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river-bottom-nightmare · 2 years

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immediately after entering the grand front entrance of wayne manor, anyone who chose to visit would be beholden to two massive curved staircases leading to the upper levels. they framed a small hearth nestled proudly between them and upon the mantle rested an extraordinary portrait of thomas and martha wayne, and above that was the wayne family crest. it gave the overall impression to anyone who dared enter that they should be properly cowed becaue waynes were vicious, powerful, and hedo-fucking-nistic.

of course, clark himself had always felt a sense of fond indulgence upon entering wayne manor, because usually he took about three steps into the house before a shrill cry of glee ruptured the air, and he was faced with a hurdle of energy in the body of a sixty-pound boy sliding halfway down the staircase before throwing himself in the air.

"catch me!" dick would always shout.

and clark, whether lunging to tuck him securely in his arms, floating upwards so he could latch onto his back, or simply letting dick fling himself onto clark like a koala, would never fail to catch him.

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in hindsight, perhaps clark's good-natured teasing about little birds leaving the nest early had been a bit too on the mark. then again, the titans were in new york, only a little over 200 miles from gotham. bruce was sulking and growling and staring wistfully out of a window like dick had decided to move halfway across the globe and told bruce he'd never return. in truth, it was more like a rather dangerous month-long summer camp, a perfectly normal experience for most fifteen-year-olds, as clark readily assured bruce.

and it wasn't like the justice league wasn't allowed to visit. the titans—robin included—grew a tad snappish whenever one of the league showed up during a mission to either provide backup, support, or supervision, which superman understood. but as clark, overlarge glasses and trucker cap and all, dick welcomed the company.

"i think it's going pretty well, uncle clark!" dick said, grinning up at clark. his domino was on, and the tactical leggings under his hoodie suggested he was mostly suited-up, but his stance was lax.

"glad to hear it," clark said. "didn't have a single doubt." the two of them swung their feet over the edge of the skyscraper, and as dick systematically devoured an entire bagful of churros, clark tilted his chin up towards the clouds, resplendent, reveling in the wind.

"you should see our reports filing," dick boasted. "vic and i took b's reports system, combined it with the jl system, and made a couple improvements of our own. it's a thing of beauty, supes."

"i'm sure it is," clark chuckled, tickled pink by the childish flush on dick's cheeks, eager as hell to share his achievements. and the thing was, clark believed dick, one-hundred-percent. sure, he was a little excitable and moody at times, but he was brilliant, and so was his team. clark had little doubt dick and the titans had already come up with something revolutionary, and if he knew his best friend at all, bruce would integrate it into his own systems, spilling at the seams with pride.

dick, chirping sun that he was, kept talking. "and i know something b was most worried about was my training, but we came up with a training schedule together, and we really are getting better!" a quick brush of his hands sent crumbs flying down the side of the building, and dick jumped to a crouch on the ledge. "i'll have a couple tricks that'll put b in the ground next time i see him."

"i'm, uh, pretty certain of that," clark said, eyeing the ledge dick was balancing. he knew dick's balance was better than his own, but the wind was whistling and the fall was plunging. "but—"

"i'll give you a sneak peek," dick grinned, lustrous, a velveteen jacket, a fucking riot. then, he dived off the edge of the building, already reaching for the grapple tucked in his belt. "catch me if you can!"

clark, tugging his cap off and his buttoned shirt open to reveal the suit beneath, couldn't have done anything but followed.

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gotham was always appropriately dramatic, a frankenstein's monster of a city, always ripping lightning out of the air, always turning the darkness into bared canines and fear. bludhaven, though? was just dull. smog smothered the air in endless monotony, indistinguishable from flotsam roofs and old shipping depots.

though that wasn't all there was, despite a first glance. the sun rose slowly over the water, light skittering over the waves and sparkling ever-so-slightly. stickers clung resolutely concrete and brick, spray paint swooping along the sides of buildings all bold and beautiful, a chorus in aluminum paint and air. planters hanging off balconies, children reaching up to ring the bus bell, a battered newsletter for a trash clean-up along the docks, this—this was blüdhaven as dick saw it, this was coaxed him into staying.

