#Malik Roth Al Ghul

[zorilleerrant]

Guidelines for requesting a fic from me (this doesn't include nearly all the fandoms I'm comfortable working in and I'll update it as people ask me about other fandoms):

Batman and Batfam

I'll write for anyone (and I do) but of the characters people are less likely to ask me about, my favorites:

Terry McGinnis

Bao Pham

Cass Cain

Claire Clover

Luke Fox

My favorite minor characters:

Maps Mizoguchi

Diego Perez and the Bat Pack

Victoria October

Deb Donovan

Grace O'Halloran

Blade Sommer

Flamingo

Mara Al Ghul

Van Wayne

Lance Bruner

Helena Kyle (Huntress)

Kyle Selinas_450

Li'l Kitten

Evan Blake (Wolfspider)

White Mercy

My favorite ships to write/chat about:

Cass Cain/Xanthe Zhou

Dick Grayson/Garth(/Donna Troy)

Dick Grayson/Jimmy Olsen

Dick Grayson/David Sikela

Ric Grayson/Bea Bennett

Tim Drake/Bernard Dowd

Bruce Wayne/Lex Luthor

Bruce Wayne/Khoa Khan

Bruce Wayne/Black Adam

Babs Gordon/Helena Kyle

Mary Hamilton/Poison Ivy

Diego Perez/Merissa Cooper/Lucas LaPorte

Blade Sommer/Max Gibson

Cass Cain/Steph Brown

Tim Drake/Ulysses Hadrian Armstrong

Steph Brown/Kyle Mizoguchi

My favorite gen relationships:

Bruce Wayne & any of his kids

Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne

Van Wayne & Kate Kane

Beth Kane & Kate Kane (& Mary Hamilton)

Dick Grayson & Barbara Gordon

Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne

Dick Grayson & (Will) Grayson

Dick Grayson & Lance Bruner

Dick Grayson & Zitka

Cass Cain & Steph Brown & Tim Drake

Damian Wayne & Jon-el Kent

Damian Wayne & Mara Al Ghul

Terry McGinnis & Max Gibson

Jason Todd & Terry McGinnis

Cass Cain & Lady Shiva (only wooby sorry)

Maps Mizoguchi & Kyle Mizoguchi

Cass Cain & Mr. Dhaliwal

Diego Perez & Merissa Cooper & Lucas LaPorte

Harley Quinn & Eddie Nygma

Harley Quinn & Amanda Waller

Bruce Wayne & Oliver Queen

Jason Todd & Tyler

Tim Drake & Detective Williams

Cass Cain & Xanthe Zhou

Poison Ivy & White Mercy (& whoever Ivy is dating)

Dick Grayson & Vic Stone & Gar Logan & Raven Roth & Starfire

Dick Grayson & Waylon Jones

any and all pets or animal sidekicks

Other Mainline DC

Favorite characters:

Marcus Shugel-Shen

Xanthe Zhou

Booster Gold

Gary Green

Malik White

Peacemaker

Artemis Crock

Amanda Waller

Favorite ships:

Laura Shugel-Shen/Winston Shugel-Shen

M. Mallah/The Brain

Booster Gold/Ted Kord

Skeets/Buggles

Gary Green/Casey MCU

Captain Cold/Heatwave

Vic Stone/Gar Logan

Zari Tazari

Felicity Smoak/Chloe Sullivan

Favorite gen relationships:

Marcus Shugel-Shen & his parents

Marcus Shugel-Shen & the Ultra-Humanite

Marcus Shugel-Shen & Billy Batson

The Legends Crew

Xanthe Zhou & John Constantine

Black Adam & Malik White

Uncle Leek & Lay-lay

Peacemaker & Adebayo

Peacemaker & Red Bee

Artemis Crock & her parents

Vixen & Bumblebee (& Beast Boy)

Clarion & Teekl

Non-Mainline DC

Favorite characters:

John Constantine

Virgil Hawkins

Tim Hunter

Lainie Belloc

Death of the Endless

Favorite ships:

Virgil Hawkins/Richie Foley

Lainie Belloc/Mona Doyle

Lucifer/Maze

Favorite gen relationships

John Constantine & his family

John Constantine & Chas Chandler

John Constantine & Tim Hunter

Lucifer & Lainie Belloc

Lainie Belloc & Cal

Death & any character who canonically died

Other Fandoms I'm Thinking About Right Now

Murderbot Diaries

Only Murders in the Building

Avenue 5

Cookie Run: Kingdom

my original stuff but I don't know if you can follow that

I'm open to pretty much anything, but I'll let you know if you hit on a NoTP or a squick or something, or if I don't know the fandom. This list will change as I think of different things or my interests change, but you're still welcome to ask me about any of it. Or anything else I've written about. Or haven't written about.

Lately I've been writing 1-2k in response to ideas usually. I'm trying to get myself to write drabbles and flashes but it's not working so likely if you ask you'll get something fairly long.

Anyone's welcome to ask for a fic even if we've never interacted before. Both specific and general prompts are welcome, and I like writing Gen content of all kinds as well as ship content, character studies, and worldbuilding.

