#damian... i just hate drawing children...

[jaso7]

drawing tim gives me a brain aneurysm aphantasia is working overtime to fuck with me right now

[brucedefender4eva]

Alfred felt as though it was incredibly inappropriate for a butler to accompany his young master to any sort of gala or gathering so Bruce had to get used to being by himself very quickly at a young age

Due to being left all alone when he would usually be with his parents, Bruce was put in increasingly unsafe situations over and over. Most of the time, there was no safe adult for him to feel comfortable enough telling. And if there was, how would he know they were safe?

He could tell Alfred, but what good would that do? Alfred has told him time and time again that he is his employee, nothing more and nothing less. Alfred cannot help him. Alfred cannot save him

Alfred doesn’t want to

I believe that at a very early age, due to how most of the socialites and rich people are in Gotham, Bruce had to get used to unwanted stares, touches, and advances

And he’s so pretty. He’s been so pretty ever since he was small, even with his parents alive they had to work hard to keep him safe. To keep others away. To draw a hard line in the sand for what is acceptable and what is not. But now they’re gone and he’s trying to keep himself safe. But people always want to touch, take, possess, and destroy pretty things

But all of his children are pretty too.

With all of his kids he makes sure that they’re as safe as can be, unlike how it was with him

The first time that he brings Dick to a gala, he holds the boy the entire time. Dick’s face is mostly tucking into Bruce’s suit jacket, shielding him from the flashes of the paparazzi and unwanted stares. Especially with his ‘exotic’ heritage of being Romani… it’s a recipe for disaster in Gotham

Bruce refuses to let a single person touch Dick, even socialites that he trusts. He knows how quickly someone you trust can turn on you once they realize you’re vulnerable.

He keeps Jason by his side as well. Gotham high society hates anyone who didn’t grow up rich. If he’s not by Jason’s side, he makes sure Dick is. Dick can now fend for himself, but Bruce always makes sure they’re in his line of sight.

Tim has been to these parties before, and considering how negligent his parents were… Bruce makes sure to tell Tim that he would never be mad at him for anything that happened and he is not to blame. That adults should have protected him and saved him. He tells Tim all the things he wished someone had told him when he was younger. They hug and cry about it.

He’s always so thankful that Stephanie never wanted to go to galas as mean as it makes him sound. She never had to be subjected to the cruelties of adults who had no business leering after young girls. Now that she’s older and sometimes pops in if Tim’s going, Bruce knows that they’ll protect each other.

Cass is strong and smart, but she’s also very very new to this life and more vulnerable than the rest of his kids. Bruce wishes he could give her a sense of normalcy. It’s just another thing that’s he failed at.

He knows that if push came to shove, like the rest of his children, she would not hesitate to defend herself. But there should be no shove. She shouldn’t have to. Bruce dances with her all through the night every time she decides to grace a gala with her magnificent presence. It keeps her happy, it keeps her away from harm

His youngest baby is a fire cracker, ready to take on anyone and anything that could possibly be perceived as a threat to him and his family. As much as his other babies joke that he keeps Damian nearby to stop him from stabbing people, he doesn’t want anyone to look at Damian.

Damian is barely older than he was when he returned back to Gotham high society. The only difference is that Damian now has him and all of his siblings. It’s still hard to let go, even if he knows his children are there to keep an eye on everything

Duke is very similar to Jason in more ways than one, epically since he was also born on the ‘poorer’ side of Gotham that most elites loathe unjustly. He’s seen it before, even with high standing black families. Being suddenly accused of stealing a watch or pickpocketing an expensive pearl necklace. Lives ruined simply because of the color of their skin

Nothing like that will ever happen to Duke in his presence. Bruce knows he can’t protect Duke from all the racism in the world, but man if he doesn’t want to try

Bruce has never let his family deal with his issues. He believes he’s simply not worth the trouble. So whenever he gets hit on at galas in ways that make him uncomfortable he just fakes a smile. When he feels unfamiliar hands touching him and grabbing at his body, he fakes more smiles and leans into if there are too many people watching.

Just as he’s about to make an excuse, any kind of excuse to finally get away and take a breather, Dick suddenly pops up in front of him while he feels Jason and Duke slide up behind him, pushing away the elites that had circled him

Bruce makes a soft confused sound, trying to figure out what was happening, but then Damian’s tugging on his sleeve and he already has his baby in his arms. The whirlwind that is Tim and Steph together sweep him away from the confused group of elites.

The group makes their way back over to where Cassandra is smiling expectantly, giggling softly at the confused expression on Bruce’s face.

“Dance with me?” She requested softly, knowing that Bruce would never refuse her. Bruce squeezes Damian to his chest before handing him over to Tim, which Damian surprisingly doesn’t protest

Bruce takes Cassandra’s hand and they dance around the ballroom floor with ease, over and over one of Bruce’s children came and swept him away before anyone else could get the chance

“Don’t worry, we got you Dad.” Dick smiled softly as Bruce spun him around before being passed over to Stephanie and Damian.

“I know.” Bruce chuckled, feeling so safe for the first time in a long time. “I know.”

[sangunary]

Hi hi! Can we have a baby reader that has a habit of biting, headbutting and crying whenever the Batfamily is in their costumes? The baby absolutely loves them and always clings onto the family,follows then around even when they're busy (sitting in Bruce's lap while he's having a online meeting,clinging onto Damian while he paints and draws with one hand, sleeping on Jason's lap while he reads, ect.) but the moment they put on their masks/helmet she instantly stars sobbing, throwing things and hiding from them and if anyone tries to hold them when they still have their costumes on they instantly try to bite or headbutt them?

ᯓBatFamily × Baby Reader ( Platonic ).

SYPNOSIS: Their beloved baby sibling cannot remember who they are under the mask.

IMP: PURELY platonic. Wayyyy longer then I wish.

Your mother died shortly after you were born and your father ran away after realising your existence.

Being a teenager your mother knew she couldn't care for you, as much as she hated to send you off into anothers arms it was for your own sake.

She couldn't be selfish and make you go through a terrible life of poverty and without a father as well.

It happened during a massive earthquake, a building for struggling pregnant teens collapse.

Batman was there to save life along with his children, your mother went into labour due to stress and unknown circumstances.

It was tragic, she had you there and before she could even glace at your face the light left her eyes...

Before her death she begged for Batman to hand you over to someone caple of loving you like how she had hoped to, he tried telling her she wouldn't die yet she knew... She chose you to live as she doesn't see a reason to be breathing if you can't be by her arms.

She rather stay with you even as a ghost.

Batman looking at the newborn crying at his arm's unlock unwanted feelings and memories and decided to raise you himself.

The rest of the family love's you, your precious smile and especially the way you would cling onto them.

You love warmth and affection, completely different from when you were born cold and empty.

Walking on your legs as you would follow after anyone that even glace at you, it was hilarious.

You have extremely short legs, swinging your hand's while you try to run towards them with loud whinning for them to notice you.

If they didn't notice you, you would simply sit down on the ground hard with a thud and fold your arm's, staring at them with the best frown you could manage with. Sitting there sulking in silence unless or until someone pick you up.

Dick love's to teach you acrobatic moves knowing damn well that you can barely run not without almost tripping and falling on your face, you weren't the most athletic baby.

Throwing you up in the air and catching you and then spinning with you, he just loves to hear that adorable giggles of yours you made whenever he does the most dangerous stunt with you.

Sitting you down on the couch as he does a handstand or a flip or anything as you would clap your hands together. He would try to make you do backflip which always ended in him getting hit by Barbara who would took you away from him.

"Look at our little performer! Aren't they the most impressive performer?"

Dick would show any of his sibling of your standing on his hands or you hanging onto his arms.

You would watch him train and even try to train with him which he cannot help but smile at.

You trying to reach the bar that literally felt like it was in heaven cause you saw Dick performing tricks on it, using all your strength trying to pick up heavy weight.

You would not let him train by himself, you felt a deep sorrow seeing him training by himself so you help out as much as possible.

Like, clinging onto him while he did some pull ups, surprisingly your grip is very strong and tight for your age. Resting your head on his shoulder, looking like a baby slot holding onto it's mother.

Or how you would try to hold onto the to dumbbell while he's using it to become he would probably be squished by it if you don't help.

After a few minutes you would be off to napping on the couch exhausted and tired.

If you don't felt like being with Dick you simply go to the next option, Jason.

Jason was alot more gentle scared that he might accidentally hurt you, he does always teach you about on how to be street smart, you don't understand anything he say's but you like to listen.

Seeing him read you would left everything behind to accompany him cause no one is left behind. Always blessing them with your heavenly presence.

Climbing onto the ridiculously talk couch known as the ' reading couch ' Jason would watch as you struggle to get up, it was adorable from his view and it was climbing mount Everest on your part.

You arm's can reach it yet your legs have a hard time trying to get up, when one leg is on the couch you just couldn't lift the other. You wouldn't ask for help either, you rather not seek help from the want needing you.

After you managed to climb the couch you would plop down on his lap or take one arm and warp it around you leaning onto him, looking at the written book infront of you... You can't read.

Jason would simply continue reading in his mind and would even aks you if you finish reading it before turning the page, knowing that you infact cannot read. He knows that you made up completely new word and story.

