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roguestorm · 4 days

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thinking about how talia gave her baby up so that her father couldn't touch him and he would be safe. and thinking about an au where damian is raised by another family until his adopted parents are murdered by the league when he's ten so that he can be claimed as the al ghul heir. thinking about talia trying to keep him safe while also protecting him from the world she never wanted him to be part of -- teaching him the skills he needs to survive necessarily means sacrificing part of his innocence.

also, thinking about who damian would be if he were raised by more normal parents. i think he'd still be very intense and very intelligent, and i think you can keep the love of animals and the interest in art. if you want the snobby entitlement, you can sort of make it the entitlement of being a rich kid as opposed to being raised by the league? like keep the "i can speak five languages and i had the best tutors in the world" but the tutors were in like tennis instead of knife-fighting.

and i think having his parents murdered by the league is a nice way of giving him some of the tragedy necessary for batman characters and providing him with a source of anger towards talia (or bruce, if you want) because why didn't she do a better job of protecting them, how could she let this happen to them? and if they were murdered to get to him, you can throw in a level of guilt there.

you do lose some of the core of what makes damian interesting, which is his blood-soaked past that he is an undeniable victim of but also that he feels like he has to atone for. but that's inevitable if the basic premise of the au is "what if damian wasn't raised by the league?"

#m.txt #batfam blogging #ch: heir to the mantle #talia al ghul #damian wayne #was thinking about an unrelated jason centric au concept #but i don't like jason's canonical post-death backstory (lost days booooo) so i was trying to come up with a new backstory #and was thinking about talia and how to navigate the extreme differences between her different versions #and started thinking about this au.#unsure if i want to combine this au with the jason au bc that's like. double au which ruins the effect of the jason au #but anyway! interesting to think about what makes a character a character. as always.

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hellishere7980 · 13 days

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Whatever It Takes (CH-2)

Dear Damian, Normally I would write a letter in Arabic, but I thought since you're gonna live here, you might as well get used to the language. I know this was abrupt to you. But this is the first opening me and Mother could get. Sorry, Mother and I could get. English grammar rules are so wonky.

Both Bruce and Damian let out a soft laugh.

Anyway, back to the point. I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna say, “You did the same thing I'm doing right now. I can handle it.” And I'm not denying that, Damian. Just that you shouldn't have to do this. Shouldn't have to fight. You shouldn't have to kill. You shouldn't have to always watch behind your back. It's not right. And just the fact that it happened to me does not make it right for you. Here at Father’s you'll be able to learn new things. Enjoy life. Make friends. Meet your other siblings and our Father.

Please give them a chance. You don't know if you like something if you never try it. Stay safe. And be happy. Don't think this is goodbye, I will come visit. Mother and I love you. With all we have.

Your sister And the bane of your existence, Mariam.

Thankfully, Damien was too tired after the day's proceedings and went down for sleep without much fuss. After making sure he was comfortable in the guest bedroom, Bruce went back down to the Cave where the DNA showed 92% completed. Seeing him, Tim, Dick and Alfred came and gathered around.

“Well, Master Bruce?”

“He is sleeping for now. The kid had a dagger, but I left it with him because he looked too–”

“Vulnerable.” Tim said.

“Yeah, that.” Bruce said, giving them a tired smile. “I was thinkin–”

The batcomputer chimed. As all of them whipped around they saw displayed on the screen in bold letters. Almost mocking them-

Test #27

Subject: Damian Al-Ghul Wayne

Biological matches: Bruce Thomas Wayne (Parental) Talia Al-Ghul (Parental) Ra’s Al-Ghul (Grand Parental) Test subject #28 (Complete Fraternal)

“Well damn” Dick said. “I suppose it was to be expected, honestly.”

Bruce sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I suppose it is pointless to open up the second test result.”

“Better safe than sorry.” Tim said, clacking on the keyboard. “Here we go.” with his words, the screen changed.

Test #28

Subject: Mariam

Biological matches: Bruce Thomas Wayne (Parental) Talia Al-Ghul (Parental) Ra’s Al-Ghul (Grand Parental) Damian Al-Ghul Wayne (Complete Fraternal)

“I didn't enter her complete name because she never really said it out loud, but do you want me to, like, input it in as Al-Ghul Wayne?” Tim asked, spinning around on the batchair.

