The stuff of nightmares.

@robin-wing-man

- Dick Grayson - (He/Him)- "We both wanted justice."

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"Prison? I thought you'd moved beyond this. I'm disappointed, honestly. You're still going by Batman's version of justice"

You know, people love to slap labels on me. Circus kid, Boy Wonder, Batman’s ex-sidekick, Nightwing—take your pick. I mean, technically, they’re all true, but none of them really sum it up. It’s like calling Bruce “just a guy with a car.” Sure, it’s accurate, but it doesn’t exactly cover the whole picture.

For starters, yeah, I grew up in a circus. The Flying Graysons. If you’ve never heard of us, I don’t know what to tell you—maybe get out more? We were kind of a big deal. Swinging through the air, defying gravity, making people gasp—it wasn’t just a job; it was life. Turns out, being raised in a traveling circus full of questionable characters prepares you really well for crime-fighting. Who knew? Acrobatics, showmanship, knowing when someone’s about to try and stab you? Basic skills, honestly.

And then there’s the whole “Robin” chapter. Or saga, really. Look, I’m not going to sugarcoat it—working with Batman was... an adjustment. One minute, I’m living on the road with my family, and the next, I’m fighting psychos in Gotham’s alleys with a guy who growls more than he talks. Bruce isn’t exactly what you’d call emotionally available, but the man knows how to get stuff done. Say what you want about his personality (or lack thereof), but he’s good at what he does. Did I enjoy getting lectured about justice while dodging bullets? Not exactly. Did I learn a lot? Definitely.

But here’s the thing about being a sidekick: eventually, you have to stop being one. I’m not saying it was easy breaking away from Bruce—because, wow, it wasn’t—but I needed to figure out who I was without him. Enter Nightwing. New name, new suit, same sarcastic attitude. I ended up in Blüdhaven, a city that makes Gotham look like it’s trying too hard. It’s grimy, it’s messy, and it’s mine.

So, who am I now? Depends on the day. Sometimes I’m Dick Grayson, the guy who drinks too much coffee and still doesn’t know how to fold fitted sheets. Sometimes I’m Nightwing, the guy who flips off rooftops and pretends he’s got it all together. Most of the time, I’m just trying to survive the chaos and not fall on my face. You know, the usual.

See you on the other side, or not.

-- Dick.J.G.

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Anonymous asked:

...He sighs, taking his eye-mask off, and looking at him wearily.

My ear makes a ringing sound when I bend down too much.

He croaks, tiredly.

-- @robin-wing-man

gotham-neuropsychologist answered:

Raphaël's head tilted slightly, his arms resting on his desk as he listened to the man. He let out a breath, before speaking,

" I feel I should inform you that I'm not a doctor,, I'm a neuropsychologist.. what you're asking isn't exactly in my field of expertise.."

He explained, but then paused, his expression becoming one of a man who was contemplating something for a moment, then spoke once more,

" Buuttt.. that sounds similar to something like,, ehhhh... tinnitus. Pulsatile tinnitus, more specifically. "

He then explained.

He nods...

What about...getting existential dread every five days, what about that?

He shrugs, musing...

Knew a pretty boy like you would have something up here.

He says, tapping the side of his own head.

gotham-neuropsychologist

Being called pretty boy seemed to catch Raphaël off guard, his eyes widening just slightly as the surprise of the name caused a nervous laugh to leave the man.

" Ah-- well,, existential dread.. that I would suggest therapy for.. not something with a quick fix, unfortunately, "

He said after a moment, letting out a breath as he collected himself once more.

...Ugh, boring. They don't have pills that just..tune the voices down? Nothing?

He said, tilting his head sleepily, a certain angle, his voice hoarse and raspy, rumbling in his chest...

And how long does that take? Do you do it? Do you...fix it?

He exhales, rubbing his eyes with his palms...

I wouldn't mind being fixed if it's a pretty boy who knows what his doing...

He says, mid yawn...

gotham-neuropsychologist

" No, no pills, unfortunately, "

He said with a hum. He then had to take a moment to think, before speaking once more

"Depends on the person, really, for how long it takes. "

He explained,

" And I,, could try to help you fix it, yes,, but I usually work with criminals at Arkham-- I don't typically offer just.. therapy to the general public-,, but, like I said, I could.. try, "

Then try. Because we need a fuck ton of that and it's been getting worse...every week- sorry, I might just be...very self aware.

He sighed, plopping into the couch in his cabin.

I'm gonna crash here. Don't tell Tim. You're a sweet.

gotham-neuropsychologist

" I'll try as hard as I can, I promise you, "

He said with a small, soft smile. He watched as the other plopped down onto the couch, Raphaël himself not moving from where he was sat.

" Alright,, I wont tell him, "

He gave a small nod of his head.

It had been a while since Dick had passed out, still sweaty, having stained the couch with a little bit of dirt from his suit, but he's been sound asleep for most of it...

But there it was...the occasional twitch. The tension between his between his brows had come back. His grip tightened around the cushion.

It was his nightmare again. The one he needed help with.

His chest heaved, gentle at first, and then...a little bit faster, the sheen of cold sweat back on his skin.

gotham-neuropsychologist

Raph had moved to the kitchen, making a cup of coffee for himself. Late as it was, Raph had papers to finish and reports to write for work in the morning, unfortunately. His gaze shifted from the mug he held in his hands to the man asleep on the couch, his head tilting as he watched him. A look of near worry spread across Raphaël's face as he noted Dicks nightmare..