You're also welcome to just ask me questions about my fandoms (or my original fiction).

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Experiment drawing Casimir Wayne War horsemen mode and with special guess, Malik Roth al ghul, @deep-in-mind67 damirae child 😆😆 you don’t want to mess with them at this time 🙈🙈🙈

[middleinthenight21]

With the heart in his hands

Credits and dedicated to @deep-in-mind67  Thank you for your art and Malik! I hope you like it and @ravenfan1242 so beautiful and kind. 

Stay safe and fight for justice. 

He had heard stories about fatherhood, men looking with love at their children, feeling that they had gained a precious treasure, could change their lives forever. They promised that they would protect them, it was like a roar inside, something beautiful and unexpected and they would never be the same again. It marked a before and after.

Damian never had that. His mother was a murderer, a cold-eyed woman who was used to every day being a struggle. A part of him assumed that she had loved him in a twisted and dominant way. She loved him the same way you treat a valuable object, she worried when he strayed from the path they had carved out for his life, and his grandfather was a man who put himself in a high position, always forcing him to look up and disguising his dominance and control under discourses on belonging and devotion. Damian thought it was the best he had and if he ever faced the world it would be for Ra's Al Ghul, they both left him at some point in his childhood. Then, his father came, who is someone who dedicated his life to a city consumed by crime and corruption, lived in an eternal search for justice that consumed everything around him, including his own family. thought it was the best he had and if he ever faced the world it would be for Ra's Al Ghul, they both left him at some point in his childhood. Then, his father came, who is someone who dedicated his life to a city consumed by crime and corruption, lived in an eternal search for justice that consumed everything around him, including his own family. Bruce Wayne watches him with love and earns his appreciation, but he will never be his top priority, just as he was not for Talia and Ra’s Al Ghul.

He has never complained about his life. Complaining and lamenting is for the weak, and Damian Wayne would never be either, but he wants to have better references for his son, so he could hold him in his arms without feeling like an idiot.

Damian can maneuver all the weapons in the world, assemble and destroy any object using only his intellect, but his three-week-old baby was different.

He had been gone for two weeks. Just over five days after the birth of his son, as he had to train the new killers for the league, which involved intensive preparation before the new recruits joined the League of the Assassins and he trusted no one but himself, but that had separated him from his family. Two weeks might not be long, yet it was long enough for his son not to recognize him.

Damian knew it, but Raven insisted there were other reasons why he cried when he got close. Still amazed at her ability to do her homework and tend to their son, Raven is caring and dedicated, in a way that makes him envy her and wonder what would have happened if she stayed instead of attending to her duties as head of the League of Assassins.

Looking out the window, the snow falls, and that morning in the Himalayas the wind sounds like the roar of an angry leopard. Damian had had a quiet night. Since it was Raven who took care of the baby by letting him sleep after he appeared last night acknowledging his tiredness, secretly thanking her, since he would not know how to recognize the requests of his son.

He is sitting on the bed drinking tea with a slice of lemon and brown sugar, it is a family drink, but the situation is different. He would be missing fingers to count the times he has had tea looking at the landscape with Raven at his side. They would simply lean against each other in silence, he would be full of secrets and confessions. He had never felt that way with another person, but the space between the two now a new person fills it.

Titus sleeps near the fireplace. Alfred the cat who had been adopted a few months ago was lying a few meters from them, curled up with green eyes fixed on the couple and the baby, as if watching them.

The room is warm, the fireplace is lit with a low fire and looks like an island of warmth in the middle of winter. There is an intricately patterned rug in gold tones that they had chosen together a few years ago, and the bed was comfortable with no exorbitant luxuries. Different from what the Demon Head would be thought to have, but this room in Nanda Parbat was a corner of privacy; no one would disturb them here. There are little memories imprinted on these four walls, secret moments and reminiscent of the engagement ring that they keep in a drawer that they never used. They don't need it, they don't have to wait for white dresses, bouquets and altars.

I don't want a ceremony. Raven had confessed after his proposal and had felt the disappointment and pain hit her face as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown at her refusal. My father played the ceremonies with my mother and ended in evil. I don't need a ceremony, protocol and jewelry, just ... need you, Damian Wayne.

Damian had understood her, her reasons were clear and for a person like Raven with a tragic past involving rituals and ceremonies it was easy to understand her rejection of marriage, it was not a refusal to be together. It was at that moment when the lights were off, her eyes were illuminated by the faint moonlight that appeared from the window and he analyzed the features of his girlfriend and realized that they did not require names or labels. The curtains rose and the room was dark as night lit up, like a new dawn and he swore no one would make him feel this way.

Peril of hope, resonates in his head, but it is only the name of a poem, since this is very real and he would share his entire life with her. It is not an illusion, it is not a promise that was taken by a glow that would change the world, this is their future. They could be two stars that orbit around each other, finding some point in their lives.

There are more hopeless futures.

