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glorified-red · 1 year
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Auburn Traditions (Damian Wayne x Reader)
summary: After your wedding, Damian spends the night finding his name in your bridal henna. In the safety of your presence, he can share his true feelings to you. word count: 1,550~ warnings: none Special thanks to @quillsareswords for bouncing ideas around until this fic was born. I am soft for this man. This is the mushiest thing I've written in so long. Literally kicking my feet writing this.
It came as no surprise when Damian popped the question. 
You two flourished beside each other, growing individually in the comfort of each other’s embrace. For years you stood beside Damian. Through high school you helped him study every exam season, said quick greetings in the halls, and even helped him find all his classes his first year. In college you motivated him through finals, went to every pesky orientation, and cheered the loudest when he walked across the stage one final time. 
Almost in tandem, Damian returned the favor. He asked you to Prom your senior year, holding up a shy bouquet of flowers and a corsage. He attended every performance of yours, big or small, because the mere presence of him was more support than you could ever wish for. Damian dragged you to bed on long nights and held you through so many tough ones, never letting go through it all. 
You moved out together years later after you found the perfect forever home and finally made it yours. The walls were painted deep into the night, muted tones swiped onto his nose only for him to fling it back at you. Together, Christmas lights were hung across the house year after year as you danced to the upbeat tunes in your own living room while the fireplace warms you up after a long day in the snow. 
So when Damian kneeled before you, his heart pouring out of his chest as he spoke words of reflection and his own green eyes shining with affection, you had to say yes. A year of bliss with Damian Wayne, your fiancé, soon to be husband. You carved out a section of this chaotic world and made it your own, a section full of adoration and unwavering love. 
The wedding night was one to remember. It was an extravagant night filled with family, music, and laughter. Damian couldn’t keep his eyes off his bride for very long, far too many of the wedding photos showed Damian’s soft gaze towards you. 
Your vows were heartfelt and private, opting to say your true feelings in the comfort of each other and no one more. Damian Wayne, the man of very few words, had the most poetic words fall from his lips that day. Damian Wayne, the man with ironclad emotions, cried in front of you when the vows continued forward—not that he’d ever admit that, but you knew. 
So here you were, the wedding night bliss still radiating off of you as you sat in front of Damian—your husband—on your shared bed. Your outfits were hung up ages ago, torn off the second you could and changed into something more cozy with softer fabrics and looser seams. Bobby pins were scattered across the bathroom sink as you let your hair rest. Damian’s own hair was ruffled, the gel long since worn off. 
Neither of you minded, no amount of makeup or luxurious outfits could make Damian fall for you any harder than he already has. 
“You’re really intent on finding it,” you commented playfully, your voice dipped into softer volume. Your hands rested in his, decorated in vibrant amber. Delicate florals weaved their way across your fingertips and palms, vines twirled across the negative space until their leaves grew on your hands. Mother Earth herself had kissed your hands and let her beauty flow across your skin—her own blessing to the marriage. 
Henna: a tradition that was nothing short of mesmerizing. You remembered the day Damian asked for this, a small portion of his heritage incorporated into the best night of his life. And of course, you said yes, accepting every part of him happily. 
His hands traced along the arabic style that seeped into your skin, spaced out leaves and florals that left a gorgeous amount of free space to show off your own beautiful skin. It wasn’t nearly as intricate as Mehndi, for this style of henna focused on the palms to bring in love and cherish memories. But every dot on your skin was as fascinating as the one before it, carefully placed into a beautiful design. 
“Of course,” Damian responded, his gaze incredibly focused on the detailed pattern on your hands. He flipped over your hands to look at the top. “The fate of the marriage rests on this moment.” 
You snorted, “You just don’t want to admit that I’m the dominant one in the relationship.” 
Damian tsked, “You wish.” 
“Well,” you looked over at the clock, “you have five minutes before that superstition comes true. Better hurry up, bird boy.” 
“There’s no need to rush me, I will find it before the night is over.” 
You hummed in disbelief, a playful tone falling from your lips. The room fell to comfortable silence once more, the only sound was the soft breathing that landed onto the tips of your fingers. 
His hands were so gentle as they touched yours, a faint warmth emitting from his own hands and transferring to yours. Even as he turned your hands this way and that, his fingertips traced along the design. The touch was feather-light, almost tickling the surface of your hand. 
He never touched with much pressure. Even though the dye was a deep rich color, beautifully stained on your hands and wrists, he didn’t dare to wear it thin. Talia herself told you every tradition as she crafted the henna on your hand, happy to play such a significant role in her son's marriage—and welcoming you to the family? She was overjoyed to receive that call. 
