#he was wearing a nightwing t shirt

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Shout out to the comic book shop employee who spent 52 minutes searching the entire store for a copy of Batman Vol 3: Ghost Stories after I shyly asked if they knew which issue was Ghost Maker/Minkhoa Khan's first appearance and then kept searching even when I kept telling them it was okay, they didn't need to lose their mind finding it for me 😭😭

Y'all they literally pulled out a ladder at one point and crawled on top of a giant bookshelf to pull down some bins full of comics. And then he showed me a secret hidden trapdoor/ceiling ladder to the second floor of the building that he uses as a "shortcut" when he doesn't feel like using the stairs, ajdoflkfofnfjfllggk

I don't think I've ever seen someone as happy as this man was when he finally found the volume for me. The utter glee and victory on this man's face as he slid down that ceiling ladder and then ran to me with the goofiest smile on his face before he presented the volume to me with an excited: "Is this it!? This is the one you're looking for, right!!?"

Y'all I was just curious, but I had to fucking buy it. You would have thought this man had found the holy grail the way he was acting. The man was riding the highest of highs and I just couldn't not buy it at that point. And then he threw in a free issue of Batman: White Knight Presents: Red Hood because he somehow remembered me offhandedly mentioning that I hadn't read it yet, I fucking can't 😭🫠

Anyway, support your local comic books/game shops. 'Cause you sure as fuck aren't going to find anyone this remotely dedicated and passionate about their job at a Barnes and Noble

[heroesriseandfall]

Really hard to take angsty future Ollie seriously when he’s just wearing a Black Canary hoodie under there:

Green Arrow (2023) #4

Ooooh you’ve got a sharp arrow and scars and a white beard and knuckle duster gloves. And you’ve got a fanboy hoodie for Dinah’s old band.

[incorrectbatfam]

Soo you know how wfa dick wears a sorta jacket over his t shirt. Right?

What if it's not a t shirt? What if it's a crop top and dick wears the jacket/shirt over it so Bruce doesn't find out. And then hell get grounded even though he's a fully grown adult.

All of Dick's crop tops are just regular shirts that shrank in the wash. He still hasn't learned. Not even with his Nightwing suit

[igotanidea]

Make a wish: Dick Grayson x fem!reader

Requested as a part of my celebration: Dick Grayson + midnight

Warnings: spoiler alert, there's some innuendo, but nothing explicit. And it's a bit short, given my standards (1.068 words)

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10 minutes to midnight.

She was lying in her bed, with eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. She could not sleep, but truly she did not want to. Instead of turning onto the other side and falling into the arms of Morpheus, dreaming sweet dreams she was tossing and turning in the dark. Thinking.

Waiting.

8 minutes to midnight

Dick was out on the street of Bludhaven, patrolling as usual. After a couple years of a relationship with a vigilante you kinda get used to that, but the worry and fear can never truly go away. And on nights like this she was way more tuned to all the sounds coming from the outside. Catching the potential victim’s screams for help or the sounds of crashing cars and accidents, all by default. Even the barking of a dog in the neighborhood was multiplied today, making it seem like it was a monster from hell rather than just a house animal.

With every other breath her heart was picking up the pace, creating crazy scenarios of what could happen.

Please, be safe. Please, be safe…..

5 minutes to midnight

Her mind was going crazy and she caught herself on counting the reflexes of the passing cars on the ceiling. Each of them drove by people, man or woman, civilians of crime lords. Some of them may need Dick’s help and protection tonight, but who was going to protect him.

2 minutes to midnight

She sighed deeply and get out from the warmth of bed, stepping onto the ironically adverse cold wooden floor, not bothering by searching for the slippers. Since she was wearing only Dick’s oversized T-shirt and some shorts the chill of the apartment made her shiver, but Y/N could not care less. There were more important things occupying her mind.

Engulfed in the reverie, the girl took a few steps towards he window, looking down into an empty street. So quiet, so peaceful and so omniscient at the same time.

Bludhaven was no Gotham, when she was born and raised, but it did not made it crime-free and she knew it well enough. After all, she was a lawyer dealing with some examples of it. The cruelty and ruthlessness of people was appalling and even though it should not, it always made her dwell on the unfairness and helplessness of the justice system. She was doing everything she possibly could so the perpetrators would get their punishment, but it did not always work out, and some of them found their way back onto the street, causing the same havoc and pain as before. Or worse.

And maybe the knowledge of the details of those atrocities was what made her worry about Dick twice as much.

1 minute to midnight

She closed her eyes and leaned forehead on the cold  glass-panelled balcony door, warm breath making it fog instantly, clouding the world outside and for a moment, when she lift the lids all she could see was her own reflection. Dilated pupils, pale face and the imprint of the pillow on her cheek. Y/N smiled lightly at the other her.

And then she opened the door and stepped into the air, still bare foot and poorly clothed.

30 seconds to midnight

5, 4, 3, 2,1 ….

“Happy birthday, Dick.” She muttered into the night, hoping those words would find him safe wherever he may have been at this moment. “I love you….”

“Well, aren’t you the sweetest, baby?” the voice was familiar but before her brain could catch up on the situation, the body acted out of instance and she almost tripped over her own legs. If it wasn’t for the strong arms wrapping around her and catching her, her romantic and nostalgic attitude would result in a forehead bump and possibly a twisted ankle.

“Di….I mean, Nightwing. What are you doing here?”

“Visiting my favorite girl.”

“Favorite, huh?” she raised an eyebrow at him “How many more are there?”

“Just a few here, but in Gotham….” He joked but she hit his chest making him stop “Auch! Is that how you treat the birthday boy?”

“No.” she shook her head and leaned forward to kiss him without any more inhibitions. His teasing could not deter her tonight.

“Mhm.” He groaned and smirked into the kiss “trying to convince me to leave the others?”

“Shut up” she muttered and yanked him closer by the shoulders feeling the muscle tension slowly let go as he reached around, embracing her and caressing the small of her back, getting dangerously close to her tushy, before she slapped his cheek lightly, out of pure instinct, quickly realizing her mistake.

“Auch!”

“Stop whining. It wasn’t even that hard.”

“Kiss to make it better?”

“You are one very needy birthday boy, aren’t you?” she muttered planting her lips on his face, but before she reached the destination he turned his head around so their mouths connected again.

“Hi, baby….” He smiled and leaned his forehead on hers “why are you up? And why are you outside? It’s cold, you’re gonna be sick” his arms around her tightened in an attempt to keep her warm.

“I was hoping you would swing by.” She muttered into his chest. “And I wanted to be the first one to give you your wishes.”

“I think my greatest wish is already in my arms.”

“Tease….”

“I’m serious, Y/N. You are my present. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby boy. But.. does this mean you don’t want the gift I got for you?” she pouted  “I bought it today.” She grabbed his hand and put it near the hem of the T-shirt, testing the waters, letting his fingers graze her soft, silky skin “it’s blue. You just need to make a wish and maybe, maybe it will come true. ” Y/N added, whispering in his ear.

“Baby…” he groaned “I need to go back on patrol….”

“Oh,…. I hope this won’t distract you…. Just imagining what is waiting for you here....in this oh, so cold and oh, so lonely, lonely night….”

“Oh, screw that!” he yelled, grabbing her sides and taking her straight into the apartment “it’s a quiet night either way. And it’s my birthday so I might as well take some time off.” The boy smiled predatory and threw his girl onto the bed.

Tonight he was going to have some different kind of workout.  

[clockwayswrites]

Dick collects the worst (affectionate) knock-off batmerch clothing he can find.

"I got punched by Batman and all I got was this lousy t-shirt."

"Backup Robin"

"Backup backup Robin"

“BATMAN” but it’s just a picture of a guy with a bat*

“BATMAN” but it’s just a picture of a bat with a smiley face emoji over it

“BATMAN” but it’s stolen furry art of a sexy batsona

“BATMAN” but it’s just the Count from Sesame Street

“I went to Gotham and didn’t even see Batman”

The Batsignal with “Here Batty Bat”

Sweatpants with “the butts match” over the butt*

Booty shorts with ‘bat’ on one cheek and ‘man’ on the other

“Winging it.” with Nightwing’s logo

Bruce hates them. Dick “has no shame” Grayson claims that it wold be insane for a vigilante to wear their own merch so it actually helps their alibi that he does. Most of the other kids are amused (several buy their own).

Then Jason shows up with a “Nightwing is a traitor” shirt from when Gotham was pissed at his move to Blüdhaven. Dick burns it. Joke’s on Dick, Jason has several versions of that shirt. Even Bruce wears one under a blazer one day.

It makes headlines.

(*these two are fully credited to @mokulule‘s genius)

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #13 Mirror

Imagine dis…

It is always Danny being sent to the DC dimension to be loved or it is because "Everything's the way it's supposed to be." As Clockwork quoted. But what if we reverse the roles

The Batfam was transported to the Phantom Universe.

