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ketchupqueenboiiii · 3 years

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Damian Wayne with henna tattoos, so precious

like I've learnt that that they aren't strictly religious, so I'm just imagining Damian getting bored at the manor and not feeling like video games or training (since he has the option not to) and just sketching smaller designs in a not book and imagining what they would look like on him and an idea sparks when he remembers a picture of his mother when she was younger with henna tattoos and like Titus I know what we're going to do today.

So he tells Alfred he's going to take Titus out for a walk in a small park near the 99 ranch of Gotham or something. Alfred drops him off and after a few minutes he walks to the local Asian market (idk if Gotham has a Chinatown)

He finds some henna tattoo kits but gets distracted and ends up buying a shit ton of stuff while he's high on nostalgia. (like those lychee and coconut jelly things and some fresh taho, maybe even some halo-halo syrup mix (these are filipino foods i know but im typing hungry and i have a headcanon that the league was pretty diverse so he probably tried dozens of different cuisines)) so Alfred questions the bags when he picks up Damian and Titus (who probably got a treat too.)

Damian just says he and Titus went for a snack and continued slurping down the taho juices

When he gets home Bruce raises an eyebrow at the bags but Alfred just said Damian shopped hungry so he left it alone.

So now Damian is in his room setting out the designs and contemplating which to start. He chose to draw on his left fore arm and back hand since he has armor there and its not likely that it'll be revealed in a fight.

During the wait time he just watches tv or something while trying to show restraint with those jelly things.

As he admires his handy work he gets all giddy like, wow this looks good and he's all proud of himself and he's in a really good mood for the rest of the day.

Damian keeps it from Bruce because he sits on Bruce's left and subtly keeps his sleeves down and his palm always facing Bruce

But at the next (mandatory) family dinner, whoever sits next to Damian on his left, im gonna say steph, points it out

Steph: omg, is that a tattoo?!

Bruce and Dick have tiny heart attacks right there and everyone's eyes bulge out a little

Damian, a bit self conscious, gets a little defensive: Likely not the kind you're thinking of. It's a henna tattoo

Steph: Ooh, do me next!

everyone kind of forgets dinner and just passes Damian's arm around the table (as in pulling him around the table) the next morning everyone gets a little something something, other than Bruce. Who, against his not tattoos rule, got a intricate hand design to show off at his next gala

so Im just saying henna tattoo damain wayne is a breeding ground for batfam fluff

he's just so pure

#dc #damian wayne #henna tattoo fluff #damian al ghul

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ds0408 · 3 years

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Does she remember (part 2)

~After the doctors check if everything is fine~

Chloe's Pov

Once the doctors left Sabine and Tom went in first, they talked for a while it looked all okay but I don't think it is, i have this feeling i had when Marinette was first put in the hospital by our utterly ridiculous classmates, and when Lie-la Grossi came to school flaunting all her faux connection, the class is ridiculous utterly ridiculous, and Adrien, what do I tell you about him now, Some people were dropped on the floor when they were born but he, he was thrown to a GOD DAMN FUCKING wall!! He is so fucking Naïve and Gullible, 'TaKE THe HiGh RoAd MaRiNeTtE' 'iT iS nOT hUrTiNg AnYoNe MaRiNeTte'

BULLSHIT!!

Ok, OK Back to the point so Now Damian and I are going in, Tom and Sabine are going to explain the rest to them. We went in the room and I saw Marinette on the hospital chair with wires sticking out I broke down,

"Come here, Chlo I am alright see." she says gesturing to herself,

I just scoffed through the tears "Fine my ass, You are ridiculous utterly ridiculous Dupain cheng" I say and go to hug her, she hugs back,

"Hello Angel." Damian says

Then she says the thing that makes Damain and My heart stop

"I am sorry, Who are you?"

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Damian's POV.

I entered the room with bourgeoise and saw my Angel on the hospital bed with wires sticking out of her, she looked like she came from hell but still managed to look pretty, her blue eyes were a shining a little more than last time I saw her, It means she is happy, Good. Her dark blue hair is out of her signature pigtails, She looks at peace

"Hello Angel." I say, waiting for her to smile and then laugh at the fact I am not 'professionally dressed' for once, But neither of them come, the next thing she says makes my heart drop, I can feel it shatter.

"I am sorry, who are you?" My angel, My love doesn't remember who I am, My smile drops.

"Mari you don't know who this is?" asks Chloe

Angel shakes her head "No, Who is he"

"My name is Damian Wayne" I say through my clenched throat and smile nicely at her.

"Chloe why don't you bring the doctor while I talk to her." I ask her.

She nods and smiles at me sympathetically, and leaves.

I sit next to Marinette and Hold her hand, She makes no move to remove so I smile slightly.

"I know that you don't remember me, but.... I used to be your friend, last time we met we-" stop abruptly so I don't want to tell her something that will make her feel forced into anything.

"We what?" asked Marinette sweetly, Damian almost cooed about it

"I-I can't tell you now, when you are ready then maybe I will"

"I feel this kind of- this kind of connection with you, like I am supposed to know you, It's just-I don't know" She says.

"That's okay" I say sitting there holding her hand and rubbing soothing circles. After a minute Marinette shifts to the other side of the bed asking me to get in there with her, I comply and sit there with her after some time I here small snores coming from her telling me she is asleep, Suddenly she snuggles into my chest and my face turns bright red, I hear snickers coming from outside and I see my Family- oh shit I forgot my family is here, they won't stop teasing me now, But then angel puts her head in the crook of my neck and literally climbs on top of me but do you see me complaining?

Tag list:

@varianscarlet @shadowymemoirs

#mari #dami #maridami #daminette #mlb #chloe redemption #chloe bourgeois #bat fam #dupain cheng #DC #mlb x dc

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river-bottom-nightmare · 4 years

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Mothman And BUTT-erboy: A Comprehensive Guide

On that fateful day where Bruce Wayne sat thinking of exactly what name would strike fear into the hearts of his enemies, a bat flew into the open window of the study, hence creating the vengeful, dark, mysterious Batman. But, ignoring the fact that Gotham City is every horror cliche put together, what if a moth had flown into the manor that night, attracted to the light (as moths often are)?

I give you: the mighty mysterious MOTHMAN!

(treat this crack seriously, okay? because i will)

So you’ve got a guy dressed as a moth going around beating up criminals. But then, you ask, what ever shall his little Robin be? Who is Dick Grayson, if not the human reincarnation of a cartwheel dressed like a stoplight?

Well, logic dictates that if one guy is a moth, the other is a butterfly. I present to you: BUTTERBOY!

I’m wonderful at MS paint shut up

But does he keep this up when he and bruce have their little falling out and he goes out on his own? Um, have you met Dick Grayson?

