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Quick doodle :D!

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another part of the Jason and Damian meeting in the league AU’s is the more subtle parts of raising a child. not just the protectiveness, bodyguard and prince, keeping Damian safe and all that. but the other stuff, the simple stuff that although doesn’t seem like much at the time, probably ends up being the most important part of their relationship.

Jason taught Damian how to ride a bike. Damian had been trained to drive cars, pilot helicopters, charter plane courses and sail boats, but the simple fun of a two-wheel bike? Deemed unnecessary and useless by Talia. It was Jason that snuck him out of the compound one afternoon, over to one of the little villages lining the desert and trading stolen league supplies with a small family in exchange for their daughter’s bike that he then dragged over to an abandoned dusty track. Damian had scoffed at the time, thinking the stabilisers to be insults to his very honour.

“My balance is impeccable, ahki.” He’d snipped, watching the easy way Jason rolled his eyes, grinning as he bent down to loyally remove the extra wheels. He’d underestimated the difference between the bike and his other training, trying to set off and instantly slamming his legs down on the ground to stop tipping over, but he hadn’t been yelled at or mocked like with his other trainers. Instead, Jason had softly instructed him on how to use the pedals, shift his weight with the handlebars, and work the brakes. Then he’d promised that he’d hold the back of the seat for as long as Damian needed, only letting go when he gave the ok. Damian wouldn’t admit it, but one of his fondest memories from childhood had been on that road; dust hitting his legs and sweat beading on his face as the sun bore down on them, wobbly making his way down the track until he gained confidence and then demanded Jason let go. He still remembered the proud cheer Jason had let out behind him as Damian rode off without his help, even years later when he was in Gotham.

That wasn’t the only thing, either. Damian hadn’t really realised the true extent of what Jason had given him until he’d gotten to Gotham; little connections being made as memories came to the surface and he started realising ‘oh, Jason had done those things for him.’

There was a day where Dick dragged him and Tim to the park for ice cream, citing that it was sunny and they needed ‘fresh air’, a notion that Tim seemed majorly offended by. Still, they both allowed him to corral cones into their hand and lead them on a walk through the Gotham greenery. It was there that Damian had paused, eyes catching on the way a small boy was stood with his father on the grass, a spool of string in hand as they stared up at a colourful device flapping in the wind above.

“S’ called a kite, Dames.” Dick had explained gently, hand coming up to clap him on the shoulder. “I guess there probably wasn’t much opportunity to fly those back with Talia, huh? You know stores around here sell them all the time, it would be really fun if we got one and taught you to fly it.”

But Damian had only shook his head, carrying on down the path with a simple, “No. I have flown one before.”

Because he had; he could remember much clearer now the time that Jason had advocated for Damian’s place on one of his training hikes up the mountain, citing strength and endurance training in the wilderness. The air was flat down by the compound, strong winds more a sign of a sandstorm than any opportunity for fun, but up in the hills and cliffs of their hike the breeze was gentle yet firm, ideal for the activity. He remembered Jason waiting until they were completely secluded from the league before hunkering down and ripping up his camping gear, tearing into his tent and sun protection before cobbling together an at the time pathetic mess of wire, fabric, and bent tent poles. Looking back, Damian could recognise the lovingly crafted homemade kite Jason had made from them, but he only remembered complaining at the time, hissing and spitting about wasting time when Jason dragged him to a cliff edge and plopped him down on the edge, legs dangling as he then bracketed Damian in with his own legs, his hands covering Damian’s own much smaller pair as they clasped the wire connected to the ‘kite’ together. He’d slumped over time, letting himself lean back into Jason’s form and watching the fabric fly around in front calmly, Jason showing him how to make patterns in the air, and to this day Damian thought of those precious moments as the most relaxed and safe he had ever felt as a child.

He guessed it wasn’t until getting to Gotham and finding out what children were supposed to have, freedom and the room to grow rather than harsh training and responsibility, that he realised just how much Jason had given him back then, the experiences he’d prioritised creating, even over his own safety. Jason hadn’t had a tent that night, exposed to the elements and unable to fit in Damian’s with him. He hadn’t even blinked at the sacrifice, deeming it worth it.

“Father took me to see a pantomime today,” Damian murmured one night, the gentle silence of Jason’s safe house wrapping him up in that same sense of security and warmth that Jason always gave him. He kept looking out the window even as Jason hummed from the kitchen, cooking up some vegetarian dish from Sicily that Jason claimed he ‘just HAD to try’. It was often that would happen, Red Hood going on an international mission that demanded no contact with Damian for who knew how long, but every time without fail Jason would return with a new recipe and a tale about some local restaurant with a dish he ‘needed to make for you, Dames, honestly it’s a game changer’. Damian wasn’t stupid, he knew Jason didn’t normally eat vegetarian, but he could imagine so easily his brother taking time away from his dangerous cases just so he could find something to bring back for Damian, some way to keep them connected even when they were apart.

