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cipheress-to-k-pop · 20 days

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Hello, Happy Holy Ramadan. I know your request box is closed, but when your request box is opened, can you make this request? if it doesn't bother you, could you do Long Ramadan headcanons for Damian Wayne and the reader? I saw your Damian wayne x muslim reader post before. And I thought it was appropriate to ask you this. If this request bothers you, feel free to ignore it. Have a nice day 🩷🩷🩷🤚

Ramadan HCs

Muslim!Damian Wayne x Muslim!Reader

hey there sweetheart and Ramadan Mubarak <3! firstly i'm so sorry that it took me so long to respond to the ask! im ashamed it took me a year honestly. requests are closed but i still wanted to be able to write for this because we obviously need more muslim representation and also the last time i posted the muslim hc for damian there were just so many of the readers who texted me or sent asks or commented saying that they really appreciated the representation

anyways i wasn't sure if i was going to respond or not because it has been a year but since it is currently Ramadan and it's going to end very soon I figured why not

Thank you for being so respectful in your ask, I really appreciate it and I hope you like it. Hope you have a very blessed Ramadan and wishing everyone a lot of health and happiness during this time. Even to my non-muslim readers, I hope you all are doing well and you're all healthy <3333

also i know that there is a very slim chance of this happening because all of you are amazing but i will not tolerate any hate of any kind. if you

your first Ramadan after being married to Damian was certainly a new experience

before being married, you were just used to your parents handling everything for you

by the time you wake up for suhoor, the table would be set

by the time you'd be home from university, your mother would be waiting by the door with a date and a glass of water

so now that you were married and you had to handle everything on your own, it took a little bit of getting used to

luckily for you, Damian is a very hands on type of man

he's the kind of person who'd just drink a cup of water or a glass of milk, maybe a couple of dates or a fruit and he'd be ok for the remainder of the day

but god forbid you even think of doing the same thing

he'd just about have a heart attack

absolutely not

initially, he'd request Alfred to make meals for you so he could bring them home for the both of you to have suhoor together

just until the both of you got the hang of it

after that damian would either help you cook before patrol so there would be food ready for the both of you

or he'd swing by some restaurant that was open and grab some takeout for the both of you

he'd heat up the food and set the table and making sure everything was absolutely ready before finally waking you up

practically carrying your sleepyass to the table and handfeeding you so he can make sure you're eating properly

since he handles suhoor, you handle iftar and keep the table set so you can eat together

you could always just stay at the manor so you wouldn't have to worry about the meals, like bruce or dick have suggested so many times

but you prefer living alone with your husband

no offense to them at all

but it's just easier for you to maintain your modesty at your own home

anyways

your marriage gets really tested during Ramadan

the two of you are barely getting any sleep and it's difficult for you both to get used to

the only time that you both spend together and are completely present is when he should be patrolling

the lack of sleep makes you both kind of cranky

and it's difficult to not snap at each other

eventually you both get pretty tired and exhausted and just slip into routine

but of course it's nothing some sleep and some time spent together can't solve

and since you've been trying to reduce watching movies and listening to music during the holy month, you end up playing board games together or going for long drives together where you just talk and talk and talk

you thought you were extremely secure in your marriage

that was until you saw damian pout and give you the silent treatment after losing a game of gin rummy

then claiming you shouldn't be playing a game called 'jinn' in the first place

not swearing or talking shit during ramadan was especially hard for him

especially with tim and steph yelling 'fi ramadan?' at him everytime he makes even the slightest snide comment

you find it hilarious but i digress

whenever you go to the masjid for nightly prayers, damian and you will go and find a new ice cream place to try out late at night

you mention in passing how the women's side of the mosque is so bland compared to the men's and damian immediately looks into getting the mosque refurbished so that you and other women can enjoy it

damian's shoes get stolen once and the great detective actually couldn't find out who it was

you hear him complain about it constantly

CONSTANTLY

this time is when you both really lean into the adorable muslim couple aesthetic

matching prayer mats with each of your names embroidered on it

matching tasbih

and other things you get the picture

you both go all out for ramadan and decorate your home from top to bottom

since you both don't really celebrate many of the western holidays, he really wants to make this a memorable time for the both of you

and so do you

you hold an iftar party at your place many times with all your friends and family

it started out with you just inviting everyone but eventually it became a weekly potluck, which you really appreciated

bro damian is more excited about Eid than you are

he literally has to keep reminding you to get your dress ready for Eid al fitr

because he wants to get a jubbah in a matching color and surprise you

you know how you have those cute texts of girlies asking their bfs for their opinions on their nails?

the exact same thing

except with HENNA

you send him like 100 different pictures a week, planning which design you want to wear for Eid

he responds to all of them with utmost seriousness

obviously, he's an artist

he knows whats the difference between arabic and indian designs for henna

but secretly he's wondering why you're sending him so many when you only have 2 hands

but um hello he's never going to tell you that

because it's ramadan and obv ramadan related stuff is going to be appearing on everyones fyp he has to deal with both you and dick sending him videos of the scholars being funny (iykyk)

hey guys let's start ramadan w a bang

also has to deal with jason asking him CONSTANTLY how he's still able to walk around when all the demons are supposed to be locked up for the month

plus he has to now deal with you watching mukbangs and restaurant reviews and crying to him about how you're starving

why on earth did silent asmr mukbangs of wingstop get so popular only during ramadan?

believe me every single prayer damian makes during this month, he is thanking god for bringing you to him and praying for your health and your happiness

when you found out, you cried in his arms for a good solid 5 minutes

he also secretly kind of prayed for kids on laylat ul qadr but you didn't hear it from me

not only is this month really special for the both of you, you take it as an opportunity to give back

damian has wayne enterprises run soup kitchens for the entire month and they serve all people meals as well as suhoor and iftar

you both volunteer there personally

you donate money of course and damian will tell you that everytime he does it, he feels fulfilled in a way he never has before

you honestly feel so proud of the man you feel blessed to call your husband

also, like the perfect husband he is, he sends gifts and food to your parents

who quickly begin to regard him as better than your own siblings

much to his secret pleasure

uk i wish i could keep going

honestly ramadan is such a magical and rewarding time of the year

and you are so happy to spend it along with damian

P.S.

while damian completely understood the point of sacrificing a goat for Eid al adha

he still cried about it to you the night before out of guilt

you definitely donated the meat that came out of that

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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 13 days

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Is this my soul, still? (is this my ghost, again?)

carry me slowly, my sunlight (these colours, they fade for you only) - series masterlist here

pairing: damian wayne x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.3k

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: damian has nightmares and issues and anxieties poor boy, it's all very nice and soft though actually

a/n: annnd here we go <3

There's a softness that exists in Damian's life these days that he finds himself stumbling in, a gentleness that feels out of place - foreign to him. Sometimes it's a comfort that you're by his side, tripping with him, into him. It isn't always, though. On nights like these, he finds himself wishing he was anywhere but laying next to you, silk sheets cold and strange against his skin. It's his home, yes, the penthouse he chose with you and the bed he bought. But sometimes… sometimes this isn't his life at all.

