#Grayson Wise

[thebowerypresents]

Boygenius Are Right at Home at Madison Square Garden

Boygenius – Madison Square Garden – October 2, 2023

Boy (!), did these people love those people. These people were all of us — the assembled throng at Madison Square Garden on Monday night, anyway — deeply enthralled by what was occurring on the stage and the vibe filling up the whole place. Those people were boygenius — the inspired supergroup comprising Lucy Dacus, Julien Baker and Phoebe Bridgers — headlining there for the first time and completely owning it.

Supergroups are usually good-natured stunts, or at least don’t feel set up for any kind of real longevity. Boygenius, on the other hand, are convincingly a band. The three principals share an affinity for the space where open-armed, melancholy, confessional folk-rock meets steely, fist-pumping resolve, and while their individual styles are different, boygenius are the through line among them where somehow all this deeply intimate, soul-bearing music translates to a huge stage, way bigger than its individual parts, losing none of its quietly (and sometimes un-quietly) devastating power.

They began the set a cappella, singing “Within You Without Them” from backstage in gorgeous three-part harmonies, like a next-generation Emmylou Harris/Alison Krauss/Gillian Welch. From there they took the main stage to rapturous applause in front of a sturdy four-piece band — drummer Madden Klass, bassist Tiana Ohara, keyboardist Sarah Goldstone and well-utilized multi-instrumentalist Melina Duerte — and sliced into “$20” and “Satanist,” both full-throated rockers, sometimes with screams, as if to remind us that despite sometimes-delicate music, this would not be a delicate show.

Throughout it, boygenius proved masters of balance. The three-part harmonies returned to great effect on tunes like “True Blue.” Each took multiple turns singing lead vocals, drawing briefly from their own catalogs — Baker’s “Favor,” Bridgers’ “Graceland Too,” Dacus’ “Please Stay” — but focusing largely on the already-formidable boygenius catalog — the tender, ethereal, pained “Emily I’m Sorry,” the heavy “Bite the Hand,” the stirring “Me and My Dog,” all highlights.

There were newer songs, too: The set closed with “Powers,” debuted a few nights earlier in Philadelphia and one of four tunes the band played late in the show from a B-stage, immersing in the audience — endlessly, that joyful, triumphant vibe. Joined by opener MUNA for the final encore, “Salt in the Wound,” boygenius left us feeling benedictory — take these good feelings and embrace them for how beautifully raw they really are. —Chad Berndtson | @Cberndtson

Photos courtesy of Grayson Wise | @grayokay

#Bowery Presents #Boygenius #Chad Berndtson #Emmylou Harris #Gillian Welch #Grayson Wise #Julien Baker #Lucy Dacus #Madden Klass #Madison Square Garden #Melina Duterte #MUNA #New York City #Phoebe Bridgers #Photos #Review #Sarah Goldstone #Tiana Ohara

[hood-ex]

He looks so pretty 💖

Titans: Beast World #3

#the hair 😍 and also just... intensity 😍 #this event is doing wonders for dick art-wise #Dick Grayson #Bridget Clancy #tuesday spoilers

[catpriciousmarjara]

DP X DC

Ao3

The Job Offer

"And why not you?", said the man. "You're intelligent, skilled, and adaptable. Most importantly, you're entertaining. That last part becomes very important when dealing with my kind".

A ring glinted in the dim light as he gestured with his hands. "Plus, there wouldn't be any danger in the first place! Our lot tend to stick to the Rules, you see? And not harming the messenger is most certainly a Rule".

A sip of coffee. Eyes filling with mirth.

"In the off chance that someone did take offence, all you have to do is amuse them for a while, and as I said, you're very good at that. But don't worry, they won't take offence".

Dick Grayson, attention still half focused on the vicious black claws on the man's hand, had to ask, "And why won't they?"

The man's pleasant smile didn't falter. But it did slowly morph into a grin with way too many teeth to be normal. The young vigilante had to suppress a shudder.

When the man?it spoke, the voice resonated. "Because you'll be one of mine. And they won't dare touch what's mine".

The teeth gleamed.

And just as abruptly as it shifted, the air changed, the pressure lifted, and the man was smiling once more.

Dick was left off-footed and tightly clutching the arms of his chair, his breath fogging in the still frigid air. He hadn’t even noticed the temperature dropping.

