#protective dick grayson

[robinsleeping]

Low resolution Batfam

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Also got a kinda weird one but I love like chaotic possessive borderline insane nightwing when it comes to his brothers. Like cuddling Tim, Damian or Jason and saying my precious while Bruce slowly backs out of the room.

Black Mask breaks Damian's arm and without hesitation he shouts for Dick and out comes Nightwing ready to strike and end this man's whole career.

Dick who refuses to let Tim go find Bruce fuck Bruce you stay here with me and never leave.

He hunts down Jason like a dog with a bone and keeps track of everyone of his movements because his little wing will never go anywhere he doesn't know about.

Bruce who does not dare touch a Robin because big bird while come and Bruce knows nightwing will kill him.

I want nightwing like a very angry guard dog when it comes to his brothers.

I want him to sleep with his brothers surrounding him and he hears a creak in the hall and he is up standing in front of the bed with sticks that are flowing with electricity because no one will touch his brothers.

[bruciemilf]

Galas were energy drainers, which was a well known, established fact.

Bruce isn't a solid believer that people are born bad; The person in front of him seems adamant to prove him wrong.

"Those are very big words you're throwing around, Mr. Wayne," Bruce is sorely concerned if 'climate change should be acknowledged and regulated' can be considered ' big words', "Care to define them?"

Bruce would, truly, but this jerk already wasted half of his night by being condescending, so why bother?

" I've enjoyed myself, but,--"

" I did too. Truly, its nice to be listened to. You could teach my wife a thing or two...Among other talents. Maybe we can speak more over dinner?"

Discomfort churns and batters Bruce's insides. He's not good with sleazy.

He thankfully learned to camouflage disgust at arrogance and tackiness and nastiness,-- but sleazy? His hands sweat, hungry to hit, punch. His tongue is heavy and bit to blood.

A long shadow covers them both, and everything bad vanishes from Bruce's body in a relieved breath.

" Oh...Thank you for the invitation. But...You'll have to ask my boys."

A gulp from the other.

There's Jason, his Goliath of a son, Bruce's bruised sunshine. On his shoulders, not clothed by a restricting tuxedo like the rest, but by a red hoodie instead, Damian holds a butter knife close.

Tim, arms folded, mimics Bruce's nauseated snarl. Ah. So they heard, then.

Dick, as always, stands at the forefront, both shielding his siblings, and establishing himself as top threat. A pure leader, no doubt behind it.Bruce would lie if he'd say the spark of pride isn't there.

"What time?"

[ghost-bxrd]

May I also offer another more heartbreaking possibility to a potential Jason return? Dick hears Red Hood make the chirps or hoots (maybe when he’s annoyed either at seeing Talon early or at something else and doesn’t know Dick is there) and instead of thinking “my owlet!” He thinks “A member of the Court of Owls survived.”

So that’s the first bad thing. Now, imagine how much worse it would be if this Court survivor was targeting his only chick left? If Dick saw what happened at the Tower and thought that this survivor wanted a new Talon.

Just a thought.

Oh—-

OH

Oh dear, oh no. Omg—ngl I LOVE the idea that Jason’s bird noises are ingrained enough for him to be making them subconsciously? And also— Dick realizes that if this is truly a Court member— and he’s after Dick’s last surviving owlet—- Dick can never let this court member have Tim. Ever.

So Dick offers himself up instead. (Please, Dick is already a finished Talon, you’d have to train the other first, remember? He’s better, faster, stronger. You don’t want Tim. Please, you don’t want him. Dick— Talon— remembers how to be a good talon, please-)

[rubydubydoo122]

As much as I hate to say it, and as much as I love Jason ToddI'm gonna need DC to kill him again, and keep him dead this time.

