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swe3tte4rs · 4 months

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Batifamily headcanons feeling jealous about their siblings spending more time with Batmom? Or something like that, however you like to write it 🙊

" Jealousy jealousy " - Batmom!Reader x Batkids

Author's note: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR (late)!!! Love this 🫶. And I feel like this request is VERY my AU!!! Dah, who wouldn't compete for the love of their sweet and loving mother!? (The hatred between them began when Bruce had to set schedules for each one so they wouldn't fight for Batmom's attention... joke)

Also I am very sad, because when I was responding to this kind of request and I saved it as a draft, it was deleted 😭!!! CRYING 💔💔!!! On top of that, I loved the request, it was beautiful 😭! It was about Batmom as Bruce's couple and Bruce introduces Batmom to the batkids... And if it was you who sent it 🫵, let me tell you that I loved it and it will take me a while to upload it 💓!! Lov you all

And (I almost forgot to mention this), This AU of the batfamily is a mix of comics, series, headcanons (I LOVE headcanons of batfamily 💗), video games, movies and webtoon! + My main language is not English, so if you find any spelling mistakes, tell me in a comment!

Request opens 💗💗!!! BUT, before you request anything check my rules.

Dick Grayson / Nightwing

Honestly, I don't see him being jealous of his brothers at all! But since I haven't read all of his comics and in this AU he is a mix, I don't have an opinion. 👀

Let us begin.

I feel like Dick is a real mama's boy, he love his mom and he will prove it.

Dick is very used to having all of Batmom's attention to himself.

But he hides his jealousy very well, or so he thinks…

Jealousy began when Dick started having siblings. DON'T DENY ME GIRL 🤝🤝!!!

When he gets jealous that you spend more time with, I don't know, he'll go to sleep with you and Bruce, but leaving Bruce aside and enjoying your caresses in his hair while he listens to his siblings complain from outside the bedroom. (Bruce hate this, but I feel that at the same time he love it just a little bit. Very little.)

Possibly he will also rub things you did with him that you didn't do with your other children in his siblings' faces.

I think he is the only one (along with Jason) who has a complete album with photos of him as a child. So he'll show it off to others by saying that you loved him so much that you made an entire photo album of him.

He would do the same with Jason, telling him that his album has more photos and with more photos of you and Dick.

I feel like he would start a whole fight against one of his brothers just to carry all the shopping bags by himself so you don't do it. (This idea is similar to "Jason Todd is a total mama's boy" because I was inspired by it, so credit to its respective author 💓)

"Mommy, did you just call me Damian? Oh my god... my heart..." #atotaldramaqueenbaby💋💋👊👊

Jason Todd / Red Hood

Another drama queen...

A mama's boy from head to toe. (My poor baby just needed a fucking mother figure 😭💔)

He is first in everything. Do you need help opening a jar? He already opened it for you and said I love you and then left and returned to a mission.

But that's not what we're talking about right now... Nonono, we're talking about jealousy, guys...

I bet he's the most sensitive of all.

He makes sure you don't show favoritism to anyone, unless it's him, if so he lets it go.

Did you spend an extra minute with one of your other children because you didn't see the time? He is already burning in a pit of jealousy.

I feel like he would start fighting with his sibling and then he would apply the law of silence to you. But it doesn't last long because he can't resist your cute nicknames and your "you're my favorite" (you say that to each of your babies)

"Why do you call him "son"? He isn't even your son!" And he gives you a whole long speech when you were just trying to be nice to Roy.

He even gets jealous of Bruce.

He doesn't care if it's one of his sisters or a good friend of his, you can't call them cute nicknames! And even less if they are the ones you use with him!

He has good hearing, he makes sure that you call him by his nicknames and not by one of his siblings' nicknames.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MA?! Why are you washing Tim's hair with the shampoo you use with me!?!?" You broke him...

Tim Drake / Red Robin

( I haven't read almost anything by Tim, so forgive me if something doesn't add up, but I promise you that I already have more or less what his personality is like.)

Tim does not admit his jealousy, he is calmer compared to his brothers.

He might start scheduling his patrols to coincide with Batmom’s free time, ensuring that he gets to spend some time with her.

I feel like he would feel more insecurity than jealousy

But I also think he would try to take Batmom's attention away from his sibling by calling Batmom to help him do something he can easily do alone.

He wouldn't care if you treated his friends like your children. I think he would be happy.

Umh Well… I think there's not much to jealousy about this one...

Damian Wayne / Robin

Yes, I headcanon that Damian is one of the most jealous once he realizes that Batmom can give him the love that Talia didn't give him.

He is the same as Jason, he has the same percentage of jealousy.

The only thing is that he would start making arguments about why Batmom would have to spend the whole week with him and not with her brothers.

Oh, and he doesn't care what Bruce does with Batmom. Although he is disgusted by the slightest affection they have.

At galas, I feel like he would be glued to you, hugging your waist and making sure there is no threat.

If you're not patrolling, he'd be with you watching some movie. (I DON'T KNOW WHY I IMAGINED HIM WATCHING MEAN GIRLS)

"I say mom Is going to go with me first because I'm the best-" And then he was interrupted by his siblings.

There is a relationship of hate and equality between him and Jason…

"Don't you see that my mother has an engagement ring and I'm next to her, son of a- *you interrupt him*" I feel like he would say this to anyone who flirts with you.

He is not understanding why his siblings get to spend more time with her.

Mama's boy

I would continue writing, but I have no more inspiration and ideas, sorry...

Cassandra Cain / Orphan

WHY DID SHE PUT THAT NAME BRO???

Cassandra, being the quiet and observant one, might internalize her feelings of jealousy.

Cass is the last one to get jealous, honestly.

She understands that Batmom loves them all equally and there is no favoritism.

Although sometimes she doubts…

She would feel excluded every time she sees you spend more time with one of her siblings.

But putting that behind, she would know that you love them all equally and would let it go by speaking with you how she feels.

0,1% jealous.

Stephanie Brown / Spoiler

Depends…

I think she would feel jealous if Batmom shows favoritism towards others.

In itself, I don't think Steph is VERY jealous. Just... a little bit.

Duke Thomas / The Signal

I need to read more about this man 😭

He's the newest one in the batfam, but he was still able to connect with Batmom very well.

Duke is not one to be jealous, he just doesn't care what batmom does.

Although he is a similar case to Cass.

He would feel a little "insecure" seeing the ties Batmom has with his siblings.

But it always ends well with Batmom watching a movie with him.

[You can put more headcanons in a comment if you like!! And suggestions are always welcome <3]

#🍓୧ ‧₊˚ Request answered! ⋅ ✮⋆˙#batmom #jason todd is a mama's boy #batfamily #batmom reader #batmom imagine #batfam x reader #red hood x reader #nightwing x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #duke thomas #batfam #idk what else to tag

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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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I'm having incoherent thoughts about clone danny again from the clone/clone^2 au (when am I not?) but more specifically I'm thinking about his reaction to finding out he's a clone. The standalone clone au digs into that a little more than clone^2, which is more focused on Danny and Damian's relationship. But neither (so far) really get into Danny's issues about finding out he's a clone after 15 years of thinking he wasn't.

Because he resents his parents for not telling him for so long. He resents the way he found out; through a trivial school project rather than a sit-down talk. He resents the fact that, apparently, they had meant to tell him sooner. But forgot. He resents the fact that they never told him because finding out feels like something was stolen from him when it had the chance to not be.

Danny Fenton, just fifteen, cloned not even half a year ago, knows what that personal violation of autonomy feels like. He knows what it's like to be cloned and while he loves Ellie, he does, she's his sister, and in this au his twin. But he is still left with that feeling of unsafety after realizing he'd been cloned. Being cloned is violating. The onset realization that it's so easy to get DNA without the other party noticing, and that what was stopping someone from trying to clone him again?

Followed only after with the rest of the inexplainable mix of feelings of being cloned, the rest of that inner conflict and panic that's an ugly mocktail of emotions that range from horror to fear. Trying to imagine what it's like to be cloned from the cloned party, and I imagine that it leaves you with the feeling of needing to crawl out of your own skin with discomfort.

And then he gets put on the other side of it. Danny Fenton, only fifteen, was cloned not even half a year ago, finding out he is a clone. And reactions, I imagine, can vary from person to person. But to him, it feels like something got stolen from him, like someone took a hole puncher and stuck it right into his chest and stole a chunk of himself from him.

It changes nothing about him and yet it changes everything. It's a betrayal on it's own to just find out he was a clone and they didn't tell him for fifteen years -- it shouldn't mean anything, because he's still Danny, and yet it means everything. It's him, it's him, it's about him. It's his personhood. It's about the fact that a load-bearing rock in his identity just crumbled beneath his feet and now there's a rockslide.

Because then he finds out that they used the wrong DNA. Its like pouring salt in an open wound. He's not even related to his parents or his sister, when for years he thought he was. It's the fact that pieces of his identity that he's been so secure in for so long just got ripped away from him in an instant. Then they tell him -- only through his own horrified prompting -- that the person whose DNA they used -- Bruce Wayne -- didn't even know he existed. That they accidentally used the wrong DNA, then didn't tell the person whose DNA they used.

The betrayal of being lied to for years turns really quickly into horror at his own existence. Something very similar to the horror he felt at being cloned and the skin-crawling discomfort that made him feel like his own skin wasn't really his. And then its not. It's actually not. Nothing but his own name feels like it belongs to him anymore -- not his hair, not his eyes, not his heart or his lungs, nothing feels like his anymore and he didn't know what that felt like until it was gone.

It's a question of Nature Vs. Nurture -- where does the line of "nature" begin and where does the line of "nurture" end? What of him is actually his? What of him is Bruce Wayne's? It's not logical, it's not supposed to be. It's a load-bearing wall on the house of his identity being destroyed and now everything else is caving down in on him. What belongs to Danny, what belongs to Bruce Wayne?

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #clone^2 #danny fenton is a clone #its a combination 'oh my god i've been cloned too i know how violating that feels holy fuck' empathy and also the horror of finding out tha #the things you knew about yourself that you thought were unchanging was all WRONG.#its the fact that tragedy is always one step away from comedy. they're twins for a reason. the humor of finding out you're a clone through #a silly school project and the *horror* of finding out you're a clone from a silly school project instead of a proper conversation #danny goes into his room after he's done talking to his parents and he vomits into the garbage can under his desk. utterly horrified #and he calls sam and tucker crying. it shouldn't change anything he knows this and yet it changes EVERYTHING. he doesn't feel like himself #he doesnt feel like himself any*more.* this might be cause for him to do a closet overhaul. something to make himself feel like he's #in control of himself again. piercings. temporary hair dye. *something* to feel like he's in control.#its no wonder why he never wants to tell bruce wayne he exists because he *knows* how violating that feels and he's *afraid.*#it makes him takinh in damian a little more remarkable bc it undoubtedly made #his identity issues worse. but thats a child and a child who needs help and danny is *kind*

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lazycats-stuff · 9 months

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you know how you did you did another part of jinx and how he’s adapting to his new home, and we see him becoming more comfortable? Could you do the same idea and concept but with the weapon!reader???

