#nightwing ficlet

[nerdpoe]

Jason was going through the Tower, looking for Tim, and all was going well-until he found Tim's Secret Room.

"What the fuck," Jason whispered, inching back out of the room, "What the fuck. What the fuck? What the-what in the fuck-"

"You're not supposed to be here," a quiet voice said behind him.

Directly behind him.

Jason spun around and staggered further into the room as he did so, losing his footing and falling on a knee.

Timothy Jackson Drake, in all his Robin regalia, stood stock still in the entrance.

Jason slowly stood up, hands out.

"Look, I think we may have jumped the gun-"

"No one is allowed in this room, Red Hood," the little Robin said, voice even and calm and quiet; all the things that no one who was in the stupid hell room should be.

Jason swallowed, tensing and watching as the kid held up a hand with a remote in it.

"Don't." Jason whispered, although the voice modulator distorted it.

"No one, Red Hood."

A button was pushed.

With a hiss, all of the lids to the enclosures opened.

The enclosures that hosted nothing but spiders.

What the breaking point was, though, was when Jason felt something rather large plop down on his shoulder.

Then another. And another, and another.

Then they started crawling under his jacket.

Jason felt no shame in the scream that tore itself from his lips as he stumbled past Tim and ran.

~~~~~~

"....That was a little fucked up, Baby Bird. Just want you to know." Nightwing's voice sounded a little faint through the comm.

Tim scoffed, collapsing the bo staff and getting to work on trying to hunt down and place the spiders in their proper enclosures.

"No, what's fucked up is that I've probably lost a significant sum of money by doing this," he bitched, reaching down to collect some of the more docile ones and close the lids to the ones that hadn't tried to run.

"Spider breeding is so weird though, Tim."

"It's a way to pass time is what it is. Plus, they're cute."

#titan tower au #jason todd #tim drake #arachnophobia tw #spider tw #tim drake breeds spiders for fun #some of them are poisonous #others are not #dick grayson #red hood #robin #nightwing #fanfic #ficlet

[cloakedsparrow]

Bat Family 'Bruce is Tim's Biological Parent' AU Idea #2

A cult in Gotham is trying to open some sort of portal to hell/the underworld/a demonic realm and the ritual requires 'the blood of the city'. They decide they need Batman's blood, since he's the city's protector. So they come up with a plan to lure Batman to the space where they plan of performing the ritual and attack. They don't need to all survive or even win the fight, they just need a few drops of his blood. It works.

Bruce, Dick, Jason, Cass, Tim and Damian are all fighting the cult while also trying to figure out how to stop the ritual. They learn (maybe it's on a sacred text, maybe there's some sort of hieroglyph they translate, maybe Tim or oracle hacks something) that it can be stopped with 'the blood of the firstborn' from the original blood source. This sparks a debate on whether this is to be taken literally -meaning they need Dick's blood, Batman's eldest child- or biologically -meaning Damian, his only biological child- and are basically playing keep away with either the dagger needed to draw the blood or the cup it needs to go into.

Tim gets injured during the fight/keep away game from hell, but at the same time, Damian tossed the dagger/grail/cup/whatever to him. Since his blood shouldn't do anything anyway and they need that item to stop something very bad from happening, Tim catches it. As soon as his blood touches it, the ritual stops.

Everyone freezes for a brief moment as they take in the implication. Then they quietly (eerily quietly, if you ask the cult members who were just hearing them banter and debate) knock everyone out, tie them up for Gordon to deal with and head back to the Bat-Cave.

Alfred refuses to let anyone do anything until he's tended to Tim's wound since he's missing his spleen and it's sure to get an infection.

He gives Bruce a blood sample when he's done and then heads up to make some tea for everyone.

They've been getting along well lately, but Cassandra subtly positions herself between Damian and Tim, just in case the former doesn't take well to the news that he isn't Batman's firstborn child.

Everyone is looking at the screen, so Bruce doesn't even need to tell them out loud when the paternity test comes back positive.

The first person to break the silence is Dick, who emphatically complains to Bruce; "You mean we could've had Timmy the whole time?!"

To Bruce's surprise, this is the general reaction of all his kids (that he should have somehow known or at least suspected Tim was his and done something about it), save for Tim, who is just stunned (and already fighting off that impending infection).

#dc #comics #ficlet #fic ideas I haven't the time for #fanfiction #Bat Family #AU #DC #batman #robin #red robin #nightwing #batgirl #black bat #red hood #bruce wayne #tim wayne #tim drake #dick grayson #cassandra cain #jason todd #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth

[audhd-nightwing]

