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dick was trained by the best ever. he's batman's equal. ©
NANCY DREW 4.01 | The Dilemma of the Lover’s Curse
do you know any evidence that dick is gay/bi/pan?
he says it right there actually
MAX CHAPMAN & CLANCE MORGAN A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN (2022 - )
He's been there, then again names tended to slide off him when he was all suited up. After all boy hostage came off with the mask in a way the rumors of being Brucie Wayne's newest project or the constant playboy slut-shaming never could. His bedroom names on the other hand... boy wonder had come up a couple of times. Okay, so they're doing this.
The French filtering through BS's part of the conversation is a nice detail he files away for later. As much as he disagrees with Batman's concept of always preparing for the worst, he still keeps up the habit of keeping an open eye and ear out for even the smallest hints of a cheat code for how someone works. He still has good memories of people he associates with the languages, it doesn't hold the guilt he still feels at the sight of enthusiastic American signs or a sultry Spanish voice piercing through the sound of rain.
Take a picture it'll last longer. It's good to know that he's definitely picking up what Dick put down. His current suit has to be his least eye catching one, still it does its job, keeps everyone looking and all too distracted to anticipate his next play. "Oh, no I always have been. The V-neck was just more fashionista, less practicality." He never tends to prioritize what most people seem to label pratique.
He's been a performer since birth and bases most of his fighting on the thorough knowledge of how his body moves and bends at all times. He doesn't want to have to retrain his balance to counteract any excess weight that more body armor or a tool belt adds. No, to him a practical suit means a suit he can do his duty to the best of his abilities in, something that simplifies his night job, not obstructs it; not to mention he's been dodging bullets since he was eight and clad in a cape that really fucked up his wind resistance. Speaking of capes he's gotta figure out how to tell the other to ditch his. A young Dick Grayson would've never listened to any explanations of how capes did sort of suck 'less you have someone small enough to tuck into it, but maybe not everyone is as stubborn as him. Maybe a change could be made to the suit as a whole. Early-year uniforms no matter how well made could always do with some adjustments. He's sure he can be of some assistance once the opportunity presents itself.
Cocking his head to the side, Nightwing grins, impressed with the attitude he gets back. "Far be it for me to cramp your style and screw with your rep." He holds his hands up to show he's giving in. "Any changes will be run by you first, boss. Anyone critiques my suit choices and I'll send them your way."
ㅤㅤSo… this is what it's come down to, flirting(?) with a person where all familiarity is purely rooted in the mirrored parallel of questionable costumes, the honeyed cadence that drips off the tongue amidst lingering grins having its own means of potency - the blond has worked with far less in the past, head consistently swimming in waves of lust enamoured interest ( maintenant un mode de vie ) much to his detriment, prior notions of 'professionalism' being set aside for a moment. There aren't any rules as such, just a sense of personal principles along with an inner code to adhere to… that is, depending on whether a person wants to follow them or not, just one rough day away from making a bad decision. Man, no wonder the cops hate their kind— not that he's in any way comparable ( pour le moment ).
ㅤㅤㅤㅤArms fold across Black Stealth's chest and there's an instance where the padding over a bent elbow snags against the billowing cape that precariously trails behind him, mindful of the posturing need to keep his cool with an attempt to ignore it ( d'accord, donc il va falloir qu'il perde la cape, c'est sûr ). Eyes light up with the use of the newfound moniker, its introduction a step closer in their informality, a huff of heated breath expelled in the form of silent laughter, a cant of the head denoting the man's amusement whilst mulling it over with an upward tick of blue eyes. "That's not half bad. Then again, I've been called worse." Line of vision reverts to the brunet, seeking a clearer point of contact behind the shrouding concealment of the domino mask, a playful lilt weaving into his voice. "Usually the morning after. Y'know how it is…" The blond leaves the heady connotation hanging in the air but any form of calm and collected pretense falters a touch, Nightwing's subsequent remark unknowingly(?) creating an (un)desirable invitation of sorts.
ㅤㅤSanji's gaze flickers over the elongated patch being alluded to on the other man's chest, attentively tracing over where the V could have possibly been, the pointed means of focus resulting in concentration lowering over the splayed formation of the birded logo upon the area, following the blue outline of refined edges contrasting over firm obsidian curves in which it's presented upon ( et il y a bien d'autres choses sur lesquelles s'attarder… ). His eyes are wandering, and it takes a moment to stop, a parched mouth swallowing as a brief flutter of fair lashes brush aside drifting thoughts— "So you weren't always a fashionista with a soupçon of practicality? That's kind of a deal-breaker. If this is going to work—" A gloved palm gestures to the space between the pair, index and middle finger rhythmically wagging. "I need some assurances you won't surprise me with a controversial outfit change." The hand lowers to rest against a hip, a teasing cockiness filtering into Black Stealth's muffled voice. "I have a reputation too, y'know."
