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Oh ma gawd this is beautiful 💙♥💙♥💙♥♥♥💙♥

I can’t help imaging Jason and Tim doing this because they are perfect for the roles👌

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Dick: Do you like Jon, Little D?

Damian: No, I hate him

Dick: You're sitting on his lap and have your arms around him

Damian, obviously sitting on Jon's lap with his arms around him: I don't know what you're talking about

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Kawaii

Is it clear enough to show my ship?

MY OTP 

 Damian TOPS Dick

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My heart.

This is beautiful.

“Please, hold me and don’t let go.”

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This is so adorable!

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Garfield: Damian! What do you think is hot? *points at himself*

Damian: The sun

Garfield: You think the sun is hotter than your boyfriend?

Damian: Yes, I do.

Garfield: But BABE

Damian: No.

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My ships...

1. Damijon (DamianxJon) OTP

2. Damigar (DamianxGarfield)

3. Damibilly (DamianxBilly)

3. Damidick (DamianxDick)

4. Jaydick (JasonxDick)

5. Jaytim (JasonxTim)

6. Jaydami (JasonxDamian)

7. Timkon (TimxKon/Conner)

8. Timdami (TimxDamian)

9. Birdflash (DickxWally)

10. Bluepulse (BartxJaime)

11. Robflash (DamianxWally)

12. Jayroy (JasonxRoy)

13. Dickkon (DickxKon/Conner)

14. Dicktim (DickxTim)

15. Dickroy (DickxRoy)

16. Halbarry (HalxBarry)

17. Superbat (SupermanxBatman)

18. Batflash (BatmanxFlash)

19. Jonner (JasonxConner/Kon)

20. Redflash/Jaywal (JasonxWally)

Woah...

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I just want to have my thoughts of Damijon off my chest

First of all, it is perfect. Perfect. I love this ship so much, I can't even manage to talk about this ship without squealing or screaming each word. I just love it so fucking much, I would sell my soul for Damijon. Every time I see a picture or fanart or whatever of them, I start squealing and screaming or other happy noises and press my phone against my face. I love them.

I love them. I love them. I love them. I love them.

I would scream as loud as I could if it would prove how much I love them, but well, I'm a shy ass and can't do it. I came to the point where I printed many pictures of Damijon and will probably do more. They are just so cute.

Now the reason why I love my perfect, adorable (...) ultimate OTP ship.

As we all know, Damian is our little sassy, angry killer cinnamon. He didn't have a great childhood. Only training, killing and other things which shouldn't have happened in childhood. But I still love him. I love him, I would do anything only to make him happy. He didn't feel loved for years. His childhood has been hard, and he liked it. I feel like he did.

Then, suddenly, everything changed. Talia left Damian under Bruces' wings. Of course Damian first didn't like the change of things. He met Dick, Jason, Tim and all. Dick is the brother Damian never had, along with Jason and Tim. He cares for them all, doesn't admit it though. But that only made Damian a little more human. Only a little.

And then he met Jon. He met this cute little bean I would die for as well. Jon is his best friend aka soon to be boyfriend and soon to be husband.

Jon, Jon made Damian more human. In the Supersons comic, annual 10 or something, this cute half kryptonian leaned Damian over the car as their dads were driving and talking. "Up, up... heh.. okay." Damian almost said what Jon told him to, "Up, up... and away!" I feel like Damian is acting more like a child when he is around Jon.

They. Care. For. Each. Other.

And I also think, the more they hang out together, the more Damian will be more human. Maybe, Jon can make Damian laugh. Like real laughing. Loud and happy. I think, they are perfect for each other. Made for each other. Jon is there to help Damian out of the empty black hole he is in.

He may act like the love he gets annoys him, but deep down he likes it, maybe not a lot, but that amount of liking the love he gets is more than enough.

Damijon is life. A harmless drug. Something where you can't hold back a smile. Damijon is thr best thing I've ever seen.

-Bil (aka me >O<)

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This is so cute, I'm screaming. No really, I screamed into a pillow

Is it cool that I said all that?

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Bluepusle gives me LIFE.

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I don’t actually have reason to believe that anyone reads “From the Robin’s Nest” (apart from the six or seven steady reviewers I have and–asdfu;lkusa thank you guys so much!) But it’s been a while since I’ve updated it on AO3 so I guess I could give you a preview?

“I don’t stress it.  I’m pretty sure there’s not a damn bad thing the media can say about us that they haven’t already said.  Do you know what it’s like having a ‘child bride’, Steph?  Do you?”

