#dick grayson headcanon
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
hi if you headcanon dick grayson as neurodivergent and you’re neurotypical pls be mindful of what you put out there and try your best to stay informed and respectful. also if someone critiques it saying it’s harmful or not proper representations pls listen to what they say thanks
if I was dick grayson I would simply not lose my memories
like rip to ric but I’m different
- Timothy Drake (a.k.a Red Robin)
PFFFF YES
if I was dick grayson I would simply not lose my memories
like rip to ric but I’m different
the soul sucking dark abyss that is the ric run is officially over!! we’re back babey!!!!
also pls reblog with ur favorite dick headcanons to give me a shot of serotonin thank you >:)
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- dick leaning sloppily against an alleyway wall, wiping at his nose in a vain attempt to stifle the flow of blood. a man is on the concrete ground, a crumpled heap of limbs, breathing shallowly. dick glances down at the man, a look of disgust on his face. he crouches down, leaning close to the man. it takes everything in him to resist hitting him again. “go to hell.” he breathes, before jumping up to catch the fire escape ladder and nimbly scaling it to the roof of the building. god, he sometimes wishes he could do more than just apprehend scumbags like that man.
- tim in a blood splattered suit, his hair in his eyes, his jaw working as he swings the metal pipe again, hitting the masked attacker in the ribs as hard as he can. the attacker stumbles and collapses to the ground. tim drops the pipe, letting it clang to the floor. he breathes heavily, taking in the carnage around him. he limps to the attacker and lifts the mask off revealing a young woman, barely conscious. he then straightens, adjusts his suit and pushes back his hair, stepping over the weezing woman and heading towards the door.
- jason, on his back, staring up at the sliver of night sky he can see through the cracks in the warehouse roof. he’s bleeding from somewhere. from multiple somewheres. he wants to just stay on floor. he wants more than a few seconds to catch his breath, but he can already hear the armed men clamoring towards him. he pushes out a breath of air and forces himself up, staring into the face of many assault weapons. in ten minutes, when the men are all sprawled on the floor around him, he briefly hopes that he can just go home and get sleep now, but in the distance a police siren starts up. he sighs.
Ok! I love this question about Dick Grayson and the circus from @mynamespeppermint
‘What kinda skills (not counting acrobatics) could he have learned in the circus? And maybe even how they could have helped him fight crime?’
So in Circus there is a lot of basic skills that apply to everything in circus. There’s physical strength. (Especially in trapeze or arielist performers!) Balance and grace would also have really helped him.
In terms of specifics. Dick grayson is shown to use wing-dings and birdarangs quite a bit in crime fighting. In the circus he probably would have learned how to throw knives at a pretty young age, and that would’ve really helped him when he started fighting crime. He may even have corrected Bruce in terms of his throwing stance with the batarangs when he was starting out as Robin.
He also uses Escrima Sticks a LOT. They’re his main weapon afterall. My bet is their weighted pretty simmilarily to juggling clubs or batons since he certainly would’ve learned juggling so young that the action would be as natural as breathing. That would mean he would have a natural grace and elegance when fighting with the ecrisma sticks especially when grabbing them, fijiting with them and especially when shifting his grip on them. He would also probably flip them around a lot when fighting, which could make him slightly unpredictable.
Balance and whole body stregth is immperative for any of the acts that are in the air, like tightrope and flying trapeze. He would’ve already had the strength and saftey tools needed to use a grappling gun and the balance required to stick the landings as well as to run around on the Gotham rooftops.
He’s also a performer by nature, so he would probably be the best with the press and cops after a case and he probably would also get along pretty well with a lot of the rouges when he was younger and he would’ve DESPISED the Joker. For a lot of reasons.
He would also be really good at connecting with victim’s, cause the whole thing with circus is to have people connect with what you do or say.
There’s a lot more as well so I might make another post dedicated to stuff he learned at the circus that would’ve helped him as a hero.
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.
What sort of stuff do you guys wanna know about Dick grayson and the circus?
Cause Tbh I’m super excited for my performance coming up. It’ll be my first under the big top show in a while because of an injury that made my cronic pain way worse, so in the spirit of not overdoing myself two weeks before the dress rehearsal for the premiere of a new show I want to do more Dick Grayson Circus Headcannons, but I wanna know what sort of stuff y'all wanna know about.
i love the idea of the entire batfam being hypercompetent. just like. good at stuff.
because yea, they’ve all been trained extensively by a variety of teachers and mentors and various learning experiences. they all have their skills that they’ve honed to perfection for years. but there are just some things that they’re a natural at, things that make the unique, things that give them an edge just enough to rise to the top in a world full of gods and monsters.
yes, damian’s a trained assassin, and has been since birth. yes, damian works hard to keep his skills up. but the weapons training? it comes to him almost naturally. maybe it was something passed down from both bruce and talia, both deadly fighters in their own right. maybe it has something to do with the al ghul bloodline. either way, damian is absolutely deadly with a weapon in his hand. a blade can arc through the air faster than the human eye can see when it’s in his hand. he can work horrible wonders with an unbalanced sword, and turn combat into an art with a balanced one. tiny fingers wrap around the rough handle of a whip with surety, and he can slip batarangs into his palms and up his sleeves without them ever being seen.
