MBTI xxxP types
Cass: I'm actually a lot crazier than most people think, but everyone is too busy making me into some OP god-like character to notice all the rules I've broken.
Jason: I'm actually a lot crazier than most people think, but I hang out with equally crazy people who were born without a single fuck to give and somehow aren't dead yet.
Tim: I'm actually a lot crazier than most people think, but everyone only remembers me as "smart" and keeps forgetting how much of a stalker I am and how little I value self care or what is morally correct.
Duke: I'm actually a lot crazier than most people think, but I'm with the Batfam now and standing next to their raging mental issues makes me look like a voice of reason. Which makes for a low bar, btw.
Steph: Lol I'm only here for the vibes XD
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MBTI xxxJ types
Babs: I'm actually a lot more judgemental than most people think, but I'm not going to say anything unless they bring it up first.
Dick: I'm actually a lot more judgemental than most people think, but I'm too much of a people pleaser to want them to know. Unless you fucked up, then I'm coming for you.
Alfred: I'm actually a lot more judgemental than most people think, but for thinking such things simply because I am a butler is a grave mistake. Please, I am quite aware there is nothing I can say that will get me fired and believe me, I will speak like it, Ms.Vale.
Bruce: I'm actually a lot more judgemental than most people think, but the only one I'm judging here is myself. It's pretty selfish of everyone else to think I'm working this hard to judge them, honestly.
Damian: Everyone knows exactly how judgemental I am. I make sure of it.
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The Things We've Created 🩷
It's crazy how much I see things everywhere about how hateful the internet is and how cruel people are online and etc, etc, social media is ruining our trust in humanity.
And then I come over here, to our little damirae fandom nestled inside a small nook on Tumblr, and- I kid you not- not even three minutes after I make a little post about two fictional characters from a TV show which aired years ago, at least two people whom I will never meet, maybe living in a completely different country, maybe on the other side of the world, have already liked my post or told me how great I am. And then a hundred people do the same.
All I'm saying is that yeah, people can be toxic and sometimes the world is shit, but as a fandom we all created our community together. Born from a common passion that we all share and it's honestly beautiful how we all support each other within it. We may be here for different reasons, or participate in different ways, but look at what we've created guys. We've all gravitated here by some stroke of fate and fostered a community of people who support each other and encourage creativity for our Demonbirds. We did that. We're really doing that. And we continue to do that because despite coming from different places or fandoms we've found something here worth staying for.
So regardless if you are an artist, a headcanon or fanfic writer, a reader, a commenter, or someone who visits occasionally and doesn't leave a like or reblog, this is a shout-out to you. You helped nurture and build this beautiful community. You are the beating heart of our shared love for these characters. And if someone ever asked my opinion on what a genuine community looked like, I'd probably describe something similar to what we have. Something real. Something wonderful.
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Talks With Father
Word count: Idk
Warnings: none, unless you're terrified of Bruce being a good dad 😕
Dedication: @purp1e-ph0enix & @bradshawsbaddie
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"You mention her often."
Damian turned to look at the vigilante beside him, his finely tuned senses and years of knowing his father filling in everything Batman didn't say. There was no prompt, no segway into this conversation. They were sitting in the Batmobile while the computer program inside was rebooting and nothing but comfortable silence between them only a few seconds previously. It was offered as conversation starter and Damian knew Batman wouldn't push. In his own bat-way he was telling his son he was aware- the greatest detective in Gotham City was always aware.
Damian didn't put much stock into his father's experience with relationships, and they both knew Batman wasn't offering advice. Damian could leave it there. Batman wouldn't tell anyone and his son knew he would likely never mention it again. Damian almost took it, and if it was a couple years ago he would've. But since he had joined and left the Titans, Damian had seen the effects of allowing relationships to deepen beyond the surface level his league training always taught him to maintain. Being back with the league as their leader, he saw just how inhuman they had expected him to be. Damian rarely got the genuine moments his younger self always scoffed at, and he knew his mental and emotional health wasn't benefitting from it.
It's how he found himself occasionally visiting Gotham. At it's worst it was a filthy city that reeked of crime, and never failed to have some crisis or another. Damian was a hero here. He knew he was violent and brash but that's what the city needed when the police failed. Gotham always needed him for who he was, and Damian remembered telling his father these things go both ways. He needed Gotham as well. To take a break from the league, when that world got so toxic it became hard for him to breathe. Hard to see the man in his mirror.
