You can call me anything you want, but my most popular nickname is Geas! Come chat to me whenever!
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CURRENT EVENT: Valentine's Day 2026
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Minors caught interacting with nsfw content will be blocked on the spot. I have very few boundaries, but I don't tolerate being walked over like a rug.
All works are gender neutral unless stated otherwise, though I probably won't write fem reader content.
Wally: im gonna give you a list of curse words
Garth: im gonna be so honest with you Wally but i dont want a list of curse words
Roy: im gonna give you a list of my thirteen reasons
Garth: is it a list of curse words
Set after the events of I'll be there when you call - someway, somehow
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CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS; implied suicidal ideation (no actual attempt)
PAIRINGS; none
NOTES; not proofread AT ALL, I made some uuuuuber bad decisions recently so I wrote this to hopefully make less
AO3 | DC masterlist
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For as long as they'd been seen together, the world had called them the Wonder Twins. It was understandable; they were both around the same age, looked scarily similar, and struck the same amount, same type of fear into criminals and corrupted hearts. Wonder Girl and Robin. Wonder Girl and Boy Wonder. Their friendship, their ability to bounce off one another and communicate without words was a skill stronger in the pair of them than any other member of their team.
They had just as strong of a bond as Dick did with any of his other siblings, if not stronger. He walked her down the aisle and she uncovered parts of him he thought he'd forever keep hidden.
He buried her.
He knew how deep of a scar that left on him, and even with his long list of reasons to hate himself and believe he wasn’t worth a damn thing or fraction of a thought, he wasn't stupid. He knew that if he died here, tonight, buried in a mountain of letters to everyone he'd ever known, she'd be the one to cradle his body, she'd be the one to cry onto cold flesh and beg the world for a do-over. His sister. His twin - the one person he trusted enough to not wear any sort of mask around - having to bury the one person she dreaded burying most.
“As if the guilt over Alfred wasn't enough.” Dick grumbled quietly as fresh tears pricked at his eyes, the sting a welcome reminder that he was alive as much as it was a curse taunting him in the depths of his pathetic little pity party. The distress signal's button was smooth under his thumb as he moved it back and forth, debating whether to keep working up the courage to press it or just wait until she inevitably burst down his door.
“Last I checked, Alfred's still alive. Unless you've been universe hopping again?” And there she was, kneeling in front of him with concern etched into every crystalline shard that madeup the ever-shining beauty of her soul. Donna knew better than to go too heavy on the reassurances and reveal her worry before Dick was ready to hear it, but even through blurry eyes he could still see it, obvious and clear like rocks on a dangerous, boarded-up path. He felt it in the way her hands, moving only slow enough to give him time to move away if he wanted to, cupped his cheeks and swiped at tears he didn't think he had the right to shed.
“Either my hallucinations've gotten stronger, or you’re becoming psychic.” He attempted a joke, voice wavering even with years of training against his nature. “I haven't called you yet.” He lifted the distress signal up loosely, more a wave of his hand than anything else.
“You didn't need to. Wonder Twin bond, remember?” Her joke brought him more comfort than his own ever could, he realised, knowing the care woven into the thought behind each of her words instead of the defeat in his. “Oh, Dickie..” The way her whisper broke and hands trembled gave her away and he hated it, hated knowing he’d caused someone pain and fear and heartache. He hated more, though, the way he immediately broke down in her grasp, barely even registering the way Donna took the button from him and placed it with the neat row of others before cradling him close to her chest, letting him bury his tired head in her neck and cling to her with a shocking strength she’d initially worried he wouldn’t have.
Maybe, just maybe, he’d be okay.
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Please, if you feel like you need someone, reach out. You're doing great, I promise.
Dick: i love you so much dude
Dick: youre my baby brother and i'll always be here for you
Dick: but sometimes i genuinely want to beat the shit out of you
Diana: youre looking happy today Nightwing
Dick: its my baby brothers birthday today!
Diana: oh wonderful! how old?
Dick: 17!
Diana: 17? thats not a baby
Dick: all my siblings are babies to me
Dick: because as the oldest its my sworn duty to piss them all off as much as possible
Dick: and it honestly brings me such joy to see their looks of disgust and disdain whenever i call them my widdle baby siblings
