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crimsonhooded:

this isn’t the time to be DIFFICULT when there was certain more they could get done for the people that needed then if they worked together — but jason couldn’t keep it up. as much as he thought he could keep CIVIL around dick when the time called for it, now that he was actually here, standing right in front of the man he had idolized. all he could see was ever reminder of how much of a FAILURE he had become.

“ call them what you want — those danger batons aren’t shit. ” but of course — dick still played by bruce’s playbook. NO KILLING, NO GUNS. it was practically like it was some damn commandment or something. one that never ended a problem permanently when things has gotten too out of hand.

there’s a pang of GUILT that hits when he sees dick wince as he holds his ribs, but he snuffs it out quick, like putting out a cigarette. “ don’t — don’t do that. ” jason’s voice is clipped. his body tense once the elder’s hand rests on his shoulder. “ don’t pretend to care just so you won’t feel bad if it all goes south. ” there was a time that if dick had said something like before, jason would have believed it. trusted in it. but this, the way dick was talking to him right now, that was something that came eight years too late. “ don’t put up an act for my sake, that ship passed a long time ago. ”

Dick decided to ignore the unneeded insult about his weapons. Jason was clearly feeling some extreme anger towards him, and that was fine. He could be angry, and throw out his insults, but that didn’t mean that Dick was just going to give up on him. He’d never stop trying to patch up the relationship between himself and the younger man. They’d never really had the chance to be all that close when they were younger, and Dick regretted not being there for Jason like he was there for Damian now. But he couldn’t go back in time. He couldn’t change things.

When he felt Jason’s body tense, he knew that he was getting to him. “I’m not pretending. I do care.” Dick had no idea what he could do to prove to Jason that he was sorry. He was sorry for not being there for him before he was killed, sorry for not attending his funeral, sorry for not being the best person when he came back as Red Hood. But he really hoped that time would heal Jason’s emotional wounds, but it didn’t. It didn’t even begin to help them scab over.

“I know I’ve never been the best brother to you. I know that I could’ve done more to be there for you when you needed me. I know that me giving up Robin probably got you killed. But I can’t change things now, Jason. All I can do is try and be here for you now. To maybe not be your brother, if that’s not what you want. But I can be someone you talk to once in a while, or a friend. I’m just trying to to apologize. Not just for today, but for everything. I know you hate my golden boy guts sometimes, but I’m trying, man.”

#&&. chat: jt.#death mention #&&. event.#{ WOWOWOW I DIDN'T MEAN TO END UP DOING SO MANY FEELINGS }

nytewing

Dick & Damian in Batman #34

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@ofrobin

#&&. nightwing.#&&. little brother.#{ my beautiful boys look so beautiful }#wednesday spoilers

crimsonhooded:

as opposed to POPULAR belief jason wasn’t someone trigger happy anarchist — and he certainly never felt good with knowing he had almost pulled the trigger on his brother dick. but his intent never seemed to matter much enough to anyone. no matter how much he put effort into cleaning up the layer of GRIME in any city he was in, he was just wasn’t one of them anymore.

“ you tackled me when i was making sure civs got out safe. ” jason hissed back, bracing his arm against the floor underneath him as he was knocked back, grunting softly. it seemed like damian was the only one of them that could stand the sight of a gun with out jumping to somekind of conclusion. “ s’ yeah. you are the idiot, golden boy. ”

shifting his weight slightly, jason glared at the elder slightly before flicking of the safety of his weapon, holstering it under his jacket. “ a gun beats those stupid sticks you carry around anyways. ” pushing in himself up, jason swiped at the corner of his mouth, checking if there was any blood from were dick had stuck him across the face. “ don’t i always ? ” jason mocked back, scoffing as he turned away, “ now if you’ll s’cuse me i guess i’ll go back to terrorizing the innocent, apparently you all think it’s my favorite pastime. ”

Dick was almost certain he didn’t have the time to be bickering with Jason, yet there they were, bickering like children in the middle of what could only be described as a massacre. “I thought you were one of the masked guys! It’s an easy mistake to make, Jay! You have a gun!” He felt a twinge of annoyance when the other called him golden boy. It really felt like Jason had a permanent problem with him sometimes. “Why have you gotta call me that right now? A second ago I was the idiot. I can’t be both, Jason.”

He watched as his brother put the gun away, his eyes rolling when he began to insult Dick’s weapons of choice. “My Escrima sticks aren’t stupid. They do a lot less permanent damage than your dumb gun,” he grumbled. “But we all have our preferences.” Dick really did hate to fight with any of his brothers, so he wanted to try and make amends with Jason before they both went back to helping people.