"it's beautiful in the mornings," clark said, gently touching down next to dick, careful to land perfectly on the ledge, careful not to upset dick's balance. it was still there, like it always was, but it was looking....precarious.

dick hummed, scooting over in an invitation for clark to join him. his legs were still, toes pointed towards the lapping waves. "it is, isn't it?" dick murmured. "sometimes, when the sun hits the water just right as it comes up, it turns everything rosy and pink."

"sounds beautiful," clark said.

"it was pink today, a couple minutes ago. you missed it."

shifting a little closer to dick, clark settled into a tense sitting position. "sorry i missed it," clark apologized, "but i'm here now."

at that, dick huffed out an incredulous laugh. "jesus, uncle clark, don't be dramatic," the words came out a tinge mocking, but there was sincerity threaded all through clark's name, just as there had always been. "i'm fine."

"dick," clark said carefully. "you're sitting on the top of a bridge, and the only thing under you is the blüdhaven harbour."

dick sighed, and repeated, "i'm fine. not gonna jump. just thinking."

"you maybe wanna think a little closer to home?"

"i don't have a home anymore," dick mumbled, tucking his legs close to his chest. "my apartment was—the whole building was destroyed. everyone in there, they....." he cut himself off at his voice's first waver.

clark felt something inside him crumble, the dried edges of a flower falling apart. "dick...." he said softly. "fuck. come to my house, stay as long as you need—"

"no, it's fine," dick interrupted. "there's somewhere i need to go. someone who's, uh, waiting, i think. for me."

clark said nothing, the ache in his chest pounding ever-louder. dick was curled up, defensive, hurt. something had happened, something that clashed with dick's apartment burning in the worst sort of way.

"besides," dick said, finally looking up and offering clark a weak, watered-down version of his usual grin. "if i fall, you'll catch me, right?"

"always," clark responded, instantly, readily, truthfully. but watching the sun throw highlights on dick's hair, he was left wondering if dick had already toppled down.

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clark would never say it aloud, but he'd admitted it to himself a while ago: bruce was right. motorcycles really were cool.

having dick behind him was strange, his reduced strength having to work overtime to adjust the bike to the extra weight. all the same, he felt safer with dick at his back, probably safer than he'd ever felt since his life collapsed into shambles. (not since lois had—purple shadows and heavy lids and clark's clench-jawed heartbreak, pained, so fucking pained—not since lois.)

clark had watched dick grow from a bobbing, flickering, undying flame in the depths of gotham to someone incandescent, and though he knew he'd never look at dick with the same pride and torn-lipped love that bruce did, that was still, in some ways, his kid too. the amount of people clark trusted as much as dick were possibly, waveringly few.

now, the motorcycle (lana the third) eating up pavement with a rip-roaring vengeance, the two of them staring down a wild-eyed desmond with nothing but a well-full of determination and a half baked plan, dick asked, "you trust me?"

clark, without a second thought, said, "of course. i know you'll catch me."

and dick grinned, feckless and wild, before diving straight over desmond's head. clark waited until a second before collision, then followed, jumping up with as much force as he could muster. the motorcycle (god rest lana the third in peace) crashed into desmond, a crumpled heap of fire and scarring metal.

dick, whose timing and aim were perfect as always, had swung up onto a traffic pole. "time to fly, superman," he said, catching clark securely with his thighs before swinging upward and throwing him into the air. "up, up, and all that!"

with the added boost, clark leapt cleanly over the remaining wreckage before turning into a landing, arms out and ready to catch dick as he vaulted into the air.

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dick grayson week 2022, day 4: "catch me"

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grayson annual #2 goddamn. also, trucker hat clark supremacy who's with me

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dickgraysonweek · 2 years

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From April 6th to 12th we are going to celebrate 82 years of Dick Grayson, which means the week starts in ONE WEEK!

