#damian wayne al ghul

[writerfromthestars]

DP X DC PROMPT: DANNY'S AN ASSASSIN?!

So Danny gets adopted by the Waynes somehow.

Now, he's a teenage vigilante, he knows all the signs. And he can clearly tell that Damian and Tim are sneaking out under the cover of night to fight crime as Robin and Red Robin.

While ordinarily this would lead to the connection between the Waynes being Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, and various other assorted vigilantes, that's not what we're here for, so instead, what happens is that Danny thinks that his two absolutely normal little brothers are sneaking out, meeting strange people dressed in spandex and Kevlar on rooftops, and punching criminals.

He has no issue with this.

The only issue he has is that Tim and Damian are inexperienced, I mean, Damian's twelve or something like that, he can't have been Robin for long. He's not particularly willing to get back into heroism himself, though, so this leads to him casually dropping random tidbits of information that only an ex-vigilante/hero/assassin/other part of the caped community, would know into regular conversation.

Like, if Tim's using bandages on his hand, Danny will suddenly drop the fact that that particular brand is very absorbent and works really well to take care of large, bloody wounds, like bullet holes in important places.

If Damian's reading a book about different knives, and their creation processes (because be real, he totally would) Danny will read over his shoulder a bit and then just point out a knife that would particularly good for stabbing someone in the stomach, or slitting someone's throat. (he knows this because of a. his rogues trying to kill him and b. Dan likes sharp things.)

The three of them are watching some superhero movie or something, and Danny goes on a twelve-minute rant about how the fight scenes would never work that way.

Tim and Damian come to the conclusion that their new brother has been trained by the League of Assassins or something.

Here's the issue. Danny hasn't.

So Damian starts dropping little hints that he knows that Danny was part of the League, for example a reference to a technique that only a League member would know. Danny, who has been trained in hand-to-hand by Dan, who was trained by dead League assassins in the alternate timeline, knows the moves.

Danny is just happy that his baby brothers are taking his advice, and opening up to him too. Damian is even starting to talk about fighting with him, and he thinks that they might actually tell him about their nighttime activities soon.

Finally, the two confront him on it. And by that, I mean that like the emotionally constipated bats they are, they utterly fail in their interrogation because they can't just come out and say it out in the open.

Tim: so Danny, I noticed how you know a lot about fighting. and first aid, and stuff.

Damian: I have noticed this as well. Might I inquire as to where you gained these skills?

Danny just thinks that they have figured out his past as a vigilante and that they are worried about him being hurt.

Danny: Don't worry about it. I don't do that type of thing anymore.

Now that's a deflection if Tim's ever heard it.

Damian, digging for more information: I wish to know. Maybe I can learn from whoever it was that taught you?

Danny grimaces slightly before answering.

Danny: Trust me, kiddo, you don't wanna learn from the people who taught me this stuff. They squash you like a bug.

Tim and Damian take this as confirmation that Danny was involve in the League. Danny just means that pitting his rogue gallery, which consists of exclusively ghosts, against living boys would be unfair.

[spicy-apple-pie]

so, how we feeling about Talia's explanation? Good? Bad? lmk what you guys think

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Commission Info / Kofi

[grimdarling69]

Another de aged Dan and Ellie story or otherwise known as Crack

Pt 1 Pt2

If only Clark hadn't been busy tracking Luthor, he would have been able to save his nephew, his sons best friend.

Once again, Lex Luthor has sabotaged him. He didn't even need kryptonite to do it this time. After Lexs mental breakdown, he had apparently gone off the grid, and unsurprisingly, he wasn't able to hear anything from him. According to the snippets from Lexs staff he had apparently refused to answer to his name, started to hate it, and called his board a " bunch of idiotic bimbos who only appear to work so they could buy expensive cars and whores".

It's definitely a mental breakdown or a possession. Lex doing something to damage his image? Unheard of. Possession didn't seem likely. What kind of person posseses a ceo just to insult his board and completely change their personality? They'd be immediately noticed.

He had been investigating Lex's disappearance for the past month and a half and had only succeeded in not being around to stop his nephew from committing suicide.

Bruce had called out for him, but being halfway across the world he couldn't make it in time, and consequently Damian made it over the bridge and he had been searching for his body for the past 3 hours and he still couldn't find him.