Jumping up from the ground, Dick winced at the pain in his ribs, wrapping an arm around his middle. Reaching out with his other hand, he rested it on Jason’s shoulder. “Don’t be like that. You know I don’t think you do that.” He moved to stand in front of the other, blocking his way. “We could both die in here, Jason, so I don’t think we should end this so bitterly.” Dick hated bringing up the fact that Jason could die, seeing as he’d already done it once before, so it would’ve been a real drag for it to happen to him twice. “I really am sorry for knocking you down, and for hurting your face.”

#&&. chat: jt.#&&. event.#{ i'm SAD OVER JASON }#death mention

ofrobin:

DAMIAN LOOKS UP AT DICK as he steps closer to him, using a finger to swipe away some of the blood. “Yes it’s blood, not mine though.” He says casually as if this was completely normal. Nothing about their life is, but to the two of them this was almost like any other day. He makes a vague hand gesture with his free hand, the one not holding onto the weapon. “I had to improvise since I don’t have a mask with me.” He says with a shrug of his shoulders. This would all be easier if he had his Robin suit, but he doesn’t – so relying on just your fists can do. The sword helps, but he is limited with it since hew won’t be killing anyone.

“I have not seen father, no. I was too busy fighting off these assholes who keep waving their guns around. After I took care of them, I was surrounded by assassins from the League as well.” Damian shakes his head, a tt sound rolling off his tongue. “They probably saw this as a perfect opportunity to strike, they’re all idiots.” He nudges the guy on the ground with his foot. He was glad in this moment he went with combat boots that looked like a pair of dress shoes. The boy glances up at his brother again.

“I do have a question, why are these men with the guns trying to kill me?”

Dick has to admit that he’s relieved the blood isn’t Damian’s, but he’s still concerned that his little brother has blood on his face in general. It isn’t exactly a normal thing to have smeared across your eyes, but the boy in front of him has never been one for normalcy. His whole life has been a little abnormal. “Well, I’m all for improvisation, kid. But I think another persons blood on your face is a step too far,” he chuckles, wrapping an around Damian’s shoulders. He’s glad he has him by his side now, rather than out in the crowd slashing people and putting himself in danger.

“Why is it that we can never find Bruce when we need him? I’m starting to think he’s retired without telling us.” When Damian mentions the League of Assassins, Dick feels his heart begin to race in an unpleasant way. “The League was here? Where are they now?” He’s angry, and the overwhelming urge to protect Damian is kicking in. “They’re more than idiots, Dami. They’re dangerous idiots.”

Dick’s eyes widen at Damian’s question. He hadn’t realized that his brother was being purposely targeted. He thought that the masked men were just shooting at whoever got in their way. “I... I don’t know, Damian. But we’re gonna find out, okay? Someone will know, and we’re gonna get the truth out of one of these idiots one way or another.”

#&&. chat: dw.#&&. event.#{ dick dyes his hair bc of damian pass it on }#blood tw #weapons tw

starspcngledman:

[Text → Dick Grayson]: Take it easy kid, they’re alright [Text → Dick Grayson]: We’re gonna figure it out, alright? He’s gonna be okay. They won’t get their hands on him if I can help it. [Text → Dick Grayson]: Barbara? Is she alright?? [Text → Dick Grayson]: Of course I will, but you have nothing to apologise for, I’m pretty sure they’ll agree.

[Text → Steve]: Sorry, sorry. I know I’m overprotective of Damian, but I can’t help it. They can’t take him. They just can’t. [Text → Steve]: This was just so sudden. One minute everything was fine, and the next there were gunshots and knives and blood was everywhere. [Text → Steve]: Babs got shot. I tried to help her all I could, but the paramedics did the real work. She’s stable and in the hospital. Definitely alright enough to want her laptop. [Text → Steve]: I hope so. I feel like Jason is permanently annoyed at me for breathing, but I hope he accepts the apology.

#&&. text: sr.#blood mention #weapons mention #shooting mention

originalbatgirlx-blog

{ shot in the dark }

dickiiebird-blog

originalbatgirlx:

“Maybe you need to take a class in self-control,” she joked, though her voice trailed off into a quiet groan. She took his hand as he reached for it, squeezing it tightly as she tried to stay awake and stay alert even though shock threatened to curl in at the edges of her mind and force her to pass out. Without the shock to protect her frayed nerve endings, however, she felt all of the pain. It was like a burning sensation, and she was starting to feel cold in her extremities, and she knew that meant that her blood flow had decreased thanks to the wound in her abdomen.

