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[text: Grayson ]: riiiiiiiiichaaaaaaaard! where are youu?? is margartia monday[text: Grayson ]: did yu know you have like the prtiest eyes? theyre really fuckn pretty[text: Grayson ]: 🍆🍆🍆
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Dick could hear the soft patter of feet in the dining room as the door to the manor closed after Bruce’s exit. The faint sound of a mug clinking on the table and the rustling of papers let him know that there was someone else in the large house. Alfred was sure to be running some errands within or outside of the house, and Barbara was at her fathers at present, and he didn’t much care for where Damien was. So it could only be. “Selina…” Dick said with a smirk and a snigger. “For the love of God finish thy sentence.” He said, stifling a laugh as his gaze went to her black panties. “Nice touch doll face.” He mused as he moved to the nearby cupboards to find himself some breakfast.
Scowling, Selina returned her attention to the newspaper, though she now found severe D I F F I C U L T I E S in reading it. Setting it down, she fixed Dick with a fierce G L A R E. “Bruce told me that no one was going to be H O M E. Goddamn it, this is why I tell him that I don’t want to S L E E P over. Because god knows who is going to end up seeing me in my panties.”
She adjusted the shirt around her frame and sipped the rest of her coffee. Well, now she was C O M F Y--and no amount of internal discomfort was going to change that. Selina sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “What are you even doing? I thought for sure that you’d be with Babs.”
" It's impossible to argue with you when you cite your sources." - Dick
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Barbara smiled at Grayson’ frustration. “That’s the point, boy wonder.” She made a point of still using that old nickname even after all this time. “You better crack open those books.” Her photographic memory helped tremendously here.
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[text: Grayson ❤️]: God dammit Grayson. I haven’t seen you in months, we haven’t talked in weeks. Despite myself, despite everything, I still miss you. And it drives me insane.
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@flyinggraysonnightwing
[text: Grayson ❤️]: hey sleepy head, rise and shine! i thought maybe we could get brunch?[text: Grayson ❤️]: welp I’m outside your place now so get in loser we’re getting mimosas!
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Dick Grayson || Nightwing || @thebluenightwonder
"I've always taken it for granted that I'm fighting the good fight, I guess mostly due to my faith in Batman. But I have to admit, up here on the urban highwire, I take a lot of liberties. I tell myself they're all justified, but isn't that what everybody tells themselves? Does anybody wake up thinking,
'Today, I'm going to cross the line'?"