Now before you come at me, let me explain why I think this. Jason Todd is a character that while alive will always be connected to Gotham, and because of his differing morals with Batman, he will always be in a cycle of conflict with him. We saw it in UTRH, we saw it in RHATO, we saw it in Gotham Wars. Because Jason isn't a villain (I feel like in UTRH he was an anti-hero, and any actions that didn't align with the morals he set during that time is because he was villainized by Batman) Bruce's actions feel overtly brutal (batarang to the neck, beating him so har his helmet broke, chemically altering him to feel fear) especially since it's towards his SON the one he claims to have mourned. It's a vicious cycle that isn't fair to Jason, and it's major character assassination of Bruce. It's overdone and I am sick and tired of it, but I do not see either characters backing down from their moral stances.

Now you might be thinking, just because Bruce and Jason don't get along doesn't mean they can't make up-- they've tried. Multiple time. Every time Jason and Bruce take a step in the direction of being close to each other again, Bruce becomes a control freak and abuses Jason like he's his own personal punching bag, and there's only so many times someone can forgive someone before enough is enough.

But I still haven't explained why specifically I think Jason should die again. And it's because of two reasons. Jason deserves peace, and as long as he's a ghost walking on earth, he won't be able to get that. Also because it would make Great Angst. We all know Bruce would break if he lost Jason again. He's going to push everyone away, and if you're going to have Bruce push everyone away, give him consequences for his actions.but we saw how protective Dick got during Gotham Wars. Just imagine Dick walking up towards Bruce and saying, "It might've been my fault last time for not picking up his calls, but this time, you can't deny that this, is all your fault." "How dare you! He was my son!" "You lost him once, and when he came back you treated him worse than any of the loonies in Arkham. You don't miss him at all. You only feel guilty because of your goddamned savior complex. You only treat him like your son when he's dead."

and while we're at it, maybe Tim can have a complete crisis. He had to pick up the pieces of Bruce in the aftermath of Jason's death last time, and look where that got him. All of his friends and family died. He was never truly recognized for guiding Bruce out of the dark, and we all know that Tim is one inconvenience from killing a bitch. Maybe this is it. I actually think it would be hilarious for Tim to take up the Red Hood mantle, Only to screw with Bruce. Because he knows that's what Jason would've wanted.

Have Damian afraid of what Bruce has become in guilt. Have Damians castle of worship for his father come tumbling down, because Damian always knew his father loved all of the previous Robins more than him, and if his father no longer wanted them, what was stopping Bruce from sending him back to the League.

Like DC if you're going to use Jason as a catalyst for an event, kill him off again. last time it was on a whim. This time, do it on purpose. This time, give his death a purpose. This time, make sure his death changes something, because god, Bruce has fucked up so much.

[lilituism]

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[brucewaynehater101]

Protective Dick and Bad Parent Bruce short fic:

Dick, calmly glancing at Batman, leans forward in his chair. The other man shifts his weight at the sight of his oldest.

Dick's eyes narrow as he grabs the file in front of him. He leans back and opens the folder upon his lap. Depicted in cruel clarity are brusies, broken bones, cuts, and other injuries on three separate individuals. It seems the evidence has been collected over a period of time.

Bruce's eyes regard his son as he flicks between each photo. If the man was asked before this confrontation, he would have guessed that Dick's anger would have gotten the better of him. The son would react physically before allowing Bruce to explain. Batman even had contingencies in place to ensure Dick was contained in that instance.

Instead, no emotion is shown on his face. Dick Grayson regards the file as if it were a school assigned reading.

Finally, the young man closes the file and glances up at his father.

"Bruce."

Although Dick's tone is impassive, there's considerable implications in that word.

Did you think this was justified? It wasn't just me? How long?

Bruce remains silent.

Dick purses his lips and nods. Of course the man would refrain from speaking. That is his MO, after all.

Similar to how Bruce reverts back to stony silences, it seems Dick will always revert back to his angry Robin days.

He picks up his chair and slams it into Bruce's gut.

[thegreatflyinggrayson]

Don't get your panties in a twist. I'll take him to dinner first.

- Roy

Roy, if you break Jason’s heart I'll break your bones.

