Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson roleplay sideblog.

[bludhavenbirder]

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Hello! I'm Ev. My pronouns are they/them. I used to be an avid roleplayer, but fell out of the habit for several years. I'm interested in getting back into it, so feel free to shoot me a message if you're interested in writing with me. Below are the rules and some other important info.

This is a sideblog, so you won't be followed by this handle. If you've got any questions about how that may impact roleplaying, you can shoot me a message or an ask.

I don't roleplay with minors.

I am open to roleplaying with any fandoms as well as OCs! If you send me a meme or a starter out of the blue, I might message you to work some things out before responding, but I am excited to get to know your characters!

I am interested in writing Dick Grayson during his time as Nightwing and his time as Robin. I'm also open to AUs.

Tagging— if I haven't tagged something that is triggering, let me know and I'll fix it ASAP. The blog will contain canon-typical violence. Tags are formatted like "tw: material" such as "tw: overdose" or "tw: discussion of suicide" but will also be under a cut.

I'm fairly open to writing characters discussing most topics and dealing with the aftermath of things, but there are certain things I will not write happening "on screen." Those are rape, sexual harassment, eye gore, animal death or abuse. I'm alright to write characters discussing those things, but I've a hard line against deleting them.

If things get steamy, it'll go under a read more. I'm not against writing smut, but it's not something that usually interests me.

I'm open to shipping with chemistry. If you play a character who Dick is canonically in a romantic relationship with at some point in the comics, let's chat about it before writing specific romantic plot. If you write a character who doesn't, we also need to chat before writing anything romantic/one character coming on to the other.

No romantic relationships with Batman or the other Robins.

I'm usually on mobile, so formatting will be limited.

You can reblog memes and art and the like from me, if you want. Do not reblog threads unless you are the person I'm writing with please and thanks.

Don't spam like.

On inspiration— I mostly draw from the comics, leaning heavy on Chuck Dixon. I've seen a few animated films here and there, but most of my inspiration comes from the comics. In terms of content I see referenced often, I feel that I should mention that I haven't watched any Teen Titans shows and I haven't read WFA. I'm also not super up to date on current runs because I prefer to read trade paperbacks. If you have any questions about whether or not I've consumed a particular piece of media, feel free to shoot me a message! I don't have any particularly strong opinions on fanon beyond the fact that I don't enjoy the idea that Dick is either a goofy, happy guy or someone full of rage— my philosophy with the character is that someone who feels sorrow and rage as deeply as he does is someone who can also feel joy and love with the same level of intensity.

On response time— I work full time and my job has varying and weird hours. If I haven't responded in a week, please shoot me a message. Based on how busy my life is, I may queue some responses.

Tags— you can find memes under #prompts, wishlist under #wishlist, open starters under #starters, headcanons under #headcanon, out of character content under #ooc, threads that take place while Dick is Robin under #Robin-era. Most art of characters are tagged with their first name, but art of Batman/Bruce Wayne is tagged under #the-bat and Dick is tagged under #the-guy-himself.

[salylockheart]

Batgirl

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM "VIDE NOIR" BY LORD HURON *  assorted lines from the 2018 album, adjust as necessary

tell me, how does a man change the universe?

will i ever be forgiven for the crime of my life?

if i lost you, i think i would die.

was everything you said just a lie?

what a fool am i.

you never loved me.

now i know that i can't lift an old curse.

i had a dream that you came to me.

you wore nothing more than your raven hair.

you pulled me from a nightmare.

i know i wanna love you.

take me out of this place.

i've come for you, my love.

don't you know you're my everything?

i could use a few laughs and a couple of songs.

so what if i never come back again?

i am only an aimless soul.

where can you go when it's all in your head?

these are the last words that i ever said.

will the curse be reversed if i say it backwards?

you can't crawl back without making a choice.

you cheated death and sealed your fate.

put on your new dress tonight.

you told me you're never gonna die.

how am i supposed to sleep through the night?

i can't forget that look in your eye.

the life i've lived is only dust.

don't know what to believe, but i know i'm alive.

i was nearly destroyed when i looked in your eyes.

i came back from the edge.

i lie awake and say your name into the night.

i guess she's gone for good.

she went west to chase her dreams.

she took my money, but she didn't take me.

why go wander unknown worlds?

i don't know who i am.

everything comes and goes.

heaven won't let me in. i don't know why.

i've prayed enough.

i don't know where i am.

i haven't got a thing to lose.

i quit my job and packed my car.

are you dead or are you alive?

i have traced them thousands of times.

all my days are filled with mourning.

all my nights are empty.

leave me where i lie.

i don't care if i live or die.