“Yeah.” Bruce said. Turning to Alfred, he continued, “What do I do, Alfred?”

“Though it may take some time, Master Bruce, I believe a solution will present itself. Worrying about when will only cause additional stress. I suggest you focus on Master Damian. You do have a lot of years to make up for.”

“I don't even know how old the kid is!” Bruce groaned. “I’ll turn In for the night. I'll deal with this tomorrow morning.”

“Excellent idea, Master Bruce. After all, a good rest makes our minds work better. Don't they Master Tim?”

“Wha-What?” Tim asked, his eyes still glued to the screen pulling up Talia's file.

“Come on, Tim.” Dick said. He was slowly putting all the bat computer screens on Sleep Mode. “You already know all that there is to know about her.”

“Yeah, yeah. I'm looking through Justice League files, you know, in case someone updated something.”

“Come on, Tim.” Bruce said, making use of his ‘dad voice’ as put by Dick. “The files will still all be here in the morning. It's time you got some rest.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just a minute.” Tim said, his eyes scanning the screen.

“Nope.” Dick said as he picked him up. “Going to burrito wrap you in a blanket so you can't sneak into the Cave.”

“Nooooooo” Tim said dramatically as Dick put him over his shoulder and walked off.

Bruce waited until their steps receded before again turning to Alfred. “Do you think I'm ready for this?”

“Master Bruce, In quite a lot of cases, you have not been ready for something yet. You took it on beautifully. Some mistakes did happen, but, your imperfection is a part of you. I believe you'll know what to do with Damian and how to do it. You both are more similar than you think.”

#maribat #miraculous lb #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #alfred pennyworth #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanworks #hellishere7980 #damian and marinette #marinette dupain cheng

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lothirielswandc · 6 months

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WE ALL PRETEND TO BE THE HEROES ON THE GOOD SIDE [VILLAIN, Ch. I]

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— W A Y N E M A N O R —

The crescent moon was weak. The night’s soft smirk was useless against the shadows that slithered across the magnificent lawn. Blood-red skies were the only true light left; the death of the day.

Raven’s fingers trailed along the cool stone step. It was smooth; marble, not concrete. Knowing Alfred Pennyworth, the steps were probably clean enough to eat on, let alone sit on.

Warm gold light pooled across the steps as the doors creaked open. A shadow crept across the stone.

“Are you nervous?” the shadow asked. The voice was soft and deep. It’s usual demanding undertone was gone.

He sat down on the step beside her. Pine filled the air. Their knees brushed together. A small, delightful tremor ran through her body at the slightest touch.

His hand sought hers, quick to envelope it in warmth.

Raven shrugged, “A little, I suppose.”

“You have nothing to be afraid of.”

“You think I’m concerned for myself?” Raven met his emerald gaze. The green was darker in the dim light, its depths fathomless.

“I’ve met Constantine before,” he said.

Raven looked back at the dying sky. The blood was seeping away, fading to black. The birth of the night. Dread pooled in her stomach. Constantine had made his feelings clear before tonight.

‘He’s a menace! Everything that comes out of his mouth is an insult or a critique. He doesn't know the first thing about putting someone before himself.

‘I don't approve, love.’

His hand squeezing her made Raven look back.

“We don't have to do this if you don't want to,” he said.

Raven was shaking her head before he finished his sentence. “No. You’ve wanted to do this since we left. Besides, your mom is a part of your life.”

If Raven canceled, she feared that would send the wrong message. Looking cowardly wasn't her concern. Raven would not come between Talia al Ghul and her only son.

The heavy double doors opened once more. Alfred cleared his throat, “Master Wayne, Miss Roth, it's time.”

They stood as the butler added, “Last chance to run for the hills if need be.”

“Is that what you recommend, Alfred?” Raven smiled.

“I certainly would if I were you, Miss Roth.”

“Not funny, Pennyworth.” The stark utter beside Raven made Alfred chuckle.

They climbed the steps together. Light from inside chased the remnants of the night away. A hand stretched out towards Raven as she hesitated at the door.

“Ready to meet my parents?” Damian said.

Raven’s fingers slipped back into his, where they belonged. “As long as you can take mine.”