He placed his mug down, walking over to the man and sitting on his knees beside the couch. He moved to place a gentle hand on Dicks shoulder, an attempt at soothing the other, or waking him, though that was a less than idea outcome being waking someone from a nightmare was never the greatest idea, through the nightmare..

At the first contact, his eyelids jolt open, breathing heavy, in cold sweat.

He hoarsely husks, blinking, sitting up and running a hand through his hair...

Dami...

He exhales, looking at...the boy from earlier...he never even...caught his name...

I'm sorry...did I wake you...?

gotham-neuropsychologist

" No- no no, you didn't wake me, don't worry, "

He reassured, taking his hand off the man's shoulder and letting it rest at his side,

" I've been working on paperwork,, haven't slept, so you couldn't have woken me, "

He said with a slight laugh, before that look of worry retured to his face. He let out a small breath,

" Are you alright? It seemed like you were having a nightmare,, "

His face flushed in sweat, albeit embarrassed too. His dirty face turned away, exhaling...

It's...nothing, I- It happens, a lot. I was here for help with that in the first place. I...I don't...know how to control it. And...it doesn't really stop...

He exhales, his body suddenly bashful to the situation.

gotham-neuropsychologist

Raph let out a small 'ah' noise, taking a moment to give the man a small nod,

" That,, certainly is an issue,, but one we should tackle in the morning. I'm not sure how much good advice I can give running purely on coffee, "

He said with a soft laugh,

" For now, if you can,, try to get back to bed and get some more rest, alright? And if there's anything I can do to help get you back to being able sleep if the nightmare spooked you too bad, even if it's small, just tell me. I'll do what I can to help, "

He offered, placing a gentle hand on the man's arm in an attempt at comfort..

His touch is grounding. The sensation momentarily brings him back from whatever the deal was, albeit sending him shivering.

Thanks.

He croaks, wanting to seem easy on it, and yet it comes out like a cry for help. He couldn't help but feel stupid.

It isn't like this usually...I don't...really feel sleepy after...

gotham-neuropsychologist

" Of course,, "

He said softly, rubbing the man's arm, still attempting to bring the man any ammount of comfort he could provide. He then gave a small nod,

" If you aren't sleepy, you can,, stay up with me while I get my paperwork done, if you'd like. I wouldn't mind the company, honestly- "

He said with a small smile,

Of course, enjoying Dick's company came...as a surprise to himself in the moment, alongside the gentleness from his touch, he briefly looked away, exhaling.

I-

He started but his voice broke gently.

You could...you wouldn't mind?

gotham-neuropsychologist

" Of course I wouldn't mind,, you're good company, I enjoy having you here, "

He spoke warmly, his head tilting as he continued to rub the man's arm, sitting more up on his knees than he was before when he was simply sat on the ground.

He blinked, sitting up slightly, wiping away remnants of sweat from his face, exhaling audibly, only...looking at him.

The night lamp only was on in the room, the light faded by distance, dim instance, the shadows casting against the contour of Raph's face.

His head turned down automatically, engraved in his etiquette that it was rude to stare, but the sight of him was almost...pretty...

I...I was never really a science child much...

He begins, off-topic, anything to take the silence away...

...I never...understood...what is it that you...do?

gotham-neuropsychologist

Raphaël seemed to light up slightly as he was asked about what he did. He was so used to people just assuming he was a doctor or just a standard therapist, he always got so excited when someone actually wanted to learn..

" I'm basically a phycologist specialized for figuring out brain function- specificly for criminals in my case- "

He explained, his hand dropping down from the man's arm to rest more closely to his wrist and hand as he spoke,

" I evaluate people the GCPD bring in, and people in Arkham,, figure out if it's something mental that pushed them to commit a crime, and figure out if they can be deemed criminally insane,, "

He then gave a small shrug,

" I also provide counciling for thoes in Arkham, and just.. criminals in general, wheovers brought in by the GCPD, "

Dick listened intently, resting his chin in his palm as he watched Raphaël talk. The way his face lit up, the slight excitement in his voice—it was kind of endearing. Okay, maybe more than kind of.

"That’s… actually really impressive," Dick admitted, his lips curving into a lopsided smile. "I mean, figuring out what makes Gotham’s worst tick? Sounds like a hell of a job."

His gaze flickered down briefly, catching how Raph’s hand had inched closer to his own. It was subtle, probably unconscious, but Dick felt his pulse pick up just a little. He could handle death traps, rooftop chases, and armed lunatics, but this? This was different.

“So," he continued, teasing just slightly, "does that mean you could psychoanalyze me right now? Tell me all my deep, dark secrets?" He arched a brow, smirk in place, but there was a warmth in his eyes—genuine curiosity laced with something softer.

gotham-neuropsychologist

When Dick called his worm impressive, a smile crossed Raph's face. Half the time at the GCPD, his advice and work was ignored, so hearing someone say his work was impressive,, it made him really happy.

" Ah- thank you,, yeah, no, definitely one hell of a job. Kinda a scary one, if I'm honest,, "

He said, then gave a small shrug. As scary as it was to him, having to talk to criminals all day, he wouldn't trade his job for the world. He then let out a small laugh, giving a slight nod,

" I mean, yeah, I could.. but definitely not right now. Way too tired to psychoanalyze anyone right now,, "

He admitted, leaning slightly against the couch as he sat there on the floor, his hand still gently wrapped around Dick's wrist

Dick chuckled, tilting his head slightly as he watched Raph speak. There was something endearing about the way he shrugged off his own nerves—like he was trying not to make a big deal out of something that very much was a big deal.

