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flamingpudding · 6 months

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Fictober23 Prompt: 31 - "It's not your fault."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: -

A/N: Based on the setting created through Prompt 14 and its Reblogs. Not necessarily to read beforehand but it might give a little context. I tried to go with a more Halloween themed short story hope that worked out.

"Damian this mission has the highest priority any mission or case ever had before." Dick was clutching a glaring Damians shoulders who was now raising an eyebrow like his elder brother had lost his mind.

"Richard, this is ridiculous." He commented, crossing his arms.

"I am serious Dami, we can not fail with this." The elder stressed more. If it were any other situation than this then Damian might have taken Dick more seriously but as it was. His elder brother was pleading with him, dressed in a ridiculous Vampire outfit after having forced Damian into an outfit that was clearly a mockery towards his old league gear. It was a simple ninja costume Dick was making him wear.

"Please Dami! You don't want to get black listed for a month like Bruce or Tim, right? Jason is going to do this if we ruin their first Halloween in Gotham!" The younger's eyes narrowed.

"Do not place me on the same level as Drake. I will not lose any rights towards my nieces and nephews like he did." He huffed as he looked away stubbornly from his elder brother. Damian was not foolish enough to repeat the same mistakes some members of his family have made. He was not going to let his nephews even touch coffee or any caffeinated drink in the first place.

Besides the incident with Jasmine and their father was a whole different matter. It was their fathers own fault for unconsciously challenging his niece and disregarding her talent in analyzing one's mindset, Todd had mentioned once.

"I just want to make sure! Jason has become so protective of the kids and I do not want to lose favorit uncle's privileges!" Damian's eye twitched as he shoved away his elder brother with his hand placed in the other's face. "You must be delusional Richard. I seem to remember that I was the favorite uncle of the twins."

Before Dick could counter Damian the front door opened and the two saw Jason enter the manor with the crime twins on either side of him and the toddler in his arms. The second eldest raised an eyebrow at them before glancing down towards the twins.

"Hey Little Wing, right on time! Where is Jazz?" Dick greeted them cheerfully, bending down a little to wave at Ellie that was blowing a raspberry in his direction. He was probably imaging it but it looked like the little girl was glaring at him.

"Already dropped her off with her school friends, I will pick her up tomorrow afternoon. It's her sibling free day, remember?" Jason only raised an eyebrow also noting the frown the twins were sporting at seeing Dick.

Dick nodded, turning towards the twins. Did he imagine it or did one of the boy's whisper fruitloop to the other. "Ready for your first Trick or Treat in Gotham? We gotta collect all the candy for you two that we can!"

"Sure." Dick was hoping for more enthusiasm from the boy's but maybe that would come once they got their first candies bagged. "You two look interesting, what are you going as?"

"Frankenstein." The two answered simultaneously before glaring at each other and Dick sweatdropped. One of the boy's was dressed like a mad scientist with a white coat and welding goggles strapped to his head as well as some broken medical equipment clearly made visible. The other boy looked more like a monster with ripped clothing, fake bolds glued to his neck and drawn stitches all over his visible skin that was coloured slightly greenish.

"Wow you both did a good job! The monster looks just like in the movies." Dick tried in hopes

"I see. So Daniel is Doctor Frankenstein while Dante is Frankenstein's monster." The twins looked up towards Damian, the glare lost for a moment before they turned on each other again.

"See Uncle Dick said it! When someone says Frankenstein they think of the Monster, twerp!"

"Nuhu! Uncle Damian got it! He knew I was the Doctor and not the monster!"

"And Jazz just got them to stop arguing about that shit." Jason muttered with a glare towards Dick before the twins could devolve any further into their argument Jason stepped towards the side where Alfred had appeared and was heading over the now bubbling little girl that was making grabby hand towards the butler. He then turned towards the boys.

"Okay you two. Remember today's rules." He clapped his hand for more effect and to get the two to look at him. Which sort of worked as they still gave each other side eyed glares but nodded regardless. "Good and remember no crimes today, enjoy your fun and do not stuff yourself with candies."

"Okay Dad." The twins answered in sync before Jason literally pushed them towards Dick and Damian and out the Manors front door. They were the ones taking the twins out for a Trick or Treat run as their first Halloween in Gotham. Jason was going to hang back with Alfred to take care of Ellie.

Dick had volunteered doing this for his brother a couple weeks before Jason had wondered what he was going to do with the kids for Halloween. Dick had also instantly volunteered Damian for it two. Their youngest brother wasn't that much older than the twins yet and they surely would feel more comfortable with two known family members around.

An hour in and Dick was moments away from admitting that he made a grave mistake.

"Dami! Have you seen Danny?!" Jason was going to murder them if they lost one of his kids. So Dick was rightfully slightly panicked. He had taken his eyes of the boy for only a moment to check something on his phone.

"You have lost Daniel?" The youngest Wayne looked miffed at him and had a slight glare before though Dick noticed something else in his eyes too. "Damian, where is Dan?"

The younger clicked his tongue and Dick paled slightly. Okay no big deal, they temporarily lost the crime twin. He had found and followed Danny before, surely he would be able to find the boy in the crowd of disguised children too. Danny went with a mad scientist costume. How many of them were running around? It would be more difficult to find Dan, he had spotted a couple of different Frankensteins already.

"Jason is going to blacklist us, isn't he?" Dick muttered his eyes wandering over every child he could see going from door to door for candies. Damian doing the same even watching other adults and parents in case one of them had the idea to snatch his nephews from them.

"It won't be as bad as Drake and father." Damian commented as a form of consolation to his elder brother but knew it probably would. Jason blacklisted Tim from watching the kids for the caffeine incident for a month and their father was still blacklisted until Jazz felt like talking to the man again, the twins in solidarity to their sister doing the same.

"Should we split up? But what if they are looking for us? Oh good what if one of the rogues snatched them up? Or worse, some leftover guys from that damned organization?" From the corner of his eyes Damian saw how his elder brother was getting worked up and even though he wasn't showing it, he too was worried. This certainly was not how they had hoped the boy's first Halloween with them would go.

In a decorative street tree on the side of the path Dick and Damian were on sat two boy's one munching on a licorice stick while the other was nibbling on chocolate. Both were invisible just in case their uncle decided to look up.

"Fake blood next?" Danny asked as he watched Dick starting to pace.

"Not yet. Did Dad mention anything about the firecrackers?" Dan asked in return as he bite of another piece of his licorice stick.

"Not that I remember, tho Jazz said to go easy on Uncle Dick." Danny hummed tilting his head slightly with a frown. "But he lost that privilege looking like the fruitloop. You got one of Dad's fake guns right?"

"Why? Didn't you say you wanted to 'fake' stab yourself with the broken syringe?" Dan raised an eyebrow as Danny gave him a feral grin. "You recovered your shape shifting power, right?"

Dan returned the feral grin with one of his own understanding what kind of prank Danny was hinting at. "For once, I like the way you're thinking, twerp."

"Would you stop calling me that! We are the same age now!" Danny pouted as he stuffed the last of his chocolate in his mouth and prepared to jump off the tree.

"Never!" Dan quickly answered with a laugh as he took the lead and jumped off the tree and disappeared into the crowds first as he let go of his invisibility. Danny quickly followed doing the same. They had after all a lot more pranks planned to play on their uncles.

The evening ended with Dick and Damian making their way into the Manor through the bat cave entrance so that they could get to the Medbay before Jason saw the twins. Both looked rather disheveled and like they had gotten dragged through mud. What they didn't expect was Jason, being in the cave and looking at them with raised eyebrows. Dick was holding Dan who was literally growling as Dick was pressing a bundle of tissues against the boy's nose. There was a ripped strip of his vampire costume tied around Dan's arm, a line of dried 'blood' going down the arm.

Damian was holding Danny. The boy looked dizzy, holding his head with one hand while he whined about everything being to bright, the goggles of his costume were cracked and the white coat now had red 'blood' strains, the shirt he was wearing also appeared to be soaked in 'blood' and there was a tried spot of blood below Danny's nose like he also had had a nose bleed like his twin.

"What happened?" Jason's tone sounded neutral and Dick laughed nervously.

"It looks worse than it is…" He tried to salvage, maybe they could still save their nephew watching privileges.

"Really?"

"It's Richard's fault. He lost sight of Danny first." Dicks head whipped around towards Damian who just decided to throw him under the bus. A look of betrayal crossed the eldest face at the narrowed stare Damian was giving him. "The situation spiraled from there."

"No wait! Damian lost Dan! It's not just my fault!" He tried to defend himself as Jason's eyes narrowed on him. But before he could come up with any more reasons why it was not just his fault and that they should not lose any of their uncle privileges because of that…

…Jason started laughing, wheezing out a "It's not your fault."

Confused Dick blinked before Dan jumped out of his hands the same time Danny jumped out of Damians. Suddenly the kids appeared like nothing was wrong as they rushed over towards Jason. Hadn't Danny been dizzy until now? And Dan had complained and growled at him about a headache?

He glanced at Damian who was watching the twins with narrowed eyes.

"Well looks like you two had a lot of fun." They watched how Jason patted the twins' heads grinning at them as the boy's sported proud looks, like they were pleased with themselves. "Your Auntie Babs is making a highlight reveal for the entire family later. Till then go wash up and bug one of your other uncles or aunts."

"Can I go bug Uncle Tim! I got an new invention idea when Uncle Dick got chased by the dogs!"