He looked at the man nonchalantly sitting across from him as if he hadn't just taken years off of Dick's life. The vigilante was not one to scare easily. Yet, mere moments ago, Dick had felt a fear so primal that it was maddening. It was not the kind of fear a human being could evoke, no matter how frightening their actions may be. Dick had seen the worst of Gotham, and Gotham was a cesspit on a good day. But he hadn't ever felt like this before today. If there was ever a question about the humanity of his companion before...well it was answered now.

To be honest, he couldn't quite recall how he got here in the first place. Everything was a blur.

No...not quite. His memories were alright, it's just that his mind couldn’t grasp them. 

And every second in this...space, had felt muted. As though he was lying beneath several layers of sheer fabric; he could somewhat feel things, see things, but his senses were muffled.

The spike of fear from before wasn't him breaking through as much as he was allowed to break through, and now he was safely back beneath the dampening cloud once more. It was almost comforting.

Dangerous.

Dick only remembered what had happened in bits and pieces. Being fired from Robin, the legacy he had forged for himself, named after his mother's love, and garbed in Grayson colours.

Being angry and distraught. Not knowing what to do.

It had taken him weeks to reorient himself. A month to gather his composure.

He vaguely recollected a cafe in Jump City. He had been sitting in a booth, contemplating his options...

Someone had sat right across from him, right?

He had looked up…

“Hello. May I sit here?”

“...Sure. Go ahead.”

“Daniel Nightingale.”

“...Richard Grayson.”

" I know. You shouldn’t give out your name so freely by the way. Also, could I have a bit of your time?"

"Um...yeah, sure?"

“Perfect!”

And the next thing he knew, he was Here.

Wherever here was.

(Why had he said yes then? He would never have done that normally.)

At first his mind had been adamant in believing that here was the very same cafe he had been sitting in. But Dick wasn't trained by the man known as the World's Greatest Detective for nothing. However, it had taken him an embarrassing few moments to start noticing the abnormalities.

For one thing, he had been sitting in a booth in a cafe, not at an ornate wooden table, much like the one in Bruce's home office. The only thing the cafe table and this one had in common was that they were both rectangular.

Secondly, their table was covered by a veil. A huge gauzy one hanging from above. But try as he might he couldn't see where it was hanging from, just a yawning darkness.

Finally, he could see shadows moving beyond the veil, and the more he looked, the more bizarre they became. And at one point, the shadows lost all pretence of humanity. They weren't even humanoid, let alone human.

He definitely wasn't in Jump City anymore.

It had taken him even longer to notice the man sitting across him. That he hadn’t left this Daniel Nightingale behind.

Wispy white hair.

"Ah! You noticed so quickly. You really are the perfect fit for the job!"

Green. green eyes.

"Apologies for the veiling. It's necessary however.., some things are not just meant for mortal eyes, you see. Without it, you might just go insane! We wouldn't want that now would we?"

Unnaturally pale skin.

"Enough dillydallying! But first, introductions. You may call me either Daniel or Nightingale. By what name would you prefer to be called?”

Something about that question made the ex-Robin’s hindbrain pay attention. The wording of it, the tone…

You shouldn’t give out your name so freely by the way.

Could I have a bit of your time?

Something had felt incredibly off, so he had gone ahead and given one of the alternate names he had been thinking of taking up now that Robin was over.

“You may call me Nightjar.”

Nightingale had looked incredibly pleased then. And a bit smug too.

“Let me cut to the chase then Nightjar. I’m here to offer you a job. You’re a perfect fit for the role. We offer excellent compensation, and flexible work hours. Considering you’re out of work now that you’ve been fired from Robin, I believe my offer would be interesting for you.”

For some reason, perhaps because of all the strange things that happened, the fact that Nightingale seemed to know his alter ego hadn’t surprised Dick. Instead of asking how he came to know about this particular information, including the fact that he got fired, he decided to keep the conversation rolling on this supposed job offer. He had an inkling that he won’t get anywhere even if he asked, so might as well mine some information by making the other man talk.

“What kind of job is it? And what exactly would be included in the compensation?”

In response the man had snapped his fingers, and produced a file out of nowhere. He opened it, turned it around and slid it across the table. Dick started. Nightingale made a go ahead gesture, a smile on his lips once more. Dick gingerly dragged it a bit closer, and took a look.

“As you can see Nightjar, the position being offered is that of a courier. Due to many reasons, delivery across the realms is a cumbersome affair, not the least due to political complications. The best system to lay down in this situation was to have an impartial party be in charge of the work. You can say that I am a representative of the aforementioned impartial party that took over the role. If you would turn a page over-

Dick had dutifully turned the page.

