#why is Damian's hair so hard to draw?

[sirhinkjinks]

aw, bats!

#dc #batfam #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #dick grayson #cassandra cain #jason todd #stephanie brown #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne al ghul #titus #my boy #alfred pennyworth #why is it so hard to list everyone #anyway dick jason and stephs hair has got to be like top ten i can never decide how to draw your hair #maybe bruce too #cass and tim. so good so easy #dennis doodles

[imbadatwrighting]

ARTISTS ARE ATTRACTIVE

SUMMARY: Tim Drake was never know for being the most attractive brother, but you always found a way to make him think he was…even if you did it in a unusual way with your weird staring problem.

WARNINGS: Artists are attractive troupe, hinted that reader can be mean to others, hinted autistic reader, Tim Drake in love, gn!reader, masc! Reader, reader being called “boyfriend”, blunt!reader, crappy writing bc I wrote this half asleep, reader wearing a tie, ooc Tim, short

PAIRINGS: Tim Drake/Reader

Tim Drake had a lot of things: brothers, computers, coffee. But he only had one boyfriend. A mean yet sweet boyfriend who apparently was having a major staring problem.

It wasn’t hard for Tim to realize you were staring him down from across the couch while he was trying to finish long past due work.

Your eyes seemed to be roaming all over his body as if you were trying to memorize his figure’s pose.

Tim let out an almost inaudible sigh, turning his body to face you. "Can I help you?"

"No,” you breathed out, not removing your gaze from your boyfriend.

"Ok then," Tim whispered, moving his body to fully face his Mac book once again. Sure, he was used to you staring at him almost all day while he talked to his brother or was working, but you never made it this obvious. He was used to you looking away when you suspected that he would turn to look at you. He always found it a cute little quirk of yours, but it just felt different this time. In a good way of course, but still.

Tim took in a deep breath, looking at you from the corner of his eye. He could see the way your finger tapped along the table next to you in a rhythm only known to you and how your hair was slowly falling into your eyes. It didn’t falter your staring problem however.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

You hummed, “looking at you.”

Tim let out another sigh, closing his Mac knowing that he won’t be able to concentrate on it for much longer. He would get back to it later when your asleep or fixating on something else. “I get that.”

“Then why’d you ask?” you questioned.

Your boyfriend made a sound unfamiliar to you. “I meant why are you staring at me?”

“Because I want to remember you.” A look of confusion washed over Tim’s face.

“I have a feeling you won’t be forgetting me soon, unless you know something I don’t.”

“No.”

“No?” he repeated. Usually by now you’d be getting to your point, leaving nothing in the dark. It was like your T.M.I button was disabled. Not like Tim cared, he loved to hear you ramble on about something while he’s doing work, it brings him a peace of mind.

“You look good.”

There it was.

Blush started to form on Tim’s checks along with a small grin. “Do I?” Tim smiled. He noticed the look of pure adoration on your face, it always made him feel good about himself.

“Yes, you look very attractive. I'm trying to enshrine this into my mind to draw later,” you stated like it was nothing. To you isn’t wasn’t, you were just being honest, but to Tim it made him feel butterflies all over again.

He wasn’t used to it. His family never said things like that to him, barely praising anything he did. You didn’t either, not in a bad way, you showed your love in a different way.

“What got you thinking on that?” He assumed it had something to do with his brothers that you talked to earlier this day.

“Your brothers,” you told. Of course it was his brothers. “Damian said that you were a bad muse but I don’t think so. You’re plenty attractive, making you a perfect muse.”

Tim felt like his face was turning into a tomato because of you. Trying his best to ignore it, he looked down at his dirty shoes. They were covered in coffee stains at least a couple weeks old.

“Do you think that the artists are attractive too? Because I think the artist right next to me is very attractive.”

Tim noticed that your fingers stopped tapping on his stained coffee table and you turned yourself to be facing Tim.

His face moved in your direction, blush even more distinguishable.

Your eyes looked almost doe-like when looking at your boyfriend and your lips were pursed in a straight line.

“What? You have anything to say?” Tim asked. His nerves were getting to him. He knew perfectly well he had no reason to feel this but his brain was fighting against it.

“I wouldn’t say all artists are attractive, like Van Gogh! He was labeled as ugly, ungracious, impolite—” you rambled getting cut off by your boyfriend pulling you into a quiet kiss, his warm lips on yours.

Slowly pulling apart, Tim stared at your glistening eyes. “I wasn’t talking about him, I was talking about you.”

“Oh.” Not wanting to mess with whether you get another kiss, you ignored the confused thoughts in your head, leaning back into Tim.

He smiled at the expression on your face. Anyone else would be dead before they saw it, but he wasn’t anyone else. He was the one that could break down your walls like you did to him.

Tim inched away, his hand still gripping onto your tie. It seemed like every time you leaned in, he leaned further away.

“Let me kiss you,” you whined. A bigger grin appeared on your lover’s face.

“I have work to do,” he hummed, fully pulling away from you. You grabbed onto his arm dragging yourself closer to him.

“I’ll make you coffee. The good kind too,” you grinned. Tim faked thinking it through, pushing you gently off the couch.

“Fine, but be quick.”

You laughed, dragging Tim up and to the kitchen while he let out complaints about how he shouldn’t be the one getting up to go to the kitchen.

You pushed him into the counter, lips chasing after his. “You know, the deal was meant for you to make me coffee then we kiss,” he said in between breaks for air.

“That’s stupid. I have stuff to do.”

“Oh yeah that drawing is super important,” he laughed, his tone lost in your ears.

“Exactly,” you huffed, continuing to pepper kisses along Tim’s face and neck. His hands trailed down you arms, enjoying the break your giving him from work.

His artist always knew how to make him feel good.

#x male reader #x reader #male reader #tim drake x male reader #tim drake x reader #tim drake #gn reader #gender neutral reader #dc x reader #dc x male reader

[darthvashtique93]

Sketch

The light was just right. Damian leaned back into a comfortable position on the chair. Settling the sketchbook on his lap, he began to sketch. He started with his H pencil and began his outline. After the initial sketch, he started in on the finer details. He started with the curve of her jaw, the bottom of her heart-shaped face. It was narrow, but not narrow to a point. He dragged his finger over the graphite lines in a gentle caress, giving the jaw a small shadow. Damian smiled as the memory of his lips dragging across her jaw played on repeat.

Next, he drew her eyes. They were closed now as she slept soundly. After all, Damian thought with a smirk, she did have a late night. He couldn't wait for her eyes to open. When they were opened, they were the most expressive part of her body. They were literally the windows to her soul. Those violet irises always told Damian her exact mood. Last night, for instance, the heat behind them nearly burned Damian to a crisp.

He moved onto her nose. Cute, perfect, and straight. It had never been broken. Damian wished he could say the same about his nose. He'd broken it several times throughout his 18 years. Damian was just happy he had a girlfriend blessed with healing powers. His nose was perfectly straight, and it was all thanks to her.

Lips. More specifically, her lips. He spent longer than needed on her lips, only because he loved drawing her lips. He'd spent so much time caressing and exploring them; he could draw them by heart. He caressed the drawing of her lips as his heart raced.

Moving on to her body, Damian drew a smooth line for the slope of her neck to her shoulder. He drew one arm resting gracefully on her hip. The other arm held the blanket, covering her perfect breasts. Damian chuckled as he remembered the first time he drew a naked Raven. She'd blushed and demanded he burn the drawing. Damian didn't mind throwing the drawing away. He had a great memory and didn't need a picture of her body. Doesn't mean he didn't like to draw it, but he'd promised no more naked photos. That's why he drew a sheet that covered her privates.

He spent some time on her hair, making sure to draw each strand perfectly. Her hair draped gracefully over her shoulders, and he drew a couple of strands falling in front of her face. The shading was hard. Raven's hair had felt like silk to the touch. Damian didn't know how to show the softness of her hair, but he did pretty well.

Holding his drawing away from his face, he frowned as he searched it for any imperfections. None. It was perfect. Almost as perfect as she is.

A moan from his bed caught his attention. He looked up in time to see Raven's large eyes flutter open. It took a moment for her brain to register where she was. She seemed startled and lost until her eyes fell on Damian. "Damian," she sighed softly, sitting up in bed. Holding her sheet to her chest, she rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes with one hand. "What are you doing?" she asked.

Damian's eyes fell to the hand clutching the sheet to her body. He gave her an endearing look. It always took a lot of coaxing on his part before Raven relaxed enough to show her body, but it was only in the daytime. At night, when the lights were off, she had no problem being naked. Damian smirked. Lucky for him, he could see pretty well in the dark.

