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plagues02 · 4 months

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An Unexpected Suprised

Summary: Edward feels insecure about his weight gain, and Selina is there to make him feel better. However, something else is on his mind. Characters: Edward Nygma, Selina Kyle, Jonathan Crane, Jervis Tetch Ships: Riddlecat, Hattercrow, Scribbler(past) CW: Trans Pregnancy Word Count: 2,970 Note: This was written back in 2021 and originally posted on Ao3

"Selina, don't you think I've gained weight?" Ed mumbled while looking at himself in the mirror.

Selina looked over from her spot on the couch to take in the appearance of her long-term lover. With a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair stuck to his forehead, it was clear he just left the shower, finally. The amount of times Catwoman has to remind the Riddler of his basic needs is astonishing. He was, according to himself, the smartest man to walk the Earth after all.

Selina's eyes trailed down Eddie's reflection in the body mirror. When he had moved in, he was unnaturally thin from the number of times he worked himself to near starvation. All the meals he would skip, all the microwave dinners he would make because it was quick and easy. Selina made sure her lover was well fed now.

With a hum coming from her throat, Selina got up from her seat and walked over to wrap her arms around his waist. Ed leaned his head back against her shoulder as she rested her head against his shoulder as well.

"You saw yourself when you got here," Selina mumbled, tilting her head to press small kisses on his neck.

"You've increased the amount of food I've been eating, yes. But I feel like I've gained more than I should," Ed mumbled, tilting his head to the side to give Selina more access.

Selina looked in the mirror to get a better look at her lover. The weight was mainly gained around his stomach and hips. Small love handles came out from the towel wrapped around him. His chest seemed to hang down a little more than normal, not that his chest was that big, to begin with.

The black-haired woman's hands explored Ed's body as she started to kiss up to his lips. After a soft kiss, Selina pressed their foreheads together with a small smile on her lips. Her hands landed on his hips.

"You look fine, kitty," she told him. "In fact, I think you look better with these." Selina gave his love handles a quick squeeze, causing a squeal to leave his lips.

"Seliiiinaaa," the Riddler whined.

Selina couldn’t help but laugh as Ed tried to wiggle away from her grip. The woman placed a hand on her lover’s cheek to make him look at her. Their lips met in a quick kiss.

“Go get dressed, kitty. It’s your turn to pick the movie,” she said with a small hum before letting him go.

The rest of the night went well with a lot of reassurance from Selina that Eddie looked just fine. His mind seemed elsewhere during parts of the movie, but it was always brought back with Selina’s attention.

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The next morning, Ed woke up before Selina. He left before she could wake up, leaving a note telling her where he was going. To an apartment about fifteen minutes away, the apartment that belonged to Jonathan Crane and Jervis Tetch.

The weight he was gaining was normal. Of course, someone as brilliant as him understood that as he ate more, he would gain weight, but add the fact that he had also felt ill. Eddie held tongue yesterday as it was date night, but the doctor could help him or at least advise him.

“Oh, Edward! What a surprise!” Jervis smiled at him as he realized who was on the other side of the door. “What brings you here?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Eddie explained, “I needed to speak with Jonathan.”

“Hm?” Jervis let out a small hum while looking at Ed’s expression before his smile turned into a small frown. “What’s wrong, Ed? Is everything okay?”

Jervis motioned him inside. The pair sat down on the couch after Jervis told him that Jonathan went for a walk with their dog.

“Ed, is everything okay? Selina, is she-”

“Selina’s fine. This isn’t about her… not directly,” the Riddler said with a small shake of his head.

Jervis's shoulders loosened as he let out a small sigh of relief. He then looked the taller man up and down, checking for any injury. There was one. Edward Nigma looked surprisingly healthy for a man who could barely feed himself alone.

"Then what is it?" Jervis asked with a head tilt.

Edward shifted in his seat, leaning against the arm of the couch. Jervis waited patiently while the younger tried to find his wording. He watched as Ed opened and closed his mouth multiple times before speaking.

"My birth control ran out a month ago, and I haven't been able to get any more yet. Selina knows this, and we've been even more careful lately. We haven’t slept together recently, only for our anniversary which was a few days after I ran out,” Ed spoke sheepishly before pausing.

"Ed, you're not about to say what I think you are, are you?" Jervis leaned slightly closer while Ed looked over to meet his eyes.

"I think I may be pregnant," Ed confirmed Jervis's suspicion and explained why he was there in the first place. Jonathan always kept medical supplies at home for the rogues who needed help. From his time together with the older man, Ed remembers pregnancy tests were included.

“You what?”

The two turned to look at the entertainment of the living room. A lengthy man stood looking at them. Beside him, a dog, mixed with a german shepherd and something else, panted while waiting to be released from his lease.

