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allthegothihopgirls · 2 months

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do you guys see my vision??

#batfam #batfamily #jason todd #damian wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #red robin #red hood #robin #dc #nightwing #agent 37 #batman #dc comics #gothihop speaks

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audhd-nightwing · 4 months

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has anyone written a fic where once Dick gets back from Spyral and gets to see his siblings again, he's extremely confused as to why they are surprised and pissed at him?

"i thought you knew!"

"obviously not!"

"i never expected Bruce to keep that from you! i just assumed he told you once i got out of the country!"

"...what."

"i'd never let you actually believe i was dead if i wasn't, i wouldn't do that to you guys. i thought Bruce informed everyone in the family of the plan."

"...BRUCE YOU BASTARD!"

they spend the next couple of days smothering Dick (who is so happy to be back from that isolating place and hug his siblings) and not letting him out of their sight. they also ban Bruce from talking to Dick and give him the silent treatment for at least a month.

(to most of the family's surprise, Jason is the clingiest aside from Damian. it's bc he basically experiences what Dick went through when he died and it's terrible. he has a lot more empathy for Dick after that. also, Dick is one of the few people he is comfortable touching, and Jason knows his older brother thrives off of physical affection)

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1vyyxo · 1 month

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I know I don’t post much on tumblr and whenever I do I delete it in a few days and I know people say celebrating fiction characters' birthdays are dumb but…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DICK GRAYSON!! HE'S MY FAV FR- OK BUT HOW COULD I NOT POST FOR HIM?? HE'S LITERALLY THE BEST NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND. 😍🤌💋

PHOTOODUMPPP-

here r some of my favs from my pin board:

also, ROBIN DICK GRAYSON ANYONE? cute but feral.

I literally love him (his character) in every universe-

SREEDFGREDFREREFR

ok i’m scheduling this for tmrw haha (20th march 12:00 am) gn/gm/good afternoon! <3

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dailydccomics · 8 days

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Starfire and Grayson by Amanda Conner and Paul Mounts

#koriand'r #kori anders #dick grayson #dc comics #dickkory #dickkori #agent 37 #cover art #dc #new 52 #koriandr #starfire #comics #amanda conner #nightwing

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lilituism · 6 days

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For @dickgraysonweek 2024 - final day! It was a brilliant event week!

Day 7: A Celebration of 84 Years

#dc comic #illustration #digital fanart #dick grayson #nightwing #robin #Renegade #discowing #talon dick grayson #agent 37 #batman #beast wars #wfa #vampire #dickgraysonweek2024 #day 7 #celebration of 84 years

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dickgraysonweek · 1 month

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🕵️‍♂️ 🤸‍♂️ONE MONTH TO GO 🔥🔥

From April 6th to 12th, we are celebrating 84 Years of Dick Grayson 🐦 with the following amazing prompts you voted for:

DICK GRAYSON ANNIVERSARY WEEK 2024 PROMPTS

‘A Celebration of 84 Years’ is the free prompt.

For the Muse:

If you’d like to challenge yourself, how about… - using all three prompts of one day for one fanwork. - writing a multi-chapter fic that uses one prompt of each day. - drawing sequential art that uses one prompt of each day

Join us on the Dick Grayson Discord server ‘Green Booty Shorts’ (18+, ship friendly) to keep your muse going or to talk all things Dick Grayson!

Any questions left? If you can’t find an answer in About or Rules, be sure to send an ask.

May the creative energies flow! 💙

#dick grayson #robin #nightwing #batman #agent 37 #dickgraysonweek #batfamily #titans #dickgraysonweek2024

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ev-arrested · 13 days

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Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU

@dickgraysonweek 2024, Day 1: Leader of the Titans | Dick’s Undervalued Competency | Spyral Crew

God, it feels good to make fully rendered art again lol. University's got all my attention like 97% of the time, but I had to pull through for at least one day of Dick Grayson week (especially for a rarepair I need to show some love lol).

DickTiger enjoyers, you have been fed.

also, cheers @somebodyssherlock-heterodyne and @wondertwinsenthusiast

#batman #dick grayson #nightwing #dc comics #richard grayson #tiger dc #dc tiger #tiger king of kandahar #agent 37 #dick grayson week #grayson comics #grayson fanart #dick grayson fanart #dicktiger #tigerdick #ev-arrested #ev-arrested art

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celaenaeiln · 2 years

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What if Dick could cycle through identities.

Dick Grayson has more identities than there are colors in the rainbow.

There’s Dickie Grayson - school favorite, basketball star, and mathlete. Best friend of the Titans and beloved love of many. Also a wonderful brother, devoted son, and dear grandson.

