#nitwng

[gctjinxd]

@nitwng​

“ if not for the laws of Victor I would have slaughtered you by now -- “ 

[stcrshnes]

@nitwng​ sent: “Please don’t laugh.”

“’Course not! It’s pretty!” There’s a confident manner to her assurances, the half alien reaching into her lap for a clip before securing what was probably now the tenth barrette to her dad’s hair. The scattered array of clips and bands was admittedly a little odd looking, but perfect in Mar’i’s eyes nonetheless. Bright green hues squinted thoughtfully at her work thus far and a quick exhale of breath blew an errant strand of her own hair out of her face and freed her line of vision. The young girl swayed slightly mid-air from where her leg-crossed form hovered over the ground before she was giving a nod of approval. “Mama taught me how to braid too.”

[bwaync-blog]

@nitwng​ // entered the batcave .

              ❝ Did Alfred call you? ❞ Well, he certainly hadn’t so unless Dick had contacts that Bruce didn’t know about, he had to have been called by Alfred. Which was completely an Alfred thing to do when he thought Bruce was out of his league with what he was doing. And he was not, just a minor setback that resulted in a few broken ribs. Bones healed. He’d get back up and start all over once the pain meds kicked in. 

               ❝ I don’t need your help. ❞ Briefly Bruce glanced over his shoulder at the approaching man before his attention returned back to the  computer terminal in front of him. 

[nerdybirdboy]

@nitwng​ sent: Visits back home were always worth it when he gets to catch up with his younger brother and sometimes he would only come back to Gotham to see him again even if he wasn't needed, Dick was always the sentimental type and he couldn't stand being away from his family for so long, now seeing Tim again brings a smile to him face, even if he wasn't greeted with the same enthusiasm because Tim was always tired ❛❛ Baby bird! ❞he called as he embraced Tim tightly.

Tim missed Dick. Sure, he wasn’t too far away, but it wasn’t like Tim had much spare time. So the times when his brother came to visit was precious to him and something he looked forward too, even if he didn’t match Dick’s outward enthusiasm. On the inside though, he was almost bursting with joy, which could be seen in his eyes and the wide smile he gave his brother, followed by an eye-roll at the nickname. “I’m not a baby, Dick,” he protested, but there was laughter in his voice and he hugged him back just as tight. Letting out a small sigh, a content one, he allowed himself to close his eyes and enjoy the moment.

[gothamdetected-a]

INCOMING COMMS: // @nitwng​  ››  He hates having to leave like this,  but the Haven needed him and he had a life of his own to worry about,  that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to worry about his family and  especially Bruce. He knows the moment he walks out the door the man  will keep to himself, bear everything on his own and never talk  about it. Dick hesitated for a moment with a frown before walking back  and embracing Bruce tightly ❛❛ you’re the best, I hope you know that ❞

𝙏𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃 𝙄𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘼𝙉 𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙔 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙇𝙔 ;  perhaps that was where he had gone wrong with dick, dick who had clung to him, needed him there, a physical reassurance that bruce could not provide. it had been easier when he was younger, handstands on his shoulders, piggybacks to bed, throwing himself off chandeliers into arms he knew would catch him  ——  but now contact is a arrangement, handshakes and contracts, a world where everything is WORTH something, and every motion is a weakness, disguising meanings, calculating, hidden behind walls. he should be weak, for his children, show that he is imperfect, FLAWED, but the training is there, rigid, brainwashing, and even now the voice that sounds so very familiar shouts in his head he wants something, it’s a ploy, strategy to lower your defences, slide the blade between your ribs, angle it straight towards your heart

a deep breath. then another. he opens his eyes and it is still just dick. still just his SON. 

his body tenses at the hug, muscles hard as stone           (      it’s been so long since dick hugged him, he was so much smaller back then, barely up to his shoulder, thinner, hopeful      )           and it is a battle to make himself relax, a silent raging WAR between his head and his heart. arms stutter, hover, and then finally raise, closing around bulletproof plating and a broad back. there is the faint smell of dick’s cheap shampoo, and something ugly rears its head in his chest, ancient and painful, that squeezes his throat closed and mists his eyes.           (      you missed this, bruce. you missed him.      )           it is undeserved, he doesn’t deserve dick’s steadfast love, not after what he has put them through, put his son through, but he can not bring himself to let go. greedy. SELFISH. just a moment more, a moment longer pretending what could have been, which he might have had, if the Mission was not so important. just a father and son. 

even now, look at what is pressed between them. kevlar and carbon fibre and zylon and m5. protective layers, separating, keeping them apart. it is as close as they will ever be. he should say something, something like i’m sorry, i’ve failed you, i wish i could be there, i didn’t know what i was doing, i was scared, i love you son-             ❛   i —   ❜            he clears his throat, forces it all back down, pushes it away further into the cavity of his chest. STUPID, to say it out loud.           ❛   i’m sure i can find at least 8 people who would disagree with that.   ❜

[luckwrote]

freedom.         it was a truly exhilarating experience that ladybug was never granted anymore. when she soared through the skies of paris, it was to fight - crime, hawkmoth, akumas, sentimonsters. it always had a purpose, responsibility always attached. a weight she could never shake. long gone were the days when she would wander the night to get the high that came with free falling off the eiffel tower - testing her new sense of self. discovering what being a ‘ladybug’ was all about. she hadn’t left her city in over three years - always so worried about the next attack, the next akuma, the next victim. when a chance came to visit somewhere new, she was oh so hesitant to leave but was urged by her master to do so, being granted the miraculous of transport to return her home should she need  to.            ‘ go - you deserve a break, my child ’ he had said, empathetic smile spread wide across his face.  it had been so long since she truly was just a teenager. yet her she was - a teenager with super powers, roaming the night. for fun of all things ! oh how she had missed this. the crisp night air whirring past her ears, tangling unkempt black hair into knots - that naturally windswept look. laughter, whoops, and hollars escaped her, left behind in the wind as she swung between the skyscrapers of gotham. she was so absorbed she nearly missed it. her eyes widened and a scream escaped as a hook and rope shot right in front of her. losing her concentration, her yoyo fell away from the building it was hooked to and she began to plummet. free falling. she had almost forgotten what this felt like. it took moments before she had the sense to reattach her yoyo to another structure, the abrupt stop nearly yanked her arm out of socket as she dangled in the night of gotham. she couldn’t help the french profanities leaving her lips. sharp eyes followed the grappling hook back to the approximate location of the owner. 

 “ h- hey ! watch where you shoot that thing, you almost knocked me out of the sky ! ”     //   ( @nitwng​ )

[positivelysuper]

@kcrivnd-r sent:  ALL THE POSITIVITY TO @nitwng. Iris is an amazing human being, she does an incredible job writting Dick and read her is a blessing, but being able to write with her? DOUBLE BLESSING, doesn't matter if we kill ourselves with feels and we turn fluff into pain or vice versa, all her ideas are AMAZING and i can't do anything but follow her and scream together. also she is a wonderful friend and crying in the bahroom buddy. i really love them.

[concertedlysuper]

cont. from [x] with @nitwng

Something was wrong, he could sense it, but he wasn’t sure what. Easing on his grip, he looked up at the man. “The scientists told me you were dead. That you and Superman died while defending the Earth against the apocalyptic events. Though it seems like things got better or something. It doesn’t look very post-apocalyptic here.”

Continuing to watch Nightwing, he still seemed confused. “I’m the clone Cadmus made from your genetic donation. And Superman’s too, of course.” At least that should explain things. Or at least that was what Yoyo thought. “I’m very glad you’re not dead!” he then added, giving Nightwing a toothy grin.