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#sorry. No Damian this chapter
c0zyrainfall · 3 months
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The whole reason he didn't want to dance with her was because he was too nervous to hold her hand 🥺
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⚠ SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 93 AHEAD! ⚠
now that we have finally met demetrius, it seems like a great time to dissect his first scene and proper conversation! :]
his wide, unfocused stare hides ✨unexpected complexity✨, as expected of a desmond
he's impatient (common desmond trait at this point)
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he's nonchalantly exceptional, as we expected and have been repeatedly told thus far
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...but most importantly, amidst a sea of accomplishments, he is burdened with a lack of people skills and visibly frustrated by it, as evidenced by his conversation with damian in this chapter.
the analysis and speculation continues under the cut!!
so, a breakdown of the main meat of his introduction
similarly to every single time there's an interaction between damian and another desmond, damian is the one who reaches out first by calling out to demetrius, who immediately asks him what he wants. damian tries to begin with small talk, congratulating him on his accomplishments of the day
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demetrius is brief and to the point, but it doesn't feel to me like he is annoyed here. perhaps curious, perhaps indifferent, we don't know -- demetrius is a boy of few explanatory thoughts, after all
merely in the next page, demetrius is revealed to have a blank mind for most of this conversation.
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i don't believe this is a sign that demetrius was experimented on or anything. obviously, this does not rule out that he has been experimented on, but i don't think his lack of thoughts are indicative of that, nor do i believe anya was too far away (in previous chapters, she has read the thoughts of people at greater distances than this with ease!). i think this has something to do with his upbringing, but also very importantly his state of mind at the moment
his eyes are wide open, but his stare is unfocused. i think this is an intentional choice to hammer in that he's not really here at this moment, listening to what is undoubtedly to him pointless praise. he has likely tuned all of it out completely.
(as a side note, if we wanna involve anya in this situation more, we could assume that he is intentionally cloaking his thoughts from anya or any other potential mind-readers, but while i do think donovan is very likely involved in project apple, i severely doubt the financial benefactors of project apple would spend likely a lot of money to figure out a way to shield the thoughts of a middle schooler, regardless of who his dad is, from potential telepaths. as far as we know, anya is the only one with this specific power and demetrius is unlikely to have any information that would incriminate the operation. if that was an issue, i don't see why they wouldn't spend their money to protect melinda's mind, since she likely has way more info than demetrius ever could.)
moving on from that side note though,
we do not see demetrius' face as he says this! this is important to me
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we are left unaware to whether or not he is disappointed or just trying to abscond to take a nap (he really needs one)
but then, he says this:
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this, to me, is a direct attempt at connecting!! he's trying to reciprocate the small talk, the praise, trying to continue the conversation. his thought, "i don't understand him," may feel contradictory but to me, it only underlines his frustration about this, because he knows what damian is going to say next:
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even though it was expected, this is not what demetrius was hoping to get out of this. his downturned eyebrows give a feeling of discontent. he is not blank, he is visibly frustrated, visibly annoyed.
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and we are thus made aware of a boundary demetrius and melinda both share:
never mention donovan.
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for one reason or another, this is the boundary damian has overstepped with both his mother AND his brother now, without ever being informed that it IS a boundary in the first place
so demetrius, upset, turns around to leave and throws this at damian:
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this is important, because damian has shared a very similar sentiment to anya before, albeit in a mournful tone.
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demetrius likely feels similarly neglected by his parents, but is long past feeling sad about it. he has moved straight to anger, understandably!
but the bigger reason for his frustration, imo, relates to a problem damian once again ALSO has: people treating them as a gateway to their father and nothing more.
demetrius has more than likely also been treated like this, and probably still is unless his peers have learned not to engage because of his brief, snippy responses, so he is familiar with the feeling of being used.
...and damian unknowingly treated him the exact same way, even though he's also grown to hate it.
of course, he's 6 years old and he meant no harm by this -- he's just a lonely boy trying to be noticed by his neglectful parents, after all, what else could he possibly do?
but for demetrius, this is the end of the conversation. he is not his father's manager, he's not even that close to him, so why does his brother only ever talk to him when it relates to their father?
as he said before: he doesn't understand him, and why he keeps doing this. does he not know there is little info to be gained?
he doesn't understand their father either, with his impossibly high expectations, never pleased, never happy, never available
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and lastly, as ewen and emile try to introduce themselves
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demetrius has one final thought.
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and he casts aside this entire conversation, leaving the scene as empty as he entered it.
