The Son of Robin; Named for Batman

When your Dad was the first Robin and then Nightwing, your mom was Batgirl and then Oracle, and you're named after Batman, you can't help but feel like there's a certain expectation that you're not only going to live up to their legacies, but you're going to be the one to continue them. That's a lot of pressure, and a nearly impossible task to achieve. But the thing is, as daunting as it is, I've never tried to run from it. And in the end, that's what makes me think that I can succeed. Bruce Grayson || Twenty Two || Nightcloak

[heroicdeadshot-blog]

“you gonna keep staring or are you gonna actually talk to me?”

[nightcloakgrayson-blog]

Bruce snapped out of his daze, his mind having wandered to the point where he had completely forgotten he was in public. Shaking his head, he chuckled a bit at himself. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. I was zoned out” He said truthfully, although he laughed a bit before adding. “And yes, I know that sounds like a totally made up excuse, but I swear it’s not”

[jacksonisleyquinn]

“Do I honestly look like I care what you or anyone else has to say about me?”

[nightcloakgrayson-blog]

Bruce was silent for a second after the girl spoke, having been caught off guard by her words. It  was true that he had approached her, intent on saying something, but she hadn’t even let him get the words out. “Sorry. I was just gonna say that I think you might have dropped this” He said quietly, holding out the money he had noticed on the floor underneath her.

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blackcatari:

arianna nodded. she loved spending time with bruce, and she was thrilled that they’d get some time together finally. she’d missed him, and maybe this could be a start to going back to the way things used to be. “that sounds perfect. yeah, please go get some rest, brucie. i don’t need you passing out or getting shot on me tonight. you’re bigger than me and i can’t carry your unconscious body anywhere.”

Bruce chuckled, shaking his head at her words as he slowly got to his feet. “That would be a sight to see. Not that I would get to see it, being unconscious” He said with a nod, the laugh still painted on his lips as he imagined the smaller girl trying to drag his unconscious body back home. Of course it wouldn’t be funny in reality, but it was funny to think about. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he flashed Arianna a small smile, gave her a wave and said a quick “See you later” before he headed towards the door, although he stopped after a few steps and looked back over his shoulder at her. “Oh and don’t call me Brucie. You know I hate that” He added, although the grin on his lips made it clear that despite what he said about hating it (which to be fair, he really had hated it growing up) he had grown to have a certain fondness for the name that his favorite person in the world had always called him by; and he was happy to be hearing it again.

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ruth or arianna?

No. That’s not fair. You can’t ask me to make that choice. Not yet. I’ve known Arianna my whole life. Really known her. And I would do anything for her. I would choose her over anyone. But I haven’t gotten a chance to know Ruth the same way yet. Who’s to say she won’t be every bit as important to me? Or maybe even more important. I mean, look at the facts: she managed to break through a wall that no one else was able to. So yeah, I can’t fairly answer this question.

[nightcloakgrayson-blog]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN PROBABLY, THE AMOUNT OF DISRESPECT. DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW IMMACULATE HER LIPS ARE, SHALALA OH MY OH MY, KISS THE GIRL...DOES THAT MEAN NOTHING TO YOU. Bruce you have disappointed me.

Well...I mean yeah her lips are almost painfully kissable. But... I’m in love with my best friend. So I don’t want to go kissing Ruth when I have no idea what’s going to happen with my feelings yet. I don’t wanna rush into anything and risk hurting her. She deserves so much better than that. I mean have you met her? She’s so good. She deserves the best.

[nightcloakgrayson-blog]

what's your biggest insecurity?

Well...sometimes... sometimes I worry that no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be able to completely live up to the expectations my family has for me. I worry that I’ll never be able to fill their shoes, and that I’ll disappoint them. I mean, sometimes, I look in the mirror and I say to myself “You’re good, but you’re no Batman. And no matter what you do, you never will be” And I guess that’s why I push myself so damn hard; because I have to prove myself wrong

[nightcloakgrayson-blog]

She wants your lips on hers.

Oh… yeah? I mean..we’ll have to see what happens but…I’d…I’d probably be okay with that?

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Do you think Ruth is cute or nah?

Um....I mean yeah. She’s really cute. Gorgeous even. Why? Do you think she thinks I’m cute?

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blackcatari:

the brunette had genuinely been nervous he’d reject her help, whether because he was angry with her for something, or because he didn’t really believe in her, despite his claims. so when he agreed to let her come, her face broke into a wide grin and her eyes lit up. “great! i don’t want to see you get hurt, bruce. we can handle them together, though, i think.” she laughed slightly. “sounds amazing.”

Seeing her grin, and her eyes light up caused Bruce’s stomach to flutter and his chest to swell. He loved being the reason that she wore that expression on her face, and he couldn’t help but grin back. “Alright it’s a plan then. I’m going to head home and try to catch a few more hours of sleep to prepare, but I’ll meet you at the clock tower on West 10th at 11 o’clock?” He suggested

[nightcloakgrayson-blog]

onceablindrobin:

Blue eyes narrowed at his question, wondering why in the world would someone be thinking of the Wayne Manor at the exact time he’d asked? Coincidence was a fool’s lazy way of explaining points that could be connected to show a bigger picture. In other words, he didn’t believe in coincidence. Carefully observing the man, eyebrows creased in confusion as he felt a weird familiarity towards him. It was as if he should know the man, did they have a class together? formal function? joined the same kid’s table? As he continued to observe, the blur in his mind slowly cleared, forming an image that he had not seen in 20+ years. “Dick?” he questioned even though he knew that it was impossible for his Oldest brother to be the man standing right in front of him. First of all, his brother had features that he knew were different from the man though all in all they had quite a lot in common. Second, the image he saw in his mind of Dick was a memory 23 years ago, meaning he’d be a lot older than this. Third, Dick has visited him a few times in Bludhaven, so it couldn’t be his brother unless he was able to get a hold of a time machine.

