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somewherefornow · 1 month
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BRUCE WAYNE & JIM GORDON in BRUCE WAYNE: THE ROAD HOME: CATWOMAN
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big-gay-apocalypse · 1 year
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i just... really love her
// Batman: Bruce Wayne - The Road Home
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fancyfade · 1 year
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(Cracks fingers)
Sooo, from what I can tell your a Barbara Gordon fan. Here’s some questions
1) You think the character of Jason Bard is a decent person to be within her supporting cast or leave him out entirely in favor of Dick and/or Dinah?
2) Speaking of Dick, thoughts on the 2007 edition of Nightwing Annual #2 which Babs thinking back to her connection with him while he was recovering from the events of Infinite Crisis?
3) Even though she infamously got use of her legs back, What are your thoughts on the first New 52 run of her book, especially since it’s done by Gail Simone?
1 I think Jason Bard is OK as a backstory element but when I have to read about him he is so boring. but babs can have dated a boring guy before. Just don't make me read about him DC :P
2 I generally am not a fan of the way that Andreykov writes Babs. Both in the nightwing 2007 annual and in later return of bruce wayne comics, Andreykov over emphasizes Babs' dependence on the Batfam at the time of her injury and under emphasizes her independence. Like. link1, link2, link3 for previous thoughts. Anyway that extends to the cursed annual as well where Andreykov wants to make it a big thing that Nightwing wasn't there when Babs was injured, even though they were not super close at that time in canon. This is in addition to the 'dick cheats on kory right before his wedding' thing which everyone has rightly panned. it was a comic that did no character good.
there could have been some good bits if andreykov was not afraid of making babs more independent, didn't lean into the retcons about dick and babs dating/being in love from early on. I think seeing Dick recovering and Babs interacting could have been interesting, and I think that Babs breaking off the engagement because she wants Dick to be able to make his own decision free from any obligations now that situations have changed is very babs.
3 the new 52 batgirl stuff by simone could have worked as a flashback, pre TKJ. but there still was an over-emphasis on trauma at the hands of the joker and she is portrayed as pretty helpless before him, which IDK was maybe an order from editors but it still sucked. I also did not care at all for the plot with the little brother. the part that I think does work is her independence, not wanting to accept others help, and her lashing out when she's angry.
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damadisangue · 10 months
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"We let them both down." The Bat is silent, he studies Victor out of the corner of his eye. "The women we love, I mean." he points out, and puts his thumb and forefinger together, pacing the cell. "We've never saved them from anything, not even ourselves." It dances a ballerina in the silence of a bubble of water and snow, behind her Nora's smile, her skin warm and alive with her - a memory so warm under her hands that it kills him every time. "They suffered for us, with us."
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ew-selfish-art · 10 months
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Dp x Dc AU: Damian and Ellie become friends, and for all his research into her ‘Guardian’ older siblings, he can’t seem to understand why they’re asking after his own homelife. 
Ellie was an annoyance to him from the moment they met, and this unfortunately meant that her and Jon got along like a house on fire. She’d transferred to Gotham Academy in the middle of the year and clearly had no idea what a private school was like politically- She walked right up to him and declared them friends. He’d retorted something about preferring to be enemies, she immediately had a shark like grin and after school they had their first spat- which Jon immediately flew into town for upon hearing Damian’s typically fight related biometrics (which, yes, he always listened for). 
Immediately upon Jon pulling them apart, Ellie asked again if they could be friends and Damian accepted. Jon is bewildered but hey! New Pal! And she can throw down! How Neat! (plus she didn’t ask how Jon appeared so quickly-he wasn’t caught flying because of their fight- success! Identity kept secret!) 
Ellie eventually invites them over to her place since she lives closest to the school, and the apartment is meager if not incredibly well kept. Jazz is the one home at this time, makes them all some apple slices and ensures that they did their homework. Jon declares that Lois would love her. Jazz asks if Damian is safe at home, and she has a weird green color to her eyes for just a second when she asks, but Damian assures her that the Wayne family is merely a rambunctious one with too many children. 
The next time they come by her older brother Danny is the one who is home, and he looks absolutely exhausted as he mixes instant coffee granules into his energy drink. Damian learns that he’s an engineer at WE and working night shifts- apparently Danny was home the last time they visited but was asleep. Danny also kind of looks at Damian funny for a second, and asks if he’s safe at home, Ellie protests that they can’t keep asking him and Damian defends his family once more. 
Damian goes home after one of their visits and at the family dinner table if there is anything about him that reads as ‘abused child’ since he keeps getting this treatment by the Nightengale siblings. Tim doesn’t add anything towards Damian’s predicament but does explain that Danny Nightengale is off limits from the rest of the family- He’s not to be adopted and he’s not to be researched, this dude is his main engineer on a Bat project and Tim’s personal project to crack. 
