#h. damian wayne

[edledamianfan]

Batfam Incorrect Quotes 1#

Damian: If I fail to get in the art school, I'm going for world dominance.

Jason: That sounds familiar

Jason : Oh shit.

[hains-mae]

After a late night mission.

I initially had a different expression in mind when I was drawing Nightwing but I decided to keep this piece light.

[family-aya]

🛑🙏😔Urgent appeal😔🙏🛑

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Our children bear the brunt of the violence in 🍉 Here are the children of my family whose childhood and dreams were stolen from them, despite all the hurt and pain, raising the sign of victory

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..The story of Zeina, Marah, Kamel, Youssef, little Yara, and many children in my tent.. Zeina and Marah say to her mother: I want to play like before the war, I want to go to the amusement park, I want clothes and a clean house, I want to celebrate the holidays, I want to go to school and learn, I want to feel safe and sound......

Her mother: She does not answer and feels disappointed with tears on her cheeks

Marah and Zeina: Mom, why don’t you answer? Mom, don’t cry. 😭😭😭

Mom, we understand everything, and yet we will play and learn 👇👍👇

..But now is the time to support us and live safely.

..The time has come to stop this destructive war.

..It is time to reach the largest number of donors to save my family and children.

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[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Hey, so you know that Azula clip. "I'm about to celebrate becoming an only child!"

Why do I feel like that is Tim coping. Just screaming "I'm celebrating becoming an only child."

Hes 100% made jokes like "Ha no one to fight over snacks with now I dont have siblings"

and then proceed to hold back tears when he realizes this was a snack he hated but only ever bought because Damian liked it and refused to allow Bruce to drive all the way to the Middle Eastern grocery for them.

So absolutely coping and then having a crisis right afterwards :D

(Also coming from someone who has a stupid amount of siblings but now doesn't see them as much cuz of college- its genuienly kind of distressing to be a l o n e for once and things be quiet, so for Tim that suddenly becoming his life?? it was not good BUT makes for some amazing angst)

[nana-mizu-shiki]

"....I was giving Luthor's cellphone a virus."

Also I totally lost order of these screenshots as I just take them from my clipboard and copy the link, but I just forgot to post a bunch of pics so my clipboards now a mess. Sorry but also I'm just reccing fics so not that much

"So true, bestie,"

I love when the batkids use slang and confuse tf out of each other.

"Maybe? I don't actually remember what we did with Santa's body."

He wants to reward the first part because finally the kid realizes cops are bad, but he just called Jason a cop.

Freebird guitar solo: can't believe I'm gonna turn 18

Stop calling me sonic I'm clearly tails: and it only took 34 years

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(Bart:) 😎 🤜 》》+he |Forth ₩all ]]

I'm like a divorce lawyer with how I'm always breaking things in half.

- The Author

"Richard."

Oh no.

"What did I do?"

You Dun Fucked' Up, That's What You Did!!

"Is that how it works?"

"I tried it once and met Jesus. I remember."

"You don't believe in Jesus," Damian says.

"That's what made it so memorable."

Lmao Tim Wtf ( T∀T)

[siddyyyyyyyy]

One Messed Up Bat

Batfamily x Reader

wc: 1.2K pairing: platonic!reader x Batfamily summary: One of them finds you having a breakdown warnings: sh, blood, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. a/n: inspired by @thatwritterbeach, I don't usually write for a topic like this, (RULES), but I thought this would be a good quick thing to write. I really tried to keep some parts as vague as possible, but please don't read if you're struggling with similar issues. Reach out if you need help

988Lifeline

Please remember you are not alone. there's still hope and people who care and love you.

»You can‘t keep acting like a child, I done with this.«

Dick whispered in a harsh voice, through gritted teeth. It‘s been a long week of patrolling and you were disobeying orders more often to help even more people. Or more specific, getting distracted by minor issues.

»I will not apologise for helping people— «

»You disobeyed orders, again. You could have gotten hurt or hurt us as well. There‘s no space for you to get distracted over small things.«

He interrupts you sharply, leaving the batcave dead silent. With a quiet exhale, he speaks up more softly.

»You are benched until further notice.«

»You can‘t— «

»Benched.« Bruce confirms, leaving the conversation without another word. It feels unfair to be treated like this for helping some people out that weren‘t the main issue at the missions earlier. It was draining.