"I want to find Aunt Harper."

"Sure both should be in the Manor by now. Just wash up first." With the boy's sent away it left the two adults and teen in the batcave. One of them gabbing like fish, the other glaring with narrowed eyes and the last of them still chuckling.

"Todd." Damian hissed and Dick knew that tone. Damian was promising revenge on Jason.

"Light up brat. The twins needed an outlet and Jazz suggested they could pull some pranks today, I just told them that with you two they could go all out."

Dick wasn't sure if he should feel relieved or be slightly mad at his brother for that but eventually he decided to go with relief. "So we are not losing uncle privileges, good."

"You two are still getting blacklisted for two weeks."

"WHAT?"

"I demand a reason."

"You tried taking them with you on patrol and you gave them blade training. They are six."

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samgirl98 · 1 year

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Cain and Abel Wept 5/?

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Surprise, two chapters in one day! Don't get used to this lol

Jazz knew any good psychiatrist would be promoting healthy conversations at the moment. Any good psychiatrist would be trying to dispense the awkwardness with icebreakers. They would be doing anything possible to facilitate the blending of the two families.

Jazz wasn’t a psychiatrist.

(Honestly, those dreams burnt up when the GIW burnt her home, and she and her family had to run.)

Jazz was a (reluctantly) proud Fenton, a budding ghost hunter, and a badass with the Boo-staff. Still, first and foremost, she was an older sister who decided to stay with Danny even if she wanted to know what her parents and the Batman were discussing.

Danny’s shoulders were curved inward, his posture tense. Every time Robin, no Damian (everyone had changed out of their costumes, even Batman, though she refused to call him by his civilian name.) moved, Danny would flinch.

(Every flinch caused the younger boy’s face to fall.)

Nightwing Dick would quickly put his hand on Damian’s shoulder and try to diffuse the situation with jokes and stories. He brought provisions snacks from the safehouse’s kitchen and could tiptoe over any emotional topics that were accidentally brought up.

Jazz recognized elder daughter syndrome when she saw it (she had it, too.); however, Jazz was only here for Danny. She couldn’t imagine how exhausting it would be to monitor the emotional (and probable physical) needs of six, maybe even seven people.

Jazz knew that Dick hoped to have an ally in her to make the meeting smoother. She didn’t care about them, however. Only Danny mattered. Her parents, as much as she loved them, were not her responsibility. (She knew how guilty they felt about Danny’s accident and their hand in his half-death. In a way, she blamed them, too.)

“So, Danny, what’s your favorite band” Signal, no, Duke, asked.

“Dumpty Humpty,” Danny whispered and left it at that. Jazz could taste Duke’s disappointment that the question didn’t help open Danny up.

Thank you, liminality

Jazz saw Dick’s and Jason’s frowns. She focused on the other liminal in the room. He was tall, had green eyes that glowed at random times, and had a tuft of white hair in stark contrast to his dark hair.

Jason Todd was not hiding his ectosignature at all. Surprisingly, he hadn’t been clocked by the ‘proper’ authorities yet. He felt closer to a halfa instead of an ectocontaminated human. Jazz frowned. What had Danny called him? A revenant, that was it; a person brought back from the dead. Her frown deepened. She would have to ask Danny later what the difference between a revenant and a halfa was.

“…Zz, Jazz, can you hear me,” she looked at her worried brother’s face.

“Yeah, sorry about that, just lost in thought. What was the question?”

Danny’s frown matched hers, “I was wondering if maybe it was time to hit the hay. I think you answered my question, though. It’s getting late.”

Jazz followed Danny’s stare and noticed that the sky was lighting up. They had stayed up all night, and no progress had been made between the Fenton and Wayne siblings.

“You’re right. I am tired. Unlike you, I’m still not used to being up all night,” she tried to joke.

“Why would Danya—Danny be used to staying up all night,” Damian asked, his arms crossed over his chest and his face turning suspicious.

“None of your business, Damian. I’ll let you and your family know about me if I want to.”

Damian flinched as if he had been physically hit, and Jazz saw Danny’s guilty expression.

(Her baby brother carried too much unnecessary guilt.)

“Sorry, Dami, I didn’t mean to sound harsh. I’m just not used to being open about my…other life. I’m sure you aren’t used to talking about your alternate lifestyle to strangers, either.” Danny scratched the back of his neck.

Jazz saw Damian suppress another flinch. Ouch. She wondered if Danny phrased it like that on purpose or if he subconsciously wanted to hurt his younger brother somehow. Jazz wouldn’t be surprised if it were the latter. For all of Danny’s anger, he tried to be too nice sometimes. She knew it was because of Dan.

The rest of the family members also frowned at Danny’s word choice.

“Well, if you ever want to let us know, we’re here with open ears and no judgment,” Dick said with a wan smile.

Seriously, elder daughter syndrome.

“Do you want me to show you to your rooms, or do you think you got it?”

Dick was giving them choices to make them feel safer; it didn’t work. Still, she would take it.

“We can manage, thank you.”

Jazz took Danny’s hand and disappeared upstairs. Danny was all that mattered.

____

“Well, that went…well,” Tim said hesitatingly.

“It was a disaster, Drake. He hates me.” Damian’s voice broke, and Dick thought his baby brother would start crying again.

He was ready to reassure him, “No, baby bat, he doesn’t hate you. It’s just a bit awkward for everyone at the moment,” Dick ended lamely.

Damian shook his head and threw himself into Dick’s arms. He automatically caught the kid and rubbed Damian’s back soothingly. He looked toward his other siblings hoping for some type of help. Everyone but Cass looked away; they never knew what to do with a crying Damian.

Dick looked at Cass imploringly, looking, needing all the help he could get. She shook her head and signed ‘hurt, both of them. Danny feels betrayed. Later I say more.’

Dick sighed. Well, nobody said getting two brothers to reconcile would be easy.

____

Bruce was processing everything the Dr. Fentons had told him.

It was, to put it mildly, a cluster fuck. How had the Justice League missed something this huge?

Government-sanctioned experimentations, the multiple attempted genocide of interdimensional beings, and the attempted murder of a foreign sovereign. Bruce thanked his lucky stars and praised whichever god was listening that Danny wasn’t a vengeful ruler, or the Earth would’ve been fucked. And they would’ve deserved it.

He typed everything the Fentons had told them, put everything in a neat file, and called for an emergency meeting with the Justice League and Justice League Dark.

“So you’ll help us,” Jack Fenton asked. Bruce looked up at the man, glad to have his attention taken away from the gruesome experiment of what seemed to be a ghost girl no older than seven.

“Dr. Fenton.”

“Jack, please, no need for formalities.”

Bruce nodded, “Jack. Yes, this is exactly what the Justice League is here for. We don’t just stop alien attacks or big earth-ending catastrophes; we help the whole Earth and everyone in it, whether humans, aliens, or some other species.”

Maddie and Jack looked at each other, their shoulders untensed a little.

“That’s good to hear. We have some allies, but their very few, and with the help of the Justice League, we would have the best help.”

Bruce nodded.

“Mr. Wayne, if I may ask,” Bruce interrupted Maddie Fenton.

“Please, it goes both ways. Call me Bruce.”

“Bruce. If I may ask, what exactly do you intend to do now that you know about Danny?”

Aww, they were worried he would take Danny away from them. He wouldn’t be so cruel as to separate child and parents, no matter how much he wanted to.

“I intend to get to know him and hopefully create a bond with him. When we get these laws repealed, I hope you would allow me to get to know Danny and maybe get him and Damian reintroduced.”

Both Fentons looked at each other for a long time before coming to an understanding.

“Bruce,” Maddie started, “We don’t mind you wanting to get to know Danny, but ultimately, it’d be up to him. Damian, well, Damian did leave him for dead; that type of trauma doesn’t just disappear.”

Bruce had kept his face clear of negative emotions at the reminder that his youngest had been brainwashed into believing killing his brother was an acceptable course of action.

Damn you, Talia.

“I understand. I don’t mind following yours and Danny’s lead.”

Bruce got up and stretched. The Fentons followed suit. It was rare that Bruce ever saw someone taller than him, but he had to look up to look Jack Fenton in the eyes, “thank you, Bruce. For listening to us and for giving Danny a chance.”

Bruce nodded, “Of course, even if Danny hadn’t been my son, I still wouldn’t allow an innocent person, let alone a child, to be hunted like some kind of animal.”

The mere thought got Bruce’s blood boiling.

“Speaking of, you need to keep an eye on Jason, was that his name,” Bruce nodded, “You need to keep an eye on him. He’s broadcasting an ectosignature, and if the GIW find us, they’ll hone in to his, too. Under the Anti-ecto acts, he’s fair game.”

Bruce gritted his teeth; just another reason to get rid of the GIW and those stupid laws.

“Don’t worry. Those laws will soon be gone forever. You two should get some rest; it’s been a long night.”

Bruce left the Fentons in the kitchen and went to look for his other kids. They had work to do, and then…then he would see in mending his broken family.

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kashlyn · 2 years

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"Cute🐈‍⬛"

Winter. What better season to cuddle with your green eyed, cat-like boyfriend that is still getting used to the magic affecting his very being?

As everyone surrounded their favorite dark blue haired parisian who's beauty can rival those of a fairy, the green eyed youngest member of the family nuzzled his head into her neck.

