Tag: dick grayson

Nightwing: I haven’t seen you for a month, B, and I’m standing here in a neck brace. You gonna ask how I’m doing or what happened or… ?

Batman: *not looking up from the Batcomputer* I assume you did something stupid.

a-wayne-at-heart:

The Robins as…

DANCE INSTRUCTORS

Dick

  • A lot of different styles, but mostly contempo or jazz
  • Daily outfits range from booty shorts to harem pants
  • Mind-blowing fluidity (and that he’s so easy to look at and utterly approachable is just the cherry on top)

Jason

  • Capoeira (or any style that’s close to a martial art)
  • Free sessions especially held for street kids (with Batburger meals on his tab if they choose to hang out afterwards)
  • Encourages students to embrace their individuality in self-expression

Tim

  • “I said a hip hop, hippie to the hippie, the hip, hip a hop, and you don’t stop, a rock it out”
  • Co-instructs with Cass, who’ll teach ballet from time to time
  • Makes sure to emphasize discipline as much as he does fun

Damian

  • Traditional dances from all over the world (like the Arabian Dabke) – recital-level costumes included
  • Yoga as warm-up (preferrably the one that involves goats)
  • “Water breaks are for the weak”

incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

On his first night at Wayne Manor…

Dear Diary,

Tomorrow will be different. It has to be. 

I will smile and it will be believable. My smile will say, “I’m fine. Thank you. Yes. Much better”. 

I will no longer be the boy who lost his parents. I will start fresh. Be someone new. It’s the only way I’ll make it through. 

– Dick

When your grandsons, in an effort to step out of their father’s shadow, get an apartment of their own…

Nightwing’s uniform: *splayed on the couch along with Dick’s hair products and smelly socks*

Red Hood’s weapons: *lying in wait for someone to accidentally trip on them*

Red Robin’s coffee: *spilled all over the dining table – which also doubles as Tim’s makeshift bed – and his laptop*

Robin’s pets: *walking in and out of the bathroom, soaking wet*

Alfred: *looking around with a deadpan-but-clearly disappointed look on his face*

Alfred: *clears his throat as he steps over a fallen garbage can on the floor*

Alfred: Who washes the dishes?

Jason: *defensively raising his hands in front of his face* Nobody washes the dishes! We eat the food directly off the coffee table and you know it!

Why it sometimes takes forever for Batman’s sons to finish their meals (much to Alfred’s chagrin)…

Robin: *staring at a utensil on the dining table* All of my instincts and my training are telling me to use this like a weapon.

– • – • – • – • –

This is me going out on a limb here and assuming that this family still takes the time to eat.

“Ric” Grayson: I browned out that evening.

Jason: Browned out? What’s “browned out”?

“Ric”: It’s when you drink so much that everything goes brown. It’s not as severe as a blackout because I remember bits and pieces. I call it browning out.

Jason: *face-palms*

Red Hood: We’re trying to piece together a night and we need your help.

“Ric” Grayson: I don’t remember that night.

Red Robin: We didn’t tell you which night yet.

“Ric”: *shrugs* I don’t remember most evenings.

Robin: *exasperated sigh*

Nightwing [on the Comm Link]: *on his motorcycle, tailing them* Did you two just push Tim out of the moving Batmobile and yell, “You’re out of the team”?!

Red Hood: Now, in hindsight, that does seem kind of rash.

Robin: *pulling into a Batburger drive-through* It was kind of a snap decision.