#DICKIE COMM DICKIE COMM !

[tetzoro]

SPOTTED : Dick Grayson at the side of Gotham’s favorite sweetheart — Aims !

Could this budding romance take the city by storm? Or was this a love simmering under the surface for longer than we thought? Find out more in our exclusive Q&A coming to you this fall ! ෆ

thank you @teetorini for bringing my lil selfship to life 🥹🤍 he’s been patiently waiting for a comm since i started my self shipping journey and im so giddy over this :’)

[violent138]

Damian: "Red Hood has a pretty severe concussion. What do I do?"

Tim: "Extraction's still ten minutes out, just keep him talking."

Damian, urgently pressing the comm: "I don't want to talk to him, he's even more insufferable than usual."

Jason, lying on the ground, eyes closed: "That's funny Junior, because head trauma's the only thing that makes you bearable."

Damian, to Tim: "I'm leaving. It won't be the first time we've had a closed casket."

Tim, groaning disgustedly: "Robin--ugh, seriously, just stay there and keep him awake."

Damian, seething even more when he sees Jason's smirk: "Fine."

Jason, cracking open one eye: "Aww, are you concerned about me?"

Damian: "Shut up. The only thing I'm concerned about is our family's reputation after your public wipeout on that stupid motorcycle."

Jason:

Damian: "Are you still awake?" *kicks him* "Todd?"

Jason, grinning: "You said our family."

Damian, furious: "I didn't. You've lost more brain cells than you could afford."

Jason: "Wait 'till Tim hears, I think he'll want a group hug. Bruce is probably going to get emotionally constipated. Dickie would probably cry--"

Damian, panicking as he hears the Batmobile get closer: "Stop. Do not tell him--"

Jason: "You better erase every single fucking video of me crashing then."

Damian: "You have a deal."

[sanguineterrain]

For the drabbles!!

Can you walk? I need you to walk for me! With Dick, if that sounds interesting to you!!

Loved the Drabble you posted, you’re a talented writer!

thanks very much nonnie 🥺❤️ wanted to switch it up and whump dickie boy >:)

"can you walk? i need you to walk." - dick grayson x gn!reader. tw: injured dick, bullet wound, reader tasers a bad guy. dick's not dead i prommy!! Loosely based on the Nightwing 2021 comics.

prompt lists are here! i reblog all fics to @sanguinelibrary

****

You wake up to the beeping of the distress signal. Instantly, you're awake, fumbling for the comm bud to put in your ear.

"—in, do you copy? Nightwing needs help, he's—"

"Where is he, Babs?" you ask, flinging the sheet off of your legs and jumping into your suit.

"Blüdhaven City Hall."

"What the hell? Alone?"

Barbara sighs. "Yes. I didn't know until the mayor texted."

Anger flares. You tamp it down because Barbara hasn't done anything wrong, and it's not fair to snap at her for Dick's stupid choices.

Besides, the anger is only to mask the chilling fear that bubbles up.

You stick to the rooftops like Dick himself had taught you when you were first getting the hang of the vigilante thing. You're more like Barbara in that you prefer to stay on the sidelines and help.

But if Dick is in trouble, you're there.

Your heart pounds; you can barely hear the instructions Barbara's giving you as you approach City Hall.

"Is he conscious?" you ask, interrupting her.

She doesn't answer at first.

"Oracle," you press, gritting your teeth as you descend down the roof access stairs. "Is he awake?"

"I don't know. I lost his comm link."

The fear sharpens. Your heart beats so fast, you're afraid you might collapse.

"He's alive, though. His suit vitals are still elevated."

You run faster, flying down the stairwell. It takes some searching to find Dick since his mask camera is also destroyed, according to Barbara. But you manage to track him down relatively fast.

Dick is bound to a chair, puddles of blood at his feet. You rush over and pull at the knots without thinking, growing frustrated when they don't turn loose.

"Blade on your left side."

You startle hard at Dick's voice. He lifts his head slowly and you stifle a gasp at his face. One of the lenses of his mask is cracked. His cheek is bloody and nearly black with bruises. His suit is torn and dirty.

They'd left him for dead.

"I found him, Babs."

You hear her sigh of relief. She starts to organize your exit route. You're only half listening as you slice through the ropes with the blade you forgot you had in your left pocket.

Dick's arms hang at his sides even after you free them. They'd done a number on him.

He watches you as you free his legs next.

"Suit looks good on you," he says, head lolling. "Peak design, if y'ask me."

"You're so stupid," you say, bowing your head so he can't see the tears that sting your eyes. "This was an idiotic thing you did, Dick."

"Alias names only in the field," he reminds you.

You yank the rope harder than you mean to and free his legs.

Dick has to use his whole body to push himself off of the chair. Even so, he stumbles, and you rush to catch him. Your heart jumps to your throat. Of course he'd hide how bad his injuries are.

"Oracle, call Batman."

"No," Dick grits, shaking his head. "Don't call him."

"You can barely move. I can't carry you myself."

You wish you could. As furious as you are, you'd carry him home.

"Am I calling him?" Barbara asks in your ear.

A door slams somewhere upstairs. Cold sweat erupts all over your body. Dick looks at you, and you know he heard it too.

"Guys, am I calling Batman or not?"

"No, we can do it," you say against your better judgment. "Can you move?"

Dick nods rapidly, though you don't totally believe him. You sling an arm under his arm, then wrap your other arm around his waist. He puts nearly all of his weight on you, though you can tell he's using what little strength he has left to try and shift his weight.

The two of you go like that, Dick half limping. You try not to think about how his blood stains your suit.