PROMPTS

This year we've decided to include an extra day on April 19th:

We'd like to point out here that sentence prompts don't have to be used word for word. Furthermore, if there are no written words in your fanwork but one of the sentence prompts inspires you, you can depict a situation that implies the same meaning without having to use words.

What is the “A Celebration of 82 Years” Prompt? It’s the free prompt of the week. Simultaneously, it encourages the creation of fannish works that aren’t usually part of weeks, such as meta about your favorite canon moments, headcanons, graphics, quotes, etc.

How do I share my works?

On Tumblr and Twitter via tagging #DickGraysonWeek2022 or by adding us @dickgraysonweek. There’s also an Ao3 Collection.

If you’re in need of further information, rules and about might be able to help. If you can’t find your answers there, feel free to send us an ask! 💙

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fallenqueen2 · 2 years

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Dick Grayson Week 2022 Day 7

Day 7 of @dickgraysonweek - “Dick Grayson, What a Legend! Even The Villains Love Him!” | Contract On Nightwing

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“Ivvvvyyy! Did ya see? Did ya hear? The pair of balls on this Blockbuster guy!” Harley wailed as she crashed into Poison Ivy’s hideout, Catwoman trailing behind Harley looking just as annoyed as the blonde was.

“I heard, this nobody has the gall to put a contract out on Nightwing? Our original boy wonder?” Ivy was already working on something special for this Blockbuster, whoever he may be.

“Penguin and Riddler are already forming a plan, you want in?” Catwoman asked as she snapped her whip at a nearby garden statue and nodded as the head broke off cleanly. Ivy allowed it knowing the cat thief had a hand (more or less) in raising Nightwing.

“You can count on me,” Ivy agreed as she plucked a few bulbs from the ground where they had sprung up under her feet.

“Did ya hear? The contract is being turned down left and right! Even Deathstroke of all people rejected it!” Harley swung her mallet over her shoulder, eyes wide and full of insanity but this time no innocent people or Bats would be the receiver of it.

“The little bird makes friends everywhere he goes,” Catwoman smiled amused while Ivy’s eyebrows rose up in surprise at the fact that Deathstroke had rejected it, perhaps the encounters she had heard of between Nightwing and Deathstroke weren’t as violent as they all first thought.

“Why hasn’t the big old bat or even the League gone down and put a stop to this contract?” Ivy knew Batman had ears everywhere, even the darker sides of the web where no doubt this contract had been posted.

“No clue, but it’s been a week! I heard the OG Birdie has fought off a few assassins already!” Harley swung her mallet and destroyed the statue that Catwoman had just beheaded moments before.

“Either he doesn’t know or he does and figures Nightwing can deal with it,” Catwoman stated, eyes narrowing behind her goggles telling Ivy how much Catwoman disagrees with what Batman was or was not doing in regards to the Original Boy Wonder.

“Let’s head out and make this Blockbuster jerk-off regret the day he was born, he may be in ‘Haven now but the boy wonder is ours!” Harley did a cartwheel as the trio of females exited Ivy’s hideout.

Penguin, Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy and Catwoman made their way out of Gotham without a problem, feeling a bit odd as Gotham disappeared behind them as Bludhaven rose up in front of them. They were Gotham Rogues, this was not their turf but Nightwing was a part of Gotham as much as they were.

They had watched the kid grow up, had seen the fall out of a new Robin taking his place and they had seen him return as a new hero in his own right. Unlike Joker, Two-Face and other more violent Gotham Rogues, they did not want any of the Bats to die, much less the original Robin, Gotham’s first bird.

“My Penguin drones have located him, take a left Riddler dear,” Penguin looked up from his tablet and Riddler whistled as he took a hard left and sped down the street uncaring of the traffic lights.

“On the rooftop of that building… If my intel is correct that hulking man is Blockbuster. It appears he is sick of waiting for someone to fill the contract he took out on the little Robin and is taking matters into his own hands.” Penguin reported, tapping his cane against the floor by his feet.

