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Me: Hahaha, no dont do that.

“It helps you know, to talk about it. I wasn’t the same after my Pa died either.”

Dick feels full, in moments like this. Not a satisfaction kind of full. But more of a clash of an ever growing force, that he can never name, like waves of a storm, bashing away the confines of a delicate glass jar. Fuller than his body, and existing in this constant edge of tipping over and shattering.

Dick places his mug down, right next to the coaster Clark’s provided him. It emphasizes his point, or at least he likes to think of it that way.

“Uncle Clark, do you ever stop being his kid?”

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My dickory babies are gonna be sooo awkward in the upcoming chapter hehe

Ppl dw do not confess au is still happening. Percy just took too long with his Hera sleep :/

How does the comic portray batman and night wing (dynamics btw them, personalities, traits etc) and how the fandom (or just you) actually see the pair?

Any major differences, things dc didn’t delve into any deeper even though there were gold mines there.

Love your writing and fics sooooo much! PERCEBETH RULESSSSS

Woof, everything in comic is a minefield tbh. That DC NEVER delves into, the curse of being a dc fan truly. There are some runs that are rly good, I personally have a fav towards the run Dick has as a mob enforcer with Tommy Tevis. And may at some point write a fic on that, who knows?

Comic potrayal of Nightwing and Bats is best described by Dick himself in the panel where he compares himself to the child of an alcoholic. The relationship itself is inherentely co-dependent, and even in the few runs that Bruce isn't present he huants the narrative. I personally belive its impossible ro nail down the kind of relationship the two have. Whether its abusive, or good or just some fucked io nonsence that works only for them or NOT for them. Either way, it's mindfuck i love disecting. It's hard to get into the aspect of what makes Nightwing, Nightwing without getting into the pysche of Bats.

I feel that ends up getting reflected in my writing as well, the inevitable inescapability of it. Every kid needs to carve their own indentity beyond the grasp of their parent. Few of us get lucky enough to get parents who don't hold onto us too tightly.

“So you don’t have enough guts to face everyone? Is that it?”

Anger slips in like a slow poisoned knife, and Dick does his best to not let it fall onto his voice. But his words are a soldier’s blade and they make themselves known.

“No.”

“Then?” Oliver prompts, low and close to patronizing.

You’re not the rule.

The tiles next to the mirror, crumble into debris when Alex strikes the hammer down.

You’re the exception, kid.

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