“Please. Zatanna’s infatuated with me,” Damian rolled his eyes.

“And King Shark still thinks you taste delicious,” she added.

“I prefer to keep that kind of commentary between us and no one else.”

They passed Alfred at the door and slipped inside. Raven didn't miss how the butler’s eyebrows were raised to his hairline.

Everyone had a baffled look on their faces recently. Raven always assumed it was because of her and her weirdness. Nowadays, she couldn't tell who the stare was meant for.

Damian’s hand held hers as they walked. The old-fashioned oil lamps along the walls filled the great entrance hall with warmth. Damian’s skin shone like bronze in the golden glow. He walked without the slightest hesitation; he didn't fear whatever the evening held.

“Depending on how the evening goes, I’ll tell them to do a closed casket,” Dick Grayson’s voice traveled across the parlor.

Dick stood at the bottom of the elegant staircase. Raven’s eyes started to travel down to Dick’s arm in a sling — she forced herself to look away. She focused on Koriand’r instead, who towered over Dick and everyone else. Kory’s great mane of curls shimmered like hungry flames as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

“I’m so happy for you! Meeting the parents is quite a show of intimacy, I’ve heard,” said Kory, clasping her hands together. Her tone made it sound like a compliment.

“Yeah, got that right,” Dick muttered. He shot what almost seemed like a questioning look at Damian.

Raven glanced at her shoes. She knew it was sudden. It had only been a week since they had returned from Europe. They stayed at Wayne Manor ever since.

In terms of gossip, a scandal probably lurked around the corner. But it was Batman’s family. As famous as they were, Bruce Wayne liked privacy. He kept to himself.

Catwoman was a different story.

“I’m truly joyful that you both have this,” Kory beamed at Raven and Damian. Her glowing green eyes settled on Raven, “and I’m happy we have more ties to one another. That we’ll always be connected…”

If we’re not connected by the Titans, Raven finished her sentence silently. Raven still hadn't forgotten the conversation Kory and Zatanna had in her head about whether the Titans were a good fit for Raven. Or, rather, if Raven was a good fit for them .

“You’ll have to tell me how tonight goes at our next double date!” Kory said. “Maybe we’ll get fondue…? I’ve heard mini-golf is a popular pastime!”

Dick stifled a laugh as Damian’s face froze with horror, “That sounds like a great idea, babe.”

Alfred cleared his throat. “Miss Roth? Your death awaits — ahem , excuse me. I have a toad in my throat. Your dinner party awaits.”

Damian glared at the butler.

“Thank you, Alfred,” Raven said. She resisted the urge for her lips to curve up and failed.

They followed Alfred down a gothic-style corridor. The scent of expensive wood polish and old-fashioned oil lamps simmered in the air.

Alfred slowed his pace, lingering at Raven’s unoccupied side. His voice dropped to a murmur, “If, by some particular matter, you must leave early tonight due to unforeseen difficulties, I have arranged a rope outside the far right window of the room, for a quick departure.”

“Pennyworth!”

“All in jest, little master, all in jest,” Alfred raised a gloved hand to cover his mouth from Damian’s sight and mouthed the words, no it's not .

“You know I can teleport, right?” said Raven.

“Yes. And Mr. Wayne is Batman. And I punched Superman in the face. We all have our talents, Miss Roth. But it’s best to have backup plans.” Alfred faced forward after that, resuming his quick pace ahead.

Raven glanced at Damian. He frowned at the butler’s back.

“You pay him enough, right?” she asked.

“I have my own townhouse in Paris,” Alfred said.

Damian sighed.

They reached the double doors to their doom — the dining room (Alfred’s commentary was wearing off on her). The butler paused at the entrance, casting one last pointed look at Raven.

“Open the door, Pennyworth,” Damian said.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Azarath Metrion Zinthos.”

“That's three, little master. Not one.”

It took all of Raven’s willpower not to laugh on the spot. She squeezed Damian’s hand, feeling his deep urge to not obey Alfred.

So stubborn . Raven turned away from Alfred. She leaned up on her toes and whispered in Damian’s ear, “You know I’ll still find you attractive if you're nice to him.”

The deep force of opposition emitted from him wavered, but it was still intact.

