#Damian speaking Arabic

[glittering-moonlillie]

My Beloved (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Word Count: 2740

Warnings: None

Summary: Not knowing how to express his feelings any other way, Damian resorts to calling you pet names in his mother's tongue in order to air out his pent up affection.

“Habibti, can you hand me the yellow frosting?” Damian was in deep trouble - absolutely terrible, hideous trouble. 

“Of course!” You reached over to your left and handed him the buttercream, the arabic pet name flying over your head. 

In his language, Habibti was a sign of endearment given to your lover, usually meaning something along the lines of My Love or Darling - but to you, he was utterly convinced that you believed it was a form of belittlement similar to Idiot.

Of course, Damian was too afraid to correct you and he was not sure if you would believe him if he tried. He would rather keep it a sweet secret to himself, even if his fragile heart was practically leaping its way out of his rib cage to expose itself to you. 

“You know, if you want to call me something mean at least make it so I can understand you.” You laughed, a noise that would certainly haunt him late at night when he was alone and longed for your presence. 

“But it’s much more fun seeing you like this.” You scruched your nose, your forehead creasing with the movement. Your lips were parted but no words came out. It was an adorable look he had grown to love despite how dorky you appeared. 

You retaliated with a poorly placed handful of orange frosting along his cheek, your lips twisting into a pout that only served to make the fantasies of kissing you worsen. 

Orange was an obnoxiously disgusting color but he would bathe in a lazarus pit full of orange frosting if you wished it. 

He ran his thumb along his cheek and licked away whatever frosting was there. Alfred’s special buttercream frosting really was to die for. Damian enjoyed the way your eyes slightly widened, relishing in the fact that it wouldn’t have been noticeable to anyone else. He liked to think that the scarlet decorating your face was because of him being undoubtedly sexy, and not the fact that it was because it was a hot summer’s day. 

“You’re staring, ya amar.” He smirked. “And I believe that cookie has way too much frosting, it looks like Picaso threw up all over it.”

Ya Amar had to be Damian’s second favorite pet name for you, translating to my moon. He often recalled the way his mother praised the moon for its beauty, treating it similar to a guiding life force. More than anything, Damian wanted to be the sun that illuminated your countenance - to be the man who kept you steady and loved you even if you just saw yourself as a clumpy rock. The name suited you perfectly. You were his beautiful, crated moon with star imbued eyes and a body that reflected the power of an inescapable black hole. 

“Hey, are those cookies almost finished? B wants them set out within the hour-” Tim walked in, his under eye bags accentuated further with the distasteful dark blue sweater he threw on. 

His brother paused, rolling his eyes at the state of the dining table. Damian hoped that the kitchen disaster was enough of a distraction for him not to notice the lovey-dovey eyes he assuredly was giving his best friend. 

“We’ll clean it up, Tim. Sorry about that.” You replied quickly. “But most of the cookies are done, Damian still has a few to finish though.”

You nudged him with your elbow, grinning wildly like the Cheshire cat. 

“Just don’t get distracted flirting with each other, I don’t want to deal with an irritated Bruce.”

“Shut up, Timothy. At least we aren’t aggressively making out like how you and Conner were at the last gala.” Damian shot back. 

Tim frowned. “I’m too tired to deal with this. Try not to explode anything, okay?”

Damian waved off his brother and went back to decorating one of the cookies for the large event at Wayne Manor tonight. It was a charity event to raise awareness of the increase in homeless population on the streets of Gotham, and alongside the event, his family was hosting a soup kitchen for any struggling person on the streets. Along with a hearty, full course meal, they would be served one of the cookies being decorated by the two of you. 

Although Damian’s father normally did not allow any friend’s to charity events, you were always an exception due to the fact that if you weren’t there, Damian would blow a gasket and murder someone if he was in a suit for too long. Your presence beside Damian was often looked over when you were both younger, but now that a few years had gone by plenty of journalists speculated the possibility of “a secret blooming relationship.” 

The common theory circulating around Gotham was the idea that his father was disapproving of them being together since you were a “commoner,” therefore excusing the lack of concrete evidence of the relationship existing. Damian had found the notion completely ridiculous; even if his father disapproved of you in that context, that would not stop him from loving you the way he always dreamed, consequences be damned. 

You treated the whole situation with carefree ease, giggling at the awful pictures and wack job theories concocted by 40 year old men looking to sell half-baked news. On one hand, Damian was pleased that the unwanted attention did not bother you, but deep down he also felt a pang of poison seep its way into his bloodstream. Was the idea of being his lover that much of a joke? 

