#angsty al

[charlietheepicwriter7]

G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̏̃n̵͙̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀Wa̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉

It was a simple mission. Damian was working with Father to confirm the existence of a Lazarus Pit below Gotham, as Ra's Al Ghul speculated. And they had found it, deep in the caves below Gotham. A Pit the size of an Olympic sized swimming pool, bubbling and steaming. He'd only looked away for a moment.

"Kin-slayer."

Standing waist deep in the water stood Damian's reflection. The hair might be white, and the eyes glowing with the waters, but it was his face. But not his face alone.

Danyal's ghost glared at him. "Get in the water."

Father threw a batarang at him, but the metal flew straight through his head like it was air. Danyal didn't even glance at him, his eyes fixed on Damian. "Get in the water," he ordered again. He stepped closer to the shore and the green water sloshed up the bank higher than it was before. "Or I'll raise the tide so high, all of Gotham will die. So get in the water."

Damian's heart jumped into throat. "Wait-"

"Get in the water."

Father shoved Damian behind him, as if it would protect him, as if he could stop Danyal. "Stop this, please-" If he could just explain-

Another step and the waters surged forward, nearly touching Father's boots. "I'll make whirlpools so profound, your entire family will drown," he promised.

"NO!" Not his brother, his kind brother-

"THEN GET IN THE WATER!" Danyal snarled, revealing monstrously sharp teeth and a black tongue from Damian's poison. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" He lunged and Father pushed them back down the passage they'd come. "Don't mistake this for a bluff, brother. You've lived more than enough. Just get in the water." Damian swallowed, throat dry. Was this Danyal's revenge? Did he finally have to face what he had done?

"Robin, who is this?" Father snapped, trying to keep retreating down the cave. But Damian wouldn't let him; the waters, and Danyal with them, would only follow.

Danyal looked between them, scowling. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" he snapped again. "I'll take your father and gouge out his eyes, unless you want to stop being a coward and choose to die. Now... get in the water."

[starry-bi-sky]

"Stillborn? No, no, still born." -- DPXDC AU

Based off a comment I saw where Bruce knew about Talia's pregnancy in the earlier comivs, and was ecstatic to be a father. So much so that Talia feared he'd give up being Batman for it, so when she gave birth she put the baby (Damian) on a doorstep and (seemingly) told Bruce that the baby was stillborn.

Instead of Damian, that baby was Danny! Meet Daniel Brown, the 14 year old foster kid whose been living with the Fenton family for the last two years. He's about two years older than Damian.

His last name, "Brown", was a generic surname given to him because the note he came with didn't have one on it. It just had the name "Danyal" on it, but albeit 'Daniel' was the one that had been put into the system for, I'll be totally frank here, racism reasons.

(I looked it up to make sure, and it's generally not permissible for foster parents to change the names of their foster kids even if it's a permanent residency, and for that reason Danny doesn't have the last name "Fenton".)

Danny's got ✨~issues!~✨ He's been through a handful of homes growing up, most of them terrible for a variety of reasons. Which has, as a result, left lasting scars. He's generally a very sweet kid, just very distrustful and jumpy. He's got the signs of a kid suffering from PTSD, and a handful of other issues including attachment and insomnia. His inferiority complex could rival Damian's, and that's going to make for an interesting mutual hatred for when they finally meet.

(something I'll get into later)

He still has the blanket he was found in. It's made of a very high quality material and is a beautiful emerald green with little golden thread accents, it's high quality as a result has Danny clinging onto a desperate hope that his bio family might be out there, and the only reason they gave him up was because of some outside factor. It's been taken a few times in old foster homes, and he's flipped out each time.

While he still calls Jack and Maddie by their names, he likes them well enough. The bar isn't that high though, and while they're some of the better foster parents he's had, "better" doesn't equal "safest". Their laboratory malpractice. Basically, C- Fenton Parents. They're negligent by virtue of being engrossed in their work, but they do care equally about Jazz and Danny. So he doesn't hold it against them that much.

He kinda prefers it that way, their loud affection is overwhelming and Danny doesn't know what to do with their attention, even if he craves it. It's a bit of a complicated situation.