Jason, who happened to attend because it was Alfred’s Eggplant Parmesan night, voices that his new therapist is also a Nightengale. She’s great (the whole family has noticed) but he’s also contemplating dropping her as a therapist for... reasons. (The whole family understands that he’s in love with her and theres a betting pool around it.) 
Bringing the conversation back to the start, Bruce suggests that Damian invite them over for dinner so that they can see he has a stable homelife. Tim and Jason protest but it gets ignored. Damian asks Ellie at school and she happily accepts with “Great! I can’t wait to haunt your house!” 
The Nightengales arrive, and fit right in. The evening goes off without out any major issues or bumps in the road- although the entire family + Danny are all keen on Jason pursuing Jazz (who keeps refusing to comment despite blushing every other word he says to her). Ellie is adored by the whole family, though Damian does his best to threaten them away. Danny is incredibly loose lipped about the project he’s working on to Tim’s horror but Danny just kind of winks and says “this feels like a room of people that can keep a secret.” (Danny doesn’t know they’re bats, he just assumes this cause they’re all family and so nice.)
Eventually at the end of the night Bruce asks why they keep asking after Damian’s homelife and safety- what makes them so concerned? Danny just spills the beans: 
“I’ve met a lot of undead in my day, but Damian was brought back to life in a way I’m still trying to understand. Like Jason? Easy peasy, got dipped in the green stuff. Damian? So Strange. Plus like the kid is like 15, it took me until 14 to die the first time but I had a portal to another dimension under my house and he lives in a mansion.” 
Chaos. 
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noras-dc-shenanigans · 10 months
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Adoption | Learn
“So let me get this straight.”
Danny stared at the group of vigilantes in front of him, a look of utter disbelief etched onto his face.
“Batman had a baby with Catwoman, she hid it from him, gave the baby up for adoption, and that baby is me. And you’re all here because Batman’s other ex also had a hidden pregnancy, but she’s a homicidal maniac who wants to make sure her son is the only blood child because of some weird cult rules?”
If they’d been in a cartoon, there’s be crickets chirping. He continued, voice growing less disbelieving and more angry as he went.
“And because some cult wants to kill me, I have to give up my whole life, cut off all contact with my family and friends, go live in a state 900 miles away, and stay cooped up— for an unknown amount of time— in Bruce Wayne’s mansion, because that’s who Batman really is.”
A stilted silence filled the room of the safe house Danny had been dragged to a few hours ago, sans the unnecessarily long explanation he’d just summarized.
After a few more moments, Nightwing stepped forward and smiled gently at him an oh, that rankled Danny. He did not need whatever kid gloves the guy was about to pull on. Before Bluebell had a chance to open his mouth, Danny channeled his inner Jazz and raised his hand for silence. Nightwing paused, and Danny proceeded to give them all a single, flat, unimpressed look, and then stated factually,
“I’m not leaving, I’m not staying with yet another frootloop billionaire, and I’m not in the least concerned with dying. So. You can all go back to where you belong, I’ll stay here, where I belong, and if any cultist come knocking I’ll deal with them just like I’ve been dealing with every other threat in this town the last six months: alone. Because apparently the entire Justice League is too busy to respond to calls for help about inter-dimensional threats popping in and out of my parents basement on a daily basis.”
… Okay, so Danny may have been yelling a bit by the end, but it was justified! And oh, Danny really wished his life was a cartoon right now, because that cricket chirping would be been perfect. He’s pretty sure he broke a few of them. Nightwing looked ready to cry.
Good. Danny was too tired to deal with this sh*t.
Thanks to the whole Pariah Dark thing last month, Danny was apparently immortal now anyways, so even if the cult people managed to completely destroy his body, he’d just reform in the Zone. Because he was now connected to it, and only another ghost could End him like he had Pariah, because of some weird dimensional rules. Apparently, since humans couldn’t rule the Infinite Realms, they just, like… didn’t qualify to kill him. That went for aliens, demons, gods, and other non-human beings of sentience.
So Danny’s got that going for him at least. About time something useful came outta this whole disaster of a school year.
But he’d gotten off track. Before him stood a truly ridiculous number of vigilantes, and they all looked like he’d just slapped them with a fish and then played violin with it. For a few minutes, Danny just basked in the stuttering and bewildered looks, before he noticed Nightwing drawing himself up in righteous determination and decided that yeah, he was done now.
At this point, being a dramatic a**hole to people (or ghosts) who were annoying him was just second nature, so he straightened to attention, raised his hand in a salute, and then let himself sink through the floor, perfectly stoic.
