Fuck Batman!

ooc~ Me and a friend having a convo on discord about maybe reviving 2 of my OCs. Instead, Dick and Jay come back to life and get into the convo uninvited <_<. I’m slowly trying to come back to writing, but this right here is progress ig. Hopefully it won’t die in a few days like it did before. My will to do anything, that is.

ooc~ I am alive, I’m super sorry I didn’t give any sign recently, there’s just been a lot going on irl for me and anxiety didn’t make things any better, so I never really had any energy for rping. I am NOT giving up on my boys, promise, I love them too much, but I will be slow coming back. (and to make things worse, tumblr updated again and now I have no idea how to check for mutuals, so that’s a new reason for anxiety, because you all have the right to unfollow for my lack of activity, though now I just wish I knew who did so i don’t bug the wrong ppl. Rip)

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ooc~ I never meant to be gone this long without a word to you all and I’m sorry. This never meant to be a hiatus that lasted idek how many weeks i was gone. So I apologize to those I owe ims replies to and ofc drafts. I hope I’ll pull myself together now and stop ignoring you all, because I love you all and I’m really sorry. I’m a big idiot, that’s what I am. A big, tired idiot. When will i start reaching out to ppl when I'm depressed instead of just trying to fix everything myself...alone?

~𝕽~ It had been a while since Lord Elrond had taken him in, had had mercy on the small, lost half-elf. Well, he rarely admitted he was not a full-fledged elf, it was sensitive information that he feared would turn him into a pariah and affect Elron’s credibility. He already faced some negativity for having brought a stranger and kept him this close. Dick was head of security for the lord himself after all. The one that knew the truth about his protege was Elrond himself. Now, a delegation from Mirkwood had come, and he was always happy to see a friendly face. Whenever duty would bring them to the same place, he and Legolas had gotten along very well, he could even risk and call him a friend. But this time around, an unknown factor came into play. A pretty impressive one at that. She must have been the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He was just taking a walk through the palace grounds and nearby patch of forest, a habit he had every night, both for perimeter recon, but mostly for personal purposes, it helped clear his thoughts, helped he remember where he came from and who his enemies were, and there she was, right there, a few paces in front of him. It would have been foolish not to talk to her. Or at least he hoped he was not overstepping his boundaries here. “This place is beautiful and comforting at night. But it can also be easy to get lost in if you’re new around here. Would you mind some company? Or would you rather be alone?”

~𝕽~ A glance over the almost conquered city of Gotham made him voice a thought he usually kept to himself. “I’m not really sure humans nowadays are capable of creating something that isn’t in itself destructive. So wouldn’t that make us more similar to demons than we’d think?“ That was a pretty pessimistic thought for the usually optimistic former Boy Wonder. But there were moments, just like now, when he doubted if their crusade actually did any good, if they actually served the ones who were in need. Technology built for making life better, easier, used for war and destruction. And what could masks and capes even do to stop people from turning something good into something evil? The smell of smoke that still lingered through Gotham did nothing to soothe his worries. There was always someone out there hellbent to burn this city or make it crumble. And Blüdhaven was the same, corrupt to it’s core, like a disease, but it was almost as if the cities themselves refused to want to be saved. “Well, not saying he’s not an interesting guy and all. Old, supposedly wise, but also batshit crazy, if you ask me. But meeting him... I’m not so sure I’d recommend. Assuming he’s still alive, that is. He’s got his way of manipulating someone, you don’t even know you’re being manipulated until it’s too late.“ How many times haven’t he and the other Robins fallen into that trap. And even Bruce himself more than once. Oh, this one knew how to ask the right questions. And by right, he meant the exact ones he’d rather not think about at the moment. It’s like she could read his mind, see the real reason behind his troubled demeanor. “I’m not him.” That’s all he could say out loud. But he said it as much for her as for himself. That was the exact reason he had left Gotham and settled in the Haven, made a name for himself, found his way as Nightwing. He couldn’t just leave it all behind like that, with a snap of fingers, and put on the cowl. He wasn’t even sure he would be worthy of wearing it, not that he wanted to. Batman had been his home, his salvation, his guiding light for almost all his life. He couldn’t even hope to be as good, as strong, an inspiration. And for once, he felt so young, so naive, so uninitiated. “I can never be him.” But at the same time, it was true that Gotham needed a hero, a light. Gotham needed Batman. “Maybe Robin could...” he trails off. They both know how the sentence would have ended. If it was because he was being considerate of Tim or just scared and a coward, he feared it was the latter.