Edward shifted in his seat, looking away from the oldest. “You have pregnancy tests here, right?” he mumbled.

Jonathan knelt down to unhook the dog, who ran over to greet the other two in the room. Jervis reached out to pet the dog, who liked his hand in return. The dog turned to Ed and sniffed at him.

“I do,” Jonathan confirmed after a while of silence. "I thought you were infertility. I remember you telling me."

Ed shifted a little before standing up and pacing the room. "I thought I was. My period was always irregular, even on birth control. It became more regular shortly after moving in with Selina."

Jonathan started to walk towards the other side of the apartment, motioning Ed to follow. Jervis stayed with the dog to give the two some privacy.

"Any notable changes when you moved in together?" He asked.

Ed glanced down at his body. His clothes were always a little on the baggy side, but now they fit just right, getting a little tight around his stomach. But other than that, he looked less sloppy.

Ed looked back up at Jonathan. "She's been making me eat more regularly. Something you failed to do," he teases.

A chuckle left Jonathan's lips. "I'm glad you are now. If it's about your weight, you know-"

"I know, I know. Weight gain is expected with me now eating three meals a day, but it's not just the weight gain that makes me think I'm expecting," Edward cuts him off.

Jonathan paused at the door and turned to look at the younger man. "What else?"

"Nausea, being more emotional about simple things… hush, I said more of a reason, and well, I missed my period that has been regular for months this month."

Jonathan nodded to himself as he opened the door. Behind the door was Jonathan's workshop. Full of dangerous chemicals and fear toxins to test. Many tables were covered in paper with the doctor's own chicken scratch on them. In the far right corner, however, there was where he kept his medical supplies.

Ed crossed his arms while Jonathan dug around one of the boxes he had with typically feminine use products. He mumbled under his breath before looking through another box. A few minutes later, Jonathan finally found them, pulling out three pregnancy tests. He handed them to Ed.

"Take all three to be safe. These are faulty at times," Jonathan notes before explaining how to use them. He then motioned Ed to the nearest bathroom. "I'll be waiting with Jervis."

Jonathan left the room and headed back to the living room, where his lover looked up at him. The older one sat down and allowed the large dog to lay his head in his lap, asking for attention.

The two sat in silence as they waited for Edward to come back into the living room. The dog panted happily while climbing into Jonathan's lap, enjoying the attention that he was getting.

Jervis looked up at Jonathan. "So, what are the chances that he is?" He couldn't help but ask.

Jonathan turned to look back at his lover. “The chances? With everything both Selina and Ed have done in their transitions, I would say fairly low,” he explained, ruffling the fur on the dog’s head. “But not impossible. I don’t know all they have done. Especially Selina.”

“You helped Ed a lot, didn’t you? Isn’t that how your relationship started?” Jervis wasn’t jealous, despite how the question seemed. He has known both Jonathan and Ed throughout their relationship, and he knew they were still close when he and Jonathan started dating.

Jonathan nodded. “He came to me, asking for help getting hormones. He pretty much used me as a pharmacy back then,” he chuckles softly.

“I’d say I still do.”

They turned to look at the entrance of the living room. Ed leaned against the door frame, fiddling with the three used pregnancy tests in his hands.

Without saying a word, Jonathan and Jervis shifted to give Ed a spot to sit between them. As Ed sat down, the dog shifted to lay his head in Ed’s lap. He smiled a little at this as the dog licked his elbow, seeming to feel his discomfort with the whole situation.

“So?”

Eddie shifted a little before slowly flipping over each test, one at a time. Negative. Jonathan glanced at Ed’s face. With his expression, it was easy to tell that he already looked at all of them. Positive. Jervis looked up at Ed. Ed was staring down with glossy eyes, biting the inside of his cheek. Positive. Ed let out a shaking breath beside the two while he placed the three tests down on the nearby table.

“Fuck,” Eddie said with a shaky breath. “I got the negative one first. Then…” His voice trailed off.

Jervis wrapped his arms around Ed to comfort him while Jonathan wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Ed doubled down a little as he let out a small hiccup. He wasn’t completely crying, but he was close.

In any normal situation, Ed would be excited. He had the chance to be a father. To prove to himself that he would be a better father than his own was, but that thought was always before he turned to a life of crime. Before he got emotionally involved with criminals. Before Selina came into his life.

Selina. Did… did she want children? They had never talked about it before. It was never thought of because they thought it was impossible. They were always safe when it came to that part of their relationship, but they never thought anything like this would happen. How would she react?

“Eddie, Eddie, look at me,” Jonathan said in a soft voice, bringing Ed’s attention to the older man. “You’re going to be okay. I know you’re scared, but you’re going to be okay.”

