I Am the Night...Wing

Hey! Richard Grayson, friends call me Dick. Been Robin, been Nightwing, been Renegade, been Batman, back to being Nightwing. Haha if you think it's hard to follow try being me. I'm a fan of puns, weird humor, and pants. -An Independent Dick Grayson RP blog, I'll RP with anyone-

[robinmarkfive-blog]

I smelled baby brother.

I smelled fruit loops and dirty laundry.

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You liar.

[iamthenightwing]

I put it in the sink for a minute and swished it around a bit.

[robinmarkfive-blog]

I smelled baby brother.

I smelled fruit loops and dirty laundry.

[iamthenightwing]

I washed this suit yesterday little d.

[iamthenightwing]

It's video game night.

I'm going to need a couple bottles of vodka.

[robinmarkfive-blog]

//ok i have to go but i’m going to be back dammit

thanks for stalking me samson u weirdo

[iamthenightwing]

*whispers* any time

[iamthenightwing]

  you want the fruit loops

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i want you to drown in the fruit loops

[iamthenightwing]

i’m telling dad

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yeah that’s real adult grayson

[iamthenightwing]

I'M TELLING DAD

[iamthenightwing]

  you want the fruit loops

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i want you to drown in the fruit loops

[iamthenightwing]

i'm telling dad

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iamthenightwingreplied to yourpost:Is that a Baby Bird I see?

But I brought you fruit loops.

Grayson.

[iamthenightwing]

shshshhhhhh fruit loops

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do not want

[iamthenightwing]

you want the fruit loops

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iamthenightwingreplied to yourpost:Is that a Baby Bird I see?

But I brought you fruit loops.

Grayson.

[iamthenightwing]

shshshhhhhh fruit loops

[reportingmisslinda]

iamthenightwing replied to your post: ♟

Nope, still don’t know me! Just Dick Grayson! Love to say otherwise, though.

…love to say otherwise?

[iamthenightwing]

My totally forward way of saying "hey, let's go become friends!"  Are you a fan of smoothies?

[iamthenightwing]

How the fuck was I not already following you

What the hell Jason.

You don't

love

me

[iamthenightwing]

ooc

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…G-grayson?

-furrows his brows, feeling the other’s breath against his skin-

Why would I lie about something so incredibly absurd? 

[iamthenightwing]

-he pushes a hand through Damian’s hair, and moves to give him a soft kiss-

Because you’re dumb like that, little d.

[robinmarkfive-blog]

His muscles tense, and he suddenly pushes back on Dick, jumping about five feet away from him.

“What.  Are.  You.  Doing?”  He hisses, narrowing a glare at the other.

[iamthenightwing]

"I..."  he sighs and shakes his head,  "I guess I thought it would make things better if I distracted you.  Sorry little guy.  Won't happen again."

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robinmarkfive:

-bites the inside of his cheek-

Abhorring that thought more than you can even know.

-leans down and comes close to his face-

You’re totally lying, little d.

-scoots closer so their lips are almost touching-

[robinmarkfive-blog]

…G-grayson?

-furrows his brows, feeling the other’s breath against his skin-

Why would I lie about something so incredibly absurd? 

[iamthenightwing]

-he pushes a hand through Damian's hair, and moves to give him a soft kiss-

Because you're dumb like that, little d.

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iamthenightwing replied to your post: Hey little d. I care so stick around, dumb butt.

Duh, little guy. Even when everyone else is gone, I’m always going to be around. You couldn’t be so lucky as to get rid of me.

…

Tt…that’s…so…

ch-childish.

[iamthenightwing]

-ruffles his hair-

So what if it is?

You’re~ stuck~ with~ me~

[robinmarkfive-blog]

-bites the inside of his cheek-

Abhorring that thought more than you can even know.

[iamthenightwing]

-leans down and comes close to his face-

You're totally lying, little d.

-scoots closer so their lips are almost touching-

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iamthenightwing replied to your post: Hey little d. I care so stick around, dumb butt.

Duh, little guy. Even when everyone else is gone, I’m always going to be around. You couldn’t be so lucky as to get rid of me.

…

Tt…that’s…so…

ch-childish.

[iamthenightwing]

-ruffles his hair-

So what if it is?

You're~ stuck~ with~ me~

[iamthenightwing]

　

[iamthenightwing]

[TRIGGERS] Until Then, Come Home... || Dick and Damian

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—The target has been neutralized—

The nagging communicator in his ear was entirely too troublesome.

—Return immediately—

He didn’t want to hear it.  He pushed his fist into the man’s open chest cavity.  The noise it made was…interesting.  His fingers felt around in the warm space for the heart, finding purchase…

—We have another target lined up for you—

“Understood.”  He replied curtly, and clicked off the communication link.  He yanked the heart out, stared at it for a few minutes, and tossed it aside.

There was one of those in his chest, too.  Maybe.  Right?

Assuming that he, too, was human.

But sometimes he thought that if he were to reach into his own chest, it would all be emptiness and rage.  Nothing but pure killer instinct and groomed skills.  Maybe his organs were made of steel.  It would be more useful if he’d been built that way.

The sword was not drawn out of sadness, or hopelessness.  It was drawn out of anger.  Of a deep, ungranted wish for more blood shed.

Or maybe out of the conflicting natures that had now been groomed on him.

Kill.  Don’t kill.  Hatred. Love. You are alone. Your family is here for you.

He let out a strangled noise and pushed the sword out in front of himself, staring at the blade with interest…

[iamthenightwing]

The motorbike screeched against the pavement, wheels straining as Dick slammed on the breaks.  But he'd done it.  He'd found Damian.  And while his original tactic was to watch silently and figure out what was going on with the kid, the scene he'd come in on was not very promising.

Usually, when there's a heart ripped out of a chest cavity...it's not very promising.

"Little D!"  He ran over and kicked at the hilt of the sword, in an attempt to knock it from Damian's grip.  "What the hell are you doing?"