#Damian: *i didn't actually mean it but now it's too late*

[starry-bi-sky]

for clone Danny, Clone Damian

I give you

Edit Clone Talia as somehow Girlfriend of Danny, just think of the comedy

nah brO BECAUSE LITERALLY I HAVE THOUGHT BOUT THAT. Literally since the conception of Clone Danny, I have thought about it. If only for, as you said, the COMEDY of it all. Plus I love writing romance.

Literally my motto for my aus is: A) is it plausible, B) is it FUNNY (and a secret third option C) is it ANGSTY)

Clone Talia would be an offshoot au of Clone^2 because idk how she'd fit into the original timeline, bUT, she'd exist. And to avoid confusion I'll call her Nasra - I thought about Tameka (which means twin) but I like Nasra better. "Talia and Nasra" just flows so nicely doesn't it?

Idk WHY there's a clone of Talia running around -- maybe the LoA made her, maybe n unknown organization who hates Batman and knows he has romantic ties to Talia, and started making a clone of her to fuck with him and then she got nabbed by a portal when she was still Danny's age and in the middle of training. She might be like Connor (??) and have memories and thus her training is more proficient than baby Dames.

Either way, regardless of how she was made, I think it's hilarious if she, much like baby Dames, immediately attacks Danny on sight. She falls into his city and Danny only has a moment to go "goddammit not agaIN" before he's fending off a very confused, very violent Nasra. Fortunately he's able to actually try and talk to her and be at least somewhat successful -- Nasra knows english. although even if she didn't, Danny would still be somewhat successful since he knows Arabic.

Also Bruce and Danny are the battinson bat because i think that is also hilarious and 'wet rat' is STILL the perfect energy for Danny as Phantom - especially in the early days when he's running around in all but jeans and a hoodie. (and god watch me go on a rant in a separate post about his outfit and reasonings for being Phantom when he has no powers later on because it makes me go FERAL. and his active choice to look as inhuman and ghost-like through his behavior as phantom and the decision to wear such a creepy mask as possible)

(like seriously, imagine walking home late at night while danny was still in his early vigilante days (and even now when he's got damian and a better suit) and seeing a skinny figure in the shadows with sunken in black-and-glowing-green eyes, and a bone white, skull-like face, crouched on all fours like a wild animal about to pounce. THAT is the level of creepiness I was going for for clone danny)

In my head, Sam offers to house Nasra and Nasra stays with her. SAm is able to convince her parents to let her stay, or she pulls a Danny and just straight up smuggles her in and her parents are none the wiser. I also think it's funny if they have unspoken BEEF with each other. Only to later become like sisters. Nasra teaches Sam the martial arts she knows, and also Danny joins in too with Damian because goddamn he needs it even IF he's learning stuff from his mom (as per the most recent snippet post I made).

OH AND DAMIAN AND NASRA. I think it's equally as funny if they ALSO have beef with each other. Nasra is a clone of his mother (of whom he might have complicated views on due to being a clone but still is his mother) and Damian is a clone of Nasra's "son". This beef largely starts from Damian's own refusal to want to share his Danny with another clone, especially with a clone of his MOTHER.

Danny and Nasra don't become lovers for a good, long while I think. They're besties first before they even consider the idea of dating -- not only just because of the whole "uhhh our counterparts dated so it'd feel kinda weird and forced if we dated" and also because Nasra, with her newfound freedom, is busy trying to figure out herself.

A big theme here in clone^2: discovering your identity and who you are as a person when the only thing you own that's unique is your name (which isn't even the case for Damian), and figuring out if your choices are your own or because you're a clone and its something your original would have done. Nature vs Nurture and the illusion of choice and whether it really is one or not.

Also Nasra also becomes a vigilante. Danny appreciates the help but is also tearing out his hair because what the fuck is up with these assassins and becoming vigilantes?! Nasra goes by "Nesha". She's similar to Red Huntress at first where she kinda does her own thing, but is lowkey forced to team up with Danny about it because she doesn't have any proper ghost hunting equipment with her.

And then a duo becomes a trio, and Danny is spending more time with her. And they steadily become friends. Very snarky friends who are very bratty to each other, but friends. Damian still doesn't like her so Danny spends extra time during patrol keeping the two of them from making insults at each other.

"Nesha please stop fighting with a nine year old. Wraith, quit insulting Nesha."

Nasra also uses like, weaponry as Nesha which exasperates Danny a little because why are you using swords??? They're already dead its not gonna kill them,,,, If you cut off their heads its just gonna piss em off, its re-attachable. Let him ghost-proof it first too. But well, its still gonna HURT he supposes. He's still a little exasperated.

And MMM i'm sorry lmao im so focused on Nasra becoming her own person than the actual romance aspect of it all. Nasra cuts her hair short for the same/similar reasons that Danny keeps his long - to try and gain a semblance of autonomy and identity that's away from their original. Danny has his alternative rock-kinda geeky look and Nasra's got, from influence from Sam, a more alternative fashion style. Although she still leans into being feminine, which is a good challenge to Sam's belief that feminity = bad, and gets her to unlearn those bad habits since her new adoptive sister is feminine while still being an unapologetic badass.

And ykw I think Nasra gets into rollerblading and loves it. She rollerblades constantly. Damian is furious because skating is his thing (even if what he gets later on is a skateboard - skater boy damian ftw. i can see him wearing flannels and graphic tees as a teenager. very grungy/skater aesthetic. He also has a much more relaxed and teen-y speech pattern compared to DW's more formal way of talking. He also spray paints as his form of artistic medium.) and he refuses to have Nasra be a copy of him.

They will sort out their differences eventually. LMao.

Anyways they eventually do get together, but not before Danny finally has his run in with Mister Wayne. Which, they only meet because Danny starts destabilizing, and thus needs Bruce Wayne's DNA to help stabilize himself. Which that meeting in and of itself is pretty chaotic on its own, but then add clone Damian and Nasra? Bruce needs coffee.. or alcohol.

Because picture this: its late at night, you're on patrol with the rest of your family. It's like, two in the morning. You suddenly get a call in from your butler, Alfred, informing you that not one, not two, but THREE children -- two of them in their late teens and the other one not even ten yet -- showed up on your doorstep. One of them is unconscious. They are all clones.

The girl and the boy are twins - and are clones of YOU - and the girl isn't even technically YOUR clone she's a clone of your clone - and also this clone of you is your college friends' kid. And then the youngest boy is a clone of your youngest SON. Bruce is running across rooftops when he gets this call and does a literal 180 degree turn and touches the ground because he basically did a figure skating turn, and sprints back towards the manor because what the fuck? He needs to check this out.

And then half a day later a clone of your fucking ex shows up on your doorstep demanding to see the clone of you - the boy that is, not the girl - and then immediately gets into a verbal lashing with the clone of your son. Like what a fucking DAY. Your kids are equally as baffled but also laughing their asses off -- except your bio son, who is very unhappy about this turn of events and keeps getting the stink eye from his clone.

Like??? I'd quit right then and there.

While Danny recovers he's staying in Wayne manor and Damian is very reportedly not leaving his side. Ellie has to leave to help take care of Amity Park with RH, and then Nasra is also very determinedly not leaving his side either. This is her friend dammit. The first thing she does when he becomes lucid is insult him, and he insults her back - they're bantering. It's how they flirt later on. None of the Bats know how to deal with this situation.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #dpdc crossover #dpdc au #dp dc #dp dc crossover #clone^2 #danny fenton is a clone #danny fenton is not the ghost king #sorry this got so long and i barely even got into them falling in love with one another #satoshy you should totally reblog this so we can talk about this more i'd love to bounce ideas with you or anyone else about it 👀 #this is so funny to me personally because like. im imagining nasra doesnt show up unti danny's like at least 18-19 #which is a wild set of 3 years for danny because he finds out he's a clone when he's 15 #acquires Damian at 16 and then meets nasra at 18 #like he got one grace period where it was just him and his new little brother and then BAm another clone #damian showed up by accident but i promise you nasra was specifically clockwork's doing because its hilarious to me personally #CW loves danny but also he's a little shit. i was originally gonna call Nasra's vigilante name 'revenant' but thought it was too basic #also danny not meeting bruce until he's almost 20 is very funny to me. especially since baby dames was with the league for 6 years #beforehand #like what do you mean my clone has been living unnoticed for 18 years. he's had damian for HOW LONG? THREE YEARS? #morally gray danny has my heart ever since my post where he murdered three guys for nearly killing his brother. #nasra attacks danny and yay! he doesn't hurt his hands this time around! he's grown since he met damian. that was also a large part why dee #didn't like nasra right off the bat. she could've hurt him and made his hands even worse.

[incorrectbatfam]

Batfam interacting and bonding with Bernard, if it's not too much to ask?

Dick: Hey, Bernard! Tim's not here right now. Bernard: That's fine, I can come back late— Dick: *drags Bernard inside* Dick: Sorry I didn't get around to it sooner, but I've been meaning to ask, what do you do? Bernard: Huh? Dick: What do you do for a living? How do you plan on paying for that engagement ring that you'll be getting Tim in ten years? Bernard: Ten years is a long— Dick: Speaking of rings, have you seen that new Lord of the Rings show? Barbara said I should skip it, but there's something weirdly amusing about bad shows, you know? Bernard: I've heard of— Dick: *tightens his grip on Bernard's shoulder* Dick: What's your favorite bad media, Bernie? Can I call you Bernie? Bernard: Actually, I prefer— Dick: Sweet. Anyway, Bernie, lemme show you my collection of Dreamworks movies that people claim are flops but are actually cinematic masterpieces. —————

Jason: This is the kitchen. It's where we keep the knives. Bernard: *sweats* ————— Damian: You must be my brother's lover. Bernard: Yeah, I guess. Damian: Do better. ————— Bernard: Wait, so everyone in your family is a vigilante? Duke: Pretty much. Even Jarro. Bernard: Who's Jarro? Duke, whispering: We don't talk about Jarro. ————— Bernard: Let me get this straight. Cullen: I've tried. It's best not to fight it. ————— Stephanie: You must be Bernard! I'm Steph. Bernard: You're Tim's ex, right? Stephanie: Oh, yeah, but don't worry, it won't be awkward. 'Cause you know what we got in common? Bernard: What? Stephanie: We're the only two people who know about eight-year-old Tim's Honey Boo Boo parody where he puts on his mom's dress and pretends to be a pageant princess called Timmy Toot Toot. Bernard: Proof or it didn't happen. Stephanie: *pulls out her phone* ————— Cassandra: *stares* Bernard: Um, hi? Cassandra: *stares* Bernard: Can I help you? Cassandra: *stares* Bernard: Oh, you must be Cass! I'm Bernard. Cassandra: *stares* Bernard: Cassandra: *stares* Bernard: *visibly uncomfortable* Cassandra: *stares* Bernard: I think I'll head out... ————— Bernard: Hey, sorry I'm late. Barbara, in front of her laptop: No worries, Bernard Dowd of 8255 Cypress Avenue, it's not your fault your Uber surreptitiously stopped at the Ben and Jerry's on Main Street for 11 minutes. That must have been frustrating, but at least you could use your 50% off coupon for a Cherry Garcia and only had to charge $2.65 to your MasterCard ending in 3363. ————— Harper: You know how to use a blowtorch? Bernard: No. Harper, handing him a blowtorch: You do now. ————— Carrie: Your name's Bernard? Bernard: Yep. Carrie: Why? ————— Kate: As an elder gay, I've always felt a tug of responsibility to protect my kin, and there's no baby gay more precious to me than Tim. Bernard: I'll treat him well. Kate: I know you will. But just in case, have you ever heard of the Secret Union of Toolbox Lesbians? Bernard: Can't say I have. What exactly, uh, do they do? Kate: Normally they go around fixing things. Cars, door hinges, you name it. But sometimes they'll take on... additional duties. Bernard, nervously: Like what? Kate: *squeezes his shoulder* Kate: I hear you're a fan of unsolved mysteries. Bernard: ————— Alfred: Take a seat. Master Tim will be out shortly. Bernard: Thanks. What are you cooking? It smells good? Alfred: Oh, just a traditional English soup. A diplomat once told me it was the best thing he ever had. Bernard: Really? Alfred: Indeed. Alfred, whispering: The secret is a little touch of arsenic. ————— Selina: You like cats. Bernard: Sure. Selina: This one's a keeper. ————— Bruce: You be good to Tim, or else. Bernard: I will, I promise. No need to gut me with a batarang. Bruce, confused: What are you talking about? Bernard: Nothing, don't worry about it. Bruce: I won't. Bernard: Phew. Bruce, sipping his coffee: But you should. ————— Tim: I'm so sorry about my family. Bernard: They're a lot, but it's okay. They remind me of you. Tim: Aw, I love you. Bernard: I love you too... Timmy Toot Toot.

#ask #anonymous #bernard dowd #tim drake #red robin #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #timber #dc comics #headcanon #my writing #tw threats

[thebucketpail]

When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt 14.

Pt.1 pt.13 Ao3

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Jason had alot on his mind.

For starters, apparently his boyfriend had a kid, which, great! She seemed awesome and that was totally okay. But then there were the concerning things he had overheard from the phone call. Like the bit about cloning, which would make Dani- well at least it was somewhat better than the alternative. Suffice to say, he and Danny had alot to talk about later.

All this had led to the very strong urge to find this 'Vlad' character and shoot him where it hurt. (Well it would probably hurt no matter where he shot him but the point still stands.)

Luckily, Jason didn't have to spend long trying to hide this fury before getting an alert from Oracle about some super-powered lunatic tearing up the upper east side. Now that usually wouldn't be his problem, but beating up bad guys is, shockingly, a really good stress relief, so he took the out.

Hopefully Danny didn't take him leaving so suddenly the wrong way.

Unfortunately, Jason didn't really have the mental bandwidth to actually think all these thoughts while also getting shot at by a green floating maniac.

"Oracle, please tell me you have something on this guy, I'm almost out of tricks," he yelled, not waiting to watch the round he unloaded sail right through the guy, before diving behind a half melted car.

"Tt, you may be out of tricks, Todd, but I am not," Robin called as he vaulted over Hood's makeshift shelter. Giving him a satisfying view when seconds later he sailed back overhead and crashed into a storefront, as a chorus of, "Names, Robin," crackled over the intercomm.

"Lucky shot," he grumbled, stumbling over to Jason who had to stifle a laugh at how the kid's face was scrunched up in annoyance. "Not a word. Oracle?"

"Sorry boys, nothing yet. I'll keep trying but all I'm hitting are dead ends."

Robin scrunched up his nose and sighed in annoyance, "So what's the plan then?" He asked.

Hood was about to snap back that 'how should he know' when someone else spoke.

