Talia Al Ghul has tried everything to bring Batman to her side, but neither her passion or their son would make that happen. If Batman wouldn't love her, then at least she would make him submit to her. And Nightwing is the means for that. Cover Image doesn't belong to me. Characters: Nightwing, Batgirl, Batman, Damian/Robin, Talia - Genre: Supernatural/Action/Investigation

You know what it is like to wake up and everything you have ever known and loved is gone? Well I do.

Sequel to Sins Of The Fathers. Gotham City is slipping further and further into turmoil following a series of terrorist attacks and the subsequent disappearance of the Batman. Struggling with grief and on the trail of a heinous serial killer, Dick Grayson and his new partner Stephanie Brown begin to unravel a deeper mystery surrounding the corruption of their city.

What if a wish was granted? Short! Rated T for safety.

What happens when Friday night patrol gets off on a rocky start? Part of a series (stories aren't related) of One-Shots I'll be posting for various DC and Marvel characters. Story rating: T ( for bad language and non-graphic violence).

Dick needed this independence more than he'd realized. The ability to patrol his own town, to fight his own cases, to be himself; he'd needed it long before he'd taken on the mantle of Nightwing.

What if Dick Grayson was never adopted by Bruce Wayne the night his parents died? What if he was instead left to the mercy of his grandfather, the Talon, William Cobb. An evil and probably the sassiest version of Dick Grayson, or as he goes by in the story, Renegade. What happens when he crosses paths with a certain bat themed hero and the Young Justice team.

Following the disappearance of Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson returns to Gotham to take up the cowl and follow in the footsteps of his mentor. Villains old and new begin to show up, including old teammate Jason Todd as the vigilante Red Hood. Dick is forced to confront the reality that he exists on a knife edge between good and evil.

Dick is happy with his life, he is living in Gotham working as a Detective and as a cape, his family is mending their bonds and he has pushed what Catalina did to him on that rooftop down enough that is doesn't bother him...much. But then the FBI sends Agent Catalina Flores to assist on a serial killer case and suddenly things aren't going so well anymore. WARNING RAPE!

Bruce knocks out Dick's tooth in his paranoia to take down the Court of Owls. But what if Bruce doesn't get it right the first time? And what if Dick has enough of it? New 52: Nightwing #7

Waking up in Dick Grayson's body in the DC universe. Sure sounds fun, then again, its the DC universe where powers, magic and star wars tech are real. So why be small time crime fighter, when I be so much more.

Dick was acting strangely, though that did not stop them from having a wonderful evening. Until Dick asked Slade a question that kept the man awake all night. Only later Slade understood the meaning of it all. But by then it was already too late.

Buzzfeed has been cranking out quiz after quiz about Gotham's Bat-themed superheroes. When Jason shows them to his family, him and his brothers decide that not only should their adoring fans get to rank the Robins: Bruce should too.

The following is a series of accounts from Dick and Barbara's relationship according to me in no chronological order. 'He's watching Barbara, her hair is a mess, her dress is torn, she has sugar all over her face. "Oh and did you see how much that one guy's nose bled?" She says while taking another bite. Dick couldn't be more in love.'

The return of the man called Dick. Originally this was going to be a one off, but it will now be a multi-chapter story.

The times people meet Dick Grayson. Not Robin, not Nightwing — just Dick. (Or: Dick Grayson is a hero, has always been and will always be, no matter what name he takes.)

"Told you he got that amnesia bullshit," Helen says. "He remembers jack shit." "Jack shit?" Luis turns to look at him with a newfound fascination. "Like, forreal? Your name and shit? Your ma? Mother Teresa? Nothing?" "Who the fuck is Mother Teresa?" (In which we witness a day in Ric Grayson's life after the bullet.)

Bludhaven has a new vigilante, and it doesn't sit well with Dick Grayson. Meanwhile, an old foe has escaped prision while others wreck havoc through Bludhaven and Gotham. The events lead the solitary Nightwing to team up with a notorious crusader, whose shadow he hoped to never step under again. (Disclaimer: I don't own the Nightwing or Batman series.)**UPDATED**CH. TWO!

Dick's hours away from either Bludhaven or Gotham, in an active situation that possibly involves hostages, Slade Wilson his only ally, and his waters break. Warings: omegaverse, mpreg, childbirth

Life on the streets is hard for anybody but when you lived on them for so long they become home.Who knew that stealing a wallet would lead down such a crazy path of wealth and opportunities. But when society sees you as scum, ti's hard to wash off the past that proves them right. (This is a AU.) also on AOW pen name Shadow Orchid read there to get more fic. to let FF readers know

When Tiger returns to base with his now four foot tall partner, he is certain that Matron will force him out of comission. However, he is surprised when the young daredevil convinces her to keep him on the field. Now, Tiger will be forced to babysit a child while facing deadly trials. Will they survive, or will Tiger give up before they even leave the base?

life of the one who fell and rises (edited)

Slade meets a new contact in Gotham who is more familiar than he knows but also not. Dark Dick! but not.

Three years since he called Bludhaven home. It wasn't supposed to be easy his life was never easy, but when did it suddenly become so damn difficult? How...did things get so messed up? The line he crossed the line before he even realized he had. It was too late, it's too late. how can he protect entire city when he couldn't even protect himself? Rating changed to M

His mind felt clouded. Foggy. He knew there were things he needed do, wounds he needed to take care of, but all he wanted to do was lie down (not that sleep had been his friend recently). Dick stilled as the cold, metal barrel of a gun kissed his bare neck. "Bang. You're dead, little bird."