After the incident that happened last week, the family that stayed in the large mansion called The Wayne Manor, consisting of Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Timothy Drake, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Bruce Wayne, and Damian Wayne, grew a dislike for the cold. For it made their resident magic user go into a deep sleep that they feared was death.

And so, the butler of the family, Alfred Pennyworth, suggested the idea for everyone to move to the head of the house's study, which had a fireplace that could warm them up.

Dick took a particular liking to the idea, as he dashed to his room, grabbed a bunch of soft pillows, blankets, and snacks and ordered his younger siblings to start making a pillow fort that is not too close to the fire to burn, yet not too far so Damian's beloved can still feel warm and cozy.

Currently, everyone is lounging around the fire inside the fort, making sure the girl with pink pajamas named Marinette is kept warm at all costs So she would not fall into hibernation.

No one knows when it happened, but the pets also joined in with the family as they enjoyed each other's company in silence.

No yelling.

No screaming.

No fighting.

No knives.

Just comfortable silence around the fire as it snowed outside.

As the boys heard the purring of a cat, they just assumed that it was the cat named Alfred that did so, especially because the said cat was seated in his master's lap.

… But Marinette knew better.

After all, she was right beside him as he did so.

"Dami, did you just… Did you just purr?"

And like that, the comfortable silence became awkward, neither knowing how to react.

"I do believe he did, Miss. Marinette. Quite adorably too, may I add." Alfred the human confirmed as a fond smile graced his aging face.

The girl practically jumped from her seat into her lover's arms. "Omg Dami, that really was cute!! Ah! I'm sorry I moved! Are you still comfortable? You were just so cute I couldn't help myself" Marinette, unaffected by the bafflement of everyone else from the family, said while fussing over her boyfriend.

Damian on the other hand, was red faced with embarrassment, affection at his angel's fussing, and anger as he saw the look on his brother, Jason's, face.

Knowing he can't disagree with both Alfred and Marinette without disrespecting the former and hurting the feelings of the latter, he simply glared at his brothers, daring them to say anything.

"Very Cute"

Unfortunately for him, he was not expecting his elder sister, Cass, whom he respected more than most, to chime in.

This caused the rest of the family to break their silence and began teasing their youngest. Or in Dick and his father's case, gushing and documenting the adorable display by accessing the room's CCTV so thy can both have a copy of the moment. (unknown to them, Tim was doing the same but with completely different motivations)

Weeks passed, the incident almost forgotten by the family and only being reminded when Mari starts calling her boyfriend "My Dark Kitten".

Until Red Hood, in all his glory, just had to make his brother's life worse.

At first he started telling people how much he admired Dick, next he praised Tim's brain in front of the whole Justice League (really, that should have raised the flags for Damian), and finally he discussed how he was glad to have been taken in by the Batman, himself. (With this, even more so!)

It started off as a normal meeting at first, with the elder members talking about updates and how they can help the situation in paris to help the people heal from the emotional terrorist that they suffered from.

But then the current robin started urging people to get a certain class out of the city and have a vacation that he was convinced they needed.

Of course, none of the members of the JL (other than Wonder Woman and the Bat clan) knew that that class consists of most members of the Miracle Team but most of them already knew the identity of Robin and the Batfam and so Jason began his master plan.

"Aww that's cute, Demon spawn. Just admit you just want to see your angel"

The whole league froze (including Jon, who was also there), wondering if Red Hood had another death wish because he called Robin cute of all things.

"Tsk. What are you implying, incompetent bafoon?" Unsheathing his Katana, Robin glared at Red Hood. "I am nothing of the sort, you imbe-"

"So are you saying A was WRONG?" The ex street kid, mocked. "That your angel was LYING…"

And finally, with a smirk, unseen by the people without x-ray vision because of his red helmet, he finished with the nickname that would create chaos for years to come.

"Dark Kitten~"

By now Robin was seething with anger. But he couldn't enact on his feelings because doing so would mean agreeing on the questions his adoptive brother pushed forward.

Around them, the entirety of the League was preparing themselves for a fight. Expecting the bat's youngest to attack the ex crime lord.

When nothing came, Jon was practically shaking in fear while the meme "no one plans a murder outloud" was playing in his brain.

"Don't worry, Demon Spawn! Your anger is just making you more adorable! Aww~" Hood kept taunting.

By now, Batman continued with the meeting, ignoring his two green eyed children… and the rest of his children that started joining in.

Sigh why did he get the feeling that this was a petty revenge from three people that were constantly cleaning up their messes?

More time passed as the rest of the Bat family kept calling Robin Cute or Dark Kitten.

There was even one incident that Spoiler accidentally called him Dark Kitten while she joined Robin for patrol, which got confused looks from the rogues at first but then they started calling him that too (even if he wasn't currently dressed up as a cat).

Rogues calling him that got so frequent that he just snapped and yelled, "DO NOT CALL ME DARK KITTEN! I AM HER DARK KITTEN! ONLY MY BELOVED ANGEL CAN CALL ME THAT!!" Which became viral after a random civilian was able to take a video of it and posted it on multiple platforms.

And thus, when Damian finally dropped the mantle of Robin, and started wearing an assassin themed leather suit with a cat-eared hood, everyone already knew what his new name was.

Dark Kitten, along with Ladybug, became a power duo that was known to roam the land in search of different accessories while beating thugs and creating peace along the way.

Even so, people never really stopped calling him cute throughout the years.

And maybe… Just maybe… He has really gotten attached used to the compliment.

But don't tell his brothers that or you may end up in your grave a little early.

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opheliawillowbrook · 3 years

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How the Cookie Crumbles

To say his brothers fought would be an understatement: They warred. That. That was the better word. However, it was Dick who was the peacemaker among them. The mediator extraordinaire, translating all his brothers’ woes and misunderstandings into less doom-pending transgressions. But to say this unofficial, yet very necessary part he played was tasking was yet another understatement of unspeakable proportions. It was a FUCKING LOT.

“I swear to God, Drake. You and Brown are a special kind of stupid.”

“Shut up, Damian! It’s a good idea!” Tim grumbled in reply.

“Yeah! You’re just mad you didn’t think of it first!”

Dick’s face fell upon hearing the argument and considered turning the other way, but he’d learned the hard way that his lack of interference could result in bloodshed. Damian did have a history of stabbing Tim, and Robin had an impressive body count, according to Jason. I’d better make sure he doesn’t add two more.

“Well, fuck me and my entire life,” Dick droned in frustration. “What are you three bitching about now?”

“Damian keeps saying our idea is stupid,” Stephanie tattled.

“Yeah!” Tim added with crossed arms. “He says we lack the fortitude for good ideas!”

“You do!” the current robin exclaimed.

“Damian?”

The youngest batboy rolled his eyes and reasoned, “Listen, I know these two brain donors barely have two brain cells to rub between them—”

“That’s not the only thing they rub!” Jason called from the other room.

Damian again rolled his eyes in contempt and continued, “And I’ve accepted, as a member of this family, that everyone gets to act a little stupid from time to time. However, as much as I would like to respect their commitment to their shared stupidity, I feel as if they are abusing the privilege and it needs to stop before one of them gets hurt.”

“Wow, he actually cares,” Jason added from still in another room.

“Have you been sitting there listening the whole time?” Dick asked, near facepalm.

“Affirmative,” Jason confirmed, entering from the hall.

“And you did nothing to stop them fighting?”

“It’s funnier this way.”

“Do I always have to be the responsible one?”

“Affirmative,” all four said with little thought.

“Okay then,” Dick sighed with reluctance. “Damian, I know you find it hard to accept the choices of others, but you need to understand that free choice and expression is about accepting that others may not make the same choices as you, and that’s okay. It’s the same as you choosing not to take my dating advice and ask Raven out because you’re afraid of rejection—”

“Shut up, Grayson! This isn’t about me!!!” Damian spat.

“Damian has the hots for Raven?” Jason teased. “You have good taste, Mighty Mouse. She got a great—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Todd!” Dick and Damian ordered in unison.

“I was gonna say personality,” Jason droned. “Get your minds out of the gutter. I mean for fuck’ sake.”

“Sure you were,” Tim replied with a glower.

“Yeah Tim, cause you never stare at her tits while you talk to her,” Jason added, throwing him doubly under the bus.

“Dude, are you trying to get me killed?” Tim said, shooting an elbow into his brother’s ribs as Damian and Stephanie both glared. Spurring Dick into a further mood for murder.

“My point being is, just because you don’t like other peoples’ ideas, doesn’t mean they’re stupid.”

“Tell them the idea, guys!” Jason urged, stirring the pot.

Stephanie and Tim looked at each other and nodded, as though they’d discovered the holy grail itself. “We’re gonna write a series of YA novels and sell them on the web!” Steph sang optimistically.

“Yeah, it’s a huge and diverse market,” Tim added.

“And with established characters, we’ll make a killing.”

Dick’s brow furrowed. “That sounds like fanfiction?”

“It sounds like utter bullshit,” Damian sneered, not single fuck given.

“It’s not bullshit,” Tim snapped. “YA novels make up a huge portion of the market. People love those things.”

“Then name one YA novel that has sold more than a manga in the last 10 years?”

Tim shrugged. “I can’t think of one at the top of my head, but there they definitely exist and sell.”

“Yeah, so does my fanfiction based on this family,” Jason added under his breath.

“What?” Everyone asked.

“Nothing. Continue.”

“So anyway, I told Damian it’s a foolproof plan.”

