NIGHTWING.

[bcywndr]

BABSGORDCN  //  GORDON,  BARBARA.

she leaned into the touch in a nearly immediate reaction as she struggled to find the right words to explain. everything was going to hell, and it would be a lie to say she didn’t spend the last half hour on her shower floor sobbing while hot water stung against her wounds. she’d only just gotten dressed before he arrived, hair damp and christmas pajamas contradicting bruised skin. “if you think i look bad you should see the other guy.” she tried to quip, but her voice broke and her hands were shaking. “girl, actually. dinah… she was drinking and wanted to go out to patrol. i told her no. a lot of things were said and –– it just got really bad.” it was the best explanation she could offer, a cut and swollen lip trembling. “i’m really happy you’re here though.” and that was the truth of it, she would lean on him as she’d done before with no promise in return and it was selfish because she knew he wouldn’t deny her. she needed to do better than that, for him, to make sure she didn’t destroy another relationship with one of the most important people to her.

“babs...” a reprimand. the joke isn’t appreciated, clearly. he would’ve made the same joke if the situation was reversed, yet hates it when the joke slips out of her lips. he hates seeing the love of his life with purple bruises, a cut lip and puffy eyes from crying. she can handle herself, even better than he can, but the fear of losing someone he loves remains present. “dinah did this---” his fingers don’t leave her skin, but he looks over his shoulder, glances at the window he just walked in. leaving is never taken into consideration, but instincts tell him to search for black canary and avenge barbara. “do you want to talk about it?” he’s as cautious to his words as he is to his touch. slowly, his thumb runs along her lower lip, examining the cut, but careful to not touch it. “always,” he mutters, clutching her to him, pressing his lips to her temple, her cheek, the corner of her lips. he wants to heal her, if only he had such power.

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LAWYCR  //  LANE,  LUCY.

“every day is one of those days for you, grayson,” lucy snorted. still, she produced the money and paid for both of their coffees. “you owe me,” she then added, taking a grateful sip from the drink she had ordered. “how far along are you in the duke case?”

“i--- you got me there,” he mumbles, watching the exchange of money for coffees with an embarrassed grin. in response, he raises a hand to his brow, twitching it down in a two-finger salute. “you clearly didn’t do this from the goodness of your heart,” he states with a roll of eyes, all in a playful manner, and shrugs. “evidence was sent to the lab for analysis. we’re waiting. we have a few theories, though.”

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IHAVEANARSENAL  //  HARPER,  ROY.

“you better get me something nice for christmas,” roy tutted, getting his wallet out and leaning over the counter to pay, ordering his own coffee while he was at it. “been a while, dickiebird. how’re you doing?”

“uh, yeah, about that...” he trails off, fingernails scraping through the pelt at the back of his neck. “would you classify a mug as nice? not that i got you a mug for christmas, nope.” he shrugs. “eh, you know me. nothing can really keep me down. you? how’s the kid?”

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WCNDERGRLS  //  SANDSMARK, CASSIE.

“oh how the mighty have fallen. weren’t you raised by one of the richest people in the world?” she teased, pulling some cash out of her pocket. “you’re lucky i feel so giving. but for the record, i wholeheartedly believe you should have everything you own labelled ‘if found, call this number’ – including yourself, and make it alfred’s number.”

“that’s... so not the issue. i have money, i just forgot my wallet,” he explains. she’s mocking him, he knows. her words even bring an annoyed roll of eyes out of him. “what makes you think i don’t already have? well, my underwear does, at least. i’d like to think that, if i do get lost one day, i’ll be wearing underwear. is it wishful thinking?”

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“hey,” dick greets, a grin lightening his face as he rifles through his pockets, coming up empty. this has happened too many times before - he forgot his wallet. “you mind taking pity on a fellow american and buying me a coffee? it’s for a good cause, i swear. forgot my my wallet in my other jeans, been one of those days.”

