#dami-ah

[sirensea14]

Its me and my sleep schedule/productivity against the world

[robin-5-technically]

How do we have access to break out of a vault? What is your favorite number of the alphabet? What color sounds the best? How many hands do I have currently? What is the square root of life? How much cheese can a human safely consume I am assuming about 49 wheels. Where is the other Lazarus pool? Can you eat a lemon in thirty seconds? Where is my motorcycle? Have you meet uncle Johnny shrimp they are very cool they make fried rice. The seal got adopted today you should congratulate nightwing. Did you know I got another deal isn’t that cool look I got more in my collection now!

-✨

Bomb. Pi. Blue and red. You should not eat more than two or three ounces a day. I am not that concussed. With the skin? Mars. I saw them contact someone I know as not Robin. Hmm. I feel that may be bad, but congraditulationns.

[chitsuu]

I hope they can hang out together wherever they are in the skies now :')

[choerrykook]

favourite female idols born in  ↳ march

[groan-taire]

Thanks for thinking of me and tagging me in this picrew @wonda-fhr

It's a fun one even if I'm bad at assigning items lol

Here's a Damian and his puppet Ace (^人^)

and also a me, cause it seemed fun

[ncmra]

museo de bellas artes de berna › ‘ ¿aburride de giacometti? ’ porque es su caso, demasiado estímulo entre obras de arte que casi pierde el foco en los detalles. de ahí, que pensar que la cafeína pueda salvarla. ‘ ¿o vienes a decir que el café no es para la noche? �� ladea la cabeza, pues siente que todes lo necesitan. ‘ está malísimo, por cierto — cero recomendable  ’

dami/euison se encuentra a namra en la cafetería del museo tomando un descanso ⟡ @damivnn @euishoi

[cygnuvs]

🎄[ 𝖨𝖢𝖤 ] 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗎 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗃𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗃𝖾.

' ¡damien! ' un vago ceño pasó por alto pizcas de preocupación, transformándose en musicales risotadas. quién culparía a doctor cuando moreno había caído de manera chistosa, patinando hacía él para echarle una mano. ' lo siento, no quise reírme. ' sin embargo era imposible contenerse, supervisando complexión adversa, aliviado de no encontrar heridas. ' pudimos visitar otro lugar, sabes. ¿estás bien? ' @damienwho

[7-dreamers]

[MC석 코너] 친구같은 컴백 인터뷰! '드림캐쳐' 나!왔어✋🏻 l Show Champion l EP.477

[damiemontclair]

the unrounded bottom edge of my desk is right at the height where it presses into my hip bones. I usually press agains that edge when sitting.

now this usually wouldn't be a problem. but currently, the edge of my desk that usually slightly presses against my hip bones is hitting a 3/3 combo of all my less-than-a-month old scars and i am having a not-fun time. I tried jamming a smol plushie between my hips and the desk but all *that* does is spread the pressure and it removes it... not at all. I wanna go to bed but also I have shit to do *sigh*

[married-2-the-music]

EXID: From Viral Fame To Freedom

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC More Shit Fae!Danny Has Said While Living With Waynes

Dick, opening his arms wide and going for a hug: hey, Danny!

Danny, looking him in the eyes without blinking: did you know that centuries ago fae really liked to crawl inside human bodies and use them as nests? I heard human insides are really warm and squishy.

Dick, sweating, frozen in place: ...no?..

Danny, smiling and cheerfully jumping to hug Dick: I didn't either!

Jason, because he is feeling adventurous today: I have a question. Where do Fae come from?

Danny: Ah, so B hadn't had the Talk with you yet, what a shame. So when a woman and a man love each other very much-

Damian: Enough of your foolish jokes, I do not wish to hear the sex talk from you. To answer your question, Todd, Fae come from the dreams.

Jason, deadpan: ...really?

Danny, very awkwardly: Um. Dami. Brother to my soul. I'm so sorry.

Damian: What?

Danny: I told you we come from dreams only because you were four. That's not actually how it works. We just fuck.

Duke, narrowing his eyes at Danny suspiciously: So, for the past week and a half, I've been having this recurring dream about you eating my brain with a fork like spaghetti. I was wondering, is it, like, a you thing or a me thing?