tim’s got one of the most analytical minds of any vigilante alive. he’s not a supergenius or anything, and he leaves the higher-order computer skills and tech to barbara. but to him, the world is a puzzle after a puzzle, and tim never fails to solve them. figuring out dick and bruce’s identities. taking apart a grapple gun and fitting the parts together to make a beartrap. knowing exactly what to say and what to do to get bruce to break and bend and let him in. catching patterns in the chemical formulas of crane’s various toxins. reading through the lies that fell from his family’s lips like raindrops from the sky. everything and everyone tim knows are made of jagged pieces, but tim figured out early on how to put them together, step back, and take a look at the bigger picture.
people say cass doesn’t have any people skills, due to the years spent in isolation, spent alone. but the reality is, she has too many. reading people has always come easy, body language is an open book to her. but what many didn’t know was that there was a big difference between reading a book and analyzing it. it’s easy to see the insecurities of each of her brothers. it’s much harder to know exactly what to do or say to let them bring down their walls for just a moment, show their affection and prove their love in the smallest but most important of ways. it’s easy to see the poison of a smirk on a reporter’s lips, to catch the probing gleam of their eyes. it’s much harder to turn the reporter around, chasing their own tail until the story they were searching for in the first place was lost. it’s easy to pinpoint teammates and other heroes’ strengths and weaknesses, to see them play out in the field and plan for them the way every bat did. it’s much harder to make the others aware of their own strengths and weaknesses, and to convince them to put aside their ego and work on bettering themselves. but cass seemed to have a knack for it.
jason may like playing up the role of the blustering, bull-headed wild card of the family. mafia-don-from-movies meets muscled brawn. but he’s got a literary mind at the heart of it all. he’s real good at codes and decryptions, because he’s read about them before. he’s lightning fast a nygma’s riddles, because he’s poured through the books from which riddler gets his inspiration a hundred times over. life and art turn into one in his mind, and overlaying his family’s stubbornness and trust issues with novel style analyzations and character assessments that help him understand their interactions a little better. words float off the page and wind their way inside his head, and some may call him dramatic when he can’t force himself to speak so he uses quotes instead, but never say echolalia wasn’t useful.
each member of their worn out and sewn together family had their niche, their own particular area in which they excelled. but dick was brought up in a world where there was only two protecting gotham, two partners working together to keep an entire city from falling apart. jack of all trades, master of none, but better of master than one, dick always said, eyes twinkling with mischief. because sure, his acrobatic prowess was unchallenged. but he grew up on the road visiting city after city, country after country, and it gave him a head for languages. not even dick is sure how many languages and regional dialects he actually knows. his darling little smile was honed to perfection, and interrogations with him never lasted that long. you could drop him in the middle of nowhere and he’d always find his way to civilization, or you could toss him in the middle of a bustling but unfamiliar city, and he’d always make his way back.
Some of the batboys reactions to having a milf for a mom
Dick
- “Does your mom want a dog because I can bark?”
- completely baffled
- He has his fair share of simps but his mom having simps
- it’s kinda terrifying
- the face he makes his hilarious
- “We have several animals but thank you”
- it’s just immediate disgust
Jason
- “Is your mom and dad serious together or…”
- Has punched someone for looking a little too close at Y/N
- Sizes people up who try and flirt with Y/N
- Definitely got caught punching paparazzi
- “You couldn’t date my mom if you tried”
Tim
- “How would you feel with me as your step dad?”
- cringes so hard
- he ignores it sometimes
- Other times he just states at the person
- “Ew”
- not in an intimidating way but in an awkward way
Bruce
- “Do you guys need a third”
- he knows his wife is hot
- he’s very aware
- has flaunted on occasion
- “We have filled that position multiple times”
- has a magazine calling Y/N a milf framed in his office
Animal Instinct
Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader (Platonic), Dick Grayson x Reader (Established)
Family dinners at the Wayne Manor was not uncommon and since being engaged to Dick, your appearance at his childhood home had only increased, not that anyone was complaining, you were part of the family now.
You always looked forward to family dinner, enjoying the huge number of people that attended, the delicious food and the boisterous atmosphere.
This time you and your fiancé had gotten there early so you were already seated in the dining room when everyone began filing in one by one.
You kept a close eye on the door, in a way that reminded Dick of his eager puppy awaiting for him to come home. When the person you were waiting for stepped in, your face lit up and you snatched up Damian into your lap.
He struggled, trying to push you off him but he was hardly any match for your super strength. You giggled, nuzzling your face against the top of his head. The rest of the family didn’t even react, hiding smiles and chuckling at your dynamic.
“Why must you do this every time, (Y/N)?!” He whined, struggling to get out of your grip and you shrugged.
“I don’t know, I see tiny human, I must cuddle tiny human. It’s like animal instinct.” You explained simply, pecking his cheek quickly and Damian pretended to give up his struggle and slumped against you like you knew he would.
“Are you comparing yourself to an animal?” Came his judgmental tone and you turned to face him with wide eyes.