…

It was a normal nightly patrol for the Bats namely Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin. Until it wasn’t, the very reason why Batman hated unknown meta in his territory things could go off the rail just by a wild factor.

They were rounding up the goons when they encountered from the body language, a new goon he was shaking and was very afraid at the fact that the entire Bat clan had just surrounded him just because he was the last person who had been hiding behind a dumpster.

Maybe it was because of fear when he suddenly threw his hand in their direction and then suddenly a bright light blinded momentarily the entire Bat Clan.

…

They didn’t expect to wake up in a middle of a forest in the middle of nowhere. They tried contacting Oracle but they could not even receive a signal which should have been a telling sign seeing that signals on their devices should have reached them in any part of the world to outer space.

Nor they didn’t expect a can rolling towards them and quickly releasing some green smoke, they could not even react quickly enough as they inhaled some of the smoke and immediately passed out with only the color ginger and black as the last things they saw before passing out.

…

Waking up disorientated as well as remembering the last thing that had just happened immediately sprung Batman awake, looking around he concluded that he is in some sort of a laboratory if any of those weird gadgets mounted on the wall mean anything. He felt that his cowl is still in place as well as his son’s sons in Jason’s case his helmet seeing that their identities were still not compromised.

Trying to move as well as futile, seeing that he has his hands, feet, legs, chest, and torso bound tightly in some metal. Looking sideways he could also see his other children tied alongside him, he also noticed a table has all of their weapons ranging from Jason’s guns, Nightwing’s batons, Red Robin’s bo staff as well Damian’s katana. Alongside his utility belt as well as countless amount of battarangs and other gadgets leaving them pretty defenses.

Slowly each of Batman’s sons woke up either groaning awake, each trying to remove the bindings that surround their entire body aside from their face. Suddenly they heard the door in front of them open up, the stranger looked at them with a hint of surprise that quickly disappeared seeing that they were awake, as he walked in, they are quite surprised at the large stature of the stranger. Wearing a black t-shirt as well black pants, black hair that is tied in a low ponytail with a goatee, blue eyes that is accompanied by light-dark eyebags below as well a light goatee.

Smirking at them as if he had them where he had wanted them while carrying a double-bladed beam sword that glows eerily Lazarus green.

…

Danny Fenton is living his life, his parents had accepted him as Phantom, and Dan is deemed behaved enough to join them in the living, Dani stayed with them as a part of the family seeing that his parents produced adoption papers seemingly out of nowhere the moment Danny explained Dani’s existence to them. Vlad turned into a new leaf now trying to spoil each child including Jasmine despite herself in college, forging documents for both Dan and Dani so that they have proper identity and identification in the living world. His former rouge gallery as well as the people of Amity has now a treaty as his rogues can now come and go through neither portal to the living world to fulfill their obsessions as long, they don’t commit collateral damage as well hypnotizing and harming the living.  Driving the GIW agents out of their town as well as removing the stupid law about the ghosts after seeing that Phantom had saved Earth from a giant meteor that according to scientists could wipe out the entire human civilization.

Becoming King of the Infinite Realms was something he didn’t plan, his parents marched towards the chambers of the Observants to tell them off and that they have to wait till Danny finishes his human life before starting to be a ghost, King.

Now Danny sports a pair of heavy eyebags under his eyes seeing that he is slowly fixing the Realms due to the damage as well the negligence of the Pariah Dark.  He feels that every time he completes a stack of paperwork ten more appeared in the never-ending stack of paperwork.

Moving to Vlad’s mansion to accommodate the large family as well to provide accompany to Vlad seeing that he needed some sort of human interaction as his cat doesn’t count enough interaction to be considered healthy, despite the Fenton couple's eccentric behavior but for a moment Danny saw the college versions of Maddie, Jack and Vlad where times were simple and they were happy and content.

It has been a few months since they moved in with Vlad their family dynamic is best describe as chaotic.

Dan teases Danny that he is a replacement because he replaced his old, original, and entire timeline to replace Danny’s which Danny just flipped him off. Dani being the gremlin child she is, sees that she had traveled the entire world as well as learned different fighting styles to either a. help Danny or b. put her entire family on edge seeing that sometimes she would throw a dagger towards one of them when she got annoyed. Jazz the ever-peaceful one tries to defuse and fight between the three but the moment she joins in the three immediately quiet down and stop her from committing a felony or two. Danny who became an insomniac just to keep up with the demand of paperwork, refuses to let the pile grow and greet him the moment he steps into his afterlife. Vlad became the targeted uncle and despite him turning into a new leaf he still has that fixation and obsession with Danny to turn him into his heir.

…

A few hours before the Bat-family appears in the Phantom verse

It was yet another daily day of fighting while the supposed adults are watching the three children fighting and wrestling on the ground with a bucket of popcorn at hand while the eldest daughter looks like she is done with whatever craziness her siblings put her in. The matriarch of the Fenton family put her foot down and dragged each of them for a short family trip, since the surrounding environment is just a lush’s grove of trees a quick walk around the forest could clear each other’s minds.

As they were walking at the trail that only the locals of Amity Park can decipher, Jazz kept looking at her brother’s hand, a large cup of pure black coffee that contains a past the legal amount of espresso shots that was mixed with red bull cannot be healthy whether it is human biology or ghost biology.

As Dan was about to tease Dani about her shortness when they suddenly saw a bright light in the direction of the deeper part of the forest. Quickly and quietly the two eldest hides amongst the foliage while the adults stayed back to protect the younger ones, much to the protests of the said kids.

Using Dan’s ability to stay intangible as well as his invisibility both saw the supposed source of the bright light or cause are unconscious, a man dressed in a bat fur suit, not that they were judging. Four more were dressed in some sort of spandex or costume seeing each of them have something different on.

As they slowly woke up Dan has already told Jazz that there was something weird and unnatural about the people in front of them. Jazz asked if his ghost sense is telling him something, Dan agreed that his sense is telling him something but the fact it wasn’t about ghosts made him on the edge, especially to the man who wore a bright red helmet.

Both of them are willing to ignore and even help the strangers but the moment they set off Dan’s senses, now they can’t let them go. Throwing a can packed with sleeping gas can knock both humans and ghosts effectively. After releasing the said gas both Jazz and Dan slowly crept up to make sure that their unexpected guests are fully unconscious before telling the rest of them what they have just discovered.

Stripping down their weapons as well as locking them up using the metal that is powered by ectoplasm making it hard for both humans and ghosts alike to escape.

Danny began researching the guests they have while the rest tried to watch over them as the Fenton couple as well Vlad arm themselves including the house in case they would try to escape as well to harm them.

…

Dan came through the doors when he saw the furry brigade now wide awake, now it is quite surprising seeing that they were supposed to be knocked out by a few more hours but shrugging off seeing that people tend to have immunity to certain drugs if administered frequently.

As Dan is sitting in a corner watching the chattering between their prisoners, he can’t help but notice a faint feeling of recognition in each of them. Especially on the man who wore a leather jacket as well the big red helmet.

Dani suddenly entered the premise making Dan release a high eyebrow at her as of telling Dani why on earth she was there. Dani didn’t acknowledge Dan’s invisible question and began skipping to the bound guests and began threatening the largest one (Batman) that if he ever dares to move with the intent to harm, she will not hesitate to swing the Fenton creep stick at him. Of course, that set off a reaction from the youngest one (Damian) which resulted in Maddie sticking her head in and beginning to bite back a threat on Do not talk to my daughter that way, the dominos effect as each member from both sides butted in to defend and verbally fight whoever threatened their loved one. Now each Fenton member has a Bat clan member that they were focused on as they try to outwit the other.

Danny enters the scene with a fresh new cup of coffee in his hand watching the scene with an amused huff and letting out one of the Fenton alarms that created the loudest and most annoying sound there is. Now each individual quieted down and looked at Danny questioningly, Danny mentioned that he wasn’t paid enough to meditate a verbal match between the two and told Dan that he can release them and turned his head to the bounded Bats and told them to cooperate.

Red Hood didn’t like the new guy's attitude and barked out why they would need to cooperate with the people that held them.

Danny blinked slowly and as it, he just come to a realization and told them what he just found out to his audience.

The bound Bats came to their dimension that contains a far different version of their alternatives selves. Danny is willing to get a DNA test between the two sides but he is pretty sure that the one who wore the red cowl on his head between Red Hood and Robin is his alternative self. He also said that each should take a closer look at each other to find which self is their alternative self.

Batman looked intently at Jack and saw that Jack may be broader than him but didn’t deter the fact that he looked almost like him without his cowl. Nightwing asked why on earth his alternate self is a woman which Jazz took offense and Red Hood snarked that maybe it is the world’s way to play his karma seeing that Dick kept dating redheads. Red Robin looked longingly at the coffee at his alternate’s other self and nodded at his lifestyle of having coffee as the only thing that makes him live. Damian is still skeptical at the supposed newcomer’s answer but one look at his supposed other self is sufficient enough to be his alternate self.

