#damian <33

[piploopsy]

ME AND @doublechocochuck 'S ANNIVERZARY >_< I ADORE HIMMMM

it waz on the 12th :3

[bruciemilf]

The Wayne manor is not a quiet place.

Someone Is always doing something, talking about anything, teasing, bantering, playfully slandering, so Bruce grew accustomed to noise. Its hard not to, with his nest of birds.

But this particular topic has him on mute;

"Why do YOU get him when he's old?"

" Oh my GOD, Jason, I'm LITERALLY the oldest. You ALWAYS have to get everything!"

Jason isn't at all interested in Dick's dramatics. He wraps all 6'4 inches around Bruce's leg like an affectionate leech. "You're the fucking meanest! You'll probably feed B those gross ass protein shakes and force him to watch re runs of Realest Housewives of Gotham!"

"YOU TRIED TO BLOW HIM UP!"

Cass is strong like a tsunami and silent as a snake, jumping on Bruce's back, beautiful eyes full of threat. " Dad stays. Mine."

Bruce pipes up, " I have a retirement plan--"

"Getting railed everyday at the Kent farm isn't a retirement!"

Tim gives Steph a look of disgust. "Gross."

Damian isn't above pulling out his swords. " If I don't get Baba, everyone is dying. Me included. "

"Damian. What did I say about threatening your siblings with murder?" Bruce asks expectantly.

" Oh, I'm not threatening, baba. I'm making a vow."

Alfred doesn't pry his attention from the chamomile tea he's preparing. " Master Bruce stays with me."

"...Alfred, I don't think you'll...You know, be around when Bruce retires--"

"Was that a contradiction?"

They all gulp. The argument is settled quickly, and Bruce spends the rest of his evening with head on Alfred's lap and his hand in Jason's hair, petting like a cat, and listening to RHOG on the TV.

He loves the noise.

[puppiesandnightlock]

okay okay okay but Damian and Lois getting along like a house on fire quite literally

Clark and Jon in the background absolutely terrified of their combined force

[g1rlr0b1n]

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Gods and Demons (Preview)

Damian's preparations for departure were almost complete when Superman hailed him down. For a moment, Damian considered pretending he had not seen him, but ultimately rose to meet the two men who had now landed gracefully beside him and Goliath. He was familiar with the man known as Superman, but the second man was a stranger to him. He was tall with wavy dark locks framing a sharp jawline and piercing steely grey-blue eyes, he bore a resemblance to the other man. He had a pretty good idea now of who he might be. The man's attire was peculiar though, causing Damian to wrinkle his nose slightly in disapproval. He wore a black suit adorned with shimmering silver stars, his deep crimson colored cloak billowing behind him. The most unnerving part of his uniform however, was the obvious missing "S" shield in the center of his chest, leaving the skin underneath exposed for all to see. Damian quickly averted his gaze, focusing back on Superman. “What’s this?” Damian's features contorted in suspicion as Superman extended a piece of paper towards him.

“An olive branch” he replied calmly, then motioned to the tall figure standing next to him, Kal-El cleared his throat, “this is my son, Zod-El. He will be stationed in Tibet with you for the foreseeable future.” There was a moment of tense silence as if to allow for Damian to process the information. Then, Superman spoke again, breaking the stillness. "Consider him an ambassador of good faith," he said firmly.

Damian scoffed, crossing his arms, “Tt. More like a spy to make sure I behave," he retorted with a sharp edge to his voice. The Justice League's true intentions were clear, they had their own agenda, but he intended to manipulate it to his advantage. Despite their lack of trust in Damian's ability to change the League of Assassins, it gave them an excuse to keep him under observation and under their protection. They needed to keep Damian alive regardless of his intentions because the absolute worst case scenario for them would be for him to lose control. It was an obvious choice, he was the only option with ties to the Justice League and a genuine desire to make the world better, even if his methods had not been received well by them. He could only stand to benefit from such a relationship, nonetheless, he’d make them work for it.

Superman let out a weary sigh, his broad shoulders slumping in exhaustion, “you agreed to observation after the attempts on your life," he reminded Damian sternly. The mention of those close calls made Damian flinch slightly, the memories still fresh and painful. Ever since his grandfather’s passing things had not gone as smoothly as anticipated, with everyone with even the slightest of claims coming out of the woodworks, but he survived and he’d continue to do so. Of course, some extra protection would be prudent, even though he had managed to reunite his family giving him the most claim, the attacks still occurred. His mother had even begun to express concern, certain that there was a rat among his inner circle. Damian didn’t want to consider that, the notion that the people he cared for most wanted him dead. Although it was a reality that he hated to admit, he could probably benefit from an impartial set of eyes and ears. Yet, Damian was proud if nothing else and he refused to allow anyone to think him weak.