Birdflash Week (Day 2)

@birdflashweek

“Have we met before? I swear I know you.”

Identity reveal

Dick wasn’t quite sure how he ended up in this situation. One moment he was rushing towards his nearest safehouse to change into his Nightwing suit, the next he was in a shelter with other civilians.

The answer became obvious as a blur of red deposited more people in the safe zone- one of the Flashes had evacuated him. He groaned internally- being mistaken for a civilian was exactly what he didn’t need when there was an alien army invading Gotham.

He slipped out a back door only to come face-to-face with the younger Flash, Wally West. As Kid Flash & Robin, and later Flash & Nightwing, the two had been friends for years. As Dick Grayson, however… well, Wally still didn’t know his civilian identity.

“Are you… sneaking out of the shelter?” Wally asked incredulously. Dick winced and gave him a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to get in your way, but my brother is at home and I need to make sure he’s okay,” he lied smoothly.

“Oh! Well, I can give you a lift to your building if you want? We’ll be there in a flash,” Wally said with a wink. Dick snorted, that joke was so dorky it always made him laugh. Wally beamed at his reaction.

“Yeah that’d be great thanks, you can just drop me in front,” Dick replied gratefully.

“So,” Wally clapped his hands together, “how do you wanna do this? Piggyback or bridal carry?”

“Hmm, probably piggyback, seems easier for both of us,” Dick answered. Wally nodded in agreement and crouched down in front of him. Dick climbed onto his back easily, having years of experience doing so. The speedster adjusted to his weight just as easily.

Wally faltered for a moment at the familiarity.

“Have we met before?” he asked, “I swear I know you.”

Dick froze. Well, now was as good a time as any, he supposed. Instead of answering, Dick directed Wally to his nearest safehouse. When they arrived in front, however, he dragged the confused speedster into the building with him and pulled him into the small apartment.

Wally stood in the entrance awkwardly as the familiar stranger disappeared into a bedroom. Just as he was about to run off, the man yelled “Don’t leave!” and Wally froze in place.

The man finally emerged in a familiar suit, sans mask, with a sheepish smile.

“Hey KF,” he said with a small wave.

“…Rob?” Wally asked incredulously.

They were interrupted by the crackle of Nightwing’s comms requesting backup.

“We are SO talking about this later,” Wally said pointedly, to which Dick grinned.

“I’m counting on it,” he replied with a wink and kissed Wally’s cheek before sliding out the window and grappling away.

Wally touched his cheek in shock before grinning and running after him.

#birdflash #birdflash week #birdflash week 2024 #birdflashweek #birdflashweek2024 #dick grayson #wally west #dickwally #my writing #my fic #my ficlet #mini fic #ficlet #birdflash mini fic #nightwing #the flash #young justice #kid flash #robin #dc comics

[shinobufied]

just a silly little thought I had:

one day Bruce falls asleep on the couch, this isn't a too rare occurence, but this time it was a huge relief to Alfred, since he hadn't properly slept for days.

So boom, knocked out on the couch while watching TV and time freezes, Alfred sees it and does not even dare to breath. Complete lockdown of the wayne household, everyone going into "cat-fell-asleep-on-my-lap-mode" .

Dick enters the room, rambling about something but being immediately interrupted by Alfreds energetic "ssh." At first he looks offended but then he sees his father knocked out on the couch and his expression turns into a conflicted one, because his favourite trashy show is about to come on and he really needs to see it because last patrol was really shitty and his ribs are bruised and hurt and-

Then his phone vibrates in his pocket and he sees a message from Alfred. "If you wish to watch your show, you can do it here, just put subtitles on and be quiet."

Dick sends him a thumbs up in response and when he looks up Alfred is long gone.

About 5 minutes later Jason comes in, complaining about something and just like his brother before were silenced with a " pssch." His eye twitched slightly because how dare they, but then he sees Bruce and immediately understands. Dick, seeing that his brother apparently had a shitty day as well, pulls out his phone and a moment later Jasons phone vibrates.

"Wanna watch with me? It's pretty lame and we only have subtitles but Sharon just found out she got cheated on and is now plotting revenge."

Jason does not know who Sharon is, but oddly enough he's intrigued so he joins Dick on the couch and they watch, occasionally trash talking via the phone.

Then Tim comes in, then Damian, Cassandra, Steph and eventually Duke, all being visibly stressed out and for some odd reason agreeing to watch Dicks shitty comfort show. At some point they're messaging each other more than watching the show, at some point one of them impulsively opened a new gc specifically for trash talking that show and the room is filled with the occasional giggle which is silenced with the glares from the others.