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of course, the chapter doesn't end here, but this is where demetrius' involvement in it does, leaving us with a newfound understanding that while to damian, demetrius represents everything he can only strive to become... to demetrius? his accomplishments ring hollow in the face of everything he wishes he could understand.
we do get an extra flashback that hearkens back to a better yesterday, but while donovan is lacking some very important details (those scars, that dead disinterest that follows his every move -- he seems mirthful somehow here), we don't know if this scene represents a time when they were closer or if it's simply evidence that as far back as everyone can remember, demetrius has been doing nothing but studying all the time
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could this be evidence of something nefarious relating to project apple? eh, not particularly, not to me. the boy's just studying hard, any relation to project apple would have to be more recent in the timeline imo
TL;DR:
demetrius has been built up throughout the past 92 chapters as a figure larger-than-life, and this has been thanks to most of our knowledge of him being directly affected by damian's perception of him, as the younger brother living under his shadow
however, he has now been humanized by his flaws: a short temper and a lack of social skills that comes paired with a clear want to connect, to understand, to converse. he seems to be a very lonely kid, everyone around him either jealous, putting him on a pedestal or actively seeking to use him under the false impression that he has important connections, and although he doesn't mean to, damian has unknowingly been treating demetrius in the same way, only seeking him out when he wants to know something about donovan.
interestingly, him and melinda share the same trigger, that being donovan himself, though we do not yet know if their reason for this is also shared.
CLOSING THOUGHTSSS
it has been so exciting finally meeting this little goober-- i thought i might never see the day 😭😭😭
thank you to whoever read this far, i literally made this blog just now so! HOPE I DID WELL!
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ghostbsuter · 7 months
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The house of Nightingale & Constantine ( P. 3 )
> previous
.・゜-: ✧ :-
"Why are you avoiding me." Green eyes, sharp and unflinching, locked on Danny.
Startled, he turns to the younger boy, Damian? Bruce's only blood kid, he reminds himself.
"I'm not avoiding you." He denies, shaking his head, eyes trailing off.
But Damian knows, he learned and memorised the movements, signs, and behaviour of human kind.
"Do not lie to me, Nightingale."
The use of the name triggers something, and both Damian and Danny jump back, startled and cautious.
"What's the meaning of this!" The boy demanded, snatching his sword from the hilt.
The other raised his hands, pleading. "Look Damian– put the sword down and let me explain, please?"
They stood in tense silence, the sword pushed down reluctant and swiftly tugged back in.
"Explain."
Danny sighs in relief.
"You're more than aware of your parentage, yes?"
A nod, if not slightly confused. "Wayne?"
"No, al Ghul."
He keeps his facial expression and body language closed, obviously trained, and tilts his head to the Ghost. Listening, assessing.
Danny swallows as the air takes on sparks, dangerously close to one another.
If only Dick was in the mansion, maybe he'd cut the air with a knife followed by laughter and help him escape.
"The al Ghul line is in a delicate balance that can be toppled any time," he explains. "it's an old house, new compared to the houses of ancient, but powerful."
"You're saying," Damian drawls, carefully placing the words to form the sentence. "that the line of Al Ghul is... magic." He is studying the older, eyes narrowed and focused.
He knew such accusation would be called ridiculous by the younger. It would definitely earn him a few attempted kills.
"Not all dark houses are magic, just magic adjusted. The reason al Ghul is where it is today is that the founder, your grandfather, is still alive."
"You're aware such claims would have your head."
A wince.
"Fine." Damian scoffs. "We will go back to that after, tell me of the name triggering then."
"Names have power, but family names are more powerful, especially those of dark houses. If another dark house calls—"
"It registers as a warning and summoning." He finished, unfazed at the owlish blinks received.
"You were taught."
"I was, you're right, the al Ghuls are not magic. I haven't taken it seriously back then, I now see the error of my actions." The boy simply states, arms crossed.
"Calling another house of dark by name and immediately pulling a weapon is a declaration of challenge." Dannt adds after a moment of quiet. "I would rather not fight and make an enemy here."
"Not an enemy, but neither an ally?" Is quickly thrown back.
The Nightingale shrugs. "I'm not fond of your grandfather," he admits. "but it's known that every generation changes the house, I would not mind being the ally of the al Ghuls, if it meant you did the contract."
"Being an ally to my name only and to the al Ghul if asked." Green eyes, borderline neon, it reminds Danny of the zone. "Bold."
A grin cracks through, and Danny gestures to the door. "We can discuss the terms during snack time, if you wish, al Ghul."
A spark and Damian scowls harder. "Stop that." He says. "Let's do so, Father would be quite pleased knowing I've made more allies."
As he stomps to out, Danny follows with a jump in his steps, very pleased.
Nightingale 1, Constantine 0!
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h0estar · 3 months
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this is what actually happened
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sophiethewitch1 · 4 months
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i got diagnosed with dystonia and cogwheel rigidity so needless to say I've been having a hard time lmao. Do you think the batboys would be more protective over a MC who can't really move properly due to her physical disability/disabilities?
Aw man, I'm so sorry to hear that :( As someone with fibro, I really get it.
Anyway, yes they'd be way too overprotective with you. They all know what it's like to be in pain, and to be restricted because of that. Of course, there's was because of broken bones and other such things, things that were temporary. But they can still understand and sympathise.
Tim and Damian would be very inclined to keep you under house arrest, but they'd still want what's best for you. Your health is the number one priority, their own petty greed second. Jason says he's willing to be your personal carrier pigeon, and it's kind of obvious he's more than willing. Dick is always happy to help, waiting hand and foot for you to be just that little bit more comfortable. All of them really want your appreciation and acknowledgement. They're desperate to be helpful, to be needed by you. If you just say thanks they're willing to go to the ends of the world for you. They'd probably do it anyway, but shush.