“Yeah,” Jervis said, causing Ed to look over at him as well. “You have Selina. I’m sure no matter what happens, she’ll be there for you. Both Jonathan and I will be as well.”

Just after Jervis said this, Ed’s phone rang in his pocket. Jonathan shifted away to allow Ed to pull his phone out to see who was calling. ‘Selina <3’ was on the screen. With a shaking breath, Ed answered.

“Hello?”

“Eddie, how long have you been gone? I’ve been awake for an hour now,” Selina asked him.

Ed pulled his phone back to check the time before putting it back against his ear, “Not much longer. I’m about to head home. I need to tell you something.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Well, I guess that depends. I’ll see you soon.”

~~~

Selina placed her phone down on the table after Ed hung up. One of her many cats let out a meow while rubbing against her hand. The woman smiled softly while petting the cat.

“I’m fine,” she said. “Just worried…” She admits to herself.

It would take about twenty to twenty-five minutes for Ed to get back with morning traffic that was starting. He sounded like he was almost ready to cry over the phone. Did something happen? Did Crane do something? Did Jervis? Did she?

Selina shook her head as she walked into the kitchen. She decided she needed to do something to keep her busy for the time being. Starting with a cup of coffee, she walked over to the bookshelf in the living room to pick some to read.

Reading wasn't really her thing, but it was Eddie's. Eddie collected book series like his life depended on it. If Selina did have the urge to read, she knew she would find something interesting in the different genres. Her favorite was mysteries. They reminded her of her love. Mystery also happened to be Edward's least favorite genre because he would always figure it out before even reaching the halfway point.

Selina picked a murder mystery and sat on the couch to eat it. She just finished the first chapter as well as her coffee when she heard the door lock being fiddled with. She looked up to see Ed walking in and locking the door again behind him.

Edward glanced at her before turning away to place his keys down on the table by the door. He slipped his jacket off and hung it up before taking his shoes off. Finally, he walked over and sat down next to Selina, who just placed the book down to turn to him.

"Kitty? Are you okay?" She asked, reaching out to take his hands into hers. He pulled them away. "Kitty? Eddie, are you crying?!" Her voice raised a little as she saw a single tear come from his eye.

Edward said nothing as he handed her three sticks from his pocket. His hands were shaking, and he couldn't look her in the eyes. Selina looked at him before looking down at the sticks that she was given.

She stared at them for a while as she processed what she was looking at before her eyes became wide. Selina looked up and down the sticks to the Riddler for a while, trying to find the right words. Her mouth spoke before her mind could catch up.

"Is it mine?"

Edward tensed at this before snapping his head towards Selina. "I know, I slept around a lot in my younger years!" He got defensive. "But for you to think I would cheat is offensive! Why would I cheat when I have the most beautiful, the smartest, stunning woman I know all to myself?! Do you think I, the Riddler, would be that-"

He was cut off as Selina realized what she had just asked. She slammed her lips against Edward's to shut him up. After a few seconds, she pulled away and pressed their foreheads together.

"I'm sorry, Kitty. I didn't mean it like that. I just…"

"... didn't think you could get me pregnant?" Eddie finished.

Selina nodded, reaching up to run her fingers through Edward's red hair. Ed leaned into the touch and reached over to pull Selina closer to him, craving her touch. The younger one shifted herself so that she was sitting in her lover's lap.

"I didn't either, but things weren't adding up. The weight gain was expected. The amount was not. Then add to what seemed like a persistent stomach bug that wouldn't go away, and things didn't add up," Edward explained.

"Last week," Selina noted, "you threw up at the smell of me cooking. Then I threw up again after eating."

Edward nodded, leaning down to press his head against her chest. If he had the ability, he would be purring at the feeling of Selina's nails on his scalp.

"I thought it was just a stomach bug, but I've been awakened with the urge to vomit a few times since. You are such a heavy sleepier," Edward explained. "Then I've been extra tired as of late. Last night was the final straw. So I went to Jonathan, knowing he kept pregnancy tests on hand for any of the female rogues who needed them. I never thought I would need them…"

Selina placed a hand on Edward's cheek, causing him to look up at her. She leaned down to pull him into another kiss. This one was less forceful than the last. It was almost more comforting.

"Do you want the child?" Selina mumbled against his lips.

"I do."

"Then we will be the best parents to our baby. We're in this together after all."

Edward smiled, and it was his turn to pull Selina into a kiss. His kisses were sloppier than Selina's, which neither seemed to mind.

"I love you, Selina."

"I love you too, Eddie. Now, we aren't giving the baby a name that starts with E. Don't give me those eyes… fine, I'll give you the middle name. The middle name can start with an E."

Edward chuckled softly, leaning his head against her shoulder. He closed his eyes as he felt Selina's hand in his hair again. He knew he was going to be the best father in the world, and Selina would be the best mother in the world. But first, nine months of hell.