i will never ever love another one the way i loved her.

i came to have my fortune told.

i gotta get away from here.

i'm alive for now but good as dead.

i can't evade my fate.

then i won't sit around and wait.

gone are the days of laughter and love.

we've all had enough.

i scream and shout like this just to prove to the world that i still exist.

i don't believe in life, and i won't believe in death 'til i die.

i will wait by the river in the light of the moon.

i will wait for you.

someday i'll be dead and gone.

i won't be forgiven for what i've done.

if i can't change the weather, maybe i can change your mind.

if we can't be together, what's the point of life?

baby, i didn't mean the things i said.

i'm a fool. i'm just a man.

if i can't touch your body, can i touch the sky?

can i cross beyond that line?

is it in my mind?

will i find you when the night is over?

i've been searching high and low.

by the stars above, i know we were in love.

i feel the weather change.

will i hold you when the night is over?

[bat-bleed]

[bludhavenbirder]

Dick's eyes don't leave the man, determined to find some proof that this wasn't Bruce. From the brief glance over Dick had taken when carrying the from the Pit, it was clear he didn't have Bruce's scars. There was no bite mark on his left shoulder. The scar on Bruce's left arm was missing— Dick wasn't sure when it came from, but looked like a bullet graze. Whatever it was, it wasn't on this man. That doesn't stop the anger flaring beneath Dick's skin when his eyes meet the stranger's.

He shifts toward the wall in a sudden motion, almost trying to shake the feeling. He reaches up to where the wall meets the ceiling. Water had leaked through before freezing into a small patch of icicles. Maybe not enough to quench a thirst, but enough to alleviate a dry mouth. Dick rips a chunk off and crosses the small space to offer it to the man, cursing himself as he does so. No reason to tie himself with the most notable guy here when Dick was thinking about leaving. It would be easier to just disappear.

"If you win you get to sleep on this shitty mattress instead of the floor," Dick says with a mirthless chuckle. "No, they left you there. Thought this might be nicer. Guess I should know better than to expect a thank you."

Dick rests his hands on his own shoulders, massaging the chill from the icicles into his muscles as he paces, an eye always on the stranger. He was exhausted and nursing injuries of his own, but it was nothing compared to what this stranger would be feeling after a night like that. Dick had been there about a week. The people in charge were amused by him, it seemed— they thought he was still faltering when it came time to kill. His skills were enough to keep him around for the first few days, but he could sense the impatience from those that watched him.

Dick was getting restless. His confidence still surged and fell in the same violent tides as before. He had been paying half attention to the Pit, planning his escape, when the man had entered. Dick's eyes had barely left him since then. The resemble to Bruce had frightened Dick, but still. The man, whoever he actually was, was hurt. No reason not to help him.

[cxpedcrusxder]

         🦇—-;; Of course Bruce noticed the way he's being watched, but given the amount of people who've been looking at him and scrutinizing him over the last couple of years, he's not going to say anything about it. Because he's used to it. Besides, it's not any of his business if he's liked by a stranger or not. He just had to wonder if they'd teach him now that he's proved himself. He didn't come all this way to get this far to be sent away just because he wouldn't bend his own rules.

He looks at the icicle he's offered, it's probably not going to be plesant, but given that he's been in worse conditions than this place, he'd take what he could get. He knew he needed the water anyway. He needed a lot of things, probably medical attention, and a decent meal too, but...a little bit of water will do for now. He does at least use some of the ice he's handed to fix his dry mouth problem, ignoring how cold it was.

Bruce's gaze does return to the man and he frowns at him. Did this kid have a problem with him? He wouldn't be the first if he's honest, but why? Bruce doesn't know him. Whatever his damage was, Bruce didn't want to be part of it. "If you wanted a thank you, just say so, don't be an ass." He grumbled.

He'd need to find a way to get a letter to Alfred, since he'd been doing so every so often to let the old man know he's still breathing. Even if he rarely heard back, Bruce knew better than to just abandon the only person he considers family that he had left. He'd already done a lot when he'd run away from home to start this journey of learning. He knows he's close to the end of it now. Just this final hurdle, and then he can go home and start getting ready for the next step.

He shifts again on this old mattress, looking down at it, taking stock of the room, his arms moving a little to try and warm up a little bit, maybe ease the ache out of his muscles too, ignoring his actual injuries for the moment. He'd learned already that pain can be pushed through to a degree, he's quite sure anyone else in his position probably wouldn't have even been able to sit up. He does wince though, giving away that he is perhaps a little more hurt than he's letting on. He curses under his breath and huffs, hand once again resting against his ribs.

