#talia is a good mom

[spicy-apple-pie]

Jason brings up the fact that he's changed Damian's diapers as often as possible.

[morgansunflower]

A Kind Gesture 1/2

Older! Damian Wayne X Reader

Warnings: suggestive content, explicit language, nudity, hyperthermia and angst.

Words:1406

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V. Good mom Talia!

No one believed him but she did. She came with him to find his mother and now Damian is keeping her alive.

Their plane had crashed into the desert and their communications were useless as they had no signal. Damian had let Y/N or more like made her, use the parachute to leave the plane safely as he would try to land the plane. They had been attacked by his grandfather's assassin's and their plane was gunned down.

Titus sniffs at the ground trying to pick up her sent. Damian wore a long fabric scarf that went across his face just below his eyelids. He looked across the desert seeing the endless hot sand and the burning sun made his body hot. He had to find her.

Titus finally picked up her sent. He howls outward running. Damian follows him running.

"well done Titus keep going!!"

The two run up a sand hill. He uses his binoculars. He sees her laying face down and to his worst fear, she was not moving.

"no" he mumbled with dread

Damian runs to her. Her body was halfway buried in the sand with her, parachute. Titus dug the sand away as Damian pulled her out. Her skin was burning to his touch.

"Y/N! Y/N!" he checks her pulse that was rapid.

He quickly takes off her parachute and carried her. He runs to the crash site hoping it would bring supplies to help heal her. She shivered from the extensive heat. Titus barks dragging out her sleeping bag.

Damian gently lays her on the floor of the plane. He lays out a bed mat and lays her on it gently. Treating her like glass he checks her rapid pulse.

".. Dami?.." she slurred yet again having been crying out his name prior to her current condition.

"shh I'm here. You're suffering from hyperthermia but fear, not.. I'm equip to tend to you.. I.. You must trust me. Your temperature is high enough your body could go into a coma or w-worse"

She gently nodded, he wanted to take her pain away. Though this, would have to do. He first takes off her shoes, her socks, her pants. He was, so gentle she barely even felt his skin. She feels the hot sweated clothes off of her body.. Which she knew meant Damian could see everything.

He took the ice packs on her sweat covered skin. He placed one on her inner thigh, another under her armpits, one on her facial cheeks, two on her palms. He used the last two on her ankles.

Her lips began to tremble, the pain was encrusting. Her legs were sore as the muscles cramp. Damian gently wipes the continuous sweat away from her skin.

He hooked to her to a, heart monitor to keep progress on her heartbeat to ensure it still beats. He had specifically hooked to his spy-contacts. He then hooks her to a IV.

To offer her modesty he placed a thin blanket above chest and just below her inner thigh. He hoped she wouldn't hate him for seeing her like this. He tried not to gaze at her beauty and just focused on keeping her alive. He gave her medicine when she needed it and kept her hydrated.

Once her temperature began to drop he, dressed her in the most comfortable clothes he could. She still was, barely coherent.

Nights were spent in complete terror as Damian remained awake denying himself rest. Her precious heart that he held dearly began to beat dangerously slow. Before he could even blink, it stopped. Dami kneels as he takes the heart defibrillators. He uses them once.. Nothing

"c'mon habibi!" he begged

The intimate word was, unintended but was, said because of how his high emotions were.

He does it again.. And again.. Finally her heartbeat on the monitor moved. Damian let's himself feel for a moment..

He feels as though his gut was, punched repeatedly. His, heart was rapid as his fear settled in and he allows himself to realize what could have happened.

He stands nearly doubling over from the shock. He sits on the floor of the plane. His body felt as though he would break. Damian runs his hand down his face and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Titus sits beside him resting his head on his leg. Damian pet his, loyal companion trying to ease his fearful heart.

The adrenaline rush to keep her, alive had caused his body to feel weaken with tiredness. He wouldn't rest. He couldn't. This was his fault for allowing her to come with him.

No one believed him. He knew his mother was still alive when everyone else believed it was Ra's trying to trap him.

The next night..

His heart leaps to relief, his lips threaten to shake as his eyes see Y/N gently stir coming to. All she seem to remember was, Damian

".. Dami.."

