#first robin

The girl is young, and Batman and Robin were made known to the scene pretty quickly as Batman scares off the dog with a taser.

Despite being the adult, he balks a little at how well Dick handles the toddler in front of him.

Later on, when the girl is seen by paramedics and the mother is finally calmed after being assured that the only physical damage present would be some scarring on her left leg, Bruce takes Dick out for ice cream for being so brave.

Then again, Dick was the one to threaten death upon his parents' murder at the ripe age of 9.

But the incident is filed away, deep in the archives of the BatComputer.

Dick is much older, and has seen much more, but he's still calm when one of his brothers is half-torn apart by a shark on an impulsive surfing trip with their hero friends.

Everyone is panicking because as much as they'd loathe to admit, seeing something that gory is so completely different than being in costume (because being in costume means they're at the very least prepared).

But Dick is calm, and his first aid more immaculate than ever.

When someone asks him about it, how he can stay so calm, he's suddenly 7 again.

He's 7 again and watching his Uncle-not-really-uncle getting mauled by one of the sick tigers. He's watching as his father rushes to help and calms the crowd down.

When he asks his father why he was not scared, he receives this.

"I was terrified for my friend, but panic makes your hands shake, makes you slow. He did not need my fear, he needed me."

Like, Dick just has an evil sounding laugh. And, well, admittedly he is also a bit psychopath-y for a kid. He is always laughing at weird shit. And crooks all nervous, tripping over themselves to get things done 'before the Bat appears' when the Bat is already there? Definitely too funny not to laugh!

So it's the dead of the night and everyone is trying to be quiet when this cruel sounding cackle comes out of no where and starts echoing off the walls, getting more and more spectral... It's the last thing everyone hears before Batman beats the shit out of them.

And thus the mythos of the Robin cackle is born.

Bruce doesn't really put a stop to it, one, because it does make one hell of an intimidation technique. And two, because, well, it's Dick's laugh. What's he supposed to do? Tell his kid not to be happy? It's not Dick's fault he sound like something out of The Shining .

So things are what they're are, time goes on. It's not until later that B realizes his mistake.

Thing is, people tend to copy other people's way of laughing. Especially those of family and friends.

Batman doesn't remember this silly little fact about human nature until he's at a meeting with the JL. Everyone is getting comfortable, and heroes are shuffling in calmly, and then Barry comes in at super speed, promptly slips on the recently polished floor, and sends his own ass flying. He crashes into Hal and they both slam into a window so hard they crack the reinforced glass.

And Bruce tries, he really tries. But what the hell, he's tired, and maybe a bit concussed. So he laughs. Full on belly laugh.

What comes out of him is the sound of the gates of hell opening. Like someone gave Dracula a dose of Joker's gas. Rough and elegant yet so maniacal and evil it genuinely has people's hairs standing up. It's sounds like the last thing you hear before someone loses their mind. It sounds like how Dick laughs.

It's so bad it startles Bruce himself into stopping. Everyone is looking at him like 'What the fuck was that?!'. Clark starts using x-ray vision to make sure it's actually his friend under the cowl and not a villain. In similar fashion Diana reaches for her lasso. Barry is wondering if he died and that sound is the gream reaper and Hal is passed out in the floor.

Dick: TIMM

Dick: TIMMMMM

Tim: WHAT?

Dick: did you hear about the Italian chef who died

Tim: No, why?

Dick: he pasta away

Tim:

Text Messages with Dick Grayson (Part 3)

Dick Grayson x gen! Reader

summary: Random texts between you and your boyfriend

warning: MDNI (18+), suggestive, fluff

warnings: mdni 18+, cunnilingus, dirty talk, praise kink!

(another one only because yall seem to love dick (grayson) so much. read this with the song “push it” by twenty88, thats what i was listening to when i wrote it!)

“wait..you’ve really never came before?” your bestfriend of ages questioned as if he couldn’t believe it. you shook your head bashfully—“i just chalk it up to it being medically impossible, at this point” with a shrug.

you were like quite sure it had to be medically impossible, all the men you’ve been with (2) and you hadn’t came yet? “hell no, it’s the guys. they don’t know what they’re doing” dick stated as if that was the only other possibility.

“you think?” your nose scrunched and the man almost sounded to convincing when he said “yeah! let me try” with a gesture towards your crotch.

pardon?

“try what?” you asked with wide eyes causing him to laugh “try making you come” as if that was a totally normal bonding exercise.

you knew dick’s reputation. knew that he was famous for his woman pleasing aspects and really, it wasn’t a question of if it’s in his skill set. from what you heard? it was well in his skill set but, he was your bestfriend.

that alone is what pushed you away from the ordeal. but who’re you kidding, dick’s attractive, and persuasive. you knew you would end up giving in eventually.

“c’mon it’s not like it’s weird! we practiced kissing together.” fair enough.

when dick offered his help, you were expecting him touching your g spot. not him shirtless between your thighs.

but you couldn’t really complain with his tongue teasing your clit like it was.

“oh fuck!” you breathed out at the feel of his wet sloppy tongue lapping at your nub. he didn’t look up once, just let you guide his head where you wanted it. the least he could do.

“please don’t stop, dick” a breathy plea that sent him spiraling. the groan that tore from his throat was ungodly before he started sucking on your sensitive skin. “fuck, right there please!” he pulled back at that and opened his mouth the talk—prior to him slipping two fingers in; “you seem so chatty and responsive all of a sudden” with that smug ass grin.

god, you hated him.

his fingers pumped in and out of you slowly. a stark contrast to his mouth which was working over time to get an orgasm out of you.

no words. no babbles. just a gasp.

“yeah? how’s that feel, pretty girl?” condescending? of course. rhetorical? never.

when you didn’t answer he just removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. if you weren’t already a mess, you were now.

“good! it feels good!” you practically shouted which drew a laugh from dick—“took you too long..bestie.” a douchey smirk plastered across his face because, of course he wouldn’t let you look away.

if you stopped looking at him, he stopped.

he continued licking, sucking, and fingering you until you were a puddle of mush.

“dick please, keep going” you were close to say the least and dick could feel it. feel the way you clenched around him in preparation for your impending orgasm.

the man kept his fingers working at the same pace as before while he placed wet kisses on your inner thighs—“you’re so beautiful..no man deserves to see you like this but me”. so much for staying best friends, am i right?

with those words and his mouth gently kissing you? you were done.

“ngh!” you whined as you met your first ever orgasm. dick, the cocky jackass—smiled at the sight.