Catwoman rolled down her window and gracefully flipped out onto the roof before firing a grappling hook and flying up towards the rooftop. Harley cackled as Ivy grew vines from the pavement of the roadway and the two hitched a ride up to the roof as well. Penguin and Riddler joined them a moment later, thanks to Penguin’s umbrella.

Catwoman had already leapt into action, her whip lashed tightly around Blockbuster’s wrist, trying to break the death grip he had around Nightwing’s throat as the masked hero grappled at the thick fingers, trying to breathe.

“Back off asshole! He’s our bird!” Harley howled as she swung her mallet hard against the side of Blockbuster’s head. Blockbuster grunted and released his hold on Nightwing’s throat when Catwoman’s whip grew spikes and dug into his skin, that paired with the numerous hard whacks with Harley’s mallet he had no choice but to release his hold and jump out of the range of the two mad Gotham Rogues.

“What? What are you all doing here?” Nightwing coughed, massaging his throat from his knees as he looked up and around at the gathered Gotham villains in shock. Riddler was cackling as he tossed mini bombs towards Blockbuster while Penguin shot at the Bludhaven villain with his cane, Harley was flipping back and forth, swinging her mallet and tossing out insults while Catwoman used her spiked whip to cut into Blockbuster’s skin.

“You may live in Bludhaven now, but you will always belong to us, to Gotham. Just rest for now little Robin,” Ivy crooned as she blew a handful of pollen into Nightwing’s face and planted one of the newly grown bulbs against his arm, for extra insurance. Nightwing swayed from his knees before collapsing onto his side, his fall cushioned by a newly spouted bed of moss.

Ivy nodded contently at the sight of Nightwing sleeping peacefully and protected by the cage of interlocking vines she grew around the bed of moss before she pulled out some more deadly of her plants and joined the fray.

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“…So you’re taking me that Catwoman, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, The Riddler and Penguin arrived to save you from Blockbuster? Who is now six feet under someplace either here or in Gotham? Blockbuster who put a contract out on your head and you didn’t tell anyone?” Jason crossed his arms over his chest as he levelled Dick with a deadpanned look as Dick nursed a headache from where he was collapsed over his couch, an ice pack around his throat.

“Yes, Ivy said something about me still belonging to them, to Gotham. I don’t know little Wing, it’s all just a bit too much for me to process right now.” Dick rasped out.

“I think I’m going to make a shirt that says “Dick Grayson, What a Legend! Even The Villains Love Him!” And wear it at all the meetings just to explain this to everyone and see the looks on their faces!” Jason burst out laughing as he dropped into the chair next to Dick’s couch.

“Real funny, B is gonna flip when he finds out. Slade already almost burst a blood vessel when he found out.” Dick grumbled and Jason decided not to touch the first name basis with Deathstroke with a ten-foot pole, that was for another day.

“Oh, his face is going to do that thing where it goes red, then purple and then blue and then he just gives up.” Jason grinned brightly, he loved that look on Bruce’s face whenever something out of the expected happened.

“I’m never going to live this down am I?” Dick gave a long-suffering sigh.

“Not even a little bit, I’m going to tell Roy and Kory next!” Jason grinned before he cackled as he imagined the looks on their faces when he told them and Dick just sighed dramatically but was happy to hear his little brother’s laughter even in these odd circumstances.

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angstygrayson · 2 years

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@dickgraysonweek Day 4: Catch me

#dickgraysonweek2022 #dick grayson #titans tv show #dcuedit #dcu #nightwing #nighwing edit #dcedit #dailydcgifs #my edit #edit: nightwing #edit: gfx #edit: nightwing gfx #kinda proud of this one #i've done better work but #i like it

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xenone16 · 2 years

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Day 2 - Fantasy AU

I thought about Dick Robin Hood, but as a result he looks like knight or assassin. And I also learning how to work with colours (fucking shit)

#dick grayson #dickgraysonweek2022 #nightwing #dc fanart #bat family

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withthekeyisking-writer · 2 years

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Sladick Supernatural AU for @dickgraysonweek!