~𝕽~ Maybe it’s his way to atone, or his way of asking the Universe if it still wants him around. Jumping headfirst into danger, that he could handle. So much easier than having to handle everything, all the thoughts, all the doubt. And the more time he spends around Bruce, the stronger his doubt grows. And he feels he’s only drawn into taking the worst decisions and harming everyone he even wants to come close to. Because he had had a lousy example. “Are we really making a difference out there? Putting on those costumes and masks. Are we not just deluding ourselves? Are we not just like those criminals we put behind bars, driven by anger and vengeance and violence? We say it’s for the good of those who can not take care of themselves, but I have moments when I wonder if it really is so or not just some hidden selfishness on our part, of wanting to prove we are better. Is beating them senseless to convince them to turn themselves in really the best way of handling everything?”

~𝕽~ He had been prepared to fight more, to keep giving arguments. He had planned to say he’s not any safer alone in the Haven than he would be out here with Batman. But, apparently, this heartwarming speech of his had been cut short. And that was almost unexpected, despite it having been his objective all along. “Okay, for once, someone left me speechless.” But not for long. Already a plan was forming in his mind. “The dynamic duo is back, outlaws beware! So, what’s first on the agenda?” The priority was Scarecrow and whoever that Arkham Knight figure was. But he was aware that he didn’t have enough knowledge to see the whole picture of tonight’s Gotham. And Bruce usually had a plan.

~𝕽~ “Okay, that is one way to do it. But what if you don’t? The knife, not the actual punching part.“ He was well aware of the therapeutic and cathartic effects of a punch. Knives though could lead to worse things. “Also, wouldn’t that technically violate the definition of a punch?“

~𝕽~ He’s seen his share of weird and unusual, he’s been working with (not for) Batman for long enough to stop being surprised by everything. And he knew his eyes had not deceived him, he was trained to observe, to analyze every detail, like a good detective should. So the fact the young woman had used some kind of unnatural cloak to shield her from the rain was a certainty to him. Now what to do about it? And how to figure out if it was some sort of meta-ability or technological. He was curious. Can anyone blame him after living so long with the world’s greatest detective? She was definitely scared and possibly tired. Maybe it can play to his advantage. He just wants to help, so the smile is genuine. “It’s possible. But I also think it’s highly unlikely. But you don’t have to be scared of me. I’m Robin.” And at that, a gloved hand extends to meet hers, if she wants to accept his gesture. “There’s this really cool pizza place just round the corner. My treat. And we can talk. About anything you want. It doesn’t have to be about what I did or didn’t see just now.” This might lead him nowhere. After all, who trusts a weirdo in a mask and cape?

ooc~ Would you guys kill me if I dropped old ask memes and un-plotted asks from my inbox? I’m kind of...losing inspo because of the amount of stuff I have to do here.

ooc~ they should invent mun/muse couples therapy, I feel Dick and I could really use it. He’s in that childish phase in which he pushes everyone away. So he’s hard to work with. But I can’t figure out why...911? Anyone?

~𝕽~ “Like somebody split my head open with a crowbar.” Which was what had happened, minus the crowbar. He went solo to vent some anger after a fight with Bruce and got his ass handed to him. “Are you here with a serving of I told you so? Bruce already beat you to it.”

~Headcanon - flaws~ I tend to want to soften all the bad things the comics have abt Grayson and that is not a good direction. So this post is also for myself, to remind me that he is a human being, thus flawed, and I shall embrace those flaws and maybe have him work on them, slowly, maybe softening them through threads. Here goes:           - No killing. This one thing is more than just his main rule, it’s like his Bible, it’s a fact holier than anything. Kill someone, even if it’s a criminal that 100% deserves this fate because they have done unspeakable things, Grayson will snap at you. Hard. He will lecture you, but not in a friendly, understanding, teacher kind of way. He will yell at you, show his disappointment, even outright refuse to ever work with you in the future. That’s how adamant he is about this. No excuses are tolerated, no matter how good or true your circumstances are, this one he will not let go.           - He lies. But only in specific circumstances. He will not lie about everyday things, unless it’s to protect his identity. But he will keep information from his team or friends if he feels it will protect them.           - He goes solo. This also relates a bit to the previous flaw. Despite being a natural leader and doing pretty well with teamwork, he will go solo at times, even without notifying his team at all. It’s not because he does not trust his teammates, no, he literally trusts them with his life. It’s to protect them. When he feels a situation or mission is too dangerous and could end with casualties or could have consequences that would harm his friends, he will tackle such situations on his own and try to solve them, thus taking all the blame of the actions on himself, in a try to save his team from them.           - He’s a womanizer. But only when he’s single. He tends to shy away from any or every serious relationship (I have another headcanon regarding his reasons for this. I will write it soon.), so he tends to have a lot of partners, civilians mainly, especially for one-night stands or short term relationships. So if he’s single and sees a beautiful woman, he will not hesitate to act. But if he is seeing someone, he is loyal, he will not betray them, he will treat them like they’re his world. Unless he has to lie to them about why he needs to bail out on all the dates because Nightwing has work to do.