-you’d see that we offer great compensation. In addition to your salary, you’ll receive health insurance, life insurance, death insurance, medical insurance, dental, vision care insurance, paid vacation time, overtime pay, paid time-off, flexible time-off, paid medical leave, free medical care, maternity leave, paternity leave, all other forms of parental leave, a good retirement package, loan assistance, wellness programmes, child care assistance, regular bonuses, promotions, raises, accommodation, a provident fund, and a whole host of other benefits that are clearly listed on the page. And of course at the end right there is our offered starting salary, which is highly negotiable up to the amount listed right below it. Please take as much time as you need to read through them.”

To say Dick had been overwhelmed was an understatement. He hadn’t thought that this was going to be an actual, honest to God job offer. If anything he just thought the entire job thing was an excuse or prelude to something much worse. But as he parsed through the file, getting increasingly bewildered as the man rattled on, he had to admit that this really looked like a weird recruitment effort. And then his eyes had fallen on the salary figure, and the amount to which it could be negotiated upwards, and he froze. Because even for the ex-ward of a billionaire, it was a ludicrous number. He couldn’t even accurately count the zeros on the thing. Even Wayne Enterprises wouldn't be able to match a deal like this. 

At that thought Dick had felt a pang of pain as he remembered Bruce still hadn’t called him, or even made an attempt at apologising. There were no texts, no missives. Just radio silence. The pain in his chest increased and Dick had felt the ever returning feeling of being unmoored. He pushed those feelings to the furthest corners of his mind. He had to focus now.

Feeling marginally calmer, he had taken a deep breath and closed the file. He looked up at Nightingale who had been watching him avidly over the rim of a coffee cup which definitely wasn’t there before, and asked the most pertinent question.

“Why me?”

And now they are here.

Dick scoffed at the white haired being’s answer. Oh he didn’t doubt that it was the truth. By now he had somehow come to an understanding of how this worked. It was fae rules. Meaning he had to watch his mouth. Similarly Nightingale won’t lie, but he can certainly obfuscate.After all withholding information wasn’t technically a lie, especially if it was masked with a half-truth. In other words, Nightingale hadn’t lied, but that wasn’t all there is to it. And Dick wasn’t going to let it slide. 

“How am I supposed to believe you to be a good employer if you’re already lying?”, he asked outright. You know, like a reckless fool.

Nightingale’s pleasant smile instantly froze, and then it gained an edge. A sharp, lethal edge.

“I don’t lie”, the man said, a cold cadence to his voice.

Dick could feel the figurative whetted blade on his throat, but he pressed forward. This was the first time he had taken blood in this fiasco and he wasn’t going to concede just like that.

“Lying by omission, is still lying.”

Nightingale’s entire mien darkened, and frost spread across the table. Dick didn’t back off. 

There was silence. Suffocating silence. And then the vergals receded and Nightingale sat back with a satisfied air. Dick blinked in surprise.

“Good. You didn’t cower.”

Dick sat back on his own chair, his breath fogging in the still cold air. “Was that a test?”

Nightingale took another sip of his coffee. Was it even coffee? It looked like coffee, but who knows what anything is in this bizarre space. Certainly not Dick.

“It was a test. The position of a courier in this part of existence requires mettle, and a strong mind. You would be dealing with beings ranging from the divine to the demonic. I’m sure you know they are a stubborn lot. You’ll have to stand up to them often. Plus you would be representing Us. We can’t have an unprincipled, craven fool take the job can we now? So I had to test you. Congratulations! You passed with flying colours.”

Dick glared at the man. “I still haven’t agreed to anything. And you still haven’t told me why I was chosen.” 

Nightingale chuckled. It was an unnatural, but pleasant sound. “Aah you caught that. Very well then.”

He clasped his hands together and put them on the table, bringing Dick’s attention to the black, razor sharp claws once again, as well as to the extremely ominous ring he wore on his left hand’s little finger.

“You were chosen because you are a multiversal constant. This job requires much interdimensional, interuniversal travel, and a multiversal constant is ideal for the role. And before you ask, a multiversal constant is essentially someone whose soul acts as a consistent axis across worlds through indelible aspects of their existence. They are rare, and their axial quality makes multiversal travel easy for them.”

The white haired entity’s eyes shone in the dim light. “You are a multiversal constant Nightjar. Centred around your potential, And also, I know you will agree to do the job. So I’m not worried.”

Even as he struggled to process what was just revealed, Dick found the energy to scowl at the impishly grinning man. “And how would you know? What’s in it for me? All I’m seeing is a job, the benefits of which, doesn’t make up for how dangerous it is.”