#fanfic #dick grayson #slade wilson #sladick #dickgraysonweek #dickgraysonweek2022 #supernatural

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roma107 · 2 years

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some of iracus easter eggs

before you read this, make sure you've read this fic on ao3 first.

summary: dick Grayson has fallen Or a look at how people reacted after dick's death.

dick grayson week 2022 - Day 1

- dick was gonna die at christmas or thanksgiving which would have amplified the angst tons but i decided to go with superhero day instead. felt more fitting. didn't want to ruin other holidays for his people forever yk.

- superhero day is an actual thing. u.s. marvel employees created national superhero day on april 28, 1995 to celebrate everyone's favorite superhero

- alfred sees dick as his son, the same way he sees bruce. most of his quotes compare both men and notice the difference in their actions.

- my personal headcanon is that dick has some kind of eating disorder and when stressed, he goes mute

- there’s a a decade-long argument between the titans on who's dick's best friend. they didn't reach any conclusion. moreover, the number of people arguing increases every year

- if you liked the quote “ the noise of the family is a reflection of the calmness of the heart “ you should read stolen - it expands on this idea

- the feeling of not being enough to save the boys always hunts alfred. he always has to sit in the cave and wait for their bodies. this time he was hoping to reach the hospital before it was too late. he didn’t

- clark's part focuses on the idea of rebirth. most of his paragraphs started with "the first time...". it's referencing nightwing's legacy of change. dick has always had the courage to start anew when he needed to. he was never stuck in the past, always living in the present.

- dick dies holding damian and leaning on donna. i'm sorry, i don't know why i do that.

- dick dying peacefully while surrounded by his loved ones is his ideal death. dying while flying or well falling is a close second.

- coincidentally the color code pain scale follows their original colors. green, yellow, and red. blue is when the pain is off the charts.

- only dick grayson can lean on the man of steel without feeling fear or being brushed off

- the heroes couldn't return the favor and save him like he saved them multiple times before

- it's canon that the titans distract each other from pain by talks and jokes

- i know roy wasn't in titans annual #1 but roy’s quote still stands

- dick went with Roy on a trip to Ireland to Ireland to help him take care of Lian when he first started out as a father

- should i write the conversation between lian and roy? because it’s totally in my wips and all you have to do is tell me to continue it.

- check my work "d-word" where destiny and death had an interesting conversation when dick died before going to spyral.

- we have a bond, remember? you’ve been inside my mind, let me inside yours. - not comics' quote - taken from teen titans show

- have a wip around the idea of dick using swords. let me know if you want to read it.

- a reminder that ras calls bruce, dick, jason, and tim “detective”. you can guess which one is he talking to here.

- there was a part with haly but never got the chance to write it

- i also have a wip with ace, that i am not sure if i should finish. let me know if you enjoyed the dog's part.

- dogs can only see blue and yellow

- the pets call him dami because that's what dick always calls him and it stuck.

- after alfred's, dick's scent in the manor is the most prominent.

- ace knew from the moment he stepped into the room, that's why he insisted haley goes with him. he knew dick from the very beginning, he caught the change in his scent.

- was bruce in the cave destroying it? guess we will never know

- alfred was getting drunk. yes the proper british man lost it after losing his boy. it's actually canon that alfred got drunk last time dick died before joining spyral

- the longest i've ever written, wow. started this fic last july and finally pushed myself to finish it to celebrate dick's 82 years

#dick grayson #fic rec #iracus #easter eggs #dickgraysonweek2022 #mine #dickgraysonweek

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river-bottom-nightmare · 2 years

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dick's held many titles throughout his life, all of them impeccable, all of them star-scrawled prophecy. but he has to say, none of them fit as well as this one.

