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hi!! this is a new blog to centre all my batfam posts, thoughts, and reblogs. i used to do all that in my main sideblog but it’s used for mature writings (x reader fics) so moving all dc related stuff here!!
this is going to be a dick-centric blog! will slip into 100% ooc/fanon batfam dynamics. i do understand that such portrayals can be annoying so please let me know any concerns! i’m open to asks and discussions :]
i linked a get-to-know-me in my pen-name, but to summarize: i’m queer (unlabelled sexuality), se-asian, graduated from university (but pursuing grad school so i will be in academia for a while)
dick grayson did not wear a deep cut v neck and the mullet to the judas contract just for dc comics to say that tim drake is gonna be the first gay robin. dont worry mr. grayson. i saw your mullet
dick who is so full of love and whimsy that when he is hit with a spell that makes him say nothing but the truth, his first instinct is to run away. he hops on his bike and speeds out, and when babs confirmed that dick didn't ride back to his flat in blud and that he deliberately avoided the cameras to escape, the whole family starts getting worried.
of course everyone has skeletons in their closet, and surely dick is the same too. but what could be so bad that not only did he leave the cave but he left the cities altogether? it wasn't like they were going to prod him to hear what he has to say anyway because they understand the weight of that curse. they'd probably leave the cave too if they were the one hit but to disappear without a trace? that was concerning.
cass tells them to be patient, though, and she stares jason down until he hops off his bike with a frown and crashes upstairs. they know she's right—they have to wait for dick to come back home on his own.
but he doesn't. a whole week passes and he's still gone.
bruce is the first to break their unspoken promise.
he finds dick at "their place." it's a patch of land behind a park that was no longer pedestrian-friendly since the construction to make it into a parking lot. the construction was abandoned half-way through, leaving behind sand and concrete powder and loose pipes. it doesn't even oversee the pond anymore.
"chum," he greets and his voice rumbles as more bruce than the bat. "why-"
"i was going to lash out, b," dick says, cutting him off. and he sounds wrecked, tired, and bruce notes that the curse is gone.
"felt it here," to this, dick pats at his chest. "the anger was just so bright, i knew i was going to say something i didn't really mean."
bruce swallows at the lump lodged in his throat and drops beside his son. he wishes he could say that he understands him—it seems like anger is the one trait that they all share without reservations—but bruce's anger has never been to his family. it has always just been for.
but dick, whose love burns hotter than any magma out there, is a miasma of curling anger. anger directed to them, to bruce, and to himself. the sins of his past continue to haunt him, but it seems like his childish jealousy and the betrayal that cut onto him never really went away; they just learned to simmer into something palatable, something dick could smother underneath his organs so that no one could see them.
he turns to his dad. bruce meets his gaze head-on.
"i- i'm not a good person, b. because how could i think of them that way when i love them?"
bruce—
bruce doesn't know.
sure, he knows how to bite the anger, to curb it, and he knows how to forgive, even reluctantly, but to hold onto embers the way dick did to the point that it almost threatened to rip from his chest without his consent? it is something foreign but tangible; and bruce looks at his son and wonders since when did it feel like he was looking onto a shadow and or a ghost?
bruce pulls from his memories and remembers that there is one more thing he knows.
"a good person wouldn't do what you did, dick. a good person wouldn't even stop to think if they were, so this?"
bruce's heart aches at how raw dick looks at him, like he is holding onto his every word. bruce finally gives in and tugs his boy to his side.
"this is you being a good person, chum." he breathes his son in. "your love is a reflection of that; not the cause."
they stay there for a long while, and if bruce's shoulder started to get cold and damp, then that is a secret to be shared and buried.
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