Falling to his knees, he knelt by the side of bed, eye-level with Raven. "Good morning," he spoke softly, before leaning forward, capturing her tempting lips in a searing kiss. Pulling his fingers through her messy bed hair, Damian stood before gently rolling her onto her back. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she willingly opened her mouth to him. Damian groaned as Raven touched his tongue with hers.

Damian slowly pulled away and stared down at her lovingly. Dragging his body slightly lower, he placed a searing kiss on her breastbone. Raven sharply inhaled. Instead of continuing downward, he dragged his lips upward. He kissed the tops of each breast before moving his lips to her throat. Raven tilted her head back to give him easier access. From her throat, he kissed up to her chin. Raven released a soft squeal when Damian gently bit her chin. He chuckled as Raven playfully hit his shoulder.

Kissing around her mouth, he placed a kiss on each squishy cheek before pecking the tip of her nose. She chuckled softly when he placed a kiss on each eye lid. He then turned his attention to her lips, darting his tongue out to moisten his own. He kissed her top lip, and then took her bottom lip in his teeth. She moaned and arched into him as he sucked on her lower lip before kissing her with an open mouth, while his tongue darted in and out of her mouth. "Damian," she pressed her breasts against his chest as their legs tangled with each other.

It wasn't long before they both needed air, though Damian would have loved to kiss her non-stop. Gently caressing her lips, he slowly pulled away. Raven looked up at him, lips parted, breathing heavily. "Good morning," she breathed out heavily.

"Good morning," he kissed her one more time before rolling off of her. "I'm going to take a shower," he stood. Turning back to her, tracing her lips with his thumb, he asked, "Join me?" He held a hand out to her.

"Of course," she replied, her pupils growing larger as her eyes seemed to darken. Releasing the sheet, Raven allowed Damian to lead her to the shower, where they stayed until the water turned cold.

Sweather Weather - Chapter 1 - Vashti93 - Teen Titans (Animated Series) [Archive of Our Own]

#robrae #robin x raven #damian x raven #damirae #demonbirds #damian al ghul x raven roth #damian wayne x raven roth #damian wayne x raven #damian wayne x rachel roth

[maybeimamuppet]

Do you have any autistic/ADHD headcanons for Cady? (Love your fics by the way :333)

OH BOY DO I

(thank you dear!)

usual disclaimer these are based on her musical self and are mostly from a list i made like three years ago anyway yeeha

-literally my first bullet point in her characterization list is just “autistic”

-she’s the kind of person who’s like “at 1:47 pm on Tuesday, May 7, 2022 you said this in these exact words” and also like “i have not eaten or peed in seven hours” at the same time (idk if may 7 2022 was a tuesday i just made smth up lol)

-she has the kälteen bars on her at all times bc she forgets meals so often but she also constantly reminds her friends to take their meds and stuff when they forget

-she’s not actually a savant in math, she just likes rules

-for much the same reason she’s also a polyglot

-she studies languages from books and the people she grew up exposed to and is at least bordering on fluent in seven languages

-she was mute until she was six

-because of this she knows asl

-she uses it whenever she has nonverbal times and teachers her friends basics and like how to fingerspell and stuff so they can use it too

-she can speak backwards because she got bored learning how to read and taught herself to do it both ways. she can flip any word or phrase around in her head

-she’s really good at impressions bc she copycats to learn most of how to socialize and stuff so she’s very quick to pick up intonations and vocal tone and stuff like that

-she’s very sensitive to noise and to touch

-she prefers broadway music (which damian loves) bc they use enough diction to override her auditory processing issues

-she doesn’t like to be touched softly because it’s too tickly and she also just hates being tickled

-but she loves to be snuggled by her loved ones and one of her love languages is touch

-she loves soft clothes (like janis and damian’s jackets) and will steal them if she gets the slightest opportunity

-she loves to stim with her hair which is why it’s so long. and also other people’s and especially janis’ because it’s different colors and very soft

-she also loves when other people play with her hair

-she hyperfixates HARD on the lion king, especially the musical, when janis and damian show it to her and blows all her money on merch and stuff lol

-she’s shockingly organized but her handwriting is terrible

-her friends get her chewy necklaces and stim toys for like every birthday and holiday so she has them all on a rotation to be fair

-she is blunt as all hell and honest to a fault

-she loves when janis paints and draws on her for that good good sensory input

-she goes barefoot whenever she can for also sensory input but she always wears socks inside

-she hates when people whisper and also when people fake crying

-she stims a lot by singing and humming and most of the time she doesn’t notice but (insert preferred partner here) doesn’t mention it bc they love it

-she adores disney movies and cartoons 

-she hates crowds of people

-she had daily meltdowns as a plastic bc the texture of the clothes was so overwhelming for her sensorily

-she drops shit all the goddamn time and is incredibly clumsy

-she hates eye contact

-she does not understand fashion rules at all but gretchen gives her a crash course and that helps

-she hates surprises for the most part and is v into her routine

-she will tell her africa stories to someone on the sidewalk if they’ll listen to her

-she loves being off the ground. carried around, table time, riding in shopping carts. favorites.

-she has really weird medical knowledge

-she actually prefers to write or sign than speak out loud but she speaks anyway bc it’s faster and everyone can understand that

-she doesn’t easily pick up on sarcasm or figures of speech unless it’s v obvious/intuitive but janis teaches her so she’s got it down within a year of their friendship

-she constantly forgets what things are named and invents new ones. and also is constantly stumbling over her words and inventing new curse words

-she hates english class the most bc there’s so many exceptions to all the rules

-idk if this is an adhd or autism thing lol but she talks in her sleep

-she also can and will sleep anywhere but sometimes she pretends she can’t so she gets cuddles

#thank you for the ask!! #ik most of these are v stereotypical but eh #i based a lot on me and the rest just felt right #i don’t think they’re all applicable to each version of her either etc etc #she’s v nuanced in a way a list doesn’t lend itself to lol #anyway #thank you!! #cady heron #headcanon #ezzy gets an ask

[jonathan-samuel-smith]

BoSS Dami is like the same character but rather than serious and grumpy they play up his arrogance into him being boastful and cocky and I love it. He's having so much fun in the film, he loves fighting. He's bloodthirsty in a way that makes the audience happy for him which is pretty funny. I love the way they animate his facial expressions it's so good, and I love his voice. It's a little bit serious and broody while still being arrogant and youthful it's great. Jon sounds a little too old to be ten but I like his voice other than that. I love how Jon thinks he's cool and how quickly they bond despite clashing early on. And they're so cute. So. Cute.

The colorism thing is a big problem and it's par the course for Damian, when given the full range of color options for a character of his heritage they will always choose the lightest unless they're actively fighting their subconscious racism and colorism.

I went off on a rant on DC colorists colorism under the cut this post really got away from me, but READ THIS IF YOU DRAW DAMIAN!!↓

I get that you draw what you see and if you see a lot of white and lightskinned people you end up getting good at only drawing white people, and light skin has been purposely highlighted in visual media for centuries in this country, but USE GOOGLE IMAGE SEARCH GOD DAMNIT, FOLLOW POC ON SOCIAL MEDIA, HIRE POC. Go out of your damn way to learn this shit. If you can't do it good now, learn!

I went through this with homestuck, all the human characters have #00000 skin so you're free to have whatever race headcanons you want of them, but that's not actually representation. I was influenced by this style because coloring skin is hard so I just shaded it with my pencil and left it uncolored but then I realized by refusing to color the melanin in someone's skin, that's colorism. Fuck that. So I decided to learn, and mess up a lot of otherwise pretty works, because it would be worth it in the end. I'm still learning but I've learned so much already.

For example a lot of colorist societies draw pale skin far too desaturated. If you compare actual skin to the skin in anime, nearly all Asians that aren't photoshopped or wearing make up/bleaching look so much darker. Bleached paper being what we draw on and light skin being the presumed default in our culture has made white people (and others) way too comfortable doing the bare minimum in coloring skin. You don't still use the yellow crayon for blonde hair so why do you still use the very light peach/tan as the default skin tone? You're not even coloring light skin right let alone approaching properly drawing dark skin right.

I'm so fucking tired of every company doing this when I learned how to do better in middle school. Get out of your fucking comfort zone and draw diversely, or you're a coward and you're not doing anything to combat your culturally inherited racism.

