#Damian: Tt next time I will not miss.

[arguablysomaya]

*the batkids playing Clue*

Tim: wait, why are our options for suspects so limited? I mean really, if the windows were unlocked, anyone could’ve gotten in!

Duke: Tim, it’s been 47 minutes since we set up the game! Stop criticizing the rule book and just play!

Dick: *flips over board and grabs the answer cards*

Dick: miss scarlet? Really?

Jason: goddamnit, Dickie! It’s just a board game! It’s not like this is actually happening to us!

Cass: actually happening to us..?

Damian: Whatever it is you imbeciles are thinking, leave me out of it.

~4 hours later~

Bruce: do I even want to know how you and Tim put this together so quickly.

Dick: *dragging a limp Duke with closed eyes across the room*

Dick: probably not.

Duke: remind me again why I had to be the dead body?

Jason: hey, shut up. You’re dead. Dead people don’t talk.

Steph {over a speaker}: just a quick reminder that you have five minutes before the poisonous gas is released!!

Duke: why did there need to be poisonous gas?!?

Damian: TT- Brown wanted to get into character.

Tim: well there’s no real suspense with regular gas, now grab the fake blood cans and follow me.

Bruce: How about next time we stick to Go Fish....

[wintermelonbear]

Maybe Meant to Be

Pairings: Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Damian Wayne, Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Adrien Agreste

Summary: Adrien finds out about his soulmates entire secret life, and realizes maybe he doesn't know as much about her as he thought

“GET IN THE CAR!” Adrien’s arm was yanked towards a sleek black SUV by the spotted heroine. He quickly jerks his head to the side to see his parents and Madame and Monsieur Dupain-Cheng being ushered into the car by a boy not much older than him clad in grey and red.

Before he’s even buckled in the car starts off with a loud screech against the pavement. He can hear his father’s shoulder as it hits the side of the car. “With all due respect Ladybug and Robin, what business does our family have with the Teen Titans?” 

“Where is our daughter?!” Sabine is basically in tears at this point and whips out her phone to check for any messages from Marinette. Swiftly, Adrien whips out his phone as well to see if there are any missed calls from his soulmate while he was stuck in his most recent photoshoot. 

A slight look of panic crosses Ladybug’s face until she gives them some reassurance, “Marinette is safe, there’s no need to panic, I promise!” Strange promise to make given their behavior a mere minute ago insisting the Agrestes and Dupain-Chengs drop everything and flee. 

The dark-haired teen boy chimes into the conversation with the click of his tongue and gives a quick glance to the rear-view mirror “Tt, we cannot discuss anything in detail here it could jeopardize the safety of Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng and your own safety.” He tears his gaze from the mirror and puts it back onto the long stretch of road as Ladybug’s elbow digs into his side. Ladybug lets out a hiss, and most likely with the intent of keeping it a secret from the inhabitants of the car she bites out “Robin! Why would you say that, they are going to freak out and worry. What’s wrong with you, you heartless bastard.”

“Oh? I am heartless now? You certainly did not feel that way last night when–” a hand clamps over his mouth before he can complete his thought. “That’s enough. You know what you did and why this is happening.” Touching a comm in her ear Ladybug switches straight into a commanding tone “Titan B1 and B2 reporting to OG can you get us permission for the west warp gate at coordinates….” She turns to the center console of the car and flicks a switch unveiling a panel of controls that rivaled every sci-fi fantasy movie Adrien had ever seen. “Alright everyone buckled in? Get ready to hold on the ride can be a bit bumpy. Also, you may want to close your eyes because it gets quite bright.” True to her words, once they entered the tunnel in front of them instead of being met by darkness it was like they had walked into the sun itself. By the time Adrien opened his eyes again he was in front of a large building that melded into the surrounding storm.

With a grunt, Robin pulled the car into park and swiftly unbuckled himself. After going around the car to open the door for Ladybug and then Marinette’s parents he finally decided to speak up again “Welcome to the Fortress of Solitude, please follow us.” “It’s not as scary or depressing as it sounds, I swear.” Ladybug cheerfully chirped. “This next part you’ll have to close your eyes, here I have blindfolds for everyone. Oh, and put on these cloaks, it's cold.”

Adrien understands that Ladybug is known to be a friendly hero, but the overfamiliar way she was touching all of them felt oddly reminiscent of a certain girl in his life. So much so he struggles to not lean into her touch as she drapes the last cloak around him. 

From this point on for the next 15 minutes all the civilians could sense were the beeps of machinery and mild arguing between the teen heroes as they worked through security clearance. After one last heavy door slamming behind them Ladybug begins to remove their blindfolds. “Take your time opening your eyes, they’ll need to adjust to the lighting in here.” Peeking through his lashes Adrien could see Ladybug nervously glancing at Robin as he gives her a stern look with his arms crossed. 

“I think it’s time you tell them.” This voice is unfamiliar enough that Adrien fully opens his eyes to see the statement came from an older hero, Nightwing. Looking around the room he sees that it is set up like a living room with a large couch in the center, a dining table to the side, and a kitchenette with counter seating in the far back.

“We just got here we should let them get comfortable first!” 

“You’ll just keep pushing it and we don’t know how much time we have until Blue Beetle gets here with his family and we have to do this all over again.” Robin gives Ladybug a pointed look. 

Jabbing Robin’s chest Ladybug chastizes him. “Well, we never would have been in this situation if you weren’t an untrusting jerkwad to begin with!” Robin begins to straighten up his posture to look down on Ladybug and he opens his mouth to retort- 

“WOAH! OKAY THERE! Let’s calm down.” Approaching them with his hands in front of his chest Nightwing positions himself between them. Wrapping an arm around the black-haired teen he  “Robin, let’s give Marinette some time with her family.” 

With her eyes wide open Ladybug growls out “You’re really living up to your name right now.”

With one last glance back Robin bites out “And keep your morals away from me. I don’t care about being nice and friendly like you do. Tt.” With that last remark he quickly turns his head and leaves the room with Dick. 

Fuming, Marinette nearly forgets her identity being outed until she is met with the shell-shocked faces of her parents, her soulmate, and her soulmate’s parents. With a nervous chuckle, Marinette whispers, “well…haha funny story…I can explain?” A light envelops Ladybug and as the illusion cast by the Miraculous’ glamor falls, and a sheepish Marinette is all that is left standing. Seeing Adrien’s disbelief written across his face with his mouth agape she lifts a glove-covered hand to his face to close it and brings her hand back to chest level to peel off the black kevlar glove donning the hand and reveals a mark Adrien has known front, back, and sideways since he first got it at the age of eight. “Well, I’m not sure who is going to collapse first because my dad looks like he has just seen a ghost and you’re questioning everything right now so how about we sit down.” Marinette guides them to a plush couch in the middle of the room. “Let me get you guys some refreshments. Give you time to think about this, I’m sure you all have a lot of questions.” 

By the time Marinette returns with a tray of tea and some prepackaged sweets Adrien is the only one left upright. Gabriel had his head in his hands with Emilie leaning over to rub his back, and Tom was folded into the arms of Sabine as she comforted him. 

“How long?” Adrien’s sudden inquiry nearly has Marinette dropping a glass onto the sterile floors of the fortress. 

“Oh okay straight into it. We’re 17 now so about…one, two,....five years?” 

Adrien’s eyes immediately flooded with hurt.

Immediately, Marinette knelt in front of him and took his hands in her so that their soul marks made contact. “Hey, listen to me for a second okay, and this goes for everyone on this couch right now. It’s not like I left you guys in the dark because I don’t trust you or because I don’t love you.” Looking around she makes eye contact with everyone so she knows they’re tuned into her words, “There’s so many reasons why, honestly, I never wanted you guys to find out about my secret identity. It’s not safe for you guys to know and I don’t want you to feel any worry when I have to be out there fighting.” 

“How did this even happen? When could this have started? How did you get powers?” With his hands holding a fistful of his own hair each, Gabriel can’t help but let out rapid-fire questions. 

“I CAN ANSWER THAT!” Tikki flies out from where she was hiding in Marinette’s zip-up jacket. 

“AAHHH!!! BUG-MOUSE THING?? WHAT IS THAT?” 

“That is so rude. I am not a that. I am a god, a Kwami to be more exact! Why do you humans always react like that.”

“Guys this is Tikki, the kwami of the Ladybug miraculous, she represents creation itself and through my earrings, she grants me powers. I have been in her care for the last five years. She is my best friend and closest ally.”

“I love Marinette! I would never let something bad happen to her.” Tikki exclaims as she flies up to hug Marinette’s cheek. 

“When I was 12 I met a man, the one you would know as Fu, at the time was guarding the Miraculous, a set of jewelry that much like my earrings can grant people power beyond what's normally possible for humans. He said the stars had told him I was to be the next guardian. It was written in my soul.” Marinette takes a deep breath before continuing her tale. “Honestly it took some convincing until he pulled out a slab that detailed what my life would be like as a hero. From then on he began to train me to take over as grand guardian and when I turned 16 he officially handed the role down. That's why you guys haven't seen him in a little over a year. Every time, for the last year at least, that I was “at Grandpa Fu’s” I was actually going on missions or training with the Teen Titans.” Breathing out, Marinette continues, “The reason why you’re here is because someone broke into the Hall of Justice last night, we’re not entirely sure who yet, or what information they obtained. The only thing we do know is that the Teen Titan’s folder was breached and because,” She begins to grit her teeth “Batman and his spawn –you know him as Robin– are nosy little pricks the folders included information about our members’ families and close associate. So we grabbed you guys in case they were able to obtain that level of information and wanted to use your safety as leverage.” Puffing out her cheeks she mumbles, “I know they could probably figure out my family without the listing, and I know he didn’t do it maliciously…but I am still mad at Robin. Even though he’s my best friend…”

At this point, a calmer Robin has re-entered the room nursing a mug and a volume of manga titled “I Chose You.” Adrien recognizes that story, while the content made him mildly queasy it was extremely well written with a moving story. The only thing that he didn't sit well with was the main theme of the story itself. The story follows a young woman Mako, her soulmate Ryo, and a young man Akito. The story is comprised of a love triangle between the three main characters until Mako defies fate and chooses Akito as her partner, hence the title. While it has won many accolades it continues to be a controversial title to many romance readers as very few people in real life choose to go against fate and be with someone who isn't their soulmate. Adrien himself can't imagine a life without Marinette by his side.

Without acknowledging the civilians Robin plops himself right next to Marinette and continues reading his book. Adrien makes a few attempts at conversation only to be met with silence and Marinette's reassurance that it's not his fault.

After a bit more chatting Nightwing jogs in, “Hey guys sorry to bother you, but Jaime is going to need this room next.”

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As they walk down the barren hallways hovering over Ladybug’'s shoulder Adrien whispers into her ear, “So, who is he exactly? I know he’s Robin, but…” 

“Who am I? I'm simply the better option.” Robin looks back at Adrien with a gaze sharp enough to cut steel. The better option for what? Marinette? Adrien is literally her soulmate. It's written in the stars for them to be together.

“Oh hush.” Marinette chides Robin before turning back to them. “We got into a fight the other night so I may have been harsh with him, but despite his asshole exterior and mainly asshole interior, he’s actually quite the decent guy once he starts to care about you. Very much giving the grinch who stole Christmas.”

“DAMIANNNNN!” A voice booms from a distance as Robin and Ladybug facepalm. A flash of blue and red tackles Robin as Robin brings his fist onto the head of what looks like Superboy. 

“Identities you dunce! This is her civilian family.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose Marinette sighs.

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A few hours later the Agrestes and the Dupain-Chengs are sitting across from the Reyes family who just learned about Jaime’s superabilities and double life. The Agrestes act as translators for the Dupain-Chengs who have much weaker English skills. They talk about the shock they’re under and concerns for their children’s safety. 

Nightwing tries to reassure them. “Your children are in safe hands I would never let them get hurt if it is in my control. Being a part of the Teen Titans gives powerful young adults the chance to use their powers for the greater good and train for when they’ll be needed in larger-scale attacks. I know you are concerned, but your children are extremely capable heroes.” 

“Got it.” With those words Damian projects the CCTV footage he's been analyzing onto the wall and continues typing away on his computer. On the wall is a clip of a group of ten individuals clad in all black running down a white pristine hall and then the footage cuts to those same individuals in a control room. 

The teen heroes in the room clamor around the projection. “So then what are we waiting for, why aren't we leaving now?!” The Blue Beetle is clearly worked up, most likely because of the endangerment of his family.

“Well normally we would need to figure out who these people are who breached, but considering Robin’s personality I’m sure he already has an answer,” Marinette answers with an air of confidence, an attitude Adrien has not seen her carry since Lila entered their school. 

Adrien tunes out some of the conversation from here as he realizes the exact reason why Marinette 

seemed somewhat unbothered when he told her that the reason their friends don’t invite her to hang out anymore is because she can’t get along with Lila. She had friends here, not just friends, an entire life he didn’t know about. 

“...the Scarlet Toad Society.” By the time Adrien tunes back into the conversation Marinette is staring intensely at an enhanced image of a wrist from the CCTV footage. “Every member of their society wears that bracelet. They’re mainly active in South-East Asia. It is weird that they made the trip to North America to infiltrate the Hall of Justice. Which means–”

“They have a target in mind. The Teen Titan folder would not be the easiest one to grab. They were looking for it.” Robin cuts her off. “But they have yet to visit Jaime’s family nor yours or the Agrestes. None of the traps in the Titan Tower have gone off either. Does anyone have contacts in South-East Asia we should be worried about?” Ravager and Superboy shake their heads.

“Wouldn’t you already know?” Jaime coldly asks Robin. 

Robin opens up his mouth to retort, but before he can Marinette steps in between them and covers his mouth with the back of her hand. “He knows that this isn’t entirely your fault, but his family is potentially in danger let him have this.” Silently fuming Damian scowls before turning back to the monitor in front of him. Clearing her throat Marinette continues, “I can’t think of any contacts I have there, but I can ask The Order to keep an eye on the happenings there, you may want to do the same with any shadows you can contact. For now, I think the best thing we can do is wait. I would offer to go in undercover, but I think we’ll be needing more information first.”

Marinette turns Damian’s chair around so that he is facing everyone and wraps her arms around his neck from behind to calm him. With this action, Adrien feels his heart drop down to his stomach. “Jaime, Ravager, Superboy how about you show our guests to their sleeping quarters? Dames and I–” Damian cuts her off with a glare, “Hey, Superboy over there already outed your first name, as long as they don’t find out the rest I don’t see why we can’t call you Dames. Anyway, we will work on getting some dinner settled, you can come back here in an hour or so after getting settled. Sound good?” 

“Aye Aye Captain!” Shouted Ravager and Superboy in a mock salute, and with that Damian and Marinette headed back in the direction of the kitchen while the civilians and remaining heroes shuffled into yet another hallway. 