“I could show you how attractive I think you are…later,” her lips brushed against the bottom of his earlobe, “if you behave.”

“Please,” Damian blurted the word.

Raven sank back onto her heels. When she faced Alfred, he was staring at her like he had just witnessed divine interference.

“You truly are magical, Miss Roth.”

“I know.”

Alfred bowed his head. “I hope you survive. You’d make an interesting addition to this family.”

He turned away and threw the double doors open wide.

Dining room was a modest description. Dining hall fit better. A long table was stretched beneath a massive map of Gotham on the high ceilings. Long enough to house all of the children Bruce Wayne had adopted.

Three were already seated at the table.

Raven let Damian lead as she took them in. Bruce and Selina Kyle sat side by side along the edge. Selina’s gaze trickled down Raven. It always lingered at the gem embedded to her forehead, which Raven tried to hide lately with bangs. Her eyes sliced across the rest of her, as if preparing quips critiquing her fashion choice and goth tendencies.

Raven’s eyes shifted to the head of the table, where an even more penetrating stare cut across the room.

“My son,” Talia al Ghul rose like the night seeping up to embrace the moon. She moved across the room swifter than a light breeze towards Damian.

Raven stood awkwardly to the side as Talia enveloped him in a warm embrace. She stared over his shoulder at Raven.

“Hi,” Raven said.

Talia parted from Damian and stood before her. Gorgeous didn't begin to do her justice. Models would’ve felt self-conscious in Talia’s wake, dressed in a green gown perfect for a red carpet appearance. Familiar bronze skin shone beneath the chandelier, completely scarless. The Lazarus Pit’s work, no doubt.

“So,” Talia’s eyes, a shade of green Raven knew well, seared into her. “You’re the demon girl.”

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sardonic-sprite · 1 year

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Update

Sooo hopefully y'all have seen ch 3 of 20th Annual yada yada Egg Hunt, which begged people to come stop by here to see what is up. Basically, i just decided im gonna try something new, which I think some other writer pals do? Anyway, my plan is to basically write a month in advance. This would mean that whatever I write in April gets saved and posted gradually throughout May, May writing gets spread through June, etc. Im thinking this will help not make you guys wait as long for new content, not make me wait as long for the sweet, sweet dopamine boosts of comments and kudos, and also let me feel freer to bounce between many ideas over the course of the month as my inspiration/attention waxes and wanes.

That being said, it means essentially no new stuff posted during April so I can stock up for May. The one exception for this is naturally my easter fic bc TIMING.

Anyhow, that brings me to tumblrs favorite craze, POLL. Since I've made it a THING to do holidays, please inform me which Mother's Day concept you'd most like to see:

I don't usually get tons of poll responses which may simoly be lack of tumblr/ao3 overlap, so if yiu can't vote as a guest, drop a comment on Second Sunday of May please!

#sprite's plan #new model for publishing lmao #also #poll #mothers day fic #incoming

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writing-for-the-hell-of-it · 2 years

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his angel in disguise ch 2

Come along see how y/n and Damian end up together In a bad place the doctor assassin y/n and killer assassin Vigilante Damian

"22 year old Damian stood all alone with the justice league tied up about the fight Slade Wilson as the battle gaged who is worried no one to back him up until she drops down she was there shadow he watched as spade jumped and she blocked as the entered a intense battle not knowing if they'd come out victorious"

See them grow and get through hard times watch him fall for her and her fall for him

character list ch 1 ch 3 ch 4

DISCLAIMER: I do not own dc or any other character In this unless started otherwise all dc character are from the Warner bros

⚠️WARNING⚠️ Blood cussing fighting some spicy seen no full on smut

6:30 august 13 2020

It was 630 Damien led me up to the roof of the assassin base it was a beautiful sight to see my favorite filter laid out on a picnic blanket with lights strung up the hot tub heated and candles the sun was setting as he smiled at me and said happy birthday it was amazing you were awestruck

Y/n pov

I look around at the beautiful fairy lights and amazing sunset Damien led me to the picnic blanket we sat down and watch the sunset as we ate when we changed in to are swimsuits and we were in the hot tub