So when your henna turned into a darker tone overnight, you immediately knew the deep connection between you and Damian was gorgeously on display. The color signified more than just love and an unwavering bond, but it also represented your place beside your new family, and the love you will surely receive from them. 
“You look beautiful with this on, Zawjati,” he spoke just barely above a whisper, as if the amber design had Damian mesmerized. The words fell from his lips absent-mindedly, a new term of endearment taking flight in an instant. The gesture meant more to him than he could ever explain, from the reconnection to understanding, all the way to acceptance, his heart was unbelievably full. 
You glanced up at him, your eyes met the softened gaze of a man so deeply in love, the rest of the word slipped away. That gaze conveyed more to you than any poetic vow. 
Your heart was equally as full. His simple wedding band was smooth against your fingers, the new shimmer of metal was vibrant against the tan of his skin. Your own traditions having melted into the wedding with the rings, a permanent symbol of the promise Damian made to you each and every day: to love and cherish you.
“That’s a new one,” you said, pushing past the breathless feeling in your lungs. 
He rolled your fingers in his and sparks flew up your chest just like the first day you met him, even after all these years. He hummed in question, his eyes scanning the patterns with deep concentration. 
“Zawjati,” you continued. “What does that one mean?”
Damian shifted slightly, not uncomfortably so, but as if his brain was mulling words around behind his eyes so his body swayed on instinct. “My wife.” 
The smile that broke across your face happened in an instant, a full gleam of happiness filled your body that you couldn’t possibly contain. “Oh?” you teased, as if the words didn’t burrow themselves in your chest to create blossoming trees, “I’ve upgraded now.”
The corner of his lip ticked upwards so slightly you wouldn’t have caught it if you weren’t staring. There was a tint of your lipstick stained on his lips that you didn’t notice before. His fingers toyed with yours, they slipped in between yours with a ticklish touch. 
“I’ve been wanting to call you that for years,” he said it so simply, like that profession didn’t take the air out of your lungs and make your heart flutter alongside it. 
“Years?” you breathed out, stunned by his words. You knew his love for you was profound, but to be looking forward to spending the rest of his life with you for years? Your head whirled from the whiplash. 
“Yes.” Just as simply as the words that came before. “My heart knew who it belonged to the second you entered my life. You were the only one who ever saw me for who I really was, not who I could become. You were the only one who made me look forward to living, not for the sake of saving lives to simply do it again the next day, but to keep coming home to you.”
“You make the future seem possible. You,” he breathed, “you make me want to be better, not because I have to, but because I truly want to. That is why I’ve always been more partial to the other translation of Zawjati.” 
The word rolled off his tongue and your heart danced. “And what’s that?”
His thumb swiped across your pulse point where his name was imprinted on your skin in subtle cursive, easily blending into a vine. He gently brought the point to his lips. 
“My better half.”
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fluffykitty149 · 10 months
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I refuse to believe Damian doesn’t know how to clean simply because he is the sole child of an Arab mother. I don’t know about y’all but my mother would not give me the audacity to ignore dishes without a sass talk on the side so add that to assassin arab mom. Ain’t no way that kid doesn’t know how to clean up after himself.