They took in Danny because they genuinely wanted another child, but didn't want a big age gap between them and Jazz. It was actually Jack's idea to foster, and they discussed it with Jazz beforehand. She was all for the idea. Thus, a handful of weeks later, a ton of paperwork, and inspection later, and Daniel Brown entered their household with a trash bag in one hand and eyes like shards of stained glass.

His relationship with Jazz is kinda strained, but that's by virtue of her constant psychoanalyzing and helicoptering. Like with the parents, Danny's overwhelmed by the attention and also just, straight up doesn't like the fact that she's telling him that there's something wrong with him. He knows that, thank you. He pushes her away when she does this.

Other than that though? When Jazz isn't smothering him and is acting like an actual sibling and not a third parent, they're pretty close, and Danny really likes her. They've hung out a few times on their own volition, and Jazz showed him how to take better care of his long hair.

His school situation,, pretty similar to canon with the bullying, albeit with a few more instances of him blowing a fuse and lashing out against his attackers. He's a rather angry kid, but it's quiet. It builds up, piles on top of itself, until eventually, like a volcano, it erupts and burns everyone within radius.

Danny's got a fire core, not an ice core. Phantom's hair is made of white magma; thick and heavy, setting itself on fire when his anger runs hot. When he gets angry, his skin begins to char and split open to reveal pulsating lava underneath, and he crackles and pops like a raging forest fire.

I haven't decided yet on how he meets the batfam -- i've got two ideas but they're both in opposition to each other, and drastically alter how the rest of the plot goes. But I do know that him and Damian hate each other in the beginning. And it has nothing to do with inheritance or "being the blood son" -- although their blood relation absolutely plays the major role in their disdain for each other.

Simply put, they're jealous of each other for the same thing: thinking that the other was wanted.

Damian hates Danny because, unlike Damian, Bruce knew about Danny since conception and wanted him from the moment he heard about him. He had a whole nursery set up, and still does. He never took it down -- just locked the door. Damian was thrust upon Bruce without warning, and he feels like he forced himself into the family. And while on some level Damian knows and understands that Bruce wants him and loves him as much as his other children, that doubt and feeling of inferiority still remains. He looks at Danny and sees him with what Damian always feels he needs reaffirmed.

Meanwhile, Danny hates Damian because he looks at him and sees him with everything Danny's ever wanted. He hates him because Damian grew up knowing both of their parents, with one of them for most of his life, and then moved over to the other. There was never a moment where Damian was (seemingly) left to doubt his place within the family. Damian was raised with the very same woman who left Danny on a doorstep, with no clue to his identity beyond a little green blanket and a note with only a first name. Damian was wanted everywhere, and Danny was wanted nowhere. Damian is Danny's replacement in his eyes.

(It's the little revelation that Damian grew up with their mother that elevates Danny from being quietly envious of Damian to downright despising him. What did Damian do, that Danny didn't? He could live with Damian living with Bruce -- Bruce didn't know Danny was even alive. But him living with their mom? Are you fucking kidding him?)

Damian never outright attacks Danny physically, but it's not like he hides that he didn't like Danny. Meanwhile, Danny, in all his repressive anger, quietly despised him from a distance until finally one wrong snide side-comment has him blowing up and it becomes a screaming match. They're both just enough similar to each other that when they look at each other they really just see a mirror.

They'll work it out together, eventually. But it'll be ugly and cruel and explosive, and they'll start mending the bridge to become brothers in more than just blood relation in the end.

But yeah, stillborn Danny has... a lot going for him.

[mellosdrawings]

Content warning, please mind the tags.

"I would've given them to you if I only knew."

"I can't tell what I want anymore."

"Your wings don't fit on my back."

"Their weight is dragging me down."

"I've given you my pain yet I feel no joy."

"I've stolen your joy yet I feel only pain."

"What do I have to do to make it ll stop?"

"I can't tell what I want anymore."