[bludhavenbirder]

"You've got a broken rib," Dick nods to where the man's hand rests. His brows come together slightly as he considers. There wasn't much in the way of healthcare here— the shitty mattress alone passed as a luxury. The closest thing to a painkiller was the ice and snow. The only other option was several miles down the mountain— he had trudged through patches of pineapple weed on the way up. It was pretty useful as a painkiller in tea, but he hadn't had the forethought to collect any. He could tough it out through whatever injuries he got and never had the intention of helping anyone else.

Not much use at that distance, but remembering the plant put Dick's mind back on leaving. There's not much to learn here. The techniques he had seen were things Bruce had taught him. Even thousands of miles away, Dick couldn't escape that man's shadow. Maybe it wasn't something he could get away from. The ache in his chest that told him to go home had only grown over the past couple of weeks, as much as he dreaded having to face the Titans and everything else waiting for him.

Dick could pick up now and leave. This man wasn't in a position to stop him even if he wanted. And it's not like the stranger would die without Dick's help— but still. There was something telling him to stay, and Dick trusted his intuition.

"Just cough every once in a while. It'll help prevent pneumonia," Dick says, can't help giving the same advice Alfred had given him when he first broke a rib. Word for word. "And if you take issue with my bedside manner now, wait until you have a preventable problem."

[veliya01]

The songbird

Imagine how frustrating it must've been to wake up in the middle of the night to the silence you now have to get used to

[noreen-seee]

[scribblesgalore]

Doodled my favorite wonder of the world <3

[erasingrain]

Dick Grayson 🤝 Not sitting still ever

Canon that this man will walk on top your furniture while he rants

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Also tells you ALOT the fact that Barbara is absolutely unphased

[bludhavenbirder]

Dick had traveled thousands of miles and spilled a lot of blood, his own and others, to be there. To try and figure out…something. To be capable of handling things on his own. He'd have to now, since Bruce had cut the line connecting the two of them. And if he couldn't handle things on his own, he'd have no place leading the Titans.

It had been too hard being around his friends. The way their brows furrowed when they looked at him, the sorrow clear in their eyes when they thought he wasn't looking at them. Even in the Tower, Bruce's shadow overwhelmed Dick. So he had left in search of new teachers.

And then this…man had walked into the frozen world Dick had thrown himself into. When Dick first saw him, anger surged through him. Couldn't shake how satisfying the idea of beating the shit out of him would be, even if this stranger was just a lookalike. Dick knew he couldn't raise his hand against him. It was clear that others felt the same way. Easier for Dick to blend in, but deeply upsetting. This man was so similar. But there's no way it could be him. Too young.

Dick had hung back in the shadows, was watching when the stranger collapsed. Dick picked him up, carried him to an abandoned room deep in the caves. He wasn't sure why it had been left, but had scoped it out thoroughly enough that he knew others wouldn't be coming in. Dick had taken notice because it would be a good place to recover and hide if he needed. It would be just as useful for this man, whoever he was.

"Still Norway," Dick says, not moving from his own corner of the room. "That was impressive."

[cxpedcrusxder]

         🦇—-;; Bruce had spent the better part of his early adulthood searching for teachers, to learn the skills and combat abilities he'd need to take on Gotham. His body already carried scars from his previous teachers, who taught him everything they could before even his own anger proved too much for them and they sent him on his way to find the next one. The fighting pit was where he'd ended up when he tried to approach this particular teacher. He'd been thrown in there in the hopes he'd throw away those 'stupid morals' of his.

Before he'd proved his ability, he'd been mocked for his unwillingness to kill, he remembers that much vividly. He had enough death in his life, seen it enough in Gotham growing up. He promised his parents he wouldn't ever cross that line, no matter how angry he got. And now he's sitting here, beaten, exhausted. His bruises ache and the pressure cuts he had, the injuries were no surprise but the matter he'd been moved was what surprises him.

He coughs, watching the stranger carefully. Wary to actually take his eyes off him, given how hostile this place has been since he arrived, he didn't want to let his guard down. A lot of the other fighters thought he was just a stupid American on a foolish path to get himself killed. He sighs a little, bringing his hand to his side and he huffs, trying to get some moisture back into his mouth, swallowing lightly and wincing because even that action was uncomfortable.

"Figures..." He mumbled, shifting a little to sit up a little better. It's still cold in here and he notes he's still in the clothes he'd been fighting in. Did they drag him out and just leave him here? Christ. His hand moves to brush his hair back from his face, it's just long enough he could probably pull it back into a short ponytail, not that he would, not at the moment. "Just surprised I'm not still in the Pit."