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punkeropercyjackson · 27 days
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"So you think no Batfam fan should EVER reblog posts that say they're about all the Robins or all the Batkids but don't have Duke and both him and Cass if they don't want to be racist?"Well,yes lol!Reblogging posts isn't free speech or a human right😭I think they'll live if they don't support creators who are intentionally exclusive of a biracial girl who debuted five years before a biracial boy who's origin story hinges on racialized misogyny towards his mom and a black boy that has a small amount of content compared to his siblings so he's the easiest one to get into-especially because they have no problem including non-Batman characters for ship reasons and the ships in question are always the ones that actually aren't canon unlike them being a 6 sibling unit.'Fanon is better than canon' in the context of DC is a dogwhistle at this point
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rubydubydoo122 · 5 months
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Guys, if we make Tim South East Asian, we can have all the boy Robins be Brown. Dick's Romani, a large amount of people Hc Jason as Latino, and Damian is Arab. I'm pretty sure the current Tim hc race is half Korean, but like... I can see Tim being half Singaporean, or Indonesian. It would also be really funny because it would make Damian and Tim look really similar and just imagine a random white lady walking up to the both of them and going "Oh! is this your brother?" and Damian going "No! I'm not related to Drake!" and it happens seven times and ends in Damian begrudgingly saying, "Yes, though he is adopted"
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ao3statistics · 4 months
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jasontoddssuper · 9 months
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I'm not trying to diminish the fandom starting to include Stephanie as a Robin combined with the latino Jason hc and unwhitewashing Dick and Damian but tbh...I'm really tired of the 'main team is all poc except for the token girl' trope.I can't think of many examples other than Vld and now Spiderverse but as a black woman who has DC as their special interest with the Batfam and Superfam as their main focus because of Jason being tied with Clark and Lois as their fave,it's highkey upsetting to see no woc in Batkids fanarts even though Cass very much exists and especially when Duke is a CANON BLACK ROBIN WHO'S NEVER BEEN WHITEWASHED but gets left out over half the time yet that Billy kid and characters who aren't even DC get to be accepted as Bruce's kids more than them.Idk i just wish the diversity that's already there was as supported as headcanons and that nerdy woc weren't expected to settle for just 'girls' as our rep instead of 'girls of color'
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e-elizabeth-l · 2 years
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Talia: how do I look روحي*
Damian: so beautiful mama
Damian: how do I look 
Talia: perfect 
* روحي ( Rohi ) : is my soul in Arabic and is you used as a form of endearment 
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bizzy-bee3 · 2 years
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I forget that the robins are drawn as white guys in the comics because literally the only one I think of as white is Jason and everyone else is a poc and I stand by that
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actina13 · 2 months
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Help on a fanfic
I don't know if I should continue. This story centers on Damian and the Batfamily. But with an extra oc. I want to explore the point of view of an almost civilian in the DC world. Here the oc comes from a family of refugees who work for the League of Assassins. I want to address the lack of his home here. I would like someone to help me with the elements of Arab culture here if I ever make mistakes.
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whywoulditho · 4 days
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this is the ONLY damian wayne design i accept by the way. brown skin, a crooked nose, dark green eyes and thick eyebrows. keep that white-washed monstrosity away from me
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breadandblankets · 1 month
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Duke: "So then Ra's went-"
Damian: "You know that's not grandfather's name right"
Duke: "Hm?"
Damian: "that's not his name it's a title, you're supposed to say the whole title, his name isn't 'Head'"
Duke:
Damian:
Duke: "She give me Ra's on my Ghul til I…"
Damian, sighing, unsheathing a sword: "Thomas, I know you will survive this, so I will not be holding back"
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fluffykitty149 · 2 months
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Okay haven’t really posted much Damian content in a while but I just reblogged a post about Muslim Damian Wayne and as an Arab Muslim I’d like to offer my two cents.
Before I start this discussion I want to say I get it okay? Islam as other religions have been used to spread violence and hate and I don’t condone any of it. Those type of people misuse the texts that are taught and I can only hope they see the truth and stop.
With that said let’s talk about why some people headcanon Damian as Muslim. For some it’s just a fun projection. Being Muslim and seeing your favorite character being Muslim is a fun thing! For those I caution you to be careful about how you choose to portray it. Some Islamaphobic rhetoric is so ingrained into stories we can become blind to it.
For those who aren’t Muslim I want you to ask yourselves why. Some people automatically assume the Al Ghuls would/should be Muslim because they’re Arab but not every Arab is Muslim and not every Muslim is Arab. That not even to mention that Ras himself doesn’t seem to worship any deity and quotes himself as a man of science while his mother seems polytheistic.
Some might see the religion/culture fascinating and want to add it to the narrative as a form of representation. I am all for positive representation but be sure to do your research on it prior. Not just on representation but the religion itself.
Some want to use it in a negative light and I’m not going to give you guys the time of day for that.
For those of you who want to write Damian as Muslim please take into consideration the fact that the League doesn’t seem to follow any major religion and predominantly works like a cult. Maybe Damian could convert post leaving the League.
If you really want Damian to be Muslim in the league listen up. If you’re going to do that, have Islam be what teaches him morals and not meeting Bruce. Islam is all about compassion and mercy. It’s such an important part of our religion that to be without it is to go against it. We quite literally have a month dedicated to fasting to make us empathize with those lacking in our resources, making someone pay interest is a taboo in our religion because it’s acknowledged as a tool used to prey on the weak, and charity is such a huge part of Islam it’s one of the five pillars. There is an entire system dedicated to figuring out how much is the minimum you should give. And these are just the things I can think of from the top of my head!
