blueboywxnder

[blueboywxnder]

speedrxcer‌:

       - - - “Here I am! Buh-nuh, na-nah! Rock you like a Hurricane!” Oil stains coated the concrete floors, parts and pieces littered everywhere, but expert feet danced around the heavy machinery with ease. Music blasted from a tinny speaker on an old dial radio, the 80′s era jams filling the garage workshop with vibrations. He’d nearly forgotten he was causing his own vibrations, silver electricity leaping off his fingertips as he tossed a wrench to himself across the room, singing into it like he was some kind of wild rock star, and not a grease-covered mechanic. “Here I am!! Rock you like a Hurric- AH!” A figure out of the corner of his eye made him panic and instantly drop the tool with a clatter. His face claimed immediate guilt to whatever the staring person seemed to have caught. They totally ignored the whole blinking around at high-speeds thing, right?

          “Uh… Ignore that,” Wally chuckled, a hand scratching under his wild, orange mop-head. “Whatever… all that was.” 

“How could I ignore such a beautiful singing voice.” Dick piped up, a smile stretching across his features. He hadn’t really been that great of a friend for the last two years but apart of him just thought maybe he could slip right back into their friendship. The two of them spent years together as Robin and Kid Flash. He wanted that connection again. Dick had a glance around the Garage. “So, when are you off work?” He asked. “Because I was hoping I could buy you lunch. Which knowing you is going to cost a fortune. But I think it’ll be worth it.” 

[blueboywxnder]

ofbrucewayne‌:

“And miss the face you have now.” Bruce answered teasing him back, the true was he wasn’t sure if dick would answer the phone once he saw who was calling, maybe Dick wouldn’t answer the door either however he wanted to look like he was making an efford and a phone call seemed to simple.

“i was surprised to see that you decided to move here. You know I only keep tabs on people i care about and criminals.” He answered it was his way of telling Dick he cared about him. “I’m glad to know you’re doing better.

“So which one am I?” He joked, “Because I recall doing the occasional illegal thing back when we were a pair.” Dick said with a smile, apart of him almost added at least from what I can remember. A correction of his statement, but he’d always been more of the looking forward rather than back type. Maybe that was Bruce’s influence, from how deeply he was effected by his parent’s death. Or maybe that had always been Dick’s nature. 

“I left Bludhaven in the hands of some very capable people.” He said with a smile. “Besides I-” He cut himself off before glancing down for a moment. Trying to think of a good way to put it. “For months I hated it when anyone from my past got in contact with me. It felt like a constant reminder of what I couldn’t be any more. Of how you all saw me. I came to realize that if you cared about him so much, who I was when I was shot. That it wouldn’t matter who I am now. You’d care about me regardless, right?”

[blueboywxnder]

brainybxrd‌:

          It felt like a ghost was in the room with him. No, not a ghost, he was too present, he felt too there. “What, with all my homework?” It was more than that, stop lying. You shouldn’t lie to your brother’s face.  He had a fresh, hot cup of coffee, he’d lost count on what number this was, and immediately took a long drink, the scalding liquid almost bringing him out of the numbing shock. “It’s… not just that, Dick.” Were all their experiences gone? It couldn’t be, he was here, he was calling him by name, he was… 

          “How did you find me?” Tim asked, trying to keep his face as neutral as possible, walking back to his corner pile of stacked pillows and settling in for what might be another long while. This was his cave, he was in charge here… right?

He couldn’t help but sigh. “No. You can handle your homework by yourself, I seem to recall you were always pretty great at it. My best in mathematics is you at your worst.” He joked, “I’m worried about you, Tim.” He continued, watching as Tim spoke to him. Asking him dumb questions, like he didn’t think he could track him down. He may have lost everything for a short while, but things started to come back to him. His training became his instinct, and his memories started to come back in his dreams. 

“I was trained by Batman too, Tim. It wasn’t hard at all to find you.” He approached the boy’s nest of pillows and glanced over it. He vaguely recalled how he would do this. How he would lock himself up in one spot for days. “What have you been doing on that thing, anyway?” He asked, gesturing to the computer. “What’s so important that it can take away from your sleep schedule?” 

