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Crown of Shadows

Author: Ultimate

Series: Crown of Shadows

Chapter 4: The Discipline of Shadows

Rating: Explicit (18+) Smut

Summary:

*Time skip of eight years. Damian is 21 years old.*

Jason refuses to give up on Damian despite his warnings and physical retaliation, determined to uncover the truth behind his descent into chaos. Their violent confrontation takes a shocking turn when Damian impulsively kisses Jason, blurring the line between aggression and something more complicated. Meanwhile, Dick Grayson, resurrected by the Lazarus Pit, violent and unreasonable, forcing Tim to activate a distress signal.

// WARNING \\

Child abuse, trauma, and violence in this chapter.

* SNEAK PEAK *

His lips crashed against Jason’s, his tongue forcing its way inside, hungry and desperate. He pressed their bodies together, grinding down, feeling every shift, every friction. Jason gasped into the kiss, hips bucking involuntarily, the friction shooting straight to his core. ‘Fuck, this asshole—’ thought Jason. The pleasure was a betrayal. Damian’s fingers dug into his bruised ribs, forcing a strangled groan from Jason’s throat.

“Fuck—” Jason gasped as Damian kissed him again, harder, deeper. For a moment—just a moment—Jason let himself drown in it. Then his instincts roared back to life. Jason’s knee snapped up, striking Damian’s right leg just enough to throw off his balance. He twisted, trying to slip free, but Damian’s grip was iron. A hand pressed down hard over Jason’s ribs, pinning him. Jason hissed in pain.

Damian leaned in, voice barely above a breath “that felt good.”

Jason’s mind was at war. Part of him remembered the pleasure, the intensity, the way Damian kissed like he was trying to consume him.

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Crown of Shadows

Author: Ultimate

Series: Crown of Shadows

Chapter 3: The Sound of Metal on Flesh

Rating: Explicit (18+) Smut

Summary:

*Time skip of eight years. Damian is 21 years old.*

Jason's PTSD worsened as he struggled with the flashbacks of Joker, while Tim worried about his declining mental state. Meanwhile, Dick infiltrated an assassin's hideout in search for Damian.

// WARNING \\

PTSD trigger and violence in this chapter.

* SNEAK PEAK *

“I’m just wrapping your arm, okay?” Damian’s voice was softer now, the sharp edge from earlier dulled. He knelt beside Jason, carefully unraveling the hemostatic gauze from his belt. His movements were precise, methodical. Jason exhaled slowly, saying nothing as he took off what was left of his ruined shirt, the drenched fabric clinging to his skin where dried blood had stiffened it. He hissed as he pulled it away from an old wound, discarding it onto the floor with little care. Now, sitting in nothing but his red boxer briefs, Jason shivered slightly—not from the cold, but from exhaustion. His muscles were taut, his body a roadmap of scars, old and new. He should’ve grabbed another shirt. He would… eventually. But for now, he stayed silent, watching Damian work. Damian didn’t comment on Jason’s current state, didn’t crack a joke or offer an unnecessary remark. He just focused, pressing the gauze firmly against the bleeding wound on Jason’s forearm before beginning to wrap it with careful precision. The only sound in the room was their quiet, steady breathing.

Jason’s gaze flickered to Damian’s hands—gloved, steady, practiced. ‘He’s done this before. Too many times.’ For a moment, Jason almost spoke. Almost muttered a thank you. But the words never came. So, he just sat there, letting Damian patch him up in silence. As Damian wrapped the gauze around Jason’s arm, tightening it just enough to stop the bleeding but not enough to cause discomfort, Jason let out a dry, humorless chuckle.

“Kinda funny, isn’t it?” he mused, his voice hoarse but laced with amusement. “You patching me up after you’re the one who fucked me up in the first place?” Damian stilled for a fraction of a second. His jaw clenched. He bit the inside of his cheek so hard he nearly tasted blood. Because Jason was right. And Damian hated that he was right. He focused on securing the bandage, pretending he hadn’t heard, but the weight of Jason’s words settled over him like a vice grip around his chest. The worst part wasn’t the accusation—it was that Damian agreed with him.

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Crown of Shadows

Author: Ultimate

Series: Crown of Shadows

Chapter 2: A Rose in the Devil's Garden

Rating: Explicit (18+) Smut

Summary:

*Time skip of eight years. Damian is 21 years old.*

Jason woke up disoriented in the Batcave, his brothers tended to him. Dick confronted Jason about Damian’s actions, but their conversation quickly turned into a heated argument. As Jason later tried to process everything in the shower, conflicted memories of their intimate encounter surfaced, intertwining desire with deep-seated trauma, leaving him both yearning and confused. The thought of Jason’s brutal death at the hands of the Joker burned in Damian’s mind, fueling his restless thoughts of vengeance as he stalked the dimly lit room.

// WARNING \\

Masturbation, abuse, trauma and violence in this chapter.

* SNEAK PEAK *

He stepped into the cold shower, hissing as water stung his battered skin. Still, he let it wash over him, hoping to drown out the thoughts swirling in his mind. ‘Why did I let it go that far?’ He knew Damian wasn’t the only one to blame, but admitting that felt like surrendering—to desire, to temptation. It wasn’t that he was repulsed by the idea of being with another man. No, it was the fact that they were supposed to be brothers. That made it wrong. That made it feel... intoxicating. Jason ran his hands over his face, sighing heavily. Bruce would be rolling in his grave. He grabbed the soap and rubbed it between his hands, letting the water rinse away the lather.