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uncharted-constellations · 2 months

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It’s been a minute, (both post wise and design wise) so decided to update the fam + a couple additions compared to last time

#batman #batfam #dc #art #my art #redesign #again im not tagging everyone lmao #but yeah for main changes other than just tweaking the faces and hairstyles a bit #changed harper up to look a little more like her live action actress #not that ive Watched that show but the actress was v pretty #changed up jasons scarring for ease of drawing #gave cass some punky streaks #gave damian a little bit of a mohawk like i have in his ‘adult self as nightwing’ art #i dunno i like drawing those two a little more alt #but yeah it was mostly just fixing some facial proportions and hairstyles to make em all a little more distinct from one another #apologies for not posting ive mostly just been doing stuff for dnd #none of which is polished #also i should specify its helena wayne-kyle not helena b #did also fix her age

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daiwild · 1 year

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changing room mishap

Kons a lil confused but he will ALWAYS get pissed at bad guys hurting his friends

#tim: surgery scars kon: oh like ur spleen removal #tim: well the spleen thing was unintentional #could work w bart aswell #kon: tf is a mastectomy im 5 yrs old #i kept laughing at the last panel so i decided to not delete these doodles #hopefully im not the only one who finds this amusing but knowing my track record...#tim drake #conner kent #superboy #dc red robin #dc fanart #timkon #tw stab mention #archiving eeblydeebly #daiwild

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oifaaa · 3 months

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Thinking about my old two Jasons / clone au and how freaked out Ras would be to see the kid he just put in a lot of effort to clone perfectly show up in his house

#my art #dc #dc comics #detective comics #batman #ras al ghul #talia #talia al ghul #jason todd #robin #red hood #batfam #oifaaart #two jasons au #scars

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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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(Part of this post with older brother danyal al ghul)

...Okay, look. Sam knows she's staring. She knows very well that she is staring. And that if she doesn't stop staring it's gonna draw her unwanted attention, and that will only have to make her explain why she's staring. Which she doesn't want to do.

She's trying not to stare, which she thinks she should get brownie points for. She tries to look away, to find a spot on the wall to stare lifelessly at, maybe she can burn holes into some of these annoying socialites' heads. But eventually her eyes drift, and suddenly she's back to staring again.

Can you blame her though? Damian Wayne looks like a very close mini-me of her fucking best friend. Seriously, it's like looking into a mirror to the past. If that mirror to the past had green eyes rather than blue and a distinctive lack of a facial scar.

The first time she sees him when her parents drag her over to Bruce Wayne to butter up to him she has to do a doubletake. Then a triple take. Then a quadruple take, just for good measure that she was seeing what she was actually seeing. She was sure she looked like one of those stress toys that when squeezed had their eyes pop out comically like a Saturday morning cartoon, that's what she certainly felt like anyways.

Look, Danny's come a decent way from being that scowl-y, jerkish little ten year old she first met when he arrived like the wind to Amity Park five years ago (even if he was still occasionally scowl-y and jerkish), but one thing that's stayed the same is how reserved he is about his home life prior to being taken in by the Fentons.

He doesn't talk about it much, and Sam's come to know that he's very good at changing the subject when it gets brought up. Even after being friends for nearly four years, the only thing she and Tuck know for certain is that he has a little brother that he refers to as 'starlight', whom he cares a lot about but left on really bad terms with. And that he's never met his father, but wants to and knows who he is.

He's never told her or Tucker who he was though, and glancing at Bruce Wayne, Sam is realizing why. She can begrudgingly acknowledge all the good he's done for Gotham, but... well, if Danny told her that Bruce Wayne was his dad, she wouldn't have believed him at all.

But she's starting to see the resemblance, as subtle as it is.

And she sees the resemblance to Damian Wayne, her eyes dropping back down to him as he wears a very Danny-like scowl on his face, arms crossed behind his back as his eyes swept around the ballroom. He was five years younger than Danny, and god it was so, so weird.

His eyes turned on to her, and they locked gazes for a moment.

Involuntarily, Sam makes a startled noise and looks away. Fingers tap against her purse, black and purple and unfortunately a clutch that only held her phone and her wallet in it. She would have kept a knife on her, but her parents put their foot down and there was a security detail at the door. Only in Gotham.

Silently, she was hoping that the little Danny-me didn't say anything. Or at least, he hadn't noticed her staring. Which was a tall order if she ever heard one -- and unfortunately, her silent prayers went unanswered as her mother's eyes dropped down onto her.

"Did you say something, Samantha?" She asks in a sickeningly sweet voice, a sound that makes Sam's skin crawl. Her dad and Bruce Wayne's attention also turns onto her, and she glowers at her mom from the corner of her eye.