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robin & batman (2021) #2 / new titans (1988) #101 / outsiders (2003) #16 / nightwing (1996) #114
ethan vc: -clears throat- 💬 + rumor has it ur a Dad™️
Send 💬 + a rumor and dick will react to it.
... is he? is this how bruce felt? "I guess I am."
💬 + I heard you have some piercings
Send 💬 + a rumor and dick will react to it.
"I've gotten stabbed, stitched together, and shot, but no dice on being pierced on purpose."
It's an easy enough case. Nightwing can just shut off part of his brain and let it rest, while he goes off of his instincts. He'd learned to trust his gut when he was five and flying high without a net and perfected said gut when he was nine years old in a bright yellow cape (and in hindsight: looking a lot like a traffic light on legs). He keeps an eye out for BS, he trusts the guy as far as he can throw him, and luckily for both of them, he has a good arm. They're both just new to the partnership and it's not the first time he's paired up with someone a little greener than him, he doesn't want the blonde to get hurt or fall too far behind - he can always go back and fix anything later but he knew how much people's treatment of you could make or break your confidence.
The small talk comes naturally, especially when he's taking a breather, it's always easier to joke anything off seamlessly when he's in the suit. The anonymity of the mask and its pressure and slight weight difference keeps him centered.
It's fun watching the cogs turn in Black Stealth's mind. To be fair to him Dick has had a lot of other types of phases too like his awkward pre-teen phase where he couldn't talk to Barbara without blushing or when he was seventeen and convinced everything coming out of Batman's mouth was straight-up bullshit.
His own comms are muted - no sound in and none out unless the Titans or the Bats reach out for him and even then he'd have to switch his mic back on. He likes to talk nonsense every now and then to keep his channel from being hacked by the mentioned groups. It's good to see the other join him in the uncharistic silence of the night.
"Looks like we do, Stealth Boots." He doesn't flirt without reason with other heroes. He wants a reaction out of him, to see if there's anything on the other side of this. "If you must know I had a V-neck phase back in the day too, figured it's better I tell you than for you to find out on your own." He was never going to be allowed to live a life of peace where his family doesn't randomly think to bring up his old Discowing suit.
DG | @acrobatick - ❛ remember how everyone had their weird phases as a teenager? being straight was mine. ❜
ㅤㅤIt doesn't help that they're both out of breath when the anecdote is proffered, a back-and-forth conversation that had drifted and ebbed as the distance intermittently widened and closed between them, the pair having woven through stairwells and bounded across rooftops with increasingly quick-paced gaits. While a kinder person could say that their respective styles of traversal complimented one another's, the blond was comparably a novice, using the eclipsing shade of the night sky to take the initiative in getting to grips with the embedded system in this suit, boots providing the ability to leap a little further engaging as the inner mechanism progressively learns from his ongoing performance. It proves to simultaneously be exhilarating as much as it is challenging, moments of utter thrill interspersed with disquiet jitters ( il va avoir mal le matin ).
ㅤㅤㅤㅤReputation aside, the other vigilante always seemed to be far more experienced, evident in how the pair have to stop when Sanji Black Stealth begins to trail behind, betrayed by a somewhat limited stamina in need of more work, frame doubling over with splayed palms resting atop the uppermost curve of reinforced synthetic-bound thighs. "Thanks for... sharing?" The raven hued mask might be covering the lower half of the blond's visage, but it does very little to hide the abundant level of amusement that flickers across his features, brow raising in a manner that could be perceived as provocatively encouraging as they dip into the topic. "When I said 'phase', I meant, y'know, being goth and hanging out in graveyards. Not—" It's with a brief doubletake that it dawns on him as to why the other had potentially chosen to divulge that little tidbit, expression growing curious regardless of a degree of understanding ( intéressé intrigant ).
ㅤㅤGloved fingertips lift to fiddle with a rounded earpiece, disengaging to bring an end to a deluge of data and personal statistics being fed to him, hollowed silence ringing out - line of vision firmly holds onto Dick's despite the faintest sense of hesitance, a factor that swiftly fades amidst waves of natural confidence. The corners of Sanji's eyes crease as his smile widens. "Looks like we have more in common than I thought, Bird Boy."
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do you have siblings? you give eldest sib vibes
some call it being the eldest, others call it being damned by god
Difficult vs Likable person tests.
Difficult Person Test: You are a somewhat difficult person to get along with (41.43%).
Likable Person Test: You are a likable person (70%).
