Jason and Damian are cut from the same cloth in the ways that count
Jason and Damian are cut from the same cloth in the ways that count
I have recently discovered Titans. Holy crap on a cracker Brendan Thwaites. Sir, please come punish me. AND he’s not even so young that my statement (and tiny little crush) make me a huge creeper.
Some of my fave artists for my fave couple.
Favorite Dick artists: Jerome K Moore, Bruno Redondo, Mikel Janin, Travis Moore, Phil Jimenez
Favorite Babs artists: Dan Mora, Mitch Gerads, Marguerite Sauvage, Bruno Redondo, Travis Moore, Jorge Jimenez
Dick: I feel like we're responsible for this.
Jason: Why? We didn't mug Clark.
Dick: Well, why was he in the park in the first place?
Steph: Because we tricked him into going there. I don't see the connection.
Mar"i when she has to fill in the race bubble on standardized tests
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When Dick is captured and forced to turn into his wolf form, he doesn't think there could be anything worse that having such an intimate thing used against him—the humiliation doesn't help, either. But the little boy being brought into the room could be his chance at escape—if the boy weren't so terrified of Dick, that is.
Words: 6304, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Original Characters
Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Not Human, Shifters, Were-Creatures, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Captured, Kidnapping, Hurt Dick Grayson, Protective Dick Grayson, Young Jason Todd, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Collars, Muzzles, Leashes, Shock Baton, Dick Grayson is Robin, Broken Bones, Angst, Fear of Death, Rescue, Accidental Brother Acquisition, Hurt/Comfort
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Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson
Chris Samnee i owe you so much
You know now that I think about it,
If Dick Grayson cosplayed as Darth Vader….I can picture him making some…coloring adjustments to the usually all black suit…
Thank about it…
Thank you for your time XD
< angst >
i just think. dick and cass would love to antagonize each other constantly
dick, minding his own business:
cass: *kicks him clean off the couch*
cass: breathing like a horse. I need to hear the movie
cass: hurry up or i’ll be late to my rehearsal
dick: road safety, little bat
cass: the speed limit is 70. YOU’RE GOING 30
reporter: and we all know one member of the family is known for their athleticism and flight-like agility
cass, pushing him aside: my ballet performances won awards, yes.
they would totally try to upstage the other as the better older sibling too
duke: cass, can you distract bruce while i steal info on a case he won’t let me work? *puppy dog eyes*
cass: b said it’s too dangerous to do alone. wait until he is free
duke, mumbling, knowing full well cass can hear: i should’ve asked dick
cass, immediately: b underestimates you. i’ll get the files myself
jason, calling dick: can you come as backup to beat this meta trafficking gang out of crime alley
dick: we should wait until we have more people if they’ve got the fire power to secure even metas
jason: lame, i’m gonna go ask cass since she isn’t a coward
dick, putting on his gear: actually, i need a good workout
I have no explanation
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A/N: For all period havers
* This man babies you I swear
* Gets you “fresh” hot water every thirty minutes
* “Dick it’s not even cold yet?”
* “Only the best for my baby!”
* Stocks up on your favorite period snacks and tampons/pads/products so that he doesn’t have to leave your side
* “Hey Dick, can you go to the store and get me some-“
* “They’re on the second shelf to the right” he answers without looking up
* Not a king, because he’s kinda clingy and doesn’t understand why you don’t wanna cuddle
* But definitely prince tier at least
* So he doesn’t coddle you as much as Dick
* “Do ya need anything? A heating pad? Maybe some tea?”
* But he’s still very attentive
* Will 100% go into the convenience store, at the cashier with a bright pink box of (pads/tampons/other product) tucked under his arm and a few snacks for you
* “Hey, what’s the most popular pain killer for menstrual cramps?”
* The cashier is basically shaking in their boots
* Here’s something about a seven foot tall man, who’s not even the slightest bit embarrassed to be buying menstrual items and even openly talking about it, that makes them anxious
* “I-it depends on the person, midol seems to be the one I see the most.”
* Jason nods
* “Can I go grab a bottle just in case?”
* The cashier nods, despite the line behind him
* And so now you have two bottles of pain killers
* He’s not that helpful tbh
* “What color is the box?” He asks
* He’s standing in the middle of the aisle, a second from ripping his hair out
* Why are there so many types? And the boxes are all different colors even though they’re the same brand?
* “It’s the purple box”
* “There’s more than one kind” he says back and you sigh
* “I’m sending you the picture”
* He brings the right one back so he’s not useless or anything
* He’s very sympathetic
* “Will it help if I run your back?”
* He’s afraid af
* “Tim can you-“
* “Tim’s not here right now, please leave a message”
* It’s not that he’s scared of you, he’s just scared of the germs….
