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Nightwing raised his eyebrows at the sassiness of the young woman, she kind of reminded him of himself when we was younger and in the circus. "Okay Sargent" he saluted with a smirk. He made his way over to a box of medical equipment in the tent and took what he needed to change his dressings. "Yeah I think were going to be in here for a while, I've got a team working on it but we need to work out what's really going on" he explained. It was frustrating to be out of action and not know when he could get back to work. It was hard not to break protocol but he would never forgive himself if he infected someone else. Nightwing wrapped the bandage around his wound and bit down on the fabric to make sure it was tight with a his from the pain. He looked up at the young girl, he was confused by her nonchalance about the whole thing. "You seam surprisingly calm about all this" he mentioned out of curiosity "have you been through something like this before?" "We believe it a poison, a gass. Ive seen it before, it infects the blood and make people sort of zombie like" he explained as he tucked in the last bit of the bandage. "Oh yeah, Gotham is... an eventful place" he nodded as he looked over at the young woman. "I work in a different city but I get called over when they need me" he got himself comfortable on the floor as he settled down for a long quarantine. "I'm Nightwing by the way. what's your name? Have you always been in the circus?" he asked intrigued by this new person. Even from their short conversation he knew she had something special.

“Dude change your bandages.” She scolds playfully. Thankfully there were medical professionals in the camp that got her put under for stitches, so she wasn’t as worse for wear as him.

“I’m okay.” The contortionist states. “Only thing that sucks is I didn’t get to take a shower before getting cut so my hair is like so oily.” Which was true, though it wasn’t obvious. She had braided her hair while gaining consciousness, some weird part of her anticipating not being able to shower. “Thanks for checking up on me though.”

“So… is this the usual warm Gotham welcome? Zombies or something else going wrong?” She asks.

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There was something about Elliot that intrigued Nightwing. There was a quiet confidence about him, it was like he knew this building like the back of his hand, He wondered if he was older that he looked, he wondered what he knew about the case, he wondered what he knew about the pendent and what this all meant. He didn't seem too intimidated by their suits and they were not asked to dispose of their weapons before following him. The reaction Elliot had to being shown the pendent was interesting. He didn't seem to know what it was but there was a concern to keep it hidden. "Okay" Nightwing slipped the pendent into a secret pocket in his skin tight suit. They all followed him through locked doors and dark corridors, each one of them vigilant but acting casual. "Its okay, you've been very helpful Elliot" Nightwing comforted him not wanting to push too hard. They were guided onto a new level. "Oh great, candles" Red Hood sighed making Nightwing smirk. Any case that had candles always turned out to be creepy. Nightwing stepped into the room and let out a gasp. He closed his eye for a split moment as images, smells and memories from the past flooded his head. Romani native songs being sung around a camp fire, laying the hay for the animals at the circus and the taste of the food he would eat with everyone at night after packing up for the night. Nightwing blinked a few times and hoped no one had noticed. The vagilities nodded at the woman standing gaurd. They stood back as the door opened and let Nightwing go in alone as agreed. "Sorceress Supreme Fonte" the name felt familiar, the look of her felt familiar. "Thank you for seeing me" he felt like he didn't have to introduce himself, it was as if she already knew him. His eyes narrowed under his mask making the digital mask move with his expression.

He cannot ambiently detect any magic off them, but decided while walking up to do so carefully, sighing and rubbing the worry stone in his pocket which was enough to get the spell cast. None of them felt like a Magical Threat, but the one with a blue bird motif held a pendant in his hands, showing it to Elliot, had such an energy it immediately made him flinch back. Its not like he recognized it, there was no recognition in his eyes but boy, did he detect a power there.

Moving to close the mans hand around it he warned him. "It would be best to keep that hidden for now." His smile a little crooked before turning to a door marked as "Library Staff Only" Unlocking it, and leading the vigilantes into the cramped and poorly lit stairwell.

"I'm Elliot, I'm a Night librarian at this library." He chuckled. "That was vague. Sorry."

Up the stairs there's another door, Elliot unlocking that one as well before they're all let into what seemed to be another floor of the library. It reeked of old tomes, lit by candles, and felt liminal in a way that comforted Elliot and might unnerved people unused to being in the presence of such magic. There relaxing outside of an office door was a woman, around mid thirties dressed modestly, As soon as Elliot catches her eyes she stands.

"Sorceress Supreme Fonte, this is who called for you." Elliot's tone become rather formal, as he gestured to the vigilantes.