There's a furrow in his brow, a tense set to his shoulders as he rolls over in bed, away from you. And the dreams, the dreams, they curl around his mind as he stumbles in and out of sleep. Sometimes it all comes back to him, the League and his life there, the voices in his head telling him that you belong on the end of his sword. Sometimes he thinks, in that dazed, dreamlike way, that it's perfect that you're asleep next to him - caught completely off guard. It's a part of him that he's tried to bury, the part that demands he reach over and wrap his hands around your throat.

When he finally wakes fully, gasping and sweat soaked and trembling, he tries to stay oh so still so that he doesn't wake you, the remnants of his dreams rolling over and over in his head. Wayne, he tells himself. I am Damian Wayne. I am not Al Ghul anymore. I do not have to feed on that bloodshed anymore. But there is a part of him that never dies, an act of violence that he cannot kill. Damian Al Ghul is alive and well, and he reaches hot, sun-touched hands to wrap around his heart, strangling him from the inside out.

Sitting up slowly, Damain wills his breaths to come out long and slow, forcing himself to feel the expansion of his lungs over and over. Glancing towards your sleeping form, a relief washes over him when he sees that you're still sleeping - that his torment hasn't woken you, hasn't touched you in any way. Damian Al Ghul doesn't weep in his bed, he thinks - before he can stop himself. He wonders, almost desperately, if you prefer that younger, wilder version of him. He wonders if you really love him, or just the memory of what he used to be.

As he stares down at your sleeping form, the stillness that creeps over the two of you begins to be too much for him. He slouches back down and under the covers despite the heat from his skin. Easing himself lower, he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your frame to pull you into him. Something deep inside his heart is soothed at the way you curl against him, pushing your head into his chest in your sleep. Some part of his soul feels unbroken because of it.

Reaching slowly, he curls his hand around yours, his fingers pressing against your inner wrist as a need to feel your heartbeat thudding against the skin and into him grips him, a desperation to know that you're alive and safe.

Of course it's that that wakes you, of course it's his gentle, loving touch smoothing over your skin that feels unnatural enough to rouse you, your eyes blinking slowly up at him as you take in his wild eyes and tousled hair.

"Dames," you murmur, your voice sweet in a way that makes his heart stutter as you reach a hand up to smooth over his cheek, leaving your other firmly in his so that he can keep his fingers on your pulse. "What's going on, hm?"

"I just couldn't sleep, beloved," he murmurs back, his lips finding your forehead. "It's nothing to worry about. Go back to sleep." His hands and voice shush you gently, a soft lull that pulls you back towards sleep. But you know, you can see it in him - feel it against him. Something isn't quite right.

"Damian," you chastise softly, but the breathy quality of your voice as you fight sleep undermines your authority. "Talk to me."

"I had a dream that I lost you again," he answers, face buried in your hair. There's no resistance anymore, your love for him the only thing he needs to surrender. "I had to make sure it wasn't real." His fingers press into the pulse in your wrist as he speaks.

"Again?" you inquire gently. He tightens his hold on you.

"Well I did, once, didn't I? I lost you, I… I left you."

"Oh," you breathe, smoothing a hand through his hair. "That was a long time ago, love. Neither of us are the people we used to be… and neither of us need to keep repenting for sins committed when we were children."

"Hm," is Damian's only response, his fingers smoothing over the skin of your inner arm, finally leaving their post of being pressed against your pulse.

"It wasn't your fault… and you're not going to lose me again. I'll always come for you, yea? I'll always find you." It's a good promise, coming from you. Reliable. It's always been true, and Damian wills himself to find comfort in that, to find truth in your love for him.

"We're… not, are we?" He asks tentatively - carefully. "We're not who we used to be. I'm… not."

"No," you say easily. "You're not." Damian looks at you pointedly at your words and you shrug, smoothing your thumb over the furrow between his brows.

"Does that upset you?" He asks. You shake your head no and shoot him a look. Of course it doesn't, he sees in your eyes. He huffs out a sigh. "Do you… do you love me? Now? Or is it - is it some kind of loyalty? Is it me that you love or is it the memory of what I once was that you're chasing?" You still at his words, sitting up to look down at him with your eyes hard and jaw set.

"I'm not chasing you, Dames, I have you." You flick his forehead as you speak, a subtle indicator that you're not irreparably angry with him. "And of course I love you now. There is no ghost that could keep me here, tied to this life - not even yours… we're our own people now, Damian. It's why we can choose to love each other." You lean forward as you say that, touching your forehead against his gently and letting your eyes close.

Damian sighs deeply, smoothing his hands up your sides and letting one roam up your front. His knuckles brush against your throat lightly before settling his hand there. Your pulse is stronger there, of course, and he can't help but notice that it's steady and slow, even with his touch wrapped around your neck.

"I love you, Damian," you say gently, a clarity ringing through your voice as you dip lower to press your lips against his. "And I trust you. I -" But whatever you're about to say is cut off by Damian pulling you to him, knocking your arms out from supporting you to press you against his chest, holding you tightly, desperately to him. You let him, of course, pressing your face into his neck and kissing the skin that you can reach there.

"I love you," he says in that strong, determined way of his. "And I'll… I'm…" The words seem to leave him then, escaping him as he holds you to him.

"I know, Dames," you soothe, letting yourself be pulled closer still. "I know."

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1tabbymore · 4 days

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This is fanart of one of @spooklies FICS‼️‼️

It’s called “Young forever” and I’m actually in love with it right now 🤩

I had the idea for this fanart while on spring break so it’s been a while, but I’m happy with the way it came out (kind of)

I feel like I could’ve added more detail or maybe change the background color, but I was kind of stuck with it for a while and just decided to post it, sooooooo yea but I’m happy with it nonetheless :)

BUT GO CHECK OUT THIS FIC (if you want :)THE WRITING/PLOT IS SOOOO AMAZING 🤩🤩🤩

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luwritesomething · 1 year

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Damian Wayne x Reader: slow mornings.

Words: 596

Reader pronouns: not stated (was coded as black reader since this was written with my oc in mind)

Warnings: None, just fluff. Like, a lot. Also, too short.

Edited?: Not yet, sorry.

Summary: Damian has get out of bed and workout, but you're too bewitching.

Author's note: I wrote this with my DC oc, Blake, on mind. She's black, so I guess you could find this little blurb somewhat black-coded. It accepts every type of reader, really, no skinny or hair or skin or eyes mentions, so there you go!! If you've liked it, know my requests are open w the anon option. I also mainly listened to Farewell, Neverland by TXT while writing this lol. OF COURSE, this is older!damian we're talking about.

Criticism is appreciated and request are open! Hit that anon button and tell me your idea! The list for the characters I write is HERE.

Damian always woke up before you did. His routine was rather strict, but simple if he followed it right, and he had enough discipline to follow through with it everyday. A quick breakfast, a heavy workout, a proper breakfast, a heavier and more physical workout, showering and meditation, then the rest of his day. Considering the amount of responsibilities he had as Wayne Enterprises’ VP, he had to wake up really early to fulfill his routine during work days and still arrive on time to the building. Weekends were easier, because they were slower and lacked obnoxious work meetings, and he almost never missed his workouts. Almost.