As they were releasing the Bats Vlad came through the door and asked Dan if he wanted some lemon juice while he guards.

Now take note they are still wary of their supposed alternate selves but when they saw Ra, they think a version of him, wearing a pink apron that says “Hey BOO” that has a mini-ghosts designs all over the apron. Never in their entire life they will see Ra wear something so mundane and act warm and homey to their alternate selves.

….

Now it seems each Fenton forgot to tell them the reason why they not only have mountains of weapons in arms but also the fact that they have an abundance of ectoplasm that resembles Lazarus' water.

Cue Misunderstandings and Shenanigans

…

 PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so don’t forget to tag me though.

[that1emowitch]

Suit Shopping pt. 2

Part 2 of this

A/N: Kinda to the short side but still

Words: 1277

TW: None, I think. It's all pretty fluffy. Lmk if I missed smth

The tension crackles in the air as the Batfamily stands awkwardly before Dick in the grand foyer of Wayne Manor. Two days since their mall adventure, the moment of truth arrives. Cass and Duke hold a large garment bag proudly between them, while Steph, Jason, Tim, and Damian each clutch separate bags, their faces etched with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

Dick, in a simple t-shirt and jeans, stands in the center, a hesitant smile plastered on his face. "Alright, alright," he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. "Let's see what you amazing people have come up with for my wedding suit."

Steph, ever the impulsive one, can't contain her excitement. "We'll go first!" she declares, darting forward before anyone else can react. With a dramatic flourish, she yanks the garment bag open, revealing a suit that can only be described as... exuberant. A vibrant purple screams royalty in the wrong carnival. Sequins shimmer across the fabric, catching the light like a disco ball in a bad dream. Tiny, glittery bat wings sprout from the shoulders, adding an extra layer of questionable taste.

Dick coughs, trying to hide a wince. "Uh, Steph... it's certainly... unique."

"Wait—" Jason jumps away from the suit. "That's not the suit we bought!"

Steph's smile falters slightly, but she recovers quickly. "Exactly! Now Dick will be the most dazzling groom Gotham has ever seen!"

"But— What'd you do to our suit?!" Jason scoffs, betrayal clear in his eyes. "Blondie, you are expelled from Dead Robins Club."

Tim, unable to hold back a snort, steps forward. He unzips his bag with a flourish, revealing a sleek, black suit. Red accents run down the sides, and a subtle bat symbol is embroidered on the chest. It's a classic, cool design, a clear nod to Dick's Nightwing persona.

"This is more your style, right?" Tim asks, raising an eyebrow.

Dick nods, a genuine smile breaking out this time. "Definitely a contender."

Damian, ever practical, approaches next. He reveals a simple, tailored blue suit. It's elegant and well-made, the kind Bruce might wear on a more formal business occasion. "This is a timeless classic," Damian states, his voice devoid of his usual sarcasm. "It would be appropriate for any setting."

Jason, ever the drama king, scoffs. "Please, Demon brat. Dickwing deserves something more... modern. Wait one sec while I find what Blondie here has done to the suit he picked." He runs upstairs quickly, then comes back with a bag, showcasing a suit that looks like it belongs on the set of a futuristic space opera. It's a Nightwing blue, with metallic silver accents that seem to glow in the dim light.

Dick whistles. "Wow, Little Wing. Record time for that run."

Damian humphs. "But mine is more practical. Durable enough for any rogue attack, yet stylish enough to turn heads."

Last but not least, Duke and Cass step forward, holding their mysterious bag together. "We designed a suit based on your Nightwing colors," Duke explains. He carefully unzips the bag, and Cass pulls out a suit that leaves Dick speechless.

It's a masterpiece. Made from a midnight blue fabric that shimmers with a subtle sheen, the suit incorporates sleek black accents that run along the sides and down the arms. Designs of a starry night, intricate and beautiful, run across the entire fabric. But the true genius is in the details - a subtle hidden compartment on the arm for Dick's communicators, a flexible construction that allows for ease of movement, and a subtle lining that feels light and cool against the skin.

Dick stares at the suit, a wave of emotion washing over him. It's perfect. More than just a suit, it's a symbol of his journey, a blend of his past and future.

"Wow," Dick finally breathes. "This... this is incredible. Thank you, guys." He looks at each of his siblings, his heart full of gratitude. "Every single one of you came up with something amazing. I honestly can't choose."

Then his eyes light up. "I know! I'll call Wally! Everyone get out of the room, him and I will choose, then I'll announce which suit I'm picking."

A collective groan rises from the bats.  

"Seriously, Dick?" Tim grumbles, already turning towards the exit. "You're letting your fiance be the tiebreaker?”

"Hey!" A voice called from the doorway before they can escape. Wally West, the Flash, in standing there, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "I got your text. What's the big decision?"

Dick sheepishly explains the situation, gesturing to the remaining garment bags. Wally whistled, his grin widening.  

"Alright, alright," Wally says, holding up his hands. "Let's see what we're working with."  He darts around the room, examining each suit with the practiced eye of a seasoned shopper – or maybe a seasoned costume designer, considering his own flashy getup. 

Steph puffs out her chest as he reaches her mangled creation. "So, what do you think? Pretty dazzling, right?"

Wally's eyes widen comically. "Uh, Steph, that's… Not gonna lie, certainly a statement piece. Take this from the guy people say used to be dressed like mustard." 

He moves on, offering polite praise for Tim’s practical design, a raised eyebrow at Damian’s classic choice, and a snort at Jason’s space opera-inspired suit.  Finally, he reaches Duke and Cass' masterpiece. 

He falls silent for a moment, examining the suit with a thoughtful frown.  Then, a slow smile spreads across his face.  

"Wow, this is incredible," He breathes, tracing the intricate starry night design. "It's perfect, Dick. It's you, it's Nightwing, it's everything. You’re gonna look so hot."

Dick grins, a blush washing over him.   "You really think so?"

Wally winks. "Absolutely.  Besides, can you imagine Bruce's face if you showed up in a sparkly purple suit with bat wings?"

The room erupts in laughter, the tension dissolving almost completely.  Dick claps his hands, gathering everyone's attention.

"Alright, alright," He announces. "Looks like we have a winner. Thanks to everyone for putting so much thought into this. It means a lot."

He gestures towards Duke and Cass.  "And for the two of you… seriously, amazing work.  This suit is incredible."

Cass gives a small, satisfied nod, while Duke beams.  The rest of the Batfamily offers their congratulations, the competitive spirit replaced by genuine camaraderie, though a few glares are exchanged.  

"So," Wally says, slinging an arm around Dick's shoulder and pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek. "Ready to pick out a wedding band that's just as awesome?”

Dick chuckles.  "Maybe we can skip the family vote on that one."

.

.

. 

As soon as Dick and Wally speed out of the room, Jason, Steph, Tim, and Damian turn to Duke and Cass, glaring.

The pair in question only wear a smug grin. Cass holds out her palm, and Duke teases, “Pay your debt, losers.”

Grumbling, Jason presses a fifty-dollar bill into Cass’s hand, glaring daggers at the two. “I used to like you two. No more pancakes for you, and no showing up uninvited at my apartment. Got that?”

Duke’s grin only falters slightly— no pancakes?— but Cass steps on Jason’s foot before he storms off with an “OW!”  to make it even.

Tim pays his loser’s fee with only a slight frown, probably too sleep-deprived to care. Steph tries to give Cass a kiss instead of money, but Cass is too headstrong to fall for that. 

Damian huffs and promised Duke he’d get revenge, in the most haughty and powerful voice a pre-teen could possibly muster. Duke tries so hard not to laugh, but fails, leaving the baby demon to stomp out of the room.

This competition was perfect. Duke knew they’d win.

[iheartchv]

Hiiiiii 💙💙💙 I love your COD match ups and I was wondering if I could have one too??

I’m 5’1”/155cm, very curvy but also surprisingly strong for a woman. Natural blonde with blue eyes but my hair is a different color like every few months (it’s blue right now! 🤭). I pretty much only wear makeup when I go out; the rest of the time it’s only mascara and brows. I like to wear superhero or witchy t shirts, leggings or jeans and combat boots, or in the winter I love my silly cozy sweaters.

I’m an INFJ, Ennegram Type 9. I am very definitely an introvert that prefers to spend time alone at home or in the woods with my dogs. I devour books, mostly fantasy/romance/mystery, I love playing cozy games or adventure games, and I write like a fiend. I’m a practicing witch.

I take a long time to bond and trust people, but when I am close with people I’m very hyper, affectionate, bubbly, sweet and loving. I still do best one on one or in very small groups. I’m AuDHD with high anxiety so I definitely feel way more comfortable with people who either are similar or understand how to help me through meltdowns.