And even with them being that protective in the house, it's so much worse if you want to go out. They have a group chat where they share the itinerary, and make sure wherever you go is accessible for you. And if anyone ever dares mock you for the way you move, or any of your mobility/disability aids... god help that soul. They deserve it of course, but even I can say the punishment they deal out is a bit... much.
That's all to say, these boys care about one thing, and that's making you as happy as possible. Everything else is just an obstacle. And honestly, give those four geniuses enough time and you might even end up cured. They might be a little sad after, because you're not quite as reliant on them. It was nice, being able to keep you safe, keep you close. Just make sure to give them extra love, okay?
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elirium · 6 months
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Do you want to draw a WFA panel?
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With bonus Alfred, if you like!
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(I think they don't have eyes because the flash was too bright and it blinded all of them.)
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:)
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athenadione · 4 months
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mj-ackerman · 1 year
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what if Jeeves is really damian's father hahahah jk...unless 👀
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wakkoroni · 10 months
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I'm bored and procrastinating so i decided "Time to head to my local hc person!":
What are different ways the batfamily approach doing homework? (Tips, crack, angst, neurodivergent problems, anything's welcome)
As one does lmao, I shall join you in the procrastination. I love how I’m your local hc person- I’m just happy to make Headcanons. You see I misunderstood the ask at first so now I just random school related hcs in my notes so thanks for that lmao but here we go (also strap in because this one is a long one)
I’d like to add a disclaimer that THESE MAY NOT WORK FOR EVERYONE this is just my interpretation of how they would work
Batfam approached to homework
Young Bruce: He could not focus if he were alone in the room doing homework. He would read his Grey Ghost books instead of English homework. Alfred found out about this and made him sit in the kitchen while Alfred cooked; he did the homework. And with Alfred looking over his shoulder- he got that work done quick.
Especially if dinner were about to be served, Alfred would say, “you have 5 minutes,” and Bruce is speeding through his math worksheet. Nothing will get his work done quicker than someone being in the same room and having a time limit. He was speed. Flash had nothing on him lmao
So Bruce’s advice to get your work done: Have someone look over your shoulder (adds stress) and set a timer to finish your work
(A timer is really good if you work best under pressure because it lets you pace yourself, and with the time ticking down, it makes it kinda like a due date approaching)
Dick Grayson: He used the reward system and had to do his work in the same room as someone else. The person doesn’t even have to be paying attention to him. They just have to be there. If he were alone, he would zone out and get nothing done (he’s just me fr fr), so his common places to do work was the batcave, Bruce’s study, the kitchen, or somewhere in the yj cave.
As mentioned in the start, he uses the reward system. Or rather Bruce would use the reward system on him. Like for every worksheet/subject that got done he would get candy or get a 5 minute break to do whatever he wanted. (He usually spent the 5 minutes bothering Bruce or doing backflips and stretching) and it worked!
There were moments when he got restless and couldn’t stay still for very long, so Bruce bought some small fidget toys for him to fidget with while he did his work. But on like bad(?) days when Dick could not stay still or focus at all, he would go to the indoor gym they have and spend an hour getting all the restless energy out before sitting down and focusing on his work.
Dicks advice for homework: be in a public space or have people around and use a reward system. For every problem you complete you get a piece of candy or for every subject you finish take a break to relax. Also make sure to get all your energy out before trying to focus. Being restless and trying a focus is not a good mix.
Jason Todd: Look, I don’t know actually. He genuinely liked school and was pretty good at it. He worked great alone, he has to be alone too. If he’s with other people, he can’t focus because he’s busy tracking the other person's movements or trying to make conversation, so the silence isn’t so awkward. So, he would do his homework in his room. He would gobble up that work and do it so quickly so he could have the afternoon free to read his book of the week. (He loves his uninterrupted reading time)
There were times when he needed help and would cry over being unable to understand the work, so Bruce, Alfred, or even Dick would have to step in and help him. But that’s it- only help, and then they leave cause if they stay, he can’t focus. But he always made sure to get help and ask questions in class so he could understand the homework and do it.
(Jason is the one to be done with his work weeks ahead of time because then he’d have more time to read lmao)
Jason’s advice on homework: If you can’t focus with people around. Be alone and do the work. There’s time for socializing (and reading) later, but right now, the work needs to be done. Also, always ask for help because staring at the work and hoping it magically makes sense is not helpful. Having a quiet place to work is very helpful for some people.
Tim Drake: Let’s think about him for a minute. He lived alone for a hot minute, and Jack and Janet cared about his grades and were probably really strict about it, so he would do his homework in class- or he would just do it when he got home. Cause all the fun he has is at night when he stalked the batfam, so there’s nothing to do during the day except homework so he’d probably finish his work really quick like Jason, but only so he can go outside at night.