"I didn't say anything." Sam says, barely keeping her tone polite as she turned her head away. Her mother clucks her tongue, disapproving, but from her peripherals doesn't pester her more

Bruce Wayne, the bastard, takes that time to turn to Sam and grace her with his dime-a-dozen billboard smiles. "I've been talking with your parents this whole time, Miss Manson, you must be terribly bored. How is your schooling going?"

Sam eyes him up and down. On one hand, she immediately wants to be snarky. It's none of his business what her school life is like, she doesn't care for his fucking small talk.

On the other hand, this was Danny's whole father. Someone who she knows that Danny has wanted to meet for, what she's assuming, his whole life. He's never brought it up much, but she remembers that very quiet, solemn conversation she and Tucker had with him where he admits to having never met his dad. But god does he want to.

And... wait. Sam's eyes narrow, and she meets Bruce Wayne's eyes. Does this man even know Danny exists? She drops her gaze down to Damian, who was staring at her suspiciously, and then back up to Bruce, and she alternates between them.

Why was Damian living with Bruce, but not Danny? Why hasn't Bruce done anything to reach out to him - what was going on with Danny's biological family that Danny had to be separated from them, but not Damian? Danny's always been kinda mysterious, but now things weren't adding up.

Was Danny given up? Does Bruce just not want Danny, but wanted Damian? Why the fuck does Bruce Wayne know about Damian but not her best friend -- or does he know and just not care? He's fought for custody for his adoptive kids before, does he just not want to fight for his other biological son? Does he think Danny's not worth it?

She's never cared much about the Wayne family before, other than to hear about the advancements on WE's eco-friendly tech, but Sam thinks she's gonna have to look into why Damian Wayne was living with the Waynes.

Slowly, with a protective anger beginning to burn in her gut and crawl up her throat, a scowl slowly curls at the corner of her lip as she redirects her glare from her mother onto Bruce. "It's going fine," She says curtly, jutting her chin out defiantly. "Me and my friend Danny started a petition to fix the leaky faucets in the girls and boys' bathrooms in order to conserve more water for the rest of the city."

She eyes his face, waiting to see if anything like recognition flashes through it. And- and nothing. Sam breathes in slowly through her nose, trying to quell the red that's blurring the edge of her vision -- does he just, not know where Danny is?

Her parents however, make vaguely displeased expressions. "Our Samantha is... quite passionate about her pet projects." Her dad says, laughing low and nervously, "she's very vocal about silly things like that."

"Her friend Daniel is perhaps even worse than she is sometimes." Her mother adds on, fanning her face with her perfectly manicured hands with a sigh. "I swear, he's the one that keeps dragging her into these things."

Sam's anger turns on its head, and she whirls on her heel like a fire-breathing dragon. "It's Danyal." It rolls out like instinct. Danny's told them both that he hates the Americanized pronunciation of his name, but in a rare moment of restraint, puts up with it for reasons unknown to her. "And Danny doesn't make me do anything, it was my idea."

The name, Danyal, seems to ring some kind of bell in Brucie Wayne's head, because she sees him and Damian quietly perk up like two cats pricking up their ears. Her eyes flick onto him immediately, something dangerous rearing its head. So Bruce Wayne knows about Danny. And he's not reaching out to him. Is he? She's not sure.

She does know that she's gonna rip his throat out if she finds out that he's known about Danny this entire time and has been ignoring him while favoring his little brother. She'll hunt down Aragon herself and steal his dragon-shifting amulet and wreck house on Bruce Wayne if that's the case. Batman and his league of vigilantes be damned. Her parents don't notice her slowly turning head towards Bruce.

But Bruce does, and she makes direct eye contact with him. His smile doesn't falter, he just tilts his head like a curious puppy and looks at Sam's parents. She hopes Bruce can read minds, she hopes he can hear her threatening him.

"Danyal?" He asks, and Sam doesn't know if she hates the fact that he said it correctly or not. She just continues burning holes into him and hoping he might spontaneously combust.

Her mother waves her hand dismissively, tilting her nose up poshly into the air. "Our dear Samantha's little... foster friend from school," she says, not even bothering to hide her disdain, "a creepy little boy with the most garish scar on his face. He's a rude little thing, not good for polite company."

Scratch that, Sam mentally alternates between ripping into her parents and Bruce. She whirls on them. "Do not talk about Danny that way." She all but snarls, and they all but ignore her.

(She's tearing up the upholstery when she gets home. She's going to paint over the fine china. She's going to do something to make them pay for this.)

"Oh yes, he was taken in by that freaky Fenton family a few years ago." Her dad continues in lieu of her mom, and they both shake their heads disapprovingly. "It's just what our city needs, another menace."

"Danny is not a menace." Sam continues, raising her voice while her hands shake with rage. Her parents finally look at her, but she can already tell that they're going to scold her for raising her voice. She bulldozes over them and jabs her black-painted finger at them. "He's got a bigger heart than the both of you combined."