"The plan is: you focus on getting civilians out of the way while we take out big, mean, and corrosive over there." Okay, Red Hood would never admit that he jumped, but to be fair, Robin did too. The voice had come from directly over his shoulder and no one should be able to sneak up on two trained vigilantes that easily. Especially not Damian.

They turned in unison to find two floating teenagers, no more than 17 and 13 each, with floating white hair, and green, green eyes. They were nearly identical, all the way down to the black and silver jumpsuits emblazoned with a flaming D insignia, or were they p's? It was hard to tell.

They were clearly heros of a sort, but Jason didn't recognize them so they were either really small time and in Gotham for a visit, or they chose the wrong city to jumpstart their heroing careers.

"Why are you dressed like a traffic light?" The younger one asked, blowing and popping a blindingly pink bubble as she floated closer to Robin, "I thought the bats were supposed to be discreet."

"That's none of your business," demon Brat growled, "Touch me and you're dead." The girl's hand paused, halfway outstretched toward Robin's cape. She didn't back off, though, until he pulled a birdarang.

"Woah there," she said, holding up her hands and floating backwards as if to calm him, "You're a little late on the dead part, but let's go easy on the knives, eh?"

The guy, now standing next to Hood as he watched the scene play out, snickered.

Robin scowled, "Who are you?"

The guy beamed and raised his hand like he was waiting to be called on in class. "Ooh! I know this one! Uh, hi, my name's Phantom," he gestured grandly to himself and, grinning, took a small bow, and that's Stray," he continued, "We are ghosts, like you, but we're here to help with that." He finished off the whole thing by pointing at the guy stomping around the streets and shooting acid.

The little one- Stray- nodded and popped another bubble. "Yeah, basically, our job is to beat up the ghosts who escape the zone and cause mayhem. We're just cool like that. But don't worry, y'all aren't causing to many issues so you're good."

"We are alot more expirienced than you though, so you guys should just stick to evacuation while we take care of the combat part," Phantom added as he flipped a -was that a soup thermos?- in the air.

Somehow Robin's frown managed to get deeper.

"We do not need you're assistance with combat," he scoffed, "and I find it unbelievable that you two have more experience than I do."

Stray's eyebrows shot up. " Oh okay, sorry didn't relise you were good on your own. I guess that's probably why you just flew through a window and can't seem to land a single hit," she sassed back, hands planted firmly on her hips.

"Tt, a slight miscalculation. Besides, I have no doubt I could take you in a fight easily, much less the flying green bozo over there."

"Oh yeah?" She replied, her nose twitching slightly, "You wanna go traffic light?"

"Bring it," he growled, dropping into a fighting stance.

Then they were at each other's necks. Damian was tackled off his feet almost immediately, making it less of a standard fight and more of a knock-down, drag-out brawl, and Phantom was just watching. No, not even just watching, he was cheering them on, meanwhile Jason was still trying to wrap his head around what they had said.

"Wait, waitwaitwait. Rewind," he said, causing the ghost to turn toward him distractedly without pulling his eyes from the wrestling demons. "What do you mean 'ghosts like you'? Were not ghosts" At least as far as Hood knew he wasn't a ghost. Zombie plausibly, but he had gotten better, so not a ghost. No walking through walls and spraying people with goo, and he definitely didn't float and/or glow like these people.

Phantom snorted and turned toward him fully with a roll of his eyes.

"I don't mean like ghost, ghost," he snorted, "at least not what most people think of ghosts. But you've both clearly died before, and you have cores, however small, so- ghost," he explained, trailing off with awkward jazz hands.

what?

"What?"

Phantom looked like he was about to respond, but was cut off when a large glob of plasma careened into their makeshift shelter and melted the remains into the ground.

The demons, now rolling on the ground, froze, and Phantom let out a low whistle.

"Right, forgot about that. Stray, come on." The girl popped up from the ground, sporting several new bruises and a manic grin.

"Time to kick butt now, Dad?" Hood's brain froze. 'dad?' Phantom just let out a drawn out sigh as he mussed up her hair in a way that seemed oddly familiar.

"Oh so no I'm 'dad'," he grumbled before turning back to Hood. "You're good on the plan, yeah? Cool, see you in two shakes of a ghosts tail." He punned, then they were off, shouting insults and throwing punches that actually managed to hit.

Hood took a few seconds to process what the fresh hell just happened as Robin stood up and spat some blood from his mouth. He was also sporting fresh bruises, aswell as a small cut on his forehead. Impressive.

"Tt, they are adequate," he muttered, turning on his heel and heading for the nearest building where civilians were still trapped.

Hood sent a quick message to Oracle and B that they had help and to focus on civilians, before following as the fight raged on overhead.

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"So is it just me or does Red Hood seem kinda familiar?" Dani asked, ducking an ecto blast and moving in to land a solid hit.

Danny raised an eyebrow and shot a widely at their opponent. "What do you mean?" He asked in response, frowning as the shot missed.

"I don't know, I think it's his core? I feel like I've met him before, but I'm pretty sure I would know if I had."

"Huh, strange. Hey Acid Breath! When was the last time you took a shower? You're stinking up the whole street." The Ghost roared in response as they showered the area in corrosive ectoplasm. "Damn, sorry, didn't mean to strike a nerve. How'd you get here anyway?"

"AAACCCEEE!!" now what could that possibly mean?

"Sorry I don't know anyone called 'Ace'," Danny called, stopping long enough to keep their attention off Dani as she went in for another attack. "You wouldn't mind introducing us, would you?"

"RAWR!!!" Okay, that was a no then. Finally, Dani struck, landing a solid hit to their back before getting smacked to the pavement twenty feet below.

Danny yelped, fumbling with the thermos on his belt before promptly souping the poor sap and flying down to his clone.

"You good kid?" He asked, wincing as Danny scowled up at him and spat out her wad of gum.

"Just peachy," she replied with a sarcastic smile as she took his offered hand. "I thought you promised me a fight."

Danny squinted at her and looked around at the carnage and smoking crater they were currently standing in.

"Was that not? A fight?"

The kid snorted and rolled her eyes, "I meant like a fun one, like with Ember or Skulker. This guy was no fun, no finesse. The closest thing I got to a fight was that brawl with the traffic light."

Danny sighed and ran a hand down his face, "Sorry? We'll see if Robin's still up to fight, either that or we can spar later?"

"Hmph, fine. But don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're old and you're bones are creaky."

Danny gasped, old? Him? "Oh you're going to so pay for that comment kid."

"Oh yeah?" She asked, planting her hands on her hips and raising an eybrow.

"Yeah," Danny grinned back, with equal levels of Fenton sass.

Their standoff lasted about twenty seconds before Dani's gaze focused on something behind her original.

"What's with the guy in the leather furry suit? He's staring at us."

Ancients, could he not do one thing in this city without attracting this guys attention? Apparently not. Batman stared at Phantom and Phantom stared back. Danny groaned.

Unfortunately, with the fighting now finished and most if not all civilians safely removed from the street still dripping with ectoplasmic acid, Danny probably should, *shiver,* talk with the local heros, including the Bat himself. There was no way Danny would be able to walk out of this without setting up several more flags for the furry brigade to hunt down.

But as much as he dreaded it, for some reason Danny obeyed when Bats stared him down from a nearby roof, his eyes communicating a clear talk now or I will make your life hell, though he would probably do that anyway.

"Ugh, here comes the hard part," Danny mumbled as he motioned for Dani to follow him up to the roof. "Batman," he greeted with a curt nod when they landed. At least they were on equal ground now and it didn't feel like he was being looked down upon.

Dani landed behind him, just as Robin, Red Hood, and Red Robin materialized next to Batman.

"Hey, Traffic Light!" Dani beamed, pulling an arm across her chest to stretch her shoulder, "You wanna go again? That fight wasn't too enriching."

Robin scowled at her and shared a look with his- father? Partner? Boss?- whatever their relationship was, Batman had a hard set to his jaw, but Robin looked, not exactly pleading, but more that he wouldn't back down. Somehow Batman lost the stare off.

"Very well, your form could use improvement and I am an excellent teacher," he said, taking a few steps away from the group. In no time at all they were fighting again like they hadn't even stopped.

Robin tried calling out the flaws and tactics in the fight, but was quickly, fully, engrossed on not losing his ground or footing as Dani attacked with more brute, unrelenting, strength than with tact.

Batman stared very dissaprovingly, seemingly ignoring Danny. Danny cleared his throat in an attempt to, Ancients forbid, draw the Batman's attention back to him.

"Don't worry, Stray won't hurt him, at least not more than some bruises or maybe a small sprain if he's not careful." Shit, maybe he shouldn't have said that. The stare Batman gave him chilled Danny to the bones.

"Sorry," Danny muttered, with a sheepish grin he held out his hand, "I'm Phantom by the way, I don't think we've met."

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There was something about Phantom that felt vaguely familiar, Hood just couldn't quite put his finger on it. Aside from the fact that he could've sworn he'd seen this guy before, the ghost felt familiar. The vibes that seemed to exude from the glowing teens somehow felt cozy, in a way.

It was so weird. There was no way to explain it. It felt like- finding someone who was just like you, someone who shared your interests and tastes. It felt like community, like people you can rely on and a place to come home to.

The feeling was so sudden and out of place it made him want to punch something. But like in a positive way. Like when he used to wrestle with Dick or B, way back when. Something in Jason's chest seemed to sing, or more like contentedly rumble. It was something he was used to feeling around-

Hood watched as Phantom ducked his head with a nervous smile, his outstretched hand wandering back to rub at the back of his neck as he avoided Batman's glare.

"Not much for social niceties then, eh?" He asked, shooting honest to god finger guns at The Batman, personification or 'revenge and 'the night'. B's mouth drew into a tight line as he studied the ghost.

"Uhm, sorry for like, invading your territory and stuff, I'll try not to let it happen again," Phantom said, attempting to bring his eyes to meet B's gaze.

"Hn," B grunted, "Gotham is no safe place for meta's, besides, we've got the heroing thing taken care of. We don't need help."

Finally Phantom managed to lock eyes with the bat, he looked taken aback.

"Yeah, sorry. No. You kinda did need help with this one, thank you." Phantom's confidence grew as he proceeded to explain just exactly why he and Stray were needed there. Citing the Bats' underpreparedness, as well as a bunch of ghost politics stuff that was hard to follow.

Batman listened raptly.

And yeah, no. Jason had to be entirely wrong. This couldn't be him, sure the face shapes were nearly identical, and the same freckles, and actually if it weren't for the color change and differences in age they could be the same person. But they couldn't be.

Sure Jason's boyfriend could be a bit... odd, and boisterous sometimes. But he really couldn't imagine him being able to scold motherfucking Batman with that much confidence.

But still it nagged at his brain. It really was a long, long shot, that was really, very, highly, unlikely. And Jason really, probably shouldn't have said anything, but he did.

"Danny?" Phantom faltered and the way he froze at the name was almost confirmation enough. His green eyes flicked around the rooftop, then fixed on Red Hood. For a moment his mouth pulled to a slight frown and his brows furrowed, even the noise of the kids' fighting ceased as Stray- come to think of it, that was probably Dani- stared dumbfounded, with a hint of surprise. The two 'ghosts' shared a look then melted into.... laughter?

One double take later and sure enough they were laughing. It was actually kind of unsettling, all echoey and reverberating as if they found the statement absolutely hilarious. If he didn't know better, Hood would've thought they had gotten Joker gassed or something, but he did, and suddenly felt very awkward at even entertaining the notion.

Batman grumbled.

So yeah, whatever, he gad been wrong. He shouldn't have said anything. But did they really have to keep laughing like that?

Phantom was doubled over and clutching his stomach, while Stray went intangible and rolled out from under Robin, who'd had her pinned, giggling uncontrollably.

Eventually, Phantom managed to straighten out and wipe a tear from his eye.

"Who's Danny?" He asked with a few residual giggles tainting his voice. "I don't know a Danny," it was said with such ease, but something felt forced, and his eyes kept flickering around.

"Pft, yeah," Stray snorted, floating a bit to lean her elbow against her partner's shoulder, "His name's Bill actually. Y'know, like inviso-Bill?"

Phantom sobered up completely and fixed her with a glare as the kid devolved into another laughing fit.

"Its not," he said seriously, "I've been going by Phantom for thousands of years, that one nickname is not going to stick." Yeah, if there was any doubt left that he'd been wrong, allegedly existing for thousands of years probably blew that theory out of the water.

"You wish," Stray forced out between giggles, causing Phantom to sigh.

"Anyway," he emphasized, clapping his hands together as he forced a smile, "Ghost problem solved, so we should probably get going then. Right, Stray?"

"Sure thing, Bill," She snickered, but followed as he slowly drifted away form the rooftop, "cya around traffic light!"

Phantom rolled his eyes once more before they both shot off. In seconds they were gone.

B turned toward Hood, mouth already open to ask a question, but he was already gone too. He'd done his part and he could debrief later. For now he had a boyfriend and his kid to get back to.

Fifteen minutes later, Jason was back outside Danny's door with a whole new set of emotions swirling about in his head. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

Danny turned form their game to look at him with his ice blue eyes, and smiled. He patted the spot on the bed next to him as Dani threw a card down with a small shout. She followed Danny's gaze and twisted to look back at Jason, blowing a strand of black hair out of her face and grinning.

"Ay, welcome back! Glad to see I'm not a deal-breaker!" Jason chuckled and took the seat, cuddling up into Danny's side. What gad he even been thinking. There was still alot of concerning things to talk about, but being a ghost/superhero was something he could cross off the list.

-even if their similarities still nagged at his brain

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Woop, finally did it! And with Jason's suspicions successfully waylaid, we're going to take a (planned) break, while I get swamped down with all my other projects + school.

Hope you liked.

#dpxdc damian wayne #dpxdc #dpxdc red hood #dpxdc danny phantom #dpxdc batman #dpxdc dani phantom #dead in main ship #when you accidentally kill a clown #bucket writes things #long post #fic

[purplegirl20]

Surprise

Pairing: Damian Priest x Self-Insert (Me), along with judgment day

Summary: The Judgement Day decide to surprise me after not seeing me for several months.

Warning: None

Tagging: :@ghoulsister1 @omg-im-such-a-masochist @sparkleva95 @alicejoaquin1990 @vintage-pvssy @ashkrystal @theworldofotps @nyc-kyra-93 @ziasaph @priestparty @queenzay @sultryfandoms @auburnwrites @windhamsrotunda@rheaanddamianfan@theclawdeen1442@tmt-77@blueberryomega@ironshamelessyouth@lisashield @sparklykryptonitequeen91 @claymoresofinfamy23

Note: Sorry for the very long hiatus. I've been dealing with studying to get my nursing license and now I'm back. I hope you enjoy my oneshot.

October 18th:

It' was a chilly Wednesday afternoon. The Judgement day was eating together at a local dinner.