His gaze flickers away, but it doesn't leave the other man entirely just yet. "I only did what I said I'd do." Which was prove to them that he could do it without having to break his own personal rules. Was that impressive? He's not sure, but since he's not dead, he can assume someone up top was impressed, or scared. He'd take either.

[bludhavenbirder]

Dick's eyes don't leave the man, determined to find some proof that this wasn't Bruce. From the brief glance over Dick had taken when carrying the from the Pit, it was clear he didn't have Bruce's scars. There was no bite mark on his left shoulder. The scar on Bruce's left arm was missing— Dick wasn't sure when it came from, but looked like a bullet graze. Whatever it was, it wasn't on this man. That doesn't stop the anger flaring beneath Dick's skin when his eyes meet the stranger's.

He shifts toward the wall in a sudden motion, almost trying to shake the feeling. He reaches up to where the wall meets the ceiling. Water had leaked through before freezing into a small patch of icicles. Maybe not enough to quench a thirst, but enough to alleviate a dry mouth. Dick rips a chunk off and crosses the small space to offer it to the man, cursing himself as he does so. No reason to tie himself with the most notable guy here when Dick was thinking about leaving. It would be easier to just disappear.

"If you win you get to sleep on this shitty mattress instead of the floor," Dick says with a mirthless chuckle. "No, they left you there. Thought this might be nicer. Guess I should know better than to expect a thank you."

Dick rests his hands on his own shoulders, massaging the chill from the icicles into his muscles as he paces, an eye always on the stranger. He was exhausted and nursing injuries of his own, but it was nothing compared to what this stranger would be feeling after a night like that. Dick had been there about a week. The people in charge were amused by him, it seemed— they thought he was still faltering when it came time to kill. His skills were enough to keep him around for the first few days, but he could sense the impatience from those that watched him.

Dick was getting restless. His confidence still surged and fell in the same violent tides as before. He had been paying half attention to the Pit, planning his escape, when the man had entered. Dick's eyes had barely left him since then. The resemble to Bruce had frightened Dick, but still. The man, whoever he actually was, was hurt. No reason not to help him.

[cxpedcrusxder]

open to anyone. // based on this //time travel maybe?? idk baby him pls he needs it <3

         🦇—-;; He'd been fighting for twenty-eight hours, everything hurt, his body is bruised and beaten, yet he'd stayed on his feet until the other fighters were either out for the count, or unwilling to enter the pit with him, with their leader declaring that he'd 'learn to kill', Bruce refused to bend to that rule, he'd play the game by his own rules. Besides, he'd picked up enough of their tricks to know he'd handle their skills well enough without taking a life. The frigid Norway temperatures though, they don't help the bruises, or the aches in his muscles.

He'd collapsed not long after hearing that no one else had wanted to get into the pit with him and keep fighting a man who would not relent and give in. He'd held out longer than anyone else, he knows that he'd been listening to the conversations despite having been fighting near non-stop.

He grunts a little now that he's awake again, staring a little up at the roof above him, still exhausted, his body felt heavy. He lifts his hand to his face, touching lightly at the bandaged wounds he had and he huffs, sitting up slightly. He winces a little, his hand coming up to his ribs. Really, he's surprised he'd woken up here and not still on the cold stone floor of the pit he'd passed out in. He pauses for a moment when he realises there's someone else in here and he looked up.

"Wh...where--?" He croaked quietly, not quite able to get the full question of 'where am I' to come out properly. "Dammit..." He mutters, shifting on whatever he's been laid down on.

[bludhavenbirder]

Dick had traveled thousands of miles and spilled a lot of blood, his own and others, to be there. To try and figure out…something. To be capable of handling things on his own. He'd have to now, since Bruce had cut the line connecting the two of them. And if he couldn't handle things on his own, he'd have no place leading the Titans.

It had been too hard being around his friends. The way their brows furrowed when they looked at him, the sorrow clear in their eyes when they thought he wasn't looking at them. Even in the Tower, Bruce's shadow overwhelmed Dick. So he had left in search of new teachers.

And then this…man had walked into the frozen world Dick had thrown himself into. When Dick first saw him, anger surged through him. Couldn't shake how satisfying the idea of beating the shit out of him would be, even if this stranger was just a lookalike. Dick knew he couldn't raise his hand against him. It was clear that others felt the same way. Easier for Dick to blend in, but deeply upsetting. This man was so similar. But there's no way it could be him. Too young.

Dick had hung back in the shadows, was watching when the stranger collapsed. Dick picked him up, carried him to an abandoned room deep in the caves. He wasn't sure why it had been left, but had scoped it out thoroughly enough that he knew others wouldn't be coming in. It's it much, but certainly more comfortable than the pit. Dick had taken notice because it would be a good place to recover and hide if he needed. It would be just as useful for this man, whoever he was.

