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dcmultiverse · 1 year

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"Always confident, always kind, always cool. Dick Grayson-- The Multiversal Constant.”

#dcedit #dcauedit #nightwing #ch: dick grayson #a: batman hush #a: young justice #tv: titans #vg: gotham knights #a: the lego batman movie #a: harley quinn #animated #gif #mine #by jus #a very happy birthday to dickie!#and a happy first day of spring

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thebatmandaily · 1 year

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NIGHTWING #103 VARIANT COVER by JAMAL CAMPBELL

#dcedit #comicedit #nightwingedit #dickgraysonedit #dcmultiverse #nightwing #dick grayson #dc comics #dc #ch: dick grayson #type: comic #own posts

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aenhanse · 1 year

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Dick Grayson in One Bad Day: Mr. Freeze

#comicedit #dcedit #dick grayson #robin #f: dc #ch: dick grayson #*#*comics #*dc

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muchimmm · 7 months

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Happy batman day guys!!

The Sensational character find of 1940..

ROBIN

The BOY WONDER

Look at him!!

#batman day #nightwing #batman day 2023 #batman #battinson #the batman 2022 #detective comics n38 #robin #detective comics #detective comics comics #first robin #robin dick grayson #ch: dick grayson #dick grayson #dc #dc comics

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rookiesbookies · 2 years

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Dick Grayson x F!Reader

Dick is angry at Bruce and got hurt on patrol. Alfred is holding him and his fiancé hostage at the manor because of his injuries.

More of me writing from my own prompts cuz no one is requesting~ Plus a Young Justice season 1 reference cuz im a NERD and references to a line Dick says in Under The Redhood.

Prompt:

36. "I told you that would pop your stitches! Did you listen? No!"

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“Mistress (L/N), are you alright?”

“Jesus Christ, Mr. Pennyworth, you scared me.” She touched her hand to her chest lightly. “I’m fine, though I think Dick needs to be checked on more than myself.”

She looked back through the one way glass into the gym Bruce had made for Dick when he was younger.

There Dick was, on the still rings, taking out his frustrations the same way he had while on the Junior Justice League, as she had come to nickname it.

He was swinging himself in ways she told him would pop a switch during their conversation early this morning.

He was wearing his usual spandex/man-legging-looking black pants that fit snuggly to the contours of his legs. He had thrown off his blue and white tank top long ago, it was a remake of the one he wore when he was younger.

She wasn’t quite sure of what Bruce did that set Dick off like this. Mad enough that even his hold coping habits couldn’t break it- mad enough he would barely talk.

What had Bruce done?

“It appears so, Madam (L/N).” The butler put a kind hand on her shoulder before turning to walk away, “and, please, call me Alfred.” The sincerity in Alfred’s tone was noted in her mind but her was still sorely focused on Dick’s anger.

Whatever it was that Bruce had done or said, it had muddied part of Dick’s never ending charm. His witty- and cheesy- jokes with a side of his commentary made most things less awkward in this family. The chattiness was a nice difference compared to his other family members.

She spun the ring around her finger- it was nothing super expensive, it was classy and tasteful though. Everything she wanted without screaming “I’m dating billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne’s oldest son.”

When Dick fell she caught it out of the corner of her eye. It was surprising and terrifying. It took a second to register and her mind hadn’t fully acknowledged what was happening until she heard the loud thud as his body hit the mat under the rings he had just been on.

“Dick?” The name left her tongue as she ran to the door to enter the gym- even though she knew he couldn’t hear her through the glass or wall. “Dick!” She hurried and flung open the door- there wasn’t quite room to enter into a sprint toward him but she got close.

He lay on the mat, clutching his bicep where the stitches had been. He had knocked the wind out of his chest when he hit the mat, looking like an angel falling from grace that landed less than gracefully. In fact, he landed like a pile of bricks falling from a third story window but in her eyes he fell like an angel from grace.

He did bounce a bit though and bricks don’t bounce.

“Dick, honey bear, what happened? Are you ok?” Her hands were shaking, the fact as to what had happened wasn’t something her mind had registered yet. She frankly looked over his chest, she wanted to make sure he hadn’t hurt himself in any other ways.

He coughed and sucked in air, opening his eyes to see her face, almost getting the wind knocked out of him again due to her beauty. “You know I hate that pet name.” He rolled over and tried to sit himself up, hissing in mild agony. These were not the words a concerned girlfriend wanted to hear. “I just popped my stitch. So please get the ‘I told you so’ out of the way now.”

