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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 3 months

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Damian has learned many things since joining the family. He's found joy in Gotham even fighting Rouges and stopping crime he's made more happy memories here than he did while in the league.

Although he will always love his mother and be grateful for everything she has taught him many of those skills have been retired and he can't say he's partically angry about it.

What he's truly enjoyed most is his family Father and Richard, even Todd when he cooks and lets him sketch the alley cats that frequent his terrace.

'So Baby Bat guessing you weren't invited to the brother meeting tonight".

The pencil rolls hitting the floor. Jason was half paying attention more focused on the pasta he's stirring.

"I don't understand, what do you mean by that Todd"

Now Jason knows he's not exactly kept up to date on all the family's lovely adventures. But he can't place why Damian's voice is shaking.

Or why his little brother seems so hurt a part of him wants to scoop him up and wrestle his problems back to wherever hell they came from. But something stops him.

"I figured you were here cause of Dickbird and Timmy aren't you" he says carefully.

" Why would Drake and Richard have anything to do with my presence here." He spits, pausing.

"Are they together, Richard said he had something important to do and why would that be with Drake."

"Shit Dami sorry I must have made a mistake on the day it's the 16th not the 23rd my bad. The thing with Timmy is next week photography or something."

"Idiotic as ever Todd I will go back to my drawing now."

Jason would feel more offended at the blatant dismissal if he hasn't just lied.

Because Baby Brothers shouldn't be told that they aren't Dickie birds little Robin always.

That Dick is taking Tim on their weekly getaway to gone only knows where. That always seems to end with blood and death.

That their eldest brother is more fucked up then all of them combined and that only one is trusted enough to see what that means.

That as kind as Dick and even Tim can be they aren't always like that. There angry, vengeful, sadistic little shits that burn as much as they warm.

How's do you explain to the kid who's thinks the sun shines out of someone's ass that they are off galivanting with the favorite brother.

That the kid got off lucky for trying to kill the golden apple.

You don't.

You make food and watch him sketch the cat who's seen almost as many fights at Jason himself.

Ingnore your own twisted jealousy and pretend you wouldn't cut off your own arm if replacement asked.

Because only one Bat is unaware of who's the deadlist of who is lurking in the shadows weaving.

It's not Jason's place and more importantly he can't destroy the very pedestal that Jason still worships.

"Come on Dami, stop bugging the fucking cat and come eat."

Who's he to explain about the brothers who would put each other above all others even their own.

How do you explain that if you weren't practically the son of the last flying Grayson you would be another hidden name on a list more guarded than Bruce's emotions and that you would be rotting six feet under dead at the hands of your beloved Richard.

#tim drake #batfamily #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne #batfam #bamf tim drake #bamf batfamily #Damian is Dicks son not his Brother #Jason is scared of both Dick and Tim #he should be #Dick and Tim are killing assassins #no one is invited to the party and Jason only knows cause he gets Drunk dialed

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bruciemilf · 3 months

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Hi, tbh all those Brutalia anons were just me. I love your Brutalia content and was wondering if you could post some Brutalia headcanons please :)

Actually, can I have more of these two little devoted bitches?

Canon that Bruce knows Talia by scent; If she uses another parfume, bathes with another body wash or silky oil, he knows. And he’ll call it out, because it makes his skin itch. But yknow. In bruce language.

“If you go missing, your chance of being found decreases by 40% if a body feature is altered.” “A good detective would find me with a 20%.” “Hn.”

Talia is a worse cook than Bruce is; She’s like, the one person in the world who beats him at being bad in the kitchen. The woman burned an entire egg to ashes. Without a drop of oil.

The other one being Stephanie.

Talia will be a cat and follow Bruce around like. Everywhere. She cloaks herself in shadows and just kinda stalks him in a tabby cat way. Bruce absolutely knows she’s there, ofc

Talia has full access to the honorary Bat Bed. I think their love language would be sleeping. There’s a certain loyalty into allowing someone experience you at your most vulnerable.

It starts off with just the two of them: Then pitter patter steps gently creak against the wood and they have to pretend they don’t hear it. Damian gets very self-conscious about his stealth walk.

Anyway Dami crawls between his parents because allegedly, that’s what children are supposed to do. Not at all because he craves affection, no.

#I love them ^^#bruce wayne #dc #talia al ghul #brutalia #dc comics #batman #text post #batfamily #text #writing

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makethatelevenrings · 10 months

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Rest // D. Grayson x gn!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: illness, mentions of child assassins, not Titans!verse I just think Brenton is pretty

Summary: You’re feeling sick but refuse to admit you are. Damian intervenes and makes sure Dick is aware of the problem.

This is apart of Assassin!verse that you can read here

You had been shot, stabbed, poisoned, thrown through windows, and broken numerous bones, but for some reason, this sore throat was going to be the end of you. When you woke up that morning, it started as a simple scratchy throat that had bloomed into some demonic rash of pain that coated your throat and made every swallow feel like knives scraping against your skin.