When he woke that morning, early enough for the light coming through the window to be still weak, his first impulse was to slide out of the bed — pushing the white sheets off his body. But he had barely moved in order to do that, when he noticed your arm around his torso. It made him smile slightly, lovingly, watching your hair all messy around your face, semi buried in the soft, silk pillow.

Damian had had to go to bed before you had even been able to get out of your company’s meeting. In one of the intense but short lived breaks in between your meeting, you had called him and asked not to wait for you, and out of pure exhaustion Damian had actually listened to you and gone to bed once midnight striked. So, this was the first time he was seeing you since early the morning before that.

At least you hadn’t been tired enough not to take your makeup off out of sleepiness, given now she was barefaced. Your skin shone there where the sun, shyly coming in from the barely pulled together curtains, caressed you; and Damian couldn’t help but follow with his eyes the path of happiness on it. His smile widened as his eyes moved slowly, thumb coming to caress your arm again and again and again and again. Damian knew he should have forced himself to lift from the bed more than five minutes ago, but how could he when you could bewitch him by just existing?

Damian’s fingers drew patterns everywhere he could reach, gently easing up as you awakened as you snuggled closer to him. You hid on the crook of his neck, groaning quietly when Damian tickled you slightly, but a smile blossoming on your face because God, it was hard to be mad with Damian when he was this soft. You looked even more precious now to him, as your eyes fluttered, fighting to keep them close.

“Good morning, beloved.” He whispered to your ear, ticklish enough to make you chuckle cheerfully and writhe involuntarily against his body.

You rolled to the side to face him better, but you didn’t open your eyes just yet. “I thought you had to workout today.”

“Something more important came up.”

With that, your eyes opened, glimmering sweetly — Damian’s breath almost caught on the back of your throat. He wanted to stay like this forever. “Oh, yeah?” You hummed, eyebrows up and slightly teasing. Damian just stared, knowing well you appreciated the way he would include you in his mornings from time to time, putting his discipline aside. “And what is that?”

Damian’s lip corner twisted slightly, prompting that charming grin of his. His hand came to your waist, squeezing with the right amount of strength to make you feel terribly loved and important, and then his grin twisted to a genuine smile. “Why don’t you stay and find out?”

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1-8oo-wtfbro · 10 months

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Damian Al Ghul- Wayne fic recommendations

(THESE ARE ONLY A COUPLE TELL ME IF U WANT MORE OR A PART 2!!)

BrickSheep is one of my go-to ppl for Damian fics and content and just one of my OVERALL favs. they do great work and their writing is spectacular.

Satisfaction Brought It Back, by commanderquill. it’s a fic where Damian doesn’t end up with the Batfam when he comes to Gotham, but instead with Selina, and they become paw-tners in crime.

Spoiler Alert!, by almondrose. I really liked this one and thought it was inspiring bc i LOVE “time travel”/“supernatural” fics (it’s not rlly specified). i thought the concept was something ppl should expand

So, You Come Here Often? by Kate_Sylvester. It’s an amnesia JonDami fic that’s sweet and funny with some emotions! Cute Awkward flirting (if u couldn’t tell by the title)

I’m Where I Need To Be by BrickSheep is one of my ALL TIME FAVS!!! fem!Damian (who might seem OOC but it makes sense given what Damian’s gone through/how she was raised in this au. since Damian’s personality is very hinged on his upbringing i think this fic did a good job on showing how different the character would be if their experiences are different.), and i love the relationship between her and her family!!!! very sweet and wholesome and i did cry so much at the end (and throughout the whole thing-)

Who Broke It?, orphan_account. i liked this oneshot. it’s funny and the family shenanigans are hilarious (especially Damian’s reactions to them-). i loved the sibling solidarity and thought it was nice and realistic.

Don’t Be Suspicious by CarrionCarnival. This one is a funny one ab Damian accidentally getting high, and it made me wanna write Stoner Damian fics. It’s silly and pretty cute, with protective older siblings coming in at the end.

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coffee-latte-sprite · 2 years

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Damian Al Ghul and the Annoying Reporter

Series Masterlist

Epilogue

Aged up!Damian Al Ghul x fem!reader

WC: 2,000

Warnings: blood mention (nothing graphic, it was used as an example), language

Synopsis:

A year after the famous interview with Damian Al Ghul, life isn't as good as she thought it would be.

“Hello and welcome back viewers to Metro News. I am your host Camilia Carmen and here today with me is the CEO of People’s Press, Y/N L/N.” Camilia said as her bright smile stared back at the TV camera.

“Hello everyone.” Y/N said as she sat by the TV primetime news anchor.

“Thank you so much for taking time out of your incredibly busy schedule to speak with us today Y/N.” Camilia said as she turned towards her guest.

Y/N smiled and waved her off, “Of course! I have been watching this show for years, big fan.”

“Oh thank you! And we are very big fans of your new book and news outlet. Your book,” Camilia brought out Y/N’s book and showed it to the camera, “is now the #1 bestseller not only in the United States, but now in France, Germany, Italy, South Korea, and coming up into the ranks of other countries. How does this success feel for you?”

Y/N blushed, “You know, this fame doesn’t quite feel like I am famous. Many people come up to me and ask me for an autograph and a picture and go on their way with some words of praise. The fame of my book though, did help my company to take off which I am truly grateful for.”

Camilia jumped onto the transition segment.

Y/N has done so many interviews, she knows exactly how to transition seamlessly.

“Yes, your company is also dominating as a news article distributor, the People’s Press. This company is also doing significantly well, even better than your competitor the Daily Planet. Its CEO has not given a statement to its recent surface of favoritism.” Camilia said with a twang of venom.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile. She proved all of them wrong. She proved her boss wrong, her parents, her best friend, and even her dog wrong.

“My company truly is my pride and joy. I am glad I am able to create articles about our local and international news. I want to bring new and young and old voices alike to retell stories or their take on recent events. It has created a healthy work environment for all workers and everyone is benefiting from this, my writers and readers.” Y/N said with passion. Her joy was contagious as everyone in the room felt her extreme happiness for the new direction of news and diversity in voices.

“Very well put Y/N. Also, speaking of new voices, in your groundbreaking novel, you brought a new voice to light and helped all of us have compassion for our enemies. Would you like to give a little explanation to your book, or inspiration?” Camilia asked as she sat back in her chair.

“Oh of course! My novel, How to Shatter an Heir, is about my experience towards the heir of the League of Assassins. I wanted to expand on his personal stories and trama. He has experienced so much since the literal day he was born. He lost a childhood and a father. I wanted to show the world their is more to a villian than just a sword and blood.” Y/N said as her heart sped up faster. She couldn’t hear her own voice anymore, it was just the thrumming of her heart.

“And you definitely accomplished that, but are you sure there was nothing else to this novel?” Camilia asked with a sly smile.

Y/N deflated and anger rose up in the back of her throat. “Yes, in this novel I wanted to show how a person is more than their parents and who they have a relationship with.” Y/N said pointedly.

Camilia picked up on the hint and dropped the subject, “Well, thank you so much for your time today Y/N and again, congratulations on your success, you deserve it all.” Camilia smiled and turned back to the camera, “thank you for your time today viewers, and remember, Superman, is for all.”