[ao3statistics]

This is self-made. Date: 08.01.2024.

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Guys... come on... give him a break

[red-jaebyrd]

Company For The Lonely

Summary: Dick could kick his own ass for not remembering what this particular day did to Jason every year.

Notes: This fic started off as a small ficlet in response to this art prompt "Lonely" by doc-anders. 

I figured today was the perfect day to reblog this old fic of mine.

It was late and all Dick wanted to do right now was sleep. It had been a particularly busy week patrolling at night and even busier days at work. Every muscle in his body was screaming for rest and a reprieve. He was headed to his bedroom when he thought he heard a faint knock on his door.

He paused in the hallway to listen for another knock. Faintly, there was a second round of rapping on his door accompanied by shuffling feet. Dick racked his brain trying to figure out who would be showing up at his apartment this late at night. Looking into the peephole Dick was caught off guard at who he saw standing at his door. It was Jason. He quickly opened the door.

“Jase! You’re in the Blud. You didn’t call.” 

“Yeah, I was in the neighborhood and figured I’d return your Walkman…” Jason mumbled.

“You’re here at 1am to return the Walkman you stole ten years ago…” Dick joked, but his smile faded as he took in the state of Jason standing in front of him. Jason wasn’t looking at him. There were bags under his eye and they were slowly filling with tears. “Jay, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing…it’s just…” Jason choked out. “…I’m just,”

And before Dick knew it, Jason launched himself at Dick wrapping both arms around him in a hug. “Can I stay here for a while?”

Dick quickly snapped out of his stupor and returned the hug. “You know you can.”

It was the hug from Jay that had startled Dick the most. The sudden embrace and request was more jarring than actually seeing Jason standing outside his apartment at one in the morning. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence to have Jason at his place at this hour, though he usually came through the window, dressed in his uniform, and coming from patrol. Not showing up at his door with a backpack and wearing civvies.

He could feel a measure of tension release from Jason as his grip got tighter. Something had deeply shaken his brother and it was starting to scare Dick. Hugs weren’t something Jason easily gave out to anyone. Jason was more likely to gift him the most expensive pair of Nikes rather than give Dick a hug. Dick knew this first hand. 

To say Jay wasn’t big on hugs wasn’t an exaggeration, but he made an exception for Dick. He typically avoided most physical contact but would at rare times seek out Dick for an awkward one armed hug. Dick respected his space, but sometimes it was hard to refrain from putting his arm around his little brother to fulfil his need for physical touch. Jason never shrugged off the arm, though at times Dick could feel a slight tension in his shoulders and took that as his cue to let go.

When Jay had been younger he would seek out hugs from Dick and even Bruce, but once he had come back from The Pit, something in him had changed. The need for touch had vanished and Dick had missed the hugs from his little brother.  Still there were times that if Dick asked for a hug, Jason would oblige.

Tonight was different. Jason held on to Dick like a lifeline. Clasping onto him as if he would fall apart if he let go. Something must be horribly wrong for Jason to be so needing of contact and company.

“Jase…Jay talk to me, please?” Dick implored, rubbing soothing circles on Jason’s back.

Jason shook his head. “It’s…its stupid. I shouldn’t have…”

“It’s not stupid. Tell me.”

Jason broke the embrace not answering the question. His eyes were wet and red rimmed. “Not right now, but I’ll tell you later.”

Dick nodded his head, “Okay.” He stepped aside gesturing Jason into the apartment.

Dick wasn’t so sure Jason would tell him what was wrong, but he didn’t want to press the issue, or come on too strong. Jason was known for holding all his crap inside until he burst. The casualties of his anger were always the criminals he encountered on patrol. While Jason encouraged his brothers to tell him their shit so they could get it out, Jason never burdened them with his troubles. 

“Okay, Little Wing. I’ll get some fresh sheets and you can have the bed.”

“No, Dick I’ll take the couch,” Jason sniffed, using his sleeve to wipe his eyes. “The couch is fine.”