I’m a professional dog trainer and have several Border collies who I spend most of my time and energy on; they are my heart and soul. We do EVERYTHING together 💙 my favorite part of my day is being outside with them.

My hyperfixations currently are Nightwing & Red Hood, COD, dogs and witchy things 🥰

Thank you so much in advance, you are such a cool person and I love your writing!!

🤔 I'll pair you with...

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish 🧼

I think Soap would be your match

Total opposites yet can't stand to be apart for long periods of time

//I'm running out of scenarios, bear with me >3>

You're out shopping in town

Ofc your fur babies have to go with you

They were pretty well behaved and everyone loved seeing your dogs

"You've got some loyal body guards" they'd say

Some of the older ladies gossip about you needing to find yourself a man

But you thought you had all you needed: just you and your dogs

Little did you know that running into Soap would lead you down a path you never thought you'd take

Soap was sitting on a bench, watching people pass by, just sitting alone with his thoughts

You passed by and a piece of paper fell out of your back pocket

He saw the paper and figured it was yours

Could've been important

"Hey, miss"

You turned around to see if there was someone talking to you

"Yes?"

"You dropped this"

You were met with the most beautiful blue eyes you've seen

"Oh, uhm, thanks. It was just my grocery list"

A small smile crossed yoir lips

"Oh... do you want it anyway? I can throw it away for you, if you want. I just thought maybe there was something important on it"

"Sure, that'd be fine if you threw it away"

"Yes, ma'am"

He crumbled the paper in his hand and threw it in a nearby trash bin

Soap noticed you had your hands full, your dog's leashes and bags of groceries in hand

"You've got a handful. I could help you with that"

You didn't want to feel like a burden to this stranger, who made your heart feel strangely warm and fuzzy

"Are you sure, you don't mind?"

"Nah, not fir a beautiful lady like yourself"

You felt your heart start to pound

Your cheeks started to turn pink at his flirty compliment

"Okay"

He took the bags from your arms and then smiled at you

"Lead the way, I'll follow"

As you both walked to your house Soap and you introduced yourselves

He commented on your dogs, how they seemed so well trained

When you told him you were a trained dog trainer he smirked

"Ah, that's why"

He liked dogs

He was a dog person

When you made it to your front step, you opened the door to let your dogs inside, and then turned to collect your bags from Soap

He handed them to you

"You got them?" He asked, making sure you could close your dog with your arms full

"Yeah, I got them. Thanks"

"You're welcome."

A ring coming from his cell phone signaled him to go

"I've gotta go. Will I see you around?"

"Yeah, most likely"

"Alright. You take care of yourself."

You gave a nod with a soft smile

"You too."

🤍

You two became friends, close friends

So close, anyone would've thought you both were a couple

Soap would joke and tease saying they were, which made you blush and get flustered

He would only laugh and reply "I'm just joshin' with ya"

Any time he had, Soap would drop by to visit you

(Before meeting you again, he went back to the trash bin and got the crumbled piece of paper before going home that afternoon... to keep it because it had your handwriting on it)

Months went by, and everytime you went into town your eyes scanned the stores, streets, and faces of people to find Soap

Yeah, he told you he was in the military

You kinda figured he was most likely to be far away somewhere in some country or countries

You just hoped that he make it back safe

In the short amount of time, you had come to enjoy being around him

Plus your collies loved him

And he loved them, as well, as if they were his own

It warmed your heart to see him playing with your dogs outside, petting them, giving them scratches

Right now, you felt your heart tighten and your eyes water a bit

You missed him so much

You hoped every day and night that Soap would be always protected and return

One day, you saw him and you never felt more happy to see anyone

Your dogs reflected your happiness, their tails wagging

"Johnny!"

He saw you running to him, your dogs running faster then you and leading you, it seemed like

He let out a 'oof!' and a soft chuckle as you wrapped your arms around him in a hug

He hugged you back, loving the feel of you in his arms

His heart felt so warm and fuzzy holding you like this

"I'm glad you're safe and sound"

"Me, too, bonnie. Me, too...."

❤

After a while, Soap asked you out on a date

It went pretty well

He stole a kiss from you

He thought you looked cute blushing and flustered

After many more dates, he wanted to be official with you

"I want you to be my girlfriend... I understand if you say no, but... I just want you to know that I love you, I care about you. I want you, you're all I want, sweetheart"

You accept after thinking your feelings over and through

You've made him the happiest man on earth right now

Soap will do whatever it takes to make you happy, as happy as you've made him

[ladytauria]

cheering up big brother

Pairing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Rating: E Words: 8.7k

Dick has girlfriends, but he still fucks around with Jason. It’s the kind of scumbag thing that Jason knows Robin—or Nightwing, or Batman—would put a stop to… but he lets it happen anyway. Because it’s Dick, and he’s everything Jason has ever wanted. After Dick’s latest break-up, Jason goes to him to cheer up the only way he knows how: by offering his body. Dick takes.

This was written for DickJay Week 2024, for the day 7 prompt: Robin Jason. It's... a couple days late xD Thank you so much to @this-was-a-terrible-idea for reading this for me <333

I hope you enjoy!

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Jason bites his lip as he steps inside Dick’s room. He shuts the door softly behind him. The room is unusually dark. The ceiling light is off. The curtains are drawn. The only light comes from Dick’s bedside lamp, turned to its dimmest setting. The light is dim and golden, making the shadows of the room look so much darker and longer in comparison. Dick is a lump on the bed, blankets pulled up to his ear.

Jason’s approaches tentatively. His legs nearly touch the edge of the bed before Dick speaks.

“Go away, Jason.” Dick doesn’t even bother to look at him when he says it. He sounds like every annoyed older brother Jason has ever heard on TV.

The nerves twisting in Jason’s belly get worse; like thorny vines, constricting around his insides and poking them sharply.

He swallows, and fidgets with the tie of his bathrobe. “I, uh… I thought you might want some company,” he says softly.

“I don’t.”

Dick’s tone is harsh. Sharp. Jason doesn’t take it personally.

Or… He tries not to.

Jason knows Dick is hurting right now. Dick’s been dating a lot, but none of his girlfriends ever stick around. Not since Kori. Jason doesn’t know all of the details of their break-up, but he knows it hurt Dick. Bad. Even if they are still friends. Every subsequent break-up sends him spiraling into that same sour mood.

Doesn’t help that he and Bruce have started fighting more again, too. There for a bit, Jason had thought things were looking up, but…

Apparently not.

Anyway. Dick is just— He’s hurting. He’s not really angry at Jason.

“Okay,” he says, fidgeting in place for a moment. “I’ll—um. I’ll leave if you really want me too, but. I, um. I got you something. To—cheer you up a little, maybe. And I thought, um… I thought you might like to see it first?”

As Jason speaks, he starts undoing the tie to his silk robe.

Dick heaves a sigh, and rolls over. “Ja—”

Whatever he was going to say is cut off as soon as Jason shrugs out of the robe, letting it puddle on the floor around his feet. Jason had spent several nights shopping for lingerie a month or so ago. Dick had bought him several sets, and Jason… Jason had wanted to surprise him. His original plan had looked different than this, but…

He’d bought more than one set. It wouldn’t hurt to sacrifice one.

Tonight, he’d chosen a baby doll in Nightwing blue, with semi-sheer cups swirled with a lace pattern. A bow sits between them. Jason had painstakingly removed it, as well as the ones on the straps and the panties, and replaced them all with ones in gold.

The baby doll splits to reveal his navel; the matching panties sitting on his hips. Like the cups, they’re semi-sheer; revealing a little bit more than just his bulge.

When Jason had seen it, he’d fallen in love immediately, and figured Dick would like it too; its playful flirtation with innocence.

Dick stares at him now. There’s something dark and almost predatory in his eyes. He sits up slowly. The blanket slides off of his shoulder to pool in his lap, exposing the faded t-shirt he’s wearing. It looks like it might have been Bruce’s once; a little too big for Dick’s frame and bearing a faded older version of the WE logo on it.

Jason nibbles at his lip, trying not to squirm. It’s not like Dick hasn’t seen him in lingerie before… or in even less clothing.

This is different, though. This isn’t Dick asking Jason to play dress-up—this is Jason, deliberately dolling himself up for Dick’s benefit. It could go badly so easily.

“You got this for me?” Dick asks. There’s barely enough inflection on the end to make it a question. His face is unreadable.

Jason nods, clasping his hands behind his back to keep from fidgeting. It has the added effect of pushing his chest out, as if he’s offering himself up even further. “Yeah,” he whispers. “I… I thought you’d like it.”

It was stupid.

Jason was stupid.

Why would he think Dick wanted this—him—right now? He’d just had his heart broken. Again. If Dick wanted to drown his sorrows in a whore, he’d have come to find him.

