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meowmeowmeowmeow4x · 14 days

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Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Part 18

This chapter breaks our record at 3.3k words :O

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Damian awoke from sleep. He felt his body squish underneath the weight of Danny’s. The older boy had insisted the previous night, citing Damian’s body being unable to regulate temperature in the cold water at night. This had Damian begrudgingly agree to this arrangement, although he had made his displeasure very clear.

He tried to push down the comfort it brought him. Tried to focus on other things.

Like the fact that he was riding a whale. An entire whale. He even had a harness tied to his waist to stop him drifting behind, the rope wrapping gently around the mammal’s fins and around its body snugly.

This moment? This moment right here was the highlight of his young life. Unconsciously, his chest rumbled and purred as his heart pounded with affection for the beautiful creature.

The whale called out to its pod. It seemed the boys had landed on the largest of the pod, a female (he had checked) and likely the mother of the younger members. Damian rubbed the whale’s skin in soothing circles, its blubber smooth to the touch. There, there, big girl. You are doing an exemplary job.

Each stroke of the whale’s body, undulating through the sea send small shockwaves down Damian’s lateral line, a testament to the size and power of the world’s largest animals (although not the largest organism. That title belonged to Pando). After a while, the rhythm settled into Damian’s bones, like a second heartbeat.

He would have to paint this moment when he got home.

Damian looked behind him. Danny was still out cold after the extensive swimming they had done. It was worth it, though. If Damian’s estimates were correct, they were only a week or less away from Panama. Danny’s swimming speed was nothing short of incredible. It was almost like he was intangible, gliding through the waves with barely a hint of water resistance. Damian had feared it would take a month or longer to get to Panama, considering a dolphin’s long-distance swim speed was only around ten miles an hour, but Danny’s celestial navigation suggested they’d covered about seven hundred miles by the time they hitched a ride with the whales.

Panama was so close… From there it would be smooth sailing, or swimming.

Until then?

Damian untied the rope harness. How many of his family could claim to swim alongside a pod of whales? Using his small, streamlined body, Damian launched off the leader’s body, and dashed in front of her. Despite himself, he gave her a small wave. The whale cooed. Despite not understanding her call, Damian could feel a wave of affection, like a caress through the water.

Damian glanced back at Danny, still fast asleep and snoring. Good.

Looking back at the whale, he focused on their deep, bellowing tones. Opening his mouth, Damian repeated the call as best he could, although it sounded much, much higher pitched than the original.

Much to his surprise, the pod leader called back. Damian smiled in a rare unfiltered grin. The whale answered him!

That was it. He needed to learn to speak whale at the soonest possible convenience. This was of the utmost importance. As a regular human, his vocal cords could never hope to reproduce the calls of a whale, but as a siren, a unique opportunity was granted to him. And he would take it, as befitting his bloodline.

As he contemplated how he would proceed with this plan, his fins slackened, and he found himself lagging behind as the leader swam past him. Damian watched in awe as her shadow fell over his body. He trailed underneath her white underbelly, catching the currents cast by her massive fins, and counted the colonies of barnacles occupying them.

He swam back to circle around the other members of her pod. The baby whales (there were babies too!) crooned to him, and he responded in turn, not sure of what it meant, but wholeheartedly delighting in taking part of a world he’d once considered closed off to him.

A mischievous baby, one he christened Dorothy, bumped him with her nose. The force sent him rearing back. He took a moment to rebalance himself, before she came back for more, playfully nudging him. Hah! Two could play that game. Damian bopped her on the nose, then dashed away. Dorothy gave chase, but Damian was smaller and nimbler.

He twirled in the water, diving underneath an older whale’s belly as Dorothy nipped at his tail. He went up and over the elder’s back. Damian dashed underneath the larger whale’s dorsal fin. Peeking stealthily over the edge, he spotted Dorothy in a state of apparent confusion as his seeming disappearance into thin air, or water.

Serves her right for challenging a master of stealth.

Damian’s lateral line spiked. He turned around just in time to spot a second baby coming for him. Damian tutted. What an amateur. He would have to show them how to properly chase a target. Using his vertical mobility, he launched upward and out of the way. Dorothy spotted him again, and continued her pursuit. Now with two pursuers, and more joining in, Damian laughed gleefully as he led them in twists and turns, using the larger adults as obstacle courses, much to their chagrin. At least that was what he assumed the annoyed-sounding squeaks were.

As much of a fast learner as Damian was, however, he was still new to his body. Damian’s fins flexed at the wrong angle, and his arms bend too far forward, causing him to overshoot his left turn. The green and golden siren crashed head first into the pod leader, briefly floating belly up as stars flashed in his vision.

Immediately the babies descended upon him. Dorothea nudged his body with her nose, sending him floating into her friend, who passed him to another baby just as quickly. Soon the babies formed a circle as they passed Damian’s limp body between them like a game of volleyball. Their actions unfortunately only exacerbated his dizziness, and after a few rounds, Damian was about to test whether sirens could vomit underwater.

A striking croon filled the water, causing Damian’s fins to spike up. However, it seemed the call wasn’t for him, as the baby whales scattered and returned to their parents. Dorothea chittered and gave him one last bump before returning to her own mother’s side.

Damian slowly regained his faculties. He shook off the last of the nausea. That could have been dangerous. They were wild animals, and could have seriously injured him. His father would have been furious.

And he wanted to do it again.

“Yo, Damian!” Danny’s voice called out.

Damian flipped his tail and returned to their miniature mobile campsite in a blur. Danny was snacking on some fish from their last raid. Damian frowned. Their food stashes were already running low.

“Breakfast?” Danny offered him a bundle of seaweed, or kelp. It had a pale yellow colour and sported round sacks along its stems, like bladderwrack.

