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mlim8 · 1 year

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“You have money now to buy me actual flowers, huh?” “Shut up ///”

BONUS:

03.21.23 - Happy Belated birthday, Dick!!

This was something I threw together for the Dick Grayson Birthday event that @laurefindil-13 has been helping to organize! 🥺🥺🥺

Thanks to @elwon for helping me figure out what Alfred would call Martha Wayne because I thought LADY AND MISTRESS BEFORE I THOUGHT OF MRS LMAOOOO

Flower Symbolism (because nothing I do can just be for fun lmaooo):

The flowers in the bouquet:

Forget-Me-Not - true love, respect, fidelity, devotion

Lungwort - joy, devotion, admiration

Blue Iris - love, deep trust

Bluebells - undying love, gratitude

Balloon Flowers - endless love, honesty

(Blue) Daffodils - March Birthday flowers

Baby’s Breath - Everlasting Love

Baby Jason’s Blue Roses: Symbolism for mystery or unattainable - a Young Jason didn’t think he’d ever have a chance with someone like Dick, but he still would try uwu .... also they’re rare because they don’t naturally grow in nature and have to be genetically modified but shhhhhhh it’s okay - the Waynes have money lmao

#jaydick #dick grayson #dick grayson birthday #jason todd #nightwing #red hood #flower language #laurefindil #dc #DC comics #Alfred Pennyworth

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mysterious-aud-lou · 1 year

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Happy one of three birthdays to my main man Dick Grayson. My fixation on this character started in August 2022. I had just left a career in nursing after having started as a brand new nurse when the pandemic hit. I was burnt out, tired, and needed a break from everything. My partner had recently started rewatching Teen Titans and one night as we were watching together he said "aren't there like a few Robins? I wonder which one this is." And my deep dive into Dick Grayson began. He is a light to Batman and for so many other heroes, but he also became a symbol and a light for me in a really dark period of my life where I was living for other people and not for myself. I have a tattoo of Nightwing and a little chibi Robin on my arm to remind me that this is my life and I can follow whatever path that I choose. Things aren't always going to be easy. There is always going to be darkness creeping up ready to swallow me, but there always will be a light.

PSA: Travis Moore draws the most beautiful Dick Grayson. I don't make the rules, your honor.

#dick grayson #dc comics #nightwing #dick grayson birthday #he's my babygirl #and just so pretty #it's a crime your honor #total comfort character vibes #tom taylor #chuck dixon #travis moore #bruno redondo #born on the first day of spring #robin #batman and robin

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mud-muffin · 1 month

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Nightwing missed his own birthday but the good goons of Gotham, made up for it by doing what clowns do best 💗😌

#nightwing #dick grayson #batman #teen titans #batfam #dc comics #dc fanart #happy birthday to this almost almost a whole century old man😅#mud art #fanart

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raybyanothername · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Family Feels, Family Fluff Summary:

Dick's birthday does not start out well, but it gets better as his family rallies to care for him in the best ways they know how.

Various members of the Batfam mentioned, only tagged those who pseudo-feature. Dick and Jason are the focus though, can be read as shippy or not, depending on preference.

Written for the Dick Grayson 48hr Birthday Event.

#dick grayson birthday #ray writes #fanfiction #dick grayson #dcu #batfam

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lustwithoutlore · 2 months

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Barbara: What did you get Dick for his birthday?

Jason: I got him a Glutemaster

Barbara: Really? Me too!

Stephanie: I also got him a Glutemaster.

Duke, gesturing to himself and Tim: Looks like we had the same idea.

Jason, sighing: Kill me. Please tell me you didn’t get Dick a Glutemaster as well.

Cass: I got him… a Glutemaster 🥰

Later-

Dick, surrounded by Glutemasters: THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!

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cryingcorner4fun · 1 month

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Happy birthday to the one and only Dick Grayson !

#dc #dc comics #nightwing #robin #dc robin #robin!dick #happy birthday #dick grayson #!!!!! <3

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thequeen-crimson · 1 month

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#HAPPY BIRTHDAY DICK!!!!#dick grayson #nightwing #dc #dc comics #batman #batfam #dc robin

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pigeon3gg · 1 month

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#not an art #dick grayson #nightwing #dc comics #dc #batfamily #HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIGHTWING!!!

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deadsetobsessions · 1 month

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Bruce didn’t come here often. Perhaps that was terrible of him but he couldn’t bear to visit his son’s resting place. It was difficult to equate his high-spirited son, bright as the sun itself and endlessly brilliant despite the more he grew up in, to the cold and lifeless stone engraved with his name and words that did not encompass everything his son was to him.

His hands were full of flowers, Jason’s favorite books, a round rock, and his son’s favorite foods.

Bruce didn’t come here often, because it broke his heart even more when he did, but today was a day that love and grief triumphed over his need to avoid.

He walked down the winding pathway, Alfred a silent sentinel behind him. He hated it, but he understood. Today was the only day Alfred allowed himself to be emotionally closed off. He’d lost a grandson.