Damian had lived his entire life with third-party plans for his life. Promising that they would bring out the best for him and put out all his thoughts of having an everyday life. He accepted it and raised his head, like a winner, but everything that surrounded Raven was soft and his life was imprinted with small moments in which he was surprised of himself, of the words that come out of his mouth when they are talking and of the actions that he dedicates. He had become accustomed to being with Raven, now he needs to learn to take care of their child.

Damian wants to be a better father.

"You know I'm empathetic, right?"

Observes his girlfriend. His eyes are fixed on his son, the baby is lying on the bed, on top of a small cloth in a pastel tone and he is amazed at how small he is. He is wearing bluish clothes, a miniature hat that drops dark strands like the tar, his skin is of a golden tone very similar to his; He would like to see aspects of Raven, but he looks a lot like him.

It is puzzling.

Looking at his son leaves him stunned. He can't take his eyes off each time he meets him and wonders how he could conceive of something so beautiful, innocent and pure; It makes him feel like a dirty person when he touches him, because he has taken lives. His life was full of authoritarian figures, how could he be what he deserves?

"I can feel your emotions, Damian Wayne," Raven reminds him. She leans towards the baby; he watches him move his little hands. Squeezes her little finger, holding on as if his life depended on it, and it seems like such an alien scene, he feels like a spy. She makes it look so easy. "It's not easy for me either", she whispers, and Damian is surprised. "Some days I think I won't be able to, that I'm not enough for someone who watches me with so much love and devotion and a person like me doesn't deserve a family" Raven adjusts her clothes. Even if he doesn't need her and the baby moans, but he is silent when he hears her voice and watches her with his eyes wide open, as if something about his mother's face had surprised him greatly "but I have him".

He remains silent.

"I was born with a purpose. It would be a door to destroy worlds. There was no other future for me, and my mother sometimes observed me as a stranger realizing my powers… You know my relationship with my father" She looked away. The baby grimaced and clenched his hands into two perfect fists as if the mention of his maternal grandfather would displease him. She ran her fingers over his palms, relaxing her son's hands, just like she did when she thought he needed to relax. "I feared for many things, but not for this. Not from Malik. "

The name echoed in his head and its meaning could not fit better, his son could be the king of their hearts. Damian had inadvertently given him a part of his heart ever since he learned of his existence.

Raven strokes Malik's small foot covered in a woolen sock "You're afraid".

He crossed his arms. One part yelled at him that this was not the case, but it was no use arguing because it is the truth.

Instinctively he moved to be by her side as if to demonstrate with actions that this was not the case, but it was useless because as soon as his son saw him, he began to complain and his mouth twisted into a grimace that threatened to cry.

He was about to get up and leave, in order not to disturb his baby. All his theories about what he considered a stranger were confirmed, but Raven stopped him with a glance and he remained in his place on the bed as if supported by a rope on the edge of the precipice.

He clenched his fists on the blanket covering the bed and watched as she carried Malik who was crying. The boy twisted in her arms and continued to complain, but now he was silent because he was being breastfed.

Alfred the cat yawns and turns his back on them, falling into a deep sleep.

Damian grimaces, wants to be more helpful and not just sit around not knowing what to do. He brushes her hair away so that she could breastfeed more comfortably. Stroking her shoulders with a massage, and Raven sighs intently at her son when he decides he's had enough.

Malik is looking at him now.

"Hold him" He almost protested, but by then she had already put him in his arms.

His eyes fell on Malik, the baby was looking at him with a frown and he wonders how someone so small can do such a thing. His eyebrows are black and thick, it seems that he was analyzing him, checking if they had a similarity or not.

He's light, barely weighs in his arms, and let’s Raven guide his hands holding his head and back. His hands are big compared to his baby, he was full of calluses and he is afraid to break him from the pressure, he seems fragile and is so small ...

"Just relax".

He lets out a breath, and she abandons him completely, but is looking at him.

Malik is still frowning. For the first time in weeks they look into each other's eyes. His son has green eyes with purple specks, as if two jewels had fused inside his iris and he is giving it different meanings, he invents theories and processes.

This is a different kind of love, one that almost filled his eyes with tears and would travel the world if this being asked him, but he also feels impure, not worthy of his son.

He doesn't deserve it.

"He looks like you," Damian says, wanting to break the order of his thoughts. He concentrates on his slightly bluish hair, it catches the light and turns it into a bluish glow, he wants to think that something so beautiful belongs to Raven and not to him. "He has your features."

She lets out a snort that sounds like tongue-in-cheek laughter, gently runs a hand down the baby's chubby cheek and he tries to capture his fingers to hold on to them.

"You are kidding, right?" Damian does not stop observing the face of his son, but he is listening to her. Trying to find places that belonged to Raven, the shape of the eyes, the subtly upturned nose and the way she clung to someone. "He looks like you", Raven leans closer and leans her head against his shoulder. "Malik has your features and expressions, he frowns just like you, he clenches his fingers into a fist when he feels threatened, he usually growls when he is irritated. He is serious and he has your temperament", she enumerates" Someone help us", she jokes.

Damian smiles to himself, tries to find everything she had said about their baby.

