you'll never know if you can fly;

if you don't take the risk of falling. [est 07.20.22. ind. priv. sel. dc multimuse. penned by thystle.]

[wingingthenight]

|| muses | rules

dcu multimuse - selective & mutuals only. primary muses; dick grayson, roy harper, and jonathan crane. 

multimedia & headcanon based. muddling together my favorite pieces of canon, and filling in the blanks. some pieces retained from canon prior to the new 52 and rebirth. heavily affiliated w/ @undeadasshcle​.

penned by thystle || 25 || they/he

[wingingthenight]

points @ jonathan ur telling me a ginger bred that man??

"making holiday cookies was meant to be nice, jerome." jonathan sighs. but he can't quite stop the tiny smile that quirks at the corners of his lips. it's not fair that jerome is as funny as he is, no matter how vulgar. "if the man would help me finish this house, he might even get to do it again." he adds after a moment, grin spreading.

[wingingthenight]

hello!! sending you love!! 💚💙❤️

HELLO thank you, kate <3 <3 <3 i miss you and your ivy dearly

[kingsmemes]

In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.

[kingsmemes]

In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.

[wingingthenight]

|| sorry for the absence!! work this week was… bad, to put it in simplest terms lol. feeling a bit more recovered today but also will be traveling tomorrow for… a work trip. so will probably still be a bit slow/mia for a little longer! as always, mutuals feel free to add me on discord! i’m around just haven’t had the time or brain to sit down and Write

[wingingthenight]

supermantm​:

easy enough; it’s not like he tells clark anything if it enteres incriminating territory. not that eating a batarang is enough to get lectured on, but it’s not something he thinks clark would find impressive anyway - he could eat one too, if he really wanted to. 

once dick has the camera ready to go, kon gives a shoutout to his fans and holds up the batarang with a wave; they know what’s about to happen, eating random shit is weekly content for him. 

he starts with the tip, gently sinking his molars against a wing, bending it slowly, as if it were taffy. it snaps clean off after a quick snap, then he chews a few times before swallowing.

“tastes like metal but something else…” he says, snappng the rest of it in half, getting ready for the next piece.

the intro is kind of endearing, in its own weird little way. dick’s careful to keep the camera steady, and he’s sure the sounds of him snickering are getting picked up. 

“something else.. oh! probably the explosives.” he replies helpfully.

gunpowder is probably a different flavor to metal... right? dick wouldn’t know - and he certainly doesn’t intend to find out by firsthand experience. but if he learns from kon, well, a win is a win!

[wingingthenight]

there is absolutely nothing happening that should concern him. nothing at all.

[wingingthenight]

@notbatboy is shameless.

steals a way too big hoodie from dick, right in front of him, with no attempts to hide what he’s doing.

dick just watches, silent, mouth slightly open as damian marches into his closet, and returns with his favorite hoodie, right from the top of his laundry basket. 

“comfy?” he asks, finally, one brow raised in amusement. 

[wingingthenight]

supermantm​:

“—’cause it’s funny.”

ignoring the first question altogether ( tim doesn’t need more leads here ) kon digs out his phone, tossing it to dick. 

“you can record it for my live feed.”

well, can’t argue with that logic now, can he?

“okay, but you can’t tell clark i’m the one recording.” dick resigns himself. if kon’s made up his mind, then there’s no stopping him. and, well, okay dick is really curious about it. he takes the phone, pulling up the camera to test the angle.

[wingingthenight]

@supermantm is being a menace!

smacks with a paperball! / dick

without looking up, dick bats the ball right back with the pen he’s using to scribble notes on a map.

[wingingthenight]

@supermantm isn’t making the best decisions.

"do you want to see me eat this batarang?" / dick

the answer is, unfortunately, yes. but the responsible part of dick is telling him not to say that. but, well, he sort of does.

“...where did you even get that?” the answer is, almost certainly, tim, but it’s the closest thing he can manage to respond with that isn’t telling kon to do it. “why do you want to eat it?” sure, he has a stomach made of literally inhuman shit, but he can’t quite say he sees the appeal. beyond morbid curiosity, that is.

