#Damian still had a superiority complex but only because he was heir to demon

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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

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Little Devil

warnings: cursing | child restraints | vague references to child abuse | age regression

|one|

There was a toddler sitting on his kitchen counter.

Jason stared at her.

She stared at him.

They stared at each other.

“Are you honestly having a staring contest with a child,” a sharp, accented voice spoke from his left. Jason spun around subconsciously bringing forth the flame dagger to defend himself and the mystery child. Leaning calmly against his kitchen wall was Lady Shiva who seemed unbothered by the flaming dagger in his hand. Given that she could kill him without breaking a sweat, he had no trouble believing that was the case. The weirdness part was the diaper bag she had swung across her body. She looked almost maternal.

“What the hell are you doing in my house,” he demanded, and he honestly wanted to know. He didn’t have the time for holes in his security. It was already hard enough to keep the damn bats away now he had to worry about assassins also?

“Now that’s no way to speak in front of a child,” the assassin teased as she moved closer, and Jason tensed. His self-preservation was currently telling him to get the hell out of dodge.

“There has been unrest in the League since the fall of Ra Al Ghul. In an attack orchestrated by the forgotten one, Nyssa, Mistress Talia has been regressed into her younger years.”

And no. Hell no.

Jason turned slowly back to the child. His mind wanted to cling to the denial, but it was all there. The sun-kissed skin. The wavy dark brown locks. Piercing green eyes. Not to mention the holier-than-thou sneer on her face.

“T?” He heard himself question, and she turned her nose up at him with such a condescending air for her to be what 3 years old? Damn, how old was she exactly?

He turned back to Shiva who was watching with a smile on her face, “Why did you bring her here?”

A dark look crossed her face and he saw Talia interest piqued. “Because of her current state, she would be incredibly vulnerable to her enemies. She had left me with specific instructions to follow in case she was ever comprised. One would be to rule the League until such a time for her to reclaim the title. And secondly depending on the situation, to leave her in the hands of someone capable to protect her efficiently. Next to me, you are at the top of her list.”

Jason barked out a laugh, “Me? Talia trusts me to watch her as a kid? She does remember how bad my own childhood was? I’m a shitty person to choose. Go give her to the Bat over something. He’d love another child to suit up for his war even if it is his baby mama and ex-fiancé.”

“Lady Talia has him listed as her number one enemy. I’d be going against her trust and her orders by taking her to him. And neither of us would have him corrupt her the way he did either of our children.”

She moved closer and pushed the diaper bag into his chest, “You have your orders from the Demon’s Head and proxy as the Demon’s Head.” Shiva turned to Talia who was watching the proceedings go down with an uninterested scowl. “Mistress Talia, I shall take my leave now though I have not left you unprotected. You will be in the care of a great warrior, the Red Hood. The Last Living Member of the All Caste and Heir to the Demon.”

Jason’s jaw dropped, “Heir to the what? Since when have I been the Heir to the Demon’s Head? I thought that was brat’s title!”

Shiva seemingly ignored him until she received a sharp nod from Talia which she took as her cue for dismissal. “It was your mother’s declaration of you being her chosen heir that lead to the attack. Nyssa wouldn’t have bothered if she hadn’t chosen you.”

Jason glanced back at Talia who seemed to be sizing him up when he turned to look back at Shiva… she was gone. Goddamn ninjas.

“Alright, T. Let’s try to make the most of this.”

By the look on her face, Jason was regretting crawling out of his grave.

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Jason had always wondered if the brat’s attitude was because of how he was raised. Someone raised as a prince to one day rule the world with a larger than life superiority complex.

Now he’s realizing that it had to be hereditary. If Damian was the demon brat, then Talia was the devil. There was no such thing as peace with her. She wanted to explore everything in his house. And he was so glad to have chosen one of his better safehouses. One of the ones where it didn’t seem like he spent his nights shooting scum and running across rooftops.

Talia started her day off by launching herself off the counter and nearly giving Jason a heart attack. She completed her jump expertly though and landed soundlessly. Still didn’t stop Jason from feeling like he was about to die… again.

What the fuck did he get himself into?

In hindsight strolling up to the Manor with a squirming ninja baby strapped and duck taped down wasn’t one of his finest ideas. But seriously, if Ra Al Ghul was still alive, Jason would shoot the fucker in the head. He seriously taught escape techniques to a toddler? Wasn’t this the age parents tried to get the little leashes and things in hopes of keeping the still? The little devil also had a nice piece of duct tape over her mouth but that was besides the point. (At least his hand had finally stopped bleeding. What the fuck does she floss with? Her swords?)

Alfred had looked nearly faint when he opened the door to see Jason with a baby. And he immediately got the wrong idea when he thought that Talia was his child. If it weren’t for the duct tape, he’s pretty sure that Talia would let him know exactly how she felt about that theory.

“No, Alf.  She’s not mine,” he started as he pushed the stroller through the door. He dutifully ignored the disapproving expression on the old man’s face. “Where’s B and the others?”

“Where they always are, sir,” Alfred replies dryly. “And Master Richard wonders why he’s losing his tan.”

Jason chuckled, but still went to one of the entrances of the Batcave. The one with the elevator. Alfred follows him trying to maintain his British stoicism but couldn’t quite damper his curiosity. All the present Bats turned to look at the elevator jaws dropping at the sight of Jason and the baby.

“Little Wing,” Dick croaked. “You have a kid?”

You know what? Fuck this.

“This is Talia. She got de-aged.”

Damian and Bruce froze. Both turned to the little girl who glared heatedly at them. Jason bent down and remove the tape gently from her mouth. “Talia, this is Batman and his partners.”

The little girl sniffed disdainfully, and one Arabic word came tumbling out of her mouth, “Unworthy.”

The look on their faces were worth the bloody hand he had received earlier. “Todd, I demand you tell me what happened to my mother!”

Jason ignored the brat and turned back to the actual devil. He looked her in the eyes, “Alright, T, I’m going to untie you now. You be good, and I’ll get you some more of chocolate covered strawberries.”

Talia pursed her lips in consideration before she nodded seriously. He made the mental note to go buy some more strawberries.

“Do you know what happened,” Jason heard Tim ask in the background. Jason shook his head, “Nah, Sandra dropped her off saying there was an attack at the compound after she named the heir to the league.”

Jason placed Talia on his hip and turned to look at the others. Each of them wore a calculating expression on their faces that he didn’t like not one bit. Well except for Damian who just seemed uncomfortable with the sight of his regressed mother and Dick who was trying to wrap his head around the fact that Jason was on first named basis with an assassin.

“Isn’t it supposed to be Damian? Why would she name him the heir when everyone already knows?” Barbara commented from the video screen on the Bat computer, and Jason could only shake his head. He felt a small hand on his face and he opened his eyes to look at the mini version of his mother figure. Fuck, even as a baby, she looked dangerously worried about him.

“The brat was supposed to be Ra’s heir… not Talia’s,” he commented. He didn’t need them knowing that he was the heir. He still couldn’t believe it.

“Well who’s the new heir,” the replacement inquired needing to know the details. Jason scowled, “That’s not important. What is important is that my mom is now a child and her psycho sister is trying to kill her!”

“Since when is Talia your mom,” various voices demanded, and a part of Jason felt satisfaction at the way Bruce twitched when he announced his association to the now little devil beside him.

“That’s what you got out of that,” Jason scoffed in disbelief. “You all think I’m fucked up in the head.”

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