#Damian feels guilty about his brothers demise

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #110

Damian missed his brother of course but life went on. His classmates were beneath him but somehow him and Jon were invited to a sleepover anyways, he wanted to decline but Jon seemed really excited so Damian decided to stay. Of course nothing could have prepared them for one of their classmates to bring out an Ouija board. Damian didn’t want to mess with the board, he heard enough warnings from Constantine about messing with spirits, but he couldn’t help but wish the spirit they were contacting was his brother.

Danny could tell when someone was trying to contact him through a spirit board, of course he never used one himself. As the King he didn’t feel he really needed to respond but this time he decided why not and he is so glad he did. He was going to haunt his brother for the hell of it.

[dairy-farmer]

but a AU where you have tim distracting everyone with his prettyness. batfam and JLA because its hotter than the burning of a thousand suns

one trait i LOVE writing my favorite characters having is them being pretty!!!!!!!!!! like, it's not sexiness or hotness that is a high honor-it's prettiness. prettiness is approachable without being intimidating <333

tim has such soft, delicate features. his face is just so nice to look at and even when he has a domino or cowl on people see his plump, naturally pink lips. despite this common idea that tim has horrible hygeine and can't take care of himself- but i just don't believe that. tim is so strict about everything about himself from his diet to his work and cases, his personal hygeine would be the same!! him smelling so nice and powdery. he smells like baby soap, like johnson and johnson because he literally never transitioned to using other soaps. he hates their strong scent and his soap is nice and delicate.

whenever anyone smells it they know that he is nearby, and he's so small. vigilantes as a general rule are pretty tall and bulky but tim is of the minority where he's exceptionally slim and short(er) compared to the rest of the community. it makes tugging him into a one-armed hug or picking up by the waist so easy.

its the illusion of being able to overpower him that really gets to them even though tim can just as easily hold his own against most people. sure he's not the fastest, the strongest, or even the best martial artist. but he's crafty, he's sneaky, he's incredibly persist, has a near godlike stamina, and he has a brain for misleading people and making them walk to their own demise. tim may not be able to match people on physical levels but given enough time, he's almost guaranteed to out last them.

people pay close attention when tim speaks, not just because he always has something important to say, but because they way his mouth moves is so distracting.

there is so much guilt attached to sexualizing or fantasizing about tim. among vigilantes there's a bit of a blurred line when it comes to age. if you can trust the person beside you to have your back in a fight or patch you up after a bad battle, it's kind of hard to not develop an attatchment. so age isn't really as big of a deal among them, dating a 16 year old civilian rings alarm bells but another cape? well, they've been exposed to so much and been through the same trials as older vigilantes, to reject them out of of hand or push them back because of their age is a bit disrespectful and condescending.

but tim's age isn't why people feel guilty. it's just....it's how he looks. tim is a 16 year old who has a prominent babyface. he looks like he's 12, like he should be in middschool. he's grown older, taller, more muscular than when he was robin. he's changed his hair cut and style a handful of times as well but that face- that face with soft cheeks, a gentle slope of his jaw, a little button nose.

he was devastatingly cute when he came onto the scene and that hadn't changed in the years he's been present. it's easy to mix up that pink cheeked kid with this aged vigilante in front of them.

so much of tim contradicts what he is. the pretty face, delicate looking body, soft little ass. the way he dresses in clothes that belong to his brothers and hangs off him loosely. he looks like a little kid playing dress up.

batman is protective over him. moreso than his other sons because when new heroes come onto the scene and see tim, they can't help themselves. they teasingly pinch his sides and tug on his hair, they trap him into corners with their much bigger bodies because every bit of tim just screams 'eat me' 'drink me' 'gobble me up' 'fuck me'.

tim's brothers are much the same way, even damian. which is a sight because tim is both taller and older yet still mistaken as the younger brother because although damian is physically smaller he's threatening in a way only adults are.

but tim. tim has a disarming smile, a gentle look to him that makes him easy to appreciate. it's easy to be distracted by him, to let your eyes follow when he walks by.

he's just so pretty.

[otpnessmess]

Daminette December Day 5: “Fire”

Guess who decided to completely forgo studying to write instead :D For those who asked for more backstory on Day 2, here it is! It can still be read on its own, however. There’s also mention of a car crash near the middle, nothing long or explicit but I’d rather be safe than sorry. Now, enjoy!

Ao3 - Masterlist

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Marinette had always loved fire. Dangerous as it was, what with being able to consume entire rooms in seconds or entire forests in very few hours when it wasn’t controlled, it brought good memories to her. 

When she was a child, her parents used to take her camping during the summer holidays. They would close down the bakery for a week and camp out in the countryside. She would help her papa collect materials to make a campfire, making a circle with rocks, and piling the logs, sticks, and pinecones they had found in the middle of it. Her favorite part was always seeing it lit up. The blue and orange flames hypnotized her, the crackling sound of burning wood lulling her into a calm state. After they finished setting it up, the three of them would sit in front of it at night and sing happily, her dad occasionally adding more wood. They did that until it was time to have dinner or go to bed.

Marinette had fond memories of those times. 

She also associated fire with the smell of home. The giant oven where her parents cooked the bread every morning made its wonderful smell spread throughout the whole building, and she loved it when they let her look at it while it was being cooked. The little girl simply found herself drawn in by the intricate patterns of the fire, even if trying to commit them to memory was futile, as they kept disappearing into thin air before she could. 

One of the first dresses she had designed, when she was 12 years old, had been a homage to this particular aspect of her childhood. A beautiful gown with several tulle layers that tried to emulate the color range of the flames. Reds and oranges and yellows with very delicate touches of blue made up the skirt, while the top was a deep red corset with an asymmetric neckline. Young Mari had been very proud, and had made that dress as soon as she had been able to save up money to buy the materials she needed.

