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After a patrol, the topic of retirement comes up. They also discuss contingency plans. This is how they find out that some mantles are wanted, some… maybe not.
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Tim and Damian fight for Nightwing. Shenanigans ensue.
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- Part 2 of Cypr’s Batfam Obsession (( 🪄🔮 ))
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"It's not about investment, it's about efficiency," Tim said, turning toward Dick.
"And honestly, if we're talking about the future, we need to look at the brand. Batman is... well, he's Bruce. It's a mood. It's a tragedy. But Nightwing? Nightwing is the gold standard. He's the bridge between the shadows and the light. He's the one people actually like."
Damian froze. He turned his gaze toward Dick, his expression shifting from arrogance to a strange, focused intensity.
"You want to be Nightwing?" Damian asked, his voice dropping an octave.
"I'm just saying, as a logical progression of the vigilante ecosystem," Tim replied, though his voice gained a competitive edge.
"Nightwing is the most versatile role. It allows for independent operation while maintaining a positive public image. It's the peak of the acrobatic combat style. It's a far more desirable legacy than sitting in a cave brooding about parents for twenty years."
Damian stepped forward, his chest puffed out. "Preposterous. You lack the grace, Drake. Your form is pedestrian. I have mastered the arts of the League of Assassins and the gymnastics of the circus. I am the only one capable of upholding the prestige of the Nightwing mantle."
Jason burst out laughing, a loud, barking sound that filled the cave. "No way. No way! You both want to be Dick?"
Dick blinked. He looked from Tim to Damian, his eyebrows shooting up. "Wait. What?"
"I am the rightful heir to the most prestigious title in this family," Damian declared, pointing a finger at Tim. "Move aside, Drake. Your tenure as a 'bird' is over."
"In your dreams, brat," Tim snapped. "I've been operating in the field longer than you've been out of the temple. I have the tactical experience. I can actually lead people without threatening to behead them."
"Leadership is about strength!" Damian shouted.
"Leadership is about strategy!" Tim yelled back.
The two of them descended into a heated debate, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of claims and counter-claims. They began pacing the cave floor, gesturing wildly.
"I can do a quadruple backflip!" Damian screamed.
"I can hack the Pentagon in four minutes!" Tim roared.
"The Nightwing mantle requires agility, not a keyboard!"
"The Nightwing mantle requires a brain, not just a sword!"
Jason leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the console. He looked at Dick, who was standing perfectly still, a look of sheer bewilderment on his face.
"You seeing this?" Jason whispered.
"I... I don't know what's happening," Dick whispered back. "Why do they want to be me? I'm just... me."
"You're the favorite," Jason said, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You're the golden boy. The one who actually turned out normal. They don't want the cowl, Dick. They want the vibe. They want the charisma. They want the tight suit and the approval of the masses."
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Bookmarked for the end note alone lmao