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hey fellas. this one is A BIG roblox multifandom post,,properly tagged so its okay regretevator

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update my tags are fucking gone bro i need to re write them

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1/2 Happy pride!! I’ll make a Ludo version of this later, but you guys can have Dot for now :3

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Someone in a comics universe has definitely forgotten the term “secret identity” and referred to it as a “civilliansona.”

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The Disappearance of the Demon’s Head

(Damijon AU)

Slade never attacked. Damian Al Ghul Wayne never got sent to live with his father. He grows up cold, prickly, having a giant superiority complex, and successfully attempts to be emotionless. 

At 20 years old, Damian Al Ghul is a highly accomplished assassin. He lives to rule, to command the league of assassins. He is lethal. After he takes the mantle of Demon’s Head at age 18 as his birthright, he joins Talia and comes partially out of the shadows. 

A Justice League member gets drafted against him. He gets the second superboy as his foil. So, Damian studies. He discovers the half-kryptonian’s weaknesses. He plots and creates contingencies. And when he watches a fight from the shadows for the first time, fuck, nobody told Damian that Superboy is adorable. 

Damian Al Ghul knows about seduction, how to use one’s body to persuade someone to do something. But fuck if Superboy’s drawl didn’t nearly cause blood to rush to his cheeks. But it doesn’t show. It never does. 

Damian Al Ghul is not a hero. He is a villain, he is a killer, he is an emotionless assassin. Yet, something about the boy wearing red and blue. It makes him wonder about how maybe in another life...

Extra research, clearly only for battle strategies, showed that he first fought in an adorable hoodie and ripped jeans. And his eyes, guileless and innocent blue… Nope, Damian Al Ghul, Demon’s Head is an assassin. And if Damien might have found out Jon’s identity, no one had to know. Aka, Damian spent so long gazing into Superboy’s blue eyes, he recognized him instantly in his civilliansona even with the rectangular glasses.  

One day, it happened. Damian pulled a coup, defeating most of the Justice League and population through a couple convoluted plans. He succeeds in paving the way to take over.

(“Your city is in ruins. You are-” Damian stopped, gloves half off, and raised an eyebrow. “You’re wrapped in my cloak.”

Swaddled in the thick fabric, only Jon Kent’s face was still visible, his expression trapped between a scowl and a pout. “It’s cold down here, and you left it in reach. If you weren’t too tight to heat your jail while keeping me prisoner down here, I wouldn’t have had to resort to thievery.”

“You look adorable,” Damian said, forcing a sneer into his voice. Because Jon did. He looked adorable and warm and perfect.)

 And fucking god, he should not be feeling this way. What is even worse is that Jon was captured as a civilian, a picture of innocence. But even as a civilian, the clear fear for his loved ones, turned into righteous fury. Damian clearly had a problem, but there was nothing he could do. Once again, his traitorous inner thoughts screamed. I didn’t choose this life, and I am far too deep.  Yet the Demon’s Head showed none of his indecision, he never did. 

Damian sat down next to his apparently cold captive. 

“Do you ever wish you never existed?”

“No.”

“Count yourself lucky.” Damian uttered with finality, before up and leaving dismayed by how much he had given away, his emotionless mask still firmly on. 

After he had departed, Jon noted quietly that the Ruthless Demon’s Head hadn’t demanded his cloak back or even released his identity. He had heard the assassin’s wondering about the highly guarded civilian. Wondering why he was kept alive.  

Jon was sincere in a way Damian envied. Damian was confident and abrasive, blunt and straight-forward. Damian did not know what to do with the flutter of his heart near superboy. Damian stayed away. 

Jon got used to being captured, praying his mother at least had escaped before the city burnt. He knew his Pa, cousin, and brother, would be on the front lines. All Jon had was hope. And apparently his captor’s cloak. 

Cassandra Cain was an expert in body language. That’s one of the reasons Bruce Wayne, her adoptive father sent her back under deep cover within the League of Assassins. She could confidently say that The Dreaded Demon’s Head was adorably soft for the young Superboy, Jon Kent. 

After finding his files, and discovering he was technically Damian Al Ghul Wayne, Cass couldn’t help but wonder what if. And when she saw the indecision, on Damian's taunt frame, she planned. She was going to wingman the hell out of them. Reverse Stolk-holm Syndrome or Lima Syndrome, Jon can help Damian, give him a shot at happiness. Damian is not malicious, most of the time. He doesn’t feel glee killing innocents. 

Cass could tell her brother? wasn’t that far gone. He had morals and ethics twisted since birth, but still there. She hoped Jon could pull Damian into a better state, but not at the expense of Jon’s own sanity. Judging by her research, they could do it.

<Time Skip 10 years later>

The kidnapping of Jonathon Samuel Kent, son of Lois Lane and Clark Kent, ended months later when the victim was presumed dead. 

Meanwhile everyone begs to wonder why one day, the leader of the League of Assassins for all intents and purposes ups and leaves in the middle of his highly successful takeover. He just disappears. It must have been an internal coup, people whisper under dark shadows. Why else would he have left? 

Cass smiles as she records the conspiracy theory containing the aftermath of Burning Day. She compiles them in a folder until she skips town once more. 

The isolated farm somewhere in Kansas flourishes. There are many dogs, cats, and other rescue animals. It is fully functional with cows and a couple chickens and many crop varieties.

Cass sits down with the couple, gathered around a homemade wooden table as the three open the folder to laugh. Jon grabs Damian’s hand, and it’s a credit to how far he’s come that the only move the former Demon’s Head makes is to gently squeeze back, smiling softly at his husband of 7 years. Life was finally peaceful for the two men, life was perfect.

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Dot but awesome

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Civilliansona! His name is Dot! He’s not affiliated with The True Eye, dw!