You move slowly, which unfortunately means that the goon upstairs catches up to you. He pulls out a gun, and Dick shoves you aside before you can advance. He pays the price for it when the goon shoots his leg.

Dick screams.

Quick as Flash, you grab an escrima stick and charge the taser to two thousand volts. Then you ram it into the goon's gut.

He drops like a sack of potatoes. You don't check if he's breathing.

"We don't kill," Dick says as you return the stick to his back holster.

You harshly cut the goon's shirt with your blade and tourniquet Dick's bullet wound. He hisses in pain.

"I didn't kill him," you snap.

"You could've. What the hell was that?"

"That was me stopping him before he blew your brains out!" you shout. "That was me making sure the commissioner doesn't have to fish your body out of the river!"

Dick's head thumps against the wall. His suit is slick with blood. "That wouldn't have happened."

"You could've died tonight, Dick! Why can't you get that through your head?"

His eyes close for too long on the next blink. You kneel in front of him immediately, shaking his shoulder. He grunts.

"Dick, no. Wake up. Don't do this, you gotta stay awake for me."

"'M awake," he says groggily. "I'm..."

"Oracle," you say, panicked. "Vitals."

"His heart rate is sluggish; he's lost a lot of blood. You have to—"

"Dick," you say, shaking his shoulder again. "Dickie, you gotta get up. Can you walk? I need you to walk for me."

"'Kay," he whispers, barely lifting his arm.

"Okay, I've got you. Ready? One, two—"

You lift him and stagger under his full weight.

"Sorry," he murmurs, and you feel sick.

"It's okay. You don't have to apologize. I shouldn't have yelled, I'm sorry. Stay awake, okay?"

He hums. You manage to establish a decent gait between the two of you. Dick stumbles along, trying his best to walk independently.

You're almost out of City Hall when Dick collapses. This time, he doesn't get up.

"No, no. Wake up, Dick, wake up. Come on, come on!"

You shake him as hard as you'll let yourself. Dick doesn't stir.

"There's so much blood," you say, your hands sticky with it. "B-Babs..."

"I'm sending help right now. B's on his way, okay?" She sounds just as wrecked as you feel. "Just hold on."

You cradle Dick's head and suck in gasping breaths, keeping pressure on his thigh.

That's how Batman finds you, shaking and hunched over his son.

[haveihitanerve]

These Aren't Guards-

“Bruce? Your phone is ringing.” Dick Grayson called, not bothering to move from his place on the couch. Bruce sighed, but ambled downstairs, picking up the phone. “Yello?” he asked, pressing the phone to his ear. “Now?” dick frowned, setting his own phone down and glancing over. Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes. yes of course ill be there in a bit.” he sighed, hanging up. “Dad? Everything alright?” DIck asked in concern. Bruce waved him off. “Clark called. Theres a League meeting. Lantern needs some help with these-” he waved a hand, trying to find the words. “This other alien species i guess, and the other Lanterns are refusing to help because its not technically a threat. yet.” Dick frowned. “Huh. need backup?” Bruce cocked his head. “You don't have anything better to be doing?” Dick shrugged. “Not today not really no.” Bruce shrugged. “Okay. You’re welcome to join me if you wish chum. At least then the meeting wont be a complete waste of time.” Dick laughed and stood, following his father down the stairs to the Batcave. “Hey B. Dickwad.” Jason greeted, sitting on the table, cleaning his guns. “Is that my rag-?” bruce groaned. “You know what? I don't even care anymore.” Jason grinned, dropping the rag, and whispered in a staged voice. “I finally win.” Bruce rolled his eyes, moving to his suit ti get changed. “Woah whats going on here? A daytime patrol? I thought we have duke for that.” Dick laughed. “We do. B has a League meeting and i volunteered to come along.” Jason jumped off the table. “Wait- for reals? I wanna come.” Bruce arched a brow, slipping on his suit. “You do?” Jason nodded. “Hell yeah. I haven't been up there since i was robin.” Bruce shrugged. “Alright. Suit up.” Jason grinned. “For real old man?” Bruce shrugged. “The meetings probably going to go in circles for a while, useless bickering, getting nowhere and achieving nothing, if you want to provide me with some entertainment while we’re there, then by all means.” Jason laughed. “Bet.” They suited up quickly and Bruce led the way to the zeta tube. “Jason, you made a fair point. Neither one of us has been up there since we were last robin. And most of the heroes don't know us.” Jason grinned as Bruce groaned. “Oh this is gonna be fun.” 

“I called Batman, he should be here shortly.” Superman informed the other few members of the justice league that had arrived at Lanterns call. Wonder Woman nodded. “Good. then we can begin-” “they just showed up in the tube.” Flash informed them. “They?” Lantern asked, walking over. Barry frowned, but nodded. “Yeah. They.” The other JL members frowned, leaning over to see the monitor and what Barry was looking at. To their surprise, Batman was accompanied by two other men, both around his height, flanking him. “Is there a new bounty on Bats head we don't know about?” Green Arrow joked. “Whats he need bodyguards for?” The others shrugged. Before they could discuss it further the doors slid open and Batman walked in. “Is everyone here?” he asked without greeting. (although technically that was his greeting) “Yes. We can begin.” Superman nodded, and his eyes drifted behind him questioningly. Batman ignored all of their inquiring looks and took his seat, the two men taking their places behind him. “Um, we can get more chairs, for your um, guests.” Diana offered. Batman shook his head. “They'll stand. Its fine. Lets begin shall we?” The JL exchanged glances, but shrugged. 