He has his eyes, the elongated shape marked by the lashes is his. Damian recognizes the tan tone of his skin, the eyebrows widened in the middle and he almost seems to see traits of his father that have touched Malik. See’s how his lips twist into a grimace, he has a small mouth and with each babble a dimple is marked on his right cheek.

Raven has no dimples.

How can someone like him make something so beautiful?

"This is our life now." She kisses him on the chin, he almost leans towards the touch of her lips and wonders how he has been able to deprive himself of this for two weeks, he would never have enough. "We can do it" He smiles at her. "Even if we are wrong, we always try to make the best of each other".

His mouth drops open as he watches Malik yawn and close his eyes in his arms preparing to sleep. He fights against unconsciousness as if he doesn't want to miss this moment and almost rolls his eyes with grace to see how he insists on staying awake.

"You have to sleep" he whispers to him. His voice is in a tone that he never hoped to ever use, different from the voices of the authority figures who had ruled his life, it is charged with sweetness and brotherly love. He guides one of his fingers towards his small hands, he clings to his index finger and is strong "You must have had a long day".

Raven smiles placing a kiss on his shoulder.

"A tired day for a three-week-old baby."

He rolls his eyes, prefers to focus on his son who opens his eyes every time they are talking and babbles, as if he wants to participate in the conversation.

"You have to go to sleep, Malik."

The baby closes his eyes, allowing himself to be overcome by sleep, a thread of saliva comes out of his mouth and he smiles. Raven wipes the saliva with a piece of cloth and is laughing.

"I can't believe he has that about you, too."

"What?"

"You also drool when you sleep. Don't worry, I haven't told anyone. "

 "Intelligent" he murmurs.

He gathers his son in his arms, he sleeps with his head resting against his shoulder and feels his breath against his neck. It reminds of someone.

"You do this."

Raven raises an eyebrow as she folds Malik's clothes down onto a piece of furniture. "What?" She asks absentmindedly.

He clears his throat "You hide your head on my neck when we are sleeping, Malik does the same".

A smile appears on Raven's lips and she feels that she is complete.

In his past he never imagined that he would have a partner. That he would be willing to wait for her and give in, fight against the whole world for Raven. He always thought that love is an idea in collective thought, it was a deal, that if he were with someone it would be to get resources or benefits of any kind. He thought that if he had children it would be so that his bloodline would remain.

Here he is years later wanting to share his life with someone beyond contracts. Wanting to burn formalities in front of institutions and authorities, accepting this force of gravity in the form of a person that she was, holding his son in his arms vowing to protect him and would do anything to keep a smile on his child's lips like a deity promise.

"We've had so many wounds and scars," Raven whispers. Their eyes are fixed on Malik and both join their hands, intertwining their fingers. "Sometimes I feel like I will open my eyes and it will be a disaster again."

Damian says nothing but understands her. He feels the same way.

He watches his son, who is sleeping, hiding his face in his neck. His breathing is the flapping of the wings of a bird. He is so small and fragile, his chest rises and he does think that in his life he has performed acts that he has never thought about doing much more now, he leans forward and places a kiss on his forehead. Presses his lips on his forehead, feels how he relaxes in his gesture and finds himself smiling.

Maybe he would live his whole life thinking he didn't deserve this, but he's willing to explore that kind of love that couldn't hurt and makes him feel like a better person. One who would build a family and swears he won't see the same thing that marked him, in his infancy. His Malik, his child in his arms, paints his future in green and purple, just like his eyes.

Raven leans in, sighs against his shoulder and wishes she was nowhere else but here.

[whereflowersbloom]

Picking a name.

This is for @deep-in-mind67 because I’m in love with Malik 😭😭😭😭

Damian was entirely worn out, both , physically and mentally. He was finally back home from a week long mission with the League. The minute he got home he cooked a proper meal for his wife. He didn’t approve of the idea of her eating take-out when he was away. The last appointment Cyborg had mentioned it was specially important during the second trimester for the mother to eat foods rich in calcium and magnesium among other vitamins. He made a mental note to memorize those later. It was vital for their child’s development. It was such a strange thought he already had wrinkled and veins, his fingers and toe nails were visible at this point. He had eyes. Even if he was tired dealing with Wayne Enterprises business, patrolling and missions, he made sure to do his homework as a future father. But Damian half awake, tried to block the sound of the outside world, the cars and people below, the birds already chirping, announcing the beginning of the day. The city was alive this Saturday morning. Thankfully, Titus was quiet, guarding the door. He’d have to feed him eventually though. Usually he’d be at the Tower, helping train the new recruits, or patrolling with Tim and Jon. Tsk. He didn’t want to think about Tim’s sarcastic comments about the Demon Boy trying hard to become father of the year. Jon couldn’t keep his mouth shut, blurting all kind of ideas about things he wanted to teach his nephew. He was a little disappointed when they let him know his ‘niece’ was actually a ‘nephew’, however he was still thrilled about having someone to play with. Their family was expanding. The gender doesn’t matter Damian thought. He was delighted with his family. He’d love his child no matter what because it was something they made together. Raven didn’t say much, she seemed content with a boy as long as he was healthy. Even so, a part of him could picture a little girl, similar to Raven crawling around the temporary apartment they were living in, until the house was successfully and completely built, that should be in a couple of months before the birth. They’d have time to discuss adding another member in the future.