“I did say Wayne Manor, It’s been a long time since I’ve stepped foot in Gotham so I’m or soon will be lost” Thomas confessed before raising a hand in greeting, “Thomas Wayne II, and you are?”

When looking at the grand scheme of the world, Bruce did not believe in fate or destiny. After all, so many things came about as the results of each and every person’s choices. Bruce refused to believe that there was a possibility that every one of those choices a person made in their life was actually already planned by God, or by the universe, or whatever other greater force, before they made them; because if that was the case, then it meant that, really, human beings had no power to change anything at all. With that said, sometimes there were moments, moments like the one that Bruce found himself in right then, where he was left doubting his conviction that fate wasn’t real. How else did you explain that of all the people in Gotham that Thomas Wayne could have approached, he just so happened to approach him?

The familiarity of the man had begun to dawn on Bruce before he had mentioned his father’s name, which then only confirmed that somehow, some way, Bruce had met this man once before. Truthfully though, Bruce likely would have never figured out who this man was, had it not been for the fact that he introduced himself; but once he did, Bruce felt like an idiot for not seeing it right away. He stared at Thomas in disbelief, his mouth slightly agape, before he gave a shake of his head, hardly daring to believe that this was real. The oldest Wayne son, the one who had disappeared so many years ago, the one that he barely remembered from the early days of his childhood, could not actually be standing in front of him, could he? He expected the rug to be pulled out from under his feet, and for an entire camera crew to emerge any moment now to announce that he had been the victim of some strange superhero family version of Punk’d. But that moment never came, and as the seconds passed by, turning into minutes, with nothing but silence between them, Bruce finally found his voice. “It’s..it’s really you.” He said with a nod, his eyes still wide as with each passing second, he noticed more and more the resemblances between Thomas and his father. “I’m..I’m Bruce. Bruce Grayson. Dick is my father.”

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fastasfuck:

irey fell into the chair across the boy. her coffee falling onto her and and the table in front of her. her back hitting the chair and irey groaning in dislike for the hot coffee on her and her back thumping in pain. “don’t worry.” she called over the table to the boy who’d just woken up as she sat up. “maybe you have spit on your face. but i’ve got coffee all over me.”

Bruce frowned as he heard the girl’s words, concern etched in his features while his own embarrassment was instantly forgotten. “Are you alright? Did you burn yourself at all?” He asked, reaching from the napkin dispenser that sat on the table and pulling out several napkins from it before handing them to her. “If you got any burns you should apply some cold water to them, and then put some aloe vera on them if you’ve got any. Hang on-” He paused here to reach into his bag, which he searched through for a few seconds before finding his own bottle of aloe vera, which he then handed to her. When you were a crime fighter, it was important to carry the essentials in first aid, because you pretty much always had at least one minor injury that needed to be treated.

[nightcloakgrayson-blog]

To everyone I still owe replies to: I promise they’re coming! I have to go to work now, but I will do the rest of my replies when I get home! 

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blackcatari:

arianna sighed, thinking about the latest argument she’d had with her father. she met bruce’s eyes with a small grin. she’d grown up beside him, and he was basically part of her family at that point. “i know he means well, but he’s expecting me to sit around brushing my hair and painting my toenails while obeying his every command. he’s crossed the line between protecting me and messing with my life. i get where he’s coming from, especially after thomas, but god. let me breathe, for fucks sake.” she smiled a little bit. bruce was always able to make her feel better. “i know he would, i’m awesome. thanks, bruce.” she nodded, knowing exactly what he meant, before leaning closer to him, curious to hear what he’d been doing at nights. “seriously? have you gotten close enough to see what they’re up to yet? if you want, i’ll go with you tonight. a group that large, you need backup.”

In his mind’s eye, Bruce envisioned himself in his Nightcloak persona running around Gotham with Arianna, the results of which were almost enough to make him cringe. Sure right then, as they sat there, things between them felt like they had settled down into being pretty much normal again; it was the comfortable and familiar feeling of being in her company that Bruce had come to know over the years of growing up together. But just because that’s how things felt right now, that didn’t mean that it would last. His feelings for her could easily mess that up in a heartbeat, and render him a blundering buffoon; something that was extremely dangerous when it came to fighting crime. But he didn’t really see that he had any other choice in the matter. He couldn’t exactly refuse her help, especially not after the conversation they’d just had about her father. The last thing he wanted was for her to think that he thought she wasn’t capable, which she very well might assume if he refused her help. Plus, she had something of a point; if he did manage to finally track down The Black Gate tonight, he was in no condition to take them on by himself. The group was made up of well trained fighters that he would have had difficulty fighting on his own on a good day. Add on the fact that he was fatigued and groggy, and if he tried to take them on by himself tonight, he would probably end up dead. After a moment of pondering it,Bruce finally nodded his head in agreement. “Alright yeah. that sounds like a good idea” He said, a small smile raising the corners of his mouth before he added.”My partner in crime, now my partner in crime fighting”