He's reading Pride and Prejudice you're reading about Baba Black Sheep.

At the Batcave while he's repairing his bike you would Crouch down next to him like his assistant, pointing at gears and nodding along.

Sometimes it's the most comfortable silence he ever had or he's just teaching you about gears and how to fix them.

Hell, he even lables the tools because you don't have the worst memorization factor.

Helping you fix your toy bicycle using toys while being extremely serious.

"Seems like you barely clean the gear, look at this mess, I didn't raise you to be neglecting your prise possesion like nothing"

"Look, touch the tire and feel it... flat, very flat, dangerously flat... We need to pump it up before you get into trouble and cry"

You nod your head vigorously, barely understanding on why he is making you feel the bicycle wheel that is solely made of plastic.

Tim was also your favourite.

You would sit on his laps as he work, the computer lighting up the place, doesn't matter how busy Tim was you always managed to slide in on his arms and just watch like a clueless raccon.

Talking to you about his case and you don't even catch half of the thing he's rambling about yet still nodding along.

If he is studying you would study along side him, holding onto the pencil and lining the alphabet while Tim was busy learning for exam.

Showing him your work whenever you are done and him rewarding you with a head pat.

He even let's you play dress up on his computer while hes taking a break: He's brainstorming there is no break.

His computer consisted of gruesome documents and records and there is also tons of dress up games, making cake, classic games and barbie movies... Safe to say, he pirates alot of barbie movie for your sake.

"The unicorn is her sister? That's beastiality"

"Reminds me of Damian... Must be his secret twin"

Seeing him drink energy drinks and coffee you have been begging to drink as well, cause whatever he does you do it as well no need for questions.

And as a result, he wrote 'Monsta' on a mug he bought you and pour you a drink whenever he drank them, and you would drink it proudly.

It was just mineral water that tasted like fruits, you'll have your first energy drink with him to cheer and witness the start of your addiction.

Damian on the other hand was the most serious of the bunch.

Hes an actual eagle, always there whenever you want hug or attention or even to be love. Scoop you up in his arms and left without a word. He will not have those vermin judge him for treating his siblings with love.

If he saw any of them putting you in danger do not be worried he have been luring behind the darkness before shit can get serious. He's the second shadow of yours ready to pound onto anyone who put you in danger.

He's very serious about your well being and mental state.

Although he did hand you weapons at such young age to train with, you can't blame him he started out young to so if you start young he could be much at ease .

Much to his dismay Bruce doesn't want you near violence in his defence it wasn't violence if they annoy you first.

Now you two are secretly learning how to fight with very very small progress, you cannot even hold onto a small stick for a minute a katana... Was something else.

He's absolutely protective of you since you're an incapable baby, if you see something flying at you you'll just meet it face first cry ahd forget. Have a higher chance of being kidnapped.

It's his absolute duty to protect you from harm, no one lays their hand on you without his permission... He will not tolerate insolent and mannerless people and he will make sure you do to.

Holding onto you while he paint, he never complaint no matter how uncomfortable it was because a good soldier never complaint for their comfort rather they suffer for someone they love.

You would nap in his arm or simply watch him perform his art, it was a quiet comfortable moment... It was a special time for the two of you to bond peacefully.

"Unicorn?"

You asked him, looking up at him who's eyes were still on his the Canva.

"I knew you weren't an intellect child but isn't this out of line even for you?"

"Uni"

"Alright, a horse with a corn on it's head then..."

He can't deny you when you don't even have the brain to register what he is saying, and not because he wanted to spoil you abit... and raise your standards.

Your father was usually busy, busy being Bruce and Batman at night. Since you're a baby it was alot harder for him to spend times with you.

Usually he could do that by spending time's during patroll but he won't allow a child to be a vigilante anymore.

As a result he tried to glue you to his side when he is free, although he wasn't a good father he tried.

He sometime doesn't understand what you are meaning to say and your siblings would have to translate it for him. Although he would try to figure it out before asking them.

Watching anything you enjoy doesn't matter how childish it was Bruce would sit down with you and watch it very seriously. Noting down whenever you laugh or bored for future special times.

Going to the local playground with you while all the mom's stared at him, muttering praise and complements for being such a good father while being single.

He knew they were staring at him since he literally is Bruce Wayne at a public playground, because he doesn't want to spoil you too much and wants you to have normal friends.

Pushing you on the swing, waiting at you at the end of the slide, pretending not to see you while playing hide and seek and even playing along with you during roleplay. He sincerely wanted to be a good father to atleast one of his children.

Unfortunately or fortunately he doesn't see you as a distraction from anything just a responsible he absolutely loves. That means you're everywhere he is at... Gala, outside and even meeting.

You would sit on his lap facing his laptop with a drowsy look on your face, playing with his fingers while he doesn't even seem to know that you are there.

His employees couldn't help but take pictures secretly, you don't look so enthusiastic about the meeting and even falling asleep occasionally. Yet Bruce would only acknowledges you to make sure you were comfortable and not too bored.

Well you did join his meeting because you honestly missed your father but that was a one time thing, now it was mandatory for you to be present during meetings cause you were the joy and happiness for him.

"If we don't have the available resources now our competitors will surely take advantage of that and left us with nothing"

"...Boss? are you listening?"

Bruce who was busy trying to settle your head to a more comfortable position while being as gentle as possible.

"Yeah, hear you... Just have to do some important work continue"

Yet as much as you cling and hold onto them whenever they are going to go out without you. You would freak out with their mask on.

Hiding behind Alfred holding onto him for your life looking at the strangers infront of you, to you they just ate your family. Your family goy eaten by those masks and God were you scared.

Dick would try to find a solution... To hold you then put the mask on but to no one surprise you freak out even more.

Struggling for dear life and even smacking him, tears already forming at your eyes terrified about the fact that your older brother just got eaten infront of you.

Then he would took it off and it took you a great minute to realise he was back from the death. Hold onto him suddenly and cry harder.

Jason terrified you the most, his head was literally engulfed by the helmet of his. You would try to save him by throwing anything you could grab and hold onto.

Grabbing the book closest to you and throwing it at him which barely hit him, hit him as hard as you could while he just stood there unbothered. Alfred would be the one making sure no one wear their complete costume near you.

You couldn't recognise them even if they wear it infront of you it'll make it much more worst. Biting onto them if necessary and headbutt them as hard as you could and it does hurt you and them.

You did headbutt Jason once you never did that again and he couldn't stop laughing after you did it, just the sound of metal being hit ring and utter silence... Followed with the Alfred picking you up before you could resistered the pain.

At first they thought it was just you being stupid and the more you see them the easier it would get... No, it got worst.

You're fully prepared by the time they had hoped for you to stop, thankfully you were strong enough to conflict any pain but you could pull hard enough to took some hair out, bite them or headbutt.

Your favourite was to just ran away while calling out for them not knowing that the person you were running from was the one you seeked.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

I just imagined if batchild who favored Tim being Bruce bio-child. Damian so jealous and angry because his blood sibling chose Drake over him? This is too personal. Poor Tim will not have peace. I can imagine Damian trying to prove himself to his little sibling.

But the question is, does Damian even really give a flying fuck about this kid? Or does he just hate Tim and wants to destroy any ounce of happiness this boy has? Questions. Questions. Questions. lol.

Idk I love Damian being a little shit,,, he's something a little silly

Yes, Damian will terrorize Tim over this. He has such bad emotional regulation and he doesn't fully understand why he's so angry. He doesn't particularly like children and all their crying and babbling..they're stupid and useless...

But it peeves him so much seeing Tim take on such a prominent older brother role in their life. Tim is tainting the kid, he's not teaching them properly. A child should be held this way, it should be taught this, you need to do this. That is what his mother did to ensure his proper development so it must be right!

I can just imagine Damian cringing at all the baby talk and stupid games Tim plays with them. At first he's such a hate watcher of them. He'll be in the corner of the room, glaring daggers into them. "hmph they're perfect for each other. Dumb and even dumber. Guess which is which..." He snickers in his mind

Then he resorts to insulting Tim and micro-managing him. His baby siblings doesn't need to play with rattles, they need to be doing more intensive activities....Ughh.. They're being so stunned right now.

Then...slowly when no one is watching, he might speak to it. He doesn't get down on the floor with his sibling, he's just looking down at 'em and low-key shit talking. They piss him off so much but still he's at a lost for why?? Why does he seem to care about them and their upbringing so much when he hates them?

It isn't until Tim leaves for a mission or something when Damian *attempts* to hold and play with batchild. The child just looked so pitiful that he felt compelled to entertain them. Batchild starts to unexpectedly grow on him...eventually he starts kind of...loving them...? He feels warm when they smile at him...and an intense passion to protect them...

He's shy about it but Damian is obsessed with that damn baby. He won't try to draw attention to it but that is his baby now.

He can't help but to feel so possessive over them too, he'll cross his arms and huff when someone picks them up...he's stealing them back after five minutess...

But here's where the issue arises, Damian finally is feeling super close with batchild and has created this secret bond that no one else understands. He's done this oath with them in a pillow fort and everything, he's confidently believes that he's the new favorite sibling.