However, when he went to move with the Wayne’s all of that changed. Like he went from working in an empty, completely quiet house to a noisy place. He’d probably get sooooo annoyed because every time he wants to do work, he can’t. Because he will sit down and someone wants to hang out with him. He will sit down and try to focus, but all he can hear is the conversation down the hall or the laughter from Dick and Jason being siblings. There is not a period of quietness at all. He would get soooooooo irritated.
They’d question his bad attitude, and then Bruce figures out that, oh yeah, a lonely kid finally has a family wouldn’t be used to a lot of this noise at home and buys him some noise-canceling headphones. From there, it works great. However, now it’s too quiet, and he can only focus on his racing thoughts and not his work. So he plays a little tune (some ambiance probably) that’s just loud enough that he can make out what it’s supposed to be but quiet enough so it’s not distracting. It helps a lot.
However, he still gets distracted. That sucks. So then he also takes breaks between assignments, so that little mixed-up way helps him get work done. He also has a sign on his door that’s like “don’t come in, I’m working,” that the others will respect. If it’s something important, they will knock.
So Tim’s advice: find a quiet place to do work and play a little background noise to focus. Oh, and take breaks in between assignments to not stress yourself out. He’d probably learned how to prioritize/make a schedule for what day he does what assignment. (Lmao can’t be me, but if it works for y’all- kudos to you.) He’s very organized; it doesn’t look like it, but he is.
(He’d also be the one to try and get ahead of his work and do next week, but by then Dick or Jason will burst in and drag him and play a game and take the rest of the afternoon off)
Damian Wayne: Look, here’s the thing with Damian, right? I feel like the league might have taught him to focus on command. He is very task-oriented, so a task you give him is a task that is done.
But like- in the league it was life or death so the stakes were high. It was either finish it or suffer soooooo he had no choice. When he moves in the Manor the stakes are lowered. So like he wouldn’t finish an assignment on time and he’s like “oh no imma get kicked out-“ but instead Bruce is just like “do better” or some useless shit like that and Damian realizes that there really is no big consequences if he doesn’t do the work. As long as he passes the class he can be Robin so-
Alfred, however, does not allow this mentality to go. His grandsons have to pass their classes with an A or even a B but not a C. (Also, I feel like Damian would never get a C because that is a personal failure; a B is pushing it. He’s a perfectionist like that :3)
So the way he does his homework is out of spite, or Alfred is holding his pets or patrol hostage. You may ask yourself: spite? How would that work? If a teacher says, “this will take at least a week finish so don’t procrastinate,” he will do it in a day just to annoy the teacher. If they say, “you won’t be able to do it-“ he will be able to do it. He will force it to happen. He has to be the best, like simply- he gotta. He will be better if there is a “could be better” part in his assignment. Lmao he is the one student fighting for that one point to round his 99 to 100
But sometimes that doesn’t always work, because maybe the teacher will just assign the work without any comment, and he’s like, “well why should I do it because it won’t affect my grade that much-“ and that’s where Alfred comes in. He will hold Damian’s sketchbook (never look through it, who do you think he is? Bruce?), his pets, or just something he loves hostage until Damian finishes his work. (It’s not serious/bad because Alfred will never keep it overnight. He just notices that Damian works best with high stakes, so it helps him. Alfred has never held another hostage longer than 3 hours because Damian gets it done that fast. He’s very grateful for this because this means that Damian will never call his bluff)
Damian’s advice to do work: High stakes are always the answer. Always do things just because someone says you can’t. Even if it’s yourself saying that you can’t finish it. Do it to spite yourself, then. Oh, your brain said, “I can’t do this” fuck them and do it
Damian has a very aggressive approach to work lmao that’s probably a little unhealthy
But now I shall give my own advice to do work because yeah. (I am not an expert or professional, and these may not work for everyone)
First off, don’t force yourself to focus. Especially it’s only on one assignment. Like if you are in a math vibe and have math work due, but you're trying to focus on English work. Push English to the side and focus on math cause you never know when the vibe will change. Work with your brain; don’t work against it. It’s teamwork, even if it seems like your Brain is just trying to make things difficult.
Another piece of advice: turn it into a game, and try and make it fun. The reason I love math it’s because it’s like solving a mystery and the way I got to like reading is because whenever I had to defend my answer I could pluck it out of the text and be like “look I’m right” and it was like a court case in my mind. So make it fun. (I know it’s homework, and homework sucks, but you still gotta do it)
Another piece of advice: make it manageable. Break it down, if you can simplify it, make it simple. “I have to write an essay on this stuff.” Write down the basic parts of it. What do you want to say? What’s your point? Why do you care? And then, after you answer those in short sentences, go back and make it longer.
But more importantly: don’t stress. That might sound like a basic response but listen- stressing gets nothing done. It delays you. But if you work best under pressure, you do you, but if you can’t? Try and calm down and break it up.
One thing I’ve heard people say is, “you have to do it. One way or another the due date will come and you will have to submit it. You can panic, you can cry, you can get upset but that’s not going to change the fact that time is running. Why waste it crying when you can be doing it?” They always made it sound so easy (and low-key kind of mean), but it’s not always that easy. I mean, the advice helps sometimes, and they bring up a good point.