Damian poked warily at the plant matter. They did not pack this in their supplies. “What is this?”

“It’s sargassum. Plant stuff that floats on the surface. Come try it!”

Damian squinted. He found his stomach stronger than it was as a human, capable of eating untreated raw fish (as much as he would rather not) without so much as a stomach ache.

Damian look a strip of sargassum, feeling the texture between webbed fingers. It was slightly slimy, but soft. He poked one of the bladders, causing its air bubble to pop and float to the surface. As he thought.

“If you’re not gonna eat that, I will. I just swam 700 freaking miles and I’m staaaarving.” Danny whined, a childish gesture.

Damian threw it down the hatch. It tasted… salty (but what didn’t taste salty in the ocean?). The texture was tolerable enough. It was no Caesar salad, or Pennyworth’s casserole, but it would do.

“Hand it over.” Damian gestured for the rest of the plant, and his companion obliged.

Damian chewed absentmindedly as he watched Danny unfurl the map they had ‘acquired’ from the Atlanteans. “So we’re somewhere here.” Danny pointed to a spot in the middle of the blue sea, just off the coast of California. “If we keep going south, we’ll be in Mexican waters, and then it’s smooth swimming to Panama.”

A lump of air pushed up his throat. Damian burped. The beginnings of a snicker were on Danny’s face. The smaller boy held his head high, choosing the high road this time, and maintaining dignity.

“As you were saying?”

“AHEM.” Danny coughed. “We’ve got a bit of a food problem.”

He held up the satchels that they had been using to store their provisions. It was worse than Damian had thought. The bags were practically empty, with maybe a snack and a half between all of them.

He chewed on another stalk of sargassum. Its bubbles popped in his mouth and exited through his nose.

“You cannot swim long distances without sustenance.” Energy could not come from nowhere, after all. The same rules applied for many metas, especially the infamous Flash family. They had left their last stop with bundles of supplies, quickly consumed in the matter of hours.

“We need to hunt again.” Danny concluded. “And get some more seaweed.”

Tut. Damian’s fins drooped a fraction of an inch. It was a shame to leave the whales behind already, but they were always going to go off on their separate paths. He just wished they could stay a little longer.

Danny shifted his sitting position. “To be honest, I’m still getting cramps in my tail. 700 miles.” He said breathlessly. “I never knew I had it in me.”

“So our goal is to recuperate, and resupply.” More quality time with the whales! A couple air bubbles slid out from underneath his gills, the ticklish sensation sending him shuddering.

“Yeah pretty much. Now if you don’t mind me, I’m gonna take another nap.” His companion curled up into a large circle, using his tailfin and arms as a pillow, and closed his eyes.

Damian gaped open. “But you just woke up!”

“700 miles, Damian. 700 miles. We can hunt when I wake up.” With that, Danny was out like a light. Even Damian nipping at his sail could not convince the teenager to awaken.

Damian turned around. The baby whales had returned, hovering just out of reach, apparently having been watching the conversation aptly. He supposed this arrangement had its benefits. Damian whistled, and launched off again.

Satellites.

Her parents had fucking satellites.

That answered how they were going to track Danny. Jazz stared wide-eyed at the computer screen on the deck of the SAV, showing a digital rendition of the entire globe. Off the coast California, about a thousand miles south of their current location, a dot blinked black and white. Jazz’s blood went cold. They had her brother’s hydro-signature. They could track him wherever he went. There would be no hiding, except by turning back into a human, but how could she tell him? And how could he accomplish that goal in the middle of the sea?

Jazz could only gape slack-jawed while her father ranted endlessly about their new radar system, a genius innovation created by her mother in just a day. Isn’t she amazing, Brucie? I’ve got the most beautiful, brilliant wife in the world. Just look at the wiring in this baby.

Bruce Wayne nodded dumbly, remaining silent for the most part, occasionally scratching his head and asking a question. He was listening very intently. No one else could hope to endure her father’s rants. She’d seen very strong-willed individuals awkwardly make excuses and shuffle away, only to be roped back in at the last second. No. Bruce Wayne wanted to be here, and he wanted to learn everything he could.

She imagined thousands of drones printed with WE logos scouring the ocean for a scared teenage boy. No Jazz, no catastrophising. She took steady deep breaths, and counted things she could feel with each sensation.

She needed to focus on what she had to power to do right here and right now. The positives: her parents had very wisely chosen not to sell their most useful tech to the GiW. Her mother never trusted them, and her father was still upset at the government organisation for not having recognised them earlier in their career.

That meant no agents in white suits going after her brother, assuming he’d managed to lose them (which was likely).

Her parents also believed she was here to hunt Phantom. That was another positive.

Their new tech had been whipped up in a fever dream-like haze over the course of two days or less.

That meant an easy excuse if any of them malfunctioned.

The bad news? Bruce Wayne could possibly sniff her out, and snitch on her to her parents. That would severely limit her ability to slow them down.

She turned back as her dad began showing off their miniature sonars, eagerly boasting of their range and precision. Bruce Wayne nodded, and asked about their hardware. How they overcame issues with affecting marine life, how they could compact it into such a small case.

That was good news. Arguably. She did not very much like the idea of the world’s richest man funding a crusade against an entire species. But infallible he was not, and all she needed was plausible deniability and a distraction to grant her brother hours. Even days, assuming she even could distract the enigmatic billionaire. There was the very public, very visible himbo dummy persona. What lay underneath the skin was another story entirely.

Then there was the question of how she would even know what to do in the first place. If she just took a wrench and started whacking, it would be made extremely clear who was responsible. If she wasn’t careful, she might even sink the boat. And she refused to put her family in danger. Jazz was going to do this right, and make sure everyone got home safe.

That meant she would need help.