Damian: It's good to reclaim our titles.

Finn: I know right. Finally back home. Their real home.

Rhea smiled as Dominik was munching on his chicken tenders.

Rhea: By the way, What's happens with your girlfriend lately? We haven't from her in a while.

Damian: Oh. She's out of town. She been dealing with her family. Apparently both her mom and her dad caught COVID and been dealing with taking care of them.

Rhea: Damn. Doesn't she have siblings that will help her?

Damian: She does, but both of them live out of state and she's the only one that lives in the same state as her parents. It like a 3 hours drive for her.

Rhea and Finn: What?!

Finn: Is she the oldest?

Damian: Middle child.

Finn and Rhea:(groans) Ah. Middle child syndrome.

Dominik:(mouth full) Middle child syndrome?

Rhea: Dom! Don't speak with your mouth full.

Dominik:(mouth full) Sorry Mami.

Damian: Yea. She basically had been busy taking care of their needs. She barely talk to me because of this. She does small talks via text.

Dominik: Wow. She have alot of her plate. Does she have a good relationship with her parents?

Damian: It's normal. Although her parents are strict. She kind of quiet and socially awkward because of that.

Dominik: How strict are her parents?

Damian: A lot stricter than any parents in a typical Latino home. I mean they wouldn't let her celebrate Halloween. Or let go out to parties while she growing up.

Dominik: Holy shit! None?

Rhea: Now, that you think about it. The few times that I interact with her, she sometimes have problems with eye contact.

Dominik: Really?

Rhea: Remember, on her birthday last year and during the induction ceremony back in April, she sometimes don't look at us.

Dominik: Huh. I didn't notice it.

Damian: She kind of a homebody. She would rather stay home, watching cartoons, anime or play on her phone.

Rhea: Wow.

Finn: That's crazy.

Damian: Yea. I sometimes has to gently push her out of her comfort zone, from time to time.' It sometimes works, but she get overstimulated after a little while.

(Phone vibrating)

He quickly looks up at his phone and see my name on the phone.

Damian:(gasp) It's her.

He quickly picks his phone.

Damian: Shaynell. Mija. My chocolate cake! How are you? I miss you so much.

Shaynell: Hi Bunuelos. I miss you. I'm sorry for not talking to you that much for the last several months. I've been dealing with my own family affairs.

Damian: It fine, Mija. I miss you so much.

Shaynell: I miss you too.

Damian: What are you doing now?

Shaynell: I'm actually driving on my way home. I have at least 2 hours to go.

Damian: Wow. Really?

Shaynell: Yea. After 5 long months, dealing with family, I finally get to arrive home.

Damian: Aw. Don't worry baby. When you come back, I'm going to spoil you rotten?

Shaynell: You promise?

Damian: I promise.

Shaynell: Alright. I love you. Bye.

I quickly hangs up the phone.

Damian: Alright. I have 2 hours to surprise. I'll need your help.

Rhea: Of course. We'll always here to help. Right guys?

Finn and Dominik nods their head in agreement.

Damian: Perfect.

Dominik: Can I least like 2 more orders of chicken tenders and fries, please?

Rhea, Finn, Damian: DOM!

2 hours later...

Shaynell:(sighs) Finally! I'm home! 5 months of being away. I know my fridge has expired food already. I need to clean the fridge and order some groceries when I get home.

I turned the engine of my car and parked my car. I then noticed Damian's car at the parkway.

Shaynell: Look like Damian is at my house already.

I grabbed my luggage and grabbed my keys to get into my house.

Shaynell:(sighs) Finally! I'm inside my own house.

I opens the door and went inside the house. I set my luggage aside and kick my shoes off.

Shaynell: UGH! Finally. Damian! I'm home!

I heard from no response.

Shaynell: Damian? Hello?

I went to the kitchen to try to get rid of the expired food, when I noticed that a huge chocolate cake on the table.

Shaynell: What the hell? Why there's cake here?

"POP!"

Shaynell:(gasp) AHH!

I quickly turns around and saw Judgement Day in front of me.

Judgement day: SURPRISE!

Shaynell: What the hell is going on?

Damian: I just want to surprise you!

He smile and kissed me on the lips, making me a smile.

Damian: I miss you so much!

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight.

Shaynell:(giggling) Damian!

Damian: I miss you so much! I miss your Face! Your voice! Those lips!

He smirks and and sloppily kiss me on the lips, causing me to gasp for air.

Rhea: Damian! Give her some space. You're going to swallow her face.

Shaynell:(coughing) Jesus!

Damian: I'm sorry. I just miss her so much!

He quickly picked me up and hold me tight, accidentally squeezing me.

Shaynell:(gasp) Damian! You're squeezing me! HELP!

Finn and Dominik quickly pulled me away from him.

Shaynell:(coughing)

Finn:(concerned) Are you ok?

Shaynell:(coughing)

Damian: I'm sorry. I just can't enough of you.

Shaynell:(coughing) I know. Just please be gentle next time.

Damian: I will, Mija.

He smile and gently holds me.

Damian: Come here, princesa.

He smiles and playfully pokes my sides, causing me to giggle and squirm.

Finn:(clears throat) Excuse me. Aren't we going to eat this cake or see you make out?

Damian: Oh right. I got some double chocolate cake for you.

Shaynell: I can see that.

Dominik: Oh. Let get some milk to eat some cake.

Shaynell: DOM! Don't drink that! It expired!

He accidentally drink the expired milk, but quickly spit it out.

Dom:(gags) YUCK!

Shaynell: Sorry. I haven't throw away the expired food. All of my food went bad for the last 5 months.

He continue gagging to get rid of the awful taste in his mouth with Rhea by his side.

Rhea: Wash it down with water.

He quickly drinks water from the tap to get rid of the smell.

Rhea: You feel a little better?

Dominik: Yea.

Shaynell: Seriously. Sorry. I didn't have the chance to get rid of the food in the fridge.

Dominik: It fine. You got Listerine?

Shaynell: Bathroom on the right.

Dominik: Thank you!

He quickly left the kitchen to go the bathroom.

Shaynell: While he in the bathroom, I'll order some pizza and wings to go along with some cake. Damian, can you take the cake to the living room?

Damian: Of course.

Shaynell: Thank you, my bunuelos.

I smile and kiss him on the lips, making him blush.

I starts ordering some food while we wait for Dominik to recover.

#damian priest #puerto rican papi #damian priest imagine #damian priest oneshot #wwe fanfiction #the judgment day wwe #rhea ripley #finn balor #dominik mysterio

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just found ur blog and i love the battinson posts being protected by his kids do you think i could get a one shot with the batfam in quarantine and jason pretending to hate it but he actually loves being around bruce so often? maybe jealous batkids who really don't like when bruce isn't paying attention to them bc he's on a work meeting or talking with clark and want his attention on them (maybe damian and jason and tim with dick and cass saying they're stupid but going along with it) thanks and sorry if this is too long

First: Sorry for be too late about this.

Usally One Shots takes a bit extra of time, since a need to put a structure, and to not mention the translation process. Since English is not my native lenguage.

Sooo, lets start.

(best description os Bruce and all his children during the pandemic lockdown)

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Quarantine was soooooo complicated.

People getting sick, companies going down or going up, doctors and nurses isolating themselves from their families, parents losing children and children losing parents, families coming together and families splitting up, couples finding each other.....

You know what I mean, don't you?

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So, Bruce even though he has the benefit of having a mega mansion for him and his family and a few other properties around the city, the country and the rest of the world... let's just say he didn't have as much privacy as others would have thought.

First: Knowing that many shelters would go bankrupt or lack the capacity to house the many people who needed them, Bruce decided to temporarily lend out some of the smaller properties (his own and not the Wayne family's) so that the rent money would not be a burden to those groups in need.

Second: Happily for him, and the workers of his company, it was not a few months before the lock-in that Wayne Co. had invested in various actions in different medical fields. So they did not have big losses or at least almost all of their workers were able to keep their jobs. Those who had not been so lucky had either been sent as support to the areas that needed them most or had their pay docked for another 9 months while they looked for another job (their decision, not Bruce's).

Third: All their children decided to get together so they could get through the pandemic together... and apparently they had developed a dual personality as puppies.

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Bruce loves his kids, and now that he can spend more time with them and actually interact with them as a real family, he wants to make the most of the situation. He doesn't have to patrol much anymore, since even the villains are locked up in their respective hideouts, and he thought at first that this would allow him to spend more time relaxing.

...

So idiotic of him.

Even though the mansion was terribly huge, there always seemed to be someone in every place.

Dick had moved in at the beginning, as he was sharing a case with Tim and was in the mansion when everyone was put under mandatory lockdown. Tim was still living with him, though he was leaving with the Titans seasonally so he could work better with his team; as the case had been in Gotham he had no problem with the lockdown. Damian .... Well, Damian was still a kid, so he was with him all the time.

But Jason had been a pleasant surprise.

The day after all the newscasts said about the lockdown, Bruce was surprised by Jason at the entrance of the mansion.

His son was carrying several suitcases, a couple of planters and various other things in boxes behind him. He looked exhausted, and thoroughly disgusted by the stain the pot had left on his shirt, but not by being there.

Before he could say anything or get up to help him with his things he blurted out

"Look old man, one of the Crime Valley prostitutes has been kicked out for not paying her share, she's got 1 kid and another friend who's in the same boat.... I rented my flat to them until they could get something better. So I'd appreciate it if you'd move out of the door and let me in. I don't want Alfie nagging me about mud stains."

Bruce knows it's a lie, he knows Jason gave them his flat for free until they could get a job, which he plans to offer, and he doesn't tell him any more.

He is happy to see all his children in the same place and that his prodigal son was now there was the best thing that could have happened to him.

Well... until the attachment issues started to pass.

Of course they did.

Don't misunderstand him.

He loves his offspring. He loves them with all his being, every fibre and cell in his body is basically dedicated to loving and caring for his children and Alfred... as well as the city, of course.

But, because of the lifestyle before, Bruce never realised how little he physically interacted with them outside of training. And it pains him to realise it at this point in his life.

So he decides to make up for it a little bit, you know?

He's getting closer with Dick every month, he pats Tim on the back a few times when he sees him sad, he gives Damian kisses on the head when he's having his... annoying moments. And he even gives Jason hugs when he notices he's not going to jump on him like an angry cat.

And while the boys were initially uncomfortable with his presence, they got used to it, and with a little more time (dangerously fast, as Alfred jokes) they themselves became more enthusiastic about his displays of affection.

And even they themselves became more and more enthusiastic about his displays of affection.

That was a good sign of reliability.

Wasn't it?

So, now, whenever one of her children could, he would give him hugs, kisses on his face, or cling as close to his side as he could. His heart was pounding so hard and so happily that he never noticed the almost obsessive way in which his children were becoming attached to him.

Not that he saw anything wrong with it either... but Alfred did, and he was always telling him that he should tell his children that they should learn to be moderate in their displays of affection.

Not that it bothered him so much.

He doesn't mind Damian sneaking into his bed in the middle of the night because of a nightmare.... accompanied by all his siblings, and almost crushing him because all his children are bigger than him (except Damian and Tim, who haven't finished growing up yet).

He doesn't mind Dick using him as a barbell, almost everyone in the mansion has started training inside the Batcave gym (to keep in shape)... even though he refuses to let go of him no matter how much he reminds him to do Wayne Co.'s work.

It doesn't bother him that Tim always asks him to share his desk, as it's a good way for them to get the office work done quickly... even if Damian joins them for their virtual classes and always wants to give his opinion, hanging on his back like a Titi monkey.

And, also, he doesn't mind that Jason is always looking at him and carrying him around to hug him when they're watching movies or series in a familiar way. Jason wouldn't hesitate to hold him in his lap and cuddle him like a cuddly toy... He kind of missed the way he and Jason used to do that when Jason was a kid. Although now his son is a giant.

The point is that it doesn't bother him, it doesn't bother him at all...

But it can be a tiny, petty bit too much at times.

Like the time he had to lock the bathroom door... because Damian (using Titus as an excuse) would come in without permission, just because he was sitting alone.

Or the time Dick refused to let him go all day and everyone in the League saw how Nightwing was stuck on his hip with Batman.

Or the time Tim refused to work one day, just because Bruce wouldn't join him at the desk.

Or the time Jason walked into the middle of a Wayne Co. meeting. Looking completely terrified (since he'd been in there with Damian and Tim at the same time), demanding that he put Band-Aids on him because his brothers had used Alfred (the cat) during their feud... and he refused to leave until he put some Wonder Woman themed Band-Aids on him.

And let's just say that Alfred had also tried to do everything he could to control the level of attachment his children were generating.

Don't get it wrong, he and Alfred love their kids... but like any human being Bruce needed time to himself to catch up on some company and League stuff.

And that brings him to where he is now.

You'll see.

While the board of directors had no objection to their children's interruptions at regular meetings, there were some that did or did need to be discussed without the need to stop the conversation over Mr. Tuxedo's missing around (baby squirrel Damian had found abandoned in the garden) or Jason's sobbing attachment (after Dicks put on a purple t-shirt by mistake).

So, he and Alfred had to find a way to keep the kids distracted (because even they would come into the shower to ask him questions) and have at least 40 minutes of uninterrupted table meeting.

So, for the sake of the meeting, Alfred sent all the kids out to get the groceries for the house. Not that they were short of food... or even their own vegetable garden, but they couldn't find another way to distract them without them not being there.

It was silly, unreliable that they didn't think so, but ironically it worked.

Dick grabbed Damian to go to the harbour to get fresh fish... Lots of fresh fish. And Tim pulled Jason to get various cleaning supplies that Alfred had specified in a detailed list.

As soon as the boys set foot outside the mansion, Bruce took refuge in one of the hidden storage rooms in the mansion's attic, and locked it and locked it from the inside.

The talk, to his success and rare satisfaction, went quite well on the whole... or so he thought.

It was only five minutes before it was all over, when he heard several feet running and moving things down the corridor.

"Baba! Look what I found! Her name is Dory and she's our new Starfish Mascot!"

"B! Can you tell Damian that we don't have a proper aquarium for Dory yet? B?! Where are you?"

" Old man !!!! Tell the Replacement that I'm not giving him any of my yogurt!... Oldman?"

"You don't even like yoghurt! You only bought it because it has Wonder Woman's face on the cover - at least give me a taste!"

"Baba! Dory want to meet you!"

"B, where are you?"

" Old man! Tim eats my yogurth"

Bruce couldn't even close the Zoom meeting before Jason, because clearly no one but Jason has the savage strength to break an iron cantol, broke into the deposit.

"Oldman, tell Tim he owes me a Wonder Woman yogurt and- Oh, you were just having a Zoom?" He said "Never mind, what matters is that you should tell Tim he owes me a yogurt."

