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@gothamitae bruce looking at discowi.ng: where is the kevlar? dick: i actually dont know a kevin : )
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@gothamitae said : 🌟 and that i can do however many i want so i went off
you want to know the easiest way to make damian smile ? point out a positive way that he’s like his dad. sure, it’s not an open-mouth grin. oftentimes, it manifests in a smug smirk, but sometimes, a small tug at the corners of his mouth after he turns away. smiles like this offer a peek into the sheer amount of pride damian has toward bruce. so, he tries to hide it with a swift turn away, but bruce definitely notices every so often.
when damian notices that bruce has a headache or isn’t feeling well, he’ll play his violin. not in the room of course, he wouldn’t be that blatant - perhaps, father wouldn’t want people knowing he wasn’t feeling well. instead, he’ll simply decide now is the best time to practice in his room with his door open or in nearest the study or living area.
it’s canon that damian can copy bruce’s voice perfectly. so, you better believe damian will just use his “ bruce voice ” to his advantage. he’ll use it to get into rooms locked by a voice passcode or to freak out his friends - specifically, jon and colin. but his favorite way to use this voice is to occasionally parrot bruce back at him after bruce says something he finds particularly notable or funny on the field.
when he first came to wayne manor, damian spent ( and still spends ) a lot of his time looking at the portraits on the walls. while bruce way lost in time, he would redraw portraits of bruce to try to get a better understand of him despite his absence, and with that, he obviously got some practice drawing thomas and martha as they were in a few portraits with him. after all this practice redrawing these portraits, he would try to draw bruce in different expressions without having the chance to see before he was lost. he saw it as a chance to see his father in a new light that he wouldn’t otherwise get to see. so, one day, long after bruce returns, dami would wordlessly leave a brand new portrait of martha and thomas that he had drawn with placid expressions that one couldn’t find in the already made portraits.
alfred routinely push bruce and dami to hang out and do more normal father-son bonding activities like fishing, golfing, and the like. it always ends disastrously.
send 🌟 for a headcanon about our muses’ relationship . accepting .
“ sorry i’m late. i didn’t want to come. ” / @gothamitae
“ yeah, no, believe it or not i actually kind of got that part. ” bruce wayne is never late. and while that may come as now surprise, it’s important to note that BRUCIE WAYNE the air headed, socialite mask is never late either. late to the function sure, but his internal clock is always on the dot. arrives precisely when he means to, mr. gandalf. that’s not to say there aren’t exceptions. for example an obviously facetious and grandiose way of getting under batman and nightwing’s skin: a lex luthor gala. and after the whole, ya know, pulling dick’s plug thing his patience for the balder version of mr. burns is kind of at an all time low. but if they wanted any kind of intel on their latest case from the sketchy faces in the crowd--- he’d suck it up. not to mention it was kind of in their wayne facade job description. a small price to pay for being able to surpass suspicion. “ but if i have to be here, you definitely have to be here. ” he moves, turning to pick up the faux-champagne he’d been sure to get ahead of time. a classic deterrent to being offered a drink, and holding onto further control of the situation. he holds bruce’s own out to him, tipping the glasses together. “ cheers, brucie. ”
@gothamitae I COULDNT GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD OKAY
there was blood under his fingernails. technically speaking, there was blood on his knuckles, his fingertips and the bottom hemming of his stupid rich people vest, but the red staining his nails was different. bruce was going to kick him out for this. what other choice did he have? not only would the press have a FIELD DAY with what bruce wayne’s little charity case did to some gotham sweetheart, but BATMAN would never trust him now. would never look to the wings for a robin he could rely on, would never assume dick’s judgment is sound. the way dick saw it, this was his first task. assimilate. fly under the radar, be the kid the magazines (the nice ones anyway) wanted him to be. AND HE’D FAILED. he would miss the manor. it was old, and it was intimidating and most of all it could be lonely at times, but it had bruce, and it had alfred. it had ace who would nuzzle against dick’s open palm on his bad days, and alfred who would compliment his form on whatever trial run they’d been working on. it had bruce, who didn’t say much, but always meant it. who dick was starting to . . . well, that didn’t matter now. what mattered now, is that he wasn’t going back to juvie. it was overcrowded, and gross, and dick BARELY survived the last time and he sure as hell couldn’t go back after the little media run he’d just been through. likely, bruce wouldn’t bring cps HERE. it’d be too much of a spectacle, right? bruce was a good person who just got caught with the wrong kid, but surely he was willing to give dick THAT? his first option isn’t a very good one. the secretary was doing a good job of pretending not to stare but dick knows if he tries to make a run for it now, he won’t get far before the cops catch him. and then, juvvie, so again: no go. his second idea is better. he’d have to run sometime between when they arrive back at the manor and dick is supposed to be packing his bags. he’s snuck out that window before, and with a few well placed flips and tricks he’s sure he can make a quiet landing. he’ll have to take the first bus out, because with batman’s technology there’s no doubt they’ll ------ “ richard grayson? ” dick instinctively looks up, and swipes away some of the water from his eyes. huh, he hadn’t even realized he was crying. “ your father is here. ” he bites down the urge to negate that statement, but suppresses it masterfully. if he was going to pull this off, he couldn’t give off any warning signs. he had to pretend like he’d go willingly. dick nodded once, fingers picking at his nails even more intensely, unable to bite back the utter terror at losing something that was so GOOD. but what choice did bruce have? good man as he was, dick was GUILTY. and while he may be all those things that horrible little boy said to him today, his parents weren’t. and for them, he could perform. ------and yet, even with that thought in mind it’s with utmost sincerity that when bruce wayne’s shiny footwear first enters his line of vision, dick breaks down with a simple, ultimately useless “ i’m sorry ” stuttered out between breaths. because he was. sorry, GENUINELY sorry that he’d brought about the end so soon. but if there’s anything dick grayson knows about this world, it’s that good things only take a second to fall.
