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Imma go ahead and leave this here again. My brain rot on this is going again and follow up on my FemSesshomaru’s relationship with her father and Inuyasha.

I like to think of Sesshomaru being apathetic and aloof. Like she has the most intense RBF anyone has ever seen. However, as they say, your eyes are the gateway to your soul, and that’s Sesshomaru.

Canonically, we don’t have much information about his Mother and Father’s relationship so that’s up for interpretation.

I love angst because I like to hurt my own feelings for fun, so this is one of my takes on their relationship.

Sesshomaru’s relationship with her father is tainted and strained. He has ruined the very idea of being in a relationship.

Her mother and father were together for centuries (or years, whatever, I have not figured out the math of their aging) and tried for a long time to have a child. Sesshomaru was the one blessing to her mother.

However, Toga becomes infatuated with the short lives of humans in comparison, and their way of life and culture. He eventually started trying to adapt the human ways into demon society.

(That went as well as Myoga staying in any battle)

He placed a mating mark on her mother, binding her to him, but rejected her from placing one on him.

(It’s an old tradition for only taking one mate in their lifetime. However, with the changing times and human advancement and cohabitation between demons and humans, that’s not practiced as much by the males, at least. Patriarchy 🙄)

This resulted in her death after years of his infidelity with a human woman. (Inuyasha’s mother) Sesshomaru had to watch her mother wither away because Toga refused to revoke his mark. He doesn’t have an answer as to why which doesn’t help.

This has created the root of Sesshomaru’s issue with intimacy, vulnerability, trust, and love. She saw what centuries of loving someone who was easily swayed by other temptations did to her mother. She will not let that happen to her.

To make matters worse, Togo married the woman and had a child that she is now forced to reside with, plus Rin (she’s inuyasha’s cousin, adopted by his mother). Her father is trying to force her to see the good of the human ways and refuses to acknowledge the severe hurt he has caused. Inuyasha is ignorant to the situation because he’s so removed from demon society. (hybrids between humans are not discriminated against, but the stronger the demon cause unpredictable offspring. So Inus and humans are rare and unheard of.)

Sorry long addition. Like I said I can talk about this forever! Thanks!

Female Sesshomaru

Okay, so this is for my all time favorite anime, Inuyasha. Specifically, Sesshomaru. I love him. He is my favorite. No, I did not watch Yashahime, and no I will not watch it. That doesn't exist in my mind, so do not ask.

Anyways. I read a fanfic years ago and I go back to it every once in a while. This is before I knew about AO3, so it was on Fanfiction.net. It's called "Sesshomaru's Secret Life",

The synopsis of it is that Sesshomaru is secretly a girl and has always been a girl. It takes place after defeating Naraku and it's a pairing between Sesshomaru and Miroku. (I do not ship them, but it is really well written). There are flashbacks to when Sesshomaru was growing up and having to keep this secret.

All that to say, I have become OBSESSED with the thought of Sesshomaru being the baddest bitch (hehe, get it!) in the game. Now that is a personal head cannon of mine, but you get the sentiment.

I really wish I could read more works with this concept. I have so many ideas and AUs for this character that I think about it daily. I could always write my own to start a collection, however I am not much of a writer and I get super excited that I can't stick to the plot.

But anyways, those are my thoughts on it. Love him as a man and love him as a woman. I have, essentially, created an OC love interest for both versions of him and they are my fantasy. Sesshomaru, in my mind, depending if he is male or female has different opinions when it comes to humans and the relationship with Inuyasha and Inu no Taisho. But I'll make a separate post about that.

(For female Sesshomaru, it's Naraku that is a bit OOC, so I don't even want to say it's the original, but a lot of that male character is from Naraku's blueprint. I envision those two of being a Doberman and Black cat couple, i.e. cunty! Naraku isn't a spider demon but an Inu as well and that is his woman! Protective, Loyal, Cunning, Edgy, and Loving. Like he hates most people and is very intimidating, but for Sesshomaru, that's his love. Sesshomaru has trust issues, no thanks to her hoe of a father and is still as icy and elite.) [I'm going to stop here, I can talk about this forever.

(For male Sesshomaru, her name is Akasha, and she is an African American Silver Inu Demoness. She either has silver knotless braids, soft locs, or wear's her natural afro. She is everything beautiful of a black woman and a Inu Demoness. He loves that woman and will go to war for her.)

(P.S.: I do not hate on different ships and will not criticize them, however I will never in my life support the Rin/Sesshomaru pairing. That's blasphemy in my eyes. Thank you!)

Be kind, this is only my second time posting and I just got the courage to share this with the world. Thank you for reading!

Link to fic below:

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That poor baby!

Damian, struggling in Bruce's arms as he is dragged into a car: NO! I REFUSE! I SHALL NOT BOW DOWN TO THESE OUTRAGEOUS DEMANDS! I COMMAND YOU TO LET ME GO

Bruce, with the help of Dick and Tim: I know Habibi, I know, but Tiffany from PR scars me more than anything I have ever faced as Batman. That woman is all powerful and only uses her powers to help us because we pay her more than Lex.

