It's been said enough, but we all know that World's Finest is basically them raising their son, Timon and Pumbaa style.
Btw. Have I told anybody how much I love Richard "Dick" Grayson-Wayne, yet?
Dick and his parents. Dick and his two dads. Dick and the men who raised him.
Oh god they make me sick. I wanna cry. I love them so much.
Him getting grabbed by Bruce, meaning he's not alone. That he won't fall... Cheff Kiss. And his talk with Clark? Clark is so good at emotional support. God bless you, ma and pa Kent. You raised a fine ass man... I mean, a good man...
He didn't need to be shirtless in that scene, just saying.
And whenever he's acting like the teen he's supposed to be. Fuck yes.
He being loyal mhm mhm
Oh. My. God.
And him being his typical little shit.
Maybe this is enough for now lol. I just love the run, it's so cute (it does have his sad moments... Miss you, D) and in overall it's a super fun way to show their relationship.
Batman/Superman: World's Finest (2022-) [In the order I put them]: #6; #7; #8; #14; #26; #15; #39; #41
Me, reads Bloodborne after five years: Mhm. This is why. Good shit right here.
The huggg!! They make me physically ill.
Lady (paraphrased): It could fail and you would die.
Dick, knowing that if it failed, it would mean Bruce would also be dead: Then I got nothing to lose.
Batman/Nightwing: Bloodborne (2002)
GOOD GOD I LOVE BLOODBORNE
I'll go read it again in 5 years. I just can't like the art style. But the story though!!! Uuuugh!!!!
Also, obviously off topic, but now I kinda want to play Bloodborne again. Maybe I can beat it without wanting to destroy my PS4. Fucking FromSoftware. When is The Duskbloods getting released...
Would Bruce ever do fake all night stakeouts with his kids individually to make they get enough mummy and me time?
I don't think he'd make ones up. I think he'd pick a low priority case and find a reason for them to work on it, but it's easy, or they already know how things are going to go down, so they can relax.
Do the kids make them up for him? Now that's another question
I will preface by saying composure where? Everyone is losing their shit.
"Sound off!" Barbara orders, a hand pressed to her comm. She has all of her monitors set up, she can see the red dots in her peripheral, but she can't tear her eyes away from her main monitor.
Not when that is the screen where she is watching Batman die.
"Two minutes out," Nightwing pants.
"Turning onto Henel Ave; three minutes." His bike's engine roars, but she switches her attention to the growl of the Batmobile's engine.
"Catching up to Nightwing now, Oracle."
"Red Robin."
"I'll get there."
"Where are you?"
"I'll. Get. There."
"Then fucking hurry," she snaps back.
Bruce arches as another surge of electricity hits him, and Joker's laugh crackles through her headset. It sends a shiver down her spine, and she watches Bruce intently. He's too good to give Joker the satisfaction of the torture, he won't make a noise, but selfishly, she wishes he would. Just once. Something to let her know he's still breathing, the boys aren't too late, she hasn't just lost another person to the Joker.
"Medbay's ready," Duke reports. "Leslie's on the way, Alfred's ready to scrub in, Cass and I are ready to receive Bruce however you bring him in."
"You bring him in," Cass repeats, a demand.
"We will," Damian swears.
Dick's follow-up somehow doesn't feel like a reassurance. Or, not just a reassurance. Given how bad Bruce looks, it also stands to possibly be a goodbye.
"We're not coming back without him."
Barbara watches Joker throw his head back with a laugh, and two thugs lumber into frame, lugging with themโ
"Hurry," she orders. "Bruce needs you."
"What's changed, O?"
"Joker hasโ fuck, I don't even know what it is, but it's clearly... fucking hurry up."
"I'm there, I'm here, where the fuck are you guys?!" Hood yells.
Dick heaves a deep, whistling breath. "Red?"
"I'm here, let's goโ"
"Going dark," Damian rasps, and four beeps sound in her ear as they cut off their comm lines.
"Are they gonna make it?" Duke asks, and she presses her fingers to her mouth, watching the masked goons aim the whatever-the-fuck at Bruce's exposed, battered, bleeding chest.
"One bad day," Joker sing-songs. "You never agreed, Bats. Shall we find out whay your birdies think?"