"Okay, Now we will drink this grape juice as we are solidified as true bloods of the Wayne bloodline..."

*intense babbles and clapping*

"Yes, our superior lineage is something to celebrate."

But then Tim comes back and batchild completely forgets about Damian and rushes to Tim. Even refusing to be held by Damian later on. His heart is crushed and to him this is the ultimate betrayal.

If Tim didn't have peace before, he really won't have it now. Like Damian wants to duel over this, it's that serious to him.

The pure venom that Damian spews is so fucked up that I cannot even repeat it. Like Tim is worried for his safety at this point.

Damien would definitely steal batchild out of their crib at night and take them into one of the unused rooms in another wing of the manor. It's fully decorated with tons of things batchild loves, all necessities...even has tons of snacks and a fridge with goodies. Damian is fully prepared to be the sole provider for this baby. lmaoo. He's hiding this kid out there for a good couple of hours before everyone realizes where the two of them are.

Damian is fighting hard to keep from them taking batchild...but is defeated when batchild sees Tim and goes

"Timmy!!" and tries running to him. It's so hilarious. Damian is at his wits end. He's never going to stop though until he's number one. Even if "Timmy" has to go.

Dami is the most un-serious-serious person on the planet.

[everwistfully]

I know Tim and Damian’s relationship is lacking in a multitude of ways but the POTENTIAL is there!!!

If they put their brains together, they’d get along like a house on fire (possibly literally)! Not to mention the parallels you could draw between their relationship and Discowing Dick and baby Robin Jason.

***

Damian: I hate you Drake.

Tim: Love you too, Lil D!

Dick and Jason watching this interaction and getting flashbacks: *makes eye contact and just burst into laughter*

***

Not to mention the bonding they could have with Ra’s and training related abuse/mistreatment.

There’s a lot of potential for their relationship that I think a lot of people overlook just to simplify it to them hating each other despite the amount of ways they relate to each other.

I know they’re brothers and Damian may have tried to kill Tim but, given their age gap, it’s so difficult to hate children! Which is essentially what Damian is-a child! And traumatized ones at that!

Once Damian curbed his killer instincts I’m sure their relationship should’ve developed into something along the lines of baby Robin Jason and Discowing Dick.

As well as how much Damian MUST look up to Tim! This is the adopted son that saved his father from the Tim stream, that MADE himself Robin, that helps run his father’s business.

Those are all traits and actions that I’m sure Damian would’ve initially thought were flukes or unworthy of his adopted brother but as time went on it’s impossible to not notice things about those you see on a consistent basis; i.e. Damian and Tim.

Damian must’ve noticed this and started to realize the effort and work and success his brother has achieved in his short time and started to look up to him!

[brucewaynehater101]

Can I ask for a littlebit sibling bonding dami-tim? 🥺 I've looked a lot and can't find anything I haven't already read 😢

Hmm.... I'm assuming you'd like a little piece of writing? It's not fluffy in the slightest, but here ya go!

Tw: auditory descriptions of torture, blood, pain, violence

Hurt/comfort, BAMF Tim, angst

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Damian's family is full of fools. They are competent, skilled fighters and master tacticians. Each one is a superior detective and powerful leader in their own right.

Yet, they are, undoubtedly, fools.

If each of them were asked who of the family is the largest threat, they would answer wrong. They would praise Cass's unfathomable combat prowess, the unending reach of Oracle, the terror Red Hood brings, Batman's plethora of contingency plans, or the charismatic destruction of Dick. To them, these members would be the top contenders.

Damian is not indicating that these family members wouldn't be formidable. He's not even saying they are unworthy to be wary of. No. Only a fucking idiot would dismiss the very real peril of these vigilantes.

The issue lies in how obvious they are. Everyone knows to especially prepare defenses against them. They are terrifying as opponents and ruthless when provoked. All Bats are.

However, Damian knows, as he has always known, that none of them are a threat in the way that Timothy Drake is.

Drake isn't physically imposing nor is he well-known for his ability to decimate his enemies from afar. He's a Bat and he's competent, but he usually upholds a supporting role. He fades to the background and hides in the shadows of his predecessors. He doesn't alarm people nor automatically register as the most dangerous person of the Bats. He can completely decimate his opponents, but he's overlooked in comparison to the others.

It's why he terrifies Damian.

Red Robin is a disregarded, unseen hazard. He meticulously and carefully hides his culpability and capabilities even from allies. He's vicious and cruel, a liar, a con man, and a thief.

And yet he's selfless and kind. He's caring.

He's a complicated headache of a man.

It's been... rough trying to ignore Damian's initial assertion of Drake. The problem lies in the fact that it's not wrong. Red Robin is conniving. Drake could easily make Damian disappear without a single Bat suspecting otherwise.

Trusting Drake is the same as handing Red a sword and knowingly turning his back to him. It's idiotic. And it's expected of the youngest brother.

For years, neither Damian nor Tim could get past this hurdle, this mutual distrust. It simmered between them as they recognized the monster of themselves in the other's eyes. They were similar enough to know better than their family members. To know better than to put aside their fued.

But it started to shift.

Damian can't point to when he stopped wearing weapons around Drake's presence, only that Drake lacked his as well.

Red became a bit more brutal against the goons who hurt Robin, and Robin was callous to those who managed a hit on Red.

One by one, the children who used to bother Damian at school either became passive or they moved. One by one, fewer Gotham socialites whispered scandalous rumors about Timothy Drake.

Titus and Alfred the Cat received gifts and treats left in Damian's room. Drake's apartment walls received a mural.

Damian became Dames. Drake became Timothy.

They still snarled and snipped and wrestled and attacked each other. They couldn't hold a conversation without either one blowing up in anger. They never acknowledged the changes. They didn't seek out each other's presence.

But it continued. Damian now only grumbles when Timothy ruffles his hair. Tim moved an extra desk into his office if Damian wanted to work on WE or school. Tim finds truly abhorrent charcoal portraits of himself, and Damian finds his gifted drawing in picture frames.

They don't like each other and they won't admit to caring about their brother. They just, maybe quite possibly, don't hate the other anymore.

While the Waynes are disappointed the two don't get along, they have noticed the shift. It's enough for the family that the two no longer wish each other harm. After everything, that's fine.

This is why Damian's scream comes as such a shock to everyone but Tim.

It's been an hour. An hour since Robin was captured, his GPS was scrambled, and his com was left untouched. An hour of the entire family desperately scouring the city for their youngest bat.

Thirty-seven minutes ago, Damian woke up.

The Bats were forced to listen to him acknowledge his kidnappers and the sound of flesh being hit as of thirty-four minutes ago.

Damian's ability to muffle his own grunts of pain broke down seventeen minutes prior. He started screaming twelve minutes ago.

Eleven seconds ago, with a voice gritty from the hollering and blood, Damian allowed those who captured him to know they left his com in place. He finally addressed one of the Bats while in the kidnappers' presence.

With a tone threaded with pain, with a slight sob, Damian begs, "Timothy. Please."

All of the Bats but one turn to each other in confusion. In their momentary bewilderment, Red Robin disappears.

Tim was barely holding onto his control. He was trying to continuously remind himself why he operates the way Batman prefers. His grip on his restraint was slipping with every whimper, cry, and shout from his baby brother. Tim was going to function Bruce's way. He was.

Swallowing down his wrath, his uselessness, his grief, and his frustration is a well-known habit. Red knows how to choke down his own feelings and desires in his pursuit of "the greater good." He's aware that Bruce's path, as flawed as it is, is better than the one Tim instinctively knows. The Batman way prevents the type of future that Red is constantly trying to prevent of himself.

So, even though the sounds of Damian's torment is riping into Tim's own mind, Red was going to go about it Bruce's way.

But then Damian asked.

There's nothing in this world, in this fuckkng universe, that could prevent Tim from answering his baby brother.

The Bats couldn't hear the threads snapping from Tim's control, but Tim could. Damian, from wherever he was, could as well.

Between the blood pouring from Robin's nose and forehead, a cruel and wicked smile carved into his face.

Timothy, not Red Robin, was coming for those who harmed his brother. They will not escape. They will not survive past today.

[calibrationneeded]

It makes me so sad when I see Damian hate, cus like, that’s my boy! My son!!