Our little butterboy has become a BUTTERMAN. We have all the classic nightwing arcs but with butterman instead. Think of the headlines.

“BLUDHAVEN VIGILANTE BUTTERMAN KILLS THE JOKER”

side note: Joker would absolutely love being killed by someone called Butterman Joker, actively dying of internal bleeding: I was gonna have to go some way and it doesn’t get much butter than this

Everyone spells it butt-erman. Dick’s torn between loving it and hating it. Also Dick constantly smells like popcorn. For reasons.

(And yes, I am well aware that “butterman” sounds like a weird sex thing with vague relations to food and bdsm. But if we’re being honest, Nightwing sounds like a stripper name. So it’s not like this is anything new.)

Now Jason. Jason has a modicum of common sense. But he’s also dumb as shit. So he looks at the costume and goes “yea this isn’t happening.” He gets his hand on the costume plans and that’s how we end up with THE FLY.

Yeah I don’t know how flies work. That’s just how it is now.

(another side note: Jason actually looks super badass and hot in this picture i’m sorry for ruining it but like jesus chIST look at the siZe of his aRMS)

Fact: Jason is fully aware of how dumb it looks and sounds. Fact: Jason is a little shit Conclusion: Jason does not care and people are honestly terrified of the Fly because he will beat you up wearing what looks like those fairy wings with the elastic straps that you could put on you and pretend you were a fairy when you were a kid.

Tim would either go back to Butterboy or Fly. Either he’d be Butterboy because he has trash taste in costumes and doesn’t want to replace the Fly. Or he would take on the Fly because he has the creativity of marmalade. Or even worse, he would combine them. I present to you: FLYBOY

Tim genuinely does not realize how stupid it is. This is the guy whose costume includes that stupid cowl. I don’t think he has any fashion sense. Like at all. The only good fashion choice he makes is wearing Kon’s oversized shirts in the morning

Damain would reject both. Damian doesn’t even come to Gotham because he’s so embarrased about the titles that being with the League forever sounds like a better alternative.

Stephanie would think “Butterboy” is the single dumbest thing she’s ever heard.

Kate’s still batwoman. She has better taste and thinks bats are cool.

Babs? She looks at Dick and goes “this has potential.” Which honestly describes their entire relationship. She’s the Butterfly.

Cass is Spider. Like, very Black-Widow esque. Super badass. We Stan.

Duke wants to stick with the yellow but also he has a brain cell. But he’s got massive insecurity issues and wants to be part of the insect theme that the fam’s got going on. So now we have the Wasp.

Anyway, @magneticwoag , @yesboopityboop , and I came up with this thing and I am honestly quite proud. DC you should definitely hire us we will improve your work by leaps and bounds.

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thecotton-candy-queen · 7 years

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#I've never seen an episode of One Punch man in my entire life #I do love the memes tho #Art is a gem #dc #self insert #that me #damain wayne #little shit #okay to reblog

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story-collector · 4 years

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Maribat AU AU!

Adrien and Marinette are 13 when they become miraculous holders

14 when they add to the team (Chloe, Kagami, Luka)

14 when the save Damian from bleeding out on a mission gone bad.

The League of assassins want him back

They start fighting team miraculous

To bad Ass bois, we've adopted Damian and you cant have him back

At 15 Marinette becomes the Guardian

She gives Damian the turtle miraculous for when he goes on patrol with him

They want him to have a real childhood so they try to keep him from the fighting

But theres only so much they can do about a 9 year old that was raised as an assassin

He has energy

Patrol seems to help

And occasionally he gets to beat up someone

But not often

He is Precious and he is absolutely not allowed to fight in real akuma or league battles

(He tried once and they took away his miraculous for a month and didnt give it back till he apologized. They were all very emotional about their child that didnt get a childhood)

(Adrien connects with him pretty well)

Over time they add more to the team (Alix, Kim, Max and Nathaniel) as the fighting gets worse

Damian doesnt like the fighting or his family getting hurt (yes he considered the miraculous team his family, both in and out of the masks) so he leaves (leaving the turtle miraculous behind)

The team is devastated and search for him for months

They are more vicious with the Akuma during fighting

(Also Lie-la comes in but that's normal for maribat)

Shortly after Damian leaves canon stuff happens and he is brought to Bruce

Damian doenst like these new people

He misses the family he made in Paris

They learned Arabic for him!

And taught him English, and French and Mandrin, and some Japanese and Italian (he was still learning) and sign language! (American, British, French, Arabic)

He doenst like this new family

They arent as affectionate and he misses that

He closes off again

He still becomes Robin

But he feels that he is betraying his old family by fighting in battles

Anyway

Usual Gotham trip

The miraculous team helped Marinette (class president) plan the trip, send in the application and fundraise (plus extra)

They win, Lie-la takes the credit, and some things get changed (like where they are staying. Luckily they saved extra because even though the stay is cheaper the extra prices are not) ( and its next to crime alley (I dont remember who's idea this was but I didnt come up with it))

Kagami is on the trip

Luka is the only one in paris

But they have the miraculous box and Kaalki (mabey Max has her, that seems pretty canon by now or mabey it is idk I didnt watch s3)

(Also Marinette hasn't taken off the turtle miraculous since Damian left)

They know the tricks Lie-la will pull

(They get left at the airport. That's 8 students that you "forgot" Bustier(?) But they are a well oiled fighting machine and some of them have a good sense of direction so they make it to the hotel fine)

(Also not my idea but I forgot the owner (I need to bookmark stuff more) but the class has to wait because marinette is the only one who can get passes and check in because she won the contest so they are waiting there)

(She apologizes profusely to all the staff for her classmates behavior, they all adore her (mabey background twitter posts? Also not my idea))

Anyway

They plan to get up two hours early every day.

Theres no way that they can miss anything

(Also batfam themed outfits because Marinette is MDC)

(Overly connected Marinette and miraculous group because their just that good, they also dont flaunt it so no one really knows)

Usual Lie-la "I'm dating Damain Wayne and I had a fling with (insert Wayne family member)" Rossi

(Damian is 13 here, the class is all around 17-18)

Wayne tour day!

Get up 2 hours early and go out to explore

Leave note with front desk to let them know if Bustier asks about them and to tell them that they went out (they try Bustier tells them off, shes trying to do a "headcount" and she doenst listen)

The group is very nice to everyone

Also!