◐

»Hey, Dick… do you have a sec?« You ask through the phone, holding it close to your ear. As another sob threatens to leave your lips, you bite down firmly into your hand, muffling the noise out.

»No, you‘re still benched.«

He answers back without even giving you a chance to explain, being still mad at you. It‘s only been roughly a week.

With a heavy sigh, you scoff at him.

»That‘s— you know what, fuck off.«

After hanging up abruptly, you toss your phone onto your bed, heading quickly to your en-suite bathroom. It feels like there‘s no other way than to release some built up frustration and anger.

◐

Loud shouts of your name are being heard before Damian yanked the bathroom door open, halting once he sees the scene in front of him. He seemed almost elevated before he skipped to your room to show you his latest drawing, but now he looks deathly concerned.

There‘s some droplets of blood near you on the bathroom tiles, a bladein your hand while you try to hide your injured arm. It doesn‘t work, Damian connects the dots quickly.

But before you could stop Damian and explain, he is out and drags Tim to your bathroom, begging him to fix you. It breaks your heart even more, realising you have no way of hiding and can‘t explain this. Loose bandages lay around, your medkit next to them in an desperate attempt to patch yourself up from earlier.

»Damian. Give us a minute.« Tim‘s face looks dark, shadows falling over his features which make him look more intimadating than concerned. The younger one finally manages to calm down and retreats form the doorway, giving you both privacy.

It feels unreal. You slump back, sitting down at the edge of your bathtub as soon as you feel your legs start to get weak.

Tim doesn‘t talk, picking up some bandages from your medkit before reaching for the antiseptic and faces you. He kneels down and treats your injured arm, his touch being so gentle, it seems as if he is afraid of hurting you even more.

»You know I have to tell.«

He finally speaks up, keeping his gaze trained on your arm and carefully wraps it up, making sure it‘s not too tight or loose.

»Please don‘t.« You plead quietly, voice shaky and thin-sounding. This only makes Tim sigh out exhausted, knowing this will be a long argument if he won‘t make himself clear to you.

»Those are deep,« he gently puts his hand over your bandaged forearm, focusing on you, »they almost need stitches and I‘ve never seen Damian this afraid before. You can‘t go through this alone.«

Tim stays knelt in front of you, his hand travelling down to hold onto yours in a reassuring grip. He knows he is not the best in comforting people, but he will do anything to make this stop.

»It‘s not that serious, I‘ve had way worse. This is just another one of my stupid— «

He interrupts you with a hug, shutting you up immediately. You don‘t know how to react to it, wrapping your good arm around him in a loose grip. Tim lets go, keeping his eyes on you as if to make sure you won‘t disappear.

»I need to tell Dick, at least.« You shake your head quickly, still hoping this could be a secret only you know about. But it‘s too late, there‘s no way you could get away from this.

»No...«

»I need to tell someone.«

You huff out frustrated, trying to argue against him, but Tim speaks up more firmly.

»Either Bruce or Dick. They‘ll find out either way, and you aren‘t doing this alone.«

He stands before you, giving you a few seconds to think and collect yourself as you continue to sit at the edge of the bathtub.

»I can‘t stop you, can I?«

He shakes his head slightly, crossing his arms. »Not a chance.«

With a final sigh, you open up about this all the while he listens and keeps his eyes on you, eventually helping with cleaning the mess up around the bathroom.

He gets why you didn‘t get any help before, why you‘ve been hiding it ever since and what drove you to this point. And he can‘t help but feel guilty. There‘s always been some kind of bond between you two, having seen you as his older sibling. Seeing you this broken and defeated is new and scary to him. Still, he feels it‘s his responsabilty to get you help from everyone.

Tim made a phone call to Dick first once he got outside onto his balcony, leaving you with a hot chocolate together with Damian in the main area.

»Get home. Someone here needs serious help and I need everyone to help.«

He is not the one to beat around the bush, getting straight to the point with Dick. His older brother is concerned, having no real idea of what‘s about to happen once he gets off the train and to the manor. The second call was made to Jason, who seemed more than busy at the moment. But he promised to be there in a few hours either way.

Lastly, Tim tried to reach out to Bruce, but he didn‘t pick up or read his messages. It didn‘t help the situation, leaving him angry and bitter.

Getting back to the main area, he sits down beside you, just waiting for Dick to arrive and get you some more comfort. The hot chocolate and cookies from Alfred helped a lot already, the rather annoying company of Damian was a strange reassurance that not everything is lost.