Dick rolled his eyes with a bit of doubt, but who was he to judge or discourage their creativity. I mean, he dropped out of college after all? “I’m not saying I believe it’s bulletproof, because frankly, nothing is. But I’m curious why you would consider telling Damian? I mean, he hates most things.”

“And Drake. I hate Drake.”

“We’re all very aware, Dami,” Dick drawled in annoyance. “But yeah, why would you tell him anything important to you? Especially that?”

“Well, we kinda needed a loan. I knew Bruce would undoubtedly say no and, well, Damian has money.”

“Because I make good business decisions.”

“I don’t know why I thought of asking you?”

“You didn’t, Jason told you to,” Stephanie confessed, recalling an earlier conversation.

“Jason, really?” Dick tsked.

“Hey, Damian does make good business decisions. Who do you think cleans and invests money? It’s certainly not Alfred.”

“Because Alfred would have nothing to do with your blood money, Jason. And Damian, I’m very disappointed in you!”

“Grayson, I don’t know what high horse you are riding on today, but you better come off it. Father told me if I wanted money, that I needed to earn it and that I should get a job. So I got one.”

“Laundering money for Red Hood’s criminal Enterprise is not a job!”

“Actually it is. Mighty Mouse made us an LLC and everything. I own several Wash & Folds, all legitimate! Thanks to Hell Spawn here! I’m actually considering making him a partner.”

“So will your LLC fund our YA Novels?”

“Oh fuck no!”

“Come on, Jay! We have a solid business plan,” Stephanie pleased.

“You’re business plan is a bunch of meaningless numbers written on the back of a napkin and poorly illustrated versions of us,” Damian said, holding up the napkin in question.

“Okay, so it’s not the final draft, but we’re working on it!” Tim said pointedly.

“Yeah, as tempting as this all sounds, I didn’t make my money making half baked business decisions,” Jason reasoned

“No, you made it by taking over Gotham’s drug trade,” Dick clarified with disapproval.

“Which was a solid business decision.”

“Why do I even talk to you?”

“I don’t know why I talk to any of you,” Damian scowled, arms crossed, grateful there was no shared genetics between him and his adoptive kin. “I don’t understand what father saw in any of you.

“I can’t answer that,” Jason replied. “However, I can tell you, from personal experience, what he saw in your mom.”

“Do you wanna die, Todd?”

“Do you wanna not have a job?” Jason wanted. “Also, been there done that. But hey, if I died twice then I’d have buffy status so don’t threaten me with a good time, kid.”

“On that note, I’m leaving,” Damian grimaced. “I have to meet Raven, anyway.”

“Oh,” Dick sang. “You have a date!”

“It’s not a date.”

“Bet you wish it was a date,” Stephanie teased. “Y’know, if you just stopped acting like a dick all the time, I bet she’d go out with you.”

“Shut up, Brown.”

“Oh no,” Dick smiled. “I know it’s hard to believe, but he’s nice to Raven.”

“Hey keep that shit up,” Jason added. “If you’re nice to her, she’d be nice to you!”

“I hate all of you,” Damian proclaimed and stormed away.

“Fuck you too! See you at work Monday! Jason called, earning a tiger middle finger.

“He might be an asshole, but he’s a good kid,” Jason nodded with a sense of pride, causing to Dick to silently scoff. “Still needs to get laid though.”

“Bruce is gonna be so pissed when he finds out you pulled Dami into your bullshit.”

“You’re using Raven’s pet name for him now?” Jason mocked. “And fucker’s gonna have to prove it first; there’s a reason I hired ‘Dami’ for that job.”

“Dude, fuck you; dig your grave,” Dick lamented. “And don’t come at me with one of your tired ass death jokes, they’re getting old.”

“Suit yourself,” the Outlaw glowered as silence set in.

“So Dick,” Tim dared sheepishly. “You, um, wanna invest in--”

“Absolutely not,” the elder hero replied.

Leaving Jason to chuckle. “And that’s the way the cookie crumbled.”

If you enjoyed that feel free to leave me kudos 👉 here on Ao3 lol. If you have any remdom prompts send them my way; maybe I’ll feel inspired 😘

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whitmoon · 3 years

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Hihi ! Let me update you about my birthday a bit! Yesterday, 8 July was my birthday! I'm officially turning to LV.30! (But I'm forever 20 yrs.!) I have a great time n that day, get some rest, and break for work for a day. Having some good meal in a long while! It would be great to go to eat outside, but our COVID-19 situation is not good enough for that. I bought self-treat for my B-day lunch. At the dinner, my brothers (elder and younger) treat me to a bunch of pizza sets! it's too rare for this event, we hardly meet all of us! This year is so special since I always just have a self-treat and that is the end of my B-day every year. I got birthday wishes from friends ( both in real life and online friends ), family, and my partner. Thank you to make that day feel amazing! I got some gifts from my online friends as you can see above. 1. Blues's cake from Dami-Tori : Thank you! She's a Thai artist that draws Rockman fanart which is so rare! Thank you for these lovely Blues! I really miss him! 2. Gift art of my OC. Kicheck from @ultimatesakura94: Thank you so much! Sakura is the one for my commissioners, friend, and big support of my art! Commission, goods, Adoptable and cheering me when I having a hard time! Thank you for your all-time support and kindness! I'm rooting for your future goals as well! 3. Kofi-Tip from @x-chaotic-echo-x : THANK YOU SO SO MUCH AGAIN! Echo is one of my commissioners and friend too! I did some commissions of Tezuka relate (Rockholme and Sapphire). They gave me some Ko-fi tips for my B-day last year to buy a treat for myself and this year too! I didn't expect to have this experience 2 years in a row!! Thank you so so much!! I hope you're doing well too! About life relate, many people might notice that I draw less fanart lately. I just so busy about for 2 years already both from life and works to survive (XD), I still love to doodle fanart, things, and SB of course when I able to. Things get rough and even more for COVID situation, I hope you all doing well and take care of yourself a lot. We will go through this together!

#Thank you so so much #birthday 2021 #I hope you all doing well too!#random #ramble

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bluboothalassophile · 3 years

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#21 from your prompt list jayrae with kids . The children drawer horrible drawings but they still hang it up anyway because they love them

Hello,

Okay few things before you guys start reading this.

1. It’s set in HfaB Universe, not really spoilers but just in case, yes it’s spoilers.

2. I don’t see HfaB JayRae having children, however, they do have all of Jay’s family which is a boatload and a half of kids of various ages because in HfaB they did really adopt the ‘It Takes a Village’ aspect of family because they’re so big. Also, I just cannot see those two ever having children, just doesn’t strike me as something they’d want or strive to have.

3. Barbara Gordon Married Luke Fox at some undetermined point of HfaB, which is important to know because they adopted Carrie Kelley and Nell Little and later had joint custody over Thomas Grayson-Gordon-Fox with Dick.

Jack Bollocks...

Jason and Raven were probably the only ‘kid-less’ couple in his family. And he would say that loosely. Jason’s family was obscenely large, and while he didn’t think it was because of a lack of birth control it was definitely a lack of adoption impulse control. Which was fine, it was fine, it was family, and his family was huge and diverse and that was fine.

But now there were a hoard of kids he always seemed to have on hand and he wasn’t a dad, and Raven wasn’t a mom. And Jason knew, not even a month into their marriage, they weren’t likely to have any children of their own, which was fine by him, and Raven never brought up the matter as an issue.

See, as a demoness, part mortal and part divine, a granddaughter of Death and God, Raven was infertile, she would not have a child in the traditional way, and Jason was fine with that. And between them, they had both not been inclined to adopt a child because his family was already huge, Jason had several orphanages and safe havens, and had restructured the fostering system in Gotham to such a point that he was mainly involved with kids already, they just didn’t feel a need to have kids.

At the end of the day, it was just him and just Rae, and they kind of liked that about them.

Still, for not having any kids, there was so much kid art on his fridge that he was genuinely concerned for space. And today was proving that as he held Luke and Bab’s daughter in his arms, and the other one clung to his leg.

Nell Little was an orphan that Luke and Babs had fostered and adopted, she was abandoned in Gotham’s system. Jason loved his ‘niece’ fiercely, but she was at the art stage, and as he was a babysitter most frequently, that meant he had the art that was ‘for him’ and not ‘for mom and dad’ put on his fridge. Her older sister, Carrie Kelly, was clinging to his leg and snickering like this was a challenge he would fail, which was irritating. Carrie, for not being genetically related to Babs, had a lot of Babs traits. Their elder brother wasn’t helping matters because he was laughing to himself as he played on his phone. Thomas Grayson-Gordon-Fox was the interdimensional child product of Barbara and Dick from another dimension somewhere in the dark multi-verse who had been sent here for sanctuary purposes; Jason honestly didn’t think Tommy even knew he was from another dimension he’d been here so long.

“Jay?” Nell whimpered as she stared at his fridge.

“I’m gonna put it up, I just need to find the perfect spot so we can admire it!” he promised.

“T’eres no room!” Nell sobbed.

“Raven!” Jason shouted for his wife who materialized from no where and floated over his shoulder.

“Yes?” she drawled out.

“Where would be a good spot to display this?” he asked.

“Oh, lovely, is that a blue sun?” Raven asked Nell.

“It’s the ocean!” Nell quipped happily.

“Yeah, Rae, obviously that’s the ocean!” he defended playfully.

“My mistake,” she chuckled. “Um… how about we start a wall?” Raven offered.