Mom friend Mari

Chlogami

Acedrien (Ace Adrien)

Alix×Kim×Max

Nathaniel and Marc (Marc is still in Paris)

Wander Gotham (Chloe, Kagami, and Adrien have been here with parents so they know some places)

Impromptu photoshoot with batfam outfits (much badassery in pose choices)

Breakfast at a cafe near wayne tower

Meet exhausted tim

Mom friend Marinette takes over

No more coffee young man

Tim is mothered

Tim gets adopted

He fine with this

He likes being cared for (dont tell jason or dick) (batfam needs to get on the actual family aspects of a family, come on now yall)

He also just pulled a 48 hour work "day"

Asks for a photo with his adopted new family

It's his new homescreen

Jeez this is long

No regrets, let's keep going

Marinette is Batman (batmom! No be quiet Adrien)

Adrien is Spoiler (purple looks good on you Agreste. Thanks batmom)

Alix is Red Hood (you dont even need a helmet! Yes you do. Yes batmom)

Max is Red Robin (tech bois unite! Thank you Adrien)

Kim is Orphan (gotta represent those badass girls yall!)

Chloe is Nightwing (you both have that wonderful sunny disposition. Shut up Dupain Cheng)

Kagami is Robin (you guys are so alike it's scary. I agree. Same)

Nathaniel is Batgirl (didnt she die though? No) (here is where a second HC can fit in)

So anyway they have met Tim, adopted him.

Even though hes 17

And their 17/18

Hes their child now

They spend an hour talking and stuff

Then they remember, oh yeah tour

So Tim takes them to Wayne Tower (he has promised to go home after they start the tour. He doesnt want to upset his new parents and aunts and uncles)

Dick is already there and tired of the group because she "forgot" 8 students (8!)

And hes been listening to Lie-la complain and lie for like 45 minutes

They cant start the tour with out Marinette but Bustier insists that it's fine and I basically being a little shit

They arrive with Tim and Dick is like immediately ok now we have a new sister and then he realizes that shes Marinette

The group goes over to him

The rest of the class hasn't noticed them

They drop off Tired Tim

And she sincerely apologizes to him and the staff for her classmates behavior and gathers the passes so that the tour can start

Dick has basically claimed her AND the rest of her group and his flock now

Especially when Tim tells hime what they did for him

(The outfits are a definite bonus. They would fit right in!)

Ok I'm running out of ideas

But basically they do the tour

Regular maribat shenanigans

They meet Damian at some point

He turns back into the child hes supposed to be and crystal on their shoulders and basically refuses to leave them

Obviously theres an identity reveal

Marinette absolutely demolishes Bruce because HE WAS 10 DAMNIT! LET HIM BE A CHILD INSTEAD OF A SOLDIER!

Also Marinette fashionista (who the hell told you that was a good design. No I'm making you a new one)

Lie-la falls (stop lieing about my family Rossi. Damian be nice to the rat)

Hawkmoth gets revealed (just because your a good detective doenst mean I forgive you)

Mabey they get adopted by the rouges (they knows our science, they're good with plants, they're absolutely adorable, they're smart)

Mabey Iceberg lounge because come on I want to see more of that!

But yeah this is what I've got.

I'll add the stuff for Nathaniels HC on a different post.

#tim drake #batman #batfamily #damian wayne #damian al ghul #maribat #marinette dupain cheng #team miraculous #miraculous au #miraculous ladybug #au #dc #ml/dc

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astranne · 4 years

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Bros... I have a new idea. A new ship. I already wrote an oneshot and I‘m doing a second. BUT. I‘m also doing a HC

You want to know the ship?

Damian Wayne x fem!Percy Jackson. Boom.

Now also known as Daphone.

I literarily have no fucking idea, HOW this ship came in my mind but who cares?

(I was writing an oneshot in german, about Damian Wayne as a ‘sidekick’ of Deathstroke and I was thinking... who is badass enough to be paired with him? And yeah...)

Let‘s start it.

p.s. my native language is german and yeahh... if something doesn’t make any sense, please tell me :)

Masterlist

Persie (short for Persephone) is fifteen, when she‘s kidnapped by the League

Ra‘s al Ghul thinks, she‘s the only woman, worthy for Damian

Most powerful demigod ever says everything

So basically she‘s kidnapped after the thing in the Labyrinth

Damian is kidnapped too, dragged before the throne of his grandfather, where this girl is

Bites an assassin in the nose

Persie snorts

He demands to know, what (the fuck) is going on

They are going to be married. No escape.

Persie being sassy

„Like I asked to be kidnapped and going to be married to the heir of an assassin cult! Gods, not one normal day in my fucking life.“

He asks for her name

Tells him, Persephone Jackson, but if you call her that, she will kill you

Why should SHE be worthy of him???

„Ehh... I probably destroy the world in age of sixteen?“

Dark magic, much pain (my poor babies)

Their souls are now one, not even death or the gods can stop this magic

That‘s not what Persie wanted? She just wants her friends save, not to destroy the world... but no, now she‘s bound to a mortal assassin cult heir.

But Persie doesn‘t cry

Damian is impressed, he doesn‘t show

Talia then properly intruduces Persie to Damian

„This is Persephone-“

„Persie.“

„And she is a half god-“

„We prefer half bloods.“

„And she‘s the daughter of Poseidon.“

„Yikes. His only mortal daughter.“

Talia just sighes. Why does her father think, that this girl is worthy?

„Why are you doing this?“

„Because the gods can‘t keep it in their pants.“

Silence.

„And my grandfather wants to take over the world. And this would mean, we all will die.“

Talia just wants to sleep.

Persie goes back, Damian goes back

They don‘t tell anyone

Annabeth knows, but not everything

Just that Persie Jackson is BEST FRIEND with Damian fucking Wayne

She doesn’t even want to know HOW

Fast forward.

Damian accepted his fate, Persie did too. Heck, Ra‘s said, not even gods could destroy this bond so, just swing with it?

When Persie does a little bath in Styx, Damian also bears the cruse of Achilles

Batfam doesn’t know, Damian is sneaky

But Alfred knows, there is something

Persie fights in war, everyone is afraid to talk with Damian because- WHY IS HE SO ANGRY? BRUCE?! ALFRED? DICK? ANYONE?

And then Persie disappeares. Annabeth IM‘s Damian, Alfred sees it

Damian beeing ansty and angry again

Searches everywhere

Asks Wonder Woman and Aquaman

„Batman, why does Robin know-“

„He doesn‘t know, you incompetent man of a hero!“

Eight months

Persie remembers Damian‘s face and his name

Why does she feel so alone? AND WHY THE FUCK SHE KEEPS THINKING OF THIS GOOD-LOOKING BOY?

Damian is in school, when Persie loses the cruse of Achilles. Why does he feel so weak? Why- oh gods, something happened with Persie- WHY IS HE BLEADING, THAT SHOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE!

Damian scares people. Why is he so angry. And angsty? AND WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE HE‘S CONCERNED ABOUT HIS LIFE???

„Mister Wayne? I think you should talk with your son...”