Don’t have him learn about Islam through a member, terrorist group cult Muslim assassin is an ick but how about through learning about different religions? Maybe Islam spoke to him. That’s all for now since I’m not in analysis mode but asks are open for whenever!
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punkeropercyjackson · 26 days
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Got fuckin' uuuuuuhhhhh 'Let Tim and Jason be close' crybabies slander and it's that Tim would literally be Jason's last choice amongst the other Robins.If his favorite wasn't Duke,it would be Damian,if it wasn't Damian,it would be Stephanie,if it wasn't Stephanie,it would be Dick and that leaves Tim as a last resort he would never not hesitate to embrace.This is not Tim hate and in fact i'm saying this to defend him too because his own first choices would be a tie Dick and Stephanie and he's got a whole ass friend group in Young Justice AND his civillian friends and they ain't lesser than the guy you want the DCverse to revolve around since canon stole Roy from Dick for him so now you wanna complete the whole thing.You get every other character but this time,the poc and the autistic girls get be the surprisingly likable white boys' number ones and you get to be dead last and you're not allowed to act like i'm going too far by saying that cause i'm not the one obsessed with every au throwing Tim and Jason together cause you can't handle a change in the status quo.Karma's getting your ass and i hope reading this made you feel bad♡
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rubydubydoo122 · 2 months
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Canon Damian is like Zuko where Fanon Damian is like Azula
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alyakthedorklord · 11 months
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I read somewhere that its common in Arab culture to refer to someone close to you as your organs, implying you can’t live without them. Like how in english someone would say “my heart” (qalbi), in Arabic someone would also use “my liver” (kabidi) ���my lungs” (riati). Notably, “my blood” is “Dami” which is funny bc it’s Damian’s shortened nickname.
Damian’s brothers have been using the nickname for years with or without knowing. I propose that as Damian gets closer to them, and Tim in particular, he responds in kind.
He starts to refer to Tim as “tuhali.”
…it means “my spleen.”
(Edit: this has now been confirmed by several Arabic speakers! Except the pronunciation of Dami (as in my blood) and Dami (shortened) are different which is sad. But my spleen idea works! So I’m happy!)
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waspredteeth · 28 days
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the thing about Damian, especially pre-Robin, is that you have to straddle a line between child and cult assassin. He’s a nuanced character, you can’t dumb him down or simplify him. (On that note: PLEASE stop calling him feral! It’s racist as fuck!)
You cannot make other characters be nice and understanding to him from the start like Dick or Tim or Jason. You cannot make them treat him like a toddler below his actual age.
You also cannot make him a irredeemable psychopath who exists only to hurt Tim and sow conflict. Because that’s just straight up not true. Fanon.
Writing Damian needs to be a balance between these, and he needs this nuance to be interesting.
If everyone treats him softly, then there’s no point for Damian’s personality as it is. He is rude and arrogant and abrasive for a reason. You could argue that he’s spoiled, but he’s also a child who was ripped from a culture he knew and thrust into the arms of a white family who don’t understand him and don’t make the effort to actually teach him their views. He’s rude and angry because there is no place for him there, not until Robin, and even then he is still subject to their judgements. If everyone treats him with kid gloves, then his attitude comes without justification and doesn’t make sense.
Please remember that when Damian first appeared in comics, everyone except Talia disliked him. Bruce wasn’t sure what to do with him, but he also was quick to scream obedience. From Dick’s inner monologue in Resurrection of Ras al Ghul and his very early interactions in Batman and Robin, he didn’t like the kid and thought him a burden to bear in the place of Bruce. Tim never once gave him mercy after the first meeting. His inner monologue and actions all speak of hate and teenage angst - some justified, some way out of line.
Damian’s anger is then reasonably apparent. He doesn’t fit in. He can’t. But he doesn’t seek violence. He doesn’t try to murder everyone in their sleep like some people think. It’s shocking that fanon’s interpretation of him is a boy who goes for the throat in every interaction. He’s snippy, but in every single comic I’ve read he’s never tried to fight someone without a justification. If he was an X-Men level telepath, then I’d argue that his actions would become worse if he really knew what people thought of him at first glance.
If you’re a child that knows he is hated, then you lash out. You test boundaries. You see what will make them exile you, hurt you. You are a brown boy surrounded by a white city in a culture that you don’t understand. You cannot see your mother again. They hate her. You cannot express yourself in a world that expects the worst. You are shackled by expectation and judgement. They won’t let you be, but they won’t let you go.
You are stuck.
And in this, you will always be.
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