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batbabydamian · 4 months

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i love how Damian’s beast transformation are these intense shots and paneling before the full page reveal of just

kitty 🥺

#the page is so dramatic!! the claws!! the teeth!! and then. SMOL. he meow. i cry.#rambling #damian is a cat

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curse-of-orion · 4 months

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A damian with emotional stability.

HEY, I saw the Merry Little Batman movie, I seriously loved it, it was too cute. So why not give a special mention to that little Damian!

#fanart #damian wayne #damian al ghul #dc #dc comics #merry little batman #so smol #batman #little bat

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kawaiikenna · 2 years

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I saw this in another fic where Danny is getting chased by one of the older football players and to get to a ‘safe zone’ he climbs up Kwan and sits on his shoulders. But could you imagine him doing this to the taller Bats? I think his favorite people to perch on are either Dick or Jason. He will perch on Bruce but not as often. Just;

Danny running full speed towards the nearest tol brother and scrabbling up to perch on their shoulders.

A very peeved Damian following closely behind with katana in hand. Absolutely soaking wet.

This can go one of two ways depending on which big brother Danny is perched on.

Dick: Hey, hey! What happened?

Damian: Daniel thought it would be funny to dump a bucket of water on me while I was tending to Bat Cow.

Danny: And it was hilarious. You look like a drowned rat.

Dick trying to de-escalate the situation: Danny that wasn’t very nice.

Danny: Yeah, sure, but I don’t think that deserves to be cut up by the angry gremlin down there.

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Danny perching on Jason.

Jason, very snidely: You know you’re supposed to take your clothes off before you get in the shower?

Damian: Shut up Todd. I only wish to exact revenge on Daniel. Now get down here!

Danny: Yeah no can do there short stack. I don’t really fancy getting carved up like a turkey.

Jason: Why not? You’re one already.

Danny, with faux offense: I am not.

Jason: Uh huh. Sure, and that’s why you’re definitely not hiding up on my shoulders. Just so the Demon Brat won’t get you back.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc #dp #dc x dp #jason todd #dc comics #dpxdc #dp headcanons #is this ooc?#eh idk #you tell me #batfam #dick grayson #damian wayne #Danny just perching on tol beans to get away from smol beans

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meowmeowmeowmeow4x · 16 days

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Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun part 6

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

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

“Phantom, you’re injur-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damian, need food, to heal..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No! He could not!

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

He had to make this up to Phantom, somehow.

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

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normal-internet-user · 4 months

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Guess who just watched Son of Batman and-

@ziipzeepzop-eez I understand why you love the baby bat so much-

Look at him.

Look at the mighty warrior, heir to the demons head or whatever.

He's so SMALL

LITTLE BABY BOY

SO MUCH VIOLENCE

SO MUCH RAGE

It was hilarious to listen to this little baby talk about murder. "He doesn't deserve to breath" In the most squeeky baby voice ever.

#normie rambles #look at the tiny #he smol #want to squish #would get bit #worth it #damian wayne

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piedpiperart · 1 year

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Phantom in Gotham

DP x DC Fic

AO3

Danny escaped his parents and ended up on the streets of Gotham, going out as Phantom invisibly and helping out the local vigilantes. The bats are wary at first but start to like their little ghost friend, especially when he heals Jason from the Pit Rage.

Meanwhile Danny gets into Gotham Academy and befriends Tim and Steph, who are worried for this poor kids health and try to get him to the manor. It doesn’t work until Jason stumbles across him as Red Hood and kidnaps brings him home.

#there’s 20 chapters so far #just figured I’d post it here if people wanted to read #danny phantom #dc x dp #ghost king danny #jazz Sam and Tucker had his escape all planned out #he was gonna have a smol apartment and go to gotham academy #he still goes to school but oops a rogue burned down his place #Danny is pretty okay with being homeless #due to trauma he doesn’t sleep much anyways #batfam shenanigans #jason Todd #Tim drake #no ships for now but possibly in the future #damian wayne #dick grayson #bruce wayne

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kawarikisaki · 8 months

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Since I’m still trying to learn DC lore before i do anything wild for DCXDP.... and my main fandom is DCMK......

Squish the new blorbos and old blorbos together? Yes.

I might make more of these later, I have a few more sets of 1 character from each i wanna squish together. For now 5 feels like a good number though.

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cephalog0d · 4 months

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Batkid Drabble - "Trapped"

((For @dangerousdan-dan because I couldn't get this image out of my head and it makes me laugh.))

“Stop taking pictures and help,” Tim hissed as loudly as he dared. Steph absolutely did not do either, instead shifting to get a better angle of both Tim’s panicked expression and Damian’s cheek smushed against his shoulder.

“Cat rules, Timothan, you’re stuck.”

“I’m gonna be stuck with a knife when he wakes up!”

Steph sent the picture to the group chat, then immediately had to silence her phone as people responded. Tim winced and made an unsuccessful swipe for it, then went utterly still as either the sound or his movement abruptly roused Damian from his sleep.

For a long, tense moment nobody moved. Steph leaned back precariously over the coffee table, out of reach, while Tim sat frozen, one arm outstretched. Neither of them dared to even breathe.

Damian blinked slowly, muttered something unintelligible, then shifted to close the distance between him and Tim again before dropping his head heavily onto Tim’s shoulder and going back asleep almost instantly.

“Oh my god,” Steph breathed, hastily reopening the group chat. Tim looked, if anything, even more distressed.

“Stephanie. Help.”

“Shh, the baby’s sleeping.”

Tim’s face said she would pay for this later, but the photos would be worth it. Probably.

((Also on AO3))

#Cat Rules apply to Damian #i imagine he's a pre-teen here and still smol #Dick is obviously VERY obnoxious about how proud he is of them getting along #(because he IS but he's also a troll and that's much more fun than being subdued and genuine)#agent of chaos stephanie brown #always #stephanie brown #tim drake #damian wayne #ceph writes things #batfam #based on my sweet cat who does this when i move around in bed or on the couch. he just moves close to me again and goes back to sleep.

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