"Samantha, please." her mom says, exasperated. They both give her disapproving looks, Sam thinks about grabbing champagne off the tray of a nearby waiter and throwing it in their faces. "You defend that boy far too much. What do you actually know about him and his family?"

Sam sets her jaw, puffing herself up like a dragon protecting its hoard. She steps into her mom's space. "I know that he loves the stars; you can ask him anything about astronomy and he could give you an entire lecture on the formation, class types, and various gasses that stars are made up of. He can tell you how the Earth was formed, he can tell you about the visible light spectrum and about light curves, and a whole ton of other stuff that I don't really understand. But Danny loves talking about it."

Her face twists and scowls, "I know he cares a ton about the environment and about fixing light pollution, and preserving the forests and natural habitats of animals." She nearly jabs her finger into her mom's chest, "I know he loves dogs, and that there's one he feeds every day on the way to school that he calls Cujo, its a St. Bernard puppy and Danny carries him around whenever he sees him after school, and is in the middle of training him."

It's not a total lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Cujo doesn't need food, but Danny gives him it anyways. "I know he likes spicy food and loves movies but specifically only sci-fi and horror, and he hates most martial arts movies. His favorite superhero is the Martian Manhunter, but Batman comes in at a close second." For reasons to her that were pretty unknown, but it didn't matter.

"I know he loves wordplay and making puns, which I would have never expected from him when we first met, but it's so unbelievably Danny-like that I can't imagine him not making puns." And she smiles a little to herself, she remembers the first time Danny intentionally made a pun once and it got startled laughs out of both her and Tucker.

Her smile suddenly falters, and she swallows. Her lips purse up, wobbling, and she very quickly glances over to Damian Wayne, of whom is watching her with a vaguely bewildered expression alongside Bruce.

She turns her eyes back onto her parents. "And I know that he worries a lot, even if he has a shit way of showing it. I know he had a little brother that he hasn't seen since he was adopted by the Fentons, and he doesn't talk about him often but when he does he he calls him 'starlight'." From the corner of her eye, she sees Damian jerk.

"So- so, so what if he's not 'good for polite company'." Sam's voice, embarrassingly, cracks down the middle. But she's so angry over Danny's behalf that she doesn't really care. "Or that he can be mean, and critical, and stubborn. He's learning, and he's becoming kinder by the day. That's more than I can say about you."

(She remembers when Danny finally admitted to her and Tucker being his 'closest friends'. It was sometime before the portal incident, and it felt like a milestone because beforehand he only really referred to them as his companions or allies.)

(At the time, he'd looked unsure of himself. Skittish like a stray in the back of an alleyway, almost shy in his own way. It had come out stilted, slow, like an infant taking its first steps, and it would have been endearing if it hadn't been heartbreaking.)

Her parents rear back like she'd struck them, and her mother holds a hand against her chest in aghast. Sam doesn't care, she blinks the sting out of her eyes. "Samantha." Her mother starts.

Sam cuts her off, "I don't care what you have to say, you-- you pricks." she snaps, around her, there are gasps. Belatedly, she realizes she's grown an audience, but again she doesn't care. "Danny might be an asshole, but he cares. And I'd rather be around someone whose mean but cares, than someone whose nice but doesn't."

With that, she whirls on her foot and turns on Bruce Wayne, who has been silent the entire time with a surprised expression on his face. He starts to shake out of it when Sam turns to him, but she doesn't give him the chance to speak. "Enjoy your party." She snarls, and then stalks away.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #sam is one protective gal. this scene went differently in my head. way differently. but alas. i am not complaining.#sam: if bruce wayne abandoned my best friend i'm gonna physically transform myself into a dragon and incinerate him. how dare he.#bruce and damian got to watch in real time as a random girl who knows danny suddenly realizes he's related to them. which is comical to me #because she suddenly goes from being disinterested but weirded out by damian. to suddenly looking at bruce like she's gonna kill him #which is very funny to me bc from their pov at first its like this random girl just speedran hating bruce. and then her parents bring up he #friend danny and then she calls him danyal. and suddenly its starting to click into place like 'oh fuck wait we may just have a lead on --#-- finding danyal and his whereabouts.' especially after sam's mom mentions the scar on his face. like wow. what a crazy ten minutes.