These were some of the main reasons why Marinette liked fire so much. 

But it’s well known that an innumerable amount of good can always meet its demise in the hands of one single bad thing. 

No matter how many compliments you receive on your outfit for the day, the one mean comment from that person that doesn’t like you will be the one to stick with you.

You can do several good deeds and favors to people. They will always resent the one time you couldn’t help them.

No matter how many good memories you associate with something, how pure the feelings you attach to it are. One bad experience will bring it crashing down.

And crash it did.

The smell of singed flesh and smoke was making Marinette dizzy. She couldn’t see anything but she could hear screams and calls for help. Was that her maman? She wasn’t able to tell. Where was her papa? He had been driving when a car derailed from the next lane over, colliding straight into the side of their car where Marinette was leaning against the window. 

Her body was screaming at her to move, to get away from the intense heat surrounding her, yet it hadn’t been able to. 

Mari thought she could hear someone calling for her, telling her to hang in there. She was trying her best, but the smoke was filling her lungs and she could feel the agonizing pain from her burnt skin. Turned out, trying her best wasn’t nearly enough, and the girl lost consciousness not long after.

Only to immediately wake up again with a scream.

Breathing heavily she tried to move her hands around to check where she was and started panicking a little when she couldn’t. She noticed something was holding her down and tried to squirm her way out of it.

“Shh, Angel. It’s okay, it’s just me.”

That voice made Marinette quickly snap back to reality. The something now felt like two very familiar strong arms, and they were gently holding her close in a tight hug.

“Damian…” She finally breathed out and relaxed against him, letting the warmth of his body seep into hers. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t matter. It’s only 2, and you know I wouldn’t let you wake up from one of those nightmares alone.” Her boyfriend was trying to soothe her by running his fingers through his hair. “Was it the same one again?”

Marinette weakly nodded, still burrowing her face on his chest. Her little birdie smelled like home, a mix of his cologne and the baked treats Mari gifted him with every day. She knew she was safe with him.

Damian hated seeing his love like this, terrified and curled in on herself. It made him feel small and useless. Even if living together now let him be there for her every night, helping her settle back down and fall asleep again, he was powerless against the nightmares. They would keep on coming no matter what they tried to do. Provided, they had become much less frequent after she had agreed to start seeing a therapist (she had smacked him with a wooden spoon when he tried suggesting it that way, perhaps he shouldn’t have snickered), but they hadn’t been completely eradicated.

“Stop that. " Marinette could almost hear all of his thoughts spiraling down, as they always did whenever something happened that he couldn't fix. She felt slightly guilty about making her boyfriend so worried, but at least it wasn't as bad as it once was. Damian's reassurances that he didn't mind staying up with her whenever those awful dreams of hers didn't allow her to fall back asleep had managed to diminish the urges to bottle it up so she wouldn't bother him. 

Mari carefully cupped his face and used her fingers to ease the lines on his face. "If you keep frowning like that you'll get so many wrinkles before you're 25, birdy. It's not worth it."

"I was frowning 24/7 by the time I was 10, Angel. It's a little bit late for that." He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist, burrowing them further under the covers. Marinette had yet to let go of his face, but he knew what she was trying to do and closed his eyes. "Like what you see, Nette?"

As he received a rewarding giggle, the man felt himself completely relax under her delicate fingertips, her hands tracing the lines of his face in adoration. Mari would do this all the time after she found out it calmed him down. 

"Actually yes, even if my eyes have never been able to see you, my hands know you well. You know you're beautiful, mon petit oiseau. Have I not told you that enough?" She ran her fingers delicately over his lips before stealing a sweet kiss. "I love you Dami."

Marinette was aware that uttering those magic words usually made Damian forget about everything else and just focus on fighting her over who could give the other more affection. Lo and behold, this led to a war of kisses that had them rolling around in bed laughing. His favorite spot to leave kisses had always been her neck, and he enjoyed teasing her way too much. 

"That tickles! Ahhh, stop!" The giggles and whines echoed off the walls of their shared bedroom and Damian relented and let her go. Though not before kissing her once again on those lovely pink lips of hers. 

"Aww, you're no fun, Angel." He settled back under the covers while stroking her hair. 

"Don't think I forgot about what happened the last time you had too much fun, mister, Chloé said my neck looked like a murder scene and laughed for an hour before helping me fix it." 

"That wasn't my fault, You looked too beautiful and I couldn't resist." He pouted more out of habit than anything. Around the time they had started to become close, he had unknowingly started to mimic Marinette's expressions, at least until one of his brothers pointed it out, and now it just stuck with him. 

"Sure you were, you giant baby. I don't understand how anyone could think you're dangerous, you're a softie." 

Well, in all truth, she did know how. One of the reasons she loved it when they were alone was because he was so carefree then, he didn't have to cater to any kind of reputation. Damian didn't need to be Talia Al Ghul's son, or Bruce Wayne's son, or even Robin. He was just Damian. A guy a little bit rough around the edges, but devoted to Marinette in every way. Just as she was to him. 

"Only for you, Nette. Only for you."

Long forgotten were the nightmares and the fire in Marinette's mind, and as she snuggled closer to Damian's chest, letting his heartbeat lull her back to a (hopefully) peaceful sleep, the last thing she heard was a soft "I love you too Habibti. Always."

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That’s it for day 5! Thank you for reading, and let me know what you thought of it! Also, I love all of your lovely comments and I cannot express how happy they make me. Love you all <3

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