"I'm here.. Here's some, water"

Her strength had allowed her to sit upward with his assistance. She takes the glass drinking the water.

"H-how long was I out?"

".. 3 days.."

He helped her lay back down and adjusted the blanket to cover her feet

"do you remember anything?" he then asked.

"the crash.. You asking to--" she clears her throat flustered remembering what Damian had seen "and then that's it"

"I hope you don't feel violated I would never--" she cuts him off quickly

She holds his hand kindly "I know you would never. Damian don't doubt that I don't trust you"

Her words took his anxiety away. That following day. Damian scopes the area to look for any threats. His body became thrust with adrenaline seeing one standing alone in the faraway distance. He returns to the plane to see Y/N laying on her bed-mat.

"Damian?"

"we're not alone. I'm going to find out if they're friend or foe"

"ok! I will get my gear and--"

"no!" he demanded

"I can help you" she snapped back at him

He kneels down to her eye-level, he hesitantly touched her shoulder

"no. I need you here where you're safe. Your body is still recovering. Your fever hasn't broken"

"... OK.. Be careful"

He gently nodded standing to his feet. "Titus keep her safe"

Titus barked obeying as he sits right beside Y/N. Damian leaves the crash to confront the masked person. He takes his sword from his scabbard. The former assassin came closer.

It was a woman who reflects his own skin. Damian returned the blade to his scabbard. She came closer to the young man touching the bottom of his chin with her bent thumb.

She speaks in Arabic "your eyes are weak my son"

"I have missed you mother" he replied in the same language

Talia softly smiled to her child who was now a man. Damian sees the bat-plane accompanied by his father.

Y/N hears a plane coming to her. She quickly grabbed her weapon. She began forcing herself upward to her tired feet. She leaves the crashed plane only to see Damian with his parents.

Days went by Y/N was slowly returning to her normal self. She needed to properly thank Damian before she could truly rest. She knocks on his door. Inside his room Damian quickly shut his journal which had drawings of Y/N.

He opens the door "Y/N, are feeling ok?"

"I'm doing better.. I just realized I didn't properly thank you"

".. It was just a kind gesture" Damian said dull tone because otherwise he wouldn't be able to keep from confessing everything.

Her pain was his fault. He was scared if she came closer something worse could happen.

"well I.. I guess I will just thank you and be on my way" she said bitter walking away breaking his heart as he had broken her own.

Damian avoided her completely... Y/N could barely remember what, had happened during her hyperthermic state. She wondered if she hurt Damian somehow given his obvious distance from her.

Y/N first puts on her Bluetooth earbuds. Y/N gets on her laptop putting on the security footage from inside the plane...

She watches Damian tending to her so carefully. Nursing her back to health. She didn't see him rest or so much as close his, eyes for more than a, few minutes. Her eyes shake seeing Damian making her heart beat again after it had stopped and the word he spoke. His tears slowly came thereafter when he sat down which brought tears to her own eyes.

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[bearhalsin]

Yelling at the idea that Talia will randomly grab Damian to visit for custody reasons and then also grabbing Jason because after all they went through That's Her Son Too

[theredheaded-stuff]

Damian has a scar on his thumb, He always tell a different edgy story about it but he actually got the scar chopping some onions when younger.

Talia freaked out in that day while bandaging Damian's little hand, Now she is the one chopping the onions to the meal while Damian wash the lettuces

[crybabylulu]

Pt 20 this is correct and no I will not take criticism

Talia: *talking to a random teacher at a PTA meeting (Parent teacher association meeting)* these are my children I birthed all of them it was hard but so worth it in the end *showing off pictures of Damian, Jason and Cassandra* aren’t they beautiful?

Teacher: indeed they are

Some mom: *butting into the conversation* they don’t look much like you except that one *points at Damian’s picture*

Talia: well my son Jason and daughter Cassandra take after their father

Some mom: they all have the same father? That’s shocking

Talia: excuse me?

Some mom: I’m just saying

Talia: I have only loved one man my entire life and he is the father of my children *grabs Bruce who is by the cupcake table* this is the man that impregnated me three times to give me three beautiful children! Do you not see the resemblance?

Bruce: *confused asf with a cupcake in his mouth*

[vodrae]

Jason: Fuck you Bruce, you're such a Dick.