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Y/N walked down the rainy sidewalk as people ran past her with their hoods up and racing against the raindrops. Y/N didn’t mind, she was to lost in thoughts to care about her hair or jacket.

Besides, the rain reminds her of when Damian left.

She doesn’t remember what happened to her after she was kidnapped, she just remembers pain, being shot, then Damian’s embrace. After that, all was fuzzy.

She remembers waking up in a hospital and being all alone. She never saw Damian again, but all of the nurses kept saying how their was a man who was frantic in making sure she was okay.

It was definitely Damian by the description, but she didn’t understand why he would leave her with nothing more than $1,000 to get home.

Y/N was broken from her thoughts when her phone rang, she picked it up immediately. “Hello?”

“Your dog hates me and you need to come home.” Jon said from the line as she heard Bella barking.

After Y/N created her company, the Kent's son, Jon, knocked on her door and asked if he could work with her. And as one for cold revenge, Y/N hired him on the spot.

He was her personal assistant as he helped her with everything. She was honestly thinking of giving him the company if she were to retire anytime soon.

“Bella does not hate you, she just misses me.” Y/N said as she laughed to herself.

“Yeah, well come home.” He said bitterly.

“You can go home Jon, I’ll be there in half an hour.” Y/N said as she stood under a near by awning.

“Thank God! Okay, bye!” And the line went dead.

Y/N laughed to herself and looked up at the rumbling sky. This is what fame and fortune felt like.

Y/N then frowned.

If this is what it felt like, then why was it so lonely?

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Y/N kicked off her heels and threw her wet coat across the back of her couch. From her wealth, she was able to move from her little apartment to a penthouse suite, and from this she adopted more little furry friends, which Bella wasn’t 100% sold on as she liked the attention only on her.

“Bells, I’m home!” Y/N yelled as she stretched out her back and legs.

Only silence welcomed her back.

“Bella?” She asked again as this was out of the ordinary.

She then started to run around the suite looking for her dog.

Then, as she got to her room, she saw a dark figure over Bella on her back. She screamed in terror as she picked up her lamp and chucked it at the figure.

They cursed and jumped out of the way.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” A man yelled.

“Bella!” She screamed as she ran to her dog, who was very much alive and happy. She jumped up and was wagging her tail with her tongue hanging out. “Wait, you’re okay?”

“Of course she is!” The man said again.

She then turned to look at the intruder to stop in her tracks.

Before her stood a Damian Al Ghul in a tailored suite and slicked back hair.

“Damian?”

“The one and only. And I see your aim with your lamps has gotten better.” He said with a slight chuckle.

She didn’t share the same happiness.

All joy of seeing him left in an instant, “Get out, you have no right being here and breaking an entry.”

Damian stilled as the smile dropped from his face.

“Don’t you dare give me that look. You left me, remember? You left me in a country I didn’t know and I was scared. When I literally needed you the most of all of the time we were together, you were nowhere. All I got was that some man was worried about me, nothing else. So get out!” Y/N said as the sting of tears was strong, but she would not allow herself to cry, not in front of this coward.

“I knew you would be mad,” He began.

“And you still did it anyway?” She said coldly.

He winced, “Yes, because Slade’s men were still after me.” He said reluctantly.

Y/N stopped for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“Slade was gone, but his ideology was still strong. All of his men were still after me, they thought you had died. I saw them in the lobby of the hospital, and I ran. Of course, they followed, I then . . . got rid of them. I wasn’t sure how many more of Slade’s men were still alive, so I left. I knew you were safer with me gone. I wish I stayed, you have no idea how that ate away at me.” Damian confessed as his shoulders slumped.

The rain outside hit the glass harder as the room was drenched in darkness, but neither of them cared.

“I then left for my father's in America. My mother, I knew, wouldn’t help me, so I left for my father’s. I didn’t know if he would help me, but apparently, he is known for his charity.” He said with an eye roll. “Father took me in with no questions asked and has housed me for over a year. He has been training me to become his successor since his first, second, and third son did not want the company.”

“What is the name of the company?”

“Wayne Industries.”

Y/N’s heart stopped. Wayne Industries was the first company to invest in hers. She couldn’t believe it.

“So, why are you back? Asking for a refund since I did get rich off of you.” She asked as she wrapped her arms around herself.

Damian coughed, “Actually no, you got rich on your own merit. Without your crazy, suicidal, idea of interviewing a murderer, you would not be crazy rich.”

Y/N blushed, “Thanks, but why are you really here?”

“Well, Titus misses you, and I thought you would like. . . to see him again.” Damain said awkwardly.

“Oh, if it for Titus, then of course!” She said enthusiastically.

“Although, there is someone else, someone very naive, stupid, and suicidal who also wanted to see you again.”

Y/N paused, “who is that?”

He paused, “Me.”

“You?”

“Me.”

“Why?”

“This is so hard. Well, apparently, you have lasting consequences! You have weakened me and made me insomniatic with the thoughts of you!” He said exasperated.

Y/N gaped, “W-w-what?”

“You have,” he stepped closer, “bewitched me. Body,” he took another step, “mind,” step, “and soul.” His fingers pushed her hair behind her ear, “I’m in love with you.”

Y/N's heart thundered in her chest as she was in sheer disbelief.

“And I wondered, are you in love with me too? Or am I a fool?” He asked if his heart echoed hers.

Y/N smiled, “You are a fool.” His heart dropped, “but you are my fool.” And she leaned forward closer towards him, waiting for him to catch her, he did.

“Well, how fortunate am I then.” He responded and leaned down to her lips.

His lips ghosted hers as his heart squeezed, he wasn’t enough for her. No one was good enough for her. She deserved the world, she deserved all the stars in the sky.

Y/N spoke, her voice barely heard, “you’re my universe.”

And Damian’s lips crashed into hers. Their lips locked together in perfect harmony as each of their souls shined bright. No storm, assassin, or mother could get between him and his annoyingly perfect reporter.

A/N: wow, this is it. This feels so unreal that this series is over. I have been doing this series for a year and this is the end. This is my favorite series I have ever written and thankful for the journey. I hope everyone loved it as much as me! <3

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phoenixinthefiles · 3 months

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"HEALTHY" part. 4 ...🔷

It's been a month and some change but I'm still here for this @vhstown @daydreaming-en-pointe @noharaaa (idk if you're into the batfam nini but lemme know if you didn't want me to tag you for it) it's also on ao3

Damian keeps a small smile on his face the whole way to the airport.

It's not because he's actually happy, but because it's part of his (barely formed) plan.

His grandfather often told him that he was born to conquer the unconquerable, and that he had the power to subdue an enemy in is blood.

Not that he's comparing the new baby to dangerous foes, his grandfather's just never given him...domestic advice. What do you expect from a war veteran?

The point is: Damian is an al Ghul. He was born with a mind made to draft plans in dire situations. Honestly, grandfather would be appalled to know that it had taken him this long to devise a plan of action. He'd found out about the baby a month ago not to mention the fact that his parents have been formally divorced for well over a year.

Wasting time like that would have been fatal in war.