There’s Richie Grayson - darling of high society. Women swoon over him, men appreciate him (ie Roy’s “pretty bird”), and as a gothamite aptly put it, “who wouldn’t recognize Gotham’s very own Paris Hilton”.

There’s Ric Grayson - cold, night thrill seeking civilian with more trust issues than money in a trust fund.

There’s Nightwing - according to Supes, “your words are worth their weight in gold”. According to Bruce, “sometimes I feel he’s the only thing I did right”. According to Hawkman, “the one person the entire superhero community trusts after Superman”. And so much more. Strong enough to defeat Ra’s Al Ghul in a sword fight and be given the name “Detective”. Beloved hero and the pride and joy of the superhero community

There’s Agent 37 - An international, multilingual super spy who broke his partner’s hardened interior while rigorously maintaining his morals in the face of adversity. So handsome that while a psychotic murderer was chasing him and his partner, he reached up, switched off the spiral, and was so beautiful that the stunned woman went, “woof”, lost control of her bike and crashed.

There’s Renegade - Deathstroke’s apprentice who was carefully trained by him until he tricked the man and freed himself. Taught Deathstroke’s daughter Rose to be a hero and was punished by his nemesis through the Chemo bombing of Bludhaven. Yet Deathstroke still hugs him and says “Nice to see you again, kid. You look well” and leaves messages on his fogged bathroom mirror, “message received”, and waits in Dick’s bedroom while he’s dressing to let him know why he’s in the city.

There’s Crutches - mob enforcer for Black Mask and took down his crime syndicate from the inside out.

There’s Talon - His grandfather’s legacy of being an undead assassin for the court. The Gray Son of Gotham.

Finally there’s Robin - the 8-18yr old who went on joy rides with Superman, said “Holy ___ Batman!”, the one who was astounded when He asked if he would join the Justice league and Batman said, “no, you’ll be leading them”. The one who was driving batmobiles at 8 and singing songs to comfort victims that still remember him and his warmth 20 years later. The acrobatic prodigy that left the country in wonder. The first sidekick and role model for many young heroes that came after him.

He has many more identities I couldn’t name but - imagine if Dick could change these personalities in a heartbeat. One second he’s peppy and overjoyed Robin and the next he’s flippant and dismissive Ric Grayson. Oh the possibilities

I don’t remember where this quote’s from but: the man has a temper that could start wars. And a smile that could end them.

#fic request #dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #batman #clark kent #superman #slade wilson #deathstroke #hawkman #robin dick grayson #talon #renegade #agent 37 #rose wilson #canon

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one-bat-day · 6 months

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Tim 💕💕💕

#dc #dc comics #batman #batman comics #robin #dick grayson #nightwing #Tim drake #red Robin #Grayson #Grayson comics #agent 37 #Alvin Draper

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wondertwinsenthusiast · 12 days

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A bit late, but happy Dick Grayson week!

Day one: spyral crew

Shout out to @ev-arrested for giving me motivation to do this

@dickgraysonweek :)

#dicktiger #dick grayson week #dick grayson #nightwing #tiger king of kandahar #helena bertinelli #agent 37 #tigerdick #spyral #spyral crew #dickgraysonweek2024

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hornithology · 2 months

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I think Grayson would make an incredibly good 10 ep TV series but only if they leaned into making it extremely trippy. use Spyral's hypnos technology to mess with the viewer and create a 'who is who' mystery. it's only revealed that Agent 37 is Dick Grayson episode 3 and all of a sudden you're like "why is 37 talking to Bruce Wayne? is Batman in this universe?" 50/50 campy spy action and psychological thriller, culminating in a narrative arc about how Dick is using his funny persona to cope with extreme trauma. themes of perception and persona. aesthetically, it would draw on 70s/80s spy chic, flamboyant colors, music videos. lots of eye candy objectification of Grayson but then make it about his sexual trauma in the finale. strong first person narration where Grayson tells you he's everyone, he's no one, he's whoever you want him to be.

#dick grayson #grayson #agent 37 #spyral #if I was king of DC

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fishfrommars · 10 months

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In reverse robins, which siblings are the closest, and have stayed the closest? Are there siblings who used to be really close but aren't anymore?

I would say Stephie and Damian are really close. She definitely reacts the best to him coming back from his stint with Spyral. (The others are understandably angry).

After Dickie died, Damian needed some space as well as a purpose so he worked with Bruce (he was not forced) to go into Spyral and take the organization down. Tim and Jay were upset but honestly happy he was alive.

Damian and Stephie understand one another better than the others do. I am a sucker for Tim and Jay being closest, because of their history, but whenever I see Stephie and Dami hanging out I get so happy :)

Tldr: Steph and Dami are best friends.

