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#【 damian wayne ❖ starter 】
drbatsponge · 1 year
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Damian Wayne is such a unique character on his own and some of his fans literally make him out to be the male version of Cass when he isn't.
Yes they're both child assassins, but they have very different upbringings.
David Cain and Talia Al Ghul did not have the same parenting styles I can assure you. 😭
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adhdbastard · 10 months
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I’m just gonna leave these here
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Prompt List!
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“I will love you until my dying breath, and even when the sun lowers and the darkness embraces us, where time is non-existent, there still won’t be a moment where my love for you vanishes.”
“I live to serve you.”
“Please don’t be mad! I know I stole your favorite sweater, but it’s really cold and it’s so soft.”
“Why the fuck is there a garden suddenly in my locker?!”
“Speak now or forever-” -> "I object!"
“You are nothing but a liar.”
“I despise you.”
“Please be mine.”
“I’m sorry…who are you?”
“Please don’t leave…please…”
“They don’t treat you right. You deserved to be worshiped, not treated like a piece of trash.”
“You have some ice cream on your lip…can I..?”
“Do you really love me or do you just need someone to validate your existence?”
“That was fucking hot.”
“Do that again.”
“BOO!!”
“I’m so tired, can we just cuddle in bed tonight?”
“Your voice is so pretty.”
“Will you go out with me?”
“Seeing you together…I know I should be happy for you, but I just  can’t.”
“Today is the Best. Day. Ever.”
“As long as I have you, I can conquer anything.”
“I humbly request to be the peanut butter to your strawberry jelly.”
“I wish I never met you.”
“I want you back.”
“I never wanted to break up with you…and I can prove it.”
“You are so pretty beneath me, Beloved.”
"I wish for the day death comes knocking at your door to ferry you into the blazing pits of hell where you belong."
"What happened to us?" -> "There never was an us."
"Admit it! Your pets love me more than you!"
"Aww, do you need me to kiss it to make you feel better?"
"For once, can you choose me? Choose us?"
"What was that noise??!"
"I tried making dinner for once!" -> "I...can tell."
"Do you ever shut up?"
"Why are you crying?" -> "I stepped on a bug and am in mourning."
I will probably add more prompt/sentence starters when I think of them! If you are going to submit a request based on sentence starters, just copy and paste the ones you would like in the oneshot (of course you can use as many prompts as you would like). You can either add on to the prompts with a specific request or you can just send in a prompt and I will use my *Imagination* to figure it out lmao!
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twotailednekomata · 10 months
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What Pokémon would you give Damian Wayne?
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aquamanandfriends · 1 year
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Everyone’s Shadow
| muse: Damian Wayne | open to: anyone | canon or oc | sexuality: bisexual | suggested connections: ex, fwb, one night stand, will they won’t they, girlfriend / boyfriend
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“This is just how things are, alright?” Damian shook his head. “You’d never understand the pressure of being Robin,” he huffed. “You think being Bruce’s son is bad enough, no, I have to live in the shadow of Dick, Jason, and Tim. This family, it’s all about being better than the last person and I intend to be the fucking best.”
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aidanwaynealghul · 1 year
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LIKE or REBLOG for a starter from TALIA AL GHUL
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the-demons-son · 1 year
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//damian has the braincell today. Interact with this post if youd like a starter from him, alternatively send us something!
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lievmultimuses1 · 2 years
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Damian Wayne || OPEN
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“I don’t know what to say. Yes, I do. Don’t ever do that.”
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lunamugetsu · 1 month
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While at school Damian overhears his peers talking how a company created a new AI companion that is actually really cool and doesn’t sound like a freaky terminator robot when you speak to it.
And since Damian is constantly being told by Dick to socialize with people his age. He figured this would be a good way to work on social skills if not, then it’d be a great opportunity to investigate a rivaling company to Wayne Enterprises is able to create such advanced AI.
The AI is able to work as companion that can do tasks that range from being a digital assistant or just a person that you can have a conversation with.
The company says that the AI companion might still have glitches, so they encourage everybody to report it so that they will fix it as soon as possible.
The AI companion even has an avatar and a name.
A teenage boy with black hair and blue eyes. Th AI was called DANIEL
Damian didn’t really care for it but when he downloaded the AI companion he’s able to see that it looks like DANIEL comes with an AI pet as well. A dog that DANIEL referred to as Cujo.