Dick glances at him in the rearview mirror when the pull into the airport parking lot but Damian doesn't let the smile slip from his face.

He does hate airports, and he doesn't want to leave, but he has to.

His goal is to keep from having to fly again in the future; he can't accomplish that by throwing a tantrum in the parking lot. At this point he actually needs to get on the plane; grandfather is the likely the biggest supporter of the divorce, but if Damian is subtle enough, he may be able to extract information from him.

And the only way to do that is to walk through the private airport that should have flooded from all the tears he cried in it, and board the al Ghul private plane.

He's barely out of the car and Dick is already by his side fretting over him.

"You sure got everything."

Damian nods as he slings on his backpack.

His brother nods and then kneels on the disgusting concrete and looks him in the eye.

"I mean you're on your own with your mom, but I could probably talk Bruce into letting you stay in Blüd for a few more days. So are you sure you're ready?"

Not at all, I want to stay.

He doesn't say it, he can't say it. He has to go to 'Eth Alth'eban and talk to his grandfather. He has to keep up his facade and not let anyone know what's actually going on in his head. He has to draft up an actual plan to get his family back.

He has to walk through this airport, that somehow reeks of bleach and is still dirty, and board a flying tunnel of titanium if he wants to truly be happy.

And he wants that more than what temporary comfort he may find if he stays with his brother for a little longer.

"I'm fine Richard."

His brother nods and takes his hand before standing, because for some reason his older siblings insist on holding hand when they're out in public. Dick is the only one Damian doesn't put up a struggle with.

He does send his brother a token glare when the man smiles down at him.

As they walk through the building Damian is glad, he decided to leave his suitcase at the Manor. He still lives there so it doesn't matter if he leaves his close there, and despite the fact that his family uses a private airport, check-in is still a nightmare.

They literally own the airport, why does it matter that Dick isn't flying?

As they get closer to lounge where Bruce and Talia are waiting, Damian's chest starts to tighten.

His brother clearly picks up on his anxiety. Dick gives his hand a squeeze and looks down at him with a sympathetic smile.

Damian manages a small, genuine smile back and steels his heart.

His mother is sitting on one of the sofas, ramrod straight and staring straight ahead. While his father stands at the bar facing the doorway, he instantly plasters a smile on his face when he sees Damian and Dick walk in.

They were arguing.

They're always arguing, Damian tells himself.

The seven-year-old further consoles himself with the fact that, should talking to his grandfather prove productive, there won't be any arguing by the time the baby comes.

Well maybe some. Before the divorce his mother and father often bickered playfully.

Before the divorce, he never remembered anything from his early days, but after everything was finalized, it seemed his brain knew he needed to be cheered up and suddenly he could recall everything.

He'd only been three and he was in the kitchen trying to convince an eleven-year-old Jason to give him his grapes.

He'd managed to manipulate his brother by widening his eyes, pouting, and tearing up. Jason had always been soft for him.

His mother and father had watched the entire interaction and his mother tutted over him and shot his father a mischievous smirk.

"I couldn't be prouder."

His father had narrowed his eyes, "I'm sure you are proud, he learned it from you."

I don't know you aren't proud; it's an important skill to have."

"Emotional manipulation?"

"You are so short minded, Beloved. Damian and I simply enjoy exercising the brains of those around us. It is not our fault you are all so soft and sentimental."

Jason, who'd been washing off more grapes at the kitchen sink, shot her a betrayed look."

Damian snaps out of his head and rushes over to hug his mother.

Despite all of his complicated feelings he still missed her sorely.

She holds him as if she knows it, because from the way she gently pets his hair, to her near silent murmur, "Shtaqtellak, Habibi,"-her entire demeanor is apologetic.

His father is different.

When Damian pulls away from his mother to turn to him the man's face screams frustrated. His brows are pressed unnaturally flat and even as he smiles his jaw ticks.

He still opens his arms in invitation and Damian gladly accepts.

"Did you have fun with Dick?"

Damian nods, unable to find the words to verbally lie.

His father's hug feels as strong and secure as always but he's also gripping Damian like he doesn't want to let him go.

Damian pulls away when he feels like he's about to cry.

"Where's Jason?"

Talia clears her throat and smiles gently at him, "Your brother thought it more prudent to stay and welcome you when you get back."

So, Jason said it was a waste of time, great. Damian had been hoping his brother would be here to diffuse the tense atmosphere, or at least to distract Damian from it.

"The plane and pilot are ready, we were only waiting for you, to depart." Mashallah.

The goodbyes between his parents are quick and stilted.

Damian wraps his arms around his father's neck when the man reaches down to hug him. His father takes the silent que and lifts Damian into his arms. He sways slightly and presses a kiss to Damian's temple before putting the boy down.

"I love you, be good."

Damian takes a deep breath...in...out.

'I love you too Baba, and I'm sure you won't hear anything about mischief."

His mother tries to stifle a chortle behind him, and his father raises an eyebrow at the both of them.

"Because you'll on your best behavior, or because you'll be being sneaky."

"One of those."

His father rolls his eyes and ruffles his hair. Damian squawks indignantly and hurries to fix it.

"He gets that from you."

Damian looks up at his mother, please don't take it the wrong way, please don't take it the wrong way.

She rolls her eyes and rests her hand gently on top of Damian's head, "If he manages to keep anything from you, I can only be proud."

A small smile crosses her face and when Damian turns, he sees it mirrored on his father's face.

He did it.

He said the right thing and brought those smiles to their faces. It's not much but a moment of parental camaraderie is better than nothing.

It's certainly enough to put a real smile on his face as they board the plane and his father waves to them from the runway. Well, he's likely only waving to Damian but his mother waves back.

Despite the spaciousness, his mother chooses the sit directly next to him.

He squeezes her hand gratefully when she grasps it in hers.

"Are you excited to return home, ya hayati?'

To half of his home?

"I'm eager to see grandfather."

Her hand tenses for a moment but she forces a small smile. Damian pretends not to notice.

It was probably just and argument with his father.

He smiles wider to himself; those will be resolved soon.

(Levantine) Arabic: Shtaqtellak- I missed you Mashallah- God has willed it ya hayati- my life

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sepia-stained-sunset · 1 month

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Chapters: 1/1

Words: 2.4k

Fandoms: DCU (Comics)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Damian Wayne & Talia al Ghul, Past Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne

Characters: Damian Wayne, Talia al Ghul, Bruce Wayne (mentioned)

Additional Tags: Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne-centric, Light Angst, Emotional Hurt

Summary:

The smog of Gotham obscures the night sky, and the den of the beast is palatial.

He gains new wings. He puts on a mask, and he gets to leave himself behind to be someone entirely different.

Or, like a vine drinking up sunlight, Damian is raised on stories.

For the wonderful @goosesugar🫶

#damian wayne fic #talia al ghul fic #damian wayne #talia al ghul #bruce wayne #damian wayne-centric fic #dc fic #feel free to reblog #feel free to leave comments and/or kudos #my fics #my ao3

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hearteyeshayley · 1 year

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I’ve been writing batfam fics like it’s my job. Here are a few recently completed ones

Sore Loser … Tim used to throw fights on purpose to make Kon like him more and turns out Kon is a sore loser

The Talk with Dick and Damian … Dick gives Damian the talk but one of them thinks it’s about sex and the other thinks it’s about murder

Damian Wayne vs. Prom … Damian takes Jon to prom and angst angst angst accidental coming out?

