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#dick grayson my beloved
starryjax0 · 2 months
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damian: congratulations, richard. i’m being adopted.
dick: that’s great- wait, what happened to bruce?
damian, slamming the papers down in front of him: nothing you can prove. sign here.
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fl1pp1ngart1st · 9 months
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More Apprentice Robin Drawings <3
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bludhavensbirdboy · 2 months
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gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure over the fic writers that use the whole dick Grayson chokeholds you during sex…like full arm around your neck can feel his bicep tensing against your throat type chokehold and after i just have to sit with my thoughts cause omfg NEED NEED. 🙏
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ggvannba · 4 months
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redrew my fav ttg screenshots as my fav robin
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le-regrems · 4 months
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"...He could go far if he survives..."
Dc You can't do this to me. No but for real reading comics with young happy Jason Todd while knowing what will happen to him makes me feel. The only thing I want to do when I see this snarky little boy is to protect him from the world.
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Love that this is how Dick prefers to move around the city, because motorbike isn't dangerous enough, right?
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I appreciate Jason's and Dick's dynamic in this comics so much it's very enjoyable. They're so silly.
Generally whole comic was really interesting, 'loved to see Dick's path to becoming nightwing.
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sbd-laytall · 5 months
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Love how he doesn't even say anything about being called "a wimpy Batman."
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Detective Comics (1937) Annual #11
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daydreamerwonderkid · 26 days
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Sorry for spamming you, I was 50 boops away (now 20) from my 1000 boops
Anything for you, Mr. Grayson <3 <3 <3
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lulurhythm · 7 months
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Inktober 6th: “Golden”
Dick Grayson, the golden boy, ignoring strict orders of bedrest after a rough patrol. I had so much fun with this one!!! 🤩
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korydarling · 1 year
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my beloved nightwing
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headshots of my boy because i can’t stop <3
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taerrorize · 1 year
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I can’t believe they would tease the ponytail mullet like this I’m going to combust into a million little pieces
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taurder · 8 months
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LETS GOOO TAUR POSTED AND ITS DCCCCCC (DICK GRAYSON MY BELOVED)
I HAD TO START OFF WITH DC'S ASS.
I need to put that man to various thrists and one shots, so feel free to request any type of filth with him.
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fl1pp1ngart1st · 9 months
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Robin Needs Help.
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sweetums0kitty · 2 years
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Okay but who gave them the right to be so pretty?
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It’s cute how tender they are
Just
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The Stray
Summary: You find a kitten on your walk and somehow have to convince your boyfriend to let you keep him.
Words: 1.4k
Characters: Reader x Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Kitten.
Warnings: Fluff, so much fluff, bonding with the baby bat, helping a lost kitten.
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"It's following us," you said to Dick, turning to pick up the kitten that had been following you for the last two blocks “maybe it needs a good home?" You cradled the dirt covered kitten in your arms.
"It's not. It's just doing its normal neighbourhood check," He said, his heart softening when he saw your adorable face holding the kitten in your arms.
'But it's so cute and look, love. It's covered in fleas, this poor baby needs a home," you pouted at him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes while sticking out your bottom lip.
"We can't just be bringing home every lost little kitten you find because they look like they need some love,"
"Why not?" You pout even harder, fluttering your eyelashes at him. You held the sad looking kitty up, hoping its sad little face will help your cause.
"Because our apartment isn't big enough," he sighed, running his hand over his face.
"Remind me again, where are we going?"
"To pick Damian and Tim up from school," you give him a look, raising your eyebrows up at him, he seemed to get what you were implying, "Right,"
"Bruce said it was ok to pick up strays and bring them home. Shouldn't I aspire to be more like him?" you smiled, wrapping the little bundle in your scarf.
“No honey, you're perfect the way you are,” Dick smiled down at you, holding you close to block out the chill of the winter wind, “how about this, we bring it home, clean it up and you can find it a new home?” he mumbled into your hair.
You arrive at the school just in time to meet the boys after class. Tim is still holding his coffee mug in his hand when he spots the two of you, rolling his eyes as he leans against the school gate. Damian looks just as displeased as always, "I'm smarter than the teachers here, why do I have to go?" He whined at his brother, Dick saying nothing as he pulled him in for a quick hug. He was right though, the pair of them were both smarter than you would ever be and you figured Bruce had just sent them here to get them socialised. 
Squeezing the little bundle under your arm, you knew someone would appreciate your new friend.
“Damian! Damian! Look what I found,” you cried, excitedly running up to the boy who was hiding his amusement behind a book. You wouldn't have that, thrusting the kitten over the book and towards his face.
“He is very cute, he looks malnourished and are those fleas?” he said, raising his eyebrow at you. He took the little kitten from your arms, tucking him into his jacket.
“Yes, how did you know it was a He?” you asked, but not really surprised that he would.
“I just know,” he smirked confidently under his brow at you.
“Wanna come over and help me clean him up?” Your eyes shifting from Dick to Damian, you had been trying so hard to find an in with this kid and this would be just the thing.
