Duke:

Sexuality Headcanon: We haven’t really seen enough of Duke interacting in a romantic context for me to have strong feelings about this (though I love his relationship with Cass), but Bruce Wayne has never taken in a straight child in his life and he’s not about to start now. Gender Headcanon: Cis, I guess? My answers to this are so boring! I’m sorry! A ship I have with said character: Again, I don’t have super strong feelings here yet. I’d love to see Duke on more team books to build those relationships. I really liked his dynamic with Cass in BatO, though, and I could absolutely get behind them as a couple. A BROTP I have with said character: Cass! Also I don’t know if he’s teamed up with Steph yet but I DEMAND IT. A NOTP I have with said character: Eh. Bruce? I guess? A random headcanon: He is less overwhelmed and nonplussed by Batfamily nonsense than it appears, but when he plays it up they get even weirder and he finds that very entertaining. General Opinion over said character: I like him! I would love to see him more embedded in the Batfamily rather than siloed off in his own minis (though he should still have those) and the Outsiders, because I feel like that will help to ensure he sticks around and doesn’t get written out in the next reboot. (Do we know if he’s in Infinite Frontier yet?)

Matt:

That feels like cheating, but I’ll allow it.

Here’s another from my Superbat WIP:

this is literally the only words that exist for a werewolf!foggy story 

Foggy becomes avicious creature of the night.

“I ate a rabbit,Matty,” Foggy says. “A helpless bunny.”

“How do you know?”Matt asks.

“I woke up withfur in my teeth.”

8) What do you label yourself as?

UhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhVery bored. A little hungry. Pretty tired. Procrastinator.

18) Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

Aside from a plethora of book characters, probably the entire population of my high school.Also a bus. I’d like to punch a bus at the moment.

28) You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

I am so not a leader. First rule? Elect someone else.

38) What is the colour of your socks?

Not wearing any. I hate them.

48) Do you hold grudges?

YES–I mean what

58) What would be you dream car?

A bicycle

64) What do you think about babies?

Fun to play with.

“Grayson,” Damian said, grasping the back of the computer chair in the cave and peering around it. “Come spar with me.”

Dick grunted, staring at the computer screen. He hadn’t moved in hours, and his fatigue was showing in his eyes. They were growing red, and the dark circles beneath reminded Damian of Tim on a normal day.

“Grayson,” he started again, “Are you listening?”

“Not now,” he mumbled, clicking off of whatever he was reading to something else. Damian frowned, leaning a little closer to Dick’s shoulder.

“Come upstairs then,” he said, “Pennyworth recently went shopping. There is ice cream.”

“Busy,” Dick managed, and Damian rolled his eyes.

“Then perhaps get some air? Titus could use some exercise.” When Dick didn’t respond, Damian grasped the chair, jerking it back and spinning it around. Dick leaned to one side, eyes going wide, as he was suddenly facing Damian. But before the teen could get a word in, Dick was glaring.

“What the fuck, were you not listening?” He grasped the arms of the chair, leaning forward. “I’m working Damian. If you’re bored you’ll have to entertain yourself.”

Damian returned the glower. “-tt- You ass,” he hissed, “I was not bored.”

“Sure sound it. Now, this is important-”

“I just wanted you to smile.” Dick’s mouth quickly clamped shut, and Damian folded his arms, looking away. “You have not moved in hours and you have not showered nor slept. You look like hell. I have not seen you smile in days now.”

Dick stared at him, before he reached up, scrubbed his hand over his face. “I’m sorry little D,” he mumbled, “You’re right, I haven’t moved, or really taken care of myself. This case is just... ugly.”

His hand fell to his lap, and Damian looked back at him, pretty jade eyes softening. “You are becoming like father,” he chided, and Dick groaned, tossing his head back and squeezing his tired eyes shut.

“Oh god please no,” he muttered, and Damian cracked a smile then. Dick felt him grasped the arms of the chair himself, leaning over- and then his lips were against Dick’s cheek, kissing despite the stubble he hadn’t bothered to shave since he really hadn’t showered.

“You can still do something about it,” Damian offered, and Dick cracked his eyes open, glancing at him.