“You are unwell,” Damian observed. You ignored him in favor of jabbing the small needle through the taut fabric and tugging it down. Cass had recommended embroidery as a hobby you should try out and you found that it was soothing, fun, and an outlet for you. After spending years surrounded by silence and met with anger if you spoke out of turn, sometimes you needed to retreat from the constant noise of the Wayne Manor.

While you had your apartment in Bludhaven, some problems in Gotham required the both of you, and Haley of course, to stay at the Manor for a few days.

Where two of the family members attended school and the others interacted with the public every single day.

So, of course, you got sick.

You stabbed the point into the fabric once more and pulled it taut. You hoped that Tim would like the screaming possum design you were making for him. He loved sending you those memes and delighted in the fact that he gets to teach you about memes and pop culture.

“I’m fine.” You internally winced at how rough your voice sounded. Nothing screamed “picture of health” more than sounding like you were choking on gravel. Your head pounded, the ache radiating at your temples and along the sides, and your nose felt like cotton was shoved up there. All in all, you felt miserable. All you wanted to do was go back to the queen sized mattress shoved in Dick’s old bedroom and sleep for a thousand years.

But Dick, Bruce, and Tim were all making appearances at a gala to collect intel and you needed to stay awake so you could assist if something happened. What if the gala was under attack? Or what if they needed a quick getaway? Or what if-

The couch dipped as Damian crawled onto the cushion next to you. He settled in comfortably, Alfred the cat resting comfortably in his arms, and blinked up at you with those wide eyes of his. You set your embroidery down and gave him your full attention.

While Dick was your closest friend, companion, and lover, Damian understood you better than anyone aside from Cass. Damian knew what it was like to be trained from a young age. When Dick first brought you to Wayne Manor, bloodied and weak and still as fiercely on guard, Damian was the first person to gain your trust aside from Dick. And if this kid was your boyfriend’s brother, then dammit, he was your little brother too.

“When I first came to live with Father, he sat me down one day and told me that it is one thing to know when to be on guard and ready. But it’s another thing to live your life always on edge waiting for the next attack. Father helped me realize that I was living my life feeling like I was never safe made me sure that I would never be safe. He assured me that he and the family would never let anything happen to me.”

Your mind was cloudy with fatigue and fever, but you nodded slowly as you tried to grasp what he meant. “Okay…?”

Damian turned to face you fully, the little tuxedo cat in his lap snuggling in closer to his owner’s arms. “We would never let anything happen to you or to one another. You can rest.”

You swallowed painfully against your aching throat and offered him a tight smile. “Thank you, Dami. I’m fine.”

He huffed and climbed off the couch. “You’re not fine. I am telling Pennyworth.”

“Don’t!” The exclamation left you so quickly that he looked at you with more concern than before. “He’s busy right now. He doesn’t need to be bothered with a little sniffle. Please don’t tell him. I swear I’m fine.”

He stared at you, doubt written all over his face, and then sighed. “You are more stubborn than Richard. It’s a miracle the two of you get anything done.”

With that, Damian and Alfred the cat exited the room. Silence fell over the leather furniture and aging books once more. You inhaled deeply, fighting against the stabbing pain of your sinuses, and focused on your embroidery once more.

It wasn’t a half hour before the door to the library flew open. Dick strode in, impeccably dressed in a perfectly tailored tuxedo. Damian. That little rat.

“I’m fine!” you insisted. Damian peeked out from around the doorframe and you, the adult, stuck your tongue out at him. He merely smirked and disappeared, probably to go find his next victim.

“Richard, I am fine,” you snapped. He ignored your protests and laid the back of his hand against your cheek before doing the same to your forehead. You shuddered at the cool touch of his skin against yours and he immediately stepped back.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dick demanded.

“Because I knew you would blow it out of proportion and make a big deal out of nothing,” you retorted.

“You’re burning up. And Damian said your lungs rattled a bit when you took a breath.”

“Damian’s a trained liar.”

“Stop with the bullshit!” His outburst caused you to pause. It really wasn’t that big of a deal. You had been in much worse condition than a little cold.

“I don’t understand what I did wrong,” you said quietly. Therapy with Dinah was helping you express your emotions, as she said. It helped in times like this. Dick’s face crumpled and then he pulled on the mask of assuredness that you were used to seeing. He crouched down so you were face to face rather than him towering over you.

“You don’t have to act like everything is fine, Buttercup. You’re allowed to let your guard down. You’re allowed to get sick.”

“But I can’t,” you blurted out. “If I’m sick and you or one of the others needs me-”

“We have legions of people that can help us,” he interrupted. Dick reached up to gently cup your cheek in the palm of his hand. “You are allowed to rest.”

“My head hurts,” you admitted.

He smiled that crooked grin of his and you shut your eyes, inhaling deeply. He stroked gentle lines across your face and of course he was still there once you opened your eyes once more.

“I’m tired.”

He stood, his hand falling from your cheek and entangling itself with your free hand. You set the embroidery down on the coffee table and stood. Before you could take one step, Dick swept you into his arms and started down the hall towards the bedrooms.

“You realize that I’m going to coddle you until you’re back to normal?”

You tightened your grip on his neck and grinned. “Can we watch Riverdale?”