“Are you implying that animals are beneath humans and it’s therefore humiliating to compare myself to them?” You asked with faux innocence, knowing he’d never bad-mouth an animal.
Damian blushed and avoided your gaze, “No..”
You chuckled at him, “I just love you is all.”
“You should feel lucky, lord knows she doesn’t give me this much attention.” Dick piped up and you stuck your tongue out at him.
Tim shrugged, “It’s compulsory for the youngest of the family to get some (Y/N) lovin’. If you hate it so much, just hope that the next kid bruce adopts is younger than you.”
Bruce grunted at this and you hid a laugh in Damian’s hair.
The baby in your lap huffed as he completely surrendered to you, “The thought makes me sick.”
No one had to ask him if he didn’t like the idea of another sibling or of someone else getting your undivided attention. It was obvious in the way he burrowed his reddening face in your neck.
Forever Taglist:
DC Taglist:
@emmacata
@p–e–a–c–h–e–s
@lostgirlheart
@missdisapear
@isawachickeninatree
@battlenix
If the batboys played instruments
Dick - I’m getting acoustic guitar vibes, possibly the flute or something jaunty like that, i feel like he was just that kid that was incredibly tone deaf or something, honestly i feel like people would only trust him with the triangle or tambourine, if that.
Jason (I only made this post because this video just radiated Jason Todd for me)- Electric Guitar, drums???, I feel like he’d play the violin too, just because he gives off sophisticated vibes like that
Tim - The recorder. That’s about it. Oh, he could probably play piano really well too
Damian - Tuba or cello or piano. I feel like if the instrument is big enough to cause serious damage if dropped on someone’s head, Damian probably likes to play it.
Bruce - He couldn’t play the triangle if he tried
BatDad Headcanons Part 2?
So we all agree that Alfred is the only one in the family with a functioning brain right? So imagine the batkids do something completely over the top unnecessary and RECKLESS like swing off a chandelier (Master Dick get down from there or your neck will be the least of your concerns!), take the Batmobile for a joyride (Master Jason get out of that car or so help me I will turn it around myself!), jump off a LexCorp building holding a giant sign saying (Wayne tech - sponsored by RED ROBIN) for the #aesthetic (Master Tim return to the manor at once or I will serve your hard drives to Master Titus), successfully attempt a pirouette on the banister (Miss Cassandra until you return to the ground there will be no cookies!), or throw a sword at the brother who still hasn’t gotten down from the chandelier even as a full-grown man (Alfred isn’t even mad about this one - he’s just disappointed that Master Damian HAD to aim a scabbard at the only diamond chandelier in the entire manor) and Bruce is just… impressed and equal parts surprised.
How does an 8 year old backflip off a stairwell almost 4 feet across onto a chandelier and somehow manage to not break it? Or parallel park a weaponized car or piss off LexCorp WHILE promoting his company or stay on balance on a banister 12 feet off the ground or aim a sword with that accuracy? He knows he should be disappointed but he’s just so PROUD that his kids pulled off something he could probably never do. Do lectures in the family are always like “And Master Dick what have we learnt today” “…don’t do a super awesome stunt in front of Alfred?” And Alfred gives Bruce The Glare like “your children are fools” and Bruce is like trying to be responsible “What you did was incredibly reckless…that being said, how did you manage to do it? (Strictly for training purposes, of course) And Alfred is all “MASTER BRUCE” And Bruce clears his throat nervously “yes no more dangerous stunts in the household - while Alfred’s looking”
Everyone in the house (except Alfred) is forced to clean the manor when this happens. With the exception of Bruce who will clean the Batcave, Batmobile and read the new series of parenting books Alfred picks up. Bruce makes sure to save all the footage of their shenanigans over the years in a special folder in the Batcomputer (only for their training of course) which Oracle, Spoiler and The Signal have a field day watching.
TL;DR: Alfred tries to be the responsible parent to the batkids when they do something stupid - Bruce is too impressed to be upset.
BatDad Headcanon!
When Bruce adopted Dick, everyone who knew of him through business or some fancy event would probably tell Dick when they first meet him “how lucky you are!” and “Bruce has such a good heart!” but to a freshly orphaned 9 year old who still very much misses the circus it sounded like he was being told to be fortunate of the circumstances that took him away from his home. Bruce understands this but he doesn’t want to directly confront Dick so the next time some mayor says “you’re so lucky to be living with him” without missing a beat Bruce goes “oh ABSOLUTELY, “ and goes on and on about how lucky he is that he shares the same roof as the WORLD-CLASS CHILD ACROBAT FROM HALY’S CIRCUS and how just last week Dick did a perfect double backflip and how he’s NEVER seen something like it and the mayor just awkwardly sidles out of the conversation and Dick is too dumbfounded by the whole exchange to remind Bruce that “it was just a single backflip actually” and “you’re the BATMAN you’ve done so much cooler stuff!” but Bruce does this for the rest of the evening and Dick finally asks him if he really meant all that and putting a hand on his ward’s shoulder, Bruce tells him “every word.” And Dick’s tiny smile was an indicator that maybe, just maybe, Alfred was right and that he wasn’t all that bad at the whole foster parent thing.