„Bruce? It‘s happening again...“

When she phones her mother, she also contacts Damian

He‘s in the cave, with his fam

„Jackson?!“

„Eight months-“

„I should have known it. Always your family.“

„What do you think are you doing?“

„No you will not-“

„Are you even listening?!“

„Jackson?“

„JACKSON!“

(He‘s sneaky, Batfam thinks this Jackson is some 'friend' of him)

Damian is angry

Smashes his phone against wall

„Bruce? He‘s angry again...“

„Why does this keep happening?“

„Master Damain, I‘m sure, everything is al-“

„EIGHT MONTHS! AND EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT?!“

Damian is angry. At the gods, not at Persie. He would never. Persie is his life, his equal, his everything-

Fuck. He loves her.

Batfam just confused. But forgets about it

Damian spends some time with Persie

Naturally in secret

First kiss- ehm. First makeout

Then the Seven start their way

Damian steals the Batplane, while the Justice League visits Themyscira

Flies to Argo II

Persie can‘t even say something

Just kisses her

Annabeth grinning, because. SHE. NOW. KNOWS. Batman IS fucking Bruce Wayne! WHY IS EVERYONE SO DUMB?!

The rest just confused

Persie? Why are you kissing Robin? Sratch it, why are you making out with Robin???

„So... guys. This is Damian, the hero Robin.“

„Vigilante, habibti.“

Damian goes back, steals another kiss from her

Persie doesn‘t mind

„Robin.“

„Batman.“

„Why did you stole the Plane?“

„I did not steal it. It is here.“

Batman just stares.

Justice League is amused. This shit never gets old

„Why.“

„I assumed, there was a ship of an enemy. There was not.“

Batman stare™

„We are going back to Gotham.“

Damian smirks. His father, the world greatest detective? Suuuureeeee...

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gobydana · 5 years

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Have You Ever Cared?

Hi! Could I request a batfam x batsis reader fic where she’s not a vigilante and everyone thinks of her as a spoiled trust fund kid and say some pretty mean stuff to her during an argument causing her to storm out. She’s killed and nobody really does much. So when she is resurrected she stays off the grid and leads a simple life until the batfam finds he and confront her where she reveals how hurt she is.

Batsister was a lot of things, biological daughter of billionaire Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s party child, twenty-some year old with no real path in life, living off her father. Or well that is what one would think if they read the tabolids or even talked to her family. As one of the only family members not in the superhero business. The gossip columns loved to feature her. Who she was out with, where she was partying, what car did she wreck. Her family loved to get on her case. Why didn’t she go to college or do something besides chilling at home. Why waste the money on drinking, being the party persona Bruce took on for many years.

Tonight was one of those nights, only it seemed worse. Maybe it was due to the non-stop shit she got or maybe just today she didn’t want to deal with it. Either way it didn’t seem to stop and just kept coming.

“They said you were drunk and saw you driving.” Bruce about yelled as he pushed the car away.

“I wasn’t drinking.” She hollered back.

“Really? Then do you just suck at driving? Can’t find the line?” Damain added in.

“C’mon sister, we can’t have two family dissapointments. Just drunk driving?” Jason said from a top the stairs. That got him the bird.

“When are you going to grow up.”

“Father can’t get you out of trouble all the time.”

“What if you cause someone else’s injury? Did you ever think about that?

“Stop being the billboard for trust-fund child. Like c’mon can you actually use that brain in your head.”

“I can’t believe we are related. Are you sure you are Bruce’s kid.”

“Enough!” Bruce yelled among the insults shooting out. “I am very disappointed in you.” He said with the most even, cold tone he could.

With that batsister left towards the door not wanting to hear anything more. She couldn’t take it anymore. They of course wouldn’t listen to her but take the word of the press. It’s not like any of them were around enough to even get to know her. That’s why she knew they wouldn’t know where to find her.

She went to the graveyard. It was her safe place, minus certain times of the year her family really didn’t come here. She walked towards the only two people she hadn’t manage to disappoint in life: Thomas and Martha Wayne. She sunk down in defeated and started talking to the tombstones. Having the feeling at least someone would listen to her.

“Your son hates me again. Family wouldn’t even listen to. Thought I was drinking and driving all cause of some Instagram videos taken of me not driving in a straight line. You want to know why I couldn’t drive? I was crying again. Had the stupid police radio on and heard bat down. Didn’t know which was got hurt, but judging by the sling on Jason’s arm going to guess it was him. They don’t know what it’s like. Finding out the same time the public does when one of them gets hurt. Every time I am home I see a new bruise, stitches, broken bones. Don’t they care that one day I might come home and find them gone? Hell doubt anyone would even tell me if they died. I probably would find out from the press.”

“Got into that university for a degree in chemistry biology. Think I might just pack and leave. Would they even care? They give me shit cause doing nothing, but they don’t know what goes on in my life. If they did, they would know I was applying. That the press’s opinion of me hurt my last chance. Been trying so hard. I am going to pretend you are proud of me though. So at least one or two Waynes would be.”

She brushed the tears off her face. The thing she would never let her family see. Stay strong until she was alone. She was a Wayne and they were strong. But times like this she couldn’t be. After a few hours she knew she had to go. The rain was starting to come down and the moon was already hanging high in the sky. Grabbing her backpack, she walked towards the road. Starting tomorrow she was finding her own place and living a new life. Maybe move to Metropolis.

The dark night, slick roads, and her black clothes made her hard to spot. It didn’t help she was walking from the graveyard to the main road. That might be why the driver didn’t see her. The tears in her face cloudy her vision so that she didn’t see the car until it was too late. The last thing she registered was red blinding pain as the car made contact with her body at 45 mph. A driver who didn’t even care enough to stop but instead drove away.

From the shadows though stood someone who did see. Someone who recognized her and knew of her family, Both as civilians and with capes. Someone who wanted to get back at Bruce and see him suffer. So Talia stepped out of the dark and picked up the bleeding girl. Batsis had died upon impact, but that didn’t mean she had to stay dead. Her father had a way to fix that.

Green and pain was the next thing she remembered. It was almost glowing green as every injury she just suffered came flowing back. Her yells and pleas for it to stop echoes in the dark cave. Finally she found her way out towards the end of the pool where Talia and a guard were waiting. She explained everything to her and what happened.

The first thing she asked was about her family. They might have been mad at her, but truly they would mourn her at least? But when Talia showed her newspapers and camera that she hacked into the manor, it surprised her. No mention of her death or the accident. Her family was acting as if nothing happened. Just carrying on like normal. When each of her siblings died and her father, she cried for days. Often feeling like she couldn’t get up each day.

Everyday she found herself checking on her family with the same results. Talia saw the girls spirit died a little each day. After a few weeks she handed the girl a wad of cash and some new clothes. Gave her a chance that once she wanted more than anything. A do over, living a life not as a Wayne but as herself. She took that chance and left the compound to another world. It wasn’t long before she found a job and a place. Settling into life away from the family who didn’t care.