* He’s also scared of upsetting you
* You sigh hanging up
* Guess you’ll pay for delivery to get what you need
* But twenty minutes later you find pain killers, four different period products, pain killers, and sprite on the door step with a note
* “Please don’t break up with me” - Tim
* I think he’s probably the most effective in dealing with the whole thing
* “You have to eat something beloved”
* He’s got an elaborate charcuterie board held in front of your face, basically trying to feed you crackers and cheese
* “I don’t feel like it,” you mumble, turning your face into the nearby pillow
* “If you don’t eat you can’t take pills”
* “Dami it’s three in the morning!”
* “Yes and you took your last pills almost eight hours ago, they’re about to wear out”
* ….even if sometimes it feels a little unreasonable
* “Here, I got you some hand warmers you can use to ease the pain a little”
* He’s always really sweet though
So I was trying to do a character study on Steph (dunno if I already posted it)
But here it is
I also kinda designed my own version of their symbols, lemme know what yall think!
Check out my new fic! It’s Dick Grayson centric, because I’m good for nothing else.
“ “That doesn’t change the fact that Dickwad is literally dry humping this dude! You said we’d pull him if things got out of hand. Well guess fucking what - this is out of hand!” Jason growled into the mic attached to his helmet.
“Nightwing knows what he’s doing.”
What. The. Fuck.
“No, clearly he fucking doesn’t!”
Or: Someone has information the Batfam needs back. Dick decides he’ll get it by any means necessary. Jason has something to say about that.
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Ao3 // Wattpad
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We’re Tired of Him (part 3)
Unlike a lot of people, Dick didn’t think that Damian was a spawn born from hell.
He was still, after all, a kid.
But sometimes, even he had to agree that Damian could be a bit… much for a lot of people.
So Dick didn’t blame them when they made their opinions of him clear.
But Dick also knew that if Damian loosened up a bit and held back with his provocative remarks, he would finally make friends with people that weren’t forced to hang out with him in the first place.
It honestly shouldn’t be as difficult as it was.
During Dick’s time as Batman, he managed to see a softer side of Damian. He was understanding towards the victims, knowing when he should stop or continue pushing for information.
If he brought out that side of him more often, Dick knew that people might actually begin to tolerate him.
Not just as Robin, but as Damian Wayne as well.
He’s heard Bruce’s complaints of how many fights Damian has been in at the Academy. How many times Bruce had to pay them off just so that Damian could keep attending.
Dick didn’t understand!
He knew that a lot of the kids there could be a bit brutal. But Damian was the biological son of Bruce Wayne! The kids and faculty members there were probably sucking it up to Damian. He had no doubt in his head that they treated him like a prince.
After all, people would do anything to get a percentage of the Wayne fortune.
He’s had this talk with Damian so many times. But he guessed that he just ignored Dick’s lecture, once more.
When will Damian realize that just because people treated him better than how they would normally treat other people-
It didn’t mean that he should start fights just because for the sake of it.
He mentally instructed himself to talk to Damian after this whole plan. This time, he would make sure that Damian was listening.
Even if Dick had to blackmail him.
For a while, Damian might not be able to tolerate him for a while but he’ll soon realize that it was for his own good. He’ll realize that everything is easier when people don’t hate you.
Dick was just looking out for his little brother. Was that so bad?
His hand knocked against the wooden door and when he received no answer, he carefully pulled it open.
Damian liked to keep his room to himself.
Usually, he didn’t let anyone but Alfred in but sometimes…
Sometimes, he would allow Dick the privilege of entering for a few minutes before quickly kicking him out.
Dick was never allowed in Damian’s room long enough for him to take in the vast space.
He could hear the shower running nearby.
Dick walked around the room. It was so disappointing. So empty.
It wasn’t personalized at all.
The desk was the only thing that showed that it wasn’t a guest room. But that it was, in fact, Damian’s room.
Crunched-up papers and pens were scattered all over the surface.
If crunching up papers were considered murder, Damon would’ve broken the code several times.
What did those papers ever do to him?
He was about to reach for one when his gaze caught Damian’s sketchbook on the chair.
Aside from his katanas, these sketchbooks were some of the assassin’s prized possessions.
But Dick was sure that Damian wouldn’t mind if he took a peek or two.
He knew that Damian was talented when it came to art but these sketches were on a whole other level.
Damian drew better than a lot of professional artists. Hell, Dick knew that a lot of them wished that they could achieve Damian’s level one day.
He flipped through the book, stopping at a page where Damian drew everyone.
It was breathtaking.
Damian made sure to include everyone in the family. He even included Alfred, Steph, and Kate!
Dick pulled out his phone to take a picture so that he could show it to Bruce later.
He smiled at the photo before furrowing his brows when he realized that someone was missing.
After a few seconds of confusion, his brain finally registered that Damian wasn’t in the drawing.