"Hey, scary jobs are kinda our thing," Nightwing said, offering a small smirk. His voice was warm, teasing, but there was something softer underneath it. "And for what it’s worth? I think you do one hell of a job too."

His gaze flickered down to where Raph’s hand was still wrapped around his wrist. He didn’t pull away—didn’t even think about pulling away. Instead, his fingers shifted slightly, brushing just barely against Raph’s.

"Though, uh, if you’re too tired to psychoanalyze, does that mean I get a free pass tonight?" he asked, grinning. "Or am I still gonna wake up to a full psychological profile?"

gotham-neuropsychologist

" Indeed they are,, "

He said with a small sigh that seemed to morph into a slight laugh. He then gave the man a smile,

" I.. appreciate that.. just wish my coworkers thought the same thing, "

He said lightheartedly, not actually trying to jab at his coworkers too much in that moment.

As Dicks fingers brushed against Raphs hand, Raph gently rested his hand against the other man's, before shaking his head at the next question he was asked.

" No, no, you won't wake up to that.. you get a free pass tonight, yes, "

Dick let out a breathy chuckle, but it didn’t quite mask the way his pulse jumped the second Raph’s hand settled against his. His brain short-circuited for half a second—just a half—before he forced himself to play it cool.

“Oh, so I’m special then?” he teased, but the usual effortless charm in his voice wavered just slightly, betrayed by the warmth creeping up the back of his neck.

He flicked his gaze down to their hands, hesitating just a second before lightly brushing his thumb over Raph’s. It was casual—barely a touch—but his heart was suddenly doing backflips like he was some rookie vigilante on his first rooftop jump.

“Well, I’ll take my free pass, but,” he tilted his head, smirk softening into something a little more genuine, “I kinda wouldn’t mind if you did psychoanalyze me sometime. Just, y’know… not when I’m half-conscious.”

gotham-neuropsychologist

" Hmm.. guess you could say you're special, yeah. I mean,, not every day I let someone say over and sleep on my couch,, "

He said with a small laugh, his gaze flickering down to look at their hands as he felt Dick brush his thumb over it. He sat there for a second, just.. staring. But didn't move his hand away. Weather it be because of his sleepy state, or something else entirely, he didn't mind the feeling of the others thumb rubbing across his own.

He then looked back up at Dick after a moment, giving a small nod. He gave a small smile to the other,

" Maybe I will when we're both not exhausted, then "

Dick's smirk faltered—just for a second—before settling into something softer, something dangerously close to fond.

Dick let out a quiet laugh, but there was an unmistakable warmth in his eyes. Special, huh? He wasn’t about to let that go to his head… but he also wasn’t not thinking about it.

His thumb stilled for just a second as he caught the way Raph was staring at their hands, the way he wasn’t pulling away. Okay. Okay, that was definitely something. And maybe it was the exhaustion, maybe it was the quiet between them, or maybe—just maybe—it was the way his heart hadn’t quite settled since this whole conversation started.

"Good," he murmured, holding Raph’s gaze with a lopsided smile. "I’d like that."

A beat of silence. His smirk twitched, a hint of mischief creeping in.

"Just… go easy on me, Doc. I’ve got some dignity to maintain."

gotham-neuropsychologist

" I'll go as easy on you as I can,, but I make no promises I won't analyze you too much, "

He said with a soft laugh. He then glanced towards the kitchen, contemplating something for a few moments, before looking back at Dick,

" If you're going to stay up with me, would you like some coffee? I was just making some.. I'll probably have to heat up the pot again, but if you want some, I can heat it up and get you a mug- "

He offered, gesturing with his head towards the kitchen.

Dick was down bad—painfully so—but that? That just about did him in.

The casual way Raph offered, the way he was just so effortlessly thoughtful—it made something warm and stupidly affectionate curl up in Dick’s chest. And the fact that he was still holding his hand, still letting their fingers brush like it was the most natural thing in the world? Yeah, he was done for.

Dick was already down bad, but that—the way Raph casually offered him coffee like it was the most natural thing in the world, like it wasn’t sending his heart into a nosedive—just about did him in.

He blinked, momentarily speechless, which was not a thing that happened to him. His brain was too busy short-circuiting over the fact that Raph was talking about warming up coffee for him. That was practically domestic.

His brain told him to play it cool, to flash one of his usual charming grins and crack a joke. But instead, what came out was much softer, much worse for his dignity.

“You’re way too good to me,” he murmured, his thumb ghosting over Raph’s knuckles like he needed the contact. He didn’t even try to hide the way he was looking at him—open, maybe a little lovesick, definitely needy.

But instead, he watched him, gaze soft, as if memorizing every little movement.

“You don’t have to, though,” he added, a little too earnest, a little too fond. “I mean—I don’t wanna make you go out of your way for me.”

He did, though. He really did. Because God help him, if Raph handed him a coffee mug with that same small smile, Dick was going to die right here on this couch- No- No! What was he thinking-

gotham-neuropsychologist

" No, no, it's fine. It's the least I can do if you're going to stay up with me, "

He said, before taking the mans hand gently into his, standing up from where he sat on the floor. He started gently leading the man to the kitchen, letting go of Dicks hand to open a cabinet and pull a mug down. He then turned to him, handing the mug,

" Hold that, please,, I have to reheat the coffee, "

He spoke softly, before giving a smile and making his way to the pot of coffee he had made, pouring it into a small pot on the stove to get it warm again, as he couldn't reheat it with his coffee machine.

miss-girlbossing

He nods, slightly reluctantly letting go but...starting to follow him around like a lost little boy, enjoying it subconsciously, waiting, his arm pausing when he was about to catch a hold his, again.

