Damian’s prosthetic spine is my Roman Empire
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Text ver. of the handwriting under cut in case it's hard to read
Comic; page 1
Panel 1 -
(Halfway up a skyscraper)
Damian: X-ray vision.
Jon: would it kill you to say please?
Panel 2 -
Damian: Does baby need to be coddled?
(Bomb)
Panel 5-
(whole ass metal spine)
Panel 6 -
(pamphlet saying 'childhood scoliosis spinal implants. Titanium rod')
Jon: Man, your scoliosis must've been bad, huh?
Comic; Page 2
Panel 3 -
Jon: it's the red one by the way
Panel 4 -
Jon: Wanna swing by mine for leftover pie after?
Damian: sure.
Sketches;
Page 1:
Headcanons.
Cracks back like old man
Has to do regular back exercises
Page 2:
Headcanon 2
Rubs back of neck/where chip was when upset
(I know he wouldn't have a scar, but consider scars are cool)
Page 3:
Banner: Paralysed by a colourful serial killer club
Barbara: Joker. You?
Damian: ... Flamingo
The dynamic
At heart, a good person
Just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing
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ROMANCE-TOBER
ROMTOBER — 2024 !
!original idea: @dollishbabess
Week 1: Dick Grayson (1 Oct - 7 Oct)
↳Day one: Haunted House Date You and Dick visit a haunted house attraction, but he's more scared than you are, clinging to you the entire time.
wc: 1.1 K
warnings: none, no y/n used, fluff
a/n: I'm tired of kinktober so here is romtober (divider: @saradika-graphics)
HAUNTED HOUSE
It‘s not like Dick hates horror movies, he actually enjoys some medium-core scary movies. Especially when he gets to use the excuse to cuddle up under a thick blanket beside you and cuddle. The more chilly weather, the warm colours, and the cool dates you can go to is his favourite part about autumn.
Like now, you are both on your way to your current date, hand in hand. Even wearing matching scarfs, it couldn‘t get more perfect. The sun is already setting as you enter the small gate to the wooden house, that could be mistaken for a simple cabin. ‚Simple‘ if it wasn‘t for dead trees and broken fence around it. Studying the area briefly to make sure nothing could go wrong, you finally step inside.
He thinks you don‘t notice but the grip on your became tighter once you stepped inside. Still, he wears his care-free smile on his face. Of course, you won‘t comment on it and just follow him around. The house is definitely abandoned, no sounds beside the wind going around outside.
»Well, this isn‘t as bad as I expected it to be.« He shrugs lightly and steps closer to one of the drawers, looking through the framed pictures.
There were what looks to be a family from the early eighteen-hundreds. Old gothic clothing, blank faces and of course the familiar black and white filter. Well, not really a filter as they just didn‘t have colourised photographs back then.
»Do you think they are ghosts now that watch over this house?«
Dick‘s poor attempt to scare only resulted you in giving him a stoic expression before you scare him back.
»No, they would most likely be poltergeists or other spirits. Maybe even transform into other creatures,« taking a step closer, you presss a small kiss onto his cheek, »just don‘t piss them off.«
With a playful wink, you let go of his hand and explore more of the house, roaming around freely.
He gets out of his trance and follows you quickly, taking your hand into his again.
»Yeah, I uh… I won‘t.« Dick mumbles back while glancing around the house once more before focusing on you.
It‘s quiet for a while before something seems to fall in the house. Probably next room. Dick gets in front of you, seeming tense as he carefully peeks around the corner and makes sure there isn‘t any danger for the both of you. However, you are not having any of it. Scoffing lightly, you nudge his arm a bit.
»C‘mon, it was probably just a wind.« Now Dick is a little annoyed and glances back to you.
»How can you say something like that? We‘re in a haunted house, remember? Haunted.«
He is really trying not to sound like a concerned parent, but you can still see and hear the hint of worry in his tone. Still, it‘s actually amusing to see him this riled up just because you‘re in a ‚haunted‘ house.
Eventually, he relaxes again but keeps his hand in yours. The room that you heard the thud coming from was just a normal bedroom. Judging by the pale pink curtains and dirty, pastel pink sheets, it probably belonged to the young girl in one of the pictures you saw earlier. With no fear, you stride in quietly and just take a look around, picking up some small things to examine them further. Dick does the same, but not without glancing over to you frequently; ‚just to make sure you‘re alright‘.
And that‘s definitely why he didn‘t jump up when another thud was heard from the room you came from. It didn‘t make things any better that the sun was almost completely down by now, making it dim inside. Naturally, Dick reached for you hand and continued to look around the house like this together.