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For most of Dicks life he had lived to serve, to serve the teams he was in, to serve the communities, to save those who were helpless, sacrifice his body and mind for others. It was strange feeling to have worked on something for himself. He had done it in secret, working away on the parts in his very limited spare time. Then there was the vulnerability of love, to be hopeful that his relationship with this kind sweet man could actually be something good, something pure that wouldn't crush his spirit. It felt like a dream to be back again. The time they had spent together had been an awakening for Dick. It made him see that he had been hanging on by a thread, if he had not been thrown through the random portal and landed on Caleb's field he would have killed himself with the way he was living before. "I love you too" the joy that Caleb bought him was thrilling and felt like such a new experience. Dick knew the way back to the house, the closer he got the better he could see the improvements and changes that he had been working on while Dick had been away. "You've been busy" he turned back and grinned. "Hey, the last time I was here I couldn't do this" he couldn't help himself, he had to show off a little in all of this open space. Dick went through his backflip gymnastics routine ending with a pose with his hands in the air.

He was sad to see him go the first time, of course it was, but he never doubted he would find his way back. if only it didnt take a year... Having dick touch his hair, his eyes flicked back to meet his. oh.

feeling dick take his hands into his, he moved to lift the others hands up twards his lips and kiss the back of them both.

"I love you." He reminded the other (as if he would ever forget)

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Dick was charmed by the man in front of him. He could tell he had a good soul and his creativity in his art was like getting to look inside of his mind. "jiji, I like it" Dick's smile made the lines around his eyes more prominent as the light of the gallery caught his blue iris's. "No need to apologise, It sounds like a healthy mentality to live by" he nodded politely as he listened. He wasn't about to give a tour of where Bruce had displayed Jiji's artwork because he knew at least two of his artworks were hung in the Batcave. "I think that's some of your appeal to Bruce Wayne" he leaned in a little as he gestured towards the large well dressed older man. "He likes your authenticity, that you make artwork that speaks to you and not just for celebrities" he stepped back giving the young man some space. "That sounds fair" Dick looked down a he held the brochure in his hands a little disappointed that he couldn't spend more time talking to the intriguing man he had only just met. The invitation to join him took him off guard, his first thought was that technically he was on duty. Before he could even reply a message that only Dick could read came through on his watch. "Go, if we need you, we will find you. Be back at 00:00 - B" Dick glanced around at Bruce who was watching him from the corner of his vision. "I would like that, let me just grab my coat" he walked over to the coat rack and pulled on the leather jacket. "We can get a cab or take my bike?" he offered as he held up the spare motorcycle helmet. Damian walked beside them intent to cause trouble at the grand age of 9 with the wisdom of an old man "save yourself, Grayson is a terrible driver". Dick playfully pushed away the kid which turned into a play fight ending up with dick holding Damian upside down by his foot. Jason a man who was nearly as big a Bruce walked past and took the kid off of Damian's hands walking away with him still by his foot. "Sorry about that" Dick rolled his eyes as he left the gallery and held the door open of Jiji.

"Oh, yeah nice to meet you too." He smiles, doing a short bow while shaking the mans hand. "You can call me Jiji if its easier. My friends call me that anyway, like the black cat in that Ghibli film." -He's never really seen a lot of that film anyways-

"Pardon me if i don't know that much about the Wayne Family or anything like that. My mom and I lived Kinda outside the whole dramatics and celebrity news, we were just trying to get by." His smile crooked as he rubs the back of his neck. "All i really know is that there's some of my pieces hanging up in Bruce Wayne's private gallery."

He looks about the crowds for a moment, thankfully there's no eyes on them currently. He finishes his drink and then nods his head again. "I'm actually gunna head back to the studio, since my painting already got sold..."

God this is going to sound so forward. "if you'd like to join me, we can grab bubble tea and a box from the hallal place on that corner if you'd like."

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'If you fall they'll catch you, If you fall they'll catch you.' Cole's voice was inside of Nightwings head, talking over and over as he balanced on the beam weakly while he clutched his head and blinded by blood. He sure hoped someone would catch him because he didn't really have a choice, his body was weak and he was about to fall. He couldn't stand up let alone climb down from the great height. Nightwing fell to the side as his body tumbled towards the ground, his arms folding in like a bird falling out of the sky. Redhood caught him with only a few feet to spare. They got him to safety while trying to get a glimpse of the boy who Nightwing was talking to. --- At hearing Cole's voice Dick sat up quickly and looked around to see if anyone was there. He went to call for help, he wanted to ask how the hell he was able to get into the hide out and what the hell had he done to him but he knew better. He didn't want to startle the boy, he didn't want a repeat of last time. "Hey Cole" Dick spoke softly as he kept his heart and mind steady. He felt exposed with no mask and only a pair of boxers under the blanket. "You found me, come sit in down" he gestured to the chair next to him.