This now developes into a habit of theirs, regardless whether theyre all in the manor or scattered across the globe, they all sit down and watch the newest episode, discussing it in their stupid gc.

Bruce on the other hand wakes up after his nap completely disoriented and confused, but he see's all his children sitting on the couch, seeing them careless and happy for the first time in a long while so he decides the reason doesn't really matter.

#i love batfam i love it so much that theyre just a silly little family and have 0 conflicts at all #just happy people with no worries no one ever dies no one hates the other (real & canon) #annies brainjuice #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #nightwing #red hood #batfamily #batfam #tim drake #red robin #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #damian wayne #drabble #ficlet

[indigosabyss]

"This really isn't the best time for us to be dealing with a crisis." Nightwing noted, "Not with three of our most important members gone."

"Where are they? Missing in action?" Nadia asked.

"Not missing. They went to Mars, and it's a two months round trip at the least." Zatanna told them.

Kamala shook her head, "Pfft, that's nothing. Nova here can zip over and have them back in... how long?"

"Unless the planets are somehow inexplicably different in this world, two hours." Sam winked at her, before frowning, "Actually, the gravitational field on this Earth is just a little bit off, so the planets MIGHT be different. Hold on I gotta-"

He was flying off into the night sky, trailing white light behind him like a meteor.

"He'll be back." Cyclops assured them, as if this was a common occurrence.

-----

After their debriefing was drawing to a close five minutes later, Sam came crashing back to Earth, wheezing for breath and scalding to the touch.

"There's no second Earth." He announced, terrified.

"Good grief, this again." Amadeus rolled his eyes.

"What do you mean 'second earth'?" Green Arrow asked.

"He means he's been hit on the head too many times." Amadeus explained, "There is no second Earth."

"There was one back home! I saw it, I swear!" Sam was still raving, "Why are all the other planets still here but not the other earth??? Where did it go??"

"And we sure we want to trust this guy to fly to Mars?" Rocket leaned over to whisper to Nightwing.

#sam alexander #nova #kamala khan #ms marvel #marvel champions #young justice #nightwing #dick grayson #zatanna #amadeus cho #totally awesome hulk #YES I HAVE BABY CYCLOPS HERE #ibis ficlets

[sparkypantaloons]

Grubs Up

Tim is no cook. He's not an idiot. He can make a meal. A decent one at that. But decent as in it will keep him alive. Not decent as in anyone would want to purposefully eat it.

He doesn't care. He learnt survival skills to survive. Not live. That was the whole point.

But after only two days of boiled ready-ramen, with sad flavour packs that expired at least nine months ago and some slightly tragic vitamin supplements crushed into the broth, he's wondering if his training has been sufficient. He'd kill for a cheeseburger right about now.

It's raining. He, Dick and Jason have been holed up in some awful cabin for two nights now. Waiting for an all clear on their extraction. The go ahead for their own rescue.

They're tired and irritable. And hungry.

They could leave. They could. They don't owe this mission anything. They've given up their own cases and their own commitments to be here. It's a long and boring story, but the crux of it is that Bruce asked. Bruce asked them to fight and then he asked them to stay, too. So here they are.

They could fight their way out. Easily enough probably. But Bruce asked them not to do that either. So instead they wait.

Each of them are dealing with the decision in their own way.

Dick is angry. Angry in that quiet, calm way he is. When he thinks he's let himself down. So quick to question his own judgement when it comes to Bruce. But still adamant the others are right in their choice.

Jason is playing at indifference. It's a poor show, if Tim is honest. The middle brother failing at nonchalance, as he sits hunched and irritated in the corner.

Tim made his decision long ago. His loyalty is to Bruce. Always. Since before Robin and long after. But damn is he hungry.

The three of them have just split their last protein bar. A grimly bland concoction of nuts and oats and little else.

Jason, of all people, is the one to put a positive spin on it. Unnaturally cheery and grateful for the meager nourishment.

Dick scowls, his eyes and mood dark, as Jason pretends the mouthful of beige is something worth remarking on.

Tim is... christ, he's just so hungry man. He'd eat just about anything right now.

Which is why, when the door opens, not moments later, and Duke stands there, dressed in his stealth black version of his uniform, with a giant tupperware of chilli con carne in his hands, Tim thinks he could kiss him.

"Sup losers?" Duke says cheerily.

Dick scowls as he rises, just as Jason fully body checks him, shoving the older man out of the way.

"Narrows!" Jason breathes, eyes widening at the large tupperware in Duke's hands.