Barbara breathes a sigh of relief as the flash of blue she glimpses in the pixelated shadows.
They made it.
Bruce is safe.
They converge around Joker, stepping out of the darkness to surround him from all sides.
Nightwing holds a glowing baton under his chin, and Joker tinkles a laugh that is cut off by the crackle of electricity.
my gcese are finally over dude Iโm soooo happy (gcese are like the exams up you take at 16 in England)
Which means I get three months off way longer than usual so hopefully Iโm gonna be able to post way way moreโฆ.i really wonโt to open commissions but low-key I donโt think anyone would buy them
Hey so baby Thomas Grayson is the sweetest baby ever! If that's okay, could I please request something about Dick's reaction to his first milestones like crawling, walking, first word... or maybe tomtom being a mama's boy ๐ฅบ loove a mini dick grayson loving his mama so so much just like his dad does
feel free to ignore it of it does not pleases you lol! have a good day <3
๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ โข your son was always meant to be a mama's boy. dick simply made sure of it.
๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ โข this is a sort of continuation of the tiny tyrant of blรผdhaven โฌซ fluff โฌซ established relationship โฌซ f!reader โฌซ no physical description is given for the reader โฌซ for writing purposes, i named your baby thomas grayson โฌซ english isn't my language ...
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โ ๐๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โ first of all, i'd like to give credit @/chrisssiren for the dividers. it's so nice to see how much you all loved little tomtom. i have so many scenarios for him living rent-free in my head. i've also been thinking about exploring jason's journey into fatherhood in future stories. anyway, enjoy reading! ๊ ๊ เฉญใฃ
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ little person with a personality much bigger than himself. he made it very clear whenever he disliked something, decided exactly what he would and wouldn't do, and treated everyone around him as though they were his own personal servants. but one thing became obvious from his very first months of life: tomtom was, without question, a mama's boy.
his very first intentional smile was meant for you. you were rocking him one quiet afternoon after a peaceful feeding. his tummy was full, he was warm and cozy in your arms, and then those bright blue eyes looked at you with unmistakable purpose. a beautiful, wide, completely toothless smile spread across his face, his smooth little gums greeting you so lovingly that your heart skipped a beat. in that moment, you knew you would love that little boy for the rest of your life.
tomtom had inherited his father's eyes, and just like dick, those eyes were always searching for you. as for his father himself... tomtom merely seemed to tolerate his existence.
one lazy morning, you carried tomtom into your bedroom and laid him down between you and dick. the baby looked around curiously, smiling every time he found your face. you entertained him with silly expressions, soft noises, and little tickles over his round belly. tomtom burst into delighted giggles, tried to grab your hand with his chubby fingers, and kicked his legs excitedly.
but the second dick leaned over his son and tried doing exactly the same thing, tomtom's expression darkened. his thin little eyebrows pulled together, his tiny lips formed the most offended pout imaginable, and both of his hands curled into determined little fists. who does this clown think he is? who let him get this close to us, mommy? the baby seemed to ask with nothing but his eyes as he glanced between you and his father.
at ten months old, tomtom said his first word. he sat in his high chair with a silicone bib around his neck and a spoon clutched tightly in his hand, banging it furiously against the tray while demanding that dick hurry up with lunch.
"easy there, buddy. it's not your last meal. daddy's working on it," dick said, as though his son would understand. instead, he received an enthusiastic, "ah! bah teh!"
once lunch was ready, dick placed the little plate in front of him. tomtom examined every single item with great seriousness. tiny pieces of steamed carrots, shredded grilled chicken, small cubes of pumpkin. a scoop of mashed potatoes so he could experience different textures. finely chopped lettuce and beets.
he stared for a long moment before letting out a tiny huff, almost as if approving his father's work. satisfied, dick gently took the spoon from tomtom's hand and began feeding him small bites.
eating had never been a problem. ever since starting solids, tomtom had happily accepted nearly everything offered to him. he opened his mouth impossibly wide and leaned forward eagerly.
the moment he closed his mouth around the spoon, his chubby little hands wrapped around dick's wrist, refusing to let him pull it back. "you really do love eating, don't you, little man?" dick laughed "did you know you're the most handsome baby in the whole world?" tomtom frowned, immediately letting go of his father's hand.