She shook her head slightly. “That doesn’t sound like a real fact,” she replied matter-of-factly, as if this was just another normal conversation between them. Barbara let out a shaky sigh, scrunching up her face as she tried to breathe through the pain, though all she wanted to do was hold her breath and tighten all her muscles against it.

Barbara shook her head again. “You should go, Dick,” she said. A paramedic came by to kneel beside her. “Other people need help.” She let go of Dick’s hand and shoulder, and for a few moments, she tried to will him away, but before she could think about it, she just reached out and grabbed his hand again. “Wait. Wait. Don’t go.” She licked her lips before swallowing thickly. The paramedic asked her a question but she couldn’t think of the answer, instead opening her eyes to look at Dick. “Please, don’t go.”

"You’d hate it if I stopped unbuttoning your blouse in public, don’t lie,” he teased. The way she groaned made Dick’s blood run cold. He wished he could do something to take away her pain, but he couldn’t exactly give her a shot of tequila, or a couple of aspirin. The paramedics would be able to help better than he ever could, and he wished they’d hurry up. Time was crucial, and he couldn’t bare to see her so uncomfortable. Taking off his jacket, he lay it gently over her to keep her warm.

Trust her to challenge him on his words, even when she was almost knocking on death’s door. “You have a real knack for bursting my bubble, you know that?” he asked, forcing himself to give her a bright smile. If he kept her engaged and talking, then everything would be okay. If he let her pass out, then he’d know he’d failed her. “If my work saves your life, then you owe me a thank you, Barbara Gordon.”

When a paramedic finally showed up, Dick felt his tensed up muscles relax a little. She was going to be okay now. They’d know how to fix her up, and she’d be back to herself in no time. Or at least that was what he was going to keep telling himself. He shook his head as she let go of his hand, silently refusing to leave her side. When she asked him to stay, Dick quickly took hold of her hand that reached out for his again, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss against her knuckles. “I swear to you, Barb, I’m not going anywhere. No matter what happens, I’m right here by your side, just like I’m meant to be.”

They’d been through some hard times together, but nothing really compared to what was happening right now. The thought of losing Barbara made Dick feel like he was going to vomit, and his stomach wouldn’t stop churning. Turning to the paramedic, he looked them dead in the eye. “You have to help her. She’s the best person I know. Without her, a lot of people would be lost and heartbroken. Especially me.”

#&&. chat: bg.#gunshot tw #injury tw #&&. event.

starspcngledman-deactivated2018

@dickiiebird

[Text → Dick Grayson]: Hey Dick, Steve here. [Text → Dick Grayson]: I just wanted to give you a heads up on your family, I know you’re probably worried about them. [Text → Dick Grayson]: Jason and Damian are safe, they’re with me.

dickiiebird-blog

[Text → Steve]: Oh, hey Steve. [Text → Steve]: What??? [Text → Steve]: Where are you going with them? Are they okay??? Damian told me they came for him at the ball. What do they want with my brother??? He’s just a kid. [Text → Steve]: I got so caught up with trying to save Babs that I didn’t get to check they’d both made it out okay. Tell them I’m sorry.

#&&. text: sr.

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i am forcibly removed from the fandom and nightwing is forcibly removed from the clocktower

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@originalbatgirlx

#&&. nightwing.#&&. babs.

originalbatgirlx-blog

{ shot in the dark }

dickiiebird-blog

originalbatgirlx:

When she hit the ground, she barely felt it, instead going into something of a panic. She had been trained in first aid, thanks to both her father and Bruce, but now that she was the one in need of it, she found her mind starting to go blank as she stared down at the blood on her clothes and on her hands. She closed her eyes, groaning softly as she tried to get a handle on things, her mind working overtime, but with the adrenaline flooding her system and the shock starting to settle in, it became more and more difficult for her to keep her mind on track rather than just being consumed by dread and pain.

Barbara reached her shaking hands up to her stomach, clawing at her blouse as she tried to push her palms down over the wound. She interlaced her fingers, pushing down as hard as she could, but it wasn’t enough, and she felt warm blood gushing up through her fingers and over her hands. She groaned in the back of her throat, biting down on the inside of her cheek to force herself to keep pushing down on the wound to try and get the bleeding to stop, but already, she was too weak.

