Work?

You know, when people find out who I am, that's generally the last thing I'm asked. I guess the assumption is that a billionaire's ward doesn't need to work. And okay, technically I'm in the will (with Tim) as an heir, and yes, we have trust funds. SO not getting into that right now. Yeah, maybe there would be certain advantages to not working, like having time for charity work or getting enough SLEEP.

But if I didn't do anything, I would be bored out of my skull. I'd probably be bored at a desk job too, if we're being honest. I mean, school was fine. I did well. I've got a shiny business degree and a 4.0 to prove it, too. You'd think I'd be doing something in business with that, wouldn't you?

Yeah. Not exactly. I teach gymnastics to kids.

I think I blame Tim. I mean, the kid was hopeless on the tightrope without my help. So now I have a job that seems totally random, until people remember that I spent the first nine years of my life in a circus. It's fun. It doesn't pay a lot, and it has nothing to do with what I went to school for, but I get to be an acrobat and work with kids. There's really no downside, as far as I'm concerned.


[Locked to those In The Know for Secret ID Purposes]

Of course, that's just the work that pays the bills. And it really is fun, even if I do wish I could get more sleep every so often, but--who doesn't, in our business? My real work is trying to clean up Bludhaven. ...And even that has its fun parts.

Dick Grayson/Nightwing
DC Animated Universe
285 words

Maybe the wings are silly. He's been called a flying squirrel more than once. But Dick really doesn't care about that. The people who call him that usually wind up in handcuffs by the end of their meeting, and honestly, he’s been called a lot worse. Besides, the key word is flying.

Before he was Robin, before he was Nightwing, Dick was a Flying Grayson. He learned to walk on the tight-rope and some of his earliest memories involve soaring through the air toward outstretched arms. He felt at home in the air.

When he was Robin, he felt it again. The joy, the weightlessness, the wind in his hair and the drag on his cape as he leapt from buildings, shooting out jumplines at the last second, just to fly before it caught.

Nightwing doesn’t have a cape. It took some getting used to, but when he flies now, he really flies. No resistance. No jumplines, sometimes. Because Nightwing has wings. And Dick can fly. Free. He can soar through the air.

With the greatest of ease.

Dick Grayson/Nightwing
DC Animated Universe
178 words