within minutes there was food on his cheeks, on the tip of his nose, between his fingers, all over his bib, and somehow... even in his hair. eventually, he grew impatient with dick's "slow" feeding and abandoned the spoon altogether, grabbing everything with both hands and enthusiastically stuffing it into his mouth.
you had only gone out for lunch with a friend, you couldn't have been gone for more than two hours. the moment you opened the apartment door and called out in a cheerful voice, "where are my two favorite boys in the whole wide world?" tomtom immediately began bouncing excitedly in his high chair.
his little legs kicked wildly. his clumsy hands clapped together over and over. he twisted his body as much as he could, desperately trying to see you. dick chuckled and reached for the bib. then, all of a sudden "ma... ma... ma..."
dick froze. his eyes went wide as he looked at you. you looked just as stunned. "is... is he trying to talk?" dick whispered in disbelief. you hurried over, dropping your shopping bags onto the living room floor without a second thought.
walking around the high chair, you leaned closer to your son "hi, sweetheart. are you trying to tell mommy something?" your voice was gentle and warm. tomtom's smile somehow grew even bigger.
he stretched both arms toward you, opening and closing his tiny hands while making excited little noises "ma... mama..." it came out quietly, still uncertain, but he kept trying "ma... ma..." then, proudly "mama!"
clear enough for both of you to hear, clear enough for him to know he'd gotten it right. your eyes filled with tears instantly. you didn't care about the food covering him anymore, all you wanted was to pick up your little boy and hold him as tightly as you possibly could.
"that's right, my love," you whispered through happy tears "that's me. i'm your mommy." tomtom immediately snuggled into your arms, wearing that dazzling smile that melted both your heart and dick's.
dick somehow looked even more emotional than you. his own eyes shimmered with tears as he wrapped both arms around you "i can't believe his first word was mommy. it was supposed to be daddy," he complained dramatically, pretending to be deeply offended.
laughing, you took tomtom's tiny hand and covered it with kisses "i carried him for nine months, sweetheart. of course he looked at all my hard work and thought, 'oh my god, my mom is incredible. i have to give her this one.'"
dick let out an exaggerated sigh before laughing softly, his forehead falling against yours. he snuggled even closer, hiding his face in the curve of your neck while absentmindedly stroking tomtom's hair.
dick grayson was, without question, a devoted husband and father. his two greatest treasures in the entire world were safely tucked inside his arms.
even before tomtom had been born, the two of you constantly argued over who would "receive" all the important milestones. the first smile, the first word, the first steps. naturally, you insisted that, as his mother, the obvious choice was you. dick argued just as passionately that, as his father, your son would naturally want to imitate him and make him proud.
they were silly little arguments, mostly excuses to distract you whenever your growing belly made your back ache or your feet swelled after standing for barely five minutes.
what you never knew was that almost every night after patrol, dick quietly slipped into tomtom's bedroom. more often than not, tomtom was awake, quietly staring up at the star-and-bat mobile bruce had given him as a gift.
the room was softly lit by a warm bedside lamp. tomtom spotted his father and immediately broke into a smile. "well, there's my big guy," dick whispered as he walked over to the crib.
he leaned down, tomtom instantly reached both arms up, determined to grab his father's nose. "did you miss daddy, buddy?" dick never picked him up, he knew it would only be a matter of minutes before tomtom drifted back to sleep on his own.
instead, he offered his fingers for tomtom to chew on and play with while the baby happily kicked beneath his blanket. then dick reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. he opened a picture of you.
tomtom immediately became fascinated by the glowing screen. "buddy... this is your mommy." he spoke slowly, carefully exaggerating every syllable "mom-my. can you say it with me? mom-my."
he made sure the baby could clearly watch the movement of his lips "she's the most important woman in the whole world, you know that? we're the two luckiest, and handsomest, guys alive. all because we have her." tomtom continued staring at your picture with complete fascination. "so here's the deal, little man. you're going to learn how to call for her, okay?"
"this..." he pointed gently toward your picture. "...is mommy. mommy. your beautiful mommy." and so, for countless nights over countless months, dick secretly held little lessons with your son, patiently teaching him that the most important person in both of their lives was, without a single doubtโฆ mommy.
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