Sure. My baby needs to get more comfortable. This gif is a symbol of (Y/N) fitting in. Batfamily & male!reader, PART 2 - first 2 part

Summary: (Y/N) won't be a weapon anymore.

Warnings: the family is trying to get (Y/N) comfortable, fluff, a little bit of angst,

It wasn't an easy feat to make (Y/N) comfortable. First thing that Bruce needed to do was establish the fact that (Y/N) will always have a choice. First thing he did was give (Y/N) a choice of choosing his own room.

(Y/N) was unsure what to do, because of the past experiences with choosing. He was never given a choice. He got what he got and that was it.

No more or less.

He picked a room at the end of the hall, opening the door. It was a nice spacious room, with his own bathroom.

" Since you don't really have clothes, you will have to borrow from Jason and Dick. We got you a toothbrush, tooth paste. Also, if you need something I am 3 doors down. " Bruce said, smiling softly at the teen.

" Alright. " (Y/N) said, entering the room.

" See you tomorrow then. " Bruce said, closing the door.

(Y/N) stood in his room, just looking. He was afraid to touch anything. Was this really his now? Did he really... Have an opportunity to choose?

He shook his head. He can't get comfortable. He really can't. But first, a shower is in order. He stinks a little bit. When he stepped out of the bathroom, he saw a pile of clothes on the bed. He looked at them.

For a split second he heard his handler's voice. He suppressed it and shook his head. If this is really a new life... He needs to let go. But that's always easier said than done. Everything in him was telling him not to do this, not to stay...

But... What if there was a chance to do leave everything behind? He pushed his hair back, licking his lips.

He will think more tomorrow. Right now, he needs to sleep. He is too tired to think.

Damian was in the garden, watching Titus run around happily letting out some energy. He went inside to replace the water inside Titus' water bowl. He frowned when he heard Titus coming in. He saw him walking from the corner of his eye.

When he got zoomies and when he was in the garden he didn't leave for a long while. He would only come in to sleep and eat. And to cuddle.

But he was always somewhere near Damian. Always.

Damian followed Titus quietly. He was going towards the bedrooms and he entered (Y/N)'s.

Damian rose his brow and he slowly walked over to the bedroom door.

" Hey Titus. " Was all that (Y/N) said, before he sighed. There was a little bit of shuffling and then it was silence. Damian poked his head in and saw something that Grayson would have thought to be adorable.

Titus was laying on (Y/N)'s chest, acting like a heavy blanket. Damian also noticed tear tracks on (Y/N)'s cheeks. (Y/N) froze when he saw Damian. He quickly shushed (Y/N) and raised his hands in defense.

" I was just wondering where Titus went. " Damian said, sitting down on the chair near the desk.

" You are feeling torn. " Damian said, watching (Y/N)'s face.

(Y/N) just nodded sheepishly.

" I know you just came and feel like you can't talk to anybody, but you can with me. Whatever you say to me, it's going to be in between us. " Damian said, watching as Titus shifted a little bit.

" I thought about this situation the first night I was let out of the cell. How... much more... It's not easy to think about it. "

" I know how you feel. I was thinking about the same thing. Although, I was way more rebellious. I didn't know what to think... But in the end, this is the best place to be. "

" You felt the same way? " (Y/N) asked, patting Titus' head.

" I did. Torn between all I knew for the first 10 years of my life and a new permanent environment. "

" How did you get over the dilemma? "

" I just accepted the mix of the two. " Damian said, shrugging his shoulders. " Of course, that doesn't have to work for you. " Damian added, watching as (Y/N)'s eyes got a little bit watery.

" I don't think I can let go. Every time I have tried to, just a little bit, I hear my handler's voice. "

Damian nodded. " If you ever need Titus, you can always take him. But he always has that sense for someone with anxiety so he will always go to you. " Damian said, petting Titus.

" Thanks Damian. "

Jason got back from patrol and he was desperate for a smoke. And if he was interrupted, may God help anyone who does that. He showered and changed into the more comfortable clothes. Afterwards, he opened the window and got out on the roof.

He was shocked to find that (Y/N) was already there, smoking too. They looked at the each, wondering what to do. Should they just go separate ways?

" We can smoke in silence? " Jason offered. " Trust me, I need it after the patrole and I don't want anybody to see me. " Jason said, seating next to (Y/N).

" Fine by me. " (Y/N) said, taking an another drag.

They did just that. Silence was prominent and they were just enjoying a good smoke. Jason because patrol was awful and full of shit, (Y/N) because of the thoughts going through his mind.

" Soooo... How are you settling in? " Jason asked, just to fill in the silence.

" It's going slowly. "

" You are feeling torn. " Jason said, taking a drag. He let the smoke out as he watched (Y/N).

" How do you know? " (Y/N) asked, taking a second cigarette.

" I can see it. And you are almost like Damian, but Damian was way more combative and rebellious. He tried to escape the manor multiple times. You are an angel compared to him. " Jason said, chuckling at the attempts.

" Is that why there are defenses? " (Y/N) asked, tilting his head.

" Yes and no. It's against burglars and other more trained people. You know, Bruce has a lot of enemies as a CEO and you know. " Jason said, waving his hands around.

" Huh. Why can I see that? " (Y/N) said, looking off into the distance.

" It's because you met Damian more thoroughly. Because of that you can see it. " Jason explained, leaning back down on the roof.

" He can be nice. " (Y/N) said, huffing out the smoke.

" When he is sleeping maybe. " Jason said, laughing quietly. " You two can bond over the fact of being trained as weapons. And trauma you two share. " Jason said, finishing his cigarette.

" Trauma bonding. " (Y/N) said dryly, also finishing up his cigarette. " Can I ask you something? " (Y/N) started. He thought about asking this for a while now, but he has never gathered any courage until now.

" Sure. What's up? "

" I am kind of tired of being couped up in here. I was wondering if... Bruce said anything about me going on patrol? " (Y/N) finished, looking straight ahead.

" He really didn't say anything... Don't worry, he has it in mind. He just wants to make sure you settle here. " Jason said, moving to the window. It was getting cold.

" He wants to make sure that you are in the right mindset. Patrol is important to him and he doesn't want you to be distracted. " Jason explained moving inside.

(Y/N) looked at the place where Jason was sitting down just moments before. Maybe. Just maybe.

Tim sighed as he was trying to find Black Mask. He was a slippery little shit who was keeping a low profile. Tim sighed quietly, rubbing his eyes. Tim turned his head to see (Y/N) coming into the cave. Tim liked (Y/N).

" Black Mask? " (Y/N) asked, moving closer to big computer. He had a general idea who that man is and what he does. But he wasn't different than the targets that (Y/N) was killing.

" Yup. I can't track him down for the life of me. " Tim said, leaning back. " How would you do it? " Tim asked, ready to get some help.

" Well, I would look for his second in command and torture him until he gives me the info. Of course, I would make sure that it's all incognito and what not. I assume you are not allowed to torture? " (Y/N) asked, making Tim nod.

" Well, we can't find his second in command either. " Tim explained.

(Y/N) looked at the screen, making him wonder. How would he approach this?

" Then look for his lieutenants. They are always in contact with the second in command. " (Y/N) said. " And if that doesn't work, then you have to look at the safe houses. Black Mask is in the city. " (Y/N) said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

" I hate him. " Tim declared making (Y/N) chuckle quietly. He wasn't the only one.

Dick was happy about this. It was the time where the family could have a movie night and they could be together to bond as a family. More so, (Y/N) could get more comfortable and that was a priority.

To absolutely everyone.

Dick went upstairs and basically dragged (Y/N) down. (Y/N), of course, allowed it. To Dick, that was a sign that (Y/N) got more comfortable.

(Y/N) was made to sit down on the couch, then covered with a blanket.

" What is happening? " (Y/N) asked, clearly confused.

" A movie night! Tonight, it's going to be Harry Potter movies. " Dick said, clearly excited.

" Harry Potter? "

Everyone stopped and looked at (Y/N). Bruce tried not to feel sad and tried to ignore that feeling that feeling in his heart. What the hell?

" Okay, so let me give you a brief summary. " Dick said, quickly giving (Y/N) a quick summary.

Everyone glanced at each other. They were going to give (Y/N) a brand new childhood. Starting with Harry Potter movies.

#dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #batfamily #bruce wayne x male reader #jason todd x male reader #batkids #tim drake x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #platonic relationsips

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igncrxntripley · 1 year

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How do you think TJD would react to the reader having night terrors? ( for their secret weapon)

bad dreams

a/n: not me mixing TJD fluff and angst 🫠 also added a new plot point...we'll be playing with that as time goes on LMAOOO

mentions: bad dreams, nightmares, night terrors, anxiety, crying, description of past trauma, slight appearance from the spooky scary fiend, overall SFW but be cautious of above themes

taglist: @babybatlover @ripleyswhore @auburnwrites @thesithdiaries

She was running, running, running...Y/N ran through the dark forest in hopes of getting as far away as she could. Every time she turned her head she could see him going after her. He was huge - almost animalistic. The animal head he wore only made him look that much more like a beast. Y/N had been running like her life depended on it but she had no clue where she even was. She could barely see anything in front of her but she knew she needed to keep going. As soon as she stopped, he was going to catch up to her. She couldn't let that happen.

Y/N finally saw it in front of her; a cabin, the porch light shining in the dark and illuminating the house. It was the only source of solitude around, and she knew she needed to go for it before he found her. She ran to the house and stepped foot onto the rickety wooden porch and opened the door before she could even think twice about it.

Her back hit the door as she caught her breath. Y/N stood there in pitch black once again, but she hoped she was safe at least for a little while. "I need to find them..." She whispered to herself; she'd lost her partners a long ways back after they ran in different directions and had no clue where anyone was. The last she saw of any of them, Dominik tripped and clearly hurt himself but he told her to keep going. Y/N needed to listen to him and just hope they'd fine another again.

Before Y/N could even make her next move, she heard soft humming in front of her. She couldn't tell what the tune was, but the deep voice sent shivers down her spine. She could hear something creeking, something moving...it made her blood run absolutely still in her body.

"Let me in."

Y/N's eyes widened in fear when she heard the voice. It sounded so familiar, yet she could barely pinpoint it. No words left her mouth to answer him, but she watched closely as he lit a lantern to shine on his face. He smiled at her, his wild hair and beard only making him that much more deranged. "We've been waiting for you, Sister Abigail." He said with a smile, slowly rocking in a rocking chair.

Her breathing only picked up as she panicked. Y/N shook her head, and when she turned around to the door to make a run for it she saw the same beat from earlier. She had nowhere to turn, nowhere to run...

"Let us in."

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Y/N practically shot up in bed with a gasp, clutching her chest as she tried to catch her breath. She didn't even notice the tears and sweat on her face, but she could feel just how claustrophobic she was in the bed.

Hearing their princess cry was like a siren for each member of The Judgement Day. They heard her wake up, and they each slowly followed suit and sprung into action when they noticed just how in distress she was. "Baby, hey..." Rhea was the first to say something, her hand reaching out to touch Y/N's arm.