"Alfred sent me." Duke says, pulling off his helmet.

"Ohmygodisthishischilli?" Jason slurs, almost salivating at the thought. He tries to pry the lid off the box in Duke's hands.

Duke scowls. "No, bro." He moves the tupperware out of Jason's reach. "I made this, you ungrateful swine."

"Did you bring forks?" Dick asks. He barely looks at the teenager, eyes fixed on the parcel of delicious food.

Duke rolls eyes. "Hi Dickie, how are you? Oh, hungry? Good job I brought forks."

"Gimme a fork." Tim says, crowding the youngest Bat.

"You guys are acting like you haven't eaten for weeks." Duke scowls, prying open the tupperware in his hand. He jerks away from the Red Hood, as the older man shoves his nose towards the smell of stewed and spiced meat. "Didn't Bruce ever teach you any manners?" Duke grumbles. He fishes some forks out of his utility belt.

Tim grabs them out of Duke's hand. Doesn't even bother to respond before he digs into the delicious, tender stew. Holds the spare forks out of Dick and Jason's reach as he shovels the food into his mouth.

"Replacement you frickin a hole" Jason growls, grabbing at Tim's spare hand and barging past Duke.

Dick scowls. "You're being douche bags! Tim!" He snaps.

Tim is giggling. Part hysteria, part pure joy at earing something that isn't survivalist gourmet. "Okay, okay." He laughs, half hysterical. "Forks you animals." He holds the cutlery out to his brothers.

Duke watches them frowning. "It's barely been two days guys. This is a bit sad, you can't be this hungry already?"

"You try living off Timmy's 'Bat-belt Ramen'" Jason mutters, through a mouthful of chilli.

Dick shoves him out the way. Shovels another mouthful of chilli into his mouth from the tupperware. "Sunny-D you're my favourite brother." He chomps.

Duke rolls his eyes. "Until Damian brings you breakfast in bed again." He mutters.

Tim snorts, chilli comes up through his sinuses, threatens to come out his nose.

Duke smirks, holds a hand to his ear. Listens for a moment. "Batman's two minutes out for extraction." He says. "Eat up."

#spbfic #ficlet #batfam #batfam fic #batfic #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #duke thomas #batfamily #wfa #red hood #nightwing #red robin #signal #wayne family adventures

[nightmareinfloral]

okay but baby jon crying and Bruce takes him in his arms and he calms down and grabs Bruce's finger and Bruce is overwhelmed by emotions.

Clark: you okay, Bruce? Is Jon hurting you-

Bruce, sobbing his eyes out: no

bruce enjoys having clark and baby jon over for dinner on fridays. not for work. just to catch up. the house seems so empty sometimes with dick in bludhaven and jason… gone. the company is welcome.

jon can’t seem to settle.

“can you hold jon for a second bruce? i’ll warm up a bottle to calm him down” clark says and deposits jon in bruce’s arms before he can respond.

jon is so tiny in bruce’s arms, he barely weighs a thing. tear-stained eyes blink up at bruce inquisitively.

“hey champ” bruce coos, “what’s the matter, huh? what’s with all the fuss?”. he boops jon’s nose and the baby giggles. jon reaches out and grabs bruce’s finger. his hand is so small he can barely hold it.

something hitches in bruce’s chest and before he can stop them the tears are flowing. maybe it’s him missing his boys. or perhaps it’s seeing baby jon reach out for his hands, when they’ve caused so much pain and been in so many fights.

maybe he’s just tired.

either way bruce is full on sobbing when a very confused clark re-enters the room with jon’s bottle.

#i’m obsessed with your mind #once again grateful for the mutuals #not my best writing but it’s still cute #bruce wayne #batman #clark kent #superman #jon kent #superboy #superbat #kinda #dick grayson #nightwing #ficlet #dc #dc comics #nightmare writes

[mightyb013]

"Heh, stole Tim's mug there, Grayson?" Jason joked with some sarcastic glee as he passed into the Belfry kitchenette. 

Dick turned in his chair, hand still holding his Blüdhaven bisexual pride coffee mug. "No, this is mine," he corrected as if it should be obvious.

Jason turned away from the fridge, regarding him with a curious stare.

Dick stared back, recalling the other day when Jason hung the pride flag on the wall.

"Tim put you up to that?" He'd asked, assuming that it was Jason’s height that had him nominated for the task.

"No," Jason answered back plainly.

Dick’s eyes squinted in suspicious while Jason had the exact same look. "Are you…?" They said in unison. "Yea.."

"How did I not know this?" Jason asked loudly, shocked and bewildered.

"I thought everyone knew," Dick matched his tone. "Why haven't you ever said anything?"

"I didn't think I had to!" He looked up as Barbara entered the space. "Did you know?"

"Know what?" Barbara asked back.

"That Dick’s-" Jason paused not knowing the label.

"Bi," Dick answered. "And Jason's-" He allowed the same curiosity.

"Pan,"Jason finished.

"Well, yeah." She casually leaned a hand onto the table. "Dick came out while you were gone," Barbara clarified with a wave to Jason. "And Jay's not really open about… anything," she addressed Dick.