Bruce: If you think i'm offended, you're wrong my boy.

Jason: Sorry, *clear his voice*, fuck you Bruce, you're such a dick !

Bruce: Language !

Alfred: I know someone who lost his cookie privilege.

Jason: What ?! I'm going to mom's ! In Metropolis ! And I will give Superman merch to every kids in Gotham !

Bruce: Now you're taking it too far !

[spider-jaysart]

Sad baby Damian

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Jason never made his debut as a Crime Lord and instead only comes back to Gotham when Damian insists on training with the Batman, insistent on guarding him from the shadows.

Bruce’s headache reaches epic proportions when neither Talia nor Damian elaborate on the man’s presence other than that he’s “Damian’s older brother”.

[spicy-apple-pie]

What if Talia saved Jason before Joker could kill him?

(Should I do a part 2?)

[morgansunflower]

It's OK. I'm Ok. I'm Here

Older! Damian Wayne X Reader

Warnings: suggestive content, major character injury, angst.

Words:1503

Arthur's notes: Good mom Talia! Third P. O. V. Reader's father is a villain(read to find out lol)

Damian disappears as his lover is struggling to cope with his disappearance and with that keeping her secret buried from his family.

Damian and Y/N stood beside each other as they were being followed by an unknown enemy. Robin saw a sniper through his spy-bug on the building miles away from them. Damian pushed Y/N away from the line of fire. Damian took cover however the bullet went through his shoulder that was aimed to his chest.

"DAMIAN!!" she yelled seeing the blood.

He yelled out in pain, trying to remain on his two feet. Suddenly they were surrounded by several Mercenaries. He quickly put on a mouth breathing tube and gave one to Y/N. As she out her own on. Damian's adrenaline calmed to cause him to be fully aware of his injury.

"ARGHH!!" Damian throws a knock-out smoak bomb to them "we mu-must run!!"

Y/N let him place his unhurt arm over his shoulder while applying pressure to the wound. Together they made their way to a safe house, with the breathing mask off. She rips his uniform down to only wearing his pants. Damian stepped dramatically in pain, leaving her. He was breathing heavily in panted breaths, into the medical area of the safe house. He heavily breaths as she cleans his wound. She wipes the blood clean off of his chest. She began to securely bandages his wounds. He heavily breaths as the pain lingered. Damian laid on his uninjured side, he touches her wrist gently. She was overcome with worry.

"thank you" he softly touched her lips with his own

She takes pain medicine giving it to him. He moves her hand away.

"I don't N-need th-that"

"don't start with me"

She puts it in his mouth, he rolled his eyes swallowing. She gently rubbed his forehead as his body nearly shaked in pain. She hooks Damian to IV fluids and a heart monitor. Y/N added the status of his vitals to alert her phone.

"you leave me again?"

"Damian I.. I didn't grow up as a prince or as a billionaires child.. I was on the streets and my father... My father literally tried to kill your brother and you"

"dammit. I care not of where you came from and neither will they!! Some of own family lived on the streets and Brown's father was no amount of a worthy individual"

"it's different you're their son. They're not adopting someone to give them a better life. They're giving their blessing to a person who had no one... Until she met their son"

He takes her hand "I love you and they will to. Look at what you have done for me.. You broke my wall into nothing but dust, you love me purely and have tended to my wounds.. That alone is enough"

As Damian fell into a deep sleep she alerted his family through his phone. She kissed his lips farewell and then departed. Nightwing and Batman quickly came to Damian's location. Damian wakes hearing their approaching footsteps. He rips the IV and heart monitor off. He raises from laying down to a sitting position on the bed.

"Father, Grayson"

"you ok little D? What happened?"

He winces raising to his feet "I'm fine, there has been a bounty placed on me. It is likely Ra's.."

He walks past them until his father says "who tended to your bullet wound?"

"I did"

Lie. Bruce knew. Just before sunrise Bruce calls her.

-"Beloved?"

"Talia. Have you been visiting our son?"

Talia was surprised by his question "no I have not. Why?"

"has he spoken to you about. Anyone?"

