Nightwing: Better get some rest, Bruce…
Batman: I’m tired, Dick. The kind of tired you can’t sleep off.
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Dick: *decides to move on from being Robin and become Nightwing*
Bruce: Is there anything I can say?
Dick: You can give me your word that you’ll be just as hard on my successor as you were on me.
Bruce: You have my word.
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Red Hood, upon hearing this anecdote: Why, that little piece of sh–
Mornings at the Manor…
Alfred: *decorating pancakes with whipped butter and blueberries*
Dick: *eating cereal while doing a one-armed handstand*
Jason: *throwing bacon bits at Dick’s face*
Tim: *enters the kitchen*
Damian: What’s that smell? *sniffs the room*
Everyone else: *stops to sniff*
Damian: Smells like sweat and anger and shame.
Tim: *with dark rings under his eyes*
Tim: *pours coffee onto the wrong end of his mug*
Tim: *sighs* Yep.
Nightwing: *fidgeting with his suit, stretching the fabric in, um, certain places*
Red Hood: Just suck in your gut.
Nightwing: What gut?
Red Hood: The little pouch where you keep Alfred’s cookies.
Nightwing:
Red Hood:
Nightwing: *pouts and backflips away*
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Not cool, Li’l Wing. Not cool.
Batman: *turning on the Comm Link* Di –
Nightwing: *dropping down from the ceiling* Here I am, roguishly handsome and at your service. What do you need?
Batman: Dick, do you have any idea how worried I was?
Nightwing: Yeah, I do. I was gone for thirty-six hours. A year ago, you were gone for eight weeks.
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Yeah, Bruce.
When a highly dangerous supervillain’s in town and your overprotective adoptive father orders you to “stay out of it”…
Nightwing: *noiselessly drops down from the ceiling in the middle of a heavily guarded warehouse*
Batman: *bruised, bloodied, bound to a metal contraption and on the verge of losing consciousness* D-Dick, what are you –
Nightwing: *disables the handcuffs* If you wanted a binding agreement, we should have pinky-sweared.
Donna: Kory was sent here to kill Rachel.
Dick: You don’t have all the facts.
Donna: Which are?
Dick: I love her.
Batman: My job is not to make friends, it is to stop bad things from happening.
Me (an intellectual): then why didn’t you stop Disco Nightwing?
Dick: *stops, drops, and rolls*
Tim: Uhhh… You okay, Dick?
Dick: *chuckling* Just a bad burn, good buddy. Just a bad burn.
Dick: *winks at @lifeofobssessive-blog *
Jason [to Dick, about Bruce]: Don’t you see? He’s feeding you enough truth so it’s easier to swallow the lies!
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