»What happened?«

Dick finally reaches the couch, shrugging his jacket off while lookig between you three. Alfred‘s standing back, observing the interaction from afar.

Exchanging a brief glance with Tim, he speaks up and explains it briefly to Dick, making his heart drop. The older brother doesn‘t hesitate to wrap you into a tight hug, apologising repeatedly and looking over you as if to make sure you aren‘t hurt in any more areas.

You end up being huddled up with the three of them on the couch, some cartoon playing on the big TV as you all share a big blanket. Jason arrives at last, being confused about the view before he just joins in, sitting down at the other end of the couch while watching the cartoon as well.

988 Lifeline

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[hood-ex]

Honestly want Damian and Raven to have a convo where they keep talking about Dick, but since they both call him Richard, the other Titans get into it and keep pointedly using Richard when talking to Dick.

"I don't know what I'm going to do about him. He won't listen to me, Richard."

"Riiichaaard! Where'd you go? I need you to check my homework!"

"I'll be back later, I'm going out with Donna. Do you want us to pick you up some food on our way back, Richard?"

"Quit worryin' so much, Richard. We'll have plenty of time before we leave."

[cablecar-s]

to love and self loath

Description :

With the death of her lover too much to bear, she makes the decision to run away from her life as Spider Woman, finding solace in the most crime ridden place in the U.S: Gotham City.

Note:

Hello! I'm currently just testing the waters of Tumblr at the moment, so bear with me because I have no idea what I'm doing. Constructive criticism is welcomed, just remember to not be mean >:/ Enjoy the first chapter!!

part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

Prepare For Trouble

"You're Spider-Woman, right?" He looked at her with a knowing yet amused smile on his face, all the while the woman who stood before him could only stare at him with slight bafflement. Eyes wide, lips slightly parted, she blinked at him, beginning to stammer.

"I.. What? How could you..? What kind of crazy.." She let out a small mix of what seemed to be a huff and laughter in trying to play off his not-so-false statement.

Her crush could only give her a look that read all too clearly as 'Really?' which led her to promptly give up, a sigh of defeat leaving her lips.

"I.. Yeah, you got me. I'm.. I'm Spider-Woman." She looked at him with a defeated smile. "How'd you know though? I thought I was pretty secretive!" She raised her hands up in defense, making him laugh.

"Well, with how much you sometimes ditch me last minute every time I hear sirens going off or how you always disappear out of thin air when something big or small happens, it was pretty easy to deduce the reasons why." He chuckled softly.

"You are also talking to the most smartest person in his entire school." He quickly added.

The female vigilante could only slightly scoff at this, looking around, as if someone else could hear the ridiculousness that was coming out from his mouth.

"Really now?" She questioned, almost mockingly.

Slowly, the two teenagers inched closer to one another while continuing to bicker, a teasing smile on both of their faces until finally they were mere inches away from one another.

"I hope you're not waiting for something." The teenaged boy said teasingly, a smile on his lips.

"No, not at all." The girl hummed, smiling back.

With the night air nipping at their skin, the warmth of their breaths could be felt on one another. And as they leaned in for a kiss, the floor beneath them fell in an instant, and they were soon falling down the clock tower.

With her spider suit on, breathing now heavy, adrenaline pumping into her veins, she watched as the boy she loved since high school began falling, watching as her single web was shot down towards him.

It was silent in that moment, everything having gone in slow motion, her web slowly reaching out to him, but was only seconds too late. The web, sticking itself to the man at the last second, his head still hitting the cold, hard floor, killing him in an instant.

The sound of her cries echoed in the now broken clock tower; grief, guilt, and anger consuming her body, until...

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP

In an instant the woman woke up, covered in her sweat, her heart pounding against her chest. Her fight and flight instincts having kicked in, her eyes darted around her new apartment, her brain slowly catching up as to where she was. 

The muffled sound of cars honking from outside her window was heard, the slight musty smell that her apartment had, and the multiple of unpacked boxes laying around in her small bedroom had slowly calmed her down.

Memories from a few days ago came back to her again, making her sigh while simultaneously burying her face into her hands, that night continuing to haunt her time and time again no matter how many times she had tried to forget. 

Finally turning the alarm on her phone off, she got herself out of bed and went to her bathroom to freshen up, her morning not doing so well with that dream of hers. 

Pulling her hair back from her face, the woman left her bathroom and started to continue where she had left off from yesterday with unpacking her stuff. Putting her playlist on shuffle, she began digging through all of the boxes that held her belongings, putting them in their respective places.