The clicking of a phone keyboard brought him back to reality. Damian peered over your shoulder and saw Safari pulled up.

 “What ever are you doing, habibti?” 

“I’m trying to decipher what you are calling me.” You said. “Can you repeat that last word for me, please?”

The youngest Wayne felt every single pour in his body drip in sweat, excess saliva pooling in his mouth. Perhaps if his blood was functioning properly, then he would have found a better response other than a simple no. 

It was very rare for Damian to be properly caught off guard. He should have thought that you would have looked up the words he was repeating, should have come up with a game plan instead of looking like a strangled goose. 

His first instinct was to snatch the phone away and cut it up with the plastic, buttercream decorated knife. Damian could pretend to be possessed by a ghost and buy you a better phone with specially installed programs that inhibited your ability to look up any Arabic term. Yes, that was a wonderful idea-

“How are there zero search results?!!” You exclaimed, turning to him. “Did you make up a language or something? Why are there absolutely zero results??”

Damian looked at your phone again. You certainly took some liberties with the spelling of the pet name, letting him relax into his seat. It was nowhere close to how the word was spelled. He couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Why are there two y’s in the word?”

Your cheeks flushed. “Well maybe if you told me the other 20 languages you spoke I’d get somewhere.”

For the next 15 minutes, you angrily punched in 17 different ways to spell Habibti, all massively incorrect and leading to nowhere. You eventually threw your phone on the ground with a huff while he cackled. 

“This is so unfair. I demand restitution for the amount of time I have lost thanks to you.” Damian hummed.

“I can’t give you back those missing minutes, but I can pay you back with your favorite meal and my full attention tonight.” 

You pretended to ponder over the offer, but Damian knew you could not say no to Alfred’s cooking. “Okay, fine. But only because I love Alfred’s food and nothing else.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The moon peered over the horizon, the stars twinkling like falling fairy dust on a navy blue canvas. Hundreds of Gotham’s richest filled Wayne Manor, most of which were dressed with gaudy colors and bedazzlements, with feathers and overpriced jewels. 

Damian was dressed in a dark green suit, one that Alfred had picked a little while ago. He was fully aware of the lustful stares he was given by the woman (and some of the men) there but he could care less. There was only one person he cared about impressing and that said person was “discreetly” stuffing themselves with a plate full of food in the corner. 

As an attendant of the Gala, you were in a stunning dress that fit every single curve of your body marvelously, all courtesy to Stephanie who helped you pick out the dress to begin with. Heat rose to his cheeks and he began fumbling with his tie. 

Damian was not the only one there to notice your beauty either. As you were trying to polish off your plate of food, several men had made attempts to woo you onto the dancefloor. Thankfully you declined all of their advances - Damian was not sure what he would have felt if you did. If it weren’t for the hundreds of other people present, he would have unquestionably sliced off the suitors hands if they tried to touch you again. 

“Ya Helo, you look…” His throat clogged as you stared up at him. “You look stunning…”

Damian was convinced that your smile was the brightest thing in the universe; he was also sure that it could cure any bout of irritation or sadness possible. 

“About time you showed up! Are you done flirting with the 70 year old women yet or does your dad want you back in there?” You poked his chest, the touch feeling like an electrical transfer. 

“You know that I would never flirt with those women back there, Habibti. My dad just wanted me to manipulate them into giving more of their money to charity.”

Before you could pull your hand away, he clasped it and brought it closer to his heartbeat. Your hands were a pebble compared to his own and yet they still managed to fit perfectly together like Incan architecture.

“I-I…” You looked away with a crooked smile. “I know that, obviously. I just wanted to tease you a bit!”

When you turned towards him once more, he noticed the way your eyes trailed down his visage, strawberry lips parting ever so slightly. Your laughter died in your throat. The scene felt like the ridiculous romcoms he analyzed from time to time while you were over. All he had to do was lean in a little bit closer and his dreams would be fulfilled-

The tight grip of someone’s hand seized his arm, effectively pulling him away from his darling. The movement caught Damian off guard (the second time that day). There was only a select handful of people who were able to sneak up on him like that…

“Mother.” Damian seethed, turning to gaze upon the woman with a cold glare. “What are you doing here?”

Fitted for the occasion in a sleek black dress, Talia crossed her arms and matched her son’s glare. “Is a mother not allowed to visit her son, especially when he has not messaged her in months?”