From the distance Adrien can hear Marinette shout, “Take good care of my family Superboy!”

“I’ve got Mari’s family, you can go with Jaime Rav!” Shouts Superboy. After the short tour of their assigned space, he asks them if they have any questions. 

“This uh, it may sound silly, but could I ask… what’s Mari’s relationship with Robin? They seem pretty close. I think I might’ve even heard her call him her best friend.” Adrien feels ridiculous for even asking, but the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach just won’t go away.

Jon dramatically gasps, “She said that?? He’s supposed to be my best friend! They’re more like– more like– Ah! I got it! A bickering elderly couple!” 

“A-Are they–” Adrien stutters out in disbelief. Marinette would tell him if she was in a relationship right? They’re soulmates, they’re supposed to tell each other everything! But…but…Adrien realizes they haven’t been telling each other everything. Marinette has been hiding being a superhero for over 5 years. Maybe he doesn’t know her as well as he thought he did. 

“O-Oh! Oh gosh, I am so sorry I forgot you’re her soulmate. It’s not that they are an elderly bickering couple, they just act like it! But also maybe they…well I’m not sure if it’s my place to tell you I wouldn’t be a very good best friend if I did.” Jon looks extremely conflicted, but tries to figure out what to say so that Marinette won’t kill him on site the next time they meet. “Well you know I think if anything she would tell you! Marinette is a good person! Oh would you look at the time, we should head back, dinner could be any moment now!”

At dinner that night all Adrien could taste was the bitter realization that maybe he didn’t know Marinette as well as he thought he did.

[schrijverr]

The Hearts of Gotham 6

Chapter 6 out of 7

Bruce makes the Justice League believe he has two hearts and is a manifestation of Gotham’s night to throw them off his secret identity, not trusting them. When the sound system breaks, he doesn’t come clean, but lies instead that he split into two to make Robin. From there it spirals as all the Robins make the lies grow and twist it in their own ways, until the truth comes out.

This fic is based on this post and inspired by Bouncing Baby Bat, or so the Justice League is led to believe... by EmpressGeek.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none

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Chapter 6: How Damian Makes It a Competition

Damian doesn’t see the point of lying to the Justice League. They’re a group of incompetents and Father doesn’t need to portray himself as a stupid meta to fit in with them. In fact, at first he refused to play along, which had him banned from meeting the Justice League.

Tt, like he cares.

However, then Drake and Todd had started squabbling about who had fooled the Justice League better, with Todd exclaiming he basically wrote the book, while Drake argued he truly cemented everything and created consistency.

Which caused Brown to start complaining that she never got to meet the Justice League and they both missed the opportunity to mess with Father himself, which Damian doesn’t condone. However, it’s clear the others do, because Drake helps her break in as Robin to prove it.

She comes back and loudly exclaims her triumph and that no one can do it better than her. This is obviously a challenge. All the previous Robins have gotten this trail, so he will do it too and show them all that he is the obvious best.

Thus, there is a determination in his step as he stomps after father into the Watchtower for the first time, a glower on his face and his shoulders squared.

They enter a big room with a table, around which all the Justice League members are sitting. A few start to greet Batman, but they are distracted by Damian, who steps up next to him. His rightful place and stares at the assembled heroes.

“I am Robin,” he proclaims. “I am the light of Gotham’s night and the heir to the Batman mantle and I will not have you tarnish Father’s skill set by exposure to your incompetence.”

The heroes look confused, because of course they can’t understand basic language and Father lowers himself to excuse Damian with: “We’ve been having an assassin problem in Gotham, lot of flash bombs,” as if Damian needs to be excused.

The alien that calls himself Superman approaches first, giving Damian one of those patronizing kind smiles as he says: “I’m Superman, it’s nice to meet you Robin.”

With vague disdain floating around in his veins, Damian eyes the hand, not shaking it as he returns: “I will not lie that it is nice to meet you too, alien.”

“Robin,” Father warns. “What have I told you about being polite?”

“Tt.” Damian is above stupid things as social conventions that just waste time, he doesn’t get why Father doesn’t see that.

“Robin.”

Fine, whatever, Damian can try and follow Father’s rules and ethics. He came here to learn to be the Batman, this is apparently the Batman. So, he spits: “My apologies, Kent,” not sounding apologetic at all.

However, it is enough for Father, because he doesn’t pressure Damian to apologize again. Instead he sighs: “I’m sorry about him, he’s getting used to living like a person.”

“Why is he so crabby?” the speedster comments.

“Yeah, he hasn’t got the time to be roughed up by the world yet,” the Lantern says. “Shouldn’t he still have ideals?”

Damian feels a little like biting these imbeciles heads off, however, he is here to complete his mission and to prove to his siblings that he is the best at meeting the Justice League. From what he has observed, ‘fucking with them’ and freaking them out is part of that.

So, he unsheathes his sword and points it at the two fools that spoke and says: “It is clear that you have never been remade out of the darkness.”

“What the fuck,” the Lantern swears, while the speedster squeaks: “Batman, Robin is pointing a sword at us,” ducking behind the Lantern when he does.

Father at least seems to understand the mission. Though, it is still patronizing when he says: “And he didn’t use it. Good job, kiddo.”

“Tt. They would have deserved it if I did. They know not what they speak off, Father,” Damian tsks at the heroes, who are starting to back away from him, he is pleased to note.

“Is this normal, Batman?” the alien asks. “He seems a bit more… mean than his predecessors.”

Damian doesn’t let Father answer for him. He is not a little kid, he can speak for himself just fine, thank you very much.

“Kent,” he barks, now pointing his sword in the direction of the alien. “I have been told it is not polite to speak of someone behind their back, nor to whisper in company. Do you have a good explanation for yourself?”

The alien has the decency to look apologetic, weak as the emotion may be. “I’m sorry, Robin. I- I suppose I was wondering if you were okay?”

“Why would I not be?” Damian snaps, baring his teeth more.

“Uhm, the- the sword is new?” the alien says like it’s a question instead of an observation, because he’s an imbecile.

“The sword was necessary for my birth,” Damian answers anyway, noting an exasperated look on Father’s face. From what he has seen, this is a good thing if he wants to win.

Bruce, meanwhile, has decided to give up and let it play out, only stepping in if Damian starts stabbing. His stupidity has led to this moment, he can live with the shame of whatever his son puts him through. It’s an initiation process at this point. For both of them.

“Your birth?” the speedster asks, looking apprehensive and cautious while doing so. Damian still thinks him incompetent, but he has to give him credit for speaking while scared. He knows that he is a threat, that is bravery.

“Yes, my birth,” Damian says, before decided a monologue would now be in order. Dramatics are a part of succeeding. He has to have a good monologue to assure victory over the others.

He proceeds: “After my predecessor got reabsorbed there were some complications with my emergence. Darkness is strong in Gotham and the night did not want to let me reemerge at first.” He has also noted that it has to be truthful on some level and Father certainly did not want him out in the field at first.

“However, Robin is necessary and I am the rightful heir to take on the mantle. So, I fought Father and ripped myself out of his flesh with this sword. It is formed by the ones that trained the Batman and thus the most suitable weapon against him,” Damian tells them. “It is mine to wield and ensure that I continue to exist as Robin.”

The Justice League appears to be slightly horrified at that, which is a definite success in Damian’s book.

“Are- are you okay, Batman?” the alien asks tentatively, like the coward he is.

Father did, in fact, get slashed on patrol a few days ago and Damian is pleased when he goes along with his story like he has with the others. He does so by bringing a hand to the wound, so that those with heightened senses could smell the blood, as he says: “I’m getting better.”

The Lantern looks pale as he comments: “Is it always so violent?”

“Tt, of course not, the others just had to separate their flesh from Father, ripping their seams that connected them, before finding their shape,” Damian says. “I had to cut myself out of the darkness, ripping out the pieces of flesh I needed from Father to form myself. It was a far more bloody process.”

Before he can continue describing it, Father steps in, much to his dismay. He claps a hand over Damian’s mouth and says: “Like I said, it’s a private affair.”

Vaguely Damian can make out a whispered: “Holy shit,” though he doesn’t know who it was.

“Father, I have enough of these imbeciles,” Damian announces, having fought off the hand and feeling like he has won successfully, so there is no need to remain. “They obviously cannot handle much and I do not wish to exposed to it for longer.”

“I have a meeting, Robin. You can go home by yourself,” Father sighs.

“No, no, it’s okay, we can postpone,” the speedster hastens says. Tt, the man is terrified of this little, how does he operate in the field? How do any of them with how quick they are to agree?

“Fine,” Father gives in easily. Damian doesn’t realize that the Justice League thinks he agrees so easily because he is still recovering from Damian’s birth, but Bruce does. He wonders why he still keeps it up when his kids make him go through shit like this.

They return to the Cave through the Zeta-Beam where they are greeted by applause. Brown comes over and slings an arm around Damian’s shoulders that he is quick to shrug off. She says: “I didn’t know you had it in you, squirt, but that was hilarious.”

“Tt, I am not a squirt,” Damian grouches. “And it is not very difficult. The Justice League are a bunch of incompetent cowards. I would highly recommend cutting ties with them Father.”

“The League are skilled in their own ways and integral to the world’s safety, Damian,” Father replies, before shooing Drake out of the chair so he can work on his cases.

Drake shoots him a glare, but continues on his laptop, while Brown goes back to annoy him once again. Damian doesn’t care. He has to train.

However, later the footage of his interaction with the Justice League appears in the group chat for further evaluation. Todd, however, maintains he fooled them the best, while Brown argues that she tops Todd.

Still, the face the Lantern made when Damian started describing his ‘birth’ becomes a reaction meme in the group chat. Damian has observed this to be a high honor and privately concludes that he has won the contest and has proven himself to be the superior Robin once more.

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A/N:

Omg, Damian is such a difficult character to writeee, I’m strugglinggg! Hope this was okay for a first attempt at getting in his head :D

[namichanth]

Everything stays (Twins AU)

Summary: There was a song that only Damian and Danyal know.

Note : This is my first one short write in English. There will be incorrect words.

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Damian is looking for his brother.

It's dark now, which is their bedtime.

After a few minutes of searching, he found his brother sitting and relaxing on the grass under the tree.

He was humming.

Let's go in the garden

You'll find something waiting

“What are you doing?” Damian walked up to him.

"I'm making a song"

“For what?”

“For us”

"I want a song that only we know." Danyal raised an eyebrow at his twin.

“Do you want to listen?”

“tt, don't disappoint me.” He sat down next to Danyal and shut his eyes to listen him humming.

Right there where you left it

lying upside down

“Danyal!!!”

In front of him, Danyal was lying in a pool of his own blood.

The League of Assassins came under attack. While they were fighting, Damian didn't notice that someone came behind him. He was about to be stabbed by the sword, but Danyal used himself as a shield for him. Causing him to be seriously injured.

And he didn't even have time to go check his twin's body. Because his mother took him in order to escape first.

He could only yell his twin's name. As Danyal's body gradually moved away from him.

When you finally find it,

you'll see how it's faded

It has now been two years since he moved in with his father.

He still missed Danyal.

He would softly hum a song from memory when he was alone or drawing.

Damian will sometimes be found humming and looking up at the stars from the rooftop when he patrols with one of the Batfam.

They were very surprised to see Damian doing something like this. But no one questioned him.

And tonight was another night they went on patrol.

According to the report, a meta has appeared in town. So they're going to check.

Damian now saw the figure of a boy who was supposed to be the meta they were looking for.

From behind, he had white hair and was wearing a black helmet suit.

The underside is lighter

when you turn it around

When he turned his head to him, Damian was stunned when he met Lazarus' eyes.

He has the same face as Damian.

It must be Danyal. But why did he become like this? What happened to him?

"Danya--"

Damian was about to call the boy's name, but he ran away before he could finish.

Everything stays

right where you left it

Since that night, he has been looking for him every day.

He was pretty sure that was Danyal. When he called the boy's name, he made a shocked expression when he saw him.

But Damian didn't want to hope. because he doesn't want to be disappointed.

What if that wasn't Danyal? What will he do next?

Track down that boy and bring him here for questioning? Was he a clone of him or not?

No, there is another way to verify.

Everything stays

But it still changes

Tonight is a full moon.

He sneaked out of the manor in his Robin suit.

He kept running through the rooftops. Until he again sees the boy. He hid behind a wall and watched the boy as he sat enjoying the stars.

The boy then opened his mouth and began to sing a song that only he and his twin knew.

It's really Danyal.

He came out of hiding and walked behind the boy.

Ever so slightly, daily and nightly

In little ways, when everything stays

The boy stopped singing before standing up. Then turn around and smile softly at him.

"Danyal..."

"Damian"

They stood silent for a while. before Danyal moved closer to him and gave him a light hug.

"I'm back"

He raised his hand and hugged back. He hugged Danyal tightly to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Welcome back"

He finally got his other half back.

[cookeybg]

Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

So....my chapters seem to be getting longer. I apologize, but I can't stop myself. Here's chapter 3!

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

[In case you missed it Chapter 1 , Chapter 2]

Part 1 - Chapter 3

Jon had been distracted. The morning had started out hectic. First, Conner had taken forever to get ready and they had to run to the subway in order to get to school on time. Then, it had turned out that he had been placed in the wrong math class so he had to go into the school office and have it changed to proper math class, lucky his schedule stayed the same. Even luckier he now got to see Jay twice everyday, not including club activities every Monday. What had really been the cherry on top was when Jay stopped him after class to give his phone number. Lunch had been full of memes and texts and exasperated glances from Kathy. So, Jon was distracted when he stumbled on what felt like a tree root, his phone flying into the air and him landing on his hands and knees on the dirt floor. Miraculously his glasses stayed on his face if not a bit askew.

“Ow.” Someone groaned behind him. “Sorry!” Jon scrambled up and turned around. His wide blue eyes met glaring green ones. “Tt.” Damian tsked removing Jon’s phone from atop his head. “Do you make it a habit to throw your things at others?” “What? No!” Jon reached out snatching his phone back. “It was an accident!” Damian stared at him unimpressed passing him by without further comment. Jon could feel the heat of embarrassment heating his neck and face. He gripped his phone and cursed his decision on taking the short cut to his art class. He took a deep breath and continued on his way, Damian Wayne was long gone.

