#Damian never called himself the only blood son

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #5

Demon Twin AU except Damian never had a blood son phase:

Damian would like to start saying he is not at fault for this….miscommunication. Truly, how was he to know sharing the same blood as Jasmine and Danyal would make them “siblings”? Not once has anyone mentioned such absurd claims. He has never and will never treat either of the two the way he would Richard or any of his other siblings, but apparently sharing the same donors when being created automatically makes people siblings.

Worse, father is upset at him and mother for “hiding away” two of his “children” from him. Richard and Thomas will not stop staring at him. Todd, Brown, and Drake will not stop laughing. Cassandra has not stopped looking at his body language since this whole encounter started. Alfred is giving him his patented disappointed face he oh so hates but what is he to do?

Damian was not hiding anything or anyone. Jasmine and Danyal have not nor will they ever be his siblings. They are the children of Jack and Maddie Fenton just as Richard and the rest of them are Bruce’s children. Blood has nothing to do with family. They are at best “god-siblings” or “cousins” if father refuses to believe they are simply childhood companions.

There is barely a hint of emotion as father purses his lips while his siblings continue looking on at him in disbelief. Damian is not understanding why they are having trouble comprehending such simple logic. It is common sense to know that siblings are the children at least one of your parents have raised other than yourself. Parents are the people who raise you. Talia raised him therefore she is his mother. He lives with Bruce who is now raising him and therefore he is his father.

Neither Talia nor Bruce raised Jasmine or Danyal, therefore they are not siblings. It is merely coincidence that he shared blood with both Bruce and Talia. After all, every time he’s visited Amity Park, most children look nothing like their parents. How can it not be coincidence when it is clearly far more normal to raise children who don’t share an ounce of blood with you, than those who do.

How can it not be normal when Jack Fenton took Jasmine in so easily knowing he didn’t share any dna with her? Even more so with Danyal who doesn’t share even a drop of blood with either Jack or Maddie. Look at yourself father. Out of all your children, only one shares your dna. Do not try and pin this on Damian for being the only sensible person in this family. Blood siblings, ha, don’t make him laugh.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dc x dp prompt #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc crossover #danny and damian are twins #they and Jazz are all bio siblings through Bruce #but only Jazz and Danny think of each other as siblings #Jazz is Bruce and Maddie’s kid #Jack is infertile #Talia being a great bff to Maddie offered up Bruce’s dna #this changes everything and nothing at the same time #Damian never called himself the only blood son #Talia and Ra’s never instilled it into him knowing Jazz and Danny were around #Damian still had a superiority complex but only because he was heir to demon #the batfam told him to call Jazz/Danny to fact check #unfortunately for them neither Jazz or Danny knew this either #they were all taught that blood didn’t mean shit by both the league and their parents #for Damian this included Bruce too (which he is now slowly regretting) #it also wasn’t until the batfam saw danny that anyone found out danny and Damian were twins #no one in amity ever really thought about why danny and damian looked so similar #amity park is big on adoption #very few of them actually gave birth to their children #this only enforced the thought that raising a child who you sired isn’t common #Damian uses amity park as a reference for what’s considered normal #Bruce almost had an aneurism when he found out about Dan and Ellie

[bluerosefox]

Family Resemblance

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I had another 11pm brain worm.

Enjoy

-x-x-

Daniel Wayne, the younger toddler brother of Bruce Wayne and the son of Martha and Thomas Wayne had been kidnapped the night their parents were murdered.

Daniel had been snagged the moment their killer heard people headed to the alley and Bruce in his state of shock didn't realize it until it was far to late and could only scream in horror (from everything) as his baby brother is crying his name. (If you wanna make it even more heart wrenching, make it Danny's first time being able to say Bruce's name right and/or Bruce had said some mean things to Danny earlier after he accidentally broke something of Bruce's, something like 'I wish youd go away' or 'I never wanted a brother, you're such a bother!')

Bruce is being held by Alfred as some police officers are chasing down the Wayne's parents killer while some stay behind to see if they could do something.

Minutes turn to hours and as they wait, praying the police at least found Danny, Bruce is ridden with guilt. From his parents death to allowing his brother to be kidnapped.

Eventually the police return to give Alfred and Bruce the news. And it's not good.

The killer escaped and Danny was nowhere to be found.

And it would take many years before he would be found.

-x-x-

Bruce gets a call from Damian during school hours one day. When he answers he is greeted with Damian demanding him to get to the school and explain himself.

Confused Bruce asks what does he mean and Damian responds with

"The two new students in class today are the spitting images of you and I father! Either they are poorly created clones or you have more hidden blood children!"

-x-x-

Meanwhile the very students being discussed are calling up someone too

"Ellie? Dan? What's wrong? You better not have made too much chaos already, I just paid for the uniforms for that place."

"DAD! I THINK ANOTHER ONE OF THE FRUITLOOPS FAILED CLONES SOMEHOW SURVIVED!"

"What?"

#danny phantom #danny fenton #crossover #dp x dc #blue rambles #danny phantom dc #writing ideas #random idea #dpxdc #bruce and danny are siblings #danny was a toddler when he was kidnapped #somehow someway he escaped or was dumped out of Gotham #due to how young Danny was and how traumatized he was about that night he forgot everything but his first name #no one really connected the dots that Danny was the missing Wayne child #mostly due to no public photographs of Danny #he had been born very early and no one was sure he was going to make it #and going to the theater had been his first time being finally allowed out of the manor #only for it to end in tragedy #years later though #Danny moves to Gotham with his kids #a deaged and raised from infanthood Danielle 'Ellie' Fenton and Dante 'Dan' Fenton #Damian was not ready to see them #he thinks theyre poorly made clones since one looks more like his father than him and the other is a girl #or more secret children his father didnt know about #Ellie and Dan think Damian is an escaped clone of Vlads #Bruce and Danny meet at the school and Bruce nearly has a heart attack at the young man who looks so much like his parents #Danny is a bit weirded out because Bruce looks very familiar somehow

[rboooks]

Alfred's Boy: Part 2

Bruce felt his blood pressure rise as Damian shoved another pair of swimming trucks into his cart. His youngest insisted that he needed something flattering, as his previous outfit was "functional but not attractive to the youth of today."

Damian had never cared that he wasn't up to the trends, but that was before Danny moved into the manor. Now he had to wait hours for Damian to find a satisfying outfit, knowing darn well its only because Danny mentioned he was interested in taking a dip in the inner pool.

The boy, technically being staff, felt it was essential to ask permission before taking a swim. Bruce had spent years telling Alfred he had free range over the manor, only to always have the man ask before doing anything. He hopes Danny won't develop the same habit.

He wanted the young man to feel at home with them.

His younger children- who honest to God forgot they even had a pool- had all scrambled to go swimming with Danny. Tim had practically thrown himself over the table to change from his WE suit into his swimming wear, Duke use his grappling hook to zoom up the stairs and Steph begged Cass to lend her a bikini.

Damian remained seated, despairing that his old swimming shorts had been bought by Dick the year previous. Dick had gotten him green shorts with little cats and dogs. Damian- who refused to even go near public pools- wore them to the family pool with no desire to purchase new ones since he saw no point in it.

And now he was paying the price for keeping childish wear. Personally, Bruce thought they were adorable and perfect for his fourteen-year-old son, but being two years younger than Danny gave him a terrible disadvantage, and Damian could not afford falling futher behind.

He just sat there, staring longingly at the retreating back of Alfred's assistant after telling him he had nothing to wear. Danny had told them he could join the rest another time before scurrying away to finish his cleaning of the right wing.

What else could Bruce do besides offering to take him to the nearest outlet mall and get him something nicer?

"Damian are you almost-"

"I am ready, father. Make haste to purchase our wears. Daniel must be finishing his duties, and I wish to get back." His son announced, yanking the cart out of Bruce's hand and practically running to the cashiers.

Bruce sighed.

It's not that he minded his son's crush on a boy or that it was Danny. It just felt like he shouldn't be encouraging his children to try and romance someone going through a lot.

Alfred had forbidden anyone from looking into Danny's background, and he had respected the request. There was a lot Bruce and Batman were willing to do but defying a direct order from Alfred was not one of them.

(Honesty, if Alfred ever turned evil, Bruce's contingency plan for him was simple: Die.)

Danny took his assistant butler job very seriously. Often wearing a neat and pressed suit, finishing his work in record time, well mannered and very intelligent but kept a distance from the family. Alfred also had a small wall of professionalism but he would crack a joke and be in their presence like a grandfather.

Danny only spoke when spoken to, tried to refrain from being notice and basically kept the reminder that while he liked them all he was always going to be a employee first and foremost.

Maybe it was due to his parents? Danny probably couldn't relax until he felt safe once more. Not for the first time, Bruce wondered what type of monsters the Fentons had to be to make a boy capable of discovering the Batcave without so much of a blink, flatter.

"Father!" Damian called impatiently, tapping his foot before the nervous-looking teen who what been attempting to ring him up.

The Wayne's made everyone nervous.

"Yes. Yes. Here put It on my card-" Damian snatched it out of his hand before Bruce even took it out completely from his wallet.

Suddenly his phone rings. Seeing that Damian could handle punching in the Pin, he accepted the call, not bothering to check the screen.

All his children have personalized ringtones, so only one person would cause Gun and Ships from the Hamilton musical to blare from his phone.