Damian stood in front of you, his hands slightly raised in case Talia decided to activate her mother bear mode. Talia’s eyes furrowed, her lip pursing. 

“How about you and your little friend follow me upstairs. You can tell me all about how you two met.” She suggested but her voice made it sound more like a threat. 

Damian hated how your smile disappeared and was replaced with an apprehensive grimace. He reached for your hand and squeezed. 

“Dami…” 

“It’ll be alright habib albi…” He whispered, squeezing your hand once again. As the three of them climbed up the stairs, the soft tune of the violin faded into nothing, not even background noise. 

“Mother, I find this hardly necessary. Could you have interfered in my life some other day?” Damian groaned. 

“Of course not, my son.” Talia shut the door of the room they entered. “If I had, I wouldn’t have been able to meet the girl who stole my beloved’s heart.”

Damian’s heart dropped. “I- what?”

“Y-you must be mistaken. Damian and I…Damian doesn’t like me like that!” You stuttered out with nervous laughter. 

Talia raised a single eyebrow. “I find that extremely hard to believe considering what I heard him call you.”

Fuck. Damian mentally slapped himself. He should have known that his mother would have heard him call you that. The pet name was just so natural to him, slipping off his tongue like sweet honey, he forgot that his mother would have been able to understand. 

You tilted your head towards Damian then back to Talia, reflexively playing with your hair. “I…maybe you misheard? He calls me these made up names, they really have no meaning.”

“Wait, so he has not told you what they meant?”

“No, he refused to tell me and when I looked it up, there were no search results.” You said. 

“Mother, please-” 

Talia raised her hand to silence him. “I can’t believe you have been lying to her, Damian! I have raised you better than that. She deserves to know that you are calling her Love of my heart and Darling in Arabic!”

You snapped your head towards Damian, who was internally screaming a colorful variety of cuss words towards his mother. He expected you to look horrified and slap him away, to run for the hills and never speak to him again. 

Instead you had this beautiful awestruck look in your galaxy-filled eyes. Your face was a deep crimson.

“Dami…” You hesitated. “Is this true?” 

The hopeful tone in your voice was as intoxicating as a few shots of bourbon.  

Damian imagined that the day he confessed to you would be atop a starry hill with perfectly blooming jasmines and evening primroses. He would pull you into his arms and whisper his love for you when the moon was at its peak, ending it with a kiss if you let him. It would have been perfect, if fate allowed it to be.

However, there were no starry hilltops or sweetly smelling fragrances - no moon that would peer over them and give its blessing. But you were there with him, an arm's reach away. As long as you were there, wasn't that all that mattered?

Damian glared at his mother, who was in the background with a smug smile, pretending to not overhear the conversation. When she didn’t get the message, he cleared his throat as loud as he could. 

“Fine. I suppose I’ll leave you to it - but I expect you to message me afterward since I did the hard work for you.” Talia sauntered her way out of the room, leaving you and Damian alone.

“You didn’t answer my question, Dami…” You glanced up at him with a shy smile. “Were you really secretly giving me pet names in Arabic?”

Reaching for your hands, Damian pulled you close to create a few inch gap. “Yeah…I wanted a way to show you how much I…how much I loved you without you figuring out.”

You giggled, the vibrations of it causing his heart to flutter. “You’re a dork, you know that? I would have reciprocated your feelings no matter what, but it would have been nice if you had told me sooner.” 

Your finger trailed down his neck to his collarbone, leaving a trail of lightning in its wake. “I demand more restitution for the time lost.”

Damian hummed, pretending to think of the perfect solution despite him already having one. You edged closer to him. 

“How about,” he began, “I kiss you until your lips are as blue as this night sky?”

But before you could respond, Damian already brought his lips to yours.  The dreams and fantasies he had did not live up to the actual softness of your lips - the subtle taste of raspberries filling his senses. 

Your hands tangled into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. “Shouldn’t we go back to the Gala?”

Damian looked back at the door, contemplating how mad his father would be if he ditched the rest of the party. It was waning closer to midnight anyway and he could just say you were tired. 

He turned back to you, his smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “He’ll be fine. Besides, I would rather be with you than flirt with 70 year old women.”

Your attempted giggle was covered with the rougher press of his lips against yours, causing you to fall backwards onto the guest bed. After years of calling you Habibti, now he could finally say it without you thinking it was an insult.

Damian is a simp with huge dimples. Fight me.