“I’m getting a little dizzy, guys. I’ll head to my room if that’s ok.” She told the conversing men. Their goodbyes floated in the space behind her, distant to her ears.

She entered her little cabin in the SAV. Well, it was her and Danny’s, but for now she was alone. Jazz closed the door shut and locked it. The cabin consisted of a comfortable bunkbed and two desks for the both of them, as well as a (heavily reinforced) window looking out into the vast blue sea. Although not as densely decorated as her room at Fentonworks, it still carried personal affects dotting around its shelves and walls. A picture of Danny’s first beach day here. A photo of them fishing in Hawaii there. An old scented candle sat at the desk, a relic from when she’d tried to get the smell of fish off the SAV when she was ten.

Jazz had no time to waste. Her mother had noted off-handedly that they were already going a hundred miles an hour. That was insane. They’d catch up with Danny within the day.

Jazz calmed her nerves, and collected herself. She swept the room for bugs and listening devices, something her father had taught her once to ward off the feds. Something told her the screaming IRS agent running away from her house did that plenty, but that was neither here nor there. Once done, she threw the sheets off the bunk beds. The mattresses came off and found a new place shoved up against the wall. As sound-proofed as she could make her room, Jazz recited opening lines in her head.

She pulled out her phone, and dialed. It was time to bust the hatch open.

“Hello?”

“Hello Mrs Foley!”

“Jazz! It’s great to hear from you. I’m so sorry about Danny, I-”

Jazz cut her off. “Actually, about that. Can I please speak to Tucker? I’d like to have a word with him.”

A pause. “Sweetie. Tucker’s been grounded until further notice.” Mrs Foley’s voice ground out at the last two words. It didn’t seem pretty for Danny’s friends.

“I know, but this is urgent.” Jazz stressed.

“He supported Phantom, Jazz. My baby boy committed computer crime for that monster. I just- I just don’t know what’s going on. No. Tucker needs to serve his punishment. And then after- after- after that I don’t know.”

“I know you’re in shock, Mrs Foley. So am I. But have you considered that he might be in grief, too?”

The line went quiet.

“Danny isn’t just my little brother. He’s Tucker’s best friend in the whole world. Tucker’s an honorary little brother to me. Doesn’t he deserve to know what’s going on with him?”

Mrs Foley took a moment of silent deliberation, and sighed. “You’ve got a way with words, Jazz. Fine. I’ll call him down.”

“Oh, and Mrs Foley? Can we have a bit of privacy as well? I think Tucker will need some space for this conversation.”

A minute later, Tucker showed up as promised. “Oh sweet technology. How I’ve missed you so…”

He sounded tired. Incredibly tired, despite his open relief about being able to touch a phone. Not only that, but it sounded inauthentic. Almost performative. “Tucker, stop caressing the phone. I have news about Danny.”

Tucker’s breath hitched. “Do you know where he is?”

Jazz took a deep breath, forcing her shoulders to relax. The moment of truth. “I know what happened to him.”

“Jazz I swear Phantom had nothing to do with it, you gotta-,”

“No Tucker. I’m talking about six months ago.” Jazz looked behind her, listening for any footsteps outside her door. “I saw him in the water three months ago. I saw him changing.”

Her brother’s life was at stake. She chose her words very, very carefully, as vague as possible.

Tucker gasped. “W-what do you mean? D-Danny goes swimming all the time. Wait a minute-”

The line went dead. Panic threatened to tilt Jazz off course. Did she just blow her only chance? No. Think rationally. Tucker was a smart kid. A genius with tech. He probably realised anyone could listen in on his house’s landline. That boy went through PDAs like old clothes; he had to have a few burners spare.

Her phone rang again, and Jazz could have cried in relief.

“What are you gonna do with Danny’s secret?” Tucker hissed, accusation plainly audible.

“My parents have a radar to track him across the world. They have a dozen new weapons to fire on him with. They have an engine that can accelerate the SAV to a max speed of 200 miles an hour. I need you to tell me how to sabotage each and every one of them.”

Tucker choked on the line. “You s-serious?” He said, nakedly vulnerable, like she was about to pull the rug out at the last moment.

“Danny’s my little brother. I’d do anything for him. And I’ve always critiqued my parents’ obsessions as unhealthy. Tucker, I don’t know what half of this stuff does. You’re my only hope. You’re Danny’s only hope.”

Her honorary little brother gulped. When he spoke next, it was like his resolve had been dipped in liquid steel. “I’m right on it.”

She heard thunderous clacking through the line. It looked like Mrs Foley’s punishment was not as airtight as the woman thought it was…

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splendidcyan · 2 months

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Me every May: gonna do merm stuff this year!!! [Doesn't do merm stuff]

Me this Feb: yea merm time

Some silly cringe self indulgent batfam doodles!!! Bruce Wayne is a diver and adopted baby mer Dick Grayson and tbhhh idk anything else LOL. Damian doesn't know how to swim bc he was raised in the desert so it's a good thing his big brother and favorite person can teach him :) this Bruce is a mix of Battinson and the arkham games, since that's what I'm most familiar with. I rlly like how pale and Victorian he looks lmao. Also DONT ask how Damian is breathing while he swims, magic or smth idk

Alcohol markers and gouache on smooth Bristol paper.