Whoever says focusing is so easy is a liar. Because it’s not. If it was so easy, these headcanons would not exist.
Take easy on yourself and enjoy these headcanons
Also research some study methods. I am not an expert at this
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c0zyrainfall · 8 months
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I don't have an ao3, so I guess I'll post this here 😂 Enjoy? I've never written fanfic before but this idea had to get out of my mind ~
"Bossman, are you okay? You've been rather... spacey recently."
Damian halts mid step, causing Emile and Ewan to swivel back to him with confusion.
"What? I have not! I was just... thinking about the history assignment." His friends nod, appeased.
Can't even think in peace these days, apparently. Damian quickens his pace. He is NOT going to be late again. Now that he has had a taste of detention, he would not like a repeat thank you very much. Detention is for TROUBLEMAKERS, like the Forger girl. No, he would not repeat his tardiness. Never again. (He's thirty minutes early).
The history lesson drags on. The duke was assassinated. Yep. Old news. Damian already knows this entire lesson because he read ahead in the textbook. Can't be too prepared, right?
Apparently you can. This class is a total snoozefest. He wishes he could just faceplant onto his desk and sleep, like Anya is currently doing. But that would ruin his perfect student reputation. Instead, he props his elbow on his desk and rests his chin in his palm. Speaking of Anya.
Damian needs to figure out exactly what her deal is. She's so confusing. He was NOT happy when she hugged him yesterday. He was NOT happy when she wanted him to stay with her. He was NOT happy when she said she wanted to be his friend. He was not.
Even if he wanted to be happy about it, he couldn't be. Because even though he went through all the effort to give her the cakes in person instead of putting them in her locker, she still thought he was a creep.
After they had served their time in detention, Henderson bailed them out and allowed them to eat the teacakes. Then she beamed at him and said they could be good friends. He was confused, because didn't she JUST want to fight him two minutes ago? Then, a fleeting, unwanted thought had crossed his mind-
-and Anya looked at him like he'd just burnt her peanut butter toast. What the heck?! He hadn't even said anything!
...He hadn't even said anything.
Hold. The phone.
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hailsatanacab · 9 months
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close enough to be whole again || chapter 18
🎊 new chapter update new chapter update new chapter update 🎊
#dpxdc#dpxdc fic#dcxdp#dcxdp fic#desktop tumblr lets you edit links to put a title instead of 'show chapter' but mobile doesnt 😭😭😭#oh hello guys how are you i didnt see you there!!#dont mind me just casually dropping a chapter after........... too many months being inactive#im so sorry#ive been trying to get the other writing ive got going out of the way but like#theyre all turning into monsters too!!#idk how i feel about this chapter :/#the next chapter is going to have to undergo major rewrites before its posted#but! BUT! ive got a solid idea of where it goes after that so thats good news!!#because i was really stumped for such a long while#....... now i just gotta write it tho haha#after my holiday!! then its fic time BaBey!!!#poor danny in this chapter - poor damian too#at this point damian isnt necessarily against the idea of ghosts being (he knows ghosts are real!) its just more of a#'if ghosts arent real than danny is just confused and hes not dead please hes not dead dont let him be dead' sort of situation#ya get me?#promise they will talk about it and it will get better#just..... its gonna be a few chapters 😬#also in an earlier draft danny called dan a little bitch but damian misinterpreted it as danny calling damian a little bitch#and that was so funny to me - BUT to me it read more in damian's way so like i didnt want danny to get readers like that too#so i took it out but i kinda wish id left it in because its Funny#uh hmmm what else............... bruce sure is surprised about ghosts in amity huh#thats the trouble with writing Smart People#for i am Not Smart#BUT i do know the plot so that helps!!#anyway!! im at limit so let me say thank you for waiting ily all and i hope you enjoy it!! ily ily ily and thank you thank you thank you 🩷
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shiro-s2e2-erukinzu · 2 years
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It's a week later, but I still wanted to share my thoughts on Mission 71...! So here I go...!! 😎👍
Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 71... You have been warned...! 👌
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[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]
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THIS CHAPTER WAS INSANE!!! 😵 LIKE, OH MY GOSH...!!! 😱
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Okay, so.... When I first opened the chapter and saw the SSS in the beginning, I was like:
"OMG! YURI'S COMING TO THE RESCUE, BABY!! LET'S GO!!" 😆
But then I read what this man said and it made me mad...! 😡:
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GODDAMN... 😰 I know that keeping the peace is important... BUT STILL...! 😾
Then, on the next page...:
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THERE HE IS!! 😆
But then, Yuri is told that he can't get involved because Chihuahua Girl (Anya) would recognize him...! 😩 Which leads to these two scenes:
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Though the SSS probably won't let him get involved, there's still a chance for Yuri to possibly disobey orders and help out the kids...!! 😆 (Hopefully...!! 😌)
Hell, Mr. Blackbell would've been down too there with guns a-blazing if Martha didn't tell him to calm down...! (Though, I believe that the two of them will still get involved somehow...!! 😌)
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And when we return to the kids, we are given THIS REVELATION:
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Excuse me... The bomb is "WHAT...?"