She jumped when Rhea touched her, but as soon as she realized who it was the tears only rushed harder down her cheeks. "I-I...h-he...I couldn't s-see...!" Y/N panicked as the words tried to form and explain why she was so upset but it just wasn't working.

"Woah woah woah..." Rhea said, immediately pulling Y/N into a hug and letting her cry it out. Her brows were furrowed in confusion as she held their girl close to her chest and looked at each of her partners to see if they knew what to do. Damian rubbed his eyes before putting on his glasses to see what happened, Finn and Dominik looking just as confused and worried. "What happened, love? Huh?" Damian asked this time, his hand coming forward to rub Y/N's thigh.

What her partners didn't know, was that this nightmare was the result of Y/N's long and damaging history with The Fiend himself. One that started when she began her run in NXT, and ended not long before Brooks and Josh came into the picture.

Everyone knew that when Bray Wyatt wanted something, he was going to get it. It didn't matter how or what he needed to do - once he had a target, he was laser focused. And a naÏve, young Y/N easily became one of those targets when she first started training with the WWE.

She did her best to ignore his presence whenever him or a sign of him showed up. But Bray quickly caught on, and he never took well to the ways in which Y/N would just turn her back on him or throw away the things he'd leave behind. He would begin making his presence more obvious; showing episodes of Firefly Funhouse after her matches, sending Alexa to visit, anything he could to not only make it clear what he wanted but not let Y/N have the chance to ignore him.

Once Y/N met Brooks, Bray backed off. He'd been taking more time off and focused his energy elsewhere, but that didn't mean it lessened Y/N's fear of The Fiend. She'd been doing so well for so long, too; not thinking of him or even seeing him when she closed her eyes to sleep. But somehow he was working his way back into her world, and she needed it to stop.

Y/N’s body shook in Rhea’s hold, practically paralyzed in fear. “L-lights…turn t-the lights on! He’s g-gonna c-come back!” She panicked. Dominik hurried and started by turning on a set of string lights that illuminated the area around the bed. Once everyone could see, they got a better look at Y/N’s tear stained face with some sweat starting to form at her hairline.

“Who’s ‘he’, baby?” Rhea asked quietly, but Y/N only shook her head in response and continued to let her tears fall. It was clear they weren’t going to get any immediate answers from Y/N so Rhea sat patiently with her and let her cry.

Finn moved forward a little and moved the hairs from Y/N’s face. “You need to breathe, princess. Look at me…” he encouraged, smiling a little as her eyes met his. “There she is.” Finn took one of her hands and placed it over his chest as he started to take deep breaths. “Just follow my lead.”

As Y/N let Finn calm her down, Damian stayed next to Rhea and continued to rub Y/N’s thigh. Dominik had made his escape to grab some water, but once he came back he was right back in bed and rubbing Y/N’s lower back. Nothing was more comforting than the four sets of hands on her body, their sole purpose being to ground her and calm her down after being startled awake.

Y/N’s sobs turned into sniffles eventually turned into sniffles as she image of her running through the woods replayed in her mind. Even though the lights had been turned on and she saw her partners around her, the imminent fear remained in her kind of being alone. She continued to tremble in Rhea’s hold, and the stares of everyone around her didn’t go unnoticed.

“He was…he kept chasing me.” She whispered softly. One of Dominik’s hands reached forward and held her own, her finger lightly tracing the tattoos on his hand. “We all had to split up. He…it was so dark…” Y/N could barely get the words out to explain what she saw in her dreams and she just knew she was going to struggle even beginning to explain it.

Finn frowned and rubbed her back. “Who is he, my love?” He asked quietly.

Rhea could feel the shiver that went down Y/N’s spine at Finn’s question. It took a second, but eventuality answer answer left Y/N’s lips in a hushed whisper; she was scared that even trying to speak up would bring her nightmare into existence. “Bray.” Y/N finally said, looking at Finn with teary eyes over Rhea’s shoulder.

"I knew it." Dominik mumbled as he gently shook his head, his fingers drawing gentle patterns on Y/N's lower back as she continued t calm down.

Damian frowned; he hated that he couldn’t protect his partners from everything, especially the nightmares that would pop up in their sleep unannounced. He was someone who lived to protect all four of them, and not being able to do so made him feel an immense amount of rage. But he was determined to make it better even for the time being.

He reached out and gently rubbed Y/N’s thigh. “Nothing is going to happen to any of us, especially you.” Damian said quietly. “There’s nowhere safer than right here in our home.” Y/N’s bottom lip trembled again at his words, and while she was still too terrified to fully believe Damian she gave a small nod. She also moved out of Rhea’s hold to settle in Damian’s; his muscular arms wrapped tightly around her body to shield her from anything that she thought could potentially come for her. “You're okay." He whispered softly.

Y/N's fingers gently played with the loose strands of Damian's hair; anything to occupy her mind other than the dream she'd just woken up from was fine with her. The other three watched by with sad eyes, each of them exchanging looks with one another and Damian to come up with something that could make this all better for their girl...but they knew it wasn't going to be an easy fix.

Eventually once the sniffles stopped and Y/N had exhausted herself all over again, everyone was getting settled into bed with hopes of not being woken up again. Y/N had once more been transferred to a different partner, this time laying on Finn's chest with Dominik next to her. The younger man's arm was lazily draped around her waist while Finn's fingers twirled her hair, looking down at her every so often to see if she'd fall asleep.

"If you'd quit staring at me maybe I'll fall asleep." She teased him softly.

Finn chuckled at her and used his long fingers to gently scratch at her scalp. "I'm just checkin' on ya. Need to make sure you get at least some of your beauty sleep." He smiled and gently tilted her face up so she would look at him. "Go to sleep, my love. We've got you."

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Samantha al Ghul

Rain raced down her window as she looked out to the gloomy surroundings. Sam had never felt more at home than in Gotham she's realizing. The architecture and general vibe of the city resonated with her on a level she had only felt when in the Infinite Realms.

Sam's parents stuck out like a sore thumb, all bright and hopeful. They looked like you took two characters from a children's show and dropped them into a grimdark HBO classic. Sam loves them, she really does, but just one look at them would have muggers salivating.

She's been somewhat looking forward to this particular gala, if only because she managed to convince her parents to let her wear a dress that's mostly black with details of roses and thorny vines twisted around the bottom of the skirt. She would be blending in for once, something she had mixed feelings about. At least there would be some other kids her age there, at least according to her parents. Hopefully they weren't the usual stuck up people like Paulina, Sam was sick of her being the only one to talk to at functions in Amity.

They pulled up to a large gothic manor and the driver came to the door with umbrellas for the family, helping them out of the car. Sam's first thought when looking at the house was envy, she would love to live in a place like this. Her second thought was of getting out of the rain so that it wouldn't ruin her favorite combat heels. At the door, they were greeted by a butler who took their coats and introduced himself as "Alfred Pennyworth, head butler of the Wayne family." Which gave Sam momentary pause, the dredges of a memory popping up.

Why is that familiar? What does Wayne mean in accordance with Gotham?

As she walked in to the gala, she got her answer.

Standing next to a tall man with a streak of white through the front of his hair was someone she hadn't seen in years. Someone she thought had died that day ten years prior. Someone she always felt guilty for.

She was moving before she even realized, skidding to a stop before him.

"Ahki" She mutter low so only he could hear. The boy froze and then slowly turned to look at her.

"Ukht" He said back and suddenly they were both hugging, clinging to each other like they had when they were so much smaller. Tears rarely spent were shed. "How are you here? How are you alive?"

"I survived the fall. I don't know how, but I survived the fall but then I had amnesia and didn't remember anything. I was taken in by this couple who had wanted a daughter. By the time I remembered anything, it was too late for me to return to the League. How'd you get out? I thought you died that day!"

The tall man put his hands on each of their shoulders. "Maybe you should take this to a private setting? We don't want anything leaking to the press."

Damian seemed to think it over for a moment before looking at the crowd who were all staring at the two teens. They let go of each other and made their way to a balcony. "I managed to kill the interloper that held me, but when I looked over the cliff's edge, you were nowhere to be seen. I had assumed you had been swept beneath the current. I searched along the riverbanks to no avail." He glanced over her face, seeming to drink in the sight he had missed for so long. "How are you here?"

"I came with my adoptive parents. They're the ones who stick out like a sore thumb. I've been living with them in Amity Park, Illinois since I was found. They're good people, but they have their eccentricities. They want me to wear bright colors all the time." Sam's nose scrunched up in distaste. Damian chuckled.

"That hasn't changed I see."

"What about you? How'd you get out?"

"There was a coup, one of Grandfather's apprentices, Deathstroke, attacked him. In the chaos Mother managed to get us out and she brought me to Father. I've been living with him for five years now."

"Oh, so Father is here?" Sam thought for a moment then whispered. "I know Father is the Bat, but what is his real name? I know mother told us once, but my memory is still kinda foggy."

"It's his gala you're attending, Father is Bruce Wayne."

"That airheaded himbo?" Sam snorted, then thought a bit. "Wow he's a much better actor than I expected then."

"We should probably go make an appearance again, the vultures are probably talking about our outburst."

#danny phantom #fanfic #dpxdc #batman #sam manson #damian wayne #Sam is Damian's Twin AU

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livsbrutalitys-blog · 2 months

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May I request Fem!Reader gets a makeover after joining the Judgement Day & Damian (who disapproved of her joining) is left awestruck.

Enemies to lovers?Damian priest x fem!reader

use of y/n :)

requests are open!!

As the loud music blared through the sold-out arena, the anticipation in the air was palpable. The audience, a mix of die-hard wrestling fans and curious onlookers, waited with bated breath for the newest addition to the infamous Judgement Day to make her grand entrance. Y/N, a female wrestler whose reputation for being fierce and fearless had preceded her, stepped out onto the ramp, her eyes scanning the crowd hungrily. She was about to embark on a journey that would change her life forever, joining forces with the enigmatic Damian Priest and the formidable Rhea Ripley. But little did she know that it was Damian himself who would have the most profound impact on her.

Dressed in a sleek, black bodysuit that hugged her curves and accentuated her athletic physique, Y/N's new look was a far cry from her previous attire. Her long, sleek hair cascaded down her back, framing her delicate features. As she strutted confidently toward the ring, the crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and chants. Even Damian Priest, who had initially been skeptical about her joining the group, couldn't help but feel a surge of respect for her.

The match began, and Y/N's skills were on full display. She moved with the agility of a panther, taking down her opponents with ease. Damian, watching from the sidelines, found himself increasingly impressed with her abilities. As the match progressed, he began to see past her new look and appreciate the raw talent that she brought to the ring.

After their victory, Damian approached Y/N backstage. "Look," he said, his voice gruff but sincere, "I want to apologize for how I acted earlier. You're a damn good wrestler, and I'm proud to have you in our family. You've got drive, and that's something we need more of." Y/N looked up at him, a mixture of surprise and gratitude in her eyes.

"Thank you, Damian," she said softly. "I've always admired your skills in the ring, and it means a lot to me that you're giving me a chance to learn from you." Damian nodded, feeling a strange warmth in his chest. He hadn't expected to feel this way about her, but there was something about Y/N that drew him in. Maybe it was her determination, or her willingness to push herself to be the best. Or maybe it was simply the fact that she looked damn good in that new outfit.