Yeah he’s a little shit, who’s arrogant, violent, and volatile, but he’s also the same kid who loves to draw and has a billion pets who he loves more than life, he’s a vegetarian because he’s loves his animals so much, he’s so good with Wonder Woman’s little daughter and taught her to tie her shoes, he talks about how Jon is his best friend all the time and made sure to get Jon exactly what he wanted for Christmas, he reads romance manga, he loves playing arcade games, he just wants to make his mom and dad proud, he named his beloved cat after Alfred, his whole relationship with Alfred and how much he loved him, his whole arc in Robin: The Lazarus Tournament 2022, his crush on Flatline, how he asked Tim how to be a good Valentines date, how he gave all his cage fight winnings to a poor man and his children, how much he looks up to Dick, how he quietly wishes his mom and dad were together, and also that silly ass low-taper fade of his

[diazheartsbuckley]

Fuck it Friday ✨

Tagged by @loserdiaz @wikiangela and @giddyupbuck, thanks babies 🫶🏻

This is some more of the omegaverse office romance fic and oh boy, this was a tough one. In the following chapters, we’ll get to unpack some of Buck’s trauma and why he acts like he does in this one 🫢

In the quiet of the hospital room, stitches in place, Buck rests, Eddie never leaving his side. The stitches are a tangible reminder of the challenges that parenthood had already thrown at Buck and with the pregnancy no longer hidden, he allows his hand to rest on his bump, stroking it gently. He had bruised his ribs too, his entire body aching from his fall and he even had faint bruises on the side of his bump.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you” He speaks lowly, Eddie barely even responds - he just hums. He was trying to do the math in his head. Because it all seemed to add up. And it would also explain why Buck had been acting like he did, trying to keep the pregnancy hidden from him. “I didn’t-… I didn’t know what to say” Buck continues as he sits up a bit more straight in the hospital bed. He could just tell Eddie the truth now. The whole truth.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me, Buck? I should’ve-… I should’ve known. I should’ve been able to protect you and to not have made you work as hard as I have. I just-… I have to protect you” Eddie says, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders as he looks at Buck, his hand protectively on his protruding abdomen.

It makes Buck swallow harshly and he looks away, small tears forming in his eyes, seconds away from rolling down his cheeks and he feels Eddie’s hand resting on his, enlacing their fingers in a firm hold.

“Is the baby mine?” The words seem to pour out of Eddie’s mouth as he watches Buck, not even being able to look at him. They have done nothing but fight for the past two weeks and Eddie has hated every single minute of it. He doesn’t want to fight anymore.

Yes.

Just say yes.

“No”

Buck seemingly doesn’t even hesitate and he hates himself for it, a burning feeling in his chest that makes him feel like he’s the worst person in the world. He can see Eddie’s face drop, his entire body slouching and he pulls his hand back, resting it against his chest instead, as if he has to calm himself down.

The revelation hung in the air, creating palpable tension between them. Eddie, who was taken aback, furrows his brows in confusion and lets out a deep breath. “If it’s not mine, then… whose baby is it?”

Oh.

Eddie had to look like he wasn’t saddened by the fact that the baby isn’t his. And it was as if he was mourning something that he never had. He had never wanted to have children but the brief moment of hope that this baby could be his, could be his and Buck’s, seemed to shift something inside of him. And he swore to himself that even if the baby wasn’t his, he would do anything to be there for it, to be there for Buck though all of it. Even if it meant raising another man’s baby.

Tangling himself further into a web of lies, Buck gathers his thoughts before he answers, knowing that what he’s about to say is not true. And never will be true. Because he could never love anyone but Eddie. “It’s uhm-… you remember Damian, the guy that I dated in college? Well, he was around-… was around about the same time that you were” The words almost immediately feels vile and wrong, leaving a bitter aftertaste in Buck’s mouth and he chews on his bottom lip, almost drawing blood.

As soon as Buck finishes talking, Eddie can feel his heart hammering against his ribs, making it difficult for him to breathe and he can feel a sense of panic rising over his body. He stands up quickly yet his eyes never leave Buck and in that moment, he makes a quick decision. “Okay” He says, his voice barely a whisper and Buck can smell the sadness on him which makes his omega whine and beg for Eddie’s alpha.

There’s no going back now. No matter what I do now, Eddie will never forgive me for lying about this.

“Okay… what?” Buck reaches out for Eddie who’s pacing around the room, a behavior that seems to almost possess him when he doesn’t know how to handle a given situation or how to handle his feelings.

“I’ll be there for you. Whatever you need. Just-… just don’t keep anymore secrets from me, Buck. I love you and I want to be with you so badly. But no more secrets. Promise?”

Shit.

Fuck.

Fucking shit.

A wave of gratitude washes over Buck and he knows that it’s taking Eddie every ounce of self control to not storm out of the room right now, his hands hiding his pockets as to hide that they’re trembling. And Buck doesn’t know if it’s from anger or from annoyance or worry. Or a mix of all three. “I want to be with you too, Eddie. I love you. And I promise, no more secrets”

There goes that promise being broken before the words have even left his mouth.

Tagging!! @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @jamespearce9-1-1 @daffi-990 @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @disasterbuckdiaz @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @butraura @honestlydarkprincess @wildlife4life @vampbuckley @callmenewbie @cal-daisies-and-briars @firemedicdiaz @fionaswhvre @criminally-obsessed 💗🦋

[roobylavender]

It's always weird to see people who want Jason to have a pure hatred kind of relationship with Damian or Cass or Tim. Like when you see these so called sibling dynamics and Jason gets relegated to that it's like yeah I don't like happy batfamily either but really? Or when people don't want any kind of relationship between Jason or Damian because of how great a relationship he has with Dick when like Damian and Jason have/should have a relationship with Talia and have some connection, but I have also seen that Talia wouldn't want Jason anywhere near Damian. And then their is the problem with Damian like I have seen people who just straight hate Jason as a character (which based on what he has done in canon is valid) but then go and love Damian's character and are able divorce the bad parts but like how do you divorce Talia from that when part of it is so essential to who Damian is. Like Jason varies so widely but Damian really doesn't.

Like don't get me wrong I understand Jason getting inserted in everything and people getting annoyed but idk.

i mean i think a lot of this is due to the damage of jason's writing post-under the hood and the inability to really distill any consistent ideology from him thereafter despite the fact that notwithstanding winick's glaring flaws he did at least have a concrete character sketch for jason in mind. i've never understood the need for writers to draw jason into the greater family drama because frankly speaking jason shouldn't even care. like i cannot conceive of the other sidekicks being remotely relevant to his overarching goals with the exception of damian who like you said would probably have some connection to him through talia. i like to think there's an alternate timeline wherein upon the death of the red hood and jason's rebirth as something else he would have helped talia secure damian from ra's not only out of sense of a personal debt but because doing so would be emblematic of his own ideology with respect to children. to me the only way children should factor into jason's field of vision is either as direct victims of crime whom he needs to save or as the collateral of his war against crime because he fails to remember that even criminals have families of their own. it's the internal dichotomy of intentional good will and unintentional malice. batman editorial explicitly abrogated that concept when it had jason willfully go after other members of the family even though he had no realistic reason to and if anything that concept would make way more sense the other way around. i can totally see dick and tim and cass willfully intruding into his life and operations both out of a sense of loyalty to bruce and due to their own distinct conceptions of the bruce-jason relationship. and i haven't read enough jason fic to know if this is really the case but i imagine that a lot of fans' frustration is owed to fic writers unintentionally mirroring editorial by making jason be the one to initiate contact when realistically he would probably begrudge it and view it as an irritating distraction

[ao3feed-superbat]

Then He Kiss'd Me

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QUa3VLi by Alwhisker .... - "I didn’t need a glorified spandex ad to come to my aid" Wayne's tone was glowering and slightly breathless as he wiped the blood off his chin, looking over to the caped man who’d been covered in dust and rain, clark was taken aback, but remained his composure, it wasn't time to bicker with billionaires just yet.   "you're welcome" he muttered, floating up to look over the crowd, he watched as the officers surrounded Bruce Wayne, EMT's checking over his wounds as the criminals were carted away into padded cars, flashing lights of cameras clicking around the scene. but clark could only focus on the man wiping his bleeding lip, effortlessly drawing him in, among the thousands of voices in his mind, only one stood out. only one. "Alfred, I promise you I am fine, I- no, my leg’s fine, Grayson. Damian, stop." Clark found himself grinning, soft enough that he didn't notice it at first, but the clicks of cameras and flashing lights woke him up from his daydream, the wind under his chin was getting colder, Gotham's air was gentle on his skin, despite the smog in the air and the scent of blood that somehow always lingered, no matter how much they scrubbed down the streets. Words: 8718, Chapters: 3/10, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Alfred Pennyworth, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Barry Allen, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Koriand'r (DCU), Original Male Character(s), Edward Nygma, Oswald Cobblepot Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r Additional Tags: Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Power Bottom Bruce Wayne, Trans Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth is So Done, Alfred Pennyworth Ships It, Damian Wayne is Robin, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson Has Issues, Bruce Wayne Gets Bullied By Own Children, Kidnapping, bruce wayne hates superman, clark kent hates batman, Bruce Wayne Loves Clark Kent, Clark Kent Loves Bruce Wayne, And lois is tired of hearing about it, Lois lane and Clark Kent are besties, Lois Lane Knows Clark Kent is Superman, Hate Sex, Sex in the Batcave, Inappropriate Erections, Misuse of Kryptonite (DCU), Power Play, Body Worship, Clark "sit on my face" Kent, Laughter During Sex, Drunk Sex, Drunk Texting, Drunken Kissing, Arguing, but they fuck after, Fingering, Masturbation, Hurt Bruce Wayne, pain kink but only if you squint read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QUa3VLi

[amethystunicorn2727]

Unicorn Academy - Honorary Siblings

Chapter 2

September 28 - September 29, 2023

Eqeoneian is a kingdom that resides on an island, far away from the rest of the countries. Since the royal family has had trust issues with the rest of the world for so many years, there's been an unspoken agreement around the world that Eqeoneian is left alone. And in return, Eqeoneian leaves everyone alone as well. As of right now, the royal children of this kingdom are Crown Prince Damian, Prince Jeremiah, Prince Michael, and Princess Talulah Fairchild. King Christopher and Queen Stephanie had the boys rather early into their relationship. Talulah, however, was an unexpected addition to the royal family, having been born by the time the triplets had become young adults. With an age gap of nineteen years, Talulah never got the change to properly bond with her brothers, and their sibling relationship is more distant than Talulah desires. Not getting the attention she wishes she could get from her parents or her brothers, Talulah ended up taking an interest in horseback riding. Currently, her closest friends were the riding instructor her parents had hired, Maxwell Parker, and whichever horse she would take for her lessons.