❛ i'm proud of you, dick ❜ / @gothamitae
dick doesn’t stumble--- but it’s a near thing. they’re in the thick of it now. the climax, the precipice, the thin line between saving things and damning them all. this is the part where bruce gets tunnel vision. dick could dye his hair blonde, turn the nightwing suit inside out and speak exclusively in pig latin and bruce would still ask for a status report on the power lines. WHAT HE SHOULD HAVE SAID was ‘get to the jump point by my mark.’ HE WOULD HAVE ignored dick’s departure entirely, knowing him to be able to work in tandem seamlessly without having to look over his shoulder to assure it’s happening. this was off script. this meant more than pride. he’s not planning on making it out. it’s a quick realization, and one he tampers down in his mind almost immediately. bruce notices when he BLINKS behind the domino, he’s sure to catch that dick knows what he doesn’t want him to if he shows it now. he’ll have to plan--- get red to cover his spot on the field so he can trail bruce . . . maybe just finish his assignment faster, get to the drop point quicker so b doesn’t do anything dick doesn’t have time to stop. bruce thomas wayne is EASILY the most stubborn man in the multi verse, dick can’t stop him now--- not until it’s something tangible he can pull him back from--- take the bullet for, help him up from. ALL OF THAT and more, and yet dick still has the peace of mind to understand what bruce just said to him. ‘i’m proud of you, dick’. the things he would’ve done to hear that at any other time . . . he neatly packs that up into the ‘to analyze later’ box. instead, dick, easy as ever falls back into the place where nightwing stands. he gives a lopsided, self-assured grin, already mapping his plan to save b from himself later in the mission. “ well, i had a pretty good teacher. ” and before b can somehow negate THAT, dick leaves, jumping from his perch and heading towards his mark. if dick doesn’t get the security system under his control, they’ll all be dead. and if he spends TOO much time, bruce will have found a way to martyr. he’s got work to do. and just in case, he adds a steadfast “ see ya on the other side, b. ” just like a normal nightwing would.
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it’s a silent ride. that in itself isn’t enough to warrant any alarms. throw many flags, raise any eyebrows. bruce keeps detailed, LONG mission reports like they’re the sacred scripts of history itself, and thereby most of their travel time is spent prepping for the dismount. even further, b isn’t exactly known for his marvelous small talk. well, batman isn’t at least. the silence alone isn’t enough to warrant the discomfort. no, the difference here is that the air is STILTED. tense, in that kind of unwavering way where neither of them are quite willing to cut through it. or maybe neither of them have a big enough knife to even accomplish it. dick watches the buildings pass. it’s been some weeks since he’s been in gotham. the titans have come a long way since it was just he, wally, donna, roy, and garth desperate to create their own lights in the overwhelming shadow of their mentors. they’ve grown--- both in size (with the addition of several new members) and in mentality. no longer the same kids who could barely fit into their tights. they take longer, more dangerous missions. they work together as parts of a whole--- distinct in all the same ways. dick is a PROPER leader now. not just to his buddies, but to his teammates--- he’s calling the shots. he’s become USED to operating on his own instincts, trusting his gut above all else. and maybe that’s where the issue is. bruce TOLD him to move long distance and dick just had this FEELING. this little voice inside his head that said that would ineffectual. he needed to be close to end the fight, and that above all else: he had to trust himself. he’d been wrong. they hadn’t been so mismatched since they first day dick took to the rooftops as a skinny circus kid, and he’d be lying if he said they hadn’t been heading this way for a while. falling out of sync. bruce was mad because dick hadn’t listened. dick was tired of listening. he sighs, uncomfortable with the tone they’ve set and let’s his head fall back on the seat. there’s going to be some long lecture about following orders and not getting pointless injuries in the field tonight and dick would just really rather get that part OVER WITH. finish this case faster, so he can return to the titans. and yeah, maybe it’s a little petulant and probably reductive to the conversation they SHOULD be having, but dick finds himself uncontrollably TICKED OFF about the events about to occur. bruce disapproves of dick’s decisions, and while yes, this ONE TIME he’d been right---- it’s not like dick’s given many opportunities to be anything other than a sidekick in gotham. if anything, it feels like walking backwards. so his voice is laced with disapproval and indignation when he says to the window as much as to his mentor: “ i know what you’re gonna say. ”
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︻╦╤─・・・ There's something sharp on his tongue. Ready to snap at his once father, dripping with useless venom. But he swallows it. The words aren't lost on him. He thought Bruce’s belief waved in him a long time ago. And though he hates being thought of like a passion project and something to be fixed. It felt good to be thought of at all.
There’s already snark loaded, something along the lines of ‘you should have’. But Jason stays quiet. Just looks at Bruce with such confused but comforting eyes. ❝ Getting soft on me old man? ❞
❛ really, father, i find your lack of faith disturbing. ❜ his words slip past his lips with all the ease and bravado of one beyond his years - especially after escaping an explosion relatively unscathed. in spite of his bravado, he loses his footing for only a moment, allowing a small peek into the mountain of the effort utilized. still, he regains his balance, and the edges of his lips lift into a pompous grin. gloved hands move to rest on his utility belt: the image of a perfect hero. / @gothamitae .