[blueboywxnder]

ofbrucewayne‌:

There was no point on hiding, if Tim had figured out that they didn’t bumped accidentally on the streets, Dick should know that Bruce knew where he was living. “Since you texted me I figured your hangover wouldn’t allow you to answer the phone.” he answered walking inside. “Besides I wouldn’t be able to bring you some of Alfred’s coffee over the phone and I’m sure you need this.” Alfred coffee was one the best coffee in town and would help him a little with the hangover. “how are you?” he asked

“Right... fair point. But what made you think I’d be able to answer the door if I wouldn’t pick up the phone?” He teased, closing the door behind his mentor and eventual father. The two of them had a lot of history, the more time Dick spent away from him, the more those memories came back to him. The memories of intense training, the memories of fighting along side of him, and of going to him for comfort and wisdom. Bruce was never as open as Alfred was, he wasn’t as soft or as kind, but in his own way he loved him. He was sure of that. Otherwise he wouldn’t be here now.

He took the coffee from him and gave him an awkward smile, “Oh, thanks.” He watched the other man. Thinking about how best to explain how he was doing. “I’m... doing better. As odd as it is, I’ve started patrolling again as Nightwing again. Not that you don’t already know that, if you know where I live, there’s no doubt you’ve been keeping tabs on me.”

[blueboywxnder]

@fo-annataz from here 

He glanced up upon hearing his name. Just from the brief name change, the man was able to identify who knew him from before his accident and who came to know him during the time when he was just coming to know himself as well. There was a difference between those who said Dick Grayson and Ric. The biggest one being that those who called him Dick, they always expected so much more from him. He gave her a smile upon recognizing her voice. 

Zatanna. He actually knew her, she visited him a couple times. “Zatanna?” He said putting down his drink and pulling her into a hug. “I gotta say, I’m a little surprised to see you!”

[blueboywxnder]

ofselinakyles‌:

 “You’re the lucky one.” She chuckled and made herself comfortable. Selina didn’t have to answer to anyone but she really did care about Dick and his opinion mattered to her which was more than what she could say about the other men in her life. “I’m more than sure he misses you.” She smiles at the thought of Bruce probably already knowing. Dick wasn’t wrong about that. “Not a shocker, I’m a joy.” She grins but it softens as Dick continues. She should be offended but she’s not. Selina has been through this with the boys before and understands they’ve all been easy on one another. “Actions speak louder. You’ll have to see for yourself.”

“If he does, I wouldn’t know.” Nightwing replied with a shrug. He couldn’t help but laugh at her words. “Yeah, a joy. I gotta say. I’ve always enjoyed the many times I’ve had to chase you around Gotham city.” He mused. “Really, it was always the highlight of my week.” She was always pretty good at escaping him and Batman. Part of him wondered if Batman just let her go sometimes. If he was even really trying. Either way, their relationship would be a lot less complicated if she stopped thieving. “Alright, Selina. I will. Prove to me that I was wrong for worrying.” 

[blueboywxnder]

ofbrucewayne‌:

@blueboywxnder

It was morning and while he drank some coffee he checked his phone, it seemed that Dick followed his advice since he didn’t got another drunk text, Bruce looked at his phone for a while, he had told Dick he was going to call however he still wasn’t sure if that was the best move.

Putting his phone back on his pocket he grabbed a thermos filled with coffee that Alfred had made and grabbed the car, after 10 minutes he parket the car and was standing infront of Dick place, it was almost eleven in the morning so the boy should be up so he rang the doorbell.

The sound of the doorbell woke him up that morning and all he could do was groan. Normally, Dick Grayson was more of an early bird despite his many night shifts. He didn’t typically get a lot of sleep. Always caught up in the life or far too used to night sleeping that he just couldn’t. That day, he was just about ready and willing to sleep forever. He had a bit too much to drink last night, as evident by the text on his phone from Bruce of all people. They hadn’t spoken in months, and he guessed drunk him must have been a little desperate for the other’s attention. Drunk him was a bit of an idiot. 

He climbed out of the bed and made his way towards the door, trying not to feel too sick from the hang over on his way over. As he opened it, he regretted not looking through the peephole first. Maybe then he would have been prepared to see Bruce’s face. “Of course you know where I live...” He said before sighing and opening the door further, gesturing for him to come in. A little shocked that the man had time for him. “I thought you were going to call me not actually come for a real visit. If I would have known that, maybe I would have cleaned up before you got here.”