Walking into his art class Jon sat across the table from Jay, who waved and smiled at Jon when he entered but was now talking to the girl sitting next him. Jon kept his hands busy by pulling out his art pencils and sketch book he had bought the day before on his way home from school. Jon took discreet glances towards Jay wore a light blue hoodie, it made his pink hair standout and it made him look warm and fluffy. Jon wanted to hug him. “Hello everyone!” Ms. Worle clapped her hands, getting the whole class’s attention. “I have great news today! After many attempts, I was finally able to convince my favorite prodigy to become my T.A.” She clapped her hands again, looking at the door, her white curly hair bouncing in excitement. A loud chatter filled the classroom when Damian Wayne stepped through the door. He glanced around the room, his green gaze locked onto Jon’s blue. The embarrassment from early crawled up Jon’s neck and he quickly looked away. Damian, clearly deciding to pay him no further attention looked back at Ms. Worle, his expression softening. “Ms. Worle, I wouldn’t call myself a prodigy.” Damian said. “Nonsense, please humor this old lady.” Ms. Worle waved away Damian’s words. “You are certainly not old.” Jon wanted to gag, all Damian had to do was kiss the back of the teacher’s hand and the whole charade would be complete. Jon noticed that Jay sat up in interest a small “No way,” escaping his mouth. Jon bit his lip not liking the attention Jay was giving the Wayne. Jay’s sparkling eyes locked unto Jon a wide excited smile graced his face. Jon could feel heat burning his ears, Jay had such a cute smile.

“Jon!” Jay whispered excitedly, leaning forward as far as he could and covering the side of his mouth in an attempt at secrecy. “This is huge! Damian is going to our T.A.!” “I don’t see the big deal…” Jon frowned. Jay looked at him in surprised, he opened his mouth to say something else but Ms. Worle cut him off. “Now, Now, let’s all settle.” Ms. Worle’s face was slightly flushed. “You will be sketching the person sitting across from you and Damian will be assisting all those who need help.” “Try not to make my forehead too big.” Jay teased. “Try not to make my ears too big and we have a deal.” Laughed Jon. It was hard drawing Jay. Every time he looked up at him his heart would race and sometimes their eyes would meet and the butterflies in Jon’s stomach would take flight. It was distracting and difficult to not let his day dreams wander. It didn’t help that Jon wasn’t a very good artist to begin with and kept erasing the same eye he had been trying to draw for the last eight minutes. “Tt.” Jon’s shoulders tensed. When he turned, his nose nearly collided with a brown jaw. He took in a breath of surprise and caught a whiff of something sweet and earthy. Damian’s eyes locked onto his and Jon pulled away slightly, heart pounding in his chest. “May I?” Damian glanced at Jon’s hand. Jon nodded stiffly and watched as Damian’s elegant fingers plucked the pencil out of Jon’s grip, his fingers lightly grazing his. “You need guide lines on the face if you want to make everything symmetrical.” Damian spoke lowly. Jon had to lean in a bit to hear him clearly due to his loud classmates. Jon watched as Damian lightly drew a couple of horizontal lines and a vertical line down the middle. He then started drawing the outline for the second eye. “Drawing is just a series of shapes. Look at Jay’s eyes,” Damian gestured towards Jay and Jon could see that Jay was keenly paying attention to the both of them, “draw a circle for the iris and then fill in the detail like the curve of his eyelid and notice the delicate sweep of his brow.” Damian’s eyes were intense as he pointed out aspects of Jay’s face. Jay fidgeted but did not look away a blush darkened his cheeks and his lips were parted in awe. Jon gripped the table trying not to show any jealousy. “Nothing is a straight line; his soft wavy hair, his lips and the curve of his chin.” Damian paused waiting for Jon’s understanding. “Thanks.” Jon said sulkily. Damian placed the pencil on the sketchbook and moved on. Jon’s back and side prickled uncomfortably in Damian’s absence. Damian helped a couple of girls, they turned red and chattered amongst themselves after he left them. But Jon was paying attention to them, he watched Jay stare after Damian his face slightly red and his gaze determined. Did Jay like that jerk? Was Jon going to lose Jay to Damian? Jon grimaced and looked down at his sketch. Damian’s pencil marks looked light and easily erased. The parts he had drawn as guides looked better than the dark lines Jon had drawn and markedly improved the sketch itself. He sighed and did his best to follow what he had been taught.

After class Jay sidled next to Jon looking behind them at Damian who was speaking with Ms. Worle. He nudged Jon’s shoulder with his own as they left the classroom and Jon got butterflies in his tummy from Jay’s proximity. “You are so lucky that Damian helped you!” Jay tried to whisper but failed. “Yeah, I guess.” Jon tried not to roll his eyes. “He must be pretty good at drawing.” “Pretty good at-“ Jay laughed. “Jon. Damian has won awards for his art.” “So, he’s like actually talented?” Jon asked. Jay stared at him and stopped to type something on his phone. Once he found what he was looking for he showed Jon an article from the Gotham Gazette complete with a picture of a painting. Jay clicked on the picture so that Jon could see it zoomed in. “He won this prestigious art award last year and donated the winnings to charity, since you know, he doesn’t need the money.” Jon took the phone and looked at the painting. It displayed a desert oasis, the palm trees swaying in the breeze seemed to come to life. The sand colored buildings contrasted beautifully with a bright blue sky and green vegetation. In the distance a storm brewed making the birds take flight. The ground closer to the buildings was slightly tinted in a rust colored red. It was beautiful but it somehow made Jon feel as if danger was just around the corner despite the tranquility of the scene. The plaque next to the painting said it was an oil on canvas, titled “Home.” “But, he’s the baseball captain.” Jon said dumfounded. “He’s also been winning art awards since he was a kid. He’s won so many he’s probably lost count.” “How can he be good at so many things? Isn’t he the top of his grade?” “It’s awful, isn’t it?” Jay said smirking. “I can’t wait to interview him!” Jon watched as Jay waved and left him behind. What if his fears were true? If Jay didn’t like Damian now he certainly would after he interviewed him. Kathy was right, Jon needed to confess, ASAP!

I hope you enjoyed! The next chapter is going to be my favorite so I hope you're as excited as I am. XD

[phantoms-planet]

Barred Protection Chapter Five

This one is short, I am sick of writing in this chapter and just want to get to the next part so I'm saving us all a several months long writers block and posting it "unfinished" instead. It's also unedited. This chapter is the definition of Started Making It, Had a Breakdown, Bon Appetite. Hope it's enjoyable anyway.

No tw besides medical settings.

Ao3

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Tim didn’t like being used as a prop to get Bruce into Ameliorate, he didn’t like being poked and prodded for over an hour by Percy Daelus while Bruce sweet talked the man, and he most definitely didn’t like the results from the analysis that he had just finished on the medication he’d been prescribed.

Most of the contents made sense but there was one chemical that wasn’t like anything in their system. And they had a lot of chemicals in their system.

“Tim?” He flipped around to see Duke trotting to him. “We got the stuff you asked for.”

Tim took the bag he offered with a short nod before turning back to the table and riffling through it. When he realized there was an unknown ingredient, he asked Duke and Damian to get him different medicines and cure-alls from the company, any they could get their hands on. If this strange chemical was in one of them, it very well could have been in more.

He tried to ignore Duke hovering as he prepared the machine for another round. Damian had taken perch on a chair to the side. “Tt, are you certain there is an unknown-?”

“Yes.” Tim snapped. “I tested it six times.”

“Maybe the machine is wrong?” Duke sounded hesitant to suggest it. Tim stopped what he was doing to turn to him with an unimpressed, flat expression. “Or…you know, maybe not.”

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Daelus listened carefully to the child’s heart, struggling to hear it past the labored breathing. Thankfully it seemed healthy. When he pulled away and slid the stethoscope back around his neck the young boy’s mother was watching him closely.

He offered her a gentle smile. “Don’t worry, the cold is minor. It’s nothing we can’t handle for sure.” The relief that washed over her face was more rewarding than anything else in the world. “I’ll have the nurse prepare your first dose, and then you can pick up the rest of the medication at the front pharmacy, alright?”

“Thank you.” The mother slumped back in her chair. He understood why she would be so scared for her baby. Not even a year old and the poor thing was sick as a dog.

He left the room as quietly as possible while flagging down his current nurse. Once she had been filled in Daelus made his way to his personal office.

Normally on clinic days he would spend the whole ten or so hours seeing as many patients as possible but today was a special case; he had another meeting with Bruce Wayne. After meeting Tim (who was remarkably healthy for missing a spleen, if quite sleep deprived) Mr. Wayne seemed much more comfortable with Daelus.

That in and of itself was a massive relief. With one of the world’s favorite billionaires on its side, Amiliorite could finally start stage three of operations. Moving global would be hard without support from a well-liked celebrity, and Daelus much preferred when things ran smoothly.

There wasn’t much time to clean up before one of his front desk workers opened the door. Daelus went to greet Bruce with a smile. One that didn’t get returned.

“I have concerns.”

Daelus furrowed his brows. “Is there an issue with Tim’s medicine? I was certain we’d prescribed-“

Bruce, normally jovial and frankly ditzy, was looking far more serious than Daelus was familiar with. “I had my scientists look at your medications. There’s something in them that they can’t identify.”

In giving Bruce permission to test the medications Daelus knew there was a chance that subject P’s tears could be isolated. He simply hadn’t thought it would happen. Inwardly he cursed himself for not expecting the Wayne Enterprises scientists to be able to figure it out.

“Oh that,” Daelus tried another smile. “That’s nothing to worry about. My people did rigorous testing to ensure-“

“What is it?”

“What is the substance?” Daelus asked.

“Yes.” Bruce said, tone sharp and cold.

“Ah, well we refer to it as Healosol.” He pronounced the word like ‘heal us all’, slow and deliberate, hoping the name would ease some of Bruce’s worries. “My scientists synthesized it themselves. It took years to develop and years more to test. We’ve ensured that it is entirely safe for human consumption. Not just safe, actually, but wholly beneficial!”

Unfortunately Bruce didn’t seem quite as comforted as Daelus had hoped. His coldness was replaced with a thoughtful edge that made him more than a little nervous. If Bruce vocally opposed the company, it would be disastrous.

It had taken most of his adult life to get the company up off the ground and especially in Gotham the process was nowhere near easy.

Dealus had forgone personal relationships to further Ameliorate. His physical health would be tanked if it weren’t for the medicines that he made for his own use. He slept in one of his offices practically every night, barely entering his own apartment. Everything he had was thrown into making it work. If it didn’t work-

Anxiety tangled through his ribcage. They had helped so many people in Gotham and the neighboring cities already but he didn’t want to stop there. How many people in the world were sick, dying, wallowing?

They could save so much more. Subject P was producing enough to help entire countries! But no one would want their aid if one of the most influential men in the world scorned their product.

Before he could calm the storm of frantic thoughts Dealus blurted out, “What if I gave you a tour of the synthesizing facility?”

His heart jack knifed but he couldn’t take the words back. That facility was where Subject P was held! If the tour went in the wrong area-

“I would like that. Would I be able to speak with your scientists?” Bruce’s demeanor had softened significantly, even with the tension still in his shoulders.

Mr. Wayne was known to take in young children in dire situations. With subject P’s chosen form he would pull at anyone’s hearts who didn’t understand what was happening.

“Of course! I’ll have them prepare material for you to look over. So long as it doesn’t get spread everywhere, of course. I trust you not to steal our company secrets.” The last sentence sounded more hesitant. Daelus nearly flinched. It was supposed to have sounded like a jest.

Bruce finally smiled again. “Of course not. But if what I see is good, I hope a partnership might be on the table?”

A partnership? With Wayne Enterprises?! All of Dealus’s anxieties washed away. With THE Wayne Enterprises on their side they could take the world by storm, faster than just having Bruce endorse the product himself.

“That would be fantastic, Mr. Wayne! Shall we have the tour this Saturday? I can arrange transportation for you.”

After getting all the details hashed out, Daelus led Bruce back to the front desk. A warm goodbye later and he was back in his office making a call.

“Sir?”

“Carter, we need to make preparations. Mr. Wayne will be touring Facility Zero on Saturday.”

There was a pregnant pause. “Are you sure that’s a good idea, sir?”

“Of course I am.” Daelus grabbed a pen from his cup and started clicking it open and closed. “Think about the doors this will open!”

“But if he finds the subject this whole thing is going to get shut down.”

Daelus knew he should feel concerned about that, but he couldn’t quite find it in himself to worry when the chance of a lifetime was sitting right in his lap. “He won’t find it, and you are going to help make sure of that.”

A tired sigh came through the speaker. “Yes sir. What do you need me to do?”

[heqvenlymoons]

Marinette's Joke: The Showdown of Damian's Pets Fighting Over Homework

For Maribat March Day 7 & 30: Joke & Showdown

@maribatserver

Marinette stumbled into her mathematics class five minutes after the bell rang.

The teacher, Mrs. Steeles, had her back to the class, scribbling down what Marinette assumed to be the math homework questions from last night on the whiteboard. 

Marinette tried to sneak past Mrs. Steeles, heading towards her seat in the back, where Damian was already sitting and watching her with exasperation. 

She kept her footsteps light, barely making any sound, but somehow, the mathematics teacher seemed to have eyes on the back of her head. 

“Miss Dupain-Cheng, I wonder why you are late this time.” Mrs. Steeles said dryly, capping her marker before facing the late student. 

Marinette looked like a deer caught in headlights as she whirled to face the front, the stares she was getting from her classmates making her skin prickle. “Uh, I—”

Mrs. Steeles pinned her with a look of disapproval, waving her off. “Just head to your seat.”

Marinette wasted no time rushing to her seat, setting her bag beside her desk. 

Damian leaned over and spoke in a hushed tone. “Tt. Why were you late?”

She didn’t respond until Mrs. Steeles turned her focus back to the whiteboard, the blue dry-erase marker in her hand uncapped once more. 

“Akuma in Paris. I had to voyage,” Marinette whispered just low enough for him to hear. 

He nodded in understanding. “Did you do the math homework from yesterday?”

Her eyes widened, a look of horror taking over her face. “Oh no—”

“Miss Dupain-Cheng, do you have the homework from yesterday?” Mrs. Steeles asked, shattering Marinette’s hope that the mathematics teacher would forget. 

What was the point of being the embodiment of luck when the luck didn’t manifest when she needed it? 

Marinette swallowed, glancing to Damian for help, who heartlessly shrugged as if saying, ‘You’re on your own.’

“Well?” Mrs. Steeles prompted with a raised brow, giving her foot impatient taps. 

Marinette panicked and blurted out the first excuse that came to mind. “My homework got torn up in a game of tug of war.”

Her classmates burst out laughing, and she played with the hem of the black skirt of her uniform. 

“Really, Dupain-Cheng? Tug of war? You could not have come up with something better using that scattered brain of yours?” Damian hissed out, speaking over the loud peals of laughter from their classmates, looking unimpressed. 

“I was under pressure, and I panicked!” she whispered back, a sheepish expression on her face. 

“And just, who were you playing tug of war with?” Mrs. Steeles asked, looking just as unimpressed as Damian. 

