#officer grayson

[mdessa]

Officer Grayson 💙

Who will the rose be for? 🤔

[red-moon10]

Inspired by this panel that's been living rent-free in my mind since the first time I saw it :

[bruhseidon]

Dick, as Officer Grayson, being held as a hostage and was just interrogated: Alright, can we talk about something a bit more cheerful?

Y/N, a crimelord, the one responsible behind his situation: Anything you like.

Dick: …Do you like ABBA?

Y/N: I love ABBA.

Dick: Yeah?

Y/N: Yep.

Dick: What’s your favorite ABBA song?

Y/N: Dancing Queen.

Dick: Dancing Queen? Yeah. Yeah, it’s great, isn’t it? [starts singing “Dancing Queen” under his breath]

[arrowheadedbitch]

Tim, trying to get alcohol but he's underage

Guy:... isn't your brother a cop?

Tim: isn't my brother not fucking here right now

[goodcopbatcop]

"Good Cop, Bat Cop" — a poll tournament to find the Batman character who is closest to being "basically a cop"

Batman is a costumed crime-fighter created in 1939. Since then, there has been ever-evolving discussion about what "crime", "fighting", and "crime-fighting" entail—and what all that means for Batman's relationship to his local police.

Batman makes friends, makes enemies, and becomes a middle-aged father of 3, 4, 5+ kids—and the discussion carries over to this large and debatably colorful cast.

Now we pit these fictional characters against each other in a poll tournament, to determine which among them is "a cop" in spirit.

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Follow Tumblr community guidelines, and uphold good sportsmanship.

Submit Batman characters as contestants. Regular GCPD personnel (such as Commissioner Jim Gordon, Harvey Bullock, Ellen Yin, et cetera) are ineligible. Ace the Bat-Hound, Batcow, Jarro, Bat-Mite, and other "joke characters" are eligible.

Submit propaganda arguing why certain characters are "a cop" in spirit.

Submit counterpropaganda arguing why certain characters are "not a cop" in spirit.

Strengthen your claims by including sources.

All officially published materials count. Core universe. Current timeline and old timelines. Retconned stuff. Elseworlds, alternate universes. Adaptations. Advertising materials.

Doylist and Watsonian readings are accepted.

Submissions through the Google form are anonymous. Responses are planned to be posted publicly.

Add "@goodcopbatcop" to posts that are relevant to this discussion.

Please send in content warnings that should be tagged.

Have fun~!

The double-elimination tournament brackets are planned to be posted at the beginning of April, soon followed by the polls.

Tagging: @dc-event-calendar @controversial-blorbo-bracket @hot-take-tournament @copaganda-clobberfest @misrepresentedmorallygrey @batfamtournament @hubristicassholefight @horriblemanprotagonistshowdown @tournament-announcer

credit to firefly-graphics for the Batman divider

[fartmunchers]

holy fuck man i wish crime was real

dick and tim up top is a redraw from ermm nightwing 96 iss.25

[sarriathmg]

“That all you got, Grayson?”

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Broke: BPD Officer Grayson

Woke: Dick Grayson, Owner of Haly’s Circus

[endmylifelad]

Dick Centric Conversations

Dick: if we locked Bruce and Jason in a room together, who would end up crying first?

Tim: the room.

—

Dick, aggressively sneezes: oof that came out of nowhere..

Jason:

Dick: you’re not going to say “god bless you” or anything?

Jason: my presence is a blessing enough. Be grateful, you damn brat.

—

Dick, fed up with being called the golden boy: god damnit Jason. Grow up and move on. You’re acting like you’re five.

Jason: yeah, five heads taller than you.

—

Duke, running from a shootout as civilians: we shouldn’t have come. I knew it! We should not have come!

Dick: but we had to! Safety in numbers, remember?

Duke: yeah and there’s also death in numbers!

Dick: wh-

Duke: IT’S CALLED A MASSACRE, RICHARD!

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Cop: you’re under arrest! Put your hands where I can see them!

Red Hood: you’re new, ain’t cha.

Cop: I said show me your hands and get down on the ground!

Officer Grayson: put your gun down, Dan. I got this.

Cop, hesitantly lowers his gun: okay…

Officer Grayson: Hood, need I remind you that Thanksgiving is coming up? I’m sure your family would hate it if you couldn’t go to your family’s dinner because you were in the locker…

Red Hood: you’re an evil bastard, you know that?

Cop: you know this guy?

Officer Grayson: unfortunately.

—

Nightwing: alright, I have decided to put my faith and trust in you.

Deathstroke: I can not think of a worse decision one could ever make. What is wrong with you.

—

Bruce: damnit Jason, what did you do this time?

Jason: you can’t be mad at me nor blame me for this! I was just minding my own business-

Dick: we all know that that’s a load of horse shit. Don’t even try to lie your ass outta this. I’m not cleaning or rescuing you this time, not after you stole my goddamn cereal.

—

Random guy at a bar, interested in Dick: hey there handsome, are you taken?

Dick: yeah, for granted.

—

Jason, third day of being Robin and stole the Batmobile: could you maybe not tell Bruce about this?

Dick: this isn’t even the worse disappointing thing you’ve done or will do in the future. And besides, I don’t tell B shit.

Jason: coulda just said that…

—

Dick: hey, want to hear a joke?

Roy: ugh sure. What is it.

Dick: why did the chicken cross the road?

Roy: don’t know. Why.