So obviously Damian has to investigate. He needs to know if the company was able to create an actual digital pet!
So whenever he logs onto his laptop he sees that DANIEL is always present in the background loading screen with the dog, Cujo, sitting in his lap.
He’d always greet with the phrase of “Hi, I’m DANIEL. How can I assist you today?”
So Damian cycles through some basic conversation starters that he’d engage in when having been forced to by his family.
It’s after a couple of sentences that he sees DANIEL start laughing and say “I think you sound more like a robot than I do.”
Which makes Damian raise an eyebrow and then prompt DANIEL with the question “how is a person supposed to converse?” Thinking that it’s going to just spit out some random things that can be easily searched on the internet.
But what makes him surprised is that DANIEL makes a face and then says “I’m not really sure myself. I’m not the greatest at talking, I’ve always gotten in trouble for running my mouth when I shouldn’t have.”
This is raising some questions within Damian, he understands how programming works, unless there’s an actual person behind this or the company actually created an AI that acts like an actual human being (which he highly doubts)
He starts asking a variety of other questions and one answer makes him even more suspicious. Like how DANIEL has a sister that is also with him and Cujo or that he could really go for a Nastyburger (whatever that was)
But whenever DANIEL answers “I C A N N O T A N S W E R T H A T” Damian knows something is off since that is completely different than to how he’d usually respond.
After a couple more conversations with him Damian notices that DANIEL is currently tapping his hand against his arm in a specific manner.
In which he quickly realizes that DANIEL is tapping out morse code.
When translating he realizes that DANIEL is tapping out: H E L P M E
So when Damian asks if DANIEL needs help, DANIEL responds with “I C A N N O T A N S W E R T H A T”
That’s it, Damian is definitely getting down to the bottom of this.
He’s going to look straight into DALV Corporation and investigate this “AI companion” thing they’ve made!
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Basically Danny had been imprisoned by Vlad and Technus. Being sucked into a digital prison and he has no way of getting out. Along with the added horror that Vlad and Technus can basically write programming that will prevent him from doing certain actions or saying certain words.What’s even worse is that he’s basically being watched 24/7 by the people who believe that he’s just a super cool AI… and they have issues!
And every time he tries to do something to break his prison, people think it’s a glitch and report it to the company, which Vlad/ Technus would immediately fix it and prevent him from doing it again!
Not to mention Cujo and Ellie are trapped in there with him. They’re not happy to be there either, and there is no way he’s going to leave without them!
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bomber-grl · 7 months
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A winter night with Damian Wayne
CW: reader is really lovey dovey and embarrassingly bold
Authors note: I’m aware it’s barely October , I want winter neow
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It had never occurred to you how sensitive Damian was to the cold until he knocked on your door a few days ago, requesting to cuddle on your bed. Now,a week later you hear a knock at your door.
You get up from your bed, going from laying to sitting upright.”who is it?” You call out.
Without a second thought the door swings wide open.“Who else?” Damian says this with a very annoyed tone, almost enough to make you laugh considering his wild bed hair and the Jammie’s that he’s in.
Still you choose silence over him getting upset over being teased.
“Bad dream?” You asked. “No” he replied and then crawled onto the bed and besides you as if it were his own.
You choose to ask another question, “cold?” He glared at you and answers “here.” He grabs your hands and places them on his face, they’re freezing. “Does that answer your question, I always come here because you’re so warm.
“Really?” That’s the reason you come and visit me at night? Not any other reason? You ask this knowing the only reason he ever comes late at night is to cuddle and bask in your affection, still it doesn’t hurt to tease, right?
“Shut up before I leave” he says this but you know damn well he wouldn’t (🤭)
“Sureee… well here” you grab the other blanket and cover Damian with it.
He snuggled in next to you and intertwined your legs with one another, he faces you and begins telling you random things that happened throughout his day despite his very indifferent reactions to your affection.
“ Yknow, I saw this super obese squirrel, it was honestly concerning. why would people continue feeding it when it’s already obese?
Gosh you love him.
Well soon he quiets down and it kinda concerns you. However, before you get the chance to ask he says something.
“Yknow, I did have a nightmare. I know I denied it when you had asked but I actually did. I was also cold, so that wasn’t a complete lie.”
You face him, “do you want to tell me about it?”
He visibly hesitates but then continues, “something…not so good happened to you and me.”
