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bluboothalassophile · 6 years

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Welcome to Chaos

@chromium7sky, again a HUGE thanks to her for allowing me to use the Batlings for this story!

Spoilers for Hopes for a Bastard!

Hell Sweet Hell...

Damian took a moment as he stared at the face of this Raven to pick out ever minute difference between this one and his wife. This Raven was younger, she looked barely twenty years old; at the most, her eyes were sharper, more predatory, her face more apathetic, and there was an edge there that his wife did not have. This Raven, like his wife, radiated power, oozed magic, and displayed nothing but confidence, even as she was wrangling an over enthusiastic Ingo.

He took a moment to turn his head to stare at the other four children here, he recognized Mar'i, her solid glowing green eyes, black flaming hair, and innocent face. She looked about a year old. There was a girl, a wee bit older than Mar'i, looking about Ingo’s age, dual colored eyes, one brillian blue eye and a green eye, heterchromia, his twins had it; it must have been somewhere in his father’s line, he deduced staring at the girl. This girl looked like Selina and his father though, she was rather precious looking with her dual colored eyes, and he softened at her. There was another girl, he recognized Roy’s spawn, those dark forest green eyes and straight black hair, she looked like her mother. Then there was a child that stared at him with icy blue, almost translucent blue, eyes, with ivory skin so pale it was like ice, and hair as inky black as his own, this child he did not recognize.

“What the!?” Raven shrieked, he saw her throw up a shadow to catch herself as she surrendered and propped his son on her hip. Her hair was midnight black, but the same lavender undertones were there, but against his son’s brilliant violet hair, it was just black.

“He’s colicky and his mother’s son,” he supplied for her.

“I’m not his mother!” she gasped. Ingo was snuggling up against her and clinging tightly to her hoodie, it looked like one of the tacky ones Todd always wore in his home.

“What happened?” he finally asked rubbing his temples, he just wanted some clarity here, from Raven.

“My guess, he’s got powers, and they’re manifesting, and he can’t control them. They’re probably triggered by his emotions, he sought out a familiar psyche or taste of emotions and somehow he brought you both here,” Raven deduced.

“And where is here?” Damian demanded.

“I don’t know where it is in corilation to your universe, it’s my home though,” she said.

“Who are they?” he gestured to the children; he wanted confirmation.

“Mar'i, Helena, Lian and Terry,” Raven answered sitting, Ingo was humming as he tapped Raven’s cheek.

“And how old are you?” he asked staring at her.

“Why?”

“You look like a child.”

“Thanks. I’m twenty, I’ll be legal in June,” she muttered.

“Can you help me?” Damian asked.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “I’ll call Jay and my Dami back.”

Damian stood as he looked out at the city, the Bat loomed overhead, it seemed… grungier here.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Jason didn’t land near where the commissioner could nab him up, and kicked the kid to the precinct roof as he lay very still, with is rifle in hand as he trained it on the perimeter and listened to the commish through the coms four the fourth meeting of the night; it was only midnight. His phone from Raven buzzed and habit had him answering.

“In the middle of something sunshine, can I call ya back?” he asked.

“I got a problem?”

“It’s called sugar overload,” he answered.

“Ha-ha. No, I have a serious problem, Red,” she countered.

“What’s on fire?”

“Well, nothing.”

“Then you’re good.”

“Mmm… I’m staring at Robin,” she countered.

“Queen, he’s with me, so that’s not possible,”

“Normally I’d agree.”

“How would you disagree, I’m looking at the demon spawn right now, he’s talking with the commish,” he said.

“Well… he’s about thirty, very handsome, condescending attitude, Talia’s green eyes, he favors his mother, Jay, and he’s got a baby he had with me,” she said.

Jason stiffened at that. “Jail bait’s not old enough to have a kid, Rae.”

“Mmm, he is in a different dimension.”

“WHAT!?” he sputtered.

“Yeah. That kid I told you about, brought him here,” Raven answered.

“I’ll collect the batbrat and we’ll be back in fifteen,” Jason sighed.

“Thanks,” she replied. Jason hung up, and continued his watch of Damian. This was going to be fucking weird, he knew it, he could feel it in his bones as he watched the bat brat. The kid was running off the building when Jason spoke into their comms.

“This night is boring,” Damian complained before Jason could even speak.

“Boring is best,” Jason pointed out dryly. Because he had a feeling the moment they met up with Raven it would no longer be boring. Jason kind of missed the days when the weirdest thing he had to deal with was himself. “Kay, we gotta head in for the night.”

“But there’s still work to be done.”

“I think that little bird’s problem trumps us knee capping a few more thugs,” Jason answered dryly.

“What happened!?” Damian's tone was sharp, Jason packed his rifle and was running rooftops.

“Magic shit happened, meet you at the Cave, check in is fifteen,” Jason snapped as he leapt off the roof.

Damian grunted and the comms went silent.

Jason supposed that worst case this was another nasty trip through the multiverse for him, and he wasn’t thrilled at the thought as he landed then leapt onto his bike before revving the engine and blasting out of the alley. He soared into traffic as he headed for a secondary entrance for the Cave, which would take him beneath the harbor for the Cave.

Whatever it was that Raven had entangled herself in he hoped that it didn’t involve him getting his ass kicked into the multiverse again. He was still suffering whiplash from his first trip around the multiverse.