Dick, bending to dodge a knife: Think of it as a right of passage! Everyone else in the family has done it! It's just a little photo shoot!

Tim, not bending to dodge the knife, blank and hollow eyes: I tried to save you Damian, I did my best to hold he back but she...she has things on me...things that could...would ruin everything...

Damian, screaming as he is buckled in and the car rockets off: YOU ALL SHALL RUE THE DAY! I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE! TREMBLE IN FEAR OF MY WRATH!

Bruce, waving as the car leaves: God...the devil...any being willing to listen...please protect my boy...

Dick, patting the other two on the backs: I really don't know why everyone hates it so much! I have a lot of fun dressing up and doing little cat walks! Also Tim your bleeding.

Tim, nodding slowly: it's because you are a freak of nature, and Tiffany has corrupted you...I hope Damian will make my end swift and easy...then maybe I will be free of her...

Eight hours later, Damian falls out from a window in Bruce's office, limping, makeup smeared on his face, glitter in his hair and smelling like Axe body spray and death, clutching a box of cupcakes: F-father...i...I am sorry...I didn't manage to kill her...

Bruce, scooping up his baby: It's alright my son, I didn't expect you too...not even Cass was able to hit her once...but at least you won't have to do it again for another year. I am just so proud you survived...

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Bruce being Mom Coded

I've saw so many posts, whether in the A/B/O verse or not, of Bruce being called "Mom" and I am obsessed. I keep thinking of this interaction.

At a store of some kind

*Bruce waiting in line ready to check out*

Dick: *Comes up carrying a type of toy* Mom, can I...

Bruce: No, put it back Richard.

Dick: But Mom!

Bruce: No.

Dick: *pouts and walks off* Clark would have gotten it for me.

Bruce: *Looking down at his phone* I am not Clark.

*Next child (read: ADULT) comes up*

Jason: *Holding a book* Ma, they have...

Bruce: Put it back Jason, you have 5 copies.

Jason: *Frowns* And???

Bruce: No.

Jason: *Storming off* I might as well die again!

Bruce: *rolling eyes* Dramatic.

Tim: *Holding a new electronic* Mom look...

Bruce: No, Timothy. You do not need it. You do not get sleep as it is.

Tim: *Big frown and pout* But-

Bruce: No.

Cass: *Approaching* ...

Bruce: *Automatic* No Cassie.

Cass: *huffs and walks away*

Stephanie: *Holding a bottle of glitter* Oh-

Bruce: No!

Stephanie: Party pooper!

Duke: *Looking at something*

Bruce: Don't even think about it. The answer will be the same. No

Duke: I didn't even ask but noted.

*Bruce back to waiting in line, getting to the cashier*

Cashier: Will that be all?

Bruce: Yes, thank you.

*A small hand reaching up and barely managing to place a coloring book on the belt*

Bruce: *Looking down and meeting big green eyes of Damian holding his little hands together and looking down at his feet.*

Damian: *small voice* I desire this coloring book, Ummi.

Bruce: *staring at his little child who does not ask for anything* ...and the coloring book.

Other Batkids: OH COME ON!!!

Bruce: He has not wondered off and cause me more grey hair today! Also, majority of you are adults!

Other mom's watching: *laughter*

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Female Sesshomaru

Okay, so this is for my all time favorite anime, Inuyasha. Specifically, Sesshomaru. I love him. He is my favorite. No, I did not watch Yashahime, and no I will not watch it. That doesn't exist in my mind, so do not ask.

Anyways. I read a fanfic years ago and I go back to it every once in a while. This is before I knew about AO3, so it was on Fanfiction.net. It's called "Sesshomaru's Secret Life",

The synopsis of it is that Sesshomaru is secretly a girl and has always been a girl. It takes place after defeating Naraku and it's a pairing between Sesshomaru and Miroku. (I do not ship them, but it is really well written). There are flashbacks to when Sesshomaru was growing up and having to keep this secret.

All that to say, I have become OBSESSED with the thought of Sesshomaru being the baddest bitch (hehe, get it!) in the game. Now that is a personal head cannon of mine, but you get the sentiment.

I really wish I could read more works with this concept. I have so many ideas and AUs for this character that I think about it daily. I could always write my own to start a collection, however I am not much of a writer and I get super excited that I can't stick to the plot.

But anyways, those are my thoughts on it. Love him as a man and love him as a woman. I have, essentially, created an OC love interest for both versions of him and they are my fantasy. Sesshomaru, in my mind, depending if he is male or female has different opinions when it comes to humans and the relationship with Inuyasha and Inu no Taisho. But I'll make a separate post about that.

(For female Sesshomaru, it's Naraku that is a bit OOC, so I don't even want to say it's the original, but a lot of that male character is from Naraku's blueprint. I envision those two of being a Doberman and Black cat couple, i.e. cunty! Naraku isn't a spider demon but an Inu as well and that is his woman! Protective, Loyal, Cunning, Edgy, and Loving. Like he hates most people and is very intimidating, but for Sesshomaru, that's his love. Sesshomaru has trust issues, no thanks to her hoe of a father and is still as icy and elite.) [I'm going to stop here, I can talk about this forever.