He had never seen Dick so shaken before. Jason had barely been able to stop him from following his brother over the bridge. After he arrived on the scene, Jason started to take his brother home.

"Find his body." He had told him before turning and wrangling Dick onto his own bike

"Stop, Jay. I have to find him. Please... Uncle Clark, please. You have to bring him home. I have to... " He could hear Dick plead with them the whole way back to the cave.

He could only bring their bikes home.

They had now all retired to the cave. He was ignoring Alfred calling Steph and Cass in the other room. Ignoring their desperate denials and begging to be told it was just a cruel prank. Ignoring Dick's full body sobs into Jason's arms, shaking them both. Ignoring Bruce's absent look and ignoring how similar Bruce and Jason's grief was.

Tim, luckily, hadn't broken his leg like what they originally had thought, only popped his knee out at such an angle it looked like it. Alfred had already reset it and listed his usual recovery despite Tim not even pretending to listen to it this time. Duke had already helped him upstairs, eyes red and swollen.

Finally the the tense silence came to an end.

"Did you find anything?" Bruce, one of his oldest and closest friends, asked, his voice calm and steady, his heart unwavering as ever but he knew better.

"I'm sorry."

"Search again."

Just as he was about to fly out again, the elevator opened.

"I found this in Damian's room." Tim hurriedly spoke he was already rushing past him on his crutches to the evidence processing, not even explaining what "this" even is.

"Tim. Explain." Bruce rushing and limped past him following quickly.

Like father, like son.

"What is it?" He turned to look at Dick, he had tear stains but his eyes were dryer his mouth was set in a firm line but he was leaning heavily on his younger brother.

"Tim found something." He responded quietly, and he continued on following his friend.

They sat silently together while Tim and Bruce worked together without speaking like a well-oiled machine firm in it's objective.

He'd say Jason was as still as a corpse with his eyes glazed over unseeing, but that observation was far from appropriate,considering everything.

99% Match found. Partial fingerprints detected unknown. The computer had finally accounted after 15 minutes of silence.

He and Jason waited for Bruce and Tim to tell them instead of jumping like Dick did to get the first look. He doubted Jason could get up, Jason was strong so strong, but he was still so young.

They all were.

Especially Damian, despite all his headstrong confidence and borderline arrogance, he will still only fourteen.

Only fourteen years old and dead by suicide.

He still needed to tell Jon he was buying time by the well-timed expedition of him and Kon already off planet and galaxy on whatever Kon called "brotherly bonding with a little bit of interplanetary fighting and toppling monarchies splashed in and maybe we'll catch a movie on the way home" they had joined some green lanterns to help rescue some new green lanterns who got in between a revolution on accident. He remembers researching for days before letting Jon go, but even just the name of the planet now escapes him.

It all seemed so trivial now.

He had seen what became of Dick and Bruce when Jason had died when Dick had been off-planet, and Bruce hadn't reached out to tell him. He just hoped Jon could forgive him.

"Clark. Where is Lex Luthor." Bruce demanded turning to finally look him in the eyes.

"I'm not sure. Lex went underground a month and half ago. Why? What does he have to do with this?" Clark asked carefully. He had to be careful not to set Bruce off.

" AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TELLING ME? Bruce's voice rose exponentially.

Too late, he couldn't help but think.

"His fingerprints are all over this goddamn envelope. Whatever was inside made Damian kill himself, and you're asking what does it matter!"

"How do we know?" Dick spoke softly, his eyes still glued to the results.

Everybody turned at the same time. Jason's head snapping so fast he winced.

"Know... Know what?" Tim asks him just as softly.

" How do we know Damian is.. is dead?" He spoke again, looking up to glance at them all.

" I know Damian. He's my.. my...He wouldn't just kill himself. He couldn't have. He showed no signs of ever even contemplating it. Not even... Damian would have told me.. Would have trusted me to help him. Lex must have taken him or.. or somehow lured him away." Dick spoke hurriedly or desperate but still completely convinced.

"Chum.."

"FUCK!" Jason exclaimed standing up and kicking his chair sending into the wall hard enough to crack the plastic. His hands shook like they were itching to wrap around someone's throat. They twitched and he ran his hands through his hair, his eyes were greener than ever and glowed so strong there seemed to be a small headlight in front of him almost.