She laughed, and some of the tension eased out of her voice, but Dick  slipped a hand across the gear shift and onto Jason’s knee.

“You two are happy, right?”

Jason almost spat up his own intestines, trying not to swerve the car.

“Jesus, Dick, I don’t know!  We’ve got two fucking kids, a cat, a dog, and a cow–even if it doesn’t live with us.  We have the nicest house on our street, the neighbors think I torture people in our basement, and every Tuesday Damian makes these terrible vegetarian tacos that everyone pretends to like but I’m pretty sure all of us think they taste like shit.  We haven’t killed each other yet, although sometimes we throw plates.  And this is all only three short years into a marriage between a guy who’s been in Arkham more times than he can count and a guy who was so young that he had to get his father’s permission to get hitched.  What do you think?”

If you’d like to read this story, click here.

I also have a (tentative) title list for the next few chapters.  Not too spoiler-y.

Nine: Egg Hunt Ten: Alex Eleven: The Article Twelve: Big Cats Part Two: Electric Boogaloo Thirteen: Scarlet Fourteen: Little Red Fifteen: Danny

AHAHAHAHA after that it’s smoooooothly unplanned.

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Only a few seconds

Pairing: Damijon!Aged up

Warnings: Character death, that's it I guess

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Jon took a bite of his food as he smiled at Damian. It was the third year anniversary of their relationship, each year they went on dates, organized by Damian himself. He loved to spend time with Damian together. Only the two of them and no one else.

"Do you enjoy the food, beloved?"

Everytime Jon heard that word he couldn't help but smile. He really loved how Damian called him. His beloved. Only his. He nodded at the question a little, putting the fork on the empty plate shortly after Damian finished his own. The food really was delicious.

Damian smiled softly as he glanced at Jon quickly while paying the bill. Jon noticed that Damian was kinda different that day. He had this... sparkle in his mesmerizing blue eyes. As if he was excited and happy because of something, but Jon couldn't put a finger on it.

They walked outside, hand in hand, close to each other. Jon always felt the urge to touch Damian somewhere, in some way. It was like a drug without harm.

"Let's go the park, shall we?"

He heard Damian asking. At the mention of the park, it sounded like Damian couldn't wait to go there. Jon nodded, smiling up at Damian. Damian led Jon towards the park but stopped as there were a two men, they seemed to be homeless if you would judge them by the way they were dressed. Both of the men had guns in their hand.

"Your money. Now."

One of the men said and reached his free hand out. Damian wasn't looking scared or threatened at all. Sure, he was a vigilante and went through worse, but this night wouldn't be like that. This night would change everything.

Jon watched Damian slowly lower a hand into his pocket to pick his wallet. He took it out, reaching it towards the man. Just as the man was about to take it, Damian grabbed the gun and twisted it so it was faced up into the sky. The man grunted, trying to get his gun out of the strong grip.

Jon raced to the other homeless, trying to take the gun out of his hand while Damian took care of the other. Damian raised his knee up to kick the mans stomach, causing him to huff and fall to the ground. With one punch the man got unconcious, Jon did the same with the other.

"Fools."

Damian said. Jon headed to Damian to kiss his cheek. It didn't bother him much that those men crossed their way, it didn't even took them 5 minutes to make both unconcious. That's what Jon and Damian thought.

One of the men was still concious. He quietly reached his hand out to the gun laying next to him. With his last power, he lifted the gun up. His hand was shaking since he was scared that he might get caught in time.

Just as Damian wanted to suggest to continue their way to the park, he glanced at the man. He wanted to run to him and hit him again. But it was too late. With the first step he made, the man pulled the trigger.

The gun was so strong, that the bullet went through Damian's chest, leaving a hole behind. Jon watched in horror how his love got shot. Right in the chest. The man grunted, got up and ran away as fast as he could.

"DAMIAN!!!!!"

Jon screamed loud and ran to Damian as he fell to the ground. That sight hurt more than any injuries Jon had got throughout his years as Superboy. This fucking hurt more than anything he had been through. He didn't even feel the tears which flooded down his cheeks.

Damian caughed lots of blood, reaching his shaking hand to his pocket. He pulled out a small, heartshaped red box. He opened it with the lack of lifetime, revealing the ring. His lower was lip was quivering, just like the way his body was trembling.

"B-Beloved... My... My p-precious, idi... idiotic beloved..."

He began whispering, loud enough for Jon to hear, with stuttering almost in every word. Jon started to sob at the sight of the ring, he wanted to stop Damian talking, so he could save energy, but decided to let him continue.