ENDO, YOU GODDAMN MADMAN!! 😵 WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO US...!?
(Granted, I don't want Anya to get hurt, but I'm starting to think that Endo LOVES toying with our emotions...! FOR FUN...!! 😤 And yet, I am all for it...!!! 😌)
But then... Anya does THIS:
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ANYA, YOU GODDAMN MADWOMAN!! 😵 ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE EVERYONE HERE A HEART ATTACK...!?
(I'm starting to think that Endo and Anya are the same person...! 🤔)
After Anya's shenanigans, Damian offers to have the bomb around Anya's neck put onto him, but ends up getting a bomb around his neck as well... Hearing all of his thoughts of distress, Anya comforts Damian and let's him know that everything will be okay...! ☺
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This scene really warmed my heart...! 😊 I am hopeful for Damian and Anya to get a lot closer to one another soon...! 🤗
Then suddenly, the bus tires run over a spike trail... THE POLICE ARE HERE TO HELP!! 😲
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But, is this truly the end of the road (see what I did there) for Billy Squire and the Red Circus...? We'll have to wait and find out next time on Spy X Family...!!
And that was Mission 71! I thought it was great...! 😁 This chapter had some great character moments, particularly from Damian (who we learn wants to be a politician one day) and Yuri (who might be finally starting to warm up to his sister's family...! 😄)
I definitely don't think that this next chapter will be the end of this arc... In fact, my guess is that this arc will probably end in the next 3 to 4 chapters (but that's just me guessing at this point... 🤷) I honestly can't wait to find out what happens next...!! 😄
Lastly, I wanted say that I had a hard time a few weeks ago, which is why I didn't do this review on the day it came out like I usually do... But, if this silly review of mine makes you smile, that's all I could ever ask for...! 💗
Anyway, I'll see you all in (possibly) a few hours to talk about Episode 20 of the anime (because I didn't get a chance to watch it yesterday... 🤒) I'll see you all in the next Mission...!! Take care...!! 👋☺
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Thoughts on Spy x Family?
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I'VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH IT SINCE LAST YEAR LMFAAAOOO MAYBE AROUND THE START OF JANUARY 2021?? IDK BUT AAHH GOOODDD BEST EXPERIENCE WHEN I STARTED READING THE MANGA!!#;$!#
THAT MANGA WAS SO MUCH FUN TO READ I USED TO STAY AWAKE READING ALL THE CHAPTERS UNTIL 4 AM IT'S THAT GOOD
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thetimelordbatgirl · 11 months
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Ngl, seeing Guy Gardener is going to be in the new Superman film is just...thanks, I hate it.
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Oh Damian, if only you knew that you could never do wrong in Bruce's eyes.
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Also some notes: Sorry about the short updates, just want to get some motivations established for the next arc, but there will be an interlude where Bruce confronts Talia, so that's fun.
And with the holidays and the fact that I'm going on vacation in early January, it's likely that Adopted Damian will go on a two week hiatus. It's still up in the air because I have a few more days off work than I usually do, but I procrastinated gifts as per usual so I have no idea.
I also want to thank everyone for the support during this comic, this is way bigger than I thought it would be and I'm having a really fun time making it. I'm really glad to see so many people enjoying it as well, so I hope I keep doing right by you guys.
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DP x DC Writing Prompt #5
Damian does not glance back at Bruce when he knocks on the door. Instead they both wait in silence.
After a moment, the door opens.
"Hello," Jasmine, Jazz, Fenton greets politely, unsurprised to find the Waynes on her doorstep. Damian's expression grows ever darker at this revelation.
"Hello Ms. Fenton, are your parents home?" Bruce asks, placing a firm hand on Damian's shoulder, to ground as much as to restrain. To his credit he does not shake it off.
"No, they're out of town for a conference," the eighteen year-old says, opening the door wider. "But I think you'd better come in."
Bruce would normally decline, but Ms. Fenton is a legal adult and he has already, even unknowingly, waited 16 years. Damian makes the choice for him, striding past the threshold.
"Please take a seat," Jazz says as she leads them to the living room. She ignores Damian's swinging head as he takes in the home. It is deceptively large, a 90s style house filled with modern furniture. The walls are bright, with purple and green accents that would normally feel garish but somehow work. The stairs leading to the second floor are lined with family photos that Bruce yearns to take a closer look at. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water?"
"No, that's alright, thank you," Bruce says, taking a seat on the long plush couch. A men's windbreaker lies haphazardly thrown across one of the arms. A closed container of Oreo cookies sit on the coffee table next to a physics textbook open to chapter 16, half covered in highlighter and filled with sticky notes. There's a child's painting framed next to the tv, a handprint made to look like a thanksgiving turkey in bright blue.
For the home of experimental scientists, it is cozy and well lived-in.
Damian repeatedly glances at the stairs through the doorway.
