Blüdhaven&#x27;s Blue Bird

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A leather necklace with a charm of a hummingbird attached lays ouspiciously on the ground. Silver moonlight shines brightly on it, revealing an attached piece of paper. The language written on the paper is unknown and foreign, but the heavy weight of a fey favor is written in it.

-⏾⋆.˚

Dick knew a magi charms when he saw it. He pockets the necklace, making a mental note to ask Raven about it the next they meet.

#answered #anonymous

I always think of this when I imagine Nightwing as a bird

But this works for hummingbird nightwing?

"Yeah, both of those definitely feel like me!"

#answered #anonymous

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#NSFW starter call

What would your wings even be? Bird wings? Moth wings? Beetle wings? And from what species?

"Maybe eagle wings, that would be cool. Hummingbird?"

#answered #anonymous

"Steph, next time you're going to crash on the couch give me a warning first."

Stephanie looks up from where she had flopped onto Dick’s couch, groaning.

“Too early,” she complains, pulling the couch blanket higher. “Give me two… no, five more hours…”

Dick sighs. He grabs a pillow from the bedroom and throws at Stephanie, and then heads to the kitchen to brew a pot of drip coffee.

Whatever Steph had been up to, she'd no doubt need a cup of Joe upon facing the day. She had broken in often enough to know how to Iock up (or which window purposefully didn't latch).

Stephanie doesn’t catch the pillow, instead allowing it to hit her with a small “oomf.” She turns a little, blanket pulled all the way up to her nose.

She huffs a bit, frowning. She felt a little silly being so annoyed at something small, but she couldn’t help but feel kind of upset.

One of her professors said she needed “more work” on her essay, the one she worked on for weeks, and gave her a failing grade. Meanwhile, the guy who decided to cram it all into one night got an A+

And then later on patrol she was thrown through a building and got hit with a pipe, but that hurt less than Darren getting a better grade than her.

"Jeez Steph, why not ask Tim for help?" Dick asks, retrieving two mugs from the cabinet (one had a Superman's crest on it, that one was his, no touching!) "Seems way easier than staying up all night groaning at your computer."

Stephanie looks at him and frowns.

“You don’t get it,” she says, then looking up at the roof. “I want to do things on my own. I want to have my achievements be mine. Not Tim’s.”

She rubs a hand over her face and sighs.

“It’s just- It’s frustrating. I worked so hard and I still failed, but some people don’t work at all and get by just fine.”

Grayson crosses to sit on the arm of the couch as the smell of freshly brewing coffee wafts through the room. "Asking for help doesn't mean it's not your achievement. It also doesn't make you any less. Asking for help is hard." He gives Stephanie a head pat. "So, you'll try again and succeed next time...there'll always be people who just get by naturally. Look at the Metas we team up with. When you pass, and you will, it'll be because you worked hard and earned it."

The coffee finished brewing, and Dick stood to pour himself a cup. It was far far too early to be wearing his big brother hat.

Stephanie smiles weakly, but drops it as soon as Dick turns, playing with her bracelets.

“…I’ve asked for enough help already,” she muttered to herself, before sighing and smiling. “Thanks for making me coffee, Wing. Goodness knows I need it.”

She stood up to take the plain mug, remembering how Barbara told her that any Superman merch was always Dick’s no matter what, and takes a sip, licking her lips.

“Ah yes, gasoline, an old friend,” she jokes, taking another sip.

#thegirlblunder spoiler #[purple problem child; stephanie]

"Did I tell you, that when I started working with the Titans, I fell behind in school?" He takes a small sip, and takes a moment to enjoy the feeling of the warm ambrosia moving through. "I must have asked Cyborg for help every night for a year...and every time it felt awful, to have to swallow my pride." He gives Stephanie a smile, "But he never made me feel bad, because that's what friends, family, does."

So how do you feel about Dick's from the multiverse getting wings? Or Spoiler having them? Would you want them?