The gears in Marinette’s head turned as she struggled to think of a somewhat half-dignified response. “Damian’s pets! I was, um— we were doing homework together at his house, and I left my homework on the floor by accident. Titus— uh, Damian’s dog and Alfred— um, cat got ahold of it…”

She could feel Damian staring daggers at her, but he hadn’t exposed her to the lie, so she took it as a win. 

“Who won? The dog or the cat?” someone called out, sounding invested in the non-existent war that had taken place between Damian’s hoard of animals. 

Of course, Marinette, the queen of inventing excuses when it calls for protecting her secret identity, found it within reason to respond with something even more absurd.

“Well, uh—  technically neither? Mojo- um, the ape! The ape hijacked my homework from Ti— the dog, which tore it in half. Then Goliath— the dragon bat breathed fire, and because my homework was caught in the crossfire, it disintegrated into ashes.”

The students were fascinated by the narrative and amused with her ability to spin such a tale on the spot. They spoke over one another, voicing their thoughts. 

“Dragon bat? What new species is that?”

“I didn’t know Damian Wayne had an ape as a pet!”

“What happens next? Who ate the ashes?”

Meanwhile, Damian glared at her for exposing his supernatural pet. “You do realize Goliath is supposed to be kept a secret? How am I supposed to explain a dragon bat somehow ending up in my possession?”

Marinette winced, looking apologetic. “Sorry, Dami. In my defense, this wouldn’t have happened had you helped me think of a plausible excuse! Whatever happened to cover for one another?”

“I can’t believe you are blaming this on me,” he said in disbelief, crossing his arms and turning away from her with a hmph. 

“Class, settle down, please.” Mrs. Steeles said, looking tired. She shot Marinette the stink eye, looking unmoved by her dramatic tale of a showdown between Damian’s pets fighting over her homework. 

“Do keep disputes between pets away from your homework in the future, Miss Dupain-Cheng. I think this joke of yours, rather unique as it may be, has entertained the class enough, and it is time to return to the lesson.” 

Mrs. Steeles directed one last stern look at Marinette, then turned to write more questions on the whiteboard. 

Marinette at least had the decency to mutter a “Sorry” to Damian. 

His lips twitched like he might smile, but he kept the act of staying mad with her. His arms still crossed, and his body angled a little away from her. 

To Marinette, it seemed like he was pouting, and that caused her to giggle. Because Damian would deny and insist he doesn’t pout. 

The sound softened his demeanour at once, prompting her to smile in victory. 

“Whatever. You better not expose even more of my pets— supernatural species or not— to these imbeciles next time,” he grumbled, trying and failing to glare at her. 

“Of course~ we wouldn’t want people to think the Ice Prince of Gotham is secretly a softie, would we now?” she teased, smiling the bright smile she knew he melted for. 

She could see the tips of his ears flush pink even as he turned from her to face the front. 

“Tt,” was his only response, seeming unaware she could see him sneaking glances at her through her peripheral vision. 

She found his behaviour adorable. 

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 30:

"It's okay just to say 'I'm not okay'."

Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry | "Not much Longer…."

Fandom: Bat Family

Prompts used: All

Ive been reading dpxdc but am not confident yet, so heres some OOC Bats, based mostly on Wayne Family Adventures, tried angsting some new people for once! I have only read Duke in WFA so hes probably the most OOC forgive me. But let me know, Id love to hear from ya'll on any of my posts :)

TW for blood and injuries, near death experiences

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"I am never letting you talk me into this again."

Tim glares at the far wall, hanging by his feet, arms tied to his chest. He's in civvies, and his brothers WILL owe him a new outfit after this.

"Oh come on, you were the perfect bait!" Jason's voice comes through the comm, barely holding back his snickers.

"Hush Little-Wing. I'll take you to your favorite coffee place- at a reasonable time- to make up for it BabyBird." Dicks voice is far more sympathetic and even tinged with the anxiety that comes with seeing his brothers in harm's way.

"Then Jay owes me a new outfit." He murmurs a tad petulantly.

"TT, I still think we should have snuck in instead of this, convoluted, plan."

"That would have been fine if we had known where they were located, hence this plan." Duke yawns as he finishes his sentence, pulling a double shift for this case.

"Next time, someone else can be the hostage." Tim grumbles as a headache grows with all the blood rushing to it.

"Whatever you say Timmy." Jason placates mockingly.

"Is anyone else concerned about how long they've left Red Robin alone?" Barbara's exasperated voice comes through the comms, bringing everyone back.

"The lack of blood in my legs should definitely be considered." Tim comments, swinging slightly to try and look around.

"Well, it looks like everyone is-"

"Leaving the building!" Duke cuts Dick off, Jason curses,

"Looks like we got some rats to catch!" He calls, leaping from his hiding spot before the others could react.

"Hang in there Tim, we'll be back!"

"I regret my existence."

"TT is that all?" Damian is a millisecond behind Jason, Dick and Duke give each other an eye roll of comradery, before they are following.

They put up a fight. Seemingly desperate to escape- though it's not super odd- they seem more scared of not being able to leave than of the Bats themselves.

"Not much longer…" The anxious mutter comes from the goon closest to Signal.

He’s quick to pin him, nerves flying in his gut, telling him that they were missing something important.

“Until what?” He pulls his best Batman voice, tired gravel helping him hopefully.

Pinned against the building, Signal doesn’t really need an answer from the goon, the light gives him a glimpse of exactly what he needs to know, but the answer comes anyway,

“B-bomb...”

“Guys, we’ve got a situation! I’m going in for T- the hostage!” Duke catches himself throwing the guy to the nearest Bat, “Find the bomb!” He dashes into the building.

“A bomb?” Tims voice groans, “I am owed several coffees, thank you.”

“Maybe focus on not blowing up first?” Duke's voice is strained, not yet so nonchalant with these types of threats.

“The goons are ready for transport, we’re headed to the device, just stay calm Duke.” Dicks voice is level, and Duke takes a breath to match it.

Tim is partway untied, having been working on it since he’d been hooked, his face is flushed but he gives a lopsided grin- likely to comfort Duke.

“Signal, my man, come to hang out?”

“Har har, let's get you down.”

He steadies him as his feet touch the ground, head spinning and body reorienting, they haven’t even taken a step yet when the whole building shakes, rickety floors and creaky walls groaning with the effort.

“Uh, guys?” Duke cautions, worry skyrocketing again.

“Time to move!”

Duke doesn't need to be told twice, he scoops Tim into his arms with a grunt and finds himself sprinting once more.

“Blushing bride was not on my list.” He mumbles, hand holding his head as the other tires to keep him stable.

“Don't worry, sure it doesn't count when the blood had no other option.”

“You’d be surprised.”

The floor is crumbling as another tremor wracks the old bones of the place. He makes the decision to find the nearest window, taking the Bat route out, and sending a prayer to whoever listened that they all made it out.

“You’re ok… ‘s good…” Blood is a second skin, Jason's jacket torn to shreds as glass and wood alike protrude from his body.

“Todd.. you're…” Damian looks up at the unhooded vigilante, minor damage to himself as he see the crushing weight his brother keeps off him.

“Relax kid… Won't die frem the same ting twice.”

“Jay! Damian!” Dick coughs, the bloody hero shoving at the beams across Jays back until the two can get free. “Are you guys okay?”

“S’fine, lets get baby brat outta here.” The slur comes and goes from his tone, whether from a given effort or otherwise they can't tell. Shifting nearby has them tensing, before a light shines at them,

“Oh thank the Gods.” Duke is dusty but unharmed, moving debris ever so carefully to give them a path out.

“M’place s’closest.” Jason murmurs, leaning heavily on Damian who hadnt moved from his side.

“I can not carry you Todd, stay awake.” The youngest mutters despite his stance.

“M-“

“It's okay just to say ‘I’m not okay’.” Duke interrupts quickly, taking the lead as Dick takes the rear.

“...could be better.” He concedes.

“You are not this much bigger than me. How?” Tim swims in the borrowed shirt and sweats, as does Damian, but neither seems keen to take them off either as they plop onto Jason's couch.

In the kitchen, Duke, Jason and Dick patch each other up carefully, channeling Alfred as best they can until they decide the trip is worth it. Jason grits his teeth as another stitch pierces his skin, Dick muttering a thousand quiet apologies in several languages. Duke keeps his eyes on his own job, if for nothing else than to keep from cringing and hurting Dick.

“We’re bringing the girls next time. This never happens when they're around.” Tim grumbles, ice pack on his face.

“I beg to differ.” Dick mutters.

“Is night shift always like this?” Duke ties off his last bandage and goes about cleaning up.

“Meh.” He gets several, so so hand gestures and a tutt and groans to himself.

“We’re alive, goons apprehended, I'm calling it a win.”

[daddysfangirls-dc]

UnTamed Ch.6

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Everything changes with time.

As did Astraea and Damian relationships at the ripe age of 14 and 15, both together and apart. 

Apart.

Damian had received more siblings, the newest addition being Signal and aka Duke Thoman, rounding up the official Wayne children to Seven: one daughter and six sons. Unoffically there were nine Wayne children, two more unofficial daughters which Mr.Wayne couldn't claim due to their parents still being alive and coherent/sane. But they were Mr. Wayne's daughters and Damian's siblings nonetheless. Damian's relationship with his siblings (mostly Tim) was tumultuous and unruly, but over time, they changed. He settled and started to love tolerate his siblings.

He also developed a friendship with a boy named John Kent. (His only friend besides Asta). Even with time, Damian still found relating to his peers difficult, but after acquiring John, he stopped trying to. Damian had grown; Damian had changed, but he was still the same.

Astraea was still on the streets, but that's because she wanted to be. Damian set up and gave her codes to a few safe houses that his family rarely, if ever, used. Which she, in turn, rarely used. The 'gang' she accidentally started was far more structured and efficient than before, networking in a way that helped the most people. Her group had become a well-known secret in the lower and poorer parts of Gotham and had even extended to the outside of the city. 

Despite her growing connections, Asta still held that Damian was her only friend, even if he was hesitant to claim her himself. Damian was still teaching her. She did well in math, history, and science but still struggled with reading and writing below her grade level; she was trying. Astraea had grown and changed, but like Damian, she was still the same.

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Damian sighed as he flopped on the bed. Things at the manor had been tense and uncomfortable due to Batman digging into a human trafficking ring. Pair that with a shitty day at school. He didn't want to deal with anything or anyone.  One quick message to Alfred later, and he was cozying it up in one of his safe houses with no expectations of him until evening. He could do what he pleased by himself, and right now, all he wanted to do was sleep. Taking a quick shower, washing the day's disgust, he climbed right back in bed and away from the world just like he wanted.

-

Hours later, he woke up to Find Asta lying in bed eating grapes in the nude. Body-grown Asta was no longer the little girl, now growing into her more womanly curves.

Growing up within the League of Assassins led to Damian being taught differently. The League had different approaches to things. While joining his new family changed some views, others stayed the same. For example, nudity was common in the League and not something to be ashamed or disgusted by. He was made familiar with the male and female body at a very young age. And this upbringing did lead to Damian's comfort with Asta.

Asta was raised as and always nude for her abilities. She found it refreshing not having to cover up due to someone else's shame, disgust, and arousal. He was refreshing. And that's why moments like this could happen. Unlike the rest of the world, Damian could control himself and see her as just her.

"Hello," Asta says as she notices him awake and staring at her.

"What time is it?"

"6:36. You've got time" Damian sat up, giving a 'TT' as he checked his phone and found a slow of messages from his brother Dick and missed a call.  " I put it on silent. You looked like you needed sleep." He nodded in thanks. " What's got you more uptight than usual?"

"human trafficking"

"The homeless, right?" Damian wasn't surprised Asta knew she worked more closely with people than his family(those below the elite, that is). This often permitted her to receive information quicker than the bats and even get details they'll never know. Such knowledge was an asset that Damian used for his own cases but did not share with his family. He didn't want to. He was selfish.

Damian sighed and took the grapes she offered. " It's the new people. Those who've been on the street for a while and know the city know better."

"Do you know who these people are?"

"The victims are homeless from neighboring cities; apparently, they're cracking down on homelessness in a bad way. The bad guys, you know, those pop-up trail clinics, they run those or at least some of those. You can tell they're bad guys because of how clean they are."

It was saying something that cleanliness is what tipped off people to something suspicious. But then again, it wasn't because Gotham Rogues, like Scarecrow, did like to experiment with the public, and despite being evil, they did follow OSHA, surprisingly. Most Gotham villains did,actually, because most of them had PhDs and special degrees. Gotham's rogues were smart as they were fucked up. Most of them contained some form of sanity, even if it was small and only to certain areas. The only fully insane people in Gotham were joker and his goons.

"Real volunteer clinics smell like bleach and dish soap." the afford stuff " These ones smell like a hospital, an actual hospital. Our hospitals don't smell like a hospital unless you're on the rich floors; they smell of dry blood and drool."

"Drool?"

"Drool".

Damian doesn't really remember what the hospital smelt like, but he could agree the private rooms and areas smelt better than the lobby. 

"So, we need to pay attention to well-equipped and hygienic clinics in low places."

"Or you can let me and mine handle this and just rest. We're already working on it." She moved closer, leaning on him. " You need rest." closing his eyes, he leans into her. 

"What do you have so far?"

"What I just told you, and we've been tracking some people, keeping an eye on certain areas, and warning people. We believe whoever this is, they're experimenting on people. I don't know why yet. There is no difference in those missing. Everyone is a victim. We've been focusing on protecting the children first," he hummed as he lay, and she lay down next to him. "That's all I've got right now. I haven't spoken to my whispers yet. They probably have more. It's been a day or two since our last meeting."

Asta had a much bigger network of information as she had many connections on the streets. While people don't always understand the strange things they see and hear, they'll always talk. And that's what her group relies on.

" Let me play big hero tonight. You just worry about the muggers and thefts. I got it." Looking at her, Damian sees her and believes her; he has faith in her. 

"You'll tell me everything."

"Of course, I tell you everything," and she did.

-

True to her word, Robin didn't get to be involved with the case, focusing more on the current seen crime. Muggers, thugs, robbers, etc., were tonight's focus. Relatively, by vigilante standards, it was a calm night. Asta wasn't following him tonight. She had seen him off for patrol and then left for her own mightily activity. While Robin was grateful for the semi-calm patrol, he was also lonely. Not having Asta talk his ear off and having his brothers argue off and on in his ear wasn't the same. It was really annoying he was tempted to pull out his comm.

Normal families enjoy little reunions and get-togethers. Their family argued and solved murders but mostly argued recently. Nightwing needed to go home, Red Hood needed to stay in the crime alley, and Red Robin needed to dip off with whatever team he currently had, at least until everyone got their head out of their ass. 