“I’m going to throw Timmy off of a fucking roof for introducing you to that show.”

Tag List: @someoneimsure @perpetual-fangirl900 @visagebrise @cursedandromedablack @alexxavicry @the-wayward-daughter @raging-trash-of-mind @bunny-kawa @khaylin27

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #assassinverse

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meowmeowmeowmeow4x · 23 days

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Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun part 6

Pain throbbed from every part of his body. Teal blood leaked from where his scales had been ripped off, and fins torn in two, but the adrenaline was in full swing. Danny forced his eyes open in spiteful glaring. This was a new low even for Skulker.

Danny shifted his body. Thank Jane Austen that Damian hadn’t taken much of the impact, and curse her too for him being right about the dolphins. Danny shoved the kid behind him, even as he clutched his torn up side.

“Phantom, you’re injur-“

“Get behind me.” Danny snapped, putting an inhuman growl into his words. Dami went uncharacteristically quiet at the command.

Skulker loomed overhead, smug bastard. Guy gloats about skinning a fourteen-year-old for sport, fails, then comes back for a ten-year-old instead.

“It is I, Skulker, the greatest hunter in the ocean, and these are hunting dogs.” The dolphins circled around him, even bumping noses with his suit and accepting pats Ugh. As if he couldn’t get any grosser. “And you, Damian Wayne, have a lovely fish tank back at my cabin reserved just for you.”

Danny let magic build up in his arms. All his willpower went into not flinching from the searing pain as stressed muscles took on even more strain. “C-can it Skulker. I thought you were creepy enough with the pelt thing, now you’re outdoing even Vlad, and that’s a fucking achievement. Maybe you should get a cat?”

Skulker slammed his foot on the floor, if there had been a floor. “THE OCEAN’S GREATEST HUNTER DOES NOT NEED A CAT! PERISH!”

Skulker’s suit opened up at the back to reveal blinking torpedo tubes. Danny unleashed his cold magic along the net. The rope flash froze. Pain surged through his tail, but Danny pushed through and launched out with Damian in tow, shattering the ice.

The dolphins squealed again, but with Danny surging out of range, it barely did any damage.

“Damian, take this!” Danny yelled. He unhooked the wrist ray from his utility belt and shoved it into Damian’s hands. “It goes on your wrist. Press the button to arm it. Clench your fist to fire!”

Danny clicked and whistled. The landscape reflected his calls back at him.

His lateral line spiked with energy. Danny swerved to the side just as a torpedo sailed past him. Damian leaned to the side and aimed the wrist way behind them. Watery explosions erupted and sent shockwaves catapulting them further. Holy shit, where did this kid learn to shoot a wrist gun?! Danny’s line alerted him to two bodies overhead. The dolphins were gaining on them quick.

“I’m gonna flip. Hold on tight!” Belly up, Danny fired three quick beams. Two of them missed and hit the surface. One snagged a dolphin right in the tail. It tumbled out of control and crashed into its partner with a distressed click. In his arms, Damian gasped auidibly.

Danny clicked in a high pitch, almost inaudible to humans. He sped along the seafloor south. He kept clicking, and clicking, making sure he was right. A volley of energy beams cascaded down and Danny zigzagged between them. A shot hit its mark. His sail burned as it tore a hole in it. They needed some space fast.

A spear formed in his hand. Danny went belly up again. He took a moment to aim his shot. Skulker fired another torpedo. With an overhead throw, the spear took off and hit the torpedo straight on. A second spear went at blinding speed and puncture Skulker in one of his boosters. A third one impaled him straight on in the leg. Skulker cried out.

Just ahead of them, Danny spotted their salvation. The trench he detected earlier!

With one last look at the hunter, Danny dived into the trench. As much as the guy prided himself a master of the hunt, even the ocean’s pressure would squeeze him like a grape. As the adrenaline faded from his body, and the colour faded from his vision, Danny made for the first cave he saw. With the last of his strength, he entered the cave, before crashing to the floor.

“Damian, need food, to heal..”

“Phantom? Phantom?!” Damian cried out. The older boy’s gills still moved. He could still feel Phantom’s pulse under his wrist.

Damian didn’t even catch himself warbling in terror. Damian tore through Phantom’s pockets. He tossed supplies and tools out until he located the bandages. The bandages went around whatever wounds he could reach, but Phantom was so large he couldn’t even push him to a more even position. It took all Damian’s strength just to lift the older boy enough to bring the bandages around his body.

Damian heaved shallow breaths as he worked. “Phantom, are you awake? Please, listen to me.” But Phantom did not stir.

Damian’s vision went blurry, and his eyes felt slimy and wet and clogged. He wiped the pearlescent tear away, but paused at the teal blue stain on his green-scaled hand. Phantom’s blood. He stared at Phantom’s sail, its spine snapped in two in some places, and torn up like a tattered blanket in others. His breath itched in his throat. Phantom’s gills looked raw, and it was clear they were struggling. Damian’s felt like they were cramping. He didn’t dare touch the sail, or the gills, nor any of his other fins, for he didn’t have the faintest clue what to do with them. His ignorance would only damage them further.