"Wings would be cool...but I've founds ways to fly without needing more appendages."

#Answered #anonymous

"Steph, next time you're going to crash on the couch give me a warning first."

Stephanie looks up from where she had flopped onto Dick’s couch, groaning.

“Too early,” she complains, pulling the couch blanket higher. “Give me two… no, five more hours…”

Dick sighs. He grabs a pillow from the bedroom and throws at Stephanie, and then heads to the kitchen to brew a pot of drip coffee.

Whatever Steph had been up to, she'd no doubt need a cup of Joe upon facing the day. She had broken in often enough to know how to Iock up (or which window purposefully didn't latch).

Stephanie doesn’t catch the pillow, instead allowing it to hit her with a small “oomf.” She turns a little, blanket pulled all the way up to her nose.

She huffs a bit, frowning. She felt a little silly being so annoyed at something small, but she couldn’t help but feel kind of upset.

One of her professors said she needed “more work” on her essay, the one she worked on for weeks, and gave her a failing grade. Meanwhile, the guy who decided to cram it all into one night got an A+

And then later on patrol she was thrown through a building and got hit with a pipe, but that hurt less than Darren getting a better grade than her.

"Jeez Steph, why not ask Tim for help?" Dick asks, retrieving two mugs from the cabinet (one had a Superman's crest on it, that one was his, no touching!) "Seems way easier than staying up all night groaning at your computer."

Stephanie looks at him and frowns.

“You don’t get it,” she says, then looking up at the roof. “I want to do things on my own. I want to have my achievements be mine. Not Tim’s.”

She rubs a hand over her face and sighs.

“It’s just- It’s frustrating. I worked so hard and I still failed, but some people don’t work at all and get by just fine.”

#thegirlblunder spoiler #[purple problem child; stephanie]

Grayson crosses to sit on the arm of the couch as the smell of freshly brewing coffee wafts through the room. "Asking for help doesn't mean it's not your achievement. It also doesn't make you any less. Asking for help is hard." He gives Stephanie a head pat. "So, you'll try again and succeed next time...there'll always be people who just get by naturally. Look at the Metas we team up with. When you pass, and you will, it'll be because you worked hard and earned it."

The coffee finished brewing, and Dick stood to pour himself a cup. It was far far too early to be wearing his big brother hat.

superheroes-or-whatever

Nightwing by Matthew Clark

Outsiders (2003-2007) #47-48

#[visage; in the spotlight]

//Since Dick is the big brother Robin, it's absolutely normal to find any combination and number of the Batfam (or BatBrood as I prefer) to crash at his place. He's gotten used to leaving out blankets and pillows. Coffee is also one of the few things that are always stocked in his apartment. (The others being cereal and heavy duty guaze)

#HC #out of wingdings

"Are you following me?"

Vyna stopped, oops caught. Her lips were between trying an innocent smile and pressed in a line of guilt.

“Me? What, no, no I wasn’t-”

The kryptonian sigh.

“Okay, maybe I was, but I was asked to-”

"Asked?" During the day, Dick Grayson was in his police blues, leaving many unaware of his vigilante escapades as Nightwing.

"By who?" Officer Grayson asks, giving the woman a once over, and clocking the power ring on her finger.

Vyna laughed in an awkward way, rubbing the palm of her hands together nervously before handing over a piece of paper.

“Okay, don’t make fun of me, a young woman asked me to give you a paper with her number on it, she didn’t have the courage to, I wanted to help, and I didn’t know how to approach you without being weird… Annnd ended up being weird anyway”

Richard blinks and nods. With a sigh and a gruff "mph" He takes the scrap of paper. "Thanks...wish I could say this was the first time but..." Dick never really understood the trope, but for some reason people liked a handsome police officer. "You just, offered to help a stranger?" He asks.

The kryptonian looked at him, well she can see why it happens often, but she understood how with time it can get old, so she gave him a friendly smile.