#my art #illustration #sketchbook #alcohol markers #gouache #character design #batfam #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #damian wayne #mer au #merm #mermaid #2024

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05ichasss · 7 months

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Batfam merAu

Dick being dick

#batman #doodle #fanart #dc robin #batfam #richard grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #mer au #mermay

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crookedlynerdywriter · 2 months

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I’ve got this scene in my head for a Mer!Batfam AU where Bruce is human but he’s raising a bunch of merpups. And I just have this idea of him like picking one of his babies up out of the water while the pup screeches and bites him like that one video of a guy talking about how he pets his dog to relax while it bites the shit out of his fingers without really doing any damage. And he’s just like “and this is my precious little sweet heart *insert bat kid of your choice*”. The context being that merpups need to spend some time out of water for their bodies to properly develop the ability to breathe air rather than just using their gills to breathe water but like when babies get fussy for tummy time they don’t like being out of the water so they scream and hiss and bite but they’re not trying to hurt Bruce so much as show they’re upset (they get over it eventually but begrudgingly lol).

I also want to note that this idea has all of the batkids closer in age and younger because I like the idea of Bruce trying to manage a litter of mischievous little Mer-batpups and also because I think it could play into the idea of mers as social creatures that form pods and would likely usually raise pups communally in the pod and the pups would form their own little pod mirroring the adults.

#batman #batfam #batman au #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #cassandra cain #merpeople #mer au #stephanie brown #duke thomas

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florisa6s · 3 months

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A idea- Mer au 2

(Just my thoughts and takes!)

Jason has fins that are spikey and he puffs them up whenever he feels in danger or angry but secretly loves having them petted but he would rather die again before admitting it (he likes to personally scare humans by acting like a sea monsters. Also I have no idea on the whole dying part in mer ideas I mean mostly I've seen people make him get kidnapped and stuff in fics so idk...)

Damian is a little boi who ends up gnawing at Bruce and Jason who just lay there as if nothing is happening while Dick panics and try to get Damian off (Damian doesnt bite Tim) he rarely bites Dick because he knows Dicks tail is more sensitive plus he always gets disappointed looks from him.

Damina accidentally bites Tim and in apology he licks at the wound feeling regret for biting him because as said earlier Tim would be a octopus boi!

Dick would be an dragon fish because pointed out by (@autistic-human) totally looks like him and I can see the others complaining about him taking up so much space. (Also a cool mention of Jason being a jellyfish and honestly I can see Dick trying to hug him only for him to get zapped)

I haven't decided what kind of mer Damian would be maybe like a piranha or a shark? (Just thought about him being a sea bunny, lol)

I never thought what type Alfred would be....?

#dc prompt #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #batman #mer au #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth

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butcherlarry · 1 month

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Weekly Fic Recs 58

This week's fic recs! Also! I am going to try out posting these lists on Saturday instead of Sunday starting next week. If it works out, I'll probably stick with that schedule then (barring travel/holidays/other unexpected shenanigans). Anyway, onto the fics!

a sky of honey by TheResurrectionist - Superbat, complete. The omegaverse mpreg Bruce fic! This part is done!! And it's sooooo gooood!!!! The gala chapter was everything I hoped for and more, especially the Clark and Lex scenes :) If you've been waiting to read this fic until it was no longer a wip, here's your chance! Do it now! And check out the art januariat has been making along the way!!

the trials and tribulations of fatherhood by InkpotSprite - Batfam, complete. Dick, Jason, and Tim argue who was the worst kid growing up. Bruce is so, so done with everything.

The Bruce Wayne-Batman Feud Theory by inabsurd - Batfam, complete. Bernard releases a conspiracy theory out onto the world that Bruce and Batman hate each other. Shenanigans ensue.

"Whatcha Got There?" "A Smoothie." Colourized by TheWitchBoy - Batfam, complete. Bruce gets deaged into a baby. The bat kids take care of him until he gets reaged. Shenanigans ensue.

(Love) Triangles Have Multiple Centers by frozenpotions - Superbat, wip. More identity porn shenanigans! Clark is feeling better after getting hit with Kryptonite! Robin continues to be adorable! And Bruce cock blocks himself :)

Riddle this for me by Speechless_since_1998 - Batfam, complete. The Riddler captures Robin (Jason) and is being a big meanie to him >:( Luckily Tim is there to defend his honor until Batman arrives :D

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat and Batfam, wip. More mer Bruce fic! Bruce is back, but injured! Also, where is Tim??? :(

keep me there by TheResurrectionist - Superbat, complete. Fellas, is it gay to distract your teammates from when your alien boyfriend isn't feeling too good by verbally attacking the nearest space cop? (The answer is yes!)

Collective Judgments by withthekeyisking - Batfam, complete. Dick has some incidents of people being racist to him about his heritage. Luckily, he has his family to protect him and call people out on their bullshit :)

A Brief Interview by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday - Batfam, complete. An AU where Tim is the youngest. Damian finds a small, unsupervised child stalking him. The only solution is to adopt him (obviously).

Padam by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, wip. A fic inspired by januariat's lovely art! A young, college student Clark explores his queerness for the first time by going to a gay club. I wonder who will meet there? :)))))))

Running Headlong into My Arms by gleesquid - Batfam, complete. Jason discovers the power he holds by calling Bruce "Dad." Shenanigans (and feelings) ensue.

Road Rage Robin by heartslogos - Batfam, complete. Turns out, Tim has terrible road rage. Shenanigans ensue.

Enjoy!

#weekly fic recs #fic recs #fanfiction rec list #fanfiction recommendations #fanfic recs #superbat #batman #superman #bruce wayne #clark kent #batfam

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crowned-aeris · 1 day

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Mermay's almost upon us.... are y'all ready for my ~17.9k words of fluff and angst? 🥰

Featuring:

Bruce Wayne as King of Gotham

Dick as a Mer

Jason as a Selkie

Tim as a Siren

Damian as the Prince of Two Kingdoms

Special Appearances Include:

Clark Kent as Fellow King

Conner & Jonathan Kents

Alfred as Head Butler

and MANY many more! Tune in on May 1st for Part 1, Chapter One, of my 2024 MerMay writing challenge :3

Here is the bingo i'll be following:

by @skumhuu so check them out!