[PREV] - [NEXT]

[hearties-circus]

The day he was named Sissel

[tenderfxck]

al haitham will keep staring at you across the room.

it doesn't matter how hung up he is on you, he'll never admit it.

but only if intentions could be conveyed with just a look. maybe you would know how much he cares for you. wants you.

aches for you.

if it wasn't for this stupid fucking pride he harbors. . .

so al haitham will keep quiet. he's unsure of your feelings, of the implications such a relationship between the two of you would have. he desires you so, so ardently, but won't act on impulse.

impulse is something only fools follow. and al haitham refuses to be a fool.

but he does feel like a fool. he. . . he is fool. a fool in love with you.

so he'll take this infatuation to the grave.

as well as to his bed.

he'll gasp and moan to the thought of you so sweet beneath him. all for him. just for him to see. wishing, dreaming of the feeling of the real you. so soft, so supple, and so fucking sensitive, all for him.

he'll grip his cock and fuck his fist to the sweet images he conjures of you. but it will never compare to what the reality of you is like.

the real you that he sees from day to day.

maybe one day he'll conjure the courage to take you in the way he truly desires.

one day. . .

[ispica]

Genshin Impact Characters Being Toxic Partners

kaedehara kazuha, tighnari, arataki itto, alhaitham

mostly gn!reader

— — — — —

Kaedehara Kazuha: Is polite to everyone and knows how to use his words so there's lots of girls who have crushes on him. Entertains everyone that throws themselves on him that he emotionally cheats. "Darling, she was merely lending an ear."

Tighnari: He's incredibly smart and is always researching about the world so when you fall out of line, annoy him or what not, he gaslights you. "I believe that is not how I, nor how everyone else remembers it my dear."

Arataki Itto: Being the leader of his gang he has lots of people backing him up so no one would genuinely think that he's doing anything bad. He pressures you into doing things that you're not comfortable with. "C'mon do another one, don't be a wet blanket!"

Alhaitham: Him thinking about himself becomes too much to the point that he does not make any effort in the relationship at all. He does not even remember things that someone should remember about their significant other anymore. "...It's green, their eyes are.. green." (it isn't)

[cookeybg]

Gotham Possesses Table of Contents

Here's the easy access to the chapters!

Tittle: Gotham Possesses

A cryptid Batfamily AU in which Gotham is the main character and follows its journey to consciousness as it possesses its Bat and Birds. Chapters are short and a bit gloomy.

Main Characters: Gotham, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

Honorable Mentions: Joker, Talia Al Ghul, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Mr. Freeze, Riddler, Cobblepot (Penguin), Two Face (Harvey Dent), Superman (Clark Kent), Superboy (Jon Kent), Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain

No romantic relationships

Stuff to know: Cryptid Batfamily, grim, Melancholic mood, Angst, Gotham LOVES Batman, the last chapter has mentions of; drug use, murder and unsolicited touching (at the very end and very briefly)

Chapter 1 - Gotham Wept

Chapter 2 - Gotham Trembled

Chapter 3 - Gotham Loved

Chapter 4 - Gotham Drank

Chapter 5 - Gotham Slept

Chapter 6 - Gotham Hoped

Chapter 7 - Gotham Transcends

Chapter 8 - Gotham Mends

Chapter 9 - Gotham Bewitched

Chapter 10 - Gotham Watches

OMG, chapter 9 was linked to chapter 8. Sorry about that, it should be fixed now.

I hope you have enjoyed Gotham Possesses. I will be posting it on Ao3, maybe tomorrow. I'm a bit sad about it ending, but, also proud of myself. This is the second thing I wrote that I posted and was super nervous to do so. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with reading this and endured my lack of editing.

Also, I will be making this a series and posting one shots of the birds and their new life bound to Gotham. They wont be in any particular order, but I have already written Dick's POV before he becomes Nightwing :)

[loliwrites]

Loliiiii

Write something super angsty, pleeeeaaaaaase 😭

Anonymous said: Grandpa's Passing part 1 😿😿😿 this one is the saddest fic from your list❤️‍🩹 I need the part 2.

A Part 2 to Grandpa's Passing. Please note that there'll be some brief mentions of death.

She wasn't sure how long she was going to get to keep Alex. It seemed to good to be true. Somewhere, in the back of her brain, she knew that the production he was supposed to be on was stalling with days full of b-roll and every imaginable thing that didn't include showing him on camera. Though he showed no signs of faltering. No signs of leaving anytime soon. He was gentle with her in every way imaginable.

He wasn't sure what this would mean for their relationship. He wasn't even sure he should be thinking so selfishly. Her relationship with her nuclear family was strained at best and she had never loved any man more than she had loved her grandfather. He had been all of the good parts of life and none of the bad, and Alex was left wondering if he, or any other man, would be able to live up to and fill the void that had now taken root in her life. He didn't want to rush her through her grieving process but also didn't want to have to leave town knowing she still wasn't doing well.