[batnations]

no thoughts just wanna see latino!jason and damian argue and each throw in insults/curses in their mother’s tongues at each other in the middle of it.

“kol khara, todd.”

“chinga tu padre, brat.”

“tt, stop being such a 7mar.”

“cállate, cabrón.”

you get the point, yeah?

[breadandblankets]

Duke: "So then Ra's went-"

Damian: "You know that's not grandfather's name right"

Duke: "Hm?"

Damian: "that's not his name it's a title, you're supposed to say the whole title, his name isn't 'Head'"

Duke:

Damian:

Duke: "She give me Ra's on my Ghul til I…"

Damian, sighing, unsheathing a sword: "Thomas, I know you will survive this, so I will not be holding back"

[minnow-doodle-doo]

Damian in the Sons of Anarchy AU still speaks English like that but this time its Jason's fault since he taught him to speak like a Victorian aristocrat because he was petty about being kidnapped and made a babysitter to his baby brother in a foreign country.

[dickgraysonmybeloved]

Damian, forgets the English word for lid, shuffling and trying to avoid asking for help but eventually breaking: where is the… uh… *insert Arabic word for lid*

Jason, confused mildly scared: what?

Damian holding up his cup: where is his hat?

Jason, almost coo-ing over the murder child:

(Inspired by a post by @chasingthestarss )

[edi-storm]

(I apologize for possibly fucking up both languages)

Supersons week day 5: Language ( spoken+ love language)

@super-sons-week-2023

Jon in kryptonian: I love you

Damian in Arabic: thanks

Jon listens to kpop and you can't fight me on that one

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

PSA that people need to stop spelling Damian’s name “Damien,” especially if you’re up in arms about him being whitewashed

Now I will say that I’m not fluent by any means in Arabic, but I have begun studying it to bring myself closer to my culture, and am thus now very familiar with the alphabet. And by learning the alphabet, I have learned that there is no “eh” sound in it, much less a vowel that directly translates to “e” when anglicized. The vowels in the Arabic alphabet are primarily “a,” “o/u,” and “i,” so it needs to be spelled Damian to be an accurate translation

In Arabic, it’s spelt داميان

That is to say: the letters d, aa, m, ii, aa, n

Hence, Damian

I would also like to ask that people please don’t equate being pale with whitewashing. I’m as Arab as Damian is but my family is on the paler side (edit: even with strong olive undertones and other ‘traditional’ features). And we’re still Arab

[mistergreatbones]

Damian doesn’t have a middle name so to full name him it’s Damian al Ghul Wayne. Unfortunately they can’t say it in public just in case someone overheard (not that most people know of Ra’s, but just to be on the safe side). Also unfortunately they tend to start to call him al Ghul and have to quickly turn it around to make the worse middle names of all time. Everything from Alastor to Albert to Alligator. Once Barbara called him Damian Albatross Wayne and Jason got offended at the implication anyone else is allowed to hunt the narrative besides him.

[spectral-honey]

I hc that Tim & Jason both know Arabic from spending time w the league & Damian knows it obvs bc he grew up there but I love the idea that Dick tries so hard to learn but remains very shitty at it and Damian won't say it but he secretly is really touched by it. Dick enthusiastically mispronouncing a simple thing to Damian and externally he's like "...continue practicing Richard." But internally he's like "god I love my older brother he's so stupid."

[betterthanbatman1]

How are you feeling about the new Batman movie DC announced? It's about Damian and I'm soo scared that they're going to make him some evil little monster. Apparently other members of the Batfamily are going to appear in it too, but they didn't say which ones

I actually haven’t heard of this until just now!

Okay, after a quick google I’m actually kind of excited for it. It definitely has potential but same I’m scared too! Istg if they don’t make Damian Arab 😭

Tbh DCAU are the only DC movies I enjoy (apart from Nolan & Matt Reeves Batmans) so I’m quite skeptical with how they’ll execute this without making it cheesy or over the top.

I don’t mind if Damian acts full of himself (I actually would like to see that because he’s awesome and should be respected)or dare I say a little bratty, I just don’t want them to portray him as unlikable and as a whiny little kid. If Damian is shown as angry all the time or stuck up then they should at least give us a reason why he’s like this-like this is a child he has every right to be angry with the life he’s lived. Plus he’s literally a child assassin with attitude, I mean how cool is that?! But yeah I love him and I hope they don’t ruin his character by making him insufferable. Gunn said Damian is his favourite Robin so here’s to hoping to a good portrayal.