(For male Sesshomaru, her name is Akasha, and she is an African American Silver Inu Demoness. She either has silver knotless braids, soft locs, or wear's her natural afro. She is everything beautiful of a black woman and a Inu Demoness. He loves that woman and will go to war for her.)

(P.S.: I do not hate on different ships and will not criticize them, however I will never in my life support the Rin/Sesshomaru pairing. That's blasphemy in my eyes. Thank you!)

Be kind, this is only my second time posting and I just got the courage to share this with the world. Thank you for reading!

Link to fic below:

[sesshoraku]

This is my first official post. I’ve been a lurker for too long!

BatFam Headcanon:

I keep thinking about a baby Damian who’s like 4 or 5. That’s Bruce’s baby!

I think there should be a communal laundry basket that Alfred made for unclaimed clothes. (The kids, and I mean ALL, including Duke and Stephanie, steal each other’s clothes) Damian is such a fussy little guy about clothes textures. So, anything that is big and soft are his.

Jason is looking for his red hoodie that was mistakenly put in the communal bin. He finds Damian watching Bluey or Wild Krats with it on.

Jason: That’s my hoodie. Give it back.

Damian: It was in the communal bin. Therefore, it is mine.

Jason: It was mistakenly placed there. Now, give it back.

Damian: No! It’s mine. I followed the rules.

Jason: *annoyed* Give it! (He lunges for the 5 year old)

Damian: No! (He high tails it out of the room to Bruce’s office)

Damian: Baba! Todd is being unreasonable and abrasive!

Jason: That’s my hoodie and he knows it! It was put in the communal bin by mistake! Tell him to give it back!

Bruce: *Tired dad stare* okay, technically Damian is in the right.

Damian: Told you!

Jason: What!!

Bruce: *holds hand up* but, it was a mistake. Damian, I know you like the hoodie. How about I trade you? You can have my Gothams Knight hoodie as an equivalent. How does that sound?

Damian: but, that’s not apart of the communal bin. That’s your favorite one and no one else is allowed to take it.

Bruce: It’s okay Damian. I’m giving it to you. So, the rule doesn’t apply.

Damian: *After careful, intense thought* That is acceptable.

Damian flings the hoodie off and in Jason’s direction. He takes Bruce’s hoodie and it’s exceptionally soft from years of wear. And it smells like Bruce. And it swamps him. The sleeves are too long and the hoodie hits the floor over his little feet. It’s adorable! Damian is ecstatic! (Secretly, Damian has had his eye on that hoodie since forever)

Bruce just looks at him with the softest expression of adoration and love that he avoided a conflict and that Damian is happy.

Damian marches off to go back to watching his show and Jason stands there for a moment kinda lost.

Jason: I think I just lost the chance to be his favorite person.

Yes Jason, you did. Bruce holds the number 1 spot and no one can move it. Jason tried to give it back, but Damian is content with Bruce’s.

(Scattered Brain, but it’s a bit of an honor for Damian to commandeer your clothes from the communal bin)

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Then he scurries over to Bruce for protection as the baby. Bruce TiredBatDad™️ would just tell them let him be. No one is actively bleeding, injured, or dying. He’s being his version of “normal” don’t ruin this for me.

I live for Damian fully embracing his role as the feral younger brother of the Bat family and im not afraid to admit it.

Tim, on the phone: I can't make it to the meeting, I have a family emergency.

Hangs up and turns to see Damian hanging upside down from his ceiling

Tim: How long have you been there?!

Damian: Long enough to know your password is "RedRobinYum123."

Tim: GET OUT OF MY ROOM!

———

Dick: Damian, did you threaten the mailman again?

Damian: He was suspiciously regular in his arrival times. No one is that consistent without nefarious intent.

Dick: That's... literally his job.

Damian: Then why did he run when I appeared in the bushes with my katana?

———

Jason: Has anyone seen my leather jacket?

Damian walks by wearing Jason's jacket that reaches his knees

Jason: That's my—

Damian: I've claimed it as spoils of war. You fell asleep on patrol.

Jason: I was shot with tranquilizer darts!

Damian: Excuses are for the weak, Todd.

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He is the baby and he embraces it! I’m here for baby boy Damian and Bruce dotting on that boy!

I also, LOVE the idea of Damian looking like Bruce when he is younger and shifting to look like his mother as he grows. He becomes the ✨Pretty Boy✨ of the family. Bruce and his brothers and sisters catch strays for it every day, especially Bruce going overprotective BatDad!

I love the idea of Damian walking away from vigilantism and being Bruce’s designated nepo baby, but no one calls him that cause he actually is talented, intelligent, etc. Let Bruce spoil that child until he’s green in the face.

Bruce: *conducting league business, Wayne business, Batman business, whatever!*

Damian: *appears in all his beautiful glory* Baba, will you be opposed……….

Bruce: *no hesitation* whatever you want my boy child, you can have it.

Batkids: *witnessing this* Bruce you spoil him and you have a problem!

Bruce: I don’t care! He can have the moon if he wanted it!