“But you will accept it nonetheless”, replied Nightingale with an amused air. “Think about it. You’ve been fired from Robin but still intend to continue being a vigilante, and vigilantism is expensive work. Now that you don’t have the Wayne coffers to pull from, you would have to find alternate means to acquire resources. You’re brilliant and I have no doubt you will find those resources and do spectacularly under your new mantle. But that would take time. And calling in favours that could either be used somewhere else, or make you indebted to someone. The salary this job provides you will allow you to finance your quest for justice, and still have plenty leftover. Not to mention the other benefits, such as the free medical care provided by Us, people who will never question your injuries the way a normal hospital might, or put your civilian identity at risk like a back alley doctor.”

Nightingale’s verdant eyes stared a hole through Dick as he spoke. “You wanted to get out of Batman’s shadow. This is your chance, Nightjar.”

The young vigilante had to give it to Nightingale. The man sure knew how to pitch an offer. He found himself agreeing to most of what Nightingale said, especially the finances part but he still wasn’t going to agree to a job that would put him in the crosshairs of gods and demons. That was just monumentally stupid.

“You make good points”, Dick said as he slid the file sitting idle on his side to Nightingale. “But I’m still not gonna agree.”

Nightingale slid the file back over to him without missing a bit.

“If I thought you were the type to easily capitulate I wouldn’t have approached you in the first place,” the man said, not a single sign of ire at Dick’s repeated refusal in his voice. In fact he seemed rather glad Dick was being difficult.

“You want to know more about being a multiversal constant correct? That is not the kind of information you’ll find lying around on earth.”

A pitch black claw scraped across the table, but there was no noise, and the deep scratch left behind instantly stitched itself back together, the tabletop pristine once more.

“By now you must have a rudimentary idea of the world you are being invited into. You would not have called yourself Nightjar otherwise. You also know that this is not a world Batman has access to.”

The man pointed opened his right palm, still resting on the table, and brilliant emerald fire blazed to life on it. Something in Dick’s lizard brain told him this fire ran cold rather than hot.

“Magic and everything associated with it is not something the Dark Knight can handle by his usual methods. And magic is just one of the aspects of our Realm. An infinite more mysteries keep it company. This world is yours for the taking. No mortal would be able to access what you can and you would be able to help so many people.”

Blue eyes met green.

“This will set you apart from Batman once and for all. An identity that no one can take away from you at their whim. Just think of this as your day job, as being a CEO is for Bruce Wayne.”

Nightingale clasped one of Dick’s hands resting on the table and transferred the fire over to it. Dick stared as the flame danced merrily in his palm. It really was cold. By the time he had his wits about him, the fire had vanished. Nightingale had seemingly finished his coffee, as the cup was nowhere to be seen. 

Dick glanced at the white haired man who watched him calmly. Then he took the file and started reading through it. If he was going to take this job, he was going to make sure to read the fine print. Out of the corner of his eye, he could spy Nightingale’s gleaming, triumphant smile. Dick couldn’t help but feel annoyed. 

He didn’t know how much time it took for him to read the file completely. Time ran strangely in this space. What he did know was there was an ornate, silver pen right next to him, which definitely wasn’t there before. He had to roll his eyes at Nightingale's antics. 

Nonetheless he uncapped it, admiring the craftsmanship for a moment, and signed on the dotted line in his Alfred approved best cursive, bells, whistles, hoops and all. 

Nothing happened. Dick felt kinda disappointed. He had thought signing a magical contract with a possible fae creature would be a little less anti-climactic. Across from him, Nightingale chuckled as if he could read his mind. Could he?

He slid the file over once more, this time for last. Nightintingale just skimmed through before sliding over an envelope. 

“Your appointment letter”.

“You had that ready?”

“Of course.”

Dick snorted inelegantly at that. Obviously the man had foreseen how this would go. That should make him more wary than what he was feeling, but just as he had known the fire was cold before, he knew Nightingale wouldn’t harm him. Bruce would call him an idiot for this kind of illogical thinking, but Bruce wasn’t here now was he?

He was about to shove another medley of complicated emotions down, when Nightingale reached over and viciously ran a claw down his right arm. Blood spurted in a gruesome display and Dick scrambled back, chair falling down, and his body hitting the surprisingly sturdy veil.

“What was that about?”, he shouted as he clutched his bleeding arm to his chest. Just when he had thought the man didn’t mean him any harm…

Nightingale had the audacity to look nonplussed. He simply brought his palms up as if to show he meant no harm, but it was a moot point when one of his claws was dripping with Dick’s blood.