“Alright,” he agreed, and he saw Carrie pouting which had her big brother laughing. Jason found a wall on his warehouse to tack up Nell’s painting and looked at his wife for help. “We’ll put it uptop so that way we can fill this whole wall,” he assured her.

“REALLY!” Nell gasped excitedly.

“Of course. Family wall of art,” he stated.

“It’ll be lovely,” Raven chuckled as she came back down to land beside him.

“It’ll look like a Jackson Pollock painting, but what the hell,” he sighed.

“Who Jack Bollocks?” Nell whispered in his ear.

“Famous artist,” Raven answered for him.

“Oh, so… we…artists?” the toddler asked.

“That’s right sweetie, you are,” Jay agreed. “Go paint us another painting and we’ll get to filling up this wall.”

“YAY!” Nell scrambled down and ran for the paints with Carrie, Tommy rolled his eyes and followed.

“It’s so ugly,” he whispered.

Raven laughed as she leaned on him.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love my family, but none of us, except Dami, are artistic!” he muttered.

“Jay,” she laughed. “Maybe we should have your other relatives join and diverse-ify the wall of art?” she offered. “Terry’s not bad with sketching, and Mar'i makes those beautiful abstract patterns.”

“Rae, we will lose this warehouse if we let the rugrats take over,” he pointed out.

“Jay, we already lost this warehouse to your rugrats, that’s why we have Massachusetts,” she pointed out.

“Oh, and what are you thinking?” he asked as he smiled a bit.

“Long weekend, just us,” she murmured.

“I like that idea,” he agreed. “Should be able to get my family to wrangle their kids into place.”

“Mmm, that’s a lot of kids,” she chuckled.

“They really need to work on their adoption impulses, I mean all my birth control jokes are out the window because of the lack of adoption impulses,” he grumbled.

Raven was laughing hard against him which had him smiling as he slung his arm around her shoulders.

“Jason, it’s a good thing you can’t make the birth control jokes,” she mused. “Besides, found families are precious, and that makes your family special in ways no one will ever understand.”

“Yeah, richest, large family in the states,” he mused. “We’re bigger than the Kardashians!”

“See, good things,” she mused.

“I can see the reality show now. ‘Keeping up with the Bats!’, it’d drive people insane,” he mused.

“Especially when they see the kid art,” she mused. “It’s like the shrink ink blobs,” she pointed out.

He smiled as he kept from laughing.

“In all seriousness though, it is lovely, even if it’s horrible,” she assured him. “I think it livens up our home.”

“And the perpetual chaos doesn’t do that already!?”

“No, that’s just a byproduct of Bats.”

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #raven #jason todd #jayrae #redrae #raex

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heyitsani · 3 years

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Pretend You Know This Song

Word Count: 2265

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: General Batfam chaos, Reverse Robins (not really a warning but eh)

Pairing: Damian Wayne/Jon Kent and brief hints of one-sided-ish Jason Todd/Dick Grayson

Notes: As I told @mlim8, this comic has been living in my brain rent-free since she posted it and I couldn’t resist. Go shower it with the most affection you possibly can because it’s adorable and I love it. And Mel.

This is also kind of just a shit post because I needed to get it out of my head. So I wrote and edited in less than two hours. Don’t judge.

You can also read this on AO3 here

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Damian and his father were already seated at the table in the small dining room the family used for regular meals when the others started filtering in. It had been a particularly rough night on patrol, both Jason and Richard getting a little more roughed up than usual, so it was unsurprising that everyone was slow to wake. Though, had it been a working day, he was certain his father would have managed to pull himself out of bed long before he actually did.

“Tim, I was unaware you stayed the night,” his father greeted his second eldest son as he entered the room. Damian was unsurprised by the raised eyebrow and silence from his younger brother was he took the seat just to the left of the eldest of the Wayne kids. It was as far away as he could get from the man he still struggled to be around. Not that Damian blamed him.

There was a soft scuffing sound of socked feet being dragged on a Persian rug as Jason entered the room and slumped in the seat next to Tim. Damian knew that if either of them had been more aware, they would be on opposite sides of the table as well.

“Good Morning, Master Jason,” Alfred greeted as he set a plate in front of the teenager before he set one down in front of Tim as well.

“Morning, Alfie,” Jason intoned before diving headfirst into the plate of food without greeting any of the others around him. It was all very mundane and ordinary for each of them. After years of being a family, however mismatched they were, they had become terribly predictable.

More unsurprising than all of the other entrances to the dining room was Richard’s. Despite having only been with them for a little over a year and still suffering the loss of his parents, Damian couldn’t help but compare the boy to a literal ray of sunshine. He had no idea how the thirteen-year-old managed it, but he always managed to seem so cheerful. Despite the various bandages and bruises that could be seen over what bits of skin were exposed, he still bounded into the room with a bright smile.

Damian watched him greet each family member over the top of the newspaper he was reading, grudgingly accepting the hug he gave the eldest so freely, before the teen bounced over to his seat by Bruce.

“Morning everyone,” the boy greeted with a warm smile before turning that smile upward to Alfred as the man set a plate in front of him. “Thanks, Alfred.” The older man smiled and patted his head before heading back to the kitchen. “I have an announcement,” Richard’s voice sounded from his chair, and Damian glanced up to see him smiling that smile with his hands clasped in front of him.

He could see the others at the table look over at Richard and regard him carefully. Rarely ever did Richard not command the attention of whatever room or crowd he was in. The acrobatic nature of him wanted the attention. In a small, family setting it was no different.

“So I’ve decided! When I grow up, I’m going to marry Jon,” he offered up freely, and Damian felt his eyes roll immediately before dropping them back down to the paper in front of him. He heard his father let out a chuckle, something only Richard could pull from the head of the household, and he noticed Tim regarding Jason, who was frozen looking at the youngest. “He’s kind, and smart, and handsome,” he listed but Damian found himself more interested in the growing smirk on Tim’s face as he continued to watch Jason for some reason.

A quick glance at the teen showed he was still frozen watching the youngest.

“And he can fly!” Richard finished his list off with a bright smile on his face, seemingly proud of the list of reasons he had made in Jon’s favor. And though Damian couldn’t exactly fault the younger for seeing Jon’s better qualities, he was a little disturbed given the age difference between his best friend and his younger brother.

“WHAT?!” Jason’s outburst seemed to catch everyone but Tim off guard and Damian made a mental note to ask the other man about that. “EW!! NO!!! You can’t marry Jon! He’s already so old!” Damian glanced over at Richard as Jason ranted, clenching the paper a little tighter at Jon being deemed “old” when Damian was two years his senior. He decidedly ignored the smirk Tim sent his way despite seeing it out of the corner of his eye. Bastard. “If you marry him when you’re older, he’ll be like 1,000!!” Damian watched Richard’s face turn confused, brows pulling together as Jason spoke.

While Damian didn’t see the harm in Richard’s little crush, he was still young after all, Jason seemed to be completely outraged by the idea. A glance at the other two adult at the table told him his father was simply exasperated and trying to ignore the situation but Tim looked almost…amused as he typed into his phone. He really needed to get to the bottom of that.

“Besides, you can’t even date him!” Damian grabbed his tea as Jason continued and tried to go back to reading the paper. “He’s gonna marry Dami!” The words caught him off guard enough to cause him to spit out the tea he had just taken a sip of.

“Wh-what?!?”

“W-we are not, Todd!” Damian found himself exclaiming, eyes wide as he took in the determined look on Jason’s face and the tears welling in Richard’s eyes. Damn it all to hell, he grumbled mentally. The last thing he wanted was a crying Richard.

“Liar!” Jason turned an accusing finger on Damian. “I saw you smile at him during patrol!” Damian sat there for a moment, stunned, before he noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye and looked over at Tim.

“Drake! Are you recoding?!”

That damn smirk slid back onto his face. “No.”

The sigh his father heaved from his end of the table was loud enough to draw Damian’s wide eyes. He could see Richard with his face buried in his hands and buried in his father’s chest. “You boys are lovely this morning,” the man said flatly, an arm wrapped around Richard’s shoulders.

“Father…!” Damian gestured over to the other two, one who still hadn’t put down his phone and the other who was no glaring at the food in front of him. But his father simply raised an eyebrow and started to rub circles on Richard’s back.

“That is certainly enough of this conversation,” Alfred stepped into the room and immediately took Tim’s phone out of his hand. Despite the protests from Tim, Damian knew Alfred would most likely delete the video. “Can you boys please finish up your meal without another incident? Master Richard, you have yet to touch your food.” His tone went from hard to soft as he reached the youngest who was still clinging to his adoptive father. “Why don’t we put this behind us for the time being and enjoy the rest of our meal?” There was a muffled sniffle before Damian saw Richard’s head nod and him slowly sit up. But he kept his eyes downcast as he moved back to his chair and refused to look at anyone as he started to slowly eat.

Damian found himself clenching his fist to keep from getting up to comfort the boy. He knew that after the year of practically being his father, he would always struggle not to be the one the teen turned to when he was upset. But this time, it was Damian he was upset with. So he pushed the instinct down and stood from his seat.

“Titus come,” he called for the dog who had been laying at his feet the entire debacle as he stepped away from the table. “It is time for your walk.” He didn’t bother to look at anyone other than Richard as he left the room, but not even a glance was sent his way. It bothered him more than he wanted to admit.