As they continued to talk, the tension between them began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of camaraderie. They exchanged stories about their wrestling careers, their hopes and dreams for the future. Damian found himself leaning in closer, hanging on to every word she said. And the more he listened, the more he realized that Y/N wasn't just another wrestler - she was someone he could truly respect and admire.

Meanwhile, Rhea Ripley watched them from a distance, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. She could see the connection forming between Damian and Y/N, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. After all, she had been the one to bring them together. As they continued to chat, the atmosphere in the room seemed to shift, becoming charged with an electricity that could only come from two people who shared a deep understanding of each other's passions.

#wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe x reader #wwe x y/n #angst #fanfic #writers on tumblr #writing #damian priest x reader #damian priest #wwe

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BEST BRUCE WAYNE/ BATMAN FICS I KNOW

ok so I’ve noticed a distinct lack of fic recs surrounding bruce as a focus and figured hey, I read a fuck ton of bruce fics to fix that!!

This is gonna be a mix of gen and shipping, for this list at least, I’m just gonna have all the longer fics with a more serious tone here- i lowkey wanna do another rec list for batfam or team bonding with the league and/or sweeter slice of life fics too (also all the other superbat fics, there were so many others but this list was already getting waay too long lol)

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GENERAL

I’ll Come Out Right On The Other Side

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21995317/chapters/52488031

A direct follow up to “Live While I Breathe” in which Bruce begins therapy.

His first major goal? Bettering his relationships with his kids, one at a time.

AKA: Bruce plans a bonding activity with each of his kids and generally makes a fool of himself. He thinks it might be worth it though, in the end.

Good Intentions and the Highest Hopes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35013313/chapters/87205279

Bruce offers each of his children the chance to go on vacation with him, and they get to choose the destination. Jason chooses the one place he thinks Bruce will enjoy the least, out of spite.

That’s how the two of them end up going to Disney World.

Yesterday's Voices

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11035398/chapters/24597084

While trying to take down a drug cartel that deals with memory altering drugs, things go awry, and Batman wakes up with no recollection of the last five years. As a result, his family must now race against time to find the antidote, while also having to deal with a Bruce who still thinks Jason is Robin. A Bruce who doesn't recognise most of them. A Bruce far less jaded and cynical than the one they're used to. A Bruce who still cares.

Nature and Nurture

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14519379/chapters/33545871

It was a no good, very bad night all around, and it kept getting worse.

In which the writer explores some classic tropes, indulges in some BatFam feels, and explores the effects of nature and nurture on the psyche of one Bruce Thomas Wayne.

(^ bruce gets hit with a spell and goes through different ages and bonds with each batfam through every one- it’s really really good)

Foreign Object

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7804285/chapters/17807005

Bruce Wayne deals with a serious illness, one that threatens the most crucial part of himself. He and the family try to cope with their own fears and expectations about it and then the aftermath. This is written partly as character study, partly as family drama.

A Good Place

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13515501/chapters/30999966

Damian Wayne is kidnapped and sent back years through time. Together, he and Father – who's only been Batman for a mere six months –must figure out how to return him to his own time. Over the course of the next week, Damian discovers that Mexican gangsters do not mess around, that social workers find Bruce annoying, that Bruce might be a little messed up, and that crystal chandeliers create the fondest memories.

Oh. And Alfred has hair.

Keep Your Head, Your Backbone, and Your Heart

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30878135/chapters/76242287

The last thing that Duke expected on what was supposed to be just a regular patrol was being suddenly thrown five years into the past, coming face to face with a darker, more violent Batman than the one he knew, a broken family, and a Tim who was a foot shorter than Duke, and not even Robin yet.

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SUPERBAT

A Common Misconception

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28374456/chapters/69587634#workskin

When Bruce Wayne comes out, he accidentally becomes the poster child of bisexuality and realizes his lifestyle of sleeping around needs to come to an end. Clark, being the supportive friend that he is, volunteers to pretend to date him for a year.

You know the rest.

Infinite

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9544220/chapters/21581087

With the help of an alien artifact Bruce is travelling to more universes than he ever thought possible. The only problem?

He can’t get back to his own.

Time To Give

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33784999/chapters/83984005

Martha Kent has lost her son; that's something Bruce can understand. A friendship that blossoms from grief and loss? Bruce can be selfish this once and allow himself at least that.

But then Martha gets her son back, and Bruce? Bruce doesn't. Living with what he's done and has had done to him? Maybe Bruce needs a little help with that. And it seems both Kents are willing to give Bruce as much time as he's willing to give them.

Until his son does come back. Both of them.

(A Superhero's Amateur Guide to Saving a Life, Falling in Love, and Preserving the Space-Time Continuum Despite) Time Travel

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25137466

There isn't anything unusual about the day Bruce dies.

Clark wishes there had been. He wishes he'd known it was coming; he wishes he'd been ready and waiting to stop it before it happened at all.

But having the chance to fix it after the fact is the next-best thing. He'll take it.

Porridge (New and Improved)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18916780

If there was no Batman, he would just have to create him. No matter what the cost. With the help of a Batman-inspired supercomputer that is close to the real thing (but not nearly close enough), Superman brings Batman to the world once more.

(^ crazyyyyy)

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BATLANTERN

Am I The Asshole?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28287774/chapters/69318234

Hal is sick, and Bruce helps out, and illness has a way of showing you not just who you really are, but who someone else is too. It's possible, Hal comes to realize, that he just might be the asshole. Possibly. Just maybe

What If

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22137433/chapters/52840714

(not the summary, but a note)

It's a "What if Hal came home to find out about Coast City's destruction after the fact?" and a "What if Bruce, being his general awkward but well-intentioned self, stuck his nose in?" and a "What if, Hal got a little support from his friends - take that and shove it, Parallax" kind of fic

The Little Green Light

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3785038/chapters/8419681

Bruce lets himself push back a door of possibility he really ought to have known better than to try, and gets entangled in Ollie and Dinah's complicated life. Hal Jordan has been there before, and offers him some free advice -- and then quite a bit more.

(^ honestly, any batlatern fic done by this person, literally every one)

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RARE(OTHER) PAIR

not really rare but more I couldn’t justify them having their own section so here’s where all the other pairs go lol

Find Your Purpose

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26624758/chapters/64921246

With the manor in flames, Bruce Wayne sets out into the world for a well deserved vacation. When he becomes separated from Alfred, Bruce finds himself trapped in a downward spiral he can't recover from.

Or at least not without help, and help comes from the strangest of places.

(^ bruce/bane- i really like how they dealt with the more political side of things and asked some real questions)

Coming Home

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12459708/chapters/28354785

After she receives his gift, Diana invites Bruce to Paris so she can tell him her story. They are interrupted when a figure from Diana's past returns with a message from Themyscira. Diana, with Bruce at her side, discovers that not all myths are myth and she is not as alone as she once was.

(^ wonderbat in my favourite flavour, protagonist diana and happy to be here bruce :))

When Another Clark Situation Becomes Something More

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40404015/chapters/101215623

This is the story of how Vigilante and Batman became an item. And it all started with Vigilante quoting Clint Eastwood in the right place at the right time. Golden Age of Hollywood cowboy movies played a huge role. And the batkids did too. But they aren't aware of that.

(^ incredibly rare vigilante/batman but it’s also really good- the writer really knows what they’re doing)

SCAR TISSUE

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38102632/chapters/95179879

Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne; once childhood friends, former young lovers, seminal business partners, coinciding superheroes, now... what?

They've shared more than their honest need of fixes, shared more than enough of their afflictions, and shared far more than one lifetime together. Left with scattered memories of their relationship, they're made to question whether they had too much together; if they still have too much remaining to answer for.

With their friendship stretched thin by matters demanding their alter-egos, failing romantic affairs, and inveterate personal burdens, they haven't seen each other in a few years but, when Bruce shows up at one of Tony's AA meetings, the pair rekindle their unremitting relationship in a way only they know how.

(^ tony/bruce- just two emotionally damaged, struggling, toxic billionaires who need each other so deeply they would rather die than be apart, yknow, as you do)

Half Way Across

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5795281/chapters/13357042

Set immediately after "The Killing Joke": Joker changes his mind on the way back to Arkham and agrees to Batman's offer to rehabilitate him.

What follows is a mess of conflicting needs, emotional ugliness and a whole lot of bad decisions, but no one ever said it was going to be easy.

(^ i know its batjokes x-x I know how ya’ll feel about the ship so i get if you wanna skip this last one but do know, it is really good. (unhealthy? definitely, but good? very much so)

#bruce wayne #batman #DC Universe #baman fanfic recs #fanfic rec #dc #batfam #batfam fanfiction #batman fanfiction recs #fanfic #ao3 #superbat #batlantern #good dad bruce wayne #bruce wayne whump

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bat-stuff · 11 months

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Damian Wayne headcanons: “Totally can make girls swoon as long as he’s not standing next to Damian (we’ll talk about Damian’s body and pretty boy features in another post)”, can we get that post discussing Damian’s pretty boy features and how he most likely gets the most people coming after him thx to his perfect mix of Talia and Bruce’s genes (Talia’s brown skin color, her green cat shaped eyes w/long eyelashes, Bruce’s face (tho I headcanon the older dami gets the more he physically resembles Talia until the resemblance is uncanny, or he grows to become a perfect match of both his parents facial features), hairline (unless dami grows his hair out a little more in the future), the Wayne charm etc.)????????? Also how the others (Collin, Jon, & Billy) attractive looks attract others as well?????

Honestly, I totally forgot that Tumblr existed for a while so thess are way overdue. But here we go.

Also, excuse Damian's for being hella long but I've had a lot of time to think about Damian

Ok I also have a feeling that I haven't mentioned this before ...

All my content for these boys is aged up, which means they aren't a gaggle of 12 year olds. I'm imagining them between the ages of 16 and 18 unless otherwise stated.

DAMIAN WAYNE, JON KENT, COLIN WILKES, AND BILLY BATSON FEATURES HEADCANONS

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DAMIAN WAYNE

Damian has green eyes, I know people will argue and say he has blue but his eyes are definitely a dark mossy green.

Though they definitely have the capability of changing color in the sunlight, they light up and turn into lighter shades depending on the lighting and time of day, but personally I think they are a dark mossy green.

I don't want to spend too much time on Damian's eyes but for example, in Gotham they tend to be darker because of the atmosphere, whereas when Damian goes to see Jon in Metropolis, they'll be lighter shades because of the sunlight

He 100% has Talia's eyes, and facial structure. I can see him having more of Bruce's features, but his facial and body structure is closer to Talia.

Strong jawline but softer than Bruce's. Damian looks a bit like Bruce but not as sharp, so to speak. His face is slimmer and more rounded, his eyes are more pointed and are sharper but Bruce's are wider.

Bruce is ruggedly handsome, Damian is flawlessly pretty.

Damian's body structure is closer to Talia's too.

I don't see Damian really being able to pack on muscle mass in the future like Bruce. As Damian gets older his body structure looks a lot like Dick's, he's very well fitted.