Most DC artists are good at drawing 1 or 2 skin tones, maybe 3. There are so many more undertones and shades than that. I'm not counting rainbow colors. If you want Damian to be paler than his mother to reflect his mixed heritage that's totally fine! But it should be darker than Bruce's and Jon's. I've compared them and paid attention to the shadows being cast and he's really not darker than Jon and only rarely darker than Bruce because they drew Bruce especially pale.

I want you to understand that removing melanin from a character is erasure of their identity and actively harmful. There's a broad range of skin tones that the son of Talia and Bruce might have but choosing the lightest possible option is favoring white skin over dark skin, not realism. Just because you've seen more light skinned mixed kids doesn't mean there aren't darker skinned ones. The light skinned ones get more attention on social media and commercially because of social bias + algorithms + intentional racism. Most people who are colorist think that they're not racist because they're representing nonwhite people not bothering to notice that the people they represent have the most european features and light skin in their group. Yes those people are oppressed too but you're not fixing anything by only showing racially ambiguous people.

Mariner on star trek is a relevant example from animation. Both her parents have dark skin but she has much lighter skin because she's a main character. Stop it. Stop it. Don't think just because you see something highlighted a lot that it's the most common thing that's so dumb. How many mixed people do you think you see that you assume aren't mixed? There's confirmation bias at play.

I just wish I could beam this message into everyone's thick fucking skulls. Dark skin is beautiful. My number one coloring tip for any artist is this: don't be afraid to go too dark. You'll ruin the contrast and legibility and dynamic if you keep everything light and mid tones.

If you go too dark, you can filter it later.

I hate the argument "there are plenty of mixed people who dadadadada" stop. there are such a variety of people in numbers you literally cannot fathom with your human brain. You cannot picture all of the people that look exactly like whatever it is you're saying is more uncommon. Race is made the fuck up but its impact and cultural significance is real as hell. Genetics are so fucking diverse. I know a biologically related pair of siblings, one super tall dark skinned black dude and one super short freckled white girl, they have the same parents you cannot tell that they are related if you're thinking that mixed race children are like taking the skin tones and mixing them like paint.

Colorism is physically dangerous. People will assume that a mixed race child is being kidnapped by their parent because they so look different to them.

Damian could look the spitting image of Talia, I can tell you that with 100% certainty. He also could look the spitting image of Bruce, or Thomas Wayne, or Martha, or Ra's. All we know is that he's Arab, Chinese and white, he has black hair and green eyes, and he's short and good looking. Taking that and making the most european looking version of that guy as possible is fucking racist. I'm so serious.

If you want to do your part to combat racism and make a society where everyone can get attention and be seen as beautiful regardless of skin tone, then draw Damian with dark skin.

If you don't want to do that.... I don't understand you. Learn empathy, it will be useful to you.

#battle of the super sons #damian wayne #damian al ghul wayne #text post #jonathan samuel kent #jon kent #super sons #supersons #dc comics #damian al ghul #remember how i said i didn't come on here to rant about colorism “yet”? well the time has come #it will not be the last time im sure. i care about this a lot #batfam #batman

[dairy-farmer]

I like the platonic yandere route more than the romantic one. Also, for no reason, when I think about it, my mind always goes to Tim Drake as a girl. As a result here we are...

Tim had a dreamy expression on her face

Since the moment they landed for breakfast in the morning, no movement made by his family had met with a reaction except for a small curl of the lips

Dick, as he always did, kissed his little baby on the cheeks the first moment he saw her, but his sister did not try to get up on tiptoe to return the same gift to her older brother's cheeks in response to this gesture that she had been taught

(Even when Tim went out on tiptoe, she wasn't at a level to reach his brother. Dick might have been considered short if Damian's child height was set aside, but Tim was much shorter. So after Dick laughed at his sister's effort, he would take her in his arms, turn her around and listen to her angelic laughter)

Tim did not allow Jason to bury herself in his chest, as he did every time they met, and tried to escape from his hug by gently touching his back

(This was Jason's way of reminding himself of Tim's existence. If he left his little sister alone, bad things could happen to her, but if she lay on his brother's chest and let him have her, Jason could protect Tim from everything)

She didn't even fully pay attention to Damian's tiny hands, which were touching the tip of her jacket and trying to draw her attention to himself

(Damian loved his older sister, even if he didn't quite manage to show it. Soft hands touching his cheeks with care made him feel warm, he felt important under Tim's gaze. That's why he didn't mind acting like a child sometimes to get his older sister's attention for himself)

Even when Bruce stroked her hair, which he did very rarely, she responded by just smiling without blushing cheeks, and everyone knew there was a problem

(Bruce's attention to herself would always turn Tim into her baby Robin area, who is small and shy, who does not see the bad state of the world)

But knowing that there was a problem did not help them to find a solution

Tim was an introverted girl. If they asked her if she had a problem or not, she would try to pass it off and try to distract herself by finding a mission that was done in another city

They needed to get the big guns out so Cass and Steph were called to the manor...

Two of them said they wanted to be independent a little and moved into their own house a few months ago, so they didn't come home so much

Tim smiled at her sister and her best friend who were visiting and said that she started liking someone towards at the end of the day when they started spending together

A civilian boy who has just started a job at the company...

Cass and Steph's eyes were sparkling with anger as Tim excitedly talked about how interesting that boy was, with color coming into her cheeks

Nevertheless, they tried to gather more information, saving what they had to say for later and trying to be a partner in Tim's excitement

Of course, the men waiting in one of the lower rooms of the mansion could not be so calm

How could they be calm when a stranger was messing with their little baby's mind? This wasn't going to be Tim's first crush, his first girlfriend or boyfriend but this was different anyway

When Steph and Tim became lovers, they were both just kids trying to figure out how they felt about the same sex. Besides, the blonde was part of the family, so there was no one trying to snatch Tim away

Maybe the situation with Kon was a little more serious, but almost everyone involved in the heroic business was like each other's family. Kon could have been placed in distant relative status and there was even the possibility that he could be considered as their uncle, due to the cloning study situation and with Clark's not sure whether he considered Superboy as his brother or his child

But a civilian? A stranger who will never understand how hard they work to protect everyone, who is prone to fighting with their little baby and breaking her heart because she is keeping secrets?

They couldn't let that happen. They had to get rid of that child immediately

So how? As much as Bruce hated the boy who wanted to take his daughter away from him, he didn't want any of his children to get their hands covered in blood because of a senseless person

Dick suggested planning for an accident situation. They had to take action before he noticed and would fall in love with his babydoll

They staged a car accident in broad daylight. Besides, they had taken all precautions so that no one would suspect and they had left no trace. All that was left was for the useless little scumbag to die and leave

But the boy who had to stay under the car and die in the hospital had opened his eyes to Tim, who was trying to help him

This had an even worse result because he had fallen in love with the young girl who looked at him with compassion and they had entered the flirting stage

None of this would have happened if they had killed the boy directly, but they still decided to try to stay calm and take a different path. Because if Jason took a gun in his hand right now and blew the boy's brains out with a bullet, Tim would quickly find out about it and hate themselves

When Cass came to them with an important piece of information, that's when a great plan came up

Since Tim wanted to respect his partner's private life at least this time, she hadn't done any research about the boy's life expect one time after their first meeting

So if they found evidence that that asshole was involved in the crime and went to Tim, their little angel would bury her feelings inside without compromising her mission-oriented structure and let them catch this son of a bitch

Barbara created fake documents stating that he was selling drugs to children. Jason was the first person to talk to Tim because this is a topic that he especially cares about

As a result, it worked. While Tim was quietly shedding tears on her pillow that night, Bruce entered his little girl's room and held her tiny body in his arms, talking about how relationships always turned out so badly

In particular, he described the risks of relations with civilians and foreign people. He placed kisses on the lids covering her blue eyes and told that her family would always be there for her and that they would never let her heart break like that again

And as Tim watched the handcuffs tied to the wrists of her short-term boyfriend in the courtroom, she gently put her head on Dick's shoulder and closed her eyes

She was not alone, no matter what her family would be by her side

(And they will never let her go...)

i'm not good at writing fem tim but a yandere situation is always so good!!!!👀👀👀👀👀 the lengths the other bats will go to to keep tim in their grasp while still maintaining this virtuous appearance in front of him👀👀👀!!!!

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

[the-coffeeaddict-tim-drake]

Just a Kid Next Door - Chapter 1

Bruce is finally back from being stuck in the time stream. Tim managed to save Batman and his loved ones. Now it is time for Tim to go home and rest. But the problem is that, Tim has no home. Or that's what he thinks so.

This will be a multichapter fic on how did Tim reconcile with his family. It will be full of angst, family feels and family shenanigans.

Masterlist

Here is the link to read the story in ao3.