“Oh?” Jason encouraged him to continue, the soft sound of a knife hitting a cutting board backing him. “How was it?”

“…Not nearly as fun as the ones you used to put on.”

Jason laughed easily, Damian smiling slightly at the memories; shadows and nightmares keeping little Damian awake, too afraid to be alone. Jason would sneak past guards to slip into his room to keep him company, making stupid puppets out of old socks and ruined clothes and doing his best rendition of various plays and theatre that he could remember from outside the league. Staying up for hours even with harsh training or missions the next day, willingly sacrificing his own rest just to ensure Damian knew he could rely on him.

“I suppose I never thanked you,” He mumbled eventually, turning away from the window. Jason looked up and over at him with a slightly furrowed brow.

“Thanked me? I know I’m talented, but I don’t think my sock puppet rendition of ‘a streetcar named desire’ was that good.” He snorted. Damian only shook his head.

“For bothering to give me a childhood when nobody else would. If it were not for you, I am unsure I would have made it out of that compound still human. Thank you, for that.”

Jason went silent, the two staring at each other for a moment. There was a sense of comradery between them, some unknown emotion shining in Jason’s eyes as Damian bared his soul to the person he owed still having one to. Jason swallowed, one side of his mouth ticking upwards into a genuine soft smile.

“Yeah, well, you definitely kept me sane in there too, what with all the Lazarus bullshit. Ditto, or whatever.” He brushed off, snorting when Damian rolled his eyes at the emotional incompetence. “Oi,” He laughed slightly. “Shut up and drink your tea, food’s ready in five.”

Damian allowed it, turning back to the window and raising his mug to his lips. “Yes, ahki.”

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There are a couple of scientific studies that say that wolves have a symbiotic relationship with ravens.

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I'M BACK New chapter of the Judas Contract up!

Sorry this took so long to get out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63319255/chapters/162211147

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14432170/16/The-Judas-Contract

https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/388368195/write/1568061383

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Raven

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wrong answers only: things Damian would whisper to wake Raven up….

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@stephweek day 3: games

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The Runaway Bride: An Instant Luna

It's been a while, just a random post.

"  It didn’t matter, he desired her with an intensity that would burn the sun. "

- Damian to Raven

(Excerpt)

This is the A03 LINK

This is the Fanfiction.net LINK

DISCLAIMER: Dub-Con, Werewolf AU

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Tu... chico demonio

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Another Raven

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ntt raven my fave ever !!

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talia: my sons do not love me. they cannot even do this one thing for me :(

jason: omg i physically can't buy you those chocolate chip cookies you like so much mom- the stores are CLOSED.

talia: *teary eyed* okay, sweet boy... mama apologizes for being such an annoyance..

jason: ....

jason: damian go call one of the chefs back

damian, sword in hand and halfway out the door to break into a nearby store: oh.

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Taming of the Demon Chapter 9: And The Comes the Night of the Wedding

Damian gets his first taste of jealousy, while Raven grapple with the fear her new husband will discover the secret she's been keeping.

“So it is done,” was all Raven could say to her new husband as they stood before the stone edifice of the church. With the formalities concluded and the rituals complete, there remained but one final piece to fall into place. She felt herself tremble at the thought—her body alight with desire, yet stiffened by fear. Her pulse quickened as Damian’s hand slid across the small of her back, and her heart skipped a beat. He’ll know I lied.

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I continue with the bug creatures.

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Lost Days Jason Todd, who's still unresponsive or violent towards most stimuli and who doesn't like anyone except Talia around him, finds Damian in his nursery one night. The guards get defensive, preparing to restrain and hurt Jason, and they alert Talia. But Talia tells them to wait. She wants to see what Jason will do. So everyone watches as Jason crouches by the crib and stays there until Damian wakes up and reaches for Jason's hand. Jason carefully lets Damian hold his finger. He's perfectly still, listening to Damian babble. Talia comes in and picks Damian up and offers for Jason to hold him. Jason panics and backs away, but Talia reassures him, tells him that she trusts him. So Jason holds Damian and every night after that, he visits Damian, sometimes feeding him if the nurse maid lets him.

Eventually, Jason starts to speak, voice cracked from disuse, telling Damian bits of what he remembers, what he learned in training, and that's how Jason starts talking regularly again. Talia tells him that Damian can be his new brother if he wants, and Jason cries.