He does have nice biceps tho. To the point where when he moves you could feel the muscle flex underneath if you were touching them

(If you haven't experienced this personally with anyone, I highly suggest it. Biceps are hot.)

He doesn't have thick thighs like Jason, but he's still very muscular. Sometimes it's hard to tell unless he's flexing, he's not busting out of his clothes, but he is quite strong.

On to other features, Damian isn't white.

I think we've all established it by now but just to make sure.

His skin is a lot like Talia's, light olive skin. Though, in the summer, if Damian gets even the smallest ounce of light he tans instantly. I'm the winters in Gotham, one might mistake him for white because his skin is lighter but once he's put next to Tim it's easy to see that he's not.

Damian has perfect eyebrows. Nothing else needs to accompany this. His eyebrows are flawless.

Ok, so hair. Another thing I've seen some disagreement on.

I believe Damian's hair is Black, like Bruce. But unlike Bruce it's not coarse and heavy. It's light, wispy and soft. When he was younger at the manor he used to gel it up, but now that he's older he's come to realize that it'll just go wherever he wants and it will be fine.

Damian's voice, which I've kinda already covered, is wide range. He can sound like a little girl or Corpse. He generally leans towards a deeper voice, it vibrates a little so if he's talking while you're touching him in some way you can feel the grumble.

He hums a lot. Not musically, but in response to things. He's taken up a habit of humming into words, like saying "mkay" instead of "okay".

I strongly believe that Damian doesn't laugh, he chuckles. Deep, hearty chuckles that make anyone whose near stop and listen to him laugh. He also snickers and sharply exhales through his nose to make that snorting/snickering sound, I don't know what it's called but I think you can guess what I'm talking about.

Damian doesn't have veiny hands, sorry to disappoint. But his hands are very soft for being a swordsman. His skin is very smooth and he doesn't have many imperfections. No birthmarks because of the Artificial Womb, courtesy of Talia.

Not me going back to his eyes, but he squints a lot. Out of confusion, anger, just looking at something, disgust. His eyes generally take the shape of siren eyes, so it doesn't look unnatural that he gives people sharp looks unintentionally.

His lips are on the thinner side but are still soft. Boy definitely uses chapstick. He doesn't have a big mouth or a little one, he's very well proportioned.

Probably has a plump bottom lip tho

Many know this but he frowns a lot. It's not because he's upset, but it's his thinking face. His eyebrows scrunch together when he's doing this too. If he's thinking about something unpleasant his nose with wrinkle. When Damian's thinking hard he looks very confused and upset.

Nicely shaped abs. He has a long torso

HELLA PRETTY SHOULDERS AND BACK MUSCLES MY GUY

Smells like pine needles and sandalwood. Definitely a rich person scent that's strong but not overpowering.

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BILLY BATSON

Figured I would start with Billy because if we're ranking them, he's the second prettiest.

Personal opinion but you'll see what I mean.

So Billy's eyes are brown. Like a dark, chocolate brown.

Some people might say "Well in the dcau and Young Justice they're blue" but I have a personal belief that they're brown. How many blue eyed superheroes and children of superheroes are there? Too many. They're brown.

In the sun they turn into a dark honey color

DEFINITELY has light freckles across his cheeks, I mean really light tho. You would have to be pretty close to him to see them

Billy's hair is soft, and medium brunette.

it's sort of straight, but kinda wavy

the length of it depends on the season, for instance in the summer he has it cut shorter in the back. But in the winter he lets it grow out a bit more

The skinniest of the bunch but it suits him

He's not SKINNY tho, I mean he's being compared to Superboy, Batman's son, and a Gym Rat Gothamite, cut the little guy some slack

Billy has very slender, lean build. Most likely doesn't have Damian-level muscle but he's still easy on the eyes shirtless

Billy has a a bit of a lopsided smile that sometimes expresses laziness

Teeth smile 100%

He has that sort of soft handsome look

Where Damian is very sharp and defined Billy is smooth

He has softer cheek bones (squishy cheeks) and a defined yet round jawline

Billy has thinner lips

I'm not sure how to describe them honestly

Very calm deep voice, deepest voice of the bunch, adding on to this I imagine that he likes to sing and is the best vocalist in the group

His laugh, contrast to Damian, is boisterous and very open mouthed. He's loud and sometimes it sounds like a cackle, but most of the time Billy has a charming laugh that fills the room

Billy almost smells sugary with a hint of linen. Like warm bed sheets but they were washed next to a bakery.

(He once accidentally stole Mary's Japanese Cherry Blossom lotion and now has this sort of addiction to cherry scented things)

Honestly, Billy smells like a lot of things all the time, so the best description is that he smells very warm and sweet

Boy is part of the super soft hands club

Long. Freaking. Eyelashes.

Like, they might tickle you when you kiss him long

(This isn't a romance headcannon but he would be a great person to kiss, OOOH NEXT POST IDEA)

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JON KENT

Ok so on to Jonathan

So our boys eyes are a sky blue

An open sky in the country, and where some eyes have grey tones, Jon's don't

Dark, black hair that has a loose curl to it

A lot of times it hangs down in his eyes so he developed a tendency to play with his hair

He has one of those headbands that comb/hold back your hair, and he wears it a lot

Wouldn't wear it around the guys, there's no way Colin wouldn't make a little fun of him for it. Damian honestly wouldn't care and Billy would probably buy one once he sees Jon wear it

He has pretty fair skin, but tans often due to being in the Sun at the farm a lot.

Has tan lines on his wrist and ankles from bracelets, he's that kind of guy

I mentioned in a previous post that Jon isn't really big on sweating so our boy probably always smells very clean

His scent is lemony with a hint of linen.

Not that the other boys don't smell clean, Jon is just less musky

Jon us bulkier than Damian and Billy, but smaller than Colin.

Another member of the super soft hands club, as well as the pretty shoulders club

he has a soft voice, but it also holds a lot of energy. He talks fast

the highest pitched voice of the bunch, and for the longest time was slightly squeaky.

lovely sounding voice, can't sing for shit tho. Hes a bit tone deaf.

has DEFINED dimples, the king of dimples

always has a content look on his face, looks and is incredibly friendly

I have a feeling Jon doesn't have completely straight teeth, but still a beautiful, toothy smile

he isn't a mouth breather but has a habit of staring at people with his mouth open a bit.

kinda like a goldfish

lip biter (In the cute/hot way)

(ok so my best comparison for Jon is Dave Lizewski from Kick-Ass. I feel like they would have similar energy. I feel like he and Jon would sound similar as well.)

Toned abs. He doesn't even try, they just happen

nice arms, not super huge but you can visibly see the muscle

His entire vibe is secretly buff nerd boy

loves his glasses, only takes them off when he suits up

they're the round-ish square ones with the iron rim (Dave Lizewski glasses)

sharp jawline, but has a square face

Pouty, thick lips

Jon has fairly big hands, and skinny fingers.

Slightly veiny hands

Has never had a lick of acne in his life so incredibly clean face

Definitely a pretty boy

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COLIN WILKES

Colin is definitely the scraggiliest of the 4

Silly ginger boy

Has straight-ish hair but probably got a perm at some point and it kinda worked for him so he's recently discovered that if he puts stuff in his hair and takes care of it right he has some natural wave

Puppy dog brown eyes that look like melted chocolate

Used to have freckles but they faded as he got older so you only see them if you're extra close

Colin had the widest smile of the group

Never had braces because he couldn't afford it so his teeth are a bit uneven

But they were significantly worse when he was a middle schooler so he's glad they figured themselves out a bit

BIG BOY

THE BIGGEST BOY

This dude has the broadest shoulders of the group, the thickest thighs, the meatiest arms.

Colin is built like a tank

Has the veiniest hands, and they never go away. Just constant veins

Is ALWAYS smirking/smiling.

Has a look on his face that always makes it seem like he'd done something bad and he's proud of it

Obviously he hasn't but it somehow lands him in trouble 9/10 times

Colin is the palest of the group, not just because he roasts like a turkey in the son but because he obviously lives in Gotham, where sunlight doesn't exist

Like Billy, his lips are on the thinner side, but they're NEVER chapped. Loves chapstick, probably would eat it

Colin has a fairly round face, when he was younger he had huge gigantinormous ears, but by 15 he had grown into them

If any of the boys had a glow up it was Colin, he went from Kiddo to Daddy within a summer

Smells like grass and mahogany. Also lysol. Sometimes leather. It depends on what time of day it is.

In the morning, it's lysol and leather because that's when he goes to the gym. But after he showers it's mahogany and like Irish spring. But by the end of the day, for some reason he smells like grass and no one can figure out why

Colin's just kinda strange

His voice is lower than Jon's, but slightly higher than Billy's. (When he's Abuse his voice is much, much deeper)

It's rumbly

Has the best morning voice

When Colin laughs, it's a cackle. He sounds like a hyena

Definitely has toned muscles. The most defined muscles of the group

Has ENORMOUS hands

Rough and calloused from weightlifting but the rest of him is fairly soft

Rougher face because he shaves, puberty hit him HARD

He's not pretty, he's hot

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south-of-heaven · 7 months

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Hey, can you write about reader (who's also a wrestler) forgetting damians birthday until rhea texts her and she gets sad and panicky and runs to a near target to get him a perfect gift and ends in him comforting her

Forgotten birthdays || Damian Priest x Reader

Summary: You forget about Damians birthday, now you feel incredibly guilty.

Your heart sank as you read Rhea's text message. It was Damian's birthday today, and you had completely forgotten amidst the whirlwind of work that had consumed your life for the past week. Panic surged through you as you realized how thoughtless you had been.

With your heart pounding, you managed to carve out a small window of time to remedy your forgetfulness. You quickly left the hotel room, muttering to yourself about how you couldn't believe you had forgotten something so important.

At the nearby Target, you rushed through the store, scanning the shelves for anything that might make a suitable birthday gift. You knew Damian deserved something special, especially after all the hard work he had been putting in. After a frantic search, you found something you hoped he would like, and you purchased it with a mix of relief and regret.

Back at the hotel, you took a deep breath before entering your shared room. You felt like you were about to face the consequences of a huge mistake.

Damian was already there, sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone when you walked in. His eyes flicked up when he heard the door open, and he was met with your guilty expression.

"Hey," you said, your voice sounding small.

Damian put his phone aside and looked at you with a hint of concern. "Is everything alright, mi amor? You look like you've seen a ghost."

You bit your lip and hesitated for a moment, then you revealed the Target bag from behind your back. "Damian, I...I forgot your birthday. I'm so, so sorry."

His expression softened, and he stood up, walking over to you. He took the bag from your hands and set it aside, then gently took you into his arms.

"Hey, it's okay," he reassured you, his voice soothing. "I know you've been working tirelessly lately. You've had a lot on your plate."

You buried your face in his chest, feeling a mix of relief and guilt. "But I wanted to make your birthday special. I didn't want to forget."

Damian hugged you tightly, his arms providing comfort. "Mi amor, the fact that you remembered and came back with something, even after a long day of work, means more to me than any gift. You are the best gift I could ever ask for."