EDIT: I do not ship them. They are friends, or Stephie's weird version of siblings.

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audhd-nightwing · 5 days

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dick “if i breakdown i will literally never recover so i will bottle up all of my trauma until i die” grayson

. . .

dick “ok well i died but i came back and now everything is so much worse but if i let myself feel anything i’ll get killed so i guess i’ll just continue bottling everything up forever and ever” grayson

#dick grayson-isms #dick grayson #dc comics #nightwing #richard grayson #grayson comics #nightwing comics #spyral #dcu #dc #agent 37 #i want to shake him between my teeth like a rabid dog #forever evil

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not-gay-batman · 1 year

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Y’all, I think Apollo’s costume is a little thin. He quite literally burns through them…

I’ve seldom seen a superhero so consistently lose their uniform in battle lmao.

#this man cannot keep his clothes on to save his life #it’s in the name of justice okay #sorry y’all this is an Apollo blog now #dc #the authority #dc comics #midnighter #midnighter and apollo #stormwatch #apollo and midnighter #midpollo #agent 37 #batfam

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river-bottom-nightmare · 1 year

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The kid really wasn’t supposed to be an issue. Dick assured himself it wasn’t going to be an issue. He crossed his heart and hoped to die, dragged a knife over his throat, offering Tiger a solemn promise before flipping the knife between his fingers, dancing too close to his jugular, and winking. (One of these days, he’d put a flash of panic in Tiger’s eyes, he just knew it.) Agent 37, especially now with Tiger, was damn near unshakable.

But here’s the thing: this little brat with a suit more expensive than half of Bruce’s wine cellar and a pout sweeter than a baby’s and pudginess still clinging to his cheeks hadn’t stopped talking about jaguars in the past ten minutes.

“Eyes on target. Two minutes to break through security’s last defense,” says Tiger’s voice in his ear, quiet even through their tinny comms. Dick can picture the concentrated furrow on his forehead, the set of his shoulders and flex of his traps to settle himself before a mission’s last stretch. He can picture it better than he can his siblings, somedays.

“That’s great, buddy!” Dick tells Tiger and the kid damn-near clinging to his leg. His hair is blonde, ruffled, clinging to any vestige of its gelled style with a sort of hopeless desperation, like trying to ground a ghost. And this wouldn’t be an issue, it really truly wouldn’t, if Damian Wayne hadn’t also spent their last gala running his tiny, calloused hands through his sticky hair, doing his best impression of not clinging to Dick’s leg, and continuously talking about tigers.

How long has it been since someone’s last touched him with such simple trust? Dick feels the boy’s faith angularly, like a spear of glass through his ribs, through the ribbons of his tendons.

It’s frigid. The two of them are on the ballroom’s balcony, letting the wind use her cold fingers to trace the underside of Dick’s scalp, letting a night of dancing and quiet drugs and secrets spill out behind them. (Letting Dick protect this child’s innocence a day longer.) He isn’t true royalty but he may as well be, the way Bruce always was, because underneath the balcony overlook is a very illegal jaguar enclosure. Inside, the jaguar seems to be stretching, waking herself up for the day, taking note of the iron fence surrounding her as Dick supposes she does every morning. Dick can sympathize. There’s a different sort of freedom they’re both experiencing for the first time, and Dick thinks they both rather prefer before.

“—and they have the strongest bite of any big cat! Compared to its size, I mean.” The boy clearly thinks this fact is splendid—it actually kind of is—and he looks up at Dick, pleading with his eyes for acknowledgement. His aunt and uncle, the child’s new guardians, are attempting to use him to release a bioweapon four nights from now that would potentially kill millions. He’s resisted them for weeks, and here he is, begging for a morsel of praise.

Dick lets his eyes go wide. “Whoa, really? That’s actually pretty cool.” The boy beams, his little wildflower head bobbing and his smile unburdened, beauty like something peeking up out of the earth for the first time. God, Damian used to hate these parties. Used to scowl at any mention of fumbling himself into a child’s suit and making nice with shark-toothed civilians for hours. Used to look up at Dick with that same unfiltered joy when they sat in the hall, asking Alfred to sneak them some tarts, Damian leaning into Dick’s arm and telling him about a cool new tiger fact he learned. That arm still prickles. Emptiness does the opposite of pain, and somehow that is always worse.

“Everything’s disabled,” Tiger’s voice nudges him out of his reverie. “Except the last password. Needs to be handwritten. You got that kid to open up yet?” Dick can hear the challenge in his voice, ever so subtly weaved into his even tone, and he can’t keep his lips from turning up at the edges.