Damian: ……

(He’s humble about it and still retains his Victorian child speech patterns)

Damian Wayne Headcanons :) in which I give him actual character growth, suck it dc writers

this is extremely long, I am not sorry

He has literally no footsteps, you cannot hear him walk, even when he stomps around in one of those moods, it’s just barely a little *pat pat pat*

He doodles on everything. With everything. Some Gothamites have found intricate floral designs etched into the roof or random brick walls (most likely with a knife) after seeing Robin patrol.

He has like 20 weighted blankets, all different weights and sizes depending on his mood.

His favorite item in his room is a silver Nintendo DS. (He likes to use the little chat rooms, even if no one else is on the other end. He doodles and writes little messages. It’s like his diary.)

He loves all animals, and that includes the creepy ones. Especially the creepy ones.

Once, Tim started screaming bloody murder over a massive bug with a bajillion legs in his room. Damian now houses it in an enclosure in his bedroom. Her name is Mildred, Millie for short.

When he was in the LoA, he was forbidden from stimming in front of others. It took two years for anyone in the batfamily to ever witness him stimming.

His most common stimming behaviors are shaking out his hands, scratching his palms, and rubbing his hands across different surfaces. When he’s really stressed, he’ll snap his fingers.

He absolutely hates cameras. They’re loud and make him uncomfortable. One reporter almost got scratched when they got too close to him with the flash on. He only barely tolerates the security cameras in the manor. Barely.

He can and will be roped into any dare imaginable. Bruce repeatedly forbids him from taking dares from his siblings for months at a time.

He has a compartment in his utility belt dedicated to treats for any animal he sees on patrol.

When he’s tired, he’ll speak a mixture of Arabic, Mandarin, and English. Only Bruce can make sense of it, and occasionally Jason.

Bruce absolutely refuses to yell at Damian. Even if some of his other kids argue that he’s being too nice, he’ll only use his Batman voice and his Soft But Disappointed Dad Voice, but he will Never yell.

(He doesn’t tell them it’s because of what happened the first and only time he yelled at Damian. Bruce moved his hand a bit, and Damian flinched wildly. Bruce cried for hours over the implications of that.)

Damian only feels comfortable sitting if he can clearly see the main entrance. If not, he’ll sit with his back against a wall or he’ll stand.

He dutifully takes the responsibility of feeding and grooming every Wayne animal. They receive the most nutritious and filling meals on the market (all while receiving lots of head pats.)

He has very strong eyebrows just like his father. They tend to pull the same exasperated expressions too, highlighting their resemblance.

Talia taught Damian at a very young age how to write perfectly with both hands. He no longer remembers if he is naturally left or right-handed.

The one insult he cannot handle is “spoiled brat.” A few months after he arrived, someone in the family called him that as a joke, and he completely shut down emotionally. No anger, no sadness, no resentment. Literally just nothing. For days. No one knows why, but they will never let it happen again.

You know he’s Up to Something TM if he swings his legs back and forth while he sits.

He is obsessed with those cheap TV documentaries about famous plane crashes and shipwrecks. After finishing one, he’ll find the nearest family member and tell them all about it: how it happened, what human error caused it, and his fool-proof plan for if it ever happens again and he is nearby. Usually, it’s Alfred.

For the first few years at the manor, Damian’s favorite spot is the family graveyard. Everyone calls him dramatic. He just likes how it’s so quiet. (And he’s dramatic.)

When Jason waxes poetics about dying over dinner, Damian just groans and says, “So have I. You’re not special.” That’s how the family learns he was repeatedly revived in the Lazarus Pit due to the fatal nature of his training and abuse.

His first ever crush was on the cute male tech at Alfred the Cat’s vet. Damian was 12. Jason, who accompanied him, proceeded to give him both The Talk (“It’s okay to like boys”) and The Talk (“Your body is ✨changing✨”) on the drive home.

He will not text back unless it is absolutely necessary. He will leave people on read. He does not hate you. (…Probably.)

Titus is a registered therapy dog, trained in helping Damian through panic attacks and sensory overload. If you ever see Damian asleep on the floor, eyes cried out with Titus resting on top of him, you know why.

When he was 13, he tried to fake his own death after he failed a test at school and “dishonored the family name.” Bruce and Dick had to sit him down and explain that grades aren’t everything, and they still love him unconditionally.

He talks to animals like they’re human. He has a habit of venting his frustrations to Batcow in particular. And his fish while he feeds them.

His love language to others is a mixture of gifts and quality time, usually without words.

One day, Damian was snooping around the house and found that one of the electrical closets leads to a tiny space—barely two feet wide—in between the sheetrock and the foundation wall with nothing but a single hanging lightbulb. It took years before anyone else found it, but by then, Damian had painted an 8x10 ft mural on the wall and created a small bed of blankets and pillows for when he needs a quiet place to escape unwanted stimuli.

When he sleeps, his cheeks puff out like a little chipmunk. It’s adorable.

During the Winter Olympics one year, Damian falls in love with figure skating and decides he wants to try it out, but he never asks to take up lessons in fear that he will be horrible at it.