“Just testing something”, the man said calmly.

“Testing what?’, Dick asked angry and confused.

In response, Nightingale simply pointed to his arm.

“What? Testing whether your claws could tear me apar-”

He stopped short. There, before his eyes, the flesh of his arm was knitting itself together. In mere moments, the wound was gone, not even a scar where it should be. Dick was reminded of the table from before. What just happened?

“What did you do to me?”, he asked, voice soft, and emotionless. 

“Don’t worry. It's your compensation. Part of your medical aid.”

He waved his hand, and the blood vanished. “Do sit down, Nightjar. Lets order something to eat.”

Robotically Dick walked to the table once more. The upturned chair was somehow rightened, already pulled out as if waiting for him.

“That was a healing factor”, he said rather than asked.

Nightingale nodded unbothered. “Yes, you’ll be needing that in your line of work.”

The veil opened and admitted a two-headed woman in, carrying trays of food in her four arms.

When she left, Nightingale eagerly took up his cutlery, looking excitedly at what looked like a luminescent crepe. He glanced at a shell-shocked Dick and frowned.

“Please eat. It's safe to consume, now that you’re one of us. If you’re worrying about your job, don’t. You have been assigned an excellent mentor in Harker. The White Grim will train you well.”

With that, he dug in, clearly enjoying his glowing crepe.

Dick just stared at the man, at his no longer injured arm, and sighed. Might as well eat. He hadn’t gotten to eat anything at the cafe and was beginning to feel hungry.

He scooped a spoonful from what seemed like an overly fancy bowl of cereal.

One of them huh?

He took a bite.

#dp x dc #My contribution to the agenda of more Dick Grayson in dp x dc #Ghost King Danny kinda forgot to human #In professional settings he emulates Clockwork #He doesn't know that because of how he looks he seems more mischievous but dangerous Fae King than Ghost King #Nobody tell him #He just doesn't have Clockwork's ancient and wise vibe #The infinite Realms offer the best employee benefits in the Omniverse #Shout out to the real ones that saw my boy Jonathan Harker #our very good friend #thanking @see-arcane for the inspiration for the White Grim title #much obliged #Courier AU

[luliaka]

#my kids were ranking the deadest robins #obviously it’s a spectrum #some are much deader than others #but you can only choose one #choose wisely #batfamily #dick grayson #nightwing #timothy drake #red robin #jason todd #red hood #damian wayne #robin #batbros #stephanie brown #spoiler #dc #batman

[armed-with-a-waffle-iron]

Something very Stephanie Brown about Stephanie Brown is that Bruce, Alfred, Babs, Damian, Kate, Tim, and Cass are all like "Wow! Dick Grayson's so spontaneous and wild and happy-go-lucky and rebellious and gung-ho and a ray of sunshine..." while Stephanie's like "OHMYGODDD, this guy's such a stick-in-the-mud!!".

Stephanie is literally chaos incarnate and Dick couldn't handle it (initially).

Meanwhile:

Most of these stories are happening around the same time by the way.

It also feels pretty hard-earned when these two do come around with each other, at the end of the Core Requirements arc. They had a cute dynamic and they're so similar in so many ways (Bruce even said it during The Road Home). We were robbed of more. It was absolute genius: "hmm...what if...Batman and Batgirl....were ROBIN!".

Sources: Batgirl (2009) #5-7, World's Finest (2009) #3-4, Batman (1940) #682 & #689, Nightwing (1996) #143, Detective Comics (1940) #872, Batman and Robin #9, and Batgirl (2000) #58.

#stephanie brown #dick grayson #fanon pls stop portraying them as himbos they're possibly the most well-rounded of the bats skill-wise #and they were literally the two who were most likely to murder a serial killer once upon a time #they grew out of it dw #and that growth was actually on panel too :P #metas #batman #batgirl #robin #dc comics #bat family #batfam #comics #bryan q miller #the spoiler #nightwing #robins

[christopher-bryant]

best ships😏

#dickkory #westallen #percabeth #the flash #titans #percy jackon and the olympians #iris westallen #barry allen #kory anders #koriand'r #dick grayson #nightwing #starfire #annabeth chase #percy jackson #wise girl #seaweed brain

[waywardducks]

It is, once again, time to reread ‘The Way it Goes’ by Pennneminem.