The stuttering turned to panicked shouts, and Danny’s last view of his apparent siblings was a few people lunging for him and missing, winding up tangled together on the carpet.
‘Ahhhh, yesss, I will treasure that memory always! Ah well, time to get home! Maybe I should scout out for those cult people, mess around with them. Maybe follow them back sometime, meet my half-brother. That could be fun, me and Ellie can make a road trip of it this summer! Maybe by then, the Justice Losers will have gotten their heads out as their butts.’
Meanwhile, back at the safe house, several frantic calls were being made about the dimensional threats and the League of Assassins and the possibly meta human, definitely vigilante brother.
Amity Park was about to get a lot more chaotic.
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riotlain · 1 year
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Could I request the Batfam (Batman and the Batboys) separately reacting to you falling asleep on them?
wompwompwomp
guess whos sick. meee
im sorry if this is short (duke thomas is here hooray🎉🎉)
THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI
Bruce Wayne
Depends on what hes doing
If hes working at home and youre leaning against him/on his lap? He'll probably carry you to bed.
Cant have your spine being fucked up💀💀
If you 2 are on your way home from a gala, meeting, ect and fall asleep on him in the limo he'll ask Alfred to drive slower and make sure the ride is smooth
(As smooth as it gets. Gotham roads arent the best)
He overall finds you falling asleep on him endearing (and a bit concerning. Are you not getting enough sleep??)
Dick Grayson
Im surprised you managed to fall asleep on him😭💀 like mans cannot sit still
Unless youre asleep on him ofc
Def the type to stroke your hair and take pictures of you (with filters at times)
"When did you take these??" "When you were asleep😊"
Has drawn on your face
He dont mean to be creepy bro😭😭
Will attempt to carry you to bed 💪💪
Or put his head on yours (maybe fall asleep if he can)
Goodluck napping by a napping Dick. He snores
Jason Todd
Not used to ppl falling asleep on him and he's all alert when he feels your head on his shoulder
Calms down when he sees you though
He probably takes you to bed the soonest bc that position cannot be comfy 💀
Denies he carried you if he did
"I didnt fall asleep here." "You.. sleepwalked."
If youre one of those people who stop breathing in your sleep he will freak the fuck out💀💀
Tim Drake
You probably try to stay up with him and fall asleep on him after a while
Normal occurrence
He usually keeps you there for a bit and then wakes you up to go sleep on the bed
(Sometimes he goes to bed with you but like💀💀)
If hes too lazy he'll probably just keep working with you drooling on his shoulder
Has taken atleast 1 picture of yall
Damian Wayne
Not used to people being so comfortable around him to be honest. Well people other than Dick I guess
Like when he feels your head lean against his shoulder he'll slowly turn over (bro frozen ngl)
Yea he doesn't know what to do tbh
Very flustered
He thinks you trusting him and being comfortable enough to fall asleep on him is nice tho
Gets lowkey (highkeyish) upset when someone wakes you up (Especially if its TIM)
Duke Thomas
Sees this as an opportunity to cuddle with you more
Like mf will lay his head ontop of your or reposition so yall comfy
Doesnt care if you drool (he prolly does too)
Has probably pranked you atleast oncee but anyways
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Interesting that Stephanie Brown reminds Dick of a young Barbara Gordon but reminds Bruce of a young Dick Grayson. So much to read into there.
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Batgirl (2009) #7 & Bruce Wayne: The Road Home: Batgirl
They’re both projecting. They’re impressed by what they see in Steph so they liken her to the person they hold in the highest of regards; for Dick that’s Babs and for Bruce that’s Dick.
On the other hand, Stephanie, current Batgirl and former Robin, does in fact draw parallels to both Babs and Dick; the first Batgirl and Robin!! And Dick and Bruce recognise this. Her spirit is relentless and fucking unbreakable and she’s independent to a fault; qualities associated with Babs’ strong character. More technically, she’s light-footed, agile and always pinging around the battlefield, and she’s also cunning, always using her words to throw off her opponents; skills and techniques particularly associated with how Dick operates.
Another important thing to note is that that Dick, now Batman, has come to know Stephanie as the Batgirl, and so likens her to the original Batgirl, while Bruce still remembers Stephanie as his Robin, and so likens her to the original Robin.
Nevertheless, despite what a lot of the bat fandom may tell you, people can be more than just one thing.
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saintmuses · 6 days
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❝𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩❞
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Jealous!Jonathan Crane x Reader
Summary:
Despite they were not even together, Jonathan Crane made her suffer the consequences for flirting with Bruce Wayne.
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Warning(s): implied future SMUT. Slightly Dub-con. Dominant and implied possessive Jonathan. Spanking. Minors, dni!