Cole didn't like pain, he hears too much of it in the city already as he's not really in control of who or what he taps into. The sheer agony took him by surprise, This chill going down him as he listened to the screams, all of them too loud.

"If you fall they'll catch you. If you fall they'll catch you if you fall-if you fall-if youfall." its almost like he wasn't even saying it. He was just a vehicle for the message.

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Cole didn't think they knew what happened to blue bird. in all honesty, Cole didn't have that answer either. He had followed the family, followed the birds to the nest. and then waited. waited. Waited. Way-ted..way-

"Oh!" He gasps looking up from his perch at the end of a hospital bed. "Pretty Bird is awake?"

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Dick Grayson Playlist

Omar Apollo - Be Careful With Me

Dermot Kennedy - One Life

Cleo Sol - Why Don't You

Frank Ocean - Ivy

Jerome Thomas - Safe

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Another function, another gala, another suit he would somehow rip or stain. The shirt was starting to feel like it was choking him but Dick knew how to play the part. He had been doing this part since he was adopted by billionaire Bruce Wayne and there was an image to be upheld. The auctions were always an interesting event to attend. Dick liked to talk to the artists and get a good look at some really interesting creations up close. There was one piece in particular at caught his attention, the use of colour and how dreamy the whole art piece was was captivating him. He had made a mental note to seek out to artist. Dicks blue eyes latched onto the artist while a lady in front of him was trying to get Grayson's attention with her very low cut dress and red lipstick. He excused himself as he made his way over and got a better look at him. There was no doubt about it, he was a beautiful man.

"I know the place, I go there after going to the gym. The owners are good people. Yeah, the portions here are torture" he chuckled as he brushed his own dark locks away from his face. "So your Jiwoo, Its nice to meet you" he held out his hand. "I'm Dick Grayson of the Wayne family" he introduced himself politely.

@notyouraveragedickgrayson gets the brain babies

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Being invited to a Wayne gala was something so surreal to him. To see that his art made him jump from being extremely poor to some version of extravagantly wealthy -Not like he looked it, he still lived in that crime alley rent controlled unit that he spent his life growing in, and most of his money went to legal fees to try and get reunited with his mother and- anyway-

But he was here.

One of his artworks was up for auction and his borrowed suit was too stuffy for his liking, everything dog piling on him being too uncomfortable to withstand the entire gala. But he was an expert in making do.

Catching someone's eye from across the way, He smiled awkwardly.

Making their way twards him, he noticed how handsome the man was, though this wasnt a new thing to notice, Jiwoo picked out literally anything he found beautiful in about anybody. but like. wow.

"Hey! is it usually this stuffy here or am i just a fish out of water?" he jokes

"I cannot wait to go to that 24/7 hallal place on 51st and st. Paul on my way home." he sighs. "they have bigger portions than here."

Its not like anyone would recognize that the street intersection he mentioned was in a notoriously shitty part of town. It seemed like the people that go here only know the business district.

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This is so cute! I love these boards <3

///Forgot to post this yesterday but more Pinterest boards for Mandy! (Can you tell this is my rp love language?)

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A Zombie infection, Gotham had not had that one in a while but still it was a classic. The latest missions in Gotham were feeling like a re-run of all the past adventures leading Nightwing to think that maybe someone had got hold of data or a secret storage of old potions. Whatever was going on Nightwing was over it. Nightwing had not seen the gash to his arm until he felt the come down from the fight. All the seriously infected had been detained but the ones that may have been effected or injured were in quarantine. He pushed open the flap of the tent. He had taken off his costume and was wearing a hooded sweatshirt that had a built in fabric mask that covered his eyes to protect his identity. His sweatpants were baggy and far too comfortable to keep him awake. All his clothes were decked out in Nightwing colours, even his socks. "Thank you. Oh yeah, a nasty gash on my arm" He lifted his sleeve to show the bandages that were already soaking with blood. "How are you feeling?" Nightwing asked as he sat down on the other side of the room.

@notyouraveragedickgrayson gets a circus kid.