He couldn't do much after that. His laptop was disconnected, ending the meeting, and he was charged back to where the rest of his children were demanding his attention.

Well... Not that the Chat was all that interesting anyway.

What was interesting was having to explain to Damian that Dory would have to go back to an aquarium because they couldn't take care of a starfish... and giving Jason a subscription to Wonder Woman Merch.

(The Batboys searching for Bruce)

#batdad #batman #bruce wayne #batfamily #batfam shenanigans #alfred pennyworth #batkids #batfam imagine #batfamily shenanigans #batfamily fic #batfamily imagines #dc #jason loves his father #jason tood #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #damian al ghul #robin #red robin #red hood #nightwing #jarro is the only star in this family

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Hello! I'm the Anon who asked about Bruce being self-aware.

When I said "Also, there's something of a difference between being self-aware about himself and when it comes to his kids." I meant that he says or does super hurtful stuff that he just doesn't seem to think was wrong or reflect upon when it went downhill or realising too late or sb had to spell it out for him.

Examples being:

him reading Dick's diary after taking him in as a ward to figure out what Dick wants instead of just asking, thus creating the Robin suit after Dick's designs (God, it was a Batman or Robin: year one comic book, I'm pretty sure but I don't rememer which),

saying "commendable" instead of just "I'm proud of you" to Damian (basically his "emotional constipation" as a whole, like being unable to understand or even recognize his kids feelings and then failing to say just the most normal praising/comforting/loving things.),

ignoring (or acting as if) when Damian apologizes for direspecting/ignoring previous orders and holds a cute speech about trying to listen now but Bruce just turns around like "Did you say something?",

not telling Dick that Jason is now Robin or that Jason died even though Bruce said he would call Dick (yeah, he was being petty or grief stricken, but still)

Tim's sixteenth birthday "present"

I hate to bring this up but the whole Batarang to the NeckTM situation in UTRH. His resurrected son confronts him and he fails to show a single emotion, instead immediately debating ethics and morals with him.

anything with Jason in future comics where Bruce beats him up and acts like Jason asked for it or that Bruce didn't have a choice but to do that.

bringing Jason back to Ethiopia to the warehouse where he died, so Bruce could maybe find a way to resurrect Damian after Heretic killed him (I think it was Heretic, but maybe it was sb else)

beating up any of his kids for any reason. The most he should do willingly is defend himself with defensive moves only or seeking distance. But not charging in like he wants a fight.

sending only Damian to save Alfred from Bane, which just allowed for Damian to be captured and then having to watch Bane snap Alfred's neck, and then Bruce says to Damian's face "If I had been there, I could have saved him." (Bruce prioritised his own grief over his son's grief and trauma and all that)

Bruce tells Cass she doesn't need a real life and sectret identity, that she only needs a costume and a private batcave and she'd be fine

Bruce instigates a fight where he and Cass get drugged and can communicate about their feelings through fist fighting.

Taking/ Trying to take Robin away from sb for their "own good". I don't mean benching, but full on "You're not Robin anymore, never again." but then folding a few issues later anyway. (It could be seen as very shitty parenting ig)

Like you said, Bruce gets written very inconsistently and I tried not to cherry pick too much of what I wanted to say, so I made this mess of a bulleted list. While a lot of these examples do come from his communication issues, I still wanted to include them anyway because it's taken too far with some writers (can't say "I love you" or hug his kids, although he doesn't have a problem with doing that with Clark or Diana) or he doesn't reflect on those moments or he repeats them over and over again.

I swear I love Bruce, I'm not a hater!!! He's actually my favorite character!!! 😭😭😭

(Making this list really hurt. Just so you know.)

Hey listen, im going to answer these by number* and then probably delete this ask in a few hours because. I hate all of these!! Maybe 3 are in character!! I dont want this terrible Bruce on my blog!!! But also i dont want you to think i asked for clarification and then ignored you so feel free to send another ask when you see this lol. Or if I have once again missed the point.

* because I misunderstood this ask again and also most of these gave me hives lmao and also also I think like 75% could be answered with "we needed someone to mean to [character] and Bruce is convenient el oh el"

Anyways:

1. This one is in character, a little bit, because as much as we understand kids needing privacy now, i can see the way Bruce was raised (Alfred would have absolutely read his diary, that feels very in character for him) and the way Dick was (sneaking out to find Zucco) leading to him panicking and monitoring him as much as possible. That doesnt make it right mind you. The thing is if Dick hacked the bat computer Bruce would probably be proud of him, so not entirely hypocritical.

2. Also possibly in character, because again, thats how Alfred probably spoke to him. Not great, and i think the current Batman and Robin run does a much better job with their relationship, but can be chalked up to bad writing tbh.

3. No this is shitty writing. Sorry it just is!

4. This could be its own post but in summary: decisions made to launch another chracters solo or in order to make a different character look good are ignored. They wanted a Nightwing solo and decided a good launching point would be a big fight between Dick and Bruce. No thanks.

There have also been panels where Dick talks about ignoring Bruce’s calls during that time period, so this could be chalked up to mutual miscommunication if you insist. And i prefer the pre crisis origin for Jaybin, for multiple reasons.

5. I haven’t read this, ive heard of it, and its weird. It feels like point 4, but for Tim. The writers wanted a villain for his birthday comic, Bruce is right there.

6. Nah, Jason fucked around and he found out. He wanted a Batman that kills criminals, he just forgot he was also, now, a murderer and a criminal. Im only half kidding here, but the problem with UTRH is that exactly. Also the fact that Jason spent like six months doing absolutely horrible shit in Gotham, and that like 15 minutes before this showdown Bludhaven was blown up, Bruce has no idea if Dick is alive, and Jason mocks him for possibly losing another son. Also Jason is the one demanding Bruce cross his very personal boundaries here, ethics and morals are a very necessary part of the conversation!!

7. Anything where Bruce beats someone near death or uses lethal force is technically out of character. Jason comics outside of DITF and UTRH do not do enough work to give his actions the context necessary for them to be in character. RHATO #25 Is shit writing.

8. It was heretic, on Talias orders, and that whole storyline is dumb. This does feel in character, because Bruce response to grief has historically been 1 become Batman 2 attempt to commit suicide by cop/criminal so points for that consistency? I really hate this plot tho. Stop killing Bruce's kids!! The man is unstable as it is!!!

9. Out of character. I know it gets used for some god awful reason but it is so out of character unless the writer is willing to give it some serious work to provide context, (or unserious; see; Zur-En-Arrh in Gotham War. It's dumb, but it provides plausible context for Bruce beating his kids ie: it isn't technically him). Barring mind control, rejected.

10. No!! What the fuck!!! Bruce is not sending one of his kids alone against Bane there is an entire comic where he drugs them so that doesn't happen stop that!!!!

As a side note when I read that the first time I understood it as "I should not have sent you in alone because it was a task too big for you, If I had been there to help we could have saved him", but I am an optimist with too much faith in DC.

11. Absolutely bonkers statement from "please let me fire you from robin so you can have a normal life" McGee. Chalking this one up to racism and misunderstanding Bruce's character and that stupid "Bruce Wayne is the mask Hur dur" thing.

12. Ok this one feels in character actually. Somehow. At least they're talking?

13. Also feels in character actually. This one is weird because you'll see those stupid "child soldier" arguments side by side with "how dare Bruce take away Robin!". Pick a side. It's either bad parenting to let Robin exist or it's bad parenting to not let Robin exist, it can't be both!

And since these are comic books, and you need to engage with the genre in good faith or you'll have a miserable time of it, Robin exists! And is allowed to exist! At the same time, as a mentor Bruce has to be able to bench Robin, that is also a function of the mentor/mentee relationship! Basically - Bruce should be able to bench an injured/at risk Robin, but the writing for those scenarios usually wants him as a villain.

Taking away Robin completely only happens to Dick tho, and since it's after he gets shot on the job I do think it's in character.

As for "I tried not to cherry pick" babe please do so!! It's comics!! It's not canon unless you want it to be, and if you want these truly terrible Bruce's to be canon all the power to you! I want to set them on fire tho. And snort WFA like it's cocaine until all this is a bad memory jfc DC screen your writers for daddy issues I am begging you.

#asks #im sorry but heroes need to be good parents #its been a core part of Batman for years that he's good with kids this is such shitty writing #if you can't write conflict without assassinating someone's character you are ... a bad writer #you just are!!! #also your point where Bruce is perfectly fine with Clark and Diana is another tick ij the 'all this is daddy issues' column lmao

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It's Actually Adrien Dupain-Cheng Future Wayne. We Don't Talk About The Agreste Part.

Thank you for your patience and idea! I may have taken it in a different direction than you thought, but I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is somewhat crack. Moving on:

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On the morning before the class were set to leave for Gotham, Adrien took the time to remind his very forgetful father that his son had a life outside of him like a good son would have done.

"My class will be in Gotham for two weeks on a class field trip. I hope there will be no trouble in Paris while we are gone." There was a certain emphasis on that last sentence.

Gabriel didn't even look up from his tablet. "Of course. There's no use in increasing the butterfly population if ladybugs are gone."

"Hey! Cats are a formidable foe too."

"No, they're not." Gabriel wasted no time saying.

Adrien spluttered at the utter lack of hesitation in that statement (Chat Noir totally kicked Hawk Moth's ass multiple times) and normally, Gabriel would be amused at his son's absolute lack of decorum, but he wanted to have a peaceful breakfast for once.

"Is there a point to this conversation, Adrien?"

Adrien was still miffed about his earlier comment but answered. "I would like to have an uninterrupted date with my boyfriend and not worry about any evil butterflies for once."

Gabriel blinked. He had to look up at that, leveling an unimpressed stare at his son. "What?"

"Did I forget to mention? I'm gay."

"Oh, I'm not doubting the gay part. I am merely surprised you managed to get into a relationship."

Adrien was offended as fuck. "I totally got game."

"Adrien, I may not have been there for you much—"

"May not have?" He cut in. "You definitely weren't there for me at all."

"But even I can tell that your social and romantic skills are very lacking." Gabriel continued like he wasn't interrupted.

"Okay, first of all, rude. And second of all, I snagged a Wayne for your information."

Gabriel snorted. The child did always have a wild imagination. "Sure, you did."

Adrien was not in the mood to fight for his honor. Mari would not be happy if he came to class late. She might even withhold pastries as punishment, and he wants his pastries.

"Well, I'm off to school now. I hope you have a shitty day, Parental Figure."

"I hope you fall down the stairs, Problem Child."

"I'm your only child."

"And you're always the one giving me problems. What is your point?"

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So as far as first impressions go, Gotham is certainly among the top for most memorable. The city was very gloomy and dark and edgy. No wonder Dami loves this place so much.

Anyway, the class was taking a tour of WE. Adrien was hanging in the back of the group with Mari. She was taking notes on the tour and redesigning the Bats' costumes like a multitasking queen.

He was pretending to pay attention while texting Damian and commenting on how Lila and the rest of the sheep was chatting up with the tour guide.

He felt so bad for Dami's brother.

Hot-And-Sexy: Don't be. Todd deserves to suffer in that harlot's presence.

Sunshine: That's mean, Dami.

Hot-And-Sexy: I am mean.

Well, he did have a point. He wouldn't be Damian otherwise.

.

A mind-numbingly hour later, they were finally able to escape to lunch.

No matter how bored he felt or how much he hated listening to Lila's grating voice on how she absolutely knows the Waynes (not knowing the tour guide was Bruce's infamous dead second son), anything beat having to suffer through evil butterflies and Father always ruining his day because he has nothing better than to do than to terrorize two sleep-deprived teenagers.

Man, his dad needs to get an actual life.

"Do you think hooking my dad up with someone will help him with his issues?" He wondered out loud.

"No." Marinette answered before leaning against Adrien and showing off her sketchbook where she was redesigning Robin's suit. "Mind showing your hottie what he thinks?"

"He would claim Robin already looks amazing."

"And I will disagree vehemently."

Before Adrien could respond, someone cut in.

"Oh hey. You're part of the French class touring, right?"

He looked up to see the infamous zombie known as Todd. And huh, he doesn't look like he eats brains. He actually looks really hot in a bad boy way. Not that Adrien was paying close attention to his appearance. He was a happily taken man.

"Yeah. My name is Adrien Dupain-Cheng and this is my sister, Marinette."

He watched Damian's brother sat down in front of them and made himself comfortable at the table. "Jason Peters, the tour guide but I'm sure you already knew that. I just wanted to see how you were liking the tour and all that."

Not really. But it was a convenient excuse. The only reason why he was wasting his free day talking to annoying high schoolers instead of reading Jane Austen was because he lost a bet against Tim.

He didn't expect much and he really had to hold back from confessing he was Brucie's son when that Lila girl kept going on and on about knowing his bosses personally and if he wasn't nice to her, she will report him to her boyfriend, Damian Wayne.

He almost laughed himself silly when he heard that. The demon brat will never date someone like her. He kind of wanted to be an ass just to see her bluff, but he promised Dickie he would be on his best behavior, and he didn't feel like being guilt trip by the disappointed Mom stare today.

He noticed the two students hanging near the back and away from the rest of the class. There was a clear distance between the two groups, and he didn't miss the animosity or hostile glares Lila and her flock of idiots shot the two. He also didn't miss the way the teacher just let it happen and only spoke up when Adrien and Marinette lagged behind.

He immediately picked up on how the Parisian teen model Adrien Agreste introduced himself. He was a Bat who was raised by a paranoid furry in a batsuit. He memorized the class roster and did a basic background check on them.

"The tour was great." Marinette said. "I liked the different social programs WE initiated to help a lot of people."

"Yeah." Adrien agreed. "I think I might actually want a career doing something like that."

He has always liked helping people out as Chat Noir but maybe plain ole Adrien can make a difference like that too.

Jason had to admit the blonde kid was adorable. He had innocent doe green eyes and a pure sunshine smile.

And huh.

"Have you guys gone sightseeing yet?"

"Not much." Marinette said. "You have any places to recommend?"

"Yeah. Do you guys like animals?"

Adrien immediately nodded. He and Damian already planned to get a dog, cat, and a hamster to keep Mari's future hamster company.

"Great." Jason beamed. "I know a few animal shelters you should check out. But there's one you should go to tomorrow. Let me write down the name and address."

If memory serves him right, the demon brat mentioned at breakfast how he was going to visit his animal shelter tomorrow.

Let it never be said that he did nothing for the baby bat and he was great at matchmaking. He was also bored and what's the point of having siblings if not to use them for your own entertainment?

.

Tim didn't expect to meet the mysterious Adrien Jason swears is a perfect match for their nightmare of a brother (Opposites attract Timberlina; it makes sense. Stop dissing on my amazing logic) at a coffee shop at 7 in the morning.