It would be months before someone found her backpack. Bruce went to the cemetery to visit his parents' grave. On the way out he saw the backpack hidden in the bushes. At first he thought it was a normal one until he saw the W.E pin that she always had on hers. Closer look saw blood that was long ago dried up. The weather got to the backpack, no doubt being there for some months. He thought she had left mad at them, to another city. But maybe it was something else. He took the bag to examine further.

Back at the cave, he emptied the contents. He was surprised at what he found. A college acceptance letter to pretious program, volunteer shirts from an orphanage the next town over, notebook and pencil, and her wallet. So much of it surprised him so much he didn’t know about his own daughter. Soon he found himself lost in thought he didn’t hear Talia come in at first. She knew he would be at the graves today and made sure he would find the backpack.

“She died you know.” She said with hands up as he stood up with a batarang in hand. “A hit and run. Her killer just drove off without a care in the world.”

He sank down into the chair with a sad realization coming over him. She hadn’t been avoiding them, she had been dead. The rest of his kids were coming down the stairs at that moment for patrol. Every single one stopped in their tracks as what she said echoed in the cave. Not one knowing.

“DId you?” He started with her only to cut him off.

“Yes. SHe is alive again and if you truly cared about her, you would stay away from her. What family doesn’t know that one of them is dead. Prioritizing cape life over your own blood? She died alone thinking you all hate her.”

With that she left. Bruce couldn’t say anything but waived the rest of them off to patrol. While they were gone he went up to what was once her room. Some place he hardly walked into since she was a child. He could still remember when she was younger and wanted it decorated pink. A pink glitter canopy hung over her bed. She was so happy to help him put it up. THat room no longer existed. Some time between now and then she painted it a different color.

On the dresser was pictures of all of them. She was younger in

most of them. Thinking back it had been a while since he had done anything with her. Between Gotham and the league, something was always pulling him away. Different college applications clouted her desk along with an old text book of his. Looks like she was teaching herself different science items. A police radio sat on the bed side table with a wrinkled sheet. On the sheet had all the code names the police used for the different bats. She must have been listening at night. Further discovery of wrinkled up tissue told him more than he ever knew.

Through out the next week, they all found parts of her around the manor that surprised them. Jason found the book he recommend she read before his death as Robin laying on her bookshelf. It was worn out and no doubt been read a few thousand times. Damian discovered that she had a sword hint half painted. It was going to be a gift for him. Dick found the old letters he use to write her when he first left the manor and started on his own. It appeared he was the one who stopped writing. Tim found his old camera and pictures in her room. Duke saw she wrote down his parent’s birthdays as a reminder for herself what days might be hard for him.

It was Bruce who went looking. Everyone else thought maybe the best thing was to let her move on. Him though, he just couldn’t give up. She was his daughter, an only child he got to raise up. He had baby pictures of her and more growing up until the pictures stopped. He couldn’t give up on her. He might have found the man who hit her and threw him in jail with a lot of bruises, but none of that could make up all he forgot.

He remembered as a child she was fascinated with France. Claimed she was going to live in southern France one day. So on a hutch, he went there. A few weeks later he saw her. It was in a small village near a university. She was working at a café. He sat across the road and watched her. The whole time, she looked genuinely happy. Something that didn’t happen in Gotham.

That night he followed her home towards a small flat where she lived with a cat. She turned around when he came through the window, just starring at her.

“Wonder if you were ever going to come. Was it better without worrying about a press nightmare living at home.” She asked.

“I didn’t know you died.”

With that she threw up her hands. Of all he could say, that is what he said. SHe exploded.

“I died and saw you all move on. You didn’t even know? What thought I just up and left. Didn’t even care to find out where? Did I ever matter to you? Because it sure as hell didn’t feel like it. I was second string to everything. Sorry missed you birthday, had to go save the world. I wanted a Christmas morning with my family? Too bad Joker broke out. I seem like I am hungover? Nope been up all night crying because the police reported one of you asses were massively hurt. Seven I wanted to go trick o treating but nope went to a fellow soliciaties party because the bat was too busy to take his child out. The damn league saw you more then me. I debated often just joining the rogues because then maybe you would pay attention to me. Nope just caused you problems that you couldn’t ignore. Put the Wayne name in the spotlight and you started paying attention to me.

“I didn’t know.”

“Is that all you can say? LIke I know you weren’t a man of many words but c’mon. How hard is it to say you are proud of me? To ask about my day just once in awhile instead of scolding me? Well guess what, I am proud of me. I am starting my degree of chemistry biology while working at the cafe. I made friends here who are friends with me not because of my family but because of me. No more wondering if I am good enough for you or good enough to be a Wayne. I am good enough for me. So there’s the door, don’t let it hit you on your way out.

That night Bruce grabbed sleep at hotel and video chat with the family. Each one of her brothers ashamed that she thought she wasn’t good enough. For the next year, they came separate and slowly got her to be at least friendly with them. No doubt they could never undo the damage done but they tried to be a family. Bruce thought has the longest road.

For the longest time he could never get the picture of her as a little girl asking for story before patrol. But over time he slowly saw her for the brilliant young woman she had become. He started talking time off from Batman to see her. Wanting to not waste more time. He almost lost her for good due to his own stupidity. Seven years later when she graduated with her doctorate, he made sure to be there with the family front row. He had missed so many memorable moments he wasn’t going to miss that one.

Over time she also started to forgive them. The sadness and loneliness that had made a permanent place in heart had finally left. She finally heard her father say that he was proud of her. That was something she never thought would happen. Also as a promise to her, he never came as Batman. Only as her father, Bruce Wayne. The family started to inform her more of when they got hurt instead of her finding out herself. ANd some days when she came home to two of her brothers crashing on her couch bickering, she couldn’t be happier.

Tagging: @the-shadow-of-atlantis @superwhoteen @speedypan

#batsister #batsis #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #dc comics #batman fanfiction #fanfic #i made myself cry #angst #death #talia al ghul

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 months

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Fixing ourselves

by PartyPirate Jay likes to be behind the scenes and be the first one to solve a problem. So why is it he can't figure out what happened to the super sons? Damain and Jonathan were best friends, two peas in a pod. Two heroes trying to prove to their fathers they were worth it! So what happened? Well he's gonna find out and befriend Damain along the way, cause whats better then befriending your boyfriends best friend? But he can see why his boyfriend still has a crush on the Wayne even if he doesn't say it, maybe he has a small one too if he was being honest....this might bring up problems. Words: 973, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Super Sons (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Jonathan Kent, Damian Wayne, Jay Nakamura, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred the Cat (DCU), Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Several guest appearences, like villains Relationships: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, Jay Nakamura/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Jay Nakamura, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Jay Nakamura/Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Getting Together, I'm fixing canon dont worry, Some blood mentioned, Alcohol and Drug mention, ptsd mention, Panic Attacks, mostly from Jonathan, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Protective Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, They are all bad at feelings, Author projecting autistic traits, Damain has ok brothers, he's always a little shit tho, he got it from his dad, I will update these tags if I think of anything new via https://ift.tt/mqapRZV

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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secondgenerationnerd · 4 years

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Quiet time

Enjoy this Daddy!Damian time

A late summer breeze drifts through open windows. Pieces of weapons and clothes pile around the living room. Damian Wayne stretches out on the couch, as he’s known to do on these quiet days, with good book as his only companion.