“My legs hurt.” Jason murmured into the comm. Dick huffed a laugh. “Shut up jason.” he muttered. “Code names dickie.” Jason twittered back, his moving lips hidden by his red hood. (who'da thunk it) “Not super necessary.” Bruce murmured, without moving his lips. “I've designed all of our comms to be unhackable, and managed to make it so Clark can’t hear us through them.” Jason raised his eyebrows, though neither of his companions could actually see that. “Impressive daddio.” Bruce fought hard not to roll his eyes and settled instead on casually flicking his leg. Jason smirked. “Both of you focus.” Dick hissed at them, but they could hear the smile in his voice. He was enjoying being here. And, bruce found in spite of himself, he was enjoying himself too. It had been far too long since he had brought his kids with him on League things, for good reason, but seeing as he shared everything League related with them anyways, and meetings rarely ever had direct danger, there really wasn't any reason not to bring them more often. “What do you think Bats?” Oliver asked, his hand landing on Bruces shoulder. Bruce felt rather than saw Dick and Jasons contempt for the action, so much so that he truly didn't know how he felt about the casual touch. Jason stepped forward and in one move had wrenched Olivers hand back, pushing him away. “Back. off.” he snarled. Dick was at his side, none of the Nightwing ease in his stance, no easy smile. No, it was all Jason, Red Hoods anger seeping into his posture, making him glower rather than grin. “Okay.” Oliver lifted his hands in surrender, taking a ste back. “Geez.” he added. “I just wanted to know what you thought Bats. You didn't need to sic your dogs on me.” “birds.” Bruce muttered. He felt Jason's anger flicker slightly. He had amused his second son. Bruce fought his grin. “Its a solid plan.” he admitted. “I think if you use Superman instead it would go over better though. He has the reputation as Earths defender. That will earn him respect.” the others nodded. “Okay. So its settled? Kal will fly out with Lantern?” The league all murmured their agreement. “Good. Then i hereby declare this meeting adjourned.” Bruce stood, and Dick and Jason backed up a few steps, allowing him to move away from the table. “Is that all?” he asked. The others nodded, watching him and his birds with curious eyes. “Good. Ill see you at the next meeting.” He turned for the door, Jason and Dick falling into step behind him, when Barry spoke. “You know we’d protect you Bats. You didn't need to bring your own guards.” Bruce could feel Dick and Jason's glee. He fought his own smile, turning back. “Guards?” he frowned, looking at Jason, then Dick. “oh. These aren't my guards.” he smiled, knowing how unnerved it made the others. “These are my kids.”

[i-yap]

I have a Dick Grayson request!

I don't know if you do vigilante s/o but I was wondering if you did could you write how he would react when he finds out that the crazy person jumping off buildings with his alter ego is also his gn s/o? I always find the different takes on the reader finding out about Nightwing but I really want to know what you think his reaction would be?Anyways, this might not be something you'll write but I just figured I'd ask

Lots of love and admiration for you and your works

❤️

A compliment and a Dick grayson ask??omg made my day ( I promise he isn't my favorite I love them all equally)

Ive never really written vigilante reader..or even imagined one but I can try

Dick Grayson x vigilante!s/o

s/n- supername

"There's an armed robbery at the children's hospital on 34th" reported Tim onto the batcom.

"I can get there in 5" replied Dick.

"Take hood with you, he's on 39th " Ordered Batman

"I don't need a babysitter..especially not hood"

"HAHA, Ill be there as soon as I'm done beating up this creep who was cornering pretty girls" Jason says cheekily.

"wait ..I dont think i need you here hood, or even I'm needed..S/n got here first. She's tying up the perps as we speak"

"Unmask her Nightwing, even I couldnt figure out her identity and she has been spotted in too many crimes around gotham" said Oracle

"You can't passible think THE s/n is a criminal" tim replied shocked

"Haha timmy has a thing for s/n just cause she was caught buying rock shirts from the shady stores he loves" Jason teases

" NO REAL NAMES ON THE COMS JASON, also Oracle is right. Best to be precautionary" states Batman.

Nightwing approaches s/n. "OH JEEZ, hi your scared me haha. Not that you're scary. You're really hot , I mean your partner probably finds you hot but not me. I'm just random vigilante...Uh anyways Ive called the police they're on their way so I think my work here is done!" You say hurriedly after spotting your boyf-nightwing approaching you.

"Well good work here s/n. But I actually had to speak to you alone. " "Me? why??"

"I need you to unmask yourself. Batman's orders . You cant trust me, you know I'm one of the good guys and we have been on multiple cases together. Plus you are kind of in my city"

" Well I- dick listen." "How do you -" You take off your mask to reveal yourself.

"I was about to tell you dickie..please don't be mad" "MAD? ME? MY SWEETHEART IS A CRIME FIGHTING ASS KICKING SUPERHERO! I KNEW YOU WERE TOO STRONG TO BE A BARISTA!. I mean I do wish you told me before" "I just didn't know how you would take it. You always talked about how much you loved our domestic intimacy and simplicity in our relationship and i-" Dick takes your hands in his "We can still have that baby, just because you are a superhero doesn't change anything. Youre still the best thing that ever happened to me and now we can even spend more time together as our alter ego. We would be a great power couple!" Says dick, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

"EW EW THE ROMANTIC SPEECH WAS GROSS BUT KISSING NOISES?" Yells jason into the coms

" NO DICK HOW COULD YOU, MY SUPERCRUSH MAN" Cries out tim

"shit i forgot to turn off my comms" whines dick

"NO REAL NAMES ON THE COMS !" Orders Bataman

"Bring her to the manor once you have discussed the - the revelation. There is much to talk about" Says Batman.

"I'm Surprised Y/n is even real" Joins in Damian.