Duke figures this out and now takes him ice skating just enough to avoid suspicion. It’s become their bonding activity.

Once, Jason and Tim made him try a Sour Patch Kids-flavored energy drink. He immediately spit it out and said, “What the fuck?! That’s even worse than drinking from the Lazarus Pit.” And that’s how the family learns that Ra’s made Damian drink from the Lazarus Pit a few times.

One day, Steph told Damian about the wonders of concealed self defense products. Now, about 80% of the mundane items Damian owns is secretly a knife. He will purchase any item that is secretly a knife. Including several fake lipstick tubes.

He has rigorous self-control when it comes to sleep. Sure, his schedule is a bit fucked up for someone his age, but he is in bed and asleep exactly when he tells himself. (His siblings could never.)

His entire wardrobe is soft items he “found” stole from the laundry room. If it’s comfortable, it’s his now. (No one complains. In fact, having Damian steal your clothes is considered a privilege.)

He hates whenever Alfred tries to recreate dishes from his childhood. It’s just not the same. Alfred understands.

When he’s really stressed—like the “I am one stubbed toe away from a complete meltdown” stressed—he will finger paint. He likes the feeling of it on his skin.

Due to his time in the LoA, Damian has a habit of never telling anyone if he’s injured. Instead, he’ll pretend nothing’s wrong until he passes out or literally can’t move right and someone calls him out. He’s working on it, though.

There’s a massive system of fish tanks in his room complete with handmade decor and multiple venomous species. No one even realizes until Alfred mentions it during dinner.

He has hyper fixated at least once on every single artistic medium you can imagine. His top three are oil paintings, mosaics, and pottery, but he mostly sticks to drawing in his free time.

He has taste tested all of his pets’ treats at one point for “research purposes.”

Giving friends their own nickname is one of the most intimate things Damian does to express his relationship with someone.

Once, he was having an argument with a sibling, and they said, “Oh yeah? Well at least Bruce wanted me!” Damian didn’t leave his room for exactly six days. He even stapled blackout curtains to his windows and the vents. Bruce chewed the shit out of whoever said it and spent hours every day talking to Damian through the door to convince him that, yes, Bruce wants him and couldn’t ever think of a family without him. Damian didn’t come out, however, until he heard Bruce crying while begging him to eat. Damian slept in Bruce’s bed that night and the following week.

When he turns 15, he gets really obsessed with Måneskin.

He’s exactly the kind of Art Hoe that is completely loyal to his favorite brand of art supplies and wouldn’t touch other brands with a 10ft pole.

He has weirdly thin fingers. Like creepily thin, especially as he grows older. Someone commented on them once, and Damian proceeded to wear gloves nonstop for a week.

There are exactly four (4) people who are allowed to touch him without permission first. Dick, Jon, Bruce, and Talia in that order.

His eyes are actually naturally blue. The reason they are green is because of the Lazarus Pit. It’s always the Lazarus Pit. (They barely glow in the dark too, but you need to really pay attention to notice.)

He can wiggle his ears. The only people to ever witness it are Cass and Duke. They’ve been sworn to secrecy.

Whenever one of his many pets sleeps in his bed, he tries to stay as still as possible without touching them so they don’t get annoyed and leave, but they always worm their way into his arms.

As he grows, his family is surprised to learn that he isn’t building the same muscle as his dad. Instead, he’s lean like his mother due to an extremely fast metabolism. He eats a lot to maintain proper health. (His cheeks are still puffy when he sleeps, though. And when he smiles.)

Dick is his emergency contact for school, partially because Dick isn’t as busy, partially due to that time Bruce “died,” but mostly because Damian is terrified of disappointing Bruce if he ever gets in trouble. Thankfully, Dick is convincing Damian otherwise.

His favorite ever birthday gift comes from Tim. It’s a pottery studio he spent months building on their property in secret with several pottery wheels and a kiln.

His hands have always had a sort of surgical accuracy to them due to his stealth training, but it never came to the forefront of everyone’s mind until one particular mission when Tim got shot, and they needed to get the bullet out as quickly as possible. Despite being bigger than most of his family members by now, and Tim refusing to stay still the whole time, Damian was the only one capable of taking the bullet out. While riding in the Batmobile. Going 80 mph. Completely painlessly. Damian is immediately given the de facto role of Combat Medic.

Jon likes to send Good morning texts to Damian. At first, he didn’t know about the “only responds if it’s an emergency” thing, though, so he decided to stop after a few weeks of Damian never replying. Within an hour of not getting the usual text, Damian was at Jon’s house in full Robin gear to make sure he was okay.

He and Steph like to paint each other’s nails when one of them is stressed. After Damian comes out as pansexual, Steph paints little pride flags on his fingers.

He only plays Minecraft on creative mode. He likes building farms and wildlife preserves.

At 16, he gets asked out by a pretty girl in school that Damian had a crush on last year, but he thinks it’s a joke because he can’t fathom anyone liking him so he turns her down.

As he grows, his looks become more androgynous, again eerily resembling his mother, but his voice drops low enough that it doesn’t cause much misgendering.

