#@flyingprodigy

[donkoogrr]

Listen, okay, I'm biased as higgidy heck about The Prodigy, I will 100% admit my adoration of my RP blorbo boy. (@flyingprodigy if anyone wants to play with him!)

BUT! That doesn't mean I'm wrong for thinking that DC should reintroduce him as a canon character, because he fits into the Bats' relationship drama so well!

Consider this! Young Dick Grayson is replaced as the star of Haley's Circus by a redheaded boy who treats Dick as a brother. Dick doesn't warn the boy about an ambush and winds up watching the other acrobat being beaten nearly to death by a gang armed with a baseball bat, lead pipes, and a crowbar. Dick can't act, he's terrified, he's forced to witness this and he runs away the moment he can.

He buries the fuck out of this memory, especially since his parents die around that same year.

Now. Think about how this memory, buried as it is, could influence Dick as the standard story of Nightwing progresses. Consider how he reacted to Jason; to being replaced by a redheaded boy. (Think a lot about the number of redheads in Dick's life) How Dick hates not being able to act and protect people. How he runs away from a lot of personal strife.

Imagine him unconsciously basing his "big brother" actions on how the Prodigy treated him.

And when the memory is unearthed and Dick is facing the Prodigy, an older, washed up wanderer, the Prodigy absolves him. His brother knew he was there and was glad Dick kept safely out of sight. Dick was a child and children can be stupid and cruel and thoughtless.

Prodigy was proud of who Dick Grayson became.

And that's just. It's really beautiful.

Forgiveness. Absolution.

Self-Forgiveness. Self-Absolution.

You aren't always capable of saving someone. Sometimes you just don't have the strength, or the training, or the tools, or the numbers.

Sometimes you're a kid and you're scared.

[jericho-wilson30]

Joseph Wilson makes it to the designated area that Rose had sent him.

It was a strange way to celebrate his 30th birthday but when had his siblings ever done it normal.

Clad in black loose gym shorts, a sleeveless armor shirt that showed off the muscles of his arms and forearms, he hoisted his black gym bag on his shoulder as he looked at the people going by, searching for @flyingprodigy .

[flyingprodigy]

Brad, 22, after a whirlwind 24-hour romance and breakup, is of course going to post his workout videos. He's missed the two decades of learning how to Internet and been dropped right into the social media age.

((Comments are commenting on the video, reblogs are physically interacting with Brad, @raging-rosewilson27, here's a good way to ask how the thing with Grant even happened lmao))

[flyingprodigy]

He crosses the room to her favorite reading nook and sets the teacup and saucer down on a side table, making sure it's within easy reach. His own tea is, in sacrilegious fashion, held in a coffee mug. There's still a spoon inside it. Alfred despairs of him often.

Brad eases down onto a squashy, comfortable chair nearby, one with two sketchbooks always at hand for when either he or Damian join Eleanor in her retreats. He doesn't talk, doesn't ask yet about what troubles her.

Brad is simply there should she wish to speak.

"Hey, Sis? Are you okay?"

Brad has tea and a look of concern on his face. He's not entirely aware of what has happened recently, but he knows someone Eleanor feels responsible for has gotten hurt recently. Badly hurt. He doesn't know the specifics.

But he knows his sister has a heart bigger than her head and cares so much about the people in her life.

He can't just go out and fix things, but he can bring her tea and be there for her.

- @flyingprodigy

Eleanor looks over from where she had been in the manor library with a wan smile

Well, I've been better, certainly

[bluebirdwonder01]

There's a shakily written letter in the mail today, the blue ink is smudged but legible. The paper is cheap and mass-produced with a watermark identifying it as belonging to a cheap motel chain. The return address indicates that the sender is in a small Wisconsin town.

Dear Dickiebird,

I'm not sure if you remember me, or if you knew me at all, here. The news anchors have been talking about superheroes saving the universe and for us normal folk to expect some oddities to occur as reality resettles. I'm worried that I'm one of those oddities though; you're so much older than you should be. Or older than I remember you being? It's all a mess.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry to interrupt your life like this. I don't know who else might know me anymore. The hospital I was in suddenly didn't have any records of me and none of the staff recognized me. God, Dickie, to me, you were eight just a year ago! I don't know what to do. Can you help me? Do you remember your big circus brother Brad?

Bruce had been bringing him his mail, along with comforts from his apartment as he’d been in the watch tower medical bay permanently at the moment. He stared at the letter confused. When he’d opened it and read the words he was confused. He couldn’t actually recall anyone like that from the circus. Then again there’s a lot he fuzzed out after time had gone on when he’d lost his parents. Dick had only been 8 or 9 years old when he left. Everyone had been mostly family so maybe there was someone. But he didn’t recall a lot more acrobatic acts other than the few that joined in for a show or two. Then the oddities part clicked. They’ve dealt with universe jumping and time jumping before. He’s helped Wally with plenty of time anomalies, and he’s experience his own problems with the universes. He frowned quickly pushing those memories away. He sighed through his nose, waiting until Bruce had returned to write his own response and give it to the man to send. He wasn’t moving anytime soon.