"WHY WOULD I LIE ABOUT HAVING A PARTNER" yells Nightwing into the comms while you try to muffle your laugh.

"Well, I am no one to comment on your mental state NightWing, But it is questionable"

You pull away Dick from the comms before they all start bickering- and giving bruce a headache. Sure there was a lot to discuss but dick is the best batboy to be a vigilante partner to. He would be understanding and non restrictive and the perfect partner in fight. Communication is easy with him and he trusts you and gives you your space to be yourself. After all, its all these things that make him love you for you.

sorry if there is anything offensive i don't usually write gn!reader cuz I'm a cis female and I don't proof read. Also english is not my first language. Lmk if there's anything offensive and ill change it.

[balthazarusrex]

Wednesday Wip Game Fill 11/13/24

The fill I forgot to post last week for @post-and-out. Thank you for pushing my to write!

Requests were made in the amazing Wednesday Wip Game Community. Thank you so much for pushing me to write! I hope you check us out and play!

Written in tandem with @ditzyredrobin

BW24 - 269/Kit (CW: for needles, minor blood and injury)

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Jason’s threads the needle through flesh with the ease of a man who’s done this a million times over, fingers nimble and quick yet with an air of caution. Their little bird was already starting to crash, hitting the wrong side of adrenaline, listing to one side. His eyes glazed over and the dark bags under his eyes more prominent.

On Jason’s other side, Roy is perched on the kitchen counter, swinging his legs like he was five. The tackle box of a first aid kit was spilled out between them, a fresh suture kit neatly laid out and ready.

“Can you stop?” Jason growls, not looking up from his continuous row of sutures. The cut was clean and not very long but the piece of shrapnel had cut deep—deep enough butterfly stitches weren’t enough. “I don’t know if you can tell but I’m in the middle of something right now.”

“I can,” Roy grins but continues swinging his legs.

Jason has to suppress a groan, trying to focus on the task at hand, but the steady thump thump thump of Roy’s socked feet again the kitchen cabinets made his jaw ache.

Deep breath in, hold, deep breath out, he reminds himself.

“I can finish up by myself,” Tim mumbles, words almost incoherent. He looked dead on his feet even before he was sat down. “I’m sure there’s a lot of stuff to do—I can’t —I can finish the stitches and you can—“

“Yeah, no, sorry to burst your bubble, sweets, but that ain’t happening.” Jason snaps. “You couldn’t even get out of your suit on your own. So stitches? That’s outta the question.”

Tim glared up at him, looking more like a child upset they weren’t getting a second round of dessert, than a fearsome Red Robin.

“Ahhh, you know you look like one of those little kid memes when you’re mad.” Roy grinned.

If looks could kill, the one Tim turned on him would’ve had Roy vaporized on the spot.

“Roy,” Jason warned. “If you don’t knock it the fuck off, I’m not going to stop Tim when he decides enough is enough, you feel me?”

Roy snickered, “C’mon, Jay, you know you wouldn’t let Little Red hurt me.”

Jason paused, shooting Roy a look. “What makes you so sure about that? This whole thing is your fault so as far as I’m aware, it’s fair game.”

���Aw, don’t be like that. You know you love me.” Roy pouts, crossing his arms. “And it was an accident and you know it.”

“Babe, I said I was sorry, plus it’s not my fault I thought you said go, not no. My comm was busted, remember?”

“There were options, Roy, you almost got him killed.” A green haze was starting to creep along beyond the field of his vision, liquid and oozing like the pit. “And you-“ Jason snapped, turning his ire on their little bird. “Why hadn’t you cleared out? If I remember correctly, you called the all clear before Roy got trigger happy.”

Tim’s expression twisted, and he looked down at his newly sprinted wrist and ankle. “I’m sorry. I thought I had more time.”

“Yeah, no, sorry isn’t gonna cut I this time. That was a stupid call even for you.” Tim opened his mouth to speak but Jason cut him off. “You’re lucky a broken wrist, a sprain ankle, and some stitches is all you got away with. For that, you’re benched.”

“No,” Tim snapped quickly. “You can’t do this you’re not my—“

“You want me to call Dickie.” Jason countered. “‘Cause I will and you know how he gets when one of his little birds is hurt.”

“You wouldn’t.”

Jason smirked, “Wouldn’t I?”

Tim grumbled under his breath but didn’t say anything else, earning a laugh from Roy.

“And you,” Jason turns to Roy. As far as he was concerned Roy wasn’t getting away with shit either. “You’re out too until Timmy is better.”

“What? Why me?” Roy said, aghast.

“Did the crime, face the time. You caused Tim to get hurt, you get to put him back together.”

[mspiggy]

check out the INCREDIBLE COMMISSION i got for me and tal's anniversary (courtesy of @ribchillz, COMMS OPEN!) of our BAD BOYS, dickie and saul! incredible turnover time and amazing work! really love all the details...

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[kirbys-lover]

Day twelve of @whumperless-whump-event

Fandoms: The Flash, and Nightwing

Tw for blood

Building collapse | trapped under rubble | "I can't feel my legs"

The Flash ran through the rubble of the building, searching frantically for his best friend. Nightwing couldn't be dead. He couldn't be.

The building had come down just moments before, with Nightwing still inside, and now he wasn't answering his comm. It had only been a minute or so, but to Wally, it felt like hours.

He felt like his fingers were falling off as he dug and dug, dragging civilians out with the rubble. He could feel his fear turning to panic as each person he found wasn't Dick. He couldn't be buried that far!

Suddenly, he heard static through his comm, followed by a quiet "...Wally?"