"Beloved. We promised for.. Our son's sake to be honest with each other. I sense the hesitation"

"Damian was sho--"

"what?! You tell me this over the phone?! What are you--" Bruce cut her off

"Talia he's stable, he's speaking. He's OK. I promise. He informed me that he had taken care of his wound. However the way the bandages were wrapped someone else had to be the one to have done it. He's been distant.... I.. I don't know what is happening to him"

Talia's heart swelled as she began to smile "our son is falling in love..."

Falling so very deeply in love was he for Y/N. 2 weeks later.... Y/N's hands shake in her room at the the hub. She had just been informed that Robin aka Damian was currently M. I. A. She began to cry as she was truly terrified worse news would follow. By now his family had no idea who he was dating only that by his calmer demeanor.. He must truly love her.

She went, to Gotham to help search for Damian and to help the family through this difficult time. It was odd. She felt she already knows them in and out based on what Damian told her. She stood in her H/N uniform alone. She was terrified for Damian. Who could be hurting him? She feels her, eyes shake but then she became alert. She turns to see Talia al Ghul approaching...

"Ms al Ghul" she greeted

"my beloved spoke to me of you. You are no child he has saved but you suddenly appeared without explanation. Why? Why do you care of my child's safety?"

"I know him quite well in fact.." Y/N said with a broken smile

"yes I know you had trained with my son" Talia said hurting inside

"no, I KNOW him. I know his heart, I know he is much like his father and his mother in so many ways. He loves your mloukhieh, he loves his animals and his family so dearly... And I know he loves me just as I love him so very and painfully deep"

Talia takes a deep breath, the pain she saw in Y/N was love.. genuine love for her son.

"you have my blessing child"

"thank you! Thank you Talia!" she said as her pressure seemed to be lighter.

"no, thank you for saving my boy" she said in such a genuine tone it assured Y/N she really was accepted by Damian's mother.

Y/N asked the family, Damian's family to meet her in the theater room. As everyone slowly entered the room one by one. She couldn't keep her secret any longer.

"so huh Y/N, is everything okay?" Grayson asked

Cassandra gasped looking to the younger girl realizing the truth. The siblings tried to figure out what made Cass gasp.

"why did you gasp?! What's going on?!" Stephanie exclaimed after her sister's gasp.

She takes a deep breath "I.. I'm Damian's secret girlfriend" her eyes begin to shake "he wanted to tell you about us. He genuinely did but I didn't know how to meet these remarkable people, that I knew Damian loved so dearly... I came from very little.. Until I met Dami.. I should have done this long ago. I suppose I was a little...." she stammered

"overwhelmed?" Grayson asked kindly

"or perhaps scared because my last name is... Wilson.. As in... " she stammered yet again in shame. "Ravager..."

"you're Slade's daughter" Grayson said with a startled expression. "I thought.."

"I know... I faked my death so I could get away from him. After Ravager's apparent death.. I changed my persona and made my life different.. I kept my secret fearing somehow he'd find out and.. But I'm not alone. I know that.. Be.. Because of Damian"

"I knew Slade had a daughter but she supposedly died in a fire... Impressive that you were able to hide from the greatest detective" Bruce said kindly.

Did he, just complement her? The family were quite overjoyed to know Damian's girlfriend. To know she cared about him. Stephanie hugged Y/N follower by more empathizing embraces. That night Y/N stayed in the Manor. She never slept in such a nice bed. She stayed for several days as each day came.. her heart broke. She steps out of the elevator to the Bat-cave. She hears crying and his voice. It was his voice! She runs to see her lover

"Habibi" Damian heavily breathed

Now was not the time to think of his siblings poking at him for his kindness to his beloved.

"I thought.. I thought" she began to sob covering her face, hugging him carefully.

"It's OK. I'm okay. I'm here" he promised holding her closely.

She continued sobbing and then calms herself to a cry. She parts looking to his thick muscular arms, his legs and his tired face. He was ok... From what she could tell but what did his fabric conceal.

"what happened?" she cried.

He dried her tears with his thumbs "I was captured by what I can only assume to be my grandfather's assassin's... After I escaped after having a concussion. I barely remembered my own life.. It took me time to find my way back"

"I'm so very glad you did" she said resting her head on his chest.

