QUESTION OF THE DAY: Would you kill Dick Grayson for one million dollars?
Jason: I’ll do it for free if you want
Damian: I would kill anyone who would try to first before I kill Grayson myself
Tim: Our dad’s a fucking multi-millionaire businessman so why on earth would I—
Bruce: *intense stare* Would you?
Steph: Wait there are people who wants to kill Dick? The audacity of you all—
Cassandra: *calmly and slowly does sign language* N-to the fucking-O
Alfred: *has disappointment written all over his face* While a man like myself would not waste my energy with slapping you for that question alone, I can still do nothing to stop his family from hunting you down so I suggest you don’t—
Barbara: You do know who you are asking that question with, don’t you?
Duke: He’s not worth the one million bounty because Dick is practically priceless!
Extra scene cuz I love Wally :D
Wally: Yes, I would kill him but after getting the money, I’ll resurrect him using the Lazarus Pit or maybe by changing the timeline so that I could give him the one million dollars because he deserves it
Artemis: That doesn’t even makes sense like his father is Bruce-fucking-Wayne so he doesn’t need that money—
Wally: That’s what love is
Artemis: It’s also a suicide mission because he’s the son of the fucking Batman and not to mention he has a lot of siblings who are all capable of killing you if you so much touch a strand of his hair—
Wally: THAT’S WHAT LOVE IS! I’D GLADLY DIE FOR DICK
the city draws in a collective breath, dripping with the sweet, stark smell of rot and week-old blood. the sun slips down the sky, painting streaks of sweat on bitter tasting cement. glass crackles underfoot, barbed wire snaking over your feet. as the sun slides farther and farther down, dipping below the harbor, tendrils of oil creep up, painting the skyline with dark bruises. you could reach up towards those dark heavens, your fingertips brushing against smog and ash hanging in the air, your hand coming back coated in black. when the shadows have truly fallen over the entirety of the city, a dull ache comes back, running under the cracked streets, twisting underfoot and beneath curbs and empty warehouses, dull office buildings, chipped paint apartments. the ache spins through the city, tripping over bent lampposts and bodies, filling every pothole and splinter with red rimmed pain. the spine of gotham heaves under the weight, trying desperately to keep the rust and steel and concrete welded together. to keep the charcoal stained buildings upright, scraping at the sky. the great city releases its breath, coated in frothing molten grey and soft whispers of the weak.
hi it’s been a while so take a few batboy headcanons:
jason adopting a stray cat, realizing he has NO idea how to care for one, and has to begrudgingly ask damien for advice (ofc he only pretends to be annoyed, in reality he hangs on to every word) *bonus: jason using a baby voice to talk to the cat*
tim, who’s susceptible to literally every sickness bc his immune system is shit, running a high fever and weakly pushing bruce away, insistingto go on patrol tonight, and bruce just waits, counts to ten, then catches tim right as he collapses and carries him back to bed
dick working in oregon to help fight the fires (no I’m not explaining the logistics of that) and wearily pulling off his helmet at the end of the day, covered in ash and sweat, but smiling to himself, knowing he’s doing what he’s meant to be doing-helping whenever he can
damien with his hand pressed against his arm, blood soaking through nonetheless. he’s alone, outnumbered, and injured. he grits his teeth and just before he can spit the most vulgar word he’s learned, he hears a voice. “you probably don’t need backup, but we thought we could help.”he looks up to see dick hanging from the ceiling. a noise comes from his left and right and there’s tim and jason, flanking his sides. dick drops from the ceiling and throws damien a grin. the four boys turn their attention on the enemy, and all at once, unleash hell
I think it’s funny how whenever we picture teen superheroes, they’re always so hot and perfect when they’re not in disguise. like, come on. they’re teenagers sweating under a mask for hours and hours at a time. they’re gonna have acne. and if they wear any type of helmet, you bet ur ass they have hat-hair most of the time. they’re missing some teeth, some never get them fixed, some get crowns. most of the time their noses are slightly crooked from having it broken. they have chronic eye bags and tangled hair and probably don’t find much time to shave. they’re always sore, and they’re always tired. nothing pretty or glamorous about it. nothing to show for their sacrifices apart from week old bruises and vertigo when they stand up too fast.
Ok, replying to a question Asked by @shieldmaiden19 “Tell us about the family within the circus - all of Dick’s Tantes, Tia, Nonnos - and how he grew up learning from them.”
And@privateolives who asked ’‘How would his parents have helped train him in the early years? When did he start?’
The circus is a giant mix of cultures, and most people in circus absolutely love the kids who are born at or who live at the circus. Plus circus is a family, so Dick would have a bunch of aunts, uncles, tantes, oncles, tia’s, ect.
He’d have hung out in the tent since ge was a baby, possibly even done some training via being in the baby carrier while his parents trained.
When his parents couldn’t train with him he would’ve stayed with either a side act who they trusted or he would’ve stayed in the tent but been watched by a fellow circus performer who was on break.
He would probably have started learning tricks as young as a year old, and been on training equipment with the other circus performers.
He would’ve spent a lot of time running around the circus and probably knew everybody by name, especially the new guys cause they’re new and interesting.
He probably would spend time training and learning from everyone at the circus and he probably had special things to do when spending time with them and even specific bonding activities with all of them.