Then he starts thinking of his gender a bit more and wonders if he’s also a They.

He likes to paint all over the soles of his shoes whenever he gets a new pair. No one will ever really see it, of course, and it eventually wears off the more he walks, but he knows it’s there.

It’s a nice day in the park. He’s doing homework on a picnic table while Titus and Ace run around, and he can’t stop thinking about his future.

Yesterday, there was a school assembly about choosing a career path. Alfred slid him an SAT prep book during breakfast. And his class was assigned one of those “Which career path is best for you?” quizzes.

He gets Veterinarian.

It takes a full five minutes as Damian stares at the results, thinking about the crazy, out-of-this-world idea of not being a vigilante or assassin his entire life, what it would be like if he just turned his back on the future which was so carefully laid out in front of him since birth, before it clicks into place.

Damian doesn’t want to be Batman.

He doesn’t want to lead the LoA either.

Two years later, Damian enrolls in Gotham University and majors in Wildlife Biology on the Pre-Vet track with a minor in Studio Arts. He gets a dorm room, works in the pottery studio, and volunteers at the local animal shelter.

He is content.

Does some of this stray from canon? Yes. However, I do not give a rat’s ass. Thank you, and goodnight.

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Damian Wayne Headcanons :) in which I give him actual character growth, suck it dc writers

this is extremely long, I am not sorry

He has literally no footsteps, you cannot hear him walk, even when he stomps around in one of those moods, it’s just barely a little *pat pat pat*

He doodles on everything. With everything. Some Gothamites have found intricate floral designs etched into the roof or random brick walls (most likely with a knife) after seeing Robin patrol.

He has like 20 weighted blankets, all different weights and sizes depending on his mood.

His favorite item in his room is a silver Nintendo DS. (He likes to use the little chat rooms, even if no one else is on the other end. He doodles and writes little messages. It’s like his diary.)

He loves all animals, and that includes the creepy ones. Especially the creepy ones.

Once, Tim started screaming bloody murder over a massive bug with a bajillion legs in his room. Damian now houses it in an enclosure in his bedroom. Her name is Mildred, Millie for short.

When he was in the LoA, he was forbidden from stimming in front of others. It took two years for anyone in the batfamily to ever witness him stimming.

His most common stimming behaviors are shaking out his hands, scratching his palms, and rubbing his hands across different surfaces. When he’s really stressed, he’ll snap his fingers.

He absolutely hates cameras. They’re loud and make him uncomfortable. One reporter almost got scratched when they got too close to him with the flash on. He only barely tolerates the security cameras in the manor. Barely.

He can and will be roped into any dare imaginable. Bruce repeatedly forbids him from taking dares from his siblings for months at a time.

He has a compartment in his utility belt dedicated to treats for any animal he sees on patrol.

When he’s tired, he’ll speak a mixture of Arabic, Mandarin, and English. Only Bruce can make sense of it, and occasionally Jason.

Bruce absolutely refuses to yell at Damian. Even if some of his other kids argue that he’s being too nice, he’ll only use his Batman voice and his Soft But Disappointed Dad Voice, but he will Never yell.

(He doesn’t tell them it’s because of what happened the first and only time he yelled at Damian. Bruce moved his hand a bit, and Damian flinched wildly. Bruce cried for hours over the implications of that.)

Damian only feels comfortable sitting if he can clearly see the main entrance. If not, he’ll sit with his back against a wall or he’ll stand.

He dutifully takes the responsibility of feeding and grooming every Wayne animal. They receive the most nutritious and filling meals on the market (all while receiving lots of head pats.)

He has very strong eyebrows just like his father. They tend to pull the same exasperated expressions too, highlighting their resemblance.

Talia taught Damian at a very young age how to write perfectly with both hands. He no longer remembers if he is naturally left or right-handed.

The one insult he cannot handle is “spoiled brat.” A few months after he arrived, someone in the family called him that as a joke, and he completely shut down emotionally. No anger, no sadness, no resentment. Literally just nothing. For days. No one knows why, but they will never let it happen again.

You know he’s Up to Something TM if he swings his legs back and forth while he sits.

He is obsessed with those cheap TV documentaries about famous plane crashes and shipwrecks. After finishing one, he’ll find the nearest family member and tell them all about it: how it happened, what human error caused it, and his fool-proof plan for if it ever happens again and he is nearby. Usually, it’s Alfred.

For the first few years at the manor, Damian’s favorite spot is the family graveyard. Everyone calls him dramatic. He just likes how it’s so quiet. (And he’s dramatic.)

When Jason waxes poetics about dying over dinner, Damian just groans and says, “So have I. You’re not special.” That’s how the family learns he was repeatedly revived in the Lazarus Pit due to the fatal nature of his training and abuse.

His first ever crush was on the cute male tech at Alfred the Cat’s vet. Damian was 12. Jason, who accompanied him, proceeded to give him both The Talk (“It’s okay to like boys”) and The Talk (“Your body is ✨changing✨”) on the drive home.

He will not text back unless it is absolutely necessary. He will leave people on read. He does not hate you. (…Probably.)