"He could be out there being tortured or worse! And we are just sitting here twiddling our thumbs like FUCKING BABIES!" His voice grew louder and louder until he was screaming into their faces.

"Jaylad-" Bruce started just by hearing that name he knew whatever Bruce was going to say was going to be the complete wrong thing.

"We are going to find him. No matter what it takes. I never gave up on Bruce, and i can't give up in my baby brother either." Tim spoke up, his voice unwavering his heartbeat never stuttering, not even once.

He risked a glance at Bruce. His old friends face was softer, looking at his sons, but his frown was determined, and he tilted his head in the way he always did when he wasn't going to give up.

They were going to bring him home. They just had too.

---------

Crack

Boy, was Damian glad about this storm. He quickly realized that he couldn't use more than one of his powers at one time. He was able to make it to the coordinates of the apparent luxurious island Vlad was hiding out on.

He was expecting actual underground, not just some shell company bought island decked in lead and man-made waterfall galore.

He was absolutely soaking wet and shivering by the time he crashed onto the island. The storm just kept on thundering down on him, plastering his clothes and hair to his face in clumps. He better not get sick from this.

Cold fog escaped his throat, and he shivered even more.

"Daniel! Is that really you?" Lex fucking Luthor called out after he'd been laying exhausted and chilled to the bone in the grimy muddy sand for a few minutes.

"Hey, fruitloop." Was the first and last thing that he said before promptly passing out.

[bomber-grl]

Flufftober 2024

Day 2: Black Cat

Pairing(s): Damian Wayne x Gn!Reader

Relationship between Bruce and another

As the air got chillier so did Damian’s insufferable attitude. I mean, he was already insufferable, you can only imagine the heights it’s reached nowadays.

You sighed and turned the corner. Walking to the Wayne manor was less that ideal but you wanted to do something to appease that attitude of his. (Hence, a surprise)

It’s like someone stuck a stick in his ass and left it to marinate, the idea wasn’t totally out of left field, he could’ve been too embarrassed to have brought it up. Maybe that’s why he’s been this way..

Plus the whole week he’s been whining on and on about black cats, like you get that they’re “bad luck” but they’re super cute!

Well your thoughts came to a close as you realize that you passed the gate and was now approaching the front door. You secured your scarf as a particularly harsh wind caused you to shiver, despite going to have to remove it soon enough.

Still, you couldn’t help but feel like you were forgetting something…..

Well, whatever. Problem for future you to deal with.

You lift your arm and knocked as much as you could without hurting your already frozen knuckles. You leaned in to hear footsteps from behind the door and quickly backed away as Alfred opened the door.

He greeted you politely despite your less than ideal guest behavior and let you in. Once you were stripped of your coat, scarf and whatever other “outside” clothes, you scurried on up to Damian’s room.

Sure you bumped into a few of the other residents along the staircase and hallway, perhaps you were enticed with a few snacks here and there, but you finally made it to his room

… and he’s not here.

Another chill ran through you despite the warmth of the inside. Which ofc only means one thing, the window was open.

You headed on over to his windowsill and decided that if you died then it was completely alright, technically it was still a surprise for Damian.

You quickly made your way to the roof of the manor (don’t try this at home) and despite your other half still hanging off the end of the roof, Damian’s figure quickly caught your attention.

He seemed seriously upset. Like actually.

“Hey Damian!” Your shout obviously startled him and caused him to look around before his eyes settled on your face.

“What the- you idiot!” He quickly got up from his seating position and yanked your two arms, effectively hauling your entire body onto the roof.

“Im speechless , how could you be so stupid?!” Despite being “speechless” Damian continued to yell at you for another 10 minutes.

Then the thought had occured to him, why were you up here anyway? “Why’re you here?” So blunt…

“Ok first off, rude” you got up and stood in front of him, “second of all I wanted to surprise you” you rest your arms on your hips, as a ‘gotcha, now you have to apologize’

Instead of graciously falling to his knees he just deadpans, “what surprise? You aren’t much of a gift” ok, tbh he kinda gagged you.

You were so offended, how dare he? Especially hen you went through all the trouble of getting him- oh wait, that’s what you were forgetting.