Upon hearing Dick’s voice, a sort of relief flooded into her that she didn’t realize she needed so badly. He had been there for her through most everything. Even when they weren’t together, Dick had always been one of her best friends—and even though they were messy and complicated (and Babs hated messy and complicated) she knew that Dick was still going to be there for her. He had just proven himself, right then and there, and she couldn’t help but be grateful for the fact.

She reached a hand up to grip onto Dick’s shoulder, trying to seem calm, though there was a wideness to her eyes and a panic in her gaze that betrayed her. “Easy there, Boy Wonder,” she joked with a trembling voice. “Don’t get too handsy.” Hearing him joke too helped ease her anxiety—it felt like they were kids again, like they were Batgirl and Robin and things were so much simpler. She felt him shove something into the wound, and she groaned, squeezing at Dick’s shoulder as tight as she could. “I don’t know if shoving things into the wound is the best bet, Dick,” she said, though her voice was strained through a groan. She squeezed her eyes shut, taking a few deep breaths and forcing herself to slow down. “There are other people who need to get out of here, Dick,” she said. “They need help.” Barbara was never one to accept help if other people were in danger.

Dick smiled at the handsy joke, but he couldn’t bring himself to laugh. Babs was hurt, and all he could think about was the possibility that she could die. Jim would never forgive him if he let that happen. In fact, he’d never forgive himself, so he had to try everything he could to keep her stable until paramedics arrived. “You know I can’t resist you, Batgirl.” He whispered the last word, not wanting anybody around them to hear. They would always be Robin and Batgirl, no matter what life threw at them. A stupid gunshot wasn’t going to change that. She’d always be with him, and he wasn’t going to let her go without a fight.

The hand squeezing at his shoulder flooded Dick with guilt. He didn’t want to hurt her, or for her to be in pain at all. “It’s the best I can do. When I was learning things growing up, I read that soldiers used them on the battlefield when they had nothing else,” he said, hoping that if he kept talking to her, she’d stay with him. “We’re on a battlefield, Babs.”

He looked around them as she told him that people needed help, but how could he leave her when she was like this? She was an open target. Literally a red bullseye. “I can’t just leave you here, Barbara. There’s a bunch of heroes here, and agents... It’ll be okay. I’m staying here, with you.” He took hold of one of her hands, squeezing it gently. “Don’t fight me on this, please.”

#&&. chat: bg.#&&. event.#injury tw #gunshot tw

ofrobin:

DAMIAN SLIPPED THROUGH THE CROWD, escaping the group of assassins. He took them out with some help, but there was so much more to worry about than the League being here. They were predictable since they had the same training, only the boy had done their training at least three times harder. They could try coming after him, but it was foolish on their part as it won’t end well for them. He needed a mask though, and didn’t have one on him since he only brought batarangs and his com. Damian used an old tactic he did once before, using their blood to wipe a stripe across his eyes. It would have to do.

He stopped in his tracks, a sword in his hand also coated in blood as was part of his suit. The boy didn’t kill the assassins, no, just had to stab them a little before he could knock them unconscious. It wasn’t something he’s proud of, but at least they’ll live. He’s slipping through the dark area, running into another one of those men with the guns. “There’s more of you? Don’t you have something better to do?” Damian yells as he rushes toward them, knocking the gun out of their arms with the blade, then knocking them back against the wall. His head turns though hearing someone yell – a familiar voice, the one belonging to one of his brothers. “Grayson?” He says if to anyone, but himself as he rushes over to him.

Dick fought against the masked man as hard as he could, dodging his hits, and using all of his weight to pin him to the ground as he grabbed the arm with the weapon, trying to hold it away from everyone, including himself. The more the guy fought, the more tired Dick got. It was more difficult to fight without access to his Eskrima sticks and gauntlets.

He’s about to finally end this tussle once and for all, but then Damian’s voice rings in his ears. “Dami?” he calls out back, but then the boy is at his side in record time. The guy beneath him takes full advantage of the fact Dick is distracted, his arm moving to aim the gun. “Not so fast,” he says, twisting the guy’s wrist until he drops the weapon. The way the man shrieks in pain tells Dick he might have used too much force, but he doesn’t care.

“Damian! Are you okay? Have you seen Bruce?” he asks, climbing off the man and taking the gun as he does so. “You look... Is that blood?” he asks, swiping his index finger across Damian’s eyes, then inspecting the moisture on it. “Oh. It is. That’s nice.”