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The evenings patrol had been quiet, and Damian found himself thankful for that given his mind kept going back to what had transpired at breakfast earlier in the day. He could tell Richard was still upset about the events, but Damian had no idea how to make the situation better. He didn’t want to encourage Richard’s crush given that yeah…maybe him and Jon were something to one another. But he also didn’t want to stop him from behaving as a young teenager should. The only thing he could think of to do was request that Robin join Nightwing on patrol instead of Batman.

And though the teen was a vigilant as ever, Damian knew him well enough to notice that he was always just on the edge of saying something. It wasn’t until they took a moment to just observe the city below them that he seemed to have gained the courage.

“D…” he started, and Damian bit his tongue at the reprimand that wanted to surface at the nickname. “I’m sorry I said I was gonna marry Jon,” the teen said quietly, latching onto Damian’s wrist. The apology was definitely not what the elder had expected. “I didn’t know you were dating.” And though the almost heartbroken sound of Richard’s voice made his chest ache, Damian wasn’t sure what to say.

“N-No names in the field, Robin,” he chastised him carefully. What was he supposed to say to Richard? He didn’t want to lie but he also didn’t want to explain something he wasn’t even quite sure of himself. The fact that Jason had picked up on it was enough to show that perhaps Damian wasn’t keeping his feelings as under wraps as he thought. “Let’s head back. I do not think there is any reason for us to remain out tonight. We can have some hot chocolate before bed,” he offered as an acceptance of the apology.

And when Richard’s smile went from sad to it’s usual brilliance, Damian knew he had made the right call. What the consequences of his lack of denial would be, he’d have to deal with them later.

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It had been a few days since the incident that shall not be named took place and Damian found himself letting Jon into his Bludhaven apartment after having just handed Richard over to Alfred to take home after he had stayed over for the weekend. He hadn’t been expecting his best friend, but he didn’t find it an unpleasant surprise so he didn’t complain.

“Dick already gone?” Jon questioned, glancing around to see the chaos the teen had left behind but not the teen himself. Damian only hummed with a nod as he picked up various items the teen had upended or left behind. He made a pile of things to wash and things to return the next time he was in Gotham, which likely would be in the next day or so. “So….”

Damian looked at Jon over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow, noticing he was rubbing the back of his neck. The bashful act immediately put Damian on edge. “What?”

“Why did Dick tell me that he approves of our relationship?” Damian froze in mid reach for an item and instead stood up, arms crossed over his chest. He knew he looked as annoyed as he felt. Damnit Richard. “Are we in a relationship?”

Damian huffed a breath. “Ignore him. It was Jason who put the thought in his head the other morning,” he waved a hand at the other man and went back to picking up the items strewn about his apartment.

“But now I’m very curious as to what exactly happened,” Jon teased, and Damian sent him an annoyed look before entering his room and depositing the laundry into his dirty clothes hamper. He knew that Jon would follow him, but he still rolled his eyes when he turned and found the taller man leaning on the frame of the doorway. “And maybe I don’t want to ignore what Dick said.” That caused Damian freeze for the second time in a matter of minutes.

“What exactly are you implying here, Kent?” He let the laundry basket drop the few inches he had picked it up back to the floor, turning to find the man standing just behind him. “Jon?”

Jon’s blue eyes traced over Damian’s face and the older man found himself holding his breath as the man searched for whatever it was he was hoping to find. “Maybe I’ve just been waiting for some kind of hint and Dick finally gave it to me…” Whatever Jon had been looking for he must have found because his warm hands rose to cup Damian’s face as Jon stepped a bit closer.

“A hint toward what?” Damian whispered, focusing all his strength at resisting the urge to look down to Jon’s lips that were moving closer with each passing moment.

“That this would be a welcomed gesture,” the man muttered, leaning forward and effectively closing the space between their mouths. And though shock reverberated through his body, Damian allowed his eyes to slip shut so he could enjoy the moment for however long Jon allowed it to take place. If he was going to offer this side of him so freely to Damian, who was Damian to deny him something he himself had been yearning for for years?

#reverse robins #DamiJon #jaydick #sort of #damian wayne #jon kent #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #anikah writes #blame mel for alllllllll of this

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dragonmasterkaylz · 3 years

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Sweet Little Birdie

Note: Evelyn Grayson is Dick’s younger sister, a year younger than Jason and older than Tim. Her Hero name is ‘Birdie’ as she was one of Batman’s sidekicks just as Jason became the second Robin.

She is also my original character (obviously), so if you don’t like, don’t read.

Also contains swearing!

Evelyn was holding Damian against her chest as he cried, claiming that Tim and Jason were bullying him again. She stroked his hair and said, “I can’t help you if I don’t know what happened Dami…”. He looked up at her with his famous puppy-dog eyes and said, “They always pick on me because I’m the youngest! Why does their need to be a reason…?!” And then he continued crying into her chest, making her heart swell up with sadness.

“DAMIAN!!! YOU BASTARD!!! THAT’S MY SPOT, YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!”

Jason then walked into the living room, soaked from head to toe along with Tim. She picked Damian up and asked, “What happened to you two?!” “Damian made a trap and poured water all over us!!!”, Tim said angrily. Evelyn looked at her youngest step-brother, who hit her again with the puppy-dog eyes and she melted. “I’m sure he wouldn’t do that.” “You are so easy to manipulate!!!”, they both said in unison. “What’s going on in here?!”, Dick asked… when he saw Damian crying.

He immediately looked at Jason and Tim before asking, “What did you two do?” “Why are you accusing us when we’re the ones soaked from top to bottom?!!”, Jason shouted angrily. Damian then smirked and thought, ‘I have both Grayson’s on my side! They’re screwed!’ Dick then sighed and mumbled, “I don’t have time for this, I’m tired and I’ve had a long night. Let’s just look at the CCTV footage in the BatCave.” Evelyn smiled and put Damian down. “Good idea.”

“W-Wait… we have cameras…?”, Damian asked, scared of being found out. Jason then started to chuckle and the youngest brother then groaned before shouting, “Fine!!! I pranked them both!!! Happy?!!” The elder brothers just looked down at him angrily since they knew that manipulating Evelyn was a foul move to play on her. Jason cracked his knuckles and mumbled, “I’m gonna strap you upside down again for manipulating Evie, you little shit!!!” And then he dragged the boy out by his shirt while he was kicking and screaming.

Dick sighed, when he heard his baby sister crying. “Wah! Evie!” Himself and Tim ran over to her, and she hugged her brother before asking, “Am I… that easy to manipulate…?” Tim rubbed her back and shook his head. “No… you just have motherly instincts. Yes, Damian does use that to his advantage… but it doesn’t make you easy to manipulate.” Dick nodded and said, “He’s right.” Then they all heard Jason shout at Damian for making her cry, since he was very protective of her. “Well… that’s what Damian gets for pissing Jay off…”, Tim mumbled. Evie sighed sadly and just went into her bedroom, sniffling and wiping her eyes.

When Bruce came back, he found Damian strapped to the top of the Bat Cave and sighed. “Welcome back, sir”, Alfred said. “What did you do this time?”, Bruce asked his son before walking to the monitors. “I pranked Todd and Drake… then used Evie to try and get out of it. Then Grayson used the CCTV cameras against me, knowing that I didn’t know they even existed, so I HAD to confess!!!”, Damian said to his Father angrily. Bruce frowned and then chuckled.

“Well… that’s what you get for manipulating Evelyn like that. You know she’s weak to tears from all four of you and you used that to your advantage. Damian, you most likely hurt her feelings by doing that, which is exactly why Jason strapped you up”, Bruce explained. Damian then frowned and mumbled, “Can I at least apologise…? I didn’t mean to hurt her feelings.” “WHEN YOU’VE SPENT AN HOUR LIKE THAT, YOU CAN!!!”, Jason shouted angrily. Alfred just chuckled to himself.

An hour had passed and Evelyn was still in her bedroom, sewing some plushies of her brothers, sisters, Bruce and Alfred. They were all cute little plushies of them all in their suits, including herself. “Hey Evie… can I come in?”, she heard Damian say as he knocked on her bedroom door. She sighed and said, “Of course you can…”. He walked in and saw her working on a small plushie of himself. Then he looked at the lineup above her bed. “Wow… they’re cute.”

“What do you want?”, she asked as she put her tools down and looked at him. He looked down with a guilty expression and said, “I’m sorry Evelyn. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings… but I realise now that I didn’t take your feelings into account when trying to mess with my brothers. I really am sorry.” She smiled and stood up before hugging him. “It’s alright Damian. As long as you don’t do it again, I forgive you.” He smiled and then looked at the plushie. “Thank you, big sis and is that… me?” “Yup! I’m almost done!”

Damian watched her as she finished sewing the plushie of him and then placed him next to the plushie of Tim. She took a photo and sent to everyone in the group chat:

Bruce: So… this is what you’ve been doing in your free time. I’m impressed.

Alfred: It’s a pleasure that you think of me as part of the family, Miss Grayson.

Dick: IS THAT ME?!!! SO CUTE!!! 🥰

Jason: 😳 W-Wow… thanks Evie.

Tim: That’s amazing, Evie. 😁

Barbara: Awww~! So adorable~!

Stephanie: OMG!!! I WANT ONE!!! 🥺

Cassie: So… cute. 😍

Duke: Wow… I don’t know what to say. ☺️

Kate: Thank you Evie. This looks so special, and it’s nice that you thought about me too.