“Oh shit I bought you some Crumbl Cookie but I forgot it” your hand raced up to your head as Damian just stared at you.

“You do realize I hate those cookies?” Again, feeling judged.

“What? But you always buy them!”

“Uh yea, cuz I thought you liked them”

Now you were just standing there like idiots, then the unbelievable happened: Damian Wayne began to laugh.

“What- why are you laughing??” Your confusion only seem to have prompted Damian to laugh even more.

Finally he seemed to have calmed down and sat down on the edge of the roof that was threatening to kill you not so long ago. He pat the spot next to him.

Obviously, you obliged. Sure your “surprise” might have failed but something still nagged at the back of your mind.

“Soo uh,” you finally spoke up after a moment of silence “what’s your deal with black cats? Like why’ve you got a whole vendetta against them.”

There was a pause but then Damian spoke, well more like sighed then spoke. “It’s not actual black cats that I’m against, did you really think I was going on about an actual black cat and how it finished the rest of my snacks??”

There was disbelief in Damian’s tone but he was right, you totally believed it…

He sighed again, “well it was actually about Selina..” his eyes drifted off to the side.

“Wait.. Catwoman?? Why her?”

“Well she has this weird relationship with my dad, well not weird more like inconvenient.”

“How come?”

“Well she’s a criminal! Plus even then, and sure she’s good sometimes ,”colleagues”(very loose definition btw) shouldn’t date!” His brows furrowed, like it was a core belief of his.

Now it was your turn to deadpan at him “Damian, you do realize we could be considered colleagues and we’re still dating?”

Damian seemed in shock that you’d have the audacity to disagree and offend him in the same moment.

“Well that’s different”

“Hmmm not rlly”

“It is”

“It’s not”

“It is!”

“It’s really not…”

This whole deal with Damian had been bothering you lately but seeing as it was this teen phase he was going through, well it wasn’t that concerning.

“Hey..”

“What.” Damian snapped, still upset at you pointing out the obvious fact that overruled his argument in the first place.

“I’m cold, let’s go inside.”

Damian sighed and got up in one swift motion, then he held a hand out to you, and of course you took it.

Somehow you and Damian managed to successfully get back inside through his window despite the bickering and slips that happened along the way.

Damian stretched a bit and began walking towards his door, “let’s go eat something, I’m hungry.”

“Sure but why were you being all emo out there in the dark anyway?”

“Shut up and just eat what I give you”

——

A/n: I’m sorry if this is cringe 😭

[kazbrekkeriselite]

Damian: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-  Dick : A doll.  Tim: A cinnamon roll.  Jason: A sweetheart.  Damian: Damian: ...stop it.

[quotidian-oblivion]

I am a poor starving child in need of nourishment.

Please send Lazarus Pit Tim Drake fic recs, I am begging, on my knees, malnourished and neglected.

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

As Bruce grows older into his 50's or 60's the paparazzi and people crowding him becomes less and he thinks that people have finally decided that Bruce is too old to be attractive or mainstream and he's actually super fine with it and makes jokes( more like sarcastic remarks) about it. But in reality they've grown more freaky cause instead of looking wrinkly and a sappy old man the level of cunt he serves grows everyday,he doesn't look like a snack he looks like a buffet, 13 year olds are using his pics as the cover pages of their mafia wattpad stories, he looks majestic, absolute dilf, we don't talk about the amount of tags he's birthed just by ageing on ao3, and hes still an absolute UNIT, the reason he's not heard about it yet cause the batkids are blocking the shit OUT with all of their will and strength cause it doesn't matter if all of them are full grown adults they're still all like-THATSMYDADGETAWAYFROMHIMHEDOESN'THAVETIMEFORYOUHESBUSYBEINGOURDAD

[farshootergotme]

Thank you Damian Wayne for:

Batman and Robin 2009 #6

[wayne-al-ghul]

(OOC: bored so I’m just posting a prompt. Anyone can interact and I’m fine doing multiple storylines at once ^-^)

It was his father’s fault, really, for letting the security be so lax that Damian could sneak out to patrol on his own.

Really, it was ridiculous that he even had to sneak out at all- he could be trusted to fight on his own. He’d trained with assassins, for God’s sake. He could hold his own in a fight.

And so Damian had ended up wandering the streets of Gotham in the dead of night, waiting for trouble to find him.