-------------------------------CHAPTER 1---------------------------------

He figured it out. Holy shit, he actually managed to figure out the way to bring back Bruce from being stuck in the time stream. And the Justice league used his plan to save Batman.

 Sure, the last six months had been hard on him – Death of his father and not-so death of Kon, Bart, Steph and Bruce – has definitely taken a toll on him. But on the bright side, he managed to save Bruce and all of his loved ones, right?

He figured it out, right? Then why does Tim still feel empty. Why does he still have the urge to cry until he has no more tears left, shout until his throat burns and pull his hair out until he has no more left. Why does he still feel the needles pricking his skin which makes him want to puke even though he hasn’t eaten anything in a while? Well, three days isn’t just ‘a while’, but he knows for a fact that it’s not a lot too.

These six months had not only been painful but had helped him draw a lot of conclusions. See, Tim is a detective and hence he rely on logic and proofs to believe almost everything. Even though he don’t like what he has to believe sometimes, but truth is the ultimatum.

His string of thoughts is interrupted by Superman who shakes the teen.

“Uh?”

“I was saying that J’onn and Diana managed to put Bruce in the med bay. We ran all of the tests and now are waiting for him to gain consciousness.” Clark says tiredly with an expression of relief on his face.

“Oh”

“Rest, kiddo. You look like you could really use some. I’ll let you know when he wakes up.”

“I don’t wa-“

“I’m afraid Superman is right, Red Robin. We will alert you once Batman gains Consciousness” Wonder Woman interrupted him.

“I’m fine” Tim hissed.

Why did suddenly everyone care about him. Didn’t they consider him crazy a while ago? They didn’t care about him when he repeatedly tried to prove Bruce was alive, and now they want him rest when he finally proved them all wrong.

The Kryptonian and the Amazonian shared a worried look.

“Look child, you have worked tirelessly these few months to bring back Batman. You are just a human. Your body needs rest.” Diana said, her voice laced with concern.

‘They’re faking it, they don’t really care about you’ Tim’s brain chimed. He shuts it down. He doesn’t really have the energy to argue back, so he lies.

“Okay, but I want to see Bruce before I go to take some rest.”

“Of course Kiddo.” Superman added.

Tim dragged himself to the med bay. He didn’t realise until now how much his body ached. He really want to take a long shower to wipe off the grim and dirt from his body and drink at least two cups of coffee to feel better.

‘Later’ he reminded himself. ‘Maybe Alfred would have made something delicious for dinn-‘

‘Oh’

He doesn’t live in manor anymore. All the bitter memories from six months before floods his brain. How can he forget any of those? He’s alone.

Wait

He is lonely. He’s been lonely his entire life. He had no one even when he was in the Drake manor, not even his own fucking parents cared about him. Then what’s so new about this.

Maybe, he is just unlovable. Well, that would explain why his parents left him in that cold Manor every time they chose work over their son. And the reason why Dick chose Damian over him and took from him the only thing he had and valued more than his life and gave it to Damian. And why Alfred did nothing when he moved out of the manor. And why no one did anything when he legally emancipated himself from the family.

And would explain why he and Bruce never shared the bond he had with the previous robins. ‘It’s because they were his sons, and you were just the kid next door who forced himself into the mantle of Robin’ his brain chimed again.

A tiny part of him don’t want to believe any of this. But it’s the truth. And truth is the Ultimatum.

He let out a long sigh. He doubts the bats even noticed he went missing these few months. Well, he can’t really blame them. It is the fate of Tim Drake to be unlovable. The least good he can do is leave the family. It wasn’t really like they considered him one anyways in the first place, but they mean everything to him.

They were the very few people who cared if he ate or slept, treated his injuries, listened to his opinion and made him feel like he was important too. Maybe that’s what Tim thought they did. Maybe he read all the signs wrong. Maybe they were just being nice to him. Maybe they were Pretending.

Gosh, Tim feels like slapping himself. Why hadn’t he realised this soon enough.

Tim took too much advantage and space. Forcing himself into the mantle of Robin is one thing but forcing himself into the family is entirely another. He became Robin to save Batman from destroying himself and people around him.

Then why did he crave for his love and attention. Why did he think that he at least  meant something to them. It’s all his fault. He was digging his own grave all this time. He had too much fucking expectations even though he knew the truth all along. Yelp, now he has to face the consequences.

But no matter what, he loves them. Loves them so fucking much that it hurts. He still remember what he had said to Ra’s before the old man pushed him from the WE building.

“Bruce might not consider me his son, but he is still a father to me.”

His spiralling thoughts came to an end when he reached the door to the med bay.

Gosh he missed Bruce. Missed him so much. All he wanted to do was hug him and never leave. But he knows he cannot do so. Bruce might want to meet his family first. Six months of being stuck in the time stream would make him want to spend a lot of quality time with his family first, not some random kid.

A quiet sob escaped from his mouth. He touched his tear stained cheeks and realised he was crying.

‘Stop crying, stop being so weak. Accept the reality and move on’ he told himself.

 ‘It’s not the time or the place to have a fucking panic attack’ he told himself again.

Wiping his tear stained cheeks, he opened the door to the Med bay to be greeted by the sight of his sleeping mentor/not-so father figure.

He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding until then.

He smiled for the first time in many many days. Bruce is safe. He is no longer stuck in the time stream. Tim felt a wave of relief wash over him.

He might not mean anything to them, but they are everything to him.

#tim drake #red robin #tim drake angst #tim drake needs a hug #angst angst baby #bruce wyane is batman #damian wayne is robin #dick grayson is nightwing #superman #wonder woman #justice league #league of assassins #ra's al ghul

[emotiandon]

OC x Canon Week: Day 3 (Cough cough….. pretend i'm not late) @theocxcanonweek

Prompt: Out in nature- Cyril x Eden (Fe3h)

Dialogue: "I am nothing without them"- Damian x Honey (DC batman)

Fashion: Casual- Arven x Yukitka (Pokemon)

I was actually thinking about doing paper craft for Cyden.....but uh it's fucking 12 am so- Out in nature felt like it was made for them as they're children in labour. But CYRIL'S FUCKING STUPID HAIR MADE ME STRUGGLE- THEN AGAIN I CAN'T DRAW CYRIL WITHOUT THINKING OF GRIFFIN BURNS AND TARTAGGLES. But overall the quicket piece (why is it always the last piece I draw is the quicket) But damn those colours slapped. 8/10 pikmins

I hate drawing comics. This happned with the Kiuri one but that was good, Juliclaude but was words slapped on art. Honey Bat does not escape the curse. The only panels I like are the ones where they say the others name. The colours I struggles, the art and shit I struggled. I hate this jnhbgfghjkl. I wish I did Honey Bat justice (haha justice) 3/10 Puppies

I love the cheebs, so fun and silly and cute. Big Yukitka was fun but Arven was a bitch to draw but eventually we got there. I wanted to draw more but.....................................drawing is so fucking hard wtf. so I put silly stuff to fill the void. 6/10 sandwiches

#my art #art #oc #oc art #ocs #fe3h oc #oc x canon #oc x canon week #oc x canon week 2024 #oc x canon week 2024 day 3 #oc x cc #cc x oc #fe oc #dc oc #Yukitka #Eden #Honey #Yukiven #Cyden #Honey bat

[phantoms-lair]

Batman Exalted Triple Event - Part 2

"He did WHAT!" Nightwing snarled. He put on a smile so often that people around him, even his own family, forgot just how much rage his body held. And how dangerous it was when it got out. The anger inside him felt like an explosion. Like it was tearing out all around him through his skin, desperate to strike down the man who'd dared harm his family.

"Greyson calm down." Damian said in a tone that most would hear as commanding but he heard as a plea.

Normally that would be enough for Dick to at least hide his rage, but not today. Not when someone just tried to not only kill his brother, but to have erased him from ever existing. "I will not calm down! That bastard-"

"You're hurting us."

Tim's comment was enough to at least draw Dick's attention. A strong wind was ripping around the cave blowing their hair and capes. Tim was half standing between Dick and Damian, as if shielding him. There were several slashes in Red Robin's costume and thin cuts on his exposed skin.

The injuries were minor, but Dick knew how much it took to cut through the Robin gear and that Tim's skin was now much harder to cut than a human's. If that had hit Damian instead-

Dick felt himself start to panic and the wind respond to his emotions. No longer a cutting force but a gale pushing out everything around him. "I - oh fuck. Oracle keep us informed. I've got to deal with this."

He cut the comm without waiting for the response. He'd make it up to Babs later.