[abyssling]

Him.🥺💙

[wingingthenight]

this isn’t what @supermantm was asking for but it’s too late

“You’re slurring.” /dick

“i’m not slurring. you are.” dick insists. it isn’t true, and something in him knows that, but he’s nothing if not stubborn. 

sure, maybe it isn’t one of his best decisions, but making good decisions gets really, really exhausting after awhile. and sometimes... sometimes he’s too tired to. he’s too tired to have that fight with bruce again. he’s too tired to argue with jason, or disappoint tim, or be the man damian needs. he’s too tired to pretend everything is fine and peachy with him and babs, and that he definitely has no lingering bad feelings about their break up. too tired to deal with the haven pd, too tired to take on criminals on the street, to stick up for everyone in need, to shoulder all of it. 

and, well, he knows it’s dramatic. he’s really, really good at being dramatic. but now he’s in too deep - as evidenced by the not insignificant amount of rum missing from the bottle on his table. 

all things considered, he isn’t that drunk. part of the patented bat training is learning to hold your liquor and build a tolerance. the preference is always to avoid drinking on a mission, but from time to time it’s an inevitability. and there’s nothing the bats aren’t prepared for. until there is, he thinks bitterly. 

it’s a rare indulgence anyway. with enough time passing between to remember why exactly it’s rare. but of course, the night he doesn’t fight the impulse, kon drops in. and maybe he’s a little embarrassed. feels a little silly about his wallowing. 

“what d’you need?” he finally asks, as if he’d really, truly be able to do anything for kon at the moment. and maybe he can’t quite repress the feeling that this is what he’s supposed to do.

that if he can’t drop everything and help, what business does he have being a hero? that he’d just give bruce another reason to be disappointed in him.

[sufroyo]

yea its a redraw of that panel sorry for making u guys look at it again 😔

[wingingthenight]

@ecopoison does have a point.

Ivy is working when he shows up in the middle of the night. It's not a rare occurrence, but it has made her more nocturnal than she's used to.  "You know, one of these days, I'm not going to let you in unless I know your actual name.."

of all the reformed criminals, dick can’t lie - he’s got a soft spot for ivy. one of the few who can keep up with his wit, and hold her own in the same. it’s become an unspoken rule around the cave that he gets first dibs on ivy drop ins when they have intel for her - or sometimes when he finds a rare plant that could use a home. and really, that’s a show of trust if anything - hand delivering her something he knows means something to her, and trusting she wouldn’t use it against him.

“aw, ives! you don’t think my parents named me nightwing? it’s on my birth certificate and everything. first name night, middle initial w, and last name ing. it’s one of those hiding in plain sight kind of hidden identities.” he leverages a wink her way, but her comment does give him pause. 

frankly, he can’t think of a good reason not to tell her, except that bruce would probably be pretty pissed off about it. 

“what if we make it a game?” okay, maybe it’s a little juvenile, but he can’t help it. “you know red robin? was robin? but now he’s robin a little to the left? he figured out my name when he was less than ten years old. you’re a smart lady, i think you can do it.” 

he resists the urge to twirl his escrima sticks around to release some of the pent up energy. but he knows how ivy feels about his toys around her babies. 

“we could do it like... twenty questions! oh! or a scavenger hunt! hang-man would be too easy.” instead, he rocks from foot to foot, a finger tapping at his chin as he thinks. “what kind of games do you like, ives?”

[wingingthenight]

@volucerrubidus has ordered one (1) attention, please. 

Tim hovers by Dick's side-- his dead giveaway, 'I want physical affection, and I'm too bad at expressing my emotions verbally to ask for it,' tell.

"What're you up to?" He asks, feigning a casual tone. "Anything I can help with?"

dick is more than familiar with this song and dance. still, a smile tugs at his lips as he pretends not to notice tim right away, or the way he’s hovering just a bit inside dick’s personal bubble - well, the one that exists in theory. on a general human level. his own concept of personal space is all but nonexistent. 

“trying to read this book.” he admits with a wry smile, finally glancing up. “i saw jason reading it and thought it might be fun to yknow. talk to him about it. but...” a small, sheepish shrug. reading’s never been a huge strong suit of his. doesn’t mesh well with his attention span, or his need to be in motion whenever possible. every once and awhile one catches him and he can’t but it down. unfortunately, this isn’t one of them.

needless to say, tim is a welcome and worthy distraction.

“don’t think you can help much with that, but i’m ready to give it a break anyway.” he dog-ears the page and throws an arm around tim’s shoulder, pulling him into his side. “you bored? wanna do something?” and maybe dick sounds a little too eager to be away from the book. it’s fine. it’s nothing.