"I don't...Am I...is this not weird to you? Me barging in...that time?"

He asked holding back the grin of a douced puppy.

"I don't....understand how you're....okay with it..."

gotham-neuropsychologist

" Not too weird,, plus, I work in Arkham. Ive dealt with weirder, "

He half-joked, looking down at the pot of coffee on the stove, a small hum leaving him. As soon as the coffee was warm enough, he picked up pot by the handle in one hand, moving a hand to gently guide the others hand -- the one holding the cup -- towards the pot,

" Hold your hand still, "

He said, before slowly pouring the coffee into the mug Dick held. He let go of the mans hand, grabbing his own mug and pouring himself coffee, before putting the pot down, turning to look at the other with a smile on his face,

" Anyhow.. yeah, this isn't too weird, and certainly not the weirdest thing ive seen. "

He chuckles, now silently watching him.

'The boy is simply...here and it is all overwhelming still.'

"Thank you, Raph. I don'tthink people have ever considered 'normal' to describe me. At least...at least I don'tneed to worry about getting worse."

He says, almost hesitant to consider himself.

Anonymous asked:

Sometimes I forget I exist, so we can just have bad memory together.

-Jay

what do you mean, dear?

Anonymous asked:

Sorry, what were we just talking about? I honestly don't remember. I don't remember lots of things. Last thing I remember I was talking about you being my favorite brother-

-Jay

Oh, dear. You talk as though I have not the memory of a goldfish. Obviously I don't remember either-

Anonymous asked:

Sometimes I feel like I stole Robin from you.

-Jay

he suits you much better, dearest. I think I failed...being one sometimes. After all...I did lose batman's form of justice. Died quite literally.

Anonymous asked:

You're my Robin.

-Jay

I am. I do know.

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Thank you. The nicest one I've read in a while-

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New REBLOG Game

Just fucking lie about the previous poster

they are actually a mutated conscious orange that has a mind of it’s own!

@aurora-starlight-silly @neverniko101 @alwaysmiko open tag ig!

aurora-starlight-silly

I am not friend with this person who totally isn’t an awesome and super cool friend since we’re not friend at all anyways >:D (/lie ofc)

@fyreflakes @venus-salam-the-puppet @catt6565 @eluxurex @justexistingsomewhere @lady-inkmare @bigassfuckingmushroom @neverniko101 I’m so sorry for tagging u sinceyou got tagged twice but I wanna know what’d you lie abt for me

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This person doesn’t have a oc that I will never write for

@lizzyfizzyyyyay123

@youtry2replaceurself

@sillyguyz4ever

@lovablespiritzz

youtry2replaceurself

prev is actually infamous for stealing cheddar cheese. But only that kind, no other kind of cheese

Prev is human.

@cosmo-lives-here @thatisaloaf @donthandmemyshovelimstayingout @eternal-eepiness

cosmo-lives-here

prev does not like rats

hyperfixating-is-my-thing

Prev hates outer space

@everydayknifeday @asagewitch05 @damsnackbar03

Previous is a Virgo

@thegremlininyourcloset @grayson-on-the-chandelier @dogskahara @cookiesnotd3ad

(( previous doesnt like CHEESE and likes spicey stuff on pizza

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Anonymous asked:

I haven't wished you happy birthday yet :(

Happy birthday!

( @babsggordon )

robin-wing-man answered:

Smiles, looks up from making cookie dough.

Why, thank you, Babs. Did Dami wake up...?

He asks, only to confirm.

Yeah, not too long ago...

She walks to him, to watch what he's doing

Can I have some?

Just the dough...?

His brows furrow, the smile still present, as he wipes the sweat from his forehead with his wrist...

Yeah, salmonella fears me.

She nods, fighting hard to not be distracted by him

What kind? the typhi..?

He chuckles, cutting up a little piece of dough, a putting it in a plate for her...

Mhm, I had it once, for eating fried chicken, that didn't stopped me from eating fried chicken I just changed from restaurant

Shes a bit impatient rocking upwards with the tips of her toes

Hands it to her...

Can be a crazy thing you know. Like this little microbe with murderous intent, it is...wild to know.

Chuckles.

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tiktok makes people censor the word ‘dick’ in ‘dick grayson.’ so you would think people would just say ‘richard grayson.’

but no

they’re calling him DINK😭

Haha @grayson-on-the-chandelier @bludhavens-finest @bludhavens-best @bludhavens-finest @robin-wing-man Hi Dinks

I swear to god-

How are you Dink? :)

Sigh.

Is this is a fancy way of saying 'Dick is a twink'-

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New REBLOG Game

Just fucking lie about the previous poster

they are actually a mutated conscious orange that has a mind of it’s own!

@aurora-starlight-silly @neverniko101 @alwaysmiko open tag ig!

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I am not friend with this person who totally isn’t an awesome and super cool friend since we’re not friend at all anyways >:D (/lie ofc)

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@lizzyfizzyyyyay123

@youtry2replaceurself

@sillyguyz4ever

@lovablespiritzz

youtry2replaceurself

prev is actually infamous for stealing cheddar cheese. But only that kind, no other kind of cheese

Prev is human.