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The steering wheel groaned slightly under the pressure of Jonathan’s hands that were curled into fists around it.
He couldn’t stop the moments from spilling over in his head like flashbacks in a film reel on the screen.
She was…so gorgeous tonight. In that sparkly dress that drew the attention of everyone.
Even Bruce Wayne walked up to her with intentions in his eyes to take her home with him.
Jonathan didn’t…he didn’t think she would be the one to flirt back with that godforsaken man who considered himself as the savior of Gotham, to feed the fuel to the fire of brimstone and ashes inside of his mind.
He was violently screaming inside of his head, unraveling as his rationality fell apart by each word that repeated back to him as a sacred prayer he refused to kneel for.
One of the things he dealt with on a daily basis as a symbolism of insanity that sometimes shone in his icy blue eyes, through words from his tongue, or even in his laughter when he was alone in empty space with four walls around him.
Jonathan was breathing heavily, the pure rage within him having reached its height.
No one had a claim to her, but him. He had always been secretly possessive over her in many forms. When they were in college, she became his friend, and he went so far as eradicating her other friends that way she could only go to him in the name of friendship. However, he had always knew he wanted her, but never as far as doing anything because he never had to worry about her finding other people to be with.
Now that chain that held them together was weakening as it was clear the bond was going to be threatened by others.
She was his.
He steered the car toward the edge of the dirt off the road, then he slammed his foot on the brakes causing the tires to screech as he did so. He pulled the vehicle to a sudden stop causing her to turn her head to look at him with confusion in her gaze.
Jonathan turned towards her but said nothing, his eyes locked on her as his body trembled from the intense rage and he felt like he could burst.
“You really are something special, you know that?” He finally said something, although icily, eyes blazing with brimstone as he stared straight at her.
He was furious to the point that he couldn’t see or think clearly, but he couldn’t deny how much of a lure she was to him.
“I’m not sure why I haven’t given you a good spanking yet,” he huffed, storm began to take over his irises as his lips curled into a snarl.
Her breathing hitched as her eyes widened before narrowing it. “I dare you.” She hissed, eyes narrowing in fury as she challenged him.
Oh, she should know he would accept it.
He heard her yelping when he reached across the passenger seat and dragged her over onto him in the driver’s seat where she was forced to accommodate her knees around his thighs on the leather. He then dragged the hem of her dress just under the curve of her ass, and she gasped when he landed a hard smack on the back of her thigh.
He wasn’t going to stop with one spanking, and he continued to slap one of her thighs until she started to let out little gasps, ending with whimpering.
“You deserve every red mark that’s going to be on your skin, sweetheart.” He said lowly, informing her with monotonous tone.
He reached for her thighs to grab the hem of her dress, pushing it up until it bunched up around her waist. He did all that too quickly that she did not have time to react to his ministrations. She hissed in surprise when his hands grabbed her ass; fingers squeezing her flesh firmly in a possessive hold, ignoring the lace of her panties before using one of his hands to land a harsh smack on her ass. “You’re mine.”
Of course, he knew she was surprised by his behavior since he had never acted like that towards her. He continued to alternatively swat her thighs and her ass, enjoying every second he could spend making her feel the sting of his slaps.
“Am I making myself clear to you, sweetheart?” he growled, glaring at her through the glass bounded by his metal frames.
He withdrew one of his hands from her ass until he reached between them, reaching down towards her legs. His lips curled into a smirk when he smacked her hard between her legs, enjoyed hearing her gasp.
Jonathan noticed the sudden change in her body language and the way her eyes widened as he crossed the line.
Her eyes were a bit strung out, and before she could respond, he reached behind her and grabbed her ass with his fingers, digging into her raw skin with his fingertips which made her thighs quiver in response while whimpering. 
He knew he was getting to her, and he was enjoying it. A part of him could never see himself taking this far, but he couldn’t stop himself now.
He looked at her with a slight maniac grin and continued to slap the inside of her thigh, then he reached for the thin fabric of her panties, curling his fingers into the underwear before pulling it aside until her cunt was exposed as he gave her another slap. He mentally noted a slick sensation that came from her cunt.
“Enjoying this, sweetheart?” he said condescendingly, his voice growing lower and more deeply with each word.
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starry-bi-sky · 4 months
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Clone^2 Damian
If you really think about, Damian's situation in the clone^2 au is... kinda tragic? Especially in the early months of his arrival. Like,,, think about it. Damian has always known he was a clone of Damian Wayne, that he was a copy of the blood son. There was nothing 'original' about him, not even his name (of which at least Danny has that). He was just... a replacement. A disposable one, to boot.