Just as his ignorance had caused this disaster in the first place…

Suddenly, he felt very, very small. Damian’s head flicked between the mouth of the cave, deep enough that it appeared like twilight even though it was mid-afternoon, and to Phantom. Phantom needed stitches, and more bandages, and disinfectant, none of which they had access to. Phantom had packed up almost everything in his home base except the thermos, and somehow he barely had any medical supplies. Frustration welled up in Damian until he wanted to scream.

Damian shot off, but stopped himself inches before the exit. What would he even do? This trench was a wasteland as far as the eye could see. How could one call a hospital in the middle of the Pacific? And even if there was help out there, a primal fear crawled out from the back of Damian’s brain. The thought of leaving the safety of this cave became unnaturally terrifying. Against his wishes, fears of predators lurking in every direction consumed his mindscape, of human fishermen casting nets from above. The darkness of the cave beckoned to him with promises of warm and comfort far away from the dangers of the ocean.

Damian backed away from the mouth. His mouth hung open in horror. Hot tears continued to pour out, despite his attempts to bat them away. His body was weak, his only companion out of commission with no way to save him, and even his very mind was faltering.

And this time he couldn’t even blame it on anyone but himself. He was weak. He let his guard down twice and now he couldn’t even be rational about it. All he could feel was pulsing dread and the tears that just intensified the more he tried to push them back.

Damian laid his head upon Phantom’s tail. He stared blankly through his flesh and counted his bones as he simply let go. Damian cried for the second time in five years, openly and in total remorse. Father would be disappointed. Mother would be disappointed. Pennyworth and Richard would be disappointed.

Damian lost count of how long he spent like this. It could’ve been hours. The tears hardened into shiny beads that piled up on the floor. The pile grew to four inches of height.

The world-ending anguish faded away into a dull ache, a numb sorrow. The faintest motion caught his eye. Damian startled. Blinking the residual tears away, Damian scanned his surroundings, only to find no soul but them.

Another movement. It was Phantom’s hip fins. His translucent skin had showed clearly the fracture bone of the right fin underneath, but Damian could’ve sworn there was one fewer crack than before.

The fin jerked upward. Damian watched in real time as another crack in the bone mended itself before his very eyes. It was mesmerizing.

All around Phantom’s body, the worst of the worst injuries were beginning to heal. By observing from a different angle, Damian could even see wounds sealing underneath the bandages.

However, only a minute passed before the healing slowed down. And then it stalled.

Damian had a solid idea why. Phantom needed energy. They had paused for a brief snack in the morning, and had nothing else the eat up until now. Phantom was starving and accelerated healing was worthless without nutrients to sustain it.

Suddenly, Damian found himself with a new mission. He wiped the last of his tears, sniffed the last of his sniffles, and armed himself. The Anti-Creep Stick and Wrist Ray slotted neatly into his makeshift utility belt, along with a flashlight, and Phantom’s knife. The older siren had vehemently denied Damian a chance at wielding it, deeming the Anti-Creep Stick to be more age-appropriate. Damian would show him now…

However, his new bravado met its match as he paused at the threshold. The closer he got to the outside world, the stronger and stronger that primal fear roared in the deepest part of his brain. Each inch was like sinking through pitch. What would he do if Skulker returned? What would he do if some ancient ocean predator decided to snack on his flesh? Maybe he should just-

No! He could not!

Priming his muscles, Damian shot out of the cave as fast as he could muster, fast enough that he had no time to second-guess his decision. The fear peeked at fever pitch, instinctual warnings build up from eons of siren evolution blaring like the Watchtower in an alien invasion, now ignored. Once he found himself outside the cave, he steeled his resolve, and swam forth into the unknown.

He had to make this up to Phantom, somehow.

#dpxdc #danny fenton #damian wayne #merman #dcxdp #merboy #angst #mermaid au #transformation angst #smol sirens instinctively seek out dark and closed spaces to stay safe #mer damian #mer danny #skulker #canon typical violence #danny kinda goes savage in this one #he's 50% more violent partially because siren instincts #partially because hero instincts #i wrote this at 2 am

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lazycats-stuff · 7 months

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Batbro rwader who gets the flu or has bad fever but refuses to rest and still wants to go on patrol? (2nd youngest like 2 years older than dami) PRETTY PLEASEEEEE

Yup yup. Lol Bruce has to keep an eye out.

Summary: (Y/N) gets sick. He still wants to go on patrol.

Warnings: sick fic, fluff, attempt at comedy

There is something in Gotham that makes every single person shudder. Something that comes during the fall and the winter. What that might be, I hear you asking?

Flu.

It's a silent killer, just sweeping through homes and making the kids sick. And sometimes adults, but they are more durable than kids. Who is this years victim?

(Y/N). He hated being sick more than anything in this world. Also him being sick meant that he is going to stay home and stay off of patrol. But there is another issue.

(Y/N) wants to go out on patrol every night, enjoy the feeling of the city, enjoy putting bad guys behind bars and he loved investigating. It made his brain tickle in the right way.