[bcywndr]

not hearing from babs was odd. even after moments that make them question their decision to break up or their decision to remain friends - she would visit, call or leave a message. she needs space, he figures, but after almost losing her, after bringing her home in his arms, after gentle platonic kisses, and snuggling and nuzzling into each other’s necks all through the night, he can’t help but want more of her. he has no right, but he knows no limits - he takes what he can get. when it comes to her, whatever he gets is worth it. so, climbing through her window after patrolling isn’t a surprise. a surprise, however, is the plight he finds her in. “what the…” he trails off, hesitant as he takes a few steps forward, reducing the distance between them. “who did this to you?” he is eager to touch as if his fingers would heal her bruises; he carefully cups her cheeks, softly inspecting each dark mark on her skin with his thumbs. “babs… what happened?”  //  @bxtgirlisms

[nytewing]

Dick Grayson in Titans #18

[insurgencyhqinspo]

dick grayson ( @bcywndr ) + text posts

[bane--lightwood]

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BXTGIRLISMS  //  GORDON,  BARBARA.

“well, i’m okay, really. although –– if i’m not looking directly at you, it’s because there’s like four of you right now.” she admitted, pushing herself to sit up regardless of her body’s protest. barbara knew too much about how he was feeling right now, because the roles had been reversed various times in their past. she knew what that fear was, the sinking feeling that told her it didn’t matter what their relationship was, he was one of the most important people in her life. “come here –” her hand held out, offering for him to come sit with her. he was too far away, or maybe that was her concussion. “and i can still move everything, too, so i’ve been worse. and if anyone can make tasteless jokes about that, it’s me.”

“hey, hey--- try to focus on the handsomest one, alright? that’s me,” he jokes, but as soon she tries to sit up, a hand lifts to tell her to remain laid down. “babs, stay---” though, his head shakes and he sighs because a warning is useless. she’s far too stubborn, and usually got her way. “you need to rest,” he tells, but does as asked, leaving his chair to sit on the bed. a small chuckle leaves his lips at the terrible joke, his fingers reach out on impulse to sweep stray red locks of hair from her face. they have their ons and offs, but he has always been on. she is the most important person in his life - she knows it. he would do anything to protect her. “still. me, leaving you? not happening, red.”

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BXTGIRLISMS  //  GORDON,  BARBARA.

her heart was beating, that was an upside. the bad being that she could feel it in her skull – a throbbing that made her groan before her eyes even opened. she wanted to just go back to sleep, but her memory was too clear, even for a girl with a probable concussion. the explosions had put them all to work and everyone was busy dealing with their own crisis. fire had spread to a daycare, and there were children to get out. she’d gotten the last child out but wasn’t fast enough for herself as debris fell and she went unconscious. her clothes were different, comfortable compared to her suit, and she knew the familiar bed. pushing dizziness aside, her attention turned to who she already knew was sitting there. “i always love your company, dick, but there are other people you should be helping. i’m okay.”

just in time. he got to her just in time. they’ve been in that position so many times before - so close to death. he lives by many promises, and he owes to his mother and father to face fear with a grin, but no amount of preparation could ever steel him for the moment barbara almost dies. it hurts, and every time it happens, it takes a piece of him with it. he keeps such emotions within, they’re not together after all. yet, he can’t help it, he cares. so he takes her home, tends to her wounds, and watches her sleep. his promise to bruce is momentarily forgotten. barbara is his priority. “i talked to alfie. bruce can handle it, and jason, tim, even damian is out there. they don’t need me right now. --------- yeah, well, i want to see it for myself.”

[jamesvaldez]

[daddariodaily]

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MOREMONSTERSOUTTHERE  //  KANE,  KATE.

“the free booze isn’t bad.” she shrugged, watching him eat. “i will never understand how you batkids,” kate said quietly, “can eat so damn much, i swear.” she hummed, sipping her drink. “i think it’s something to do with central, to be honest. nothing’s ever quite the same outside of gotham.”

“i don’t drink and perform insane rooftop acrobatics with just a batclaw anymore. it’s not safe,” he tells, shoving another appetizer into his mouth. “that’s because we’re growing,” he points out, a laugh escaping his lips. “well, i will never understand how you’re all bones and no meat. seriously, talk to alfie. not sure if that’s healthy, and that’s coming from someone who eats cereal for every meal.” he shrugs. “eh, i don’t miss gotham all that much. that was bruce’s home, not mine.”