And he knew that, to an extent, by the time he was six years old. he might not have been actively acknowledging it -- he's six years old -- but deep down he knew. And like, he's six years old. Every small child craves the love and affection of an adult, especially their parents, and even though he knew he was clone, I imagine he still considered - and still does consider, somewhat - Talia and Bruce as his mother and father. And I really doubt he was... getting it?
Now, I know Talia loves Damian, her son. At least in some interpretations she does, and in this au she does. But... a clone of her son? I'm not so certain if she would have the same affection for baby Dames as she would for Damian. I don't think she would treat him badly, but I don't think Talia would treat him warmly either. Kinda just, distant. Colder than she would have been with OG Damian.
And, I know I've mentioned Damian's arrival from Danny's point of view, and its kind of comical kind of insane from his perspective -- a little boy clone of Damian Wayne falls through a portal and immediately attacks him. That sounds like a bad joke.
But, if you think of this from Damian's point of view? It's like he just got dropped into a scary movie. Like, think about it. You're six years old, and suddenly a portal, as green and as swirling as your grandfather's pools, opens up beneath your feet and sucks you through.
After an intense bout of vertigo, you end up in a massive, urban city -- completely different from the rural mountain palace that you lived in for the last six years of your life, and in this city, you don't know any of the language. You don't know what anyone is saying, you can't read any of the signs - you are completely stranded, away from home.
And then, to make things worse, you're facing a figure with a terrifying mask and eyes as burning green as the portal you fell through. Of course Damian's first instinct, six years old, is to attack. He's terrified.
And this figure, he's not a good fighter, but he's fast, and he dodges you quickly. He grabs your sword with his hands, and tries to restrain you, saying something in a language you don't know. Naturally, Damian is just scared. He's six! He'd just be learning how to read if he was normal child going to school.
This figure halfway through the fight yanks off his mask -- he realizes you're scared -- and looking at you now, is a youthful version of your father. This is a clone of your dad, someone you have never met but, six years old, still wants to. Damian gets defensive. This is an imposter.
But this imposter eventually gets you home with him - and he's using his little box, his phone, to communicate with you through a mechanical voice speaking in arabic. and it's frustrating. The boy, the imposter, can say whatever to you just fine, but trying to talk back is a hassle and a half. He's six, he doesn't have that much patience.
He wants to go home.
And so he keeps trying to run away. He keeps trying to find out of this hellish concrete jungle, and he keeps getting lost. It's loud, and busy, and there are people talking to you and you don't understand them, and there are rules and signs you don't understand - Damian tries to cross the street and nearly gets hit by a car. He doesn't know how the road signs work, he was never taught. They didn't get to that.
And he gets lost. And it gets dark, and Damian is brave, but he is six, and this is the worst stress he's been under in all his six years of life. He wants, desperately more than anything, to go home. Why wouldn't he? The only stable... semi-stable environment he was in just got ripped out from under his feet, literally! He wants his mother.
And it's not happening.
But there's something good to be said, at least. The imposter that looks like his father always comes and finds him, no matter what. He could have left that morning, and he will find Damian at midnight, frazzled and worried, and carrying an extra jacket with him because it is cold in Amity Park and Damian is six years old.
And sometimes Damian attacks him - he's scared and stressed and he doesn't want to be here. And every time he catches the sword. Even though Damian can see it cut into his hand and pearls of blood well up and stains his fingers. Even though Damian can see him wince in pain and bite his lip, he still catches it.
But with that little box, he coaxes Damian to come back with him. It's cold, it's dark, Amity Park is unsafe at night. They can figure something out tomorrow, please. And every time, he agrees, reluctantly. And the imposter takes the extra jacket he brought with -- a flannel, a hoodie, a jacket -- and he wraps it around him. It's warm, Damian's clothes are not that thick, and even though he thinks he might hate this imposter, he still sticks close to his legs as he leads him down the street.
And sometimes the imposter carries him, because Damian's shoes are not that thick, and he cuts his foot on broken glass while they're walking home. The imposter sits in the bathroom with him and carefully cleans the cut out, and makes sure it doesn't get infected.
There's hope you know, he still has it. His mother will be looking for him. She'll be worried. He's important to them. Damian may not be the original, but he is still a blood son. He is still her son. She will come find him. This nightmare will end soon. He can go home.
And then weeks pass, and nothing. Then months, and nothing. His family is not coming for him, and it hurts. Hurts more than anything. And yet while that happens, the boy he's attacked, and hurt, teaches himself arabic in order to speak to him. He takes Damian out of the house one afternoon and buys him new clothes, or tries to. And then he keeps buying him new clothes. He gives him blankets and gives up his bed to him until they can get him one himself, and steadily he teaches Damian english.