But this stupid flu made his brain slow down. He sighed through his mouth, because his nose was stuffed beyond belief. His brothers laughed at his sighs, but they left him alone because (Y/N) didn't want to be pestered.

Also, he is confined to his room so that is really nice. And it gave him some time to think about sneaking into the cave. He needs to go on patrol or he will lose his mind.

He took of the covers off of himself and stood up. It was difficult, but he would manage. He opened his door, freezing when he saw Jason in the hall, leaning on the wall.

" And where do you think you're going? " Jason asked, crossing his arms.

(Y/N) sighed as he turned back to go into his room. Jason smirked.

He muttered a good boy as he watched him close his door. His job is done now. It's up to everyone else to do their job now.

Damian was sitting in Bruce's office in the complete darkness. He knew that (Y/N) would come here in order to get to the cave. He knew that Todd sent him to his room an hour ago, but that didn't deter (Y/N) from getting into the cave.

He was petting his cat, Pennyworth, sitting down on Bruce's chair. He listened for the footsteps in the hall. He recognized Bruce's and Dick's and he continued listening.

He heard (Y/N), smirking to himself. He didn't know why he would want to go on patrol while sick, it would be a distraction and he could get hurt.

But father was just like that too. Never resting, saying that there is always something to do. It made everyone in the house go nuts when Bruce was injured or sick, Alfred specifically.

But (Y/N) was probably even worse.

Damian looked up from Pennyworth when he heard the door opening. He turned on the lights, making (Y/N) sigh.

" Not you too Dames? " (Y/N) asked, voice gruffy and nose red as blood.

" Yes. Do you really think that we are going to let you go out on patrol? Move it. " Damian ordered, pointing at the door.

(Y/N) grumbled something as he left the office. Damian smirked as he pet Pennyworth.

(Y/N) finally managed to sneak into the cave. He was quiet as a mouse, passing Dick and Tim so quietly that he could pass as a shadow. He moved to the locker room, wanting to get to his suit. But Dick and Tim were prepared.

(Y/N) took a deep breath as his suit wasn't there. Instead, there is a little note, saying ' No patrol for you, you need rest little bird. Your beloved brothers. '

(Y/N) wanted to scream from the frustration, but he knew that his throat would kill him from the pain alone. Tim and Dick turned to each other, smirking.

" Looking for something? " Dick joked, making (Y/N) glare at him.

" I think you should go back to bed. " Tim said, smirking.

" So help me God, if one more person tells me that I have to go back to bed, I will kill them. " (Y/N) said, turning around. He walked back to the surface.

Dick and Tim smirked to each other. (Y/N) is going to thank them in the end.

#dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #batfamily #jason todd x male reader #batkids #red hood x male reader #tim drake x male reader #red robin x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #nightwing x male reader #damian wayne x male reader #robin x male reader

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fishfingersandjellybabies · 2 months

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I got my wisdom teeth out today. When I got home from my surgery this morning, I was still a bit loopy, and while my boyfriend was unlocking the door, I heard the neighbor’s dog barking, so I went up to their open window and started telling the dog about how i got my wisdom teeth out. I tell you this because I was just thinking I totally feel like Damian would do something like that 😂

I feel like Dami with that post wisdom teeth surgery high would be so funny, ESPECIALLY if he got the surgery as an adult like I did, so it was the boyfriend (Jon, of course) taking care of him instead of Bruce or Alfred. The shenanigans would be 😂😂

oh, you KNOW that the brothers are SO READY for post-wisdom teeth Damian. They're ready to record every second.

That's why Bruce put Damian under Jon's care, to save him a little dignity. So while he distracts them, Jon is the designated driver etc.

Meanwhile Damian higher than a kite is just crying in the passenger seat about how much he loves Jon and would kill for him and how Jason said they'd never work out but they ARE and they DID and Damian can't wait to marry Jon one day, and then starts crying harder because he imagined how handsome Jon will look on their wedding day.

They get back home and Damian just goes and lays in the grass with their dog and Jon lets their cat out of the house to join them. Jon just stands there drinking something and waving awkwardly at neighbors as Damian just lays in the grass with the animals, and calling to birds to be his friend.

(I hope you're recovering well! I still have my wisdom teeth and I'm dreading the day the dentists finally say I have to get them out 😭)

#jondami #damian wayne #jonathan kent #also shippy headcanons #my favorite 'wisdom teeth' video is markiplier's it's just so cute #asks #anon

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melonlthawne · 3 months

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Here’s some babian headcanons to quell my anxiety. Bart girlies scroll on but be warned they’ll probably be tons of baby Bart stuff tomorrow as I cope with whatever my exam score is-

This is in no particular order I’m just vibing.

Very obviously babian is extremely attached to dick. He needs to be around dick constantly and if he has to be away from his bro for too long there will definitely be crying/a meltdown/ damian probably trying to fight and or sway anyone who tries to pry him away from dick. Dick finds it sweet, funny, and a little worrying all at once. But no one wants to deal with an enraged baby with the worst stink eye imaginable so everyone just tries to prevent them from being seperated. It’s just easier that way

Damian sort of enjoys being around everyone else. He’ll deal with Bruce. No real reaction either way with Jason, Steph, duke, cass. Alfred and Talia get more love than the others but not as much as dick. Tim is……Tolerated. It would probably depend on Damian’s mood . Which, likely is easy to agitate

Bat glare and bat pout are hard to resist!!!