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“i wish somebody would have told me thatsome day, these will be the good old daysall the love you won’t forgetand all these reckless nights you won’t regretsomeday soon, your whole life’s gonna changeyou’ll miss the magic of these good old days”

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[ ✉ to boy roy 💦🤱🏹 | 1:55 pm ]: …did you know your daughter has a crush on damian?[ ✉ to boy roy 💦🤱🏹 | 1:56 pm ]: goddamnit[ ✉ to boy roy 💦🤱🏹 | 1:56 pm ]: i totally violated our tea party confidentiality[ ✉ to boy roy 💦🤱🏹 | 1:57 pm ]: …pretend you don’t know[ ✉ to boy roy 💦🤱🏹 | 1:57 pm ]: but seriously……. damian

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VAGRANTHOOD  //  TODD,  JASON.

jason just rolled his eyes. it was typical of dick to judge his methods, but at the end of the day? jason always got the job done - drunk or no drunk. he was always willing to do what batman and nightwing could never do and he was never going to apologise for that. he couldn’t. “i don’t need your approval. i’m not here to dance around like a wind-up fucking monkey for you. i don’t care what you think so keep it to your damn self,” jason growled, though he knew deep down that was never fully true. he once yearned for the first robin’s approval and that never went away. not really.

“i don’t care! i’m not you,” jason pushed the older male again. the comparisons - one robin to another, it was something that jason could never stand. he hated it with every fibre of his being, and dick standing there telling him how he himself felt when he wore that suit? he couldn’t stand it. this was his life not dick’s, and it was his life that had ended. the constant reminder of that made his heavy laden eyes glimmer with moisture that he would forever refuse to acknowledge. jason was not weak and he was especially not weak emotionally, but now? these days? he was driven by the anger and hate that boiled his blood, but below all of that lay the sadness of a broken boy who’s life had been stolen from him. he had been led to believe that this new life was a gift, that he’d be able to continue where he was needed and do what was necessary. yet here he was, facing opposition on every single side; being made to feel things that he didn’t want to feel. “don’t call me that,” jason growled through gritted teeth. he fought against the hold on his wrists but eventually gave up, slumping a little. “don’t fucking say that.”

he sighs, feeling everything from anger to worry, but lingering on grief. he realizes, once again, the boy who wore robin’s costume is long gone. it’s easy to forget as the same boy stands in front of him. he recognizes how lazarus’ pit can change one’s character. “i don’t want you to be a puppet. i want you to be reasonable because i know you can be,” he retorts, though the other’s words upset him. he is no saint, no god. he never expects to be treated as one. yet, he expected his respect would mean something to someone who he has always respected.

“you’re not me, i never said you were. i don’t like the comparisons either, jason,” he mumbles as he’s jostled, grip tightens around the other’s wrists. “but this--- this is what you stood for once. this is what we all stood for as robin. we don’t purge evil with evil, we fight against it with morals bruce taught us.” it’s his justice and he follows it faithfully. he remembers when jason’s way of justice crossed his mind. he wanted to avenge his parents’ death, and a kill for a kill seemed fair once. “you are my brother,” he repeats, removing the other’s hands from his shirt. “i failed you. i wasn’t a brother to you, not like i am to tim and damian. that’s my mistake, it’s one of the things i regret the most, but you are my brother.”

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DCTSPIVOT  //  SPIVOT,  PATTY.

“i’m sure it is,” patty laughed. she honestly didn’t really know how she came to be in this position but the laughter coming from her throat told her not to focus too much on it. she had fun, he had fun; safe fun. wasn’t that enough? “pretty much everyone except you,” she snorted, scooping her spoon into the bowl. she took a bite and chewed absently, falling silent as she ate the spoonful. “i’m guessing you’re the type that doesn’t really know what real food is? you need to be educated, grayson.”

fingers drum against the kitchen table’s surface, amusement lit in his eyes as his head tilts to the side. “that’s... you got me there,” he mumbles. then again, she doesn’t know about his night job. their relationship, if he could address what they have as such, is far too premature and remains physical for the most part. he calls her when he’s lonely, she calls him when she needs a distraction. it works for them. “real food? what’s that?” he jokes, though he remembers his mother’s mac n’ cheese and breakfast made by alfred at the wayne manor. “do you have any plans for today? maybe you could educate me, spivot.”