But today, no missions, no patrolling, today he was curled up in the bed, tucked by his gorgeous wife’s side, his whole world in his embrace, protecting what’s his. His motivation and reason for fighting and coming back home safe every day.

He blocks out the rest of the city, blocks out everything but the woman in his arms, can feel Raven’s chest rise and fall from where his head is resting, can hear quiet breaths and a steady beating heart beat. For a minute he wished to possess superheating to hear the fast heartbeat of his son, inside his wife. Of course, he’d heard it before but it was something he’d never get tired of listening. The sound, rhythm was calming.

A cogent jab to her ribs causes Raven to stir, and she rubs a hand over the spot soothingly. “Five more minutes.” she mumbles, but it’s futile as she feels another dig. She groans, opening her eyes to the faint morning light and Damian’s emerald eyes. He smiles adoringly, admiring Raven’s beauty, planting a kiss on her neck as his hands settle over her belly. “Is the little Bird trying to stretch out?”

“He’s awake. He seems to be a morning person like his father. And restless.” She grumbles, still sleepy. The pregnancy was draining her. She could use her powers but Cyborg warned her not to overdo it. She was relieved Damian was back, in one piece.

Damian chuckles at her comment, his chest swells with pride, drawing her closer to him to kiss her forehead. “I’m sorry,” he says, his hand rubbing soothing circles over the bulge of her stomach. “Seems to have calmed down now, though.”

“I think he likes your voice.” She says softly, with fondness in her voice, her heart flutters, the way it does every morning when she wakes up in his arms, and momentarily, she wonders if this feeling will ever fade. It certainly hadn’t after 7 years together. The corners of his mouth turn up in a lazy smile, and the answer comes instantly. Never.

A wide smile spreads across her lips and she pulls him down to her until their noses are touching. “I love you” she whispers, meaning every word with all her heart.

“I love you, too, habibti.” Damian replied, his forehead touching hers. His mouth looking for hers. He groans when her lips are suddenly urgently on his, her arms snaking their way around his neck to pull him closer to her. He kisses her back just as fervently, his hands snakes around her waist, bringing her as close to him as possible.

“So I’ve been thinking, it’s about time we start considering names.” Damian mutters, tilting his head to one side.

This caught Raven’s attention, she lifted her head and fixed her eyes on him, meets green eyes looking down at her, waiting for her response. “We still have time but we could discuss it, I suppose.” She replies. They couldn’t call him little bird or as their their family recently started calling him ‘baby bat’. She meditates it for a minutes. It was something they had to choose together. Damian’s family, of course suggested names like: Jay, Gavin, Jonas, even the name Robin was brought up. She shook her head in disagreement. Nope.

“Do you have one in mind, my love?” Raven asked Damian, curious if he’s thought about this. It’s the first time he brings it up. Well she was 24 weeks far along.

Damian seemed to be lost in thoughts, considering his answer, frowning slightly. How much she loved all those gestures, his expressions, his features. She waited for his response.

“I considered sticking to the Wayne way. Traditional names. You know, Thomas, like grandfather. Joseph or George. But this baby isn’t only mine. It’s ours.” He said in a serious tone, but the way he said ours. Ours. Something special. That belonged to both. The embodiment of their love.

Raven threads her fingers through Damian’s atop her large stomach. She watched as they tangle together, fitting perfectly together, just like they always have. “I like the way you refer the baby as our child.” She confesses with glassy eyes. Hormones.

“Beloved, this child is half of you, and half of me. Joined. Just like I am half Wayne and half Al Ghul.” His eyes seemed to have traveled trough time back to the discovery of his conception. After all these years, he was still conflicted about it.

Raven squeezed his hand and Pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I love every side of you, Damian. Everything that makes you who you are. You’re an Al a Ghul and you’ve become an exceptional man. Like I said from the first time we met. A kind and generous soul.” Damian’s eyes widened. It baffled him how Raven managed to find the way to get through him. Always. Pronouncing the words his soul and heart needed to hear. She had all his devotion and adoration. “Our child is an Al a Ghul, too. He’ll become a great warrior like his father.” She assured him. Her words gave him hope. His child would have something he didn’t. Their parents together. Born out of pure, true love. He’d have everything he needed. Damian would ensure his safety, that he knew he was wanted and loved deeply and unconditionally. He nods after a brief pause, setting a hand on her waist to pull her closer. He was addicted to the feeling of having pressed against his body. Both.

“Besides, I’m not against Arabic names. You were born there after all. It’s a part of you.” She shrugs. Shed’d never admitted it but she enjoyed Damian tended to whisper words in his native language while making love.

Damian was contemplating fitting names for their child. Something meaningful. And he remembered one he was fond of. He thought it was a name suitable for a brave, skilled and virtuous warrior. “Malik” he said determined, confidently. He had a hunch it was the only name that would suit their son.