The two men exchanged another stare, absorbing the information and thinking about the sexual tension that had been going on between them for the last few days. Well, no, probably the last few months. 

"We could have been dating this whole time?" Dick exclaimed, exasperated and throwing an arm in the air.

"What?" Jason asked, blinking with another round of surprise. "I mean-" He looked off to the side, rubbing his neck. "Yeah I guess."

"Wow," Barbara turned to leave, abandoning whatever she went over there for.

Dick grinned up at him. "What do ya say, Jaybird? You, me, rooftop picnic?"

"Yeah. Sure. Sounds- good," Jason said back awkwardly. He shook his head with a self deprecated huff and turned away, also abandoning whatever he was doing.

Dick sat right in his chair again and picked up his coffee mug, still smiling.

FIN

#jaydick #ficlet #dick grayson #jason todd #gotham knights #nightwing #red hood

[esfordays]

I used to hate you, the scar you left in your place. Now, I see a gentle reminder of what I have to lose, and what I have to gain. I still miss you some nights, I still miss the constant drum of our connection, of the pain you gave me. I used to think it was your way of showing you loved me. The scars over my heart will never fade, but I cherish them all the same.

-Your little bird

Slade clutched the paper to his chest as tears slid down his face. Dick was gone. And Slade would never get him back.

#sladick #slade wilson #dick grayson #nightwing #deathstroke #richard grayson #ficlet #short fic #implied character death #implied suicide #hahah #slade is in pain <3

[jaydicpics]

Jaydick- CEO

(CEO Dick, Intern Jason, Age Difference, TransMan Jason)

The space under the desk is tiny.

Jason is tucked into it anyways, feet tucked underneath his legs, the same legs he’s resting his hands on.

In front of him is the lower half of another man, an older man. A pair of dark grey slacks wrap tightly around the mans thick thighs, though the pants strain further up at the dick bulging against the fabric.

His belt is undone, some luxury brand Jason thinks the man would laugh at him over if he’d tried to pronounce the name of it, the slight Crime Alley still peaking through his accent, and the zipper on his jeans is tugged down to reveal just a sliver of his boxers in the space underneath.

Bright blue with some black design on top.

A hand drops down from above the desk, long, nimble fingers flexing to tug the tops of his jeans further down, followed by his boxers, allowing his cock to escape the confines and rest along his pant leg.

The urge to lean forward, to nuzzle down against the cock, takes over Jason momentarily, before he snaps out of it by the sound of the door creaking open.

CEO of a company and the man refuses to buy a bigger desk or oil the doors hinges.

The hand pauses its movements, through the haze of…however Jason feels right now, he can hear a conversation happening above his head, but his focus is still focused in on the precum formed at the head of the man’s cock.

The hand reaches out for Jason and he doesn’t hesitate to lean into it, allowing the mans fingers to trace up his throat, his jaw, until finally slipping his middle and ring finger into his mouth.

Jason closes his eyes as he leans into the fingers, tongue tracing around the golden band wrapped around the ring finger, the ruby ring sat at the base of his middle finger. The fingers pet against his tongue in response, switching between pushing as far back into his mouth as they can and laving gentle touches over his tongue.

When they withdraw they go back to the dick, thick and veiny, the bush of hair around the base is recently trimmed down, but still enough length that Jason wants to press his face into it until he has beard burn across his cheeks.

The conversation lulls for a minute as the man above him uses his free hand to type something on his computer. The hand still under the desk beckons the younger male closer.

He leans forward, licking over the tip of the mans cock, finally getting to taste the precum he’d been staring at for the last three minutes. The mans hand comes to rest on his head, grabbing a handful of hair to hold him back, but Jason dives forward anyway. His hands move from where he’s kept them to wrap their way around the older mans hips.

The older man tries tugging him back, once, twice, before he lets out a low laugh and switches to shoving the boy forward. A mouthful of cock hardly a punishment.

The other person in the room says a goodbye and exits, followed by the damn door hinges squeaking again. The moment the door slams the older man is scooting his chair back. As much as he’d hate to be compared to his adoptive father, there really is a resemblance in the steely glare being given to Jason.

The boy smiles up at him instead, lips still pulled taught over his cockhead, he begins to pull off, no doubt to start spouting off, but Dick cuts him off. Hand gripping onto the boys hair again and forcing him down. Shoving until the boys throat has opened up to accept his cock. And even then Dick just holds him there. Moaning as his cock throbs in the boys throat.