"Calm down." Damian said again.

"I can't. I hurt you" Dick felt hysterical. Tim was bleeding because of him. Damian would have been hurt worse. He'd almost done something horrible just because he was blinded by anger and-

"Exalting is a lot at once. I remember." Tim said in a slow steady voice.

Exalting. It clicked. That's what was happening to him, That's why he could control the winds the way Bruce could feel Gotham. It was his turn to recieve power from the man who'd tried to erase Jason and the first thing he'd done with it was attack his brothers!

"You seem to be Air Aspect so some deep breathing would probably actually help." Tim continued. "It's like anything else, control comes with time, you just need to work at it."

"Your Exaltation didn't come with razor winds that hurt your family." Dick said bitterly.

"No it came with armor rending talons and me in a position where I really wanted to use them. And did. You remember the state of Mr. Freeze's suit. If I'd been pushing a little harder..." He would have disembowled Freeze. "You had to chase me down because of how hard I'd panicked after it happened."

"In your defense you didn't exactly know why you'd suddenly had talons or turned into a bird." Dick reminded him, a fragile smile on his face.

Victory.

"Clearly it was your inexperience with bladed weapons that caused such a blunder. I would have no such difficulty." Damian sniffed.

"Wait till it's your turn." Tim warned. "The point is this was hard for Bruce to get a handle on, hard for me to get a handle on, and hard for you too. And it's going to be hard on Damian, Cass, Duke, and anyone else."

"But each exaltation is a step closer to Ketchup's ultimate defeat." Damian reminded them. "This power is the winds of revenge."