"The lady said no," Robin said as he dropped into an alley between the lady and four thugs. Usually, the presence of Robin (especially this one) was enough to send the most simple-minded/commonly sensed criminals running.  These men appeared to be lacking common sense. Robin will blame it on drugs. The dilated pupils, runny nose, and excited behavior were obvious signs of cocaine use.

The one in the front seemed to be used the most. He seemed most excited to face Robin, bouncing on the ball of his feet and pulling out a switchblade. The three behind him seem to have more common sense or less drug use to hinder their common sense because they weren't as eager to face the most violent/sharpest Robin to date. 

Sniffling and rubbing roughly at his nose, " Take a look at his kid," he laughs.

The woman cowered against the fence as Robin pulled out his throwing blades. Before anyone could blink, Robin tossed his blade, cutting the frontman and making him drop his switchblade. Before reacting to his wound, he got two boots to the face. Using him as a springboard, he knees the next guy in the face, landing in a crouch; he comes up upper, cutting the third guy. All this happened in a minute three guys down and the fourth taking off. 

He wasn't worried about that guy. He was more hesitant than the others, and sober, he'd make better decisions after tonight.

Approaching the woman, he offers her a hand and comforts her the best way he knows: silence and gentle pats. He learned that patting from Nightwing. As the Police pulled up, Robin disappeared into the night, leaving them to handle the rest. 

A quick but satisfying save. The night continued as such, with two more attempted muggings, one store robbery, and a carjacking, as well as walking one young girl home. A relatively slow night on his part. Sitting on the roof, he was joined by a robin. He turned his comm off.

"Hello Astraea"

"Hello, Robin"

"How is the case proceeding?"

"I know that word. And we found a couple of clinics and some goons. Saved some people."  she said as she leaned on his back as he sat on the ledge. " The organization is a bit more than we thought."

"I can take the case back."

"No, it's fine. Just these.... the people they took- they're going to need a lot of help. I don't think Gotham can help them." 

"Probably not. If that is the case, they'll be moved to a place where people can." He could feel her frustration even if he wasn't looking at her. He could not provide any comfort. No matter the amount of help, these people would be damaged forever. They had been taken from rock bottom and dragged to the trench and had unspeakable things happen to them. There was no surely happy ending to this case. 

"we'll finish this. we'll finish this by the end of this week" 

"That fast?"

"That fast"

-

True to her word, Asta delivered all the necessary information to Robin before the end of the week. Robin himself chose to involve Red Robin, Red Hood, and last-minute NIghtwing, and unlike the team, maybe everyone had their purpose. Red Robin was to collect more information about the organization further, Nightwing was to comfort the victims, and Red Hood was to make sure that no one present would go unpunished if not by the law, then by him.  Red Hood was also present because many of the victims came from Crime Alley. He needed to avenge his people in some way. And he did.

-

"You did well tonight," Batman said as he and Robin stood on the roof of a neighbor's warehouse overlooking the police and emergency services as they cleaned up the aftermath of the raid. S.T.A.R. Labs had been called to help the people who were now presenting as Metahumans. Gotham would do its best to take care of them now, but as soon as they could, they'd be transferred to San Francisco and/or Metropolis to receive better and more appropriate care. " all of you did." 

Robin didn't pay attention to whatever nonsense Batman was spouting, everything but the words 'I'm proud.' He was watching below at those rescued, specifically a young boy. The boy looked no older than five. He had a fire blanket draped over his shoulder and thick padded gloves on his hands. He sat alone on the curb, a bit distant from everything, his only company being a black cat crawling all over him and rubbing itself into his stomach. She put a small smile on his face, and that was a kind thing to do at a time like this. 

Suddenly, the cat stopped and looked up, looking at him. The boy did the same thing, his smile becoming bigger as he spotted Robin looking down on him. Robin waved at him, he could hear the precious child's giggle from the rooftop. The small accomplishment had him receiving a nod in thanks from the cat in the boy's lap. Now, that had him fighting his own smile.

"Robin," the smile won, "it's time to go."

"yes, father."

[morgansunflower]

Christmas Babies 1/2

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, childbirth, angst.

Words:1472

Older! Damian Wayne X Pregnant! Wife! Reader

Bruce Wayne X Talia al Ghul

Damian and Y/N are thrilled to be parents but with that joy is worry as things do not go entirely to plan.

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V

Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose

Y/N paced in the bathroom her hands nearly shaking. She always wanted to have a baby. Though this was so soon, so soon. They'd only been married for a year and now she's pregnant. A gentle knock on the door came to her causing to startle into panic and hide the test into the bathroom trashcan.

"my love, I did not intend to startle you. Are you alright? Are you prepared for the day at the Manor"

"it's ok, you didn't scare me.. yeah Dami I'm ready.."

She opened the door, Damian kisses the top of her head. Her words become stuck in her throat as she was unable to tell him. Everyone greeted the young couple with open arms. She was completely nervous. She stood pacing in the living room alone eating a bag of chips, the exact thing she had been craving for all day. Her heart tried to calm down. Of course she was married into a family of detectives. They were sure to find out. For all she knew, Damian knows. Cassandra most definitely knows she feared. She takes a deep breath sitting down at the table exhaling deeply. This stress was exhausting her. Dinner was served. She sat right next to her spouse. While on her left side Cassandra intentionally sat right next to her. She glances down to Cassandra's phone as the text was written.

-it's OK to be scared. Damian will be thrilled to be a father. I know because he told me before he married you. You'll be such a great mother. I'm so happy for you both😁😁😁❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️-

She smiled to her, to silently thank her. Y/N didn't leave a crumb on her plate having felt extra hungry.

"so Y/N Dami you guys down for patrol?" Grayson casually asked starting conversation

"tt, of course. If you think you still have the skills old man" Damian mocked to his older brother.

"for the last time I'm not ancient or old" Grayson defended

"well of course not" Barbara laughed kissing her husband's face

"I think I'm going to take a break tonight" Y/N softly said in a apologetic tone

"awww I thought we girls could patrol for old times sake" Stephanie whined missing her, little sister..

Ever since she was young Y/N became very close to the Wayne family. Cassandra kicked Stephanie's knee to scold her sister.

"but we completely understand" she then added.

"thanks Steph, I'm going to go to the bathroom I'll be back" she said raising to her feet to go pee for the 6th time since she had been there.

Damian looked down his heart in turmoil. Something feels wrong. She had been so distant from him. He feared he did something to upset her. In truth she was scared of something happening. She wanted to wait until there was a better chance of for the baby to make it. Though that's not what Damian would have wanted. As soon as she was done with the bathroom.. She texted him to meet her in his old bedroom. Damian quickly rose from his chair to hurry to his wife.

"Aww gross please tell me they're not doing THAT"

"just shut up Dick" Jason threatened his stomach turning.

Damian sees Y/N with tears in her eyes. His heart fell now believing something was wrong. He walks to her pulling her into his arms. She smiled knowing she needed that.

"my love what's wrong? What have I done? Are you ok? Please tell me"

"it's OK, everything is OK" she dried her tearful cheeks "I'm pregnant"

He felt stiff in her touch, she lifts her head to him. He had a shocked look in his eyes that scares her.

"a baby?.. I'm going to be a father"

"yes Damian" she said her heart racing.

He smiled widely warming her heart. A Baby. A sweet little baby. He hugs her gently. His throat began to shake. He sits her on the bed and lifts her shirt over her abdomen. He kisses her very small bump. She runs her knuckles through his hair.

"beautiful" he kisses her bump "so beautiful"

As her, second trimester, they told everyone. The family were thrilled with the news. Y/N's emotions were everywhere as Damian dried each tear and shushed each worry. Though the worry increased as Y/N seemed extra exhausted, extra nauseated, and extra emotional. Talia knew the second she saw, her daughter-in-law she was pregnant. Now she was certain she was carrying twins. She called their doctor to ensure he confirm her suspicions. Talia sat in the chair her knuckles resting on her chin. Was she overstepping most certainly but she has her concerns for a reason. Bruce stepped into his room to see his wife with that certain look on her face. Oh no.

"what did you do?" he sighed

"you're absurd darling, I have done nothing"

"the last time you had that look on your face. You bought Grayson his childhood elephant Sitka to assure him you were not who he thought you were"

"and I did prove my point!.." she sighs "it's regarding.. Damian.. I.. Y/N I believe is barring twins"

"and this is upsetting for.."

"I called their doctor to confirm my worry!" she snapped

"Talia!" Bruce sighed frustrated, but he still loved her.

"do not lecture me, you of all have no right.. Alfred perhaps, but not you!"

"understood, why are you upset that she may be pregnant with twins?"

"23 years ago I told you that I had lost our baby.. That was no lie"

Bruce's heart broke in two. That was a very terrible day. He understood than that she was pregnant with not one but two, however she lost one. Thanksgiving. As the whole family again joined together for Alfred's lovely food. As it was the only time they were all together for holidays or Alfred's demands. Y/N didn't complain as she was starving and had been craving Alfred's food for weeks.

"so you two excited about the two little bundles" Stephanie exclaimed with a joyous smile

Damian's eyes soften to adoration to how truly beautiful his wife looked. He felt his heart was so warm and whole with her presence.

"very, we discussed perhaps going on a Babymoon before the twins arrive" Y/N halfway smiled in a tired tone

"NOO!!" Talia and Bruce said surprising everyone

Talia clears her throat "perhaps waiting a year would be wiser. You're body needs much rest"

Y/N couldn't help but agree "that is true..."

Damian rolled his eyes at himself. He thought the vacation would ease her rather than be worse. Christmas eve soon came after and Y/N was do in 3 days. The doctor had put her on bed rest from her contractions continuing to come closer together too soon. Y/N hated it. Damian put off patrol and work. So she loved being able to have her husband to herself. Damian stood in the workout room in their house to blow off steam. Y/N sleeps until she feels a sharp pain and winced harshly. She waited 5 minutes, shit. She can wait and let Damian do what he wants for a few minutes. She needed him for a long time. She then felt another

"f-fuck" she cursed "DAMIAN!!!!"

Damian drops the weight and runs into the bedroom. He takes his wife's hands. Her eyes tightly shut as she breaths through the contraction.

"I'll get the bags!"

Hours later....

"AHHHH!!!!!" Y/N screamed pushing her first child into the world.

"it's a boy" the doctor announced

Y/N covered her face crying. Damian smiled wider as he came closer to his child. Damian cuts the umbilical cord and takes his son with love in his eyes. A baby boy. He lays their son on her chest. Damian proudly kisses her for enduring what she did. As the baby is being cleaned. Y/N was exhausted, but she prepares to push again.

"your second child is in breech position Mr and Mrs. Wayne. We must preform a C-section!"

"no! What?! This--" Damian's whole body was nearly on the erge of shaking

She squeezed his hand "D-Dami... it's OK"

Damian looked into the Nicu both his daughter and son laid in separate cots. They were precious, so small.. So innocent. They need their mother, he needs his wife. He hears rushed approaching footsteps. He turns his head to his family their hearts falling seeing the despair in his eyes. He looks back to his little baby girl and baby boy.

"our son was here naturally however our daughter was breeched.. Y/N is.. She.." he fights every emotion down "she lost a substantial amount of blood.. They do not--" he stammered gritting his teeth tightly, cursing the tears that were now falling down his face.

[evandarya]

Ghosts Don't go to High School

{Read on AO3} {Chapter 5}

Chapter 6

Tim likes lists. When things get overwhelming, lists help him organize his thoughts into easy-to-accomplish tasks. So, after his encounter with the meta, with Phantom, Tim makes a list. 

1. Find out who Phantom is.

2. Find out who Cindy is.

3. Find out who the Ancients are.

Okay, so it's not the best list, but it's a list. 

"You let the meta get away again." A voice echoed through the cave. 

"Shut up, Damian." 

"This is the third time. Are you that much of an idiot that you can't catch a single meta?" 

"I found out his name. What have you found out about him?" Tim challenged.

"Tt. It's not like his name has been helpful." Damian said, going back to the mats.

Tim hated that the demon brat was right. There was no record of a Phantom mentioned anywhere. Not one picture, video, or even a blog post mentioning the meta. It was suspicious. Someone was hiding Phantom, but until he could figure out who, he'd have to move on. 

Cindy was marginally easier. There was a Cynthia Howe who was reported among the missing in the apartment complex fire six years ago. Her mother, Michelle, had died in the fire. Her father, Cole, was in jail serving a life sentence. 

As far as Tim could tell, Cynthia's body was never recovered. And yet, Phantom had said she was a ghost. The ghost of a little girl who missed her mommy. 

After a little digging Tim came away with a plot number and a plan of sorts. All he needed to do now was implement it. He stood up quickly and had to sit back down again as the world tilted around him. Right. He hadn't slept since he woke up late on Saturday.

"Master Tim? Are you still down here?" Alfred called from the stairs leading to the manor.

"Yes, Alfred. I was just about to head out." 

"Perhaps," Alfred said after a second of observing him. "It would be better to stay the night here. It is almost a quarter to three." 

Tim tried and failed to suppress a jaw-cracking yawn. Perhaps it would be better to stay here. He'd get to grab one of Alfred's egg sandwiches for breakfast. 

"Alright, Alfred. I think you're right." 

The pleased smile, small though it was, was not missed. "Indeed."

Right before Tim settled into sleep he wondered if Danny would like Alfred's egg sandwiches, too.

***

Alfred drove Tim to school the next day. He was taking Damian to the middle school across the street anyway, and saying 'no' to Alfred when he uses logic is impossible. But he does get to enjoy his egg sandwich and coffee on the way. Alfred didn't say anything when he grabbed two from the freezer and popped them into the microwave. 

The drive to school was quiet. Damian didn't speak to him, which was a nice change of pace to their usual spats. He had been hanging out with Jon Kent, and the other boy had been good for mellowing out his little brother. Tim wondered if it was a little bit of Ma Kent's influence, as well. 

In any case, the ride to school was almost pleasant. Tim spent it staring out the window sipping his coffee. As they drove through the Bowery he was distracted by a familiar purple backpack and red hoodie. 

"Is there something wrong?" Alfred asked from the front seat. 

"That's my lab partner, Danny." He said, "in the red hoodie." He added unnecessarily since Danny was alone on the sidewalk. Alfred pulled the car over toward the sidewalk. "What are you doing?" 

"There is no sense making the young man take public transportation if we are heading in the same direction. Invite him to ride with us." 

Tim blinked once before rolling down the window and calling out. "Danny." Danny's head swiveled around and when he spotted Tim a bright smile spread across his face. 

"Hey, Tim. What's up?" Danny said, crossing over to the car, and taking headphones out of his ears. 

"Do you want a ride to school?" Tim asked. He heard Damian scoff something about 'picking up strays' but he ignored him. 