Bard,

I do not re-call you. But if you are one of those “oddities” or believe you are:

135 Old Bricron, Gotham, NJ. It will be a phone booth. Type 6457902. It will ask for a name say Nightwing. I’d offer a phone number but considering a choice for letters, I’m assuming you don’t use a phone.

Richard Grayson

@flyingprodigy

[flyingprodigy]

((BEHOLD: The Saga of Drunk Eleanor and Brad))

(( @eleanor-wayne saved for posterity))

[eleanor-wayne]

Brad watches the taxi quickly driving away from the posh gates it has delivered him. Both he and the driver had known their destination was going to be in the most well-to-do part of Gotham, but neither of them had expected the area to be so grandiose; he and Ahmed had both grown more nervous as the gps seemed to lead them further and further away from familiar, sensible reality.

He doesn't blame the man for the quick exit, but Brad hopes that he's not about to be turned away and forced to hoof it to the nearest bus stop.

Hiking his small bag of belongings up higher on his shoulder, the redhead takes a breaching breath before he presses the intercom buzzer.

"Hello? This is Brad Barnett; I'm supposed to be expected here?"

- @flyingprodigy

The intercom crackles slightly before a female voice comes through.

One second, I'll open the gates for you

The gates slowly and smoothly open, revealing the drive up to Wayne Manor

[flyingprodigy]

"Oh gosh, sorry." Brad winces at his own bad manners as he crouches down, holding a hand out to Titus for him to sniff.

"Brad Barnett. I traveled with Dickie for awhile when he was in the circus. He's been kind enough to put me up for a bit while we figure out how I wound up outside of my time and space."

"Dick's told me that you have a lot of animals. I used to help out at the circus, so I thought I'd make myself useful around here..."

"Hey, Damian! Do you mind if I tag along with you while you take care of the animals today?"

Brad hasn't gotten to hang out with the littlest Wayne yet, but he wants to! He thinks the boy very much resembles the young Dick Grayson he'd traveled with in his time.

- @flyingprodigy

Damian startled slightly from his spot in the grass where he sat with Titus, doing his best to cover up up the slip he re-adjusted himself against the tree before glancing up at the owner of the voice.

“I’ve heard of you from Grayson but I dont believe we’ve met yet.” Damian hummed.

[bluebirdwonder01]

Richard “Dick” John Grayson was born March 20th. His parents were Mary and John Grayson, When he was 8-9 he watched his parents fall to their death. Billionaire Bruce Wayne took him in. When dick found out he was Batman, he fought by his side as the boy wonder Robin. When he was 16 he was shot by the joker in the shoulder. he got in a fight with Bruce where he fired Dick from his Robin identity. So dick left to create his own life as nightwing. He now lives in bludhaven and does his vigilante work there.

Parents:

Mary & John Grayson: Deceased

Bruce Wayne

Siblings:

Jason Todd

Tim Drake: @drake-wayne-enterprise

Damian Wayne: @theblessed-bloodson

Cassandra Cain

Bard Barnett: @flyingprodigy

Partner:

Koriand’r: @koriandrum

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

This is at least post spyral nightwing! He has gone through the forever evil timeline, his fight with Bruce, and being forced to go into spyral. He still struggles with his time in spyral mentally as well as physically. The Hypnos system they used cause some issues within his brain, causing him to suffer with absent seizures on occasion. (Inspired by a fanfic, will post at bottom.) He has worked under Slade in this uni. Basically following typical teen titans the show lore, mixed with comic lore and leading up to the aftermath of spyral. A lot of headcannons I use will be inspired by the fanfic I have linked below!

This Dick Grayson is slowly crashing out. Obviously there will be sillies I just need some angst Roleplay.

Mun is 18! Any romantic/suggestive content please be 17+.

Always happy to interact! Things might be ooc.

In this universe Dick works as a gymnastics instructor! He has Haley and a nice little apartment.

Angst, fluff, Darker plots. Etc. is allowed! I’m flexible with anything really! Please don’t be afraid to send asks/requests/messages!

I do not do pro-shipping or creepy ass shit so keep it away.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53705674/chapters/135952042

[eleanor-wayne]

"Hey, Sis? Are you okay?"

Brad has tea and a look of concern on his face. He's not entirely aware of what has happened recently, but he knows someone Eleanor feels responsible for has gotten hurt recently. Badly hurt. He doesn't know the specifics.

But he knows his sister has a heart bigger than her head and cares so much about the people in her life.

He can't just go out and fix things, but he can bring her tea and be there for her.