That's how he got her to San Diego. After a couple days of sobbing and depression in LA, he'd pitched a little road trip: "Maybe it would be good to get out of here for a few days. An AirBnB somewhere different... quiet... where there's nothing to do. You can just be and feel the things you're feeling."

Of course she was hesitant at first. The idea of any sort of fun seemed inappropriate to her. But after Alex assured her that the trip wasn't meant for fun, just to get out of the confines of her apartment and LA, she packed a duffel bag and let Alex take her to San Diego. She stared out the window the entire time on the drive down, and when they arrived at the AirBnB, she quickly retreated to the bedroom, hunkered down in bed, and proceeded to sleep for the next 16 hours. All the while, Alex let her be. He didn't urge her to wake up to talk, for food... anything. Perhaps the sleep would do wonders for her brain and her heart.

When she awoke the following morning and realized how long she'd been passed out for, the first thing she wanted was Alex. And seeing as though he wasn't in the room, she went searching for him. Granted it wasn't much of a search. As soon as she entered the open floor plan of the rest of the house, she saw him sitting at the table in the breakfast nook, sipping coffee and scrolling through different news articles on his iPad. She grew nearer and he looked up. A smile immediately spread over his face and he set his tablet down and reach a hand out towards her.

"Morning, kid,"

She took his hand as soon as she could and took it upon herself to crawl up onto his lap. She tucked her head down on his shoulder.

"Sleep well?" He turned his head to kiss her forehead when she nodded, then picked up his coffee cup for a sip. "Can I get you any breakfast?" He waited until she eventually shook her head. "Maybe some coffee, then?"

Though she took a moment before she nodded, he knew he wasn't bound to go anywhere soon with her on his lap. And not wanting to rattle her more than necessary, he simply picked up his coffee cup and handed it to her. Addi wrapped her fingers around the ceramic and shrugged her shoulders, nestling in closer to Alex. He tipped his head towards her again, resting his lips on her forehead and lingered there.

"Älskar dig," he murmured.

She nodded, "jag vet,"

He suppressed a chuckle, his chest bouncing softly. Pulling away just enough to look down at her, he swiped his thumb over her cheek, "maybe you love me, too?"

She lifted her head and with the first gentle smile he'd seen from her in awhile, she answered, "älskar dig med."

Alex leaned down and kissed her and forwent lingering to long to avoid inciting anything that could add strain to her already crumbling psyche. But while he tried to part, Addi clutched onto him tighter. She kept him in her bubble and though she struggled to get his lips back on hers, she managed to get them on her neck. He breathed in her scent, relishing in the closeness, and in between pecks to her skin, he felt her shifting in his lap.

He pulled back to look at her, finding she'd already set the coffee cup down. A quick peck to her forehead later, he adjusted her in his lap. "Do you want to head out to the beach today? There's a private entrance down the street,"

Addi shook her head and rolled her hips (and entire body) forward, totally encapsulating herself around him. "I don't want to go anywhere," she turned her head in and kissed the side of his neck, just below his ear. "Can we have sex?"

He cupped his hands over the sides of her face gently, "I can't if you're going to cry because it makes me--"

"I'm not going to cry," she interrupted without hesitation. "I just want to feel something other than... this,"

And it took a stronger man than he to say no to her when she was looking at him like that. He gently eased her off of his lap and took her hand, slowly but surely leading her back into the bedroom.

The intimate act that followed was unlike anything she'd experienced before. Being so caught up in her whirlwind of emotions, every last molecule of air was expelled from her body when Alex first pressed into her. She gasped to catch her breath and he bowed his head to meet her eyes, diligently watching the expression on her face change with each careful rock deeper inside her. With one particularly (and accidentally) hard thrust, she squealed and brought one hand up to her mouth to silence herself. Alex started to think that it was beginning to get to be too much before, but when he went to pull back, she gripped her free hand on his ass, gave it a squeeze and a nudge forward. A silent ask for more. Harder. Deeper. Get her out of her brain that had been so cruel to her for the past week.