The jaguar in the enclosure below folds up from her stretches, smooth like a burn, and leaps atop a large rock in her enclosure. The boy is stunned into silence for a brief moment. He seems to be gazing at the jaguar with a dangerous sort of longing in his eyes. Like he wants to be cracked open, like a stone-fruit ripped in two and devoured, like trust seems to be at once a holy and sordid thing to him. (He seems to be exactly the son of parents who, rather than entrusting any of their relatives or partners, made their child create the password for access to a mass bioweapon, then had the brilliant sense to be assassinated before they could tell him about it.)

Quietly, murmuring into the comm on his wrist, Dick says, “Try panthera onca.”

There’s a pause, then, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“He’s a kid, Tiger.” It wasn’t really that long ago that Dick was making up stupid passwords for Bruce to guess. The password to the pillow fort Dick made for Bruce’s birthday was the binary nomenclature for a bat. The password Damian uses—used, fuck, used—for his phone was the king cobra.

Silence from the other end of the comm. Silence from the kid, too. Dick glances over, and sees he’s still hypnotized by the jaguar. He follows the child’s line of sight, and finds the jaguar staring straight at them. I am hungry, her eyes tell him. I have not felt another living being in so long that I will devour the next one I touch. I am so fucking starving and I want you like an organ taken out of your guts, I want to swallow you into a lanky-shaped hollow near my stomach, and maybe, Dick thinks, maybe she’ll name it “Agent 37” or “Nightwing” or possibly even “Robin.” But what I want most of all, she says with a flick of her tail and a twitch of her ears, is to rip out your bones and hold them, craft them, use them to wrench open the bars of this cursed cage so that I may run, and never return. I will take your bones with me, the jaguar promises, so you will be free as well.

The jaguar growls quietly, and Dick can somehow hear it from the balcony. Then, she flits away. Dick untenses in time with the boy next to him. He thinks of iron bars and bloody torsos and a time when he could wear his own face. He thinks of a boy, only a little taller than the one standing next to him, who would have kept him from ever giving in to Bruce’s demands to renounce his face to begin with.

(He thinks of Damian’s bloody torso, specifically, and thinks that he would let the jaguar carve open his gut and tear out his bloated bag of organs, if only she would give them to Damian. They would be more useful than his unknowable face.)

Tiger’s voice filters through the comm. “Package secure. Heading towards safehouse delta.”

The kid next to him sighs happily, again. “Pretty cool, isn’t she?”

Dick smiles down at him. “Very. What’s her name?”

The boy frowns, confusion on his face. “She doesn’t have a name. It’s better not to have one, I think.”

“Oh really?”

A nod from the child, more serious than Dick imagined “She did bad things. She killed people. That’s why they let me have her. And I think she’d like it better if I didn’t use her old name, the one that she had when she did the bad things. But I don’t want to give her a new name and have it be wrong! So she doesn’t have a name.”

“Do you think she likes that?” Dick asks. “Names are—names are important.”

“I don’t know,” the boy says, suddenly looking very unsure of himself. “But I think it’s better to not have a name than to have one that hurts you. Or to have one that doesn’t fit.”

Dick hums. Considers. Offers the boy another smile and straightens up in the way people do when they’re getting ready to leave. “I suppose you have a point, kid.”

The child nods. There are bruises in the tender skin under his red-rimmed eyes and his lips have scabs from his own teeth all over them. They’re so chapped, they’re nearly bleeding. Dick knows how much sleep children get after their parents are murdered in front of them. “Thank you for the jaguar facts,” Dick tells him, sincerely. “They made the night much more fun.”

The boy nods. Opens his mouth, closes it, then seems to make up his mind and opens it again. “Before you go,” he says, with all the hesitation he’s kept close and quiet this entire night, “can I—can I just have a hug? Please?”

And Dick, without hesitation, folds to his knees and opens his arms.

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@dickgraysonweek dick grayson week day 2: first responder au | “can i just have a hug? please?” | spies & secret agents

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#dickgraysonweek #someone know if this is long enough that i should post it on ao3 it's much longer than my normal crap and idk the protocol for ~1.5k fics #scribbles from the swamp #dick grayson #nightwing #agent 37 #dc #dick grayson fic #nightwing fic #agent 37 fic #dc fic

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lilituism · 8 days

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For @dickgraysonweek 2024

Day 5: Dick (Helen) of Troy | Batfam Meets Agent 37 | Polyamory

#dc comic #illustration #dick grayson #nightwing #digital fanart #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #dickgraysonweek2024 #day 5 #batfam meets agent 37 #spyral #agent 37 #identity reveal

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