Titus is a registered therapy dog, trained in helping Damian through panic attacks and sensory overload. If you ever see Damian asleep on the floor, eyes cried out with Titus resting on top of him, you know why.

When he was 13, he tried to fake his own death after he failed a test at school and “dishonored the family name.” Bruce and Dick had to sit him down and explain that grades aren’t everything, and they still love him unconditionally.

He talks to animals like they’re human. He has a habit of venting his frustrations to Batcow in particular. And his fish while he feeds them.

His love language to others is a mixture of gifts and quality time, usually without words.

One day, Damian was snooping around the house and found that one of the electrical closets leads to a tiny space—barely two feet wide—in between the sheetrock and the foundation wall with nothing but a single hanging lightbulb. It took years before anyone else found it, but by then, Damian had painted an 8x10 ft mural on the wall and created a small bed of blankets and pillows for when he needs a quiet place to escape unwanted stimuli.

When he sleeps, his cheeks puff out like a little chipmunk. It’s adorable.

During the Winter Olympics one year, Damian falls in love with figure skating and decides he wants to try it out, but he never asks to take up lessons in fear that he will be horrible at it.

Duke figures this out and now takes him ice skating just enough to avoid suspicion. It’s become their bonding activity.

Once, Jason and Tim made him try a Sour Patch Kids-flavored energy drink. He immediately spit it out and said, “What the fuck?! That’s even worse than drinking from the Lazarus Pit.” And that’s how the family learns that Ra’s made Damian drink from the Lazarus Pit a few times.

One day, Steph told Damian about the wonders of concealed self defense products. Now, about 80% of the mundane items Damian owns is secretly a knife. He will purchase any item that is secretly a knife. Including several fake lipstick tubes.

He has rigorous self-control when it comes to sleep. Sure, his schedule is a bit fucked up for someone his age, but he is in bed and asleep exactly when he tells himself. (His siblings could never.)

His entire wardrobe is soft items he “found” stole from the laundry room. If it’s comfortable, it’s his now. (No one complains. In fact, having Damian steal your clothes is considered a privilege.)

He hates whenever Alfred tries to recreate dishes from his childhood. It’s just not the same. Alfred understands.

When he’s really stressed—like the “I am one stubbed toe away from a complete meltdown” stressed—he will finger paint. He likes the feeling of it on his skin.

Due to his time in the LoA, Damian has a habit of never telling anyone if he’s injured. Instead, he’ll pretend nothing’s wrong until he passes out or literally can’t move right and someone calls him out. He’s working on it, though.

There’s a massive system of fish tanks in his room complete with handmade decor and multiple venomous species. No one even realizes until Alfred mentions it during dinner.

He has hyper fixated at least once on every single artistic medium you can imagine. His top three are oil paintings, mosaics, and pottery, but he mostly sticks to drawing in his free time.

He has taste tested all of his pets’ treats at one point for “research purposes.”

Giving friends their own nickname is one of the most intimate things Damian does to express his relationship with someone.

Once, he was having an argument with a sibling, and they said, “Oh yeah? Well at least Bruce wanted me!” Damian didn’t leave his room for exactly six days. He even stapled blackout curtains to his windows and the vents. Bruce chewed the shit out of whoever said it and spent hours every day talking to Damian through the door to convince him that, yes, Bruce wants him and couldn’t ever think of a family without him. Damian didn’t come out, however, until he heard Bruce crying while begging him to eat. Damian slept in Bruce’s bed that night and the following week.

When he turns 15, he gets really obsessed with Måneskin.

He’s exactly the kind of Art Hoe that is completely loyal to his favorite brand of art supplies and wouldn’t touch other brands with a 10ft pole.

He has weirdly thin fingers. Like creepily thin, especially as he grows older. Someone commented on them once, and Damian proceeded to wear gloves nonstop for a week.

There are exactly four (4) people who are allowed to touch him without permission first. Dick, Jon, Bruce, and Talia in that order.

His eyes are actually naturally blue. The reason they are green is because of the Lazarus Pit. It’s always the Lazarus Pit. (They barely glow in the dark too, but you need to really pay attention to notice.)

He can wiggle his ears. The only people to ever witness it are Cass and Duke. They’ve been sworn to secrecy.

Whenever one of his many pets sleeps in his bed, he tries to stay as still as possible without touching them so they don’t get annoyed and leave, but they always worm their way into his arms.

As he grows, his family is surprised to learn that he isn’t building the same muscle as his dad. Instead, he’s lean like his mother due to an extremely fast metabolism. He eats a lot to maintain proper health. (His cheeks are still puffy when he sleeps, though. And when he smiles.)

Dick is his emergency contact for school, partially because Dick isn’t as busy, partially due to that time Bruce “died,” but mostly because Damian is terrified of disappointing Bruce if he ever gets in trouble. Thankfully, Dick is convincing Damian otherwise.

His favorite ever birthday gift comes from Tim. It’s a pottery studio he spent months building on their property in secret with several pottery wheels and a kiln.