#tim drake #dc comics #tim drake angst #tim angst will always break my heart #I relate to him a little bit too much trauma wise I swear #It's such a great fix though ughhh #I even made a playlist for it and everything #The way it goes #batfam #batman #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #red robin #damien wayne #screaming crying throwing things

[mid-nightowl]

paramedic/EMT dick is so good omg :o i hadn’t thought about that one

i have seen social worker dick which also felt really appropriate (also love that for jason) but!!! EMT actually feels like it works better to me???

thank u for putting that thought in my head~

ahhhhhhh!! i am so ecstatic i could put the thought of emt/paramedic!dick in your head hehehehe

paramedic!dick is so special to me<3 it very much i think hits what dick needs and wants out of his civilian life but also directly influences his vigilantism too

my main three takeaways are these:

it's a highly rewarding but deeply traumatizing career and it scratches his innate need to help people without violence & fear

it's a little bit more training than a police officer but i think covers a field of knowledge dick knows but doesn't know intimately like he does criminal justice or law. it would also benefit his "night" job to be more equipped to handle traumatic injuries

ems schedules are chaotic and all over the place especially if the garage is down a paramedic or ALS provider or just overall understaffed but the overall structure of it would be good for dick (if he can balance his work-vigilantism life healthily, depending on how you write him)

#asks #ladytauria #i got halfway through an essay and decided not to infodump on you askfgsjkgbsjgb #but yeah ems is one of my niches i feel i know too much about but i am just very passionate about it #but i also truly believe it would be a better profession for dick than police officer (blegh) #like there's just so much potential in this career for him #the community aspect; the balance of heroism and trauma which parallels his trajectory as Nightwing; the balance of work and home life #(which can flip between healthy or unhealthy) #the training and the role of ems in society esp in regards to the trifecta of first responders #you can easily deal with the same things dick did as a police officer but as an ems provider and it would be better ethically and morally #also the idea of him being able to help others without violence and fear is such an interesting thread to pull on like omg???? #and then just the angst potential bc the job is just as traumatizing and frustrating as vigilantism; the cycle of burnout and exhaustion #(which can also be a downside writing-wise like he's already traumatized enough by being Nightwing maybe his day job shouldn't be) #i could talk all day about the potential akfgnkasjg apologies for the ranting-gushing lol #dick grayson #paramedic!dick grayson

[ghost-bxrd]

I read the ask about dimensional travel in owl song before the preview post showed up in my feed. I also happened to be standing in the security line at the airport at the time. I was all like wtf wtf wtf WTF, frantically scrolling through tumblr, while the poor TSA agent was all, ‘Ma’am I need to scan your boarding pass’ and in my head I was like ‘I have more important things to worry about!!!’ Luckily I chose not to create an international incident and surrendered my phone so they could scan my boarding pass. It was a close call though.

✨🦉🎶✨

Lmaoooooo, yeah that pesky security always wanting your phone right? 😭 hehe no really tho this made me grin like a little kid presented with a cupcake. I love to see that people enjoy Owl Song as much as I do writing it 💚💚💚💚🦉

#owl song #ghost talks #the court of owls had me obsessed the first time I read about them #like as an institution they are fascinating #evil but very fascinating #and then there’s the TALONS #hoo boy #anyway yeah Owl Song is my baby #fic wise #and will probably be the first work I’ll actively go back to edit after it’s done hehe #prepare for April 27th folks #it’s gonna be rough #talon dick grayson #jason todd

[fakakta-art]

my stylus has vanished so while i wait for my new one to arrive i figured i'd post some old doodles messin w different brushes and shtuff. yes i have tim drake brainrot thank u for noticing

#dc #batfam #batfamily #tim drake #dick grayson #i was gonna flesh all these out more but my stylus went peace #my art #anyways please enjoy all this bullshit nonsense #wing au i will never expand on lore-wise #and ofc the best costume: Unternet Red Robin #i understand why he had it but MAN i hated that cowllll it was bald simulator out there

[thebowerypresents]

The Band Camino – Hammerstein Ballroom – September 18, 2023

Last month, the Band Camino — deftly mixing rock and electronic-pop — put out their second long-player, The Dark, and last week, the Memphis trio launched a brand-new tour that brought them to a packed Manhattan Center’s Hammerstein Ballroom on Monday night

(The Band Camino plays Starland Ballroom in Sayreville, N.J., tonight.)