Damian kisses her head. He's safe.. She's safe. She's OK. He's OK. She feels his steady heartbeat.. He is really home.

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[starry-bi-sky]

Stuck in the middle of a forest made of

Flesh and bones and they're all scared of

A lost little boy who has lost his heart

Fear's not enough, they have to

Tear him apart —-------

There are two things Daniel Fenton knows that his family knows as well: 

He’s adopted.

He can’t remember anything else before that.  

‘Adoption’ is a loose term, implying that they went through the official legal processes and troubles of adopting a child into their home willingly, and with the full intention of doing so going into it. That is not what happened. What happened is that Jasmine Fenton found a half-dead child, in strange clothing, in the middle of the woods at her Aunt Alicia’s cabin, and then she went and got her parents. 

What happened is that a twelve year old Danny woke up in the same cabin, wearing clothes much too big on him that didn’t belong to him, and with very little memory of before that moment. He wakes up like a spring being set loose, sitting up so fast he scares the daylights out of Jasmine Fenton sitting next to him. He wakes up, reaching for his sleeve for something that isn’t there, and when it isn’t his mind stutters, like he’s tripped at the top of a steep hill. 

When they ask him for his name, he tells them, clearing muddled thoughts from his mind; Danny. He’s twelve.

(He thinks that’s his name, at least. It sounds right; it feels right. If he thinks really hard about it, he thinks he can remember someone calling him that, utter adoration in their voice. So it must be his name.) 

The Jasmine girl convinces her parents to take him home with them, and they give him the spare guest room upstairs. He has nothing to fill it with.

It’s… a strange experience, to go to a ‘new’ home when he doesn’t even remember his old one. 

The official adoption process… happens. He can’t say it’s easy, or difficult. He’s oblivious for the most of it, Jasmine intends on helping him settle in and Danny can’t say he enjoys the smothering. He learns that he is stubbornly self-independent, that’s one new thing he knows about himself. 

His adoption papers say ‘Daniel J. Fenton’. Danny remembers staring at the name ‘Daniel’ for a long, long moment, something curdling sour in his sternum. His name is Danny, that he knows. But it’s not Daniel. But he doesn’t know any other way of saying it, so he keeps his complaints to himself.

(Jack Fenton boisterously claps his hand on Danny’s shoulder and jerks him around, grinning wide as he welcomes him into the Fenton Family. Danny’s mind blanches at the touch on his shoulder, an instinct snapping like the maw of a snake, telling him to cut off the man’s fingers for daring to touch him.) 

(He keeps the thought to himself, tension rising up his shoulders the longer Jack Fenton’s heavy hand stays on him.) 

They found Danny in the summer. It’s a perfect coincidence, Maddie Fenton says before she goes back into her lab with Jack Fenton. She says it’s enough time to allow Danny to adjust; that they’ll enroll him into the school year in the fall. Then she stuffs a canister of ectoplasm onto the top shelf, and disappears like the ghosts she studies back down the stairs.  

(There’s something eerily familiar about the ectoplasm sitting in the fridge, something unsettlingly so. Danny knows what that stuff is, but he doesn’t know where. When the house is empty, he takes a can from the fridge and inspects it.)

Jazz wants him to leave the house. Danny doesn’t want to step foot outside of the FentonWorks building until he has something that quells the feeling of vulnerability he gets whenever he does. He tried to once, and he felt exposed. Unsafe. 

He turned back around and went inside.

—-------

Where do we go

When the river's running slow

Where do we run

When the cats kill one by one

—------

One day, when the house is empty — or, as empty as it can be; the Fenton parents down in the lab, and jazz out with friends. Danny is making a sandwich, and he caves into the urge to flip the knife in his hands between his fingers. A childish impulse, but one he falls for nonetheless. It comes to him easily, like second nature, in fact. The slip of the blade between his fingers is seamless, flowing with an ease like water running down the wall.  

He’s almost startled by it; his body holds memories that his mind does not. Muscles that know which way to move and twist, limbs that know how to hold and how to throw. He continues twirling it, fascinated, as if he were a scientist discovering a new species of animal. 

It’s not for a handful of minutes when a new thought hits him; an impulsive thought that pops in the back of his mind like a firecracker; Danny moves without thinking. 