"Jason-"

"Bruce!" Jason yells in a wheezing voice "Tim almost drowned!"

What.

"Is he alright!?"

"He's fine!" Jason assures, voice breaking to manic cackling. "He's just really embarrassed. He forgot about the bruise on his back, so when he tried to do cannonballs with Danny, he cramped up. Danny had to help him out of the pool and then lectured him about jumping in the deep end because of peer pressure. He thinks Tim can't swim, Bruce!"

Bruce felt a headache building behind his eyes. "Jason-"

"Wait, wait, there's more! Do you know how Steph never wears bikinis because she is uncomfortable? Danny clocked that as soon as she walked in and offered her the old t-shirt he was wearing. Took it off right then and there, and do you know what Steph did!? She walked into a wall! A wall Bruce!"

"Jason-"

"Duke hasn't stopped staring at Danny. I think his brain is in a permanent blue screen. I'm actually thinking he's-"

"Jason!" Bruce cut in which finally seemed to get his second oldest attention. Don't get him wrong, he was thrilled that Jason was spending so much time around the manor but the constant updates on his children tripping over themselves for Danny was not well for his heart. "I think you need to make sure your siblings give Danny some space. The poor chum might not be comfortable-"

"I'm not helping you stop Danny from finding true love, old man"

Bruce rolled his eyes as his son hung up. He can't wait for school to start up again. Danny will be homeschooled by his own request and Alfred's agreement but at least most of his kids will not be around him as often.

His phone started playing Sk8er Boy and he considered not answering. He really did but honestly his son probably needed him.

With a sigh he presses the accept call button "Tim-"

"He thinks I can't swim Bruce! He banned me from the pool!" Tim sobs and Bruce sees Damian perk up, happy Danny had put distance between one of his suitors ans himself.

Was it too late to ask Alfred if he was sure his contact Clockwork had no where else to foster Danny?

Being Batman on the night all his rouges broke out was easier then this.

( Part 1) (part 3)

#dc x dp crossover #Alfred's boy #part 2 #Bruce is tired #Jason is having the time of his life #Danny just wants to work #hes not aware they like him #he just thinka rich people are weird

[lazycats-stuff]

What about Batfam x male reader where the reader was actually the first child Bruce adopted and he was the practice child. He hated growing io because Bruce had really no idea what to do and then the other kids came along and now Bruce kinda understood what to do. He hates family time because he never felt like family, he was just some doll the others could practice on so later they wouldn't make mistakes. And i imagine at some point they snap. I feel like what if Damian brought over Jon for dinner and Jon was like "oh I thought Dick's the oldest, you never told me about (reader)" and reader just slams down their fist and goes to their room. At this point the rest of the family try to comfort them but the reader only screams about how they never were a son or bother, they were only a practice doll for them to use and then throw away

This has angst written all over it... Ah. Angst train it seems... Also, I think I changed the end a bit, but that's fine...

Summary: (Y/N) was nothing but a test child for Bruce. He finally lets them have it

Warnings: angst, resentment, author sucks at angst, but hey, I tried, yelling, mentions of anxiety, the fam is trying, (Y/N) is mad beyond belief, implications of child neglect... If you can call it child neglect.

(Y/N) (L/N) was the oldest member of the Wayne family and the first child that Bruce had adopted. (Y/N) didn't have a good life at all before he met Bruce. (Y/N) could also argue that Bruce didn't treat him well as well, since being emotionally unavailable is not a good trait to have when you have children.

As the years went by, he hated growing up in the manor and with Bruce. He had food, a roof over his head and some sort of education. But that wasn't enough. The feeling of resentment that (Y/N) had has only grown as the years went by.

The feeling of being a test to Bruce, to see what he need to improve made his blood boil. He was a test pancake for Bruce and some sort of feedback to Bruce. It made (Y/N) mad beyond. Bruce could have gotten his shit straight when he started to have him as his legal child.

(Y/N) wished that he could forget everything about Bruce. About the family too. Even before Dick came, resentment building up in him nearly exploded. Looking back, he should have exploded on Bruce and Dick... Maybe even punch them. Maybe he should have done it.

When Dick came, (Y/N) saw signs that Bruce was improving, but he didn't show that to (Y/N). Years went by and Damian came. To say that Damian pretended that (Y/N) didn't exist is an understatement. (Y/N) tried to get closer to Damian, but Damian always pushed him away. (Y/N) took the signs and gave up, sadness and anger boiling inside of him. But he did observe Damian and Dick. In matter of a few days, they were close.

Dick did it without even trying.

So, (Y/N) has decided to alienate himself from the family, at least until he gets enough money to leave. Thankfully, the resentment towards Bruce and the rest of the family made him even put everything he had in school, even though no one cared about it. He had straight As and he was on his way to go to college that was far away from here. He knows that he can do it.

Even as Tim and Jason came, (Y/N) tried to be close to them, but none of them cared. None. (Y/N)'s solace became his own room and would avoid the family at all costs until it was time to eat where he had to step out. That only solidified the fact that he was going to leave as soon as possible.

Either way, he just had to alienate himself and move out. Then, everyone in the house would be happy.

However, everything would turn on its head when Damian would bring his boyfriend Jon over to meet the family and by default (Y/N). If only (Y/N) knew what would happen.

Dinner rolled around and came down to eat. He didn't expect to see Jon, but was nice to introduce himself to Jon, trying to be nice and just get this stupid dinner over with. He put some food on his plate and just ate in silence while everyone else talked.

He listened to bits and pieces and just stayed silent. He finished his plate quickly and pushed it away and sipped at his water, just being polite and getting ready to leave back at his room.

" Damian, you didn't tell me anything about (Y/N)... I thought that Dick was oldest of the brothers. " Jon said and (Y/N) froze.

Damian didn't tell Jon about him...

(Y/N)'s anger boiled over and he slammed his fist into the table before standing up quickly, knocking the chair over. Everyone got startled at the actions and watched in silence as (Y/N) left the dining room.

After a few seconds they all jumped into action, trying to stop (Y/N) to comfort him. (Y/N) slammed the door of his room shut, locking to make sure no one could enter, before he broke down on his bed. He hugged his pillow and sobbed into it.

It shouldn't hurt like this. He should have been stronger than this. Not cry over them.

" (Y/N), please open the door. " Bruce said through the door.

" Please, we just want to talk. " Dick added and (Y/N) snapped at that, anger boiling over once again.

" Talk?! TALK?! Stop acting like you care! " (Y/N) yelled at the top of his lungs.

" We do care. " Jason started.

" You don't give a single flying damn about me! I was never a son or a brother to anyone! I was only a test toy to Bruce so he could see what he could fucking improve! I was never a fucking brother either! Damian fucking proved it! " (Y/N) yelled at the top of his lungs, tears streaming down his face.

Everyone stayed silent and (Y/N) sobbed his heart out. Damian swallowed hardly, realizing what he did and how that hurt (Y/N) deeply. Maybe he shouldn't have...

Everyone glanced at each other. They stayed silent as they listened to (Y/N)'s sobs. Just how much pain did they brought up onto him?

" (Y/N), look- " Bruce started and (Y/N) screamed again.

" Don't you dare care right now! I'm moving out in a few days anyway and I don't need your pity or apology! " (Y/N) yelled, trying to wipe the never ending stream of tears.

" Moving out?! " Bruce yelled, eyes wide in shock. He know he has no right to tell (Y/N) what to do, but something flared up in Bruce. " No, you're not moving out! You are going to stay put because we have to solve this problem! "

" Are you shitting me Bruce?! Work things out?! "

" I'm not shitting you! I have to make things right with you! You are my son too! " Bruce yelled through the door.

" I don't give a single damn about any of you! "

Bruce took a deep breath, trying not to explode. He knows he has no right to be angry, but (Y/N) was still his son. " (Y/N), I am your dad and we will solve this problem. "

" We won't solves shit Bruce! "

" (Y/N), please, " Tim started, but (Y/N) cut him off. " Shut up Tim! "

Tim bit the inside of his cheek and stepped back.

" (Y/N), " Jason started, " You need to calm down, you'll give yourself a heart attack. "

(Y/N) wanted to scream even more, but he felt like he was going to die from this situation.

" Shut up, all of you! "

Now Dick started. " (Y/N), we may have been bad brothers- "

" May have?! You were- No, you are the worst brothers! " (Y/N) yelled and clenched his fists as he started facing around the room.

Dick sighed and stepped back. At the moment, everyone knew that (Y/N) talking to them without yelling at them and more importantly, he needed to calm down first.

But with how much anger and resentment there is, it is going to take a while.

" Lets leave (Y/N) alone for a while. He needs to be alone for now. " Bruce said and gently moved everyone away from (Y/N)'s doors, who was inside, trying to breathe more normally. He felt like he was going to jump out of his skin in the next few moments. He calmed down after a while, but he was still anxious beyond belief.

Unfortunately, the threat of moving out is just a threat and not a promise. (Y/N) sighed as he sat down on his bed. It was a stupid move to say that while he didn't have everything secure yet. Stupid.

(Y/N) went to the bathroom and washed his face and drank some water, to soothe his soon to be sore throat. It won't be nice to talk in a few hours.

Either way, it's better than leaving this room in order to face his siblings and dad. No, they are just roommates here, until (Y/N) can move out and just finally cut them out of his life.

#dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #batfamily #bruce wayne x male reader #batman x male reader #jason todd x male reader #red hood x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #nightwing x male reader #tim drake x male reader #red robin x male reader #damian wayne x male reader #robin x male reader

[jinjeriffic]

DCxDP Prophecy Universe Part 6

Part 5

Most of the time, being the son of Batman was a point of pride for Damian. Today, it was an exercise in frustration. Not only had Father deemed him too emotionally compromised to participate in the investigation of his so-called brother. Not only was he benched from patrol until Batman returned from abroad. He also had to continue attending school as if nothing had happened! He could probably teach most of the classes better than the adults! Oh, but ‘socializing with his peers’ was deemed too important to miss out on.

No wonder Damian was in a foul mood when he returned home. It had been the last school day before fall break, and a week ago he had been looking forward to the opportunity to patrol without having to worry about getting up early in the morning. Then that damned apparition had dropped the bombshell that had upended all of Damian’s carefully laid plans. Now half of the family was off chasing leads and he was stuck at home cooling his heels. It wasn’t fair!

After doing his customary check on his pets, he had changed into training gear as soon as possible and was now in the process of running through the latest combat program Father had designed. The flow of dodge-weave-counter-strike was helping him vent his frustration and clear his head. And if the training bots ended up more damaged than usual, well that just served Father right. He wasn’t some hapless child to be grounded!

Spin. Strike. Jump. Slash. He was moving on instinct, letting his training take over. A symphony of violence the background track to his churning thoughts, the questions that had been plaguing him all week.

Brother of blood. What did that mean? A full brother? A half brother? The result of some ill-advised dalliance of his Father? Unlikely. The letter had been addressed to Damian Al Ghul, not Damian Wayne. A deliberate choice of words, most likely. A child of his Mother then. He couldn’t imagine Mother would sully herself with another man’s touch. Even after everything, she still loved Father in her own twisted way. Unless Grandfather had ordered her… Stop it!

Stab. Crouch. Roll. Slice.

Never buried but already mourned. Not a lab grown creation then, to be discarded casually. Mourning meant caring. Love. Did Father know something? The haunted look that had appeared in his eyes spoke of old grief. The same grief that still plagued him when memories of Todd or Damian’s death were close to the surface. But he had never spoken of another child. Would he even bother to tell them?

Strike. Throw. Close distance. Disarm.

Lightning and ice. Defibrillation? Some horror movie style reanimation? Cryofreeze? The entity had meta abilities, could it harness lightning and ice as well? A better son, a more powerful Demon’s Heir… No!

Side-step. Kick. Twist. Leg-sweep.

Strike down the Demon’s Head. Did that mean Grandfather? Or Damian himself if the old man died first? It would be just like Grandfather to arrange for Damian to be killed and replaced by a brother. To get revenge for Damian choosing Batman’s legacy over the League’s while hurting their family in the most intimate way possible. Killed by a brother he should have loved, who should have loved him… Fool!

Damian stopped as the gong sounded to mark the end of the program. Around him, the training bots returned to their starting positions, now significantly worse for wear. A few of them were disabled to the point of uselessness.

Damian sheathed his weapons and forced his breathing to slow as he started his cool down stretches. It wouldn’t do to be careless because of some emotional episode. He was more disciplined than that.

What could Death earn anyway? Death brought nothing but nightmares and pain and torment.

Damian shivered. He didn’t like thinking about his Death.

Shoving the memories firmly aside, he returned his training weapons to their respective places before heading over to the Batcomputer. He needed a distraction. Maybe he should call up Jon and see if he had any plans for fall break. Since Damian was benched he would need something constructive to do with his time. Surely with the two of them working together they would find some kind of criminal enterprise to topple in a Kansas cornfield.

Damian compiled the search strings for any unusual activity in the area and set it to run. Now it was a waiting game to see if anything of note turned up. Leaning back, he idly kicked the console, sending his chair into a lazy spin. If nothing turned up in Kansas, maybe he would widen his search to the surrounding states. If they flew Air Superboy, distance would hardly be an issue. Hell, if Jon was busy maybe he could go visit Richard. Bludhaven was never lacking in crime, and Father wouldn’t be able to complain about a lack of appropriate supervision during patrol. With Drake and Todd having left on a ‘roadtrip’ for at least a day…

Damian stopped his spinning and frowned. Now that he thought about it, it was highly unusual for his two older brothers to have left Gotham together and in their civilian identities. Especially with the Bats already shorthanded due to Father’s absence and Robin’s benching. He had been too distracted by the upcoming school day to make the connection when his brothers had mentioned their plans at breakfast that morning. And Drake had been investigating League activity… Damian’s fingers flew across the keyboard, bypassing Drake’s security protocols with ease. If his brother had uncovered a League connection he had a right to know!

What he found among Drake’s recent search history was not what he expected. Some crackpot scientists from Illinois? That’s what had drawn his attention? Certainly, the older Robin had flagged some suspicious transactions and marked the Fentons as potential threats based on their inventions, but there were heroes closer to Amity Park that they could have foisted the investigation off on.

Damian drummed his fingers against his armrest. Something wasn’t adding up here. Pulling up everything he could find about the Fenton parents, he started looking through medical records, school records, articles… Suddenly, Damian’s heart slammed against his ribs. There, on the cover of a two year old magazine, was the face that had haunted him all week. With trembling fingers, he zoomed in on the image. It only took a few minutes to alter the hair and eye colour. It was unmistakably him. The boy who bore an uncanny resemblance to Damian himself, if slightly older and paler.

Swallowing hard, Damian scrolled through the magazine’s online archive to find the article mentioned on the title page. An almost extinct gorilla species. A chance discovery by then fourteen year old Daniel Fenton.

“Daniel,” Damian rolled the name around his mouth. A fairly common Western name. “Daniel. Danyal?” If he was Talia’s son, surely she would have used the Arabic version… no! He was jumping to conclusions!

Now having a name to go on, Damian dug deeper than Drake had bothered to. The birth certificate named a small town in Utah, but there were no records of a hospital admission. A home birth? There were no records of the Fentons having a residence in that state. No medical records of prenatal care either, though there were for the birth of the older sibling. Had the pregnancy gone unnoticed? Possible, if unlikely. There had been a vehicle registration for a motorhome during that time period though. Had the Fentons been living on the road when their son was born? Or had they acquired the child some other way? If he was an Al Ghul who would have spirited him away to the USA?

The Fentons had settled down in Amity Park about six months after Daniel’s birth, purchasing the residence they apparently used to this day. From there, his records were fairly standard and unremarkable, though there were a higher than average number of doctor’s visits for minor household accidents. Not enough to get flagged by CPS, but certainly worrying if potential mad science was involved. Daniel’s school records showed average grades, with higher scores in Maths and Science. At age fourteen however, his academic performance took a sharp dip, with an uneven performance on tests and numerous unexcused absences. His teachers noted frequent inattentiveness in class or Daniel outright falling asleep. Someone had submitted reports of bullying and suspicious bruises, but the case was dropped and never followed up on. His grades had evened out since then, but the unexcused absences persisted.

Damian knew enough about the trials and tribulations of teenage superheroics to recognize a pattern. And it certainly looked like Daniel fit the bill. If he had acquired meta abilities two years ago it probably took some time to get a handle on them and find a balance between his legal and illegal activities.

Damian steepled his fingers together. There was only so much his digital investigation could reveal. It was time for some fieldwork.

Part 7

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #batfamily #damian wayne #robin #prophecy universe #the one where clockwork uses prophecies to mess things up (and set things right) #no beta we die like danny #damian snoops on tim's browser history #and gets more than he bargained for #damian thinks he would have made a good brother #and having a brother would have made his childhood less miserable

[pinkcowzz]

i like to hc that tim drakes worst trait is being a guilt tripper.

i don't think many people would argue that the batfamily has done some nasty shit to tim. bruce's dismissal when tim first started training, dick giving away the robin mantle without consulting tim, damian's & jason's murder attempts, alfred's silent complicity. tim has led a traumatizing life.

however! when put into their original context, the actions (except alfreds i love him but his compliance is so unforgivable in my eyes tbh) of the family make sense. bruce was grieving his dead son, of course he didn't want to take someone else's kid under his wing. dick had so much on his plate of course he thought tim could handle himself. jason was back from the dead and thought his family had replaced him without another care and damian felt so threatened and out of water in gotham he wanted to prove himself the only way he knew how at the time.

but tim? tim holds grudges. he is constantly angry and seething but he waits. he waits until a small minor disagreement occurs and pulls up the past to shame his family into giving him his way.

bruce doesn't want to approve a mission because it puts tim under unnecessary risks? "oh so you still don't trust me bruce. no it's fine, i understand. i'll hand off this mission to dick or damian since they're better suited for it. " how could bruce not change his mind. "no tim it's not that. of course i trust you i just wanted to make sure you were being safe. it's your call."

dick is busy juggling (circus pun intended) the titans and his job and patrols in bludhaven and his social life and his relationship with babs and his commitment to damian and "sorry tim i can't hang out this week. can we schedule something for next month?" and tim pulls his famous "oh no it's fine. don't even worry about me i'll just...well maybe cass is free to see the movie with me. i just figured since we haven't spent all that much time together since i brought bruce back it'd be nice to spend time out of the masks together...but it's fine." and dick is suddenly choking on the guilt of firing tim and the chasm that separates them now.

damian is being a regular angsty teen and is being rude to tim? "geez damian i thought you grew out of this phase. you haven't insulted me like that since you first got here. whatever you want blood son" and damian is suddenly doubting his place in the family again because if they kicked todd out because of his anger and violence where does that leave him. and the next day damian leaves a drawing for tim to find as an apology.

and maybe it's just my middle child syndrome speaking but i also think that jason is the only one who sees tims stunts for what they are. jason will get a text from dick in the middle of the night saying "i may never understand why you do what you do but i am here to back you up if you ever need me. just call. love you little wing" and jason is rolling his eyes and texting tim "wtf did you tell dick and why is being brotherly to me? as someone who tried to kill you over the grudge i was holding you really need to let yours go"

idk. just something to think about.

