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CHARACTER NAME: Dick Grayson
FANDOM: DC Comics
CANON: Current canon as of January 2010. Post Cry For Justice and Blackest Night (yes, even if we do not yet know the outcomes, apparently they've been and gone already!)
WHAT THEY LOST: Dick will lose all memory of Barbara Gordon, the first Batgirl. Keeping in mind that if there was never a
first Batgirl there could never have been a second or third. He won't know who Cassandra Cain or Stephanie Brown are.
PERSONALITY: From the point of canon that I am taking him from, Dick has conquered a lot of personal demons. He's a lot more confident in himself and his abilities and doesn't worry so much about about failing as a consequence of that. He's a little edgier, terse, direct, but not massively different to how he was after the events of One Year Later.
Dick is a friendly, relaxed and down-to-earth person, he processes all the natural qualities it takes to be a perfect leader; he's someone who people can trust, someone they can depend on and go to for advice, but Dick, however, just sees this as him doing the best he can. Blind modesty.
Perhaps one of the greatest differences between Dick and his mentor (although the two are a lot alike) is that Dick doesn’t have the ‘Bruce Wayne’ persona. Dick is as happy being Dick Grayson as he is happy being Nightwing. He is who he is and doesn’t feel the need to create a façade to hide behind.
Dick has always been more of a humanitarian than Batman, not saying Batman doesn’t care – far
far from it - just that Dick is more forward with his emotions. He was the heart, and perhaps, conscience of Batman and Robin, and he continues to be at the heart of the DC universe, his friends and connections to the superhero community reaching far and wide.
He tries to be there for everyone, caring little about how run-down or exhausted this may make him, he never puts himself first. He's a people pleaser to a fault, and just as much as a work-a-holic as his mentor. And just as stubborn.
Long ago there came a turning point for Dick when he realised that he was comfortable
not being Batman, after all, he’s
not Bruce Wayne. After a previous stint in the Dark Knight’s shoes, Dick finally understood his mentor better, and eventually the feelings of bitterness he'd previously held for his mentor faded. Any arguments or confrontations that he may have passed off as the two of them being completely incompatible, he now knows that actually, it’s okay if they disagree with one another from time to time, because they’re family and that’s just how things are between a Father and Son. It took many years, but Dick finally stopped being Bruce Wayne’s ‘ward’ and legally became his adopted son, just like Jason (the Robin after him). He got his acceptance.
He successfully made Batman his own, he moved out from under the shadow of the bat once before by leaving the mantle of Robin behind him when he adopted the name of Nightwing. He's done a similar thing this time around, but in Bruce's memory, continuing everything his adopted Father stood for and everything they built together. Dick moved out of the Batcave and created his own base of operations beneath Wayne Tower where he lives and works with Alfred the butler and long time confidant, and Damian - Bruce Wayne's biological son and current Robin.
Dick lives for excitement, for the thrill of the fight, and as such he is constantly on the move. He finds it very hard to sit still, not even for 5 seconds. He bores quickly and is easily distracted (unless working). It’s also safe to say he’s attracted to dangerous situations, people and relationships. Most recently, he's taken up sky-diving, even breaking the world record for the longest and highest free-fall.
It’s somewhat of a running joke that Dick is the fandom bike. He attracts the girls (and guys alike, I think it's fair to say), seemingly effortlessly with his natural charm and honesty. He falls readily and easily, a surprisingly sensitive soul, seeking what he can’t find in himself in others. Nine times out of ten, however, he’s left alone. He’s too nice a boy to tangle with the kind of women he’s attracted to - strong, independent and stubborn. If not being taken for a ride, he’s usually the one that cocks it up, either with his job, his obsessive nature,
or by sleeping with an ex then inviting her to his wedding, there’s usually something. Although not as much of a hopeless romantic as he once was, he will always be a gentleman.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: Okay, so, no longer on a Gotham rooftop. And that,
whatever that was, was no Boom Tube.
Dick clenched his fists and grit his teeth, tensing all over. When after 30 seconds and no ‘surprise! You fell for my diabolical (in more ways than one, really) trap!’ came, he let his shoulders relax, however minutely.
Batman eased up from the settled crouch he’d been in. And from this new vantage over the city, it was plain to see that he
really wasn’t in Kanas any more.
Under the bright moonlight of the biggest, fullest moon Dick had ever laid eyes on, he was reminded of the quaint stacked villages that ran up and down the lengths of the Loire Valley in France. On closer inspection though, the architecture here was more reminiscent of the buildings of the Renaissance and the Age of the Enlightenment, buildings Dick had been lucky enough to see at a young age while touring the length and breadth of France as part of Haly's travelling circus.
Batman turned approximately 225 degrees, and abruptly stopped.
"Woah…"
Castle. Huge castle. Huge
huge castle.
Dick wordy exhale was lost on the wind, the whisper carried only to vanished high among the castle turrets.
Something of this size, of this sheer magnitude could never escape from under the eye of modern tourism. The Fairy Tale edition of National Geo should be all over this place, and given that there were no ‘I kissed a frog and all I got was this lousy T-shirt’ stands in sight, Dick thought it was pretty safe to assume Elvis had
officially left the building.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: Okay so, not saying I don't appreciate the sunshine, but I think the fairy-tale castle is a little over the top. And as for the villagers? It's a bit 'Shire meets Village of the Damned', isn't it? Creepy.
Anyway. So this is a communication device, right?
[
Recorded with a sigh: 'Why am I even...
ugh.]
Damian? You here?
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