Wally could've cried with relief. Dick was alive. His boyfriend was still breathing. But that didn't mean he was unharmed. In fact, it was highly likely that he was injured, seeing as he had forgotten to use Wally's codename. Dick never forgot.

"Nightwing? Where are you? Are you okay?" Wally said, shooting out questions before he even knew what he was saying.

"I... I'm stuck. I can't move my legs!" Dick answered, sounding panicked.

"Nightwing, status report," Wally barked, remembering that was something Batman did when Dick was too out of it to answer.

"Legs are pinned, definitely broken. I'm bleeding from... somewhere, I'm not sure where, and definitely a concussion. I... I don't know where I am, just that I'm buried. I'm sorry."

Man, that worked wonders. Wally wondered if there was some code word for every situation.

"It's okay, I'm gonna get you out. Just hang on," Wally said, continuing to dismantle the building. "How bad are you bleeding?"

"Bad," Dick answered. Wally's heart sank. "I think it's coming from my legs or stomach, but it's already soaked my back. I'm... I'm starting to get really dizzy..."

"Nightwing, stay awake," Wally ordered. "I'm going to find you, just keep talking."

Wally sped up, his movements becoming desperate and frantic. He couldn't lose Dick. He'd lost so many people, but losing Dick would break him.

"Walls... I don't... I don't think I can stay awake much longer..." Dick said, his voice growing weaker.

"Please, Dick, just try!" Wally shouted, dropping the codename to see if Dick would listen better.

"Don't p-panic, but I think 'm going into shock..."

Wally panicked. He couldn't help it. He had stayed calm as long as possible, but Dick's voice fading out, and the fact that he hadn't found him yet, was making that impossible. And now that Dick was going into shock, he didn't have much longer.

What if he couldn't get Dick help in time? What if he was too late? What if Dick was already gone when he found him?

After he'd broken each finger probably six times, he saw a flash of familiar black hair. It was Dick.

"Dick? I'm here, baby, I'm here," he said, lifting the rubble off of him. What he saw nearly made him freeze up.

Dick's face was pale as death, too pale to blame on the dust, and the blood was just... everywhere. He had been right, though. The blood was coming from a deep puncture wound in his abdomen. He was conscious, but only barely.

Wally picked up his boyfriend's upper half, holding him close and feeling for a heartbeat. When he felt it, he let out a breath that he hadn't known he was holding. It was weak and way too fast, but it was there.

"I'm here now, Dickiebird. You're gonna be okay," he said softly through the tears he hadn't realized were there.

"Hngh," was all Dick managed to say in response, his eyes glazing over.

Wally removed the rubble from Dick's legs, preparing for the possible bleeding. They were badly broken, but thankfully there was no more blood.

"I'll be right back, babe. Just stay right here," he said before running off, freeing any remaining citizens.

When he returned, Dick almost looked worse than when he left.

"Dickie? Can you hear me?" Wally asked. Dick paused for a moment before nodding slowly. "Good. I'm gonna get you to the cave. You're gonna be okay."

He planted a kiss on his forehead before speeding off into the night.

//////

Hours later, Wally found himself sitting outside the med bay in the bat cave. This was always his least favorite part. Sitting still, and waiting. Not knowing if his boyfriend was okay. Not knowing if he would even make it.

Of course, he trusted Alfred and Leslie, but it was bad this time. Dick's body had started to decompensate when Wally had picked him up, and he hadn't been breathing when he got to the cave. He knew that no news was good news, but that didn't make the wait any easier.

"Master Wallace?" He heard Alfred say, startling him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah?" He asked eagerly.

"My apologies. I did not mean to startle you. Anyways, Master Dick is now stable, and is asking for you," Alfred said.

Wally's body visibly sagged with relief. Dick was alive. Alive, and awake enough to ask for him. He wasted no time in following Alfred.

When he saw Dick, he could've cried. His big blue eyes were open, focused, and looking right at him. Although he had a mask on, he was, in fact, breathing.

Wally rushed over to him, kissing him deeply before Dick could even react.

"I'm glad you're not dead," Wally said, crying silently, yet laughing with relief.

"Hm. Me too," Dick said tiredly.

"I told you you'd be okay. Hey, he's gonna be okay, right?" He Wally asked Alfred.

"Indeed," Alfred answered. "It was a close shave, but as soon as we got him blood, he perked right up."

"Good. That's good," he said before burying his face in Dick's shoulder.

"I'm gonna be okay Wally..." Dick said, reassuringly. Wally still wasn't sure he believed it.

"You'd better be."

He held Dick tightly, and this time, Dick squeezed him back.

[starwarsmum]

Day 3 of Arrow April 🎉 You Give Love a Bad Name

Part 1 Part 2

@maribat-calendar-events

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64338052/chapters/165340780

As the light flooded the room, Roy twisted to face whatever new threat had appeared. And groaned in frustration as he recognised the stupid red helmet Jason always wore. 

“Time to go, Romeo,” he said, stepping around the desk and pulling the USB out of the laptop. Marinette had jumped off of the table and she was eyeing Red Hood suspiciously, her hands open by her sides. “Starfire's got the car ready and we'd better go before they realise you got back here.” 

Jason didn't wait, exiting the room as quickly as he had entered, leaving the door open and light flooding in. Realising Jason was right, they really should get out of there, Roy grabbed Marinette's hand and dragged her along. She was tense and as soon as they were clear of the building, hidden in an alleyway, she ripped her hand out of his. 

He stopped short, taking in her tight jaw and hands balled into fists. He cursed Jason for bursting into the room instead of getting his attention via comms. He could've played it off as not wanting to get carried away where they might get caught if he'd had the time to do it himself but now…now she looked angry. 