#&&. chat: dw.#{ his face i'm cryin }#blood tw #weapon tw #violence tw #&&. event.

daisy-quaking-johnson:

Daisy turned around when she heard someone shouting. Sure, there was a lot of shouting go around, but this was closer. Either she was in immediate danger, or someone else was. She saw the gun and was ready to deflect the bullet when she saw who it was aimed at, but the man who had shouted stopped him before the bullet ever left the gun.

He might have saved her life, so Daisy decided to intervene. She tried to aim her own I.C.E.R. at the one with the gun, but it was hard to aim the gun when they were moving so much. She holstered the weapon for now, opting to use her powers instead. She pointed her hand at the man, and he suddenly started screaming, dropping his weapon. Daisy walked over and picked up the gun, which broke apart in her hands, harmless now.

“Uh, hope you didn’t want this.” She held the pieces out to him.

Dick looked up, seeing that the person he’d tried to protect was now trying to protect him. He vaguely recognized her from somewhere; maybe he’d met her once before? What was that thing she was aiming at the bad guy? Looking back down, Dick grabbed the man’s wrist, slamming his hand against the floor in an attempt to get him to drop the weapon. It didn’t seem to be working, then all of a sudden the guy started writhing in pain. It obviously wasn’t anything he’d done that was causing it, so it had to be the woman that was doing it.

Looking at the pieces of the gun as he got off the guy, Dick frowned. How had she done that? “Uhh, thanks,” he said, giving her an unsure smile. “How did you do that?” he asked, taking the pieces of the gun from her. Maybe they could be analyzed for prints in the Batcave. “I thought he was never gonna give up the gun, so thanks for helping me.”

#&&. chat: dj.#&&. event.

crimsonhooded:

there was a part of him ( the small shriveled part of himself he thought had died a long time ago ) that was concerned. not with the gunshots and the screaming — but with how to desensitized he was to all of it. glancing around his surroundings, his senses fire at full awareness, getting his baring of the situation in a matter of moments.

reaching inside of his suit pocket, jason flicked the safety off of a handgun before grasping in, keeping his hand wrapped tight against the grip. “ move, move. ” jason hissed at a group of civs huddled behind an overturned table, tilting his head in a safe direction for them to move in, “ i’ll cover you, now move your asses. ”

pivoting on his feet, jason moved to raise his weapon over at the sound of quickly approaching footstep. “ don’t fuckin — ” his sentence is cut short with a grunt as he’s knocked backward, instinct pushing him to grab the assailant and grapple him along to the ground with him.

pure adrenaline floods through his veins as he feels his grip on his gun slip slightly. no one takes his gun — not without there being HELL to pay. “ get the fuck off of me. ” bring up his knee hard into the other’s ribs, jason moved to push the other on top his back, shoving the barrel of his gun under the man’s chin, “ i swear t’ god i’ll — wait, dick ? ” blinking just as he realizes who it was, jason drew his weapon away, “ you fuckin’ idiot, i could have killed you. ”

Dick recognized the voice as it began to curse at him, and he immediately stopped trying to attack the person it belonged to. He let out a yelp of pain when Jason’s knee dug into his ribs, and knew he’d need an x-ray if he got out of there alive. God, he’d made such an awful mistake. But it wasn’t exactly hard to mistake his brother for a masked criminal with a gun. “Jas – STOP!” Dick yelled out, but his brother was clearly far too into holding a grudge to stop fighting him.

When he felt cool metal of the barrel of the gun press against his skin, Dick went as still as a statue. He didn’t want to be shot by his brother. That would be the worst way to go, and it’d cause such an awful family feud. Damian would probably avenge him, and then Tim would get involved... It’d just be awful. “Yes, it’s me!” he exclaimed, knocking Jason off him as he sat up. “I can’t believe you tried to kill me,” he grumbled, brushing off his jacket.

“I’m the idiot?!” he asked, glaring at his younger brother. “You shouldn’t have been waving your gun around when there’s maniacs killing people with guns!” Dick knew they were both at fault, and that it was mostly him. “I’m sorry I tried to disarm you. But you really did look like you were about to kill someone.”

#&&. chat: jt.#{ boys why are you like this??? }#&&. event.

originalbatgirlx-blog

{ shot in the dark }

Barbara was never one for parties. She never knew how to behave in a situation like that, where she found herself getting lost in her own little world more often than not, too lost to ever be much fun. Besides, she hadn’t felt much patriotism or pride in anything related to the government these days, not after HERA had taken effect. It was no secret how invasive she thought the legislation was, but no one was listening.

So, she found herself at the fringes of the crowd, sipping a drink she didn’t really want and keeping mostly to herself. Some things about being Batgirl had never left her, and one of those things was the paranoia whenever it came to events like this. She always felt like something was bound to go wrong—she had spent too long in Gotham. She knew that thinking anything less was just naive.