Capture the Flag (To the Death) … the Wayne family plays capture the flag until Gotham is in ruins

To All the Vigilantes I’ve Loved Before … Tim writes letters to everyone he’s ever had a crush on and Damian sends them. The vigilante community will never be the same, especially Kon who agrees to fake date Tim until the drama dies down

Tim and Kon vs. The World … Tim prank calls Kon and tells him he's becoming a supervillain. He expects him to laugh or be annoyed or hang up. Kon doesn't. He believes him. And he's into it.

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river-bottom-nightmare · 2 years

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a brief list of how to be a compassionate and kind human being: as told by and demonstrated by grayson

○ put yourself in someone else's shoes

"and how exactly am i supposed to do that?" damian asked, trying exceptionally hard not to snap. "i'm damian al ghul-wayne, i can't imagine being anyone but myself."

"you do undercover missions well enough, don't you?" grayson said dryly, fingering through a couple protein bars. the organic foods aisle was not the place damian would have chosen for a conversation such as this, (in fact, he wouldn't have had this conversation at all), but grayson seemed unconcerned as he weighed the 24g protein vanilla bar with the 22g protein chocolate-chip-cookie-caramel bar.

"that's different," damian argued. "that has a purpose."

"this also has a purpose, damian," grayson said, his voice having the audacity to be nothing but warmly amused, nothing but water-softened logs at the bottom of a brook, gently keeping the entire river flowing.

"then please," damian said sarcastically, "enlighten me as to what that purpose is." then, he reached over and grabed the box of 24g chocolate-peanut-butter protein bars and shoved it in the cart. grayson always forgot they were his favourite, and remembered right as he started up the car. best to just remind him now.

○ exercise kindness without people pleasing

"isn't that," damian said, squinting, "the entire point of being kind. so that you please other people."

grayson hummed, tilting his head from side to side as if to say not quite. he was dressed plainly today, his black sweatpants and grey shirt blending into the background of the city park, which is what they needed. but it was so utterly devoid of the life grayson normally displayed, it was a little startling. damian had grown accustomed to ribbon and golden sparks and the wild gleam of a smirk.

"well, people-pleasing and trying to please other people are different things," grayson said nonsensically, "but that's not exactly what i'm talking about."

damian kicked a rock out of frustration, then narrowed his eyes at the gleam of metal in the roots of a bush. "your ten o'clock, i believe it's a remote timer."

"good," grayson said, which had damian glancing at the older man, wondering when he'd spotted it. "one more lap, and then we can head to grastava's to start the stakeout."

damian almost groaned. nobody had ever told him detective work was so boring.

grayson jotted down a quick note on his phone about the position of the possible timer, then continued. "it's more like doing nice things without expecting anything in return. no praise, no gratitude, no recognition. just—being kind for the sake of being kind."

"that sounds like a waste of time," damian said, rounding the corner of the paved hike. keeping an eye out for any more nefarious buried electronics, damian spotted a coke can under a couple leaves by the base of the tree. it shone sickly bright, out of place in the worst way.

"indolent fools," damian grumbled under his breath, then bounded forward to pick it up. there was a trash can on the other side of the pathway, and he darted over to drop it in before returning to grayson's side, missing the proud little grin between the man's dimples.

○ to become compassionate, first practice self-compassion

"i can't get it!" damian cried, training and decorum being the only things keeping him from throwing his bo staff on the floor.

"yes you can," richard said calmly, balancing on his hands with the staff balancing on the arch of one outstretched foot.

"this was never something taught in the league. i don't know this."

in one smooth movement, richard tumbled, carrying the staff with his momentum, then kept rolling forward as the staff flew in the air, spinning neatly until it was caught by one steady hand in an upright position. "that's why i'm teaching you."

using the staff to swing himself over to damian, richard melted down to sit cross-legged in front of damian, his gaze like light shining off the edge of a blade, forcing damian to look up. damian fought to keep the waver from creeping out alongside his voice but, well, this was richard.

"i don't know this," he said, quieter.

"that's why," richard repeated, also speaking around the words like a delicate fruit, "i'm teaching you." with a sigh, he slumped to lean on his bo staff. "you're ten, damian. i don't expect you to know everything. in fact, i'm glad you don't."

"but how else am i supposed to—"

"you're not supposed to do anything, damian," richard said. "you're a kid. i want you to learn, i want you to grow, i want you to try things you don't already know just for the fun of it. or, like now, i want you to try your hand at a useful skill that'll help you in the future, regardless of how much you know right now."

and that baffled damian, it really did. if he didn't understand and master what his trainers taught him as quickly and efficiently as he could in the league, he was punished. it made for the most skillful fighters. nothing more complicated than that. and yet—

"come on," richard said, as if holding out cupped palms to coax a little bird into them, trembling and hooting and terrified. "your follow-through is good, and you've got the momentum down. you just need to work on the timing."

with a stuffy sniff, damian slowly nodded. "just have to work on the timing," he repeated, then hauled himself back up on the training mat.

this is so rough oh my god. ghaehgiehigahei i just had to get the idea out so here.

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loreoftheforgotten · 11 months

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before i forget again, you guys should check out my first dc fic :D

it’s an alternate meeting/canon divergent au where the batboys are taken in all at once instead of one at a time :3

#batfamily #dc #batfam #jason todd #tim drake #batman #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batman fic #damian wayne #batfamily fic #batfam fic #jason todd fic #tim drake fic #dick grayson fic #damian wayne fic #bruce wayne fic

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butwhyduh · 2 years

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After reading the teen!dick Grayson I keep thinking about Bruce having to give The Talk to the boys even if they say I know what I’m doing (cough Jason cough). We know he would try hard to not be awkward but it would still be super awkward

Lmaooo okay I can do that.

Dick

Dick and Bruce stared at each other silently for a full 45 seconds. Dick didn’t have anything to say for himself. Bruce didn’t know what to say.

“It isn’t mine,” Dick answered and realized it was worse. Bruce opened his mouth and closed it.

“Then.. then whose is it?” He finally said. Dick winced.

“Uhh Roy’s?”

“Roy’s? Are you and he-“

“No! I mean- he gave them to me- because-uhh,” Dick stammered. “I’m dating Starfire- Kori.”

“Hng, okay,” Bruce said as he tried to formulate a plan. He had caught Dick with a box of condoms which isn’t the worst thing. It felt like the worst thing but a pregnancy or disease would be worse. Be cool, Bruce thought to himself. “I’m glad you are thinking about being safe. Are you and her… active? Sexually?”

“God, Bruce! No! We haven’t- nor anything like that yet. Roy was just being a jerk,” Dick said, his face was bright red. “He’s just like that.”

“Right… umm, I haven’t really given you the talk or anything yet and uhh- you’re old enough and dating someone. So have you learned about, uhh sex in school? Like class?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah, we learned about parts and diseases and stuff,” Dick said, sitting on his bed awkwardly. Bruce leaned against his desk.