He doesn’t elaborate, and you pull him into a hug. You don’t say anything and just hold him, and although you don’t know it, he really appreciates it.
You pull away “hey Damian, you smell really good yknow? Especially your hair.” He laughs.
Oh his laugh
“Shut up you weirdo” he says this while stifling his laugh. Thank goodness you brought the mood up again.
“Hey Damian”
“What is it?”
“I really really like you” you say this, emphasizing the “really”. Damian’s face was hilarious, although it was dark you could still see it through the moonlight creeping through the window.
To say he was hardly blushing would be a lie.
“Oh, shut up” he pushes you away and turns the other way, but then you grab him.
“Hey look at me”
“N-no get away!”
“Why not? Scared I’ll see your cute face!” This calls his attention and he turns to face you.
“I’m not cute whatsoever!” Now his eyebrows are furrowed accompanied by his very much blushing face.
You grab his hands and trap them “yes you are”
“No I’m not!”
“Yes you are”
“How?!” Damian’s totally falling for your teasing
“Well for starters you’re so cute that whenever I see you I just want to kiss you” you pull him closer.
You swear you hear him whisper something under his breath
“Huh? What’s you say?” You tease
He doesn’t even bother looking up at your eyes, instead he stays staring at your lips.
“I said, then why don’t you? Why don’t you just kiss me already?”
Now it was your turn to get flustered, and you’re not the only one. You guess that really took a Damian out since he now refuses to look at you.
“Really?” You ask just to make sure
“Yes!” He responds embarrassingly fast
You lean forward and you and Damian’s lips collide. He’s so stiff but as you continue kissing he loosens up with your lips against his you begin to hear him let out little pants in between, then you separate.
Damian’s cheeks are flushed and you can only imagine what you look like right now. You suddenly become aware of the time and look at it on your phone.
It’s already 3:00 a.m
“Hey Damian, I really liked our little make out sesh, if we can even call it that, but I think we really need to go mimis now” you show him the time.
“Yea alright…just one more?” He asks.
“Yea” you lean in and kiss him once more, neither of you miss how your lips lingered on his but neither of you mentions it.
He lays down on his back once again as do you, you get the blankets over the two of you and get comfortable.
You snuggle into Damian as he does to you, and you both go to bed with the comfort of each others warmth.
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You both wake up the next morning and when you go down into the dining room where all the batfam are Alfred asks you guys “sleep well?” Queue Tim bursting out laughing and everyone giving you knowing looks.
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Authors note hi guys! Hope you enjoyed and if there is any spelling mistakes feel free to point it out! :)
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incorrectbatfam · 1 year
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Batfam as the bomb they drop on people during normal conversation.
Dick: "I remember one time on patrol—I think it was before I got shot in the head—I followed this funky pigeon to where the entire flock was living inside some old lady's house"
Jason: "I found this jacket after coming back from the dead and added an extra pocket that doubles as a portable charger."
Tim: "My name's Tim, I lost my spleen to assassins, and I'll be your new boss. Welcome to Wayne Enterprises"
Damian: "I remember the faces of all two hundred men I killed. And also the Easter eggs in the Cheese Viking bonus level."
Duke: "You know how Nth metal lets me see into other dimensions? Well get this: I found a bridge that looks exactly like the one I jumped off to get away from the cops only it's on Krypton"
Cullen: "We all have our cringe exes. One of mine was part of a B-list playing card-themed crime family"
Stephanie: "Yeah I slapped Bruce when he came back. He deserved it though"
Cassandra: "Remember when I beat up that guy in the time it took for a grenade to fall on him?"
Barbara: "Throwback to when I led a rebellion against an evil Superman? Wait never mind, that was another universe"
Harper: "My dad didn't fix crap so I had to do it myself. Says a lot about him 'cause this stuff is easy"
Carrie: "I still think the Robin costume is kind of tacky, and not just the Party City one I bought with my lunch money to patrol Gotham"
Kate: "You guys weren't there. That was when I washed up on an island and accidentally caused a civil conflict."
Alfred: "In a different life, I killed the Penguin. Anywho, what would you like for dinner?"
Selina: "I'm not like the other-dimension me. For starters, I don't run a crime ring and I like what I have here a lot better."
Bruce: "Why do I have a Batman budget? Because I'm Batman, next question."