And wow, the kid was a literal sunshine. Who could look so happy at fucking 7 in the morning?

He only went to bed like three hours ago before he had to wake up because he had actual shit to do. Jason kept him up. Okay, he was already awake to finish up cases anyway but that doesn't matter.

Tim was only half paying attention to his brother as he talked about his perfect (ly shitty) matchmaking skills.

Jason was spying on them at the animal shelter yesterday and swore on his grave that he saw the little demon blush when he saw Adrien waked through the door.

Tim didn't believe it since it was common knowledge that demons only have spite and ill will in their veins, not blood, therefore Damian can't blush. Surprisingly, Jason anticipated his disbelief and showed him the pictures. And wow, Tim is going to need to update his file. Turns out monstrous hellions can show an emotion other than anger and stabby stabby.

Things got worse when Dick entered the room. And it turns out that Jason wasn't alone in his spying adventures. Dick was gushing to them about his baby brother and psuedo son finally growing up and finding love like a normal pubescent teen.

Dick proudly showed off pictures of the two hugging and Damian didn't even stab the kid.

Clearly, this was meant to be.

"Is something on my face? You keep staring at me." Adrien asked politely as he waited for his sugary sweet caramel coffee and Mari's bitter black one to be done. He really should have anticipated bumping into Damian's horde of siblings at some point.

He recognized the black haired, blue eyed stranger as that insufferable imbecile Drake that has no self preservation skills and should be benched until the fool actually knows how to function as a member of society.

Shit. Tim didn't mean to zone out and make a fool of himself.

.

.

.

Adrien was half paying attention when the class talked excitedly about the upcoming Wayne gala they got invited to. The class was crowded in the hotel room where Ms. Bustier was laying the rules and her expectations of how she wants them to behave. 

Too bad she wasn’t taking the same feedback. 

But Adrien was a good kitty who kept his mouth shut and spammed Damian with animal memes like a good boyfriend. When he glanced to the side, Marinette had a bored look on her face. 

“Oh yeah, Adrien and Damian are totally fighting over me.” Lila boasted like a preening peacock.

Adrien would rather throw himself off a building. 

“They couldn’t figure out who will be my date so I decided to go alone to stop the fighting.” 

“Dami can have her.” Adrien didn't hesitate to say. Gabriel should be glad that his son is following after his footsteps even if he is a shitty anime villain.

"Damian would stab her." Mari pointed out as the only person with common sense and no evil parents to influence her actions. "You don't want to deal with that mess."

Damn, she had a point. "Yeah, you're probably right."

"I know."

.

Damian is not pleased with his family for ruining his dates with Adrien with their excessive spying and invasion of privacy.

His mood was not the greatest when the gala starts. Grayson and Father took away his good knives and daggers so he doesn't stab any guests as if he can't utilize a mere butter knife to vanquish any annoyances.

"Damian, for the love of god, please do not make a scene tonight." Father had a stern expression on his face.

The man then proceeded threatening to bench him like an unruly toddler if he did not behave so he is displeased with Father for that.

He overhears someone bragging about how Adrien and Damian are totally fighting over her.

And oh.

Oh.

It was that Lila girl he was warned about.

A plan formed in his head that made him proud to be his mother's son. He immediately headed off to find his Beloved and future sister-in-law.

They were by the food table looking every bit the part of high class in Marinette's original designs, unlike that witch sprouting lies in a secondhand dress.

"I believe a year has been long enough of a secret." Damian enjoyed pulling one over the supposed World's Greatest Detectives but he was growing tired of the assumptions that he and his Chaton were available to plebians.

"You want to go public?" Adrien whispered. "I mean I'm fine with it. But Damian Wayne isn't even out of the closet yet."

"I'm okay with it."

"Well, okay then."

"Okay."

Dear kwami, Marinette can't believe she like these idiots. She pushed them out of the shadows and into the wide open floor where the light is shining down on them.

"Make sure to kiss Adri really good in front of the cameras." She winked and felt accomplished when Adri blushed like a tomato and Damain smirked.

She pulled her phone out and set it to video, not wanting to miss a single shot of this upcoming masterpiece.

People stopped and stared as the youngest Wayne had his hands intertwined with an unknown pretty blonde boy. And once they arrived in the middle of the floor where everyone can see them, Damian turned and kissed Adrien, sweeping him off his feet like a prince charming.

Marinette kept her finger on the record button as the room erupted in loud gasps and screeching (she put her bet on Lila making that horrid noise).

Damian focused his entire attention on his wonderful, pure Chaton. But he did looked to the side for his family's reactions.

It was satisfying to see the gobsmacked expressions on his siblings and father's faces. It was always nice to get one over them. Serves them right for ruining his mood. He'll make a scene if he damn well wants to.

If Father tries to say anything, he'll just point out how Drake has been bringing a boy to his bedroom for the past month.

And Father will be too occupied dealing with the Super Clone defiling his son to worry about Damian's love life.

It was a perfect plan worthy of the best Robin.

"Well, that's one way of coming out I guess." Adrien's face was red and he was in a daze when Dami pulled back looking composed and dignified as ever that smug Hot-And-Sexy son of a bitch.

But he was smiling. Looking over, he saw Marinette holding her phone out. He hoped she got a really good video or at least pictures that captured his good side.

"Beloved, I'm a Wayne. Everything I do is dramatic. Have you met my father?"

"Yeah, I hope Batman doesn't kill me for dating his son."

"Don't be ridiculous. Father has a soft spot towards children."

At least that was good news.

"It's Nightwing you have to watch out for but Grayson has a soft spot towards me so you'll be fine."

Adrien was so dead.

Luckily, he has a beautiful and badass goddess of a sister willing to fight in his stead.

"You are so lucky I like your stupid handsome face."

Damian's smirk did funny things to Adrien's stomach. "I know, Beloved."

Fuck, can he be any more perfect?

He can't wait until Dami proposes to him in the future, but he knew Hot-And-Sexy will have to fight Mari for his hand in marriage first cause he was a classy guy like that.

I'm sorry if this was more bats than ML but I've been more into the batfam fandom than the ML one that it was easier to write the batboys. I just find it hilarious to have the bats try to set Damian up with his own boyfriend.

#ml x dc #ml salt fic #ml salt #gaydrien #adridami #adrien agreste x damian wayne #adrien is a hot mess #lila rossi salt #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #crack fic

[wesavegotham]

@fancyfade and I talked about DC's habit of publishing stories that make Bruce look like a bad father, but them also not really wanting to commit to it and openly blame him, which often leads to weird victim-blaming, non-apologies and sometimes nonsensical retcons to save Bruce's reputation later on.

And I imagine that it put the writers in a very difficult situation when editorial told them to create this very long storyline that was supposed to end with Damian becoming the main villain for 5G. They started this with Justice League: No Justice and the Adam Glass' Teen Titans run in summer/autumn 2018, but Death Metal would only pave the way for 5G in early 2021.

Meaning this wouldn't be a fast fall from grace, but more like tumbling down a very long staircase for over two years.

Batman being too busy to grasp the gravity of the situation and thus blamelessly fail to intervene might have been plausible for one or two short arcs of Damian becoming evil, but this was way too long. They had to acknowledge the conflict eventually, but they also couldn't have Bruce prevent Damian from seperating from the batfamily to turn into a villain.

So they seemed to have settled on "Bruce is in fact concerned about Damian's estrangement from him, but he's also too busy and emotionally constipated to ever actually get off his ass and properly communicate with his son."

It's probably one of the few things in this mess of a storyline that DC has managed to keep somewhat consistent:

Damian and Bruce had an off-panel fight in Justice League: No Justice #4 that seems to have ended with Damian seperating from Bruce to found a new Teen Titans team. Bruce's words indicate that instead of trying to stop his son he has decided to accept this seperation for now.

Damian briefly returns to Wayne Manor in Teen Titans #26 to hack the batcomputer and runs into Alfred who claims that Bruce is concerned for Damian. But it also voluntarily or involuntarily highlights the discrepancy in Bruce's behaviour. He seems to say that he's worried about Damian, but then never acts on that worry. He's not doing anything to resolve their problems. He only shows up about 20 issues later when it's far too late.

Bruce's reluctance to stop this from escalating becomes even more apparent in Detective Comics #996 when Bruce asks Damian to talk and make up, to which Damian agrees.

Too bad it's only part of a simulation:

and while Damian was in fact present at Wayne Manor Bruce chose not to follow the desire to fix his relationship with Damian that he expressed in the simulation and rather chooses to talk about Gotham's crime rate before meeting up with Leslie Thompson to celebrate his birthday with her and Alfred.

Bruce similarly deflects Damian's accusation of showing more care for strange children than him by proclaiming that the city needs him and then guilt-tripping Damian by reminding him of the teenager Bruce wants Damian to look for because he was already busy fighting a gang and didn't have the time to do it himself in Detective Comics #1017.

This, well, let's call it a refusal to face their problems continues in Pennyworth RIP when Damian leaves the wake in tears and Barbara explicitly demands from Bruce to go after Damian. Which he doesn't do and Tim is apparently more interested in telling his Alfred story than in convincing Bruce to get off his ass to comfort a crying child that blames himself thinking he got their beloved grandfather killed.

Bruce's problems with opening his mouth to talk things out with Damian before it's too late might have turned out less catastrophic if Damian wasn't equally emotionally constipated. But Bruce is supposed to be the adult in this relationship and with Alfred dead and Dick calling himself Ric there was nobody to talk with Damian for him anymore.

It took Damian killing Brother Blood (and planning to kill even more) and thus DC completing their destruction of Damian as a hero for DC to allow Bruce to step in since now the worst had already happened:

Of course DC had to make it clear that our world's greatest detective Batman had somehow no clue what brought Damian to do all of this.

Then, still not willing to open his mouth to calm Damian down, Bruce seemed to think that hugging it out with Damian while he went through an episode of murderous rage was somehow a good idea.

Which it wasn't. Who would have thought. But it's enough effort so DC can claim Bruce tried, right?

Bruce even proclaims his love for his son and admits he failed him! Which would have been more believable had this desaster lead to a change in behaviour.

Instead the arc ends with Damian quitting and walking away into a dark alley and Bruce also having already vanished.

DC could have shown us that Bruce learned from his mistakes, but chose not to because they didn't actually want Damian to come back home.

Seriously, Jon:

and even Jason (!) went out to look for Damian:

Bruce...did nothing and waited. Again. I really don't understand why DC thought it was a good idea to make that a recurring trait for Bruce in recent years. Yes, neglect also counts as child abuse, not getting involved doesn't absolve Bruce of blame, DC🤦‍♀️

Like, he canonically sat on ass, probably for several weeks after Damian killed a villain and all the other stuff, thinking Damian would return home and ask for his job back on his own. As if Damian's pride and insecurity would allow him to do that. Of course he chose a more roundabout way to get in contact again🥴

Bruce didn't really seem that eager to see Damian again though and chose to repeatedly postpone looking for him to deal with other things. Again.

Anyway, at the end of the arc Bruce it finally seemed to come to Bruce's attention that it's actually possible to follow someone after they walk away from you:

But of course DC can't end this storyline nobody liked here, so Bruce forgets that lesson two pages later.

Instead Bruce decided to wait until Damian was gone again to...finally make an effort to search for him?

And it only took us almost three years to reach this point!

Anyway, we don't see them meet until one year later in our time, when they ran into each other again in Shadow War Alpha:

But when Ra's was killed Bruce at first couldn't open his mouth to talk:

...and when he did he put his foot in his mouth:

How many times has Bruce let Damian walk away from him at this point? You could make a drinking game out of this.

As I've talked about before, this apology scene could have been good...if they didn't feel the need to retcon the events of City of Bane to make it sound like it was Damian's fault even while Bruce puts the blame on himself.

But we could have moved on. We could have had them back as Batman and Robin!

Damn, I hit tumblr's picture limit. Anyway, we could have moved on! No more Bruce doing nothing while Damian's character gets written badly on purpose! No more Damian walking away while Bruce just stands there! No more punching each other!

But no! They needed to annouce a book called Batman vs Robin! With 100+ variant covers showing them punching each other! Bruce insulting Damian! Damian as one of the antagonists! Potentially partially to blame for a global crisis if Waid doesn't give us a twist! Amazing!

Fucking shoot me, I can't do this anymore.

#damian wayne #bruce wayne

[mas-que-loucura-menina]

i miss the days i would run into some gen Batfam fanfiction on tumblr so here is one:

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Jason's books were missing. 

  Usually when Jason spends the night at the manor he takes a guest room, but he always makes a quick trip to his old bedroom because of the bookshelf with his good old copies he likes to read before sleep. And the bookshelf was currently empty.

  Jason kept looking at it, maybe replacement was pulling a prank on him? Or did Bruce just decide to give them all away? Either way, it was too late for this shit and Jason was pissed.

  He went straight to the corridor and flew open Tim's room's door, just to face an untouched bed. 

  "Fuck." He murmured to himself, closing the door as he entered the corridor again. Tim was spending the night at kon's, wasn't he?

  Damian had absolutely no reason to mess with Jason's books. Since Jason introduced him to Jane Austen, Damian has been borrowing some books from Jason's shelf and the little brat always put it back in the exact same place once he finished his reading.

  He paused at a thought, staring ahead. Has Bruce actually given away all his books? The man treated his old bedroom like a fucking sanctuary, why would he do something like that ? 

  Now he was really starting to get mad. All Jason wanted was his copy of 'The Hobbit' so he could fall asleep easier.

  A quick Look at the wall's watch told him it was past midnight. Today was Bruce's day off patrol, meaning the man probably was passed out right inside his room.

  Perfect.

  He walked towards the last door of the second floor, the master bedroom. 

  He twisted the knob with no ceremony and got inside, standing on the side of Bruce's sleeping form on the bed.

  The man was out for real, snoring like a bear hibernating during  winter. Jason leaned forwards.

  "Bruce." He shook the oldest shoulder. 

  Nothing. 

  "Old man, wake up." Jason said a little louder, this time Bruce shifted a bit.

  "Bru-" Before he could finish, the world suddenly turned upside down, making the boy lose his sense of direction. Then, his face was planted hard on the mattress, getting stuck under the weight of someone heavy on his back.

  "Bruce! What the fucking hell are you doing?!" Jason yelled, voice coming out muffled by the bedsheets. 

  Immediately, the weight was gone.

  "Jason?" Bruce breathed out, sounding confused.

  "No, the fucking past spirit!" Jason bit back. He got up and turned around to face Bruce, though the darkness in the room, Jason could still see Bruce standing there, fighter posture and alert,but also in his PJs and with messy hair. Oh yeah, Gotham's criminals worst nightmare everyone, The Batman.

  "Why are you still awake?" Bruce frowned, his paranoid mind already working.

  "Where are my books?" Jason asked.

  Bruce blinked once. "What books?"