Dick wanted to say he didn't want this, he didn't want revenge. But it would be a lie. He really really wanted wanted to use every ounce of this power to put Ketchup in his place.

~~~~

There was power in the air on the other side of the portal. Bruce could feel it with every breath, strengthening him. But that wasn't important. All that mattered was Jason's quiet whimpering, which broke his heart but at least let him know his son was still hanging on.

A strange man appeared. He appeared to be made of porcelain, with ribbons of an iridescent metal running through him, and a large gem in his forehead. "Our time runs short. Hand him over."

It was the last thing Bruce wanted to do. But he couldn't doom Jason by clinging to him. The man laid his son out on a table and Bruce could feel the magic in the air as he performed his ritual. And then with one last gesture Jason went stiff and vanished.

"No." Bruce fell to his knees, all strength leaving him. "Jaylad....you said you could save him."

"And he is saved." the man said simply.

"Don't lie to me!" Bruce roared and he felt his power rise up, the emptiness inside him filling with rage.

"What Kejack had planned was not as gentle as mere death. He intended to erase him from fate. To prevent him from ever existing. If my interventions hadn't worked, you would not have been able to speak him name or mourn him. You would never have known he even existed. His vessel was tied to Fate, It could not be salvaged." The man twisted his hand, revealing a glimmering red gem. "So I have crafted him a new one."

He pulled aside a curtain Bruce hadn't noticed, behind which looked to be some kind of automaton made of a black metal and clay. He placed the gem in a socket on the automaton's head and it sparked to life, the blank clay face shifting into Jason's.

"What happened to me?" Jason looked between Bruce and the strange man, completely lost.

"For the second time you are welcomed back into life," The strange man bowed.

"Back to life? As what?" Jason took in his arms made of metal and porcelain. "You think you can just fuck around with my existence-?"

"You were not in a position to ask. Now you are. The metaphorical glue is not yet dry. Do you wish me to undo what I have done? To return you to literal non-existence? Gone from this and any world, along with any and all memory of you." Bruce made a strangled sound. "Or would you prefer to exist and make of that what you will?"

Jason growled. "Exist."

"Very well. Would either of you like some tea? I am sure both of you want explanations."

"Can I even drink tea?" Jason asked, gesturing to his artificial body.

"Autochthon made sure his champions could enjoy all pleasures of the flesh. Good food, drink, recreational drugs, intimate companionship. Actual reproduction is another matter, but there's sorcery for that." The man shrugged. "Your tastebuds and ability to consume should be largely, if not entirely unchanged. So yes, you can drink tea." The man sat down and poured tea into four small ceramic cups, including one for the spider, whom Bruce had all but forgotten about. "I am Armaneth, Starmetal Caste."

"Caste. You're exalted?" Bruce observed.

"Save my small friend here, we all are. Bruce Wayne, Exigent of Gotham and Jason Todd, Soulsteel Caste."

"I'm not.. Soulsteel?" Jason had a hard time processing so much in the last few seconds. He almost missed his familiar anger. It was there, but no where as intense as it had been and that concerned him further.

"Autochthon created Exaltation. And rarely does an inventor develop a single way to do things. The design finalized for expedience was exaltation as you know it. A shard of divine essence that joins with a human and empowers both their soul and body. One of the other methods he developed was the Alchemical Exalts. For us, new bodies were hand crafted for each individual and upon death our souls implanted in them." Armaneth gestured to the gem in his head and took a sip of his tea. "The Soulsteel caste are bringers of justice and protectors of their community. If someone threatens harm to their community they will stop at nothing to protect it and make an example of the threat. It seemed the most fitting."

"You've clearly put a lot of thought into this." Bruce said tightly. "Not to mention time and effort."

"A good deal of work, perhaps, but well worth it. A less than ideal body would have been a hinderance after all. I also made sure the charms installed would also be well suited. It was best in aid of the Storyteller's plan." their host said simply.

Bruce cocked his head. "You're an ally of Quill?"

Armaneth thought a moment. "I would say so. She would not."

"She disapproves of you?" Bruce pressed.

"She doesn't know I exist." Another sip of tea. "Kejack, the man you refer to as Ketchup." he wrinkled his nose. "Has made many, many enemies. Myself included. There are several plans in place to remove him from play, but he is powerful and wary. Any would be next to impossible to enact- unless he badly overextends himself."

"Should the Storyteller's plan to cease his Gotham expansion fail, that would put him is such a state. But the Storyteller is new, to this world, to her power, to political struggles. The odds she could make a misstep is high and should she go down it would not be hard for Kejack to discover any who openly aided her. Organizations operate in cells for a reason."

Bruce took a sip of his tea to swallow bitter words. Quill had lost everything and this man and his allies had stood back to profit on her plan, but never let her know she wasn't alone. "Why Jason? Ketchup wants me to be his puppet figurehead so he should be at least attempting to curry favor, not assassinate my son."

"You would never have known Kejack had removed your son, had he succeeded. He would never had existed to become your son in the first place. And as to why, Jason was dangerous to him."

"My impression of Ketchup is that finding a 'mortal' dangerous would be beneath him." Bruce pointed out.

"But Jason by that point was not merely a mortal. Kejack operates by fate, whether viewing it or altering it. Anything outside of fate is essentially a blind spot for him. And there are three types of beings outside side. Raksha, Demons, and the Dead."

Jason discovered he could still feel hair prickle on the back of his neck. "Then it's because I died-"

"When you met your fate, your fate ended. Thus even when you came back you were outside it. He could not foresee what you would do. He could not manipulate your destiny. Kejack does not abide what he cannot control. That you had the ear and affection of his chosen cat's paw made it worse. You were a variable that had to be removed. Yet if he merely killed you, the Exigent of Gotham would have known and his wrath would be unceasing. He could not kill you, nor could he alter your fate after it ended. But he could pull the thread from before it's end. There is, perhaps, a small chance of you becoming a Gentimian in the process, but it was the best chance of removing you while not enraging The Exigent of Gotham, as he would not even remember he had ever known or loved you. Except, of course, for me." Armaneth gave a small self-satisfied smile.

The spider chittered. "Their hearthmates approach the Soulsteel's nest."

"We would not want to worry your family unduly. Three is by far enough for one night. I have prepared as care package to take with you." He produced what looked like several Fabergé eggs. "The Storyteller will know how to open them. The pattern spider can lead you home"

"Thank you for your generosity." Bruce said stiffly. He put a hand on Jason's shoulder and lead him away. Bruce found himself once again in Jason's bedroom in Crime Alley. A quick check of his power revealed no one had followed them and there were no trackers on the eggs. Good. He grabbed at Jason, startling his son before he realized in was an embrace not an attack.

"You okay, old man?"

"No. You were attacked, you were hurt. I almost lost you and if it weren't for that bastard I would have. All this power I have now and it meant all of nothing."

Jason wasn't good with Bruce being emotional. And he did not want to think about the fact that he'd almost ceased to exist and consequently that his body was even less human than the other Exalts. So he focus on the one part of that which wasn't about any of those things. "You seem awfully negative about the guy you just admitted in the only reason I'm still alive."

Bruce took a deep breath, but it did nothing to calm him down, the air hissing as it escaped his lungs. "Jaylad, he custom built that body for you. It must have taken months, if not years. And that means all that was time he knew what Ketchup was going to do to you. And he made no move to forewarn us or stop it. He let it happen because...because you were more useful to him as an Exalt than as a baseline human."

Jason felt his stomach drop out as clues suddenly clicked into place. "The Storyteller, the Exigent of Gotham, he never called people by names, even when he knew them all. He didn't see us outside of our roles."

"He manipulates situations and doesn't see people as more than boons or roadblocks to his objectives. That's why Quill would never have trusted him. He thinks and operates like Ketchup."

"Fuck." Jason swore. "Another second chance at life, another bond to a psycho."

"No, listen to me." Bruce held his face to force Jason to look him in the eye. "You are alive right now and you get to decide what that means. Not Ra's. Not Amarenth. Not me. If you want to skip town with the Outlaws until this is done, I will set you up with a place and new identity. If you want to fight, we'll stand alongside you. Your life is yours and no one else's."

"I'm not running." If there was one thing Jason was sure of, it was that. He wanted his piece of Ketchup too. "And at least Amarenth just resurrected me and kicked me out. None of the stuff Talia did."

"What did she-" Bruce froze, the blood draining from his face and his pupils shrinking. "I'll kill her." He half whispered.

"B?" That did not sound...hypothetical. Which was all sorts of concerning considering who it came from.

"What she did to you...unforgivable...you were a child."

Bruce had seen something with his power from the time he was with the League. Could he see things outside of Gotham now? Or was it because it was tied to Jason who was currently in Gotham? "I was like seventeen." Jason tried to protest. "Hardly a child."

"It's still statutory." The color was returning to Bruce's face, the ashy white turning to crimson in rage.

Statutory? Oh. That. Before he could say anything (and what could he say?) the door to his bedroom burst open with literal hurricane force as Dick launched himself at his oldest brother. "You're okay!" he yelled, wrapping both his arms and legs around Jason.

"The flying fuck?" Jason asked at the storm that was blowing around his room.

"Babs said Ketchup tried to run a wiper virus on you, then you and Bruce vanished and she couldn't find you, then she said you and Bruce would be back and your place so we came as fast as we could and-"

"Just hug him back so we can breath," Damian grumped. "And Dick exalted as an Air Aspect in case it wasn't obvious." Tim added.

Three is by far enough for one night. Him, Dick, and someone else.

"Barbra." Bruce whispered, his face approaching a more natural color.

"What about Bab?" Dick asked, confused.

"Armaneth said three was enough for one night. The Exaltations, You, Jason, and Barbra."

"How did...right, Gotham sense." Tim shook his head. "So where were you guys?" "Why don't you tell them all about it back at the cave?" Jason suggested, trying to wriggle out of Dick's hug. "Don't you mean 'we'?" Bruce asked with desperation in his voice.

"Not tonight. I need to process all this and I need to do it without everyone in my space."

"He's right. And it's not like you won't know if something happens again. Let's give him some space, and Jason don't feel bad for needing time to adjust."

"Wasn't planning on it, but okay." Jason managed to pry hurricane Dick off him and held him at arms length. "Go on, see if Babs needs help."

He wasn't naïve enough to hope Bruce would just forget what he'd just learned, but he was done with things for the night. Jason Out.

#Batman #Exalted #Ghost Writing #CW: Mentions of an Adult having relations with a minor #The thing from Red Hood: Lost Days if you know what that means #Talia would be wise to never enter Gotham again now that Bruce knows

[raphael-angele]

I Drew Damian in Talia's Dress

Tried to at least

I tried to draw from memory and forgot that the sleeves weren't loose, there was a chest window and there were ribbons on the boots.

Idk. I just think Damian would willingly wear a dress/a skirt. He wouldn't question why he has to, he just does. He has a few more in his closet he only wears around the manor.