Damian said he needed to talk to me about something I figured it was a long mission coming up or something I've had a crush on him for the last past year we've been best friends for a very long time and it shocked me that he reciprocated this feelings when he asked me out I said yes and then I heard a finally from behind me

we turned around to see Talia and Salina smiling "𝕘𝕠 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪"Damien says "𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕡 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖" I ask confused "𝕨𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘" Slena says with an Eye roll " 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕒𝕕 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨" suddenly we all got quiet "𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖" I said about to walk away "𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕘𝕠" Damian said "𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕡𝕝𝕦𝕤 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝟚𝟘 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕖" I can see Damien's annoyed face of the fact that all he got was yeah I'll be your girlfriend and nothing else and it was hilarious I went down to my room after convincing ra Al gaul to let me out of having to go to training set up my DVD player pulled out a movie changed and some comfy clothes and knocked out smiling at the incidents of last night he loves me he really loves me

5:00 may 14 2022

(Fun fact I did some diving and Ra's Al ghul was cannon killed on may 13th so ya) Two years of dating damiana and here was

You on his chest crying after he just lost his grandfather he was leaving the base talia had decided for his own safety that he would leave to stay with his dad he had a tight grip on my hips I was staying behind with talia to help rebuild the base we were going to get revenge for Ra's Al ghul even if it meant killing your dad thankfully no one in the upper ranks blamed you for your dad's actions but you still know some of the lower ranked thought you should pay for your dad's crimes after all a crime against the Al ghul was like a death sentence in the assassin base which is also why no one dare attack me but it also why they want to attack me a lot of the upper ranks see me as Damian's betroth but we're not engaged Ra's Al ghul did hung at it alot and talia loved joking about it but me and Damian never talked about it it was scary to think Damian was going to Gotham like ya he can take care of himself I know that but joker is crazy and if someone were to tip him off abut Damian being an Al ghul he would stop at nothing to kill him fucking crazy bitch would kill any one for no reason plus there and many assassin in Gotham and there will be no assassins to protect him I was pulled out of thought by a knock ok the door "𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟" Damian says talia walked in "𝕚𝕗 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕪/𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘" "𝕪𝕒 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕓𝕪𝕖" "𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕨𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝟚𝟘 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕜" "𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕥" Damian say's talia walked out and I went to get up Damian pulled me back down "𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝟚𝟘 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕥'𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝" "𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕦𝕡" "𝕟𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪" "𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕦𝕡" I struggle for a moment before I finally get out "𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕" "𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕖𝕥'𝕤 𝕘𝕠" I said going to grab my bag "𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘" me and Damian graves are bagels and headed for the river to the boat

#damian al ghul x reader #damian wayne al ghul #damian al ghul #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #red robin #robin #batman #talia al ghul

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knit-wear-it · 2 years

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A Sneaky Peak

♦️♦️The Rabbit Hole, Ch 11 ♦️♦️

Jonathan —

Crane watched from the observation room as Pamela reached out to Julian Day, but did not touch him. Her eyes were closed like she was focusing hard.

He glanced at Strange, who had arrived just as they were planning the experiment. Strange had been giddy at the prospect of exploring Pamela’s powers again. Whether he had noticed how distraught she was, Jonathan couldn’t be sure.

The door to the observation room opened and a woman Jonathan didn’t recognise stepped inside, projecting a sense of authority and entitlement that made his eyes narrow. She had curling auburn hair that fell to her shoulders and a doll-like face, with large eyes and full lips. She wore a long, expensive-looking camel-coloured coat with a green scarf draped around her neck, a large gold brooch pinned to her lapel.

“Ah, Ms Al Ghul,” Strange greeted her, sounding pleased. “So good of you to join us.”

Crane looked between the woman and Strange sharply.

“Al Ghul?” He demanded.

“Do not be so surprised, Dr Crane,” Talia al Ghul drawled, shooting him an amused smirk. “How do you think you were able to find the Blue Poppy again?”

Crane pressed his lips together, a sense of foreboding sweeping through him as Talia al Ghul stepped up to the observation room’s viewing window, folding her arms as she watched Pamela through the glass.

Before he could complain about being left in the dark, Pamela started to pant unevenly, and Jonathan’s eyes darted toward her. Her brow was furrowed in half a grimace, her shoulders heaving like she was struggling or in pain.

“What’s happening to her?” He demanded.