Danny, very offended: Duke! Not every weird thing that happens in this house is my fault! That is very rude of you!

Cass, after Duke had apologized profusely and left: You.

Danny, rolling his eyes: Yeah, okay, I did do that. In my defense, his fear tastes like the perfect greasy cheeseburger, and I have to get my fair share of junk food somehow.

Cass: >:(

Danny: Okay, I'll stop. Eventually.

Bruce, in his nth attempt at gaining information from Danny: How do you know if someone is a Fae or not?

Danny: Throw a fish at them.

Bruce: ????

Danny, not even looking up from his phone: Fish are scared of the Fae. So if you throw a fish at someone and the fish gets scared, they are Fae.

Gotham Rogues a week later: We have no idea why Batman keeps throwing guppies at us, but we collectively suspect his new child is to blame.

Danny: Oh, I'm forbidden to enjoy caraoke nights.

Steph, who suggested he join: What? Why? Is it some kind of punishment for the pizza incident?

Tim: No, it's because if he starts singing, we all lose our grip on reality.

Damian: And our dignity.

Danny: They mean they start dancing whether they want it or not, and I have videos to prove it. Wanna see Jason twerking? Or I have one with Tim and Bruce waltzing through the manor.

Steph, as everyone else bemoans their fate: With great pleasure.

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@violet-foxe

[lustwithoutlore]

Damian, walking into the Batcave: I require assistance.

Dick: Sure, Dami! What can I help you with?

Damian: Not from you.

Bruce, thinking: Damian... Damian needs... father's help? MY help?

Bruce, being way too fucking smug: Ah, well, Dick, don't be sad. Sometimes a boy just needs his father. How can I help you, son?

Damian: Not from you, either. I require assistance from Stephanie.

Stephanie: HA! SUCK IT, BRUCE!

[chitsuu]

If you don't want me to ship it, why make Ji Ah sing a love song dedicated to Da Mi

[incorrectbatfam]

Why did the batfam drop "that" class (as in dropped in the first week)

Tim: *walks into class with coffee*

Teaching assistant: No food or drinks allowed.

Tim: *turns around and walks away*

———————

Helena: *goes into a lecture hall*

*ritual cult sacrifice is happening*

Helena: Oh I am NOT supposed to be here.

———————

Cullen: *walks into gym class*

Cullen: *sees dodgeballs*

Cullen: I'll just take the F.

———————

Barbara: *logs into her Zoom class*

Some dude: *inspecting his nostrils in the webcam*

Barbara: *logs out*

———————

Duke, walking in: This the AP Chemistry lab?

Teacher: It's actually organic chemistry. But feel free to join, it's just as fun.

Duke: Ah. Um... thanks, but no thanks.

———————

Bette: Hi, I'm here for the rock climbing camp.

Camp counselor, pointing: That rock. Climb it.

Bette: But that's just a regular rock.

Counselor: So?

———————

Instructor: I need a couple of really tough guys to push this car out the garage.

Harper: *rolls up her sleeves, muttering about sexism*

Harper: *pushes the car home with her*

———————

Professor: Welcome to Russian Literature 101. I assume you all completed the summer reading of War and Peace in its entirety.

Jason, packing up: Nope, even I have my limits.

———————

Steph: *walks into the classroom*

Steph: *sets up her little cooking station*

Steph: I can't wait for Home Ec.

Selina, the teacher: Welcome to Rogue Economics, where we study financial ins and outs of villainy.

———————

Teacher: Welcome to woodshop.

Damian: I want to make a sword.

Teacher: I'm afraid I can't let you do that.

Damian: Tt.

———————

Carrie: Can I sit up front? I forgot my glasses and I can't see very well.

Teacher: No, I already assigned seats.

Carrie: Okay.

Carrie: Bye.

———————

Professor: Welcome to Engineering Foundations without lab.

Luke: I thought there was a lab?

Professor: You have to register for that section separately.

Luke: Oh, alright.

Luke: *tries to sign up online*

*classes are full*

Luke: *sheepishly raises his hand*

Luke: Can I be dismissed?