“Come here,” Dick says, holding out an arm.

Jason goes. He doesn’t even think of refusing. How can he? Even if Dick is pissed at him, and wants to—to punish him, at least Jason will have his attention.

Dick tugs Jason to straddle his thighs. He runs his hands over Jason’s sides; first over the baby doll, and then he slips them under, to rest on Jason’s skin.

Dick’s hands are big and broad on Jason’s waist, making him feel small.

Not that it takes much. Jason’s gained both weight and height while living with the manor, but he’s still… small. Might be doomed to stay that way.

He doesn’t mind that so much like this; when he feels delicate and doll-like in Dick’s hands.

“You’re wearing my colors,” Dick says, his voice low.

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[maccreadysbaby]

A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: dog illness (i’m sorry titus)

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

my exact thought process planning this chapter was “how can i hurt someone without actually hurting someone?” and this is what happened. enjoy bentley trying to figure out feelings (and damian).

part fourteen

❝ A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS ❞

THURSDAY — 7:01AM — DAY 13

BENTLEY WOKE UP TO DAMIAN SHOUTING AT TITUS. Which wasn’t very strange — Damian typically went over commands with him in the mornings before he went downstairs for breakfast. Maybe he was being a little louder than normal, but it didn’t bother Bentley. The clock read 7:02am, so he probably should’ve been getting ready for breakfast anyways.

Bentley begrudgingly pulled himself out of bed and turned the bedside lamp on, shuffling through clothes in the wardrobe. He settled on jeans, a black Nightwing t-shirt (how ironic, right?) and a red jacket that he was pretty sure he saw in a photograph of twelve-year-old Jason Todd in his father’s files. He smoothed down his scraggly red hair with his hands and silently wondered who’d be at the table this morning.

The Wayne’s had been going on patrol again for a few nights, Bentley gathered that much from hearing Damian’s door (among others) open and close at almost three in the morning for the past couple nights. He was glad they were getting back to their rhythm. He’d hate to be the reason the superheroes couldn’t go out. (Even though that was his entire purpose — he tried not to dwell on that.)

“Titus!”

Bentley glanced at the clock, which now read 7:04am, and he wondered if Dick would be staying at the Manor today.

“Titus, I demand you wake up!”

Bentley turned, furrowing his eyebrows and staring at his door. Damian demanded Titus do what?

“Titus, get up!” 

A pit formed in Bentley’s stomach as he realized that that didn’t sound very good. Not at all. He moved forward and pulled his door open, gazing out into the empty, dim hallway. Damian’s door was slightly ajar. The rest were closed. 

“Titus, cease his bizarre behavior at once,”

He pulled his feet along like they were tied to cinder blocks, really, really hoping he wouldn’t see a dead dog when he opened Damian’s door. Bruce always knocked before he came into Bentley’s room, right? Except for the nightmare, but he guessed that was a special circumstance. He stood outside of Damian’s bedroom for a few quiet moments, trying to decide what to do, but then he decided he should probably just do something if Titus’s life really was on the line like he hoped it wasn’t. 

So he knocked on the doorframe, probably a bit too quietly to be heard, but that was okay because he spoke right after: “…Damian?”

There was a moment of silence, so Bentley took a risk and stuck his head inside the bedroom. (An assassin’s bedroom, his brain oh so helpfully supplied.)

The bedroom lights were on, and Damian’s bed was unmade. Bentley had to sweep the room before he spotted the eleven-year-old on his knees next to the massive dog bed in the corner, only wearing the button-up and pants of his school uniform.

“Bentley, go get my father immediately. Something is wrong with Titus,” His voice sounded strained and very un-Damian-like. He didn’t even turn around when he spoke, his hands hovering uncertainly above the dog. Titus was on his side, jerking and flinching rapidly, and he looked like he even might’ve been foaming at the mouth.

Go get Bruce. Bentley could do that.

He turned on his heel and made toward the stairs, a bit quicker than he usually did. He thudded down the stairs, nearly sliding on his socks when he reached the bottom, bee-lining to the dining room, where he assumed Bruce would be. Thankfully, he was.

He and Jason were already at the table speaking in hushed tones. It seemed to be a serious conversation, given their expressions, and Bentley was suddenly torn.

I have more important things to tend to than you, his father’s voice echoed in his head. Maybe Bruce did have more important things. But Bentley wasn’t there for himself, he was there for Damian and Titus, and if his conversation with Jason was more important than Bentley, that was fine. It probably wouldn’t be more important than Damian. 

In his usual awkward manner, though, Bentley had been standing in the doorway the entire time he was thinking about it, and Jason and Bruce were both looking at him now.

“Good morning, Bentley. Is everything okay?” Bruce questioned, furrowing his brow slightly.

Bentley looked down at the hardwood under his feet, twisting his hands together. “Somethings wrong with Titus. Damian asked me to come get you.”

Instead of telling Bentley he’d have to wait, or what he was doing was more important, or simply to go away, Bruce stood up on the immediate. “Alright, I’m coming.”

Bentley blinked for a second, then started back toward the stairs. He heard Bruce mutter something to Jason on his way out. He felt bad for interrupting them but decided he shouldn’t apologize. Not yet anyway.

He worked his way back upstairs with Bruce behind him, all the way to Damian’s room. The man walked in without a second thought and made for the dog bed.

“Titus is unresponsive, foaming at the mouth, and convulsing,” Damian listed off the symptoms like a doctor as Bentley idled in the doorway. “He has vocalized a few times but not much. I… do not know what’s happening.”

“It looks like he might be seizing. I’ll have Alfred call the vet and tell them he’s on the way,” Bruce stated, hunched over the dog, doing things Bentley couldn’t see.

Damian stood up. “I’m going with you, father.”

Bruce hummed. “You need to go to school, Damian.”

“I’m not leaving Titus,” 

Damian’s voice wavered. It was subtle, but it was there, and Bruce seemed to pick up on it just like Bentley had. The man sighed after a moment.

“I’ll have Alfred call the school, too. You should change out of your uniform,”

Bruce gathered the massive (unconscious?) dog up in his arms and turned toward the door; Bentley promptly got out of the way.

“If you’d like to come, Bentley, you can,” He stated as he walked through the doorway and into the hall. “I know you care about Titus, too.”

And with that Bruce made his way down the stairs, calling out for Alfred. Damian closed his bedroom door.

More options. Did Bentley want to go or not? He might just be an extra person, someone else to get in the way. Bruce seemed to be leaning toward the idea of going alone before Damian insisted he had to go. He didn’t want to be another thorn in Bruce’s side, especially when something bad was happening.

But… the Wayne’s seemed to flock together when bad things happened, like Dick and Bruce when Tim was sick, or when Bentley had a nightmare. He still couldn’t work out why. But if he was trying to be part of the family, he should try to be like them, right?

Wrong. He wasn’t trying to be part of the family. He was trying to destroy it.

With a groan of frustration, he ran a hand over his face. This was all so confusing.

Damian swung his bedroom open, now wearing a hoodie and cargo pants, leaving his room and closing the door behind him. He rushed past Bentley and made for the stairs.

“Damian!”

Bentley was shocked at his own outburst, because he didn't actually know what he was going to say. What he had been planning to do was go in his room and sulk about having to make his father’s plan work, but instead, he was standing in the hallway of Wayne Manor, staring at Damian, who was staring back at him.

“Do you, uh… want me to… come with you?” God, why was it so hard to talk to people?

Damian stayed silent for a second, sending scrutinizing glances to his younger counterpart, but none of them came across quite as cold as he intended. Bentley was seconds from saying nevermind, but then Damian spoke:

“I believe Titus would find that… acceptable. He has a rather positive relationship with you,”

Bentley wasn’t expecting that. But he quickly nodded, jogging into his room and grabbing his gross red tennis shoes from beside the door before hurrying downstairs in his socks.

The front door was open, and Bruce and Alfred were around the car, and it looked like they were readying the backseat for Titus. The big Great Dane was standing now, and Jason was kneeling next to him, ready in case anything happened. The morning sun was just starting to shine on the Manor.

“C’mon, boys, go ahead and get in. Titus can lay with you,”

Bentley followed Damian’s lead, climbing in the backseats of Bruce’s (very expensive) car that had blankets spread across them. A few moments later, Bruce picked Titus up and put him in the seat between them, and he quickly settled in and laid his head on Damian’s lap. His tail was wagging slowly. 

Bentley sighed as he pulled his shoes on and tied them. He didn’t know why this was stressing him out — his father had done much worse, and nothing was even happening to him — but he felt that pesky anxiety buzzing under his skin and in his chest again.

Bruce said a few words to Alfred and then hopped in the driver's seat, and the car took off from the driveway and back through the huge gate. 