The female vigilante was glad to have gotten away from New York, it gave her time to take a break from playing Spider-Woman—and to hopefully heal. Though it's obvious someone from above thought it would be funny that she would be transferred in the most highest crime rated city: Gotham City.

There goes her vacation.

Though Gotham City should be fine without the help of Spider-Woman shouldn't it? They have all the other vigilantes that kept Gotham fairly safe.

From Batman and Robin to Nightwing, Orphan, Spoiler, hell they even have someone to protect Gotham in the morning, which would be Signal. Of course there was also Red Hood, though she still wasn't so sure if he was to be counted since he did run a few drug cartels.

Wasn't really her business though, as long as she didn't have to do any fighting in the mean time of her slight vacation. 

Boy was she wrong.

"I need you to take some photos of our vigilantes." Her new boss ordered.

"I'm sorry?" The woman furrowed her brows, staring at the woman who was busy typing away on her computer.

"You heard me. Pictures. Vigilantes. Stat." Her voice was monotone, yet it had a slight intimidation to it. 

The vacationing vigilante did her best in holding back her frustration, moving her arms a bit to exaggerate her words just a bit. 

"But Gotham is a lot more crime ridden at night. Can't you have one of the men do it? I'm sure they'd be less likely to get mugged unlike me." She couldn't help but huff, nothing but familiar with this attitude this older woman had.

She was very much the same as Jameson back at the Daily Bugle.

It wasn't long until the woman peeled her eyes off from her computer screen to stare at the vigilante with sharp eyes.

"Listen sweetheart, the reason why you were even transferred here was because of the crystal clear pictures you had taken of Spider Woman over back from where you're from." Opening a file cabinet from her desk, she flipped through a few divided folders before pulling one out in particular and opening it up, slightly tossing it in the middle of her desk.

Photos that she had taken slid itself out from its place in the divider, all of them of which were in good quality and all had good angles to them, only because she was quite literally taking pictures of herself in order to even obtain a job as a photojournalist.

"So it's either you take photos as nice as these of our vigilantes or we can throw you back to New York, your choice." Quite literally, Jameson's female doppelganger looked back up at her new transferee before going back to typing.

Letting out a small sigh, a muttered "Yes ma'am" left her lips before leaving her new demon boss' office. She really can't catch a break can she? 

Well it's not like she wasn't a night person in the first place right? Being able to do whatever she wanted during the day, and once the sun had disappeared and the darkness and rain had taken over Gotham was when it was her time to go out and do her job.

The only downside was how incredibly freezing cold it was in Gotham once night had hit. She could stand the cold to some degree, as a New Yorker she was quite used to the cold, but Gotham was a whole other story.

She should probably install thermos into her suit. As much as she didn't want to think about vigilantism, she knew deep down she would end up doing it, only reason she had brought her suit, which was buried in the deepest parts of her closets.

As her uncle had said time and time again: With great power comes great responsibility.

Being way too busy being deep in her thoughts while slightly, not really, looking as to where any of Gotham's vigilantes may be swinging by, the hair's on her body shot up, the familiar feeling of a tingling sensation in the back of her head appearing.

With swiftness, she side stepped a hand that had tried to take hold of the back of her neck. Turning around, she found herself eyeing three men, all having sinister smiles on their faces.

Just what exactly was her luck today?

"Come on boys, don't you think three of you is a bit much for a single woman like me?" She questioned, a nervous chuckle leaving her lips.

Every step back she had taken, they had taken two steps forward. They had glanced amongst each other, snickers leaving their mouths.

"Not with a lady as pretty as you." One of them commented.

Slowly, they had backed her into a closed off alleyway, all three of them laughing once her back had hit the brick wall.

Her eyes darted around, checking every crevice, every shadow, trying to see if any of Gotham's vigilantes will swoop down to rescue her, and save her the trouble of having to take care of these men herself. 

But there was no one, not even the slightest of movements, not a glint of lenses shining in the dim lighting. Welp, looks like she's on her own for tonight. 

"You guys, really don't want to do this." She warned them, but they only laughed more. They always laugh. Who wouldn't though? A helpless woman who you've backed into a corner telling you they're gonna regret what they're gonna do?

Good thing she wasn't just any ordinary woman though.

"We're gonna have so much fun with you pretty lady." One of them cackled.