She smacked the bicep he was holding. "I told you that would pop your stitches! Did you listen? No!"

“Yup. I probably deserved that.” He hissed gripping his bicep.

“Damn right you deserved that.”

Alfred calmly sauntered his way into the gym, holding a tin tray with all the fixings he’d need to resolve the popped stitch. “What is it you say, Master Richard?”

“I took the cut, I can take the stitch.”

#dc #dc comics #batfam #dick grayson #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing x y/n #ch: dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #batfamily

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comic-confessions · 6 months

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one time i dreamt of dick grayson kissing a man on the mouth and i thought it was a real comic for a bit. it was when i was reading the ric grayson arc and binging nightwing. this is the reason i hc dick as bisexual.

I want to live in your dream op

#mod cassandra #ch: dick grayson #dc

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asoulofstaars · 2 years

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in which julia makes gifspams for her friends ☆ﾟ↳ fall from grace by @dilfdoctordoom

She’s sinking, falling, further and further still. She’s tumbled from the edge before, this — this is the true fall from grace. She knows that, no longer blinded by dazzling lies. She can see it. She can feel it.

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eamo2004 · 2 years

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Batchat Moments #2

#eamo's batchat #eamo's batfam #ch: jason todd #jason todd #ch: dick grayson #dick grayson #dc comics #batman #dc #the batman #batfamily

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superfandomcorp · 2 years

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NIGHTWING 💙

#nightwing #dick grayson #dickgrayson #ch: dick grayson #dc comics #dc #teen titans #titans #young justice #robin #batfamily

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hanasnx · 3 months

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brucie and his 19 year old girlfriend who he flaunts around Gotham like it’s no big deal. he takes her everywhere and anywhere there will be press. everyone is so shocked and they don’t even know what to say. especially the kids. dick and jason are (high key) jealous of it… -🍓

PART ONE ✩ PART TWO MINORS DNI 18+

BRUCE WAYNE has been keeping you around to garner attention around himself and off of his dealings as the Batman. You were the perfect candidate given your social influence, your popularity, and it helped you were easy on the eyes. If Bruce Wayne was the center of controversy for dating someone half his age, Batman could keep a lookout on Penguin’s latest caches without distractions like the Cobblepots releasing a statement that Batman is wrongfully investigating a man based on appearance. Prejudice doesn’t make the news, but an age gap does.

You practically float off the floor when Bruce is around, whether it be an arm around your waist; leading you or twirling you like a dance with music he hums; sweeping you off your feet, easily up over his head. It becomes clear why he’s so dangerous, he’s such a charmer. Somehow he has romance dialed in, and you fell for someone so put-together. You love going everywhere with him, and when a fan asks for a picture, he’s the first to hug you from behind and curl his huge body around you, cheek-to-cheek with his chin over your shoulder. He’s so shamelessly touchy. It gets to a point where he likes when you scold him with a pat. Hitting his sturdy bicep when he tugs the neckline of your dress to him for a peek at your tits, and all he does is growl at you playfully, like you’re asking for it later.

To be honest, you are. Yet, Bruce won’t get it to you. He dangles it over your head in public, but alone he makes up some excuse and calls his butler to drive you home.

One time when you’ve been invited to the Manor, it was so you could get ready and drive to a gala with Bruce. Arriving together is a big statement, and you’re excited, but in a much realer sense there’s a tickle of dread in your stomach. Bruce told you to make yourself comfortable and wait for him, he’s terribly sorry that he has to attend to something first and if he’d had it his way a lady wouldn’t wait on a gentleman. You’ve already fantasized this might be it, he’s finally going to ask you. Sitting on this chaise in front of a fire you clench your legs together at the reminder. Perhaps he’s getting ready so he’ll finally sleep with you. Briefly, you imagine what the paparazzi would bark at you if you arrived to the gala with sex hair. It brings a smile to your face.

Just in case, you had outfitted yourself with a tasteful nightgown underneath your clothes, and you decide now is the time to enact it. Shimmying off your garments, you then arrange yourself seductively on the chaise. Bruce’ll be here any minute, and he always acts so insatiable in public. Maybe if you surprise him, he won’t be able to steel himself. Your fingers play with the hem, already short but your ride it up even more, and trace circles onto your bare hip. You’ve felt his hands on your hips when you wore a stringy little bikini for him on his yacht, and those callused hands had pulled you right down on his lap to stick his tongue in your mouth. You can still taste it, closing your eyes to revisualize it. He was so big underneath you—

“… and this is a one time thing, understand? My debt is paid.”