Bentley watched curiously as buildings and trees passed the windows, tentatively stroking Titus’s fur every few seconds. He didn’t know what seizing meant, but if they were rushing him to the pet hospital, he was sure it wasn’t good. Damian was gently petting his head and watching him like a hawk.

And that’s how most of the drive went. Bentley, despite the circumstances and buzzing nerves, was sort of enjoying watching Gotham pass by as they drove, seeing as he’d only ever seen it at night. The screen on Bruce’s dash said they were four minutes out from the vets office when he glanced at it.

Then Titus flinched, and his legs straightened out, and he made a sad little noise as he started to shake. 

“Father, it’s happening again!” Damian called. His hands hovered uselessly for a moment again, but then he settled on continuing to stroke the dog’s head. Bentley, albeit being a bit freaked out, patted the dog’s tremoring back a few times.

He suddenly wished he’d have stayed home — this was all kind of scary.

“Stay calm — just keep him comfortable. We’re almost there,” 

Titus kept shaking and making weird noises for what seemed like ever, and he was drooling all over Damian’s pants. It took (seven years? Ten years? An eternity?) for the dog to stop shaking and go limp. Then after a few quiet seconds, during which Bentley’s anxiety was through the roof because this dog might be dead, he lifted his head up and licked Damian’s hand. He smiled sadly.

It wouldn’t take a detective to tell the Robin was worried — which was something Bentley never thought he’d see. But he guessed under all the assassin training and big words and super sidekick stuff, Damian was just another eleven year old, right? An eleven year old who’s dog was convulsing in his lap on the way to the vet.

Bruce pulled into the parking lot of a building made of bricks with huge windows decorating the front. There was a big glowing sign above the door that said Gotham Pet Hospital with a blue heart on it. There were a few other cars in the parking lot, but not very many, and Bentley assumed that was good for Titus because there wouldn’t be other pets in the way.

Bruce got out of the driver’s seat and came around to Damian’s door, scooping the (not unconscious, this time) dog up out of the seats. Damian and Bentley climbed out right after.

The cool, damp morning air felt funny against Bentley’s skin. He shivered involuntarily because it had to be like, forty degrees outside, maybe less. The sun was just hanging over the horizon, bathing the parking lot and veterinarian's office in a bright gold that made it look like their saving grace. 

Bentley followed behind Damian, who was following behind his father. An older man opened the glass door for them when they approached, Bruce said thank you, and they all filed inside.

The vet’s office was warm. Bentley’s brown eyes flicked across the large room, coming to settle on the colorful chairs that lined the walls, the big reception counter with a dog that looked like Ace painted on it, and two empty door frames on either side of the room, where he assumed the doctors were.

“Mister Wayne?”

There was already a man in a long white coat standing near the front desk. He had graying hair and glasses perched on his nose.

“Yes, hi,” 

“Right this way,” 

Bentley hardly had time to glance at the little dog with massive butterfly ears a woman in the waiting room was holding before they were whisked off again, through one of the side doors and into the back hallways. The place suddenly became sterile and white apart from a few colorful bulletin boards on the walls. 

“Is what I was told on the phone all the information you have?” The man questioned as they turned left into a little room. It had a doctor’s table and a row of cabinets and drawers inside.

“Yes,” Bruce stated as he sat Titus on the table. The dog was so tall he towered over the vet’s head. Bruce turned and pointed at a trio of blue chairs against the wall, and assuming he wanted them to sit there, Bentley did, pulling his knees up to his chest. Damian did not. Instead, he hovered beside Bruce, near Titus’s head.

“Titus, down,” Damian said quietly, and the large dog laid down on the tabletop instead.

“Well trained, I see,” The doctor commented. “Was he put under any stress prior to the episode?”

Bruce glanced at Damian, who shook his head no. 

“Has anything out of the ordinary happened, like getting bitten by a tick, or ingesting something poisonous?”

Again, Damian shook his head no. “I inspect him for ticks every time we return to the house.”

“Did he have any other symptoms at all this morning?”

Bruce looked at Damian, who glanced around. “He… seemed dizzy. And he was repetitively walking in circles. I thought he was trying to lay down, but then he fell over…”

The doctor pulled out a few little gadgets and checked things Bentley assumed was his heartbeat and his breathing. He wasn’t sure what most of the tools did, actually — he’d never been to a doctor.

The vet smiled lightly at Damian. “Alright, thank you,” He shifted his attention to Bruce. “Since he’s alert now, I’m going to order a blood test, MRI, and spinal tap to search for inflammation in the brain that might put us on the right track. You can wait here or in the lobby. Will he respond to a stranger’s commands?”

Damian huffed. “Only if you say his name first.”

The vet nodded and made for the door, ordering: “Titus, come.”

The dog looked at Damian, who muttered: “Go.” And then the Great Dane jumped down and followed the doctor into the hall. The door of the room was closed gently.

It felt like eternity that they sat in those three blue chairs. (It was really only about two hours.) Everyone was silent for most of it, except for the few times Bruce tried to reassure Damian that Titus would be okay, which went unanswered. Bentley took to scanning the things in the room and on the walls — the missing pet photographs all organized on a bulletin board, the fliers for nearby dog-shows, training facilities, festivals and the like. There was even a bright pink one for dog swimming lessons. Bentley thought dogs always knew how to swim.

Then he scanned the doctor’s cabinetry. The multicolored smiley-face pens all sticking out of a smiley face cup on the white countertop, the clear bowl of lollipops he was maybe fifty-percent-sure weren’t for dogs, and a little stuffed cat and stuffed puppy with the office’s blue heart symbol staring at them from the other side of the room. He was just imagining how giving a lollipop to a dog would go when the door opened back up, and the vet came back in.

Bentley tensed in his chair between Damian and Bruce. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t like he was the one at the doctors or anything.

“Alrighty,” The man started, holding a clipboard in his hand. “Test results should be in this afternoon. We’re going to start him on some anticonvulsants for his repetitive seizures. All signs point to him having contracted bacterial encephalitis, or inflammation of his brain, but we won’t start antibiotics until the tests come back positive. The best course of action would be for him to stay here with us for seven-to-ten days to monitor his symptoms, seizures, and reactions to medication, if that’s okay with you, Mister Wayne.”

Bruce nodded immediately. “Yes, whatever you need to do.”

“Thank you. He’s just waking up from anesthesia, but you can come say goodbye to him before you leave, if you want. He was a very well behaved boy.” 

He didn’t have to tell Damian twice, he was already standing.

The doctor quietly led them to another room, where Titus was laying on a table, and his eyes were open but he was sort of out of it. Bentley saw Damian deflate the slightest bit when he saw him. He was thankful he was used to watching for cues from his father or he would never know what was going on with Robin.

Damian approached the table warily, gently lifting a hand and stroking him on the head. “Get better, okay, boy?”

Titus’s silver eyes flicked to him, and he made a pitiful, low noise. If Bentley hadn’t been listening so closely he wouldn’t have even heard Damian add a small, nearly inaudible: “Please.” 

“I’ll see to it that he is very well taken care of,” The doctor stated, petting Titus gently. “We’ll call you if there are any changes, Mister Wayne.”

“Thank you,”

Damian hesitantly parted with the dog, and Bentley and Bruce both took turns patting his head before they left.

The sun was high in the sky, indicating that they’d been out for at least two or three hours. The ride home was just as quiet and somber as the whole visit had been. Damian merely stared out the window for the entire drive, and Bentley glanced at him occasionally, wishing he had enough confidence to help, but he didn’t. As much as he hated to admit it, he was still afraid of Damian, and when he was upset would definitely be the worst time to bother him. So Bentley opted for the art of silence. 

And they were still silent when they got to the Manor, and Damian almost immediately disappeared without saying anything. Bentley felt bad.

What did Bruce do when Bentley was upset? Sit near him? Remind him he was there? Nightwing tried to convince him everything was okay, that he would be alright.

Yeah, but Bentley wasn’t a baby assassin with a sword. Damian would probably stab him if he sought him out right now. Clean through with a katana, with no regrets, most likely.

People were so complicated. At least Bentley knew what to expect from his father.

So Bentley slinked up to his room, wanting to help but hiding instead, petting Alfred the cat and hoping that Titus would be okay so Damian wasn’t sad anymore.

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dedicated to @sassenashsworld 💛

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@fleur-alise

[vellaphoria]

Can I ask about "truth serum or dare" from you WIP list? 👀

it was originally my February YOTP entry which I am very late on lol

Basically: every year, Bruce makes everyone go through something akin to exposure therapy with truth serum. Tim, Dick, Jason, Steph, and Damian have instead turned it into a modified game of truth or dare where you challenge someone to a dare and if they decline, you get to ask them a question, prompting a forced response via truth serum.

Tim usually wins the game with his lying to Batman skills, but Steph is trying to pull of a surprise victory that year by exploiting Tim's crush on Dick.