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brudick-summerexchange · 9 months

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BDSE DAY 5!!!

WOW IT'S DAY 5 OF BDSE ALREADY!!!

Here are some more fanworks for you to enjoy!! We highly encourage you all to leave comments and kudos on the fanworks. And even better if you can rec it to a friend <3

WORKS

BDSE Artwork [Art] for NyxKvistad [Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Summary:

Artwork for the brudick summer exchange featuring Dick in his police uniform.

Drowning in You [Art] for Raven_Hallowryn [Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Summary:

Some Mer!Brudick

The End of an Era, the Beginning of Another [Fanfic] for Caroaimezoe [Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings]

Summary:

It's a Tuesday afternoon in a bougie neighborhood in downtown Blüdhaven. It begins like any other day, with a newspaper, a cup of Claremont's coffee, and the pastry of the day. There's nothing untoward about the beginnings of the day. Nothing out of place. The same faces, the same weary customers in line, the same air of Tuesday just being a second Monday for so many people.

Better than the Sweetest Dream [fanfic] for cr0nu5 [Teen, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Summary:

Damian accuses Bruce of failing his Valentine’s Day duties; namely, romancing Dick Grayson. This starts a chain reaction that leads to exploding heart bombs, forced imprisonment, and wedding bells.

keep telling me to give it up [fanfic] for rurihiwatari [Explicit, Rape/Non-Con]

Summary:

After a mission gone wrong and the break up of a dynamic duo, Dick finds out he is pregnant with Bruce's child, only he isn't sure he knows what he wants. Luckily, or unluckily, the titans are there to help him find out.

Puppy Love [fanfic] for YaminoTenshi202 [Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings]

Summary:

Dick is lonely after moving to Gotham so his therapist suggests he get a support animal, a puppy. He goes to a fundraiser at the local animal shelter and meets a rather unique person- Bruce Wayne.

Thank you, Mimi, for letting us use your art in this post. <3

#brudick #dickbru #brudicksummerexchange2023 #brudicksummerexchange #brucedick #bruce wayne/dick grayson #bruce wayne x dick grayson

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13phantom13angel13 · 1 year

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Wayne Woes

A/N:I had gotten this request for lee!Damian about a month ago, so here it is! I apologize for the long wait. Being an adult sucks. Anyways, ENJOY.

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Damian and Jon were hanging out in the bat cave together as Bruce and Clark worked on trying to solve some case for the league. In their boredom and infinite wisdom, they decided to spar to pass the time until their dads were done.

With Jon holding back his Kryptonian powers, he and Damian were pretty evenly matched; swapping back and forth pinning each other. They were having a blast just messing around, neither one of them taking the matches seriously.

Damian grabbed Jon in a loose headlock, both of them pausing for a moment to regain their breath.

“They sure are taking their sweet time, aren’t they?” Jon asked as he inhaled deeply.

“Tch. It doesn’t surprise me. Their brains can only function so efficiently when they’re around each other. I swear they have two brain cells fighting for third place.”

Jonathan had to laugh at that. It was true. Whenever Clark and Bruce got together, Clark seemed to get them off track one way or another. It was inevitable. Lois swears he has ADHD sometimes.

“That’s true knowing my dad,” Jon remarked as he grabbed Damian by the sides to steady himself. What he didn’t expect was for the uncharacteristic yelp that came out of his friend’s mouth. Jon looked at the older boy confused. “Uh…you alright there, Dami?”

Damian’s cheeks flushed slightly, not daring to make eye contact with Jon. He scoffed, desperate to deflect the attention away from his sudden reaction.

“I’m fine, Kent. You just startled me is all.”

Jon raised a skeptical brow at him, a smirk slowly forming across his lips.

“You’re lying. I can hear your heart beating rapidly.”

Damian winced slightly at that statement. Damn Jon and his Kryptonian powers. With a hard swallow, Damian lowered his gaze to meet Jon’s mischievous eyes. He knew he was in trouble now.

“You’re ticklish aren’t you?” Jon’s smirk widened further as he wiggled his fingers into Damian’s sides.

Damian’s breath hitched as he fought to keep the giggles at bay. Baby bat was as stubborn as his father. But they both knew it wouldn’t last long.

Stubborn as he was, Damian was also impossibly ticklish. A secret he tried his hardest to keep away from anyone outside of his family. Now, here he was. Being tickled by Superboy. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

Jon’s fingers suddenly attached to Damian’s thighs, a spot within easier reach for Jon in his current position. Damian squealed before hysterical giggles burst past his lips. His grip on Jon finally relinquished as he struggled to pull the tickling fingers away from his thighs.

Jon chuckled as he felt Damian’s legs tremble.

“I take it your legs are a good spot, huh?” His hands traveled further down latching on to Damian’s knees. That was it. It was over at that point.

With a loud wail, Damian went down to the floor in hysterics. Loud cackling laughter poured out of him like a waterfall. Jon laughed along with his friend as he followed him down to the floor, pinning his legs beneath him.

“Wow, Dami. I had no idea you were so ticklish!” Jonathan called over the loud laughter. Damian tried hard to dislodge the fingers wrapped around his knees. But who was he kidding? Jonathan was stronger than him.

“KEHEHEHENT!!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!! OH MY GOHOHOHOHOD STAHAHAHAHAP!!! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!!! OHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOD STAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!!” Damian cried out desperately. His cheeks had gone red already as tears of mirth formed in his eyes. Jon was actually quite shocked to hear those words come out of THE Damian Wayne’s mouth. Damian never admitted to a weakness so easily. It must be pretty bad.