"Sure! Thanks." Danny said. Tim popped the door open and slid over to make room for Danny to clamber in after him. "Hey! Damian. Nice to see you again." He said when he spotted him in the front seat, Damian only answered with a click of his tongue.  

"Hello, Daniel. I'm Alfred. As soon as everyone is buckled we can go." 

"Oh, sorry Alfred. Thanks for the ride." Danny said, securing his buckle. 

"So, do you live around here?" Tim asked. For some reason that caused Danny to laugh. 

"Yeah, up on Ellis," Danny said, grinning. “I’m guessing you don’t.”

“No, well, I usually stay at my apartment in Somerset, but I stayed at the Manor last night in Bristol.” Tim said. “oh, I brought something for you.” he said, pulling the second egg sandwich out of his lunch bag. “Alfred makes these amazing egg sandwiches. I thought you might like it.”

“Wow, coffee yesterday, and breakfast this morning?” Danny said, accepting the sandwich. “You’re spoiling me.” 

“Can we cease the incessant chatter?” Damian demanded from the front seat. “I, for one, prefer to begin my day in peace.”

Danny cleared his throat as a blush crept up his neck and stared out the window. 

They rode the rest of the way to the school in silence except for Danny telling Alfred how good the sandwich was. Damian was dropped off first, and then Tim and Danny were driven across the street to the high school. They split up for their first class, and Tim was in a great mood for most of the morning. It was as he was heading to lunch that things started to go bad. 

“Hey, Fenton!” Tim paused putting his books in his locker and looked around. He didn’t see Danny, but Alex Duncan must have. There was a crowd forming down the hall, and he could see Alex’s red hair among the crowd. Tim crept closer to the crowd, wary but ready to jump in if necessary. The crowd was surrounding Danny and Alex, blocking all escape routes. From where Tim was standing he had a pretty good view of the scene. Danny had his back against the wall, lockers at his back, and Alex was standing close enough that he could probably grab him without too much effort.

“Saw you getting out of Wayne’s car this morning,” Alex said. “You’re spending a lot of time with him?” 

“What are you talking about, Duncan? I’ve never even met Wayne.” Danny said, adjusting the straps on his backpack. 

“I saw you at the coffee shop with his kids. It won’t be long before you’re one of ‘em.” Duncan said with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows. Tim felt anger building in his chest as the crowd laughed. He had heard the rumors that people had spread when Bruce had taken in Dick, and again with Jason. He thought that kind of talk had died. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Danny asked, a dangerous quality to his voice. 

“Just that Wayne has a type and a pretty little thing like you? Well, let's just say you’ll fit right in.” Alex said with a smirk. 

Danny went eerily still. Tim wasn’t sure he was even breathing. His eyes flicked to Tim’s for a second, searching for something, before going back to Alex. “You think I’m pretty?” 

“What? What are you, some kind of fag?” Alex said with disgust. 

“You’re the one who called me pretty,” Danny said, a feral grin stretching across his face. “Which, I’m flattered, but you aren’t my type. I prefer guys with two brain cells to rub together.” 

The crowd 'oohed at that. Alex’s face twisted in anger. “What did you just say to me?” 

“I said if brains were dynamite, you wouldn’t have enough to blow your nose.” 

“I will end you!” Alex yelled. Tim saw it happen as if in slow motion. Alex threw a right hook, Danny flinched, and the punch landed squarely on Danny’s cheek. His nose immediately began to bleed. Danny’s feral smile became even more sinister as blood dripped down his face and onto his jacket. Alex reared back for another blow when Tim stepped forward and put a hand on Alex’s arm. 

“That’s enough, Alex.”

“What is going on here?” the Vice Principal’s voice echoed down the hall. The crowd scattered, leaving Danny, Alex, and Tim square in his sights. “Come with me, the three of you.” 

Vice Principal McBride said.

Danny, instead of following Mr. McBride, headed in the opposite direction. 

"Mr. Fenton, where do you think you're going?" 

"To the bathroom. I don't feel like bleeding all over my jacket." Danny said without turning around. 

Mr. McBride mumbled something before turning to Tim. "Mr. Drake, would you keep an eye on him? And bring him to the office when he gets that under control." 

Tim headed after Danny with a nod. He found the other boy in the first boy's room he came across. Danny had a wad of paper towels pressed against his face, already soaking through with red. There were splatters of blood on the counter and darker splotches of red on Danny's red jacket. 

"Danny? You okay?" Tim asked, taking in his shaking hands.

Danny met his eyes in the mirror and nodded. "Yeah, it's not the first time I’ve been punched in the face. Won't be the last.” Danny pulled the paper towel away from his face and cursed as blood dripped into the sink. "Hey, in my backpack is a red first aid kit, can you grab it?" He asked, wadding up some more paper towels.

"Yeah, sure," Tim said, unzipping the bag. He found the kit easily enough, since it was about the size of a lunch box, and handed it to Danny. He opened it one-handed and pulled out a nasal spray. Danny stuck one end up the nostril and pressed down, his face scrunching up in discomfort. When he pulled the device out, though, the bleeding had stopped.

"What is that?" Tim asked as Danny cleaned the tip with an alcohol swab.

"It's a styptic spray. It stops bleeding, but it burns like hell." Danny put the spray back into the kit and closed it before washing the blood from his hands and face. "Do you know how to get blood out of clothes?" 

"Uh, no. I could ask Alfred." Alfred could get anything out of anything.

"Right. 'cause that wouldn't be a concerning text to get in the middle of the day." Danny snorted. "I'm guessing McBride sent you to come and get me?"

"Yeah. He wants us to go to the office." Danny put the first aid kit back into his bag and tossed the bloody paper towels into the trash.

"Right," Danny said, holding the door open for Tim. They started walking back to the office.  

"So, you're gay?" Tim asked awkwardly after a minute.

"That's what you're worried about?" Tim shifted awkwardly. "No, Not exactly." Danny said "I like guys and girls. I think Pan describes it best." Danny stuck his hands in his jacket pocket.

"And your parents...when you came out..." Tim trailed off, unsure where the sentence was going to go.

"I didn't exactly come out. When Jazz brought home her first boyfriend, she didn't have to have a conversation about it. So when I brought home a boy for the first time... I didn't realize coming out was something people had to do. I didn't know anyone had a problem with it until Dash's parents freaked out when they caught us holding hands."

“What happened?” 

“Well, Dash didn’t want to play with me anymore. He’s a lot like Duncan now.” Danny said, shrugging his shoulders. "So far in the closet that he's almost in Narnia." Danny was quiet for a minute before he spoke up again. “What he said wasn’t true, right? About Wayne?” 

“No, of course not,” Tim said. “Bruce would rather die than hurt a kid like that.” Danny nodded. They had reached the office and the secretary waved them through into the vice principal's office. Alex was already there, arms crossed over his chest. 

"Now that we are all here." Mr. McBride began. "We can discuss what happened. As you are all aware, Gotham Academy has a zero-tolerance policy for fighting. So you will each be receiving a three-day suspension." 

"What?!" Danny half yelled.

"Mr. Fenton. Please…" 

"No, I will not!" Danny was on his feet now. "I get assaulted in your school, and I get suspended?"

"It's school policy for everyone involved in the fight to receive the same punishment." 

"I'm on scholarship! If I get suspended, I lose it. How's it fair that the guy who assaulted me gets three days off, and I lose my scholarship?" 

"The school has nothing to do with your scholarship."

"And Tim didn't even do anything, except try and stop the fight. He shouldn't get punished for that!" 

"Mr. Fenton." Mr. McBride stood up quickly, apparently done with being shouted down at. "That is enough. The punishment stands as is. Now, the three of you will go out to the front office and wait for your guardians to come to get you." 

Alex was the first to leave the room, practically bolting out the door. Tim stood, but Danny was still staring Mr. McBride down as if he were trying to set him on fire with his eyes. Then, Danny let out a long breath and turned around sharply, and marched out the door, Tim following behind him. 

It took ten minutes for Bruce to get to the school. When he walked into the office his eyes zeroed in on Tim, surreptitiously checking for injuries. "Are you alright, Tim? They said you were in a fight."

"I'm fine," Tim said, waving away Bruce's concern. "I tried to stop a fight." 

"Then, why are you in trouble?" 

Danny snorted. "The school has a zero-tolerance policy." 

Bruce eyed Danny's cheek, which was already starting to bruise, and the dried blood that he hadn't managed to clean off with the school's cheap paper towels. Then to Alex's bruised knuckles, no doubt putting the scene together from context clues. 

"Wait here, I'm going to have a chat with the Vice Principal." Bruce disappeared into the office. 

"Alright, I'm out," Danny said, standing up and heading out the door.

"What? You can't go." Tim said, chasing after him. "Danny, wait." Tim reached out and grabbed his jacket, holding him in place. "What about your parents?"

"They're at work. They won't be able to check their phones until around six tonight. I'm not staying here until then." Danny said. "Your dad will get you off suspension, so I'm going home." Danny tugged his jacket out of Tim's grasp and headed out of the school. 

Danny had been correct about Bruce getting his suspension lifted, and an apology from the Vice Principal to boot. No one mentioned Danny's disappearance. 

Tim started a new list on the ride home. 

1. Get Alex Duncan expelled

2. Make sure Danny doesn't lose his scholarship.

[unordinary-but-extraordinary]

Helllooo sorry I’ve been gone so long I promise I will continue the story “He didn’t know a bet would lead him to the love of his life.” And while I’m at it I will like to present the story I’ve been working on for the past 2-3 years…

The story will start with a small moment in the present and then a dream will move us to the past and slowly it will move to the present again. Sounds complicated but it will all make sense soon.

Marinette’s first encounter with Damian and his mother.

The story of our life’s

The wayne manor is awfully quiet as everyone is drifting off to sleep after a long patrol, even Tim is drifting to sleep while working on yet another file, coffee having no effect this time (he hit a wall body shutdown... in process)

The old butler sighs and puts a blanket on top of the young man he looks out the window to the bright moon with no clouds to cover it and he lets a small smile show, he can feel it, something is about to happen and this time in a very long time he cannot wait to know what it is.

In Dream Land With Damian

Damian is recalling a childhood memory, one were he is feeling happy...RARE for him in the League there's no happiness other than when the enemy is finished off and yet that's just the feeling of being proud nevertheless he won’t bother trying to guess he’s about to find out….

11 years ago.

“We have found the enemies hide out,” says a shadow at the other end of the room.

Talia turns to look at Damian, “this mission will take longer then expect Damian so I’ll give you a task.. A test per say.”

Damian scowled in order to cover up his hurt expression. He was feeling unwanted and he hated it, (when will I ever meet her expectations?) Damian turned to look at his mother, he tried to speak with an icy tone but his voice was still very kid-like much to his dislike, “what would it be Mother?”

Talia looks around and spots a young girl with dark hair smiling and waving goodbye to an old lady; perhaps her grandma? Talia doesn’t concern herself with that and points, “that girl with pigtails learn her secrets and make sure to be on plain sight.”

Damian looks at the girl and studies her for a moment, “gain her trust to learn her secret very well. Deposing her body won’t be a problem because she's small. However why plain sight? You’ve taught me the target should never have the privilege of seeing us for we are assassins of the shadows.…”

Damian watches the whole scene play out and repeats the same words Talia is saying; “not all missions will be that easy Damian, in some you’ll need to be in plain sight and blend with the crowd .. Act your age while we are on this mission no child talks like a 40 year old..”

Tt.. that was the first time he recalls his mother making fun of the way he spoke, but also the first time she showed him how to do a mission outside of the shadows. His thoughts are interrupted by his younger self's voice.

“yes mother”

Talia looks at Damian as he walks away with a smirk which could make anyone easily miss the pain in her eyes, “ I wish I could do more for you Damian.”

Damian hadn’t followed his old self just yet waiting to see what his mother would do behind his back, he hadn’t expected to see her act so..sad? It confused him. Why would she be feeling sad?

Damian followed the girl everywhere she went; he was getting annoyed she hadn’t noticed. He started thinking of just going up to her but that was against what his mother said so he just stayed and observed, two older men tried to grab the girl and Damian almost stepped in but saw her turn to look at the guy and smiled before flipping him. She looked scared and then a woman called nonna appeared next to her.

Gina walked out of the shadows with a grind in her face, “ atta girl, that's how it's done.”

“Gina!?” the two older men exclaimed, earning them a glare.

“you! don’t dare Gina me what where ya trying to do to my precious little fairy?” Gina was pissed she wanted to check out a shop and let marinette go by herself to a nearby store, but when she hadn’t seen her she started to worry; she asked the women who she last saw Marinette talking to as to what direction she had gone in, once she found out she rushed to her, she knew marinette had been learning “self defense” from her maman but Gina was not prepared to see her granddaughter flip a man, 2x larger than her like it was nothing..

“We saw her alone and tried to get her attention but she didn’t hear us. We were only trying to help her since there was no adult with her. I promise.” One of the men quickly said.

Marinette, realizing what she had done, started apologizing that she hadn’t fully processed what she did. She was only thinking of her maman “the moment they grab you use this technique to use their own weight against them. “

Damian had been watching the whole time he didn’t recall this happening. Why couldn’t he remember the girl's face?

Damian's younger self decided to step closer and tried to act like a boy he saw nearby.

Damian cringed, he felt embarrassed at his young self’s actions. How could he have thought that was a good impression???

Damian started pretending to stammer and look embarrassed(pathetic was the only word repeating on his mind) “um excuse me? I-..”

“Oh well hello there are you lost ? What's your name?” Gina said patiently, waiting for the boy's reply.

“I’m Damian. I wanted to talk to your granddaughter but I couldn’t bring myself to... could I play with her”

Damian watched as the interaction went along (the second hand embarrassment burned) before he shifted to a different time, he watched as his younger self hung out more with the girl; small fractions of memories. He felt himself being pulled yet again to a new setting. His younger self was in a room with his mother explaining how flexible and good at Chinese martial arts she was. His mother looked intrigued by this. He explained how the girl had sharp eyes and amazing senses. She proved this while she made him a scarf that matched him well. Then finally the secret.

Damian watched his younger self, he was curious about this girl's secret.

“ Her secret is that she has no secrets”

Talia and Damian asked in usion “what?”

His younger self stiffend but didn't back down “ she hold no secrets she is an open book to good for her own good”

After a moment Talia softly spoke“ you’ve done well. Your mission is over and we leave in 3 days”

Damian scowled at the whole thing he hated the fact he wasted his time in a stupid dream and never found out the girls name. His younger self spoke, making him pause and listen. What could be so important for him to speak after getting told the mission was completed?

“Mother, if I may ask shouldn’t we take her? She has a great potential that could help the league and her sharpness would be a great advantage. Grandfather also mentioned choosing a betrothed for myself. She would make an adequate candidate if not a bride. She is bearable compared to the rest of the imbeciles I’ve seen and she would be loyal to me, not grandfather. It’d be a waste to dispose of her while she’s this young.”

