#||..threads | dick grayson

He has Scamp pinned to the bed, Dick propping himself up on one forearm, a hand running through the blond’s curly hair. Tongue flicks out over his lips as, under the mask, blue eyes take note of every freckle, every scar, every curve of the thief’s body. “God, you’re GORGEOUS--” | @frvckles​ bc i can

HE’S LUCKY HE’S STILL ALIVE-- Harley had gotten her hands on him, nearly beating the boy to a pulp after her hyenas had attempted to tear him apart. Thankfully, Bruce had arrived to retrieve him, scaring off Harley and her demons. On the verge of passing out, Dick is curled up on the floor of the abandoned building; his vision blurry, mask partially torn, he’s shivering as Bruce approaches. “--DAD?” | @darknght​