Only Alfred and his father knew. Of course they knew. But Batman put a great deal of effort for the sake of his son, and allowed Damian to come and go as he pleased. It was hard for the man with trust issues and severe paranoia, but a week before he passed Dick had spoken to Batman about letting Damian go. That he would fly true if he was given the chance to spread his wings. And everyone knew the bat was trying to live by his first son's final wishes.
It didn't weigh on Damian's mind for long. His relationship with his father had greatly improved, to the point that they now worked together during Damian's visits. His father already knew. And self growth could only make a person stronger for it, so why not?
"I want to know how she is. She has yet to leave my... heart."
Batman exhaled, a sign that he'd heard his son's even response. Damian never reached out to his old teammates, but he did occasionally inquire as to how they were after the spilt. Batman kept tabs on them for these moments, and while he knew little about Raven, what he did know he always shared. Despite it hardly ever being good news.
"Raven is strong. She is with Kent at the moment and doing all she can." Batman's dark voice offered.
Damian didn't hesitate. "Just because the burden is carried well does not mean it is deserved. She is innocent, suffering, and still trying to save those who are the same. Magic is the only difference between the people and their hero."
Batman knew he and his son's tendencies towards philosophical pessimism would only darken their conversation. This world was a mess and those who fought for justice rarely got justice of their own. His first son was dead. His biological son existed because someone he cared for took advantage of him without remorse. But Batman, in his heart, desperately wanted the best for the youth of his city. All the children who could have lives he never could if only he sacrificed himself in every way for his city.
Looking across the Batmobile which had 4.33 seconds left in it's update, seeing the face that looked so much like his own at the age when he was lost in his determination to become the hero his life never had, Batman smiled softly at his son. "That doesn't mean she isn't cared for."
Damian, halfway lost in his own mind, truly a mirror of his father, had no response. Raven deserved so much more. She worked so hard and never gave a sign of the pain and pressure she had to endure. This world was a mess and those who fought for justice rarely got justice of their own. Damian's oldest brother was dead. His father hated him in the beginning because he was the physical reminder of how cruel the world could be. But Damian, in his heart, desperately wanted the best for Raven. He wished he could rewrite her fate, which seemed to be carved with blood in the stars, and give her the peace she sacrificed herself for in every way for her world.
Damian eventually found his own voice breaking himself from his musings, spilling from his mouth as if it took no thought. "Please help them. Save her."
Batman nodded, his finely tuned observation filling in everything Damian didn't say. The older man silently handed his son the keys to the Batmobile and moved to get out of the driver's seat. "Damian. The things that mean the most to us are the things we sacrifice everything for. You both care for the world and one day, you have to believe that the world will give it back to you."
"Tt. That sounds like a Hallmark marathon in the Wayne Manor was finished recently." Damian shot back lightly, grabbing the keys with a grin.
"It might have been." Batman replied evenly, holding the driver's door open while his young superhero climbed in. "I expect the car in perfect shape when it inevitably returns past your curfew."
"High expectations. We'll see what the criminal underbelly of Gotham has to say about that. Could be a rough night."
Batman stood back from his car in anticipation for his youngest's depart. "Shouldn't be a problem then. But if you want your first date to be a seaside picnic on the Wayne Beach with Alfred's cookies, I look forward to seeing the Batmobile in good shape tomorrow morning."
Damian blushed- only faintly- as only a teenager talking to his father about his crush would. "Perhaps your Hallmark movies do provide a potential benefit, however miniscule and insignificant."
Batman smiled almost teasingly. "There's no need to suffer through the cinema you don't enjoy. I've already collected quite the list of romantic outing ideas I think the two of you would like."
"Father! Do not meddle with my life!" Came Damian's indignant and completely flustered response from the interior of the giant black vehicle. He didn't want to know how long his father had been collecting romantic ideas for a potential future he may have with his Raven.
Batman snorted. "Alfred's idea. Told me to put my time in the theater room to good use. Kate is the one who went out of her way to buy Raven a series of date night dresses. I believe she called them 'adorable' in her description to me. Do you think Raven would look suitable in them?"
Damian in that moment was busy thanking every god he didn't believe in that the blackout window was up to hide his scarlet face as he violently shifted the car into gear and raced out of the batcave.
Do NOT think about Raven in an adorable purple dress
Do NOT think about Raven in an adorable purple dress
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