You looked up at him, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm so lucky to have you."

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "And I'm the lucky one, trust me."

As you held each other close, you realized that, even in your busiest times, your connection with Damian remained strong. His understanding and love were the greatest gifts, and your forgetfulness was forgiven without a second thought.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #damian priest #damian priest x reader #the archer of infamy #archer of infamy #punishment martinez #the punisher #luis martinez

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puppiesandnightlock · 3 months

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LINK: A Robin's Song - Epilogue

A/N: i regret nothing >:)

Five Years Later

‘Deadline at 12:00 AM tonight, Kent.’ Jon fumbled with his keys, reading the email his boss had sent out and unlocking the door.

It opened to a small apartment, empty, with some photos spread around, and a framed Bachelor’s degree over the couch.

He dropped his briefcase on the kitchen counter, briefly tripping over a child’s toy. He sighed and picked up, setting it next to the briefcase.

The fridge was littered with pictures, a mix of hand drawn and printed ones. Jon stepped out, checking the clock on the wall before settling down on the couch. He had about an hour before he needed to go out again.

A sticky note was on his phone cover as he pulled it out and he played with it, briefly considering calling the number written on it. It was from some pink-haired guy in his chem lecture who’d given it to him a few hours ago.

He pulled it off and set it next to the picture frame holding a picture of his high school years, gaze lingering a bit too long on the figure next to him.

Where would he be now? Surely, if he had made it big, Jon would have heard his name somewhere.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of this train of thought. But, after all, who could forget their first true love?

The phone lit up with a notification, and he swiped up, eyes brightening as he clicked on the banner.

It took him to a Q&A livestream of ROBIN, the only good thing he could remember from his last semester of high school that wasn’t tainted by memories of her, or painfully sweet scenes with the other half of his childhood.

Robin had on an oddly familiar green knit sweater and his usual green domino, and was smiling as he answered a fan’s question, a voice modulator over his normal talking voice.

“The domino mask was originally for anonymity, although now it's more of a trademark. If I do end up going to a concert, I might reveal my real face to you guys. Thanks for the question!”

Jon’s brow was furrowed, something felt oddly out of place in a way none of it had before. Robin chatted about various new songs he’d released, and then gave a sneak peek to his new one, per the chat’s request.

“This one’s sort of a throwback to my first song, which I'm sure most of you know very well. It’s titled If Only You Knew, and it…it’s really close to my heart, for reasons I'm sure you understand.”

A message popped up in the chat, other people latching onto it and repeating it, the chat a chorus of “Tell us about Heather!”

The soft chuckle sounded painful on video, and Jon leaned into his phone curiously, wanting to know himself. This song had come out after he’d let his own unrequited feelings bleed out, covering them up with new feelings for someone who returned them, and he’d listened to it more then he’d like to admit.

The filters came off the video, including the voice modulator.

“If I'm telling this story, I'd like to tell it as myself. Not with Robin’s voice.”

Some unbridled feeling of shock and fear cause Jon to gasp aloud and drop his phone, the familiar voice, deeper now with a note of tiredness, washed over him, jolting him back to high school, back to middle school, back even to elementary and that little town he’d grown up in.

Long forgotten memories dug themselves up and flooded his brain without his consent, tears he hadn't realized he was shedding dripped from his chin as he shakily picked up the phone and stared at who he had thought was long gone from his life.

He zeroed back in as Robin’s, no, Damian’s voice recounted the journey of his music, the way every single song had come from a moment that he’d experienced, or that they’d experienced together.

It was like reliving the whole experience through eyes that weren’t his own, tears pooling on his cheeks.

“After we…After I screwed everything over, he moved. I remember chasing after the stupid moving van and calling and calling and calling until I finally realized he blocked me.”

On-screen, he turned around and removed the domino, wiping his eyes, before plastering it back on and turning to his camera.

“I was a mess, for a little while. I won’t get into details, but it was not a fun time. I got help and stuff, and well, you guys know the rest.”

The chat was overflowing with messages, but the one that caught Jon’s eye was one that said “Do you miss him?”

It was selfish but he turned up the volume, desperate for an answer. He wanted to know as much as the rest of the fans, biting his lip until a metallic taste filled his mouth.

On screen, Damian inhaled deeply, eyes shut and voice wobbling. “In answer to Haylia_1654's question…yes. I miss him very much, and to this day I wish everything had gone much differently.”

“He was one half of my childhood, and I know that he’s doing well, as his little brother stayed close with one of mine. I wish him nothing but happiness, wherever he is and whoever he’s with.”

Jon’s chest was tight, the air being sucked out of his lungs with every little inhale.

His vision blurred, and before he realized what he was doing, he was typing out words onto the screen and sending them into the live chat.

Under the little diamond ‘S’ he’d made when he was in middle school to match Damian's ‘R’, and the username Jon_Kent, were the words “I miss you too”.

Desperation filled him and he repeated the message several dozen times, watching and waiting for Damian to take notice.

On-screen, the boy was drinking from a water bottle, and Jon silently documented the exact moment his eyes landed on the message, water spat out onto the screen as his whited-out eyes moved from side to side, re-reading the messages until the rest of the frantic chat covered them up.

“Oh my God, oh my God, please, please, please-” A flash of green knocked the phone to the floor and the last the world saw of “Robin” that day were the black tennis shoes he was wearing, stream cutting off as the camera hit the floor.

Heart pounding in his chest, Jon clicked on the profile, finger hovering over the message button.

He had long ago unblocked Damian’s old number, only to find that it was no longer in service.

Logically, this was the only way that they could get in contact. And he wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to, wished for best friend back, the now-stranger who knew all his secrets.

He trembled in his seat, clicking the button and watching the words telling him he’d started a new DM with ROBIN_Offical.

Taking a deep breath, he typed out a short message, waiting for the response bubbles to come dancing across his screen.

Jon_Kent

Hey, D

Missed you.

ROBIN_Offical is typing…

#damian wayne #jondami #jon kent #a robin's song #jonathan kent #jonathan samuel kent #supersons #unrequited love #nothing too heavy this time #reverse robins #musician au #no capes au #batkids age reversal #a ROBIN mixtape

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specialinterestshows · 10 months

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The first half of the highly anticipated Damian Priest x Finn Balor smut, in light of their recent feuding.

Warnings for this section: blood, kink (biting, choking, literal fighting/wrestling for dominance)

Wrath (Part 1/2)

The anger hadn’t let up for weeks. Slight after slight had kept Finn Balor in a dark place lately. The more he was denied vengeance, recognition, respect - the more he thirsted for blood. It may have been Seth Rollins that had wound him up more than anything, but recent issues with Damian Priest were having the biggest impact. After all, he expected Seth to give him hell. But Damian’s behavior was just-

Childish. Damian huffed just thinking about it. Finn was being childish about the entire situation. All Damian wanted was for Finn to stop interrupting his matches and maybe pull his head out of his ass long enough be happy for him winning Money in the Bank. Had Finn forgotten they were supposed to be on the same team? Damian shook his head and decided the best way to deal with his frustrated energy was to direct it into something productive. Rounding the corner to the training room, Damian stops mid-stride as he notices someone already there.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Finn gives the punching bag he was pummeling one last jab upon looking up before wiping the sweat off his forehead. The last time the two were face-to-face, they had a shouting match that was never resolved. “Here to tell me off some more?”

Any inclination Damian may have had to try and be civil left at the sound of Finn’s bitter tone. “I was just here to get some reps in, but I would have. Every. Right. To do more than just tell you off,” he growled, slowly walking toward Finn, allowing his height to add to the intimidation behind his words.

Despite having to tilt his chin upward, Finn's glare never faltered. “I should let you try and fight me. Might humble you a bit, Señor,” the title was dripping with sarcasm.

Damian chuckled, “Actually, anyone I make my bitch calls me Papi, not Señor. But don’t feel bad” - his touch was unexpectedly gentle as he cupped Finn’s face with one hand - “you’ll learn.”

Finn’s anger mixed with something else at the touch of Damian’s hand, making him hesitate. Was he really enjoying the caress of someone who humiliated him? The thought was enough to make his anger uncontrollable and instinct took over.

Breaking free from Damian’s grasp, Finn put all his strength behind the fist he let fly at the other man’s jaw. His momentum fell flat against Damian’s hand, held up at just the right moment. Something in Damian’s sadistic grin told Finn his hesitation hadn’t gone unnoticed.

His suspicions are confirmed as Damian shoves him back against the wall, pinning his bare shoulders upon impact and kissing him roughly. Finn bites Damian’s lip hard and - determined not to remain on the defensive - manages to grab a handful of long, dark hair, pulling the taller man off him. Despite the fact that he was now bleeding from his lip, Damian was still grinning.

“Bastard,” Finn muttered, spitting off to the side as he walked around Damian, “You want nothing to do with me and now you can’t keep your hands off me?” - he punches the bag as he walks past it, heading in the direction of the training ring.

“Who said I wanted nothing to do with you?” Damian said casually, glancing at the blood he wiped off onto his hand.

The instant Damian looked down, Finn lept toward him and landed both feet squarely in the other man’s chest, knocking him down. Once his opponent was on the ground, Finn wasted no time pinning him - holding one leg up and putting his leg over the other.

As soon as he caught his breath, Damian started laughing, “Now how could I want nothing to do with you when you keep sweeping me off my feet like that?” he teased, laughing harder until he was pulled forward by his shirt, moaning as Finn sunk his teeth into his neck.

Damian grips Finn’s arm as his other hand touches Finn’s chest. Shifting his weight quickly, Damian turned Finn onto his back and slid the hand on his chest up to his throat, pulling his own throat away from Finn’s mouth.

“You look good on your back,” Damian breathes, taking in the sight of the man pinned underneath him. A moan escapes Finn’s lips as Damian - very obviously hard now - grinds against him and tightens the grip on his throat.

“Never heard you make a noise like that before,” Damian’s smile grows wider as he feels Finn start to get hard, “Ready to call me Papi?”