[gothamite-rambler]

Damian wants to help Mr. Freeze (I just call him Robin or Robin Jr. if that's good with y'all)

Robin: Hi, Victor! Mr. Freeze: Um, hi, you're the new Robin? Robin: Yes, how could you tell? Mr. Freeze: You are shorter and... brown. No offense I promise it's just the other one is- Robin: A skinny white boy who looks like he needs a feeding tube? Mr. Freeze: Jeez, yes, but wow. I like you so far, let me guess though you're here to defeat me? Robin: I kind of am, but I read up on you. Your story is truly tragic, I am sorry your wife has the illness and you ended up imprisoned in this suit. I think it looks fantastic and powerful though. Mr. Freeze: I need it to live, but thank you. I sup it up as the kids say. Would you like to help me? How? Robin: I have this guy, Ra's-

Mr. Freeze: Oh no, not that pit of green goop. I heard what effects it has and I am a man of science... mostly. I don't trust that hocus pocus. Robin: Let me finish, sir. I told him not to use the pit and demanded he help get a cure for her disease. Nora is in stage four, gr- Ra's gathered some smart men who can research a cure for you. Mr. Freeze lowers his freeze gun hesitant. Mr. Freeze: Wirklich? Damian (nodding): For real. There's no guarantee a cure will be found quickly, have to be honest with you, but they have one for the 3rd stage, here's his business card, give him a call and set up a meeting. I want to help you with this, Victor. Take the offer. Victor takes the card and a half smile appears on his face. Victor: You are a... good kid. Robin: Less good kid and more being a hero. Can I take you in, the cops won't hurt you or anything. Victor (sighing): Fine, I did miss my cell. I'll call this dastardly man afterward. Thanks, young man. Victor walks out of the warehouse with Damian. Robin: No thanks needed. I heard that you've been having temperature issues in your cell, I can talk to someone there about that as well. Victor: Danke, it's as if they don't understand I require cold to live.

[jon-superboy-kent]

You should sneak into the manor and scare damian. As a fun Halloween prank! ^_^

Ok!!!!

@damian-al-ghul-wayne hey… I’m at home rn…

[spicy-apple-pie]

You can't tell me that Juni Ba wasn't directly referencing this when he made that panel.

[we-r-robin]

Vicki Vale: Mr. Wayne are you Batman?

Bruce Wayne: What is a “Bat man?”

—

Vicki Vale: Mr. Drake are you Red Robin?

Tim Drake: Like the restaurant?

—

Vicki Vale: So Cassandra, are you Orphan?

Cassandra Cain: No I’m not an orphan. I have a dad.

—

Vicki Vale: Mr. Thomas are you Signal?

Duke Thomas: Am I what?

Vicki Vale: Are you the Bat Signal?

Duke Thomas: That is the stupidest question I’ve ever been asked.

—

Vicki Vale: Damian, are you Robin?

Damian Wayne: Tt, I am not a bird. Are you well, Ms. Vale? I’m concerned for your mental state.

[bomber-grl]

Flufftober 2024

Day 3: Farmers Market

Pairing(s): Damian Wayne x Gn!Reader

Someone take Damian away from me right now

As the fall entered your lives this year round so did a farmers market poster. You were walking back from the Wayne manor to your house when you caught a farmers market flyer for the next town over set for the upcoming Saturday.

Naturally, you ran back to the Wayne manor to not only let Damian know he was going no matter what (because texting was totally out of the question/s) but to also “pester” (according to Damian) Titus one last time.

Saturday came knocking at your door and so ensued your venture to the farmers market. Unfortunately, Damian (and all his good looks) has accumulated a good amount of “fans” being “fuck boy” Billionaire Bruce Wayne’s son. This little inconvenience that was brought up by Damian as a form of getting out of the trip was soon overruled with a simple disguise put together by yours truly (aka you)

Now, you stood at the entrance of the Farmers Market and you couldn’t be more excited. Maybe a little too much just for some produce and goods.

You had assured Alfred you wouldn’t be there too long and so he was currently stationed not too far away.

Damian stood besides you, “so where should we go first.” You inspected Damian carefully with judgement, he was trying too hard to be nonchalant with his hands in his coat and “chill behavior”, you knew damn well he wanted to be here.