Dick had taken Tim home, while you and Damian had gone to the store to pick up supplies to clean this little critter up. He insisted on getting all the best things for your new friend including a $70 bottle of shampoo. You didn't know why it had to be that one, but trusted that Damian knew what he was doing.
You arrived home to your tiny apartment before Dick, sending him a quick text asking when he’d be home. He replied immediately letting you know he’d be staying back at the manor to help Tim with ‘homework’. 
“We need to get him in the bathroom,” Damian said, shutting the door behind you so your new friend can’t spread fleas through your house, “Hold him, yes. Like that,” he said, handing you the fancy brush, “Now you need to start at the ends, to get the barbs out,” you followed his instructions, working to groom some of the knots and barbs from the kitty's fur. 
Damian started preparing the bath, placing one of the spare towels along the bottom before filling it an inch deep with warm water. His eyes glanced over to you every few minutes while he checked the temperature of the water. You made sure to follow his instructions to the tee lest you be given the Wayne family scowl.
“Hold him just like this,” he instructed you, moving the kitten around in your hands “Don’t move him. I’m going to start and I don’t want to cut him,”
“Ok good,” he said and you feel your heart swell just a tiny bit. He doesn't look at you as he cautiously clips the knots you couldn't brush away and gently washed the dirt from his fur. You watched intently as this tiny little assassin used such care and grace to clean up the stray, a smile lighting up your face when the dirt is finally washed away, “He's a ginger, I didn't even see under all the dirt.” Damian says excitedly, grabbing the warm towel from under him and picking the kitten up and wrapping him up.
“He’s so cute,” you cooed, reaching out to pat him on the head. How were you supposed to just find this little cutie a new home? He was so adorable maybe you could convince Dick to let you keep him.
“He's perfect,” Damian said, drying him off before setting the little guy on his feet, “Hello, Mr West. You’re going to like it here. My big brother with take good care of you,” he patted the little kitten on the head, before standing. 
“Dick said we can’t keep him,” you opened, the fridge grabbing out some snacks and setting them on the counter.              
“I’m vegetarian,” Damian said, like you didn’t know.
“Yeah, little dude, I know,” you pulled out a glass of Orange juice and set it infront of him with a cold glass, “Hence the salami, which is for me not you.” The young man eyed you, peering from the plate of cut up fruit and back to you, like he was seeing you for the first time. He took a helping of humus onto his carrot stick and continued eating while you pottered around making a start on dinner. “Should we go and check on Mr West?” you asked when you had everything prepared to throw your meal together when Dick got home.
“I’ll go check on him,” he said, hopping down from the stool and heading into the bathroom. 
You phone rings and you see its Dick calling, “Hey love, what’s up? You going to be home soon?”
“Not far away, Tim's project took longer than I though. I'm nearly home,”
“See you soon,” you said hanging up the call, “So how's he going?” you asked Damian when he repapered.
“Scared, but he’s crawled up in your laundry basket, he’ll be asleep soon.”
“Thank you for all your help. I wish I could keep him, but you know how Dick can be,”
“I do. Let me handle it.” he said in a matter of fact tone.
“What?”
“Grayson is a soft touch. I will handle him.” he says confidently, “DO you require my assistance with dinner?”
“I’m all good, do you need help with your homework?”
He says nothing, just looking at you like he can't believe you just asked him that. His gaze almost immediately turning back to his workbook while you put dinner together.
“Honey, I’m home.” Dick called from the front door, but instead of you he’s greeted by a wide eyed boy tugging on his sleeve.
“Grayson, you need to see this,” he says, dragging his brother into the bathroom. Where he had positioned you, the kitten resetting in your arms half asleep, your own eyes looking up at the love of your life. You saw the his eyes narrow down at his brother, “This is your doing,”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Damian said, feigning innocence, “I just thought they looked really comfy. Plus if you kept Mr West, I’d have to come check on him all the time,”
“You’re both evil,” he glares at the both of you giving him those sweet doe eyes, “Ugh, fine,” he sighed, “you can keep- Mr West was it?”
“Yeah, Dami named him.”
“Dami?” he peered down at his little brother who was not protesting the nickname that you had just given him. Damian just shrugged, turning to head back into the kitchen. “Why West?” Dick asked you, taking a seat on the floor next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, 
“After Wally,” you kissed down onto his soft little ginger head, “You hear that little guy, you’re staying. Welcome to your new home Mr West,”                   
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le-regrems · 30 days
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Dixon, Mcdaniels you can't do that to me, You cannot do that to me. Those parallels are going to be death of me.
People will be saying that Dick was terrible to Jason and Tim meanwhile he was really damn supportive, helpful, engaged in conversations, showed interest and straight up was saving their lives
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starryjax0 · 1 year
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dick grayson is 5’6. you cannot change my mind. he’s tiny. so small. a little man.
the tallest male gymnast was 6 foot. (my source is google. if this is wrong i do not care. it supports my argument.) there’s no way he should be tall. 5’11 is so unreasonable. he is 5’6. full grown.
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