‘I like this power struggle we have going on. Tt.’ Jason jolted, dropping the soap. He spun around, heart pounding, only to realize—there was no one there. Just his own mind playing tricks on him. ‘Get it together, Jay.’

He bent slightly to wash his thighs, but his eyes caught the bite again. Heat pooled in his stomach. The memory crashed into him—Damian’s mouth on his skin, the sharp sting that had melted into something else entirely. Something he hated admitting he craved. ‘Fuck.’

His hand trembled as it brushed over the mark, and suddenly, he could feel it all over again—Damian’s hands gripping his hips, his breath ghosting over his ear, the way he had taken him. Jason cursed under his breath. He was rock hard. “What the fuck…” he whispered.

He sank onto the chair, his hand sliding down his stomach before wrapping around his length. He stroked himself, head tilting back as his mind conjured images of Damian. The way he had pinned Jason down, how his grip had tightened around his throat, the weight of his body pressing him into the floor. Jason groaned, biting his lip. He could almost feel Damian's touch—

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Crown of Shadows

Author: Ultimate

Series: Crown of Shadows

Chapter 1: Fallen Robin

Rating: Explicit (18+) Smut

Summary:

*Time skip of eight years. Damian is 21 years old.*

AU Bruce Wayne remains dead after the events of Final Crisis, leaving a young Damian Wayne lost and seeking solace from his mother, Talia al Ghul. Instead of comfort, he is met with a ruthless tyrant and is ultimately forced to kill his grandfather, Ra’s al Ghul, to seize control of the League of Assassins. Eight years later, Damian operates as a rogue, spreading chaos across Gotham, long abandoned by those who once cared—except for Jason Todd. Refusing to give up on him, Jason disrupts the League’s operations, determined to track Damian down and pull him back from the edge. But Damian has no intention of being saved—he intends to stop Jason personally, ensuring nothing interferes with his ruthless mission to rid Gotham of its criminals.

// WARNING \\ Non-con, trauma, abuse, child abuse, violence, and PTSD in this chapter.

* SNEAK PEAK *

Damian's eyes sparkled with amusement as he sucked on Jason's nipple, his voice husky with desire. "Damn, you have such a lovely voice, Jay." He nuzzled at Jason's chest, inhaling deeply as if savoring the scent of his skin.

Jason managed to grit out a response, "Fuck off, Damian!" But it was too late; his body had already betrayed him. His cock throbbed in his pants, straining against the fabric as the friction from Damian's touch sent him into a desperate frenzy. As Damian continued to suckle at his nipple, Jason discreetly felt for the small needle he had hidden in the waistband of his pants. His fingers closed around it like a lifeline, and he began to work on loosening his restraints while keeping Damian distracted.

Damian pinched Jason's nipple again, making him wince. "Scarecrow got me with fear gas, and— wait you don’t remember?" There was a hint of disappointment in Damian's voice as he gazed up at Jason. Jason shook his head in denial even though memories were beginning to resurface - fragmented images of that fateful night when Scarecrow unleashed terror on Gotham City. But he refused to give in to them now not when there was still fight left within him still chance escape grasp break free get revenge.

"Crap! Give me a sec, will ya? I need to...I don't know, get my head straight," Jason gasped, his words tumbling out in a frantic rush as Damian's fingers closed around his other nipple, pinching it with precision. The shock of pain mingled with the simmering arousal, leaving Jason breathless and disoriented.

Damian's voice was low and husky, his words dripping with amusement. "Well, I guess it's not a concern right now, Jay." He began to unbuckle Jason's belt with a deliberate slowness that made Jason's heart skip a beat. The sound of the leather sliding through the loops was like a countdown to Jason's undoing.

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Momments showing jason and damian Care about each other

Remember when damian stole red hood helmet

Look at the way jason smiles when think about this

Hug look at jason reaction

Now way you say they don't care about each other

These two need a comic together also because damian needs to have realtionship with a sibling other than dick

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Task Force Z (2021) #8

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I am once again asking you to read Wayne Family Adventures online webcomic for zero dollars

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Batfamily photos 🥰🦇

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A mirror in the Wayne Manor

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I love your art so much! I'm not an artistc person in any aspect, but it gives me pure deligth to see everything you draw. Since I saw your resquest is now open I've been thinking about your Jason Lazaru's Pit Wearing off serie's. Could you do anything in the theme? No especifc request, just want to see more of your drawnings in this especifc topic.

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Whatchu gonna do? Stab me? :D

You: Why are there two different dates on this single comic?

Me: Hehe... Draw at 11:00PM on 11/2, then finish at 2:00AM on 11/3. :D

Edit: Eyo? 69 notes? *wiggles eyebrows intensively* :3

Edit: Oof and YAY! *Inserts megamind meme* No more 69? :/

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i mean, it’s like you’re at home ten stories over the street!

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Dick: You know me, I'm twenty-seven years old—

Damian: DAMN!

Dick:

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"How did you know I have mommy issues?"

Their favorite character:

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super sons :) click for better quality

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Another installment in the workout series (the shirt was not his idea)