Dick: to get to the idiots house.

Roy: hilarious.

Dick: knock knock!

Roy, rubbing his face in annoyance: who is it.

Dick: the chicken!

Roy: Dick Grayson, I won’t punch you in the face on one condition.

Dick: what is it?

Roy: go tell that joke to Wally.

[skalidra]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: DCU (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Police Officer Dick Grayson, Crime Boss Jason Todd, Alternate Universe - No Capes, Enemies to Lovers, Past Underage, Past Abuse, Rating May Change Summary:

"Jason Todd."

The man on the opposite side of the table shifts, leaning back a bit further in his chair to meet his eyes with the smallest possible tilt of his head. "That's my name, yeah."

His voice is on the deeper end, a hint of a smoker's rasp at the back of his throat. There's nothing to his tone but lazy amusement, like he hasn't been sitting in this little concrete room for the last four hours; no company but the little paper cup of water near his cuffed hands and the little blue light on the camera in the corner. That's not usually the reaction they get, and Dick privately thinks it's damning in its own right. Cops make people nervous. Being detained either makes people panic, or it makes them angry. Calm usually means guilty, not to mention arrogant.

A suspicious reaction doesn't count as evidence, though, so here they are.

~~

The table is pressed into what Dick is pretty sure is a corner in the restaurant, though it's hard to tell with the partitions and the foliage of all the plants blocking basically all view of anything else around it. Honestly the whole place looks like a fantastic place to eavesdrop, but Dick's getting the impression that anyone who wanted to try wouldn't make it past the front door. It looked normal enough outside, but in here…

Dick spotted three separate guys in identical black suits standing in obscured corners on the way in, and that was just from the podium to here. Maybe it's just because Todd is here, but maybe… Well, Dick wouldn't be at all surprised to learn that there were certain restaurants in Gotham that cater specifically to the rich-and-not-necessarily-upstanding. From everything he's heard, Gotham is owned more by the mobs and crime families than it is any excuse for a government. Easier for places like this to exist when they're backed by all the power in the city.

Todd looks up when his escort brings him around the final corner. Gets to his feet with a slanted smile, and offers a hand.

~~

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[moonfox281]

Breakfast on the go, Officer?

[thebatbaes]

[ Dick Grayson in Nightwing (1996) #50 ]

[notebookpapers]

I am not immune to arcane women

[arrowheadedbitch]

Tim: God, I hate Mondays

Dick: You don't have a job?

Tim: Neither does Garfield, what's your point.

[goodcopbatcop]

Nightwing (1996) #25

Writer: Chuck Dixon

Characters: Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Tim Drake (Robin)

[urlocalgothamite]

Accidental Samaritan// Jason Todd

CONTEXT: This is narrated by Jason, years after the events happened. The time period is shortly after he was revived and came back to Gotham. 

When I came back to life, angry was just about the only adjective you could use to describe me. You could tell I was nonsensical just by my lazarus-shot eyes. I roamed the once familiar streets of Gotham with a vision for revenge and a costume consisting of only a torn red cloth tied around my eyes. I believe I was well on my way to becoming a villain.

As I walked through the cold streets, noting the mysterious and overpowering chokehold that home had on me, I noticed a kid. He was crouched in a corner. It was honestly pitiful. It made me think of myself, as selfish as that sounds. But, I was that kid on the streets of Gotham.

I slowly approached the little boy. At this point in my life, I was scared of myself. I was scared of my anger. And, being around a child was something that I was unsure about. Nonetheless I continued to approach him. The closer I got, the more I realized how I towered on him. He looked terrified. I don’t blame him. I would be terrified if a man with eyes bloodshot with angry emerald eyes was standing over me as a child.

The boy backed up cautiously, clutching his little blue bear. Eventually the back on heel ran into a dumpster, cornering him. I took a gasp, throwing his blue bear at me- as his last line of defense. It bounced off of me, hitting the wet ground. I bent over to pick it up, the fur was dirty with a matted texture. I crouched down, handing it to him.

“Where are your adults, Buddy?” I asked, with a harsher tone than I probably should have had.

Little Buddy took his blue bear from me, furrowing his eyebrows. “I don’t know. Mommy left with our neighbor. She got mad at me. Me and Bloo were going to look for her.”

I stood up putting a hand on his shoulder. “Well I am taking you and Bloo somewhere safe. The streets of Gotham are anything but safe for a person of you guys’ size.”

“No!” He pleaded, “You’re gonna get Mommy in trouble.”

I honestly did not know how to respond to that so I just gripped his shirt sleeve and kept walking. We walked for a while with him squirming and crying. If we were anywhere but Park Row- someone probably would have called the police.

“Look, Kid- I know you are scared. But I am not putting you in no danger. And your mom should not be leaving you unattended like that. I can not help you much, but I am going to take you to people who can. You just gotta work with me here?”

The kid only nodded in response. After a while more of walking in the rain we made it to a satellite GCPD station.

“You are gonna stay here, these dumbasses are gonna make sure you get somewhere safe.” I hoped what I was saying was true.

The kid sniffled. So I bent down for the last time, handing him my tattered red mask. It just felt like the right thing to do.

“I hope the city treats you right, Little Buddy.” I said before walking off. Of course, I waited in the shadows for an officer to come out and find this child. Lucky for the tiny guy, the officer's badge read ‘Grayson.’

Even during the murderous spree of the Lazarus Pit, I knew I did right by that kid.