This boy is kind. Kinder than Damian's ever experienced, and he doesn't know what to do with it. He's devastated by the fact that he is not as important to his family as his family is to him. What do you do when you're six years old and you learn something like that? When a random stranger who looks like your father is kinder to you, and cares more about you than your family did?
And then Damian tells him he's a clone. He's Damian Wayne's clone, and he tells him his purpose - that their grandfather made him to kill him. And the boy, the imposter, Damian thinks he probably already knows that he's a clone. But he doesn't say that. He just nods, and asks him if he wants to tell his original about him.
Damian says no. He doesn't want to. He's tired of living in the shadow of his original. He wants to keep this to himself. This is his. For once, all of this is his.
And to his surprise, the imposter doesn't try and convince him otherwise. He just nods, and says okay. And when Damian asks why, the imposter - his brother - looks at him and says.
"I don't care about Damian Wayne. I care about you." And in Damian's gobsmacked silence, his brother continues. He tells him that if Damian doesn't want to tell his original that he exists, then they don't need to. They don't need to worry about the LoA going after him, because clearly if his 'grandfather' needs to make a clone of Damian in order to take him out, then whatever it was that Damian Wayne was doing to keep himself safe, was working.
"Wayne already has people in his corner, he's got Gotham's army of vigilantes to keep himself safe." his brother says with his eyes as blue as moonlight. "You, however. Do not." And he continues, and says that if Damian Wayne has the same training as Damian does, then he will be fine. He doesn't need to be aware of his clone. Because if DW doesn't know about Damian, then the LoA doesn't either.
And here's the thing. Damian would not have survived in the LoA for long. Not as a clone. No matter what, he was going to die no matter what he did, and sooner rather than later. The sword of Damocles was always hanging above his head in the League of Assassins.
That portal, and meeting Danny, saved his life. There's no way around it. And to an extent Damian knows this even at six years old. He may not be aware that he would've died, but he knows that meeting Danny was the best thing to happen to him.
It's no wonder after that, that Damian is as clingy to Danny as he is. Danny is the first person he's met to offer him unconditional love, with no strings attached, only pure affection.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dpdc#dpxdc crossover#clone^2#like god can you imagine how scared he must've been? how afraid? he just wants his mom - only to realize he doesnt even matter to her#dpxdc au#danny fenton is not the ghost king#this poor kid man. no wonder he latched onto danny the moment he gave up on the league like a leech. he's a six year old kid man and#it doesnt matter how smart he is or how mature he acts. he still is six years old. he still needs that validation and affection from adults#or from people older than him. and his emotional needs were just not being met in the league.#cue the song “two” from sleeping at last - some of their songs are very clone^2 honestly.#'sweetheart you look a little tired. when did you last eat? come in and make yourself right at home. stay as long as you need.'#'tell me is something wrong? if something's wrong you can count on me'#'its okay if you can't find the words. let me take your coat and this weight off of your shoulders'#'like a force to be reckoned with. am i the ocean or a gentle kiss. i will love you with every single thing i have'#'like a tidal wave i'll make a mess. or calm waters if that serves you best'#'i will love you without any strings attached'#like just. just *imagine* being in damian's shoes during all of this. he's *six* you guys. i've worked with six year olds and they're#pretty independent but they're still six. they get excited when they see their parents and they get upset when an adult is angry with them.#they're still developing their motor skills. they're still developing everything else!
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issdisgrace · 7 months
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I'd love to request, jason x male reader, who has a prosthetic arm and leg, you can decide. And the reader meeting the Wayne family for the first time, and Bruce being a bit judgy. Maybe Bruce even asking Jason in Private if he's sure the reader is the right person
I hope you're comfortable writing this :)
YOU SURE ABOUT THIS
WARNINGS: None unless you count swearing.
A/N: Y/n just has a prosthetic arm. Also when i was writing i wrote this with Bucky Barnes in my mind.
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I look over at Y/n as I park in front of the manor.
“Are you sure about this? We can go home and order takeout.”
“I can do this, Jason. I need to, they are your family.”
“You don’t need to do anything that you don’t feel comfortable with.”
“If I didn’t step out of my comfort zone, then I wouldn’t be here with you right now. So let’s get this show on the road.”
“Ok and remember we can leave at anytime.”
“I’ll be fine Jason and stop worrying so much, it will give you wrinkles.” Y/n days before giving me a quick kiss on the lips before getting out of the car. I sigh to myself before getting out as well. He’s right. He’s always right. Can’t he ever be wrong? I reach out for his hand and gently lead him up the steps of the manor. As I got to knock on the door, it opens and revealing Alfred.
