âGuess who has a new podcast dedicated to them? They are convinced they solved it.â
ââSolved what, Dickhead?ââ
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âGuess who has a new podcast dedicated to them? They are convinced they solved it.â
ââSolved what, Dickhead?ââ

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" here. i'll take the first shift. you get some sleep, i'll wake you. "
âYou and I both know I donât sleep, Iâll be fine.â
@flying--grayson //liked for sad terry
   He hated quiet nights.Â
   There had been plenty of those in the trenches: the mangled ruins of Gotham as quiet and full of dead as a cemetery. Terry crouched in the skeleton of an apartment building, or sequestered in one of Wayneâs dwindling caches trying, in vain, to gather enough weapons for their next assault. Quiet nights meant something was coming on the horizon. The calm before the storm. He knew that there had been plenty of early nights back before Brother Eye. When Neo Gotham had been terrorized by clown-clad street gangs and criminals crafting their next heist. It felt like an eternity ago.Â
  Terry just wasnât used to staying still anymore. He wasnât used to not having something to keep himself occupied. The Batcave is as familiar and unfamiliar as everything else, and he glances at the computer in between pacing. Heâs not really allowed to go out there, anyway. Not in any official capacity. A.L.F.R.E.D. said he could mess something up in the timeline and cease to exist.Â
         âYou sure there ainât nothinâ I can do?â Terry asked, coming to a stand still. âSince when does Gotham get a quiet night where there ainât nothinâ happeninâ?â The irritation in his voice was just hiding the anxious energy thrumming under his skin. He felt like he was about to vibrate out of his clothes. Homesickness settled in his chest, a burning behind his eyelids, constriction in his throat. Terry rubbed the bridge of his nose. âMâgonna go stir crazy, Grayson.â
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pamper my muse! | @flying--grayson
Jason tilted his head back, pulling the skin taut around his jaw. With him still bedridden, and without being able to keep his hands from trembling from the pain, his beard had been driving him mad.
It itched, felt wrong, and Jason knew he was becoming a right tit, mood-wise. And finally, he had caved. Which resulted in Dick pulling out the shaving cream and razor. ââJust be fucking careful, okay,ââ he snapped, eyeing the sharp blade in Dickâs hand, warily.Â
" stop being so stubborn.â
" stop being so -" finish it in my ask.
ââCome on, being stubborn is a family trait.ââ

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Dolls {Freeze}
Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something?
Does Nora count? Freeze at most has collected diamonds, but mainly both to fuel his weaponry, as well as to fund his research into curing Nora and keeping her machine stable.Â
He guards his wife viciously and while heâs largely inattentive and emotionless towards many people that he doesnât consider important to Nora in the grand scheme of things.......his wife and her safety triggers a rage in him that scares even Bane and Grundy. Heâs Smaug to gold when it comes to Nora and when he lashes out.....people WILL die.Â
Nightwing looked him over. Had he taken a wrong turn in the swamp? No, he was where he had to be, the last location they had for GrundyâŠThis man either honestly believed he was the zombie or he was playing a dangerous game getting into his territory. And this being Gotham meant both had a high probabilityâŠ
âRegular sized?âŠThatâs a funny comment to give considering who I said I was looking for. Youâre saying you are Solomon Grundy?â he said, trying as much as he could to keep the disbelief off his voice. With all the things he had seen in his life, one would think this would barely register in his weird radar. There was one way to confirm at least part of it.
âIf thatâs trueâŠthen you know who I amâŠand why I usually come looking for you.â
Grundy had become an important ally to Nightwing. From his space in the swamp he could see pretty much anything that happened in it. Nightwing had been slowly building what he hoped was at the very least a positive alliance with him. It wasnât just coming for infiltration, the former Robin would often stay a bit, talk with Grundy, offer him a friendship. If this man was who he said he wasâŠhe should have at least some memory of that.
@flying--graysonâ
He knew nobody would believe him. Even he wouldnât have believed himself had he been on the opposite end of this interrogation.
Thankfully, he retained his memories. It may not seem like it in various mental states he had been before.....but when he could think clearly, he could remember everything.Â
 â No, Iâm saying that Grundy and I are one. I am not a Dr. Jekyll......I chose to remain in that form. Iâd....rather return to it as soon as I am able to.....I dislike being vulnerable like this.....âÂ
Meaning he hated not being able to help himself....to fight back. To protect himself.....much like he had failed to do.....all those years ago. When his life had ended.....and his nightmares had begun.Â
He had the faintest echo of a smirk.....of he knew very well who the young man was.Â
â Nightwing, or as I sometimes call you, âRicketyâ because I couldnât pronounce your name correctly. Your first name. You sometimes visited me to keep me company, and to ask if I saw anything. Looking back.....I think I was a good watch dog. Even though my eyesight is atrocious when Iâm my usual self....âÂ
Even with all this, he knew the likelihood of Nightwing realizing it was him was still abysmally small. So he decided to risk what little strength he had....in a little show and tell.Â
â Iâll......show you something else.....if my recollection doesnât suffice....âÂ
His eyes began to glow red, his skin momentarily turning grey. His dark hair was showing white streaks......for a few seconds, he looked like he was on the verge of transforming. But that was all he could do for now. He nearly collapsed, the attempt at a transformation making a dire situation even worse. He was coughing violently.....he felt truly awful now.Â
" we've been through enough together to be able to avoid the silent treatment. come on. out with it. let's face your dilemma together. "
lending an ear
âIf I was giving you the silent treatment, Iâd be at the bottom of the ocean right now.â His modus operandi of literally hiding from his problems only works when he has a head start; Garth fully believes Dick could track him down in the Mariana Trench if he wanted to.Â
âNot every problem is solved with teamwork.â