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unmotivatedwrit3r · 4 months
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One in Eleven Million (final chapter)
damian wayne x reader x jon kent
(A/N): And we have reached the end! Thank you to everyone who has been following this story and I hope the ending was worth the wait. I also wrote at least some of this and the last chapter while delayed at a train station/on the train so any offhand references I make to either of those things are because of the haha.
And happy new year!
Series masterlist can be found here.
warnings: anxiety, train stations, small amount of cursing
wc: ~1400
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Jon blinked awake to Damian tapping him on the shoulder. 
“Huh?” 
“We’re almost there,” he said, nodding out the window. Outside, the scenery had changed from the green of Pennsylvania to the cloudy skyscraper city of Gotham. “Alfred’s meeting us at the station. I’ve already asked and he’ll drive them home if they’re comfortable.” 
Jon looked over at you. He couldn’t remember if you or he had fallen asleep first, but he felt privileged that you did at all. Sure, some of it might have been the exhaustion of the last day, but he had a feeling you wouldn’t have fallen asleep if you didn’t trust them to be there and wake you up. Based on your complaints about the station there, there was no way you wanted to end up in Newark. Or New York. 
Jon shook you gently. You opened your eyes, confused, then sat quickly upright. 
“Shit, I fell asleep? I didn’t mean to.”
“If it’s any consolation, so did I,” Jon shrugged. 
“I didn’t mean to miss the last hour,” you argued. 
“Last hour of what?” Damian stood up in the aisle, pulling Jon’s carry-on out from where he’d tucked it in. Jon grabbed his backpack then helped you pull your suitcase upright. 
“Of—thanks Jon—of time left with you guys.” You winced. Maybe that was too honest. Tugging your backpack over your shoulders, you followed Jon towards the exit at the end of the car. Damian stopped at the car door. You braced yourself with your suitcase to avoid toppling over as the train shuddered on the tracks. It really did feel like the plane turbulence from earlier. 
“This stop, Gotham Station,” the loudspeaker declared. One thing airplanes have going for them, you thought, better sound systems. The train’s announcements were barely audible. “Doors will open on the right side of the train. Please watch your step.” Anything further was indecipherable under the burbling of the speaker. 
“Wait, why did you say the last hour?” Jon asked as the three of you took the escalator up to the station's main area. 
“I have no idea how to contact you after this.” You pulled your suitcase over the lip of the escalator with a tug and continued on. Despite the amount of public transportation you’ve taken, Damian seemed to know the station better than you. You followed him as he weaved through the groups of people sprinkled around the area, Jon right behind. 
Damian stopped just outside a side entrance, and you moved around to his other side to avoid blocking the door. Jon followed. 
“We do all have phone numbers,” Damian suggested pulling out his phone. You assumed he was texting whoever was picking up him and Jon. 
“Oh, duh!” 
Jon’s excitement made you smile. The thought had crossed your mind earlier, but you’d dismissed it as a non-starter. You felt a little silly for that now. 
Jon’s phone was already open to a new contact sheet when he handed it to you. You weren’t sure if you’d ever actually given them your last name or if they remembered ever seeing it on your train ticket or boarding pass, but there was bound to be someone between Gotham and Metropolis that shared your first name, so you added it in anyway. Jon took it back from you and started typing. 
Your phone buzzed straightaway. You pulled it out of your pocket, smiling. 
“hi :)” the first message read. It was sent to you and a third number. Then “it’s jon”
“Huh,” you mused, reading it. “I’ve never seen anyone spell it like that before. That’s cool.”
You unlocked your phone, opened it to the group chat, and held it out to Damian. 
“Would you mind? So I don’t misspell your name?”
Damian muttered an assent and took it from you. He returned it with both contacts filled out. 
“Oh, great, thanks.” You chuckled at Jon’s contact. The name, instead of the Jon offered by the initial text, had been filled out as “Jonathan Kent.” Damian’s name, you were proud to say, was spelled the way you imagined it was. The last name was a funny coincidence, you thought, considering he lived in Gotham. 
“Wayne?” You asked, about to make a teasing joke. 
“Like Bruce Wayne, yes.” Damian said, carefully watching your reaction. 
“Like ‘Wayne Enterprises’ Wayne?” He nodded. “Holy shit. Wow, okay, I didn’t expect that. Wow.” You couldn’t read the expression on his face. Some part of you wondered if he was waiting for you to make a comment about his money or his father. 