“’Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day/ Thou art more lovely and more temperate./ Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.--”

A soft grunt interrupts him. He smiles down at the sleeping baby on his chest. She yawns, whimpering as she starts to wake up.

“It’s ok, baby flower.” He coos, “Your baba has you. Baba’s right here.”

His daughter sneezes, blinking up at him. A soft kiss to her soft, dark curls and he continues to read. “‘And Summer’s lease hath all to short a date/Too hot the eye of heaven shines—“

“Are you really reading Shakespeare to your newborn?” Damian rolls his eyes at Jason’s voice. Of course, his brothers have to ruin his quiet afternoon. He doesn’t even attempt to sit up, too comfortable with the baby where she is.

“And if I am?”

“She can’t understand you yet.” Tim reminds his little brother, all three of the older men coming around the couch. The sight of the youngest Robin, who used to train whenever he had a free moment, relaxing is weird enough. Dick offers a finger to Asha, smiling when the little girl grips it.

“Perhaps, Drake, I read to my daughter,” He smiles a bit, “Because I enjoy reading aloud.”

“Just saying, little engine that could is just as good as sonnets.

“-tt-” Damian clicks his tongue. The door opens as Irey comes into the living room. Water spots litter the collar of her Flash tank top.

“Oh, no.” Irey laughs, drying her long hair with a towel. “You three interrupted cuddle bug time.”

“Cuddle bug time?” Jason raises his eyebrow at her.

“Yep.” Irey leans over the couch, giving Damian an upside-down kiss. “Baba loves cuddling his Lightning Bug, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

Asha tries to lift her head up at the sound of her mother’s voice, grunting softly. Irey lifts her daughter up, murmuring in Korean. The look Damian gives his girls —that look of total love and adoration and bliss— is something his brothers never thought they’d see.

“You sure you had a kid two weeks ago, Irey?” Jason asks. It’s true. The 19-year-old had already lost what little baby fat she’d gained. Irey laughs as she bounces the baby..

“Speedster genetics. Gotta love them.” Asha sneezes. Irey smiles down at her baby, “Such a sneezy baby, Lightning bug.”

“Is there a reason you three decided to visit?” Damain asks, sitting up.

“What? Can’t we visit our baby brother for no reason?” Jason actually sounds offended at Damian’s question. But there’s that twinkle in his eye.

“-tt- not in this family.”

Dick laughs at that. “Fair enough. We did bring you something. Tim?”

Tim goes out of the room. Damian and Irey exchange a look, neither sure what to expect, especially from his brothers. Then, the soft sound of nails clicking clicking clicking against the wood floors. The door opens and Damian lights up.

“Hey, boy!” Titus runs to his master, Damian crouching down to pet and scratch the Great Dane. Irey smiles. Titus had been so confused when Damian died. Tim had taken him in, just because Titus hated the manor without his young master. “Hey, hey, hey! Look at you. I missed you too.”

The dog licks Damian’s hands and face, sniffing at his clothes. If dogs could frown, Titus did at a new unfamiliar scent in Damian’s clothes. Irey giggles, “I think Titus realized he has competition. Isn’t that right, Lightning Bug?”

“Well, let’s address that.” Damian chuckles. He takes a moment to sit cross-legged on the ground. He reaches up to Irey, who passes Asha to him. Asha stretches in her little body out, still adjusting to this great new world. Titus, understandably, sniffs at the infant. “Titus, this is Asha. Asha, this is Titus.”

Irey melts at the sight of her boyfriend introducing their child to his favorite pet. She looks at the older men, “Thank you, guys.”

“Don’t mention it.” Dick hugs the young hero. “How have you been?”

“Well, I pushed a tiny human out of my vagina two weeks ago. So still a bit sore.”

Jason snorts, “Not sure most would be able to handle having Damian’s kid.”

“How have things with you two?” Dick nods at Damian, still letting the dog sniff the baby.

“They’re good. Talking helps...”

“Are you still talking to Dinah?” Tim asks.

“Yeah. Lots of shit happened in not a lot of time. It’s helping a lot.” Irey crosses her arms over her belly.

“Irey.” Dick hesitates. “About what happened with Bruce--”

“It’s in the past. What happened happened.” Irey looks at her boyfriend, in a world of his own. Asha gives a little squeak as Titus licks her toes. “Alrighty, Baba, it’s feeding time for Lightning Bug.”

“I can feed her a bottle.” Damian offers.

Irey laughs, “Stop hogging her, Dames. She had one of the bottles earlier. It’s Mama time.”

Damian pouts but gives her Asha. Asha coos softly as Irey hums, settling on the couch. His brothers politely look away as Irey adjusts her top to breastfeed Asha. The young mom laughs softly at the men.

“Oh, bug, your uncles are being silly again. They’re not used to Mama being Mama.” Irey adjusts the baby so she can eat more comfortably. Damian gives Titus another scratch behind the ear before joining Irey on the couch.

“So, what’s the plan for you two now?” Tim asks, leaning back in his seat.

“Survival. We’ll probably find a new place. Somewhere with two rooms probably.” Irey shrugs. “Right now I’m just happy being here.”

“Selina wants to know when she’s going to meet her grandbaby.” Dick notes. “Something about making up for lost time?”

“Can’t blame her. It’s been hard to travel. And I didn’t want anyone to be with me in the hospital that wasn’t family...” As Irey speaks, Damian frowns. His death has left a painful blackness in his memories. Irey never spoke about delivering Asha. She told him about holding Asha and watching the fireworks with her. But nothing about the birth. A gentle touch to his cheek pulls him from his thoughts. “Babe?”

“I’m ok. Just thinking.” He kisses her fingertips.

“Ok.” Irey smiles at him.

“Any chance you have a pic of Asha we can take to the girls? They’ve been tied up with a shit ton of cases and will kill us if we don’t get one.” Jason nods at Irey.

“I had a nurse record the birth so I should have one or two for you.”

“You recorded it?” Tim asks.

“It was the only time I’d have a baby. I wanted to have something to remember it.”

Damian stands under the hot water of the shower. It’s one of the few things that drives the chill from his bones lately. The thick scar in the middle of his chest, pale against his dark skin, is the only reminder of his death. Getting out of the shower, he dries off and pulls on his sleep pants. Irey lounges in bed, Titus resting his head on her lap.