“Master Jason and you must be Master Y/n pleasure to meet you. I’m Alfred Pennyworth, the butler. Please do come in.” Alfred says, stepping to the side to let us in. Walking in the warmth of the manor is comforting, like always, especially on cooler evenings like this.
“Pleasure to meet you to Alfred. I’ve heard a lot about you from Jason.” 
“All good, I hope,” Alfred says as he closes the door.
“Very much. I heard that you are an excellent cook.”
“And baker. He makes a mean snickerdoodle.” I add.
“You always know how to falter me, Master Jason. Anyway, your father and brothers are in the living room. I must get back to the kitchen to make sure nothing burned.”
“Alright, thanks Alfred.” I watch as Alfred walks down the hall and when he’s out of earshot, I ask.
“You good.” Y/n grabs my face with his hands.
“I’m good Jason.” He says before giving me a kiss.
“Ok.” I say as I pull away.
“Now, how about you introduce me to your family?”
“Alright, it’s just this way.” I say as I start to lead him towards the livingroom. I notice the way he looks around. It’s in admiration.
“This place is very beautiful.”
“I guess.” I say, leading them into the livingroom.
“Jason, my son. It’s good to see you,” Bruce says, getting up from his armchair.
“Good to see you too, old man. This is Y/n, Y/n this is Bruce.”
“Nice to meet you, Bruce.” Y/n says, reaching out to shake his hand. Bruce shakes his hand and I can see the way his eyes flicker to Y/n’s prosthetic arm. We take a seat on the empty couch and I silently pray to the gods he doesn’t say anything as my brothers introduce themselves. Of course, the last one is Tim.
“Tim and that a nice piece of metal you got there.” I try to contain myself, feeling the urge to strangle him.
“Yeah, a friend of mine made it for me shortly after I lost my arm. And I’ve been rocking with it sense then.”
“Cool, does it function?”
“It does see,” Y/n says, showing how the arm and hand can move around.
“Thats neat. How do that?”
“I have a plate built into my shoulder that my arm attaches too and that is hooked up to my brain and that’s how I control it.”
“Damn that pretty high tech.” Tim says.
“It is, Drake. May I ask how you lost your arm?” Damian asks surprisingly kindly. Hmm, that is weird. I look over at Y/n and take his hand, giving him a gently squeeze. 
“I lost it during my time as a P.O.W..”
“Thank you for your service.” Dick is quick to say with a smile. I sigh to myself, finally relaxing, Its was nice to see Dick
being Dick. I just hope short stack and Bruce don’t say anything insensitive. 
“It was my honor to serve.” Y/n days.
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This whole thing definitely went better than I suspected. I smile to myself as watch as Dick practically pulls Y/n out of the dining room behind him, wanting to show him around the manor. Tim and Damian following behind them. As I go to join them, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I brush the hand off and turn around to look at Bruce. 
“I know this isn’t my place, but are you sure about them? Are you sure they’re the one?” He asks. When he asks that I see fucking red.
“Why? You think they're damaged goods because they lost one of their arms. Well listen here, old man, I love them and I will marry them one day. So keep your shit opinion to yourself and go fuck yourself.” I say making sure my anger was on full display. I then turn around and leave the dining room to go find where my brothers dragged my boyfriend off to.
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EXTRA:
“Master Bruce, that was very out of line of you.”
“I just want to make sure he’s making the right decision.”
“He is an adult. He can make his own decisions and, remember don’t judge a book by its cover, Master Bruce. I raised you better.”
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somewherefornow · 1 month
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BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN & SELINA KYLE/CATWOMAN in BRUCE WAYNE: THE ROAD HOME: CATWOMAN
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big-gay-apocalypse · 1 year
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// Batman: Bruce Wayne - The Road Home
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fancyfade · 2 years
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read the entire bruce wayne the road home
bruce’s internal monologue was so self centered for the most of the time and of course for the nicieza issues it was like “dick is doing everything right but he’s not good enough for reasons. anyway time to explain why tim is the best” like u should be banned from writing your blorbo or characters around him dude
steph calling out batman’s unfair treatment of her was satisfying.
no cass :c
marc andreyko’s take on bruce and babs’ dynamic is so boring like he literally does not get the point of oracle or babs.
the best part IMO was bruce and vicki’s resolution at the end and dick and damian’s bantering in the beginning. i do love that vicki just burned her notes at the end (and bruce confirmed who he was for her. like she knew but at least this way he wasn’t condescending her) and accepted it so that means tim faked a serious injury for NOTHING iconic lol i hope everyone made fun of him for this for the next few months
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nylpad · 1 month
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BETRAYAL
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Warnings: Healing process, Emotional turmoil, Cheating, Relationship dynamics
In the heart of Gotham, a city that never truly sleeps, the Wayne Manor stood silent, its usual vibrant life dimmed by a shroud of betrayal and sorrow. Here begins a tale of a family torn apart, a story of love lost and the quest for redemption.