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to be fair, Azae hadnt really liked the idea of their tour dates in Gotham. The reputation of the place had spoken for itself, and during an act she was helping with something went horribly wrong. Like infectious mutation into zombies wrong. She had defended herself well enough, holding it down until the vigilantes had come, but that didn't really mean she didn't get hurt.

So here she was, Basically quarantined to her tent. Not like she really mind. The gash on her waist hurt some what, but medical professionals kept her healing past the point of mutation into a zombie has long since stopped being a threat. She sat on the bed, 'getting rest' and updating her father on the situation as much as she could.

"Güle güle baba." bye bye baba

"İyi dinlen Ayla, seni seviyorum." rest well ayla, i love you

"Ben de seni seviyorum baba." i love you too baba

Watching her tent flap open, she looked up from her phone, finding one of the vigilantes at the entrance.

"You can come in, ya know." She smiled. "You got hurt too."

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Dick smirked as he kept the hold and slowly painstakingly showed off his strength buy lowering his legs down and standing in front of Bruce. "That's good know" he knew in that moment he could kiss him, he wanted to. "You impress me too" he muttered his heart thudded so hard in his chest he was sure Bruce could hear it.

"keep the leg up" he did a little massage on the sore area to ease the pain before getting back to the spot "I still remember when you were Robin and wanted to impress me.. God I pushed you too hard didn't I?"

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This whole operation had taken a major turn that none of them were expecting. Nightwing's curiosity had got the better of him. All the clues had pointed them to this building. This library was somewhere he had been often throughout his life. He used to study there for his highschool work, then college and now he would come and pour over books to help on missions. It was a beautiful building. It had always been a quiet place and for a long time Nightwing/Dick had wondered how they stayed open. The sound of their rubber heavy boots, the rattle of buckles and weapons on display in such a peaceful place felt so out of place. Nightwing turned over the heavy round pendant of a necklace in his glove. "I will go in" his voice was distorted digitally just in case anyone recognised him. Nightwing looked over the boy in front of them, someone he had seen many times behind the front desk. It was odd to hear him talk about 'the supreme' the supreme of what exactly they wasn't sure.

"Whats your name?" Nightwing asked before holding out the pendant to show the boy but in no way prepared to let it go. "Can you tell me what this is? What this place is? Who is the supreme?" he asked in a flurry of questions.

@notyouraveragedickgrayson darling Mandy gets another found sibling for dick

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It wasn't really everyday that the library had visitors. Most of his time was directing people to the right place or person, some people had known this library was a bit magical, some people didn't.

He was working the graveyard shift after spending most of his day at university when he got the call to see the supreme. Going upstairs to make sure the supreme on duty was awake, put the kettle on, and went back to the clerks desk at the base of the stairs and waited.

Elliot didn't really bat an eye at the vigilantes that showed up, just merely closed his textbook and stood. His world was big enough, weird enough that masked men and women trained to fight crime wasn't exactly 'odd'. "This way to the supreme, please."

"The supreme will only allow one person in their office, so prepare for that." It was a rule for the supreme's safety to be honest, Since someone attacked the library a few years back she never let more than two people enter the office, to keep the odds in her favor.

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psa

Hello everyone, Sorry for the break, I went on holiday to Disneyworld Florida with my sister and had the absolute time of our lives. Came home and got the worst cold/flu thing and have just been trying to get through it. Starting to feel a little better, gonna make it through all my replies. Love you all take care

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Thank you love, have a disco-wing on the house

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Omg this is amazing

/// they’ve interacted like twice but moar Pinterest boards!!! @notyouraveragedickgrayson

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psa

Big high pain day today 💞😍 just chronic illness girly things 😍💞 finished If We We Villain's novel by M. L. Rio absolutely amazing but I'm a huge slut for dark academia Might be writing tomorrow if the pain settles down

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Dick shut his door behind them and placed his bag on the ground before beginning to strip off to take a shower as he headed towards the bathroom. "Well, its good and then its not so good. Its good that I feel like it grounds me, keeps me thinking about what truly matters... and then not so good because I don't get to fucking sleep" he poked his head through the door with a towel around his waist. "Don't poke through my things while im in the shower" he glared before shutting the door.

"lucky you, you now have someone to cover for your nosy neighbors" she chuckled "so... How's it like having a somewhat normal life?"

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Okay, yeah, I'm in this mood: I want to fill the world with fan art about them and I'M NOT SORRY ABOUT IT. ⠀