#batboys #robin #nightwing #red robin #red hood #dick grayson #tim drake #bruce wayne #batman #batfamily #damian wayne #dc comics #dcu #jason todd

[magnoliasandarson]

Dick Grayson, Golden Boy

It pissed Dick off when Jason called him “Golden Boy,” but he understood why he said it. 

Dick Grayson had been the first- the first son, the first Robin, the first failure, and the first success. He was the prodigal son, the runaway who returned to his place at Bruce’s side. It was a position earned with blood—a terrible privilege. He couldn't stay away, he'd tried, he was the only one that could temper Bruce's fire.

Dick drew lines in the sand- screamed in Bruce’s face, called him out on his failings, demanded better of him- then he took the man’s punches “for not knowing his place.” There was never an apology (not that Dick would accept it). He wiped the blood off his face, and when someone asked what happened, he said he slipped up, and some random mugger got in a lucky shot. He wasn’t sure who he was protecting when he said it. He still rushes to Bruce's side when called.

He recognizes bits of Bruce eating away at his soul. He tries desperately to stay Mary and John’s son, tries to keep the light alive in his soul. Robin is magic. He feels the darkness creeping in at the edges of his mind. He’s Nightwing; he’s not in Gotham, not in Bruce’s shadow, but he’s never been more of a Bat. He isolates himself and pushes people away. He’s too controlling, too morally rigid. The fearless leader become tyrant.

He fails each of the Robins in new and increasingly horrifying ways, but always for the same reason: he puts the mission first. Bruce is proud of him for it; somehow, that approval hurts him more than any punch ever did. It keeps him up at night, Tim’s face when he left (forced away by Dick’s actions), Damian’s pride at becoming Robin (he was only ten), Jason’s eyes filled with resentment and deep sadness (he had been right all along). 

He hates Bruce when he sees him in the mirror. He hates Bruce when he hears him in his own voice. Bruce Wayne was the worst person on Earth, but Dick Grayson was his favorite son. So what did that make him?

#batman #dc comics #dc universe #dick grayson #robin #batfam #bruce wayne #nightwing #jason todd #the flying graysons #dc characters #batsalt #ouchies #golden boy #eldest child #tim drake #damian wayne

[waspredteeth]

a quick PSA on pre-Robin Damian (again):

He has never called himself the "Blood Son". Those specific words have never come out of his mouth in a comic. In fact, Damian has only had dialogue regarding his bio status or another character's adoptive status like... three or four times.

Yes, pretty much all of those times have something to do with Tim in one way another. That's because Damian was less of a character, and more of a sword-carrying plot device when he was first introduced.

Damian's early writing lines up more with that of a minor villain than any supporting character. He existed at first only to rile up chaos in the Batcave for like, two issues, before his death in the fourth issue he appeared. He was introduced in issue 655 and killed by torpedo-submarine explosion in 658. Damian as a character was effectively "punished" for his earlier actions through a violent death.

You need to understand that early Damian (2009 mostly) didn't have a cemented personality or much characterization other than the basics that Morrison imbued into him i.e he was 10, an assassin, lax about death, very sarcastic/rude in tone, and weirdly spoiled despite his upbringing implying the opposite. Grant Morrison tends to write the large story concepts they like and they don't often adhere to any consistent/previous characterization (as seen with Talia) if it doesn't line up with the vision they want. Not even Damian's existence was kept consistent, as it's very hard to believe that Batman #656 Damian has the same backstory as Son of the Demon Damian or the Ibn al Xuffasch of Kingdom Come.

They didn't flesh out Damian a whole lot when he was first introduced, making him more of a spoiled rich kid who just happened to know how to kill people than the Damian that you probably think of. It took later comic appearances and other writers to add onto Damian's sporadic characterization - because he didn't have much major development after being created until becoming Robin and working alongside Dick.

To further characterize Damian as Robin, now that he needed to play against a larger cast and more established figures, writers needed to come up with ideas fast. So some writers played up his League backstory and wrote him colder, more logical and vaguely terrifying. They made Talia and Ras more and more ooc and abusive. They wrote dialogue for Damian that made him more of an annoying little brother figure, impulsiveness and all. Sometimes his dialogue with female characters drifted towards sexism, as clearly some writers can't write young boy characters without relying on shitty sitcom-style misogynist tropes. He got different moments, some skewing towards insanely violent or towards a normal child reeling from issues. This long trek of his writing was always changing in little ways until the reboot in 2011 and his first real death in Batman Incorporated, and then just continued on afterwards to this day.

In short, early pre-Robin Damian was a mess, and it took a long time for DC to develop him as a full character. (Even now, writers are still "figuring him out" and pulling ooc takes out of their asses). We have fun here.

#quick PSA more like long diatribe #every time someone writes Damian calling himself the Blood Son I lose a year off my life #and then I cast a wizard's curse of “balls explode!”onto whoever wrote that #please stop writing Damian that way in the year 2024 #we have got to move on from Damian's 2009 characterization for the love of god #damian wayne #robin #dc #waspdoesathought #dc comics #a painted bird named tamer

[missbluesunflowersstuff]

I think the only right way for Damian to become Batman is much slower than everyone thinks

Just image: Damian in the future as a veterinary student, slowly distancing himself from the world of vigilantes and Bruce, an old man, with aching and tired bones, who has suffered with chronic pain for years (you'll have to take chronic pain Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd headcanon from my cold dead hands) getting ready to go on patrol once again. There are a series of murders happening and he wants to investigate

And Damian goes into the cave (maybe to take care of Batcow) and see the scene. He feels sorry for his father, Bruce's love for Gotham cursed him and now Gotham was slowly killing him. Then Damian calmly approaches and gently pushes his father into the chair. And in a tired voice Damian says:

“Leave this to me today, father, take your medicine and rest.” "No, Damian. You have to go to college today"

"Gotham is my city too, they're my people too...and they still need Batman"

Damian also knows that Dick has his own city to worry about; that Jason is busy on some mission around the world; that Steph is too tired for this; that Tim is too attached to the Robin mantle for that; that Duke recently had a child with his wife; that Cassandra is now a renowned ballet teacher and Damian doesn't want to get in the way of his siblings' lifes. He knows that if he asked, someone would accept, but everyone is so happy now, it took so long for them to reach that moment... Damian then decides to sacrifice himself that night.

Only that night

He will becomes Batman just that night, so his father can rest, he makes it clear that he will only do it that night

"Don't get used to it, father, it's just for today"

But that news spreads like fire. Even Jon and the other heroes start to inform Damian about things that happen (Batman still is very important in the Justice League) and Damian? Damian ignores

He goes through the messages, emails and claims he only did it once and never again. He forwards everything to Bruce, not wanting to get more involved than is convenient

but then the next month, Bruce has another rough night and Damian takes up the mantle again. This becomes a strange habit between the two of them, slowly and silence, one night a week... two nights a week...

The biggest change happens when Bruce is seriously injured fighting someone much stronger (and younger) in the sewers of Gotham. Damian had an important test at college and Bruce didn't want to call him, it wasn't fair to push that on Damian when the boy made it clear that he didn't want the mantle. So Bruce lies there for hours, in the midst of pain and dirt trying to reorganize his mind until Damian appears, the youngest son noticed that his father hadn't come home yet so he got worried and went after him.

Damian and Bruce open a pact that night, Bruce would stay in the cave supervising and Damian would work in the field

This works very well at first but soon Damian comes home to see his father sleeping, and it becomes a routine. Damian is happy that his father trusts him enough to sleep while his son is on patrol, that's good

the truth only shocks Damian when at a league meeting Jon refers to him as Batman, not Robin or Damian, no. Batman. The Batman.

and even though many people believe that he became Batman out of neopotism, the truth is much more different and sad than that. He became Batman through his own choices and effort, to protect his tired father and also to protect Gotham. Because, in the end, Damian learned to love Gotham the same way Bruce loved it.

Note: I love imagining this old Bruce slowly realizing how unfair he was to Damian his early days, how Bruce only saw Damian as a spoiled brat, a monster covered in blood and mud instead of helping him like Dick, Alfred and Steph did . I love imagining old Bruce kicking himself for not noticing Damian's gentle, compassionate side sooner. Side that was underneath all the anger, dirt and trauma

And also Bruce realizing that Damian is as gentle to people as Talia was in the past Note²: I'm not trying to villainize Bruce and sanctify Damian; Damian did a lot of things, but he was a ten year old child who didn't know how to deal with the world (+brainwashed by a cult) and Bruce was a grown ass man who had been dealing with traumatized people for many years, Bruce should have been more patient with Damian but you still have time now Bruce, you can do it. I believe on you, you can still be a good father

#dc comics #batfamily #damian wayne #bruce wayne #batfam headcanons #batfam

[propheticpanickingnerd]

Jason's time in the league except he knew Damian.