"That may be," Damian huffed, "but I never agreed to an indefinite placement and certainly not from one of your B-list cast offs." His lip curled teasingly as he surveyed the man clad in black in front of him. He was curious to see how he would react.

The man grit his teeth and extended a hand with a forced smile. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Dam-”

Damian interrupted firmly, his piercing gaze fixed on the man's face. “You may call me The Demon’s Head.”

The man chuckled nervously as he pushed back some unruly curls from his forehead. “No offense but...” he hesitated before continuing, “I’d rather call you anything else.”

Damian's lips curled into a menacing smile, his pearly whites barred behind a mask of feigned politeness. "Then, may I have the pleasure of calling you Jonathan?" The man remained silent, his expression guarded. Damian pressed on. "surprised that I know your other name?"

He cleared his throat, his voice betraying forced calmness as he responded, "Not really...and it's just Jon."

The smile fell from Damian's face, replaced by a look of disdain, "I'd rather call you anything else." The lack of push back from his opponent was slightly off-putting, it was simply no fun if they just stood there and took it. But then again, what did he really expect from the son of the Big Blue Boy Scout, always so righteous and obedient.

The tension between them hung heavy in the air, like a thick fog that refused to dissipate. Goliath finally broke the awkward silence with a restless shift, his large frame causing the ground to tremble beneath him. "I see there's no point in arguing with you," he grumbled, casting a patronizing look at Jon. "If Super Slut is ready to depart, then we shall." With the grace of a seasoned rider, Damian pulled himself up and swung himself onto his fiery red companion, feeling the heat emanating from its powerful body. Beside him, Jon effortlessly lifted himself off the ground and into the air. The bat dragon spread its massive wings and with a few strong flaps they ascended into the sky.

[ehliena]

Cass, Steph, and Carrie in Tiny Titans #33

then everyone (except Cass) in Robin costumes

Alfred giving Cass a Batgirl costume

Baby Dami!

The boys

[reinaaaaaaa]

Honestly, sometimes I forget Endo-sensei can actually draw really well. In between all the weird Anya faces and low quality background drawings, we get gems like this.

(ALSO I DESPERATELY NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT DAMIAN WAS THE FIRST PERSON THAT ANYA TOLD ABOUT HER MIND-READING ABILITIES)

[starry-bi-sky]

Stillborn? No, still born au -- Dani Phantom! Clone girl herself. :]

She can't exist in this au. And it's not that I don't want to add her -- although I'll be blunt, I don't, I'll be the first to admit that I think she's more often than not nothing more than a narrative deadweight used to prop up Danny and I don't like adding characters as props -- but her existence quite literally goes against and muddies the Vlad and Danny dynamic I have for this au. Ellie's existence in canon itself states that she was created -- and Danny's other clones too -- because Vlad gave up on trying to convert him to his side and decided to just make a son instead.

Something that just, doesn't happen in the stillborn-still born au. See, for folks who are only just hearing about this au or didn't see my post about Vlad in this au, he and Danny have a complicated love-hate relationship where they mutually want to adopt each other, but their morals and way of doing things -- mainly Vlad's insistence on getting revenge against the Fentons -- gets in the way of them being able to do that in full.

Vlad knows Danny wants him to adopt him, and is only fighting him on it because he refuses to let Vlad kill the Fentons for essentially killing the both of them. He's succeed in 50% of his goal. Canon Vlad never even made it to 1%. With that in mind, stillborn Vlad has no reason and sees no reason to clone Danny, he has his son. He just needs to convince him to let him avenge them both.

Dani simply has no place in the stillborn-still born au. And in fact, if Vlad did decide to clone Danny -- for whatever reason, -- it would damage his relationship with Danny damn near beyond repair. That's because Danny would view it the same way he views Damian's existence; as a replacement for himself. He would become beyond furious and hurt, and not for the typical 'I can't believe you cloned me, you creep!' reason, but for a 'I can't believe you cloned me, you said I was your son!' reason.

I am not pulling any punches here when I say Danny wants Vlad to be his dad just as much as Vlad wants Danny to be his son, there's just a lot of factors getting in the way. They are, as the french say, ✨mentally unwell.✨ Danny has a ton of abandonment and trust issues due to his experiences in foster care. He would immediately become jealous, insecure, and incredibly furious and hurt. He'd despise her on principal and want nothing to do with her, or Vlad for that matter. He'd just fucking haaate her. It's not her fault she was made but Danny doesn't really care, he's lashing out and pushing people away because he's been betrayed yet again.