No one answered. Strange was watching passively, his eyebrows raised with interest while Talia had drawn so close to the glass she was nearly pressed against it. Rosa and three orderlies were in the room too, all of them staring at Pamela through the observation window, enthralled.

Pamela still hadn’t touched Day, but he was struggling hard against his restraints, the heart monitor beeping wildly. Her outstretched hand began to tremble, her cheeks turning red as she screwed up her face and cried out like she was in pain, just as she had in the greenhouse.

Crane shoved Strange aside and fumbled for the button to activate the microphone.

“Pamela,” he croaked. “Are you alright? What’s happening?”

“Evolution can be painful, Dr Crane,” Talia breathed, gazing Pamela through the glass.

Crane shot her a bewildered look before turning to Strange, who stroked his goatee thoughtfully as Day’s heart rate crept higher and higher, dangerously elevated.

Deciding it had gone far enough, Jonathan started for the observation room’s door, but he stopped short when Pamela’s eyes flew open.

Her eyes were almost feverish as they darted around exam room No 3 like she’d never seen it before. She turned her attention back to Julian Day, and one corner of her mouth curved up as she closed her outstretched hand into a fist.

Day began convulsing in his chair—not just struggling, but experiencing a full Tonic-Clonic seizure while Pamela stared at him with wild, excited eyes, her smile growing wider.

He stopped moving all at once, the heartbeat monitor flatlining into a long whine as his heart gave out.

She’d killed him, Crane realized.

She’d killed him without touching him.

Before he could find words to voice his concern, Pamela’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she slumped bonelessly in her chair, unconscious.

Talia al Ghul slapped her hands over her ears and let out a horrible scream. Rosa and the two orderlies joined in, their faces contorting as they wailed like a chorus of harpies, making Crane’s ears ring.

He looked to Strange, who was watching it all unfold with an academic curiosity rather than the alarm Crane felt the situation called for.

The screaming stopped, and Talia, Rosa and the orderlies bolted out of the room in unison, scrambling to get into Exam Room No 3 where Pamela was slumped in her chair with Day dead across from her.

They crowded around her, kneeling at her feet and their faces in her arms, her hands, her legs, her lap. Rosa was sobbing, and Talia al Ghul stroked her face.

Jonathan watched it all unfold with a sense of growing horror. He didn’t understand it yet, and he didn’t know what it meant, but he knew to be horrified all the same.

“Well,” Strange observed jauntily. “That was quite.”

Disclaimer: I’m not saying there’s an update this weekend but I’m not saying there’s not an update either. I edited this opening scene today after reading @squooshybrainmeats comment (god love ya, my dude) and I really enjoy this scene so here you go. 🥰

#the rabbit hole #the harlequin #jonathan crane #pamela isley #poison ivy #the dark knight #fanfiction

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dailygothamgirls · 3 years

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Prepare my swords.

#comicedit #dcedit #talia al ghul #ch: talia al ghul #artist: otto schmidt #type: comic edit #*mine

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sorrowmarked-a · 4 years

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the mermaid’s voice returns in this one || accepting

my story has never been your story. -- @hcllorhighwater ( selina & talia )

“Thank fucking God,” she said, Selina really hoped that wasn’t an insult because to not be Talia al Ghul was just fine by her. “I’m not sure why you think I need to hear this. I’m not the one who thinks just because we happened to sleep with the same man it magically means we have the same story. I also don’t assume I share anything in common with VIcki Vale, Silver St. Cloud, Zatanna Zatara, Wonder Woman --”

#hcllorhighwater #ch: talia al ghul #muse: selina kyle #selina vc: you have more money than god and i spent part of my childhood literally homeless #but like you couldn't pay me to be you

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chaseofjustice-blog · 7 years

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Complex priestess, come down, I've chased your name, I've sailed all through space to watch this... Come down, teach us the ropes, your concept, It keeps us provoked Now remove your veil and let me light you up...

#adrian x talia #v: i've chased your name though space #warfated #ch: talia al ghul #talia al ghul #adrian chase #/musinggggg #adrian:musing

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goodluckgotham-a · 5 years

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Talia al Ghul is gorgeous, but I wish I saw more content of her not so…I dunno. Unnaturally beautiful? Flawless. Never really unkempt. Never really tired. If she is unkempt she's seemingly gracefully unkempt. Like, aside from one thing, she's still somehow sublime. And it personally makes me uncomfortable.

