nightwing

richard "dick" grayson. nightwing. detective in the gcpd. "okay, mom and dad, your "flying grayson" is about to take the great leap. or as they say it in french, le grand saut. down, down and away. i'd say i wish you could see me now, but i know you're watching me - i can feel angels on my shoulders. and probably a bat, too."

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capedcrusvder:

“Bruce Wayne can’t be everywhere at once.“ In and out of the mask, he was still just one man. And in their precarious line of business, having mourned the loss of two sons, a daughter, he knew that while the icon of the Batman would live on, Bruce Wayne wasn’t similarly indestructible.

If anyone was worthy of taking over the cowl–

“You’re about the right age to start training for the seat of Chairman. Nobody will blink an eye.”

“Bruce Wayne hardly makes an appearance these days, you need to take the cowl off at some point.” As much as he once admired Bruce’s determination to clean up the city in whatever way he could under the guise of Batman, he also knew that it could take a toll on him. These days, it seemed Bruce was simply weaving his way through life and not experiencing it to its full potential, it was only a matter of time before he became lost to seeking justice and that was something Dick could not afford.

His statement, however, rocked him back onto his heels as he chanced a glance backwards at the taller man.

“And what about you? What are you going to do if I take over?”

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hvntrvss:

“am i hallucinating or did i see a certain dark male without a date this fine evening? i never thought that would actually happen. usually, women and men can’t keep their hands off you,” she hummed in amusement, sipping on her flute of champagne.

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“if you want to get me alone, helena, you can just ask me, you know. but, no, i’m not alone tonight, i’m just not attached at the hip to my date and i can always spare a moment or two to talk to you.” he quirked an eyebrow, an entertained gleam shining in his eyes.

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the-timothydrake:

“Okay. Not ready to think about Bruce without Alfred. Got any extra left over?“

“At this point, Alfred is definitely going to outlive Bruce, come on. Oh, so now you suddenly want to eat some of my food? I’m half tempted to just to make a bowl of cereal for you.”

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rvsewilsvn:

“now, now, i could have changed but you are right,” she hummed before raising an eyebrow at the dark haired male, “i don’t like dancing around the issue. what about him this time?”

“take it from someone who knows, you don’t change that easily.” shifting from one foot to another, he leveled a rather serious look at her. “i don’t know if you heard about this, but he kind of shot my girlfriend.”

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capedcrusvder:

“You’re useless here.“

He’d raised Dick. Trained him to bruise and break, not to mend or fix another damaged victim of Gotham’s streets. Still–out of all his sons, Dick had the ability raise spirits.

“We’re overdue on a donation to the hospital. You can represent the Waynes and take care of that tomorrow.“

As close as he and Bruce were, there were still certain morals that they did not share and as much as Dick would have liked to believe that he could eventually sway the mind of the man that he called his father, he was not holding his breath. Tiptoeing the edge of the building, he heaved out a rather long sigh as he precariously balanced on it.

“And what plans have you made that are going to keep you from showing up? You know, people tend to expect Bruce Wayne to show up to things that have his name labelled on them, not his adopted son.”

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lawfvl:

❛  are  we  not  ALREADY  ?  ❜           she  inquired,            donning  an  expression  halfway  between  confusion  and  INJURY,           ❛  that’s  HARSH.           and  here  i  was  about  to  give  you  some  candy  from  my  SECRET  STASH.  ❜

“in crime? not so much. unless you’re out there committing crimes in my name that i don’t know about?” there was a flash of a toothy grin as well as a wink as he nudged her slightly. “if i keep your nightly activity under wraps and keep letting you use my good name, can i still get some of that candy?”

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rvsewilsvn:

“why would an innocent little girl like me do such a thing?” she teased, grinning widely at the male before raising an eyebrow, “you came to me, love, i didn’t come to you. you are obviously after something from me.”

“we both know you’re not as innocent as you seem, come on.” though an eye roll accompanied his words, he was hardly annoyed at her retort before his face grew serious. “no beating around the bush with you today, huh? it’s... kind of about your dad, actually.”

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the-timothydrake:

“I thought you were only capable of making cereal.“

“I like to eat, so I learned how to cook. You know, we all can’t have Alfred forever.”

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rvsewilsvn:

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“hey handsome, come around here often?” rose purred as she leant against the closest solid structure as her eyes fell on the dark haired male, “is there anything at all i could help you with? no suggestion is too big,” she smirked, twirling a piece of blonde hair around her finger.

“are you trying to work some reverse psychology on me?” he questioned, far more amused than he should have been at her demeanor, a sly smile reflecting her own. “you know i don’t need anyone’s help and if i did, i wouldn’t exactly be asking you for it. spit it out, come on.”