Mr. Parker - "That was wonderful, Princess Talulah! I haven't seen such talent since I was a boy!"

Talulah - "Haha! Thanks, Mr. Parker! One more time from the top?"

Mr. Parker - "I wish we could, your highness. But your parents have asked me to have you back by 4:00. We'll pick this up tomorrow."

Talulah - "...Alright, Mr. Parker. Come on, Bentley!"

After putting Bentley back in his stall and being escorted by to the castle by Mr. Parker, Talulah gave her parents a quick greeting before heading up to her room. It was clear they were busy with whatever royal duty they'd been given, and Talulah didn't have the energy to fight for their attention. As much as she hated it, Talulah was honestly used to this pattern by now. The most affection she would receive on a daily basis is a glance from her parents, and even then, those moments were rare. Talulah tried spending time with her brothers, but with Damian being the future king, Jeremiah and his wife preparing for their baby, and Michael having his own studies, she was lucky if they had the energy to say her name. Closing the door behind her, Talulah looked around her bedroom, feeling bitter at how it was filled with treasures, but still felt hollow and empty. Christopher and Stephanie felt bad that they couldn't provide the same amount of attention to their daughter as they did with their sons, so they lavish Talulah with expensive gifts and gowns. Jewelry and tiaras made from gold and sapphire, the kingdom's national colors. Her room was littered with whatever a girl her age could ask for, but Talulah wasn't happy. She didn't want the gifts or the clothes, she wanted a hug from her parents, or a smile directed at her from her brothers. Was that too much to ask?

??? - "Your highness? The chef has asked me to inform you that dinner is ready!"

Talulah - "Thank you, Sir. I'm coming."

As per usual, Talulah was the only one at the table. Christopher and Stephanie took their food with them to continue their list of duties, and the boys took theirs to finish their studies. The servants would feel bad, and sit at the table with her, asking her to tell them about her day. Talulah appreciates those people very much, but she still wishes it was her parents that would take the time to ask her if she had learned any new moves while horseback riding. Or if she found any new books in the library she was excited to read. Honestly, she just wants them to ask her if day was even good. Finishing her food and attempting to help with the dishes, to her failure because the servants wouldn't let her, Talulah heads back to her room and sits on the bed.

Taking a journal out from underneath her pillow, Talulah writes down and draws the riding moves she did today, before looking out the window. She knew it was silly, but every night, Talulah would pray and ask to receive affection from her parents and her brothers. Hearing the silence as her answer, as it always was, the young princess switched into a night gown before walking over to her balcony. A place she liked almost as much as the stables was her balcony, where she could do anything she wanted. She could watch the waves crash onto the beach, she could count and draw the birds that flew above the castle. She could even pretend she was having a tea party with her brothers, even if the last time they had done this with her was when she was an infant.

Letting out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, Talulah turned around to head in for the night, only to hit her foot on something before she made her first step. Looking down, Talulah saw a box that was silver, with golden engravings and horses, with a purple button in the middle. It looked like it was connected to a lock, which kept the box closed. Picking up the box slowly, Talulah looked around cautiously before walking over to her bed and getting a closer look. Pressing the button slowly, Talulah jumped back as the lock began spinning and the sound of gears shifting filled the room. In the box, an invitation and a pamphlet instantly caught Talulah's attention. Holding the invitation in her hands, the princess tried to settle between seeing reason, and hoping for a better life.

Talulah - "'We are pleased to invite you to attend Nuncior Academy. The world's leading school for promising equestrian riders?' Hold on, this isn't real. It's a trap, I know it is. Or some kind of prank. But maybe...No! It's not real, it's a trick!"

Talulah wasn't an idiot by any means. She was a princess of a kingdom that closed itself off from the rest of the world. An invitation to a riding academy she'd never heard of, along with the fact that it had made it onto her balcony without getting caught by the royal guard? This was more than likely a trap. She couldn't trust this invitation. Whatever it was, it couldn't be real...Could it?

Talulah - "I don't get it. This is a trap, right?! But if it's not...maybe it is real. But I can't, right? I mean, my parents would miss me, my brothers would miss me. There's no way they would actually let me go. But if I did go...no, I'm not going...but maybe if I ask my parents about this. Maybe they'll let me go."

Despite saying she wouldn't, Talulah kept pacing around her room, debating whether or not accepting the invitation was a good idea. Talulah told herself over and over that her family would miss her if she went away. But deep down, she knew they wouldn't even notice if she ran away. Nobody would. This is the perfect chance to start a new life. Away from the royal titles and neglectful parenting. But she couldn't, could she? Deciding to give her parents one last chance to notice her, Talulah walked down to the throne room, the invitation shaking between her hands.

Talulah - "Mom? Dad? Can I ask you guys about something?"

Stephanie - "Talulah, darling, we're very busy right now. If you could hold off until tomorrow, we'll see you first thing in the morning."

Talulah - "But I—"

Christopher - "Princess, your mother and I are very busy right now. We're debating whether our kingdom is ready to trade with outside countries. This is a very important deal, darling. We'll talk to you in the morning. In the meantime, ask your brothers if they're interested in playing with you."

Talulah - "I'm not play—"

Christopher, Stephanie - "Goodnight, Talulah."

Talulah - "...Goodnight, Mom. Goodnight, Dad."

Making her way back to her bedroom, Talulah fought back the tears and looked at the box that previously held her invitation. Deciding that enough was enough, Talulah changes out of her nightgown and into a dress that allowed her to run freely. Grabbing the bag she hid in the back of her closet, Talulah put the invitation back in the box and threw it in with the clothes she had already packed. Truth is, Talulah had been planning to run away for a few years now. Since her tenth birthday, when all she had asked for was to spend time with her family. After sitting in the dining room for five hours waiting, Talulah ran up to her room and packed a bag. She wanted to run away that night, but convinced herself to give her parents another chance. But as of right now, Talulah was done giving chances. About to walk over to the balcony, Talulah saw something shining from her vanity. Her tiara, the one she wore everyday. It was golden with sapphires, and a bigger jewel in the middle. Talulah hated being royalty, but she kept this specific crown after finding out her brothers had designed it specifically for her. Deciding to keep it even if she was running away, Talulah snapped the box that kept her crown tucked away safely and packed it in her bag. Finally making her way to the balcony, Talulah climbed down using the engravings on the walls to get to the garden. Talulah had spent her life trying to figure out how to sneak out of the castle, hoping it would make her parents notice her disappearance. But right now, she was grateful her parents never realized she had snuck out of the castle so many times. Having memorized the guards' shifts and patrols, Talulah snuck past them without breaking a sweat. Trying to get through the woods at night would be a daunting and pointless idea, so the young princess slept against a tree once she was sure she was far enough from the kingdom. Waking up with a new sense of determination, the young princess made it to the docks and saw her ride, but became suspicious when she realized nobody was driving it. Still feeling upset from being dismissed so easily, Talulah disregarded the caution she felt and jumped into the boat.

Talulah - "Well, I've seen weirder things than a boat without a driver. Besides, a princess should be able to handle strange situations, as my so called parents would tell me—Woah! Aah!"

With the boat flying into the air, Talulah held onto the seats for dear life. After a few seconds, Talulah got the courage to check below, and saw herself flying over the sea. But before she could comprehend what was going on, Talulah saw an island in the distance, filled with trees, valleys, and mountains. In the middle of the island, there was a giant building that shined in the sunlight, and Talulah could see what looked like barns made of different gemstones and gold. Landing at the docks, Talulah grabbed her bag tightly before taking a moment to take in her surroundings. But before she could breathe, she jumped at the sudden crowd in front of her. It was a crowd of riding students her age, all of them having some portion of their hair colored. The six students at the front had outfits that looked different from the rest of the riding uniforms. But what caught Talulah's attention the most was the fact that the horses weren't horses. They were unicorns.

Talulah - "...What...is going on?"

Ms. Primrose - "Welcome to our humble island, your highness! I am Ms. Primrose, the head teacher at Unicorn Academy!"

Talulah - "...Unicorn Academy?"

Ms. Primrose - "Yes, the invitation you received is disguised as an invitation for a normal riding academy. But this is the school where promising students will learn to defend Unicorn Island from danger. We've seen and heard of your impressive riding skills, and we had a feeling that you would fit in perfectly around here!"

Talulah - "...I...uh..."

Ms. Primrose - "Don't worry, your highness. I know this is a lot to take in right now. Which is why I've assigned my most promising students to show you around!"