Did Damian forget to add himself?
Or maybe he just didn’t like drawing himself. He’s heard about how hard it can be to draw your own face.
Something to do with perception and stuff.
That couldn’t be it though. He looked at the previous sketches. Damian didn’t have any trouble drawing himself. Not when he drew that many pages with him and Talia hugging.
“Huh,” he muttered under his breath. “Then this page was probably incomplete.”
His mind ignored how the drawing didn’t look incomplete. At all.
It was professionally shaded and the background was even colored, bringing out the smiling faces of each member.
If Dick looked closely enough, he swears that Damian accidentally spilled a drop of water in the paper.
He shrugged off his thoughts. He was probably just imagining the water drops.
Everyone knew just how careful Damian was when it came to his drawings.
He’ll still show the picture to Bruce though. Who knows, the man might have Damian draw him the new family portrait.
Maybe they can use it as a father-son bonding day.
His eyes caught the time on the corner of his screen. It was almost time for them to meet up at the tower.
A frown made its way onto his face, how long has Damian been in the shower?
He must take his self-care very seriously.
From the corner of his eye, he could see Damian’s phone on his bed. The screen was constantly lighting up, filling up with notifications.
Maybe Damian did have friends.
Dick wanted to walk towards the bed to see just who was texting his brother but he managed to stop himself.
Instead, he cautiously knocked on the bathroom door, hoping Damian will realize that someone is waiting so that he could hurry up.
They had a limited timeframe, after all.
“I’ll be there soon Alfred!” he heard Damian’s voice call out.
“Sorry, but I’m not Alfred.”
No one replied for a few seconds before Damian’s disbelieving voice filled the room as the bathroom door flew open. “Grayson?”
Damian stepped out and Dick managed to sneak a peek of how fogged up everything was. “What are you doing here?”
His eyes softened at the sight of the kid in front of him, “Do I need an excuse to visit my brother?”
Damian rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, looking every bit the bratty assassin that people thought he was.
“I’m not up for your silly little games tonight.” the boy sneered up at him.
Dick pouted, his eyes naturally widening and his lips began to quiver. “Please Dami.” he pleaded, “I just want to spend some time with my brother.”
Something flashed in Damian’s eyes that Dick couldn’t decipher but he ignored it. He had one mission and he couldn’t mess it up.
“Well, I don’t want to spend time with you.” Damian growled in annoyance, “Now if you excuse me, I have to go do... something.”
It was at times like this that Dick’s patience ran thin with the little assassin, but he still forced a grin upon his face.
It was obvious that Damian was lying. As far as Dick knew, he didn’t hang out with anyone but Jon.
… and the Titans. But he honestly doesn’t think they count. The enjoyment was just not mutual.
“Since you have nothing better to do, let’s go hang out with your friends.”
He was lying through his teeth— from what Wally has said, the Titans don’t consider Robin as a friend- but Bruce did always teach them to use everything at their disposal so he didn’t feel too guilty about it.
Dick lifted Damian easily. “I already asked Dad. So come on! I want to meet your team.”
Damian struggled for a while before giving up.“It’s not like I have a choice.” he grumbled.
After a few minutes, Damian couldn’t help but ask, “Can you put me down?”
Dick kept his face to stay neutral, not wanting Damian to see how excited he was.
After tonight, they would finally figure out just how Talia raised Damian and it’ll be so much easier for Dick to help him.
So much easier for Dick to get Damian to act like the kid he’s supposed to be.
He couldn’t wait.
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Sorry for the late chapter. The past two weeks have been very busy. Honestly, this whole summer has been busy. (Remember when I thought I would be having a boring summer? HAH! As if. At least my vsco is flourishing with all my captured memories.)
Let’s talk about this chapter shall we.
Dick’s heart is in the right place— kinda. But he’s definitely not approaching this situation the right way.
Someone please guess in the comments about what the crunched up papers are. I was gonna have Dick un-crumple one but I was like, it’s not the time for that just yet.
This chapter was shorter than normal. It was only 1,400 words and I try to reach a goal of 2,500 words for every chapter but I didn’t really know how to add more from Dick’s perspective.
(please comment any ideas, feedback, and criticism that you have. i love reading them. and if you see any spelling errors, please mention them in the comments. I don't have a beta reader so I mostly miss those things)
You ever just remember that Dick Grayson Nightwing was designed go be the first super hero that wasn’t a boyscout in a bikini shop?
He was supposed to be hot and sexualized and at the same time he stuggled with his body image so much.
Dick was supposed to be hot, he knows he’s hot, but he still struggles with his image.
We see it presented that Dick doesn’t love himself, like he feels people don’t truly listen to him because he’s beautiful.
That I think is so important for him as a character to have and so show.
Every Bat has something like this that I think we need to remember, and apply to the real world.