His hands have always had a sort of surgical accuracy to them due to his stealth training, but it never came to the forefront of everyone’s mind until one particular mission when Tim got shot, and they needed to get the bullet out as quickly as possible. Despite being bigger than most of his family members by now, and Tim refusing to stay still the whole time, Damian was the only one capable of taking the bullet out. While riding in the Batmobile. Going 80 mph. Completely painlessly. Damian is immediately given the de facto role of Combat Medic.

Jon likes to send Good morning texts to Damian. At first, he didn’t know about the “only responds if it’s an emergency” thing, though, so he decided to stop after a few weeks of Damian never replying. Within an hour of not getting the usual text, Damian was at Jon’s house in full Robin gear to make sure he was okay.

He and Steph like to paint each other’s nails when one of them is stressed. After Damian comes out as pansexual, Steph paints little pride flags on his fingers.

He only plays Minecraft on creative mode. He likes building farms and wildlife preserves.

At 16, he gets asked out by a pretty girl in school that Damian had a crush on last year, but he thinks it’s a joke because he can’t fathom anyone liking him so he turns her down.

As he grows, his looks become more androgynous, again eerily resembling his mother, but his voice drops low enough that it doesn’t cause much misgendering.

Then he starts thinking of his gender a bit more and wonders if he’s also a They.

He likes to paint all over the soles of his shoes whenever he gets a new pair. No one will ever really see it, of course, and it eventually wears off the more he walks, but he knows it’s there.

It’s a nice day in the park. He’s doing homework on a picnic table while Titus and Ace run around, and he can’t stop thinking about his future.

Yesterday, there was a school assembly about choosing a career path. Alfred slid him an SAT prep book during breakfast. And his class was assigned one of those “Which career path is best for you?” quizzes.

He gets Veterinarian.

It takes a full five minutes as Damian stares at the results, thinking about the crazy, out-of-this-world idea of not being a vigilante or assassin his entire life, what it would be like if he just turned his back on the future which was so carefully laid out in front of him since birth, before it clicks into place.

Damian doesn’t want to be Batman.

He doesn’t want to lead the LoA either.

Two years later, Damian enrolls in Gotham University and majors in Wildlife Biology on the Pre-Vet track with a minor in Studio Arts. He gets a dorm room, works in the pottery studio, and volunteers at the local animal shelter.

He is content.

Does some of this stray from canon? Yes. However, I do not give a rat’s ass. Thank you, and goodnight.

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Whelp that escalated QUICKLY!

Hal, interrupting Barry mid-sentence: Hold up. You were in Gotham? Batman’s Gotham? ‘No-Meta-in-Gotham’ Gotham?

Barry: Yeah? Bats needed my forensic expertise. It was so cool. We traced-

Hal: Not fair. I want to go to Gotham

Barry: Ask Batman

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Green Lantern, thinking about how he’s going to kill The Flash: You want me to go in there *gestures to open manhole* In the sewer. To fight an alligator.

Batman: Killer Croc is a man

Green Lantern: That looks like a crocodile and eats people.

Batman: Yes.

Green Lantern: What about him? Make him do it *gestures to Red Robin*

Red Robin: Can’t

Batman: He can’t.

Green Lantern: Why not?

Red Robin: Don’t have a spleen

Batman: He doesn’t have a spleen.

Green Lantern:

Red Robin, over coms: Did you guys hear that? Green Lantern just told me he wants me to fucking die

Coms: *explodes as everybody speaks at once*

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YESSS!!!!

This scene from @vilavi-2 fic has lived in my head rent free for so long so I finally got to cement it visually 😂 we need more jealous Raven imo

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I have lots of questions about my fan au, i hope this helps a bit : ) !

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Oh my god, stop 🛑! This is so adorable that I can die!

Ok so, idea. Damian says ‘i love you’ as a sort of goodbye/thank you. Like for example “This evidence will prove very useful on this case, I love you Todd.” or “this photo of Titus is most adequate Drake, I shall have enough to start drawing. I love you.” or “The meal was most delicious Pennyworth, I love you.” And everyone coos and is like “aww.” even jason and they look at dick because like obviously dick taught damian that, hes the golden child, the one damian looks up to the most, the most affectionate one…

But the truth is, Damian learned it from Bruce. Damian is there when Bruce calls his other kids, he hears Bruce go “I love you.” As a goodbye the second after the child at the other end hangs up. He hears Bruce say ‘i love you’ to alfred, quietly, when hes patching him up after a mission, hears the frantic ‘i love you’s’ after someone gets hurt on patrol, and he thinks thats how its done. But Bruce seems to think the same as everyone else, that he got it from Dick, and Dick looks so pleased, Damian decided not to correct them. Besides, who do they think Dick got it from?

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I need help finding a fanfic on AO3. I was going to post there but didn’t want to post anything that wasn’t an actual fic.

What I remember:

It’s a Batman fic where him, Justice League, and the boys (Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian) get stranded on an outer space mission. It essentially shows Bruce be a good parent and sacrificing his own health for his kids until they are rescued. I think is was from Clark’s POV and how he was the one who failed to double check that everything was stocked before leaving on the mission.

I’ve been looking for 3 days and I’ve become frustrated. Any suggestions will be helpful. Thank you!