Raven stares deeply into emerald eyes. She wonders what their son would look like. if their baby will have those same vibrant green eyes, the same perfect nose of Damian, his tanned, caramel skin, his bushy eyebrows. Perhaps he’d have the shape of her eyes or her ears. She wishes he could have Damian’s everything for second. She couldn’t wait to hold her baby boy in her arms. Malik.

She draws circles around her round belly, affectionately. “So Malik. What do you think?” She asked their baby in her womb.

She noticed the spark in Damian’s eyes. She knew that look, when he was about to kiss her and take her breath away. Damian’s hands running along her curves, she was prepared for him.

There’s barely a millimeter left between them when she feels a forceful kick in her belly, and one look at the amused expression on his face shows her that he felt it, too. They burst out laughing, happily. “I think it’s safe to say he approved of his name.”

Another ripple across her belly breaks her and both look down at her belly. “You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you? Just like your father.” She sights, a pleased smile on her face.

I’m Sorry I couldn’t resist and wrote this last minute. 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️😩😩😩

Malik gave me baby fever.

[chromium7sky]

I have push myself too hard😅😅😅😂

No matter in what universe, they will always be families ❤️

Into the BAT-VERSE!!! 🦇🦇🦇🦅🦅🦅

Batling (c) me

Malik roth al wayne @deep-in-mind67

Alisha roth al ghul wayne @rxven-roth

Mia and Will wayne (c) Mishiru.minami

Dorian and Dahlia alghul wayne @violettemoore

Al wartha @demaparbat

[ravenfan1242]

It really is good to read something so amazing, sweet and tender right now. We all need some happiness and peace!

With the heart in his hands

Credits and edicated to @deep-in-mind67  Thank you for your art and Malik! I hope you like it and @ravenfan1242 so beautiful and kind. 

Stay safe and fight for justice. 

He had heard stories about fatherhood, men looking with love at their children, feeling that they had gained a precious treasure, could change their lives forever. They promised that they would protect them, it was like a roar inside, something beautiful and unexpected and they would never be the same again. It marked a before and after.

Damian never had that. His mother was a murderer, a cold-eyed woman who was used to every day being a struggle. A part of him assumed that she had loved him in a twisted and dominant way. She loved him the same way you treat a valuable object, she worried when he strayed from the path they had carved out for his life, and his grandfather was a man who put himself in a high position, always forcing him to look up and disguising his dominance and control under discourses on belonging and devotion. Damian thought it was the best he had and if he ever faced the world it would be for Ra’s Al Ghul, they both left him at some point in his childhood. Then, his father came, who is someone who dedicated his life to a city consumed by crime and corruption, lived in an eternal search for justice that consumed everything around him, including his own family. thought it was the best he had and if he ever faced the world it would be for Ra’s Al Ghul, they both left him at some point in his childhood. Then, his father came, who is someone who dedicated his life to a city consumed by crime and corruption, lived in an eternal search for justice that consumed everything around him, including his own family. Bruce Wayne watches him with love and earns his appreciation, but he will never be his top priority, just as he was not for Talia and Ra’s Al Ghul.

He has never complained about his life. Complaining and lamenting is for the weak, and Damian Wayne would never be either, but he wants to have better references for his son, so he could hold him in his arms without feeling like an idiot.

Damian can maneuver all the weapons in the world, assemble and destroy any object using only his intellect, but his three-week-old baby was different.

He had been gone for two weeks. Just over five days after the birth of his son, as he had to train the new killers for the league, which involved intensive preparation before the new recruits joined the League of the Assassins and he trusted no one but himself, but that had separated him from his family. Two weeks might not be long, yet it was long enough for his son not to recognize him.

Damian knew it, but Raven insisted there were other reasons why he cried when he got close. Still amazed at her ability to do her homework and tend to their son, Raven is caring and dedicated, in a way that makes him envy her and wonder what would have happened if she stayed instead of attending to her duties as head of the League of Assassins.

Looking out the window, the snow falls, and that morning in the Himalayas the wind sounds like the roar of an angry leopard. Damian had had a quiet night. Since it was Raven who took care of the baby by letting him sleep after he appeared last night acknowledging his tiredness, secretly thanking her, since he would not know how to recognize the requests of his son.

He is sitting on the bed drinking tea with a slice of lemon and brown sugar, it is a family drink, but the situation is different. He would be missing fingers to count the times he has had tea looking at the landscape with Raven at his side. They would simply lean against each other in silence, he would be full of secrets and confessions. He had never felt that way with another person, but the space between the two now a new person fills it.

Titus sleeps near the fireplace. Alfred the cat who had been adopted a few months ago was lying a few meters from them, curled up with green eyes fixed on the couple and the baby, as if watching them.