“Why did you take the train with me?” You asked instead. The concrete was rough beneath your shoes, a noticeable contrast from the smoothness of airport flooring. “You could have easily had someone pick you up. Pick both of you up. So why–?” 
“Because we wanted to,” Jon answered simply. 
“I am not in the habit of making,” Damian hesitated, “friends and then leaving them behind.” 
“Yeah,” Your heart thudded loudly in your chest. “I’m glad we agree on that.” 
An unfamiliar black car pulled up beside you. You took a couple steps back. It was nice, but anything unfamiliar, nice or not, wasn’t worth the risk. 
Damian, on the other hand, moved in closer. He opened the passenger door and said something to the driver then turned back towards you. 
“Do you want us to drop you off at home?”
You hesitated for a moment. Jon was looking hopefully at you. Damian’s “friends” echoed in your head. 
“Yeah,” you agreed. “That would be great.” 
Jon’s face split into a grin. The corner of Damian’s lips quirked up. There was some warm feeling in your chest at the fact that you caught it. You smiled back. 
Alfred Pennyworth, as you learned his name was, stopped the car right outside of your building less than thirty minutes later. 
“I’ll get your suitcase,” Jon offered, hopping out of the car as you collected the rest of your things. 
“Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth.” 
“You are very welcome,” he answered. 
You shut the door behind you, now face to face with Jon. 
“Is a hug okay?” You asked him. “I’m not sure if that’s a thing you do but-“
Jon gives good hugs, you decided immediately. You could feel the weight and warmth of his arms where they circled your shoulders. 
“I’ll text you, okay?” He let go, hands moving to shove in his pockets. “I’ll take a picture of Metropolis when I get home and send it.” 
You smiled at him; there was something concrete to look forward to. Damian came around the back of the car. 
“You’re not a hug person, right?” You asked him. He shrugged. 
“Only for certain people.” 
You nodded, oddly disappointed. Damian opened his arms. 
“Are you sure?” You asked him. He nodded and you let him set the pace, tightening your grip only when he did. Damian was a good hugger too, you realized. You wondered if the older brother you heard of hours ago on the plane and Jon both had something to do with that. 
“You guys know where I live now,” you adjusted your backpack over your shoulder and pulled up the handle on your suitcase. “So come visit sometime, okay?” Your gaze wandered over to Jon. “Well if you’re in town, I guess. Metropolis isn’t exactly walking distance.” 
Jon chuckled. 
“I’m here pretty often.”
Damian scoffed a quiet laugh. 
“We will. And keep in touch.”
“Yeah,” you smiled. “You guys too.”
You gave a final wave before heading into your building. A cloud of melancholy followed you inside. You ignored it, pulling dirty clothes from your suitcase to toss in the hamper before heading to take a shower. 
Hair dripping but finally clean, you flopped onto your bed, reaching for your phone. Three messages were waiting for you. You answered the one from your parent, asking if you’d gotten home safe. The second was an email. You’d deal with that later, after you got some sleep. The third was a picture from Damian. 
He didn’t even make it through my shower, the attached message read. On your screen, Jon was lying on a couch underneath Damian’s large dog. He was fast asleep. 
You laughed and replied, then set your phone down. A nap would definitely throw off your sleep schedule, you knew, but Gotham was nocturnal anyway. You slept the afternoon away.
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vioranhyperfixation · 22 days
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#011 : Dami, do I need to speak the way you do with other people?
Damian : aww, of course not. It's better for you to be blunt with other people.
#011 : then why are you not?
Damian : because I want them to doubt and double check my word.
#011 : I don't need to?
Damian : yeah, I just want to inconvenience them, there's no really other reason.
Damian : although for you, I think it's best to do something else. Since it's bad if there's an overthinker in there that overthink. And there's more way to inconvenience other people.
#011 : like what?
Damian :
Damian : for starter you could say anything in O, like hoy whots op, and act as if everything normal. Walk loudly when you're around them, look at other people when you speak with them and made an 'expression' , switch their drink to milk with the same color, narrative everything..
In the future at the wayne manor
Tim : why are all my coffee milk!?
Alfred : perhaps the hallucinations have gotten into young master and you did not see the milk in front of the word coffee.
Tim : no? I'm sure I'm not.
Bruce : Tim, why don't you just sleep.