Damian’s desperate grip on Jon’s wrist tightened momentarily as he continued to try to pull his hands away. Jon could feel Damian’s strength starting to fade as the tugging got weaker, his grip loosening. With one final moment of tickling, Jon had mercy on his friend. He released him and sat back as Damian sucked down precious oxygen, some residual giggles still coming through.

“Y-You…ahahare the absolute wohohorst…” He panted out. Jon chuckled fondly.

“Probably. But that was fun. I didn’t expect you to be so ticklish.” He beamed as Damian flushed.

“You have no room to talk, Kent!” He huffed as he sat up. His eyes traveled over Jon’s shoulder as movement caught his eye. His face paled as he stared behind him, mortified. Jon cocked his head in confusion as he followed Damian’s eyes. Standing in the doorway, with amused smiles, were their dads. Jon smiled sheepishly.

“Uh, hi. How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough. We heard screaming and thought we would check it out.” Clark stated with a bright chuckle. “Seems like baby bat takes after his dad.” Clark added quietly as he nudged Bruce playfully. Bruce glared at him with flushed cheeks. Too bad neither of them knew that Jon had also heard and passed that info on to Damian.

#repost because tumbler keeps eating my shit #ticklish!damian #damian wayne #Robin #jonathan kent #superboy

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 11 months

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Hooked on Your Line Now I'm Sinking

by NightShiftShenanigans

After losing his entire pod at a young age, Jason was adopted into a new pod where he finally felt loved and safe. Sure he got into arguments more and more as he grew up, but that never meant he’d want to be separated from them for long. They were his family, after all.

Unfortunately, Jason’s life never did go the way he’d plan.

All it took was one close encounter with the most feared poacher along the Jersey Shore to leave Jason injured and stranded among humans on land. Separated from his pod and the mers he loves, Jason can only hope to survive long enough to return to them.

Enter Danny.

Danny will be Jason’s state appointed mer representative during his stay at League’s Aquarium and Marine Center for Rehabilitation. Danny has dealt with dozens of cases during his time as a Federal employee, and yet this just might be his toughest yet.

Will Danny’s secret get revealed? Will Jason accept at least one ally while on land? Only time will tell.

Words: 3399, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, DCU

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Danny Fenton, Jason Todd, Ra's al Ghul, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth

Relationships: Danny Fenton/Jason Todd

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Mermaids, Mer AU, Mer Jason Todd, no capes AU, Halfa Danny Phantom (but divergent), DeadonMain, Alternate Universe - Merpeople, slightly graphic body horror, Angst, Fluff, but not for a while, Friends to Lovers, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, MerMay, the accident is not graphically described on screen, I am not a marine biologist, Bittersweet Ending

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47903104

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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tracidant · 1 year

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I'm a bit behind, story of my life, but here's my Day1 of MerMay story for the prompt "Self-portrait."

📢 Warning - there is mention of animal death, but not any of Damian's. Just a mention, nothing graphic.

Note - Damian's dog Titus was named after Titus Andronicus, a Roman war general featured in the play of the same name by William Shakespeare. He first appeared in Batman and Robin #2.

🧜‍♂️ MerMay Day 1 - Self - Portrait

Damian was sitting on the edge of the duck pond, shirt off, green and gold tail swishing idly, only the tip actually in the water. It was a gorgeous day to be outside, and he had brought his sketchpad. He was trying to draw all of the bird species he'd found on the estate and was hoping to catch a glimpse of the pair of House Finches he'd recently seen.

He was sitting quietly listening to the sounds, how he usually found his avian subjects, when he looked down. His reflection was disturbed by the gentle breeze across the water. It was how he felt about life right now. Both halves distorted.

Before he even realized it, his subject went from birds to himself. He'd drawn self-portraits before, but they were always the kind that could be hung and displayed in the Manor - him in a suit looking dour, and completely human. Father's friends would "ooh" and "aah" and comment on his talent, but all he'd done was a copy the image that he saw in the mirror. It wasn't art.

But this? This was something totally different.

When finished, it was hard to look at. The image was jarring to the eyes, but it was also jarring to the soul. Anyone who had ever felt torn between two worlds could see and feel it.

He wasn't sure about turning it in. His art teacher had always told him he needed to put more of himself in his work, and that's what he'd done here - bared his true self for all to see. But had he gone too far?

Not only did his teacher praise his work, and his openness, she insisted that he enter it into the county art competition. He'd entered pieces before, a watercolor of Alfred the Cat and a gorgeous charcoal of Wayne Manor, but he'd never gotten higher than third. "High degree of skill, no passion" he was told.

Well this was really putting himself out there. It wasn't a secret that he was half-Mer, but he'd kept that part as hidden as he could since he'd been in Gotham. This would certainly remind everyone.

So he entered his self portrait, more for himself than for any possibility of a prize. On the day of the exhibition, he listened from behind a curtain as people commented on it.

"...so daring..."

"...shows a fragility, but the openness gives it such strength..."

"...my kids are half-Mer too. I can't wait for them to see this..."

He easily won first place.

But for the first time, that didn't matter. Something about seeing himself so truly himself out in the open, awakened something in him.

"It's peace," Jon told him.

"Sorry, Kent, but this is the exact opposite of that. I feel alive. Vibrant even."

"Because you're at peace with yourself. Half alien here, so believe me when I say I understand."

Damian thought about it for a bit. "I think you may actually be right."

When the state competition came around, Damian changed the title of his work from the dry "Self Portrait" to "Peace." He came in second, but wasn't upset. He'd gotten so much more than just a ribbon after all.

He'd found himself.

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Epilog

The winner of the state art competition for his age group was a girl from Leonardo. She had done a breath-taking and heart-breaking watercolor of her and her dog Nick as he was being put to sleep. You could see the love they had for each other, and no one who saw it came away with dry eyes. Damian went to congratulate her and, of course, ask about her dog.