They took him to the mall once and one of them joked that Damian should pick out a skirt to wear/try on. He picked ones that match his shirt at the time and even a few dresses. He then goes to his brothers to tell them he picked out what he wanted. They looked at him in confusion before going, "Aight" then goes to pay for it.

Donna also got him a few when they went shopping.

Bonus Talia Kane:

I tried to draw Lia (my nickname for TK) at first but it was so hard to draw her hair without making her look like Pucca or Minnie Mouse. So I just went "Fuck it, I'll just draw Damian"

I based Lia's hair on Billie Eilish's in the green and black hair

Art references belong to rightful owners

PS, I saw that it's @mlim8 's birthday today and I love their work, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

#dc comics #dc #robin #damian wayne #batfam #batfamily #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #red robin #red hood #nightwing #talia al ghul #ras al ghul #talia kane #damian al ghul #teen justice #donna troy #baby damian wayne

[joz-yyh]

WIP snippet of Damian and Bigby's first kiss for my fic, “Blighted Hearts.” (You can check out the comic -> HERE!!)

“I was hoping I would find you here,” the flagellant says, his approach as pointed as his smirk, holding something behind his back.

“And why is that,” Bigby asks, his eyebrow cocked in suspicion, knowing his friend was up to something.

“Because I wanted to give you this,” the flagellant says, taking out a modest box, small enough to fit inside his palm, wrapped in a bow of twine.

Whatever enigmatic surprise his mischievous friend had in store for him, the vagrant never expected it to be a present.

“You didn't have to get me anything,” the abomination insists, already refusing the offering.

“I wanted to,” Damian says, letting the gift hang there between them.

“What is it,” Bigby mumbles, wondering if it was something frugal enough that he could accept.

“Suppose you'll just have to open it,” Damian teases.

He finds the werewolf’s shackled wrist, turning it over, depositing the gift box inside his hand before moving to sit beside him.

“A-are you sure,” the lycan asks, letting the four corners rest in his hands, “I didn’t get you anything.”

“Who said you needed to get me anything on your birthday,” the flagellant chuckles.

“My birthday,” he huffs, clearly befuddled.

“You said it was around the springtime so, I put this together for you as quick as I could. Didn’t want to miss it.”

Astonished, the abomination looks at him with wide eyes, in disbelief that the penitent man paid attention to such superficial details that not even he remembered the importance of disclosing.

Bigby decides he should at least see what’s inside, unwinding the delicate twine, pulling the knot loose with careful fingers.

“Do you plan to save the string,” the flagellant teases, “use it to wrap around your finger and mine?”

Bigby jabs his shoulder into him, a recompense for his sharp tongue, but the man only laughs in reception.

Concentrating now, he pries the lid off, finding a rosary of brown beads waiting inside a bed of silk wrapping. He holds it up, watching as the wood catches the light like bright bronze spindles.

“It’s beautiful,” the abomination says, “thank you.”

Damian nods, “Baldwin helped me with the band.”

“He did?”

Damian nods. “He’s better at tying knots, but the wood is petrified, very hard to carve,” he says, holding up his hands, displaying fingers full of small gashes, “I might have bled on them a bit.”

Bigby laughs at the thought of a few stray blood splatters being the reason for his obituary, “how will you survive?”

“Sheer willpower. Do you still have your cross with you?”

“Always.”

“May I see it? I want to show you something.”

The abomination isn’t sure where Damian is going with this, but he takes out the said crucifix from his pocket.

“Watch closely,” the priest says, assuming both trinkets, linking them together in a series of knots.

“Now you will always have it close to your heart,” he concludes, holding the necklace open, waiting.

Bigby takes the hint, drawing closer so that the flagellant can christen it around the column of his neck.

“There, it suits you.”

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t admiring the moment, one hand on the vagrant’s shoulder, the other idly brushing his cheek, styling his hair around it, lingering over his skin.

“I knew it would.”

The werewolf can't help it, he's completely overtaken, magnetized forward. In one swift movement, probably the fastest he’s ever moved in his life, he takes Damian’s face in his hands, connecting their lips in an impulse of feeling.

The flagellant is shocked, so shocked that he doesn't think to respond, so frozen in place by a dream come true that he hardly realizes it’s happening, Bigby grasping at his rigidness, his kiss met with moribund detachment.

“I am sorry,” he pleads, pulling back, recognizing the severity of his mistake, “I-I never should have done that. I misread the signs and – I-I mean why would you want a pathetic, good for nothing monster like m–”

Damian grabs him by the cheeks, cutting off his self-deprecating slander with a second coming of their lips, his kiss lasting and firm, a collision of worlds.

“Mmmm,” Bigby groans, eyebrows arched, their lips molding against each other as he grabs Damian’s face back, holding him there, wanting to capture this moment eternally.

“What was that,” Damian asks, breaking away, panting with the effort, “about you misreading the signs.”

Bigby grins, recalling a similar mishap when they first held hands, “Maybe you should apologize?”

“Only if I can have your lips again," the priest urges, besieged by dewy pink softness.

“Suppose you’ll just have to try," Bigby breathes, drifting closer, waiting for the other to embrace the thinning distance between them.

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#abomination/flagellant #darkest dungeon #dd abomination #dd flagellant #abomination #flagellant #my writing #first kiss #darkest dungeon fanfiction #darkest dungeon abomination #darkest dungeon flagellant

[joy-of-life88]

Lace & Leather [a Damian Priest story] 2 Not like it was before

Katja POV

Damian pulled away from me and then looked at me with his deep, dark eyes. His breathing, just like mine, was faster. My head was spinning with what had just happened here. Before I had time to think about everything, Damian began to talk.

"Do you think you can handle working with me?" he asked softly, his voice deeper than I had expected at that moment.

Damian looked deep into my eyes as if trying to draw the answer directly from my thoughts. I swallowed against the unfamiliar feeling, but it was useless. My thoughts were spinning as I tried to quickly figure out if I could.

"I... I think I can," I whispered after clearing my throat.

It was hard for me to find any words at all at this moment, because I was much too busy processing what had just happened here. And why it had happened. Was he serious about what he said to me? Or did he just say it because Mr. McMahon made him say it? I had a feeling he meant it, but I was too inexperienced to be sure. He could lie to me and I probably wouldn't even know it.

"It's going to be great. I can feel it, Kat. You don't have to worry about anything. Just promise to talk to me about anything you're worried about." he replied.

"I'll try. I can't promise you it will work. It's hard. Maybe I'm not made for this." I said as I looked away from him and finally pressed the button to make the elevator go on.

"I'm going to help you. You'll do a fantastic job." replied Damian as he turned me back to him.

"Why are you being so nice to me? I'm not worth it. I told you that I'm weird. I'm probably not even strong enough for this business. I'm just realizing that," I muttered as I stared at my shoes so I wouldn't have to look at him.

"Listen. I know you're a great girl and I, believe it or not, like you. You're more than you give yourself credit for, Bluebell." he said as he lifted my chin with his fingertips making me look at him.

"Bluebell?" I asked as the blush rose to my face again. Or rather, it increased, because I was sure it hadn't faded yet.

"Yes...you are cute, yet dangerous.  Just like bluebells." replied Damian as he played with a blue dyed strand at the end of my blonde hair. He slowly twirled it around his finger with a small smile on his lips.

"Dangerous? I'm not dangerous. I don't know what you mean by that." I spoke almost a little offended because I didn't know what he was getting at.

"Oh believe me, Katja.... You are more dangerous than you think.... Just not in the way you expect." he explained to me just as the elevator finally dinged and the doors opened.

Again my thoughts turned to what he had said and the many possible things they could mean. Together we left the elevator, but I had the feeling that from now on nothing would be the same as it was 10 minutes ago.

#damian priest #WWE #Wattpad #My writing #lace & leather

[cainware]

I love the idea of Jason & Damian being really close too! I love the headcanon that they met in the league and bonded there. Jason learned Arabic and speaks it to Damian as a reminder of Damian's home. They spar with swords to keep up their skills. They spend time together in the library, Jason reading and Damian drawing (a lot of his sketchbooks are filled with images of Jason because it is his way of showing affection, even if he doesn't show those pictures to anyone - Jason still encourages Damian to keep drawing and compliments the pieces Damian allows him to see). Jason loves recommending books to Damian and then discussing them together. He helps with Damian's English homework and assignments when Damian doesn't understand some of the Western aspects of the language/content. Just them bonding and being the closest of the siblings makes me feel happy.

Icy you totally get it!!!

They're the two siblings that are perfectly comfortable in the same room but occasionally insult each other just so they know they're present if they're needed. They spar with swords because they know each others limits and they know their own, and if one of them says "stop" it's not because they're hurt, but because if they keep going one of them is going to GET hurt.

Damian is the kid that asks Jason if he'll drive him to the arcade, and Jason hangs around the area after dropping him off in case Damian wants to come home early. Jason ruffles Damian's hair without fail, and when Damian threatens to bite him for messing it up, Jason calls him a piranha as he helps fix it.

While Damian sees Dick as a father-figure more than Bruce, Jason is Damian's older brother. Damian will use words for Jason he never uses for anyone else in the family, even if they're a different language the rest of them won't understand. A lot of quiet conversations in specifically when Damian needs help, whether it be with something like schoolwork or as important as understanding an emotion he isn't familiar with and working through it. Mostly because he trusts Jason, and Jason is the only one in the family that can fluently speak his native language and pick up on his inflections and unique speech pattern. Also, who better to talk to about emotions than the person Damian had canonically called the most emotional?

I have so many feelings about Damian feeling like with Jason, he can be most like himself. Because Jason doesn't judge, Jason knows his childhood environment, and Jason doesn't expect him to carry the weight of the world like he himself does because "Damian, you're fucking twelve. You don't have to have everything perfected or figured out, you're still learning and that's fine. I'm still learning, and if anyone should have their shit figured out by now it'd be Bruce and Dick. And fuck knows they're still dumb as bricks sometimes." It gets a smile out of Damian, and it's what he needs to hear sometimes.

Idk man I love them and tbe potential for them to be the closest siblings in the family. That's why I run so hard with the "Talia may not have birthed me or legally adopted me, but I'm her son too and I knew Damian when he was practically still fresh out the womb" headcanon.

#jaybirdspeaks #i will die on this hill by the light of a beautiful sunset because jfc damian and jason as brothers means the world to me #damian: i trust todd with my life and tbh i cant trust most of you with my basic thoughts #jason: that's cause i knew you before you were playing with your first knife kiddo #tim: yeah that tracks are we sure they arent like biologically related #this got super long im sorry lmao

[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Music Taste or favorite genre 🎶

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Bruce Wayne:

I like the take of The Batman with Bruce being a loner and staying in the cave and only leaving to patrol. I feel like for my pick that’s still canon but I feel like over the years he’s not as much as a hermit and he’s created the dual personality as Bruce, and Batman. So I think he can evolve his tastes somewhat but I think the kids get a kick out of Old Man Bruce being a Nirvana fanboy 😭.