Batfam would get him only the most precious stupid little outfits usually Nightwing/Batman/Robin themed but also maybe lord of animal ones too like cats!! Alfred would probably try to get babian in one of those dumb little baby suits that have no real purpose besides looking cute. They take a photo of it and it’s just hung on the fridge!

If dick goes in one direction and puts damian down for a moment damian will follow. Limited movement be damned that little guy will go as fast as he can so he can make himself known to dick again and/or attach himself to his leg with as much dexterity as possible . So not much but he’s trying

The idea of Bruce taking damain with him to some sort of meeting is also very funny and super cute. Just Bruce sitting in a meeting room surrounded by people with papers and tablets talking about finances and business garbage while there is a little baby in Bruce’s arms (the little suit comes in handy) who is just Glaring at people. He is the boss. The boss baby

Damian would lose it at the zoo. Dick has no restraint and cannot say no so they leave the gift shop with one of those impractical giant lion plushes that is like lifesized and Damian insists on sleeping with it .

Dick n Dami sleep together a lot !!! Most of the time dick will just do whatever tasks he’s doing to bide time and just lets Dami hang with him since it’s harmless.

Ugh just the family going on stupid trips with babian…..

Talia visits or more like sneaks in to just hang out with her baby boy!!! Gives him a (plush) sword since he can’t have his actual sword. Probably sings to him.

Tim gets kicked in the face by babian whenever the unfortunate situation ensues in Tim having to watch or take care of him for some time. Damian chooses violence!

Anyway these are all over the place I’m exhausted and very baby fever-y have a nice night

#damian wayne #damian wayne al ghul #dick grayson #richard grayson #nightwing #Batman #batman and robin #bruce wayne #Tim drake #talia al ghul #baby damian wayne #batfam #batfamily #Robin #red robin #batkids #bat family #robin rambles

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tiredandwireds-blog · 3 months

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@jennalistening i got u

Ok here's a list of all the best Dick and Damian(mostly with father/son dynamics) fics imo. Pls dont judge me.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40095006

The Stowaway (5099 words) by LittleLadybugs

Short sweet and fluffy! Damian sneaks a cat into the penthouse and struggles to keep it hidden. At least Dick always has his back!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32923282

Emergency Contact by DawnsEternalLight for grousemouse

Hilarious and cute! Damian gets attacked on a school trip and is just the way youd expect him to be lol. Dick freaks out ofc

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49322866

my shoulders are heavy already by a_alene

Ughhh its sooo goodddd! Damian and Dick sickfic cannot recommend enoughhh plsplspls read ittt

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36304804

a chance to celebrate by emavee

So cuteee! The batfam throws a party to celebrate Dick adopting Damian. Its such a cute story that gives insight into each characters feelings and its also fluffy as hell!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46392967

Father's Day (we were the best) by InkpotSprite

Damian decides to celebrate Dick on Mother's and Father's Day lol cute and absolutely hilarious!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40260231

I'll Carry You by BrickSheep

BrickSheep puts it best with the tag Comfort No Hurt. Its exactly as the title says dick carries damian and i get a rush of dopamine lol

https://archiveofourown.org/series/890946

I Saw Grayson Kissing Santa Claus by pupeez4eva

Damian becomes convinced Santa is after Dick Bruce is confused and Jason is evil. So pretty par for the course lol. Tbh tho this fic had me laughing so hard my sides hurt an absolute beautiful nightmare to read

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51531457

The Ping-Pong Wars by fadesfanfic

Stephanie and Damian bonding! Dick being worried over Damian! And oh the shenanigans! Its beautiful and sweet and funny and iloveitsomuchhh

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28186434

Paint Cans and Sneaking Out by CarrionCarnival

Damian sneaks out to do some graffiti and tries not to get caught lol. Cute and fun. A whole new look for Damian that I loveee

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22544392

The R Stands for – by Cirth

A beautifully written look into Damian's adjustment to his new home. Honestly made me cry ngl but sometimes you need that

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52221118

Obsolete Tools and Tangible Miseries by Corybantic

Ok we def in angst territory now gang! Damian thinks hes nothong but a weapon and Dick helps convince him otherwise. Read at your own risk cause i was sobbinggg

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37052449

the city without stars in its skies by Alienu

Ok i literally just reread this one anddd. Ughhhh im dyingggg. Damian is sent to kill Officer Dick Grayson you see where this is goinggg its so gooddd plsreadplsreadplsread

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40538418

Home Is Where the Heart Is by LittleLadybugs

Ok ill admit this ones more batfam focused then just dick and dami but still. So good. Dick is adopted by Slade not Bruce and goes running to blüdhaven to hide from him. Sadly the Birds wont leave hime alone