The only way they could get along or for Danny to actually like her in any capacity would be if it was his idea to clone himself. Which is like, kinda obvious but considering most clone plots tend to be non-consensual it's kinda gotta be said. He has to have a hand in creating her, that's the only way I can see him liking her in any way. Or if someone other than Vlad created her. If Vlad clones him though, all bets are off the table and he'll despise her.

TL;DR: Dani can't exist in this au because she goes against the narrative I've got for the two most fucked up half-dead could-be-father-son duo in existence, but if she did exist Danny would despise her.

[byghostface]

“I named her after Laika.💫🚀”

(Nika introduced her rescue pet Laika.)

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Excerpt poem from"Muttnik" by fateolog about Laika the soviet space dog.

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Flatline week 2024 Day 2: Pet

Day1 ．Day2

Just want to share pictures of my baby dog Miruku🥛🧋🤍 I love her very very much🥰🫶♥️♥️

(pictures taken by my mom when Miruku was five years old🌼💗)

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏 YOUR DSB PLAYLIST!!! I keep seeing u talk about it and you have BANGERS on that pl

I think I have shared it before but back when I was only on like chapter 2 so its been buried and has changed ALOT- But here you go!!

Full list (and notes)

Oh No! (Tims "Grand plan")

Flight of the Crows (Running away from what he loves, of course)

Nobody (Self imposed curse of isolation)

Colors (Yes. (also just a fav tim song regardless of AU)

United in grief ( Acting as Timothy Drake)

Teen Idle (Mourning his youth, for a second time)

Gasoline (Tim breakdown in luxury vibes)

I cant fix you (I still religiously listen to fnaf fan songs, this one just fits)

Brother (MY COUNTRY ASS SNUCK IN- It doesnt even relate to the AU, I just love the vibe- if anything it fitd Dick towards Jason but thats besides the point)

Passing through (cant the future just wait) (Times running out)

Are you Satisfied? (Literally perfect song about his situation)

Look who's inside again (Again, Isolation)

Coffee (Internal struggle- but the caffine isnt the problem)

Digital Silence (Again, just in here for the vibes)

Over & Over (AMAZING imagining song, like a little movie)

Problems (Tim to Jason)

Oh Ana (Not even kidding, THE MOVIE song- (from breathing as tim bleeds out to the The Angel I couldnt kill just AHH)

Rat (Just a vibe)

Lotta True Crime (Not for Tim actually, but related)

Misery Meat (Mans is the rainbow fish)

Feel Better (Y E A H- No explination needed)

Arms Tonight (This but literally, though he wont admit it)

The Burning pile (Tim ignoring his problems for the "greater good")

Family Jewels (The Drakes.)

Devil Town (Life in Gotham, reminishing his Time as Robin w/ his old fam)

Hermit the Frog (Another "just a vibe")

Michelle (Not for Tim, but relevent :)

Girls (The horror in being Timothy)

Saint Bernard (THIS- THIS THIS THIS (literally so mmmm lore))(might make a PMV when the fic is finished just for THIS!!)

Washing Machine Heart (A vibe.)

The Bidding (Timothy but less ironically)

Seventeen (Tim and Timothy- also just "seventeen" when he died s o)

Cupid (He still loves them...)

Hidden in the sand (Memories.)

dumb dumb (Tim pulling off his shit, mostly Cardinal)

American Healthcare (glitzy) (Tim in his career)

Treehouse (STAY OFF MY LAWN!!!)

Worlds greatest actor (Rec by @ihavenotsleptindays my dear, and its perfect. Tim as Timothy, or are they one in the same??)

Rule #34 (Not for Tim, but TOO him :)

Harpy Hare (Im obsessed okay?)

Prom Queen (Beautiful tragedy all the people envy)

No place like home (Not what it seems)

Again & Again (Another "movie in my mind") song

Labryinth (Movie mind!! Lots of lore and distortion lol)

Youth (Tim being self aware, for once)

Just one Yesterday (YES YES YES YES)

Angry too (Just a vibe.)

Pompeii (He misses what things can never again be)

spy? (Two face.)

Lullaby of the False Hydra ( Once again, im obsessed but for diff reasons)

Sweet Hibuscus tea (GAHHH)

Lights out (Hype song- and Cardinal BAMF)

Nothings New (Tim repeating his whole life and yet failing all over again)

Little Lion man (He wasnt really doomed wasnt he?)