“Decision is made. You’re getting the bed, I’m getting the couch. C’mon.” Dick took Jason’s backpack from his arm and walked to his bedroom. 

Once he got Jason settled with fresh sheets on his bed, he grabbed a blanket and his pillow and made his way to the living room. Something kept niggling at the back of his brain. Something he was forgetting kept itching, forcing him to remember. Dick walked over to the peg board in his kitchen and glanced at the calendar. He looked at the date and blanched…April 27th.

Shit!

It was April 27th. 

The day everything had changed for Jason. 

The day that his brother had been tortured and horrifically taken from him and Bruce. 

A day that Jason shouldn’t have to remember, yet he knew Jason remembered every detail of that day in the warehouse. From the impact of every hit of the crowbar to the smell of the Joker’s breath on his face taunting his death.  

No wonder Jason showed up at his apartment in his current state. It all made sense now. He didn’t want to be alone, not on this day. Dick could kick his own ass for not remembering what this particular day did to Jason every year. He should have known to look out for the date, but instead he allowed himself to get bogged down with work and cases leaving Jason to fend for himself. 

Shit.

Every year around this time he and Jason made plans to get away from the city. They’d take the Range Rover from Bruce’s garage and drive to the country to go camping and just hang out away from the chaos and trauma of that terrible day. 

Each year Jason revealed to Dick a new detail about the day he had died. It had been unnerving for Dick to hear at first, but he knew that Jason had needed the opportunity to purge the ugliness from his mind. Allowing that darkness to fester inside his little brother wasn’t an option, not when Dick could be that secure presence and nonjudgmental ear Jason had needed to heal. 

Dick never knew what exact words of comfort Jason had wanted to hear during all those times he had divulged a new fact about the warehouse. If he were honest with himself, there were no words to tell Jason to have made him feel better. Instead Dick had done what he felt was the right thing to do. He had kept his mouth shut giving Jason his full attention as he listened to Jason talk without interruption. Dick had desperately tried to school his features but never really succeeded as silent tears were shed with every word from Jason’s mouth. Once Jason had also started crying, story time was over and it was Dick’s turn to pick up the broken pieces with a hug. These camping trips had been the only time Jason’s true vulnerability had shown up. 

It had been the first one of these trips that Jason had opened up to him that on this particular day he had hated being alone. Dick had always thought of Jason as a solitary creature and he had been right. However, when it had come to the anniversary of his death, Jason hated being by himself. 

He had been alone when the Joker had beaten him up in that warehouse. 

He had been alone waiting for Bruce to find him. 

He had been alone when the bomb had finally gone off and killed him.

Dick needed to do something now and fast. He patted softly to the bedroom and knocked lightly.

“Jase…I know you’re awake.” 

Dick opened the door and sat on the bed. 

“I…I know what day it is. I’m sorry I didn’t plan our weekend better. We can still sneak over to the Manor and take the Rover to the mountains. Or we can hang out here, watch movies, and order take out. It’s your choice.”

Jason sat up slowly and turned around to face Dick. He looked so tired and lost, but relieved that Dick had finally figured it out. The sadness in his brother’s eyes was still there and it hurt Dick’s heart. He gently placed a hand on Jason’s shoulder. Jason wrapped his arms around him for another hug. 

“I’m so sorry Jay, I screwed up.”

“Not your fault,” Jason said, breaking the embrace. “We’ve all been pretty busy. You look like shit too by the way.” 

“Thanks,” Dick laughed.

Jason shifted the blankets off of him and swung his legs off the bed.  “I’ll go with you to get the Rover. Maybe we can raid the kitchen while we’re there.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

There was still one more question Dick had to ask Jason. 

“Did you happen to bring my Walkman?”

“Dude, I lost that thing like 10 years ago. It’s long gone.”

“Just as well,” Dick shrugged. “I lost your iPod.”

Jason laughed and threw a pillow at him.