Jason stares up at him blearily, to be dominated so quickly, forcing him into place. It all has him staring dumbly back up at Dick, just like Dick loves.

As much as Dick adores the interns snarky behavior, what he loves most is kicking him down till all he can do is rely on Dick for instruction.

“Come on baby, stand up”

Jason stumbles up the best he can, his legs numb from being under the desk, and a disinterest in pulling away from Dick long enough to stand on his own. He stands on his toe so he can wrap his arms around the mans neck, leaving sloppy kisses across his neck until he caves and ducks his head to finally kiss Jason.

Dick wastes no time in stretching his hands down to run over the boys ass, grabbing under his thighs to lift him up onto the edge of the desk.

He moves his mouth away from Jason’s letting the younger boy mouth sloppily over the mans neck. Scattered kissing and biting mixed in.

Dick focuses on tugging down his interns pants, he barely needs a glimpse to know the boy ignored his usual boxers in favor of some blue panties.

Lacey, just the way Dick prefers.

He groans loudly as his fingers finally dip into Jason’s pants, stroking up and down the slicked up mess, below him Jason also adjusts under his weight, struggling to unbutton his shirt.

His fingers grip on each side of Jason’s panties so he can tear them in the middle, too impatient to even consider pulling away long enough to tug them down properly. Jason’s whine of protest gets ignored as Dick zeroes in on getting inside as quickly as he can.

Jason drops fully down onto the desk, shirt finally unbuttoned and splayed out on either side of him. He wraps his thighs around Dicks back, trying to pull him closer. Dick gives him a smug smile instead when he finally bullies his way into the younger mans cunt.

Their twin cut off moans ring out before Dick drapes himself forward, folding himself over Jasons chest and beginning to nip at it. Jason gives him a cut off laugh before the older man begins to thrust.

#jaydick #dickjay #dick grayson #jason todd #nightwing #red hood #bluejay #fanfic #my fic #short ficlet

[grayson1996]

*In a world where Damian finds out what Talia did to Bruce to conceive him. Dick and Bruce have a conversation in the aftermath*

(Trigger Warning Sexual Assault)

****

“I was raped.” 

Bruce’s eyes darted back to his eldest, the words only barely sinking in before a pit of horror curdled its way down into his stomach. Dick, for his part, just watched him. With the same nonchalance of someone describing an inevitable cold front in December. His sons face unnaturally blank and as neutral as the words had been. 

Almost immediately the investigator came to the forefront of his mind, flooding him with questions. When, where, how, who? How old were you? How did I not know? He replayed the last two decades of their shared lives and picked apart relationships and injuries, kidnappings and hostage situations. All within what felt to be a millisecond. The questions were already poised to escape, sitting at the precipice of the tip of his tongue when Bruce finally noticed something behind the calm facade Dick was putting up. A strange held tension in the set of his sons shoulders. The quick curling and uncurling of fingers that Dick did whenever he felt the cold stirrings of anxiety flood to his hands.

Bruce pushed back Batman with a firm and persistent shove. Now was not the time. 

“I didn’t know.” Dick gave him a small bitter smile, tension draining only slightly. As though he too had been waiting to see which part of Bruce would react first.

“I didn’t tell you.” That didn’t matter, it was his job to notice when something was wrong with his children. Surely Dick would have shown signs, his eldest was notorious for wearing his heart on his sleeve.

“I should have known.” Dick shook his head and gave him another sad smile.

“I’m good at hiding things when I have to be. You know better than I, that it’s better to distract someone with the truth then with a lie.” And Dick, who was always so quick with an ‘I love you’ and a genuine word, would never be accused of keeping something from others. Not when he was already giving out so much.

“Why are you telling me this now?” For a moment Bruce regretted his words, which sounded to much like a dismissal and not enough like the confusion he was feeling. Dick however took no offense, knowing better then most what Bruce was actually trying to say.

“The first time was about ten years ago.” The first time? The disgust weighed heavier, sinking deeper into his stomach. “Ten years ago... You know Damian turned ten a month after showing up here?” The sound of his youngest name caused Bruce to tense. Reminding him of the reason they were having this conversation in the first place.

“And?” Dick gave him a fond yet bemused look.

“And… If a kid showed up on my doorstep today claiming to be my son. Calling the person who made me feel weak, who used me, ‘Mom’… I don’t know if I could open up my home to him. I don’t know if I could see past her to him.” 