@cosmo-lives-here @thatisaloaf @donthandmemyshovelimstayingout @eternal-eepiness

cosmo-lives-here

prev does not like rats

hyperfixating-is-my-thing

Prev hates outer space

@everydayknifeday @asagewitch05 @damsnackbar03

Previous is a Virgo

@thegremlininyourcloset @grayson-on-the-chandelier @dogskahara @cookiesnotd3ad

(( previous doesnt like CHEESE and likes spicey stuff on pizza

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previous name’s actually and for real cookie

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Previous tried to stick his finger in a plug yesterday to test it out

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the-born-again-son

previous has actually slept within the last 24 hours

@imbatman-imtired @robin-wing-man @bludhavens-finest

Previous is a busy lil shit.

@babsggordon @theredhoodofgotham

Prev is really good at hiding when he has a crush on someone

@wally-westside @jasonwayne-todd @jacynkaplanbrake

OUCH YOU AND YOUR SARCASM I AM WOUNDED-

Bohoo haha

@gotham-neuropsychologist RAPH ARE YOU SEEING THIS-

WHY WOULD YOU BRING YOUR THERAPIST INTO THIS /gen panic

DO NOT TRY TO EXPOSE ME-

YOURE THE ONE WHO BROUGHT HIS THERAPIST INTO THIS!

I WILL ASK HIM TO DRIVE YOU AWAY LALALALLALA CAN'T HEAR YOU-

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Anonymous asked:

I haven't wished you happy birthday yet :(

Happy birthday!

( @babsggordon )

robin-wing-man answered:

Smiles, looks up from making cookie dough.

Why, thank you, Babs. Did Dami wake up...?

He asks, only to confirm.

Yeah, not too long ago...

She walks to him, to watch what he's doing

Can I have some?

Just the dough...?

His brows furrow, the smile still present, as he wipes the sweat from his forehead with his wrist...

Yeah, salmonella fears me.

She nods, fighting hard to not be distracted by him

What kind? the typhi..?

He chuckles, cutting up a little piece of dough, a putting it in a plate for her...

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were-ralph

New REBLOG Game

Just fucking lie about the previous poster

they are actually a mutated conscious orange that has a mind of it’s own!

@aurora-starlight-silly @neverniko101 @alwaysmiko open tag ig!

aurora-starlight-silly

I am not friend with this person who totally isn’t an awesome and super cool friend since we’re not friend at all anyways >:D (/lie ofc)

@fyreflakes @venus-salam-the-puppet @catt6565 @eluxurex @justexistingsomewhere @lady-inkmare @bigassfuckingmushroom @neverniko101 I’m so sorry for tagging u sinceyou got tagged twice but I wanna know what’d you lie abt for me

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This person doesn’t have a oc that I will never write for

@lizzyfizzyyyyay123

@youtry2replaceurself

@sillyguyz4ever

@lovablespiritzz

youtry2replaceurself

prev is actually infamous for stealing cheddar cheese. But only that kind, no other kind of cheese

Prev is human.

@cosmo-lives-here @thatisaloaf @donthandmemyshovelimstayingout @eternal-eepiness

cosmo-lives-here

prev does not like rats

hyperfixating-is-my-thing

Prev hates outer space

@everydayknifeday @asagewitch05 @damsnackbar03

Previous is a Virgo

@thegremlininyourcloset @grayson-on-the-chandelier @dogskahara @cookiesnotd3ad

(( previous doesnt like CHEESE and likes spicey stuff on pizza

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previous name’s actually and for real cookie

@brucewayne-offic @fashionable-super @gothamsdarlingg @dickgraysonfr @dead-ma-outlaw @arrowsnsarcasm @bartallentheimpluse @theblessed-bloodson @superboy-number-1 @superboy-with-the-good-hair

Previous don’t want to play roblox with me😔💔

@ccassandra-cain @babsggordon @damian-al-ghul-wayne @danny-nightingale @stephonthedash @not-timothy

Previous tried to stick his finger in a plug yesterday to test it out

@babsggordon @jokerwithcrowbar @the-born-again-son @robin-wing-man

the-born-again-son

previous has actually slept within the last 24 hours

@imbatman-imtired @robin-wing-man @bludhavens-finest

Previous is a busy lil shit.

@babsggordon @theredhoodofgotham

Prev is really good at hiding when he has a crush on someone

@wally-westside @jasonwayne-todd @jacynkaplanbrake

OUCH YOU AND YOUR SARCASM I AM WOUNDED-

Bohoo haha

@gotham-neuropsychologist RAPH ARE YOU SEEING THIS-

WHY WOULD YOU BRING YOUR THERAPIST INTO THIS /gen panic

DO NOT TRY TO EXPOSE ME-

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damianwaynerocks

tiktok makes people censor the word ‘dick’ in ‘dick grayson.’ so you would think people would just say ‘richard grayson.’

but no

they’re calling him DINK😭

Haha @grayson-on-the-chandelier @bludhavens-finest @bludhavens-best @bludhavens-finest @robin-wing-man Hi Dinks

I swear to god-

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gotham-neuropsychologist

Anonymous asked:

...He sighs, taking his eye-mask off, and looking at him wearily.

My ear makes a ringing sound when I bend down too much.

He croaks, tiredly.