Like yeah I know Damian is a test tube baby and got aged a bit faster or something but imagine this.

Talia, no matter how mischaracterised, develops a soft spot for Jason while he is catatonic. She is also a mother and has been/is undeniably in love with Bruce. No matter how much it sounds like she only loved Bruce to produce the perfect heir, they were in love, even if it was just once. She, mother of Bruce's child, raising him to be strong, the way she know how, ready to let him be free and meet his father, shall he desire. That same mother finds Jason, the dead son, of his grave, wandering, his mind never fully there, and decides to heal his injuries and help him heal.

Maybe that wasn't the plan, at first, maybe she never expect to be mother of a child not biologically related to her. Maybe by the way she was raised or by the standards that surrounded her. But now? As she watches her child, because Jason is her son, murder is professors because he finds them unworthy of breathing. Maybe then she realises that motherhood was something she wished for, maybe living peacefully. She wouldn't, though. Maybe in another time, but now? She had her father to manipulate while watching her children thrive.

Maybe they could've been in a life without blood, but the doubts it. The kids are attracted to danger, most likely, they love saving. Albeit their methods bloody, she knows it won't last long, with her beloved so close.

Maybe she lets Jason go back to Gotham, followed by a couple Shadows under her and her sons command only. She calls every week, checks in, asks what his plans are, how the bat is doing. Maybe she lets him yell at her, his frustrations wild, that she knows can only be pleased with blood, that she knows makes his opinion of his family twisted. Never of Talia, no, maybe he never called her mother, but she is sure he would never let her see him this way otherwise. Maybe it's because she saw him at his worst, once, but maybe, maybe she can dwell on maybes, for once, and hope that Jason does consider her his mother. Even if she could never replace his late mother, at least letting her help him with his plans is the most she can ask for.

With that, she understands Gotham, instead of being through reports, news, old tales from her beloved, it's from her son. Soon, it would be from both of them.

For now, until Jason creates his big reveal, finishes his plans, deals with whatever issues he wants to deal with, she will let him have Gotham to himself. She will keep her father away. She will continue doting on Damian, as she will tell him stories of her beloved, The Bat, and let his eyes shine. As she could not preserve her sons innocence, but she could try to ignite their hopes.

#talia rant #i do really love her character #shes sweet #or maybe thats the mommy issues talking #oh well #batman #jason todd #damian wayne #damian al ghul #red hood #talia al ghul #talia #bruce and talia #thoughts

[morgansunflower]

You Did Good

Bruce Wayne X Wife! Al Ghul! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, blood, injuries and heavy angst

Words:1387

Arthur's notes! Batfam age reverse. Reader is Ra's al Ghul's daughter.

After Jason is brought back to life through the Lazarus.. His older brother takes a dangerous journey, to bring him home.

They had been on their own for 3 months traveling swiftly but stealthily. Damian started a fire, he sits down allowing himself to breathe more efficiently.

Jason was sitting with his knees up against his chest. He still barely spoke or even changed from a blank expression. Damian feared what his grandfather would do to Jason or force him to do..

Ra's used Jason to manipulate Damian into doing whatever the assassin ordered. It'd been a year now since Damian left his family.

Jason tried to ignore the menacing laugh by Joker. All he could think about was seconds before the bomb exploded. He hated sleeping..

As Jason laid on the mat and Damian saw his eyes finally closed. Damian closed his own and allowed his tears to sweep through his eyelids. His heart was broken for his brothers suffering.

He thinks of his torture from Joker. He couldn't save him and now he was scared he'd never be the little boy he remembered again. He still loved him though.

Damian was exhausted through and through drained beyond Instant recovery. Just a old memory of her rocking him to sleep as she gently sang a lullaby. His father playing baseball with him on a very rare but memorable occasion.

He bit his hand to muffle his sobs as his memory's of his family, became so vivid in his mind. His heart was breaking as he missed them. How much he must of hurt them he feared. Will they forgive him?

Damian opens his eyes as he heard movement. Jason got up from his mat and walked to Damian. He didn't say anything but laid beside him. Jason hugged Damian. The former assassin let his sobs be heard as he was given a glimmer of hope Jason would be ok.

Damian hugged him protectively. Jason allowed himself to cry with Damian as he to missed their family. He felt guilty he couldn't remember them before.

Damian's feet became swollen and redden from walking for so long. He carried Jason so his own feet would not be in pain. His body was quite thin as he had made sure Jason wouldn't be hungry nor thirsty. His throat had become dry and lips cracked.

They had to remain undetected by Ra's. As risking being seen by his assassins he had throughout the world was very possible if they weren't careful.

Gotham was cold compared to where they had come from. Jason was sleeping as a comfortable cloak is laid on him. Damian headed for the boom-tube to the Bat-cave but stops sensing a, presence.

"Damian" he hears

He turns to see his father. His breath hitched as he feared for shame to be upon him for leaving them. Bruce's heart becomes heavy to his chest, his eyes shake as his eyes sees his sons together. Jason wakes to hear a familiar voice. He lifts his head to see him. His mentor, his caregiver, his dad.

"H-how?.. How?.." Bruce was, shaking

"Ra's.." he simply answered

"the Lazarus?..." Bruce asked

Damian only nodded. Bruce could see the worry in Damian's eyes as he approached closer. Damian tried to keep from crying as his fathers hand touched the side of his face.

"you did good son" Bruce proudly said

He kept his hand steady as he touched Jason's face. The little boy didn't move away as he knew it was his dad.

"Dad" Jason said with eyes swelling on the verge of tears

Bruce took him from Damian's weak arms. He gives Damian his cloak and placed his own cape on Jason.

Bruce hugged Jason as his grief was crumbling away into a tearful relief. The dark knight was nearly crying. He could barely breathe knowing that he was holding him and that Damian was standing near him.

"forgive me baby" he begged his little boy as a tear fell down his face.

....

While in the Bat-cave Jason and Damian sat on their own stretchers. Bruce takes his phone to call her. He swallows hardly trying to keep from crying as his throat shakes. His boys are home. They're really here.

"Bruce, is everything OK?"

"you..." he closed his eyes tightly making his lips tremble

She knew the tone and the hesitation.. She needed to get to him. Now.

"where are you?"

"cave" he quickly answered

Y/N rushes to the Bat-cave. Her heart was beating rapidly fearing for her the state of her family.

Bruce observed them both.. Damian had a IV in his arm as Jason laid on the stretcher with a monitor on him. Jason was more hydrated and less thin. It didn't take Bruce long to realize Damian had tortured himself to keep his brother alive.

Alfred was in tears as he gently patted young Jason's back and kissed the boys head. Jason reaches to hug him.

"it is very nice to have both of you home"

The two part as they both were in tears. Alfred stepped to Damian. He placed his hand on his shoulder, motioning him to lay down. He looks seeing his shoes were quite worn and slightly damp from blood. He reaches to take them off but Damian quickly moved them away

"tt I'm fine" he insisted

"you are not fine master Damian now let me tend to you" Alfred ordered

Damian sighed moving his feet to be more accessible to Alfred. The kind older man took off his grandson's shoes as he winces in pain. Bruce gently cringed to himself seeing the swelling, the blisters and the redness on his feet.

Alfred tended to his feet bandaging the wounds. He then placed a, open palm on his forehead. Damian smiled to Alfred further convinced in his heart... Alfred is his grandfather not Ra's..

Y/N arrived.. Her body instantly becomes shaken and a scream leaves her lips.. Her knees nearly buckle beneath her. She covered her face as tears run down her face. It couldn't be, but here they were. Her little boys, her babies.. Bruce held her hand letting her squeeze it with all her strength, as she shakes her head.

Damian lips tremble with his heart sinking to relief. He nearly gasps seeing his mother. Jason recognized the kind eyes that he knew loved him.

"momma" he mumbled..

"oh my baby's.. My sweet baby's.." she began to cry as she reaches her arms to hug Jason and held him. "I'm so sorry baby" she sobs apologizing.

Jason hugged her tightly and buried his face in her neck. She began to sob gently rocking him as she holds him. All the sleepless nights she cried in her sleep, usually along with Bruce. Were now unfolding again. She reaches her hand to hold Damian's hand.

He held her hand closing his eyes to force his tears away. She looks to see he seemed quite malnourished and his feet were blistered and were bleeding as his bandaging was red

"my sweet Damian, what has he done to you?"

"I'm ok now Ummi" he promised her.

She wasn't convinced.... She squeezed his hand shacking her head.

"I'm so sorry boys" she wholeheartedly apologized knowing it was her father who had done this.

"momma" Jay said again, as he cried he had missed her so terribly.

"it's OK baby. I'm here. I'm here baby"

Bruce could see Damian was hanging onto thin ice. He leans over to his wife and son taking Jason into his arms. She walks to Damian holding his face in her hands. He clenched his face trying to keep from breaking.

"it's, ok son. You don't have to force yourself to stay strong, not with your mother" she encourages kissing his forehead

She hugs Damian just as the teenager begins to cry again. All his carried emotions were flooding out through his eyes and shaky throat... He was home.

Just then gasps from his siblings were heard as they returned from patrol. Y/N smiled still in tears leaving her son only so he can be comforted by his siblings.