He obliged, if only partially because he feared for her hand gripping into his flesh so tightly, he thought she might involuntarily give herself a muscle strain. But she didn't last long. Her body didn't have any fight in it to stave off an orgasm as she might've on any other day. It came barreling towards her with a sort of reckless abandon that she was resigned to succumb to. How could she not? The feeling of Alex stretching and filling her up. His weight rested on her like the best sort of weighted blanket. His soft moans in her ear, only rivaled by the whispers of his encouragements.

"You can do it, I've got you."

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. Let go."

"Good girl, c'mon, give it to me."

She laid a limp, spent, heap of a body beneath him, acutely aware of the fact that he hadn't reached his own climax by the time he was easing his way out of her. He hushed her whining with a languid kiss when he unsheathed himself from her completely, and migrated to her neck for soft kisses until her breathing evened out.

Even when he got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom to clean himself up and dispose of the condom, she didn't have the energy or the will to move much more than shifting her head to gaze at the now closed door. It couldn't have been very long but she was starting to drift back into the terrible mindset that'd been plaguing her. Then like there was an alarm going off in his head, Alex re-emerged from the bathroom with a pack of her pH balancing wipes in his hand, and crawled back onto the bed. A quick and loving kiss on her lips later, he set the pack on her stomach and pulled one of the wipes out, and dragged it along her sensitive anatomy. He took his time. Gentle and thoughtful as ever.

With the task completed, he tossed the used wipe in the small trash can beside the bed, and hunkered back down on top of her to encompass her with his weight again. She held onto him tightly, thinking that just maybe... if she held on tight enough, it'd keep him from leaving her anytime soon.

[dustyspines]

scorbus except they're jolaurie but i cannot decide who is jo and who is laurie because both combinations are terribly painful but so very unique

[canthandlethishit]

prompt: timetravel fix it (?)

Damian somehow traveled back in time and meet robin!Jason mistaking him for Dick, after a while he caught up and realized, Jason was headed out to the place he’d be taken and later be killed at the hands of joker, Damian now have to contemplate changing the timeline to save Jason or not

go wild

[ambrosethedarling]

Avatar au anyone??

Damian is a non bender btw :)

[quotidian-oblivion]

Dick Grayson & Tadashi Hamada

Dick watches Big Hero 6 when he's a kid and sighs because he loves the two brothers. Tadashi is automatically his favorite character.

Dick watches Jason for the first time out in the field, and Jason has a gun to his head. He leaps in to help, doesn't mean he has totally eased up with Jason being Robin though.

Dick watches Big Hero 6 with the Titans when he learns that none of them had watched it. He grins as Tadashi comes in view, to save Hiro, but the grin freezes as he flashes back to Jason and how he had saved him... just like Tadashi.

Dick watches Jason as the kid's waiting in the parking lot to be picked up from school. He's still a little awkward and bitter around him, but he's willing to put it away. For Tadashi's sake. They get talking as Dick drives Jason on his bike, and he smiles as he remembers the first scene with Hiro and Tadashi and asks Jason if he likes bike stunts.

It's been months, and Dick has been spending time with Jason a lot, watching keenly as the kid grows attached to him and they start acting more like Hiro and Tadashi... like brothers. He comes to a decision.

Dick watches Jason's reactions all throughout their movie night, watching The Big Hero 6. Jason loves it. He asks Dick if they could get a giant marshmallow man with Bruce's money. Dick considers it seriously, but Bruce catches them before they could do anything.

Dick's eyes widen as Jason asks him to watch Big Hero 6 with him again one day, he watches the movie with Jason's head on his lap as he strokes his hair.

Dick watches as Jason breaks into his apartment weekly. He pretends he's sleeping, but not really. Jason always arrives at the exact same time every Wednesday. They're really close now.

Dick watches The Big Hero 6 and his face is full of tears. He pauses at the moment when the building explodes and Hiro is thrown back with the force of the explosion. He can't take it. Jason died in an explosion, beaten, tortured, then burnt. He curls up and sobs his heart out.

Dick watches tensely as Tim quips and flips and punches the crooks raging on the street. He tries not to interfere too much, he needs to give Tim space, but he can't help it - he's worried.

Dick's eyes widen as Tim hesitantly approaches him and asks about the Big Hero 6 DVD in his apartment as they were clearing it out. Tim says that he watched half of it when he was a kid, he didn't get to finish the movie and he was wondering if Dick would like to...? Dick wants to say no. He wants to grab the DVD and throw it out the window. He doesn't. He says maybe another time instead.