Damian flushed red… How could I have said such a thing? I would never ! I don't remember saying this..

“you're right, however she is a girl your grandfather will see as unworthy. She is a normal child. I'm sure she has never seen blood. It's best she remains as she is. As well if the girl was not loyal to your grandfather she would be killed in order for a new bride to take her place. If you're worried about assassinating her, we won’t be disposing of her. She still has good use; we may encounter her again someday.”

Damian saw his younger self expression darken.. While trying to say how it didn’t matter to him if the girl died or not. This caused Damian to pause and think when did he get such childlike emotions?

His younger self left to see the girl. The girl upon seeing his younger self dashed to his side and gave him a pair of training clothes.

“What's this for?”

“your old ones looked too worn so..uh I copied their style and added more protection you can’t tell but I.. I hope you like it.” Marinette had seen the bruises in one of their play dates and she took it upon herself to make him clothes that would protect him.

Damian gives her a sad smile, “ I'll wear it.”

Marinette gives him a sweet smile, “ I'm leaving today so I wanted to give this to you. it was nice meeting you I’m sorry I didn't tell you sooner I just found out today! But I’m glad you were able to relax the way you talk..”

Gina interrupts their conversation, “ my little fairy we have to go now hop on already! it was nice meeting you damian.”

Damian nods, he could only see the girl get on the bike and give her a small wave before disappearing into the distance. He went back to his mother and explained what had occurred. Talia studied the outfit and told him she approved of it. 3 days later and they were gone. Damian forgetting all about the girl.

After saying her goodbyes Marinette was a bit down she hoped they would meet again..even though he never got to know her name she hoped he would remember her. Gina knew what Marinette was thinking about but stayed silent.. Damian didn’t ask for Marinettes name because he didn’t want to get attached but how could she tell Marinette that. It would break her little fairies heart so she stayed quiet and rode her bike to their next destination.

[bewitched-forest]

Formula for a Crime Scene - Ch 4

Circumstances leave Artemis Fowl and Danny Fenton living in Gotham to attend Gotham Academy with Damian Wayne. More circumstances lead to the three boys becoming unlikely friends, and eventually something more. Now the three must navigate a world of superheroes, fairies, and ghosts together.

The worldbuilding of this fic was co-written by my friend, @half-dead-ham, and myself! They will be posting their own Crime Scene (The name of the ship as dubbed by another friend, @thetoyboxs) fic that will have similar plotlines, as we made them together! So behave!

[Ao3 Link Here]

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Damian crossed his arms, glaring at the door. Next to him stood Drake, equally upset. It appeared that Father had neglected to inform both him and Drake that for the entirety of the school year, they would be entertaining a guest. The son of some family friend. Not to mention, some war colleague of Alfred’s who served as the guest’s bodyguard.

A knock on the door sounds, causing Damian to straighten up. Best to establish quickly that he would not tolerate any sort of trick this new guest will be playing on him. He watches as Alfred walks forward, opening the door with a smile.

“Ah. Master Fowl, it's a pleasure to meet you. And Butler, it's great to see you again, old friend,” says Alfred warmly, stepping out of the way. “Please come in.”

Damian raises an eyebrow as the taller of the two, most likely Butler steps in. He’s easily taller than Jason, standing well over 6 feet. From what Damian could see, the man was well built. Honestly, the man could probably last in a fight against Killer Croc or Solomon Grundy.

“Thank you so much Pennyworth. And apologies once again for the delay,” said Butler.

Damian glanced over at Tim, catching him doing the same. So. Neither of them had known that, apparently, this Artemis Fowl and his bodyguard were actually supposed to be here earlier.

“It's quite alright, Butler. I know a thing or two about teenagers and their behavior.”

Damian can hear a huff, causing him to look over at the culprit. Dressed in a well tailored suit, stands a boy. Artemis Fowl. Their supposed guest, who was going to be attending Gotham Academy with him. Well, he’d already missed the first day, and Damian supposed he’ll 

miss tomorrow as well due to the time difference between Ireland and Gotham.

Damian scowled, measuring up Fowl. He stood with a good posture, but his body language could easily be read that he wasn’t too fond of this arrangement either. When Damian gets to looking at Fowl’s face, he scowls further as he sees Fowl staring at him with a smirk. Already, Damian could tell that Fowl would be trouble.

Fowl steps forward, expression shifting to something bored, and offers his hand to Damian. “Artemis Fowl. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Damian squints, taking the hand and shaking it before pulling away. “Damian Wayne.”

Fowl raises an eyebrow, before switching his hand to Drake. Drake shakes it, introducing himself as well. Damian watches as Fowl goes back to standing at Butler’s side after shaking Alfred’s hand, looking around at all of them.

“Now then. Master Damian, would you please show Master Fowl to his room?” said Alfred. Damian snapped his attention to him. Surely the old man was joking. But no, Alfred looked perfectly serious.

“Tt. This way,” says Damian, not even bothering to wait for Fowl before he turns and heads up the stairs. Though, judging by the soft pattering of feet behind him, Fowl had managed to keep up well enough.

“Mind telling me what you know about the fact that Mr. Pennyworth and Butler know each other?” asks Fowl, catching up to walk next to him.

Damian scoffs. “We were not informed of that fact until we were informed about your arrival after Drake and I returned home from school.” Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Fowl raise an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you and Timothy brothers? Why refer to him with a last name?”

“That is none of your business, Fowl.” Damian stops abruptly outside Fowl’s door, causing him to stumble a bit as he stops. For some reason beyond him, Alfred decided to place Fowl in the empty room next door to him. Damian opens the door, shoving it open. “This is your room. Mine is to the left. It's off limits.”

Damian looks at Fowl to see him smiling, mischievously. “As if I would enter your room, Damian. I have zero intention of rubbing shoulders before I get sent back home.” Fowl walks into his room, Damian knitting his brows together.

Sent back home? Fowl, whoever he was, Damian didn’t get ample enough time to look at Drake hogging the bat computer, was already planning to be sent home. Damian narrows his gaze at Fowl, looking him up and down. To a regular person, Fowl might seem relaxed, more than one really should be when entering a new setting. But Damian could spot the tenseness in his shoulders. 

This boy was suspicious. Despite reportedly being a civilian according to Drake, he had the ability to disguise his body language to the ordinary individual.

“Tt,” Damian says before turning away, stalking back down the stairs to find one of the entrances to the bat cave. He needed to do research.

Damian spots Pennyworth and the other guest, Butler, through the door to the dining room. He raises an eyebrow before ducking into Father’s study. After firmly locking the door, he walks over to the grandfather clock. He adjusts the clock's time, stepping back as it slides open. After glancing back at the door, he steps into the elevator and descends into the cave.

He barely stalls when the door opens, descending down the stairs with a vault before walking to the Bat computer. He starts it up as he sits in the chair, adjusting so he can be centered with the screen.

He opens the Batcomputer’s search function, typing in the words ‘Artemis Fowl.’ Immediately, several results appear. For both an Artemis Fowl Sr. and an Artemis Fowl Jr. Damian squints, retyping to specify the search for the later.

He scowls as the searches readjust themselves, the top proving to be a case conducted by Interpol. Opening the case files, he reads through. Apparently, Artemis Fowl Jr. was suspected for several counts of First Degree robbery, breaking and entering, and a number of other charges. To summarize, Fowl was a suspected felon. The problem was that he couldn’t be accused, as all evidence was purely circumstantial.

Damian stands up, closing the files before turning off the computer. One thing for sure, Artemis Fowl could not be trusted. Which means leaving him to be alone in the manor would not be acceptable.

Damian shoots back up the elevator, stepping into the study and adjusting the clock hands behind him. He unlocks the door before stepping out into the hallway, walking back to Fowl’s room. He spots the open door, stepping into the doorway and looking in.

Fowl sits on his bed, legs crossed and laptop on his lap. His chin rests in his hand, obscuring the view of the lower half of his face. Damian straightens up, staring him down.

Damian clears his throat, causing Fowl to look up at him.

“Oh. Damian. Is something the matter?” he asks.

“Pennyworth told me we ought to talk, considering our ages,” Damian replies. Obviously, Pennyworth has said no such thing. Though Damian wouldn’t put it past the old man to suggest it at some point.

Fowl chuckles, drawing an eyebrow raise from Damian. “I shouldn’t be surprised. He is Butler’s friend after all. Suppose the two of them would be similar.”

Damian squints, stepping into the room. “What do you mean by that?”

“Butler suggested the same thing. That I should take this as an opportunity to socialize with a peer. Based on our similar social status and our same age.” Fowl smiles for a moment while he talks before it's replaced with an amused but bored look.

“Hm,” replies Damian, standing beside Fowl’s bed.

Fowl stands up, causing Damian to narrow his eyes. “Well then. Since it appears we must socialize, mind showing me around?

Damian huffs. “Fine. Follow me.” Damian walks out of the room, listening for the pattering of feet behind him.

He walks through the house, showing Fowl the various rooms and telling what they are. He raises an eyebrow when they get to the main library, as Fowl drifts into the center of the room and looks around.

“Just how many books do you have in here?”

Damian hums. “A thousand at least, I believe. I don’t know, this library is older than even Father.”

Fowl looks back at Damian, raising an eyebrow. “Older? So it must’ve been Martha and Thomas Wayne’s, then.”

Damian glares, crossing his arms. “How do you know their names?”

Fowl smirks. “Come on. Gotham is infamous, even across international borders. You really believe I wouldn’t do my research on the family that will be housing me for the foreseeable future? That’s a fool’s errand.”

Damian blinks. The honest answer was… unexpected. Fowl openly admitted to doing research on them. He probably knew their names before they had even introduced themself. Damian’s expression sours. 

“Come on. You said you wanted a tour. There’s still more.” Damian heads out the room, keeping his arms crossed as he finishes the tour with Fowl.

[batstorm93672]

What about a story where Damian has an avent like a art competition or something and Damian told his family and he's really excited to show them what he did but no one shows up because they either forgot or they thought it was on another day and Damians really upset that no one came to support him but doesn't say anything because he doesn't want to seem like a kid and than someone remembers and asks when it is and he tells them that it already past and he won. I've thought about for awhile if you can't tell.

"Father, there is... an event at school. I've signed up due to talent in art and I have already extended invitation to the rest of the family. I would be happy if you could come"

He was obviously shy on even asking, yet he looked hopefully up at Bruce. "Of course, it's always amazing to see your art. When is it?" "Here is the paper"

They all said they would, so why is no one here? He can't even begin to recall how many adults he saw enter with smiles as they looked at their child's art. He understands why Bruce might not be able to come... but not even Alfred or Dick? They would make time for him right? Did they not care? Others went past his and complimented the work, he would smile which would never reach his eyes.

Even when awarded for first place he smiled yet felt no pride or joy. He asked everyone... and no one came.

The bell mainly used to know when to go to the next class, rung to show that time is up.

Damian slung his bookbag strap over his shoulder and left, clutching the ribbon they awarded him. A blue ribbon with a shiny gold "1st Place" plastered on it. Tacky yet it held value. Getting in the car with Alfred at the helm.

"Greetings Master Damian, how was school today?"

"It was well Pennyworth" The tip of his tongue the question remained "Why didn't any of you show?" Yet he bit his tongue, he isn't a child, he won't whine or complain about it like a five year old.

.

The day went on, dinner was uneventful and no one seemed to even remember. Or did they not care?

Aren't they proud? They always urge me to do things that any child would yet they don't even show. They said they would and they lied. Tt. Don't know why I even try at this point, it was a mistake to even sign up in the first place.

Two days later during breakfast, Damian believed that he would go another day fuming over the event.

"Damian, when is that art show at your school? Did you finish your project?" Everyone looked expectant as they awaited the answer. Damian stabbed at his food harshly and frowned. "It was two days ago, I got first place"

It got silent, then an uproar of apologies.

"I thought it was tomorrow!"

"Oh my god Damian I'm sorry!"

"Shit two days!? How the hell did I forget?"

"Crap I had it saved on my phone too!"

"Oh no I mixed it up!"

"I'm so sorry"

"Tt. Stop lying, it's unbecoming of you all. If you didn't care to show then say that"

"Master Damian we always care for your work. The mistake is upon us for forgetting your special event"

"Dames why didn't you say anything?"

"I assumed you didn't care to show, so I thought it best not to whine like a toddler"

Bruce held Damian's hand and looked to be full of regret "We're so sorry for not making it. How can we make it up to you?" Damian moved his hand away from Bruce's and crossed his arms. "I don't need your pity. It's over, no use dwelling in it"

"Son please, we want to make it up. May we see the finished project?"

"It's in my room"

They all followed.

Highly detailed realistic colored painting of Titus, Alfred the cat and Ace sleeping by each other as a stream of sunlight was casted over them peeking from the curtain window. The details were immaculate, as was the guilt.

"I... thought none of you cared to show, I was really excited to be there. I wanted to try and no one showed. I wasn't even glad I won, honestly the ribbon feels dull"

"Damian we are so sorry. We can do whatever you want if it can help show how much we regret missing your event"

"You... really didn't mean to miss the event? You all wanted to go?"

"Of course we did. It's our fault we mixed the dates up, we love to see your work out there and it's amazing you got first place. We just wish we were there to see it"

"Okay... can we go out to the arcade?"

"We can spend the day doing whatever you want. Let's get ready to go out"

[perpetuallytiredandtired]

Reverse Batfam au but Damian still has the metal spine

In this au, Bruce is still missing and Damian (who was already co-parenting with Alfred from the beginning) takes up most of Bruce's duties

Cold seasons are a bitch and Damian just wants to lay in bed, watch some found family anime (Spy x Family and Mairimashita! Iruma-kun are amazing ok), and sleep (and he may or may not have that date with Jon later)

but Nope.

Absolutely Not. his spinal column practically said to him

he has a lot of Commitments like driving Cass to her dance classes, going to Dick and Jason's parent-teacher conferences, deal with the PTA (Janice can go die in a ditch the next time she insinuates his children brothers are less than her useless bullying welp--), and he has to take care of some WE buisness

but by the gods do his back hurt

he tries to get up, and he successfully does, boy does Damian have some regrets now

He slowly makes his way down to the kitchen, where everyone staying in the manor gathers to eat

All he can do is pretend everything is alright until the boys will be dropped off to school and Cass' class is not until 3 pm

He is welcomed by the bright smiles that have been missing for quite some time

No Duke he is quite alright, and no there is no major problems

Of course, Alfred noticed

Oh god, of course, he got The Eyebrow (where else would he have gotten it?)