He turns, and throws the knife. The pull of his shoulder, the flick of his elbow, is familiar like a hug. He knows when to let go, and the blade flies through the air in impressive speed, embedding itself into the wall with a hearty, loud thunk. Sinking into the drywall like butter. 

Danny stares at it in shock, he feels relieved — about what? — before he feels the guilt. He scrambles across the kitchen to pull it out, heart racing in his chest at being caught, and prays no one notices the hole it left behind. 

(He runs up the stairs before anyone can find him, food forgotten, and hides the knife beneath his mattress like a guilty murder weapon.)

After that, he leaves the house more. It’s more out of fear of being caught than the desire to leave. But Danny is quickly learning that among all things, he is someone who was dangerous, before he lost his memory. Even with his mind in fractures, he is still dangerous. 

He’s not sure how to feel about that — he thinks he should be scared. He feels a little proud, instead.

—------

Hazel beneath our claws

While we wait for cerulean to cry

Unsettled ticks run through time

Enough for the hunt to go awry

—-----

There’s another thing he learns about himself. That he knows about since he woke up. He knows that he left someone behind. He doesn’t know who, but he knows they must have been close; he’s always looking down and finding himself surprised when the only shadow he sees is his own. 

He thinks that he must have sung to them a lot; he finds himself humming familiar melodies when he’s lost in thought. Lullabies lingering at the tip of his tongue, an instinct to turn and sing them to someone beside him. He can’t remember the lyrics, but his mouth does, it tries to get him to say them when he’s not thinking. He can’t. 

Danny’s found himself humming under his breath more times than he can count, trying to recall whatever it is his mind is trying to claw forward. 

(“That’s a pretty song, Danny.” Jazz tells him at breakfast one day, Danny screws his mouth shut. He hadn’t realized he was humming. “What is it?”) 

(Something mean and possessive rears its head on instinct, uncoiling like a snake from its ball. His shoulders hunch defensively, he bites his cheek to prevent himself from baring his teeth. He doesn’t know what song it is, but it’s not for her. “I don’t know.”)  

He misses his person. Dearly. He knows, the longer he is without them, that they must have been close. Otherwise, he wouldn’t feel like he’s missing a chunk from himself. He wouldn’t be turning to someone who's not there; reaching for a hand that’s missing, birdsong on his tongue, a story to tell. 

A dream haunts him one night. Warm and familiar, he’s holding onto someone smaller than him, they’re tucked into his side like a puzzle piece. He’s humming one of his songs that is always playing in the back of his mind, an unfinished tale of a harpy and a hare. Danny can’t remember their face, not all of it. He remembers green eyes, hair dark like his own, skin brown like his. 

He loves them more than anything else in the world, a fact he knows down to his soul. He loves them so much it fills his heart with sunlight. Danny squeezes them tight, nuzzling into their hair; he makes them laugh. Then, he proudly boasts something. That when he takes something of their father’s, that his person — a sibling? That feels right — will be… the word fades from Danny’s mind before he can make sense of it. 

His person hugs him tight, his… brother? And their mother — a woman whose face he can’t remember either, but who he loves like a limb nonetheless — appears, smiling. Her hands reach for them both, voice calling them, ‘her sons’. There’s ticking in the distance, it sounds like the fastening of chains.

Danny wakes up cold, tears streaming down his face. The details of the dream already fading from his mind like the cold pull of a corpse.   

—-------

Harpy hare

Where have you buried all your children?

Tell me so I say

—-------

When school starts that Fall, Danny joins the sixth grade class, and quickly learns more things about himself. One of those things being that he’s smarter than the rest of his grade, whatever education he had before, it was better than the one he’s getting now. 

Everyone knows he’s adopted right off the bat. He tells them when the teacher forces himself to introduce himself, but it’s not like they needed him to tell them for them to know; he never existed in their little world before now, and the Fentons are pale as they come. Danny is not.

He befriends Sam Manson and Tucker Foley; they ask him about the scars fading up and down his arms, they ask him about the scar carved diagonal across his face.

Danny, as politely as he can, tells them he doesn’t remember. He thought kindness would come second nature to him, his dream burned into his mind where he hugged his brother so sweetly. Apparently, his sweetness is only second nature to people he considers his own. 

