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(I dunno, I guess it could be Batman!Dick somehow changing into YoungJustice!Dick?)
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“How many times have I told you to leave your katana behind? Damian-”
Grayson was heavy-hearted. He did not understand the skill-level I could have extended back there, when we first tackled the Witch Boy, and the past three months at his side had been a strain on the both of us. Pennyworth said to give it time-that for us to be a compatible ‘Batman and Robin,’ to listen to his orders, but thus far he’d made a better Nightwing than ever a Robin.
He chose the least gruesome way to apprehend the criminal. Staying in the cave, where Father’s origins lie was far too overwhelming for him. At a level of danger where Father would not have gone because he would have stopped the source at the very beginning, he offered a petty smile one knew better was forced.
“Was there an assassination involved? Did I chop someone’s head off?” I spat, as he rolled on about the rules I’d memorized the first day. He looked to me as though he saw great potential (potential he did not notice that had already been realized), yet as though he was ( ... )
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His gaze, of course, was locked onto mine.
“Hi…,” his pathetic excuse for a pubescent voice gleamed, “Uh, why am I pointing at you?”
What. On. Earth.
“Master…Richard-” Grayson? This was Grayson? Pennyworth stayed by my side with a noticeable gap in between and the tentativeness showed across his face. “Is that…could that possibly be you?”
The ensemble of choice screamed Drake. No visible green-the puniness, that went with Drake’s incompetence if this boy truly were a Robin, but that goofy smile, that irritating smirk god-forbid that was more than unnatural across the face of Batman was truly there. “Hi, Alfie! Sup ( ... )
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This is just brilliant! I love you showed the difference between older Dick and younger Dick (what was gained what was lost)
Can't wait to see more :D
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Hope you get a chance to update soon because I'm now hooked on this fic! :D
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MY LOVE. SHH JUST TAKE IT.
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What is this brilliance?!
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YJ!Dick is so playful and smug. Love it against Damian's personality.
So much mayhem to come.... cannot wait.
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I was not Drake ( ... )
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“Right,” Not-Grayson murmured instead-though partially again I believed he was muttering his dialogue to himself. “Alternate universe. Not…always going to be whelming, sometimes…underwhelming. Heavy dis…but…” Receding from his internal monologue, Not-Grayson raised his eyes until they were on Pennyworth. I’d never seen the butler so animated. “But…you called me Master Richard. I…”
“This is the future. Not an alternate universe,” I coined. You become the second Batman, I was ready to say. You left Father’s side at the tender age of seventeen, honed your own city, created team-after-team-after team only to battle, isolate yourself from losses, and battle again until ( ... )
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I really hope you'll continue with this; I'd love to see it all pan out.
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