Please let this problem be an easy fix, he pleaded with the fates vainly.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Raven hung up her phone and saw weird, grown up Damian staring out at Gotham.

“The city is filthier than the one I live in,” he muttered.

“I don’t know, it’s pretty clean to what it was according to Dick,” Raven defended. She felt the need to defend Gotham because this was he moms’ home. Harley and Ivy loved Gotham, though Raven stubbornly remained a New Yorker and Victor stubbornly remained a Bostonian. Damian glowered at her, but she folded her arms.

“That is an inappropriate shirt for a young lady in the Wayne home to be wearing,” Damian stated.

Raven glanced down at her shirt; ‘On A Beer Run’ was what it red, now she remembered she was in yoga pants and a hoodie with this tank top, Jason’s hoodie to be precise.

“And I thought you’d be taller,” she jabbed and saw that she had hit a sore spot of his as she smugly smirked. He radiated this power and she almost thought it to be impressive. Almost.

“You are not like my wife.”

“I doubt your Raven and I have lived through the exact same things,” Raven felt the need to point this out.

He sighed. “I suppose not,” he admitted then looked down at her with a gaze somewhere between cold and condescending and kind and loving. “Damian al Ghul-Wayne, Batman,” he bowed a bit at her, and she blinked.

“Rachel Roth, Raven,” she replied. She bounced the baby on her hip.

Ingram Alfred Wayne! A voice stated demandingly in her head which had her jolting as she stared at the baby, he blinked up at her with brilliant emerald eyes and she stared back. He looked like her; it was unnerving.

“Hello, Ingram.”

“Ingo,” Damian corrected.

“He’s telepathic,” Raven stated.

The older Damian blinked as if this were news to him, and then looked at his son, unblinkingly. “I was unaware of this development,” he muttered.

“Alright Ingo, if you’re smart enough to telepathically communicate you’ll listen to this,” Raven stated and hoisted the boy so they were eye to eye. “I’m Not Your Mom.”

Those green eyes widened then started misting as the baby’s bottom lip quivered.

“You dimension traveled, I’ll get you home, but I’m not your mom,” she repeated. Ingo sniffed and she set him on her hip again.

“Mama,” he whimpered as he clutched her tank top and buried his head in he shoulder.

“Was that necessary?”

“Actually, yes, it was, because I’m not his mom despite being Raven. I learned this, he’ll have to learn this too if he dimension travels,” Raven admitted.

“He is a baby.”

“Capable of telepathic communication and dimension hopping, it is important he learn his reality, even your Raven will agree with that. And I have not rejected the child, merely clarified that there is more than one version of his mother in the universe, which is important for him to know,” Raven stated.

Ingo was sucking on the sweatshirt string now and stared at her with curious eyes rather than all adoring.

~~~*~*~*~~~

It was a ripple which had his eyes opening as he sat up in the afternoon sun beating warmly down on his black fur. His tails swished as he looked around for the disturbance of the ripple of power then he was up and padding for a portal.

He must alert his mistress to this.

Nosferatu was a faithful, loyal familiar, and as the nekomata of the Gem of Scath he felt the need to alert her to the power ripple. The power was too familiar to not need to alert her, too much of the demon was in this power.

“DADDY!” a scream alerted Nosferatu to the offspring of his child which had his ears flattening at the child’s pitch, then he rounded the corner to be face to face with a round tear stained, dual colored eyed face of Fawke.

“NOS!” she screamed before she threw her arms around him and sobbed into his fur.

“Unhand me spawn!” he screeched as he attempted to squirm to his escape, the girl howled in pain before shadows exploded which had him going limp in the toddler’s grasp.

“Daddy Gone!” she cried.

“Cease this prattle, your father is somewhere about,” he growled as he was dragged with Fawke towards the human nursery. Great, the offspring were left unattended. Idiotic humans! And they dare to think him nothing more than a best.

Yōkai did not leave their young unattended! It was too much power running rampant.

~~~*~*~*~~~

His eyes opened and he rumbled feeling the power, so much raw power.

Others eyes opened, and they rumbled as they were spurred to life, sliding through the fires of hell.

“Power,” he growled, and there was a magnetic pull to the power as he opened a portal from Hell towards the power and walked out.

“Sister,” his brothers whined.

“Power,” another whine and he stared out at the dreary night as his six eyes whirled and he felt a pulse of magic energy.

“Scath,” he groaned pleasurably feeling his sister’s power radiating around the raw untapped power of something new and unknown. He’d claim it, claim it as his own. His brothers surged forward, and he walked towards the shadows as he sought out this power. It would be his! His! Then he’d be King of Hell! Surpassing their terrifying father!

~~~*~*~*~~~

It wasn’t all that terrible if she called her husband to check in right!?

Raven tilted her head back and saw the time, then groaned as she face planted in her pillow.

She was pathetic, it was two a.m., they would all be asleep. She would not be THAT woman with no faith in her husband, he could handle this. She was sure he could.

Still, she wanted to check in…

But she didn’t want to wound Damian's pride.

Groaning she surrendered, getting up she grabbed some ZzzQuil to knock herself out. She’d call in the morning when she wasn’t half dead from worry. Her husband could handle a night with the kids, and if he couldn’t she’d go straight home. Yes, she liked that plan!

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