-- @robin-wing-man

gotham-neuropsychologist answered:

Raphaël's head tilted slightly, his arms resting on his desk as he listened to the man. He let out a breath, before speaking,

" I feel I should inform you that I'm not a doctor,, I'm a neuropsychologist.. what you're asking isn't exactly in my field of expertise.."

He explained, but then paused, his expression becoming one of a man who was contemplating something for a moment, then spoke once more,

" Buuttt.. that sounds similar to something like,, ehhhh... tinnitus. Pulsatile tinnitus, more specifically. "

He then explained.

He nods...

What about...getting existential dread every five days, what about that?

He shrugs, musing...

Knew a pretty boy like you would have something up here.

He says, tapping the side of his own head.

gotham-neuropsychologist

Being called pretty boy seemed to catch Raphaël off guard, his eyes widening just slightly as the surprise of the name caused a nervous laugh to leave the man.

" Ah-- well,, existential dread.. that I would suggest therapy for.. not something with a quick fix, unfortunately, "

He said after a moment, letting out a breath as he collected himself once more.

...Ugh, boring. They don't have pills that just..tune the voices down? Nothing?

He said, tilting his head sleepily, a certain angle, his voice hoarse and raspy, rumbling in his chest...

And how long does that take? Do you do it? Do you...fix it?

He exhales, rubbing his eyes with his palms...

I wouldn't mind being fixed if it's a pretty boy who knows what his doing...

He says, mid yawn...

gotham-neuropsychologist

" No, no pills, unfortunately, "

He said with a hum. He then had to take a moment to think, before speaking once more

"Depends on the person, really, for how long it takes. "

He explained,

" And I,, could try to help you fix it, yes,, but I usually work with criminals at Arkham-- I don't typically offer just.. therapy to the general public-,, but, like I said, I could.. try, "

Then try. Because we need a fuck ton of that and it's been getting worse...every week- sorry, I might just be...very self aware.

He sighed, plopping into the couch in his cabin.

I'm gonna crash here. Don't tell Tim. You're a sweet.

gotham-neuropsychologist

" I'll try as hard as I can, I promise you, "

He said with a small, soft smile. He watched as the other plopped down onto the couch, Raphaël himself not moving from where he was sat.

" Alright,, I wont tell him, "

He gave a small nod of his head.

It had been a while since Dick had passed out, still sweaty, having stained the couch with a little bit of dirt from his suit, but he's been sound asleep for most of it...

But there it was...the occasional twitch. The tension between his between his brows had come back. His grip tightened around the cushion.

It was his nightmare again. The one he needed help with.

His chest heaved, gentle at first, and then...a little bit faster, the sheen of cold sweat back on his skin.

gotham-neuropsychologist

Raph had moved to the kitchen, making a cup of coffee for himself. Late as it was, Raph had papers to finish and reports to write for work in the morning, unfortunately. His gaze shifted from the mug he held in his hands to the man asleep on the couch, his head tilting as he watched him. A look of near worry spread across Raphaël's face as he noted Dicks nightmare..

He placed his mug down, walking over to the man and sitting on his knees beside the couch. He moved to place a gentle hand on Dicks shoulder, an attempt at soothing the other, or waking him, though that was a less than idea outcome being waking someone from a nightmare was never the greatest idea, through the nightmare..

At the first contact, his eyelids jolt open, breathing heavy, in cold sweat.

He hoarsely husks, blinking, sitting up and running a hand through his hair...

Dami...

He exhales, looking at...the boy from earlier...he never even...caught his name...

I'm sorry...did I wake you...?

gotham-neuropsychologist

" No- no no, you didn't wake me, don't worry, "

He reassured, taking his hand off the man's shoulder and letting it rest at his side,

" I've been working on paperwork,, haven't slept, so you couldn't have woken me, "

He said with a slight laugh, before that look of worry retured to his face. He let out a small breath,

" Are you alright? It seemed like you were having a nightmare,, "

His face flushed in sweat, albeit embarrassed too. His dirty face turned away, exhaling...

It's...nothing, I- It happens, a lot. I was here for help with that in the first place. I...I don't...know how to control it. And...it doesn't really stop...

He exhales, his body suddenly bashful to the situation.

gotham-neuropsychologist

Raph let out a small 'ah' noise, taking a moment to give the man a small nod,

" That,, certainly is an issue,, but one we should tackle in the morning. I'm not sure how much good advice I can give running purely on coffee, "

He said with a soft laugh,

" For now, if you can,, try to get back to bed and get some more rest, alright? And if there's anything I can do to help get you back to being able sleep if the nightmare spooked you too bad, even if it's small, just tell me. I'll do what I can to help, "

He offered, placing a gentle hand on the man's arm in an attempt at comfort..

His touch is grounding. The sensation momentarily brings him back from whatever the deal was, albeit sending him shivering.

Thanks.

He croaks, wanting to seem easy on it, and yet it comes out like a cry for help. He couldn't help but feel stupid.

It isn't like this usually...I don't...really feel sleepy after...

gotham-neuropsychologist

" Of course,, "

He said softly, rubbing the man's arm, still attempting to bring the man any ammount of comfort he could provide. He then gave a small nod,

" If you aren't sleepy, you can,, stay up with me while I get my paperwork done, if you'd like. I wouldn't mind the company, honestly- "

He said with a small smile,

Of course, enjoying Dick's company came...as a surprise to himself in the moment, alongside the gentleness from his touch, he briefly looked away, exhaling.

I-

He started but his voice broke gently.