Damian watched as they each ran to Jason whom was sitting in Bruce's lap. They each hugged him one by one.. Then they hugged Damian. It was no surprise to Damian his youngest brother was the most emotional. He sees a small smile on Jason's face reassuring him he's going to be OK.

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[bluetooththereptile]

Hello! I wanted to know if you still have open commissions. since I have an idea of ​​Damián Platonic Yandere that always runs in my brain. How about a Platonic Yandere Damián for his nanny? She raised him for several years in the League, and managed to sneak her into Wayne Manor when he left with her father. He loves her so much and even wants her to be his stepmother.

OMG! It's so cute that I had to stop everything to write this down! Of course I can do it! I'm always am open for wholesome asks like this!

BTW I had to change some stuff on my own since I couldn't understand more than half of your request, sorry!

The moth and candle

Yandere Damian Wayne x fem reader x yandere Bruce Wayne

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Tw: mentions of abuse and injury

If years ago, when you were a young girl and stumbled upon a man hiring maids in the bazaar of Cairo, someone approached you and said you'll be trapped in a powerful man's grasp, not as a toy or a maid but as a lover, you would've called them crazy, and if they had told you your mistress's son was going to become yours, you would've hit them with a shovel, how could you take such a monstrous lady's son as yours? The baby would be going to have her blood in his veins, you'd never take a child from that bloodline, your master was going to haunt you forever if that was written in your fate!

But here you were, looking at your reflection in the mirror, touching the bandages on your face, thinking about the past 12 years. You had gone from a servant girl that had been used by her master and was forced into having his child, to a free person, now living your life away from all of those nightmares. You felt dizzy from all of the anesthesia circling in your bloodstream, but you had to see what your former mistress had done to you when you had tried to protect Damian from her mother, hitting her in the shin, only to be stabbed by her sword several times and your face gets mutilated by her dagger after she had knocked you out, but you had managed to gain your consciousness and punch her in the face, taking her down before fainting because of blood loss.

"Sick bitch..." you cursed under your breath, not having the ability to talk louder, your wounds were still fresh and you barely could stay conscious as you tried to hold the mirror in your hand. "Alright, ma'am now it's time to give me my mirror!" The nurse that was sitting beside your bed said, giggling, remembering her existence made you smile as you handed her mirror back to her with a low "thank you", receiving a smile from her. "You shouldn't stay up long, you need to rest you know..." She said as she tucked you in "Your son is worried about you, so make sure to take care of yourself and do as I and your doctors say okay?" She paused as she checked her watch "Speaking of your son...I think it's the time for relatives to meet the patients..."

You could hear the loud sound of steps, someone was running, and as you expected Damian showed up in the door frame "Mother!" He screamed your name as he ran toward you, but the nurse stopped him before he reached you "Wait, young man!" Damian glared up at the nurse, making her chuckle "The way you are running you'll hit her in seconds...slow down...she just has  woken up!" Damian listened and straightened himself, which was a rare occasion for him to care about someone telling him what to do, he impatiently looked at you, and as soon as the nurse's hand was taken away Damian was on your side, his hands grabbing the sheets on your bed.

You could see him bite his lip and take deep breaths to control himself so the nurse could leave and as soon as the nurse left, Damian's eyes turned glossy, tears forming in his eyes and he let himself cry with a loud sob as he lowered his head, you moved your arm to pat his head, and your cold hand rested on his hair as he now held the hem of your medical gown between his fingers if it was not because of your wounds he would've hugged you tightly already. He put his hand on yours as he kept crying, letting loud sobs ease his frustration. You were alive, with him there, it almost seemed like a dream!

"A-Amah..." Damian managed to say, calling you like the way he had done since the time he had learned to speak, your fingers touched his hair and ruffled it a little bit, your heart clenching at the way he looked at you, relief, sadness, anger, frustration, and pain, you could see all of that in your boy's eyes, and it warmed your heart to see how much he loved you, the wet nurse that has taken her duty to another level, raising her mistress's son with full devotion. "Amah...I was scared!" He said as he burst into tears again, no one, even his father had seen the boy break down like this as he held your hand with both of his, keeping it on his head like a sacred object, "I thought you died!" He managed to say, and all you could do was to watch and listen, you couldn't say a word to him, you were too tired to do that.

You sighed as he put your hand down and kissed your knuckles, pressing your palm on his cheek, melting at the feeling of your touch. He let out a sigh of relief, now knowing you were not going to leave him. He was always afraid of losing you, that was why he had an argument with you on the night of his father's annual ball when you had told him you were going to leave him for a while, just to go and find your child that was taken away from you at birth. That night Damian had felt his fear become real, that was why he had started yelling and lashing out and locking the door on you, if other maids had not found you, you would have been locked in your room till morning. And after that, you had to explain to the butler, Alfred, why you couldn't do your duties as one of the maids.

Damian loved you more than his real mother, even when he lived with Taliah he always looked forward to meeting you, he liked to share his food with you after his hard training when you wiped his wounds clean and nagged under your breath about how reckless he was. His mom had told you you made his son weak and soft, and you had taken so much whipping for talking back and saying that she was treating him like a weapon and not a real child. He watched as his mother hit you with her staff, having nightmares of you getting hurt. Taliah was jealous of you taking away what was hers, and still, he thought of him as a weapon.

That was why when he left his mother he sent you a pack of money and fake identification cards and visas, and you ran away, moving to the US to get to Gotham, seizing the chance to get to work as a maid in the Wayne Manor. You could still feel the rush of joy when you locked your eyes with Damian as he was having his breakfast, the boy hardly could keep himself from running to you and hugging you tightly.

"I'm alright..." you said, smiling as he put sat next to you, looking at you closely, you noticed he was looking at the scars on your face and it made you feel a little uncomfortable, now knowing you wouldn't look good as you used to. "Amah?" You looked at him again, letting him know that you were listening. "Now I know why you told me to story of the moth and candle...you're my moth!" You couldn't help but let out a gasp of surprise, the reality of his confession hitting you hard.

"Once upon a time, a moth who loved the sun flew in the night, it couldn't find its beloved but suddenly, a light caught its eyes, it was a candle's, it flew closer and closer to the candle, flying around it, twirling in happiness it started to sing for the candle about how much it loved it's light, but as the moth moved closer it's wings burnt and soon it died, falling with its wings burnt, but it died happily because it had found it's beloved."

You heard someone knock on the door, and your gaze moved towards the door, where Bruce Wayne was standing with a smile. Damian sniffled as he held your hand tighter, not caring if his father was seeing how soft he has grown, you were his real mother so he didn't mind that. "Glad to see you awake Y/N..." your heartbeat turned faster, the monitor beeping more, making Bruce's smile turn warmer, he could still the night of the gala, when he had pulled you to an empty hallway, confessing his feelings to you, earning a harsh slap from you and made him even more interested. He knew that you liked him, he had monitored you since the time you had come to the manor, knowing well who you were and what was your background. At first, he had thought of you as a double agent for the Alghul family, but no, you were there just for his son, and it amused him. You liked him, but you had thought that at the gala he was just playing around, using you. But then when Damian had said how much his father was interested in you, you were sort of relieved.

"Thank you for everything..." Bruce thanked you, his appreciation genuine. You nodded your head at that, Bruce put his hand on yours "Y/N..." he called your real name, leaning closer "I know I've said this before...but will you give me a chance?" He whispered, chuckling as he looked at Damian who was looking at you two with a pair of eyes that were filled with amusement and interest. You looked up at him, looking deep into his eyes, tangling your fingers with his, as you lowered your head, nodding. You couldn't see it but the way his eyes gleamed and that sick look on his face was not a good sign.

Bruce looked at Damian who was now smiling, his head on your thigh as you kept patting his head, he was happy to see you two finally get along, after all, he was the one who had drilled your name into his head and set Bruce's obsession of you! Bruce put his hand under your chin, raising your head gently. "I love you Y/N..." he said as he pressed his lips on yours, and you kissed him back as the monitor that kept your heartbeat in check beeped even faster. Now you were their moth...

#blue answers #yandere batfamily #yandere #yandere batman #yandere damian wayne #yandere x reader #yandere bruce wayne #yandere robin #fem reader #yandere dc #dc comics #dc #dc robin

[laalaaliaa]

Hello! I saw that ur batfam requests were open so I came here to request!

Idea: You were murdered 5 years ago and they wanted vengeance. They'd spend hours on the bat computer trying to find some clues about your killer. Your killer had left many signs at the scene, including a note written on the wall with your blood, "Catch me if you can, batsy".

They found clues that lead to a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. The warehouse seemed to be empty. They were just about to leave until they got attacked by a masked woman. They quickly took her down and took her to the batcave for questions.

Once they got there, they immediately started asking questions. She stayed quite the whole time, she didn't make a squeak. It wasn't long before things got heated and Damian pulled of her mask in a blind rage.

You can probably imagine the shock they felt when they saw you under that mask. You could only look up at them with an evil smirk. "Damn, I guess you caught me" you said in a teasing voice.

That was all, you can choose what happens next if you'd like (or u can leave it at that). Have a good day!

Damsel in distress

fitting, except you’re not…

batfam x fem!reader

warnings: angsty

thank you for the request, i apologize for not getting requests in fast enough, i got writers block :(

enjoy!