Guilded Lily (The awnser is no, its never enough)

Underground (Once again, Gotham.)

Cast the Bronze (More a canon Jason song actually, but I still adore)

Could Have been me (Not Tim :)

Savior (Duet- but with who??)

Take me home, country roads (The country got me again. And yeah Tim longing for home he lost)

[unforgivenn]

SHACKLED BY ROYALTY

#8: CAT AND MOUSE

Previous/ Masterlist

"It's gonna be alright," Damian whispered, though his voice cracked under the weight of uncertainty.

Jesus fuck what was he even doing?? He had absolutely no plan!!

He pushed forward, navigating the dark, narrow alley that stretched beyond the garden wall. The city lay ahead, a labyrinth of shadows and potential hiding spots. He just had to keep moving, keep them both out of Andrey's reach.

Tears filled in his eyes no matter how much he tried pushing them away. All of this was too much. He had always been the one to never question anything when he was told to do something. And now? Here he was running from god knows how many guards, with a bleeding boy in his arms trying to keep away from public

Noah’s breaths were shallow, each one a ragged whisper against the still night air. Damian's heart pounded in his chest, fear and adrenaline driving him onward. The rough stone of the alley walls scraped against his arms as he cradled Noah close, his muscles burning from the effort. He had to find a safe place, somewhere they could regroup and figure out their next move.

The alley opened onto a deserted street, the dim glow of streetlights casting eerie shadows. Damian’s eyes darted around, searching for any sign of pursuit. The street was silent, but he knew better than to trust the calm. Andrey’s men were relentless; they wouldn’t give up easily.

Damian spotted a small, rundown building with a broken window and made a beeline for it. He slipped through the narrow gap, careful not to jostle Noah. The inside was dark and musty, the air thick with the scent of decay and neglect. But it was shelter, a temporary reprieve from the chase.

He set Noah down gently on a pile of old blankets, his fingers trembling as he checked the boy’s injuries again. Blood matted Noah's hair, and his skin was pale, almost translucent in the dim light. Damian’s heart ached at the sight, his mind a whirlwind of fear and guilt. How had it come to this? How had they been reduced to hiding in a derelict building, hunted like animals?

“Damian…” Noah’s voice was barely a whisper, his eyes fluttering open. “I’m scared.”

“I-I know, buddy,” Damian replied trying to keep his own tears from falling, his voice thick with emotion. “But I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Noah’s eyes closed again, his breaths shallow but steady. Damian watched him, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him like a leaden shroud. He couldn’t let Andrey win. He had to protect Noah, no matter the cost.

The silence stretched on, broken only by the distant sounds of the city. Damian’s mind raced, formulating a plan. They needed to keep moving, find somewhere truly safe. But where? Every option seemed fraught with danger. His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden noise—a soft creak, barely audible but enough to set his nerves on edge.

He turned, eyes straining in the darkness. Had the guards found them? He held his breath, every muscle tense. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement—a shadow shifting near the broken window.

“Damian, get up,” a voice hissed from the shadows.

His heart lurched. He recognized that voice—Andrey’s second-in-command, Mikhail. Panic surged through him, but he forced himself to stay calm. There had to be a way out, some escape route they hadn’t yet discovered.

“Come out now, and maybe I’ll go easy on the kid,” Mikhail taunted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement.

Damian’s mind raced. He couldn’t fight them; they were outnumbered and outgunned. But he couldn’t surrender, either. He glanced around the room, eyes landing on a small trapdoor in the corner. It looked ancient and barely used, but it might be their only chance.

Carefully, he lifted Noah, moving as silently as possible. Mikhail’s footsteps grew louder, the crunch of broken glass under his boots echoing through the building. Damian reached the trapdoor, prying it open with shaking hands. He slipped through, pulling Noah with him just as the door to the room burst open.

The darkness enveloped them, the musty air of the underground passage pressing in from all sides. Damian held his breath, listening to the sounds above. Mikhail’s curses echoed faintly, followed by the thud of heavy boots. They were searching the building, tearing it apart piece by piece.

Damian moved quickly but carefully, the narrow passage barely wide enough to accommodate them. He felt his way along the damp walls, every sense on high alert. The passage seemed endless, a maze of twists and turns that left him disoriented and desperate.

Finally, they emerged into another alley, the cool night air a welcome relief. Damian paused, catching his breath and scanning their surroundings. They were deeper into the city now, surrounded by towering buildings and narrow streets. It was a warren of potential hiding spots, but also filled with potential threats.

