfort #emotional hurt/comfort #angst and hurt/comfort #orphans #adoption #childhood trauma #dick grayson needs a hug #Dick Grayson-centric #bruce wayne is batman #protective bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth is a saint #pov dick grayson #kidnapping #kidnapped dick grayson

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idkwhateventodowithlife · 2 years

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There is a dim echo to the motion, a dulled sense of you having seen this before, another hand on a different man.

It’s gone almost as soon as it had arrived, fading from your awareness, instantly forgotten.

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Or:

Bruce doesn’t make it out of the warehouse alive.

Jason does.

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blackcatsnstrawberries · 1 year

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Nightwing’s glass shattering scream was thankfully muffled by the glove.

The sound of searing flesh made his stomach knot, and the smell almost made him bring up the patties he just downed. Hood had to use his free arm to lean across Wing’s rib cage to hold the man down. Nightwing was thrashing and fighting hard to move away from the white hot knife.

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uselessnocturnal · 2 years

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small potatoes

(n.) something insignificant or unimportant

tw: depression

Today, Dick decides as he stares up at the ceiling, today will be a potato day. It’s easy for him to reach out for his phone and send a dispassionate but apologetic message to the gymnastics school calling in sick. His head is pounding behind his eyes – not painful per say but very much making its presence known. The room is dark apart from the slivers of light that sneak in through the blinds. He lets out a small groan and pulls the duvet over himself a little tighter, closing his eyes and turning on his side.

The tiredness runs bone-deep, his head hurts and he feels like his bed is going to swallow him whole. He’s meant to be going to the manor that evening for the weekend but the very thought of having to move even an inch from the bed, of having to make conversation with his family only makes his head hurt more. Just another hour, he tells himself. Then I’ll get up.

Potato days is a self-coined term Dick had come up with for the days where he simply couldn’t bring himself to do anything but stay in bed and let sleep reclaim him or simply stare into space. They’re the days where his body and mind decide they need to have a reset. The days where everything has caught up and he can’t handle it right that moment. He tries to push it to days he won’t be missed or when he knows he might be able to skip out on plans. But those days are rare and far between and sometimes, these moments sneak up on him.

Dick’s not even entirely sure what triggered it this time. There have been no huge cases, his day and night job were going well, nothing huge in Gotham had gone down, his siblings were all alive and getting along as well as they would. The mental checklist filters through his head in a daze and he huffs out a breath. He’s still groggy, the grasp of sleep still clinging to his exhausted mind and he can’t bring himself to have another thought. Just another hour of sleep, he repeats, then I’ll be fine.

He wakes up much too warm, eyes feeling like they were being dragged down by weights and the headache even more present than before. Prying his eyes open a fraction, he blindly searches for his phone.

1.24pm

He’d slept significantly longer than he had wanted to and the thought sends a shooting panic through his chest that goes just as quickly as it comes. Dick does the maths in his head. In total he’s had almost eleven hours of sleep now. Why is he still so exhausted? Will more sleep help?

No. No, he has to get up now or he won’t leave his bed. Shoving the covers to the side feels like he’s just run a marathon. He lies on his back for a moment with his eyes half-open staring at a mark on the ceiling he hadn’t noticed before. Squeezes his eyes shut again and takes a breath. He can do this.

I can’t do this.

And then he starts to cry.

All at once the bed feels too big, his apartment too small, his life so empty, his family too far away. and fuck, he’s lonely and tired and the work never ends and he just- he just wants a hug.

God, he just wants someone to hold him together as he falls apart.

#depression tw #dick grayson #dick grayson needs a hug #hurt no comfort #batman fic #fanfiction #i was gonna add more #but i haven written in ages #and this is pretty much unedited #potato days is my phrase #yes this is a little self indulgent #ok its very self indulgent #lyss writes

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