[robinsleeping]

Dad coded

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Damian and Tim are getting along he sees the suspicious glances shared from Jason, and Bruce.

Even Alfred but Dick can't be more happy his two favorite people are getting along.

Today he watched Tim help walk Titus and he found them last night snuggled together in Damian's room.

He couldn't stop himself from flopping down on top of them he woke up so well rested knowing his baby birds were safe and content in his arms.

Don't get him wrong he knows they are up to no good he's also well aware that for a long time now there has been no real animosity between them.

Every fight is carefully calculated to throw Bruce off their trail.

How either a rouge or some dictator would conveniently go missing right after Damian was caught trying to stab Tim.

He's not an idiot and why would his Robin's hide from him.

Dick Grayson has never denied being a bit of a possessive person especially with his little bird's.

So what if evidence is erased or bloody clothes is hidden he has no problem sharing a secret smirk with Tim.

It really wasn't that hard to dissolve the remains of a couple Animal Abusers to see Dami's smile.

He would do anything for his boys and Bruce doesn't have to know exactly how far he will go.

All that matters is Tim and Damian.

He would happily bury Bruce just to hear a giggle from those two.

But for now he will be a good nightwing and cuddle his birds and make sure he gets in on whatever chaos they are causing this week.

It will also be Dick, Tim, and Damian he will do anything to keep it that way.

[bruciemilf]

I know I rave about Jason having a protective streak when it comes to Bruce, but Dick? Dick who wanted murder on his hands since he was 10? Oof.

Super angsty idea, but the Court of Owls abducting the batfamily, except Bruce couldn't slip into the cowl on time.

So it's just the robins and one heavily drugged Bruce Wayne in a room that promises damage.

"Cheeky," Damian tries biting one of them, because of course he does. Dick wouldn't expect less from his little war bird.

Shortly after there's rags over them all. Safe for Jason, who's positively fuming under his helmet, of that, Dick has no doubt. "Batman should've thought you manners. But,"

A collective shiver rips through them all when a gloved hand grabs Bruce's chin, " I'm no better than he is. Starting to feel it, Mr. Wayne?"

Maybe he's faking it. Dick hopes it. But that chilling, hollow numbness fogging Bruce's eyes indicates this is some heavy stuff. That whimper of discomfort sure sounds real.

"He could've joined us. But he wanted the slums instead. He just loves betting on losing dogs. But we're gonna have so much fun with him. And I for one, can't wait for you to watch."

When that sleazy bastard toys with Bruce's belt, Jason kicks the chair Damian's in. "Look away," the order is both quiet and steely and he doesn't think Damian listens over all his struggling.

A snarl fills the oppressive silence of the room. Jason thinks it might’ve been him. But at his right?

Dick is trashing, struggling, pulling, shaking, -- any effort to loosen his restraints. He's shouting behind his gag, growling, with a feral and savage blood-lust dripping off him.

"Aw, don't worry. After I'm done I'll let you have a turn. I know you're ...attached to him."

Dick is violance and rage with skin, and God help the court when he's out of those handcuffs. Batman can take care of himself. But his Tati needs him.

If it's blood they want, he's got the teeth.

I adore aggressive, protective Dick Grayson so much.

[ghost-bxrd]

okay but now i'm imagining how talon!dick would react to jason coming back post lazarus pit

the sheer joy and heartbreak of seeing his baby owl back, but still hurting and not quite himself

Ah, yes, that. Well, Dick would have to be alive in order to see that, no? 👀

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Views From the Mountain

Fandom: DC Comics, Flashfam, Titans

Summary: Dick Grayson takes Jai West camping after Wally said he'd been having problems at school.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Jai West, Dick Grayson, Linda Park, Wally West, Irey West Mention, Wade West Mention

Additional Tags: Hurt Jai West, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Protective Dick Grayson, Uncle-figure Dick Grayson, POV Jai West

Chapter One: Saved by the Bird

I shouldn't have done it. I felt guilty as soon as it happened, and Irey watched in horror as I came to my senses. The classroom was silent. It looked like my meltdown came out of nowhere. I'd hit boiling point a long time ago, though. And no one noticed. I could never quite catch my breath anymore. My chest always felt tight, like I was on the verge of imploding. My heart was a black hole lately, sucking everything in, never to be seen again. I couldn't give my grief any meaning because I had no one to share it with. Bottling it up wasn't working anymore. And that was just the tip of the iceberg. My anger felt bottomless. It wasn't fair. It was no surprise that they sent me home early. 