Bruce didn’t come here often, but his son’s birthday was a day Bruce would remember how to love and live again, just for Jason.

“I will be over here, Master Bruce.” Alfred stopped at his designated spot, where Bruce had added a bench and a draping tree to shade Alfred as he stood vigil.

The first time they’d- it was April, and the sun- after the funeral, Bruce was lost in the throes of grief and had kneeled over the freshly tilled dirt for hours. Alfred had stood there, in that same spot, in the city’s rare blazing sun until Bruce came back to himself.

Bruce had almost lost his second father that day, and what good was wealth if it could not prevent that? And so, water, shade, a bench, and a space heater was added.

Bruce knows better than anyone how stubborn Alfred can be, when it comes to matters of the heart. After all, he didn’t have to raise Bruce after Martha and Thomas died.

“Alright, Alfred.”

Bruce splits from the haggard butler with pointed looks at the water bottles he’d prepared for today for Alfred (who manages, this time, a faint but amused raise of an eyebrow) and walks towards Jason Todd’s grave.

Here where his son is buried, the grass is kept green. In April, Forget-Me-Nots bloomed and dotted the place where Bruce’s world collapsed with bright colors. In August, it is still green, but the tin engraved with the names of the deceased stood out without the flowers.

Bruce kneeled and quietly arranged the flowers before placing them in the tin. He set the platters of food down and uncovered them. The scent of chili dogs made his heart stutter, flashes of a bright smile and book references blinding Bruce with their nostalgia.

He swallowed, grief building, and placed the stone he’d brought atop the gravestone. He sat back, gripping Jason’s book with white knuckles.

Bruce didn’t turn around when clothing rustled behind him. Alfred would have verbally cut down anyone that dared to approach them today, especially here. That he didn’t do so was telling of who it would be.

“I’m still mad at you, for not telling me as soon as you knew.” Dick Grayson sat down, hand over one of Jason’s school bag pins he had carefully attached to the front of his jacket.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“He deserved better. I should have been there.” Dick whispered, placing another bundle of flowers into the tin. It fit, but barely. “I would have dropped everything to come find him. Even if it wasn’t on time, even if it wasn’t enough, I deserved to be there when he was buried. We were family.”

“I know.” Bruce repeated, no less regretful. In his grief, he had wronged his loved ones. “I’m sorry.”

Dick casted a quiet, assessing eye at him. Bruce stayed quiet.

“It’s too dreary,” Dick said. He took out paints, little statutes of robins, bright birds, and bits and bobs Bruce knew Jason would have loved had he been alive out of his pockets.

“It should be more colorful,” Dick murmured as he placed them artfully against the headstone.

They sat there, for a while. Dick glanced at… at Bruce’s hand, and settled down.

It’d been a while since they’ve spoken, but he knew what the man intentioned to do today. This will be the most Dick will have heard Bruce speak outside of his civilian obligations.

Bruce took the cue and gently opened Jason’s book. He’d bought it for Jason- the first gift- and he’d read it to Jason every night. Dick had a similar book.

“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse…”

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A boy with black hair and blue eyes wandered amongst the graveyard. They’ve been here for a while, and the man’s low rumble was soothing to listen to. The shades that hung about the graveyard settled as he read out loud from the book as his son sat quietly beside him.

As the boy, invisible and intangible, brushed his hand against the gravestone, he wondered why they were reading to an empty grave.

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Dick had left long before Bruce did.

And when it was time to go, as stars began to climb and as the cold began to nip at his fingers, Bruce heard a quiet voice.

“Do not stand at his grave and weep,” and Bruce turned, recognizing the poem. “He is not there. He does not sleep.”

But there was no-one.

#dpxdc #but it doesn’t have to be #me (24 days ago): lol let’s write angst for fun #me (now and not prepared for the angst that i personally wrote): yo wtf #batman #Bruce Wayne #bruce Wayne’s shitty coping skills #except for on Jason’s birthday #Jason Todd (‘s grave)#Jason Todd #Alfred #alfred pennyworth #dick Grayson

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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Headcanon that Bruce never celebrates his birthday. He actually constantly forgets when it is. Chances are, whenever he needs to file something up, it's a random date.

Adding that up with the fact that he manages to fluctuate between looking like a 20 and 60 year old, no one actually knows how old he is. Alfred does. He won't say anything thought.

Naturally, when the bat kids throw him parties, because hey, they're glad you're alive BRUCE, the birthdays candles are different. As you can imagine, they handle it their way.

" How the fuck can he be 30?! You know what, Maybe your parents fell on purpose.''

" Jason, you're an English major. Stay out of this.'

" Look at the math. Look at the MATH, STEPHANIE."

" How the fuck did you get 12?!"

Damian's lounging on Bruce's lap, eating spoonfuls of cake, watching them all tear eachother to pieces. He absolutely instigated this.

#bruce wayne #dc #batman #batfam #batfamily #jason todd #dick grayson #happy birthday to my sad blorbo hes eating strawberry cake btw

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fakakta-art · 10 months

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