“Okay cool. Yeah, right. Umm, but did they teach you about like protection?” Bruce asked.

“Uhh- no. Not really I guess,” Dick replied.

“Okay, we’ll… let’s Google,” Bruce said and Dick’s eyebrows rose almost to his hairline. “Like educational videos.” Bruce typed in sex Ed videos and found a comprehensive video and both he and Dick watched it. Bruce even made a Hmm noise at stuff he hadn’t heard of before.

“So… that was.. that was it,” he muttered. Dick nodded in agreement. “Do you have questions?”

“Uhh, no.”

“Good. Good. We have patrol tonight and you can leave condoms on Alfred’s shopping list and no questions asked,” bruce said, basically escaping the room.

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Jason

Bruce sighed and put the mattress back down. Jason stood by his closet door, playing with the hem of his hoodie. Bruce was so quiet it made the boy stressed.

“Look- we can just get rid of it,” Jason started. “My friend Tommy got-“

“I’m disappointed,” Bruce said and Jason froze. “These magazines, they are disrespectful to women. And frankly, they are so far from what sex is that it’s scary.”

Jason just stared at Bruce.

“If you want pornography, and I’m against it because you’re too young, but this kind won’t be in my house,” Bruce said. He crumpled up the hardcore fetish magazines and stood up to leave before changing his mind.

“I didn’t- I didn’t like them,” Jason admitted in a mumble, looking at the floor. “He gave them to me and when I looked at them, they looked mean and stuff. So I hid them there and was gonna throw it out later.”

“Oh and your friend is interested in that?”

“No he took them from his dad,” Jason replied. Bruce nodded in understanding.

“Okay well, I’m got a video that we should watch,” Bruce said, pulling up the one he watched with Dick. Jason stared at the kinda out dated video but Bruce wasn’t wrong about the info.

“Do you have any questions?”

“What’s a holla back girl and a scrub,” Jason asked about some slang used in the video.

“You know, I still don’t know…” Bruce replied. “Ask Dick sometime,” he said before moving to the door. “And exploring your interests is great but not this way,” he pointed to the magazines in hand. “I’ll throw these away for you.”

“Okay.”

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Tim

“Thanks Robin!” Said a teen girl he saved from a house fire. Before he could say anything, she hugged him and then kissed him on the mouth. Tim stood stiff as a board as she quickly pulled away. He didn’t move as she ran into the crowd.

Bruce pulled his son away from the crowd who had cheered at the kiss and toward the batmobile. Tim went quietly in a daze. He didn’t even say anything in the batmobile ride to the cave.

“Alright chum, let’s have a talk,” Bruce said as he pulled off his cowl. Tim gulped and nodded as if he was in trouble and that worried Bruce. Tim sat on the bench next to the computer bay. Bruce pulled up a chair across from him. Tim looked extremely nervous.

“Timbo, I wanted to talk about tonight-“

“I didn’t mean to! I mean I didn’t plan to- she kissed me!” Tim interrupted.

“I know. And you aren’t in trouble. I’m fact I wanted to ask if you were okay,” Bruce asked.

“I’m- what?” Tim replied thoroughly confused.

“Are you bothered that she kissed you like that? People should ask before kissing other people. She should have asked.”

“Oh… I guess I’m fine.”

“I also realized I never gave you the talk. Did your dad- did he tell you?” Bruce asked.

Tim huffed out a laugh. “No.”

“Oh…. Okay. I would like to show you a video and then I’ll answer any questions you have,” Bruce said pulling up the video. Tim sat and watched the whole thing intently.

“Do you have any questions?” Bruce asked. He felt confident. He had 2 boys already ask all their questions and everything.

“Yeah, uh I get the part about dating a girl and stuff and that’s cool. Helpful even. But what if I wanted a boyfriend? Not that I’m saying I do…” Tim trailed of. Bruce almost started hyperventilating. He had forgot gay was even an option.

“I… I will research and get back to you,” he sputtered. A week later he found another inclusive video that both he and Tim watched. Bruce also started making huge donations to lbgtqia groups in Gotham.

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Damian

Bruce would love to say he was an expert at giving the talk but he was far from ready when Damian tossed a magazine with Bruce and Selina on the cover. They were on a private balcony alone in a heated make out. Bruce could remember that they moved things inside before it went anywhere. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t traumatizing to Damian.

“Father, what you do in your spare time, that I’ll never understand, is your own and should be private. I don’t want to know about your promiscuous-“

“Alright Damian.”

“They are calling you a DILF in school,” Damian added dryly. Bruce noticed but didn’t acknowledge that Alfred was studiously cleaning a nearby counter as the boy talked.

“I was not expecting to photographed on a private vacation but I am sorry that you saw that,” Bruce said.

“Are you trying to have a baby with Selina?” Damian asked bluntly and Alfred almost dropped a vase he was cleaning.

“No I am not. I would think our house is already pretty full. Why?” Bruce replied calculated.

“Then why are you both engaging in sex of all things?” Damian asked. Alfred froze in the background.

“Damian? Do you think sex is only for creating children?” Bruce asked, now concerned. He had expected some bad education on sex but most kids were fairly interested in it at 14 or at least thought about it. Bruce was now waiting tried that Talia or Ra’s has said or done something to make Damian sex repulsed.

“Why else…” Damian started and trailed off confused.

“Because sex is enjoyable. It’s something people in relationships do together even when they don’t want children. Have you never thought about sex before?”

Damian flushed. “Not really. I have no interest in having children so I never really considered it..”

“Your mother or Ra’s never said anything-“

“No. No they didn’t. I- I believe I may be someone considered asexual. I read one of Drake’s books and I have no interest in marriage or children. And I have never considered that sex and procreation were separate. I will have to think on that,” Damian said, pointedly looking out the window to the courtyard.

“Right,” Bruce said, thinking quickly. “I am proud of you no matter your orientation. But if you decide that you want to be sexually active, I would like for you to speak to me so you can be safe. I have some videos we can watch-“

“I know about protection. But.. I will talk to you if I need to,” Damian said before leaving the room.

Bruce stood there for a minute before turning to Alfred flabbergasted.

“I will refresh the condom bowl in the cave locker room, sir. And perhaps add pamphlets on use,” Alfred added before also leaving the room.

#dick grayson fanfic #nightwing fanfiction #robin fanfic #red hood fanfiction #jason todd fics #Tim drake fic #Damian Wayne fic #Red Robin fanfic #batman fanfic #Bruce Wayne fanfic

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morpheus-girl · 1 year

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Swear I’m not going crazy...

I don’t know if it’s because I’m stupid (totally must have forgotten to <3 this one), or if I somehow had some weird ass fever dream I can’t rid myself of; but I swear I read a DamianWayne x Reader series fic where the two of them were at College/ University. There were dorm rooms involved, classes, and the reader was introduced to a lot of Damian’s friends (Civilian identities, of course - at least to begin with) who welcomed her with open arms. These friends including, though not limited to: Jon, Cas, Wally, etc... <- at least I’m pretty sure, I (think I) remember reading this a while ago.

ANYWHO....