"He looks majestic, even in death. You must have loved him very much. Well-deserved win. I'm Damian."

She laughed. "I know who you are. Pretty sure everyone in New Jersey does. Your piece was pretty amazing too. I'm Nika."

"Is that where your dog's name came from? Nick and Nika?"

She laughed again, and Damian realized he really liked that sound for some reason. "Jeez you're gonna think I'm such a weirdo."

"I'm a half-Mer billionaire who was raised in the Himalayas and owns a cow. Weird is normal for me."

"His full name is Andronicus. It's crazy, I know. It's from a Shakespeare play called Titus Andronicus."

Now it was Damian's turn to laugh. He pulled out his phone. "Let me show you my dog. You'll never guess what his name is."

#damian wayne #mermay #damian's dog titus #robin

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meowmeowmeowmeow4x · 21 days

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Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Part 9

MASTAPOST

Byleth trembled as the Guard gathered in the barracks later that night. He had been found floating belly up near the top floor after having sounded the alarm.

It wasn’t his fault! T-there was a s-s-SIREN. Right there! In front of him! It looked thin and waspish and starving, and he was sure it was gonna maul him to death right then and there. Did you see the teeth on that thing?! Byleth shuddered. His hand went to cover his gills. Imagine being chomped on the neck by that stuff. The stuff of nightmares.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, he wasn’t the only one terrified. Well, that was a little misleading. Byleth stood at attention in line with his fellow guardspeople, awaiting dismissal. The debrief was long and agonising, hearing details about how the siren lurked around unnoticed for hours, but most of his comrades were just irritated, or even disappointed. He glanced to the right, where Ableth was nursing his wounds from trying to tackle the little demon, and he wasn’t even fazed! Like, holy shit. If the siren got that close to him, he’d probably shit his pants right on the spot!

No, the one who was terrified was apparently the local administrator, currently having a ‘conversation’ (more like a shouting match) with their commanding officer out of sight, but definitely not out of earshot.

“It was a child! A baby! Do you even begin, begin to comprehend how bad this makes you, and by extension, me, look?! King Arthur will have our heads! Our heads!”

Their commander audibly sighed (which was a big yikes, considering how patient the guy was even on a bad day). “I understand your concerns, administrator, but this guard have done the best they can. The siren child was armed with weaponry the likes of which we have never seen before, and the raids have been tireless besides.”

“Blah blah blah blah do you even hear yourself? Maybe if you had trained these grunts better they wouldn’t have been out-matched by a toddler!” Byleth took offence to that. He’d like to see the office suit face up against that monster!

“Only one man was hurt, and he’ll be disciplined for his recklessness. The child did not set out to attack anyone, he was only stealing supplies, and fled when resistance appeared. It’s the same story as ever.”

“It sounds like your guards are as incompetent as ever!”

“The sirens have no way to access such advance weaponry. Do you understand what this means? If we don’t speak up, what will we do when a proper war band appears, each bearing these weapons? How many towns will they have razed before your dead spirit will be ready to admit the consequences of this cowardice?”

The administrator sputtered. The ridiculous loss of composure, and the raucous laughter of Byleth’s friends helped sooth the abject terror of a hundred more sirens appearing out of the ravines. By Poseidon spare them!

Line breakening~~

With the adrenaline running low, Damian ran on fumes as he twisted through the ravine, tracing back his fin-strokes to the cave where he’d left Phantom. Against all odds, he found it, and almost cried in relief. Throwing his newly acquired loot to the floor, Damian let his body drop like a cold iron, and passed out.

Danny felt pain. Like, all over. Everything hurt. Normally he’d be able to heal any injuries he got while siren fighting, and what a blessing that was. He wasn’t sure just how dense his parents could be, but he didn’t want to test it. The aching agony all over his body reminded him just how little he ate that morning, and man was he regretting it. Stupid Skulker and his stupid hunting dog dolphins. His stupid hunting doglphins. And stupid Damian for making him come close.

Well, that was a little harsh. He couldn’t blame the kid for believing the dolphin propaganda. They had a tight grip on the world, man.

The smell of blood prickled his nose. Danny shot up, fully awake. “Damian where ar-”

There the kid was, collapsed against the rocky floor of their makeshift hideout. Beside him, bags and satchels spilled out with food, bandages and weapons?! Guilt rocked up Danny’s body. Did Damian go hunting for food while he was unconscious? The kid’s tiny body was littered in bruises, and raw patches where the scales barely healed over. His sail was bent at an awkward angle too. Where the hell did he go?! Where did he get weapons?

No wait. Danny came closer and sniffed the loot closely. You had to be kidding him. There were Atlanteans nearby?! Part of Danny very much doubted the idea that the Atlanteans, probably the number 2 siren haters in the world aside from his parents, would just hand Damian a gift basket if he asked them to. So he stole from them?

Jazz would call this catasrophising, but she wasn’t around, so Danny felt pretty justified in panicking a little. Like, what was he thinking?! The Atlanteans would’ve skewered him without a second thought.

A small whimper caught his attention. Danny’s mental disaster train screeched to a halt. Damian was shivering, violently. Oh right. It was like, midnight or something in a deep ocean ravine. The kid was probably freezing. And if he wasn’t healing, that meant he was low on nutrients, and even lower on body heat.

Right, needed to care for the kid. Crap. He was planning on staying near the surface for most of the trip. A blanket was big and cumbersome and he didn’t have much storage space on him.

But goddammit if he let the kid freeze to death on his behalf. Resigning himself to a fate of being bitten once Damian woke up, Danny picked up the tiny, fragile guppy, and tucked him underneath his fins. As Danny began to eat his fill, he wondered just what kind of person he was going to be swimming across two oceans with, to be brave enough to go out singularly into the unknown…

Damian awoke to the sound of chewing, and gentle purring. He missed Alfred the cat. Poor kitty. He probably missed Damian too. It’s ok, Damian can make it up to him. He’ll give the little kitty all the pets and grooming he could ask for.