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dick grayson is fucking delusional the man became a cop in the most atrocious city in america with the belief that his morals can overturn the systematic corruption that runs deeper than the sewers of gotham. not even “a little difference goes a long way”, my guy is COMMITTED
something that has always hurt about dick grayson is his canonical ability to say the thing that will hurt the people he loves the most. he treats lashing out it’s like a love letter, in its own fucked up kind of way. like: hey, I know your heart. I know why it beats. I know where to put the knife.
a very necessary gifset of dick’s arms in 2.03
In another universe, you still love and want me as passionately as you did a month ago. You and I never fucked up in that universe. We still slow dance off-beat to our breathing to demonstrate our love to our neighbours. In another universe, I am not envious of anybody that got to have you.
In this universe, I didn’t even have you for me.
ah, this was going to hurt, wasn't it? he's painfully aware of the regular clothes he's wearing, no escrima stick in sight - it's fine he'll just make do without it. "gwen is a person, not something you can own and i refuse to let you try to." he picks a stray tire-iron off the ground, good enough, for now. dick steps in front of gwen and gives her a quick once over alongside a nod to say, he's got this. as much as he wants to take this version of peter down his priorities are to keep everyone safe.
as he steps further towards peter, donna escapes from the shadows, leather jacket on and lasso of persuasion at her side, his twin wonder. they share a quick look and dick shakes his head. bruce raised him with a strict no-kill rule, diana had no such guideline. she takes on the other side of peter, ready to strike within a moment's notice.
"we don't want to have to hurt you, peter," dick assures and donna adds, "but we will." the lasso could be a good resort, but there was a risk that this version of peter was more headstrong than her, that coupled with the fact that dick didn't want to have to compel his friend to stand down. it would only work as a temporary fix at best, and they were in need of something a little more permanent.
donna takes his old position right next to gwen. as much as she was craving the fight, she could tell that they reverted back to the positions of their old mentors with team wonder protecting the innocents and the birds punishing the guilty.
"we need to get you out of here." she looks into gwen's eyes. this was never going to end if she stayed here.
the symbiote tendrils trailing down peter's fingers & webbing in between his fingers are void-black, writhing as they stretch towards gwen's wrist. he's trying to pull her AWAY from @acrobatick's side. DICK GRAYSON MIGHT BE NIGHTWING & THE LEADER OF THE TITANS, BUT HE CAN'T HAVE HER. HE DOESN'T DESERVE GWEN, he doesn't deserve the warmth, selflessness, love & light she radiates. she is worth fighting for.
gwen's eyes widen in alarm as she sees the symbiote tendrils reach for her, heart leaping into her throat. she instinctively takes a step backwards, keeping as close to dick as she possibly can... without getting in the way of his weapons, should the need to use them arise. she's terrified of this version of peter. this isn't the same man she fell in love with.
peter... WHO BARELY EVEN LOOKS HUMAN. both in his body language & his actions over the past few days. he nearly killed mj, his best friend since childhood, for getting him out his unconscious state, for SAVING him. he almost killed kraven without a second thought, & then he fought & almost killed miles for trying to stop him. (❝ you almost killed him, man! what are you doing?! that's not what we do! ❞ ) he's hurt people without a care in the world. but peter doesn't care about any of that.
ALL HE CARES ABOUT HIS GWEN. HE CAN'T LOSE HER. she's the last good thing in his life, now that may is gone. because of HIM, because of otto, because of norman fucking osborn. he can't let anyone take gwen from him.
he won't.
possessiveness & a rage unlike any other scratches at peter's insides, an urge to shed blood so powerful it's all-consuming, dizzying. the only other time he's felt like THIS was his showdown with otto almost a year ago. he hadn't been murderous then, only desperate to save his aunt may & angry. so fucking angry.
now, though...
the thought of gwen, his girlfriend, siding with SOMEONE ELSE who isn't him... the thought has completely enraged him.
he wants to kill dick. he's going to kill him, & then he's going to take care of everyone else, & save the only person who means everything to him.
peter snarls lowly & takes a single step forward, taking note of gwen's hands flickering with pale, golden light. in response, peter's darkness spreads further across his black symbiote suit. next to dick, ethan narrows his eyes slightly at peter. he's entirely unafraid of dick, but he keeps an eye on ethan. just in case. venom & host agree: ethan is the BIGGER THREAT out of the three of them. he needs to get him off the playing field before he can kill dick & take his gwen back.
BATMAN'S PROTÉGÉ, HUH? LET'S SEE WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF.
❝ you can't have gwen. ❞ peter snaps at dick, his friend & ally. the man's irises flash black. the symbiote warps his voice in an unsettling manner, making his words take on an inhuman, snarling quality lined with sharp, guttural hisses. he doesn't sound like himself. gwen flinches, looking a little nervous. ❝ she's ours. she makes us better. she's everything to us, & we refuse to let you take her from us. ❞ OURS, US, not his. whatever the symbiote is doing to him, it's nearly impossible to reverse by this point. host & parasite are almost one.
a dickkory kiss! for my birthday 🌃⭐