🖤

songs:

The Man who Sold the World - Nirvana

Suspicious Minds - Elvis Presley

Another One Bits the Dust- Queen

Dick Grayson:

When I think of Dick I think of the 80’s. The wild colors, the crazy hair, hell even the style of clothing I could see him take into his own personal wardrobe. I could see him singing these songs all around his apartment, in the car on long trips and even to just mess with his siblings. He feels a sense of peace and just being a big kid listening to some songs and others he feels that he can relate to some of these songs. I feel like soon one of them will sing along with him.

songs:

Karma Chameleon - Culture Club

Careless Whisper - George Michael

Kids in America - Kim Wilde

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Jason Todd:

I feel like Jason could go multiple ways. One hand I definitely think out of all the kids he would listen to rock music or something along those lines. But I feel like that’s not his favorite, and with him being into literature I see him enjoy classical music too. I think Jason may be misunderstood most of the time and he’s just seen to be this or that but I think he just like what appeals to him at the current time which could be any genre but he has a few songs or works of music he feels nostalgic about especially from his Robin days that he likes a lot.

songs:

Rihannon - Fleetwood Mac

Sonata No. 42 in D Minor- Mozart

2012 - Evolove

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Tim Drake:

When I think of Tim I think of the early 2000’s a lot. Believe it or not Timothy coffee addict Drake was once a skater boi and I of course believe deep down he was obsessed with the Avril Lavigne song. I do think Tim most of the time is in the clouds or really just not mentally presented and not in a bad way. It’s hard to explain because I do it too, and I thinks it’s not to take your thoughts and be free to your favorite songs and I think music can help Timmy decompress a lot especially with the crazy family he loves and deals with daily.

Songs:

Jealous - Eyesdress

Bring Me Back to Life - Evanescence

Freaks - Surf Curse

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Damian Wayne:

Damian is an artist to me and as such I think he’s would prefer to be alone in his room painting or in the gardens sketching away with Alfred the cat next to him. I think deep down Damian has a lot of sadness and hurt inside of him that he doesn’t know how to express. From his mother treating him as a instrument of distraction, his father not having an idea of him being born. And that’s not his fault truly he still feels like he was cheated out of a father and son relationship when he was little. I also think Damian is angry, but not in the typical Damian way. Damian is the baby and will always be compared to his older siblings and why I think he tries or berates them so much is to draws attention away from that insecurity he has. But he has no need because even though the young teen has his demons now he will always find someone a door next to him that can give him advice. That’s if he wants to swallow his pride and ask for the advice.

Songs:

The Scientist- Coldplay

W.D.Y.W.F.M? - The Neighborhood

Mt. Washington - Local Natives

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Stephanie Brown:

The Waffle Warrior, I feel like she’s a Pop kinda girl. More of a 90’s diva kinda girl. I feel like Steph is just more of a brighter being in the family, she likes to pull prank with Jason, she’s constantly working Damian’s nerves but also I feel like deep down the kid respects her as a sister figure even though Bruce hasn’t formally adopted her. Yet! And her friendship with the other Batgirls I love you see it and feel like Steph is the type of girl you meet once and you already feel comfortable around her to spill your troubles to and she’ll listen and give you good advice on your problems. But best of all she has a new place in my heart because I feel like she’s can be look as the underdog,but she’s been a Robin and Batgirl so put some respect to her name please. 😌

Vision of Love - Mariah Carey

What A Girl Wants - Christina Aguilera

Hot Like Fire - Aaliyah, Timberland

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Cassandra Cain:

Cass gives me sporty big sis vibes so I wouldn’t be surprised to find fast pace,or more songs about being on the go. I feel like is like the trendsetter in the family and it’s funny when everyone tries to copy her and it doesn’t have the same feel as her, she naturally does her thing and it works for her. Cass loves her siblings and they know when Cass isn’t messing around. She’s baddie and isn’t afraid to let you know that, Cass often isn’t home or she’s off in the manor practicing ballet or training but she’s doing it in style.

Hot in It- Tiësto, Charli XCX

My Prerogative - Britney Spears

Hot Girl - Megan Thee Stallion

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#batfam #dc comics #batman #batfamily #tim drake #jason todd #damian wayne #dick grayson #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #music

[astharoshebarvon]

i will never not find it funny how some people make it seem as if the fem lead or the story is very interesting(she's not, the fem lead is found in many stories of the genre, annoying personality, villainess are usually the worst of the lot) of some josei/shoujo romance when everyone with eyes and brains can see the posts are all about thirsts for the male lead. Like, its not hard to admit you just like the very good looking, too handsome male lead. it's a perfect example of self inserting in the story, in the below average fem lead and oohing at scenes with the handsome lead.

here's the example

He is very good looking. wan hachipisu's art is lovely, the males especially. arnold hein is very very good looking, he is very handsome. shame the author usually draws for TL which are an annoyance at best and a cringesfest at worst.

Above illustration is from TL novel. I wouldnt buy it no matter how good looking male lead is when its TL, and its only cover illustration at that.

Anyway, the story has tons of good looking guys, the main selling point.

Because I cannot imagine why he and the fem should be together because the story is just plain boring as the pink haired female.

maybe i have an aversion to pink haired fem characters since i cant stand the brat in spy x family but i doubt that's the case. the little brat is another off putting character. i am glad season 2 had less of her irritating scenes. to think people compare her and damian to sakura and syaoran. as if. sakura and syaoran were so so endearing. anya could never.

let's not pretend its fem lead who is making you read the story. at least be honest to yourselves. the story would be nothing if not for handsome guy.

Not to mention this whole villainess genre is laughable. are they villainess? because all these stories show actual good guys as trash. i have seen by the grace of the gods anime and its so sweet, maybe because its shounen.

but shoujo/josei isekai, villainess stories are so idiotic. its handsome guys people like, lets not kid ourselves into thinking its anything but that.

ask yourself, would you ever appplause caroline bingley, an actual villain for getting a good guy, maybe darcy's cousin, fitzwilliam and condemn darcy and elizabeth. or better yet portray lydia and kitty and wickham as nice.

No. the answer is a flat no.

try as much as you wish, they'll never be iconic characters like sakura from clamp, yona from akatsuki no yona, kyoko from skip beat, shirayuki, violet evergarden who are very pleasant and likeable characters. You want to read more of their story, they are that good.

and it's hilarious they get offended when people say, nah we dont care for them. it's actually the same case of self inserting in gay ships, replacing the male lead with self insert/ofc then getting upset when people rightfully call it out.

its doubly strange and ironic, the fem leads of such stories are never changed to male. thats a big no no. nah, that habit is reserved especially for males in gay ships. blatant homophobia at its finest.

how to tell you are homophobic without explicitly saying so, we need women representation in gay ship replacing the male lead with vile self insert, we are gonna have sub male become a female, have the other male lead talk all het crap about what he wants to do to her, pregnancy and what not, female anatomy talk is must. but but we are not homophobic.

yes, of course.

On a happier note, Sakura Riko's animal hybrid series, wolf/rabbit is licensed by yen press. I can't wait to have the fifth volume of their college years and new story of wolf x wolf in english. I have read the first four and they are just lovely, fifth i have the volume and its lovelier. sixth story is of older brother and it must be good too.

[thesuperiorrobin]

“Her laughter brings me joy”

❥Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

❥Word count 637

❥Summary: Damians is in loved with the way you laugh. His brothers tease him about it

❥warning: pure fluff. Nothing but Jason’s being an asshole of a brother along with dick and Tim. Mentions of throwing up at the end.

Damian—he loves everything about you. From the way your hair is to the way you smile, your eyes glistening with light and sparkles when you talk about something you enjoy to the way you simply dress. But if he were to just pick one thing, it would be your laughter. There’s something about it that just draws him to you.

You used to just hide it. When laughing you would cover your mouth to surpass it. Damian never understood why but a part of him understood that you were simply insecure about it.

He made it his little mission to get you to laugh ever since.

Doesn’t matter if you’re no longer insecure about your laughter— everyday he makes it his personal mission. Even if it means hanging out with his brothers most of the time or with his pets.

Hanging out at the minor mostly means chaos. But not for you but for Damian. Having his brothers teasing him for ‘bringing a girl over’ even though it isn’t his first time he brings you to his home. Jason had him in a headlock, roughly rubbing his boney knuckles against his scalp. Damian tries to get out his hold but it’s no use and all he can do is wiggle around.

“Look at ya, you damn demon spawn” Jason grunts through his teeth a smile painted on his face. “Bringing your girlfriend over!”

“Todd I swear!” Damian angrily shouts “I’ll sk-“

“You’ll what? Can't hear you over the sound of my knuckles rubbing against your skelp!”

Jason rubs faster and harder. You’re sure Damians skelp is red and hot by now. You watch Damian wiggle out of pain and discomfort but you're sure he isn’t that much in pain. Yet—the sight of Damian playfully playing around with his siblings brings you a wash of relief. Seeing as Damian-most of the time—never speaks so highly of them. Expect Dick.

A laugh escapes past your lips. Shoulders shaking in joy. Your laughter reach the ears of everyone in the room but they paid no mind to you except for Damian. He seems to stop wiggling against Jason’s hold and just stares at you. To mesmerized by the way your laughter sounds going through one ear and out the other. Jason and the others seem to notice.

“Aww Little D is in love!” Dick cries out pulling on Jason’s leather brown jacket.

“Would you look at that. Satan himself is blushing” Tim teases.

“Shut it Drake!”

“You're becoming a simp dude. What has this girl done to ya huh? Give you a love potion or somethin’ ?”

Everyone hollers out a laugh and so do you. But Damian only listens to the bells of your laughter. His heart skips a beat as you lung at his brothers playfully. Trying so hard to pull Damian out of their grip but it’s no use. You compared to three buff men—well you don’t really know about Tim no offense to him—isn’t quite fair now is it?

You giggle as you grab Damians hands pulling as hard as you can while the other three barely pulling a sweat. They decided to let him go suddenly making you fall backwards—pulling Damian down with you but he’s faster as he quickly switches places with you so he’s the one hitting the ground first—you falling on top of him then rolling over. Using his arm as a soft cushion.

You’re still laughing, holding your stomach in pain with tears streaming down your face. He wipes them away carefully as you look at him. Trying to catch your breath from all the laughing. A smile formed on Damian's lips. One that was so loving and kind.

“If you two start making out on the floor I’m going to throw up this mornings coffee”

#batfamily #batman x fem!reader #damian al ghul #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #robin x reader #batfamily x reader #jason todd x reader #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson #timothy drake x reader #damian x reader #damian al ghul x reader