Evelyn was happy that the responses were so positive and she giggled. Damian then hugged her again and said, “Thank you Evie… for being my big sister.” She blushed and giggled before picking him up and hugging him. Then she kissed his cheek and put him down. “Okay… now go apologise to Jay and Tim.” He sighed and mumbled, “Fine…”. And then he walked out of the room. She giggled, when she felt a wave of tiredness hit her and decided to go to bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

Bruce woke up early in the morning and Alfred handed him his morning coffee. “Good morning, sir.” “Morning Alfred. Have they all made up yet?”, he asked as he read the newspaper. “Indeed they have and they’re acting like a true family now.” He was surprised by what his friend said and after getting dressed, he was escorted to Evelyn’s room where he saw something surprising. Dick was holding his little sister against his chest, along with Damian. Jason was hugging Evelyn from behind while Tim was sleeping just beside them. “Well… I would say that I’m surprised by this Alfred, but she is their Sweet Little Birdie after all. They all love her.”

“Of course Master Wayne.”

END

#batman #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #nightwing #dick grayson #red hood #jason todd #red robin #tim drake #robin #damian wayne #batboys #original character #fanfiction #oc #don’t like don’t read

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frownyalfred · 4 years

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chag sameach

Chag Sameach and Happy Hanukkah to all my Jewish followers. And Merry Christmas to all who celebrate later this month!

I’m still on my Jewish!Bruce kick, so please enjoy the mostly secular piece below.

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There was an old menorah hidden somewhere up here.

Bruce lifted another dusty box out of the way, avoiding the cloud of dirt it flung up into the attic. He tried to recall where Alfred had carefully buried the box—a soft velvet, inlaid with silk—decades ago.

Perhaps he’d blocked it from his memory. Perhaps he’d merely forgotten.

“What are you doing?”

Bruce looked up from the boxes. Dick was standing at the attic door, a lone eyebrow raised. His hair was wet, like he’d just gotten out of the shower.

“Looking for something,” he muttered, turning away. Another box—no, this was china. Why did they have so much china? “How was patrol?”

“Quiet,” Dick replied with a shrug. He stepped into the attic, circling Bruce’s position. “You do realize it’s four in the morning, right?”

“I’m aware of the time, yes,” Bruce said, lifting another box from the floor. This one looked like linens, carefully marked in Alfred’s cursive on the side.

Dick nodded, silently taking this in. He was intuitive that way—he’d been like that since he was a boy; able to guess Bruce’s mood with a glance, then evaluate a course of action from there.

A second pair of hands joined him a moment later. Bruce’s mouth twitched as he opened a box of silverware.

“You’ll tell me if I find it?” Dick hummed, sounding tired. Bruce nodded.

They opened boxes together in silence, digging through old perfume and scarves. Dick exhaled in surprise as he saw the name on the side of the box he was holding, opening his mouth.

Footsteps pounded up the stairs, interrupting whatever he’d been about to say. Jason pushed open the attic door, wincing at the bright light.

“It’s four in the morning,” he said, crossing his arms.

“We’re aware,” Dick answered for both of them. “Go back to sleep then.”

“I can’t,” Jason said, glaring at his brother. “Someone’s tap dancing on my ceiling.”

“We’ll be quiet,” Bruce said, tilting his head. “Sorry, Jason.”

Jason blinked, drawn up short by the sudden apology. His arms uncrossed, falling to his side.

“What the hell are you looking for, anyway?”

And then they were three. Jason was less agreeable than Dick to look for something he couldn’t identify, but sleepy enough not to fuss too much. He was wearing cotton Iron Man pajama pants.

Bruce heart ached for a second, remembering nights like these a long, long time ago. When these men were boys. When he wasn’t looking for a goddamned menorah at four in the morning because the nostalgia of seeing it lit was enough to keep him awake all night.

“What are we looking for?”

Tim and Damian were at the doorway, looking mildly curious. Well, that was mostly Tim. Damian looked like he’d rather crawl back into bed and forget he existed for a few more hours.

Teenagers, Bruce thought, fondly.

“Wanna help?” Dick asked, instead of offering an answer. Tim shrugged, dropping his Superman blanket (Bruce rolled his eyes) to join his brothers.

Damian seemed to be waiting for an invitation. Bruce’s mouth twitched again.

“Come help, Dami.”

Then they were five.

The closer he got to Mother’s personal effects, the sharper the pain in his chest grew. It was surprisingly painful, even this many years down the road, to see her hairbrush. Her makeup. The soft leather gloves he remembered her wearing when they drove, elegant and a deep, dark red.

The menorah ended up being near the rest of Mother’s books, tucked in between a box of literary fiction and a box of murder mysteries. Bruce carefully lifted the case up, his mind traveling back to the last time he’d seen it, decades ago.

“Found it,” he said quietly. Around him, the boys stopped digging, looking up. He realized after a moment that they were staring at him expectantly.

“I...uh,” he said, awkward. “This is what I wanted.”

Jason snorted, getting an elbow to the ribs a second later from Dick. Tim looked curious; Damian was simply tired.

“Well, what is it?” Jason asked, wiping dusty hands on his Iron Man pants. “Don’t keep us in suspense.”

“It’s a menorah.” Bruce said, quietly. He avoided their eyes, stepping toward the door.

“Hanukkah started Sunday,” Damian said from behind him, a frown clear in his voice.

“I know that,” Bruce said, reaching the stairs. He bit back a smile as the boys followed him, eager to see what he was doing.

“Wait. We’re Jewish?” That was Jason. Bruce actually smiled this time.

Dick spoke up, the bearer of Alfred’s infinite wisdom in the elder man’s absence at this time of night. Morning. “Technically? Yes.”

“Rad,” Tim said, and that was that.

Bruce scavenged the pantry for the right sized candles and, upon finding an acceptable trio, went to the bay window in the southern end of the house.

He set the box down on the table. The boys were gathered behind him, waiting to see the contents with bated breath.

The latch was bronze, a beautiful, ornate piece of metal, Hebrew letters curling around the edges. Bruce flicked it open, lifting the lid.

Inside, a silver menorah laid in between dusty silk, tarnished to near-blackness with disuse. Leaves littered the stems of the frame, trailing towards the twisting trunk of its base.

Bruce exhaled, a soft smile curving his lips.

He set it on the table, careful to make it visible in the window. The candles were warm in his other hand, waiting to be lit.

“Don’t they usually light these at night?” Jason asked, breaking the silence. Another thud, and he reconsidered his tone. “No offense, Bruce.”

“Sunset,” he corrected, “I think sunrise will be an acceptable substitute.”

Damian and Tim took the candles from him, sliding them into the menorah. After some quibbling over their position, they stepped back, admiring their work.

“I don’t really remember how this is supposed to go,” Bruce admitted, sheepish. “Alfred does, but he’s—“

“Asleep,” the boys chorused.

“Yes.” Glad to see the do not wake Alfred unless someone is dying order was still in effect.

“Well, we can just light them,” Dick said, diplomatic as ever. “I’m sure that counts.”

Bruce nodded, reaching for his pocket. He realized he’d forgotten the matches in the pantry, and cursed. “Jason—“

A lighter flicked into existence next to him. Jason leaned in, narrowing his eyes at the candles.

“Which one gets lit first?”

“The tallest one,” Bruce said, pointing. When it was lit, he took the candle and drew the flame across the other wicks, one by one. Jason shrugged, dropping the hand with the lighter.

He stepped back, the warm glow of candles filling the dark room. Outside, he could see the beginnings of sunrise over the horizon, painting the sky a dull pink.

“Do you want to, um, say something?” Tim asked.

“No.”

“Okay.”

But they stayed, positioned unconsciously in a half circle, defensive. Bruce watched the candles burn, half-amazed that they hadn’t said anything yet. A jab, some sort of joke about being soft and nostalgic.

“Happy Hanukkah,” he said, when the sun finally crept over the horizon.

“Happy Hanukkah, Bruce.” Dick said.

“Yeah.” Tim added.

“Feliz Navidad.” That was Jason.

“Chag sameach,” Damian concluded, with a distant smile. Bruce returned it.

“Chag sameach.”

#jewish bruce wayne #bruce wayne #batfamily #batfam #batdad #myfic #theresurrectionist #i wrote this at 7 am on my phone so please excuse the mistakes #jewish batfamily #secular judaism #cultural judaism #family fluff #some light angst for flavor #martha wayne #trauma #healing #chag sameach everyone

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awkwardbluefish · 4 years

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35 with Tim & Dami 💖

Wish! Hi, I love you. Here’s a sassy Damian and a done Timmy for ya!

“Seriously?” Red Robin asks and Damian really doesn’t appreciate his tone.

His elder brother eyes him tiredly through the white lenses and Damian really doesn’t see what’s wrong. The heathen that attempted to kidnap him is whimpering over a broken nose and a twisted ankle. Damian was doing him a favour really.

“Yes,” he replies because maybe he feels like being a little shit.

Red Robin pinches his nose and sighs. He looked a lot like father after Todd has done something particularly stupid that day. Damian keeps that thought to himself.

“And why are you in the alleyway? Everyone knows not to follow someone into an alleyway.” Red grumbles and Damian clasps his lips shut, turning his head away defiantly and telling the redness in his cheeks to go away.

It’s silent for a few seconds and Damian can feel the stare so he coughs into his fist, staring at Red Robin’s neck when he answers. “He claimed there were sick puppies in here. I merely wanted to know if they were alright.”