‘Like you have’ was the unspoken sentiment and once again Bruce couldn’t help but feel like Dick was given him to much credit. As much as he loved Damian, Bruce couldn’t help but feel he wasn’t giving the boy enough. Enough attention, enough love, enough trust. He had never blamed him for Talia and never would but it still felt like he was doing everything wrong. Like he’d never snapped out of the surprised stupor that had appeared now nearly three years ago when Damian first showed up at the Manor. Bruce didn’t know how to vocalize any of this however so he just commented on what Dick had said. Defending Dick, even if it was from Dick himself, was something he could do.

“You would’ve.” Dick gave him another smile.

“Maybe.” It was clear his son didn’t believe him. “I don’t know... What I do know is that you did. And while you’ve made mistakes and you’re not perfect, and no one is asking you to be, you need to cut yourself some slack Bruce.”

“Damian needs someone better then me. Someone who won’t blame him for existing-”

“Do you blame him?” Bruce gave him an aghast look, as though the mere insinuation was offensive.

“Of course not.”

“Then don’t put that on yourself if you don’t believe it.” Dick gave a heavy sigh, shifting in his seat next to the Batcomputer, his costume which was still covered in Gotham grime dug into his body. Bruce could feel his own costume itching all over him and not for the first time since they came tumbling back to the cave, since Damian went storming off into the Manor, he wished to pry it off and take a long shower. “You need to talk to him”.

“He hates me.” Dick reached a hand out and laid it on Bruce’s shoulder.

“I promise you he doesn’t… But he’s just found out what Talia did to you. To get him, and he’s going to internalize that Bruce, if you don’t talk to him. He’s going to superimpose this knowledge over every interaction you’ve had and he’s going to decide you hate him for existing. Then he’s going to hate himself too.”

“That’s not how I feel.” Dick smiled at him again.

“I know that and you know that... But it wouldn’t hurt to clue him in to.” Dick was right, as his son usually was, and after a moment Bruce pulled himself up and glanced up the stairs to the manor.

“Why did you tell me all this?” The question was a repeat of his earlier one and Bruce heard Dick stand up next to him.

“Got to give a little to get a little B.” The words were too carefree and didn’t match Dick’s tone, Bruce turned his gaze back on him and caught an unusually serious look on his sons face. Both just stared at one another for a moment before Dick spoke again. “I didn’t know either, until today… what Talia did to you. I”m sorry.” Bruce gave him a tight smile. I don’t know about you either.

“I’m sorry too.”

#batman #nightwing #bruce wayne #dick grayson #bruce and dick #batfamily #BATFAMILY FICLET #mentions of rape

[nerdpoe]

Dick forgot something Big, and now that he remembers it's going to be Everyone's problem.

The night that Dick's parents died, he took a picture with a kid and his parents.

The night that Dick's parents died, he'd been late to joining them because he'd overheard something he shouldn't have, and was waiting for the Bad Guys to leave.

Then everything happened, and he got taken in by Bruce, and then he'd gotten kicked out, and then Jason, and then Jason's death, and-

-He'd almost forgotten until he saw Tim, standing in front of him and telling him that Batman needed a Robin.

Staring at that tiny face, Dick is suddenly back then. Right before his parents died, tucked away in a corner, hiding from the "Bad Guys".

He'd overheard Tim's father trying to negotiate a price with Zucco's men. He'd overheard Tim's father trying to sell Tim.

He barely hears Tim's spiel, and instead of chasing him away sits him down and forces him to eat.

Dick then goes out of hearing range for a few seconds and pulls out his phone.

He doesn't take that long to consider.

It sounds like Tim still lives with his parents, and that puts Tim square in danger. Danger from the rich and elite of Gotham. Danger that Dick can't protect him from.

But he knows who can.

He calls Bruce.

#batman au #robin au #batman #robin #nightwing #dick grayson #tim drake #bruce wayne #story prompt #ficlet #idk where it's going or even if dick is remembering correctly #lmfao

[cloakedsparrow]

Another one of those 'Tim joins the Batfamily early' Au's that's also a 'Cass joins the batfamily early' Au, wherein Bruce doesn't suddenly start respecting his children's privacy and boundaries when Jason meets his bio mom and actually hovers right outside the door, thus knowing the moment things turn south. He gets his boy out of there right away (the Joker still has diplomatic immunity for whatever reason and Sheila still dies). Jason is sad about how it all went down, but Bruce explains to him what he'd explained to Alfred before Jason learned about his mom. Between that and how Bruce behaved when he found Jason overseas, he knows his adopted dad loves him, so he's okay.

He does, however, think that they should probably look into the whole thing where Lady Shiva might have slept with his bio dad and then had a daughter around the time Jason was born. Just in case. So they track down feral fifteen year old Cassandra and are kinda thinking they should keep her no matter what when the DNA shows that she actually was Willis Todd's kid all along.