It was inevitable. Your death was inevitable. Everyone dies, whether it be from natural causes, or in worse case scenarios—supervillains. Bruce knew one day that he wouldn’t be able to save everyone, but he didn’t know how soon that day would come. It was like a fresh memory, recoiling in the back of his mind. He couldn’t save you, no matter how hard he tried, he failed you, just like he did Jason. The others didn’t know how to take it, they fought so hard to reach you, but once they did, you were gone for good.

Jason was the second to reach the torn down building. He screamed for you, in hopes you would scream back. You never did. The most heartbreaking thing Jason could’ve ever experienced was in front of him. Bruce held your lifeless body, and he couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. Did he cradle him the same way? Did he fall to the ground in utter despair? He made his way closer, watching the way Bruce held your lifeless body as if holding you would bring you back.

Bruce felt the comforting hand of Jason land on his shoulder, as if he were trying to lift the burden off of him. Bruce held you tightly, lifting his head weakly as he stared at the mocking words written right in front of his eyes: ‘Catch me if you can Batsy.’ He felt mocked, as if his own failures were finally catching up with him. Maybe they never should’ve let you gone out that night. So many things he could’ve done to prevent your demise. He failed you, he failed himself.

Years had passed, within those five years since you’d be gone, they were no longer the same. Bruce found out he had a son, and he couldn’t help but feel pained at the thought of you not being there to welcome him. Jason and Bruce no longer kept in touch, if Dick was lucky, he’d reunite the two, only for a mission and no longer. Damian didn’t know you, he didn’t want to—seeing as he didn’t want to get to know the others either, but he was curious without a doubt.

It was a usual night in Gotham, Bruce spending all his time cooped up in the bat cave, as he sent the others out. Damian wouldn’t say it—well he would—but his father was still stuck in the past. It was as if you were the only thing keeping the family together. He found it absurd. So as he returned from his nightly activities he couldn’t help but call his own father out.

“You’re ridiculous father.” He announced, sheathing his sword as he rid of his mask. Bruce turned in his chair to face Damian, who although tried his hardest to look stern and mean, looked adorable. Bruce chuckled a bit, leaning forward to reach the same height as the younger boy. “You wouldn’t understand Damian.” Damian remained blank, hostile as some would describe, his posture challenging as well. “Explain.” He uttered, his arms crossed like a brat.

Bruce scratched his chin in thought, different memories of you scattered around his brain as he tried—although failed miserably—to explain the importance of you. Damian still remained adamant that you were someone who brought weakness upon the family. Allowing them to become weak and vulnerable, but in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wished he’d met you once. Shame.

“Y/N, was important because she somehow sought the better in all of us. She cared about us and was tough at times, stubborn even, but she held us together and helped us when we were lost. She died five years ago, today actually.” Bruce’s voice became weak towards the end, Damian wanted to scoff, and he did, causing Bruce’s vulnerable state to become covered with a blank stare. “You would’ve liked her.” He finished off, turning his back to the boy as he continued looking up files and information from the night of your death.

Damian left him alone, the silence of the cave comforting Bruce like a warm hug. It give him the extra boost of energy to continue searching for information. He had clues, yet they remained scattered, prompting him to feel frustrated. You were gone, he knew that, but you deserved justice.

—

“Bruce, can you come look at this.” Dick yelled with a mouthful of almonds. Bruce decided to let the computer go, hours spent with nothing to help your case. Dick was determined, with the old clues given, he had somehow pinpointed each location clue. Your favorite spot, favorite restaurant, favorite cafe. They knew everything about you, and Dick couldn’t help but resent the person more. As he continued to type away at the computer, a new clue popped up. He faltered, his fingers hovering above the keys as he eyed the location carefully.

“Bruce I,” He cut himself off, a new found determination in his veins as he turned his chair, flinching at the sight of Bruce standing directly behind him. His facade remained cold, gazing curiously at the computer before gazing at Dick. “Let’s go.” Bruce commanded, a new found hope blazing in the two men. Dick stood, sprinting in front of Bruce before he could continue towards what Dick assumed was the bat-mobile.

“Wait we need to think rationally about this, it could be a trap for all we know.” Bruce seemed to be in thought before pushing him to the side. “We either wait, and likely lose the chance of finding our culprit,” He started, hooking his cowl over his sharp features. “Or we go now and get the justice Y/N deserves.” He persisted, causing a determined expression to fall on Dick’s face as he nodded.

Dick walked ahead of Bruce, mounting his bike before slipping his mask on. He turned the bike on, the roar of the bike lively as he revved it a few times. “Bruce,” He called to his retreating figure, Bruce glanced at him from behind his shoulder. “If we’re doing this, Jason deserves to be there too.” Jason, his estranged son who wanted nothing to do with him anymore. “Send him the location.” Bruce muttered, jumping into the bat-mobile before the two sped off into the night.

—

You shrinked into the shadows, the sound of the lock keeping your refugee hidden, destroyed. A faint smile fell on your lips as you watched Bruce leading the pack, his stone cold facade one you could never forget. It was pin-drop silent, you couldn’t even feel yourself breathing at that point. “Guys I found some papers.” You heard Dick’s voice, voice you’d grown to miss over the years. You shifted in your spot, catching glimpse of Dick as he held the stack out towards Bruce.

Bruce clutched the papers tightly, information about yourself on each and every single sheet. “Look around for any clues.” Bruce grumbled, his head shifting towards where you stood. Your breath hitched, all the hard work you feared would be crumbled if he caught you, but his head immediately turned at the sound of Jason’s voice. “This is a waste of time, I could be doing more important things.” Bruce eyed him shortly before turning back where they came from. Dick continued to scan your items, quickly picking up a device you’d been working on.

“B-man I think we-“ Dick’s statement was cut short as you tackled him from your spot, kicking the device out his hands, watching it slide away. You were alert, but clearly not enough as Jason came from behind you, kicking the back of your leg and knocking you onto your knee. You were quick to stop the knee you almost received to the face, using your arms to block before using your weak leg to sweep Jason down. You bounced backwards, keeping your distance as you eyed each of them.

“Who are you.” Bruce pressed, using his harsh voice as he prepared a batarang. You remained silent, rushing towards the two boys who stood in your way as you took them both on. The only sounds you produced were when they had gotten a hit on you. You’d hiss, or groan, and they felt more determined by then. As you continued to battle it out, you were duped and stunned by Bruce’s smoke bomb, making you cough harshly as you tried to remain alert.

You failed miserably, Bruce used your blindsight to attack you a few times. After his last strike you landed on the floor, blood pooling in your mouth before you spat it out with a glare. As you tried to stand, you were pushed back down by Jason who used his foot to press you down. You winced, eyeing him silently as you assumed he was glaring at you from behind his helmet. You opened your mouth to speak before you were knocked out by Jason who punched you. Hard. Very hard.

—

When you awoke from your dazed state you were tied down to a chair. You knew where you were, the bat cave, and you knew you were gonna be interrogated. Once you finally gained recognition of everything around you, you groaned, feeling the punch you’d received from Jason. You were gonna get him back for that. As you continued to contemplate, the door across from you opened, and in walked Bruce. He was angry and had every right to be, you were surprised he didn’t attack you in your vulnerable state.

“Who are you?” He asked the same question he had asked you back at the warehouse. You only shrugged, slumping into your chair as you gazed mindlessly elsewhere. He slammed his hands on the table, gaining your attention before sliding over the papers you recognized. “Why do you have Y/N’s files.” You acted confused, looking deep in thought as you bit the inside of your cheek before opening your mouth, “How do you think I murdered her?” You tried your hardest not to laugh as you held your evil facade. It truly was hard.

He eyed you one last time before leaving the room. Every few minutes or so the others would come in, asking various questions only to be answered with fake answers. They knew you were lying, which only made it more fun on your end. As you threw your head backwards the door opened once more, you didn’t look, too tired to deal with whoever it was. However you were shocked by the baby like voice the person produced. “Your a fool who wanted to get caught. Why?”

You lifted your head forward to catch sight of yet another Robin. This one you didn’t know existed. “Wow another one, what type of child labor project is this?” You joked, even producing a laugh at your own joke. “A wannabe assassin, I see you use a sword, a league of assassins sword.” He continued, ignoring your terrible joke as he eyed you sternly. “Congratulations little Robin, but I prefer talking to people above 5’2.” He was slowly starting to become aggravated with your behavior, causing him to unsheathe his sword as he pointed it at your neck.

You smirked, licking your lips as you spoke. “Aren’t you a superhero, superhero’s don’t kill.” You reminded, watching the way his expression never faltered once. “I’m not like my father, I kill if I have to.” Your smirk fell, your mouth slightly open at the revelation. Father. As the two of you continued to stare at one another the door slammed open, the rest of them appearing as Bruce pulled the youngest Robin backwards. “We don’t kill.” He jabbed, making you smirk victoriously.

Your victory didn’t last long, the younger boy pushed Bruce before he used his sword to cut your domino mask, cutting a small portion of your cheek as well. You winced, your head falling forward as the mask fell off in two pieces, You knew there was no use in pretending no longer. You lifted your head, shocked looks appearing on each of their faces as you smirked. Your voice was silky smooth as you talked in a teasing tone.

“Damn, I guess you caught me.”

#dc imagine #dc comics #batfam x reader #batfam imagine #batman x reader #nightwing x reader #red hood x reader

[envysparkler]

I need the fic where Bruce and Dick have a Conversation about what happened when Dick was lost in time.  about everything Dick did, in Batman’s name, in the name of the family, in the name of Gotham.  all the misconceptions about what Dick thought Bruce wanted and what Bruce actually wanted.