Bruce clears his throat. "We were hoping to--"
"I've texted--oh, I'm sorry," Jazz says, having spoken at the same time. Bruce gestures for her to go on.
"I've contacted Danny, he should be here soon. He was out with some friends." Jazz explains. As she hadn't pulled out a phone in their presence, Bruce can only deduce they have some sort of camera at their front door. This also explains Ms. Fenton's complete lack of surprise at their appearance.
"So you know who we are." Damian says, the first words he's spoken since they arrived at the house and the longest sentence he's spoken since they arrived in Amity Park.
"I do," Jazz says, calm in the face of Damian's clearly simmering anger. Bruce trusts him not to attack Ms. Fenton, but he still watches him carefully.
"He told you about me," Damian says. It is the same question, but it is also not.
"He did," Jazz says.
Damian swallows. "I see," he grits out.
Jazz's neutrality slips and her face softens in sympathy. "Damian," she starts hesitantly, but before she can say anything else the front door opens.
A moment later Bruce's son walks through the doorway, and Damian is on him.
This is what Bruce hoped to prevent, but despite his numerous checks of Damian's luggage his son has still managed to smuggle a small dagger, which he now produces and swings in a calculated arc at Daniel Fenton's jugular.
Danny dodges cleanly, and dodges every swipe thereafter in a manner that speaks to continued practice long after his time at the League. Damian is a perfect product of his training, but it is up against Danny his flaws come to light. He is just as good as he always was, but Danny is better.
In a matter of seconds Damian grows frustrated and sloppy in his attacks, completely atypical for him. Danny takes Damian out at the knees and pins him down with one arm, pressing his face into the carpet.
"Calm down," he orders. His voice is deeper than Damian's at sixteen to his twelve, the accent that still traces Damian's words completely gone from his speech. Damian growls and thrusts his head back into Danny's face, meeting it with a sharp thunk. He rolls up as Danny recoils, putting distance between them. Danny glares at him from several steps away, hand to his forehead. Damian tosses the dagger into his other hand as he charges, and to Bruce's surprise Danny does nothing more than turn his face to the side, allowing Damian to draw a sharp line down his cheek.
Damian stops dead in his tracks.
"Are you done?" Danny asks, blood beginning to pool at the seam of the cut.
Damian's expression is stricken, eyes stuck on the blood starting to drip down his brother's face.
"I said, are you done, Damian?" Danny asks. His voice is cold.
Damian hears him this time, and he flushes red. "I--you--"
Danny sighs. He looks at Jazz, whose expression is back to carefully controlled.
"Are you alright?" he asks her. She nods.
"You left me," Damian accuses, standing there holding his bloody dagger limply.
Danny turns back to him, raising an eyebrow.
"You left me," Damian repeats louder, rapidly blinking.
"Yes. I did." Danny provides no excuse nor any explanation. His stance is unyielding.
Damian's eyes bounce wildly, shifting to Jazz and Danny slides smoothly in front of her, protectively. He looks at Damian warily, not as if he is his brother, but as if he is a danger. Damian flinches.
Hope is the last to die, Bruce thinks, watching as that last bit of hope Damian had is extinguished, the knowledge working its way through every inch of his body like ice in his veins. His eyes darken. He turns and runs from the room, the front door slamming shut not a moment later.
Jazz stands up, pulling a few tissues from the box on the coffee table. She presses them to Danny's face, cupping his cheek until he holds it himself. "I'm going to go get the first aid kit," she says gently. It is a thinly veiled excuse to leave them alone, and Bruce is grateful for it as she heads for the stairs.
They both wait until her footsteps have faded, taking each other in. Bruce looks at his mother's eyes and the sharp turn of Talia's nose. Damian's everything, four years older.
"You shouldn't have come here," Danny says, throwing himself on the armchair Jazz has just vacated.
"You know who I am," Bruce says carefully.
Danny glares. "I've kept your secret. She nor my parents know."
"I know," Bruce says. "That's not what I meant. You know who I am. And who I pretend to be. So you know I am familiar with masks."
"And?" Danny asks, looking vaguely bored.
"And so I can recognize when someone is wearing one. Damian will too, once he's calmed down."
Danny's expression sharpens. "No, he won't. Because you are going to go to back to whatever bed and breakfast you're staying in, pack up, hop in your private jet and fly him back to Gotham immediately before the League realizes you've gone. If they haven't already," he mutters.
"This is about the League then," Bruce says. "Do you not believe I can protect you?"
"I don't need your protection," Danny snaps, and watches Bruce actively extrapolate with a dawning resignation. "So this is the World's Greatest Detective at work," he says, slumping bonelessly into his chair, the first teenager-y thing he's done.
"Damian's in danger from the League," Bruce says. Danny glares from his slump. It's almost cute. "And as long as the League doesn't know about you, he's safe."
"Draw your own conclusions," Danny says, baring his teeth. Damian often makes the same face. "As long as you leave."
"I can protect him. I can protect you both," Bruce says. "Let me help you."