  "The ones from my bookshelf? In my room?" 

  Bruce blinked twice. "I...You sleep in your bedroom?"

  "No." He answered maybe a bit fast "But I still read the books from there, that are MINE by the way." He crossed his arms.

  Bruce looked more lost than a bird flying backwards, he kept awkwardly standing in front of Jason. "yes,  they are yours...What about the books?" He asked again.

  "They are all missing! The shelf is empty!" Jason threw his hands in the air dramatically. "Did you give them away?" The youngest accused, defensively.

  "What? No, I didn't. I could never." 

  "So where the fuck are they?"

  Bruce made his thinking-hard face knitting his eyebrows together. After a moment he sighed, rubbing at his eyes.

   "Jason, today was spring cleaning day, Alfred took your books off so he could dust the shelf. They are probably in the library if you go look there." Bruce answered with a tired voice. 

  "Oh." Jason realized, feeling stupid for not thinking about it earlier. He even helped Alfred by cleaning the kitchen, how did he forget? 

  Bruce grunted, walking past Jason.

  "Is there anything else I can help you with at 1 in the morning?" Bruce sat on the edge of his bed.

  "No." Jason answered, looking down at his feet.

  "Alright, then I guess this is a good night." Bruce immediately buried himself under the covers.

  " Night." The son turned on his hills and walked out of the room. Only to stop by the doorframe and look back.

  "Did you just 'jujitsu' me when I woke you up?"

  The big vague gigantic lump on the bed with Bruce's shape grunted "maybe."

  "You could have killed me there."

  "I wouldn't kill you Jason." Bruce mumbled back, annoyed.

  Jason felt his lips curl up in a little smirk. 

  "But you almost did." 

  Bruce sighed loudly. 

  "I did not." 

  "You did."

  "Did. Not."

  "Definitely did, I think I even heard my mom calling me from heaven."

  A pillow came flying in Jason's direction, but before it could hit his face, he shut the door quickly behind him.

  Jason laughed, making his way to the library. 

#jason todd #red hood #batman #batfam #kinda bad but also im kinda proud of this work #my work #bruce wayne #and for God's sake this is pure gen #family fluff OKAY?

[batstorm93672]

"Father, are you proud of me?"

Bruce turned to his youngest son with a smile "Of course I am. You're my son" "Where is Grayson?" "Don't worry, he's here. Everyone lives in the Manor after all and tonight will be amazing" "Tonight? What's going on tonight?" "Oh, we're going to an event. The Wayne Family was invited" "I see" Damian smiled and from the corner of Bruce's study a laugh rang out. Damian looked to see his mother, beautiful and happy as she looked at the two. Though they had some problems involving their love life they managed to equally love and care for Damian. "Mother, you're coming with us?"

"Of course my prince. You're father wanted me to be here with you"

Everything was perfect, finally amazing and Damian was happy.

So happy.

Then out of nowhere Dick came in the room with a grin "Hey Dami! Wanna come with me to this pizza place? Just us two"

"Father, may I?"

"Of course, I trust you"

.

The pizza was good, the two brothers laughed and enjoyed everything around. The TV by them kept playing the news, something about a new building.

"Damian?"

Jason, what is he doing here?

"Hey Jaybird, come to join Dames and I for pizza?"

"I actually wanted to talk to Damian for a second alone"

Dick smiled and stood up, looking back at Damian happily before leaving.

"What are you doing here Akhi?"

"Damian, buddy are you okay?"

Damian frowned, why was Jason acting so off? "I'm fine, the event should be fun tonight. Even my mother will be there!" Jason's face scrunched "Talia? Why would she be there?" "Mother and father are in some difficult times, but they love me equally without any problems" "...Damian, I don't know how to say this, but this isn't real" "Of course it's real Akhi, did you get hit in the head? Do you have a concussion?" "No I don't, listen to me Damian. This isn't real, you were hit by some villian and put into this fake dream world. I'm here because the Titans came in to help me enter your mind. We only know that if you stay here too long you'll lose yourself completely" "...Stop lying to me"

Jason sighed and his foot tapped on the ground "Damian I mean it! Come on does any of this sound real to you? I mean, your mother, Talia Al Ghul happily alongside Bruce taking care of you? What about the League or you grandfather?"

Before Damian could retort, a hand was on Jason's shoulder. "Hey, Bruce called me. It's time to get ready for the event, come on Damian" Dick reached his hand out and Damian took it, not taking another glance at Todd. Jason was left seeing Dick and Damian laughing their way out with smiles.

~

Everyone was here! Tim, Cass, Steph, Duke, Barbara and even Kate. Everything was right, Damian was happily talking with his siblings. "Drake! Did you try the cake?"

"Yeah it's awesome"

Jason approached the two and Damian looked at him with a small frown. "Hey you two, anything interesting?" "Oh Damian and I were enjoying the food" "I'm surprised you aren't passing out from exhaustion Tim, got much sleep lately?" "What are you going on about? I have a proper sleep schedule" "Wow this really is a dream..." Damian looked to his mother who walked over with a smile. "Hello little prince" "Mother, I'm glad you made it" "I'm overjoyed to see my pride and joy living so happy"

Jason watched carefully "Say Talia, how's everything with the League?" "The League? I left long ago, I don't know what they are up to now" "Interesting... what about Ra Al Ghul?" "Todd stop it" "What's wrong Damian?" Talia looked wary "He died, long time ago" "And the Lazarus Pit?" "Todd!" "The Lazarus Pit was abandoned and dried out completely" Jason scoffed "Bullshit, Damian come on can't you see it? The Lazarus Pit wasn't abandoned and Ra didn't die because he brought me back to life and you're not here because you let Damian die from the Heretic-"

"WHY CAN'T YOU LET ME BE HAPPY?!"

Jason looked at Damian, who clenched his fists and everything around them faded black. Only the two were left, the happy laughter and faces fading away.

"...I'm happy, after all this time I'm finally happy"

"Damian-"

"Leave me alone... I was happy. My mother and father aren't trying to kill each other, everyone likes me and no one leaves. So why can't you let me be happy?"

"Damian... I know how it feels wanting to live it out. But it's not real and the more you stay the more you are at risk of hurting yourself here. I know things are awkward with Bruce and Talia and it hurts. I know that sometimes the family argues and it feels as if the world is against you, but it gets better. I know it hurts when someone leaves, I've seen it plenty of times, but just because they leave doesn't mean they aren't here for you"

"You... didn't die here"

"Your perfect dream includes me not dying?"

"You were happy as you were, before the League... before everything got worse. I wanted to be happy, Drake was happy to let me become Robin and I never hurt him... Dick never left either, we were all happy... but it's not real"

Damian sniffed and tears streamed down his face as he put his hands to his face, looking more like a child. "It was never like this, this isn't real"

That was the last thing Jason heard before he was thrusted back.

.

.

.

"You did it! Damian's waking up"

Jason rubbed his eyes and looked to see Damian sit up. "Hey Damian" Damian looked at Jason, sadness hidden in his green eyes. "I told you that we'd be here for you"

Damian nodded, holding back tears as everyone embraced him.

Damian was happy, even if his life isn't perfect... he's happy.

#damian wayne #jason todd #damian wayne has feelings and he wont admit it #tim drake #dick grayson #bruce wayne #mentioned stephanie brown #mentioned cassandra cain #mentioned kate kane #mentioned duke thomas #mentioned barbara gordan #talia al ghul #ra al ghul

[katyspersonal]

8, 12 & 14 for the Soulsborne asks !

sdjdfs Noooo don't worry you are fine! xD But yeah, number 14 is about what game got me into series. Bloodborne not only got me into series though, but also was my first experience with PS4. And my REASON to finally buy PS4.

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

8. Do you have any fond coop memories? Does a specific moment stand out to you?

I do not know if helper NPCs summons count as co-op, because I never played a Soulsborne game online, and probably never will. Online just doesn't work and I gave up trying to fix it. :s

IF summons of NPCs count though, I will say, my fondest memory was the only, and I mean the ONLY time when Damian actually arrived BEFORE I got killed by Rom! fsdjfhs There is a glitch that makes him appear all TOO late every time, I love to joke that that time he finally overcame his arachnophobia fjhfhds xD

12. Are there any ships you enjoy? 

In perspective, I am able to enjoy any ship, given I find the right angle to look from, right interpretation, etc. Even if ship is random. Or cursed. I mean I disliked Bradmon at first, and now look!

I will, HOWEVER, use this ask to mention the 🅱️loodborne ships that I like but apparently that "do not exist", hahaha!

Maria x Ludwig (hey, they unintentionally side with the same deity, too!)

Henriett x Iosefka (wow that went WELL...)

Edgar x Rom (Mico's enablers unite!)

Archibald x Micolash (mad scientists that never shut up!)

Valtr x Djura (thing of the past, I feel like Djura was the one to take Valtr under his wing after his... interesting arrival)

Patches x Rom (mfw it actually makes sense)

Simon x Yamamura (Gratia keeps helping them, because without her they will die from fueling each other's depression)

Damian x Yurie (people that didn't fit in with their respective factions)

Izzy x Ludwig (more cursed than Bradmon by large margin)

Rom x Adeline (is this even a ship? more like besties, and reserved for an AU where both lived longer)

Rom x Maria (Maria's type of a woman but one she doesn't feel so guilty with? that might help)

Patches x Chester (whatever happened with Chester that threw him into DS verse was something they discovered with Patches together and I will DIE on this hill)

Damian x Rom (short-lasted but happy)

Laurence x Logarius (cleric and swordsman but EVIL version!)

Okay this list was longer in my mind. I will stop having such a strong Rom brainrot and focus on other characters, I promise :'(

#ask replies #bloodborne #RARE ships #by rare i mean not existing at all lol #can you take a guess which character i think about the most? #tho i think about micolash and gehrman just as often but #their ships that i like are not 'nonexistent' #i mean micolash x edgar and micolash x damian? very real #fandom: who is damian????? #*facepalm* #ships with rom do not exist tho because she doesn't :( #i am also really shy talking about ships because in my head everything is soooooo vivid and has so much context and personality #but when i try to SPEAK the dumbest the hardest to understand stuff escapes my metaphorical mouth #i feel like that meme image with Patrick the Star with a board beaten in his forehead dsdfsh #everything is very smart and valid in my head I promise!

[ash-the-porcupine]

Chapter 3

Buster tossed and turned in his bed, feeling like he was drowning in the past regrets. He was tangled up in the blankets and had curled into a little ball beside his pillow. A million thoughts whilred like a hurricane through his mind. Never abating, never givin him any rest, and they just kept coming.

Finally, he tossed aside his pillow. He wasn't able to sleep, but he could use the time for something more benficial. Beneficial to the show, that is, he had very little regard to his health. It seemed an inconsequential little tidbit most of the time anyways.

He was glad they all got their own hotel rooms. He hopped on top of a stack of books then into the chair at the desk so that he could actually work. He opened the laptop and started thinking, typing away, writing down everything that popped in his mind, whether it was directly realted to the show or not.

It's over. You're safe... It's over. It's over. He's GONE! 

Buster jerked upward in alarm, looking around to see his crew standing around him. "You were screaming!" Ash stated factually in alarm.  "And what the heck does Yuri dorfenboop mean?" 

"Huh?" Buster was confused. "Yuri what now?" he looked up at the computer. He had hit random keys when he fell asleep on his keyboard, writing some crazy gibberish with 'Yur i dorf enboo p'. He chuckled slightly, shaking his head as he deleted it with an amused smile. "I'm okay." he looked back, gesturing at the computer. "I myself don't know what a Yuri Dorfenboop is." he chuckled.

"The Yuri Dorf-or-whatever aside, why did you scream?!" Rosita inquired with her motherly tone of command.

He was silent a moment. "I preferred the Yuri Dorfenboop." he whispered into Ash's ear. She snickered, trying to muffle the sound. "A dream is all. I didn't even realize I screamed. It's alright, guys. You can go back to sleep. I need to finish this section of the script..." he turned back to his computer, a dull smile plastered onto his face.

All he could think about was pleasing Angus Chrome and hopefully his show being chosen over Damian Blackwave's. As for Clark Bones, he hoped that he wasn't too much of a match for Clay Calloway. He thought over things, letting the energy of his mind mull over a bit as he thought of what to type next. Heck, he was still deciding on roles! 

He he had begun finishing up typing the ideas late that night, but still needed to do touch ups. As for the script... well, he had barely started. 

"Not so fast, Buster. You've been at this too long. You need to sleep." Rosita frowned at him, taking his laptop away. He grabbed it, but inevitably lost a game of tug-of-war, ending with the laptop clattering to the ground. The corner of the screen was broken, but thankfully nothing else. 

"Rosita!" he complained, picking up his laptop and closing it. "Don't touch it." he growled, a sad note to the sound. She tried to grab his arm. "And don't grab me, either!" he said, placing the laptop on the hotel bed and opening it back up to continue his typing. 

Rosita knew she would have to find a way to confront him about all of this, but until he was ready? It just wouldn't work. One by one they all departed from the room, leaving Buster alone. By the time the room was empty apart from him, Buster had relaxed a little, letting his tense posture loosen into something more casual.

As he worked, despite it being super early in the morning, he hummed a miscellany of his favorite songs. A mental playlist, really. As he switched from Elton John, to Dolly Parton, to Britt Nicole, to the Allman Brothers, he realized he was getting sidetracked and resumed his focus on his work. "Maybe... oh, yeah... wait no that won't work... dang it... nope... ooh yes!" he muttered as he sifted through various ideas. 

He tried to ignore the cracks on the screen, but they very much irritated him. He hoped that his show would be a success. He really did. And not just because he would be a winner or because Mr. Chrome would be pleased, but because he believed his dad would be proud of him. 

Maybe his dad would think he had done well.

Buster was well aware of his faults. His habit of lying when intimidated, the way he could be just a tad manipulative when he needed to be - or at least thought he needed to be, and even the way he would do just about anything to achieve hos goals could be counted as a fault sometimes. We all have our imperfections, he just had a lot. But at least he had the courage to pursue his hopes at all. 

He also had good traits. Others could see them if they looked. But the real key is learning to see them yourself. 

By the time eight in the morning rolled by, Buster was hungry and ready to take a break. Besides, there was a lot of other things he needed to think about, too. He would have to talk to Clay of course, as well. He closed his laptop, stuffing it into a backpack which he slung over his shoulder and trotted out of his hotel room, looking for the other's in theirs but finding they weren't there. He soon located them down in the cafeteria of the hotel, near to the massive lobby.

He darted over to them, stumbling slightly as the weight of his backpack threw him off-balance. He grabbed himself a bowl of various tropical fruits and sat down next to Porsha. "So, guys, everyone get a good night's sleep?"