[end part 1 of 2]

Part 2 of 2: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/722331315644645376/wrath-part-22

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#wwe #the judgement day #finn balor #damian priest #damian priest x finn balor #finn balor x damian priest #wwe fanfiction #smut #specialinterestshows presents #kayfabe

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roobylavender · 3 months

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wait thats embarrassingjsvoejdfkjd i actually didnt confuse the two actors because they look alike (although they do i cant tell white people apart) its because i had been seeing BOTH bomer and guy-from-suits as fancasts for him. so sorry!

but like, i totally get what you mean, alot of these actors go to easily in one direction, whether its their fault or the script. I dont really agree with the praise pattis0n gets with his portrayal anymore because hes so like, emotionally obtuse it begins to stray from being sympathetic or understandable it just makes him look like hes a dickhead on purpose and the only thing it accomplishes is it serves to piss me off lmao. I do agree with you on affleck, hes probably the best we had so far. But i also think val kilmer did okay with. what he was given? if this were a ranking id put him in like second or third place imo

but on that hand, thats sort of why i adore the model they created for telltale batman. I know this is straying away from the discussion because its not like, a live action actor, but i love his face model. perfect mix of like someone who could be seen as a charming playboy, a doe-eyed lover and someone with his heart on his sleeve but also unassuming and stoic when needed. lol.

and that thing you mentioned about the decade long film concept sounds interesting but it doesnt sound like something superhero companies are willing to do. like that requires alot of planning, care and consideration and most of all time because they would be aging in real time. but companies need things done STAT because $$$$$. its a shame the new franchise is starting with damian because were yet again getting an older batman, i wouldve loved a movie about early years young bruce and dick. (and side note, i believe gunn had said he wanted him and supes to be similar in age, but he also wants damian robin? how does that work? what is he cooking oml)

i have a talia mutual who also swears by the val kilmer version so i will definitely try to watch it soon, you have me so intrigued! and omg when you say telltale batman do you mean troy baker. that's so strange for me to wrap my head around bc i know him as sam from uncharted but i've also never watched the telltale batman cutscenes so maybe i need to do that too 🧐 i feel like when i look at him i see oliver more but that might also be bc of the color of his hair and the mustachejgkjdflhdf

#and yeah i def agree about the decade long film concept it's like delusional fantasy but nonetheless i love it dearly in theory lol #also am with you on the gunn stuff i have no idea what he wants to accomplish and i'm scared lmao #outbox

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queenofthursday6599-blog · 4 months

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You know sometimes something will happen in fandom that feels not quite racist but still iffy and I never know if I should say something or ignore it because it never seems intended to be racist.

The not quite racist thing that inspired me to make this post is actually a crossover au.

Specifically the Paulina Sanchez (from Danny Phantom) and Damian Wayne (from DC Batman) are twins au.

Which feels vaguely racist because I feel like the root of the au is that Paulina and Damian have skin tones close to the same color, green(ish in Paulina's case) eyes, and black hair.

Even though Paulina is latina and Damian is a mix of middle eastern, chinese, and white.

And it's mainly the twin version of the Damian and Paulina are siblings au that gives me this discomfort, because it seems like most of the people who write for this AU don't mention race swapping as part of the AU.

So my brain automatically goes "Ah yes, these twin children, one who is all latina, and the other who is middle eastern/chinese/white, who came from the coupling of a white guy and a middle eastern/chinese woman."

They don't even bring up Mr. Sanchez, Paulina's doting single father. No he's essentially reduced to just some guy or completely absent in these aus by the nature of the twin AU.

Especially versions where Paulina is raised along side Damian in the League.

Even though they could do the race swapping and make it interesting. Having Paulina being ethically arabian/chinese/white but raised in latino culture due to her latino adoptive father is interesting.

Heck making Bruce a Latino who's completely disconnected from his culture due to his parents dying when he was a kid and then being raised completely outside of Latino culture, with one of his kids being far more connected to their latino roots is interesting.

But no one ever seems to go those routes.

It's why I vastly prefer the half-siblings version of this au.

Where even if Paulina's mom is Talia Al Ghul, her dad is still doting papa Sanchez, and not Bruce Wayne.

Damian was grown in an artificial womb to be perfected as the League's future leader (and Ra's future meat suit), while Paulina was grown in Talia's womb as part as a long term undercover mission that involved her developing a civilian identity and living as a civilian for a few years while gathering information.

She married Mr. Sanchez and had Paulina under a false identity, and then when it was time to go back to the League faked her death.

Ra's didn't really care about Paulina's existence due to her birth outside of the League, and her being the daughter of just some random guy as far as Ra's was concerned.

Like Nyssa's kids and grandkids. Decedents of his who aren't part of the League are irrelevant until proven otherwise useful in Ra's mind. He full on let all of Nyssa's decedents get murdered in the holocaust because he cared so little about them.

If they aren't part of the League he does not care they exist unless he can use them in some way.

So in conclusion while I don't actually think the Paulina Sanchez and Damian Wayne are twins crossover AU is actually racist, it does make me cringe a little because if feels a bit like someone went "these two light brown skinned characters look similar enough. Why not have them be twins" and then thought nothing more about it.

And I feel like I don't get this weird feeling with the AUs where Danny and Damian are twins or full blood siblings because it feels like most of them mention Danny being race swapped to the same ethnicity as Damian, even if he's also said to be white passing (though not all of the stories make him white passing).

Though I tend to feel this way about most AUs where two characters who are different races are made full biological siblings and race swapping is no where to be seen.

Half siblings I can deal with, especially if it's not a stretch or impossible for the character to be multiracial already, because we never see one of their bio-parents.

Exactly how it is with Paulina (you thought my ADHD ass lost the plot didn't you). We never see hide nor hair of Paulina's mother in canon, she's never even mentioned actually, and while Paulina is the spitting image of her father, I'd 100% buy Talia Al Ghul getting married and having a baby as part of some kind of long term information gathering mission, and that baby being Paulina Sanchez.

So yeah, that's why I prefer the Paulina and Damian are half-siblings through Talia AUs over Paulina and Damian are twins AUs.

Also, protective older half sister Paulina who though raised fully civilian can make grown men cry using just her words, teaches her adorable grumpy little brother the correct way to do eyeliner and that the humble nail file is the ideal secret weapon is all I need in life.

Like I need Talia's head bitch in charge energy to be genetic. None of this, Paulina spent her early life in the League of course she's so cutthroat, nonsense, no she's just born like that.

#So I have feelings about the Paulina and Damian are twins au #I don't seriously think anyone who writes for or enjoys this au is racist #but also this AU can give off the vibe of people seeing two not-white characters and going:#“Ah yes these two are similar enough shades of brown to be siblings”#even though they're completely different races and the vast majority of the time that just goes completely unaddressed #it also gives off a really weird vibe because it feels like I've never seen a Damian and Paulina are twins post where there is race swappin #but also not everyone needs to be related to Bruce #let Talia have relationships outside of him

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I was rereading the Timari 'Hide and Seek' story again and my brain thought up a small after idea. So Tim and Mari, after hiding in an impossible spot to reach (but they're hero/vigilante, it's easy for them), eating desserts and critiquing Gala outfits the two began to catch up, chatting about their work and lives. Both are lost in their own little world with each other. Meanwhile Dick is frantically looking for Tim cause Damian overheard a girl in the most hideous orange dress saying she was dating him and is currently being held back by Bruce whose ripping into the girl for saying such lies about his 13 year old son. Also Damian may or may not cut off a chunk of Lila's hair before Bruce got to him.

Extreme Hide and-Where are You?!

Disclaimer, both Mari, Tim, and the class are around 17-years-old. Mari and Tim met when they were about 5, and this is 12-years-later.

“Want to continue critiquing their outfits, then steal a bunch of treats? I know the perfect hiding spot.”

A glint of mischief and pure joy showed in both of their eyes as she nodded.

“Absolutely.”

“Alright then, we should grab some food while we’re here then we can go hide.”

Marinette nodded and grabbed a plate filling it with many different and tasty desserts, Tim going after the ones she couldn’t carry on her plate. Once the two were satisfied Tim grabbed her hand and pulled her away. Memories and the feeling of déjà vu filled her to the brim with childish excitement. An excitement she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

“Alright, we can hide out up there and I can promise you no one will ever know or find us.”

Marinette looked up to where his finger was pointing. It was a long, flat, horizontal beam that ran across the stage about 7 feet below the ceiling which meant that it was 39 feet above them.

“We’ll need to put the desserts into a bag or something first.”

Marinette said with a determined nod. Tim looked at her in shock for a split second, a bit surprised she’d be okay with the height and risk. Then he smirked after seeing the strong resolve to actually do it in her eyes. Tim had been up there many times before, so he knew it was safe, he was glad that she trusted him like this, even after all of that time.

“Alright, we’ll head to the kitchen first to get a few containers then we can climb up.”

“Right.”

And they did just that. Needless to say both were silently impressed and slightly skeptical at the ease that each had as they climbed up and jumped off of railings to finally get to the spot nobody would be able to see them from, but they could see everyone.

“Wow! Marinette whisper-yelled and pointed to a woman in a turquoise ball gown with hints of light gold and cream mixed together to form a very lovely design.

“She looks lovely! That’s such a good shade and it really matches her skin tone.”

Marinette said excitedly, her eyes roaming over it as if she were trying to memorize the design. ‘Just like when we were kids’, whispered a small voice in the back of Tim’s mind. Tim watched her and felt a warmth spread through his chest.

“Oh. My. Gosh. That is absolutely hideous!”

Marinette said in a disgusted and aghast manner. Tim followed her gaze and saw one of the socialite’s children dressed in a hideous green and purple suit.

“She gives the Riddler a run for his money.”

Tim replied as he glared at the suit and the child in it.

“I can’t believe they let their child come to this in that.”

“Honestly though.”

Marinette added her voice also disgusted.

“Hey Mari,”

“Yea?”

“Did you start that commission company you wanted for your designs?”

Tim asked curiously as he bit into a brownie. He had remembered younger her had declared that she would become the best designer out there, and by her keen eye it seemed she was still into fashion.

Marinette smirked and leaned back slightly giving off a casual and confident aura.

“Yes, in fact I already have clients too.”

“Is that so? You’ll have to tell me how to find you so I can order something from you. If the dress you’re wearing now says anything, I know I want to wear something made by you.”

A blush spread across her cheeks at the praise. She quickly cleared her throat and pulled something out of one of the pockets in her dress.

“Here’s my business card.”

Tim carefully took it from her hands, a gentle smile on his lips as he stared at the beautiful woman in front of him. When he looked at the card his eyes widened in shock,

“You’re MDC?!”

He practically squealed, his own face quickly flushing scarlet. Marinette turned to him in shock and nodded.

“You know about me?”

“Who doesn’t?! You’re the personal desire or both Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale. Not to mention you’ve worked with so many other celebrities and have even designed for some of the most famous fashion companies around the world! You’re amazing Marinette!”

Marinette’s was as red as a ripe tomato by the end of Tim’s rant. His own cheeks were flushed from embarrassment, but not as much as hers were.

“O-oh. Thank you. I’m glad you like my work.”

“Y-yea.”

There was a pause as both of them nibbled at the food before Marinette cleared her throat and asked,

“What about you? Are you running Drake Industries yet?”

Tim sighed and nodded,

“Yea, I’m also co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises as well.”

Marinette’s eyes widened in shock and turned to look at him.

“That’s a lot! How are you even able to do that?! I pick my own everything and I still struggle to get it all done! Now you’re running two businesses and have time to do things like this?!”

Tim yawned and stretched as he gave her a lazy smirk,

“Terrible eating and sleeping habits, lots of coffee, and a large overprotective friends and family that can’t mind their own business.”

Marinette nodded at that.

“Minus the overprotective friends and family part, I feel that.”

Tim raised a brow at that.

“What do you mean by that?”

Tim asked, rather confused. Surely she had a whole following of friends. She was so good and full of light there was no way she couldn’t.

“Well, my parents love me, I know they do because they are always there for me when I need them. But they are very busy with the bakery and just don’t have a lot of time to make sure I’m doing everything a healthy person should be doing. As for my friends…”

A sad and longing look shown through her eyes, a small frown placed on her lips,

“Well, needless to say all I was to then was a way to get free stuff. It’s better that they’re gone.”