Danny closes his eyes. He centers his breathing in an exercise someone has clearly walked him through in the past. Bruce would bet money on the adoptive sister waiting patiently upstairs.
"Mr. Wayne. You are not my father," he says. "My trust in you extends to the point that I left Damian in your care, but that is where it ends. And that was when it was sanctioned by the League. By coming here you have endangered those sanctions."
Bruce disregards the sting, doubling down on his analysis. Talia had left Damian with Bruce well after Danny had left the League. But Danny speaks as if the decision had been his.
Or perhaps, Bruce realizes, it is not that Danny decided upon it, but that Danny allowed it to continue.
Bruce takes a second to review what Oracle had gone over with him before they left for Amity. Daniel Fenton had by all accounts, since leaving the League, lived a fairly normal life. His adoptive parents were eccentric scientists dabbling in the occult but their findings that bordered pseudoscience circulated a very niche community of like-minded eccentrics. The bulk of their income came from alternative energy, a more viable source of study that they'd veered harder into in the past year or so, a government contract with the EPA currently in the works. This had in part funded a vacation to an all-inclusive resort the family had taken that past summer.
Danny received average grades in school, above average in science and mathematics, declining sharply in his freshman year and sophomore year before evening out around the second semester. He had gotten into fights repeatedly with one student in particular, suspended for two weeks following an incident that resulted in a the student receiving a black eye. Teachers reported him to be highly intelligent but distracted and removed. They had recommended he be evaluated for an attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder. He had no social media. He had missed multiple picture days. The ones he had attended he was sneezing, or a blur of movement, even going so far as to fall off his stool, legs flailing. Bruce had drank up every last one as Barbara had waited patiently.
A normal life. A family vacation to Bermuda. Average grades.
His freshman year, distracted and removed. The same year Damian had arrived at Bruce's home. Masks upon masks.
"You have informants within the League," Bruce says. Danny, to his credit, has no discernible tell. But there is no other explanation. "What will you do, if they find out you are alive?"
"That is none of your concern," Danny says, but he might as well be saying whatever I have to.
He never stopped practicing, after all.
"If they go after Damian, it is my concern."
"And that is why you need to take Damian back to Gotham before they do." Danny says. "I will take care of it."
Damian had barely spoken since he had realized Danyal was alive. But Bruce had seen the reverence in his eyes as he looked at the file.
"الوريث الصحيح" he had murmured. The rightful heir.
"You are proposing going after the entirety of the League with no backup," Bruce says. "Even if you think they won't kill you, you won't win either."
"Maybe they will," Danny says lightly. "Kill me. That would also work."
Bruce inhales sharply. "Danny," he starts.
"Go home, Mr. Wayne," Danny says, pushing himself up with one hand. The other still clutches the wad of tissue to his cheek, partially soaked with blood. "Go take care of your son."
"I'll go," Bruce says, "I'll take him to the Watchtower. And then I'll come back."
"Mr. Wayne-"
"I should've come for you," Bruce interrupts. "Sixteen years ago. I should've come for you."
Danny's brow furrows. "You had no idea I existed."
"But if I had. I would've come. I never would've left you there. And now that I know, I am not leaving you now."
For the first time Bruce watches Danny be completely caught off guard. He openly gapes at Bruce.
"You would've died," Danny lands on, voice thin. "They would've killed you."
"Unlike you, I would've brought backup." Bruce says, mimicking Danny's lightness.
He's lying. Sixteen years ago he would've thrown himself at the League to save his newborn son without a plan, without a thought beyond rescuing his baby.
Danny barks out a laugh. "You would've laid siege to Nanda Parbat with The Big Blue Boy Scout?" he looks wistful. "That would've been rad."
Bruce sees his opening. "Danny," he stands, eye to eye with his son. "Let me help you."
Danny evaluates him. "The Batman," he says softly. "I didn't want you to come, then. I didn't need one more person I had to prove myself to. All I wanted was to live amongst the stars, in the quiet of the cosmos."
"You want to be an astronaut," Bruce says. At Danny's cocked head, he says without shame, "I read your essay on personal heroes. You wrote about Edward White. Ad Astra Per Aspera."
Danny smiles slightly, sadly. "It is a rough road."
"You can be whatever you want to be," Bruce says. "I won't stand in your way."
"Even if I want to be Danny Fenton?" he asks.
"Even then."
Danny sighs. "I don't need your help Bruce," he says. "No," he says as Bruce opens his mouth. He pulls the wad of tissues away from his cheek. Underneath the splotches of dried blood the gash in his face has cleanly knit itself together, a faint white line now all that remains.
"I don't need your help," he says clearly. He holds a palm forward, and a green fire grows from its center, until the flames are licking delicately up his fingers.
"I know The Batman does not kill. But I am not a Robin. I am something else entirely," Danny says, his eyes reflecting the green of the flames. Or not, as he looks up at Bruce, his eyes green all on their own. They are sad. This is why he stayed away, Bruce realizes. Not out of fear. Danny is not afraid. Danny is tired.
But for his brother, Danny will wake up.
"And If the League takes one step towards Damian, I will raze them to the ground."
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