Sophia - "Hi there, your majesty! My name is Sophia!"

Ava - "I'm Ava! Don't you worry, you are going to love it here!"

Layla - "My name is Layla, your highness! If you'd like, I'd be happy to help you learn about the history of Unicorn Academy!"

Valentina - "Your highness, I am honored to introduce myself! I am Valentina Furi, and as one of the longest standing legacies at Unicorn Academy, I'd be honored to show you around myself!"

Isabel - "Sup, Dude! I'm Isabel, and trust me, this place is the best!"

Rory - "And I'm Rory! Nice to meet ya! Hope you like pranks!"

Talulah - "...Hi, everyone. I'm Talulah."

Ms. Primrose - "I know this is all very confusing, Princess Talulah. But don't worry, I have a feeling you'll feel right at home here. Unicorn Academy isn't for everyone, but I get the feeling that it is for you."

Ms. Furi - "At Unicorn Academy, your dormitory is chosen off of a gemstone that best suits you. The fate fairies assign all the students to their dorm rooms, and we'll have the students send you along."

A purple fate fairy flew up to Talulah, causing her to jump back. Before she could process it though, the fairy flew above her head, and a sapphire appeared over her. Ava started squealing in excitement and ran over to hug Talulah, while the rest of the gang cheered that the princess was selected to join their dormitory. Rory threw an arm over Talulah's shoulder, and the princess froze at the extra amount of physical touch. The most she had received in her entire life was one of her parents holding her hand at press conferences.

Ava - "Yay! You're gonna be in Sapphire Dorm with us! You'll be our new bestie in no time!"

Rory - "Trust me, kid! You're gonna love Sapphire Dorm, it's got everything! Including the best snacks at the Academy!"

Talulah - "Yeah...I can't wait...I'm sorry, I'm just...not used to getting this much attention."

Rory - "Aren't you a princess?"

Valentina - "Well, don't worry, your highness! At Unicorn Academy, you'll become the bell of the ball in no time!"

Sophia - "Alright, guys. Let's give her a breather. So, your majesty, you wanna head to Sapphire Dorm and get unpacked?"

Talulah - "Yeah, thank you, Sophia. I'm ready."

Layla - "Don't worry, your majesty! I'll make sure your entire room is organized to even the slightest detail!"

Rory - "So, your highness, what's it like being royalty?"

Sophia, Valentina - "Rory!"

Rory - "What? I'm just asking!"

Talulah - "It's...different, but nice, I guess. But if it's alright with you guys, can you just call me Talulah? I really don't like the titles that people use for me."

Ava - "No problem, Talulah! As your official new best friends, we promise we'll make sure you feel comfortable at Unicorn Academy!"

Talulah - "Haha! Thank you, Ava. All of you."

Having made it to the Sapphire Dormitory, Talulah looked around in awe at the living room, with actual sapphires decorating parts of the room and furniture. Following Sophia, Ava, and Rory up the stairs, Talulah opened the door to what would be her bedroom. And to say she was amazed is an understatement. The walls were a calming lilac, while the floor was made of polished marble, reminding her of her bedroom at the castle. She had a canopy bed with purple, coral pink, and magenta bedding and pillows. On the bed sat a leather sketchbook that had a golden spine and chain to it, with Talulah's name written in sapphires on the front. In a corner of the room, there was a vanity and closet that held various pieces of jewelry and clothing, similar to the ones she had back home. In the left corner next to the balcony, was a little reading nook and desk, suitable for reading and studying potions and magic at the same time. In the corner to the right, there was a crystal harp, with strings that looked as if they were gold. The balcony itself was probably Talulah's favorite. It had a perfect view with a golden table and chairs, letting Talulah sit early in the morning for the sunrise. Needless to say, Talulah loved her new room. Unlike her bedroom in the castle that was filled with gifts to replace affection, the items placed in this room had meaning and relation to her personality.

Sophia - "Most of us have a roommate in our dorms, except for Valentina. I'll give you one guess why. But since you started a bit later than us, you get the whole room to yourself!"

Ava - "At Unicorn Academy, your dorm room is decorated based off your personality! What do you think?"

Talulah - "I...I LOVE IT! Hahaha! This is the best thing I've ever seen in my life! This room is all mine?!"

Rory - "Yep! Pretty awesome, right?"

Rory was suddenly jumped as Talulah rushed into his and the girls' arms, bringing them all in for a hug. Talulah wasn't used to affection whatsoever. But she felt like someone put in effort to make her something, and this was first time she had felt this in nine years. Bidding goodnight to her new dorm mates and friends, Talulah decided on a nightgown that was in the newly stocked closet, and fell onto her bed with a giant smile on her face. If she felt any regrets about leaving Eqeoneian before, those thoughts were long gone. For the first time in almost thirteen years, Talulah felt...happy.

[ellestrade]

I have similar thoughts of how the best course of the future for Damian is to not pursue neither paths that were set for him in the beginning, be it the cowl of Batman or the Head of the Demon.

Both the Wayne and the al-Ghul name are essentially shackles that bound him to the burden of living— his own identity stolen and taken away at the cost of fulfilling others' dreams, trying to satisfy those who are progressively becoming more and more cruel due to time itself.

I like to believe that Damian is the most compassionate out of everyone; how, despite all rough surfaces and jagged lines, he's the one who is most peaceful and so full of love. In the essence of his childhood wonder, Damian loves and loves and loves in all the ways that he can and know of— from preserving the local wildlife to drawing, Damian continues to love in the language that he's most fluent in.

Because Damian is the epitome of how love can prevail in the midst of war and chaos. He's the living prove how, even in time of anguish, two opposing parties can settle down and create something so beautiful, even if they part ways in the end.

He has so much anger in him that it rots, but the rot later turns into a diorama and develops— he was doomed to have been born, but he was peaceful nevertheless. He was condemned, again and again, by the Gods and Creators alike. People and artists are bound to hate him regardless of how he was presented, how he was drawn. He was sent to hell, because that's where all the impure children go, and even then he found love; in the form of an unknown being who is just as confused as he was, in the midst of the massacre of his own doing. He is the devil that cries and mourns for the love of God, yet repents for his mistakes all the same.

He sees other children who are in the same plane of suffering and his heart goes out for them. He recognized the lack of the identity of one's child, he knew how painful it must've been, how confusing— he neglects seeing another child as a weapon, instead as brothers and sisters.

So, of course Damian would keep bird seeds in his pockets wherever he goes, just as he would bring an extra bandaid and pens and paper clips. He would be thrilled to bore resemblance to Talia, I'd imagine, just as he would pride himself for being able to practice his cultural inheritance. He'd be happy to open a safe world for children like him— those who apparently were condemned and hated and loathed just for existing— and welcome them with open arms, even if the same weren't done to him.

Damian would bring birds seeds everywhere he goes, because he wishes for his kindness to be the evidence of his existence, and not anything else.

give me damian who keeps birdseeds in his pockets

damian who looks more like talia than bruce, with sharp features, green eyes and tan skin. the only thing that seems like bruce is his voice and his commanding presence that fills the room.

damian who had to unlearn everything that the league taught him

damian who wanted to not be batman as he grew up

damian who wanted to focus his money to fun gotham's afterschool art programs so kids would have something to do and not get caught in cycles that couldn't be broken

damian who keeps birdseeds in his pockets because he likes tossing them around as soon as he sees any wild life at all

damian who chose the softer, kinder life, who decided to do something with the wayne name instead of being a vigilante

damian who still doesn't know how to smile right but when a child tells him a joke, he laughs- an honest to god proper laugh -

damian who finds love with someone so far removed from the vigilante or billionaire life that they don't even know who he is and call him the green-eyed guy for ages before finding out who he really was

damian who gets married in the traditional way, not in a suit but in his robes and in the Middle Eastern way with Pakistani and Chinese traditions all mixed together

damian who chooses to be an al ghul and a wayne, not to be heir but to create a new legacy

damian who puts his money into charity for abused animals, for poor countries, for countries his ancestry is from, for children who have nowhere else to go

damian who does follow bruce's footsteps but in a different way

damian who turns the large mostly empty manor in a shelter for the lost and unwanted children of gotham

damian who turns the roof of the manor into a bird sanctuary

damian who keeps birdseeds in his pockets

damian who despite everything chooses and forces his circumstances to change and allows himself to have a soft life

Drabble Master List.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Wait, wait, wait. Batmom and Bruce teaching Damian and Cass about American holidays bc they have no clue? Helping them carve pumpkins and make a Christmas list? I love the idea of Batmom being adamant they have at least one normal family activity a week which goes crazy during holiday season

"Jaybird," Dick said, "Quit watching porn and come carve pumpkins."

"I'm not- wait- pumpkins? Mom is still trying to make us all normal, huh?"

Dick smiled, "And she's got two shiny new murder babies to give a childhood to."

"Damian is participating?"

"Sulking. It's bumming her out-"

Jason shoved back from his desk and tossed his headphones down carelessly, "The things I do for love," he sighed. "Mom better-"

"She's got everything to make the spicy pumpkin seeds and she just put cider on- Alfred is making cookies," Dick said. And when Jason smiled a little, his own memories of standing with you at the tables in your greenhouse, covered in pumpkin and giggling floating to the surface, Dick grinned. It was good to have YOU back. The Y/N who reminded them all that they were human- reminded Bruce that they were children.