A chorus of affirmative replies ran through the group. Rosita was silent and only gave someting of a glare to the optimistic koala. Buster smiled at them all. Even Rosita. "Great! Because today we're going to see the stage we'll be performing on!"

And that was no lie

……………

"So, Bobby, what stage crew will we be working with? And costume designers? I trust the props and stage and everything will turn out fantastic! There's been some amazing work done here." he said, talking to the Dachshund that gave them a decent tour of the place. 

"You'll be working with the one's in the black and red uniforms. The guys in the orange uniforms are working for Darian Blackwave."

"What about the guys in the suits?"

"Chrome's employees." Bobby explained, the words at a slight deadpan. "If you need anything from any of the stage workers, I'd reccomend asking the supervisor, that polar bear. His name is Dylan Tamero but he prefers Tom." 

"Noted." 

The rest of the crew looked around to admire the stage and its many richly decorated props. Buster was busy scanning the area for ideas, danger, and inspirational objects or people. Nooshy, meanwhile, instructed Johnny in the art of creating a flamethrower out of a hairspray bottle and a cheap lighter. Buster shook his head with an exasperated laugh. He knew Nooshy wouldn't actually Molotov somebody, but still...

"Anything else we should know?"

Bobby thought for a moment. "Only that the bathrooms are over there and there is a snack machine on the side of the building. Aside from that, I'll tell you if I think of it." Buster shook his hand appreciatively.

"Okay, thank you, Bobby. Have a good day." Buster said as the Dachshund waved and walked off. For some reason the dog gave him weird childish-Suki vibes, but he just waved that off. The idea of the Saluki ever being so... charismatic even slightly seemed weird to him, even if the dachshunds accent and tendencies matched her own.

He shrugged and continued invesigating the place, gathering the supplies to start making the model of the stage that he needed. It would take time, that was for sure, but it could definitely be done. 

He gathered up cardboard, glue, scissors, paint, tape, paintbrushes, sponges, paper, stencils, and nearly every art supply that even existed it seemed like. He piled them in the corner of the huge room backstage and set to work. He built mountains and valleys and rivers and streams and trees and gorges and many places expectant of adventure and daring-do. 

And so he set to work on making it the best stage imaginable, even if this was only the model.

[evenstargws-attic]

Decisions

The guys have been struggling with a decision. We all know by now Damian one part of a twin, his sister is married to Straud. Recently they have been feeling what people like to call "empty nest syndrome" i guess, and apparently they did not hide is well enough, at least not for Christen (Damian's Twin). Then again, most twins seem to have a magic mood-radar for their other half, so maybe we should not be surprised. Anyway to get to the point, Christen has offered to donate her eggs so that Stefano and Damian may have a child that is, DNA-wise, a full mix of Damian and Stefano. In the next images they are discussing if it is not to weird to A) have a child at all at their age and B) should they go for IVF with a surrogate or is it better to adopt a little one...

Have fun reading!

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BTW most credits go to Herecirm and her awesome pose-packs... there is some other poses in this story too, by NA (sorry that's all I know of the maker) and some WW animations and the end. I have never before linked pose-packs simply because in the older screenshots I have no clue who's poses it are, but I'll try to do so from now on.

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S: A child at out age, is that not weird? I mean I could care less what other think and say to me, but the child will it not be judged?

D: You think people will care that much? We've done a good job with Lucian and Arabella , didn't we? Doesn't that count for something?

S: I say we did an awesome job with them, better then most children i dare say!

D: How about Christen's offer then? Would you like to have a child genetically fully both of us?

S: I would love that, I think you're the most beautiful person on this earth, both inside and out, but ... isn't adopting a better idea, give a child that has nothing a chance for something more?

D: God you're such a good soul,...

S: A child ... hmpf ... no more sleeping naked, actually cooking food, piles of laundry,... homework galore...

S: Who the fuck invented these cords, i can never tie them, always losing one half in the waistband itself during the wash!

S: Also a new beginning for a little one, a chance to nurture another human being in this world *muses*

D: Maybe we should just call Lucian and Arabella and ask what they think we should do ? Remember them calling us in the middle of the day to ask that same question?

S: That would be ultimate payback! And so funny !

D: Can you imagine their faces when they stumble out of bed and have to answer us that question, ...

D: I bet Lucian would hear us out, look at his phone and hang up without answering, grumbling about "those old coots" to Tristan.

S: It would also mean no late night live snacks, can't have the child waking up while I have my fangs in someone neck...

S: But gawd I hate this cold goo, it's tasteless and I need so many bags to be sated!

D: Sacrifices need to be made Stef, can't have it all...

S: We shall have to sleep on the decision a few nights, at least finish this effing degree for that newfangled sh.. err stuff "computer Science"...

D: You know I think we can do anything we set our mind too, and if society has a problem with it you just growl a little at them and they'll shut up right quick I'm sure...

S: Yeah sure, hmm it seems you have other wants that needs fulfilling at the moment.

D: I do ?

S: Stuff it now , and let me love you properly !

S: Dee watch those claws, don;t shred the bedding like last time !

S: Kill the lights lover, ...

D: By all that's holy, I love you so much !

S: I love you too my DeeDee...

#the sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 vampires #herecirmposes #damianstefano

[danny-chase]

You know, Jason and Tim both being Flying Grayson fanboys is so sweet.

Like I imagine Duke settling into the manor and looking up at all the trapeze equipment and Damian's like "Oh that, father bought that for Richard, but I've never seen him use it" and Tim just sprints at full speed over like "wHAt dO yOu mEaN yOU'vE nEvER sEeN dIcK uSE iT yOu'Ve sEEn tHE fLyINg GrAYsoNs, rIGhT???" and two days later they've binged every youtube video in existence of their performances

#damian would 100% critique Dick's style #Duke would try to recreate the performances and like knock out one of Tim's teeth or something #Jason walks in halfway through and is pissed he wasn't invited #Cass watches for like an hour and has all the moves memorized and goes and tries them out with Duke #and neither of them break anything together #Dick comes back and is like wtf why did no one sleep while i was gone #and why is jason trying to do a quadruple backflip- JASON NOOOO #tim: JASON YES!!! #Jason: *falls into the net at an angle where he nearly breaks his neck* #Duke: do it again i wasn't watching #Damian: next time try it without the net #Cass: *starts taking the net down as she nods vigorously at the suggestion* #Damian: *i didn't actually mean it but now it's too late* #Dick: i hate this family *proceeds to fight Cass and Jason over safe net practices* #look in my heart we deserve a scene where Dick teaches his siblings trapeze skills because god damn #i read that red hood annual where Jason is like 😮 as a child and I'm like please oh please dc let Dick have taught him how to fly #it would be amazing #batfam #batfamily

[lovysmtalks]

Fallen for the wrong you

(Based on this idea)

Even from when Marinette was a child she liked being more boyish- in her mind clothes have no gender and will never have.

But the world thought differently

Her father didn't like her for that

And neither did the people around her

Nino who was a childhood friend of hers always said that she should be more feminine.

She laughed it off as being a joke but when he didn't laugh with her she just stopped talking about it.

✎

She was 14, after she had one of the girls in her class confess her love for her, she realized that she was bisexual.

She started dating Lila, a popular girl in her school.

But once Lila visited her house, it was like hell was brought on her head.

Lila stated ranting about how she should dress like a lady and be more girly, and she should stop talking like a boy and talk more softly and be more demure.

(while Marinette literally had to go to therapist because she wasn't exactly talking and didn't talk to anyone for 4 years)

Marinette with a heavy heart took her advice and stepped out of her comfort zone by asking her parents to help her be more girly.

For the next few months Marinette observed Lila's personality traits and tried to recreate them as much as she could.

The soft and stutter voice

The soft smile

The pink dresses and short skirts

✎

After 2 years,  Marinette was now known as a bubbly and shy person. Dont get me wrong, Mari observed how Lila was flirting with other guys and started ranting about anything the short girl did wrong.

But Marinette observed something else too

People were really kind to her,

The teachers complimented her on the dresses that she wore

The people in school talked to her more

For fucks sake, even her dad talked to her more.

That kinda her the poor girl, but now she was finally accepted, right?

✎

Last year of lycée...

Year with a lot of exams and brought by excitment of starting a new chapter in your life.

Lila broke up with Marinette at the end of last year, turned out she was just confused and never actually liked Mari.

The girl was really hurt it.

But her dad said suck it and be a man.

(Ironic because he treated her badly when she was more boyish)

✎

When she started college, she met Adrien

A son of a big designer in Paris.

He befriended her, and they spent alot of time together

She started to fall for him and she tried to confess...

but then when they opened up more to each other, it turned out that he was an incel that believed a woman belongs in the kitchen and is basically a sex toy and a baby maker

Mari started to distance herself from him, and made a note in her mind that said "I hate men and I'm shit scared of them, never fall for anyone and dont get in relationships or anything more then hookups."

✎

Last year of college.

Marinette meet Chloe Bourgeois.

The two girls because friends fast due to both of them having similar childhoods and interests.

Chloe helped Mari open more and teched her to not give a shit about anyone or anything

✎

After collage, Mari and Chloe opened their own company

Even tho it was hard at the start.

They started with nothing else then a little help from Mari's uncle, Jagged, and Chloe's mom, Audrey.

It was hard, with most of the industry being controlled by selfish rich men

But they did it

They made it to the top

After 2 years of trying, they finally made  it up there

After many ups and downs, they finally did it.

Both girls were know for being the most kind people in the industry.

And they planned to keep that face on as long as they could.

After all, people dont like it when girls are rough and 'mean'

✎

Damian lost a bet.

That was what started the hell hole

Dick and him made a bet and he lost it? The world must have come to an end.

*Flashback*

"Ok little D, you must stop being in your room all the times,  dont you have friends to hang out with?" Asked Dick

Damian stares at him for a second

"Jon is on a mission with his family, did you forgot?" He said

"Yea but that doesn't mean you just stop going outside." Dick said seriously.

Damian wasn't the type to have many friends or go out a lot, everyone knew it, but now Richard was just being an asshole for reminding him that.

"Look, why don't you get a job? You will have to take father's place one day and you dont even know anything about what he does." Dick said

"Of course I know what he does, I..he..uhm" Damian was at a loss of words

'Am I really that ignorant?' He thought

"Look, why dont you two have a bet, if Dick over here wins, you will get a job, if Damian wins, Dick will leave you alone forever and never bring it up again." Jason said

Damian looked at his two older brothers

"I'm in." Dick said

After some seconds

"I'm in as well" Damian murmured

The bet was who can capture the next villain to appear faster.

Dick was faster with only some minutes, meaning that Damian lost.

*Flashback ends*

He was now standing infront of the building of a company he had no idea of. And he was very lost.

✎

Once Damian stepped through the door, he was pushed by someone, making them both fall on the floor

"I'm so sorry, are you ok?" Asked the soft voice of the person who pushed him

"Yea I am alright" he said

He opened his eyes to see a short girl giving him a hand to get up

They made eye contact

Damian's breath cut short

After some seconds, the girl heard her phone ring

"Oh hell, Chloe must be waiting. I'm sorry I have to go"  she said as she started to run

Damian didn't have time to ask any questions as she ran fast, very fast to the lift.

The guy linked repeatedly as he looked after her, a small smile forming on his lips.

✎

It's been 6 months since Marinette bumped into Damian.

The two of them got closer and they became friends... until the 4th month

That's when Damian confessed his crush on her.

She told him she felt the same.

And they started dating, and neither of them could be happier

✎

It was a late night after a celebration party

Both of them got drunk

When they got to the hotel, they started heavily making out, with no care into the world

Clothes started to come off as they moved to the bedroom

They got to the bedroom with him being in his bottoms and her being in only her shirt

They threw themselves into the bed

Damian slowly started to take off her shirt

But when his hand touches her skin

He felt something weird on her waist

Damian stopped the kiss so both of them could breathe

Once the dizziness from the kiss stopped his eyes went on her waist

His brain took a screenshot

He saw alot of tattos on her torso

Marinette looked up at him

Her eyebrows narrowed searching for his gaze. Once she found it, her mind panicked.

She pushed him off the bed and got up, searching for her clothes

Until Damian woke up from his shocked state, she was already gone out of the door.

He got up to look after her but once he was in the hallway, there was no sight of her anymore.

✎

*Some days after the break*

"Are you sure this is alright?" Marinette asked Chloe, who was sitting at her office.

"Babe, he lied to us about who he was and then got close to you, most probably to use it against you, you know how men are, they are all the same, plus,  you can give the job to someone who actually needs it" Chloe said as she threw a paper on the desk.

Marinette looked at the paper, it was  a dismissal paper.

2 days ago the girls found out who he really was.

The son of a rich competitor. Bruce Wayne to be more specific

Both Mari and Chloe know how the Waynes are.

They are cold, and mysterious.

Marinette was having second thoughts about this, but she couldn't risk her name being stepped on, not after working so much to get where she was.

The girl started to think if their relationship even was a relationship, they both were lying to each other.

She knew he wont accept her as she is, and now after learning who he really was, there was no doubts that it was real, and he probably didn't care, like everyone (besides Chloe) in her life.

"Hi Sam, call Damian in Mari's office please."  Chloe said to the secretary.

Marinette got behind Chloe and tried to ignore what was gonna happen

After some minutes, there was knock on the door

"Come in'' said Chloe trying to hide the rage in her voice

In the door stood tall no one other then Damian Wash- I mean Wayne.

"You called me Chloe?" he asked

Damian looked behind the blonde girl to see his girlfriend (?) Turned with her back and looking at the window

"Its Miss Bourgeois to you." She said in a icy voice.

Damian opened his mouth in surprise

"And yes, I called you, please sign this" the blonde says pointing at the paper infront of her

Damian hesitantly got closer to the desk to read the paper

"A dismissal paper? What's this about?" He asks confused as he looks at Mari again

"Dont play dumb Washington." Chloe said, putting anger on the word 'Washington'

Damian looks at the girl shocked, his eyes winded

"Marinette, if this is about that night I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" the man was stopped by Chloe

"Dont you dare try to talk with her after you lied about everything Wayne."  The blonde said loudly.

Damian let out a sort breath while he still looked at Marinette.

"This is a misunderstanding, I didn't lie to you guys, let me expl-" he was once again stopped by Chloe slamming the desk

"ENOUGH WAYNE, just sign this and were done."

Damian's eyes didn't leave Marinette

"Angel, please let me explain." He pleated

Marinette's head turned a little to the side

"We're over." She whispered, with a hint of sadness in her voice

Damian's eyes winded more

He looks at the paper and gets  the pen in his hand

He took one  more look at Mari

And he signed it.

"You are free to leave" Chloe said while turned to Marinette

And he did leave.