The room is warm, the fireplace is lit with a low fire and looks like an island of warmth in the middle of winter. There is an intricately patterned rug in gold tones that they had chosen together a few years ago, and the bed was comfortable with no exorbitant luxuries. Different from what the Demon Head would be thought to have, but this room in Nanda Parbat was a corner of privacy; no one would disturb them here. There are little memories imprinted on these four walls, secret moments and reminiscent of the engagement ring that they keep in a drawer that they never used. They don’t need it, they don’t have to wait for white dresses, bouquets and altars.

I don’t want a ceremony. Raven had confessed after his proposal and had felt the disappointment and pain hit her face as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown at her refusal. My father played the ceremonies with my mother and ended in evil. I don’t need a ceremony, protocol and jewelry, just … need you, Damian Wayne.

Damian had understood her, her reasons were clear and for a person like Raven with a tragic past involving rituals and ceremonies it was easy to understand her rejection of marriage, it was not a refusal to be together. It was at that moment when the lights were off, her eyes were illuminated by the faint moonlight that appeared from the window and he analyzed the features of his girlfriend and realized that they did not require names or labels. The curtains rose and the room was dark as night lit up, like a new dawn and he swore no one would make him feel this way.

The danger of hope resonates in his head, but it is only the name of a poem, since this is very real and he would share his entire life with her. It is not an illusion, it is not a promise that was taken by a glow that would change the world, this is their future. They could be two stars that orbit around each other, finding some point in their lives.

There are more hopeless futures.

Damian had lived his entire life with third-party plans for his life. Promising that they would bring out the best for him and put out all his thoughts of having an everyday life. He accepted it and raised his head, like a winner, but everything that surrounded Raven was soft and his life was imprinted with small moments in which he was surprised of himself, of the words that come out of his mouth when they are talking and of the actions that he dedicates. He had become accustomed to being with Raven, now he needs to learn to take care of their child.

Damian wants to be a better father.

“You know I’m empathetic, right?”

Observes his girlfriend. His eyes are fixed on his son, the baby is lying on the bed, on top of a small cloth in a pastel tone and he is amazed at how small he is. He is wearing bluish clothes, a miniature hat that drops dark strands like the tar, his skin is of a golden tone very similar to his; He would like to see aspects of Raven, but he looks a lot like him.

It is puzzling.

Looking at his son leaves him stunned. He can’t take his eyes off each time he meets him and wonders how he could conceive of something so beautiful, innocent and pure; It makes him feel like a dirty person when he touches him, because he has taken lives. His life was full of authoritarian figures, how could he be what he deserves?

“I can feel your emotions, Damian Wayne,” Raven reminds him. She leans towards the baby; he watches him move his little hands. Squeezes her little finger, holding on as if his life depended on it, and it seems like such an alien scene, he feels like a spy. She makes it look so easy. “It’s not easy for me either”, she whispers, and Damian is surprised. “Some days I think I won’t be able to, that I’m not enough for someone who watches me with so much love and devotion and a person like me doesn’t deserve a family” Raven adjusts her clothes. Even if he doesn’t need her and the baby moans, but he is silent when he hears her voice and watches her with his eyes wide open, as if something about his mother’s face had surprised him greatly “but I have him”.

He remains silent.

“I was born with a purpose. It would be a door to destroy worlds. There was no other future for me, and my mother sometimes observed me as a stranger realizing my powers… You know my relationship with my father” She looked away. The baby grimaced and clenched his hands into two perfect fists as if the mention of his maternal grandfather would displease him. She ran her fingers over his palms, relaxing her son’s hands, just like she did when she thought he needed to relax. “I feared for many things, but not for this. Not from Malik. ”

The name echoed in his head and its meaning could not fit better, his son could be the king of their hearts. Damian had inadvertently given him a part of his heart ever since he learned of his existence.

Raven strokes Malik’s small foot covered in a woolen sock “You’re afraid”.

He crossed his arms. One part yelled at him that this was not the case, but it was no use arguing because it is the truth.

Instinctively he moved to be by her side as if to demonstrate with actions that this was not the case, but it was useless because as soon as his son saw him, he began to complain and his mouth twisted into a grimace that threatened to cry.

He was about to get up and leave, in order not to disturb his baby. All his theories about what he considered a stranger were confirmed, but Raven stopped him with a glance and he remained in his place on the bed as if supported by a rope on the edge of the precipice.

He clenched his fists on the blanket covering the bed and watched as she carried Malik who was crying. The boy twisted in her arms and continued to complain, but now he was silent because he was being breastfed.

Alfred the cat yawns and turns his back on them, falling into a deep sleep.

Damian grimaces, wants to be more helpful and not just sit around not knowing what to do. He brushes her hair away so that she could breastfeed more comfortably. Stroking her shoulders with a massage, and Raven sighs intently at her son when he decides he’s had enough.

Malik is looking at him now.

“Hold him” He almost protested, but by then she had already put him in his arms.

His eyes fell on Malik, the baby was looking at him with a frown and he wonders how someone so small can do such a thing. His eyebrows are black and thick, it seems that he was analyzing him, checking if they had a similarity or not.

He’s light, barely weighs in his arms, and let’s Raven guide his hands holding his head and back. His hands are big compared to his baby, he was full of calluses and he is afraid to break him from the pressure, he seems fragile and is so small …

“Just relax”.