- @flyingprodigy

Eleanor looks over from where she had been in the manor library with a wan smile

Well, I've been better, certainly

[sonnova-bat]

"Hey, Damian! Do you mind if I tag along with you while you take care of the animals today?"

Brad hasn't gotten to hang out with the littlest Wayne yet, but he wants to! He thinks the boy very much resembles the young Dick Grayson he'd traveled with in his time.

- @flyingprodigy

Damian startled slightly from his spot in the grass where he sat with Titus, doing his best to cover up up the slip he re-adjusted himself against the tree before glancing up at the owner of the voice.

“I’ve heard of you from Grayson but I dont believe we’ve met yet.” Damian hummed.

[avaricehere]

@flyingprodigy

((literally Eleanor and Brad

men really need to start having chest hair and just leaving their shirts half unbuttoned again. i think it will start to heal society

[grant-wilson34]

Grant kisses the top of Brad's head, listening to his breathing getting slower and slower.

"You are way out of my league." Grant replied softly.

It's Friday night and Brad has been randomly relocated to this dimension for over a month. It has been an experience, getting used to everything; he's decades in the future, he's in Gotham City, he's reconnected with people he's dearly missed.

But this is the first time he's really been out on his own. His found and refound family bullied him out of the home tonight, insisting that he ought to "go relax! Have some fun! Meet new people!"

Hypocrites. Brad loves them so much.

He's found his way into a dark nightclub with pounding music and pulsing lights. The ebb and flow of the dancers is a hypnotic press, a writhing celebration of living in defiance of life. The drink he ordered is sweet and sour, making his head pleasantly cloudy.

Maybe he'll meet a new friend after all. Maybe he'll move to the dance floor and join the revelry. Maybe he'll be daring and let a stranger take him home. Maybe he'll just have a good time.

The night feels bright with possibilities!

((Open RP! Mun is open to all interactions!))

[grant-wilson34]

Grant looks down at Brad.

There had been hits placed on the Wayne family, and he'd never taken them.

Not because he was scared, but because he was smart.

He knew the Waynes' reputation as their vigilante paths exceeded almost to a Meta-level threat.

Grant knew when to keep his distance.

"I can't disclose that information."

Translation: No. I wouldn't.

Then he looks to @eleanor-wayne .

"Does that answer satisfy you?"

The Morning After.

Waking up in a stranger's bed is a wholly unique experience and not one that Brad has allowed himself very often. This entire outing has been him trying new things, interacting with the world outside of his usual patterns. Maybe it's the alternate dimension thing encouraging him to take more risks.

He stretches with a groan, assessing his mood and physical being. Body? Sore. Wonderfully sore. His muscles need some attention and he's going to be limping for days, but damn does he feel refreshed.

That surprises him, how good he feels emotionally. Something had happened last night that was intense and unexpected, but he feels none of the shame he has before on previous one night stands. If anything, Brad feels excited and energetic.

He slips out of bed carefully, mindful of his aching lower end, and finds what looks like what must be Grant's clothes set out for him next to the other water bottle and snack from the prior night. Brad changes into the large hoodie and sweatpants, laughing quietly to himself about how massive they are on his frame.

He goes ahead and eats the snacks, too. Brad can smell something is cooking nearby, but he is famished after last night.

He checks the pile of his clothes for his phone, but doesn't find it. He checks under the bed and around the room, wondering if it had fallen out of his pocket when Grant had ripped his pants off, but it wasn't anywhere. 'The entryway, maybe? I hope I didn't leave it in the cab...'

Cheerful despite the missing tech, Brad leaves the room, hoping to track down his host and breakfast. Maybe if he's lucky Grant will be interested in making this a regular thing.

((Morning After RP for @grant-wilson34. If you think you'd be one of the people concerned about Brad leaving a Gotham club where at least one murder would be discovered that same night, with a stranger skilled at avoiding cameras, and trackers no longer working, this is also a post for your text messages and missed calls. *Cough cough @eleanor-wayne , @bluebirdwonder01, etc*))

[jericho-wilson30]

Joey nods, letting Brad touch him anywhere he wants, his gaze hooded with hunger.

Joseph Wilson makes it to the designated area that Rose had sent him.

It was a strange way to celebrate his 30th birthday but when had his siblings ever done it normal.

Clad in black loose gym shorts, a sleeveless armor shirt that showed off the muscles of his arms and forearms, he hoisted his black gym bag on his shoulder as he looked at the people going by, searching for @flyingprodigy .

[jericho-wilson30]

"[I would love to have you as a boyfriend. But can you accept-]" gestures at his throat. "[-this?]"

Joseph Wilson makes it to the designated area that Rose had sent him.

It was a strange way to celebrate his 30th birthday but when had his siblings ever done it normal.

Clad in black loose gym shorts, a sleeveless armor shirt that showed off the muscles of his arms and forearms, he hoisted his black gym bag on his shoulder as he looked at the people going by, searching for @flyingprodigy .