Tim nodded, completely understanding what she meant. Slowly Tim placed his hand over hers, and held it lightly. Marinette quickly glanced at their intertwined hands then up at him.

“Well, I’m here now. And if we were friends when we were just kids, why can’t we still be friends now?”

Marinette smiled at that and gently squeezed his hand.

“Yea! We’ll be the best of friends.”

And one day, hopefully more. Both thought quietly to themselves, another blush covering both of their cheeks. The night went on, the two continued to talk and laugh and make fun of the people down below them. Stuck in their own little world they missed the commotion happening far below them.

“Tim!”

Dick frantically yelled into the crowd. If Tim was just ignoring him again he was going to get an earful about how it’s important to respond to make sure nothing happened to him again.

“Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne!”

Still nothing. Dick glanced back and watched as Bruce struggled to hold Damian back from pouncing on a lady in a terrible short orange dress. Her hair was a mess from when Damian had first got his hands on her, and one of her front ponytails was a jagged mess as Damian had cut it off with a table knife.

From what he could tell, the lady had been spreading lies and false information about Tim and herself dating. It wasn’t anything new, but apparently it was enough to set Damian off, which meant it must have been really bad. Bruce, while struggling to hold the little demon back, was lecturing the students about how it was wrong and the amount of trouble that she would get not only them, but herself in.

“What are you talking about Mr. Wayne! Lila would never lie about this!”

A girl in a torn up ball gown and ombré hair practically yelled as she hugged the liar, goodness could her sobs sound more fake, close to her chest in a protective embrace.

“Listen here you little harlot!”

Damian growled, still fighting Bruce’s hold.

“I may not like or pay much attention to Drake, but I refuse to let this harlot sully his and my family’s name. He would never date someone as fake as that-“

“That is enough Damian.”

Bruce commanded, quickly cutting off his son before he could add further insult.

“Now Miss Rossi, I want you to understand that if you continue to spread any more lies and slander I will be forced to take legal action.”

Everyone who knew of or at least had the chance to meet one of the Wayne’s lawyers felt a shiver run down their spine. They were some of the most ruthless people in the world, especially when it came to their jobs. But the children didn’t know of them, didn’t realize the power they held in a court room.

“You can’t threaten Lila! She has more connections than even you, and none of the people will be happy with how you’re treating her.”

The girl with glasses but back, a scowl on her face. Unfortunately she looked anything but intimidating, especially to Bruce. With a quick flick of his wrist Bruce Wayne replied,

“Aren’t these children just adorable!”

The crowd laughed and went back to their gossiping as Bruce made a subtle gesture for the security to take care of the two ladies who dared to slander his son’s name.

Dick found Jason laughing in a corner of the ballroom as he took a sip from what looked like a cup of whiskey as he put his phone away. He had obviously recorded the interaction.

“Jason, have you seen Tim anywhere?”

Jason took a long swig of his drink before he replied,

“And what if I did?”

Dick glared at him and crossed his arms,

“This is important Jason!”

“Why, it seems to me like the whole thing was resolved. Besides, the kid paid me to keep quiet when I saw them in the kitchen. You’ll have to give me something better for me to spill.”

‘Them?’ Dick thought to himself, he’d worry about that part later, for now.

“And what exactly did he give you?”

“A photo collection of sorts.”

Jason replied a little to smuggly. That could only mean that Tim gave him blackmail. Dang it.

“I’ll do your chores for a month.”

“Deal.”

With a quick shake Jason pointed to the upper ceiling of the stage.

“Kid and his friend went all the way up there. Tell him I said anything and I’ll make sure you won’t have any cereal for the next year.”

Dick nodded and quickly raced towards the stage, using his flexibility and time as a vigilante to get up there.

“So you’re telling me that because you put down a container you caused an orange to fall out of the fruit bowl and it tipped over everything on the counter?!”

Came Tim’s distant voice sounding very amused as he chuckled at the other voice which indignantly replied,

“Laugh all you want, but at least I never got caught on a gargoyle by my belt!”

“Now that’s not a fair comparison!”

“Of course it is!”

A moment of silence, then a burst of loud laughter. Dick hadn’t heard Tim laugh like that in a long time. It was honestly relieving. But, he had to make sure that Tim was okay and that nothing life threatening was happening or going to occur.

Once he was at the top both of them quickly turned to look at him. Tim looked very annoyed while the girl stared at him in shock.

“I thought you said no one would find us!”

The girl groaned in annoyance.

“I guess he got his comeback from last time.”

“Wait, what?”

“Don’t you remember Dick? We asked you to seek us out for a game of hide-and-seek and you couldn’t find us. I’m assuming Jason helped you find us up here.”

“What? No, I figured out you might be here by myself.”

They both rolled their eyes,

“Sure you did Dick. Either way, what do you need?”

“Well, there was a girl spreading rumors about dating you.”

Marinette sighed annoyedly and rolled her eyes.

“Lila can never keep her mouth shut, can she?”

“You mean that girl that you were telling me about earlier?”

Marinette crossed her arms, a small frown on her lips.

“Yep, she’s the one.”

“Hey, is she still down there?”

Tim asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Dick didn’t like that.

“No, Bruce had her and her friend removed from the premises.”

Tim and Marinette both shared a glance before they both broke out laughing.

“That’s too amazing. Please tell me you got it on video.”

Marinette weeded out in-between breaths. Dick didn’t understand what was happening or what was so funny, but he wanted to.

“I believe my brother Jason did.”

Tim gave a small nod.

“Excellent, I’ll get it from him later,”

“You’ll send it to me right?!”

Marinette asked excitedly, taking both of Tim’s hands into her own. Tim smirked at her, the mischievous twinkle never leaving his eye.

“But of course my dear. Only the finest for you.”

Tim said in a jokingly posh voice.

“Oh, what a gentleman.”

Marinette replied almost regally. The giggles came back and Dick smiled at the two of them. It was obvious that they had forgotten his existence, back in their own little world. Dick quickly and quietly climbed down without another word. Tim deserved to be happy like that, and goodness did he need a break from everything. So what if they stayed up there until even hours after the party was over. They were catching up, they were enjoying each other’s conversation, and most importantly, they were happy. So maybe Bruce was panicked about his son and how no one would tell him or help him find where he was. He showed back up eventually. And if he unusually disappeared for hours on end these last few weeks, then nobody needed to know that he got a girlfriend. At least, not yet.

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6 Inch

Part four of the Lemonade series.

In which Bruce feels what Y/N did

Word Count:0.9k

Warnings: Infidelity, cursing, angst

Six inch heels...

She walked in the club like nobody's business

Y/N felt twenty again. She was somewhere in the Mediterean partying with some prince. There weren't any cares in her mind. She didn't have to worry about how cold her empty bed would be.

Y/N never felt bad that Bruce was Batman. She could accept that but him going out of his way to find someone else. Someone who spent a long period of time trying to destroy what he was working for, that she couldn't forgive. She couldn't get past him throwing their twenty-something years of marriage down the drain.

Yet, he was upset with her. She hadn't cheated this entire time. Sure, she grinded on a guy and was photographed doing it but she didn't cheat. She didn't break a sacred vow. He did.

She's stacking money, money everywhere she goes,

Pesos out of Mexico

"Was that Y/N?" Bruce asked as he saw his son hang up his phone. Damian simply looked at his father before returning to his book.

"Yes," Damian responded quietly.

"Is she okay?" Bruce hadn't spoken to Y/N since she left. It wasn't that he didn't try, Y/N just didn't answer. To be fair, Bruce wouldn't answer his phone calls.

"Yes," Damian was mildly annoyed at this point. In his mind, Bruce took away the one sane person in this entire family. Which wouldn't be an unfair assessment of the situation.

"Are you upset with me?" Bruce asked lightly. The man had never been the best emotions. Especially, those of his teenage sons.

"Obviously," Damian had given up on reading his book. He set the book down and stared directly at his father.

"Are you going to tell me why?"

"Why do you have to ruin a perfectly good thing? You and Y/N were great together and you ruined it. I know couples are supposed to have ups and downs. I've gathered that but you purposely ruined everything." What hurt Bruce the most about this rant was the fact that Damian didn't yell. Bruce wasn't the one who taught Damian emotional stability, Y/N did. So he could only imagine what taking Y/N away felt like.

She mixing up that Ace with that Hennessy

She love the way it tastes, that's her recipe

"Months have gone by since Bruce Wayne was publicly outed for cheating on his wife, Y/N. She seems to be having a great time without him. We have photographs of her at a party with Ted Kord," Some random news anchor started.

"Alfred, please turn that off," Bruce grumbled. He had heard enough about Y/N and Ted Kord. Over the past two days, they were all the news, radio and magazines talked about. He deemed this to be worse than when his cheating scandal originally broke.

"You fucked up," Jason Todd said as he sat on the barstool next to his adoptive father. Pouring himself some cereal, he waited for Bruce to acknowledge what he said.

"Good morning, Jason," Bruce spoke while trying to eat his grapefruit in peace.

"If you guys get a divorce, can I stay with Ma?" Jason asked. He had a way of pushing Bruce's buttons in the nicest way.

"You're a grown adult," Bruce noted.

"And you cheated on your wife," Jason said before dashing off with his bowl of cereal. If Bruce was five years younger, he would've chased him across the manor.

Stars in her eyes

She fights for the power, keeping time

"Teddy, I don't know if I should be accepting all these gifts," Y/N had received another set of flowers from Ted Kord. In addition to flowers, Y/N received a Cartier bracelet. Y/N knew Ted from various business functions but she knew he had a thing for her.

"You deserve them. You look beautiful," Ted Kord had an attention to detail. He noticed how when Y/N didn't like something, her lip shook. Or when she lied, she'd play with the coils of her hair.

Bruce noticed these things at first as well. At first, it was to 'wow' her. Then it became a way to accuse her. He'd accuse her of cheating or keeping secrets. It took some time but they worked past. Now it seemed to Y/N that Bruce was only acting on his own guilt.

"Thank you." Y/N simply kissed the man on his cheek. She wouldn't go further until she knew what was happening with Bruce. For now, she'd enjoy this.

She too smart to crave material things

She pushing herself day and night

Bruce understood that Y/N was angry. He understood why she was angry. However, it wasn't until he lied in his cold bed that he truly felt what she did. The immense loneliness that's created by an empty California king bed was something that Bruce wasn't used to. Or rather something he had forgotten.

In his years married to Y/N, he rarely came home to a cold bed. She was always there for him. She'd always leave his lamp light on. Walking into their bedroom tonight, he saw that there was no lamp light. There was no smell of cocoa butter. There was no Y/N.

The rumors circulating about Y/N and Ted Kord made Bruce jealous. Bruce didn't do jealousy or so he thought. What he did to Y/N was in secret. She was forced to find out through secret-keeping.

He felt guilty. Through this entire ordeal, he hadn't felt guilty yet. But now, he felt consumed by it. He was the reason Damian was upset. He was the reason Y/N left.

Oh, gonna make you feel

You always come back to me

"Y/N?"

"I think we should talk."

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