Mom picked me up, and she didn't seem angry. She had the baby with her, so I indirectly owed him one. Mom stayed silent until we got in the car. "What happened?" Mom asked. She didn't sound angry. It felt like Mom saw it coming but didn't know how to stop it. I wondered if she knew more than she let on. 

“I don’t know… I just—. I blew up,” I mumbled. 

“I understand that… But why?” Mom questioned. I didn’t want to tell her. I didn’t know how to explain to her. How do you tell your mom that your world fell apart because you were doing something she warned you about? I shrugged. “Jai, something’s been wrong for a while now… You can talk to me. I want you to talk to me—.”

"I don't wanna talk," I snapped. Mom didn't deserve that. I felt awful, but I couldn't give myself away. I couldn't tell her. "Mom, I don't wanna talk about it right now… Did I wake Wade up?" 

“No. We just woke up a few minutes before the school called,” Mom replied, “Dad’s home… Did you eat lunch?” 

“Nuh-uh. Is Dad mad?” I asked. I could almost hear the answer. He wasn’t mad. Dad didn’t get angry. He was disappointed. 

“Uncle Dick stopped by to visit… But Dad’s worried about you. We’re all worried about you,” Mom emphasized. “Jai, I love you. You know that, right?” I nodded. 

“I love you too, Mom,” I replied. Then the worst part… Mom pulled into the driveway, and Dad and Uncle Dick were already outside. Dad leaned over and whispered in his ear. Uncle Dick nodded and went inside. 

I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned to get Wade out of his car seat. “Nuh-uh. I’ve got him,” Mom replied, “Dad’s waiting for you.” She pointed toward the porch, and I tried to take as long as possible to get to him. 

He waited until I got to him and took my backpack. “You realize they didn’t send you home early because you’re in trouble… The school is worried about you. Everyone’s worried about you, and we just wanna help,” Dad explained. 

And that made everything a thousand times worse. I couldn’t tell him why I lost my grip at school because that was two—. No. Three. Three big conversations. I couldn’t handle that. Not right now. Probably not ever. “I’m fine… I blew up and everyone blew it out of proportion. I’m okay… And it won’t happen again—.” 

“Wanna try that again? This time, with more feeling,” Dad interrupted, “I think you’re struggling with something.”

“I’m struggling to get in the front door,” I muttered. Dad raised his eyebrow. 

“What was that?” Dad questioned. Mom carried Wade to the front porch. 

“Where’s Dick? I wanna cash in this IOU for a free diaper change,” Mom asked. Dad let her in the house but stopped me at the door. 

“Dad,” I whined. 

“Jai, talk to me. I can’t help you if you don’t let me know what’s wrong,” Dad replied as I failed to get past him a third time. I don’t even know why I tried. “Easy. What’s the rush?” 

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” I insisted. And then it came together in my head. Uncle Dick. The whispering. Dad was hellbent on speaking to me outside. I half-smiled. “I’ll take door number one.” 

“Jai, come on. He’s never going to let me live it down—.” 

“I wanna go inside, Dad,” I replied. He let me through, and Uncle Dick looked up from the changing table. 

“Hey, long time no see,” Uncle Dick grinned, “Wanna hang out with me for a few days?” 

I glanced at Dad, and he shrugged. “Okay,” I replied. 

“Pack a bag. I wanna talk to your mom and dad,” Uncle Dick replied. I obeyed. It was easier to go with him than stay home and deal with everyone interrogating me as if I wasn’t invisible before this happened. 