———————

Dick: *signs up for a community art class*

Dick: Man, I can't wait to surprise Dami.

Instructor: Welcome everyone. Today we'll start with some basic figure drawing. I invited a live model to help us and he's very excited to be here.

Alfred: *waltzes in and drops his robe*

Dick: *throws his paintbrush away*

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Bruce: Here's your training schedule for this week. I optimized it given our Justice League mission on Saturday.

Cass: *hums*

Cass: One note.

Cass: *leaves*

[purpleangiie]

Kon: "I think your father is homophobic."

Tim: "Nah, he's just Superphobic."

Kon: "Well, he surely hates me."

Tim: "It's not just you. He's banned all Supers from Gotham."

Damian: "That’s not true. Father is very pleased when Clark is at the manor, and Jon is allowed here too."

Tim: "Yeah, but he's known Clark for years. He trusts him. And Jon... Well, he's not a threat yet."

Damian: "What do you mean Jon is not a threat yet, Drake? He might not be as powerful as them, but he has superpowers just like Conner and Clark."

Kon: "Sure he is, but you're both still very young."

Damian, offended: "I'm thirteen!"

Kon: "Too young to be walked in on while making out on the kitchen counter at 2 am... Wait, maybe that's why he hates me."

Tim: "It's surely on the list."

Damian: "Gross. I understand why father despises you."

Tim: "See? Too young."

Damian: "Conner, you're officially banned from the kitchen manor."

Kon: "Ah, that won't be a problem." *he glances at Tim, smirking.* "We can still make out in the cave, right?"

Tim:

Damian: *snickers*

Kon:

Kon: "He's behind me, isn't he?"

Bruce: "Conner."

Kon, under his breath: "Shit."

Bruce: "Let's make things clear. No one is gonna do anything inside the cave or within the perimeter of the manor. Especially you. And I'm certain I've already told you you're not welcomed in my city."

Tim: "Bruce, c'mon–"

Kon: "Well, I guess that was my clue. Time to go."

Tim, muttering: "Time to move out."

Kon, gesturing politely toward Bruce and then Damian: "Mr. Wayne. Dami."

Kon: *walks toward Tim, grabs his hips and kisses him passionately for an unnecessary long time as Bruce stares at them in utter silence*

Kon, pulling back: "See ya soon, boy wonder."

Kon: *flies away*

Bruce:

Tim:

Bruce: "You're grounded for a week."

Tim, as red as his costume and still panting, the smug smirk on his face quickly fading away: "wHAT?"

[Bruce walks away and four heads suddenly pop up from behind a column]

Dick: "Wow. That boy has guts."

Jason: "That was a full PG-14 kiss right there."

Cass: *holds up a sign that says 10/10*

Steph: "Seriously, the whole thing was magnificent!"

Damian: "It was horrendous. And impudent."

Tim, sighing: "God, I hate this family."

[ghostbsuter]

This is the fourth time damian brought the college student over.

Damian, despite being 14, has been accepted to a gifted school as he had already been taught in the most subjects one usually learns at a slower pace.

(He still gets a headache over the fact his son won't get a normal childhood.)

Which is how he befriended the 17 year old Daniel, an overworked and sleepdeprived college student, getting dragged along and following with no complaint.

Bruce is, even if he wanted damian to befriend someone more around his own age, very welcoming of the student.

Alfred made sure the boy took enough food with him home, always leaving the mansion at point 4 pm.

It really shouldn't have been surprising when Bruce Wayne, yes, THE Brucie Wayne, summoned him to his office.

Danny entered the room fidgeting, giving a nervous smile to the man behind the desk and questioning what he did wrong to offend the patriarch of the family.

(Lies and slander, we, the readers, are fully aware that Alfred is the patriarch.)

"Uh— hi, Mr. Wayne." He sat when gestured to the chair, shitting bricks with how nervous he's.

The man nods in greeting, smiling. "Hello Danny–"

"Please don't kill me!" The teen in question blurts out, flushing in embarrassment once registered.

Taken aback and startled, Bruce snorts, stifling laughter by putting a hand against his mouth.