Dick watches the door of Tim's new bedroom that used to be the guest room. Tim hasn't been eating or sleeping much since... since Jack and Captain Boomerang. He raises his hand, and ripping of the bandaid, he knocks. Tim says he isn't in the mood to watch anything, sorry. Dick opens up his laptop to the movie anyway and sits beside Tim on the bed, keeping a little distance, as the movie plays. Tim rests his head on Dick's shoulder during Hiro's mourning scene, tired. Dick rubs his head affectionately.

Dick watches as Red Hood snarks in front of him, boasting about how he beat the newest Robin, trying to rile Dick up. But all Dick can see is the kid who poked him and called him Tadashi teasingly and referred to himself as Hiro. He walks forward, ignores the fearful step back Red Hood takes, and hugs his brother.

Dick watches in amusement as the 10-year-old baby assassin tries to explain an ambush plan to use to capture Penguin. He was Batman and the kid was Robin. It was a perfect team. Dick felt more like Tadashi than ever. Sure, squirt, Dick ruffles his hair, a grin delighting his features as the kid scowls adorably and fixes his hair back.

Dick is captured. He is tied up. He can't move. He hears ticking. He knows it will be over soon. He really is Tadashi, sticking to it till the end. He closes his eyes and stops watching the seconds ticking by on the bomb. No sense in counting his own doom.

The last tick goes by. A great booming fills the air. Everything goes black.

"No, no no no no no. Don't do this to me, Dick."

"Richard, get up. Grayson, come on. I know you're fooling around. Get up."

"Dickhead, I swear to God, if you don't get up right this moment, I will skewer you."

"Dick-"

"Richard-

"Please-"

"You're not Tadashi, you asshole, get the fuck up!"

They watch as the explosion rings out, fire consumes the air, and their big brother is lost.

[vedlejsak]

david švehlík je český ben barnes pošli to dál

1) poprvý jsem ho viděla jako dítě v roli "prince" v historických hadrech a byla to okamžitá crush (a taky mají oba úplně stejný vlasy??)

2) když jsem byla na teenager tak se neočekávaně vynořil v kriminálním seriálu

3) v posledních letech mě naprosto rozdrtil v roli x set let starého supermocného magiče kterýho se všichni bojí a vystupuje pod pseudonymem a jeho sen je získat mladou dívčinu (která ale chce někoho jinýho) a rozhodne se na to jít nejvíc toxickým způsobem

nějaké otázky?

[crypticvirago]

Something Wounding lore related that I think about a lot, that I never touched on or will ever expound upon, is that if the Network still exists for Al-An to rejoin, he will become a complete stranger to Robin.

Al-An is the name of one component of the Network that was pulled out of it and forced to be an individual for a thousand years. Al-An grew to find his sense of self as an individual thanks to Robin's influence, with the "Network" he developed with her. If he were to trade that in to be re-enveloped in the one with his people, he would lose his individuality, and become more like that version of himself that he mentioned as being unrecognizable in Chapter 6.

I dunno. I think it would be a great bad ending, if Al-An were to reconnect with his people and completely lose any and all of the attachments he'd formed with Robin. Robin realizing that she'd been able to help him get home and find family again, but to entirely lose him in the process.

[thou-babbling-brook]

Altaïr learns to cope with killing in the most unhealthy ways imaginable

[cookeybg]

Autumn's Loss of Petals - Chapter 1

Title: Autumn's Loss of Petals

Various POVs : Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson

Tags: Angst, Loss of love, amnesia, brotherly love, familial love, will add more if relevant

Obviously, I do not own any of the rights to any of the DC comics, animated cartoons or movies and I am not getting paid to write this. This is purely for my enjoyment :)