(It becomes even more apparent when Dash Baxter tries to bully him later that day, and Danny ruffles like an eagle threatened. His mind whispers, hissy and agitated, sinking like a shadow at his shoulder, several different ways Danny could kill him for talking to him like that, and fifteen more ways he could cripple him.)

(Danny ignores those thoughts, up until Dash Baxter tries to grab him. Then he breaks his nose on the wood of his desk. It’s easy how quickly the rest of his grade sinks him down to the status of social pariah.)

(At least Sam and Tucker still talk to him after that. When Danny goes to the principal’s office later, he wisely doesn’t mention the worse things he could’ve done than break Dash Baxter’s nose.)  

—--------------

It clicks and it clatters in corners and borders

And they will never

Hear me here listen to croons and a calling

I'll tell them all the

Story, the sun, and the swallow, her sorrow

Singing me the tale of the Harpy and the Hare

—-------

More dreams come, of course they do. Each one halfway to forgotten whenever he wakes up, ticking faint in his ears. He is many different ages. He is young, shorter than a table. He is older, holding onto his little brother. He is singing in almost every single one. He is singing to his brother. 

Danny can barely remember the lyrics, he’s begun leaving a journal by his bedside so that it’s the first thing he can write down when he wakes up. He’s a storyteller, he learns. He feels like a historian, trying to piece together a culture long dead and forgotten. 

His most vivid dream-like memory is not a happy one, and for once he’s almost relieved he barely recalls it. He is somewhere that isn’t home, but his mother and brother are there. He is dressed in black, blades keen in his hands. 

They are atop a moving train. They are fleeing something. His brother is struggling to keep up, he is small, and young. It’s beautifully sunny, they are somewhere green and lovely. 

It is a fast dream. 

His brother stumbles on something, and Danny, fast as a whip, snatches him by the back of his shirt and hoists him up to his feet before he can fall. “Watch your feet, habibi.” He murmurs low, a hand on his back. It’s hard to hear, there is wind in their ears.

His brother, face obscured in all but his eyes, which are green as emeralds, nods. 

The dream blurs, but Danny falls behind. His foot catches on air — impossible, it should’ve been, at least. He never trips. — and he lands against the roof with a thud and a grunt. His mother and brother stop, and turn for him. 

The train hits a turn before Danny can get up, and he shouldn’t have, something pulls on him, he swears, but he slips. He can’t find the purchase to pull himself up, cold fear hits him as his nails scrape against the metal. 

His mother and brother’s horrified faces are the last thing he sees before he disappears off the side of the train. 

(The ticking is at its loudest when he wakes up, pounding against his inner skull. He only manages to write down ‘train fall’ in his journal, before he’s flipping over to press his head into his pillow to get the pain to stop.) 

—---  

She can't keep them all safe

They will die and be afraid

Mother, tell me so I say

(Mother, tell me so I say)

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When Danny is fourteen he is still humming songs he can’t remember, his mind still in a broken puzzle. But his room is now decorated with stars and plants in every corner. He has a guitar he keeps in the corner of his room, and he plays the lullabies in his head on the strings over and over again. 

The ectoplasm in the fridge still unsettles him, still reminds him of a past he can’t recall. The knife beneath his mattress has returned to the kitchen — he doesn’t need it. He found a box in the attic last year, it had his name on it, and inside he found familiar, strange clothes, and more weapons than he thought was possible to carry on one person. 

(Even without knowing that the Fentons prefer guns to blades, Danny knows, instinctively, that they were his weapons. He was — was? Is — a dangerous person. He takes the box down to his room to sort through. The weapons all fit into his callused hands almost perfectly — the grooves worn to fit his palm. They’re just a little small.) 

(He tentatively takes a small blade with him to school one day, and feels much more comfortable with it sheathed beneath his shirt. He’s kept it on him ever since, like he’s reunited a lost limb to himself.)   

Danny doesn’t have a name for his person, his little brother, nor does he have a name for his beloved mother. He’s haunted by dreams every few weeks, many of them repeating. He’s ingrained the words he can remember to memory, and the ones he doesn’t, he writes down in his journal. His little brother; Danny calls him a bird, he can’t figure out what kind. His little bird of some kind; when Danny takes something from their father — what, he can’t remember what — then his little brother will be a little bird. 