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"This is Juvenile," Damian pouted. "It's a distraction from-"

"It's tradition," you tell him gently, putting a wad of pumpkin guts into the waiting colander.

"It's a stupid tradition-"

"Damian," Bruce sighed, "Just relax and-"

"Mom do I have a pumpkin?" Jason broke in, looking around.

"He can have mine," Damian huffed.

"I pulled enough out of the garden for everyone," you say, patting his forearm and gesturing to your wheelbarrow, beaming when your oldest sons take places and pumpkins, cheerfully bickering.

"I'm gonna make a shark," Dick said, "What are you gonna make, Dami?"

"I'm not-"

"Cat!" Cass said gesturing at her pumpkin, crinkling her nose as she flipped seeds and pulp off her hand. It was cold and squishy. Weird. But it smelled nice at least.

"Cats are good, sweetheart," you tell her, leaning over and kissing the top of her head.

"Mom always used to do cats. Bruce are you gonna do a spider web again?" Jason said, picking up the big knife to cut into his pumpkin.

"Mine's a surprise-"

"Mom's is gonna be better than everyone's," Jason snorted, "How'd you get so good at it? You didn't do pumpkins until you came here, right?"

You shrug, "I used to carve little beads as a kid. I just do that but... bigger." You break off and smile at Tim and Stephanie who just wandered in, "Come on! The quicker you guys get them cleaned out the quicker I can start roasting."

"Oooh snacks," Steph chirped, "I love pumpkin seeds."

You turn your attention from Damian and pay attention to your children that are participating, if not enthusiastic, at least present. Tim hates carving pumpkins and Bruce isn't super fond of it, but- they still come and have fun. They still eat seeds and watch House on Haunted Hill. So you reward them. Kisses for Bruce and fussing for Tim. Teasing Dick, complimenting Jason. Encouraging Cass and snarking at Steph cheerfully. They all need something, and Damian needs to not feel left out.

So finally, when he picked up a knife, you smiled a little. Catching Bruce's eye but otherwise not drawing attention to it.

"What are you going to Carve, Damian?" Bruce asked, picking up a smaller knife to add some little details.

"Something Better than whatever Y/N is doing," he scoffed.

"Ooo competition," you chirp, unphased, "Love that for me." And when Alfred offers you a mug of cider with a conspiratorial wink, you grin. Everyone needs something. And Damian, as much as any of them, needs to be a child so he can learn to be a man.

[brucewaynehater101]

Deep down, Tim knows that they are at fault. Deep down he knows that Jason and Damian attacking him like that *isn't ok*. But that's a truth he can't bring himself to face because even if he did, would Anyone believe him? If he told Bruce or Dick that the attacks still happened, that one of them tried to take his life at least once a month still, that neither of them would do anything. Tim doesn't know if they would defend him and punish Jason and Damian, or if they would just say, "you need to be more careful Tim, they can't always control themselves." And if the answer is anything but the first he knows his heart wouldn't be able to take it.

Instincts are there, but they are easy to over come. They very from shifter type to shifter type and usually fall into groups by Animal Type. Such as a Tiger and a Housecat will have similar instinctive problems but they won't be the same as a Wolf or Dolphin's. As a snake Tim 100% has the urge to nap in warm places and does get slower when cold. His suit has special heaters in it that the others don't have due to his inability to regulate his own heat. Damian insists that Tim being unable to function without "a bunch of hand warmers" I'd proof that he shouldn't be in the field and should be fired. Tim bites his forked tongue to stop himself from screaming that if Damian can't not give into his instincts and attack Tim anytime he sees him Shifted then he shouldn't be in the field because he's gunna attack a civilian.

Also for now Bruce has no idea how shifters work. But this is Good Dad Bruce. He's going to put in Effort. He's *going* to find the resources he needs to parent this New Tim because he doesn't think he can bring himself to send any version of any of his children to a home that could hurt or likely kill them. Until then, Bruce is going to insist on New Tim (he gets called TJ thanks to Duke. After all, they can't call him Drake, he hates Timothy, Tim would be confusing, and neither Tim likes the idea of being called "Jackson") takes one of their spare rooms and gets a full 8 hours of sleep every night/day and 3 full meals a day. TJ was Visibly Confused by this due to the fact he hasn't been staying in the manor at all for almost a year due to Damian and Jason. He only sleeps in his nest which has Beyond Batlevel Security to keep them out.

Also, I can't decide. Would a healthier version of Damian and Jason stay away like Tim wants them to or would they go "no *fuck* your bastard excuses for Brothers we will teach you what it's like to actually trust and have us have your back."

Tim not seeking an answer or help is very angsty. He chose his emotional/mental health over his physical well being. Part of it may be him knowing how to navigate the murder attempts but not knowing how bringing this up would change the status quo (in possibly worse ways).

I like what you've added about Tim's instincts. A good milestone for that batfamily is if they find Tim napping on a window seat. This would be a huge show of trust by him and an indication that he feels safe.

I think a healthier version of them would give Tim space and communicate boundaries with him, but they would also try to bond with him.

For Damian, this is a lot of parallel bonding. The kid will find wherever Tim is in the Manor and sit in the same room with him doing something different (like drawing or doing his homework). It is an effective way for Tim to get used to his presence and stop seeing him as a threat. Of course, Tim is nervous or on edge the first 10 or so times this happens. Eventually, he starts to lower his guard enough that Damian can make a comment or two. They slowly work up to full conversations and Tim seeking out Damian's presence himself.

For Jason, he'd try to read in places near Tim as well. His main strategy, though, might be favors or gifts. He'd learn what foods Tim likes, what activities Tim wants/needs to do that Bruce won't let him (like sneaking out), and generally just helping Tim out in small ways. It at first freaks Tim out, but they work up to Tim himself asking Jason for favors.

[redhead-batgal]

Hi

Can I request a reader x Damien soulmate AU?

With these prompts please

“If anything happened to you, it would utterly ruin me.”     

“You have no idea who I am, do you?”

Type: Drabble (Pt 2: Here)

Pairing: Fem! Student! and Soulmate! Reader x Damian Wayne/Robin

AU: Soulmate! Reader

Prompts: ✢14: “You have no idea who I am, do you?” ☙21: “If anything happened to you, it would utterly ruin me.”

Content: Cursing, some technical angst because why not, aged up Damian 16/17 yrs old.

Word Count: 981

P.S: This was sooo much fun to write, sorry if you wanted something else. I just- I just really wanted to write it this way

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In this world there is love, and life and joy. Almost every person has a chance at these things through their soulmate. Someone chose by fate itself to help you have a good life. While not all soulmates are romantic some are, and that soulmate will be with you (hopefully) for the rest of your life.

There are of course cynics who believe soulmates are a myth, those people usually lose their chance. Chance at happiness because they turn away one of the people chosen to help them have it. And some... some choose to defy fate and choose to find others to love, others to create joy with.

And fate... fate does not like to be ignored, so it caused... some backlash in response. Which is unfortunately how you came to be.

You parents were soulmates, but they didn't want anything to do with each other. Of course, fate had its way, and you were born. Born in a home where love and hate ran so closely, they intermingled.

It was one of the reasons why when you realized who your soulmate was you didn't say a word. You in fact began avoiding them all together. But your heart- your soul longed for them. And so you were stuck in conflict. Conflict with your soul and reason.

Which was why you were sitting in the library, in the very back corner. Watching, despite the voice of reason screaming in your head, Damian fucking Wayne, talk with his friends.

Looking up from your book you sighed, he- he was annoying and rude and and and loved animals and was an accomplished artist. So much that he began teaching children with special needs how to draw.

While you may have heard it was a punishment from his father, your soul still ached for him. Letting out a groan you slammed your head against the table. Why was fate such a cruel bitch? Why could fate just once give you a fucking break?

Footsteps caused you to freeze and you looked up to see a red haired boy standing in front of your table. He smiled and waved and you gave him a weak smile.

"Hi, I'm Colin and me and my friends were wondering if you wanted to join us."

He pointed to a table- the table behind him and you winced. Looking up you saw the small smile on his face and your conscious screamed.

"Uh, are you sure? You guys don't even know me."

Colin raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Uh, you've been in our classes since we started school here. And- Dam-" Colin paused before shrugged, "we can get to know each other better. I mean we've been in the same grade for years."

Before you could reply, a dark-haired boy, who you recognized as Jon Kent, bounded over towards you and Colin. He threw an arm over Jon's shoulders and smiled.

"Hi, Y/N. Are you going to join us? You're going to join us, right?"

His glasses slipped to the edge of his nose, and you winced. You were? Oh no you were.

"Uh, Okay." You remarked, "I mean I guess."

"Awesome!" Jon said.

He then leaned down and scooped your things into his arms. Turning towards his table he bumped Colin.

"Get the rest of her stuff."

Colin looked to you and you quickly grabbed onto your bag and stood up. Before you could even blink, Colin leaned forwards and grabbed your book.

