#grayson 12

[loislaane]

DICK and DAMIAN in GRAYSON #12

[hood-ex]

Love how Dick decided to speak in code with Damian via praising Damian and talking about how proud he was of him. We love a man who can kill two birds with one stone 😌.

"Before we get into it—and we have a lot to get into—I have to tell you something. Red Robin, Red Hood, Batgirl, I knew they could take me leaving. Each of them has been in this game long enough. And you’ve seen things, too, I know. Kids like you… well, there aren’t a lot of kids like you. I just want to say, how you took it, how you went on. To see what you’re doing, what you’ve become, I’m nothing but proud."

BREAK IT

Like he could've said absolutely anything else to convey that same message but no he was sitting on those words and he needed Damian to hear them.

[gotham-exclusive]

This is just SO important to me

Damian being the one to forgive him immediately without making Dick work for it like the others did just because he missed his big brother enough to not hold a grudge

Their brotherly or even father/son style relationship will always be one of my favourites in the comics

(Grayson #12)

[miceandbooks]

Look at him running to hug his older brother! I'm definitely starting a collection of Damian hugs.

[mlim8]

Boy pretty. Head empty. Gloves. Grayson #12 with all those reunions killed me. ;3;

[lookforanewangle]

behind your darkest doubts | whumptober 2020 // crack and shatter

No 12. I THINK I’VE BROKEN SOMETHING

Broken Down | Broken Bones | Broken Trust

//  ao3  //

a reimagining of Dick and Damian's reunion in Grayson #12. inspired by this post by @hood-ex

Everything must be finally getting to him, Dick thinks, because that’s Damian across the way, staring at him wide-eyed.

Damian, his dead brother.

Damian, his Robin. 

Damian, his kid.

“You’re alive?” he says incredulously, heart beating a rhythm of hope in his chest, creeping up into his throat.

“You’re alive?” Damian says, tone matching Dick’s, and before Dick can respond, Damian is flipping across the gap, leaping the railing, and throwing himself into Dick’s arms.

Dick catches him, of course. Dick will always catch him.

“I missed you,” Damian says, voice filled with relief and sorrow and pain, cheek pressing to Dick’s, and after everything, after everyone else and their reactions, Damian’s admission is just—

It’s too much, and Dick breaks.

His chest hitches on a sob, and he sinks to the ground in a slow-motion collapse, tears streaming suddenly down his cheeks. He’s done, he’s spent, and his emotions are seeping out of him faster than he can rein them in. Damian is abruptly tense in his arms, calling his name in increasing worry, hands tightening in Dick’s jacket, but Dick just grips him as tight as he can, holds him as close as possible to his chest, reveling in the beating heart beneath his hands, the warmth of Damian’s skin, and the steady rise and fall of his chest against Dick’s.

He’s alive he’s alive he’s alive.

He buries his face in Damian’s hair as he shudders through the sobs wrenching from his chest, hand tangled in the hair at the nape of Damian’s neck. Damian seems to realize that he needs this, needs this release, needs to hold close the brother who died for him— Don’t you ever fucking do that again, do you hear me?— and he winds his arms around Dick’s neck and grips back just as tightly, burying his face in his shoulder. Dick thinks he may feel tears seep through his jacket, but he can’t tell for sure.

He’d never tell anyway.

“I missed you,” Damian whispers again as his sobs subside, and Dick grips him tighter in response. He pulls back just enough to press a kiss to Damian’s hair, and rests his cheek against his head, rocking them back and forth.

“I know, kiddo,” Dick rasps, settling more comfortably against the railing next to them.

“Me too,” he says, arms not loosening their grip on his boy.

“Me too.”

[marsapartment]

Look, I didn’t think it was going to get better than Damian not knowing what to make of a villain’s password being ‘SpottedDick37′, but then immediately we got Jason holding Tim upside-down like a bundle of flowers, so

[loislaane]

DICK, JASON, and TIM in GRAYSON #12