It's a Bird, it's a Bat, it's a Flying Grayson

“Dick, this is the eighty-second floor, could we please–”

infinitepunches’s request: Damian contemplating taking on the role of Nightwing.

When your LITTLE brother stops being little (relatable)

Dick: You can think that, but I'd win. But I won't beat you up because I don't go around bullying the weak.

Jason: What did you just say?

Dick: You are my baby brother and I can't beat up the babies. You softer than puppy toes.

Jason: I AM NOT!

Tim: He's about to win this fight without fighting you again Jason.

Jason: He will not! Fight me!

I've kinda mentioned this before but my first pitch for a DC Bats cartoon would be a series set during Jasons robins years when Bruce and Dick weren't on speaking terms but Dick would show up in every episode anyway because he just so happened to get a job at a place vital for that weeks investigation

it started because bruce said “maybe go to college” and dick heard “develop a new personality and flee the country”. next thing anyone knows he’s in romania qualifying for men’s artistic gymnastics under a fake name. the funniest part is he’s the adopted son of one of the most photographed billionaires on earth. “who is this mysterious gymnast? 😍” would last approximately six minutes before anyone chronically online goes “?? isn't that??? richard grayson???”. (it is quite literally the worst-kept open secret in history). (the fake name didn’t last very long).

and still, everyone pretends it’s normal. like, yeah. of course the acrobat heir to the wayne empire ran away to do elite gymnastics on a global stage. that tracks.

except the olympic committee is sweating through their suits because how do you deal with someone who is

a global celebrity and established philanthropist

actually qualified athletically

also somehow immune to media training

because dick will just casually give post-routine interviews like: “i train about 6 hours a day, plus core, flexibility, patrol… uh, patrolling my thoughts :) mental patrol. positive patrol. yeah.” the press laughs because they think he’s joking. bruce is at home gripping the armrest and tearing out his hair

they try to put him through media prep because they want gotham to have SOME good press but dick just does not get the memo. like he genuinely believes he’s nailing it while saying things like: “yeah no, i don’t really get nervous. i just pretend i’m vaulting over a burning car haha.”

fans are making thirst edits, sports analysts are crying, and every commentator opens their segment with “yes, that richard grayson.”

and every time he does a routine, there’s always like one move that’s not illegal so much as “the FIG code of points literally does not know how to categorize that.” the judges just quietly agree to let it slide because there is no rule that says “the gymnast may not perform a vigilante-adjacent aerial manoeuvre.” and through all of it dick is genuinely just trying his best and being stupidly sincere and uncompetitive like “i’m just grateful to be here :)” while absolutely assassinating the scoreboard.

clark interviews him once for the olympics broadcast (good ol’ “family friend” nepotism) and is sweating the entire time because this is his most globally televised story yet like do not mention batman. do not mention acrobat double life. do not mention chasing a dude off a train last tuesday.

and dick just smiles like sunshine and says “i don’t really believe in limits. b says pain is temporary and so is death if you have the right connections” and clark nearly chokes on-air.