#not seen but def happened: sam gets her phone out to go text danny in the corner. she's not gonna bring up the bruce thing yet. she needs #a pick me up. related note: danny and tucker know she's gone to some gala thing with her parents but not to a wayne gala. if danny had know #he may have told her that he was related to damian wayne. just to prepare her for that. not so sure on the writing in this one folks #but i also dont wanna go through and edit anything its like half past one in the morning and i also dont wanna wait until morning to post #when i can just do it now. and get instant serotonin. i thought of this scene in various ways. like sam calling damian 'danny' out of shock #and then quickly correcting herself. and then excusing herself very quickly. or her mentioning that damian resembles her friend danny a lot #so she was just thrown off by him. because i def think that could happen if sam has no reason to think that she needs to hide danny from th #waynes. i also thought about her parents mentioning that damian resembles danny a little bit. only for one of them to go 'oh no no couldn't #- be. how insulting to damian since the daniel they know has this horrid scar on his face.' and then go from there. either way i thought #a scene like this would be fun. get to also kinda explore how danny looks like from his friends' povs. of which he is #'our lovable jerk who is an ex-cult member and whom we will maim someone over.'#not a scene that was added but i wanted to: sam mentioning in parenthesis that she and tucker think danny was part of a cult prior to the #fentons. and that sometimes danny will say something alarming and sam and tucker will stare at him until he frowns and goes #“that... isn't normal. is it?” and tucker will clap his shoulder and cheerfully go “no buddy. no it isn't” bc i think the idea is funny.#sam is so focused on the idea that bruce abandoned/ignored/was unaware of danny's existence that she momentarily forgot that bruce may have

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polarspaz · 2 months

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TimTim AU

=Tim's greatest daily struggle is to trying not to burst out in laughter, especially unprompted. Drake and him have the same sense of weird humor, so they often end up making each other laugh. Problem is, only Tim can hear Drake, so this just ends up making Tim look insane when he just starts giggling to himself for what looks like no reason.

=After a year of living in one body, Tim and Drake start sharing each other's major scars. It's one reason why Tim starts to grow out his hair to help cover the burn scar on the back of his neck that originated from Drake.

=Tim develops a habit of finding small, hidden spaces to take naps in, both at the manor and Mount Justice. The only people that usually can find him are Alfred or Kon. Dick to his credit keeps trying, but he's still never found Tim once.

=After awhile, Raven actually offers to teach Tim soul magic, the very same magic she uses to project her Soul-Self.

#my art #tim drake #scars #TimTimAu #red robin #dc comics

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goddessofbees3600 · 3 months

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Damian Wayne and Alfred the Cat

Tim Drake

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batmancurated · 5 months

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bruce wayne by joëlle jones

#edited from batman the brave and the bold 2 #batman #bruce wayne #comicedit #batman art #dc comics #dc comics art #joëlle jones #story: scars

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spicy-apple-pie · 4 months

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Damian: *bullies Bruce immediately upon meeting him*

Bruce, internally: “None of my children are biologically related why the hell do they just inherit bullying specifically me?”

#vacay doodle :3 #Batman #Batman comics #Batman dc #dc comics #comics #Damian Wayne #Damian Wayne al Ghul #Damian al ghul #Damian al ghul Wayne #Bruce Wayne #idk if I’ll keep the scar lol #batfam #Batfamily

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its-target-official · 28 days

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*appears* h-hey. I spent eight hours curled up in a chair with an iPad and no water

tumblr hates me so the quality is shit I’m so sorry

(yes it is meant to be a wallpaper)

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #jason todd #if you zoom in real far #you can see danny’s Lichtenberg scars

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notholaenas · 7 months

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pipe dream ✨

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#jason todd #red hood #batman #batfam #bat family #dc comics #dc #comics #tw // scars #art #fanart #artists on tumblr #my art

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emryarts · 19 days

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Those damn Wayne kids, stubborn as sin and twice as pretty

#jason todd #red hood #bat family #batfam #dc comics #i hate the 'the pit got rid of jasons scars' stuff let my man look wrecked as shit #i want him and everyone around him to be confronted with what happened to him every time they look at him #i love making his scars make the j like no matter what he cant escape #anyway jason todd i love you

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luvlyycy · 1 month

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you hate jason. you hate jason. and you hate that you have to keep reminding yourself. when you see his stupid smirk, that white patch of hair perfectly set upon his stupid forehead— the scar that goes up the corner of his mouth and his cheek somehow making him more attractive.

but you can't hate the way his fingers curl inside of you, hitting that one spot over and over again— his arm around you, kissing you like you're his— his pupil nearly heart-shaped as he opens his mouth in a 'o' shape, eyes continously looking from your face down to the way your cunt swallows his fingers. that silly nickname falling from your lips— 'jay' , 'jayjay' , and he groans because of it. it makes you wonder if that feeling in your tummy, is you about to cum— or butterflies. but you're sure that pang in your heart has nothing to do with it, you know that it has a different warmth behind it.