(He doesn’t have a name for his brother, yet, but he’s calling his birdie in his head. It’s better than nothing.)

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Seeker, do you ever come to wonder

If what you're looking for is within where you hold

Will you leave a trail for them to follow a path

You'll soon forget

Home

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When he’s fourteen, Danny dies. It does nothing to fix his fractured memories, much to his consternation. It just confirms something he already knows; that he was someone dangerous, and that he still is. 

When the shock of death has worn off, Danny inspects his ghost in the metal reflection of the closest table. It’s blurry, hard to see, but shock green eyes pierce back at him, green like the portal. Lazarus, Danny’s mind whispers, and he blinks rapidly.

‘Lazarus,’ he mouths to himself. It’s familiar. Sam shows him with her phone what he looks like, joking that he looks like an assassin. Danny doesn’t think she’s that too far off. 

He doesn’t tell her that. He tucks the thought away with the rest of his secrets, and fiddles with the hood gathering at his neck, attached to a cape with torn edges swinging down to his ankles. He pulls it over his shock white hair. It shadows over his face impossibly so, until all you can see are his green-green eyes peering out like a wolf hiding in the brush.

He ends up calling himself Phantom. 

(Maybe now he can start putting lyrics to his lullabies; his memories may not have returned, locked away with the sound of a clock, but the dead can talk. One of them may just have answers.) 

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Home is where we are

Home is where you are

Home is where I am

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Dedicated to @gascansposts for being the one who introduced me to the band Yaelokre, and thus being the whole reason I was inspired to write this in the first place >:] Those lyrics at the line breaks are all from their album Hayfields.

[theredheaded-stuff]

A Misty memory

[ohmyfairies]

AU where Talia’s obsession with Bruce is tilted a little to the left and when Bruce adopts Dick she’s like !!!!! My beloved you should have told me you wanted children what a wonderful eldest son we have I want custody over summer I will train him to as the best Assassin the world has ever seen I love him so much etc etc Bruce and Dick are obviously freaked out a little by this.. anyway her response to not getting summer custody is to make Damian in her fake womb and not give Bruce custody (or knowledge of his existence). She is equally enthusiastic about each new addition to the family and they all get increasingly strange holiday and birthday gifts from her. When Dick first moved to Bludhaven he came home one day to League style daggers and a ‘I’m so proud of you, love, mom’ note on his kitchen counter and poison in all his food. When she gets hold of zombie!Jason she’s like ‘finally I get custody time to bond with my sons’. Damian is still completely fucked up when he gets to Gotham but this time the murder attempts are because of the lack of birthday gifts.

[solarflare211]

start at the top left, then you read to the right and you keep repeating

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Jason: Talia, how does Ra's handle his Pit Rage?

Talia: His what now?

Jason: You know, the lingering effects of the Lazarus Pit? Where you get so angry that you enter a fugue state, and your vision goes green, and you just want to murder everyone and everything until the screaming stops?

Talia, already booking another psychiatry appointment and therapy for her traumatized son: That sounds very stressful

(Jason mistaking his PTSD symptoms for Lazarus Pit symptoms is both extremely funny and extremely depressing)

A few ways this could go:

1. Early on Ra’s spoke one (1) time in Jason’s hearing about the “rage of the pit,” and, even though Ra’s wasn’t speaking in a literal sense, Jason’s mind latched onto that.

2. See above, but it occurred within Damian’s hearing at some point when he was still very young. So then Damian grows up just assuming that’s a thing and informs Jason thusly. Jason doesn’t question it because it’s not like he knows how the pits work so it seems like as reasonable an explanation as any.

3. Jason read too many fantasy books at age 14. This is just what he assumed about the pit, even without any other information.

4. It really is from the Lazarus pit, but Jason’s just special.

5. It really is the pits but it’s more of a Venom symbiote situation. Again because Jason’s special.

6. Insert Danny Phantom crossover AUs/core issues here.

7. Jason, after having been raised for a few years by Bruce Batman-in-place-of-therapy Wayne: Wow, I’m having a lot of issues. Also Jason: Must be magic.