And her suspicions were confirmed when the shots started to ring out. Instinct kicked in and she started helping people get to shelter, but she wasn’t able to do that for very long. A burning sensation spread through her torso, and when she looked down, she realized that her blouse was quickly getting stained crimson. She tried to focus, but already, she was feeling unsteady on her feet, and she started to fall.

{ @dickiiebird }

dickiiebird-blog

Dick had been keeping a watchful eye on Barbara since she’d arrived at the ball. Ever since their conversation where she wouldn’t tell him what was wrong, he’d been worried about her. Things had been so strained between them since coming to New York, and the whole HERA thing. When she’d broken up with him over it, he was pretty sure he’d never felt such a horrible pain in his chest before. He’d been through a lot growing up, with fighting bad guys with Bruce since he was young. But none of the hits he’d taken could compare to the unimaginable pain that overwhelmed him when Babs no longer wanted to be his girlfriend.

When the lights went out and guns started going off, Dick had lost her in the crowd of people trying to run to safety. Luckily, his phone still had an almost full battery, so he pulled it out of his suit jacket pocket, turning on the flashlight. “Barbara?” he called out, hoping to find her. He knew that she could protect herself, but that didn’t stop him worrying. He just had to know she was okay, because no matter what had happened between them, he still loved her.

Finally, his flashlight landed on her, and he couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his lips as he watched her ushering people to safety. Tipping over a table onto its side, Dick jumped behind it, using it as a shield from knives and bullets, and some stray batarangs that he assumed to belong to his little brother. He hadn’t even got half way when he heard the gunshot. He didn’t even have to look to know who it had hit. Forgetting about shielding himself, Dick finally stood up and ran.

“Babs!” he yelled, not managing to catch her in time, watching her hit the floor. “Barbara, no...” His voice was strained as he knelt down beside her, and he immediately began searching for the entrance wound with shaking hands. “You’re gonna be fine.” It was like he was saying it to convince himself more than her, though. Finally finding where the bullet had entered, Dick unbuttoned her blouse, pushing it open as he looked around for something to stop the bleeding. “Does anyone here seriously have a tampon?” he asked, looking around at the civilians Barbara had helped. Knowing he sounded ridiculous, Dick decided to search Barbara’s purse instead, relief flooding him when he found one. Never in his life had he been happier to see one of Babs’ feminine hygiene products. He couldn’t have ripped off the wrapper faster if he tried, immediately pushing the tampon into the wound. “I’m sorry if it hurts, but you’ve got a heavy flow,” he joked, trying to put her at ease.

#&&. chat: bg.#gunshot tw #injury tw #blood tw #&&. event.

FEAR. That was all Dick felt when the lights went out in the room. Then came the sounds of the gunshots, and the fear turned into dread. His brothers were at the ball, and so was Bruce. Babs was there, too. Patting his pockets, he checked to make sure that his wingdings were still there, just in case he needed them.

Staying low, Dick knocked one of the masked men on his ass with a low sweep kick, quickly disarming him and taking the gun for himself. Not that he’d ever want to use it –– he never understood why Jason found them so appealing.

As he made his way across the room, he tried to take down as many of the bad guys as he could, but there were too many. Not to mention it was dark, which made everything harder. No amount of training with Bruce at night could ever have prepared him for an attack as large as this.

“Hey! Get away from them!” he yelled as he saw yet another masked person pointing a gun at someone. He knew he was putting himself in danger –– especially since he didn’t have his armored Nightwing suit on, but he didn’t care. On instinct to protect, he rushed forward, knocking the gun wielding maniac back, then began to tussle with them for the weapon.

#hera!event #{no need to match length!}#violence tw #&&. event.

@harlsquinns

Dick wasn’t sure what to do when he saw Harley Quinn skipping around the streets of New York. He hadn’t even realized that she’d left Gotham when everybody else did, which meant that she must have actually been behaving for once. Swooping down from his spot on a nearby roof, he landed with a light thud in front of her and fixed her with a stare. He knew that he must’ve looked a little intimidating as he was wearing his Nightwing gear. “Harley, how nice to see you,” he said with a little too much friendliness. He had to admit that he’d got a slight soft spot for her due to what she’d been through with Joker. Dick obviously knew that she wasn’t exactly a good person, but it also wasn’t entirely her fault that that was the case. “You must be behaving, because this is the first time I’ve ran into you.”