“Well, I mean if I can be of help why not right? I’m on a solo vacation here, I got plenty of time to do so, and she looking like a lost puppy I couldn't say no to that.”

That made him smile, there weren't enough good people in the world. "She's going to be disappointed when I don't call." He says with a small chuckle. "Ya know, most people would probably be intimidated walking up to a complete stranger." Dick notes with a polite grin.

#superstarry oc

"Steph, next time you're going to crash on the couch give me a warning first."

Stephanie looks up from where she had flopped onto Dick’s couch, groaning.

“Too early,” she complains, pulling the couch blanket higher. “Give me two… no, five more hours…”

Dick sighs. He grabs a pillow from the bedroom and throws at Stephanie, and then heads to the kitchen to brew a pot of drip coffee.

Whatever Steph had been up to, she'd no doubt need a cup of Joe upon facing the day. She had broken in often enough to know how to Iock up (or which window purposefully didn't latch).

Stephanie doesn’t catch the pillow, instead allowing it to hit her with a small “oomf.” She turns a little, blanket pulled all the way up to her nose.

She huffs a bit, frowning. She felt a little silly being so annoyed at something small, but she couldn’t help but feel kind of upset.

One of her professors said she needed “more work” on her essay, the one she worked on for weeks, and gave her a failing grade. Meanwhile, the guy who decided to cram it all into one night got an A+

And then later on patrol she was thrown through a building and got hit with a pipe, but that hurt less than Darren getting a better grade than her.

#thegirlblunder spoiler #[purple problem child; stephanie]

"Jeez Steph, why not ask Tim for help?" Dick asks, retrieving two mugs from the cabinet (one had a Superman's crest on it, that one was his, no touching!) "Seems way easier than staying up all night groaning at your computer."

How is it having huge ass violet wings draped over your couch?

"Uh. Wouldn't be the weirdest thing that's been on my couch....oh, you mean Spoiler? Happens more often than you'd think."

#answered

"Are you following me?"

Vyna stopped, oops caught. Her lips were between trying an innocent smile and pressed in a line of guilt.

“Me? What, no, no I wasn’t-”

The kryptonian sigh.

“Okay, maybe I was, but I was asked to-”

"Asked?" During the day, Dick Grayson was in his police blues, leaving many unaware of his vigilante escapades as Nightwing.

"By who?" Officer Grayson asks, giving the woman a once over, and clocking the power ring on her finger.

Vyna laughed in an awkward way, rubbing the palm of her hands together nervously before handing over a piece of paper.

“Okay, don’t make fun of me, a young woman asked me to give you a paper with her number on it, she didn’t have the courage to, I wanted to help, and I didn’t know how to approach you without being weird… Annnd ended up being weird anyway”

Richard blinks and nods. With a sigh and a gruff "mph" He takes the scrap of paper. "Thanks...wish I could say this was the first time but..." Dick never really understood the trope, but for some reason people liked a handsome police officer. "You just, offered to help a stranger?" He asks.

#superstarry oc

"Steph, next time you're going to crash on the couch give me a warning first."

Stephanie looks up from where she had flopped onto Dick’s couch, groaning.

“Too early,” she complains, pulling the couch blanket higher. “Give me two… no, five more hours…”

#thegirlblunder spoiler #[purple problem child; Stephanie]

Dick sighs. He grabs a pillow from the bedroom and throws at Stephanie, and then heads to the kitchen to brew a pot of drip coffee.

Whatever Steph had been up to, she'd no doubt need a cup of Joe upon facing the day. She had broken in often enough to know how to Iock up (or which window purposefully didn't latch).

"Are you following me?"

Vyna stopped, oops caught. Her lips were between trying an innocent smile and pressed in a line of guilt.

“Me? What, no, no I wasn’t-”

The kryptonian sigh.

“Okay, maybe I was, but I was asked to-”