“Really?” Red Robin mutters and Damian scowls. He only listened because this man had an worthy and manipulating excuse for him to follow him. It was diabolical. “I swear you were put on this earth to give me a headache.”

Damian pouts. First of all there were no puppies and then this moron tried to kidnap him. He really didn’t need the sass coming from his elder brother right now. Besides, Tim would’ve followed anyone if they promised caffeine. They even tested it.

So he smirks and simply says; “I don’t think father had sexual intercourse just for that. You aren’t that special.”

Red stares at him. “I’m leaving you here for putting that image in my head. Goodbye.”

#tim drake #damian wayne #dc #red robin #batfamily #batsiblings #humour #fluff #mine #my writing

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flamingpudding · 7 months

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Part 13 of Ghost Kid in Gotham

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A/N: I got a bit too self conscious in regards to why Danny is the older twin in this story. I know it would be nice and cute for him to be the younger but when I started to work on this idea, I always saw him as the elder twin. It just kept bothering me that some wished differently and made me feel like I needed to explain my thoughts. Besides when I first thought of Danny as an assassin that couldn't kill, I also thought of Odasaku from BSD and the image just fit in my head, including the older brother energy and getting pushed over the edge when losing loved ones.

Interlude: A Brothers Protection

When they had been four Danny had quickly learned what it had meant to be an heir. Their grandfather had showered him and Dami in love and praise at first. Happy about having two heirs that would lead the league to glory. Even if only one heir was needed, having two was a blessing in his grandfather's eyes. His mother always spoke proudly of them, of how they were meant for something great. Then their training had started, and words of love and praise became criticism and pressure.

From the outside there was no difference in the pressure put on the twins. Their teachers and handlers treated them equally when they had lessons together. Both were heirs, but Danny was the primary one. So when they were separated for their training Danny knew their teachers were making differences influenced by that. At the age of five he started to egg them on, challenging them, making them more aware of him, to take the pressure off his brother. He didn't mind, because no matter how harsh they were with him, he still got to late night stargaze while cuddling his twin. Damian would indulge Danny's need to rest on him thinking Danny's stamina was not the same as his own but still pushed him away at times if he hindered his twin from drawing.

He had read about how elder brothers were supposed to protect the younger ones. When he learned about that concept he had gone to their mother asking, who was the elder and his mother had told him that he was born before his twin, which was why he was the primary heir. Yet all he cared about was that the elder twin had a responsibility towards the younger. Though even if he had been the younger one, Danny would still have found an excuse to protect Damian, this just made it easier for him to rationalize protecting his twin from the true harshness of their training.

With their growing skills, soon came the time for them to be sent on their first mission. An easy one. They were to eliminate a traitor. Someone that had joined the league for only a couple of months before deciding to quit, taking secrets with them that they weren't supposed to know.

Grandfather never liked loose ends. So they were sent out, with clear instructions. Grandfather had instructed Danny to be the one to deal the killing blow. Danny was supposed to prove his worth, for the first time their grandfather was acknowledging him as the elder twin. Words of promise were spoken to him during the briefing and when he had asked about Damian, grandfather had told him that his brother would prove his right during their next mission. For now Damian was to follow up and eliminate any third party that would prove to be a risk to the mission.

That mission was the first of many of Danny's failures.

He had critically injured the traitor but hesitated too long in dealing the killing blow. Their observer for the mission stepped in. Killing the target with a disapproving stare that made Danny wither and seek his brothers closeness. Grandfather had lectured him afterwards furious of how he as the primary heir could fail at something so simple when he had the target before him on a silver platter. A silver platter he had created with his own hands.

The image of his wheezing target, with glassy eyes, begging with fear and pleading for their life flashed before his eyes. Even without a killing blow, Danny knew he had injured them enough that they wouldn't have survived anyway if no help arrived within 15 minutes. But that was not up to league standards. Even if slim, do not leave your enemies with the slightest change of survival, his grandfather's words ringed in his ears.

They started to separate Damian from him more often then, sending Danny off to more harsh training that he had no problem completing. He had the skill but still, from there on he continued to mess up his mission in similar ways. Yet Damian was covering for Danny whenever they were sent on mission together. Danny incapacitated the target soundlessly and Dami killed them.

In a way Danny found another form of how to protect Damian like this. He couldn't kill but Damian would gain their grandfather's praise by covering for him. Danny in return would earn the punishments for failure, the lecturers and their teachers' harshness. Their displeasure would focus on him during lessons leaving his twin to learn their lessons in peace without them constantly shouting at him what to do better. Because that was directed at him, the failure they needed to correct.

Yet his twin insisted that they were meant to complete each other. Danny had the talent in incapacitating anyone no matter their size and impromptu thinking and a heart of mercy while Damian had the calculating and strategic handling with a heart steeled to kill. They were each other's missing half's his twin had told him. They were meant to work together this way, to balance each other out.

Danny loved Dami for that even more but he knew better.

When they were six Danny lost his title as heir. His grandfather had declared that Damian was the one true heir, the one meant to lead them in the future. He didn't mind that, he had expected that the moment he was unable to kill the first time. Besides even if he had the harsher lessons, Damian was still better skillswise, he truly was the better between them. His twin was of a different opinion, in the privacy of their rooms his twin kept insisting that Danny could prove their grandfather wrong. That they were meant to lead together and not alone but Danny knew better.

With the loss of his title, the scorn and mockery began from other league members more openly. The focus of his mother and grandfather turned to Damian and so did their love. Still Danny continued like before, challenging teachers and other members, drawing the focus on him despite having become the black sheep. His skills were still on par with his brother's, even if he couldn't kill and he made sure their teachers were aware. His mother was giving him knowing looks whenever she had to pull him off teachers sometimes several times a day. She knew why he continued doing that.

His twin also still adored him in a way that made Danny think that Damian might know about the way he attempted to protect the other even without the title of heir. As if Damian knew that whenever Danny learned that a teacher had been harsher on Damian than needed that Danny was the one injuring said teacher in his own lessons. That Damian knew that the exhaustion he displayed at night when they sat on the roofs to watch the stars over Nanda Parbat while Dami drew into drawing pads, was not because of a lack of stamina but the work he put into honing his skill so that they focused on the back sheep of the family and focused their scorn, jealousy and envy on him instead of Dami.

He was eight when he realized he had screwed up to much. His grandfather's words from long ago rang in his ears as he stood before his twin with drawn blades and the eyes of nearly every league member watching them, awaiting his inevitable death. This was his last act to protect his twin and fulfill the role of elder brother in the way he had read about when he had been even younger. Dami would live and that was all that had mattered to Danny.

"Is there a reason why you bring these memories to the surface, Nocturn?" A sixteen year old Danny asked frowning, watching his own memories like he was a bystander. His surroundings changed once more. Gone were the images of the memory of the last time he had protected his twin as a wide and empty space surrounded him. In the distance stars glinted, reminding him of the night sky of Nanda Parbat. An answer never came. It wouldn't matter either way. Because by the time he woke up he would have forgotten again anyway.

"If you won't answer, could you at least ask Clockwork what he was thinking by doing this?" He asked into the nothingness. Still not receiving an answer. With a sigh Danny plopped onto the ground, eyeing his surroundings as his earliest memory of Damian's and his first lesson in parkour started to form around him, coaxing a small smile from him.

Blinking into awareness Danny yawned before rolling onto his back, his eyes briefly flashed green before settling into blue. His head lay in his twin's lap as this older Dami was drawing something on a drawing pad. His head felt clearer these days but not by much. There was also the feeling like he remembered more stuff in his sleep yet whenever he woke up he felt like something was missing. There was always a headache pounding in his head making him dizzy when he tried outside of sleep. His eyes watched this older version of his twin and an image of the Dami drawing while they sat on roofs overlayed the one he was watching right there.

He chirped happily. There were still so many questions in his mind but the answers didn't matter to him anymore. Dami was alive and doing what he loved openly. Whatever happened in between his last fuzzy memory and now didn't matter. Because Danny was sure, he must have done something right in protecting Dami as the elder twin for this to be the result. Yawning, curled up more pressing his face into his twins stomach, to silence the noise in his head. His mind started to feel muddy again as he snuggled into this older and alive version of his twin brother. The extra set of instincts still screamed at him.

Blobbert and the other blob ghosts were trying to help him with that but the struggle was still there.

A small hiss escaped him as he turned his head, eyes zeroed in on the eldest that kept trying to pet him or give him sweets as bribery halted his approach. His nose scrunched up as he bared his teeth and the briber coed at him. Danny protested and he could hear his twin scowling as suddenly his senses were thrown for a ride. Danny's eyes focused on the icky one as he entered his field of vision.

The icky one was feeling more icky than before. Like the first time he had met him. Danny hissed in displeasure feeling something strange but familiar run through him. With his instincts screaming he sat up quickly before his brother could stop him and lunged as he let something else in him take over, not knowing that his eyes were glowing green.

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dukethomas · 4 years

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c and f?

Which member do you identify with most?

i’m not sure what this is asking? is this character i identify with most? in that case... a l o t. i’m gonna say orpheus from hadestown right now, i’m really feeling those hopeful and a mess around pretty women vibes.

Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

i’m one of those writers whose strength is dialogue, so i wouldn’t exactly say i’m proud of much dialogue? what happens will happen. that said (this might be cheating), the entire voicemail section of sunlit and shadowed, under the cut!