Bruce says softly, I’m proud of you.

the conversation that needs to be had about Damian.  Tim left and Jason hisses at any sign of family bonding, Cass was in Hong Kong and Steph with Babs, but Dick was-is-was-is Damian’s parent.  he didn’t try to take Bruce’s place.  but the place had to be filled anyway.

Dick telling Bruce that Damian loves visiting the zoo, his favorite color is green, he likes to sit in the drawing room on the third floor because it gives the best view of the grounds.  tries to tell Bruce about the hundred things he picked up in all these months while he was playing Bruce’s role but every time he thinks he’s done, he thinks of more.

he’s my son, Dick doesn’t scream.

he wants to.  oh how badly he wants to.

he’s my Robin, Dick doesn’t sob.

the only Robin that Dick chose.  the only mantle Dick passed down himself.  sometimes, when he calls Damian Robin, he does it the way his mother did, in the rolling tone of her language.  when Robin meant my darling my precious my child.

Bruce interrupts Dick’s litany of facts, the pace of them frenetic, like Dick thinks he’ll be stopped before he can finish.  he says, gently, I know he’s your Robin.  and he says it in Batman’s gruff tone.  where Robin means my darling my precious my child.

they are two grown adults.  they can make this work.  Damian is Bruce’s son, but if blood meant anything, Bruce wouldn’t have all the children that he does.  it’ll make family dynamics complicated, but that’s never stopped them before.

Dick doesn’t want Batman.  but there’s no rule that only Batman can have a Robin.  there’s no rule that Robin can only fly in Gotham--and if there was, it’s been broken a hundred different times, in New York and San Francisco and all over the world, because Robins can’t be caged.

Damian wants to get to know his father but he feels safe with Grayson.  Damian needs a Batman that can smile and crack a joke, not one that embodies the League’s principles of intimidation.  Damian knows Gotham and he knows the Manor but he doesn’t know his father.

Gotham is Bruce’s home.  but it’s changed while he’s been gone, and he needs to relearn it.  the same with his family.

co-custody is hard, but Batman and Oracle manage it fine with the Batgirls.  it’ll work for Robin too.

#fic ideas #batfam #unconventional family #dick&bruce&damian #Jason: :pokes his head in: oh are we just claiming family members now? #Jason: great I want co-custody of Red Robin #Jason: weekend visitation I need him for a case #Jason: yeah I could just ask him but this is funnier #Jason: also now I can force him to eat his vegetables

[britcision]

Alright listen

I’m not a particularly huge fan of “secret twin/sibling AU” cuz if not done right, it quickly becomes “and we only care cuz of blood relation”

The antithesis of Bruce Wayne

(And like you can’t say adopted families don’t count to the goddamn bat fam, it’s illegal and you go to double Arkham)

But

I have also noticed it’s kinda always Danny is the adopted secret twin

And… well

Large bulky men who break down walls

Who come back to life but kinda fucked up

BRUCE WAYNE NÉ FENTON, OLDER BROTHER OF JACK FENTON WHOSE PARENTS DIED BEFORE TELLING HIM THE TRUTH

I will also accept Bruce having known but not knowing how to introduce himself to his brother and just secretly helping fund their building a portal to hell

Cuz that’s like talking to people when you’re Batman, totally counts, Alfred definitely thinks they’ve exchanged Christmas cards

Jason is the other obvious option, maybe from when the Fentons were in college cuz gods know that man’s family tree is already a xylophone

Tim, also a great candidate, he was pretty much an afterthought for the Drakes and neglected so having picked him from a line up tracks

Just

More than half of the bat fam is already adopted

And they’re the cool side to have been adopted from

There’s some consolation for Danny from the Fentons not being his bioparents that kinda invalidates that it is Still Fucked Up That They Mistreat Him

Him not being theirs really doesn’t mitigate it but it keeps showing up

No

Tim Drake’s expression watching Jack Fenton scarf fudge knowing that’s his dad

Bruce realizing if he’d looked past the family Christmas cards he coulda saved his niece and nephew

Jason wondering how the fuck these crappy scientists could be his parents then Maddie bodies Bruce and yeah suddenly that tracks

(He will not be admitting that it made sense the second Jack took down a wall instead of the door a foot away from him, no, Maddie’s ninja skills are the genetic part)

Damian’s goddamn CHALLENGE being the Blood Son and super proud of being a Wayne only for Bruce to be like “well actually neither of us are blood Waynes, your brothers have exactly as much right to the name”

Damian fucking STRUGGLING cuz like his dad’s still Batman, even if he’s Bruce Fenton, blood matters to this kid that’s still his birth name and Damian wants to be proud of his heritage

But calling himself Fenton in a world with the Fenton Thermos?

Death is better

From personal experience

(This being the final straw that breaks Damian from his obsession with bloodlines? Extra juicy, cuz Bruce sure as shit would never stop calling himself a Wayne even if the Fenton stays silent)

#dp x dc #raw crack potential #jazz jumping on a new baby brother to psychoanalyze #or just another goddamn billionaire nosing around #ugh why go away #wait why is dad crying #what do you mean danny’s billionaire magnetism is also genetic #bruce trying to politely decline mountains of ham #while plotting to rescue his niblings

[redheadjustin]

Heyo! Since your requests are open I was wondering if you could do a Damian Wayne x male reader. So basically the reader is Damian's older brother (somewhere around Tim's age) and just spending the day together at the mall, (Maybe going to build a bear since I can bet he's never been there).

Thanks so much <33

You were probably the only one of the Bat family, besides Dick, that Damian, Dami, Wayne Liked. It wasn’t that hard for him to like you. You were Y/N Wilson Wayne, son of Slade Wilson A.K.A. Deathstroke the Terminator. You were trained to be an assassin since you could stand. Bruce adopted you after the ENTIRE Justice League was called in to take Slade down. Given Slade’s track record with his children, Grant, Joey, Rose, It was no surprise that Slade had trained you. Bruce took you in around the time Tim started as Robin. There was no way you could forget your training so Bruce let you in on the family business. Red Bat. You were named that because of your brutality and the amount of blood you spilled. You were by no means as deadly as Jason but your training dictated that you put an enemy down. Bruce understood this and while he did not like it he understood that you suffered from a form of PTSD where you had no choice but to obey what Slade tahut you.

When Damian came to live with the Bat family you were the first one that Damian respected. He could not beat you. You were Tim’s age and you have the same genetic enhancements that Slade did. You refused to think of Slade as your father. Damian was entrusted to you when Bruce and Dick were too busy to take Dami on patrol. He seemed to listen to your orders Faster than Bruce and Better than Dick. Dick would never tell you but he was jealous that Damian listened to you better than him.  It was a rare day off and you needed to head to the mall. You always headed to the mall when you had a day off and It just so happened that Damian wanted to go as well. You hid your smirk. You knew Damian just wanted to be with you. And you have no problems spending your time with your baby brother.

You knew as soon as you saw the shop you had to drag Damian in. Build a bear workshop, it’s a Bat Family tradition. Every member had gone with Bruce to get one. Dick got an elephant, Jason a wolf, Tim a Monkey and you a Texas longhorn. You knew Bruce would do it but you knew that Damian needed to take part in the traidation. You knew Bruce would make an exemption.

As you led Damian to the store He sent you a murderous look. He didn't know about the tradition as part of the tradition was that people weren't informed of it until after it had been completed. You sent him to go pick one. Damian sent you an inquiring  look. You suppressed a chuckle as he picked out a Batman one. As you two stood in line to have it stuffed Damian decided to ask the question that had been on his mind since you entered the store.  

“Willison, Why did we enter this childish shop?” Damian asked quietly as to not draw attention. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face. “I’ll tell you after you're done. And if you don’t lose your temper then we’ll get ice cream, deal?” You asked, knowing that it would get the former assinan to agree. Damian nodded his head. You were very happy to find that he kept the Sarcastic comments to himself.

When everything was done and paid for Damian was happy. He didn’t know why but he was. It was when they were sitting in the food court that Damian asked his question. “Why did you make me do that, Willson?” It wasn’t spoken with the usual amount of hatred, Damian was honestly wondering why You had him participate in the tradition. “Well, It’s something that goes back to when Dick was first adopted. You see, when we all came to Bruce we were scared, angry, sad, confused, grieving. Bruce knew this. He wanted us to have a friend. So he brought us here and let us pick our first friend. I was never Robin. I’m the son of one of his worst enemies. He went out of his way to make me feel welcomed. You, Damian, Push everyone away except for me, Dick, Bruce and Alfred. You need something to pour your heart out to. Yes it's childish, But I still do it. You need to. You need to feel a part of the family. Because, despite your background, You Damian Al-Gaul Wayne, are a part of this family.” You never lost your sincere smile. You could see the tears in Damian’s eyes, despite the sunglasses. You and him Finished your Ice cream and left to head home. It was in the car that Diaman said the thing you wanted to hear the most.

“Thank you Y/N. Thank you for treating me like a member of the family. For treating me as more than a weapon.” You hid your smile but you knew you broke Damian’s first wall. “Anytime baby bat. anytime.”  

#x male! reader #x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #male!reader #damian wayne x male!reader #damian wayne #damian al ghul #dc x male reader