Bruce is definitely keeping Jason's half-sister, so she stays.

Dick comes back from space to learn about all of this and starts spending more time with his little brother and sister, which gets the Titans involved. Raven helps them translate some basic motions beside Cass' greeting punch to speed along communication with her.

While Jason and Cass are bonding and learning to communicate, she keeps bringing this kid to his attention or deliberately putting them in the boy's path. He's a few years younger than them and Jason's pretty sure he's seen him around, but he's never really paid any attention to Tim Drake before. Now that Cass has imprinted on him or whatever, he decides to try to get to know him.

What he eventually realizes is that Cass has been trying to tell him that Tim knows who they are. He's good at keeping a secret, but little clues in his body language when he sees them had clued her in. She can also tell he's studying martial arts and gymnastics, so she sees an easy in and just starts training the kid. That's when Jason figures it out.

Jason and Cass get Dick on board, and the three convince Bruce they need to keep Tim.

Alfred says nothing throughout all this but a room has been set up with a batman and robin bedspread, a bunch of Sherlock Holmes, Agatha Christie, and Artemis Fowl books, and the closet has been converted into a mini darkroom, so it's safe to say he saw the writings on the wall.

#dc #comics #ficlet #fanfiction #fanfic idea #bat family #jason todd #cassandra cain #bruce wayne #tim wayne #tim drake #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #batman #robin #nightwing #batgirl

[moonllshadow]

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2023 !!!

Based on this post

Long story short...

It was Jason’s second New Year’s Eve at the manor when it happened. Every Wayne was present to celebrate in spite of their problems, let’s call it their attempt to get along. 

Jay, already more trusting and open about his past, had mentioned to Bruce that he had never lit an sparkler up for NYE, since all of his past celebrations were usually ruled by trying to survive winter, even with his late parents. That was when Bruce decided he would make this celebration the most unforgettable of all. 

On NYE, just a few minutes before midnight, Alfred gave Master Dick the sparklers he had bought since he had heard of Master Jason’s first time lightning it. He didn’t see the lad nor Bruce on the viccinity, but he paid no attention since he knew the would eventually come to the garden to receive the New Year together. 

Much to everyone’s surprise, Jason ran out holding what they could only describe as the brightest flare on Batman’s arsenal, a big and proud smile on his face. The preteen ran past Dick, showing off the prize he had received from somebody, as he put himself “Look Dickface!! Somebody gave me fire!!!!”

“What the... Bruce!” Dick glared to the man at the distance, who was already regretting giving Jason the flare.

But how could he not when the boy called him ‘dad’ and used the puppy eyes that Dick taught him to gain his favor? 

Meanwhile, Alfred was already glaring in disappointment to his ward. How could the mighty Batman not tell appart a flare from a sparkler. It was beyond him. If anyone got hurt or if anything happened to his garden, Alfred would definitely make Bruce accountable. 

Hence, it was at this moment that Bruce knew he fucked up.

Fast forward a few years, Red Hood loves to commit arson and blames Bruce for it.

#batman #batman and robin #nightwing #dick grayson #Jason Todd #baby jason todd #robin #dc robin #Second Robin #alfred pennyworth #red hood #bruce wayne #ficlet #batfam fanfic #batfam fanart #moonllshadow #my art

[roma107]

to me, dick and clark had always been red and blue.

it’s just funny how the colors are reversed now from what they started with

#if dick is the color red in your mind then you associate him with robin #if he’s the color blue then you knew him as nightwing first #if you mix both colors and you get purple? that’s just steph messing with you #having some clark and dick feels tonight #Hey… we make a pretty good team man of steel. Too bad “Nightwing and Superman” doesn’t have a ring to it. #Ever think of changing your name to “Flamebird”? #dick grayson #red and blue #clark kent #uncle clark #now with a ficlet #mine

[ggfj84]

Follow up to WFA #82:

Nightwing jumps, then immediately sighs, hand out for his ticket. “Okay, you got me.”

Orphan wordlessly hands it over, much to Nightwing’s surprise.

“Why does it say success?”

“My feelings do not need to be protected.” Orphan looks over his shoulder with narrowed eyes. “I will get you next month.”

Nightwing smirks. “Looking forward to you trying. Hey, did you do B yet? Can I come? I’ll buy you burger.”

“I cannot be bribed…that easily,” Orphan adds with a smile. “Three burgers. One for Harper, one for Steph, one for me.”

“You’re on!”

#dick grayson #nightwing #cassandra cain #orphan #batgirl #ggfj84 writes #ficlet #WFA