He was more alert than normally, probably because he didn‘t want anything to happen to you. And probably because he was slightly paranoid now. Some ravens are yelling nonsense outside as he tries his best it just get along.
But it doesn‘t help, it‘s way too many coincidences at the same time.
»Are we sure we took a harmless haunted house? This doesn‘t seem like it...«
He mutters to you, but it only makes you more amused.
»Yeah, we would be dead by now if it wasn‘t. Trust me, supernatural has thought me that much.«
The casual shrug you give him is only making him a more paranoid. It might seem like you know much about paranormal stuff, but he has watched too many horror movies in the past few days to just be relaxed about it. There‘s always some person who says nothing will happen, and then the worst thing happens after all.
Not that he would say that to you.
»Right, yeah… anything else they thaught you? Like, being more cautious?«
You didn‘t even have time to answer before the window of the kitchen suddenly opens up, blowing fresh breeze inside.
He shreeks and wraps his arms around you in a death grip, way more surprised than you.
»See? I told you it was a bad idea!«
»It was your idea!« You argue back and huff out lightly at him. His hug is almost squishing you together at this point and it actually feels a it suffocating.
»Could you… let go?« Dick doesn‘t get what you mean until he looks down at you, letting go with a sheepish expression.
»Right, sorry...« Intertwining your fingers with his, he makes his way to the exit, having to drag you out.
»Wait, what are you doing? Are we leaving already?« You ask rather confused and in disbelief, looking back to take in the house again.
»No, we‘re just going home. This place is weird.« Dick answers back less amused and gets out of the old house finally, pausing once he sees a black cat cross the damn street in front of you.
»Seriously? It was just getting fun...«
You mumble back which makes him snap back into reality. He shakes his head briefly before walking out, leaving the small property.
»You thought this was fun? Well… it… it was fun but ot fun like an amusement park, you know? How about we go there next?«
You stay quiet for a small moment, just studying him before you just accpet it. He seems a bit spooked, so why not?
»I won‘t mind, sure«
He finally smiles more easily at you, his arm going around your shoulders to let you stay close. After that quick trip to the haunted house, you arrive at the amusement and play a few games, you went to a ride together and ended the night with two slushies. All in all, it was pretty fun for both of you. N matter how hard Dick held onto your hand before that, it was entertaining.
a/n: hope you enjoyed this! i'll try to make the other parts more intersting and fluffy, i'm actually very excited to be part of this small challenge!! let's see how i'll hold up though >"<
added note: i won't continue with this serious, as mentioned before, this is not my original idea.
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To anyone who thinks Bruce has a clear and consistent favourite child I raise you this: it is infinitely funnier for Bruce to have a complicated and elaborate “ranking” system of his kids that only he’s privy to.
Picture this: Batman, dosed with truth serum, gets asked as a gag from one of the goons holding him captive who his favourite bat-vigilante is and instead of giving a straight answer, he launches into this whole explanation about the ranking system and who’s in the current lead, who’s hanging behind, etc. At some point (this is a mystery to everyone involved) a whiteboard appears and he starts explaining his system like he’s a football coach before an important match. Out of nowhere he starts pulling out little cardboard cutouts of his kids and pins them to the board. At some point the red string comes out.
Jason hasn’t killed someone in a week? Automatically promoted to favourite. Tim hasn’t caused an international incident in the past month? Puts him a few points ahead that keep decreasing the longer he refuses real sleep (20 minute power naps don’t count Tim! Says powernap inventor Bruce Wayne). Cass gave him a hug this morning and wished him a good day? Favourite until he gets a call from dick telling him (without shouting!!!!) that he’ll be there for this week’s Sunday dinner. Duke accidentally scratches the Batmobile? Demoted to the “in trouble” zone (which, honestly, that’s where his kids spend most of the time in😭). Damian did not attempt to free all the animals in the zoo they visited? Favourite. Until Bruce found out he was just trying to conceal the cat hidden in his room that Bruce explicitly forbade him from keeping.
Dick arrives at the family dinner with a busted shoulder and a bruise the size of Texas on his face? Gets demoted so far down that even azraeil scores higher than him. He’s in the “in trouble” zone for a constant month after that. Oh one of them survived an almost death? Favourite for at least the next week. At least. Multiple people survive an almost death? EVERYONES the favourite. The least favourite is the growing grey hairs on his head.
The end of day results are decided by who bothers to wish him goodnight and if all of them have fucked up in some way the past week then Jon (Kent) becomes the automatic favourite until someone cracks a joke that Bruce actually finds funny.
The favourite child changes daily, hourly even, and his kids are aware this system exists and keep trying to crack the code but he always Knows and just smirks smugly.
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