For twelve years, you were the cornerstone of the Wayne family. As the Batmom, you provided love and warmth to a home that was often too caught up in the night. But the discovery of Damian, Bruce's son with Talia al Ghul, was a secret too heavy for your heart to bear. The revelation shattered the trust and the life you had built with Bruce.
Your departure left a void in Wayne Manor that no amount of wealth or comfort could fill. The Batkids, Dick, Jason, Tim, and even young Damian, felt the sting of abandonment. They couldn't fathom how Bruce, their father and mentor, could have been so reckless, so careless with the most precious part of their lives—you.
Without your guiding hand, the Manor descended into chaos. Alfred, the faithful butler, watched helplessly as the family he served with unwavering loyalty crumbled. The dinners went unattended, the laughter ceased, and the unity once shared was now just a memory.
Bruce was left to face the consequences of his actions. The Batcave, once a sanctuary, now echoed with the haunting realization of his mistake. He had fought so hard against the villains of Gotham, only to become the villain in his own home.
The road to healing was long and arduous. Bruce knew he had to make amends, not as the Batman, but as a father and a husband. The Batkids, each dealing with their own sense of betrayal, slowly began to understand the complex man that was their father.
It took time, but eventually, Bruce began to mend the bonds he had broken. He reached out to you, not to ask for a return, but to offer a heartfelt apology, to show that he understood the depth of pain he had caused.
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Hello, love your blog. What are your thoughts about Yandere Batfam with an civilian s/o who’s very optimistic and sweet?
[Oh hell yes. ]
Batman/Bruce Wayne:
The play boy billionaire doesn't try to interfere with your life all to much. He does occasionally, "check in" with you when he's Batman. Watching you get home from getting groceries when on patrol so no one is suspicious.
But you notice.
"Hi Batman," you say with a smile. Watching the superhero/vigilante eyes widen from the dark shadows of Gotham. Rummaging through one of your bags, pulling out a box of store bought cupcakes.
"Thanks, for looking after me and all!" You say politely, nodding at him as he cautiously takes the dessert. His mind barking at him.
You noticed him.
His efforts.
You shouldn't have.
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Nightwing/Dick Grayson:
The eldest of former Robin's would easily spot you from the crowd of pedestrians. Often showing off when a villian approaches and beating them to a pulp when they ruined your normal schedule.
Nightwing would talk to you without the mask frequently. Wanting you to love him for him, without the black and blue costume. Bringing out all his charm and some that Bruce taught him. Sure your friends and all, but he wants, no, expects more.
"Hey~!"
"Hiya Dick!" You greet him warmly, your cup of coffee burning your hands as you wait for the train. "I didn't know you would be taking the train today?"
"Yeah, cars in the shop." He said with a bashful grin. You scoff, but laugh at him. "Isn't it always?" You say with a eye roll, sipping your coffee as Dick scoots closer to you.
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Red Hood/Jason Todd:
Jason was one for romance, but in stories. Color him suprised when he met you. To him, you make him belive there's hope for normalcy in his odd life. He wants to protect you from the blood and screaming in the streets of Gotham. Knowing that this city will chew you up and make you someone you wish you weren't.
Sure, he's not the hero-ing type, not much, anymore. But he'd rather kill villains and even innocent people to make sure your safe.
"WOW, that looks ruff buddy. You doin' okay?"
You ask Jason, noticing the splotches of red coloring his clothes. A simple book in his hand as he chuckles. "I'm good, don't worry. Fell on some paint earlier in the day."
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Red Robin/Time Drake:
The Red Robin has you on his phone page, laptop, whatever device, has you on it. Definitely the creepy shy guy next door kinda vibe. In his normal attire, he's vying for your attention whenever he has a chance. As Red Robin, he flaunts himself like Dick and Jason. Only of you are around.
"Hmh?" You hear the shutter of clicks from above, looking up from the street road. You see a black mask and white dots stare down at you. You raise a hand and wave as more clicks follow after.
You shrug it off and continue your way. Knowing the boy wonder was probably taking photos of the streets for super hero purposes.
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Ronin/Damien Wayne:
Much like his father. He watches over you constantly and has started fights over you like Jason. To which your non-the-wiser. Damien is pretty much all of the batfam yandere tendencies, he did learn for them and it is inherented
"Damien, you and I know both know that was dumb." You mutter, Damien scoffs at you. "They dishonored you, they should've gotten a worser punishment." "You and your chivalry.."
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[Hope you like it!]
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