"my lord," diana says, neck bent the slightest bit in deference. having diana, someone who swooped him onto her shoulders as a child and who trained him to fight in ways bruce could hardly fathom and who taught him the meaning of truth, having her bow to him was a type of exhilarating dick would never otherwise feel. her and clark, pride spilling at their seams as they followed his command, it's acetone-tipped nails, it's scratches on wood. it's heady.

she's at his left side with a dark glimmer in her eyes. dick trusts her with his legions, his reputation, with damian, so when she tells him there's someone here to see him, he doesn't bother to double-check her words. he just gestures to let them in.

dick's draped upon a throne. decadent, he knows, but the iron spires at his back make his undead heart thrum, like he wants to suck the very life out of the title he holds, like he wants to devour his own power. when rose wilson walks into what cannot be called anything but the throne room, she raises her eyebrows at the throne.

all she gets in return is a fanged smirk. "rose! absolutely lovely to see you," dick says, arching off the throne to rise to his feet. even after her time training under him, she looks uncomfortable at the smoothness of the motion. it makes him laugh, a little.

"dick," she replies, remarkably steady.

"there should be a title in there, somewhere."

her eyebrows rise a little higher. "didn't take you as someone who cared very much for that sort of thing."

a pleased sort of hum reverberates through dick, snakes down his navel to settle in his gut, gold and gilded to the depths of him, a tabernacle for his very own bread and wine. if there's one thing he savours, it's the tinge of fear hovering around those who discover he is very different than who he once was. what he once was.

"you guessed wrong then," dick says, gliding down the steps. "now, do i get to know why exactly you sought me out?" a quick flick of his wrist has diana sharpening her gaze, vic tensing his body in case rose decides to attack.

instead, her arms cross over her chest, restless, defensive. "you got any plans to turn slade? bring him in, or whatever?"

dick looks at her, looks through her, and grins. these days, the vampires swallow restless spirits whole. "your father?" he says deliberately. "none at all. doesn't have much use to me, and he's easy enough to take down if he fights." then he pauses for one gorgeous, glorious moment, seeing a heavy light flare up in rose's eye, before asking, "why?" all syrup-slow and sweet.

"he may not be of much use to you," rose says, "but i'll be. you know that, you trained me for a while. i'll be loyal, i promise. just—"

"just let you drive a stake through deathstroke's heart," dick murmurs, now close enough see scars peeking out from under her eyepatch.

"yes."

"becoming a vampire isn't a decision to take lightly," he says, pouring sincerity into his tone like he couldn't charm snakes with a flick of his lashes, like he couldn't level kingdoms with a turn of his breath.

"i know," she says. "i've thought about it. i've prepared. i'm ready."

she was a rather extraordinary child, dick muses, flitting his memories back to a younger, greener, no less spirited rose wilson. determined, ruthless, and with the right push, devout. like any subject should be. he cuts a glance over to diana, who's been sizing rose up on her own. when she gives him her nod of approval, dick turns back to his throne, sitting straight-backed for the first time today.

"well if you're ready," he says, "then we'll have you. spend a night with the rest of my army, and i'll have someone turn you tomorrow."

a swing of the pendulum before rose realizes her plan bore fruit. a putrid, rotting one, but those are the sweetest sort. dick is going enjoy having someone like rose fight for him. "yes, i—yes. thank you, dick."

dick hums, lets her revel in her own success for a second, before he calls out, "rose? one last thing before you go."

she turns, apprehension at the edges of her body, and makes a questioning noise.

"if you're going to serve me," he says, with weight at the navel of his words, "then you will address me properly."

the sharp points of his throne are a defiant cry to the heavens. silhouetted against them, dick knows what kind of picture he makes. a chiaroscuro painting, light allowed to shine at the very sufferance of darkness, enough tempered fear playing at his fingers to wreck an army, enough power to to drown in. still, as a hint of fearfulness masks itself behind rose's face, it flatters him all the same.

with a quick duck of her head—disbelief in herself, apologetic towards him, oh dick is going to enjoy winning her loyalty, gaining a sister for the one he lost—rose says, "thank you, my king."

dick lets his fangs drop out a little deeper, their sharp points glimmering in the perpetual twilight. "that's more like it."

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dick grayson week 2022, bonus day 8: royalty au

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actual royalty aus?? sorry, i only know vamp king nightwing

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