Can you tell me in what issues of Nightwing and/or Batman (or other), do we see Dick as Batman?
He first takes on the Batman mantle in Battle for the Cowl
Batman and Robin #1-26 (Vol. 1-3)
Batman #687-691 (collected in Batman: Long Shadows)
Batman: #692-699 (collected in Batman: Life After Death)
Batman: #700 (anniversary issue)
Batman: #704-710 (collected in Batman: Eye of the Beholder)
Batman: Streets of Gotham #1-13
Batman: Gates of Gotham
Batman: The Black Mirror
Batman Incorporated (2011) #6
Batman (2016) #51
Also these. I'm kinda đ¤ˇđťââď¸ about the exact order:
Red Robin #1, 4, 11-15, 22-23, 26
Batgirl (2009) #5-7
Justice League of America Vol. 2 #41-60
Justice League: The Rise of Arsenal #1-3
Titans (2008) #15-16, 21, 23, 28-30
Must reads:
iâd like the sun to set with you by @chuuyasoup (T, 8.8k)
What changes is this:
Geto Suguru does not say, how arrogant. He does not say, kill me if you want, thereâs meaning in that too. He does not look at Gojo Satoru with unfamiliar indifference and he does not assume that he wonât understand.
Or, Suguru extends an offer on that day in Shinjuku. Satoru accepts it.
ćăŽăăĺ ´ć; river of light (that brings me to you) by cosmichorrour (T, 66k)
A lesson in love is a lesson in swimming. Except for Suguru, it's getting dropped into the deep end with the tide licking at his neck, no kickboard or life preserver keeping him afloat.
(Or: This is how Satoru finds the ocean.)
Caesura by cielelyse (M, 85.5k)
The first time they meet, Suguru and Satoru do not like each other. Arrogant, cocky, insufferable, they think. Despite the smirks Shoko gives Suguru, or the sighs Yaga gives Satoru, they do not like each other.
Until a mission changes that.
paper cuts by HamsterQinghua (T, 36k)
âHey,â he starts. âI think we got off on the wrong foot.â Understatement of the century. âMy nameâs Suguru Geto, whatâs yours?â Itâs a question asked purely for formalities, and heâs sure Gojo knows that, but heâs still unprepared for the otherâs answer.
âYour mom,â Gojo drawls out, and Suguru realizes heâs starting to see why people want this kid dead.
or, Suguru is a contract killer. his final target is Satoru Gojo. this isn't a problem until it is.
The Traveller's Song by No_Ir (E, 23k)
When it comes, the death of summer is vapid and quiet. It tastes like stale water and smells like memories gone bad in the heat. Nothing mourns it and the air is speckled with bits of seawater that cling to the dampness on the back of his neck.
Crickets chirp throughout the night and the bed is too warm to sleep in, so he buries his face into pillows that smell like dust and salt and ignores the stabbing behind his eyes till he can feel the irritating warmth of another day on his back.
I miss the sea, he thinks, staring at the familiar outline of the window, palm resting on the friend-shaped dent on his bed. Exhaustion drapes itself over his shoulders and sweat beads like pearls at the roots of his hair.
I miss the sea like I miss my friend
Punishment For A Monster by @duckiemimi (T, 8.1k)
âYeah! Oh, my name is Gojo Satoru, by the way.â He hides the hurt behind his teeth, his grin wide and friendly. He thought heâd only have to introduce himself once to someone he called his best friend. Itâs strange to repeat words from more than a decade ago to the same person. âYou can call me Satoru.â He hopes he calls him Satoru.
âIâm Geto,â he says back. You were Suguru to me, Gojo thinks. âNice to meet you, Satoru.â
âNice to meet you, too.â He leans against the wall beside him, tries to look nonchalant as he does. âSo, do you come here often?â
Geto thinks Gojo is just a lonely guy who wants friends. Gojo just wants to know if he remembers him, even just a little bit.
bang bang, kiss kiss by bunkuto (E, 12.7k)
Suguru brings men home and Satoru wonders if, judging by the pangs in his chest and the sudden overwhelming urge to punt these hookups into the sun, heâs homophobic. They figure things out slowly.
Puppet On A String by @killjoyproductions (E, 6.8k)
Huh,â he muses. âAre you⌠saving yourself for marriage?â
âNope.â
âAre you asexual?â
Satoru shakes his head. âIâm not asexual, just a virgin.â
Golden hour by damiselart (E, 38.6k)
the one in which Satoru doesn't run away at sunrise and has an existential crisis over morning sex.
love is all I ever yearned for; not this affection carved in stone by getoswrongs (juyang) (T, 15k)
âYouâre a menace,â Suguru mutters.
âYou do this all the time? Making clay dicks before you turn them into bowls and vases? And it took some loser dude you met at age 27 for you to realize you like dick?â
--
Suguru is a potter and Satoru is in love.
smile like brass by @chuuyasoup (T, 15k)
Upon arriving at the scene, itâs hard to say whether turning up just five minutes earlier would have made much of a difference.
As it stands, there is a lot of blood. Too much blood to be explained away, and too many strong residuals to be traced back to anyone other than Satoru.
Or, Suguru arrives at the Time Vessel Association hideout a little too late. This changes things.
formula one au based on @bunnieshoneys fic
If you feel like youâve seen this alread, thatâs normal. This list of recommendation has been previously posted on my first account @praestantias which has been deleted for some reasons. So here I am, reposting it.Â
Hating how elitist and eurocentric the dark academia community became, I would truly appreciate that you leave some recommendation of book written by people of color, for I noticed that I am guilty of the eurocentric part, but I am really want to educate myself and read more non-white books.Â
Thank you for your suggestions!
Antigonick by Anne Carson / I'll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson / Electra by Sophokles / Erica E. Goode
Sometimes I forget how much my brother and I are Sirius and Regulus variants until a family crisis happens and I'm making jokes and getting tattoos while he's sitting there rolling his eyes and doing shots.
Everybody likes a bit of gossip to some point, as long as itâs gossip with some point to it. Thatâs why I like history. History is nothing but gossip about the past, with the hope that it might be true.
â Gore Vidal, 1925-2012, American writer
I know that some days you barely exist- scrolling mindlessly for hours, trying to find some peace. I know that sometimes you wish you could be someone else because your 10 year old self had big plans to save the world and some part of you wants to make her proud still. I know that sometimes you feel like a side character in your own story, written with someone else's words. I want you to please unclench your jaw and let go of the tension in your shoulders and save yourself first. The sun is still out there and it'll be there tomorrow, ocean waves exist and oranges taste like peace.
I hope you say goodbye to the ghost of your 10 year old self because unlike her, you still exist.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
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