You could...you wouldn't mind?

gotham-neuropsychologist

" Of course I wouldn't mind,, you're good company, I enjoy having you here, "

He spoke warmly, his head tilting as he continued to rub the man's arm, sitting more up on his knees than he was before when he was simply sat on the ground.

He blinked, sitting up slightly, wiping away remnants of sweat from his face, exhaling audibly, only...looking at him.

The night lamp only was on in the room, the light faded by distance, dim instance, the shadows casting against the contour of Raph's face.

His head turned down automatically, engraved in his etiquette that it was rude to stare, but the sight of him was almost...pretty...

I...I was never really a science child much...

He begins, off-topic, anything to take the silence away...

...I never...understood...what is it that you...do?

gotham-neuropsychologist

Raphaël seemed to light up slightly as he was asked about what he did. He was so used to people just assuming he was a doctor or just a standard therapist, he always got so excited when someone actually wanted to learn..

" I'm basically a phycologist specialized for figuring out brain function- specificly for criminals in my case- "

He explained, his hand dropping down from the man's arm to rest more closely to his wrist and hand as he spoke,

" I evaluate people the GCPD bring in, and people in Arkham,, figure out if it's something mental that pushed them to commit a crime, and figure out if they can be deemed criminally insane,, "

He then gave a small shrug,

" I also provide counciling for thoes in Arkham, and just.. criminals in general, wheovers brought in by the GCPD, "

Dick listened intently, resting his chin in his palm as he watched Raphaël talk. The way his face lit up, the slight excitement in his voice—it was kind of endearing. Okay, maybe more than kind of.

"That’s… actually really impressive," Dick admitted, his lips curving into a lopsided smile. "I mean, figuring out what makes Gotham’s worst tick? Sounds like a hell of a job."

His gaze flickered down briefly, catching how Raph’s hand had inched closer to his own. It was subtle, probably unconscious, but Dick felt his pulse pick up just a little. He could handle death traps, rooftop chases, and armed lunatics, but this? This was different.

“So," he continued, teasing just slightly, "does that mean you could psychoanalyze me right now? Tell me all my deep, dark secrets?" He arched a brow, smirk in place, but there was a warmth in his eyes—genuine curiosity laced with something softer.

gotham-neuropsychologist

When Dick called his worm impressive, a smile crossed Raph's face. Half the time at the GCPD, his advice and work was ignored, so hearing someone say his work was impressive,, it made him really happy.

" Ah- thank you,, yeah, no, definitely one hell of a job. Kinda a scary one, if I'm honest,, "

He said, then gave a small shrug. As scary as it was to him, having to talk to criminals all day, he wouldn't trade his job for the world. He then let out a small laugh, giving a slight nod,

" I mean, yeah, I could.. but definitely not right now. Way too tired to psychoanalyze anyone right now,, "

He admitted, leaning slightly against the couch as he sat there on the floor, his hand still gently wrapped around Dick's wrist

Dick chuckled, tilting his head slightly as he watched Raph speak. There was something endearing about the way he shrugged off his own nerves—like he was trying not to make a big deal out of something that very much was a big deal.

"Hey, scary jobs are kinda our thing," Nightwing said, offering a small smirk. His voice was warm, teasing, but there was something softer underneath it. "And for what it’s worth? I think you do one hell of a job too."

His gaze flickered down to where Raph’s hand was still wrapped around his wrist. He didn’t pull away—didn’t even think about pulling away. Instead, his fingers shifted slightly, brushing just barely against Raph’s.

"Though, uh, if you’re too tired to psychoanalyze, does that mean I get a free pass tonight?" he asked, grinning. "Or am I still gonna wake up to a full psychological profile?"

gotham-neuropsychologist

" Indeed they are,, "

He said with a small sigh that seemed to morph into a slight laugh. He then gave the man a smile,

" I.. appreciate that.. just wish my coworkers thought the same thing, "

He said lightheartedly, not actually trying to jab at his coworkers too much in that moment.

As Dicks fingers brushed against Raphs hand, Raph gently rested his hand against the other man's, before shaking his head at the next question he was asked.

" No, no, you won't wake up to that.. you get a free pass tonight, yes, "

Dick let out a breathy chuckle, but it didn’t quite mask the way his pulse jumped the second Raph’s hand settled against his. His brain short-circuited for half a second—just a half—before he forced himself to play it cool.

“Oh, so I’m special then?” he teased, but the usual effortless charm in his voice wavered just slightly, betrayed by the warmth creeping up the back of his neck.

He flicked his gaze down to their hands, hesitating just a second before lightly brushing his thumb over Raph’s. It was casual—barely a touch—but his heart was suddenly doing backflips like he was some rookie vigilante on his first rooftop jump.

“Well, I’ll take my free pass, but,” he tilted his head, smirk softening into something a little more genuine, “I kinda wouldn’t mind if you did psychoanalyze me sometime. Just, y’know… not when I’m half-conscious.”

gotham-neuropsychologist

" Hmm.. guess you could say you're special, yeah. I mean,, not every day I let someone say over and sleep on my couch,, "

He said with a small laugh, his gaze flickering down to look at their hands as he felt Dick brush his thumb over it. He sat there for a second, just.. staring. But didn't move his hand away. Weather it be because of his sleepy state, or something else entirely, he didn't mind the feeling of the others thumb rubbing across his own.

He then looked back up at Dick after a moment, giving a small nod. He gave a small smile to the other,

" Maybe I will when we're both not exhausted, then "

Dick's smirk faltered—just for a second—before settling into something softer, something dangerously close to fond.