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22395412

Not by Blood, Maybe by Heart by Ellegrine

Ok we back to fluff now lol. Damian loves his brothers even if he never says it. In this fic he shows it by protecting Dicks honor lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18296282

Still the Best by Cdelphiki

3 great fics all in one spot! Literally some of the best stuff ive ever read! Iloveitiloveitiloveit pls readdd

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10918887

Catch Me (All Records Indicate) by Engineerd

The evolution of the nickname lil D. Cute and so sweet. Short but such a comfort read

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29866386

This Too Shall Pass by DarthPeezy

Just oh. just so so goodddd. Another gorgeous look at Damian adjusting to his new life with the batfam tho this one is more plot directed and ohmygosh did that plot have me in a death grip

And finally my top 2 fav fics:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19718083

Throughout Infinity by flumen

Damian is sent to an alternate universe and meets young justice Dick and crew. Ok no summary i can do will do this fic justice just know i read this in one sitting and immediately felt my sense of priorities and my mind shift. No joke this changed me.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2021464

3:16 by partingxshot

AAAHHHH

Ok now i can talk abt this. Im in the process of rereading this AGAIN bc i literally cannot be left alone. Ok quick summary: each chapter follows Dick and Damian adjusting to their new life as Batman and Robin. I feel like most everyone who is in love with the dynamic between Dick and Damian has read this fic but i cant leave it out bc its literally my fav fic EVER. i will never be normal abt this fic if you havent read it yet plspls do

#pls why did i spend so much time on thisss #i had to tell my sister to not perceive me as i wrote this #i hope someone likes this bc otherwise #imma be so upset #at myself #dynamic duo 2.0: what would you do without me?#batman dick grayson #dick grayson #robin damian #damian wayne #batfamily #fic rec #ao3 #fanfiction #oh gosh whats wrong with me #pls someone want this so ik im not insane

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80linesofvirgil · 1 year

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Do all your characters have names/backstories yet? I'd loooove to hear them!!

Ok let's fuckin do dis.

This is Warwick the ranger. He/him. Raised in the countryside by a miller who found him as a baby floating in a boat. Possibly an heir to the throne. Drinks too much. Wants to be a slut but a bit too insecure to follow through.

This is Mersilde the Sorceress. She/her. Raised as a herb witch in the wilderness by her grandfather. Discovered and trained by the previous magical advisor to the throne, the position to which she has recently ascended.

This is Dami the Paladin. She/her/they/them. Born of a noble house. Likes to punch above her weight class. Renowned draugr slayer. Enjoys tournaments a little too much, reigning champion in the sword and shield bouts for three years running.

This is Frett the Bard. Half-orc. He/him. Abandoned as a baby at a tavern in a busy town and raised by its halfling innkeeper. Learned his bardic and bedroom skills from the many wandering bards who frequented said tavern. Absolute himborc. Wants you to enjoy his baking. Frequently forgets how big he is.

This is Reuben the rogue. He/him. Trans. Raised in a thieves guild. Sardonic, deadly, guarded, big cat energy but secretly just wants you to hold him in your big strong green arms.

Shabbir the mage. They/them. Naturally magically gifted, fled their home city where they grew up as a street orphan. Learned the ways of the nobility and is now a magical advisor to the throne.

David the knight. He/him. Working class hero. Worked his way from squire to knighthood. Second place in the tournament circuit for the last three years. Would like to slay a dragon.

Prince Kirian. He/him. Heir to the throne. Complete slut, tamed by the charms and backtalk of Shabbir. Loves his horses and his armour. Rumours of a lost twin.

Aaaaaaaand more to come 🤠

#asks #gay fantasia #worldbuilding #my ocs

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devine-fem · 5 months

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whats ur biggest damijon hc

biggest? no idea. my hc are usually boring asf and any headcanons i do have get put into a fic some where down the line.

i just have a bunch of headcanons altnerating through my head.

the most recent i was thinking about jon having a habit of collecting things. i headcanon jon keeps trinkets that just happen to belong to damian in one of his drawers, he has robin batarangs, he has a torn out page of dami’s sketch book, he has a picture of them together ofc, he also keeps love letters in there, not written by him but girls in his school that asked jon to give them to damian, lastly i feel like he has torn out pages of his diary he’s too anxious to leave around inside that drawer… its a hobby he tells himself, its no concern most of those things relate to damian. (ill post this today seperste from this post)

i also headcanon that damian subconsciously tries to climb jon at times and jon doesn’t even bat an eye to it because his kryptonian biology makes him numb to it

i also headcanon that damian will perch up/sit on one of jon’s shoulders when he’a lazy, just like a bird

i also feel like damian is subconsciously clingy, nuzzling up to jon like a cat at times.

i also feel like after a mission damian gets all nervous and looks around like hes bracing for an attack and his teammates are confused as to whats wrong but suddenly theres a streak of blue and jon’s crashing into damian with a hug sending him feet across the ground. which damian was expecting the whole time

i headcanon that damian climbs through jon’s window and sneaks up to him to give him a kiss while jon pretends he didnt know cause that would ruin the fun

i headcanon for the span of like weeks damian and jon had this inside joke where damian would speak in arabic and jon would speak in kryptonese.