Thank goodness Alfred stays quiet until Duke leaves to drop the younger boys to school

"Really Master Damian?" "-tt- I just need some painkillers and I'll be fine"

((I'll continue this tomorrow--remind me))

continuation pt.2 pt.3

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Graveyard Siblings (11)

What the shit is this text limit thing? Someone tell me how to get around it.

Edit: I think I fixed it

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)-(Part 10)

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Jason came up with the idea for a bucket list of what Maria wants to do before experiencing death for a second time.

The other Bat kids pitched in some ideas. Maria got one of Jason’s old Red Hood helmets for them to put suggestions on on slips of paper and she read them out one by one if it would go on her official list or not. (Some of them might have been from Bruce but no one is really sure.)

“Visit Hawaii. This is definitely from Duke. So cliche for a bucket list.”

“I am just saying B is a billionaire and you are a millionaire yourself. A trip to Hawaii is easy for you. You can even buy your own island if you wanted to.”

“Good point. Buy a private island.” Maria wrote it down on her list.

“I call dibs on the island.” Stephanie said.

“I will leave the Buginette Isle to my dear sister/friend Stephanie Brown in my will.”

“Come on. I gave you the idea. Not fair.” Duke complained.

“Fine, you get 45% of the island since you give the idea but Step called dibs first so she gets the other 55%.”

“What are you kids doing?” Bruce said as he got back home from WE with Tim in tow.

“Maria is going to leave 55% of her new island to me and the rest of it to Duke in her will.”

Maria picked another one from the pill bucket.

“Prank Ra’s. Yes. Definitely going on the list.”

“No.”

“Come on, B. I have done it like a dozen times before. One more for old times’ sake. It’s not like it’s going to hurt the guy.”

“You did what before? When?”

Cue Maria retelling some of the pranks she had pulled on the Head of the League of Assassins over the years.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why am I not surprised? Just don’t get caught.”

“Promise. Thank you, B.” Bruce grunted before going in search of some aspirin.

“Next one. Hide and Seek in IKEA? Sounds fun.” (*wink*)

“How about this one? Steal the Batmobile and enter a drag race with it.” Tim read. “This has Jason written all over it.”

“On the list. Next one, Buy, with the ‘me’ crossed out, a peacock. Alright, one peacock for Damian Wayne.”

“Yes! I mean..tt whatever.”

“Take good care of Marin the peacock when I am gone, okay?”

“Because such a magnificent animal deserves the best that I can accept this condition and Marin is an adequate name for a peacock.”

“Why, thank you, Damian. Name it after one of the best people I know. Right, try skinny dipping. No. Never. Absolutely not. Who suggested this?”

“It was me.” Stephanie admitted. “Do it you coward.”

“Nope. Next one. Beat the highest free-falling record. Bet. How high is the current one?”

A while later,

“Waffle eating contest. Steph, yes, I will do this. Steal one thing from each of the Justice League members. All of them?”

“No, just the core members.”Dick said, “Maybe from the Titans. And the Young Justice. And the Outlaws. Not us though.”

“I can do part of this with this next one. Steal Kypto and hide him from the Supers. Isn’t that Superman’s dog?”

“Yes.” Tim answered

“Okay, I think we are nearly done with this list. Oh, I nearly forgot.” Maria said as she scribbled her next thing for her very long bucket list.

Jason read over her shoulder, “Fulfil lifelong dream of owning a hamster and naming it-”

The alarm for when an Arkham breakout happens rang on everyone’s phone.

“Damn. We can finish up later. Thanks for today, guys.”

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Jason and Maria go coffin shopping like shopping for a new car and slowly freaking out the coffin maker. Maria, lying in a coffin: I mean this one is nice but I feel like there is something missing. Jason: What about your old one? M, gets out of the coffin: Jason, I was 16 when I died. J: So? M: It means it won’t fit me anymore. I have grown a lot taller since then. Also I punched my way out so there is a hole in it. I don’t want any dirt touching my corpse. J: You punched your way out? That’s gotta hurt. M: Not everyone was buried with a belt buckle. If you recall, I was wearing a dress. A nice one but it had no belt buckle. Maybe I should have some brass knuckle when I am buried. They continue looking. M: Do you think I should custom order one where it opens up from the inside? J: Go for it. Have fun digging through 6 feet of dirt. M: Son of a bitch, I forgot about the dirt. J: I think I saw Timmy once drew some designs for coffins when one of us has to fake our deaths and be buried alive to sell the act. M: You think he can help? J: Let’s go ask him. M: Sure. I can’t find what I want here anyway. Coffin Maker as they leave: Fucking rich people.

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Everytime, Mari and any of the Bats who get into trouble along with her, Hell-bat pulls out the ‘I am dying soon and this was on my bucket list’ card on Batman. Batman just sighed and let them off the hook.

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Harley: Kid, you know that I have done some crazy stuff but this is one of the craziest activities I have participated in.

M: My last funeral was shitty. I wanted to plan my own funeral this time.

Ivy: So why are we doing this exactly?

M: Oh, right, I haven’t told you guys yet. Once I get my revenge on the dick who made my life hell for years, the universe will send me back to where I am supposed to be.

H: Oh. Yea, where’s that, sweetie?

M: The Afterlife.

Selina: You are dying? Again?!

Ivy and Harley: Again?!

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“Todd-Wayne, please tell me that you are joking?!” Chloe shrieked in disbelief “But I thought you said that the spell was what brought you back.”

Kagami was trying to calm a distressed Chloe and still processing the information that her first friend was going to die. Again.

Luka put a hand on her shoulder, “Tell us it’s not true, Melody.”

Alix stayed quiet through the entire exchange.

“Alix, say something. Tell her to stop pranking us.”

The Rabbit wielder just looked away from everyone’s gaze. She looked unusually sombre as she said softly, “It’s true, Chloe. Maria. She has to go back after Gabriel is done. That was the deal and Fluff explained it to me. It involved a lot of talk about balance, the scales tipping from creation to destruction and it being maintained.”

“Bullshit. If that were true, Maria would still stay here with us. To celebrate that scumbag’s defeat together. But the moment that no-good spineless butterfly man meets his due, Maria has to go. It’s not fair. It’s just ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.”

Chloe throws her one of her infamous tantrums while the others try to calm her down from it.

It was hours later after many tears were shed, pillows and other objects were thrown, shouting that all of Paris probably heard, the group was found in a human pile on the ground. Simply hugging each other for what might be the last time they would see their dear friend again.

“Guys, I have to go.” Mari said as she tried to pry off a sleeping Chloe’s grip of steel so she could head back to her room to sleep. To her surprise, Kagami took her hand and rested her head on Mari’s shoulder. “Stay with us for a little while longer, Mari-hime.”

Alix and Luka nodded in agreement. “Just for a while longer, Melody.”

“Who knows it might be the last time we will see each other again.”

“Okay.” Maria sighed and smiled, “Just a little while longer.”

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“Pixie? What are you doing up here?”

“Today’s the big day.” Mari tried and failed to sound excited about the prospect of Gabriel Agreste finally meeting his doom. “Last time I will ever see the sun rise in Gotham like this.”

They were on the roof of Wayne Enterprise.

Red Hood sat next to Hellbat and wrap his arm around her shoulder.

After a moment of silence, “I will miss you, Pixie.”

“I will miss you too. You big sentimental oaf.”

“I am trying to have a nice moment with you here. Since it’s like your last day or something.”

Maria softened at that, “Hood, no. Jay, (insert sentimental declaration. Reminder that he still has the rest of the Batfam and he doesn’t have to grief alone. Extract promise of not doing anything stupid.) I don’t want to see you on the other side any time soon. Now, shut up and watch the sunrise with me.”

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Gabriel at the other side of the world was on edge. He hadn’t slept at all last night, willing Natalie to turn back a minute before sunrise.

But that didn’t happen and he knew that Doomsday was upon him.

Over the past few days, he had grown incredibly paranoid and try to find ways to escape his supposed ‘fate’. He wondered how Ladybug was planning to bring about his downfall.

Natalie watched her boss with worry in both human and bird form as he came up with possible ways his ‘downfall’ might go.

(insert that meme with guy with a crazed look in his eyes in front of a wall filled with theories and red string.)

“Gabriel Agreste,” a familiar voice called out although it was firm and strong and no longer riddled with anxiety it had when it was under Gabriel’s care.

Gabriel turned to the voice and saw the butterfly kwami, looking at him with a grin that was similar to a cat that caught a canary.

“Nooroo. I order you to tell me what Ladybug was planned for me.”

“Well, Master,” the kwami mockingly said the title, “In case you have forgotten. You no longer have my Miraculous and it is under the Guardian’s protection. You can’t control me. Not anymore.”

“Then, where is your Guardian?”

“She will be here shortly. But Dusuu and I were tasked with ‘warming’ you up for the big event.”

“Dusuu?”

“Someone called my name?” The blue kwami appeared with a sinister smile on their face.

“What are you going to do?” Gabriel asked, fearful of the kwamis who once cowered under him and looked more than happy for some payback.

“I won’t give you all the details but did you know that kwamis aren’t allowed to use their powers without a holder to buffer it?” Dusuu started and they started glowing a bright blue.

“Without a holder, our powers are unpredictable and powerful enough to effect reality. The Guardian just gave us free pass to use them on you.” Nooroo continued, also glowing.

Gabriel tried to run but his limbs appeared to be frozen in place and he can’t move. Later, he realised the reason behind his immobilisation is the thin glowing purple string that is attached to his joints. Dusuu giggled and moved their flippers so Gabriel is standing up straight.

Nooroo and Dusuu laughed at the sight of despair on his face.

He tried calling for Natalie, only of Dusuu to say, “Don’t bother. We paid her a visit earlier. Currently, she’s in the same coma, Emilie was in when she used my broken Miraculous. This is your punishment from us, Gabie, you made us nothing more than your puppets so let’s see how you like it.”

The kwamis made Gabriel do a lot of embarrassing poses and lots of other embarrassing things. Soon, they got bored of it.

“This isn't very fun now. I am bored.” Dusuu whined as they watched Gabriel tried to do a tik tok dance Tim showed them a few days ago.

Nooroo contemplated what to do to his old holder for a moment and whispered his idea into the other kwamis’s ear(?). Dusuu giggled, “Didn’t know you would be willing to go that far, Nooroo.” but gestured with their flippers.

Gabriel went slack like a puppet that had its strings cut and his head hit hard on the floor in the process.

Maintaining any dignity he had left, he asked, “If I ever get my hands on your Miraculouses again, I will make you pay.”

“But you can’t. Even though you know who our Guardian is, you can’t do anything against her because she has a powerful family backing her who has more wealth that you ever had at the height of your career. And right now, you have no one. No wife and no son. Your lovely ‘assistant’ is missing and of no help. You have no power and time is the only thing standing between you and bankruptcy. In addition, she has allied herself with the Justice League which I am sure you know has members who are literal gods.” Nooroo replied calmly with a hint of malicious glee.

“Now, to prep you for your meeting with the Guardian.” Dusuu clapped their flippers and it made a thunderous clap that was possibly felt by the entire world.

Nooroo began ominously sing in another language, his voice low and haunting. Dusuu joined in, harmonising at a higher pitch and making the song more beautiful and even more haunting.

Gabriel tried to grab the Kwamis to stop them from whatever their attempting but it fails as the kwamis simply flew higher and out of his reach, still singing that ominous melody.

Gabriel then felt a heaviness in his heart like someone had put chains on it. The heaviness got heavier with each note of the song.

It was the pain, grief and sorrow of losing something important. The anger, frustration and injustice at the world. The fear of monsters roaming the streets. He was feeling every negative emotions every Parisian had bottled up so they wouldn’t be his victim and hurt their love ones. Their friends and family. He was feeling it all at once.

He screamed and cried and screamed again. For a man who was rarely in touch with his emotions, good or bad, it was too much to feel what 2 million people had bottled in for years.

He then felt a heavy pressure on his shoulders, pushing him down and making him go on his knees, almost begging.

He didn’t even know that he was screaming at the kwamis to stop until Nooroo coldly told him, “Stop? You don’t deserve such mercy. This is what Ladybug had to go through because of your foolishness and greed for power. As everyone she knew turned their backs away and pushed her down into the ground, she held in every emotions she felt so you wouldn’t take control of her. She felt the same pressure of you are feeling now as she saved this city over and over again from your madness. You ruined a girl’s life who had nothing to do with you in order to achieve your goal. You may not have been the one to hold the knife and stabbed her in the back but you are the one who killed her soul.”

Then Gabriel felt every cuts, bruises, broken bones and death. Every injuries and death the people of Paris had suffered at the hands of his akumas, he went through each and every one of them. He burned, he drowned, he froze until some of his toes and fingers fell off, he was crushed, he suffocated and he was stabbed and laid bleeding. You get the idea.

After each ‘death’, when he opened his eyes again, his body would be whole and healthy, a moment of relief before the cycle of pain starts again.

There were a lot of voices. Some screaming along with him in pain or in fear. Others were yelling or whispering him that he did this and he deserve this. It was his sins to bear. This was the consequences of his actions and his wife left him because she knew and was disgusted with the man he had become. 

It felt like years as he laid on the ground and screaming until his throat hurts and was raw. He didn’t notice that the kwamis were gone and the sun had rose. He didn’t the front door opened and the clicking of heels that made their way towards him.

He did notice when the white heels was in front of him and their owner was looking down on him.

Through the haze of pain, he recognised her face. The one behind everything. Who spent years planning out his downfall and finally faced him one more time to finish the job. She grinned down at him like some angel of Death.

Deep down, he knew that he did this to himself. He was only using Emilie as an excuse to reshape the world the way he wanted. When he found out that the wish would have consequences, he was in too deep to turn back and instead used his son so he would be spared from karma. Looks like he was wrong on that front.

“How the mighty had fallen. Tell me, Hawkmoth. How does it feel after years of fighting, only to fail?” She said standing up and looked at him like he was the dirt under her feet.

She had repeated what he had said to her years ago as she laid bleeding from the stab wound and blood on her ear lobes. The earrings in his hands after he had ripped it off. (Karma biting you in the ass now, Agreste.)

Except he wasn’t as helpless as Ladybug was back then. She wasn’t expecting her partner to betray her that day. She wasn’t also going to be expecting the knife he had hidden in his jacket as a precaution to what she might do to him.

He advanced towards her, trying to get through the pain and knife in his hand. (was it his imagination or was that a smirk on her face)

The next thing he knew, Ladybug’s white clothes were stained red as the blood from her throat spilled down. She fell, coughing up blood and struggling to breathe, some of it got onto him and then, she went still.

Gabriel laughed as he realised that it was over. He had escaped his fate once more. This time, he was going to make sure that she can’t come back. He was free from the chains of destiny.

If he can find Emilie and explained, he can still salvaged what is left of his life.

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(Part 12)

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