He adjusted his grip on Noah, who was drifting in and out of consciousness, and moved toward the heart of the city. Each step was a test of endurance, the weight of his burden growing with every passing moment. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t rest—not yet. He had to put as much distance between them and Andrey as possible.

Hours seemed to pass in a blur of motion and fear. The city was a labyrinth, each turn bringing new challenges. Damian's senses were heightened, every sound a potential threat, every shadow a possible hiding place for their pursuers. He was running on pure adrenaline, his mind and body pushed to the brink.

Finally, he found a small, out-of-the-way clinic. The sign was faded, the windows dark, but it offered a glimmer of hope. He knocked on the door, praying for a miracle. A weary-looking doctor answered, his eyes widening at the sight of them.

“Please,” Damian begged, his voice hoarse. “He needs help.”

The doctor ushered them inside, his expression grave as he examined Noah. Damian watched, his heart in his throat, as the doctor worked. Every second felt like an eternity, the fear and uncertainty gnawing at his insides.

The doctor finally turned to him, his face etched with concern. “He’s in bad shape, but I’ll do what I can.”

Damian nodded, sinking into a chair as exhaustion washed over him. He had done everything he could. Now, he could only hope and wait.

Hours passed in a haze of worry and fatigue. Damian's mind was a tumult of thoughts, fears, and regrets. He replayed the events over and over, questioning every decision, every action.

The doctor finally emerged from the back room, his expression tired but reassuring. “He’s stable, for now. He needs rest and care, but he’ll pull through.”

Relief flooded Damian, a wave of emotion that left him shaking. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

The doctor nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You did the right thing, bringing him here. Now, get some rest. You both need it.”

Damian nodded, too exhausted to argue. He found a corner to curl up in, his body aching and his mind racing. Sleep was a distant dream, but he forced himself to close his eyes, knowing he needed to be ready for whatever came next.

Just as he began to drift off, a sound jolted him awake—a faint, almost imperceptible click. His heart skipped a beat, adrenaline surging through his veins. He looked around, eyes scanning the darkened clinic. Everything seemed quiet, but the feeling of unease wouldn’t leave him.

And then he saw it—a shadow moving outside the window, the glint of metal catching the faint light. Panic gripped him as he realized what was happening.

Oh god oh god oh godohgod. They'd been found.

Before he could react, the door burst open, and Andrey’s men flooded the room. Damian leaped to his feet, but it was too late. They were surrounded, the cruel smile on Mikhail’s face as he picked up Noah was the last thing he saw before a bullet to the head sent him spiraling into darkness.

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[vilnan]

hawke brothers looking out for each other: 2/?

[piploopsy]

Petition to get rid of H*rb*rt P*ck*t forever!!

taking thiz az an opportunity to talk about heavenlypark lore... pocket (and eztella) iz dead in heavenlypark!! he walked in on pip killing eztella and zo pip killed him too zo there wouldn't be any witnezzez >_< i would add an image of it happening but i havent drawn it yet and i dont wanna leave thiz azk rotting in my inbox... maybe i'll reblog thiz with the drawing once i do get it done :3 but yea heavenlypark pip iz coocoo crazy and killz random thingz for fun with no remorze.. zo your wizh iz fulfilled!!

[martyrbat]

waynocchio - batman: tales: once upon a crime

[ID: Damian al Ghul sulking after not being allowed to go on patrol with his father due to being sick. He whines, “He left without me. I should be out there fighting the bad guys with him!” Alfred enters, holding a tray that has a steaming bowl of soup. He tells him, “Sidekicks need to kick colds before they kick evil, Master Damian. – And the best way to do that is chicken soup and rest.” Damian tips his head up and questions, “Father's orders?” Alfred chimes, “Even worse... butler's orders.” END ID]

[oifaaa]

For your au where Jason is dead for like 20 years: This sounds great. Is there a tag to look for for this one?

I've actually got no idea what I'm gonna name this au and my brains a bit broke rn so if anyone has any suggestions please help

[lloydfrontera]

i think that after the failed attempt with tyrannus damian should've been deeply paranoid about sleeping. just utterly terrified of anything deeper than dozing. like yes it was a particular situation and no it wasn't technically the falling asleep part that was the problem but what if it was next time?? what if the demon king found a way to take over while he was unconscious?? what if him lowering his guard while sleeping was the opening acheros needed to have control of him?? what if he closed his eyes and when he opened them again he had already destroyed that which he held dearest to his heart??? being in control of himself is so important for damian and sleeping makes you so vulnerable and open that i think it would've made sense for him to be very wary of it

[girluimfailing]

The league's best fighter + their best weapon