Word Count: 1,936

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - Damian

“Before I have you sign, I must ask, are you sure you want to go through with this?” Dr. Sato’s soft kind eyes looked at Damian with compassion. "Must you keep asking me such an inane question, I've already said yes." Damian snapped, he hated seeing the look of pity everyone kept giving him. "It is an important question, many think they can go through with this without fully grasping the consequences." Dr. Sato's eyes somehow turned softer when he smiled, a tinge of sadness marred the corners of his eyes. "It's just protocol, little D." Dick reached out to pat Damian's hand only to be swatted away. "He is my child, once he has made up his mind he will stay strong." Talia stroke Damian's head gently, she was not swatted away. "If you would only tell us who it is, we might be able to set things right. Before going through with such a major surgery." Bruce crouched next to where Dick sat, his hand hovered over Damian's. Jason snorted where he leaned against the door frame and Tim, sitting in the chair next to the door, paused in his typing. "There is no point if the object of his affection doesn't reciprocate." Talia glowered at Bruce, who glared back, finally placing his hand on Damian's. "Yes, well," Dr. Sato cleared his throat, "if you have determined that this is for the best, please sign the release form so we can begin the surgery." Damian rolled his eyes. He didn't understand why his family had to be here, he would have been fine on his own. He grabbed the clipboard the doctor had handed him and signed his name neatly. He coughed, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth. He was too late, a bit of blood had splattered on the consent form. Removing his hand he stared down at it, a clump of thick white petals came with it. He felt the room silence, his family ready to fight an opponent they could not punch. He felt weak, his breath coming in short, burning his throat, leaving a sour taste. He felt pathetic and that was the worst feeling of all. He hated that this was what had become of him. That he had let his feelings rule him in this way. His mother had warned him all his childhood that love would only hurt him, would hinder him; yet here he was beholden to it, ruined by it. "Tt." He crushed the petals in his hand. He grimaced, feeling the hateful tears, that he had tried to keep at bay, drip down his cheeks. A choked sob escaped him, before a hacking cough over took it. He clutched at his chest, the noise from the heart monitor attached to him rising to dangerous levels, the temperature in his head skyrocketing, forcing his veins to bulge, a high pitched ringing overtook his hearing. His fingers dug into in cheeks, his palms covering his open mouth, preventing the bloody saliva from splattering out. His forehead bumped his knees with the force of the last cough. With watery eyes he saw a full flower in his cupped hands, it's waxy white petals let the blood it came out with slide off with ease, dripping, staining the white hospital blanket. The strong sweet smell of it mixed sickeningly with the smell of iron and bile. The ringing gradually dropped and when he looked up his family were being pushed to one side, their panicked faces pale under the florescent lights. A nurse pat his back, telling him to lay back, trying to comfort him. Dr. Sato pushed his medical bed forward, his calm soft demeanor gone, replaced with the concentration and determination of a doctor who had been working in this field for decades. They rushed him out of the room, the white sterile walls blurring in their wake. He knew he was dying, his head light, his limbs heavy. He felt relief. When they placed him on the metal bed of the operating room, they placed a plastic mask over his nose and mouth, told him to breathe in and count backwards. He saw a pair of blue eyes reflecting the sky, tousled black hair and a smile brighter than the sun, his arms opened wide, beckoning him for one last hug.

Soft light streamed in through the large window, gently waking Damian up from his dreamless sleep. His mouth felt like sandpaper, his throat felt worse, he tried to lift his hand to rub at it but a weight prevented the action. The weight was warm, comforting and when he looked down he saw Talia holding his hand, half her body laying on the mattress. He tried to call her but all that came out was a rasp, the effort was too much and he fell back into unconsciousness.