“You were there to steal something,” she said, her voice flat. He hesitated for only a second before nodding with a shrug. “Merde, how do I keep getting into these situations? My luck this evening hasn't just been poor: it's been cataclysmic. If the police ask me questions, I won't lie to them so you'd better get a headstart.” 

“Look, Marinette-” 

“No, I will not look,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “You tricked me into playing a part in your stupid little game, bravo. But I'm not actually an idiot so kindly get lost and leave me alone.”

“This is the middle of the worst part of Gotham, at least let me see you home-”

“Did you not hear me tell you that I'm not stupid? Let you see where I live? I may have been drunk enough to think-” she broke off, and he saw her eyes were shining before she looked away. “Whatever. No, I won't let you see me home. Now fuck off so I can pretend tonight never happened.” 

Roy definitely wanted to say more but the car roared to the end of the alleyway and Jason grabbed him and hauled him in. He protested immediately, trying to get back out to make sure nothing bad happened to her but Jason held him firm.

“Christ, you can't just leave her there-”

“We're not, alright? I already called in Dickhead to make sure she gets back safe and he said he'd sort it. But we can't stick around so it doesn't matter if you think she's hot. I'll get Dickie to give her your number or something, alright?” 

_ _ _

Marinette watched as Red Hood dragged Roy away. Her shoulders slumped once he was gone, her arms coming up to cradle herself. She missed Adrien. He would have had her back, would have been there through it all. Probably would have told her what a bad idea making out with some rando was, especially in Gotham. 

She started to trudge towards the street, not wanting to be stuck in an alleyway if some asshole did want a piece of her. This street was quiet, no police cars in sight as of yet, maybe not even on their way. She'd heard that GCPD tended to leave the different gangs to work out their own differences, mostly. Either way someone ended up dealt with, and they could focus on the crimes that they could handle. 

“Miss?” 

Marinette flinched and lashed out when someone landed behind her. Her foot met an armoured plate and a surprised vigilante looked down at her when it did. He even took a step back, though she wasn't sure if that was surprise, pity, or she'd actually managed to move him. Looking at the size of him, probably not the last one. 

“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Do you need help?” He asked. She appreciated that he hadn't come back towards her given how her evening had gone. 

“Oh, no, I'm fine,” she said, shaking her head. She plastered a smile on her face, hoping it would reassure him and make him leave her to it. Judging by the frown he sported, it didn't work. 

“Are you here with someone, or waiting for them? It's a bad time of night to be out by yourself,” he said, glancing around as though someone would magically appear. 

“You have someone out here with you?” She shot back, eyes narrowing. 

“Always,” he said with a grin, tapping his ear. “I don't leave the cave without backup, don't you worry. Unless you were offering to keep me company…”

“No, I think I've made enough questionable choices tonight, thanks,” she snorted, burying the flash of anger that surfaced at the thought of how ridiculously she'd behaved. “I'm just going to go home and forget this ever happened.” 

“And is there someone who can come and collect you? Gotham really isn't a place for a hot young woman to be walking alone at night. The day's a little safer, I guess.” 

“Oh, for the love of- fine, I shall wake my insomniac friend - who promised me this would be his first full night of sleep in a week - because you're paranoid,” she grumbled, pulling her phone out. It was the work of a few seconds before the phone rang.

“Mari? You okay?” Tim said, his voice sounding suspiciously alert. 

“Tim, why does it sound like you weren't asleep just now?” 

“...because you called?” He tried, voice faux-chipper. When she growled into the phone, he sighed. “Look, something important came up and I couldn't just-” 

“This is ridiculous! You promised you were going to get some sleep, sleep is important and-”

“I can't believe you're lecturing me about sleep,” Tim retorted. “I can't tell if I'm impressed or outraged at the hypocrisy of that statement.” 

“Shut up, I'm older than you! You're still young and need-”

“Whatever, I assume you didn't call to trick me into admitting I was awake, so what's up?” 

“Fine, but I'm telling Tam tomorrow. I need you to tell this overbearing asshole that I can walk home alone. Wears black and blue, scares the living daylights out of women who are already having a bad night.” 

“...put him on.”

“He wants to talk to you,” Marinette said with a sunny smile, holding out her phone for him. She watched as the vigilante's frown grew as Tim said whatever he did. 

“Uh, he said I'm allowed to walk you to the fashion district,” he said a couple of minutes later, handing the phone back. Marinette bit back a groan as she put the phone to her ear. 

“Why do I need a babysitter?” 

“Because it seemed a better idea than telling him about your other work,” Tim hissed, the sound hardly audible through the phone's tinny speaker. “Now get going, you really shouldn't be out and about this late at night.” 

Part 4

[002yb]

Okay, but Honeypot mission, anyone? Just Dick being incredibly jealous because wtf Tim you said he wasn't gonna touch Jason- OH HES TOUCHING HIM!!!! HES TOUCHING HIM!!!! OOOOOHHHH IMMA KILL HIM- and just Dick almost ruining a month long stealth mission because he's a possessive little shit that loves to see Jason in his little shorts and mesh tights and v crop top showing off his beautiful toddies and squeezable thighs but man does he hate knowing people are looking and just fuck he hates Honeypot missions!!! WHY THE FUCK DID HE HAVE TO BE THIS CRIME LORDS TYPE FOR GODS SAKE TIM DO SOMETHING BEFORE I SAW THIS MANS HANDS OFF HIS BODY-

As it stands: Tim is a fool. Hubris has become his undoing and all that's left to be done is reap what he's sown. Tim should have known from the moment he caught Dick ogling Jason that Dick was too compromised to contribute anything of value to this particular mission, but Tim - genius detective protege extraordinaire - took Dick's lingering stares at Jason to mean that the foundation Jason and he laid was successful; that Jason was indeed a honey trap.