Photos courtesy of Grayson Wise | @grayokay

#Band Camino #Bowery Presents #Garrison Burgess #Grayson Wise #Hammerstein Ballroom #Jeffery Jordan #Manhattan Center #Photos #New York City #Spencer Stewart #Starland Ballroom #The Dark

[hood-ex]

Wait I just noticed something weird about the panel of Dick, Jason, and Damian hanging in Batman #16... Dick's arms are tied behind his back, but Jason and Damian's arms are dangling by their sides. Why did they tie up Dick's arms and not the others? Was Dick throwing hands that much to try and save his brothers that they decided to restrain him? I thought maybe I was mistaking the ropes as the Nightwing suit, but all 3 of the boys are shirtless because I AM BANE is painted across their chests, so it's definitely gotta be ropes.

Dick Grayson, what did you do...

#i literally was going to talk about something else in regard to this scene #but then i noticed the ropes and well... now i'm curious #i'm sure the artistic reason for it is bc dick's in the middle and they prob want his arms out of the way so the words are the main focus #but story wise... now that's something to explore #also sorry i would post the panel but since they're hanging idk i feel like it can be triggering #Dick Grayson

[nonaonann]

Gothamites must have THE BIGGEST headache trying to keep track of all the birds and bats. I mean, all the different mantles they uptake during their vigilante tenure, think the robins and the batgirls,, plus all the different names and costumes they take up before settling into whatever DC continuity decides on.

Bonus: You think when one of them goes through an extreme costume change, some gothamites just think a new one has hit the streets?

ALSO, imagine trying to talk about a specific batgirl but it's just:

(For context, in current canon, both Steph and Cass are Batgirl. They're operating at the same time with the same name.)

"Oh, the ginger? She was badass. I dont think she's a Batgirl anymore though."

"No, I'm talking about the other one."

"The other one? Bro, there's more than one."

"The newest one on the scene."

"The purple one?"

"No, bro. She's been on the vigilante scene longer than the other one."

"Bro, no she hasn't. The ginger was the first one."

"I'm not talking about the ginger!"

"..."

"..."

"The one covered head to toe in black?"

"YES!"

"But she was Batgirl before the purple one."

"But the purple one's been on the streets longer."

"But she's the newest batgril?"

"She was a robin before that. The girl one."

"BRO, I KNOW THERE HAS NOT BEEN A PURPLE ROBIN."

"Dumbass, of course not! She wore the same colors as the others."

"Wait. So she wasn't that other purple vigilante?"

"Dude, Spoiler and the purple Batgirl are two different people."

"No way, dude. They have the same cloak thingy. Plus, no way Spoiler would let some girl walk around in her color, she was kinda territorial 'bout it. They have to be the same person!"

"Bro, based on that argument, the Robins might as well all be the same person."

"Ah, that's true... Backtrack, you said the girl Robin. There's been two."

"No there hasn't, dude."

"Yes there has. The second ginger one was a girl."

"There is no ginger Robin, bro, let alone two. Only black haired and one blondie."

"Dude, I swear I'm not lying about that."

.

It must be even worse with the Robins. No one can agree how many there's been, what hair colors they had, if they wore pants or not, if they've died, their age, their gender, what new name they picked up (if they dont think ex. Robin 1 and Nightwing are two dofferent people). It's all chaos.

Just, imagine this:

(Their referring to the Robin toy in the BatBurger kids meal btw)

"What Robin's this thing modeled after?"

"...Definitely not the new kid. That thing's [the toy] pale as the frickin' moon."

"So...one of the black haired ones?"

"Dude, they practically all have black hair."

"Bro...we talked about this last week. There were two gingers and a blonde."

"Yeah, but then Bobby said there was no way there were six robins."

"But then Tiff said there was definitely a blonde one cuz she met the girl a few times."

"Oh, and she did say there was at least one ginger, but he went emo, black box dye or somethin'."

"Oh wait, this one [the toy] doesn't have pants."

"That's still like half of them, dude!"

"Well I'm sorry, Bro! Take it up with the Bat! Tell him to get some fucking variety."

BONUS:

(Situation: someone being held hostage is being saved/handed over to paramedics or something OR report asking the question gothamites are dying to ask)

"Are you ever going to give an official statement on how many vigilantes are operating in Gotham?"

*inaccurate stare translation: Even I don't know how many there are. They keep appearing no matter how many times we do a headcount.*

"Silent treatment, terrific. What if I said a number, this number including you in the count, and then you said higher or lower?"

*small nod*

"Ten?"

*points a finger up, holds back an amused smile in response to the person's godsmacked face, then grapples away*

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[The next day | someone's reading the article/blog post/tweet]

"There's more than ten of us??"