About the other batfamily members: I really hope we get them all ofc, though I’m biased towards Jason and want to see him most unless he is played by Curran. However I don’t want them to be in it if it’s just going to be for some sort of joke or if they’re used in a way that portrays them negatively in order to portray Damian positively. Tbh I’d be happy even if only their names were mentioned lmao. Honestly would love an animated batfam series because DCAU is amazing imo and (most of) DCU sucks ass

Thank you for the ask!! :)

Here’s where I found my info:

[batstorm93672]

The Fear of Losing

Robin was odd when affected by Fear Toxin, he wasn't in fear like the others. His first reaction was violence, he would attack anything that moved, it was difficult getting him to stop. After his violent stage, he became silent and would barely move which in turn scared the others.

What took everyone off guard one night was when he spoke so eerily as if his voice wasn't his own. "Where is he..?" Batman looked confused "Who are you talking about?" Red Robin frowned "He's never spoken, he isn't even violent"

"Akhi... must find him"

"Who's Akhi?"

"Jason... my Akhi, what did you do to him!?" Robin took his katana and raised it against the two. "I take it back, he's very violent!" "But he has an objective, the question is why?" "Well B from what I know, recently the two have been hanging out since Dick went to go help the Titans with some mission" "I see, well we have to stop him either way"

"STOP TALKING WHERE IS AKHI!"

"Uuuuhh what do we say?"

Batman raised his hands "Son, Jason is busy right now. So come with us and we'll help you get to him"

"I don't need you!" Robin ran, giving chase as Robin kept throwing batarangs and any type of gadget he could use to stop them. Finally Robin took out a smoke bomb and disappeared in the end.

"Red, contact Hood, tell him to be careful"

"You got it"

.

He reacted differently, he's sorta violent, but he's looking for you for some reason

"For me? What did that demon spawn get into?"

No clue, we're coming over now

"Alright, see ya"

Jason turned off the call and looked around, nothing so far. The comfort of his apartment not feeling so nice anymore, if Damian is violent who knows what he may do.

"Akhi..!" The window, Jason should have realized that Damian always enters his apartment that way "Damian, listen to me. I'm not gonna hurt you"

"It's not you, it's the assassins after you. I must protect you Akhi"

What..? Was Damian afraid that Jason would get hurt? So his violent reaction was mixed with the need to protect him... it would be adorable if not problematic. "Damian there's no one after me" "They chased me. If they find us they'll take you from me! I can't let that happen!" Damian grabbed to the sides of Jason's shirt "I can't lose you! I'll protect you with my life Akhi, if they try anything I'll stop them!" "Damian. Listen to me carefully, the only people coming over are Tim and Bruce. Their going to help you" "I- No! Lies all lies, Akhi please you must trust me on this. I only wish to save you"

Jason heard sounds and Batman came in through the window, next to show was Red Robin. Jason held Damian "Alright no one do anything! He's convinced you are both assassins here to kill me and he is literally willing to protect me with his own life. So please, let me talk him down from it"

Damian meanwhile was glaring daggers at the two, standing in front of Jason. "Approach my brother and I will kill you without a second thought!" "Damian, that's Bruce and Tim, they're not here to hurt me. Please, I trust you very well, all I ask is that you do the same" Damian faltered as Jason kept hold of him "I- N-No... I trust you... but I can't-" Damian gasped and looked at Jason in horror "What... what did you do?" He looked back at Batman, his look of fury increasing tenfold "He... why? I'LL KILL YOU!" Damian held his katana up, shouting as he rushed over, aiming to chop their heads off, luckily they got away.

"It's the fear part, he's convinced you... died" Batman looked at Jason as he spoke and Jason looked at Damian "Damian I'm right here, your Akhi is here Habibi" Damian groaned, clutching his head "He's gone! Stop speaking to me!" "Do you really think I'd die like that? You know me better than that" "H-He... he can't be gone..." Damian dropped down, tears going down his face "He can't be... not another brother" Jason kneeled down to Damian and held him "I'm okay, I'm right here" Jason beckoned to Batman and Batman tossed the antidote, Jason caught it without hesitation and carefully injected it into Damian's arm. "There you go I'm here for you" Damian went limp, Jason kept holding him in his arms. "I'm coming with you to the Manor" No one argued against Jason's words and got into the Batmobile.

"So... Akhi?"