you hate jason. you hate jason. but no matter how many times you remind yourself, you fucking love jason.

#jason todd #jason todd smut #dc #dc smut #red hood #red hood smut #arkham knight #arkham knight smut #jason with scars.. help me omg.. let me be your woman...

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oifaaa · 2 months

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So this is technically part 2 of this AU right here but I'm sure you don't need context you can already tell what's going on

#my art #dc #dc comics #detective comics #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #robin #red hood #batfam #batfamily #oifaaart #two jasons au #scars

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starry-bi-sky · 4 months

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Another small Clone^2 thought

Danny's hands are scarred.

Really, every part of him is. His arms, his legs, his torso. All of them littered in nicks and scratches and scabs that he's picked at over, and over, and over again. And then bigger ones, jagged scars from debris stabbing at him, and burns of ectoplasm blasts that melted through his regular clothes and hit his skin.

The one thing that never really got scarred were his hands. They were callused, of course, from all his climbing, and hitting, and hanging on for dear life to things. But never really scarred, not really. Maybe he just got lucky, maybe it was the fact that he wore gloves and they leather, and leather is harder to get through than cotton. Maybe both.

But, well, that's no longer case. But the scars on his hands take place on his palms. Two clean, thick lines going diagonally over his palms. Not from any enemy he's ever faced, but proof of his meeting with the little boy sitting between his knees, running his tiny fingers over those same scars.

Damian, his little brother. He scarred them, with that katana of his.

First when they first met, when Damian called him an imposter and proceeded to attack him. It was really only from Danny's exposure to the quick movements of ghosts that kept him from getting shish-kabob'd by Damian's sword.

And it was only because he was an idiot, and his brain was not faster than those reflexes that he kept grabbing the blade with his hands. That it kept cutting into that leather until it started cutting skin.

And then numerous times over on those rocky first months of Damian staying with him, when he didn't know any English, and Danny didn't know any Arabic. When Danny would piss him off or go looking for him when he ran off, he would have to grab his katana while Damian was swinging it at him.

His hands wouldn't heal for months because of it. The wounds kept being re-opened. Kept bleeding. Kept hurting. Until they slowly stopped hurting, and he knew that it wasn't a good thing.

Danny's parents were very upset when they saw his hands. It was hard to lie about where he got them - the lines are too clean, too consistent, to have been accidents. Danny didn't know how to lie and say it wasn't because of Damian. That it wasn't his katana that they knew nothing about that was stained with his blood.

He found a way to anyways, because he thought Damian was worth it at the time. He was a kid. He was scared. He was hurting other people and that's all he was ever taught to do.

So Danny thought a little pain was worth it.

(He still does.)

Oh, fun fact. There are three nerves in the human hand. the radial nerve, the median nerve, and the ulnar nerve. From what he could find on it, the ulnar nerve traveled up into the pinky and the ring finger, the median went through the middle of the palm and the ring, the middle, and the index, and the radial nerve went into the thumb and the index.

Fun fact, did you know consistent (or deep enough) lacerations to the palm could end up cutting a nerve? And that such lacerations can cause numbness, loss of feeling, and weakness in the hand, fingers, and thumb?

Here's a final fun fact: Danny had to go to physical therapy after his hands finally began to heal. Because Damian's katana had cut his radial nerve. There are seventeen thousands touch receptors in the hand, Danny's lost some of those.

His hands still hurt when he closes and opens them, the scarring pinches a little. He doesn't know why but his fingers hurt now when its too humid or too cold, or when its about to rain. It sucks. It's worth it.

He lied about before; here's the final fun fact:

There is a deeply, deeply, guilty look on Damian's face as he runs his little hands over Danny's scarred palms, carefully closing and opening his fingers in a slow rendition of his physical therapy workouts.

(Because even if it's ended, he still has to do them. Pain doesn't go away even if it's healed.)

"I'm sorry." Damian says in a meek, thick voice. He's said it before, when they've done this before at all hours of the day. Danny's wondering if Damian does it on purpose - hurt himself with this, that is. Not apologize. "I hurt you."

Danny sighs, deeply, and leans forward to press his face into his little brother's hair. "It's okay." He mutters, again. And he'll say it again, and again, and again, until Damian finally believes him. "I'm not mad."

"I am." Damian insists, his voice wobbles. "I hurt you, Danny."

"And I say it's okay that you did, Damian." Danny repeats, and wraps an arm around Damian's middle to sit him on his leg. Damian doesn't look at him, just curls his fingers around Danny's other hand and looks at the scar there. "Like I said, I'm not mad. I would do it again."

"Do not."

So, Danny's hands are scarred.

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