He lets out a breath, and she abandons him completely, but is looking at him.

Malik is still frowning. For the first time in weeks they look into each other’s eyes. His son has green eyes with purple specks, as if two jewels had fused inside his iris and he is giving it different meanings, he invents theories and processes.

This is a different kind of love, one that almost filled his eyes with tears and would travel the world if this being asked him, but he also feels impure, not worthy of his son.

He doesn’t deserve it.

“He looks like you,” Damian says, wanting to break the order of his thoughts. He concentrates on his slightly bluish hair, it catches the light and turns it into a bluish glow, he wants to think that something so beautiful belongs to Raven and not to him. “He has your features.”

She lets out a snort that sounds like tongue-in-cheek laughter, gently runs a hand down the baby’s chubby cheek and he tries to capture his fingers to hold on to them.

“You are kidding, right?” Damian does not stop observing the face of his son, but he is listening to her. Trying to find places that belonged to Raven, the shape of the eyes, the subtly upturned nose and the way she clung to someone. “He looks like you”, Raven leans closer and leans her head against his shoulder. “Malik has your features and expressions, he frowns just like you, he clenches his fingers into a fist when he feels threatened, he usually growls when he is irritated. He is serious and he has your temperament”, she enumerates" Someone help us", she jokes.

Damian smiles to himself, tries to find everything she had said about their baby.

He has his eyes, the elongated shape marked by the lashes is his. Damian recognizes the tan tone of his skin, the eyebrows widened in the middle and he almost seems to see traits of his father that have touched Malik. See’s how his lips twist into a grimace, he has a small mouth and with each babble a dimple is marked on his right cheek.

Raven has no dimples.

How can someone like him make something so beautiful?

“This is our life now.” She kisses him on the chin, he almost leans towards the touch of her lips and wonders how he has been able to deprive himself of this for two weeks, he would never have enough. “We can do it” He smiles at her. “Even if we are wrong, we always try to make the best of each other”.

His mouth drops open as he watches Malik yawn and close his eyes in his arms preparing to sleep. He fights against unconsciousness as if he doesn’t want to miss this moment and almost rolls his eyes with grace to see how he insists on staying awake.

“You have to sleep” he whispers to him. His voice is in a tone that he never hoped to ever use, different from the voices of the authority figures who had ruled his life, it is charged with sweetness and brotherly love. He guides one of his fingers towards his small hands, he clings to his index finger and is strong “You must have had a long day”.

Raven smiles placing a kiss on his shoulder.

“A tired day for a three-week-old baby.”

He rolls his eyes, prefers to focus on his son who opens his eyes every time they are talking and babbles, as if he wants to participate in the conversation.

“You have to go to sleep, Malik.”

The baby closes his eyes, allowing himself to be overcome by sleep, a thread of saliva comes out of his mouth and he smiles. Raven wipes the saliva with a piece of cloth and is laughing.

“I can’t believe he has that about you, too.”

“What?”

“You also drool when you sleep. Don’t worry, I haven’t told anyone. ”

 "Intelligent" he murmurs.

He gathers his son in his arms, he sleeps with his head resting against his shoulder and feels his breath against his neck. It reminds of someone.

“You do this.”

Raven raises an eyebrow as she folds Malik’s clothes down onto a piece of furniture. “What?” She asks absentmindedly.

He clears his throat “You hide your head on my neck when we are sleeping, Malik does the same”.

A smile appears on Raven’s lips and she feels that she is complete.

In his past he never imagined that he would have a partner. That he would be willing to wait for her and give in, fight against the whole world for Raven. He always thought that love is an idea in collective thought, it was a deal, that if he were with someone it would be to get resources or benefits of any kind. He thought that if he had children it would be so that his bloodline would remain.

Here he is years later wanting to share his life with someone beyond contracts. Wanting to burn formalities in front of institutions and authorities, accepting this force of gravity in the form of a person that she was, holding his son in his arms vowing to protect him and would do anything to keep a smile on his child’s lips like a deity promise.

“We’ve had so many wounds and scars,” Raven whispers. Their eyes are fixed on Malik and both join their hands, intertwining their fingers. “Sometimes I feel like I will open my eyes and it will be a disaster again.”

Damian says nothing but understands her. He feels the same way.

He watches his son, who is sleeping, hiding his face in his neck. His breathing is the flapping of the wings of a bird. He is so small and fragile, his chest rises and he does think that in his life he has performed acts that he has never thought about doing much more now, he leans forward and places a kiss on his forehead. Presses his lips on his forehead, feels how he relaxes in his gesture and finds himself smiling.

Maybe he would live his whole life thinking he didn’t deserve this, but he’s willing to explore that kind of love that couldn’t hurt and makes him feel like a better person. One who would build a family and swears he won’t see the same thing that marked him, in his infancy. His Malik, his child in his arms, paints his future in green and purple, just like his eyes.

Raven leans in, sighs against his shoulder and wishes she was nowhere else but here.