Dick let out a quiet laugh, but there was an unmistakable warmth in his eyes. Special, huh? He wasn’t about to let that go to his head… but he also wasn’t not thinking about it.

His thumb stilled for just a second as he caught the way Raph was staring at their hands, the way he wasn’t pulling away. Okay. Okay, that was definitely something. And maybe it was the exhaustion, maybe it was the quiet between them, or maybe—just maybe—it was the way his heart hadn’t quite settled since this whole conversation started.

"Good," he murmured, holding Raph’s gaze with a lopsided smile. "I’d like that."

A beat of silence. His smirk twitched, a hint of mischief creeping in.

"Just… go easy on me, Doc. I’ve got some dignity to maintain."

gotham-neuropsychologist

" I'll go as easy on you as I can,, but I make no promises I won't analyze you too much, "

He said with a soft laugh. He then glanced towards the kitchen, contemplating something for a few moments, before looking back at Dick,

" If you're going to stay up with me, would you like some coffee? I was just making some.. I'll probably have to heat up the pot again, but if you want some, I can heat it up and get you a mug- "

He offered, gesturing with his head towards the kitchen.

Dick was down bad—painfully so—but that? That just about did him in.

The casual way Raph offered, the way he was just so effortlessly thoughtful—it made something warm and stupidly affectionate curl up in Dick’s chest. And the fact that he was still holding his hand, still letting their fingers brush like it was the most natural thing in the world? Yeah, he was done for.

Dick was already down bad, but that—the way Raph casually offered him coffee like it was the most natural thing in the world, like it wasn’t sending his heart into a nosedive—just about did him in.

He blinked, momentarily speechless, which was not a thing that happened to him. His brain was too busy short-circuiting over the fact that Raph was talking about warming up coffee for him. That was practically domestic.

His brain told him to play it cool, to flash one of his usual charming grins and crack a joke. But instead, what came out was much softer, much worse for his dignity.

“You’re way too good to me,” he murmured, his thumb ghosting over Raph’s knuckles like he needed the contact. He didn’t even try to hide the way he was looking at him—open, maybe a little lovesick, definitely needy.

But instead, he watched him, gaze soft, as if memorizing every little movement.

“You don’t have to, though,” he added, a little too earnest, a little too fond. “I mean—I don’t wanna make you go out of your way for me.”

He did, though. He really did. Because God help him, if Raph handed him a coffee mug with that same small smile, Dick was going to die right here on this couch- No- No! What was he thinking-

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were-ralph

New REBLOG Game

Just fucking lie about the previous poster

they are actually a mutated conscious orange that has a mind of it’s own!

@aurora-starlight-silly @neverniko101 @alwaysmiko open tag ig!

aurora-starlight-silly

I am not friend with this person who totally isn’t an awesome and super cool friend since we’re not friend at all anyways >:D (/lie ofc)

@fyreflakes @venus-salam-the-puppet @catt6565 @eluxurex @justexistingsomewhere @lady-inkmare @bigassfuckingmushroom @neverniko101 I’m so sorry for tagging u sinceyou got tagged twice but I wanna know what’d you lie abt for me

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This person doesn’t have a oc that I will never write for

@lizzyfizzyyyyay123

@youtry2replaceurself

@sillyguyz4ever

@lovablespiritzz

youtry2replaceurself

prev is actually infamous for stealing cheddar cheese. But only that kind, no other kind of cheese

Prev is human.

@cosmo-lives-here @thatisaloaf @donthandmemyshovelimstayingout @eternal-eepiness

cosmo-lives-here

prev does not like rats

hyperfixating-is-my-thing

Prev hates outer space

@everydayknifeday @asagewitch05 @damsnackbar03

Previous is a Virgo

@thegremlininyourcloset @grayson-on-the-chandelier @dogskahara @cookiesnotd3ad

(( previous doesnt like CHEESE and likes spicey stuff on pizza

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previous name’s actually and for real cookie

@brucewayne-offic @fashionable-super @gothamsdarlingg @dickgraysonfr @dead-ma-outlaw @arrowsnsarcasm @bartallentheimpluse @theblessed-bloodson @superboy-number-1 @superboy-with-the-good-hair

Previous don’t want to play roblox with me😔💔

@ccassandra-cain @babsggordon @damian-al-ghul-wayne @danny-nightingale @stephonthedash @not-timothy

Previous tried to stick his finger in a plug yesterday to test it out

@babsggordon @jokerwithcrowbar @the-born-again-son @robin-wing-man

the-born-again-son

previous has actually slept within the last 24 hours

@imbatman-imtired @robin-wing-man @bludhavens-finest

Previous is a busy lil shit.

@babsggordon @theredhoodofgotham

Prev is really good at hiding when he has a crush on someone

@wally-westside @jasonwayne-todd @jacynkaplanbrake

OUCH YOU AND YOUR SARCASM I AM WOUNDED-

Bohoo haha

@gotham-neuropsychologist RAPH ARE YOU SEEING THIS-

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Anonymous asked:

I haven't wished you happy birthday yet :(

Happy birthday!

( @babsggordon )

robin-wing-man answered:

Smiles, looks up from making cookie dough.

Why, thank you, Babs. Did Dami wake up...?

He asks, only to confirm.

Yeah, not too long ago...

She walks to him, to watch what he's doing

Can I have some?

Just the dough...?

His brows furrow, the smile still present, as he wipes the sweat from his forehead with his wrist...

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