Dick knew once Bruce told him the story of his parent's murder, in the acerbic light of the juvenile detention hall that served as the place for their second meeting, that they were not same.
Even if Bruce believed they were.
Bruce told his story in the hushed tone of morning light. His eyes shining with the pain of memory as he detailed the moment he saw Martha Wayne, his mother die in front of him.
Dick knew as soon as Bruce uttered that final fateful sentence, a recounting of watching his mothers pearls scatter onto the blood-soaked ground, only to roll away to places he has searched time and time again and never found.
That Bruce was far-far luckier than him.
Because Bruce might have trained all around the world but Bruce was not raised by the watchful eyes of hundreds of men and women who didn't speak a shared language but still called each other family.
Bruce did not spend his time being babysat by Hala, the widower of a pearl diver who once held Dicks hands and told him, with the gentle reflection of the night sky in her eyes, tone alight with pride at her history, her life, her late husband, how she had made jewellery out of the pearls and sold them.
How her husband could not do it because you needed small, gentle hands to be able to tie a protective knot in-between each pearl as to make sure when the necklace breaks you will not lose too many if pressure causes the string to snap.
the rest of this will be on my ao3 eventually but for now~~~~~
I am suddenly hyperfixating on Harry Potter? This was an unforeseen and unpleasant experience
it's so wild to me that you absolutely cannot force a hyperfixation to happen. like you'll watch the most perfectly tailor-made-for-you content that everyone says you'll love and feel absolutely nothing, and then the thing you watch on a whim to fill time will reach through the screen and put its damn fingers in your brain and start rearranging the neurons right in front of you and every single time you're like THIS??? THIS??????? and this happens like every 6-12 months forever
Listen my simple rule for nightstar, Robstar, Dickori, Dickory etc
Is
Kory is objectively better looking
Dick is objectively prettier
(Kori can also pick Dick up like a couple of grapes but that’s secondary- (no it’s not))
I refuse to become another goddamn mystery
Listen it came to me in a dream don’t yell at me
New years approx 2 hours after midnight
The titans are at Donna’s apartment and all offensively drunk
Dick (most sober) : I’m not doing it
Roy (most drunk): DONT be a coward Grayson
Donna (2nd most drunk): YEAH put on the maid dress Grayson
Dick: THE MAID DRESS ISNT the problem its the fucking thong that goes with it
Wally(speedster metabolism is no match for Dick Grayson and high tech lab equipment more drunk than he’s ever been): oh come on didn’t you give me shit when we were teens for not being “open minded” I didn’t sit through a 5 hour HR presentation on toxic masculinity at 15 for you to back out now
Garth (got high instead, currently flying higher than the moon, out of earths orbit with about 4 pounds of food INFRONT of him): do it do it do it do it
Dick: 1) you know I have no shame around any of you, that is not the issue. I am telling you I. Will. Not. Fit
Donna: damn tbh I thought they put all the dick in your name
Donna: or your personality
Wally: *wheezing*
Dick: listen i will wear the maid dress im not a pussy, I’ll never back out of a dare. IF you let me wear my regular underwear
Roy: deal
Dick goes to Donna’s room to change
Donna: I could’ve sworn I bought the men’s one
Roy: you probably did
Donna: so was he being at bitch cuz if so he has to do the forfeit
Wally: we once dared dick to call slade Wilson daddy in front of Bruce and he did it the next day, you think that THIS is where he draws the line
Garth (has reached zen no thoughts head empty): might still be 2 small, both things can be true *holding index finger up on each and and joining them together in front of his face why crossing his eyes*
Donna in a whisper: is he really that big?
Roy immediately: yes
Donna: you answered that way too quickly
Wally: well we did share a locker room for like 2 decades
Donna: I’m sorry? Did you like compare?? Or something
Garth: noooooooo (honest)
Wally: …occasionally
Roy: idk what yall are on about I just fucked the guy
Donna: YOU DID WHAT???
Garth: ????????????????
Wally: HUH? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN????
Roy realizing this was when they were on the outsiders,very toxic with one another and on opposite paths of self destruction: Okay listen it was a weird time for us, Donna was dead and-
Donna: SO YOU FUCKED THE NEXT BLACK HAIRED BLUE EYED PERSON ON THE TEAM
Garth (still high): wait I was on that team? Why didn’t you fuck me? I have black hair and blue eyes
Wally patting his shoulder in a supportive manner: not enough daddy issues.
Garth: *nods understandingly* ahhhhh
Roy: AS I was saying, it was a weird time I had my whole thing with Cheshire, you were dead which means dick wanted to die more than usual. Anyway it happened I love him but let’s not do that again
Garth: but would you? Like without the toxic would you
Roy: Raw. Next question
Donna *did not need to know this about dick but also mildly impressed* curiosity is man’s greatest sin and as a feminist it’s her job to even that playing field even if it’s cursed knowledge:… so how big is he…
Roy doing the hand size thing you know the one: big
Donna: damnnnn
Garth (still very high has ascended to a 5th dimension can smell colors): the real reason oracle is in a wheelchair
Wally: *falls out of his chair*
Donna: GARTH
Roy: *burst out laughing*
No listen there are exactly 4 flavors of dc fan
Fan 1; most canon content consumed in Wayne family adventures, lives in fanon stereotypes and tumblr reblogs, usually only reads fanfiction to get their content fix
Fan 2; has never looked at fanon content in their lives, has somehow managed to literally every comic book you’ve never heard of. Is violently pissed at the fladerization of their fave. (For some reason hates Jason Todd)
Fan 3; likes fanon and canon but they cannot touch. On. The. Plate. Good and separate like me when I have anything with mashed potatoes or sauce. Sure Dick can be a little naive in Fanon but if he needs help working a computer in canon they will riot or if people T h I n k their fanon is canon. (Low key also will ignore fanon they disagree with)
Fan 4; can’t tell the difference and/or substitutes the cooler one. Canon is a subway sandwich and Fanon are the excess toppings. They honest to god would not be able to tell you which idea they got from the comics vs Reddit vs a tumblr shit post. Sometimes fanon bleeds over and someone might read nothing butt nightwing and think it’s good who knows? (High key will ignore the canon they disagree with)
Anyway tag yourself
My love of fandom and its ability to recreate works completely .vs. my absolute hatred for most fandom Nightwing interpretations. FIGHT
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27572416
hii here is another fic rec <333
I don’t think you have ever missed
Thank you for the kind donations . I am reading this on a 12 hour bus and trying not to be violently car sick….
Anyway big fan thank you
My friend claims it’s bc he’s such a huge feminist, has read all of the feminist literature books (he’s 6’4 btw)
So now bc he’s such a huge feminist he experiences periods so that he can t r u l y understand women (he’s 6’4 btw)
And I think that’s beautiful
Ahhh I love when I see the DC fandom literally everywhere
Yall I have like 40 wips rn and I need to finish one of them but I have indecision paralysis and am now just playing genshin impact instead of anything on my to do list.
I write bad Dick Grayson and TMA fanfiction on ao3 follow me @imtired_likerllytiredI literally keep creating and deleting accounts on this hellsite lurker since age 8
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