"Still Norway," Dick says, not moving from his own corner of the room. "That was impressive."

[bahibuu]

Starfire Art

FAIR WARNING!! BRIGHT COLORS!! Have a picture of my cat as protection before you see the art.

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I thought i'd share this starfire piece i did a little while ago! Im still very proud of it.

[bludhavenbirder]

Dick pauses at Bruce's reaction, pressing his tongue hard into the roof of his mouth to steady himself as he realizes Bruce isn't watching. It's not that Dick needs or wants the supervision, exactly— he had done loads of practice stitches— but something about Bruce's nauseated expression struck him.

The boy gets to work. His hands are steady, repeating the motions Alfred had taught him and that he had practiced until his eyes glazed over in boredom. He's thankful for it now, although he wouldn't admit it to either Alfred or Bruce. Dick works in silence for a while, until questions about Bruce's hand and ribs got too loud in his mind to ignore.

"What happened out there?" Dick asks. Although it's the question that has bothered him all evening, his voice is flat with concentration as he sews Bruce's wounds shut.

[cxpedcrusxder]

🦇—-;; Bruce notes that Dick pauses when he turned his head away so he wasn't directly watching what was happening. If he asked him about why, he'd probably just tell him he's okay, just can't watch at the moment, there isn't actually anything wrong though, he's just been through hell tonight and the blood and the pain were making him a little squemish.

When Dick speaks up and asks him what happened tonight, Bruce sighs. He figured he'd ask eventually, he's a little surprised he hadn't asked sooner, but given how much pain Bruce had been in when he came in, he's glad he hadn't, since he probably wouldn't have been able to tell him. He had a hard enough time listening to the story he told him until the painkillers he took kicked in.

He shifts, though he keeps his arm still for Dick to keep working. "I had a run in with Killer Croc." He says, "got thrown around a little." Bruce had managed to keep himself from getting hurt worse, but fighting in a cramped sewer with a man twice his size wasn't exactly ideal for anyone.

[bludhavenbirder]

"Well, at least it wasn't an alligator," Dick offers in a moment between finishing with one wound and starting on another. "They're even faster."

He's still for a moment before he adjusts his position, makes a small change to how he's holding the tools. He can't imagine Gordon holding his own against Killer Croc, or any of his cops. Even with Bruce's trust, Dick wasn't convinced. An old anger flares between his ribs as he considers how many people the Gotham Police Department had failed, including his parents.

"Good thing Gordon has you to handle stuff like that," he mutters. He grits his teeth, forcing the feeling to settle before he continues to stitch up Bruce.

[bludhavenbirder]

hi friends who have sent me asks thank you so much they are in my drafts i promise

[crowwkui]

I love your art so so so much, your style is so good! if you're still taking requests, could you please do 80s era raven and donna?

thank you so much!! and ofc! hope i did them justice!

[krypptonian]

☀️-- Clark watched as the boy hopped from foot to foot with sparkling eyes. He laughed as Dick raced for the manor's garden, following after at an easy pace. Once they were there, though, he assessed the boy.

"Now this is different from a grappling hook, Dick. The landing spot is usually a lot farther away than what you typically travel. It's a lot higher up than you're used to, too without anything like a jet around you. It's okay if you get scared, and if you want to we can come back. Just remember that I've got you, all right?" It probably seemed like nothing the boy needed to hear, but giving him fair warning was the best that Clark could do. He knew that Bruce would probably never admit it, but he'd heard the way the man's heart thundered the first time he had flown.

Carefully he gathered his young charge up, holding Dick securely in his arms, resting the young teen at his hip slightly. And he floated upward, leaving the ground behind as easily as if the rules of gravity had never had any hold on him whatsoever. He took it slow, rising up straight and pausing once they were just above the manor's roofs.

[bludhavenbirder]

Dick flattens his hand's against Clark, willing the pounding heart beat beneath his skin to calm down. He searches the man's face for a long moment before taking a breath. When he shakes his head, the movement is slight, unsure. This isn't how he's used to flying. The feeling in his muscles as he tenses and relaxes as he moves through the air. There was no clear action to focus on, nothing to keep him going or distract him from the fear of falling. A few breaths later and Dick shakes his head again, this time with more confidence. He didn't need to go back down.

"I'll be okay," he said, voice still shaky. He rests a hand on Clark's arm to assure himself there was no risk of falling. "It's just…" he falters, unsure of how to voice the confusion and sadness welling in his chest. "I'll be fine."

[heleizition]

tim & dick