Which Jason is. Undoubtedly.

Jason caught the wrong guy though.

And Tim - competent mind that he is - doesn't realize until the damage is done. Dick invites himself along to act as support and Tim, dazzled by Dick's interest in this case Tim has been working for months and emboldened at the security of having more hands on deck for such an ambitious undertaking, is eager to accept.

It's shameful how he thanked Dick, in hindsight, given how damn troublesome Dick makes himself now. They're cooped up in the back of a nondescript van not too far from where Jason is schmoozing some crime lords. Watching a monochromatic green video feed and listening to audio - waiting for evidence to further the case or incriminate their targets; monitoring Jason's status, his safety and need for extraction. It's delicate work requiring Tim's full attention--

--and it goes ignored because Dick is being relentlessly annoying about it. They've been here an hour and Dick has been restless since Jason snuck away from their van to saunter into some seedy dive of a club with it's even more suspicious clientele. An hour and Dick's composure crumbles, his possessive tendencies taking hold because, 'Why are they all over him? Can they not back the fuck off? For fuck's sake, where are they -- Tim!'

It doesn't matter how Tim assures Dick that Jason is fine (and he is; Jason has a safe word and Dick is the only one calling it), but Dick refuses to hear reason.

Tim has half his attention on Jason, the other on unsuccessfully grappling with Dick to sit the fuck down as Dick, unprovoked, strips out of his Nightwing gear and into some makeshift fit to blend into the club. Were Tim's mission not at stake, he would be impressed with the beautiful shift from put together hero to handsomely tousled Dickie Grayson, but as it stands? Tim hisses under his breath for Dick to sit down, he'll blow their cover!

And Tim tries, he does, but Dick is a slippery bastard so in the throes of their brotherly roughhousing, Dick gets away from him, tumbling out of the van before popping back up like nothing happened, parting with a vicious and biting smile before slamming the doors shut as he goes to fuck some shit up.

It's all Tim can do to bite back a groan of defeat, head in his hands as he admits defeat and goes to Jason and his emergency comms with a fair warning: 'Big bird at your six.'

Tim is a fool, but at the very least he's not dumb in love like Dick. It's a small comfort, if nothing else.

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Afterwards: Basically Dick pulls out all the stops to woe these crime lords himself and that's how both Jason and Dick end up dragged into whatever illicit affair the crime lords are up to and it becomes a joint effort and it's lovely. //u///

Jason is pissed, of course. Because for real, Dick? But Dick will accept the ire (or not even recognize it) without a fight because he's too busy shrugging off his jacket to throw over Jason's shoulders to get him modest and Jason is OTL because fuuuuuuuuck the chivalry gets his heart pounding even if he's pissed that Dick intervened (Jason only lets it slide because he knows it wasn't about Dick questioning Jason's competency; it was purely Dick being a jealous ass).

[violent138]

Jason, over comms: "Hey Dickie I need some help."

Dick, alarmed: *knocking out the guy he's fighting* "Anything, what's up? Are you okay?"

Jason: "I need help with making a resume."

Dick:

Jason: "And don't worry about it, I already faked the police check. Oh and I need a couple references, you cool with a few fake identities?"

Dick: "Before I do any of this,"

Jason: "Shoot."

Dick: "For what possible job?"

Jason: "Don't worry about it."

Dick: "Don't worry--" *slightly hysterical laugh* "--you're aware what your last place of employment was?"

Jason: "Yeah, we should get our stories straight, I put it down as self-employed."

[krilati]

Is it worth it?

Dick hurried back to the cave where Damian and Tim were now.

Tim had stayed away from the estate since his triumphant return with the news that Bruce was alive.

But no matter how hard he tried to keep his distance, Dick couldn't help but notice the painful thinness, the extra layers of foundation that most likely hid new scars, and the fear of touch.

And finally, Dick was able to organize a joint patrol, and even united Damian and Tim together! And they barely resisted! Only to learn through the Oracle that Damian was trying to kill Tim again. Through the comm, he ordered them both to return to the cave and hurried to do the same.

Apparently his brothers decided to continue their argument in the Cave, although they took out their comms, probably hoping that he wouldn't hear anything and wouldn't be able to yell at them through the communication devices. He immediately asked Babs to turn on the audio feed from the scene for him.

- Stop lying that you don't understand! - Oh, Damian is furious, good thing he removed all the knives from easily accessible hidden places.

- I saw your hit list! Everyone you considered a threat! You have plans for confronting everyone! And I'm on that list! And Jason and even Father!

Oh, shit, he forgot to tell Baby Bat that this is standard practice. Shit.

- It's not my fault that Dickie tried so hard to paint your world pink and sprinkle everything with glitter that he didn't familiarize you with the standard procedures! - Tim..

- Don't you dare slander Grayson, you dirty liar! If everything was as you say, then there wouldn't be several names missing from your list!

- Everyone was there...

- Have the honor of stopping me in the face of the truth! I've exposed your vile lies! Your list is missing Grayson, at the very least!

- Because if Dick, in his right mind and memory, without being under anyone's control, goes to the dark side, then something is really wrong with the World!

Oh, Tim...

Dick couldn't even imagine that after everything that happened, his little brother still thought so highly of him.

-Screw it, I'm going home, you can tell Dick whatever you want. Dick picked up speed, he had to catch his brother in time.

-Grayson told us to wait. - Dick didn't think he'd ever heard Damian so confused.

-Dick is not my Batman.