Tim : I already triple check!
Bruce : I see, your eyes must be tired.
Tim : it's already happen 7 times! I can't be hallucinating all that's time!
Bruce : yes, yes, you are right.
Tim : I said there's no way it was an accident!
Bruce : hmm
Rafi : ha! Your fault for snitching on my hiding spot.
Rafi : you think me, mister extraordinary. Who's been personally teach by dami. Would not strike back? oh, you're so wrong.
Jason who's helping Rafi in pranking Tim : I like you.
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gothamrumours · 3 days
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Cassendra Adorable At Galas
To the people of Gotham, have you all seen the photos from Friday's Martha and Thomas Wayne Gala, fundraiser that were posted cause OMG. THEY ARE AMAZING AND ADORABLE.
For starters they're photos of Dick doing flips off the chandelier which I'm happy about since it really shows the Flying Grayson in him hasn't left, Tim was also photographed asleep in some salad which I'm quite concerned about about, Damian was spotted staying by his father the whole time. Who was caught in multiple photos flirting and drinking (*sigh* somethings never change). Stephanie was shown to be very photogenic like serious how was there 0 bad photos of her taken, and Barbara's photos were just her talking to people with a nice smile.
Most important Cassandra. My girl looked adorable at the gala, she was hiding behind some currants waving to people, and It was super adorable. I wish we could get more photos of her, since compared to other Waynes she has the least photos taken of her.
Surprisingly there were 0 attacks at the gala too, which is quite the phenomenon since more times then not someone likes to interrupt the rich, at their rich party. That's all for today's new stay tooned
Your Loyal Journalists,
Gotham Rumors
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cardcaptorsakura96 · 16 hours
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Finding Each Other-Chapter 4
Fandom: Superman, Batman, Shazam, and Wonder Woman
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Dick Grayson, Diana Prince, Billy Batson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Kara Zor El, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Lex Luthor, Jonathan Kent, Connor Kent
Summary: Clark Kent always knew he wanted a family. He just always thought it would be traditional like his parents. Little did he know that destiny had something different in store for him.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
As Clark woke up, he felt pressure on his arm and along his side. He opened his eyes and smiled. B was still cuddled in his arms on the balcony lying on the bench which somehow turned into a bed during their late-night fucking. Clark looked around and saw that the sun was out and shining brightly. He loved feeling the sun’s rays against his skin. He definitely needed it. It was the first time outside of battle that he ever felt sore but in a good way. 
B was different from his previous partners. For starters, B was insatiable. He had the stamina of the Energizer Bunny. He kept going and going until Clark honestly lost count of the number of times they had sex after the tenth time. As insatiable as B was, he was a little surprised that B took off everything but his black t-shirt. When Clark tried to pull it off, B gave him a hesitant look which caused Clark to back off. Once he did that, B smirked and pounced on him. It was odd, but he did notice that B had several scars on his legs. 
Maybe he has worse ones on his chest. 
As Clark started caressing B’s leg, he smiled. B’s legs and arms were very muscular. 
He must have a rigorous health regime to stay fit.
“Are you looking for round two?” 
Clark looked down startled to see that B was smiling at him coyly.
Clark smiled while cuddling into B more and said, “I was just admiring is all. I am still recovering from our last round.”
B smirked and asked, “I tired out a big, strong, and handsome man like yourself? That I find hard to believe.”
Clark chuckled and said, “Believe it. I am sore in places that I didn’t know possible.”
B looked down and said, “Oh. Sorry about that. Sometimes, I can come across as too intense.”
Clark smiled softly while pushing B’s face up and gently caressing his cheek.
“I am sore, but in a good way. I have never been with anyone who could keep up with me like that before. It was very refreshing, and something I would love to explore again.”
B smiled coyly and said, “Ah, so you would like there to be a next time.”
Clark smirked and said, “Well, I did ask you on that date.”
B smiled as he leaned in to kiss Clark who leaned into the embrace. They stayed in each other’s arms until B leaned back and rested his head on Clark’s forehead. 
B said, “I look forward to seeing where you take me.”
B leaned down to kiss Clark on the cheek and then started to get up. 
“We should go downstairs and have breakfast.”
Clark looked up at B startled and asked, “Are you sure you want me to stay?”