I really want to see her with curly hair. I want her to look tired. I want her to have scars. I want to see more mundane and less elegant moments. I want to see her dirty and in more practical gear like Ana Amari. I want her to make morbid jokes about her assassin work because it helps her cope. And maybe talk about being uncomfortably okay with it by now. You know?

I write a lot of her myself, for myself. But I'm kinda curious who else might want in on that.

#talia al ghul #batman #ooc; general #ch; talia

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dcmultiverse · 4 years

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But perhaps in death.

#dcedit #dcauedit #dc #talia al ghul #dcladies #dcfilms #dcfilmblr #gothamroguesnet #ch: talia al ghul #a: batman bad blood #animated #gif #mine #by meri

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felicityollies · 7 years

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gif request meme: @blackcanarydinah asked: arrow + 4

favorite minor character(s)

#blackcanarydinah #arrowedit #dailydcheroes #queensarrow #dctvedit #mine #mine: gifs #arrow*#requested #tv: arrow #ch: donna smoak #ch: lyla michaels #ch: john constantine #ch: talia al ghul #ch: dinah drake #ch: rene ramirez #ch: nyssa al ghul #ch: rory regan #i couldn't decide

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hellishere7980 · 25 days

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Whatever It Takes (CH-1)

They were running. She gripped Damian’s hand tighter “Come on, Damian. You gotta run faster. I know it's hard, but–” She bit back an ear piercing scream as she ducked, Dragging her brother with her. A knife whizzed past their heads with couple of arrows. They both ran and ran till they finally spotted a boat in which Mariam jumped, her brother following her. And soon enough, the boat took off before their persuaders could reach them.

“What was that about?” Damian Said his eyes blown wide open. “We are supposed to be on their side, ukhti.”

“I know, I know.” Mariam replied, her chest heaving. “There's just a place we've got to get to.”

“Where?”

“Somewhere safe.”

“But where?”

Merriam sighed. “Damian there's no beating around the bush for this one. Mother and I feel that the league is getting too dangerous for you.”

“TOO DANGEROUS?!” Damian’s voice pierced through the calm night.

“Hush.” Mariam said, shushing him.

“NO! No, hush.” Damian said, looking up at his sister. “It's NOT dangerous. I did the same stuff as you did!”

“Yes, and none of us want that for you. Damian–” Her voice broke, “The way I've grown up, the way you are growing up is not a way for any child to be brought up. That's not how it's supposed to be.”

“The WORLD is not what it's supposed to be.” Damian said, throwing his hands up.

“I know, but still everyone tries to make it into what it is supposed to be, don't they? This is our way of fixing it.” Mariam said, bending down to his level.

“Grandfather will come after us.” Damian said, looking intently into his sister's eyes.

“And mother and I will deal with it. You don't need to concern yourself with that anymore. You will get the chance to be a normal kid. As normal as it is possible.”

“You're going leave me alone, aren't you? Looks like you finally realized I'm not worth it.”

“NEVER SAY THAT.” Mariam said, pulling her brother into a hug. “We both love you very much.”

“Apparently not enough.”

Mariam pulled herself from him and loved him intently in the eyes. “Listen up, Damian. You are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. And you know what they say? If you really love someone, you got to let them go.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing. We're almost here.”

“Where are we exactly?”

“Gotham City.”

Damian pulled a deep breath in. “We're meeting Father?”

“Yes.” Mariam replied, pulling her brother along, keeping a sharp lookout for anyone who might have noticed their small boat docking on the harbour. The fact that he was going to meet his father was enough for Damian to stay quiet. They soon found a spare motorcycle which Talia had arranged for them.

“I should drive.” Damian said, looking the bike over. It wasn't exactly a brand new model, but it wasn't outdated either.

“Yeah, right.” Mariam said, snorting. “You and your little 4.ft’ frame will be able to handle my 5.ft 5’’.”

“You always said size wasn't a true judge of strength.” Damian said, gripping the handle.

“No Damian, we are not getting pulled over by the police. This is supposed to be done discreetly.

“Very well.” Damian said as he resigned himself to his fate.

