#incorrect nightwing

[cardinalcheerio]

Tim: Hey dick?

Dick: yeah?

Tim: Sooo... if someone were to hypothetically steal a sculpture called "The Hand". Would they call the heist, "The Hand Job"?

Dick *grinning and searching sculptures*: be a worse crime not to name it that

[simple-dorito]

Jason, in Red Hood gear: You, me, date tonight?

Reader: You? Me? Fat chance!

Jason: °O°

Jason: I have a chance! And it's fat!

Dick; so tell me what happened again?

Jason: I asked them on a date!

Dick; what did they say, details I. need. the. details.

Jason; they said ‘you. Me. fat chance.’ So I think I scored!

Dick: …oh little wing. That’s not.

Jason: gotta go! Got a date to prepare for! *runs off*

Dick; this situation would’ve been adorable had he not been a six foot something walking brick shithouse with the full arsenal of an entire military tucked away in his bookshelves of clsssics and modern retellings…

[incorrect-waynemanor]

duke: i have to tell you something

dick: what

duke: i killed somebody once...

dick: me too

duke, laughing: APRIL 1

dick: july 18

[incorrect-dc-qoutes]

Batman: I’m telling you, my team is competent. Nightwing, rushing in: Duke! Damian tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken

[ramen8008]

Dick: hey have you eaten today?

Jason: no

Jason: I run on hatred and spite

Dick: ... Yeah me neither

[jasonsthunderthighs]

Jason: Speakin of money, how bout the 20$ you owe me?

Tim: Oh yea. Well, I only have 10$. *Takes out a 10$ bill, handin it to Jason*  So, here's 10$. I owe you 10$.

Jason: Thanks.

Dick: Hey. You owe me 20$.

Jason: Well, here's 10$ and I owe you 10$. *Hands the bill to Dick*

Tim: Ah, ah. You owe me 20$.

Dick: Here's 10$, I owe you 10$. *Gives the bill back to Tim*

Tim: Here's the 10$ I owe you. *Gives the bill to Jason*

Jason: Here's the 10$ I owe you. *Gives the bill to Dick*

Dick: Here's the 10$ I owe you. *Gives the bill back to Tim*

Tim: Good! Now we're all even! *Pockets the bill*

[ryemiffie]

More quotes from my day as batfam quotes for yours:

Spoiler: Nightwing, it is clear that you are the best option for this job.

Nightwing: Cause I can look the coolest?

Spoiler: No cause you can look the sluttiest.

Red Hood: I resent that!

[konohaslamestkunoichi]

*At a gala, undercover.*

Dick walks up to you holding out a champagne flute.

Dick, mischievously: “Where were we?”

Y/N, sighs exasperated: “You have to stop.”

Dick: “Stop what?“

Y/N drags Dick onto a terrace, making sure they aren’t seen, downing the champagne glass he had brought in one comically loud gulp Alfred would’ve taken a head for.

Y/N: “You have to stop being where I am, talking to me.”

Dick, wide eyed: “Seems unreasonable with our jobs… Besides I like being where you are!”

Y/N: “Stop. We have a problem. I have a problem.”

Dick, narrowing his eyes playfully: “What’s that?”

You definitely weren’t referencing the fact that you two couldn’t keep your hands off of each other and how he never really seemed to find his way back to his bed on nights you had missions together. Definitely not.