Not because of whatever they were selling, he could’ve gotten whatever he wanted, but because you were there with him.

“Well, let’s go over there” your quickly pointed at a kiddy train ride that was in the distance.

“Why is there even a train here? Isn’t this supposed to be a farmers market?-“ Damian’s body was whisked away as you grabbed his hand “who cares let’s go!” You quickly made your way over in hopes of getting in.

Despite interrupting his question you couldn’t help but think in your hind mind, ‘how did Damian even know what to expect from a Farmers market in the first place?’

Unfortunately the little trains conductor was adamant that only children and their guardians were allowed on.

“What? That not fair! It’s just a stupid train, you aren’t even paid enough to care this much” Your protesting was obviously not helping you since you had successfully offended the conductor.

The little scene you had caused was drawing some unwanted attention as parents and kids alike began to gather, watching your dispute.

Damian was just standing there not having a care in the world. Until the “conductor” tried to remove you both by force.

You thought you went full Karen mode before ? You haven’t seen Damian just yet.

My dude began a monologue that insulted the conductor so viciously and intimately that you saw a few parents covering their kids ears in your peripheral vision.

Damian also dropped an iconic “I want to talk to your manager” here and there. You were too busy relishing in the fact that blud got torn to shreds by a teenager that you didn’t notice the security guards for the event approaching you.

Welp time to scram.

-

Luckily you and Damian managed to hide behind a stall that was way too large for comfort.

“Damn you went full Karen mode, just admit it, you care about me”

“Shut up”

In typical Damian behavior he began to walk away to the right in an attempt to avoid topics of conversation that would fluster him.

“I wanna go over here” you abruptly pointed to the left and walked that way, leaving Damian the only choice of walking back towards you in embarrassment.

Luckily for you both the stand that you had hid behind was selling fudge. A wide variety of flavors too, so with your human wallet besides you, you quickly began picking the most appealing flavors out of the bunch.

“Thank you!” You replied as you retrieved your fudge in a cutely designed package.

The fudge in hand was practically calling your name so you ripped it open and began feasting right where you stood.

You pointedly ignored the judgmental stare coming from Damian as you enjoyed your fudge.

He was just jealous.

But then you swallowed a particularly large piece without chewing. It got caught in your throat. You continued to swallow, hoping it just needed assistance in sliding down your through, but to no avail.

Now it was time to panic. You turned to Damian and pointed to your throat hurriedly, practically yelling at him in silence that you couldn’t breathe.

Damian quickly hurled the box of fudge out of your hands (r.i.p fudge) and situated himself behind you.

Before you could even register what was happening Damian began to perform the Heimlich Maneuver on you.

It passed as soon as it came, the fudge piece you previously had lodged in your throat was launched at a nearby pedestrian.

Despite your (very) recent traumatic experience, you were quick to notice the stares from the other customers at the fudge stall and others in the surrounding area.

You might’ve thought that they were staring at you and your dashing looks but common sense soon came back full force and you whipped your head back at Damian.

His cap and sunglasses had presumably fallen off due to the recent occurrence of events. (Aka when you were dying)

As soon as the shock of everyone gathered -not only because you were just choking but also because of Damian Wayne being there- had gone away, everyone began trampling you to get to him.

Luckily he was having none of it and hauled ass. You two skedaddled the fastest you could towards the car and once you both got in you hurriedly asked Alfred to speed off and so he did.

Finally Damian turned to you, “sorry about your fudge” light pink dusted his cheeks, you could tell he thought the sentence alone was ridiculous, but he still said so with sincerity.

“It’s fine” you leaned your head against his shoulder “maybe next time we won’t fight with a conductor over riding a train intended for kids and I won’t choke on fudge.

Damian leaned his head over yours “yea, I highly doubt it.”

How romantic.

———

A/n: my creativity is at its limits, this probably seems rushed and al over the place.

[thebat-musicman]

Dick: LOOK! ITS MY ITSY BITSY BABY BROTHER!

Jason: are you talking about tim or damian?

Dick: Tim is itsy bitsy, Damian is eensy weensy.

Jason: well “eensy weensy” looks about ready to kill you and “itsy bitsy” looks like he’ll help.

Dick: aww! they’re bonding!