“When do you think he will wake up?” Dick asked, pacing the room. “According to records from other’s surgeries, it can take anywhere from a couple of hours after surgery to three days.” Tim said sitting next to Bruce on the beige couch, his face hidden behind his opened laptop. “How do…did you hack the hospital records?” Dick asked stopping in front of Tim. “Is it really considered hacking if it was so easy?” Tim scoffed. “Yes. Yes, it is.” Dick said. “What, you going to arrest him, pig?” Jason was lounging on the recliner, an open book in one hand. “Boys, please let’s be respectful to your brother’s recovery.” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, his hair looked like it needed brushing, his dress shirt rumpled and unkempt. Damian watched his family bicker with half opened eyes, he was already annoyed with them. He carefully glanced around, he no longer stayed in the sterile white hospital room he had first been admitted to. He could tell that his father had put him in a private hospital room complete with a two seater couch, two reclining chairs, a coffee table and a giant 4k television hung on the wall. The walls were a light warm colored wood and the giant window that basically covered one side of the room faced the peaks of mountains. He tried to tell them to shut up, instead what came out was a soft gasp. The gasp left a burning sensation in his throat, he needed water. “Little D!” Dick rushed towards him, “How are you feeling? OMG I’m so relieved that you’re awake.” He sobbed, clasping Damian’s hand to his chest, being careful of the IV needle embedded in it. Bruce and Tim had followed Dick, but were much more reserved. His father looked relieved, smiled at him and ruffled his hair. Tim smirked, the bags under his eyes looked darker and more defined. Jason had left the room, when he returned he brought a nurse with him. The nurse worked around them, checking Damian’s vitals, while Dick prattled on about how relieved Kori and Mari would be when they found out he had woken up. Damian did not have the energy to make Dick shut up, though he was relieved he was there, something he would never admit to. The nurse gave Bruce a cup of shredded ice, giving him instructions to feed it to Damian slowly. She helped put him in a sitting position, adding pillows for back support. She then excused herself, stating that she would inform the doctor of his wakefulness. The ice that his father fed him was the best thing he had ever tasted. He wanted more, was frustrated when he couldn’t snatch the cup away due to his heavy limbs. He was shaky and uncoordinated, Tim and Jason teased him, taking advantage of the fact that he couldn’t retaliate both physically and verbally. Bruce scolded them, feeding Damian another sliver of ice that melted far too quickly on his overheated tongue. The room quieted down when Dr. Sato walked in, his soft smile directed to the whole room, when it landed on Damian it softened further.

“I am happy to see you awake. If you would allow me to do a few tests?” He indicated for the rest of the family members to leave the room. They all reluctantly complied, Bruce squeezed his shoulder telling him to call if he needed him. Damian rolled his eyes, why would he need him? Dr. Sato gave him a brief check up, checking his breathing with a stethoscope and his eyes with a small pen light. When satisfied, the doctor brought the stool chair that had been under the hospital computer in the room, close to the bed, sat on it, looked at his clipboard and then gave Damian a serious look. “Physically, it seems that you will recover wonderfully.” Dr. Sato stated, “Do you remember why you had this operation?” Damian scoffed, opened his mouth to respond, but when he realized that he couldn’t remember his mouth shut with an audible clack. He rubbed at his neck, trying to message it, trying to distract from the uncomfortable feeling of blankness. He looked around the room, did he get hurt? Obviously, his throat burned and he had bandages wrapped around his neck, but what hurt him? His hand slowly drifted down to his chest, he had bandages there too, the skin felt painful, inflamed, he hadn't noticed before. "I was hurt." Damian rasped, unsure of his respond. "In a way," Dr. Sato nodded, "we removed a growth from your lungs and heart, it was causing an obstruction to your airways." He tried to remember, a subtle image of a memory crept up and quickly slipped away. It felt like a cold bolt had struck him, the sudden pain making him wince. "No, don't," Dr. Sato patted the blankets next to Damian, "rushing it will do you no good and will only hurt. Many patients in your shoes will have temporary amnesia, slowly you will regain most of your memories." "Most?" Damian couldn't go above a whisper, his throat burning with any effort of speech. "Hm, yes, all of the relevant memories will return, except for the ones that caused the injury in the first place." Dr. Sato wrote something on his clipboard and stood up, "You were very brave, I am glad you pulled through. I will inform your family to give you some time alone to process, I'm sure they would like to go eat and shower. Please rest, you need plenty of it." He smiled and left, the door giving a soft click as it shut. Damian stared at his hands, a faint image of white petals lingered, but he couldn't remember the shape. He shakily touched his chest, it was solid, his flesh intact under the gauze. He took a deep breath, it tasted of blood but it was clear. His heart beat without constraint, comfortable in his chest. Damian could feel it, that something was missing, he gripped his hospital gown. It felt like he could reach in if he pressed a bit harder, like he could fill the cold void left behind by whatever they had removed. Fill it with his fist, squeeze his heart so that it could feel warm. It was an silly thought, dangerous even, he should be grateful that it was gone. Wet droplets landed on his hand, large and hot, with a shock he realized they were tears. He was crying and couldn't figure out why, all he knew was that this emptiness was unnatural. He had forgotten something important. He wanted his father, he wanted his mother, he needed his family.

I will be experimenting with different POV's for this fic, but they will all be Damian-centric. I hope you enjoyed it and I hope I got the imagery across.