[blueboywxnder]

DickxZee

[blueboywxnder]

stars in your eyes

[blueboywxnder]

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again… (Old Man Tony)

[text: IRON MAN!]: You’re sounding a lot like a fortune cookie right now, Mr. Stark.[text: IRON MAN!]: What does that even mean anyway? Like what’s the moral? To live life in the moment 🤔[text: IRON MAN!]: It almost sounds like a threat too, if you think about it. Like you’re planning to kill me. [text: IRON MAN!]: I swear I know nothing about what happened in Vegas!! Don’t kill me!!! 

[blueboywxnder]

babsleegordon‌:

Babs rolled her eyes but smiled all the same, it always seemed to be like this. No matter how much time they spent apart, within two seconds of being around each other they fell back into the place they had been despite any distance, despite any time that had passed, the friendship between them never seemed to fade. “Put on a shirt, Dick,” she said, nudging him again as she shook her head. “You’re right – he isn’t. If he were he’d already be offering me a grilled cheese,” she teased. It had been a while since she had been to Wayne Manor – a while since she had seen Alfred.

“Anyone in particular you want to look – or did you just want to surprise your unsuspecting neighbors with a view?” Babs looked up at him and looked confused for a moment. Plant shopping? “Are you looking for an excuse to see me again, Dick Grayson?”  

He chuckled when she nudged him. “You sure you want me to? You seemed to be having a good time looking me over. I don’t want to ruin that for you.” He teased before moving around her to open his bedroom door and grab a shirt quickly. “You know, if you want a grilled cheese, I don’t mind you making one. Just make one for me too.” He said, slipping on his shirt before walking back over to her. “Better?” He asked. 

“No one in particular, I just like an audience.” He said before pausing. “Maybe I am, what’s wrong with that?” He said, leaning against the couch. They lost so much time together. Months of him not remembering her. Part of him wondered if she ever resented him for it.

[blueboywxnder]

ofselinakyles‌:

 “You’ll always be junior to me.” She smiled and gestured toward her door so that he could follow her in and Selina leaves another can of tuna outside her door just in case her new friend has friends of his own. “Stalking me.” She laughed as she kicked off her shoes and tossed her keys onto her coffee table. “Make yourself comfortable. Batman has been around if that is what you’re asking.” When Nightwing told her he had the insight to offer, she arched a brow and turned to face him, crossing her arms at her chest. “You came to give me a pep talk?” A small smile pulls at her lips. His concern is almost sweet. “Did he send you here? Did he think ‘maybe the kid would do a better job?’” Selina laughs again but no in a mocking tone. “You’d be glad to hear that I’m a good cat now. Honest.”  

As Dick followed her in, he had a quick glance around. “You’re lucky I’m not allergic to cats.” He joked. “I figured.” Nightwing replied when he heard about Batman having been around. Giving her a bit of a half smile at her next few words. “Well, yeah. Essentially. You don’t mind a little pep talk, do you?” He said before shaking his head, “No. I haven’t even spoken to him. Not in months. He must know I’m here, the man knows everything. I think maybe he’s giving me space. I came to you on my own accord, Selina. As shocking as it is, it isn’t just Batman who likes you. That’s great to hear, but you know I can’t just take your word for it.” 

[blueboywxnder]

hearthecanarycry‌:

“So I’ve heard. Not that I’ve seen Babs as of late, but you know she likes that computer of hers.” Here came those judging eyes again. All these heroes that she’d spent so much of her life with seemed so betrayed when they saw the true power she was capable of. Maybe they were afraid if she uncovered their secrets she’d find an ugly truth that made them deserving of the same fate. She shrugged off Dick’s concern. “Nothing to worry about, Richard.”

“Yeah, when we were dating, sometimes I swore she liked it more than me! But hey, that’s our Babs.” He replied, trying to keep it light, but he saw the blood... and the way she was acting? It wasn’t exactly the same Canary attitude he’d grown used to. Something was clearly up with her. But what? “Nothing to worry about? It’s blood. Blood doesn’t just come from thin air.” He said, taking a few steps towards her. “You can trust me, you know. Let me help.”

[blueboywxnder]

brainybxrd‌:

          There was no laughter, not even a flinch. There was some kind of profound darkness Tim tried to bolster himself with, but it was hard to keep with this unforeseen circumstance. His eyes pulled tighter, a squint the other might know a little too well. The younger bird’s brain churned while he stood there silently for a few moments longer before taking a few steps back into his safe hiding space not so much any more, and mumbled a small “Sure.” His head hung just a little too low as he wandered back to his small work puddle, sifting through the paper piles to find his once discarded mug and get himself more coffee.