If anyone has any idea of what I’m talking about; if you remember sharing in this amazing fever dream as well, can you PLEASE help a fellow simp out by shooting me the link if you have it..? I’m like seriously craving to read it again TT.TT

#older!damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #helpasimpout #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x y/n #the superior robin #robin x reader #batboys #damian wayne #damian wayne fic

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hopeworth · 1 year

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one line, any fic

tagged by @sunlitlemonade kissing u on the nose

pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

strong enough to carry him (dick & jason h/c)

“Go fffffff – fuck yourself,” Jason’s hands shot out wildly before it clung loosely to the material of Nightwing’s suit. Despite his words, he wasn’t letting go.

take my heart clean apart (dick & bruce h/c)

“You’re not ruined, Dick,” Bruce said, “You’re perfect.”

the myth of freewill (bruce & jason h/c, UTRH au)

Bruce’s hand slid down to Jason’s nape, holding him. He said, “I know, son.” Jason almost laughed. A little more than kin, he thought hysterically, and less than kind. He was no longer a son, not since he wasn’t avenged, not since he came back and saw his replacement, not since that day in the graveyard with Hush and Clayface.

it hungers (kyle, fridge horror)

You need to live—open the fridge door. You are nothing without the food inside. They die and you eat and they live on inside you, as you. Eat it. She will always be a part of you.

ugly organs (jason, post forever-evil)

How do you say – I don’t want winter to end because then spring will come without you. I step outside and my throat closes up because snow reminds me of the last trip we went on before I died. Birdsong reminds me of the one thing that ties us together other than our dad. We no longer buy Cheerios.

ship in a bottle (hal & kyle, on the parallax retcon)

You will never know that he did this one thing for you. No one will because as far as the universe is concerned, this is the truth. He has made sure of it.

missing robin (damian, post forever evil)

Damian didn’t understand. If he was meant to grieve his brother’s death, then why was the world not grieving with him? He didn’t understand.

chekhov's gun is jammed (dick whump, be mindful of the tags)

If he pulls the trigger, Bruce will never forgive him. But it’s okay, because he won’t have to live with the consequences. It’s easy like that.

offer me that deathless death (solo-levelling fic)

He stared at the suspended darkness only he could see and the abyss stared back. There were things in his head in his blood in his shadow invading every inch of his being scouring and violating each corner of his head like a demented inspector for the vessel of a god and how long could he hold out for with this feeling that the very force of his existence will rip him apart?

heavenly way to die (dickroy h/c)

“I think I’m in heaven,” Roy said and the lips being framed by that perfect face curled in distaste – or something else. “Because I see an angel.”

Dick – Nightwing said, “If you die, I will kill you.”

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DAMIAN WAYNE HEADCANONS !!!

ah, love of my life. this man right here got me years ago into learning more about the batfam and now here i am. you can say it’s kind of his fault. anyways,,, no one asked for this but my brain did.

requests are open! hit that anon button and tell me your idea!

warnings: swearing, hadn’t been proof-read.

damian’s head is a MESS. don’t get me wrong, the guy is a little genius, but imagine the chaos of languages he has -- arab, english, chinese, i’m a hundred percent he knows russian, urdu is nanda parbat’s official language...

because of this (^^) he just sometimes shuts down and stays silent. he can’t even think.

he loves all animals but he can’t handle insects. jason found out, and damian bribed him with a collectors special edition of classical books. nobody must know his weaknesses.

he writes in cursive, i have no clues but also no doubts.

words are difficult for him, that’s why he talks the way he does -- so professionally, like he is from another age.

can stand tim (in small amounts) but no longer they will always have an intellectual rivalry -- it’s probably more from damian’s side rather than tim’s.

he still feels like he has to hide that he looks up to dick.

damian searched what fanfiction was. he’s scarred for life now.

he’s straight up bored of paparazzi. he’ll go lady gaga on their ass and stare at the ones that are hidden in a bush trying to take pictures of him in secret.

also he will go full cole sprouse on the people trying to take pictures on him while he’s walking through gotham (this means he will snap pictures of the civilians before they snap a picture of him. camera duels, that’s the name)

listens to A LOT of music. everything his siblings listen to, he does too. classical music is his favorite, however. (also enjoys jazz).

taking care of his animals and his duties as robin are his favorite activities.

doesn’t understand social media, but still uses it. he’s too stubborn to admit he’s bad handling that.

too lazy to figure out how to cook, but if he tried in the slightest, he would be an amazing cook.

damian is an incredibly fast learner. it amazes the fuck out of bruce how many new things he can learn in just one day.

he grows to be an actually very kind person, but his snarky remarks and dry humor never disappears.

likes the addams family. what a surprise.

doesn’t get horror/slasher movies. he keeps getting bored and doesn’t react to the jumpscares. jason says he is dead inside, which everyone agreed on.

they don’t know (^^) that damian is making a superhuman effort to not kick someone when the jumpscares occur because this little guy has his senses to the maximum all the time.

can’t be bothered unless someone is being ignorant or trashing about his family. he’s the only one that trashes about his family >:(

texts like a grandpa but at least he knoews what’s happening (most of the times)

like jason, damian has been kicked out of the wayne family chat numerous times.

has an elderly person soul except for when he’s fighting. then he’s a vicious little shit-

plays piano. no, i will not elaborate.

will correct your grammar in a condescending tone of voice.

“don’t patronaze me.” @ everyone.

has general knowledge about a shit ton of things. and since he doesn’t know how to properly socialize (canon) will spill those facts in order to start a conversation during galas.

has threatened the police -- 10/10 will do it again.

damian couldn’t care less about gossip but since he’s a good listener he always ends up knowing the tea about E V E R Y T H I N G.

cocky bastard. that’s it, that’s all i’m saying.

he has no idea how to handle compliments. it still makes him freeze whenever someone says he’s cute or has pretty eyes.

“no.” (damian’s answer every time someone calls him cute).

believes in soulmates and in love at first sight, not as a superficial concept but as a ‘i’m clicking and mystically attracted to this person rewardless of their looks’.

reads A LOT.

never as much as jason, and also he doesn’t just read like narrative books -- he reads those thick books about how to do things, biographys, and studies about subjects he randomly knows about.

barely sleeps, if he ever does.

sleep is for the weak™

(^^) proceeds to randomly fall asleep during patrols or family dinners.

acts like a brat but he actually isn’t -- it’s so complicated to explain, i hope someone just gets it.

at 17 he’s taller than dick and almost as tall as jason. suck it, @ everyone who mocked his height.

jon kent is his Best Friend™

(^^) damian told me himself.

he’s very handsome (canon lolz)

no but like, i mean, he will actually be one of those men you think ‘good fucking lord, he’s handsome’

damian thinks selina is cool.

has a lot of anger and frustration inside. it calms him down knowing jason also has problems like those because it makes him feel more... normal.

because normal is something damian would have liked to feel if he hadn’t been conceived to be perfect.

he would love six of crows -- would really like kaz brekker.

secretly enjoys the ya genre, will never admit it out loud.

#damian wayne #damian wayne headcanons #damian wayne headcanon #batfam #jon kent #!!!!#batfamily #damian wayne fic #robin #fifth robin #fourth robin #ask me for a part 2 #im begging

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