“Hey, babe.” Irey smiles as he climbs into the bed with her. He pulls an arm around her waist, kissing her shoulder. “What’s on your mind?”

“What did you mean earlier? When you said this was the only baby you’d have?”

Irey turns in the bed to look at him. “I mean...Damian...You were dead. I didn’t know you were going to be brought back. All I knew was that the man I love was gone and I was having his baby.”

“You wouldn’t have dated?”

“I dunno.” She traces the stubble on his jaw. “I don’t think that I could ever open my heart to anyone again. Not the way I did with you. I just...I had Asha. I’d like to believe that she’d be enough for me...”

“Nuri...” Damian isn’t sure what to say. He touches the stretch marks on her belly, her reminder of the past four months. Proof of their child, the daughter she carried and brought into this world. Damian’s throat tightens. He never got to see her carry Asha. Never got to touch her belly, feel the baby they made move and kick. She’d been alone giving birth. He should have been there. Should have been there to hold her hand during the contractions, wipe the sweat from her face, telling her how strong she is. He didn’t get to see his daughter come into the world.

“Hey...hey...” Irey’s soft voice pulls him back. “It’s ok, babe...There’s nothing you could have done.”

“I should have been there with you.”

“You’re here now. That’s all I care about.”

Before he can ask her anything, they hear Asha crying over the baby monitor. Damian kisses Irey gently, “I’ve got her, beloved.”

“Ok.” Damian gets out of bed and crossing the room. Jai, Colin, and Jon had spent the time Irey was in the hospital turning her closet into a tiny nursery for Asha. The soft white walls glow from the nightlight. Asha cries in the crib, struggling against her swaddle. Damian gently untangles the baby. He lifts her up, cradling her like she’s made of glass.

“It’s alright, baby flower. I’ve got you. Your baba has you.” He coos to her. After changing her diaper and feeding her one of the bottles of ready to eat formula, he sits with her in her rocking chair. Asha gives a small yawn and nuzzles her face into her father’s chest. Damian blinks a few tears from his eyes.

He doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t deserve Irey. So many sins weight his soul down, yet this tiny child, innocent and pure, she’s his. He will get to raise her with a woman who loves him so deeply that he’ll never understand. What did he do to deserve this?

“Asha? Baba loves you. I love you so, so much.” He slips a finger into her tiny hand. Asha reflexively grips it, but he pretends she’s holding it because she wants to. “I hope you grow up knowing how much Mama and I adore you. I hope you grow up happy.”

Irey smiles to herself, listening to Damian over the baby monitor. He’s such a good father. Irey glances at a text from her father, waiting for Damian to join her.

That’s when she hears Damian’s shout of surprise and a crash. Irey’s out of bed in an instant racing to her daughter’s room. She catches sight of Asha in her crib, Damian laying face up with something dark on his chest.

Then everything goes dark.

#Damian Wayne #Irey West #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #Titus

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schrijverr · 5 years

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A strange phone call

The justice league calls the Wayne Manor to ask why Batman isn’t at the meeting yet. The batboys answer and a strange conversation is heard by the JL when they try to discuss what to do

Ships: none

Warnings: none, but tell me if you find any

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The phone rang in the, for once, quiet halls of the Wayne Manor. In the living area four heads perked up as four dark-haired boys jumped up to reach the phone first. After a bit of hustle and a small fight Dick was first. He picked up and said: “This is the Wayne Manor, Dick Grayson-Wayne speaking.”

On the other side someone was caught of guard. Then the voice of Superman was heard. He said: “Hi, with Clark Kent. Is Bruce nearby? He didn’t show up to this weeks meeting.”

The boys shared a look. The League, who had the conversation on speaker, heard a hushed conversation. “Give the phone here, Dick. I’ll bring it to father.”

“Don’t give it to the demon spawn, Dick!”

“Shut up, Todd. No one cares about your opinion.”

“Take that back!” and some muffled screaming.

Then a softer voice: “I mean, if he’s still sleeping I say we should let him.”

A hum from the first speaker. Then the sounds of a fight. “Don’t touch me small child.”

“Then let me take the phone to father!”

“But what if he’s still sleeping, little D?”

“Then we’ll wake him.”

“But he needs his rest, Damian.”

“Yeah, listen to Tim, little shit.”

“I am not a little shit, I am a feared fighter, you fucking zombie.”

“Don’t say-”

“Jokes on you, I like that nickname!”

“Everyone stop. Lets just think rationally about this. Would B want us to wake him up for a Justice League meeting?”

A silence. “Yes, but does Bruce think about his health?”

A beat and then: “No.”

After a few more seconds of silence they heard a soft: “Oh shit, there he comes.”

Then they heard a tired and older voice say: “What are you boys doing?”

“Uh, nothing.”

The older voice, which they identified as Bruce, sighed and said: “Dick, I know you too long. What are you hiding?”

The youngest voice yelled: “The phone!”

“Damian!” was chorused.

“What? They want to speak to him and he’s already awake. What’s the problem here?”

Then someone said: “The problem, Damain, is that now he will certainly go. If you hadn’t said that, we could’ve maybe convinced him to sleep some more.”

“Wait? What’s the time?” Bruce said.

“It’s ten PM, B.”

“Then I’m late. Why didn’t Alfred wake me?”

An awkward silence and then some mumbling. “Clearly, please.”

“We convinced him not to.” a young, but tired voice said.

“Why would you do that? It’s important to partake in these meetings, missing one could lead to failure on the next mission. I trained you better than this.”

“Yeah, you did, but you’re also shit at taking care of yourself.”

“Jason!”

“What? It’s true. You agreed with me when he couldn’t hear you.”

“Boys, I can take care of myself. You should not worry about me. It’s my job to worry about you all.”

“Yeah, we know, B, but if we had a sprained ankle and a heavy concussion, we wouldn’t get to go to the meeting or wear a cowl or get up out of bed. Same rules for you.”

“Dick,-”

“No, I’m serious, B. We know you’re stubborn, so we’ll allow you to go, but no cowl or mask and crutches.”

“Yeah, what the dildo is saying. You may be strong, old man, but right now we can easily take you.”

“You kids drive a hard bargain, but deal.” There were some cheers. “Now, hand me the phone.”

Then Bruces voice was clearer and he said: “You probably heard all of that, so I’ll be there soon.”

Then there was a beep.

Bruce came into he meeting ten minutes later. On his face he had a gigantic bruise, he wore normal clothes and walked with crutches. Had it been any other situation some might have laughed at him for letting his kids boss him around, but not now. They all knew that if those kids hadn’t intervened Batman would’ve showed up early with his cowl covering the bruise and pretending he didn’t have a sprained ankle.