A weight settled on his hair, and- oh… oh that was so good. He didn’t know Alfred could pet him too. Maybe this was one of the good endings to his life, one where he’d spend life as a kitten, without a care in the world. That would be so nice, just being there and safe and warm. The hand stroked and straightened his hair, and it snaked down to where his ears were and scratched them. It was pure heaven. Damian thought that such a place would be forever closed off to him, but maybe the world had decided to be kind…?

“Woah, you’re actually lowkey super adorable like this.” Alfred said. Why did Alfred the cat sound like a pasty-faced teenage boy? He’d always imagined him like the real Alfred: prim, proper, distinguished.

“You sound strange, Alfred.” Damian mumbled. The hand scratched his ear again, and Damian’s purring intensified. “Please return to your proper voice at once.”

“Dude, I have no idea who that is.”

Nonsense. Damian had named his cat after a very distinguished man, and let him know it every time he saw him. How could he not know his own name?

“That is preposterous. You are Alfred the cat, my esteemed pet and loyal member of the family.”

Aflred the cat snorted. He snorted. “Oh my god that is so gold. I’m going to hold this over you literally until you grow old and wrinkly.”

Damian felt… offended. That was so mean! Why would Alfred the cat say such a thing, to him, Damian, his owner and friend! Damian always made sure to treat his pets with the care and respect they deserved, and this is what he got!?

“B-bad kitty. You will be disciplined.”

And Alfred the cat just kept laughing! Alright, the air of relaxation evaporated as Damian started getting annoyed. He opened his eyes, ready to teach his wayward cat some manners when-

The last 24 hours caught up again. Before him was not Alfred the cat, as he had thought, but Phantom completely healthy again, lying on his back, laughing his heart out. Almost literally, too. Damian watched as Phantom’s still beating heart, and water-filled lungs bounced and jiggled inside his chest cavity with each half-choked laugh. It was mesmerizing, and kind of nauseating.

Suddenly Damian couldn’t find it in himself to be angry, just an overwhelming feeling of relief.

“Phantom!” He cried out, voice almost cracking. Phantom tackled him into a hug, and Damian only put up a token resistance. It just felt so… right. “You are… You have recovered from your injuries.”

“It’s Danny, actually.” Phantom, er- Danny, said, voice soft, quiet. Almost vulnerable… “Danny Phantom. Most people just know the Phantom part.”

Danny… Daniel…. “I was foolish. I should not have ignored your warnings. Forgive me, Daniel.”

“Hey now, don’t you start picking up the Fruitloop’s habits. It’s never Daniel. Just Danny. Daniel’s a randomass human name, but Danny’s mine.”

“It does not change the fact that it sounds like a nickname. I… I do not do nicknames.” Damian said. Normally he paraded this fact as a matter of pride. With Richard, Drake, even Kent. Now, with Daniel encompassing his body in warmth, he felt strangely small.

“And I don’t do self-deprecation. So what about a deal? I’ll forgive you, if you promise to call me Danny.” The older boy said, voice leaving no room for argument. And yet, the playful tone underneath it gave Damian something akin to comfort. The way Richard did in the early days, despite Damian’s barbs and open threats.

“Very well, D-Danny.” Damian forced out. The name felt alien on his tongue. “This is a privilege few can boast to.”

Daniel- no, Danny, chuckled again. “You sound like a kid saying a swear for the first time and they’re really scared of being caught.”

“I am not a child.” He was never allowed to be.

“You are crazy though. And reckless. And that’s coming from me!”

Ah, so Danny figured it out. “You noticed the smell of Atlantean.”

“What were you thinking? They hate sirens. With a capital H.”

“I will not apologise for my actions in there. You needed food. It was my own poor judgement that got you injured, so it was my responsibility to rectify that.”

Danny was quiet for a moment. “I’m really trying to channel that ‘angry because I’m worried about you’ energy that my sister does, but you’re making it really difficult. Now I just feel bad.”

“They posed no threat to me. It was an easy operation.” Damian said. Danny sighed again.

“What am I gonna do with you? Outside of taking you home, that is.”

“For one, you could unhand me.” Damian’s words were hollow, even to him.

“And let you freeze to death? No chance. Now come on. The sun’s about to rise, and you need your breakfast.”

“Have you eaten enough yourself?” It would not do to let this foolish teenager hurt himself for Damian’s sake again.

“Dude, I’m like triple your size and age right now. It’s my job to be worrying over you.” Damian harrumphed.

It felt nice to be cared for again.

LINE BREAK BABY

Bruce hung up the phone. Dick was about ready to riot, and the others were on a wire-thin line too. It was one of the most exhausting calls he’d done in his life, but it had to be done. He wasn’t going to leave his family in the dark, not after Jason.

It wasn’t just he who had potentially lost a son, however. In his hours of maddened searching, he’d glossed over the fact that the son of local siren hunters, the Drs Fenton, had also gone missing. Tim was already on the case, sifting through thousands of hours of CCTV footage to analyse the kid’s behaviour of the course of the last six weeks. Two unrelated boys going missing at the same time. And one boy had been displaying suspicious behaviour for months before hand. Something was up.

And so Bruce straightened his tie. He refused to wear any form of black. Not now, not yet, while there was still hope to be clung to. His trip to Fentonworks was in part to share condolences, and in part to investigate. Wherever Damian was, the clues lay somewhere surrounding Daniel Fenton.

He just hoped Damian had to be ok. If this hope died, Bruce felt like he might die with it.

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