"I l-love... you s-so much... I don't k-know... how such a c-cute idiot... l-like you c-could ma... manage t-to make me... f-f-fall in love... with y-you..."

Damian paused to cough out more blood. He knew he only had a few seconds- if he had luck, a few minutes, to live.

"Y-You... have been... n-nothing but kind t-to me... even t-though I t-t-treated you... b-badly. Y-You stayed with... m-me the who... whole time, made me... l-love you... P-Please, don't... b-be scared... my b-beloved... I s-still will be... will be there..."

Jon started crying more. He cubbed one of Damian's cheeks and shook his head violently as his body rocked back and forth.

"D-Don't say that Dami!! You'll be okay!"

Damian managed to chuckle quietly, placing his hand over Jon's.

"S-Shh... You'll f-find... someone b-better, I p-promise... B-But will you.. will y-you let me... d-die happily... and... and be... Jonathan S-Samuel Wayne...?"

Jon screamed as he cried more, if he even could manage that. He pressed Damian's slowly dying body against his own.

"Yes..! Y-Yes, I-I'll m-marry you Dami! But PLEASE don't l-leave me!"

Jon watched scared and in horror as Damian's eyes were losing life and color. Damian's hand fell down lifelessly.

"I l-love y-"

Damian couldn't finish his sentence. Because he was dead. Lifeless. Jon screamed and cried into Damian's shirt. His scent was still there.

"DAMIAN!!!!"

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This is just beautiful and sad at the same time

What happened before is up to you ;)

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It's for the best

Sooo, this would be my first writing, and I know Conner isn't like that... Sowwy :3

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Tim was sitting on the cold ground of his room. His eyes bloody red, his hair a mess, his skin pale as ever and his lip quivering

He heard the knocking of each of his brothers once in a while. He heard them asking if he was okay.

How could he be okay? Are they insane?

The memories of him and Conner together kept repeading in his mind, but he wanted it to stop. No, he didn't want to.

It all was arching pain. His heart was hurting more with each second as he remembered those happy memories.

"Why did you leave me?" he asked huskily and in whimpers.

"What does she have that I don't? Is it because I'm a boy?" he whined, moving his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his knees.

And again, he felt his eyes tearing up. He remembered the moment he had lost Conner. Probably forever.

A few days ago

Tim felt his knees going weak. He just wanted to melt into the ground and never come out. But he can't, no. He will tell Kon how he felt. A smile spreading over his lips as he saw Conner walking towards him. Butterflies were flying wildly in his stomach.

"Hey Tim, said you want to tell me something. What is it?"

He heard Conner asking. The way that clone talked. Damn. That voice was so deep, yet soothing and warming. Just like the voice of a god. Tim took a deep breath as he shut his eyes, opening them again to meet Kon's beautiful blue ones.

These eyes were so mesmerizing. These eyes gave Tim the hope he needed. So blue like the calming sea, just beautiful.

"C-Conner I um... I... I like you. More than that maybe..."

He whispered but knew that Kon heard him. He saw that bright smile on the other's face disappearing. The smile Tim loved. The smile which made Tim laugh when he was angry or sad. The smile Tim admired. The smile Tim fell in love with. That smile just disappeared because of him.

Tim started to shiver and gulped, praying for anything but rejection. Conner's face was emotionless and cold right now. No. Single. Expression. He squeaked and made himself smaller as he saw Conner grabbing the nearest chair and smash it against the wall.

"But I don't like you, Tim! I like Cassie and you know that! You are my friend! Ex-friend now!"

"Conner please, I-I know but, I j-just thought that-" He was cut off short as the other interrupt his sentence.

"You thought that I would like you back?! You're just disgusting! You are disgusting for thinking of us like that!"

Conner left the room, leaving a heartbroken Tim alone in the room. A whimper escaped Tim's lips. He hugged himself as he kneeled on the ground, Kon's words not leaving his mind.

Did he have to be so angry? Or was it Tim's fault? Was he really disgusting?

Present

Tim found himself crying into his arms. His whole body was shaking becase of the pain. It was like he just got stabbed in the chest or got his whole knuckles broken. That all. Just even worse.

He had just ended his best friendship. Just because he felt the urge to confess.

And what did that cost him? Rejection.

And what had he lost? His best friend he was crushing on. His trust. A friendship.

Tim looked up to scan the room with his eyes. His gaze landed on the pills on his nightstand.

"It is for the best."

He weakly crawled towards the nightstand and grabbed the pills.

"It is for the best."

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"I remember what my life was like before knowing the batbrothes and my ships...

It was sad."

-Me, after becoming a part of the fandom