Then he turned and followed after Jon. Cursing internally you followed him. They both sank down onto their seats and left one for you directly across from Damian. You watched as he flipped the page and Colin and Jon set your stuff on the table.

Damn it.

Reluctantly you sat down and winced. Damian looked up and you noticed a cut on his face and his eyes looked strange. Was it a black eye?

Your heart stopped and the words slipped from you before you could stop yourself.

"What happened?"

"It's not important, why do you care?" Damian remarked looking back at his notebook.

Why do you care? why do you care

Because

Because you wanted to shout If anything happened to you, it would utterly ruin me.

Instead, you shrugged. "You just looked a little banged up. Sorry for being curious."

He paused for a moment before looking up at you eyes narrowed.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked.

You nodded and answered the right answer instead of the one your soul begged you to say, "You're Damian Wayne."

But, you thought, you have no idea who I am, do you?

Damian blinked a few times his body tensing. And he shook his head.

"That's not what I meant."

You froze, swallowing you forced a smile onto your face. Reaching out you grabbed your book and pulled it towards you. Don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it.

He tilted his head and watched as you brought your book closer. Smiling weakly, you pulled it towards your face.

"You- You have no idea do you. Who I am?" He muttered

Soul crying and reason cheering you blinked. You were always terrible at lying. Maybe- maybe he meant something else? No, no you couldn't even convince yourself.

Shrugging you pressed your face into your book. Why did you agree, why did you do this to yourself?

because now he's close and near and hearing his voice made your heartbeat faster and and-

no- no. No nonononononono. stop that right now. No. No. nuh-uh no way you weren't- you weren't going to let your soul and- that raging bitch or dick or whatever it was fate control you.

Taking in a breath you went to read you book when it was pulled away from you and you met Damian's eyes.

"I'm your soul mate."

"Fucking shit."

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Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent

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pictures worth a thousand words by sadlmfao - Not Rated

So maybe Tim enrolled in a photography competition, but it was only because he had slept through his art class for the last two weeks and the only way his teacher would pass him is if he promised to sign up.

That doesn't make it a big deal.

Why is his family making it a big deal?

OR: Tim joins a competition and finally gets the love he deserves.

Eggshells by TheyReapWhatWeSow - Rated G

"He needed to make sure that every single one of his cards were played perfectly, he had very little time in which to make his play, and failure would mean that he would be alone, again."

OR

Tim is used to walking on eggshells around his parents, but living with Bruce is a minefield he has no idea how to get through.

Emergency Contact by lurkinglurkerwholurks - Rated  G

Hi, is this Mister... Bruce Wayne?” It was a woman speaking. There was a rustle of papers on the other end of the line and a hesitation before she said his name.

 Bruce parted his lips to confirm, but before he could, the woman spoke again, sounding embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Wayne, I think there’s been some mistake. Our paperwork has you listed as an emergency contact for one of our students.”

You Gotta Fend for Yourself by Sohotthateveryonedied - Rated G

Bruce is Tim's emergency contact. He gets a call to meet Tim at the ER. 

Safe and Warm by sardonic_sprite - Rated G

Batman.

Batman lived right next door. Batman surely had a generator, or at least a fireplace and wood, or some way to get warm.

Batman took care of kids, and Mr. Wayne was really nice. He would at least let Tim warm himself back up. Maybe he could even stay just until the power came back on.

It was worth a shot.

 The Worst Kind of Crush by TimDrakeIsMyPatronus - Rated T

Civilians came first.

It was one of the foundational truths of being a superhero. Their job was to save civilians regardless of the personal cost. Each of them knew and understood the risks associated with the cape when they put it on.

Still, rules got fuzzy when one woke up underneath a building.

Or the one where a building explodes and Tim is trapped under the rubble

Detainment by DragonflyxParodies - Rated T

“Do you beat your children?” Bruce asks, voice flat and odd in a way unlike any Hal has ever heard before, and Hal’s blood runs cold, and – Other Batman’s jaw clenches. He does not answer immediately. The whole fucking League visibly draws back.

In which Bat has instituted very strict measures for handling alternate versions of himself, and the Justice League finds out why.

Veritas by Anonymous - Rated G

“Gotham! I am here tonight to show you the hideous face of truth and its destructive power to tear apart even the closest of bonds! We’re all held together only by illusions and lies and the ‘truth’ dissolves them all." The new villain Veritas turned towards Bruce, syringe out and pointed towards the arm chained to his podium.“NOW! Under the compulsion of the serum, expose your true feelings: Tell the world what you hate the most about: Nightwing.”

Dick froze—every argument, every accusation thrown between the two running through his mind. He wasn’t sure if he could take it—to hear it spoken truthfully and directly. Hearing all of Bruce’s hatred, contempt and disappointment in him poured out not just in a heated yelling match in the cave but in front of Damian, in front of the whole world.

Bruce coughed, blood flicking from his lips from a failed attempt to bite his tongue, and Dick hung his head in resignation. It was at least nice to know Bruce wasn’t eager to dump out his true feelings.

“His suit.” Bruce choked and the room went silent.

AKA: This is just a fun little thing. Bruce loves his kids so much

Conference Room 2B by motleyfam - Rated T

And okay, fine, Tim can admit it: his parents paying off a school official to circumvent social services just to see him was sketchy at best—probably illegal at worst. They really shouldn’t have done it. Bruce and Alfred would be furious to find out that they had. Not to mention Jason, who would go absolutely apeshit.

But–

But it was also just really fucking sweet of them.

Tim hasn’t felt this loved, this cherished, this fought for and desired by his parents in years.

Doesn’t he at least owe it to them to hear them out?

---

Three months into Tim’s foster placement with the Waynes, Jack and Janet Drake decide they want back into their son’s life.

A Jumbo Miscalculation by justbeyondstars, motleyfam - Rated T

Suddenly a new voice, gruffer, deeper, says, “What are you doing?” and Tim goes cold all over. That’s Bruce. That’s Bruce speaking a full sentence for the first time today and of course it’s when Tim is hurling his guts out in the bathroom and didn’t want him to know about it.

Shit.

“Picking the lock,” Jason says, like it’s obvious. “Didn’t think you’d appreciate me breaking the door down. I can, if you want. I am absolutely fine with that option actually.”

–--

Bruce is in a bad mood after a case doesn’t go entirely to plan, and Tim is determined not to do anything to make it worse.

(Unfortunately, his shrimp allergy didn’t get that memo.)

The Good Old Days (Weren't Always Good) by Vamillepudding - Rated G

“You’re saying that the reason you are looking into options for a year abroad is vigilante-related?”

“Yes,” Tim says immediately. There is no hesitation there, no strange inflection to his voice. He doesn’t avoid Bruce’s eyes, nor is he fidgeting with anything.

That is how Bruce knows he’s lying.

Or: One by one, Bruce realises that his kids' future isn't set in stone.

The French Mistake by Vamillepudding - Rated T

The universe Bruce wakes up in has superheroes, aliens and, somewhat more strangely, it also has four children living in Wayne Manor.

Bruce Wayne is almost forty. He's been an innovator, a philanthropist and GQ's Most Wanted twelve years counting. He doesn't remember being a dad. But now that he is, he's going to be the best dad one could possibly be.

Or: Batman is a dick. AU-Bruce saves the day.

the flute of your whole existence by LovesFrogs - Rated G

He could voice his greatest fears, weaknesses, or most secret dreams at the drop of a hat; all the things he’s never put into words before and keeps tucked close between his ribs.

What kind of ammunition is his son going to ask for? What will he make Bruce admit, knowing he is incapable of a lie?

Terribly Efficient by SalParadiseLost - Rated T

Tim's parents always valued efficiency.

Bruce finds out what lengths they would go to make sure Tim was efficient too.

Batman REALLY loves his kids (much to the annoyance of all) by violetbumblebea - Rated G

When a few henchmen (and a goon) capture Batman they plan on using a new toxin to get some information out of him. Unfortunately, all Batman wants to talk about is his kids.

Aka the time all baristas in Gotham were in danger, Batman's love of his kids turned people away from crime, and Red Hood is outed at a dad-loving nerd (not necessarily in that order)

In this Town We Call Home by Vamillepudding - Rated G

Instead of threatening her infant son with the boogeyman, Janet Drake tells Tim that Batman is going to come for him if he doesn't behave. Years later, Tim realises that if he wants a fast way to get adopted, all he has to do is commit a crime so that Batman will take him away.

Years later still, Tim knows that no one is coming for him, but that doesn't make him any less scared. It also doesn't make him any less interested in Batman and his Robins.

am i the only one pretending (i did it to myself) by rutaceae - Rated T

Tim doesn’t expect his latest civilian kidnapping to be any different from the rest, but when he remembers things best left buried in the past, things take a turn for the worse.

Luckily, his family is here to help.

assaulting existence with improbability by destiny919 - Rated T

"Where's Batman?" the kid demands. "We need to show him."

Jason decides to go with the easy question. "Show him what?"

The kid gives him an incredulous look. "Proof you didn't kill Garzonas, what else?"

Motion Blur by sElkieNight60 - Rated T

At Damian's school art showcase, Bruce realizes he needs to help Tim reframe their relationship.