           “Make yourself at home,” He joked, though was it a joke if the delivery was so dry? “Pardon the mess.”

When Dick walked in, he instinctually had a look around. From what he could remember, Tim always got like this. The boy put his all into the mission sometimes. A lot like Bruce did and if it wasn’t a mission it was normally something else. Either way. “Have you been getting enough sleep, Tim?” He figured the answer already. And it was probably a no. Just by the look of him. He sighed at the other. His reaction to him wasn’t exactly one he’d been hoping for. Dick was aware that he abandoned everyone for months after he was out of the hospital, but he was hoping that what happened didn’t destroy his relationship with Tim. 

“Hey, I know I’m not... the exact same as I was. But you can talk to me. I’m here for you.” 

[blueboywxnder]

ironiccrus‌:

“An acrobat,” Tony repeated, letting out a low whistle. “As far as hobbies go, that’s pretty impressive. Here I was thinking all rich kids played the cello and nothing else. Maybe threw in a bit of Spanish for good measure.” Of course, Bruce Wayne and his kids had always been different. Tony had picked up on that well before Bruce told him the secret of why that was the case. They’d always been dedicated in a way that few were who had grown up in luxury, acutely aware of what other people were going through. Dick was no exception.

Tony laughed, nodding his head. “Wise choice. The less you know, the more you can sleep,” he replied. When Dick mentioned Iron Man, Tony perked up a little more than he had done before. “My favourite topic.” Tony looked at Dick for a long moment, waiting until he finished the entirety of his question before he answered. “I don’t,” Tony said, shrugging a shoulder. He tilted his head up, gesturing towards a group of people who just walked into the coffee shop. “I’ve got FRIDAY in the back of my head doing background checks on every person in this place. My lab has five doors to get through with different codes, biometrics, retinal scanners, you name it. Paranoia is a part of the job, but at least mine can be public. It makes it a little less complicated, at least.” People could understand why he didn’t want to play a part – or maybe Tony just used it as an excuse to skip out on galas. “Besides,” he continued, “bad things can happen to anyone, anytime, even if they aren’t superheroes.” He took a sip of his coffee. “You know, most people don’t think of the fun side of Avenging like that,” Tony commented. “What brings it up?”

“I was a circus kid before Bruce took me in, and you know what they say. You can take the boy out of the circus but...” He gave him a wide smile and a shrug. “Hey, I know Spanish too, if that makes you feel better.” 

“You’ve got to be over exaggerating. Whatever happened in Vegas, It can’t be that bad.” He teased, watching the other man seem to light up when he mentioned Iron Man. He felt that same sort of pride over Nightwing. The ability to help people, to save lives. Sure, he could have done it as a cop or hell, a firefighter. But when you wore the mask, you handled every kind of mission with every kind of stakes. They’ve both saved so many people between the two of them. The biggest difference was that Dick couldn’t admit it. Maybe he would have, if they were truly alone.

 He listened to him, how he took every precaution and as much as he admired that, he wondered if that ever got exhausting. If Tony ever missed just being able to have a chill day. To relax outside with no worries. “I’ve got to say,” Dick started, glancing towards the group of people he was gesturing too. “That is probably the coolest thing I’ve ever heard.” He was right, at least he didn’t have to keep secrets. He could be honest about everything. There were pros and cons to all of it. He just wasn’t sure which outweighed the other. “You’re not wrong. About bad things happening to anyone.” He said, then he paused and leaned back in his seat. “I have two reasons that tie into each other. The first, I think you might be able to figure out on your own.” He said, curious if Tony would be able to piece it together. “The second...” He turned his head so Tony could see the scar on the side. “I was shot in the head two years ago. I’m still... recovering. Sometimes I wonder what it’s like... to not feel a bit paranoid all the time.” 

[blueboywxnder]

❛❛ I took your hoodie and I’m not giving it back. ❜❜ || babs :smirk:

soft caring sentence compilation

“While you were last here?” He paused before giving her a wide smile. “You little thief. I didn’t even notice. You know, Miss Gordon... now that I don’t have my hoodie I’m going to need something else to keep me warm. Any suggestions?” 

[blueboywxnder]