I packed a bag and tried to creep downstairs to listen, but Dick whistled and ratted me out. “Is that good with you guys?” Dick asked. Dad nodded.

“Jai, there’s one catch regarding our little trip,” Uncle Dick announced. 

“No screens,” Mom explained as she reached out. I gave her my phone. “And stay out of trouble… Both of you.” Mom hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. I didn’t mind. Dad tried to keep it together, but I could tell he wasn’t happy. He pulled me into a hug. 

“We gotta get going. Jai, buddy, pal… Don’t get carried away,” Uncle Dick teased as he scooped me under his arm. 

Uncle Dick carried me to his car and set me down. “It looked tense in there. Yikes,” he whispered. I smiled. “Do you wanna grab a bite to eat? I’m starving.” 

I nodded. “What are you doing here?” I asked. 

“Wally dropped in on me a while back, and I wanted to see you guys—.”

“You’re here because Dad told you I’ve been getting in trouble at school,” I corrected him.

“Who cares if you get sent to the principal’s office? Everyone gets sent to the principal’s office sometimes. I used to get in trouble a lot when I was your age… And I have a few ideas about why you’re getting in trouble, but I’d rather enjoy a few days with my friend’s kid than spend four days out in the middle of nowhere trying to treat you like a suspect,” Uncle Dick confessed. I opened my mouth to say something, and he messed up my hair. “Let’s have a good time. Can we do that?” 

“Sure,” I replied. Knowing Uncle Dick was only there as a buffer between my parents and me was a relief. 

“How’s Irey? I didn’t get the chance to ask about her,” Uncle Dick replied as he headed toward the nearest shopping center. “And where do you wanna eat? I know they’ve got that ready-made pizza spot somewhere around here.” 

“Pizza’s fine… And Irey’s okay. Still annoying,” I replied. Uncle Dick chuckled. 

“Where are we going?” I asked. 

“Before or after we eat?” Uncle Dick questioned. 

“After. You said the next few days—.”

“Four days,” Dick corrected. 

“Where are we going for four days?” I asked.

“It’s a surprise. Just let me be the fun uncle… Okay?” he grinned. I nodded, curious about what his plans were for the weekend, but not stupid enough to ruin a good time. “Are you still writing?” 

“Yeah… I brought my notebook with me,” I answered. 

“Good. I haven’t gotten any Action Log newsletters from you lately, so I was worried you stopped writing,” Uncle Dick replied. I didn’t know he read them. I stopped sending them because I thought I was getting on his nerves. “I liked that you added fiction to your newsletters. You’ve got Linda’s knack for storytelling for sure. The story about the guy who made his shadow come to life with drops of blood? Chills!” 

“You read that one? I thought you were—.” 

“I read everything you send me. I’m sorry that I don’t answer every letter. I got sidetracked with stuff in Gotham and then Blüdhaven… But I read your newsletters all the time. I especially like that they’re handwritten. I appreciate that you consider me when you send your Action Logs,” Uncle Dick reassured me. He made me feel better for a minute. Just a minute… And then I remembered why I felt crappy in the first place.

[miles2g0]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Nightwing (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson Characters: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Whumptober 2022, Hurt Tim Drake, Hurt Dick Grayson, Protective Dick Grayson, Good Older Sibling Dick Grayson, Whump, Monsters, Demons Series: Part 5 of Whumptober 2022 Summary:

Another wave of nausea hit him hard and he felt weakness overtaking him, his legs turning to jelly. “Dick,” he warned. Dick’s attention snapped to him. “Dick I don’t think—I can’t—I ca—” His vision was blackening at the edges and he felt Dick grab a hold of his shoulders to keep him standing. He could hear him speaking, but it sounded like he was underwater. Dammit, Dick needed to go, he shouldn’t be wasting time with Tim’s useless dead weight. “Dick. Dick, go—you—”

 ---- Dick and Tim are at a gala when a demon attacks.