Shit.

"I don't know what I did! Very sorry if I offended someone!" He rambles, panicking and waving his hands around.

"Danny—"

"I must have done something! Why else would you call me? Oh god– I'm gonna be murdered by THE Brucie Wayne!"

At this point, the rich guy in front of him is barely restraining himself from laughing, trying his best to stay professional.

"Danny–! I- I won't murder you." He reassured, eyes crinkling from smiling.

"But–" he sniffs, both embarrassed and teary.

"I'm not gonna— danny." Bruce sighs, which sounds a lot like a choke, really. "Look, I just wanted a 1-on-1 talk with you about your friendship with damian and some concerns."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh."

Danny sighs in relief at this. "I can do some good old interrogation–" "it's not an interrogation–" "totally interrogation."

He huffs lightly, getting comfortable in his chair and preparing himself mentally.

"Alright Mr. Wayne! Shoot me!"

(Was that a pun? A joke to murder? Really?)

The man clears his throat, straightens his back and looks serious as he was before the accusations of murder.

"What are your intentions with damian and why become friends in the first place?"

Blinking, the teen brightens. "Oh, that's easy! Damian needs a friend. We just kinda clicked after I scared away a few pesky bullies."

Then he shrugs. "Besides, it's great training."

"Training?" Bruce asks, curious, tone light in the way that shows he's very interested.

"Yes. Despite his badly hidden murderous tendencies, love for knives, and slight lack of slang language and knowledge, he's still a kid." He nods.

"A young teen that goes through teen stuff that I barely remember going through and now get to relearn will be handy once Ellie becomes a teenager herself."

Batman was filing the information away, but Bruce kept going.

"Ellie?" He questions.

"My daughter– has damian not mentioned her? We always leave around 4 to get her from my sister. Sometimes, dami stays over for a few hours!"

Ah. Well. Seems like Alfred will have to make more food for the teen now.

"Would you like to stay for dinner today?" He asks, "Bring your daughter too. We won't mind you joining us." smiling and already planning for the new adjustments to make.

"On another note, what are your and your daughters preferences? Any allergies?"

Danny didn't even agree yet, not that he was gonna— mind you.

"No allergies, soft foods only, easy to eat." He answers, listing the stuff from the top of his head.

In a whirlwind of– of planning dinner?? Danny is out of the door and wide eyed.

"What just happened?"

(On the other side, Bruce face-palms, having forgotten to ask what age Ellie is. Damn in Bruce.)

—

On the fifth visit, Danny stayed for dinner.

Damian must know the age, for there are bowls with freshly cut fruits, yoghurt, and rice mixed with veggies and chicken.

On that note, where is damian?

Dick meets his eyes, asking the same quetsion with a look.

Just as Bruce was gonna ask, the door opened, and the cutest picture to ever exist was created.

(Dick RIPPED his phone out of his pocket, swiping a picture of the scene as fast as possible.)

Steph can't hold back the coos at the sight of Damian walking with a toddler into the dining room, her tiny feet propped up on his and in hand together.

She's wearing a Robin onesie and he is wearing his (stolen) Nightwing hoodie.

"Sorry, hope we aren't late!" Danny waves with a grin from behind the pair.

"You aren't, just perfect, in fact." Bruce reassures, waving the teens over to the free seats.

Damian leads the two to his seat, making sure they're next to him.

The conversation during dinner is one spoken fondly, Cass likes to make Ellie laugh with silly faces, Duke and Steph "secretly" feed her tiny pieces of strawberry and Dick is in a rather passionate discussion with both Tim and Danny.

Damian, once he makes sure no one is watching him, wipes the mess from Ellies face.

(Bruce was watching, looking away once damians face snapped to him. He wasn't aware his youngest had such a soft spot for toddlers.)

(It takes a while, but Danny and Ellie become family like every other person, while having not slept over yet, Alfred already has prepared a room for the two in the Family wing.)

(It's barely a week after that everyone bought and gifted him onesie's of their hero personas, with the excuse of them being the gotham vigilantes when questioned. After all, the Robin can't be a one man team.)

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The Nightwing and his Robin.