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capedcrusvder:

The traditional rules of engagement were disregarded in Gotham. Scorned as vulnerabilities. Age, gender, profession–details seen as negligible in the warpath of criminals. And either as soldiers or collateral damage, children were one of the unfortunate consequences of the fight.

He was impossible to see from the ground, perched on the edge of Gotham General Hospital’s rooftop. The operation, for all intents and purposes, had been a success. But the boy (barely older than Dick had been when he first started) being whisked in from the ambulance and into the ER–

Batman stood, acknowledging the other presence on the roof.

“He’s going to make it.”

Casualties had always been a part of the fight, no matter how much they all wanted to prevent them. They were simply a part of nature, an endless cycle of life and death that had been engraved into his mind from the moment he fell into the hands of his adopted father. No matter how hard they tried, sometimes death was simply unavoidable.

Tonight, however, was different. Dick had always had a soft spot when it came to children, especially those who were caught in the crossfire of something that they could not understand.

Though a dubious sound came from the back of his throat, Nightwing stood in the shadows just as well, lips pressed together tightly as a look of concern swam across his features.

“I know, but I’m still doing to keep an eye on him.”

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the-timothydrake:

“Uh-huh. So, what. You were baking?“

“Is that so hard to believe?”

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hxntrxs:

“Flour. Mmm-hmm, sure. And, let me guess, that’s salt around your lips.”

“Definitely, for sure. Want a taste?”

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lawfvl:

❛  i  believe  that  if  junk  food  was  ILLEGAL  you’d  turn  on  the gcpd  in  a  SECOND.           but  i  probably  would  too,           so  at  least  we’re  in  the  same  boat.  ❜

“so, basically, you’re saying that we’d be partners in crime? aw, that’s sweet of you, really.”

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rcvenisms:

She laughed, something that would have thrown her head back in joy had he not suddenly pulled her tight against him. Her arms threaded happily around his neck, fingers sliding to tangle in his hair of their own accord. It was a practiced motion now. Even in sleep their bodies found each other, waking from haunted dreams to find four sets of limbs tangled together in equal measure. They all needed each other, but Raven’s bond with Dick, her closeness to him, was something unique. Something that was not altogether as pure or whole as they’d like to acknowledge, but it was easy to f o r g e t when they had moments like these. “I hate you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his as they formed the words, holding onto him with every ounce of strength she possessed, “I hope you know that.”

Admittedly, Dick had always been a little flirtatious at best, his boyish charms a desperate cover up of the darkness he had felt inside since he had taken his first life. What he had not expected was his eventual relationship with three of the people he cared most about and the acknowledgement that he would truly never be alone for the rest of his days. To him, that was more than enough to allow fleeting happiness to flourish in his chest. “You hate me, huh?” He replied, biting back a laugh as something devilish sparked in his crystalline eyes. “Is that right? Maybe I shouldn’t kiss you, then. Maybe I shouldn’t kiss you for a week since you hate me so much.” Though he was teasing, he was not beyond holding out just to prove a point.

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lawfvl:

❛   i  think  i’d  believe  you  more  if  you  said  it  was  COCAINE.  ❜

“you’d rather believe that i’m a dirty cop than believe that i might actually like donuts? that’s harsh, penny.”

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cmnisciient:

    ❛ where’s the fun in that?? ❜ this is a familiar back and forth, a gentle reminder of a long cherished past that might leave her nostalgic on different days.  ❛ as many a writer has said, it’s all a matter of perspective. you say patronize; i say — modest opposition. ❜ a slight shrug of her shoulders is meant to keep her seemingly nonchalant, but even pursed lips find it difficult to keep her amusement at bay.

“i mean, it’d certainly be fun for me?” this is certainly reminiscent of what they had once been, a duo that so often accompanied the bat before life had gotten in the way of that and they had simply grown up and apart in some ways. “modest opposition over whether or not i like donuts, i hope we never have to argue over anything serious.” what he means to say is over anything serious again, but he omits it from his statement, letting their past stay there. he is, however, the first to break as the corner of his lips tilt upwards into a reluctant smile.

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rcvenisms:

“Gar is a VEGAN,” she reminded him playfully, finding herself leaning into Dick as much as he was her. At his request, she balked, eyes going wide and mouth hanging open in a surprisingly real bout of shock. “You’re a menace!” she gasped out, though one hand flew to cover the hand he held still on her face to ensure that he wouldn’t pull away despite her teasing. It took a moment of swallowing her pride but, as her gaze flickered from his eyes down to his lips, Raven let out a small sigh. “Kiss me? Please?”

Moments like these are his favourite: a stark reminder of how far they had come from who they had both used to be and something he looked forward to each and every single day. A small chuckle escaped him at her accusation, a cheeky smile stretching across his features as he briefly considered giving in. A rush of satisfaction poured into him at her request, an arm circling around her waist as he pulled her impossibly closer. “I mean, if you insist,” he murmured, closing the distance between their lips.