Jason glared at Tim who was grinning like an idiot, well more than usual that is. "He kept calling you Akhi and you called him Habibi, I'm just curious"

"Well stop being curious, it's just something he and I say"

Then Batman decided to join in "That's Arabic right? When did you learn?" Would it be so wrong if Jason strangled the two of them... yeah might be, nevermind then "During the League. I was sometimes tasked with watching over demon spawn and he... probably doesn't remember it cause he was so young, but he taught me a bit even though I rarely spoke. Something about him being so bored he decided to teach me Arabic..." Jason shook his head, realizing he spoke more than he wanted about how felt on it as the smug face of Tim irked him and he's certain that B might be the same "Ugh that's all and none of you better mention this to golden boy wonder or anyone you got it?" "Can I call you Akhi?" "Hell no Replacment. As sappy as it is, that shit stays between us. If anything, if Damian heard it he might try to kill you" Tim shrugged and scoffed "I mean, wouldn't be the first" "Whatever"

Jason kept watch over Damian as he slept, is this how Bruce or Dick felt? When their family is no longer feeling like themselves anymore and almost break? It's... scary, the way Damian was frantic when approaching Jason, trying to convince Jason and possibly himself that what's happening is real and a threat. Then when he got angry and aimed to kill Bruce and Tim for him... Jason couldn't tell if he felt honored or afraid for him, maybe both. Is the loss of Jason so impactful to such a young boy? Damian is more connected to Dick cause the perfect boy is a ray of sunshine to him. So what was Jason, how much was Jason to Damian that he went to lengths to protect him? Maybe more than Jason ever thought, maybe more than anyone figured. Jason can tell that Damian cares for the whole family even if he rarely admits it. A part of Jason was kinda happy that the first thought was to protect him. Made him feel special, granted if he ever told Damian he would reply with a 'Tt Is your ego in so much need of praise? Get yourself together Todd' but those words would have layers to it, possibly a 'Sorry for acting out like that' and a 'Mention this to anyone and I will stab you'

Honestly speaking, Jason could get used to this, no wonder Dick feels like taking care of everyone 24/7, the rewards of understanding and bonding were worth it.

[arabian-batboy]

Am I the only one who thinks it's suspicious that DC is ONLY celebrating Damian during this month when he's in covers with other Asian characters but never when he’s just by himself? He has so many solo covers that they’re could have used instead of one where he’s with a Korean character eating Korean food or this shitty racist run from 2 years ago that had the Arab main character strapping a bomb to his chest as a part of the (thankfully canceled) plot-line of turning him into a villain.

It's like they know that if they posted just Damian alone then people/casual readers will realize that this mean that HE is Asian, but by posting these covers instead then they can play it off as them celebrating Roundhouse, Emiko and Connor while Damian, their supportive “white” friend, is just next to them.

[rayghosts]

Baba isn't just for Arabs, it's used by many ethnicities in Middle-East and in many countries, like Iran for example.

that's true! i only pointed out arabs because damian is arabian, but baba is definitely used by other cultures too

[zorilleerrant]

everyone's headcanons about what languages the Batfam speaks are so wrong. "Damian speaks Arabic" no. League Arabic is the language of business, not family; he only conducts formal matters in Arabic. while there's some distance between him and his family initially, he'd never think of it as a formal setting, and would instead use his home language, League Chinese, which is what Talia and most of his preferred tutors spoke to him over meals. it's what he always spoke with Mara, even when they were trying to kill each other. he'd accidentally use Arabic in school when answering confrontational questions or blanking on an English word, but with his family he wouldn't speak Arabic at all. Duke speaks Arabic.

[oceanstide]

Damian doesnt see Dick as a brother cause he sees Dick more as a father. Jason, on the other hand is someone Damian sees more of a brother.

[bloopy-writes]

Tim and Damian

Tim is the only one that has seen Damian truly laugh and that’s because he somehow managed to find a cat video that Damian somehow found hilarious

Tim once entered a depressive episode so severe he couldn’t leave bed for days and the only person that managed to convince him to finally leave was Damian

Damian and Tim got bored on a snow day and invented an entirely new language and writing system

They both have a combined blackmail folder on everyone in the family except for Alfred

Damian taught Tim how to speak Arabic

Tim got Damian expensive teas for his birthday and Damian painted a landscape of Tim’s favorite photo of Gotham for his birthday

When they work together on cases they break records for how fast stuff gets done

They have a plan to road trip across Europe with each other once Damian gets older because no other siblings appreciate art like they do