and thats putting aside the possibility theyll call each other pet names in those languages

headcanon damian as the little spoon

headcanon jon’s terrified of horror movies even though hes a superhero and damian can’t focus on movies because his eyes are always stuck on jon’s expressions

headcanon that damian will get art block but he can still draw jon for some reason

headcanon that damian does all the house work like sewing jon’s capes and helping him get dressed in the morning

headcanon that damian hates kissing jon first because the act of getting on his tippy toes is mortifying

imagine jon getting his cape put on with the help of damian and damian’s somewhat struggling to do it due to his height so jon spreads his legs apart like he’s doing the splits to meet his height

jon is still stuck in his crush phase and gawks at damian

jon says “damian deprived” unironically like its a condition

its canon that they watch anime together so its fun thinking of the type of stuff theyd watch

jon asks before he does anything “can i kiss you” “can i see you” “can i hug you” ugh, i love it so much

they love to cuddle, fish, nap or talk on the back of goliath for no reason just because it feels homey since it was the first few things they did when they met

thats a few

#jondami #damian wayne #jon kent #supersons #jonathan kent #super sons #damijon #jondami headcanons #asks

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cutiecorner · 6 months

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Baby Bat

ficlet • regressor! Damian, Caregiver! Bruce, Caregiver! Alfred

@hehdjeudud said: "This was AMAZING!! I’ve been looking for someone who could write fics like this for awhile! If you have time it’d be lovely if you could write about Bruce and Alfred comforting a super regressed Damian through being and sleepy/fussy! <3"

Y'all know I had to do this request!! More baby Dams under the cut <3

Being regressed was not something Damian allowed himself to feel often. The circumstances had to be just right - An empty house (save for Bruce and Alfred), no danger he needed to attend to, all duties taken care of - he was only allowed to regress when every qualification was met. Considering that almost never happened, Damian was a bit unfamiliar with the ups and downs of regression. Hence his current predicament. Speaking was a lot more difficult than he wanted it to be, and his stomach really hurt. He had no idea why, he just wanted it to go away, and with his current mental state being barely a year old this was a near insurmountable task.

“Mmm-mm! Mmm-mm!” Damian smacked the pacifier out of his father’s hand, shaking his head vigorously.

“No?” Bruce asked, “I’m not sure what you want. Can you use your words, big boy?”

No, Damian could not currently use his words - and he wasn’t a big boy, wasn’t that the whole point of this exercise? He was a baby right now, why couldn’t his father understand that? He continued to shake his head, feeling his face go hot as tears welled up in his eyes. Why wasn’t anyone listening to him?

“Oh, pup,” Alfred cooed, kneeling down to Damian and Bruce’s level. He put a hand on Bruce’s shoulder, “Let me try, lad.”

Pspsps, Alfred pinched his fingers together and beckoned Alfred the cat, who had been relaxing on the couch, toward him. The cat leaped off of his perch and sauntered toward the trio, laying down for pets.

“Look, pumpkin, kitty. Can you pet the kitty? Gentle?”

Damian opened his teary eyes to find his favorite feline in front of him. He softly babbled, reaching a shaky hand out to pet the cat. He ran his hands through the smooth, soft fur, and soon his breathing had calmed.

“There he is,” his father said, rubbing Damian’s back soothingly.

A few tears still spilled down Damian’s cheeks, but he was feeling a little bit calmer. At least kitty was here. He grabbed at the air in the cat’s direction, wanting to hold it. Bruce picked him up and set him in his lap, followed by Alfred the cat climbing up onto Damian’s leg. Damian cooed again, flapping his hands gently. Bruce pet the cat and cuddled Damian close. Damian’s hand almost made it to his mouth, but it was stopped by Alfred and replaced with a clean pacifier. Bruce rocked Damian a little, humming. Once they were settled, he asked,

“Alright, chum, all better now. Was the kitty what you wanted?”

Damian almost forgot about his tummy ache. It still hurt, and growled in response. He rubbed his tummy, his face scrunched up in distaste.

“Oh, is this what’s bothering you? Poor baby,” Alfred soothed, “I’ll go get you some medicine.”

Alfred disappeared, and Damian didn’t like that. He started to fuss again, wriggling in Bruce’s lap, but Bruce cuddled him closer to calm him down.

“He’ll be right back Dami, Alfie isn’t going anywhere.”

Alfred was back as soon as he could, with medicine and a bottle of milk in hand. He spooned out a bit of pepto, holding it up to Damian’s mouth.

“Uh-uh!” Damian grimaced away from the pink liquid.

“It’ll make your tummy feel better,” Bruce explained, bouncing Damian encouragingly.

Damian slowly turned his head back, and after much pouting, took the medicine. It was immediately followed by the warm bottle, which made it go down easier. Dami examined the bottle to find it was patterned with little bats.

“Buh- Bah man!” he babbled.

Alfred and Bruce chuckled, Bruce tapping Damian’s nose.

“Baby bat.”

#agere #fandom agere #agere fandom #dc agere #batman agere #agere fanfiction #agere fanfic #baby dami

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