#Gothamites love and hate the bats and birds i swear #dc gotham #dc robins #dc batgirl #batgirls #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #THIS MAN IS A GINGER IN DENIAL AND NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHER WISE #carrie kelly #tim drake #stephanie brown #damian wayne #batgirl stephanie brown #cassandra cain #barbara gordon #batwoman #kate kane #For those wondering yes Jason is the ginger Robin that went emo with black box dye #Also Carrie Kelly is technically the 1st girl Robin but she's no longer a canonical Robin in current canon #I don't think Steph is either

[coffeebooh]

this but w traught and wally’s name being on the tombstone

#young justice #artemis crock #dick grayson #traught #LISTEN #it would have been way messier and better writing wise if grandon had made them hook up in season 3 #it’s a joke pls don’t take me seriously

[wonderfultoweird]

I've seen some people upset about Bruce Wayne's portrayal in Harley Quinn Animated Series, specifically about S3 ep8 where Harley goes inside Bruce's mind and I just wanted to give my thoughts on it.

I actually really liked the idea about Batman just having to relive his parent's death every moment of his life, and that kind of being why the way he is. It does really paint kind of this awful picture though when it comes to him as a dad and the idea that like, none of the moments he had with his children were important enough to stand out or be his happiest moments. It also kind of seems like all of his love for his children didn't really matter because he just cares about his own parents. While I agree to some extent (like the fact that he didn't even think about resurrecting Jason?? tf is up with that) I also think it's a bit more complicated than that.

In the show he has shown obvious care for at least one son (arguably two since he did make effort for dick to get along with the batfam), as he has a bonding moment with damian after harley accidentally puts him in danger.

As we all know, Bruce's love language is mainly Acts of Service, protecting those he loves, providing for them, training and teaching them. But after this scene Damian is still upset and Bruce goes out of his way to comfort him.

[Because the captioning is awkward I've also put in the scipt here:

Bruce: Damian, I made your favorite.

Damian: You didn't make that. Alfred made that.

B: I made him make it. Are you mad because I had to save you from Joker?

D: No. I'm livid because everyone in Teen Titans is getting a nemesis, except me.

B: I'm gonna say something embarrassing here. I didn't have a nemesis until my late 20s.

D: Don't patronize me, Father. It's unbecoming.

B: It's true. I wasn't ready for one. You want your first nemesis to be special. Someone who you could see being your nemesis for the rest of your life.

D: I suppose you're right, Father.]

I think it isn't that he doesn't love his children or care about them, it's that his memories and his emotions are corrupted by that singular memory, and that when he tries to be happy, to run away, to move on there's that older Bruce who believes he doesn't deserve to be happy, he doesn't deserve to not look.

Like it's quite literally written out for us right there, he can't ever escape his parent's death. Also on top of that I also wanted to point out what Harley says here:

When I first saw this panel my immediate conclusion was that it was because Harley was there, but earlier in the episode it shows that she actually really can't change his memories that much, she can only change one small thing, which was that he didn't have to look.

In this I think that Harley being there has nothing to do with the shooter being there and tainting his memories and everything to do with the fact that bruce is inside another memory, where he isn't constantly rewatching his parents murder.

I believe this is why Bruce's happiest memory can't be with his children or any time after his parents died, because in his mind he is just a scared child rewatching his parent's death over and over. When he tries to live in a world without them the guilt pulls him back to that memory.

I just believe that he does love his children a lot but his own personal happiness with them is hard to think about without feeling guilty about his own parents. Hopefully, Harley will be able to knock some sense into him now that she's his official therapist :)

#batman #bruce wayne #harley quinn the animated series #harley quinn #thomas wayne #martha wayne #damian wayne #dick grayson #harley quinn spoilers #harley quinn the animated series spoilers #harley quinn s3 ep8 #season 3 episode 8 #batman begins forever #in the wise words of harley: Holy post traumatic stress disorder Batman! #he has so many problems fr #my guy is psychologically damaged #harley quinn meta #harley quinn analysis #batman meta #batman analysis #batfamily #long post #alex says a thing

[siennahrobek]

My heart dies a little inside every time I see someone post or say a different kid (not Dick Grayson) should be in the next Batman movie and how it would make yea more sense.

They just don’t understand 😭

#I will explain it if asked #there is a reason why Grayson is (and has to be) the first for things to make sense #both symbolically and relationship wise #you want Jason Todd and Cassandra Cain? that’s fine but Batman wouldn’t take on those kids if he hadn’t raised Grayson first #Dick Grayson #Batman #battison #Batman 2022 #Robin #Nightwing