✎

After he was gone, Mari broke down in Chloe's arms as the blonde girl was stroking her back slowly

"I'm sorry sugar, I promise I won't let anyone hurt you anymore" Chloe whispered in Marinette's ear

✎

*at the Wayne mansion*

Damian's slammed the door closed as he entered the mansion, gathering the attention of his brothers and father

"Hey demon spawn, how was work?" Asked Jason as Damian walked past him

"Lilttle D, is everything alright? You seem down" Dick said

Damian stopped.

"I got fired" he says while his voice cracked a little

Bruce's eyes winded

"Son, I know you liked the job, but it's not that big of a deal, you can work with Tim" he suggested

Damian was looking at the floor

"And my girlfriend broke up with me"  he whispered

"YOUR WHAT?" says Tim as he spilled his coffee

"Since when did you had a girlfriend Damian?" Asks Bruce

"Since 2 months ago" he whispers again

"Why didn't you tell us?" Jason asked

"BECAUSE I KNEW YOU WOULD HAVE RUINED IT FOR ME." He screams

The family was stunned

"Master Damian, no need to yell, why dont you vent to us? You're very stressed, I can tell." Alfred says

And he did, he told them all about Marinette, all the dates, all the laughs and smiles they shared together, he even told them about what happened that night

"So you're telling me, you got fired because of some tattos?" Jason asked

"No, I got fired because they found out I was a Wayne" Damian says roughly

"How did they not know?" Bruce says

"They dont look into competitors families, it's a bad habit that both of them have" The young Wayne said

"So for 6 months nobody told them who you were?" Tim asks

"No, because we weren't seen in public, I tried to be as careful as I could so no one would know " Damian sighed

"Well fuck, you fucked up big time, but that's not exactly a reason for her to fire you, not a good one at least" Dick said

Damian shrugs

"Wait, I think I know how to resolve this" Tim says

"What do you mean, Tim?" Asked Jason as Tim put his laptop on the coffee table

Tim started aggressively typing on the keyboard

"We now have a charity event to go to" he smirked

✎

"I'm not sure what to think about this Chloe."said the dark haired girl

"We're going to leave when you want sugar, but we need to attempt at the event" Chloe said as she was looking through Marinette's closet

Since Damian left, he was all Mari could have think

about.

She was distracted, hurt, confused, maybe even kinda mad at herself

"Aha, found it, look Mari! You would look so pretty in it. Plus it brings your tattoos at life" says Chloe while holding a suit in her hand.

Marinette promised herself that she would finally show the world that she wasn't the soft girl she always pictured herself as

She knows her parents would be watching the event, and she wanted revenge on her father for the years of therapy that she needed to get because of him and every man that did her bad, every man that said she couldn't open a business because she was a woman.

So she put on the suit, and left with Chloe who was holding her hand protectively.

✎

Once the two girls exited the car, flash lights were all over their faces

They somehow got into the building

Chloe went to get to get them both something to drink, leaving Mari behind.

The girl looked around the big room, her mind being concentrated at one of the paintings.

Suddenly someone was dragging her out of the room

"WHAT THE HELL, LET ME GO!'' she yells to death ears

She continued to struggle but nothing moved out of the person's grip

They got into a dark room, Mari could hear the door lock, she closed her eyes, scared of what was gonna happened.

She heard the light turn on.

"Will you now let me explain" said a familiar voice

She opened her eyes in surprise

"Damian? What the fuck is wrong with you, have you gone nuts?" She said angrily to him

"You didn't let me explain myself, so I had to do something about it, I cant just go on with my life because I know you didn't know what actually is going on." Damian says trying to make his voice as soft as he could, so he wouldn't scare her away

Marinette remains silent, sign for him to start speaking.

"I didn't mean to lie to you, but have you seen how you reacted when you found out who I was? You started to treat me differently." He whispered

Marinette opened her mouth to say something,  but she decided to remain silent

"I didn't lie when I said I love you, god I still fucking do, but I had no idea how to tell you" he sighed

Marinette sighed a deep heavy

"If we start to confess things, I also have something to say" she says

Damian's eyebrows narrowed

"I'm not this bubbly shy girl, I am not the sunshine I make myself look like" she says

"Oh." He said

"I never was and I will never be, I print myself as that because people would treat me differently if they knew the real me"  she sighed

Damian took a step towards her

He kissed her forehead softly, then her lips aggressively

"Then show me the real you"

(Marinette's tattos/suit and Chloe's dress)

#maribat #ml x dc #marinette deserves better #marinette dupain cheng #mlb au #maridami #marinette x damian #my fic #damimari #angst to fluff #daminette fluff #daminette

[antarax]

𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

It's late at night when Damian makes a stop by your house with the intention to confess his feelings for you.

Damian Wayne x Black!Reader, gender neutral.

Words: 2,105

AN: Happy Valentine’s to all the beautiful black people in the fandom!! I dedicate this one to all of us, who rarely get any works that include us or are actually vague enough to. Hope you enjoy it 💞

It was a quiet, cold night in Gotham. Neon city lights blurred into your room as the muffled sounds of the videogame on the old TV kept you company, the blue hue of the fluorescent lights washing over your bedroom even through half-pulled curtains. 

The day had been a slow and uneventful one. For you, at least, after the hope of receiving someone's valentine had been completely blown off, the same energy manifesting itself in you as the night also dragged itself along. 

You almost jumped out of your skin at the sound of your window opening, having had no expectations of anything more for the day –that, and the fact that it was well into the night already. You saw Damian standing outside with his hand on the window sill, a bag in the other, Robin uniform dirty and tattered as his cape fluttered violently with the breeze. 

He seemed stuck in his place, as if he had been the one surprised, frowning like he hadn't expected you in your own room. 

The slight semblance of a smile grew on your face, "Well, come in," you said, pausing the game. 

It wasn't uncommon for Damian to stop by your building after a busy night, the moon shining beautifully in the sky and the clouds a beautiful swirl of the light as he came through your window expertly quiet. But, even then with the known comfortability and trust you two had managed to reach in your relationship, it also wasn't uncommon to feel like remnants of the younger, more insecure Damian still clung to him slightly. 

Slightly as in  heavily. 

You watched him as he moved into the small space and set down the bag on the floor, taking off his gloves and mask with the rough delicacy you associated with him. 

He stood as if he was tightly wound up, like perhaps he could breathe wrong, or whatever new, unspoken rule he'd created for himself plagued his mind now. 

It was a little funny. 

"I'm not going to eat you, you know?" 

Damian rolled his eyes, "I'm aware." 

"Doesn't look like it," You muttered, glancing down at the controller in your hands, "What's in the bag anyways?" 

"I— Things." 

You raised a brow. 

"Food, sweets. Drinks." 

"Really?" 

"Yes," Damian replied, sitting down and sagging against the wall underneath the windowsill, chest rising and falling slowly as he exhaled deeply. Damian grabbed the bag again, putting it down next to you, "They're yours." 

You set aside the controller and rummaged through the bag, the thoughts racing in your head. Damian knew you well and you him, your friendship spanning over a few years now. There had been a lot you'd trusted him with. Secrets, worries, embarrassing shit you'd done that still haunted you and Damian had been no different. He let you in on his bigger secret, how he carried the mantle of Robin every night. Some of his deepest remorses were ones that you had knowledge of; although never diving too deep in the murky waters of Damian’s life, you still valued the clear trust he had in you. 

And along all these moments, every opportunity you've had to know each other, slowly and softly peeling aside the layers covering the people you were, a warm intimacy rooted itself in your growing friendship. A comfortable sort of intimacy. 

Every once in a while you stopped by the manor on the quiet days where it was only Alfred and the animals. You helped Alfred in the kitchen whenever he was practicing for a new recipe or baking a dessert for the family later in the day. You spent hours with Damian in his room, where his cat Alfred would always curl up next to you on his bed as he worked on his art, walking around the manor or playing around with Titus and Batcow in the manor's backyard –which, really, was just an enormous open field that they were too humble to call so– and sometimes you'd even earn an invitation to dinner. 

As for you, Damian tended to visit at night more so than day, but there were moments where he would show up on a sunny afternoon when everyone else wasn't home, slumping down on your couch for an hour or two before going back to his own things. Sometimes he'd drop by books he'd seen at the library, a small trinket he'd bought at the store and various other paraphernalia that, somehow, you always ended up loving. 

Damian knew your taste well, and there was no doubt he'd spend countless amounts of time pondering over each of his gifts before they ever reached your hands. All things that while anyone else might have brushed over you appreciated immensely. 

"You know," you began as you leaned back into the foot of your bed, ripping off pieces from a napkin you'd taken out of the bag, buying time. Hesitating, "I actually— sort of, was hoping for a valentine this year." 

You gazed at Damian's eyes, your interest boring into them, digging as deep as you were allowed. They looked nervous, hilariously so. Almost like he'd been caught. But caught... doing what, exactly? 

Perhaps caught in the middle of staring back at you as he'd tend to do; how he'd tend to do and assumed you didn't notice. 

Or maybe caught when he would discreetly drop off something in your room or your locker after having seen it at the store or the cafeteria and knowing immediately you'd like it, always behind the guise of simple complacency. Caught, in his true intentions, what truly made him do all these otherwise insignificant things that were much too small even for somebody as detail-driven as Damian. 

Olive-colored eyes still shifted uncomfortably in front of you as the sole giveaway of the true nervousness Damian was drowning in, refusing to show anything more of himself, even when it mattered. 

Especially when it mattered. It was frustrating. 

"You were?" 

"Yeah," You shifted in your spot, "I was." 

No one could ever, ever know something about Damian that he didn't share. It's just not something you could do. Not when it came to him. Anybody who knew anything at all about who Damian Wayne is, at his core in existence, knows it only because he's allowed them to. 

And he'd allowed you to know this too, and yet now he was hesitating. 

"You wished to have... a valentine. Anyone?" 

"Anyone." 

"You could have, easily, if you wanted it," Damian rolled his eyes. 

"I could?" You smiled, and the twinkle in your eyes was nothing short of mischievous. 

"Yes." 

"Reeeally. How?" 

Damian slouched against the wall, "Well, you'd simply have to ask," he said it as if it had been an obvious fact, "I'm sure anyone at the academy would've said yes." 

Your smile widened as you raised your brows, "Oh?" 

Damian frowned, "You are making fun of me." 

"What do you mean? How." 

Damian crossed his arms as you laughed. 

"You think I'm making fun of you," you protested, "I'm not." 

"TT." 

"There's something you want to say, isn't there? Just spit it out, Damian." 

Damian's eyes lingered all over the room. His hands had started to sweat a while ago and by then, his heart had sped up so much he was sure it was making some attempt at breaking through and out of his chest. 

Originally, his plan had been to drop by and bring you a gift, but then he'd gotten nervous and internally malfunctioned, because he'd bought a double of everything so that you wouldn't assume it had been a gift and instead just him coming by to hang out like he always did. 

He had planned to come by, tell you he'd... harbored a few unwanted feelings towards you and hoped you would have been tired enough that you wouldn't have realized it, but clearly, his plan had flipped over backwards and blown up in his face. 

Damian took as deep a breath as possible with his collar putting him in a choke hold, as if trying to push out his words while simultaneously wanting to keep them buried the deepest he could. 

"I— hm," He stared intently at the floor, for the first time in a while feeling like the small child who would trip over his own emotions again, but he was resolved to tell you, "I like you. I suppose." 

It hadn't been surprising to Damian. More that it was hard to accept. He'd mulled over it for a long, long time. In fact, the reason he'd visited you tonight, made up his mind to tell you so, had been his ridiculously embarrassing performance. 

Being surprised by petty thieves and thrown out of the loop by measly codes, none of which happen, ever, not to him at least. Damian was far above such childish mistakes, at least so he thought until he started taking a closer look at his own thoughts and realized your eyes had gone from brown to 'beautiful pools of honey', your skin a beautiful, shining shade of brown. 

He was an artist, after all. He'd spent afternoons studying his environment, the shapes and colors, how everything fit in together; you were no stranger to his thoughts. 

Which of course, you wouldn't know. If you had, you would have taken the jump much earlier. You would have never acted based off of assumption alone, but having the confirmation, well. 

By now you had to contain your smile because surely, surely, your cheeks would be sore afterwards. 

"Wow," you raised your brows in obvious mocking, "Really?" 

Damian scrunched up his face in disgust, like he'd witnessed the most foul thing yet, crossing his arms tighter but refusing to meet your gaze as he turned to the wall. 

"You know, Damian." 

"Yes?" 

"The valentine I was hoping for this year… was yours. You could've easily made a card and thrown some glitter over it and that would be the end of that." 

"A card, with glitter?" Damian snapped his head at you, seeming almost bored as he spoke in a deadpan voice, "Is that how lowly you think of me?" 

At this you did laugh, almost too loudly for one in the morning, that you had to push both your hands against your mouth. 

Damian frowned, "Please do know that if I were to ever make something so miserable, it must be because I've been replaced. Which would not happen. Ever." 

You stood, shuffling over to Damian and sitting down next to him. 

He looked pretty underneath the moonlight coming through the window, the curls over his forehead looking soft and shiny. 

Damian looked right into your eyes, for the first time that night not looking away, he was trapped now. Not truly, he could leave, but did he want to? Not at all. 

Softly, Damian touched your hand, something perhaps akin to fear in his eyes as if he still expected rejection. 

"Damian?" 

"Hm?" 

"I'm going to kiss you." 

"Oh." 

"Unless you don’t want me to." 

"Please do. I mean—" 

It was a shy and quick kiss, but so, so exciting as Damian's grip tightened around your hand and you leaned into him. 

When you leaned away, it was with a mischievous glint in your eyes. 

"Please do—" 

Damian frowned again, clearly not amused. After a few seconds though, your laugh died out. Truth is, your stomach was churning. Because, while you were very much happy and excited, you were also incredibly nervous. 

Both of you were stitching your thoughts back together, seconds of silence passing by. You were still holding Damian's hand. 

He closed his eyes, frown deepening considerably and quickly before he spoke, vile spilling out of his mouth, "A card? With some glitter thrown over it?" 

He looked downright furious, disgusted even. 

"Seriously?" 

"It's not that big of a deal," You chuckled, "Get over it." 

"Hm." 

Damian looked out the window, and you followed, the moon standing beautifully in the middle of the sky. 

Damian sighed, "I have to go." 

"Oh... okay." 

He didn't move. Neither of you did. 

Damian gave you a quick kiss again, looking absolutely scandalized when he pulled back. You stared at each other in complete disbelief before he stood up and started putting his gloves on again. 

He pressed his hands onto the windowsill and took a deep breath.

Damian looked at you, tenderly, "Goodnight, Y/N." 

"Goodnight, Damian." You smiled. 

Damian gave you a small smile, "Hm." 

You watched as he jumped off, grappling to the nearest building and laughed when you saw him standing still before disappearing into the night. 

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