“Don’t worry, birdboy, I won’t tell your old man—“

Voices come into focus, alerting you as the door opens and not one but two people come in. Two people you do not recognize. Without thinking it through, you stand to conceal your seductive pose meant for someone else, and everything else slips your mind.

Two men. Boyish. Both with black hair that’s grown out, and one of them with a white stripe sprouting from the front of his hairline.

“Oh,” DICK GRAYSON says. He’s no stranger to walking in on something he shouldn’t see. “Sorry, didn’t see you there.”

“Nice outfit.” JASON TODD adds, and you can tell he’s making fun of you. Your cheeks grow red hot, and you scramble for something to cover yourself up. A thin throw blanket folded over the back of the chaise is hastily straightened out to cover yourself.

Wary he might cause you grief, Dick points to a bookshelf behind you. “We just have to… get something.” He waits for something, and you realize he wants you to reply. You nod, hoping to just end this as soon as possible.

The blanket covers most, but a lot of your thigh is exposed. You try to turn with them as you they pass you, but Jason cranes his neck to catch a glance of your ass. The undersides of it hang out of your tiny nightgown. An indignant crease in your brow forms, and you make an obvious move to yank the blanket over your ass, turning it away from him. Dick keeps going, Jason hangs behind. “What’re you doing here, missy? You look a little young.” Condescension. The last thing you need right now is a conversation.

“Yeah, are you looking for someone?” Dick asks over his shoulder, more polite than his companion as he searches the spines of books with a finger.

You hesitate to say anything, you don’t know these people. “I’m waiting on someone.” A tremble shivers through you, the back of you cold from being away from the fire, and your nerves didn’t help.

“You’re not a hooker, are you?” Jason’s blunt nature shines through in his question, not that he’s intrigued or judgmental, just curious.

Your first instinct is to be offended he’d say something like that to a lady, frowning at him with a scoff. “What? No! And—!” It dawns on you that you shouldn’t put down sex work, you’re overreacting. So you wiggle your shoulders and stick your nose in the air, prissing up your attitude. “It wouldn’t matter if I was.” you say, quieter this time.

“Sure, it does. I’ve got cash on me.” Jason replies, only to get that cute offended look back on your face.

“Jason, shut up. She doesn’t know you’re trying to get under her skin.” Dick plucks out the book, and flips through it. He joins you and Jason, and you take a wary step back. He doesn’t notice, snapping the book shut and handing it off to Jason. Those blue eyes are back on you again, and you swear you see him give you a quick once-over. “Whoever you’re waiting on is a lucky guy.” he says, and by his tone you’re unsure if it’s a genuine flirt. When he smiles, dimples define, and for a brief second you’re weak in the knees.

A third voice pipes up, deeper than them both. “She’s with me.” Bruce says, walking in as he adjusts his cuff links. “Jason, always a pleasure to find you sneaking around my house.”

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geneticdriftwood · 11 days

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persephone's in hell; a rooftop conversation

for @mysterycitrus

persephone's in hell, @mysterycitrus // white winter hymnal, fleet foxes // assorted dc comics

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dcmultiverse · 2 years

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Dick Grayson in ‘There's No Ivy In Team’ from Harley Quinn.

“Gotham City. Demons are rising up. Criminals breathe in the shadow. Blood paints the streets like graffiti. My home needs Nightwing.”

#dcedit #dcauedit #harley quinn #harley quinn the animated series #batman #nightwing #robin #poison ivy #batgirl #ch: dick grayson #ch: barbara gordon #ch: damian wayne #ch: bruce wayne #ch: pamela isley #a: harley quinn #animated #gif #mine #by jus

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kingcrow01 · 3 months

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Marvel/DC Crossover Week | 2024

Day 1 | Sidekicks | Family | “I won the fight before you even turned up.” - Batman

@marvel-dc-crossover-event

Fully inspired by Dick becoming Peter’s guardian in Dark Matter by @mysterycyclone , because that’s just adorable.

This was quite the adventure in learning how to make skin tones with just colored pencils… and by adventure, I mean I was dragged through the mud screaming. Why buy a brown marker, when you can randomly layer red, blue and yellow? Please, someone buy me a brown marker.

+ a sketch of Peter and (his uncle? weird) Damian lounging around the manor with Alfred and Titus. I was imagining they’re waiting for Alfred #1 to finish making pancakes.