Mariam smiled at him and got on to the bike, motioning him to grab her waist. And after that they were weaving through the traffic, heading for Wayne Manor. After 15 minutes they could see the twinkling lights of the huge estate and Mariam made a sharp turn, Entering one of the secret passageways to the infamous Batcave. Damian was thoroughly enjoying himself, unaware of the tension in his sister's body. Soon, they rolled into the parking area of the Bat Cave, and slowly got off with their hands in the air as all the bats in the Batcave stood with their weapons drawn, their masks covered, their eyes glaring the pair.

As Mariam dismounted the bike, she pushed Damian forward and said in a clear voice, her eyes contacting Batman's White lenses. “This is Damian Al-Ghul Wayne. Son of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al-Ghul.”

All the people in the bat cave sucked a deep breath in. Their shock clear even through their masks.

“He means no harm.” Mariam continued. “This is the first chance we have got to free him from the league. He has no blood on his hands. Me and Talia wish that you'll protect your son.”

“What does this mean?” Damian said, turning around. His sister was crying. Tears pouring down her cheeks. “YOU HAVE TO STAY! YOU CAN'T LEAVE! I WON'T LET YOU!” He rushed towards her and grabbed her in a tight embrace.

“I'm sorry, Damian.” Mariam said, gently patting his head. Hugging him a bit tighter before pushing him away leaving two letters in his hand. “I'll come visit, so don't you worry. Everything will be fine.” She whispered in his hair.

“NO! IT WON'T BE FINE BECAUSE YOU WON'T BE THERE.” Damian said, his eyes flooded with tears.

Mariam just gave him a sad smile And jumped back on the bike, riding away.

Damian’s knees gave out as he kneeled on the rough surface of batcave’s parking lot. He could hear the movement of the resident bats. He could feel Batman, his father, picking him up and holding him close. But that did nothing to change the fact that his sister was gone. Leaving two letters in her wake, enclosed in a pretty envelope which had a couple of flowers printed on it. A sorry replacement for her calming presence.

He just stayed there in Batma-no-Father's embrace.

A soft voice murmured close to his ear. His father's voice. “Damian, do you mind if we do a DNA test?”

“No.” Bruce's heart broke a bit hearing the boy’s sad tone. Even if the DNA results didn't show him to be his son, he was gonna adopt this kid.

Tim came slowly near the pair. Damian saw him and the tweezer in his hand. He reached up and plugged a couple of hairs out of his head and handed it to him.

“Your DNA is already coded in, isn't it Bruce?” Tim asked as he carefully handled the.

“Yes.” Bruce replied, standing up with Damian still in his arms handing the long hair of the girl to Tim, which had stuck to Damian’s clothes, and walking towards the chair in front of the bat computer.

He sat down and gently patted Damian's head. “Uhh-Damian?”

“Yes?” He said, wiping his eyes with his long sleeves. Looked like he was getting a grip on himself.

Good. Bruce thought. It's a lot easier to talk to a sniffling kid than a sobbing kid.

“Do you mind me asking some questions?”

“No.”

“Who was that girl?”

“She was my sister.”

“As in–”

“Yes, your daughter.”

Bruce sucked, another deep breath in. Damn. Was today the day when everyone tried to reveal their biological connections to him? He has two kids! Well, he already had three other kids, but two biological kids? Whose lives he had missed.

Apparently due to the long time that Bruce spent thinking appeared to Damian as a clear rejection of him and his sister as sobs again started, shaking his body.

What am I supposed to do? Bruce thought, panic seeping into his mind.

“Do you wanna read the letter she left?” Bruce said instantly regretting it. Great going, Bruce. Let us emphasize the fact that his sister is gone. Bruce sighed. Well, there is No going back now. The only saving grace was that the kid was actually happy to read her letters.

“Maybe she has left us a clue there.” He said trying to open the letters without damaging the envelopes. The first envelope Had Damian’s name on it and the second had Talia’s.

“We will open mother’s If none of them come and visit in a week.” Damian said, keeping Talia’s aside and opening his own. Bruce shifted a bit to get a better view. And soon both father and son were reading the letter written in a bit loopy handwriting.

Dear Damian,

#maribat #miraculous lb #bruce wayne #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #jason todd #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanworks #marinette dupain cheng #damian and marinette #hellishere7980

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