Long excerpt is below the cut:

Steph glares down at the aerosol canister like it personally broke her dad out of Blackgate, once upon a time.

"I just don't get why we have to do this every six months," she says, tossing the canister from one hand to the other.  

Tim shrugs. "Could be worse. Could be every two months. Like the Gotham sewer escape drill."

"Ugh, don't remind me," She grumbles.

"At least it isn't shots anymore. That's one good thing."

There's a knock at the door frame.

"Hey, are you two ready?" Dick asks, poking his head in. He looks a bit… dressed down.

Steph almost laughs at that. While comfortable clothes are probably a good idea for tonight, he's the only vigilante she knows who consistently wears his own merch. Though she’d be lying if she said that he didn’t make the too-tight t-shirt and Nightwing sweatpants look good…

"One sec," Tim says. He holds up the aerosol and promptly sprays himself in the face with it.

“Alright. I think it’s working, but…” He raises an eyebrow at Dick. "You get one free shot. Ask me something."

"Why can't I ask you something?" Steph asks, trying not to sound whiny.

Tim makes a face. "Because you know too much," he says. Which is honest, if uninformative. "Also, that was a question."

She sticks her tongue out at him.

Dick, on the other hand, looks like he's really thinking about it. After a moment, he grins. Wide enough that it can’t mean anything but trouble.

"Who's your favorite vigilante in Gotham?"

"You are," Tim says, apparently before he can think better of it. 

Steph gasps in faux-offense. "Rude."

"Hey, he calls it like he sees it." Dick waggles his eyebrows in a way that's exaggerated enough to make Steph laugh.

"Jerk," Tim mutters. Though he smiles as he says it, so he can't be too mad.

He stands up from his seat, putting the aerosol canister back on the counter.

"I think there's an extra one back there if you haven't gotten yours yet," he says.

"Nope, not yet. Thanks for not asking."

It's the tradition, of course, to only ask questions within the game itself or by specific request. Anything other than that counts as cheating, and generally results in automatic disqualification and the offender being made to pick up extra chores from Alfred.

Usually the worst ones. Like scraping bat guano off of various things in the Cave.

“Well, don’t take too long,” Tim says. 

Dick doesn't make any particular effort to move out of the way as Tim walks past him, but he does glance down, his eyes tracking him as he leaves.

Is he… staring at Tim's ass?

When he looks back at Steph, he startles like he'd forgotten she was there. Then his expression turns a little guilty. It's confirmation enough that yes, he absolutely was.

Steph feels herself smirking. Because this? This gives her an idea.

This is how she’s going to finally be the one to finally beat Tim at his own game. And there's nothing he's going to be able to do about it. 

Apparently her thought process is showing, since Dick raises an eyebrow at her.

"Okay…" he says, "that's a mildly terrifying expression. Do I even want to know what you're thinking?"

"Nope!"

He shakes his head. Then he goes for one of the leftover aerosol containers.

"Well, better get ready. This game isn’t going to lose itself…"

[gangrenados]

Dick is definitely the sort of partner that gives his s/o a million things with his initials on it and also any and all Nightwing merch because seeing his partner with HIS logo is EVERYTHING

I think gift giving is one of Dick's love languages and he just love to give you things even if it's just a small thing or perhaps something more domestic and regular like idk toilet paper or something. He just loves giving you things.

But if it's clothes or jewelry? Then yes, I believe Dick would try to give you things with his symbol on it or at least his initials because he likes to see you wearing something that's his, besides seeing you wearing Nightwing merch makes his heart race.

So now you have t-shirts, hoodies, those cheap necklaces people sell on idk gas drug stores, and even a nightwing plushie named Dickiehead.

[roxineedstosleep]

Battison reaction to Nightwing... especial suit.

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I recently saw this post on Pinterest, of one of Dick's old Nightwing costumes… and I got to thinking, how would Battison have reacted to it? I mean, Battison is our emo old money mew mew mew and he's got a comically different style of dress.

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Then… We can all agree that Bruce Wayne is our favourite emo mew mew old money in ALL of Gotham, right?

We're talking about Bruce Wayne!!!, he listens to Metallica, My Chemical Romance, probably the odd Green Day album, definitely Nirvana among other local bands in his city. But he is also a HUGE fan of classical opera and orchestral music; he sponsors many performances, actually.

No one can deny that black is HIS colour. It suits him, it suits him beautifully and he KNOWS how to wear a high cardigan with leather boots, comfortable dark office trousers and a Victorian style shirt, with a pair of sunglasses, without any effort.

(At least not on his part, Alfred surely forced him to wear them for that charity gala, threatening to burn his favourite MCR sweater if he didn't wear the right clothes for the event).

Add to that the fact that Bruce, despite being an emo mew mew old money that we all love, prefers to wear sportswear and worn-out pyjamas... well, he is rich as hell.

BUT also, he has extremely fine tastes: his leaky, worn-out Nirvana, MCR and other bands? those t-shirts and sweaters were actually designed exclusively for him; by some fashion designer colleague or friend who has 3 or 4 galleries and shops in Paris. The white socks that Alfred keeps having to wash even though a cheese have less holes on it? Gucci. His wallet that is so worn out that you can drop a coin or a platinum card? Versache.

All those personalised, in short, for his pleasure. He is to only user of the planet that had a Versache wallet personalised with the Nirvana logo.

And I refuse to believe that Dick didn't grow up with all that kind of material girl life style. Dick is the only child to have his own LV school bag with a redesign of each of his favourite Pokemon. And use and adorable Gucci oxfords that Bruce ask, exclusively, for him. So THEY can match during important events.

But hey, the kid grown up and flew far of the nest… AND He came out in one of his suits (the one in the photo) during his first patrol as Nightwing. I can see, I FEEL, that Bruce almost had a cardiac arrest when he first saw his son in THAT.

His baby was dressed like a failed attempt at a!!! ... God, even he didn't know what kind of madness Dick was using. He knows that he raised him with an outrageous lifestyle and not always the big fashion statement. If it weren't for the galas and social events Alfred forced him to attend, Bruce would surely be living in his pyjamas and sportswear.. But what was that?

He feels that even to say he looks like a drag queen and a stripper would be an insult to the profession and all the art that goes with it.

Or Worst of all the last NOnos of his list:

The costume is not bulletproof yet?? Is from a cheap not durable material??? Now he's going to have cardiac failure.

What happened to all the allowance and the special and exclusive edition Nike sports tights that you sent him a few days ago?

And he, Brucie emo old money mew mew, can hear what he once said to Alfred when he started dressing Emo.

"It's not a phase Al, it's a lifestyle."

And well… his was a lifestyle. But he prayed to God and all the deities in the universe that Dick and his suit were JUST a phase.

Or at least his suit if it was bulletproof. At least that would give him less pain in his material heart.

[heroesriseandfall]

Photos of Young Jason Todd

Batman #426 — Jason looking through the box that will lead him to his death

Batman #432 — Batman carrying around Robin Jay’s photo right after his death

Batman Annual 13 (1989) — Bruce with Jason’s photo on his nightstand, soon after Jay’s death

Nightwing Vol. 2 #63 — Dick finds an old photo after he killed the Joker

Gotham Knights #45 — A social worker suspicious of Jason’s death interviews about Bruce’s parenting

Batgirl Vol. 2 #1 — the lead up to Bruce adopting Cass after two years of knowing her

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Two panels from Batman #426, which shows 14 or 15 year old Jason sitting on the edge of his bed, turned to the center of his bed where a box lays open with photos scattered on the bedcovers. Jason picks up one framed photo in his hand to look at. Narration boxes say, “Photographs are a bridge to the past. Black and white reminders of the way things used to be.” The next panel shows a framed photo laying on the blue bedcovers, which Jason is touching with two fingers. The photo shows a very young Jason, smiling in a suit on the far right of the photo while his mother Catherine Todd holds him in her arms. She’s wearing a short sleeved dress with round jewelry and a bob haircut. The last on the left stands Willis Todd, Jason’s father, who wears a suit the same unclear shade as Jason’s. He’s smiling at the camera. Narration boxes say, “Links to those who are no longer with us. Priceless treasures.”

A cropped panel from Batman #432, showing the back of Batman’s head looking down at a handheld photo of Jason Todd as Robin. The background is red.

A cropped series of two panels from Batman v1 Annual 13. It shows Bruce’s bedside table with a date paper reading Aug 3, a buzzing alarm clock, a purple lamp, and a portrait of a smiling young boy (Jason). The second panel shows Bruce asleep on his bed next to the bedside table.

Two panels from Nightwing (1996) #63, showing Dick Grayson wearing only shorts, shirtless, as he kneels down and picks up a photo from a bunch of photos scattered on the floor. The next panel zooms in on the photo in his hands, which shows Dick, with shoulder length hair and a leather jacket, standing next to teenage Jason with his arm around his shoulder. Jason’s wearing a vest over a hoodie, and is grinning. The background shows snowy mountains and trees. Underneath the photo are written words saying, “Me and Jason.”