He would’ve sat there in pain, because that’s what he did. He was a normal human between super ones. He would never allow himself to be weak even if it hurt him. He didn’t realize that for the League he didn’t have to be strong, same went for his kids. People got hurt, but he was still the strongest and most capable man they knew.

Bruce walked to his seat and sat down. The meeting went on like nothing strange had happened and it was never discussed again.

#RR writing #batman #bruce wayne #injured batman #injured bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #batboys #JLA #justice league of america #justice league #jl #jl fanfic #jla fanfic #dc #dc fanfic

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des-seras · 5 years

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Damian x Male Reader Part 16 (Ugh Roomates)

Around this time a young man just arrived at his dorm. He opened the door to see that his roommate arrived; well his luggage at least. Which was odd, because he was always here. He rarely left. But right now, it was god that he wasn’t here at this moment. He didn’t want to fight with him. He didn’t know why for some bizarre reason they would always bicker, and he didn’t know why. The reason why it was a good thing that roommate was gone was not because they bickered or fought a lot it was because he needed to think.

Twenty minutes have passed, and the young man was walking around trying to pass the time. The sounds of laughter could be heard around campus. He noticed that there were too many people there for a Sunday. A lot of people. Maybe there was an activity going on somewhere or maybe they just didn’t have anything better to do. That is university life for you. Full of mysteries that were filled with logical explanations. The young man continued to wonder around looking for something to attract his attention, but nothing did.

After hours of shameless walking he found himself surrounded by green. “This is new.” He thought and continued to walk. Memorizing everything around him so he wouldn’t get lost. Not that he would but it wouldn’t hurt to be careful. He kept exploring the forest finding the place mesmerizing. He mentally noted he should come back with his camera and take a few pictures. The forest was so peaceful, it made him want to stay there.

He continued his journey enjoying the sounds and smells. It made him feel at ease and it made him forget all his problems. He was filled with bliss. For once in his life he felt truly contempt and harmonious. Until he heard a small noise. He decided to investigate it. Once he reached the source, he said with his voice tinted with annoyance: “oh it’s you.”

After seconds of silence he noticed that the individual that he talked to was wearing headphones. That and that he was behind them too. the good person that he is; he decided to try to scare them. He slowly made his way to the individual and just as he was going to attack...

“Don't even think about it Wayne.” A voice said making him stop on his tracks. With a pout and a hum, he answers: “So you did notice [Name].”

“Yep.” You said while reading something from your phone. Damian stared with disbelieve etched in his face. He was the son of Batman and grandson of Ra’s Al-Ghul. How could a simple ordinary human notice his presence? “I thought that if I ignored you long enough, you’d leave.” You added with disinterest. This stroke a nerve with Damian.

“I would have, but you looked so sad and pathetic like that and well maybe gracing you with my presence would make you seem less pathetic.” He said smugly crossing his arms.

“Charming Wayne.” You scoffed making him puff his cheeks slightly and you to chuckle. You shake your head and ask: “Anything you want?”

“No not really.” He said sitting next to you. You look at him curiously; as if not believing his statement. This made him sigh. “I just wanted to think.”

“About?” You ask. He sighed again; then looked up. You start to put away your phone so you could give him your attention.

“Work.” Damian mutters. You hum in acknowledgement.

“Crappy co-worker?” You asked. Damian nods in affirmation.

“How bad?”

“Very.”

“Damn.” You mutter; then you ask: “How bad?”

“I don’t know. It’s just bad. I mean he came out of thin air and my boss favors him more than the rest.” Damian answered trying to sound as calm as possible, but you could tell that he was not a happy camper. “I literally worked to myself to the bone just to get my boss's approval and trust and it was all for nothing. Nothing! Just so a brat with anger issues could take it all away? Why? Because he did something wrong by accident, he needs to be babied?! I don’t think so!” He continued. You felt kind of bad for him. It must have meant a lot for him if it made this upset. So, you just let him vent; it seemed like he needed it. And who knows maybe this will make you get along a bit better or at least tolerate each other.

“I hate him not because he is stupid or anything, but because he has so much potential and he chooses to let it go to waste. It’s like he doesn’t want to improve himself. It’s like he likes to, to just... Ugh!” Damian grunts while he hits the back of his head with the tree behind him. As if he was trying to calm himself. You could only stare or hum letting him know that you were listening. “He is so useless!” He adds in one small final fit of frustration while leaning on your shoulder, unconsciously. Damian continues to mutter something’s that you couldn’t catch and didn't care now. Since your priority right now was to make Damian feel better. But you didn’t know how. So, you thought for a few seconds, but nothing came up making you sigh.

“If it makes you feel any better, I have a shitty co-worker too.” This piqued Damian’s interest; making him look at you with curiosity and wonder.

“Really?” He asked wide eyed. You look at him confused and nod. “How bad are they?” He asked with a bit of happiness in his voice; which weird you out a bit. It didn’t help that he was little bit to close for your liking. You remembered all the times that you were alone with Robin and all the times that he accidentally almost killed you.

“Bad enough to severely crippled them. Why?” You growled, making Damian back off in surprise. He was not expecting you to react like that. Hell, he didn’t think you could even have those feelings. Damian always saw you as a harmless puppy. So, if you reacted like that it must have been bad. But then he remembered the question that you just asked him. He thought about it for a while, then looked away as if trying to hide something. “Please tell me that you did not think that you were the only one with this problem?” You asked with disbelieve. Damian’s eyes widened and continued to look around. Your eyes widen in shock, not believing what you were experiencing now. “You have got to be shitting me right now.”

“What?” Damain mummers in embarrassment.

“Damian do you really think that you are the only human being that has problems or are you just that conceited?”

“N-no. No, I did not! I understand others are worst of that I am!” He stuttered face slowly growing scarlet.

“Then why did you look at me like that?” You yelled.

“Like how?” Damian yelled back.

“Like as if you finally found someone who understood you!”

“I did!” He boomed. It made you look at him in shock. This made him look at you surprised as well, because it was rare for him to lose even a bit of composure as a civilian and your face. Your face looked frightened and that was never a good sign. It could mean that all both your and Damian’s efforts might have gone to waste. With this exchange silence began to take over allowing you both to calm down.

“But you made it seem like I don’t know it was about you. As if no one ever went through something like this.” You said calmly; feeling bad about yelling at him.

“Look [Name] I was surprised to know that someone like you also had to go through this. “He said in an apologetic tone, scratching the back of his head. You look at him confused and asked: “Like who?” in disgust. Damian noticed that he might have screwed up, so he defends himself by saying: “By that I mean someone not very annoying in my standards.”

“So, I’m not annoying?” You asked teasingly; wrapping your around his shoulder. Testing possible new waters

“Don’t push it [Last N].”

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