No, but as a brother, I've made a lot of mistakes.

------------------------------------------------------- That night, Dick lay in the middle of the bed, he hadn't managed to intercept Tim, and he couldn't stop thinking: "if Dick, ..., goes to the dark side, then something is really wrong with the World!".

Were his brothers really so ready to blindly follow him? Even after all the failures? Being an avenger is an extremely dangerous job, and he argued a lot with B about not allowing children in the field at all. They couldn't help but hear their arguments. So why didn't they stop? Was it possible that the fact that he continues to support this system, even though he disagrees with many points, keeps them in this trap?

No, he shouldn't think so, with all their shortcomings, they have already saved this World many times. He can't be selfish.

"if Dick, ..., goes to the dark side, then something is really wrong with the World!"

Did other young heroes look up to him for approval? "You're Mr. Nightwing, right? I'm such a big fan!" "Were you the first Robin? When I found out you started out as a kid, I knew I could bring something bright to this world too!"

Dick lay there and remembered how many of those kids had been let down by adults. How the older kids had looked down on them, even despised them, how young, innocent souls had died because of it. How he had buried his brother himself. How they had all buried their friends.

Should he really support this obviously broken system?

No, he shouldn't think that, it's just fatigue, he's clearly overwhelmed by the role of Batman, Nightwing, and older brother. When B comes back, everything will be different, everything will be better.

"if Dick, ..., goes to the dark side, then something is really wrong with the World!"

[puckpocketed]

the bulldogs comm just said he’s predicting a sam dickinson norris in the future. he’s just like me fr

He's just like us fr... Dickie stonks UP.......

[jellyfitzjelly]

TRICKO OR TREATO

I'm currently working on an old Sladick WIP featuring Timbo, enjoy!

So now he was browsing the cameras dotting the Blud, hoping to catch Dickie in action. One on a roof gave him an unpleasant surprise: Deathstroke. He was clearly here for a contract, seeing the sniper he was busy installing. Tim was trying to reach for his communicator on his bedside table when Nightwing appeared on screen. Shit! Dick couldn't take on him alone! He knew the fucking protocol! Tim made his communicator fall in his panic. He threw a frantic look at his computer and saw them engaged in a fight. Shit shit shit! He had to reach his comm before Dick… wait. Tim straightened up, paying attention to the scene captured by the camera. There was something off. He had studied a lot of their fights over the years. It wasn't as violent as it should be. Tim knew how Dick fought. He had obsessed enough over him as a kid to know that the young man wasn't looking to neutralize Deathstroke. That disturbed him deeply. This guy had to be in town to kill someone, so why wasn't Dick trying to take him down? It didn't add up. He was speaking to him, smiling at him. This wasn't right.

[cupsofstardust]

dickie grayson is my new chew toy I'm obsessed with him I play gotham knights with my sister and we pretend everything I say out loud to her is what dick is saying on comms to the belfry and we have a running joke that nobody else ever goes on patrol and dick is getting so sick of being the only one who goes on patrol but no one else gives a fuck. we also think that he always has comms on but everyone else has them on push to talk so they're just constantly getting dick's stream of consciousness while he's on the job

[redbirdandbluebird23]

Regret

Title from the song by New Order

Masterlist

“I need you to promise me something.”

“What?”

“If I die before you, don’t let them try and bring me back. Make sure I’m cremated, even if you have to steal my body and do it yourself.”

“Jay-”

“No, Dickie. I can’t- I don’t want to come back again. Please.”

“Okay. I promise. On one condition.”

“What is it?”

“You do the same for me if I die first this time.”

“Deal.”

***

Jason’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking as he walked into the cave. He’d heard on the news; not one of them had even bothered to call him even though they all at least had his comm frequency, if not his mobile number. 

With the exception of Duke, Steph and Alfred, the entire family were standing around the planning table in the cave. As Jason approached he caught several buzzwords that made his blood boil; Lazurus pit, Darkseid, Apokolips . 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” They all turned around at the sound of his voice and Tim at least had the common sense to look uncomfortable. “I know damn well he put it in writing that he didn’t want to be brought back, so I damn well hope this conversation isn’t about him, especially because he was Dick Grayson when it happened and not Nightwing!”

Maybe shouting wasn’t the way to go, but Jason had barely had time to process the information and he refused to break down in the cave, which meant it was easier to bury his feelings under his anger until he was alone again. And as far as he was aware, none of the others knew about that fact he and Dick had been seeing each other for months. Hell, they’d even roped Roy in to keep Babs’ tech at bay because neither of them wanted Bruce butting into their personal lives. 

“Nightwing is a pillar of the superhero community and the work he does to help people supersedes his wishes.” Bruce said, almost robotically. 

Jason scoffed. “That’s bullshit. If any of you gave a shit about him you’d do what he wanted.”

“Richard is more important than mere wants.” Damian said sharply. 

“Nightwing has not updated his will for four years, therefore we are working on the assumption that he changed his mind and the original amendment was made in the aftermath of speaking to you, on a whim.” Bruce said, turning back to the table. Babs and Tim had yet to actually look at Jason. 

“On a whim…” Jason muttered thinking back to that conversation they’d had on the roof and how often he’d asked Dick if their deal was still standing in the following years. “You know I thought he was different. I thought he was the one you’d actually be able to put your crusade aside for. But you literally only care about what he can do to further it, don’t you?”

“If you have nothing productive to add to this conversation, Hood, you are no longer welcome.” Bruce said. 

Jason laughed, if only to try and stop himself from crying. “I hope every single one of you will regret this for the rest of your life.”

He turned and walked back up the stairs before any of them could reply.

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