"Ugh, how gross..." She muttered.

Glancing around one last time, this time, making sure there would be no bystanders to witness as to what was going to happen.

Pulling up the hood to her winter coat, she let out a sigh, raising one of her arms, pointing it towards one of the men.

"You asked for it." 

In the blink of an eye, her webs shot out from her wrist, a long string going straight for the one in the middle, before he was heaved straight towards the woman before making a harsh impact with a trash can lid.

"Ooh, you'll be feeling that tomorrow." She winced.

Grunts of surprise came from the other two men, but no matter how odd it was for webs to shoot out from a woman's hand, they proceeded to run at the female. With ease, she dodged their attempted charged attacks.

Her hands, opposite of the two men, shot out webs and took hold of the back of their heads before she pulled at the connected webs, causing the two men to bash their skulls together.

"You'll definitely feel that tomorrow." She chuckled. 

Taking a few steps back, she hesitated for a moment and stared at them before quickly rearranging the positions of their bodies.

"Just in case..." She muttered. With their backs all facing each others', she bundled them up in her webs, a precaution if they ended up gaining back consciousness before the morning

Dusting off her hands, she let out a satisfied hum before securing her hood once more before quickly jogging off, not wanting to be found at the scene of the crime. That would only cause herself more trouble. 

"Lets just call it a night, I'm freezing my ass off here." She muttered to herself, trying to bring her coat as close to her body as possible, not wanting to lose what bit of warmth her body was keeping.

Unknowingly to the spider though, a mysterious figure with their infamous red helmet had stumbled upon her small clean up, the two barely missing each other.

He stared at the scene in front of him, his helmet quickly getting to work in scanning the mysterious webs. With his boots softly kicking at the small puddles on the ground, he crouched down, taking a closer look at the webs.

His helmet broke down the composition of the webs, seeing how it was made with a few chemicals. Reaching out his hand, he began to touch the webs a bit, trying to rip at it for a sample.

It clung to his leather glove, and it took a bit of force until it got unstuck, it almost took his glove with it with how hard he was pulling.

"The hell..?" He muttered to himself.

He rubbed his fingers together, some of stickiness staying on his gloved fingers. He took out his knife from one of his secret pockets instead and cut a bit of the web off, making it cling to his blade.

"This shit better come off..." He grumbled before putting his knife away. 

Standing up, he took out his grapple from his utility belt before disappearing into the night. 

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The spider quickly shot up from her bed, her breathing irregular and covered in her sweat again, tortured once again by that never ending nightmare. Her eyes darting around her bedroom once more, she takes slow deep breaths before covering her eyes with her hands, the palm of her hands pressing into her eyelids.

Letting out a deep sigh, she got out of her bed, doing her morning routine once more. Scrolling through her phone, she looks at the news of Gotham City, most of them mainly about the many crimes of the city, some of politicians, and others of Bruce Wayne. 

Before putting her phone down though, a message popped from the top of her screen, it was from her new boss.

"I better have those photos by the end of this week!!!!" It had read.

The woman only rolled her eyes, turning off her phone so she could dump her face in water. 

Leaving her bathroom, she rubbed her moisturizer onto her face while making her way to her living room that also shared her kitchen. Starting up her coffee machine, she made herself a quick PB&J in the meantime. 

Leaning against the counter as she slowly ate her sandwich, the smell of coffee beginning to waft in the air, the vacationing vigilante took a good look at her small apartment. 

It was.. 

A bit bland to put it nicely. 

Guess she was going shopping today. Quickly downing her coffee without trying to burn her tongue, she quickly got dressed and headed out to do a bit of shopping, to make her apartment just a bit more welcoming for the time that she was staying in Gotham. 

Though she had a bit of a tight budget, she managed to buy a few things well within it that there was a little left over that she could buy herself dinner.

By the time she was done shopping though, the sun was beginning to set, meaning that it was nearly time for the criminals of Gotham to come crawling out of their hiding spots to cause some trouble.

"Shit..." She muttered under her breath, holding onto her plastic bags tightly, her shoes tapping against the cement as she quickly tries to make it back to her apartment before she got mugged.

Her senses have heightened a bit as a sense of panic and wariness began to settle in her stomach. Her eyes flitted about, cautious of every corner, every shadow, every alley, the last light sunset disappearing over the horizon.

Cursing under her breath, her steps quickened, and then there she saw it. A blur of bright red, green, and yellow flying in the air; it was Robin.