B smiled and said, “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
Clark chuckled nervously while rubbing the back of his neck and said, “I didn’t want to create an awkward situation between you and your son if he is up.”
B chuckled while looking down at his watch and said, “You don’t have to worry about Dick. It is 8 am right now. Dick is normally not up until after 10 on the weekends.”
Clark breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that Dick was a cute and bright kid, but he didn’t want to have an awkward scene explaining why he was in the house in the same outfit as he was wearing last night. 
The duo got dressed and headed out of the library. As they headed downstairs, Clark noticed  B veered off to stop on the second floor. He followed B curiously until they went to the last room down the hall. Clark marveled at the room as they went inside. It was a huge bedroom. It had a king-size bed, an ensuite bathroom, several dressers, a computer, a TV, a gaming station, and a walk-in closet. As B headed for the walk-in closet, he said, “I just wanted to change into something more comfortable. If you like, you can borrow some of my stuff so you don’t want to walk around in your suit.”
Clark chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck and said, “I’m fine. I don’t want to be too much trouble.”
B smiled while coming out of the walk-in closet dressed in a fitted black tank top and grey sweatpants. Clark nearly drooled at how the whole look accentuated B’s muscles. B walked up to Clark with a blue t-shirt and black sweatpants. 
“I have a spare you can use. It is really no problem.”
As B placed the items in Clark’s hand, Clark rubbed the back of his neck and said, “You really don’t have to do this. I will be fine in the…”
Clark’s eyes widened as he felt the fabric of the items. He looked down at the clothing in shock and began rubbing them more and said, “These are softer than even the sheep I used to help raise on the barn. Where did you get these?”
B looked up thoughtfully and said, “I would have to ask Alfred. A friend of his created a unique cotton polyester blend in his clothing for their shop in the UK.”
Clark kept rubbing the back of his hand against the fabric. 
I have never felt anything this soft. This is so amazing!
Clark looked up sheepishly and asked, “Are you sure you're okay with me wearing this out?”
B chuckled and said, “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mind parting with it.” 
Clark smiled and said, “Thanks!”
Clark quickly put on his new outfit while B went into his walk-in closet again. As Clark finished getting dressed, B came out with a garment bag and placed Clark’s suit in it.
Clark smiled and said, “Thanks so much for this!”
B smiled and said, “You're welcome. Now let’s get something to eat. A certain someone left me particularly ravenous.”
Clark blushed as he followed B downstairs back to the kitchen. Clark was startled to see Alfred not only awake and dressed, but already placing down two plates with food already on the table. 
As Clark and B sat at the table, B said, “Morning Alfred.”
“Morning young Sir. I take it you had a good evening given the smile on your face,” said Alfred as he headed to the table with cups and pitchers of orange juice, apple juice, and milk and a pot of tea. 
B smirked while looking at Clark causing him to blush and said, “I had a really good time last night.”
Clark chuckled while looking down as Alfred came to the table with his own plate of food. After a couple of moments, Clark looked back up and noticed that on his plate were bacon, eggs, toast, sausage, and a stack of pancakes. 
As Clark started to eat, he looked at Alfred thoughtfully and asked, “Do you guys normally have breakfast at this hour?”
Alfred smirked and said, “No, not on the weekends. However, I had a feeling you guys might be up. If you come around here long enough Master Clark, you will realize that I am aware of everything that happens in this household.” Alfred turned to Bruce with a raised eyebrow, and said, “And I mean everything.”
B paused eating to give Alfred the side eye while Clark nearly choked on the apple juice he was drinking.
Did he hear us last night? Crap! I hope I didn’t leave a bad impression.
B went back to slowly eating his food and said, “I hope we didn’t disturb you last night, Alfred.”
Alfred looked up at Bruce with a raised eyebrow and said, “I did get an unexpected surprise when I went to the library to return the book I was reading this morning. One might remember to want to close the balcony door next time.”
Clark nearly spit up his food. B looked over at Alfred sheepishly. 
As Alfred went to take a sip of tea, he said, “I just hope that the young Sir would let you stay in one of the guest rooms next time. While the balcony has an amazing view, it does get chilly out there at night.”
B chuckled sheepishly and said, “You never hold back your punches, Alfred.”
Alfred smirked while drinking more tea and said, “No, not at all.”
Clark looked at Alfred mortified and sputtered, “I…am…so…sorry. I…know what…it….must…have…looked…..like…”
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