Two panels from Gotham Knights #45, showing Alfred as viewed through a camera screen. He’s sitting in a marroon armchair in front of a bookshelf, wearing a suit and holding a blue-framed photograph out towards the screen. The second panel zooms in on it. The photo shows Bruce with Jason standing slightly in front of him. Both are smiling and hitting their left fists into baseball gloves on their right fists, in mirror image of each other. Bruce wears a red hat and gray t-shirt, while Jason wears a red hat backwards and a green t-shirt. Alfred is saying, “We gave him a home and we gave him the love of a family, something he had never known before. But Bruce Wayne could only be a father when Jason needed a mother also. And that is the very thing we couldn’t give him.”

A cropped panel from Batgirl (2008) #1, showing two photographs on a red wall. The first has Bruce Wayne smiling, standing to the side and gesturing while Jason stands next to him, smiling with his eyes clothes. Both are wearing black suits. Bruce is holding a wine glass while Jason has a cup with a straw. Behind them can be seen a tree and mingling, well-dressed people. The second photo shows Jason in thick clothes, holding a hiking stick and standing at the top of a peak on a mountain. Alfred is speaking and he says, “Even Master Jason remains better represented here than Miss Cassandra. Though we called her family, it never left our minds that she was birthed by assassins...and raised by a monster of a father.”

[official-wonho]

No One Is Doing Kpop Fashion Better (or Sexier) Than Wonho

The crush-worthy idol talks about his new album "Bittersweet," his love of his fans, and his Halloween costume.

“Nightwing cosplay!” Wonho says, excitedly. “My fans recommended that for Halloween, I dress up as Nightwing from DC Comics, so I’m actually searching for a costume.” It’s that happily accommodating charisma — paired with an undeniable talent and unapologetic sexiness — that has earned kpop idol Wonho millions of worldwide devotees.

It’s easy to forget that Wonho (born Lee Ho-seok) is a global superstar when you’re talking to him. Sure, he has that same honey-dipped voice that you’ve heard blasted through stadium speakers and on a million fan-made YouTube compilations. And, yes, those are the broader-than-a-refrigerator shoulders you’ve swooned over on Instagram, but when you’re with Wonho one-on-one, he makes you feel like you’re with a good friend. His warmth and soft-spoken humility is palpable even through a pair of translators and the expanse of time zones between us (when we talk, his late night is my early morning).

Let me warn the newcomers: you are not ready for Wonho’s aesthetic. There aren’t a lot of men who could pull off jeans with thigh cutouts but, then again, not a lot of men are Wonho.

With his stage costumes, Wonho has taken dopamine dressing to a new level: Mesh, sequins, vinyl — all are fair game. “For my stages and my performances, I really think hard about trying to show sides of myself that I haven’t shown before,” he explains.

Thanks to that drive to constantly innovate, he’s managed to bring a new brand of unapologetically provocative sexiness to the kpop world. Wonho’s stagewear closet is filled with backless blazers, leather harnesses, peep-show jeans, fishnet shirts, and strategically unzipped turtlenecks, peeled back to reveal a set of abs that would make Thor do a double take. That risque wardrobe (and general aversion to wearing a shirt during concerts) means he can send the internet into a meltdown with just one performance.

“It is true. I started to work out for my physical health, but it has turned into somewhat of an aesthetic,” he tells me as the topic circles to his Instagram. Wonho’s grid is dotted with shirtless selfies and thirst traps worthy of a global idol between charmingly normal pics of him drinking coffee and sightseeing. “My physique,” he says, coyly, of the thirst traps. “I can show it to [my fans] every once in a while, because I like seeing their reactions.”

When I ask what it’s like to be known in the kpop community as a sartorial boundary-pusher, Wonho is happy to take on the title, but firmly unbothered. ”First, thank you for recognizing me as a fashion icon,” he says, with a shy smile. “I don’t really think of boundaries when I am thinking of my own fashion. If it’s a fit for the concept or the style [of the performance], I’ll just try it without any hesitation.” No boundaries, no hesitation, all confidence. That’s Wonho in a heartbeat.

Off-stage, Wonho’s preferences favor comfort. Sweats and Jordans. T-shirts and Vans. Easy styles that can take him from the studio to the gym to rehearsals to the airport. That casual, off-duty wardrobe is tweaked slightly when he’s continent-hopping. This past summer, Wonho launched his FACADE tour — his first solo sprint across Europe. The opportunity to perform for his fans there also gave him a chance to switch up his fashion

“When I’m in London, I tend to style my outfits more clean-cut and dandy. Whereas, in Korea, I style them more comfortably and stylish.” And, as any jet-setting idol will tell you, practicality will trump fashion when the weather turns. “And, more recently, in Japan, my schedule was just packed and it rained all throughout my stay there, so I wore very comfortable clothing and raincoats and stuff.”

Wonho’s fans can be cited as one of the sources of inspiration behind his whiplash-inducing fashion, but it’s clear that they’re also the motivation behind his music, as well. The rankings, the cynics, and all the other distractions that clog up your nerves and can kill an artist’s creativity — those are the obstacles that Wonho chooses, staunchly, to ignore. Instead, he only wants to make his fans proud.

“My goal [as an artist] isn’t really chart-oriented,” he tells me with the help of those translators picking up the more nuanced questions. “I don’t really focus on getting any sort of ranking on the chart but, rather, I want to make music for as many years as I can. I also want to go on a world tour to meet WENEEs who are in all parts of the world.”

The self-chosen moniker of his fans, WENEEs — the name equal parts silly and sweet — is short-hand for “WE are NEw Ending” or “WE NEEd.” Both phrases are representative of the symbiotic relationship between the artist and the fans who have been supporting him from the beginning, and will be there until the end. “[With this album,] I am making a promise to my fans to always be by my side, as they have always been.”

His latest project dropped earlier this month, a highly anticipated second single album named Bittersweet. It was a deeply personal effort for Wonho who doesn’t just sing his music but writes and produces as well, though he’s quick to share the credit with his team. “[I’m always] getting tons of support from all the staff and all the good people around me so I’m able to prepare and produce my albums very conveniently,” says the humble idol. “There are a lot of teams involved with the album production process so it comes out very smoothly.”

The new album’s tracks, “On & On” (a smooth, pulsing dance track featuring Korean rapper YUNHWAY) and “Don’t Regret” (a powerful, tender ballad), are about all-consuming emotions and the Wonho-penned lyrics are as vulnerable as a baby bunny. What helps him to write and perform music this honest and personal is, in part, his impressive multilingualism. “It’s easier to express those kinds of emotions because I can use two languages, Korean and English,” Wonho says of his skill set, which also includes Japanese. “I can use both languages to express my thoughts and emotions.” The tracks add to Wonho’s consistently introspective and sentimental music catalog, making Bittersweet another compelling treasure from the solo star.

And then there’s that beautiful Wonho duality again, right there in the title of his album: Bittersweet. “I wanted to express a mix of emotions that are bitter, yet sweet. Exciting, yet depressing,” explains Wonho. “I believe our lives are filled with different emotions and they shape how we are.”

That paradox of his album’s title and theme is an echo of his whole career and strengths as an idol. That duality is why the entire world has a crush on him. Wonho can do it all. He has a voice that is lovely and dreamy when paired with pulsing dance beats, but also soaring and gorgeous when singing full-chested ballads. He has an off-stage boyfriend aesthetic but is also an easy-to-worship glam god on-stage. Sexy and cute. A Disney face with a Marvel body, as fellow idol Jessi described him. But who needs superhero movies anyways when you have the adrenaline rush of Wonho’s duality?

Source: instyle.com

[thatgraysoncharm]

Jon Kent’s favorite superhero is Nightwing. 

He has all the merch. The backpack. The watch. The slightly dodgy bobby head that is older than he is and has the original version of the Nightwing suit. The T-shirt that has the words, “Don’t talk to me unless your:” at the top with a blurry picture of Nightwing below it. 

He has it all. 

(And maybe Clark is a little amused by the dose of karma it provides every time he sees his son, remembering another little boy wearing every single piece of superman merch whenever he could.)

When he achieves Best Friend status with Damian Wayne though, it feels a little bit embarrassing. That’s his brother! His older brother! And he’s just caught Jon watching “Nightwing’s top 10 greatest flexes” on youtube. 

Damian stares at Jon. Jon stares at Damian. 

Slowly, Damian reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a limited addition Titan’s promotion Nightwing key chain, complete with a glow in the dark bird symbol. Jon has been looking for one of those for ages! 

It’s obviously well loved. 

Damian shrugs, the tip of his ears pink, before cautiously sitting on the bed and restarting the video. 

Nightwing is his favorite hero, too.