Her boss's text from this morning came back to her, which only made her curse more. Of course she didn't bring her camera. The handles of the bags hanging from one of her arms, she quickly fishes out her phone from her back pocket, turning the flash on to take a quick picture of Robin before he disappeared off into the night.

She cursed at his nimbleness, taking a small step back as he flies above her, but just as she was about to take the picture, she had bumped into something sturdy. 

Blinking, she slowly turned around, only to come face to face with someone's chest, Batman's symbol on a black shirt, but instead it was in red.

Slowly, she looked up, only to find herself face to face with the Red Hood.

Click!

The flash to her phone went off as she took a picture of him.

next chapter ->

[syresdcthings]

Hey! You! Are you trying to broaden your Damian Wayne fanfiction by giving him FRIENDS BESIDES JON??? Well, do I have news for you!

Here is my list of SOME. NOT ALL. of Damians friends(even if it isn't confirmed or hasnt been shown but i think it's CUTE) in comics!

Gotham Friends (count: 11)

Colin Wilkes (INCLUDE HIM MORE), Maps Mizoguchi, Isabella Ortiz, fuck it basically all of the We Are Robin movement, Skylar (WFA If that counts), Bette Kane (I GUESS), Tiffany Fox

Lazarus squad (count: 11)

Green Arrow/Connor Hawke, Black Swan, XXL, Ravager/Rose, Flatline/Nika, Respawn (I GUESS?), all of The Demons fist

Other (count: 12)

Monkey Prince, April O'Neil (AGAIN, I GUESS??), Batmite, Billy Batson, Aurora/Eos, Sara Meyer, Irey West, Big Shot, Hard Line, Ace West, Nobody/Maya, Suren Darga, Kathy Branden, Jay Nakamura and finally, Jon Kent

NOW THERE IS DEFINETLY OTHERS THAT COULD BE PUT HERE AND IM FORGETTING, but for now have these guys!

OVERALL FRIEND COUNT: 35

[psychologeek]

Teasers from SoT chapter 20:

Chapters 1-19

Damian doesn't look, even as Father says his name. He doesn't reply. He is carried down the hall by his sister, waiting for his own disownment, and says nothing.

~

What do you mean, Damian?” Father asks. His voice is a knife, penetrating through the heart and pin to the floor, to the wall, to the glass (to be examined and searched and–). Damian doesn't answer that. He puts everything into keeping his mask up. Keeping his face blank, his breathing equal, his heartbeat unchanged. (He can't. His vocal chords are gone and he can't even remember what words are like.)

Full chapter should be published on Thursday.

[uniasus]

fic rec! 36K DP x DC fic with Damian and Danny as siblings.

Summary: While being chased through the Zone, Danny quickly found himself slamming into some weird Ghost Zone nonsense and turned into a child. Scared and confused, he tries to find the one person who had always kept him safe when he was younger.

Damian hadn't seen his baby brother since the day their grandfather killed him. Imagine his surprise when eight years later, his six-year-old brother came back, clawing his way out of the pits and reaching out for him.

Comments: There's a lot going on here. Tons of comfort as Danny struggles with emotions as a 6-year-old. A whole mess of adoption feels (why didn't the Fentons adopt him after 8 years? He loves them. Would they give him to Bruce, or try to keep him?), including Damian and Jazz having big sibling jealousy. Vlad all-too eager to take advantage of the situation. So much to love.

[hains-mae]

He said it stood for Hope.

Starlight comic update; the script it finally done! And now it’s time to make the thumbs~ <3 will update soon!

[family-aya]

🛑🙏😔Stop, please 😔🙏🛑

Don't ignore me, listen to our sad story💔

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My children👇😭

My baby's death😭

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[forgotten-daydreamer]

there it is, in all its glory (derogatory)

[brushes-of-sage]

Just saw Battle of the Super Sons and it’s confirmed what I already know: Damian’s and Jon’s friendship mean everything to me and I will burn the world down for them

[zephyrwrites2]

Last hc for the night

Damian's day job is illustrator. He is the one who does the art one children's books and an handful of board games. He does the cover of some novels and agrees to also work for some artist and their CDs, from all kind of music (from classical to death metal with some pop/rock musicians).

(Also, I can see him admiring the work of H.R. Giger (who did metal band covers) and Zdzisław Beksiński and if you don't know who they are, look their arts on Google but be aware of the body horror, gore and nudity)